#this video is so beautiful honestly... breathtaking

[usedtobecooler]

live now, think later | steve harrington x afab!reader

a/n: thank you so much in advance to everybody who takes the time to read, reblog and comment on this fic. it's the first thing i've published in close to three months and i'm honestly a little nervous, i hope i've come back with a big enough bang! title is taken from think later by tate mcrae, and a massive thank you to @trashmouth-richie for making my header+dividers for me. 7.8k words.

summary: upon your arrival in hawkins to visit your old friend, eddie munson, his first idea is to drag you down to family video — where you ‘unintentionally’ meet steve harrington. a well timed deal, a fake friend date and a few drinks later, you find yourself in steve’s downtown apartment with lowered inhibitions.

warnings: sexual content 18+ minors dni, piv sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, bratting, spit kink, biting, hair pulling, very poor use of the pull out method. alcohol consumption, mentions of drug dealing and public heavy petting. no use of y/n and very minimal description of reader. eddie munson being eddie munson.

Eddie is all but dragging you into Family Video by your hand, the harsh metal of his rings digging into the webbing of your fingers as he pulls you in through the door.

Eddie Munson was easily the most excitable person you’d ever met in your life, and his sudden enthusiasm to get you into the video store is going to land you in the emergency room, because if he tugs you any harder your shoulder will detach from the socket. 

The buzzer above your head rings violently in an attempt to alert the staff that somebody has come in, and a mop of beautifully styled hair attached to an equally beautiful man comes into view as you edge closer to the rental counter.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie grins, loud and unabashed, "you got that new one with Meg Ryan in it? Heard she cums at a dinner table and lady luck over here is desperate to see it." 

He's sniggering as you pull away from him and smack at his arm hard enough that he lets out an indignant yelp. Your face is burning hot with embarrassment as the boy's eyes dart back and forth between you both, confusion etched on his face.

He - Stevie, apparently - raises an eyebrow at you both, taking in the disheveled and most likely chaotic scene in front of him, "You mean 'When Harry Met Sally'?"

"Majorly concerning you know what movie it is from the description of 'Meg Ryan cums at a dinner table'," you quip, mouth running away from you before you can even stop it. Your face somehow burns even hotter, Steve crossing his arms over his chest with a small smirk.

He's in a preppy little striped polo shirt under his green embroidered work vest, and god his arms are bulging. His skin is tanned golden, a product of the heat of an Indiana summer, freckles and beauty marks prominent on his face, trailing down his neck and dipping below the collar. 

You stare for a beat too long. Taking in the man in front of you, who looks very sure of himself. 

Eddie knows you all too well, Steve is absolutely your type, which makes your first encounter all the more mortifying. 

"It's my job to know all the new releases, honey." Steve's smile grows smug, and it's breathtaking how attractive you find it, "You're both shit out of luck, it's been on rent all week. Romantic night in, is it?" 

Eddie scoffs from beside you, and it takes everything in you to not be offended by how quickly the noise escapes him, "Yeah, she wishes. She's not my type at all, Harrington. Annoying, clingy, pisses too lo-"

"God, shut the fuck up," you're mortified, covering your face with your hands, "I've been in town less than a day, are you trying to get me ousted?"

Steve looks all too amused by the encounter, struggling to hold back a chuckle. His pretty eyes never leave you as he speaks, "Munson's deflecting, I already know you rejected him and he's taking it like a dagger to the heart." 

Eddie points an accusatory finger, "Take it back, fucker. I've never been turned down in my life." 

Steve quirks a brow at him, then turns his attention back to you. You squirm under his strong gaze, "Is that true, doll? I feel like he's lying." 

"I'm not getting involved in this dick swinging contest," you hold your hands up, trying in vain to ignore the silly little pet name that really does it for you, backing away from the counter slightly, "what are we even here for, Eddie?"

"I was just making sure me and Stevie here were still on for drinks tonight." Eddie glances at Steve, who looks as confused as you feel, “You wanna join us?"

You shoot him an incredulous look, "This feels like a set up."

Eddie smirks, "Why's that? Can't three pals all go out for a drink together? I want my two best friends to get to know each other."

You narrow your eyes playfully, glancing at Steve who seems to have gotten with the program, all signs of confusion gone from his face, "I'm not sure I trust you." You huff, turning to Steve and nodding back at Eddie, "What if he's just setting us up so he can bail and I'm stuck with you all alone, Stevie?"

Eddie feigns offense, "Now why would I do that? Besides, even if I did, you're a big girl. I'm sure you could bully Steve into leaving you alone."

You smirk back at him, "Fine. But if you and Steve start getting all lovey-dovey, I'm bailing and leaving you to pay the tab."

Steve barks out a laugh, "Don’t worry about me, I can behave myself. Same can’t be said for Munson, he takes one look at the Harrington ass and loses all inhibitions.” 

“It is beautifully round.” Eddie admits in defeat, hand clinging to his own flat ass, a ridiculously deep frown etched onto his features.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and stays firmly put as you exit the video store, every nerve in your body buzzing when Steve winks in your direction when you depart.

The black lace bodysuit you wear clings to your curves nicely, the nip of your waist accentuated by your mom jeans. Eddie had even wolf whistled when he saw you, which was his nerdy way of saying you looked really fucking good.

As you pull up to the strip, Eddie slows down to a stop outside what looks like a dive bar, "I'm gonna drop you off here and go 'round back to park up the van, 'kay sweetheart? Steve's already in there."

Your eyes narrow, "I don't trust you, Munson. This feels like a set up."

Eddie holds his hands up, "It's not, I promise. I just need to go park the van and-" he trails off, sighs and rolls his eyes, "I have to go make a deal super quick. Don't want you there for that, this guy is sketchy."

You huff out a sigh, understanding him completely, Eddie really was a good guy who wouldn't put you in harms way. He knew leaving you with Steve momentarily was safer than taking you with him to a deal, and you trusted his judgment. 

"Okay," you agree eventually, making to hop out of the van, "but I swear, Eddie, if you don't come back, I'm gonna be pissed. You'd better be dead." 

Eddie holds up his hand in a scouts honor as if he was ever in the scouts in he first place, and you roll your eyes as you shove the creaky van door open and jump out.

"I'll be back soon, kiss Steve for me, will you?" Eddie jokes, grinning maniacally.

You stick up the finger and slam the door shut deliberately, making the walk around the side of the van before he can say anything in return.

As you make your way inside the bar, your mind races. Nerves and excitement are almost getting the best of you. Steve was just so cute, Eddie knew exactly what he was doing by introducing you both. 

The place is surprisingly cosy, pool tables dimly lit by orange colored lights. It’s reminiscent of a bar from back home, all hard wood and walls covered in various pieces of movie and alcohol paraphernalia. There are people scattered here and there, in booths and at the bandits, playing games of darts and billiards.

Steve's sat at the bar on an old vintage barstool, side on to you. He's dressed in a tight black t-shirt, washed out Levi jeans clung to his muscular legs and a pair of Adidas trainers with green stripes on his feet. He looked relaxed, floppy hair falling into his eyes. 

You were a goner already. 

As you approach the bar, Steve must sense your presence, as he looks up with a grin, "Hey! Where's Eddie?"

"Parking up the van," you smile, taking the stool next to him and jumping up onto it, trying to ignore the way your tits bounce very obviously with the motion, "I wouldn't bother ordering him a drink yet, though. He's, uh, occupied."

Steve's mouth opens in an understanding 'ah'. It was no secret how Eddie made money, and you were sure Steve had to be used to this by now.

The bartender comes over and you order some fancy cocktail on the menu that consists of Coke, dark rum and cherry liqueur. It comes with a Maraschino cherry on top, and you can't hide the excitement on your face as you take your first sip.

Steve watches you with an amused grin, "You look like you're enjoying that drink."

"Oh, I absolutely am," you reply all too quickly, "a day of Eddie's shenanigans are enough to warrant a good drink." 

Steve leans in closer to you, his eyes flickering over your body none too subtly, the charm ramping up with every sip of his Bud, "I think we’ve spoken far too much about Eddie for now. Tell me a little about yourself, honey."

Honey. There's that damn nickname again, enough to make you melt in a puddle off your barstool. There was no denying that Harrington knew what he was doing.

You shrug, going for nonchalant as you lock eyes, "Nothing to tell, really. I work in a little coffee shop during the day, and at night I guess I'm still trying to figure things out."

Steve nods in understanding, "What kind of things?"

You take another sip of your drink, relishing in the way it buzzes through your body, "Where I fit in the world, I guess. What I wanna do with my life in the long term. I’ve been in a rut for a while."

"I get that. Working in a video store in my mid twenties wasn’t really the plan set out for me, either." Steve responds with a furrowed brow, brutally honest, "Has Eddie told you much about me?" 

You consider, "Not really. Just that you're a ladies man and you’re forever swiping the ‘hottest babes in Hawkins’ out from under him, but you know Eddie, he's a bit. Theatrical." 

Steve chuckles, a flush on his freckled cheeks, as he leans in closer to you, "Between you and me, he's not wrong. Just haven't found the one to settle down with yet." 

At the close proximity, you can really take in Steve. He's all tanned skin covered in gorgeous beauty marks, a strong neck with prominent veins, muscular arms but clearly on the softer side like he didn't take it too serious. He was like a Greek statue, his nose like it was carved from the same stone. 

You flush, taking another - albeit larger - sip of your drink, swirling the ice in the glass, "So, do you pick up all the chicks in Family Video?" 

Steve smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "You recommend a chick flick to a girl and it's like a moth to a flame." 

You do laugh at that, rolling your eyes fondly and nudging his shoulder with your own, "That's how you knew what movie Eddie meant! Romcoms are your strong suit for flirting purposes?" 

Steve's hazel eyes run over your face softly, his soft, pink lips jutted out slightly, "Would it have worked on you, if Eddie wasn't there?" 

Your breath catches in your throat, caught off guard by Steve's question, if only momentarily. "Yeah, I think so. Y'know, if it was actually the movie I was looking for and not an excuse for Eddie to mortify me." 

Steve grins, big and wide at that. Your faces are so close together that if he leaned forward just a smidge more you could rub noses. At this distance, you find yourself being drawn into his orbit, nudging closer to him subconsciously.

"Guess Eddie's bailed on us, huh?" Steve chuckles, moving back a bit and looking at the clock above the bar, the time ticking past an hour with no sign of Eddie coming back, "Or maybe it was his plan all along?"

"He's a schemer." You hum, watching curiously as Steve flags down the bartender and orders you both another drink. You try not to panic about the lack of cash in your back pocket, hoping the drinks weren't too expensive.

As your conversation dies down, your eyes are drawn back to his neck. It's covered in an array of moles and freckles, and you find yourself becoming almost mesmerized by it as he swigs from his beer bottle.

His neck is strong and muscular, tendons protruding as he gulps down the warm beer. The dusting of week old stubble adds to the masculinity of it all. It's a beautiful feature, one that you can't help but stare at with hazy eyes, and the markings scattered across his skin just make it more attractive.

Without even realizing it, your hand lifts, drawn to the smooth skin on the right hand side. You trace your fingertips along a particular set of the moles, shaped like carved out fang bites, feeling the texture against the pads of your fingers.

Steve looks at you, his darkened eyes filled with curiosity and something else entirely. You can't help but blush as you realize what you've been doing, only to find your fingers continue to roam across the skin anyway.

"Is my neck really that fascinating?" He teases, a slight chuckle falling from his lips.

You laugh lightly, trying to play it cool as your fingertips slip from the stubble roughened skin, dancing across the open collar of his shirt playfully before falling back to your glass, "Maybe it's just a bit distracting."

Steve smirks, that look in his eyes causing your heart to rabbit in your chest, "You know, I could get used to having your hands on me."

The huskiness in his voice catches you off guard, and you subtly clench your thighs together, aware of the fluttering in your gut as he leans in closer. 

You roll your eyes playfully, trying to cover your blush by raising your cocktail glass to your lips, "You're such a flirt." 

Steve only shifts closer at that, his shoulder bumping yours gently, "And what if I am?" He asks, lips so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath dampen the skin, "You're the one with your hands all over me, honey." 

Your breath catches in your throat, a hot spike of heady need and want coursing through your body. It's a momentary slip, one that Steve no doubt catches immediately, "I never said I wasn't enjoying it."

Your voice is barely above a whisper, Steve's close proximity somehow narrowing further as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, "Trust me, honey. I know you're enjoying it, you've had those pretty thighs of yours clamped together for a moment now. Gotta relieve that ache, huh?"

You shiver visibly, goosebumps rising across your neck and down your arms, jolts of electricity coursing through your body. As if Steve can sense it, he lets his own - unfairly, painfully large, veiny - hand run over your thigh, just above the knee. He traces the curve of your thigh through your jeans, barely touching but it's enough to make you ache for more.

