#when they're not together he's fiddling with his fingers feeling empty handed

[scottstiles]

Every Sciles Touch 1x9 ☾ Wolf's Bane (part 1)

[afyrian]

hi :3 for your event could i call captain america for a screeching noise pls !! (´；Д；`) w suna or sakusa i don’t mind :3

sweaty palms and hearts suna rintaro x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 941 | prompts: brother's best friend + band au

    peeking out of the curtains, you feel your hands getting clammy. the velvet texture runs along your palm, feeling odd against the callouses on your fingers. taking in a deep breath, you let them close back together, the loud cries of the crowd slowly drowning out. shaking your hands, you roll your head, trying to steady your breathing.

  you commit to this exercise every gig, rain or shine. running your hands up and down your shirt, closing your eyes to mentally encourage yourself. when you open your eyes you're faced with the sight of suna walking onto the stage, spinning a drumstick in his hand. looking over at you, his gaze softens, mind emptying of the nervousness he's been feeling. 

  "you getting ready?" he asks, both to you and himself, hand shoving the drumsticks into his back pocket.

  pursing your lips, you nod, fingers fiddling absentmindedly. staring at your guitar, you swallow down the nervousness sitting idly in your throat. "yeah.. yeah, i'm just feeling- i don't even have the words, there's just so many people," resting your hands on the back of your neck, you pace the stage. 

  "you do great every time, n/n, you're gonna do fine now," he walks up to you, hands reaching out for yours.

  his thumbs run along the backs of your palms, his fingers noticeable softer than yours. a smile etches on his lips and for a moment you can feel your heartbeat slow. for a moment you can finally hear your thoughts play out in coherent sentences. he soothes you in a way you've always needed, he's your beat. 

  looking up at him, you take in one more deep breath, fingers tapping against his hands. "thanks, rin," you quietly say, the front of your old converses just barely touching his shoes, inches apart.

  "anything for you, n/n. plus talking to you helps me calm down too," suna breathes out a sigh of relief, his heartbeat returning to the same natural beat, like a drum that's rocking steadily.

  "really? well, i never knew that," you smile wider, feeling your cheeks getting warm, butterflies stirring in your stomach. 

  without missing a single second, his hands free themselves from yours, raising up to your cheeks. resting his thumbs against your cheekbones, his touch is soft and gentle. breath kissing yours, suna looks deep into your eyes, reaching down into your soul, "may i?"

  nodding softly, you lean into his touch, lips pressing against his. the gentle touch of his hands act opposite of his chapped lips. devoid of much chapstick or water, they're rough against your own. suna holds onto you like he's starving without you, as if he's been waiting for this moment his whole life.

  bringing your hands up to his neck, you hold onto him, matching his energy. just as you're about to pull him closer, something falls to the ground, sounding like an old grocery store bag filled with boxes. letting go of his neck, you stand back, biting your lip. looking in the direction of the noise, you see atsumu standing with his mouth wide open. 

  "you two? suna you're kissing my sister?? and y/n? you're kissing my ex-teammate slash bandmate?" his eyebrows furrow, the bags of dessert and snacks he had brought for after resting on the ground.

  holding back a smile, you look back at suna, crinkling your nose. "i'm so sorry you had to see that 'sumu, but he’s not just your bandmate…” you quietly say, hands raising up and covering your mouth.

  suna stays next to you, hands resting by his sides, “she.. well, she is a great person. and i really like her and have known her and you for forever.”

  “this is so weird… god i have to text ‘samu,” atsumu grabs at the phone in his pocket, immediately wanting to tell his twin of their younger sibling’s personal love life.

  shaking your head, you take a few steps towards him, hoping to stop him from contacting your other brother. raising the phone higher, atsumu starts typing out a message, thumbs tapping quickly against the screen. “no! you’re not telling him!” reaching up once more for his phone, you give up, knowing there’s only one other way you’ll get it…

  you jump up from your spot, wrapping your arms around his neck. your legs wrap around his torso, the heels of your shoes dig into his stomach. one of your hands pushes against his face as your hand reaches out to his. your fingers push against his phone, attempting to get him to loosen his grip just enough that you can pull it from his hand. luckily, the pressure against his nose causes his hand to instinctively open. 

  grabbing the phone, you begin deleting the message, including the many typos. “no! you are not ruining this for me before ending something before it’s even begun!” shoving it into the pocket opposite of your own phone, you look down at his face, eyebrows raise.