Two seconds or five minutes later, who knows, he pulls away from your ear. You gawk, unsubtle, as he takes a long sip of his drink as if nothing ever happened. He smacks his lips together, those hazel eyes landing on yours again, a playful smile on his lips, "Where were we again?" 

You try to play it cool, but your body is reacting to Steve, still reeling from the feeling of his touch all over you, "Uh. Um," you start, making yourself busy by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "we were talking about our favorite movies, I think?"

Steve's face kind of screws up into a fake 'ah-hah!' as you blindly (and wrongly) fill in the blanks for him, seemingly completely unfazed by what just happened, "Right! You said your favorite of all time was Dirty Dancing, right?"

He’s making it up right before your eyes, playing along.  And it’s painfully unfortunate that he’s right without even trying, guessing your favorite movie right out the gate. It makes your brain go a little fuzzy. 

You take a deep breath, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. Even as Steve's own godforsaken hand continues to rest casually on your leg, his thumb running circles over your inner thigh, just above the knee, "Yeah, absolutely. Patrick Swayze, he's just swoonworthy."

You say it so casually, as if Steve himself didn't look like Swayze. More James Dalton than Johnny Castle, though. The hair, the tight black shirt, the jeans hugged perfectly to the swell of his ass and the curve of his muscular thighs. You had a type, clearly.

"Don't tell anyone, but Roadhouse is my favorite movie of all time." Steve grins, as if reading your thoughts from across the way, "Patrick Swayze, huh? Your type buff guys with a soft side?" 

"I would've thought me sticking around on this ‘date’ with you was enough of a giveaway on that front." You giggle, finally finding the courage to tip the last of your drink to your lips, swallowing it down in one fluid motion. You feel Steve's fingers dig into the meat of your leg, feel his eyes on you as you pretend not to notice.

You know you should move his hand away, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The feeling of his touch more intoxicating than the rum-filled drink you'd found yourself nursing, the hot feeling in your gut growing and growing the higher Steve's hand goes.  

"And here I was, thinking it was just my natural charm keeping you stuck in that seat." Steve says with a chuckle, running circles around your inner thigh like it's not making your insides squirm.

You roll your eyes, unable to hide your tipsy smile. There's just something about Steve, something so naturally charming that draws you in - he's confident without it being too much, and the way a stormy look swarms in his hazel eyes doesn't help with the physical pull you feel towards him.

The more he touches you, the more he looks at you, the more distracted you are by him. The alcohol coursing through your veins does nothing but amplify the warmth spreading through your body at his heavy petting.

He's beautiful, and you're blissfully comfortable in his presence, comfortable enough that the lull in conversation isn't even awkward. You look at each other through heavy lids, find yourself smacking your glossed lips together prettily, leaning your chin on your palm, elbow on the bar.

Finally, you speak, "So, do you always put these moves on your customers like this? Or am I special?" You drawl, teasing.

Steve leans in, his hand skating higher up your thigh, so close to the warm heat between your legs that you squirm a little, "Only the ones who make the moves first. You started this, remember?" 

Your heart rate kicks up a little more, and for a moment you forget where you are. All you can think about is Steve's wandering hand, the bedroom eyes he's giving you like he wants to devour you in public. You want nothing more than for him to pull you in for a kiss, to lose your inhibition and get lost in the heat of the moment. 

Somebody across the room begins hollering, crashing you back to reality, and it's a sobering reminder that there are dozens of people in this bar, who can see exactly what's happening right now. You clear your throat, shuffling back on your barstool a little, regretfully.

Steve's face falls, the flirty smirk gone in an instant, his hand dropping back down to your knee. You want to throw a tantrum like a little kid, tell him that it's not him, that you want it. Want whatever he's offering, just not here.

"We should maybe call it a night?" You offer, nodding towards the door, "I've probably gotta catch the bus back home, I know it leaves soon, so..."

You trail off and Steve nods, the disappointed look still on his face but a charming smirk gracing it once again, "Of course, I'll walk you over to the stop." 

Steve pays the tab like it's nothing, throwing bills and a nice tip on the bar for the guy who served you. As you leave the bar and walk out into the cool night air, it hits you fast just how much the drinks have gone to your head. 

"Hey, you okay?" Steve asks gently, a strong arm snaking around your waist. "My apartment isn't far from here, we can walk back there and sober up a bit? I can drive you home in a few hours." 

If it weren't for the fact you knew Steve, Eddie knew Steve, and he was known for being a decent guy despite his reputation, you'd have shot it down in a heartbeat. But, the opportunity to be in his presence a little longer was something you didn't want to give up.

And, honestly, you didn’t know which bus would get you back anywhere close to the trailer park, not knowing Hawkins from Adam. This was easily the safest option. 

You look up at him, snuggling into him on instinct, "Are you sure? I don't mind catching the bus, Steve. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself."

Steve beams at that, teeth shining as he looks down at you, his eyes fixed on yours, "You might be able to, but I wanna look after you tonight. And besides, I don't think either of us are ready for this to be over yet."

You hide your small laugh into his shoulder, unable to ignore the strong smell of cedarwood and bergamot wafting from his shirt, intoxicating in its own right. The giddy feeling that erupts in you is almost juvenile.

You walk down the streets quietly, taking in the pretty sunset that dims the strip in pretty pinks and oranges. There's a comfortable tension between you both, like you're both attempting to play it cool but the attraction is too strong to stop you from pulling into each other. He never once takes his hand off your waist, and that's a revelation all on its own.

Finally, you reach Steve's apartment, a cozy little bottom floor space. It's minimalistic, like a typical guy's apartment, but it feels homely. Smells like fresh laundry and the same aftershave you'd been smelling the entire walk over. 

Steve looks regretful as he untangles himself from you, throwing his keys down on a table at the front door, "Take a seat, honey. I'll go get you something to drink." 

It's all open planned, the entryway leading straight into the living room, where a simple leather sofa and matching lazy boy sit. You throw yourself down ungracefully on the sofa, tucking yourself into the corner with a leg pulled up under your opposite thigh. 

There's two pictures on a sideboard, one of Steve and Eddie with two women you don't recognize at what looked like an outdoor gig, amongst a crowd of concertgoers. Another with the Hellfire kids, who you wouldn't know if it weren't for Eddie. The lack of family pictures are telling, though you don't dwell on it.

"Lemonade okay?" Steve asks, a pitcher in hand and a few small cups in the other, "I mean, I do have whiskey and beer if you wanna keep the party going?" 

"Lemonade's great." Your voice is fond, unable to keep the smile off your face as Steve sets them down on the coffee table in front of you, looking so domestic it makes you ache.

Your eyes trail over the broad expanse of his back, his strong shoulders in that same tight tee, the way his moles and freckles even continue past the neckline. You wonder if he's covered completely, that same dull throb between your legs returning even as you sober up.

"Stop staring, you'll give me a complex." Steve drawls, not turning to look at you as he pours the cool lemonade into the glasses. You flush warm, averting your eyes. 

He throws himself down onto the sofa right next to you, body also tilted so that you're facing each other, though your legs touch, burning hot through layers of starchy denim.

"I'm sure plenty of girls have been caught staring at you over the years, Harrington." You counter eventually, mouth dry.

"None that looked quite as hungry for it as you do right now." Steve quips, that same flirty smirk on his lips as he hands you your drink, "I didn't say I didn't like it, though." 

Heat creeps up your neck, the need to take a drink intensifying. You do just that, sipping from the glass in your hand. 

Steve's a real handful, and the longer you spend in his presence, the less you know how to handle it. Your body reacting and taking over for your brain, any playful retorts dying in your throat.

"So," Steve starts, no doubt sensing your awkwardness, "tell me. How did you meet Eddie?" 

You pause for a moment, caught off guard by the question, "How did I meet Eddie?" You laugh a little, flippant, "Before he came to Hawkins to live with Wayne, he lived in my town. He came home last Christmas break and we met at a friend's party."

Steve raises an eyebrow, "A friend's party?"

You smile. "It's not a crazy story, just a guy we both knew at different times. We just clicked I guess, we have similar interests and he just has this way of making you feel comfortable and safe. I can see why you're friends, you're so alike in that way."

It's Steve’s turn to blush, a flush of pink spreading over his nose and cheeks cutely, "What a compliment. That's cool though, so you didn't know each other before he moved?" 

You shake your head, "Nah, he's a little older so we missed each other. But, our friend - Carter, told me this hilarious story about how he got kicked out of middle school that I've got to tell you..." 

You trail off, telling the story that Steve genuinely laughs at, this booming, goofy thing that is just so goddamn endearing. 

Steve listens intently, like he's genuinely interested. His gaze locked on yours, like he's trying to memorize every single thing you're saying. You don't miss his fond looks as you talk with your hands, gesturing wildly as you tell the story. 

And then, without warning, he leans in with a strong hand on the side of your neck, fingertips sliding into your hair. 

He gives you enough time to pull back, a moment to say no that you choose not to take. His lips brush yours, soft and tender at first until you're melting into his touch, deepening the kiss with a surge of your body. 

His hand almost engulfs your neck, thumb running gently over your trachea as your chest rolls into his, desperate to get closer. The light smacking sounds of wet lips making you light headed, your hand coming out to tug at the material of Steve's shirt to steady yourself.

Steve's tongue slithers out to swipe your bottom lip and you're a goner, climbing ungracefully into his lap, knocking him back against the sofa. He lets out a startled huff, both hands coming out to bracket your waist when you allow him entry into your mouth. 

It's raw, messy and a little bit gross. Steve tastes like beer and a tang of the lemonade he'd been sipping, a hint of something else under there, a heady cinnamon. It's intoxicating, more than the drinks you'd nursed in the bar, and you find your hips rolling down into his on instinct, desperate to show him how much you wanted him.

He grunts, hands rocking you and helping you along. He's not hard yet, not at all, but the way he's moving your body is clear enough that he's into it as your tongues slip back and forth. He pulls back a little, the kiss becoming light and you let him guide you.

"Sorry, I just," Steve looks up at you with wild eyes, hair fanned out around his face where he lies back against the sofa, "I couldn't help it. You're so kissable, y'know that?"

“Don’t say sorry,” you scold playfully, smirking down at him, “you have my permission to do what you want. Anything you want.”

His hand wanders over your breast teasingly, light touches that you can barely feel through the layers of bra and shirt over your taut nipple, enough to have you arching into the touch in a silent plea for more.

Steve chuckles, deep and mischievous, clearly enjoying how your body melts under the simplest of grazes. It’s clear as day that he doesn’t give one singular fuck as to how desperate you are, pleased and satisfied taking his time with you.

Your hands entangle in his thick chestnut hair, tugging roughly at the root until Steve is moaning, hand faltering to skate down your stomach. Landing on the button of your jeans, but not moving. 

“Steve.” You groan, impatient, “Don’t frustrate me or I’ll do it myself. Please?”

Steve tsk’s, his pearly whites gleaming in the low light as he smirks at your desperation, “You don’t like it slow?” 

You roll your eyes, tugging his hair again, using it as reins to grind down into him, the heat of your cunt enough to have him grunting quietly. “Slow is boring. Slow means careful. I don’t want you to be careful with me, Steve. Show me how desperate you can be, show me how desperate you are for me.” 

Steve’s eyes flash so dark they’re near black, the sweetness still lurking vanishing in an instant. He gives you one last squeeze to your ass before he’s using both hands to practically rip the button of your jeans, fingers slipping into the tight denim and beneath the satin of your panties. 

“I’ll show you, you impatient brat,” he grunts, fingertips sliding between your folds and his eyes roll back at the feeling, “like fucking velvet, honey. You’re so wet, how long you been like this for me?”

“Somewhere between entering the bar and you touching my thigh.” You breathe, crying out when his pointer and middle finger slide into you at once, a blissful stretch that takes your goddamn breath away. 

“So easy for it.” Steve coos, and it would be offensive if it weren’t for the way he looks at you with honey swirled irises, soft at the edges despite the bite of his words. 

The hand not preoccupied with your cunt grips for your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse point as Steve surges forward to capture your lips once again. It’s rough, intimate, the graze of Steve’s stubble rubbing your chin raw as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. 

Your brain short circuits, his tongue reducing you to a bumbling, sobbing mess as you grind down into his palm, clit catching and rubbing against the dry skin in the most painfully beautiful way. 

The air is thick with sexual tension, thicker than the strands of hair you pull and tug at, thicker than the outline of his cock that you can feel digging into the fat of your inner thigh. 

“That’s it,” Steve mumbles against your lips, the pads of his fingertips rubbing against that little bump on your frontal wall that has your hips jumping forward of their own accord, “don’t hold back, honey. Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

It’s domineering. He’s fully in control and you’re letting him as you rut against the palm of his hand, sweat coating your brow as you fuck your hips against him, desperate to reach the edge. 

The plushness of his lips kiss down your jaw, to your throat where he latches on and sucks his mark into your skin. Sure to be a beautiful purple bloom in the morning, a temporary reminder that he was there. You want to beg for more. 

So you do. 

“Mark me like I’m yours.” You cry, whimper, even. Your body runs hot, goosebumps erupting on your skin as your impending orgasm starts to build. 

You swear you feel the smirk against your flushed throat. Steve latches onto you again, this time lower down, wider. You pull his hair, sighing contentedly as he suckles, nibbles at your tender flesh to produce yet another mark. 

His hips jump up against yours, a momentary slip that makes you want to plead for his cock, your brain so fuzzy with the need to rut and fuck that you’re about to give up the orgasm you’re so close to getting. 

“You’re clenching so tight around my fingers, baby,” Steve moans, kissing soothingly over the thumping ache of a bruise he’s left on your neck, “you gonna cum for me?” 

The white hot flashes of want and hunger you feel prickle up your back only intensify with his words, the end in sight as you ride against the palm of his hand feverishly, your clit sliding beautifully over the flesh. 

Your orgasm rips through you like a fucking knife to the stomach, your fingers gripping and pulling Steve’s hair so tightly that his head snaps back with the sheer force. You sob wetly, riding his fingers with jerky hips as he fucks you through it, eyes bleary but focused enough to see the hungry way he looks at you falling apart for him, soaking your panties and his fingers in the process. 

“You needed that one, huh?” Steve coos, mocking you lightheartedly as his fingers deftly slip from inside of you. You try your best to ignore the way it makes you feel empty. 

You nod dumbly after a moment, the whooshing in your ears beginning to fade out. You collapse into his chest with a small, contented sigh.

It takes only a mere few seconds for you to get with the program once more, kissing tenderly at Steve’s mole flecked neck, burying in to nip with your teeth hesitantly. Your hips move like they have a mind of their own, grinding down into the incredibly prominent bulge that rests hard against his zipper.

He grunts, hips thrusting up into yours as you move in some sort of slow, aching rhythm. His wide hands practically engulf your waist, fingertips digging into soft, supple flesh to help you rock your tired body against his own. 

It feels so fucking good, your body reacting to his in a way that was genuinely concerning, the primal need to fuck and have him inside of you taking over any kind of inhibition you previously had. He feels big, thick and hot nestled between your folds through two layers of rough denim, and the desperation ramps up.

You whine, pathetic into his salty, sweat damp skin, “Need more. Need you inside me, Steve.”

Steve groans like he’s in pain, hips jerking up involuntarily like they have a mind of their own, knocking you both out of the rhythm, “You sound so pretty when you beg. I’ll take care of you, honey. Knock you dumb just like you need.”

The sound you make is so pathetic that you instantly bury your face tighter into his skin, fingernails biting at the back of his neck. Steve’s hands are under your ass in a second, gripping to your thighs as he flips you onto your back on the sofa, muscular thighs spreading your legs impossibly wide as he buries between them.

“You need these off.” He grunts, pulling at the baggy denim of your jeans with rough fingers. You barely have the coherency to lift your ass up to help him wriggle you out of the offending material, body practically limp after the bone melting orgasm he just gave you with practiced ease.

“This too?” He asks gently, reaching for your top. You nod, lifting yourself up so he can slip it over your head, leaving you in only your bra and panties. 

You don’t wait for him to ask before you’re unclasping your bra, pulling that off so that your tits are bared too. They look great, your best feature if you did say so yourself, so it wasn’t exactly a difficult decision to make. 

He marvels at you for a second too long, taking in the sight of your body laid out below him, and those stormy eyes of his look deeper yet again – he looks hungry. Instead of it making you self conscious, it only spurs you on.

You wrap your legs around his torso, thick thighs pulling him in until he’s losing his balance and having to lean one arm out against the arm of the sofa to brace himself over you. The gold of his chain dangles close to your mouth, cooling the plumpness of your bottom lip with every gentle sway. 

“Down, girl,” Steve scolds, though that cocky smirk still graces his features and makes him look so painfully hot it makes your pussy flutter, “I gotta go get a condom.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “And risk ruining the moment? You’re clean, right?”

Steve nods, that cock-sure confidence faltering for a second, “Are you?”

You nod, biting at your bottom lip, “Haven’t done this for a while, big boy. You think you have the restraint to pull out in time?” 

Steve shudders visibly at your question, a heady whimper escaping his lips, “I can try my best, but no promises, honey. I felt how tight and soaked you were around my fingers, if you feel too good I’m not responsible for the consequences.”

You let out a shaky laugh, though it cuts off into a moan when Steve lifts himself up and away from your body for long enough to stretch his arms behind his neck, pulling his shirt off from the back of his head with one fluid movement. 

He’s a marvel. The moles and beauty marks extend the entire way down his torso, even below his belt line, arms sculpted beautifully and his tummy muscular yet still soft. He’s everything, your belly flutters looking at this fucking perfect man sat between your spread thighs like some sort of Greek marble statue.

“Holy. Wow.” Your mouth is dry, your hands having a mind of their own yet again – just like in the bar – and coming out to touch and squeeze the flesh of his torso. Steve smirks, like he knows what you’re so hung up about, arching into your touch. 

He allows you the seconds of indulgence before it’s back to business, his fingers making light work of his belt and jeans as he regrettably departs his space between your naked legs to push the material down his legs and away from your bodies. 

His dick is so heavy that even though it’s fully hard, it doesn’t slap against his tummy, hanging slightly forward with its own weight. He’s big. Alarmingly big. And did you mention thick? Really thick.

God. He was going to be a stretch.

Steve grins sheepishly, settling back between your legs hesitantly. He makes to speak, but you stop him in his tracks; 

“You’ve not gotta be gentle,” you reassure, reminding him of your words before he dipped his hands into your panties just minutes ago, “fuck me like you mean it.”

Steve groans, burying his face into your neck as he lines himself up with your cunt and pushes in with one fluid motion. It knocks the breath out of the both of you for a moment, and you whimper pitifully at the gorgeous, burning ache of him stretching you out to fit him perfectly. 

“Holy shit,” He breathes, panting into your neck, “so fucking tight for me, honey.” 

You preen at Steve’s words, arching into his torso and somehow pushing him in even deeper. He had no idea just how much it stroked your ego to hear those words, no idea that it turned your insides into goo to know you were doing so good for him before it even started.

He rolls his hips into yours, the wet heat of your cunt gripping him, and you pant like an animal in heat when the subtle movement causes the coarse hair nestled in his mons to catch onto your sensitive clit. 

Your hips wriggle a little after a moment, a sign to let him know it’s okay to move, and Steve takes that subtle movement and runs with it — pulling out only to slam back in again, knocking your body up the couch.

It’s maddening. Your body runs hot with want and desperation, insides molding to the shape of his – quite frankly, annoyingly big - dick with each thrust, driving you absolutely insane in the process. The cut head rubs against that damn spot each time, and you know he’s going to tip you over for a second time all too soon.

“Fuck.” You cry, hands coming up to bury in his mane of hair once again and tug him down, “Fucking — how does it feel to be Gods favorite?”

Steve grins, mischievous and lust bitten around the edges as he sinks into your cunt with a quickening pace, “Stroke my ego baby, I love it.”

“Don’t get cocky, Stevie. Or I’ll just shut my mouth.”

The grin turns salacious, a large hand coming out to wrap along the expanse of your throat, just resting and not pushing, thumb caressing the side of your neck soothingly, “Don’t you wanna be good for me, honey? Or are you bratting so that I’ll give you what you really crave?” 

You whimper involuntarily, and that's all the confirmation Steve needs to really drive into you. Your back arches so that your torsos flush together, and he snakes a hand beneath the curve to grip onto your waist from below. 

“Oh my God!” You moan, body jolting at the change of angle. You’re turned into a babbling mess, fingernails digging into each of Steve’s biceps as he fucks you deep, rough enough to leave a mind numbing sting that you swear you feel in your damn throat. 

He’s looking at you with this wild expression, eyes wide like he’s drinking you in, watching each emotion he evokes from you with his body, “That’s it, taking me so fucking good. You like being fucked like a whore, honey?”

You nod, knocked dumb, mouth hung open like a pliant slut, a constant steady stream of whines and shuddering gasps falling from parted lips with each deep slide of his cock inside of you.

“You trust me?” He whispers, lips hovering just mere centimeters from your own, and you nod again, going cross eyed. 

A drop of saliva hangs from Steve’s pursed lips, sliding down into your open mouth and onto your tongue. You cry out, pathetic and desperate as you swallow down the spit like it’s cool water on a hot summers day. 

Steve shudders against you, hips slamming into you as his thrusts become erratic. You pray his apartment is somewhat soundproof, for all you can hear is the wet slap of skin on skin mixed with dirty moaning and pitiful cries.

“You’re perfect,” Steve mutters, sloppily kissing your lips before moving back to your jaw, worrying the flesh between his teeth like he can’t help it, “a fucking dream, honey. See how you’re ruining me?” 

You don’t get a chance to reply before he’s dropping your body back onto the sofa, his thumb swiping over your clit in a desperate attempt to get you there before he does.

It’s all too much. Your body runs hot, static surging up your back, hot in your gut as he works you over. You have to clench your eyes shut, painfully aware of his sculpted body gleaming with sweat, the swivel of his hips as his cock buries deep into you. 

Your second orgasm hits you just as hard as your first, your legs shaking and cunt clenching sporadically as it washes over you like a fiery inferno, gasps and wet cries of Steve’s name and other incoherent nonsense spewing from your lips. 

“Oh shit, holy fuck, baby you feel so – so good, god I’m gonna cum,” Steve shallowly fucks into you, jerky and desperate, “where do you want me to– fuck!” 

You open your eyes within enough time to see Steve pull out of you, sloppily tugging at his cock two, three times before he’s spilling all over your stomach. Hot spurts of it cover you from your belly button the whole way to your chest, and you swear you’ve never seen a man cum so much in your damn life.

It’s so hot. Being branded by ropes of cooling semen, sparking over finger bitten skin and bruises made by warm and heavy lips. 

There’s a long second afterwards, where Steve sags heavily against the couch as his dick softens, both of you panting and trying to catch a breath. 

“I’ll be right back,” Steve’s voice shocks you out of the contented post-orgasm haze, his hand squeezing your inner thigh gently as he gets up from where he’s perched, off in search of what you don’t know.

He reappears with a wet washcloth, and it’s all very domesticated as he wipes you down gently with the cool towel, fingers gentle against your sore skin in a stark contrast to just moments earlier.

You’re both completely naked still. This should be strange, but it doesn’t feel that way. Steve makes you feel painfully at ease and that’s something your orgasm fogged brain can’t comprehend or bear to think about right now.

“This might be a bit presumptuous, but,” Steve hums, inspecting your body to make sure he’s cleaned you down good enough for his liking, smirking as you squirm under his gaze, “do you wanna stay the night? It’s really late and, uh, well I don’t wanna kick you out after that. It was a bit intense.”

Your eyes are bleary. Fuck. He’s going to ruin you for anybody else.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Your voice is soft, quiet as you rise from the soiled sofa to sit up properly, “You’ll need to call Eddie, let him know I’m okay.”

“I think he knows you’re all good,” Steve grins sheepishly, helping you to your feet and tugging you close as soon as you’re up, “I might’ve called him when I was in the kitchen earlier, let him know you were here to sober up.” 

You roll your eyes with a small smile, leaning into him with a heavy sigh, “You better have a comfy bed.”

“The comfiest.” Steve confirms, dragging you gently towards the door, “I also have a really big shower, and really good water pressure, so…” 

“Oh my God, I’m never leaving.” You mumble into his chest, giggling playfully when he lifts you up ever so slightly with his muscular arms and knocks the bedroom door shut behind you. 

part 2?

[wordstome]

the execution of lady jane grey

I got drunk and Tiktok showed me history_alice's video about this painting by Paul Delaroche. And since God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, have some medieval executioner König x fem mc. Also, Lady Jane Grey was executed by Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), not by Henry the VIIIth (the one with the six wives), but I blended the stories just because I can.

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König doesn't ask questions.

It's never been his job to ask questions. The king points, and he does the dirty work. Most of the time, he takes pleasure in it: thieves, rapists, murderers, they all answer to his justice. And sure, a true loyal citizen might argue that he's simply enacting the king's justice, but it's König who swings the axe, is it not? In the end, König decides their fate.

In theory, anyway. In practice, this is simply his job. He keeps his head down and does what he's told. He stays quiet about the king's secret executions, the ones that happen in the dungeons instead of out in the open courtyard where the smallfolk gather to watch. It's hypocritical, honestly. They all look at König like he's a monster, some spectre of death among men, but when there's a public execution to be held, are they not the ones clamoring and pushing to be at the front?