  “i won’t send anything if you get off me!” atsumu says loudly, fingers pulling at your hand gripping onto his chin, “plus i think you climbing me like a monkey surely isn’t going to attract suna very much.”

  looking back at suna, you can instantly feel yourself growing embarrassed. he’s seen you mess with your brothers more than once, but never has he seen you act as wildly as you did today. he’s holding back a smile as he shrugs, “nah, don’t worry, never getting the ick with you.”

  “now i’m getting the ick…” atsumu frowns, ruffling his hair between his fingers to try to fix your mess.

a/n: thanks for requesting, i hope you like it!! gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia

[reareaotaku]

You're so Drunk

Inspired by this: Here by @ifangirlalot Summary: Boris just asked you to help him steal some liquor- Not to fuck in the back of a car. Tw: NSFW, Stealing [Which I condone], Underage Drinking, Car smut, Dub-con [Cause they're drunk] Taglist: @fxchild [God I really hope this is good... I don't feel like I'm good at NSFW, but idk]

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun."

You hum, looking away from him and towards the store. You looked back at Boris, frowning, "I don't know..."

"Oh come on, princess. It'll be fun," He taunts, grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

You look at your intertwined hands, before sighing and looking up at him. He knew he had you in the palm of his hands. It would just take a little bit of his charm to convince you to stop being a goodie-two-shoe and steal some liquor with him.

He clicks his tongue, before smirking. He fiddles your hands together, before caressing yours with his thumb. "Oh, you only live once, princess. Besides, if we get caught, I'll take the blame- I promise."

You take a deep breath, before sighing, "Fine."

He smiles, his hand grasping tighter than it was and dragging you into the store.

---

You watched the aisles to make sure no one was coming as Boris swindled some Liquor and Rum. You felt a push on your back and looked at the perpetrator. He hands you one of the bottles that you quickly stuff in your pants.

Boris has to hold in his laughter, but lets you do your thing. He wouldn't put a bottle in his pants, but everyone's different. He grabs your biceps, leading you out of the store.

"Don't be suspicious," He whispers in your ear, knowing you were probably were one drop from breaking. Thankfully there was no one by the door, so you both booked it before an employee could catch either of you.

"Oh my god, I've never done that before!" You chuckle, pulling out the liquor from your pants.

Boris had never realize, but he likes this. He liked spending time with you and pushing you past your limit. It made him wonder how much farther he could get you to go.

---

"I don't know Boris," You pushed his chest, causing him to frown. You sigh, leaning deeper into the car seat. "I mean... We're in a car. What if someone sees us?"

"Ох, куколка. Ты такой параноик."¹ He tells you in his deep accent, caressing your hands.

You hum, not paying him much mind. You didn't know what he said, but you were sure it was something to try and convince you. You hear him pop another bottle and hand it to you. You hesitated for a second before deciding 'fuck it' and taking the bottle and gulping it down.

Boris watched you, his eyes widen and a little impressed. You take a sigh, before handing the bottle back to him. You weren't much of a drinker, but luckily Boris was more than experienced in such an activity.

He grabs another bottle and pushes it towards you. You quickly chuck it down and he watches you intently. The liquor burned your throat, but you were quick to shake it off. You hand him the empty bottle and he throws it in the back. You hear it break, which causes you to flinch slightly. You look back to see pieces of glass covering some of the floor.

"I'll clean it later," He quickly reassures you when seeing your concerned face.

You frown, but ultimately don't comment. You continued to kiss him, fingers digging into his hair. You pull and grab at whatever you can. You were both desperate and needed, obviously. Your hands were sloppy as they tried to grip him.

Your finger untangled themselves from his hair and went down to his face and caressed his cheeks. You pushed him closer, desperate for his lips to stay on yours. You both finally pull away when needing a breath of hair

Boris sighed, caressing your thigh, as you lean against the seat. Your eyes slowly drooping. He leans in and slowly kisses your neck, which causes you to lightly groan.