There are some times when the king's executions are more...dubious. An advisor who voiced dissent one too many times. A thief stealing barley from the royal stables to feed his family, made an example of. A young man, just a boy really, accused of murdering four grown men—convenient, considering all four men's wives had been found in the king's bed at some point or another.

Those are the executions König prefers not to think about. The ones that haunt him in his dreams anyway. Those are the ones that make him yearn for his days in the army: when the people he killed were as faceless as his hood was to them, when he didn't know them and didn't have to think about the loved ones they left behind. König's never claimed to be a good person, the opposite in fact. But sometimes when he brings the blade down, he imagines a different, more royal neck on the block instead.

He feels this way now, as he watches her make her way to the block.

She's ethereal in her petticoat, the soft silken material reflecting what little light there is in the cold stone room and bathing her in a warm glow. Gentle and obedient into her own grave.

The king's wife. Sent to the block for treason, of all things. But everyone knows the truth: he's only killing this poor woman because he plots to put his latest mistress on the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this sweet young thing was the king's main obsession. She stood no chance at all, the daughter of a local lord currying favor with royalty. And now, she's being put to death through no fault of her own. The injustice grinds König's teeth, and takes his mind to a dark, dangerous place.

If she was his, he would never so much as let another woman cross his mind again. He's seen her about the palace grounds, with her beautiful bright eyes and lively smile, skirts trailing behind her like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. Just watching her had made him feel young again, no longer the brutish old soldier everyone averted their eyes from.

He's only spoken to her once, but he'll never forget it. He had been in her way, but she was the one who apologized. Most people would have seen the hood and backed away in fear, but not her. He watched, frozen and unable to say a single word, as she curtseyed and looked at him with, of all things, a shy curiosity. For one still, breathtaking moment, he held her gaze in his, and he felt like they were the last two people remaining on earth.

Then her lady in waiting had touched her on the elbow, and the spell was broken as they continued on their way. But König had never forgotten.

That same lady in waiting is here now, eyes puffy as she holds the queen's elaborate dress and jewelry in her lap. She had chosen to take it off, so as not to stain the expensive fabrics with her blood. How can she be so considerate of others, when the whole world has failed her so?

She turns to him, trembling like a little bird, and meets his gaze. The words come out before he can help himself.

"I beg your forgiveness," he blurts out, and almost immediately mentally scolds himself. What right does he have, of all people, to ask for her grace?

"Of course, sir," she says, her voice clear and sweet. Surely, he can't feel any more wretched than he does right now...and then she speaks again.

"I only pray you dispatch me quickly..." She turns a fearful eye to the wooden block, sitting almost innocently on top of the straw laid down to soak up her lifeblood. "Will...will you take it before I lay me down?"

"No, madam," he whispers.

She nods, and with a sudden streak of iron will, ties the blindfold about her head. König knows this is a kindness: she'll never see him coming. And yet his heart aches to see her cover up those beautiful eyes.

A loud sob comes out of the lady in waiting, watching her young mistress fumble around blindly. König's heart shatters when she lets out a little cry of confusion as the lieutenant of the prison rushes to hold her steady. "What shall I do? Where is it?"

König feels a sudden streak of anger, at the gentle way the lieutenant lowers her to the ground. The man clearly knows this is wrong, and yet will not lift a finger to help her.

Guilt strikes him yet again as he remembers that neither is he.

Or is he?

He stares down at her, this vulnerable little lamb sent to the slaughter, her pretty neck exposed for his blade, and he knows what he has to do.

The lady in waiting cries out in anguish as the blade lowers to the queen's head, causing her to gasp as the cold metal brushes against her skin. But instead of cutting her head off, König slices through her blindfold with a deft precision.

"What is the meaning of this?" The lieutenant demands as the queen scrambles from her kneeling position. König offers his arm, and she takes it, her hands warm against his sleeve as she stands up. The confusion is writ plain on her face, but her eyes shine with an innocent hope that only steels König's resolve.

"You," König says, pointing his axe at the lieutenant, who shuffles backwards nervously. "You will tell the king that she has been executed. If he asks for a body, find one: I don't care which one. And if you tell anyone what happened here today, I swear to you that I will water the earth with your blood, and the blood of every family member in your line." His eyes narrow at the lieutenant. "Do I make myself clear?" The man nods, stuck still with terror.

The queen's lady in waiting rushes forward, pressing jewels into her hands. "My lady, you will need these," she says urgently. "For wherever life takes you next." She gives König a determined look. "Take care of her, sir."

The queen's eyes go wide and round as she looks up at König. "I don't understand."

He kneels to her height, taking her hands in his. "I am taking you away from this place," he tells her, his voice low and urgent. "But you need to trust me."

She closes her eyes, and takes one deep, trembling breath before opening them again. "I trust you."

"Good." She yelps as he picks her up in his arms, hands instantly darting about his shoulders. "I am sorry, my lady, but we don't have much time."

She giggles, giggles, in his arms. "I don't mind," she says, with a mischievous little look that invites trouble. God, he is utterly fucked, isn't he?

"I can give you time, but not much," the lieutenant says. "Go!"

König doesn't need to be told twice.

To be honest with you, I have no idea what this is. I wrote this in, like. An hour. I think a demon possessed me. I don't think I'm going to write more of this au, but who knows!

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[folkwhore1998]

I had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for...evermore

Evermore!!!

Amazing! How lucky are we to live in a world where we get to experience evermore. Imagine being bored in quarantine and being able to just create an incredible work of art.

(in my opinion) We did not get an evermore long pond studio sessions because of the editing on folklore versus evermore. folklore had some vocal editing that didn't capture her voice the way evermore does. go listen to august on folklore and then august on LPSS. numerous songs on folklore have that editing style, but nothing on evermore does.

Evermore is so beautiful and one of my favorite aesthetics. Evermore is a late November-December vibe. I wonder how many songs Taylor actually made during quarantine. Do you think that evermore are the vault tracks from folklore? (As in the songs that just did not quite make it onto folklore)

I actually had a very hard time ranking these songs. I didn't really think I was going to have as hard of a time as I did. I have a pretty consistent ranking of the albums in general and evermore is pretty high up there, but maybe it should move up on the ladder because these songs are just so beautiful.

happiness is an incredibly emotional song that people seem to skip all of the time. In my personal experience, when I've been in long term relationships, I almost become disconnected with the version of who I was prior. When I've broken up these long term relationships, I've have to leave it all behind to rediscover the happiness we held before them. When I've felt so much pain from loss, I can get so blinded by the fact at one point in my life, a person or situation may have been good for me, in a black and white thinking sense. happiness has honestly helped me process hurt and loss, and has helped me to lean into the idea not everything has to be black and white. No one talks about it enough.

I really need to address the performance of evermore on the eras tour. Literal chills. It was one the best live performances she has ever done. I need a live version released on Spotify BIBLICALLY. I wish it would have made the cut for the eras tour movie.

evermore (the song) was one i kind of looked over for awhile. I honestly could not put my finger on what it was for me. After hearing Taylor Swift perform it live at the eras tour... my entire brain chemistry changed. I'm not even being dramatic. It was breathtaking and I cannot believe how quiet the crowd was in all of the videos i have come across. I love that there is a collective agreement that everyone was fucking stunned at how incredible it was.

Here are my rankings of evermore:

marjorie

coney island

happiness

right where you left me

evermore if it is taylor only

tis the damn season

champagne problems

tolerate it

long story short

it's time to go

willow

evermore if it is with bon iver and taylor

gold rush

ivy

dorethea

closure

no body no crime

cowboy like me

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

CHILLS.

I am so surprised that this marjorie made it onto the setlist, but I am so happy it did.

So eloquent- actually the first time I am seeing this.

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Here is a cutting board with Taylor's chai cookie recipe: Chai cookies just have such an evermore vibe. I gotta get my hands on one of these!

Here is the link to a cowboy like me necklace: Forever is the sweetest con.

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[blues824]

ive loved all your other mitsuri x whoever posts, could i have the obey me brothers with a mitsuri kanroji s/o?

In this, the brothers are kind of possessive and protective, but not downright yandere… besides Belphie.

Lucifer

He thought you were absolutely beautiful when you first arrived. Your pink and green hair along with your green eyes were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. However, you were taking a defensive stance with your…blade? You were surrounded by demons, and you’re visibly scared. The urge to protect you just grew.

He was always very protective of you, but you still carried your whips around. The first time you actually demonstrated your strength was when Mammon stole something of yours and tried to sell it. You had an angry look on your face as you lacerated him. It wasn’t the worst pain he’s ever experienced, but Lucifer is surprised at how you did that with no hesitation.

Mans probably worships the ground you walk on, to be honest. He will always keep tabs on you whenever you go out by yourself just to make sure you are alright. He would never be able to forgive himself if you got hurt and he could’ve prevented it. If you see him around, no you don’t.

If you were to call him “darling” or “love”, he would do the same. It was the small terms of endearment that had him wrapped around your finger. Whenever you called him one of the little pet names, he would look around before his eyes met yours. It was like a language that only the two of you could speak.

Mammon

Mans honestly thought you were breathtaking. I mean that literally. When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. His heart skipped multiple beats at a time. He was a demon in love at first sight.

He takes his job as your protector very seriously. He will throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of any situation he deems dangerous. The first time you demonstrated your strength was when Levi went to attack you for winning the TSL quiz. Mammon was shocked when his younger brother was bleeding because you lacerated him.

The amount of modeling gigs you both score is… terrifying. You both go viral and have even won the title of “Devildom’s Hottest Couple” multiple different times. Mammon never wants you to do a gig by yourself because that means he wouldn’t be there to protect you. In return, he’ll turn down agencies you don’t want him to accept.

Please, for the love of everything in all the 3 Realms, call him “sweetie” or “sweetheart”. He will absolutely melt. If you call him either name, he is down on one knee for you. He is taking you out to dinner and taking you shopping right after. He will pay for it all because he loves you so much.

Leviathan

He is a simp. There’s no other way to say it. When he saw you, scared beyond belief, he immediately felt the urge to comfort and protect you. His heart was pounding against his chest when Lucifer introduced the two of you. His face was a bright pink, and he might as well have had hearts in his eyes.

He is most definitely very possessive. Everyday, he has to fight the urge to lock you up in his room and keep you all to himself. He’s happy that you willingly spend most of your time with him, but he can’t help but get insanely jealous when you give your attention to anything or anyone besides him.

He always makes sure to stock up on sakura mochi just so he can surprise you every once in a while. He loves being the cause of your smile, and he would fall from the Celestial Realm if it meant you would smile. You never judged him for anything, so he feels the need to return the favor in some way.

He always blushes so hard whenever you call him any pet names. His favorite is when you call him “baby” and coo at him like you would at an infant. He absolutely loves receiving your praise. Also, make sure to pepper his face in kisses at least 3 times a day. They’re his good luck charm and he swears they’re why he always wins his video games.

Satan

His breath faltered for a quick second when he first met you. After you were first introduced to each other, he noticed the kind look in your eyes while you were talking to him. No one has ever looked at him the way you did. You also had a soft, gentle voice. You didn’t seem scared of him, and that’s what made him grow attached.

He was protective, but he knew that you could take care of yourself. He would linger around to make sure that he would be able to step in if necessary. You showed your true strength when you were protecting Beel and Luke. It wasn’t everyday a human was able to wrap a whip around the Avatar of Pride’s neck until it was one tug away from beheading him. He was both shocked and proud.

He loved to take you out to cat café’s. He would look at the menu online to see if they served sakura mochi. That’s another thing: he always remembers everything you tell him. Even if it was just in passing, he will store it in his memory. He always surprises you with little gifts so that you can see how much he truly cares.

Being with him made you feel like you were in a romance novel. He loved to call you things like “darling” and “dearest”, and he loved it when you responded with a pet name like the ones he gave you. It reminds him of elderly couples who were as in love as they were when they first met.

Asmodeus

You looked absolutely adorable! No, don’t hide, he won’t bite… yet! He absolutely loved you from the first millisecond he laid his eyes on you. You just looked so cute, he could eat you right up! The kind look in your eyes and your shy voice just made his heart explode. You were just too much for him.

He wasn’t very protective, but he was possessive. He would get pouty whenever he saw you having fun with one of his other brothers. He would grab you by the hand and pull you back to his room, where he continued to pout until you kissed his cheek or his lips. Then he is back to his happy, normal self.

He loved to take you out shopping whenever you want or whenever you have to go run errands anyway. He loved dressing you up in a lot of cute outfits, and he loved it even more when you squealed when you liked the outfit he picked out for you. His Devilgram is just filled with pictures of the two of you.

You both were just so lovey-dovey with each other, everyone else either awed or gagged. You’re the kind of couple to order hot chocolate with whipped cream just so you could grab a dab on your finger and boop the other’s nose. Your giggles were contagious, and the two of you always erupted in laughter. Here is where he takes even more pictures of you, but he doesn’t post them. They are for his eyes only.

Beelzebub

He dropped his sandwich when he first saw you. You were just so beautiful that he couldn’t help but stare as you went around introducing yourself to everyone. He stuttered through his own name as he tried to start a conversation with you. It was then he realized that he was down bad for you.

He was most definitely very protective of you. He always had to be near you to make sure that he was safe. Even his twin brother wasn’t an exception to his ‘stay six feet away from Y/N at all times’ rule. After the incident with Belphie, he was the last one that Beel trusted to be around you.

He always hears you whenever you cheer him on at his Fangol games. You could be as quiet as a mouse and your voice is the only one he swears he hears. He only pays attention to you. If you were to dress up in a pink and green cheerleading outfit with pom-poms, he would propose to you on camera right on the field.

He loves the rare moments where he can just relax with you. He loves laying his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair while you both snack on the sakura mochi you love so much. This big behemoth of a demon swears that he will marry you one day if you ever call him “baby” or anything like that… I simp for him…

Belphegor

When he first saw you in the attic, he had to admit that he wanted to abandon his plan so badly. You were just so innocent that he felt like total shit for using you to escape this prison of his. Surely you understand! You would forgive him… right? There was no way in his mind that you wouldn’t.

He is both protective and possessive. It’s a struggle getting out of bed each day because he has an iron grip on you, even when he’s asleep. He mumbles something about you being warm, and while that’s part of the reason why he wants you to stay, it’s not the whole story. No, he wants you all to himself. His brothers can go screw themselves for all he cares.

He doesn’t exactly like going out, but whenever you take him stargazing he can’t help but notice how the stars reflect in your eyes. He points out different constellations and you ask about each and every one of them. You were just so adorable, and he finally had enough when he pulled you into his arms and laid his head on your chest.

He loves the days where you gently wake him up by running your hands through his hair and whisper his name accompanied with the nickname “darling”. For some reason, it always makes him get up each morning. He didn’t know why either, maybe his body was telling the both of you that the two of you were soulmates?

[luciawithoutj]

My internet is awful lately because I nearly used all of it on my vacation so sorry for not being that active and rebloging (literally fighting my demons trying to load any pic or gif or video).

Honestly don't know if someone said this before but I am so happy that Jokers are hiring fanartists for their new songs. Apparently they said today in some interwiew (didn't watch it yet because my internet shit so videos won't load) that they will release Bluza as next single before new album comes out (PLEASE PLEASE LET IT COME OUT IN AUGUST!).

Hopefully they continue hiring fanartists streak. Yall don't even understand how happy it makss me feel. When I saw Nico doing šbj cover and animation I think I screamed about him and his art and everything that happened to like every person in real life I talked to (and ofc i was annoying about it online while my internet was still alive and well). Hiring Nico is also makes me cry from happiness. First of all he deserves it so so much but also as a queer fanartist from balkans it makes me so happy and proud that this silly balkan band decided to hire trans fanartist for their song and gave him proper credit and also Bojan calling him a friend? My queer heart is singing and crying with joy.

Futhermore it makes me so happy they are finally recognizing how fucking talented this fandom is. I am so in awe with all beautiful and wonderful art I came across. I don't talk with so many people and fanartists because I am a bit shy but most of yall don't even understand how much yall inspired me to create. Since joining jo fandom I have been drawing and creating lot of different forms of art and experimentting and just having fun with art and falling in love with it again after being so burnet out last year and not being able to draw this much since 2019/2020 when I got into art. I am so so grateful for this amazing community and all amazing people I meet along the way <33333

With Bluza coming out I am wondering who might be next fanartist they hire. Ngl I hope it is Roxanne or they at least hire her to make some new merch because after putting all her being and all her blood in making so many amazing and breathtaking art and design work, she deserves to be hired. Also her art style might fit the vibe of the song.

So sorry if what I said didn't make any sense. I just love fanartists and joker out and joker out fandom and art and just yapping about all of it and my brain is a mess lmao

[kawaiibunnora]

Top 10 Game Changer Episodes

In lieu of the recent WatchMojo video, Top 10 Best Game Changer Episodes, I feel like making my own top 10 Game Changer eps in spite of them. (fyi I will be grouping any repeating episodes into one unit. Ex: Sam Says, Sam Says 2, and Sam Says 3 would all count for "Sam Says")

10. Bingo The reason this episode makes it into my person top 10 is because of how many times I was caught off guard. The plot twist AFTER the plot twist made this episode such a fun watch. Also I love seeing the cast torture Brennan by making him "defend" Elon Musk /lh

9. Deja vu Everybody do the Wenis! The Wenis is a dance. Everybody is a genius who knows it in advance! This episode has such a great cast and the reoccurring bits were so fun. I loved how they started bribing Brian to stay quiet, and I'm personally just a huge sucker for time loops (one of my favorite games is In Stars and Time)

8. Yes or No Do I even need to explain this one? Just go watch the clip if you dont know why this is here. Look up "Brennan Lee Mulligan monologue" and you'll understand why this episode is in the top 10. The only reason the episode isnt any higher is because the bulk of the episode is pretty forgettable.

7. Second Place Another Brennan monologue!!! Honestly, If Brennan stares into the camera and monologues for a solid minute or two, that episode is guaranteed to be in the top 10, but, what puts this episode above Yes or No is the episode itself. The cast is so full of life and passion, and Brennan's consistent philosophy throughout the whole episode makes it one of the greats.

6. Don't Cry I have been a Dropout member for 2-ish years now. When I first became a member, I binge-watched all of Game Changer. Or at least I thought I did. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I saw someone mention Don't Cry and I had no idea what episode it was. So I went back, watched the episode, and was in tears by the end of it. Not only is the episode a beautiful gesture for an amazing writer and comedian, but every word spoken felt genuine, which made the entire episode so much more impactful.

5. A Game Most Changed Every single Dropout cast member is extremely talented, but not once have I seen an improve show as breathtaking and skillful as A Game Most Changed. The amount of skill and talent that is required to improvise an entire Shakespearean play while being thrown those curveballs- the insane coordination between the three actors, with each setting the others up for points. Despite playing for points, the cast frequently set up the others to succeed, favoring storytelling over winning. Absolutely beautiful.

4. Escape The Backroom Pure, unadulterated entertainment. Watching 3 grown adults go ape shit trying to solve puzzles and escape an escape room while unsubtly threatening their captor. Brennan, Lou, and Siobhan have such good chemistry as a team, leading to some of my all-time favorite Game Changer clips. The creation of an entire story for the escape room was inspired, and Sam's switch at the end was just the cherry on top.

3. Sam Says Whenever I have a friend over and I want to show them one Game Changer episode to represent EVERYTHING that Game Changer can be, I show them Sam Says. Each episode has an amazing cast that bounces off each other, and each episode continues to surprise and delight me. Personally, I think Sam Says 2 is the best, but all 3 are fun, high-energy, and insane. Perfect for comedy television.

2. Survivor The tension. The trust. The drama. The betrayal. And, most importantly, the funnies. These episodes have it all and more! In a game where relationships ARE the game, we, as the audience, get invested in each player. And as Brennan seemingly schemes and plots his way to victory, Lou manages to rival Brennan and best him in a game of trust and loyalty. Survivor truly shows what Game Changer can be, and as we see in later seasons, the show keeps evolving from there.

1. Make Some Noise Season 1, Episode 2. SEASON 1, EPISODE 2. Clipped so much that it got it's own show which is now clipped even more. The reason many people sign up for Dropout (and for good reason), this episode puts 3 of the most talented comedians in a space to just be funny. These episodes not only contain some of the best Game Changer moments, but they contain the best Dropout moments, the best impressions, and the best jokes I've ever heard. It's no wonder that these episodes got spun-off into its own show, which is now one of the primary advertisements for Dropout in the form of YT shorts. Brennan, Zac, and Josh are all so talented in drastically different ways, and by putting all three together, something magical happens. Make Some Noise is the gateway into all of the amazing content on Dropout. It is the best episode of Game Changer without a doubt. Season 1, Episode 2, Game Changer, Dropout.tv.

[cozzzynook]

spicy megarod drabble idea lmaooo

this is gonna sound pretty basic but i was think of like going from butting heads to having san awkward kiss then from there a sexual tension builds that both are too shy to admit

its starts one day when they get lost on an abandon planet and the ship leaves them behind. the experience forces them to not fight for one moment and get along and survive until they can get the ship to come back since their comms r down

they do actually for once get along and help each other out and figure out a way to get contact with the ship, the ship had went into hyperdrive before realizing they forgot them so it was gonna be a few days, while they waited they stationed themselves somewhere hidden until help arrived, on the final night berore rescue they were huddled up hugging each other for warmth. chatting it up and getting to know each other learning alot about one another and then roddy laid eyes on megs and both of them just gave in at the same moment and kissed. immediately they stopped and looked away from each other the rest of the night until they went into recharge to save energy.

thankfully drift, ratchet and magnus with the rest of the crew found them stranded in a cave somewhere and brought them back and gave them medical check ups to make sure they were okay and cleared for duty.

the next couple week ppl do notice they arent fighting as much and are actually nice and civil to each other. what they arent noticing tho is that that both of them would sometimes share glances or one would look at the other while they were busy and vice versa. wanting to say something obviously about the kiss and other things but being too shy to. but honestly everyone is just surprised to see them getting along even magnus but hes also glad they arent fighting and things are running a bit smoother, with roddy being a bit more helpful which was shocking all on its own to Magnus

they even started having meeting at roddys place and actually discussing plans for the following day after every shift. it gave roddy the opportunity to also expose megs to more earth media like video games, with megs managing to beat roddy score on burnout revenge after playing three times.

during their after shift meeting, they were meeting at megs quarters this times, going over a report for repairs, they both lock eyes agsin and this time they give in completely,  roddy getting onto of megs lap straddling him and exploring megatrons mouth, megs doing the same. the kiss immediately becomes very heavy, with megs exploring roddys body with his servos and learning in the process that he likes his spoiler touched, and that in certain situations grabbing it works like an automatic lever that opens his valve cover snd spike cover. His panel is opened and he starts rubbing his anterior node against megatrons closed panel whimpering and moaning about how good it feels and hows hes been fantasizing about him but was a bit too shy about bringing it up. megs also happened to have been having fantasies about rodimus but chose not to say anything, not knowing if he should. which is exactly what he told him with Rodimus smiling into the kiss starting rhythm to catch his first of a handful of overloads. Megatron's honestly just in awe of how beautiful Rodimus was in ecstasy. Megatron with giver as much as he was a receiver in the berth but he very much got turned on by giving to his partners, just watching how they move and what sounds they make when you touch there and suck there. hes definitely had times where he overloaded many times from making someone else overload. megatron rested his hands on roddys hips helping roddy with his rhythm and Rodimus had his arms wrapped around megs helm. both megs and roddys moans were mixing in with each other through their makeout sessions while Roddy sat on Megatron's lap and rubbed himself against him with megs encouraging and whispering into his finials about how breathtaking he looks.

hes honestly willing to let him go for as long he wants until hes a whimpering, sensitive mess.

also this is is gon be random but i have a little wierd megarod/megop headcannon that when Megatron's interfacing with Roddy he sometimes might think about orion/optimus bc the both act very similar in the berth and megs noticed it one day and kinda honestly liked it alot. he never brings it up to Roddy but there are random occasions when he's fragging Rodimus and some of his noises just sound so similar to Orion/Op and megs gets a bit of deja vu but like a horny deja vu that turn him on even more.

yeah im really high and this is what my brain came up with i hope you like it 🥺😭😭 and please add to it if you would like im not that good with expansion  so if you have anything to add please doo!!!!