He looks at you with dazed eyes, his lips swollen. He lets out deep breaths before looking at his back seats and then back at you. You knew what he wanted. You sigh, before crouching and crawling over the armrest and slamming your body into the back seats. He quickly follows behind you and pushes his body on top of you.

His fingers were quick to grip onto you. You could feel his fingertips graze across your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You'd never tell him in fear of his ego growing, but you love his fingers/hands. They were long and soft and always knew how to touch you.

Long, slender fingers were squeezing and grabbing whatever they could. His mouth was practically attached to your own as he continued to kiss you. He finally pulled back, taking a breath, before messing with your shirt. His mind was grodgy and his hands slippery. He struggled for a few minutes, before sighing and pulling a shard of glass from where one of the bottles and cutting your shirt.

You yelped, grabbing at the cut and squeezing it together. "I like this shirt." You look up at him frowning, which causes him to groan throwing the glass back on the floor. "Should you really put that glass there? What if it cuts-"

He slams his lips against yours to shut you up. His hands pushed yours away from your shirt and put his in the hole and tore it apart. His hands roam your stomach, before going up to your chest and fiddling with your bra.

His hands squeeze your tits, before licking your hard nipple. He then attaches his lips on it, sucking and kissing one while his hand fiddles with the other ball of fat. His hand squeeze and pulls at your tit, causing your back to arch and cunt to get hotter and wet. You need it so bad and it felt like he was teasing you.

"Please Boris."

He looks up at you, detaching from your tit with a pop, "Please what?"

"I... I need you," You whisper, which just makes Boris smirk.

"I can't hear you, doll. What is it?"

You turn away from him, your face turning a light pink. There's a few seconds of silence, before you turn back to him, your face now a dark red. "I need you. Please."

That was all he needed. He starts to unbuckle your jeans, before pulling them down. He quickly wiggles out of his own jeans and pulling off his shirt. Now you were both left in your underwear and Boris couldn't be any happier.

He stuffed himself inbetween your thighs, slowly kissing them up and down. He lips softly grazed your skin, creating a wet trail that lead to your pussy.

He fiddles with your panties, his hands slipping inbetween the fabric and pulling it. Boris used this opportunity as almost a game where he was rewarded by your moans the closer he got to your sweet heat. You could feel his smirk against your skin when you let out a particularly loud moan. His teeth graze your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine and Boris is pleased by the view.

He decided that he wanted more... Needed more. You groaned when feeling his nails digging into your skin. You looked down at him frowning.

"Oh, Boris- You're going to leave marks."

He chuckles, looking up at you, "Well, no one will see it right?"

You don't respond, just leaning back on the seats. God you were really doing this huh? You take a deep breath before letting it out. Yes, you were doing this and you wanted it.

His tongue flicks your folds, causing you to flinch. His fingers pull at your fold as he pushes his tongue inside of you. His tongue rolled and pushed it's way into you. His fingers made work with both your clit and one pushing inside of you, feeling around your walls.

He sucks on your pussy, before he pulls away- which causes you to sigh, but quickly moan again as he blows on it. You moan lightly which causes Boris to chuckle.

"You like that baby? Oh I bet you do." He sits up, fiddling with his boxers before pulling them down and lining himself up with your cunt. He slowly pushes inside before taking a deep breath when feeling how tight you were. "Ah- Such a tight fucking cunt," He groans. He puts his hands under your thighs and pushes them up to wrap around his hips.

There's no movement for a few minutes as you get used to his cock engraving itself inside of you. Before you even tell him, he slowly moves back, before shoving himself back in, causing a loud clapping sound from his balls hitting your ass. Your body is slightly pushed forward by the movement and you moan lowly.

"You know... I've fucked my own hand thinking about you," He confessed in your ear.

You moan at his words, "Oh yeah? I think about you too."

"Oh, I bet you do, you fucking dirty slut," He teases, pushing himself deeper into you and pulling back out.

He reaches his hand down towards your clit and rubs it slowly as he picks up his pace. Your back arches and you moan loudly when feeling his fingers rub against your clit.