I do love this idea thank you so much for sharing

[hawkeyedflame]

i guess i'm a touch late but,

2023 was a truly amazing year for me. i feel so blessed to be healthy and alive and experiencing the beauty in the world in spite of all the setbacks i've had over the years.

i was able to travel to canada and see the breathtaking rocky mountains three times this year. my wife was able to visit with me as well, and two of my best friends from out of state traveled down to visit me/us over the summer. our immigration decision will be handed down very soon, and we will finally be able to close this difficult chapter of our lives for good.

my brother and sister-in-law blessed our family with another child over the summer and he is precious in every way. my niece continues to be a joy to watch grow and engage with the world. i got a better job, with much higher pay, a wonderful team of coworkers, and a very generous work-life balance. i picked up running again this year, feeling finally healthy enough to move my body in ways i hadn't been able to in an entire decade, and even started racing again. i'm running a marathon in april with some friends. i go to the gym at work every weekday. i have been hiking and snowboarding. i've taken up learning the irish language, i've re-committed to learning how to draw, and i've been making and maintaining healthy habits slowly over the year. i have friends i see regularly and most days i forget my computer even exists, which is surreal to me as someone who used to be extremely dependent on, probably addicted to, social media and video games as escapism.

my mental health is practically perfect, not even a whisper of depression or anxiety, thanks entirely to my diet, which has in turn allowed an upward spiral of productivity and genuine living that has driven me past merely not being ill, into the territory of being near-constantly joyful and deeply at peace with myself.

i got a tattoo which has become a source of confidence and assurance, a small but bold reminder that i am strong enough to be true to myself and live my life honestly and for the benefit of my family and community. i have brought healing to many people this year and my hope is that the effects continue to ripple outwards into the world over and over.

nearly nothing bad happened to me or my loved ones in 2023. it was easily the best year of my life and i genuinely believe 2024 will be even better. normally i'd cry out not to jinx it, but i believe it will be better because i am better, and i will continue to shape better and better versions of myself. i hope this year will be good for everyone else, too.

[ninapi]

New to this (Atsumu version)

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Premise: Atsumu get's another chance to get back the love of his life, the mother of his son, and build the family he was supposed to have.

Word Count: 3643.

Warning: a tiny, very tiny bit suggestive.

Chapter 4: The price of fame

It was a beautiful morning, summer was around the corner and you could already see it, the view from your train window was breathtaking, everything so green and lush. Your son was beyond excited, this was his first time riding a bullet train so everything was extra special for him, even the sandwiches you bought to eat on the way.

You finished eating yours first and decided to read the instructions in the email you have received from your son’s new school, you saw they were requesting some additional documents that you would probably need to get before officially transferring him over. That's when you noticed his name in the application, ¨Tsumu, oh my god.¨ you shoved your phone on his face, zooming on the name for him to see what he's done, ¨What is it, love?¨ he really didn’t notice? ¨Tsumu, Seiji has my last name, not yours. And they need us to take his birth certificate to complete the registration!¨ he was honestly so confused, ¨Why does he have your last name? Isn't he my son? He should be a Miya, no?¨ you sighed, deflating onto your seat, ¨Well yes, he should be a Miya. But you can’t give out last names that aren’t yours if the dad isn’t present after birth, so he has my last name.¨ your son was using his dad’s phone to watch animal videos, so you weren’t concerned about him hearing all this, ¨Oh, I didn’t know that. We need to change it then. Shouldn’t be hard if I go with you.¨ he shrugs, not making a big deal out of it, his son should have his name, that’s obvious. You agreed to this, it was easier to just do it when you go for his certificate than to fill out another application or even look for another school. But you realized that, a week ago, the implications of doing just that would have been really heavy, and right now they weren’t, it all felt just natural.

A couple of hours later you finally arrived to Osaka, Seiji was so much better it was encouraging, his fever was almost non-existent at this point, he was just very excited to see his new house and hoping the weekend would come faster since his daddy promised to take him to USJ before he has to go to school again.

You were gathering your stuff, zipping Atsumu´s backpack shut while he picked his son up, his large hand quickly seeking yours, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you towards the exit of the station. Along the way you stopped in a few shops to get some food and other things you might need now that his bachelor’s apartment was in need of upgrades, but you arrived there relatively fast.

He was right when he said the apartment was bigger. But it was still fairly empty, it made you question why he never bothered buying proper furniture. Your mind takes you to some things he’s said over the last few days that might indicate him going through some very depressing years which could explain why everything was so empty, it must have been tough for him too.

He had the entire floor just for himself, three large bedrooms and a smaller one that looked like it could be an office, only one was occupied and had pretty much the same setup that the one back in Tokyo, a very large bed in the middle of an empty room with a larger than life screen on the wall. Though he at least had a living room there. Well, more like a sofa. It was also littered with exercise equipment and you could see how he mostly spent majority of his time there. Another big screen was adorning the opposite wall. You know it would be a challenge to make this place look like an actual home but you were kinda looking forward to it.

There were big boxes at the entrance, blocking the door, you almost couldn’t get in because they were so big. Once you both were safely inside, Tsumu brought them all in and you noticed he was moving them all to one of the empty bigger rooms. Seiji ran after his dad to ‘help’ him and to your surprise, he had bought an entire room set from Ikea, everything matched perfectly and in just a couple of hours your son had a lovely room. He got him a fancy looking bed, it almost looked like a tent and Seiji was the happiest child on earth, he was already planning what he would do with all his free space, maybe he’ll start a rock collection and display it there or maybe even a research lab, he needed to start young if he wanted to save elephants from extinction. His dad also ordered a big bookcase since he noticed his son’s love for books and a child sized desk with a matching chair. Even with all this he had so much space, you could easily see this room filled with toys and laughter in a near future.

He didn’t mention ordering anything, it was the most pleasant surprise you’ve got in a very long time. He was all sweaty and in desperate need of a shower after building all that furniture, but you brought him into an unexpected hug, going on your tippy toes to kiss his lips, ¨Thank you, Tsumu. Seiji’s never had his own room before, look at how excited he is. I didn’t know you had all this planned already!¨ he wrapped an arm around your waist, caressing your cheek with his unoccupied hand while looking down at you adoringly, ¨Yeah, well the kid needs a room. I’m glad he likes it, we still need to get him more stuff though, but for that I need your help, he needs more toys and stuff to make the room look like a kid’s room but I suck at that and got everything white. Can you help me with that, mama?¨ he slurred the last part of the sentence, placing tender kisses along your jawline. ¨Sure, let’s do that later then. I think you need a shower.¨ you pinched your nose jokingly, making him laugh, but you gotta admit he looked hot as hell building all that, specially having your child clinging onto his back supervising his work and handing him the correct tools needed while he was working. ¨I think you need a shower too though…we should save some water you know, bills are expensive and all, probably should just share it, don´t you think?¨ his face was now buried on the side of your neck, placing soft enticing little kisses to sway you to his side, your son who was now getting ready to climb his dad’s leg unbeknown to any of you, startled him when he yelled, ¨Yes, daddy! Let’s share!! I need a shower too.¨ this kid, seriously. Managing to peel yourself out of his grip you wave at him, heading over to his suitcase to look for a clean set of clothes for your child, ¨Have fun, you two.¨ Tsumu loved his son, but he was getting to his limit and needed a plan. Mumbling incoherent things, he lifted his little boy from his leg and took him to his bathroom while he thought of strategies to have you all to himself for a while. He had more fun that he thought he would though, his naked toddler running around his big shower area splashing him and making silly noises, apparently his bathroom looked like a spaceship and they were now in a quest to save humanity.

You went to stash your son’s clothing in his new closet and left the rest of his things there on the floor for him to decorate his new space, while you prepared lunch.

Once they got out of the shower adventure, Seiji ran into his room noticing all his things waiting for him and called his daddy in, he wanted to show him that one polaroid picture of a beatle he took at the park, what he didn’t see was his dad’s face when he was looking at all the other polaroid pictures in the box. Pictures of newborn Seiji in your arms, pictures of his first birthday, his first steps. Beach trips, theme park fun, silly pictures all over the place, all of them being just the two of you. A hole was growing fast in his heart and that’s when his son found the beatle. He wanted his daddy to help him pinning them to the wall above his desk, he really loved his polaroid collection. While he was at it, he also gave him some drawings and other trinkets to place higher in places he couldn’t get himself to reach and while he did as his son requested, he realized what he’s missed was bigger than he ever thought.

After a hearty lunch, Seiji had finally crashed for nap time and you were filling all the forms online that you needed to get the documents requested by the school, it seemed like it would be much easier than you thought getting his name changed and all you had to do was to go in person and sign together. You were about to rely the good news to Atsumu when you noticed his sullen look so you scooted closer to him on the sofa, ¨Hey, what’s wrong?¨ you placed a hand over his arm, giving him a concerned look, ¨I just realized I missed so many of Seiji’s firsts, it made me feel lonely. Those are things I’ll never be able to experience, you know? Like seeing him walk for the first time or hearing his first words, his first day of school, things like that…¨ you nodded, smiling at the thought of your son’s first words and steps, ¨Did you know his first word wasn’t mama? It was actually pudding¨ you imitate your baby boy and this made Tsumu smile, leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder, ¨A very Miya thing to do if you ask me.¨ he nuzzles your neck, sadness still embedded in his soul, ¨I wish I could have heard it though.¨ you held his hand, gently rubbing his knuckles with your thumb in thought, ¨We can't go back in time, Tsumu. But who knows, maybe you’ll get another chance…¨ you were being vague, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, you just wanted to lift his mood up but hearing you say that was like swallowing fireworks to him. ¨Another chance as in, another baby?¨ the hopeful look in his eyes was squeezing your heart raw, would you give him that chance? To be a dad for real, from the start? ¨Well, who knows what could happen. Was just saying.¨ you were getting shy and his heart was in cloud9. Maybe he would get a chance, a bigger chance than he ever expected to have.

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The next day you went to get the paperwork you requested the previous day after Atsumu finished his morning practice. He went back home to pick you both up and headed over to register your son officially as Miya Seiji.

Once you got all the papers straighten out and printed for the school, you stopped to get some ice cream, enjoying the lovely weather. Your son raved about how he tried that fancy ice cream his daddy picked and wanted him to pick a new one for him, going for one called, ¨Spring cookie waterslide fun¨, who comes up with this names- but he loved it nonetheless. 

After a lovely family date, Tsumu had to go back to practice and when he arrived at the gym every single pair of eyes were on him right away, making him shiver.

Hinata was the first one to move, walking ever so slowly over to his setter. He showed him his phone that was full of pictures of him with his family in different locations; pictures of you holding hands at the train station, of him kissing ice cream out of your lips, of him holding his son. ¨Where did you get those, Shoyo?¨ his tone was honestly pretty scary, so cold it could freeze them all in a second, making Hinata want to flee to safety, but he was brave, he could do this. ¨They are all over the internet. Your name is actually trending in different platforms.¨ he’s gotten the attention of the media before, but never like this, he didn’t think it was a big deal though, you were there to stay, might as well let the world know.

He went to get changed ignoring all the stares and all resumed their practice as normal.

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When he got home, he saw you laying on your shared bed, scrolling through social media. The comments were pretty intense. Women of all ages calling you ugly and a whore. Even insulting your child calling him a bastard. But you knew none of this was his fault, it comes with the package if you get involved with someone remotely famous.

He plopped on the bed feeling awfully tired, crawling all the way over to rest his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair while reading some more comments, ¨Is it real bad, baby?¨ he didn't even want to look into your screen, burying his face on the softness of your chest. ¨Well, if you erase all those fangirls from it, it’s not as bad. Seems like you have very good and supportive friends rooting for you.¨ that was unusual, so he peeked up at you for clarifications. You went to the main trending page to show him, ¨C´mere look.¨ 

¨Kageyama Tobio Official: Miya-san is a great setter, you should all be ashamed of yourselves.¨

¨00_SunaRin_00: They’ve been together since high school, if you didn’t know about her is because you don't know anything about your beloved Tsumukyun.¨

¨The new Tiny Giant: We love you, don’t listen to all this nonsense!¨

¨NOT the real Bokuto Kotarou from MSBY: TsumTsum is the greatest setter one could ever wish to have, if you are mean to him and he leaves our team I will hate you all forever! 👿 ¨

Atsumu was beyond moved with all the comments from his actual friends, people that actually knew him for who he was and who wanted him to be comfortable and embrace his happiness. His heart felt tight and his eyes filled with tears. You were holding him gently, throwing the phone away to the side. ¨Everything will be fine, Tsumu. I don't really care about what they said. Even if they said I’m ugly and don’t deserve you, all it matters is what you and I think.¨ you smiled, but he knew you better than you knew yourself, the look in your eyes, the forced smile, of course this was affecting you.

He buried his face on your chest once more, wanting to be babied by you but also thinking of a way to protect you from all this. He was placing soft gentle pecks in between your breasts, while you caressed his back lovingly in silence. ¨Baby, I think I should say something. I know you said it doesn't matter, but it does to me. I don't want them saying bullshit about the woman I love or my son.¨ he was looking into your eyes now with determination. ¨Would you let me post a picture of me and Seiji together in my account?¨ you nodded at his request, his face was all over the internet now anyways so its not like it mattered. ¨And maybe this…if you don´t mind of course…¨ he was acting strangely shy while roaming his bedside table’s drawer. He brought out a small red velvet box, opening it for you to see what was inside, your breath hitching at the content. ¨I…well, I’ve had this with me since back in the day when I was going to propose, is it ok if maybe you wear it for a sec and we take a picture of our hands so I add it to the post? I know we aren’t engaged or anything, but it would bury all those rumors down and they would have no other choice than to accept it.¨ he was so ridiculously nervous, his ears were ringing and all he could hear was his heartbeat. Your face was bright red, but your eyes never left the ring.