"Oh- Ahh, awhh, Boris."

Your moans encourage him to quicken his pace. Your tits bounce as he pushes your forward with his thrust. He watched as his dick created a dent in your stomach. He pushes on it, causing your moans to get louder.

"Oh god! Yes-"

He can feel your legs shake against him and it pushes him to go even faster, until the car is practically shaking. He knew you were close to cumming because he could feel you squeezing him. He groans softly feeling you tighten, before you finally cum. He feels your sweet liquid coat his cock and he looks down at his cock still halfway into your pussy.

Your creamy cum covers his cock, creating a white ring as he pulls his cock out- Though not all the way. The imagine makes him smirk and he looks up at you. Your eyes were closed and face dazed. He knew you were probably dumbed by his cock, but he still wanted to push you.

"What a sight — nothing like seeing your cum covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?“ He purred. 

You groan, turning your head away from him. You open your eyes, just barely, being met with the image of his dark black seats.

"Oi-" He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Answer me when I talk to you. Or are you already fucked stupid by my dick? Does my dick make you stupid?"

You groan at his words, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want him to tease you, but you kind of liked it. You hated that you liked it. You didn't want him to know- But it was to late.

"Oh, you're so pretty." He thrusts back inside, making you go forward again. He leans in close to you, his breath blowing on your neck. His nails were digging into the fat of your ass as he continued to shove his cock into you.

Your moans overtook the car and you were hoping there was no one around. This was the last thought you were able to have before he turns you into slush by his constant and rough thrust.

Boris could feel your walls tighten and your nails dig into his back. He quickly picked up his pace, before he felt your gummy walls squeeze him, which caused him to cum deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, milking him for all he got until he emptied his balls inside of you. He slows down, your cum mixing with his own and spilling out of your pussy and slowly grazing down towards your ass and his seats.

That was going to be a pain to clean later, but Boris decided to just let it be. He was to tired to deal with it and when he looked at you, he could tell he wasn't the only one. You were knocked out. He caresses your cheek, before kissing your forehead.

"Śpij dobrze, księżniczko." ²

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Oh, doll. You're so paranoid

Sleep well, Princess

[opalimagines]

Mix Tape

It's your 17th birthday, and Rick has a gift for you.

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warnings: kissing/making out

"Rick, I said no gifts."

Your boyfriend insisted on driving you home after the birthday party the JSA had thrown you, and as he walked you to the door, he asked if the two of you could sit on the porch. You didn't expect him to offer you a little wrapped rectangle complete with a shiny golden ribbon.

"I said the same thing on my birthday." The day before his birthday, you'd taken him for a picnic in Australia with the most beautiful view he'd ever seen and a nice break from the freezing December weather in Blue Valley. And because of the time difference, he technically had his birthday twice, which was all part of your master plan because he 'deserved to be celebrated'.

"You've got a point." And you couldn't resist his smile anyway. "Alright, let me see it."

Rick placed the gift in your palm, and you tried not to seem too excited as you tore it open to reveal a clear plastic case, which held a cassette tape. The label simply read 'Songs for (Y/N) vol. 1'.

"You...made me a mix tape?" You asked as you flipped it around in your hands, surprised that you could even choke out the question.

His cheeks flushed red, and he nervously fiddled with his fingers. While you'd been together for several months and known each other for almost a year, this was brand new territory. "They're all songs that remind me of you."

Grinning, you threw yourself at him in a hug, a couple of happy hears falling down your cheeks. "Thank you, I love it!"

He hugged you back without hesitation. "You haven't even heard it yet."

"You made it for me," you said, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I don't have to hear it to know that I love it." Rick brushed his fingertips over your cheek, still smiling at you as you pressed a kiss to his lips. But before it could get too far, you broke away. "Let's go listen to it!"

The next moment, you were practically dragging him into the house and down to the basement, where you turned on your setup and put the tape in the deck. A familiar song—I Will Dare by The Replacements—filled your room, and it took you a moment to realize the significance.

"This was playing the first time we ever talked," Rick explained, as if you needed reminding. You were the one who had been singing along to it when he walked into the record shop that day.

"Great song." You placed the plastic case down on top of the tape deck. "I can't believe you remembered that."

"Well, it's a good memory." That day in the record store wasn't the first time you'd met—that was in the dining room of what was now your Blue Valley home—but it was the first time you really interacted. Even though it took a little while longer for the two of you to get close, that was the start of everything.

"It really is." You rushed over to your bed and flopped down onto it, patting the empty space. "Come here."

It took him several times longer to get there, but when he did, he laid down next to you. You placed your head on his chest, your hand resting on his stomach. And he held you in his arms, just like you wanted. "Happy Birthday."

"It's definitely the happiest I've ever had." A party with all of your friends, a heartfelt gift from your boyfriend, and now this? Last year, you never would've predicted any of it.

Rick gently stroked your arm, eventually reaching your hand and taking it in his own. You closed your eyes, barely catching his heartbeat beneath your ear in spite of the other noise in the room. It was strong and steady, and you'd noticed before that the sound easily calmed you.

You shifted in his embrace so you could look up at him, still keeping your hands intertwined. Considering the way your life was before, having a boyfriend always seemed like an impossible thing. But you ended up in Blue Valley, and you found someone so lovely. Who you could spend hours with and never feel bored. Just content and comfortable.

Rick felt your gaze on him and opened his eyes to meet you. "You okay?"

"More than okay." You brushed the pad of your thumb over his knuckles with a fond smile. "There's something I've never told you before..."

"What's that?" He asked, his fingertips tracing your spine through your t-shirt.

Sighing, you took a moment to find the words. "Some things make it easier to slow down, like listening to music or being with friends. But it's still a struggle, and it drives me crazy sometimes." You moved yourself up so you were face to face with him, seeing the confusion in his eyes since you had definitely told him all of that before. "The thing is, I've never really felt that way with you. When you're around, slowing down isn't torturous at all. I want to do it. It just feels...natural, you know?"

"Yeah, I do." It wasn't in the same way, obviously, but he did. Before, he was content with solitude and quiet, then you came along, and he enjoyed your presence more than he'd expected. Being around people could be a little much at times, yet he could spend his time with you with no problem at all.

Cupping his cheek, you kissed him and spoke with your lips still grazing his. "You make me so happy, Rick."

He went in for another kiss before responding. "That's good. Because you make me happy, too."

You smiled and pulled him in for a deeper one, your arms winding around his neck as you both shifted onto your sides. One of his arms was holding you close by your middle, and the other gripped your hip.

Now, that wasn't even close to new territory.

But when you heard the tape playing an opening that you knew very well, you broke the kiss and laughed. "Born to Run?"

Rick's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. "Too corny?"

"No. It's perfect."

You didn't hesitate to lean back in and continue making out with your sweet boyfriend.

The perfect end to a perfect birthday.

This is my number one song for them because it has some fitting lyrics. If you've somehow never heard it before, you should check it out!

[magniloquent-raven]

everybody's saving grace

(cw the karen and billy thing. but this is mostly about joyce finding out and getting protective of billy, so)

(read on ao3)

Jane didn't speak for seven days after they lost Hop. 

Joyce made space for her in their home, accommodated as best she could. Will offered her his room and promised he didn't mind sharing with Jon, they used to bunk together on the rare weekends when Lonnie remembered he had kids anyways. More often than not though, Jane would sneak into Joyce's room in the middle of the night, awkwardly hovering in the doorway until Joyce patted the empty space next to her and Jane would crawl into the covers silently, cheeks wet with tears. 

That first night Joyce tried to talk to her about it, with soft words and a story or two about the trouble she and Hop used to get up to as teens, hoping to coax a smile out of her, or at the very least a story of her own in response. Something. Anything. She tried to tell herself it was only because she was trying to help, but there was a selfish part of her deep down that just wanted someone to share her grief. Jane was the only other person in the world who felt his loss as much as she did, and she needed help shouldering the burden. 

But Jane would only listen. Curled on her side and squeezing Joyce's hand, blinking up at her with red-rimmed eyes. 