So it was true, he really wanted to marry you all those years ago.

You gave him a small smile, trying to swallow down your own tears and handed him your hand for him to put it on for you. He complied immediately, giving your finger a light kiss after sliding it down. It fitted to perfection. He snapped a quick picture of your joint hands, quickly posting both of them to his account. 

¨THE_Miya_Atsumu: Sorry I’m late. I know you’ve already seen pictures of my family going on online, but wanted you to hear it from me. Meet my son, he is five and is as promising as his dad. And even if I would like to tell you that the beautiful woman in the pictures is my wife, well we aren’t there yet, but as you can see, she will be soon. I really don’t appreciate you being mean to the woman I love or even worse, my son. So I hope you understand and to continue having your support.¨ 

The likes were going off the roof, in less than a minute he was trending once again. While others were sulking, majority of his real fans respected him for coming out clean, for valuing their support, and they were all dying due to Seiji's cuteness. Things were slowing down and he could finally breathe once again.

He was staring at the empty box, knowing he should probably just put the ring back inside, he didn’t want to make you even more uncomfortable, but you were happily looking at it in awe.

¨It’s a beautiful ring, Tsumu. It’s a bit surprising that it still fits, don’t you think?" his sneaky self was going under the shirt you were wearing, he just wanted to hide from you, he didn’t want the ring back, so his head went inside the shirt seeking for shelter, you were actually wearing one of his shirts as you haven’t finished unpacking yet, so he fit in it just fine, looking to stuff his face on his favorite bouncy set of pillows. ¨Tsumu, what are you doing?¨ you were laughing, squirming at his cold hands, ¨I just, don’t want to see you taking off the ring, so I’m going to live here now.¨ he was so silly, but you loved this side of him, ¨Do I have to take it off?¨ his heart stopped for a minute there, did you not want to? ¨Well, no not really. It’s yours after all, I just never got a chance to give it to you.¨ he was mumbling, half suffocated by your supple skin, ¨Well you kindda just did…¨ his head popped out of the collar of the shirt just a bit, making you burst out laughing again at how ridiculous the two of you looked right now, ¨Do you, want to…you know…marry me? Doesn’t have to be now, we can wait as long as you want until you actually want to-¨ you shut him up by kissing the tip of his nose, pushing his head back down to rest on your chest, ¨Yeah…I think I’ll keep it for now.¨ his heart was over the moon, you didn’t want to take it off! He felt so grateful, so accomplished, there’s just so much love in his heart right now, he doesn’t even know how to express it, so he kisses every inch of your skin he has available in his proximity.

Your son came in running into your room, laughing at how silly his daddy looked right now, ¨Daddy, you look like a fat taco.¨ refusing to go out of his safe heaven he just waved his son off, cuddling your soft body, sneakily trying to get you off your bra, only to get his hand swatted away by an angry mother. ¨kay, kay. I’ll wait till the slimy demon child goes to bed.¨ he grumbles, going out of his little paradise and lifting his son up to tickle his tummy as an act of revenge. Your son’s laughter being the cherry on top for the happiest night of his existence.

¨Daddy, can we go to USJ tomorrow?¨ you were supposed to go on the weekend, but fighting those puppy eyes was something he just couldn’t do. He had late practice tomorrow so you all could go in the morning. ¨Ok, but daddy has to go to work after lunch.¨ the child went out in a frenzy, hurrying to pack his bag for tomorrow's adventure.

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You weren’t so sure about going out in public so quickly after all the mess from the day before, but Seiji insisted and he was going back to school next week so you wanted to indulge your son.

You all had so much fun, all Seiji wanted to do was go on the same rides over and over again in the Mario land and you both complied, now being proud owners of power-up bands and defeating Bowser.Jr with team effort. Your son has never had so much fun in his life. You ate so many yummy snacks and took pictures with every single character available.

You also officially took your first family polaroid in front of the castle, this becoming Seiji´s new treasure, quickly defeating the beatle.

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The next morning Atsumu was trending once more, pictures of you having fun at Universal being in the front page of many local news sites, this time however, the comments were all positive, all talking about how cute you all looked wearing the same shirt and matching headbands. Some of them even on your side saying you were actually very pretty and looked super cute together, that you made the perfect couple, the perfect family.

And all of the sudden, the price of fame didn’t feel as high and you both felt you could live with it.

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[howlingday]

Cinder/Ruby Reeves

Why? Well, to be honest, I saw a video of Keanu Reeves lines spoken by Shadow the Hedgehog, and honestly, I can't think of anyone better to be Shadow than Ruby Rose... Until I thought of someone else... And then I realized that I couldn't really choose who put here so... Yeah. Both.

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Ruby: I'll need guns... Lots of guns...

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Cinder: Do you want a war?

Cinder: Or do you want to just... give me a gun?

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Ruby: People keep asking me if I'm back, and I haven't really had an answer.

Ruby: But now, yeah! I'M THINKING I'M BACK!

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Cinder: (Slaps Pyrrha) Wake the fuck up, Maiden! We have a kingdom to burn.

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Ruby: Tell them all... whoever comes-

WHOEVER CUMS

Ruby: Whoever it is, I'll kill them!

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Cinder: I had a friend once. Rejean. Rejean was so excited to see me after I'd been adopted. It was the best birthday of my life. I was finally ready to do what I was born to do, but when Rejean realized he wasn't being adopted with me, he just pushed me away!

Cinder: It's not fair! Why, Rejean?! Why?!

Cinder: (Sobbing)

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Ruby: (After her first karate class) I know kung fu.

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Are we in the Ever After?

Cinder: ...No.

What is your secret for always staying down to earth?

Ruby: Well, I mean... gravity.

If you could be any superhero of villain in a comic book who would you be and why?

Cinder: I don't know. When I was a kid, I always wanted to be Jean Grey. So, Jean Grey.

What advice would you give your 17-year-old self?

Cinder: ...I hate giving advice.

How did you discover your love for motorcycles?

Ruby: RIDING THEM! They're beautiful~! Riding a motorcycle is like being a puppy. (Picks up Zwei) Isn't it~? That's right~.

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Cinder: Walking down from Salem's ship in Volume 10 is going to be breathtaking...

Fan: You're breathtaking!

Cinder: YOU'RE BREATHTAKING! YOU'RE ALL BREATHTAKING~! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU~!

[sweaterlinkcafe]

One thing I notice is that the celebrities/characters, real or fake, that you are drawn are a couple of things. One, they tend to look like you. Two, they exhibit personality traits that are like yours. And/or three, they are people you wish to become.

One celebrity right from the bat I can think of is Taemin. I've been a huge fan of his ever since I was 13, which was like half my lifetime ago already. (It's kinda crazy honestly). I think this is a big example of someone who has those three things. A celebrity-liking stellium, if you will.

The reason why is because I noticed over the years how uncannily similar we look. I'm not as beautiful as he is, of course, but I have concluded that is because our facial structures are pretty similar. We have very different facial features, but facial structure is I would say 65 - 70 percent similar. I think maybe part of the reason I am drawn to him is because of that. There is a physical resemblance in a vague way. And because of that vague similarity I think it makes me feel more comfortable. Because if someone looks like you, you're gonna feel more drawn and comfortable around that person. Idk the science behind that, but that has to be a thing.

About personality traits. Look, I don't know who he is. None of us do except for close people in his life. But I can tell you, based on what I see on camera, that we do have similar personality traits. We're both perfectionistic (I saw a video of him doing a dance performance take and ppl were saying he was doing good but he said something like it was eh, I can do better, even though to us it looks amazing, because we all know how talented he is). We're both introverted (I have this feeling because of how he looks like he hates it there during red carpet appearances and how a lot of things he says is scripted in videos. Ik many idols have that, but regardless.) He is one of us (one of us!) and by one of us I mean an INFP. He is an INFP and I too am a fellow INFP. We ought to be similar if we got the same MBTI, ya know what I mean.

Side note: I feel like he is the only person that makes music that I'm like someone gets it. I'm biased, very heavily so, but no one does it like Taemin. I see the mvs, the dancing. I listen to the music, the vocals. He gets it. He gets the artistry that I feel like the world lacks severely. He feels like a being who is on the border between reality and fantasy, and I am like yes, YES, someone GETS IT.

And thirdly, someone who I want to become. The man has infinite aura. He somehow just outdoes himself every comeback, every time. I don't know how he does it. He is the best dancer I've ever seen. His vocal improvement is astonishing. I'm always so blown away by him. I wish I could be seen how people see Taemin. I wish I could be famous for my artistry, my passions, my talents. I wish to be as breathtaking as he is. Maybe one day I will be.

That is all for now. Bye now <3

[back-on-my-bucky-bs]

my thoughts on the drEP,

to whoever wants to hear;

Slow Down:

Originally when we heard the snippet for it, I figured it wasn’t going to be my favorite song on the ep, but I absolutely love this song!

Favorite lyric: I lay awake at night, feeling like I’m behind.

The song itself, the melodies and lyrics are so mystical, looking into the future while reminding yourself to stay in the now while also reflecting on the past is so beautiful. Plus, the use of seasons within the song and the play on words “the summer will spring up on you again”. The writing in this song is absolutely amazing.

2. Kind of Love:

Remember when we thought KOL and “total disconnection” were different songs?

Favorite lyric: Even when you’re far away, next to me is where you’ll stay.

This song is so sweet and lovey-dovey and adorable.

The softer words and instrumentals, I can easily imagine this song in the background of a coming-of-age movie. Like those cheesy ones where the main character gets in trouble/caught in a lie in the middle of the moving and has to make amends with his friends/family and there’s musical component for the amendment montage in the last 30-40 minutes of the movie before everyone forgives him in the end.

3. Paranoid:

Gives me Olivia Rodrigo vibes during the verses/pre-chorus. Which I love! It’s so sassy and fun. It’s also more upbeat musically than the other songs for sure. Which helps to play into the “paranoia” and the “mind racing” aspects of the song.

Favorite Lyric: I can’t stop hearing you, so can you kill the noise.

I just hate how short the song is! I need more of it!

4. Spotlight:

Absolutely fuck me up! My favorite song on the ep for sure! I just can’t begin to say how much I love this song. Like I’m blushing while listening to this. I feel this song is not meant for my ears. Like when you walk in on a couple kissing. Like I’m not allowed in on this private moment between Dream and his lover. (It’s George btw)

His voice in this song is AMAZING! Also, you can totally hear him smiling while he’s singing the chorus.

Favorite Lyric: A celebrity in my head, a superstar in my bed

BTW DNF is real!

5. Everest:

Of course, I love this song, it’s the dream team song.

Also, I’ve never heard Yung Gravy rap before this, and I dig his tone.

Favorite lyric: I love what life’s been dealing.

TBH I cannot for the life of me pinpoint George’s vocals since Sapnap’s stand out to me. But everyone I see says they can hear George and I wanna find a video where they isolate the vocals.

6. Invincible (like u):

Does it make me think of my mom? Yes, it does.

Am I crying? Also, yes.

Favorite lyric: Might lose, but you never quit.

I guess Dream just has main character disease because I can picture this song in a movie too. But like a band movie where the main character sings the song after a fight with his parents. (Like Unsaid Emily from Julie and the Phantoms).

7. Until I End Up Dead:

I still cry when I hear this song.

RIP Technoblade

Favorite Lyric: I’m not staying in my mind; I’m living like you said.

Like Dream I’m agnostic, so not believing in heaven/afterlife can be scary because what’s left after this? Rotting in the ground? Dust in a vase? It makes life worth it. But life is worth it. Cause the end doesn’t matter, it’s the middle that does. So you have to make the most of it.

Final Ranking/Thoughts:

Spotlight

Slow Down

Paranoid

Kind of Love

Until I End Up Dead

Invincible

Everest

I just can’t even begin to express how much I adore Dream, how much I love this EP, and can’t wait to hear what he comes up with next. His talent in music has for sure evolved since Roadtrip and it’s so worth it. His dedication to his craft is breathtaking. He’s so inspiring and amazing. I honestly just want more already. I’m insatiable when it comes to Dream, his voice, his story telling, everything. I am also just so proud of him. He has every reason to quit, to leave the fame behind, and he still pushes forward and does the things he loves and wants to do, haters be damned. His EP is a 10/10 in my book.

[prettysweet02]

Sugar Rush Ride by TOMORROW X TOGETHER

The song takes the listener through this beautiful journey of maturing into an adult yet giving into the sweet temptations of the Devil. This album is amazing and TXT have yet again stood by the album name, in this case, The Name Chapter : Temptation.