Joyce would wait until Jane fell asleep to shed her own tears. She's up at all hours nowadays, watching every shadow, listening in the dark, a cigarette between her shaking fingers. Her boys have noticed, she knows it. Jon's picking up more slack than usual, cooking meals and cleaning house and making sure Will is always accounted for. And Will. Will has barely said more than Jane has. He's always been a quiet boy, but…well.

Even his friends spending all their time around the house hasn't brightened his mood. Mike has been glued to Jane's side, getting more and more drawn and frustrated the longer she goes without speaking. Dustin and Lucas have been the loudest of the group, trying desperately to fill the silence, and Joyce can't say she isn't grateful for it. The house feels more full when they're here. It's easier to keep busy and not let her mind wander.

On the seventh day after the mall fire, Max Mayfield asks her if she can spend the night. She's been paler than usual. Withdrawn, but only when no one is looking. 

Joyce puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Of course."

She gives the girls her room, and says she'll sleep on the couch. No one believes her, but they don't bring it up. She sits at the kitchen table alone, fiddling with the ashtray Jon made her when he was eight. There's a chip in it from when Will, young and clumsy, dropped it while trying to present it to her with all the puffed-chest pride of a toddler given a task. 

He cried for twenty minutes after that. No amount of hugs and forehead kisses would get him to calm down until Jon told him, his dark brown eyes big and solemn, that he hadn't broken it, he'd given it some character. 

Things were so much simpler back then.

Not easier, not really, just…less complicated. 

At two am she decides to brush the stale coffee taste out of her mouth, but stops dead in her tracks on the way to the bathroom. 

"I hate him," Max's quiet sniffling filters muffled through the closed door. 

She shouldn't be eavesdropping. But she can't…not. The walls are thin, and the floor creaks, and she can't move without everyone in the house knowing she's frozen awkwardly in her own hallway. 

Well. She toes at the carpet with socked feet. She might be able to sneak away. Maybe. But…

She's concerned. 

God, she's becoming her mother. Nosy to a fault.

"I'm just…I'm just so angry, you know? He—he saved your life, and I'm grateful for that, but," she pauses, and there's rustling, a sigh, "Stupid asshole up and left me. Everything we've been through and he…he's gone, just like that, it's not fucking fair." 

Joyce had heard about Billy Hargrove from Jonathan. Just a little bit, vague details. "There's some new guy at school," with a scrunched up face, nose wrinkled with distaste. And a week later, "He got into it with Steve, knocked him around pretty bad." It made Joyce nervous, whenever she saw him around town, picking up cigarettes from the store on the corner, driving that loud car of his up main street. She'd always think of the Harrington boy's face, bruised and swollen, the worst-case-scenario that used to haunt her thoughts after Lonnie gave Jon a black eye when he was ten. 

Then, "Max's brother, he, uh…" Solemn brown eyes. It's not broken it has character. "He got…possessed, I guess." Standing in the Starcourt parking lot with a shock blanket around his shoulders, sweat matted in his hair, Jonathan pieced together what he knew. It wasn't much, and she couldn't stop thinking about Hop's teary nod, the white light that burned her eyes even though she closed them, the empty space where he'd been standing seconds before. 

She feels horrible now, for only half-listening. For not giving much thought to the boy who died saving Jane. 

He was just a kid. Only a few years older than Will. 

"How did he even get caught up in this bullshit?" Max's voice breaks, despite the force of her anger, cracks under the strain of her grief. "Did…did you see? When you looked into his memories."

The silence is heavy. Strained. Joyce chews the inside of her cheek. She doesn't expect Jane to reply, and figuring she's heard enough she goes to tiptoe away.

"Yes." 

Joyce freezes. Jane's voice is barely more than a crackly whisper, but unmistakable. There's a pang in her chest at the sound of it, emotion welling up, thick in the back of her throat. 

"What happened?" 

She can't help leaning in a little, stopping just shy of pressing her ear directly to the door.  

"It was…nighttime. He was driving." There's a pause. "Mrs. Wheeler wanted to see him."

…What?

"What?" Max echoes, breathlessly scandalized. She can't think it was like that. Was it?