As for the music video TXT gave such a breathtaking video with amazing visuals themselves. The choreography sits so well with the message of the song.

Honestly I just know that the whole thing is gonna be on loop for MOAs for the foreseeable future <3

Gifs : I don't own these, credits to the talented owners.

[sinister--potato]

Story time for every person that's ever bitched about people "taking too many pictures and videos" at concerts and "not living in the moment".

First of all some people (like me) have severe memory issues to the point where they'll vaguely remember they've done a thing, but not be able to recall a second of said thing.

Second, and here comes the story - the last show I went to was at a small venue, I've had the ticket for like three months but was extremely low on spoons on that particular day. I was thinking about not going until the literal last minute, but having missed SO MUCH of life exactly like that I said "Fuck it, I can be in pain in a fun place."

I ended up going, I ended up chatting with the opening band (which also happened to be brilliant) half the night, the main act was fucking breathtaking and between the jumping and the screaming and the beautiful craziness of it all I took a few videos. People around me were visibly annoyed, though I always make sure my phone's brightness is at zero and never raise it above my height so it won't be in anyone's way.

I had a great time nonetheless, but two days later the plethora of illnesses I have landed me in the hospital in such intense unrelenting pain that I've been literally sobbing for days now. Guess what I have on repeat to get me through this fucking nightmare! I honestly think I would've broken this time if it wasn't for the memories I'm able to relive simply because I spent five minutes on my phone at a show. It reminds me that it might be hell now but it won't be forever.

So next time you want to get snappy at people taking photos at events (respecting everyone else's experience of course) think about that.

We're not all living the same story!

[horsemusicherald]

Over half a year in the making, and actualizing concepts from the last five years, Vylet Pony's new album is jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, and breathtaking. It is an album shroud in mystery as its narrative follows the protagonist and their shadow through a plethora of genres, each track morphing seamlessly into the next, starting with heavenly soundscapes before descending into darkness and death, only to turn around and ascend back to its harmonious beginnings. Much of the story is incomplete, and the listener is invited to theorize more about it. Throughout the album you'll hear samples from previous Vylet songs, the classic "Sing a song about life" clip, as well as a new carousel motif.

Get a song-by-song breakdown after the break

Track one, "Let's Fly to the castle," starts out as a lovely house tune, with fluffy synths creating an incredibly warm tone and vocal chops floating effortless around the mix before dropping into a jazzy, chiptune like section. The piece then builds up anticipation with its marching snare and ends with a gorgeous violin solo backed by piano.

Track two, "Pony Rock!" quickly jumps into pony chops taken from the iconic "Winter Wrap Up" from Season 1. GalaxySquid's vocals add so much warmth to the sound and NekoSnicker's performance on top of piano is heart wrenchingly beautiful. Then the drop hits back into the main groove, and just when you think the sound couldn't be any fuller, it drops out and comes back in with insane 16th note chiptune synth runs! Absolutely stunning!

Track three, "Constellation Cradle", travels away from the warm synths and into glitchy, hyper pop vocals. But it doesn't stay there for long, whiplashing to ambient electronic, reminiscent of Vylet's previous album, only to drop a jazzy interlude for three seconds before dropping into heavier dubstep. There's even some baroque harpsichord in there! Honestly, this track is such a flex as Vylet Pony commands mastery of an incredible variety of different sounds.

Track four, "How to Talk to Your Shadow?" rings heavily with carnival music as an announcer introduces the listener to the shadow, building up anticipation for what's to come as the carnival music creepily dies down. A radio bumper throws us some early fandom memes before introducing the next track, "Brohoof!" This certified brony classic is complete with pony chops galore and an infectious beat that will surely have you dancing forever likes the lyrics say /)

Track six, "Bass Cannon", takes the intensity up a notch with its avant-garde hardcore sections paired against gorgeous bossa nova. Its dissonant chords ring loudly as the lyrics start probing… "Is it a bliss? To forget" and "Is it so wonderful?" The carousel is turning, and it's taking us to a very different place than where the album started.

Track seven, "Crush Kill Destroy Swag", in contradiction to the YouTube video it references, begins with beautiful pads, pianos, and strings, establishing a heavenly orchestra-like sound before switching to a funkier, bass heavy groove. It takes a darker turn in the middle with a mesmerizing darkstep beat accompanied by Vylet's vocals which eventually fade into the ether, leaving us in a void of scratchy, glitchy, eerie ambience…

…aren't you excited?…

Track nine, "Hush!" begins with Vylet delivering an intense vocal performance which feels like a cross between rap and spoken word before dropping back into a gorgeous synth-scape leaving you in awe. But don't let your guard down because it's just the eye of the storm and the intensity ramps back up into a grungy, heavy metal section. It might be the longest track on the album, but it will keep you on the edge of your seat the whole time.

Track ten, "Examining the Afterthought", is reflective in nature as its title suggests, giving the listener a break with some lighter synths playing over a radio broadcast of someone who sounds very much like Obama. The sound design is stunning with arpeggios rapidly speeding up and slowing down in waves, giving the track a very relaxed, ocean like feel.

Track eleven, "Flair for the Dramatic" features a slightly darker but incredibly deep sound which will leave you feeling exposed as the narrator confronts her shadow in the lyrics. Its chorus is one of the most rallying anthems of the whole album, and in its final iteration, it modulates up a half-step to given it even more intensity! In the second half, the synths give way to just an acoustic guitar and the vocals, creating a really vulnerable and special moment for the listener.

Track twelve, "Carousel", with its dark piano, violin solos, and its angelic vocals is hauntingly beautiful, building up to an incredible moment of catharsis. The track then turns into a moodier ballad with its bitter lyrics before turning again to a more hopeful sound with Namii's beautiful voice accompanied by piano. Much of the song is in 3/4, which gives it the perfect sensation of a Carousel spinning round and round.

After much of the album has explored darker themes and sounds, track 13, "Futura", is a departure from that to a brighter place. Its starts with just a few mellow synths, bass, and vocals before fully opening to a warm and hopeful sound complete with synthetic bells, guitar, and even a Theremin! Lyrics such as "no healing without pain; no clear skies without rain" also reflect this tonal shift and mark the restoration of balance.

Thus we arrive at track 14, "Creekflow", which opens with the glitchy carousel motif looping on itself, soon to be joined by acoustic guitar and strings. The texture is fluid and crisp like the sound of a brook of light flowing and made complete by Vylet's blissful vocal performance. Not to leave without a bang, the sounds explodes at the halfway mark before fading back into the sound of the creek. The end of "Creekflow" immediately leads back into "Let's fly to the Castle!" to complete an entire spin around the carousel.

The album stands as an incredible accomplishment! The concept is stellar, its execution wondrous, and there's so many genres and idea packed into it that it will keep you engaged well beyond your first listen through. Great work Vylet!

[faelliely]

Relationship: Gabriel Soma/Renato Lyra

Rating: E

It's not something he even knew he had a thing for, honestly can't imagine it being a turn on for him if it was anyone except Renato. It took him by surprise how it shot through him when he overheard Renato and his sister animatedly chatting. Gabriel has no idea what they’re talking about, but the way his Portuguese rolls so naturally, well-practiced and fluid. It’s a beautiful language, and he’s breathtaking delivering it.

Renato is so expressive, so passionate when he doesn't have to think as much before he speaks. Reminds Gabriel of just how smart the other is, effortlessly multilingual and exceedingly competent.

They’re tucked away someplace private together, whatever this is between them that reached boiling point a few weeks ago still burning strongly, yet with increasing familiarity. They steal any moments they can with each other in between their harrowing Trials, a chance to unwind and share.

Gabriel’s memorized everything he can about Renato in this time, needs to know how he works far more than any machine he’s learned the ins and outs of. He already knows just where to press his lips beneath his jawline, confident that the drag of his teeth across his fluttering pulse point will reward him with a satisfied hum deep in his chest. Renato’s got his fingers wound in Gabriel's well-manicured buzzcut, tugging him back gently and pushing him down urgently with hands and lips until his shoulders meet the worn mattress. The younger seems to be feeling more dominant today, and Gabriel is more than happy to let himself go with his flow, encourages the other to undress and explore him to his heart’s content.

Gabriel feels the heat in the room rise as Renato works a third thread-worn finger into him, baritone voice cracking on a whine as the engineer lets his head drop forwards onto his forearms, pushes back against the other to tell him he’s more than ready. Renato gently turns him over, replaces the warm curl of his fingers with the blunt press of his cock, and Gabriel imprints his fingernails into those sun-kissed shoulders, breath hitched as Renato dips his tongue past his teeth.

Sex with Renato is always incredible, methodical and thorough, intense and exciting. He’s certain the other was not experienced when they met, but he’s an intuitive and focused study, has learned Gabriel’s tells just as quickly as he has Renato’s. He pushes one of Gabriel’s knees up and out, lets him feel the stretch as he drives himself home, so much yet everything Gabriel craves, making the engineer keen and shudder.

As the younger bottoms out he breathes out an expletive in his native tongue. Gabriel feels it spark through him, feels his cock twitch in keen interest as Renato rests his forehead against Gabriel’s muscled shoulder. He needs to hear more.

"Talk to me."

Renato lifts his head and smiles at Gabriel fondly, tilts his head quizzically. “But I am talking to you.”

Gabriel wets his lips nervously. “Not… Not in English.”

Renato furrows his brow, confused but not unwilling. "In Portuguese? But you won't understand...?"

"No, I won’t.” Gabriel shakes his head softly before reaching to tuck a lock of Renato’s hair gently behind his ear, trailing his hand across freckled cheeks to reverently caress his lips. “Please?"

Renato looks adorably bewildered, gazing at him with eyes wide, like Gabriel has grown a second head or something. Shaking his head slightly, Renato bites his lip before starting dubiously "Uh... Você é um idiota?"

Gabriel glowers at the other, "I don't need to know Portuguese to guess what that means."

Renato huffs a fond laugh through his nose, eyes crinkling in amusement. "I'm sorry. How about... Você é gostoso."

That works for Gabriel. The smooth lilt of his voice, the roll of his sweet words. Gabriel gives a low moan, running his hands to rest on the jut of Renato’s hips and squeezing encouragingly, urging him to move.

This seems to give Renato some confidence. “Você me deixa louco.” He gives a thoughtful hum, angling his hips to drive himself right where Gabriel needs him before continuing. “E eu quero saber mais acerca de ti...”

“Fuck, yeah...” Gabriel gasps, hardly as eloquent, but blows the younger’s pupils wide regardless. He seeks out one of Renato’s hands and threads their fingers together, squeezes reassuringly. “You’re so perfect, keep going…”

Renato’s blush is almost glowing in the filtered light. He swallows before purring, “Você é lindo.” Gabriel’s eyes are scrunched shut, the pressure and heat of their coupling combined with Renato’s rich accent causing him to feel. “Eu tenho tanta sorte.”

He’s certain Renato can hear his thundering heartbeat, Gabriel arches into him and utters a curse like a prayer. The way Renato shifts his hips and serenades him with his voice, Gabriel’s not certain he’d be able to understand English at this point. He sorely wishes he knew what the other was saying, whether it’s as achingly hot as it sounds.

He’s certain he’s never been this turned on before, mind hazy and panting between moans, having the breath punched out of him on every thrust. It feels like he’s drowning, blinded with their pleasure, all his worries and problems forgotten in this perfect moment together. Wants to kiss Renato senseless, but doesn’t want to quiet him. Knows it’s too early in what they have to fall, certain he’s doing so anyway.

He cradles Renato’s face tenderly with his hand, turns his head to murmur hotly in his ear. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Cants his hips up into Renato’s rhythm, pushes all of his desire and unspoken feelings into it as they chase their completion. “Ah, c’mon, I’m so close…”

Renato doubles down his efforts, leans his full weight onto Gabriel’s hips and slams into that perfect spot that has stars sparking across his vision. Mindless pleas escape Gabriel’s lips, his entire world narrowed to the beautiful man inside of him; his pretty face, his perfect cock, and his breathtaking voice.

“Eu acho que estou apaixonado por você.”

Gabriel’s world whites out as he comes untouched, gasps a soundless scream into Renato’s mouth as he feels the warmth of his partner following him with a long moan. They catch their breaths together, trading lazy open-mouthed kisses as they shake through their afterglow.

Once his heart rate has slowed and Renato’s head is cushioned comfortably on Gabriel’s broad chest, the engineer can’t help himself, taking one of Renato’s hands and pressing his lips to his knuckles, smiling warmly at the other as Renato gazes up at him questioningly. “So, what were you telling me?”

Renato flushes, averting his eyes and smiling softly to himself. “Oh, nothing important.”

Disclaimer: I do not know Portuguese, I did a lot of reading before picking simple-ish phrases to include in this, but my sincere apologies if something isn't quite right. Please let me know if there's anything I can change :)