No, there's got to be an innocent explanation. She struggles to come up with one, but it must exist. Karen is her friend. Sort of. They went to school together. They've known each other their whole lives. Back when they were teenagers Karen had a bit of a reputation, sure, she was a ditz with lofty romantic notions and a string of boyfriends willing to play along, but she's settled since she got married, and she isn't a predator. 

"He was going to. A mo-tel," Jane sounds out the syllables carefully, a child repeating an unfamiliar word. 

Joyce's heart drops. 

Her first, and worst, thought is about how that boy used to parade around town, drawing as much attention as possible. She'd never seen him with the same girl twice, and she'd never seen him in modest, weather-appropriate clothes. Karen was always weak for a flirty guy, she was easy to take in with a few flattering words, and by the time she realized they didn't mean any of it they'd already gotten what they wanted from her. 

She assumes Billy must have laid it on thick, as he was prone to do, and Karen fell for it, like she always did.

But that was when she was a teenager too. When she was a silly, impressionable girl, not a married woman with three children of her own. 

Her children, Christ. Joyce's stomach turns. Billy was in Nancy's year. He was Jonathan's age. 

Bile burns the back of her throat. 

She'd been hearing gossip about Karen and half her book club spending every day at the pool all summer and she hadn't thought anything of it. Not a goddamn thing. How long had it been going on? Was she sleeping with him when he was still in school?

Joyce puts her head in her hands and lets out a slow, silent breath. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She doesn't feel any calmer but she feels less like throwing up. Confused, directionless anger prickles under her skin. It's easier to be angry. At Karen for taking advantage. At herself for not caring soon enough. At everyone for not seeing it before it got him killed.

She hears Max swearing, ranting, none of it makes sense and she can only make out every other word. She's not sure Max even knows what she's saying.

There's this…itch. In her brain. That little buzz at the base of her skull, when she needs to get up and do something, when she can't sit still, stay quiet, but. But there's nothing she can do. There's nothing to be done. 

Her fingers clench in her hair, hands trembling as she aimlessly pushes her bangs back.

She can't do a goddamn thing.

**

It takes Joyce three weeks to lose her shit.

She's been trying to get Jane settled in—with a few new things and a lot of hand-me-downs, she's tall enough to fit into a lot of Joyce's old clothes—but it's been…challenging. She still barely speaks. Joyce isn't sure if that's normal for her, and that's part of the problem. As much as she wants to take care of this child she barely knows her, and the universe doesn't seem to be that keen on giving her the time to change that. 

Because she has…a lot on her mind. Looking into places to move, for one. Sunny places. With minimal suspicious deaths. And work has been much busier now that the mall has burned down. And people all over town are still talking about it, people who have no idea. Who don't know. They still pat her hand and tell her Hop was a hero, like that will make her feel better about pulling the switch that got him killed. 

And then there's…the Billy issue.

Max comes around the house a lot. Always wearing a denim jacket that smells like Marlboro Reds. Snapping at Mike more and more often. And Joyce has no clue what to say to her. 

If there's even anything she could say.

She keeps…failing. She failed Will. She failed Bob. Hop. Twice over, when she couldn't get him out of that base alive. And now. His daughter is struggling. Her friends are struggling. Joyce is doing everything she can but it's not enough, and it's driving her crazy.

She can't scratch that itch in her brain, no matter what she does. No matter how much often she rents Jane's favourite movies to watch as a family, or sits with her after dinner and goes over the writing and grammar worksheets they got from the library, or insists on cooking dinner and pretends Jonathan isn't hovering over her shoulder the whole time expecting her to burn their grilled cheeses. 

Because every time Max stays over they all act like they can't tell she's been crying, like they don't see her eyes go vacant whenever someone lights up a cigarette or a car engine rumbles in the background or any number of tiny things Joyce doesn't catch that must be tearing Max up inside. Joyce lets her stay and puts food on her plate and a comforting hand on her shoulder but none of it helps.

And four weeks after Billy died, Karen Wheeler walks into Melvalds General, her hair perfectly curled, a tiny, sad smile pulling at her lips when she spots Joyce in her employee vest. She's coming over, hands folded to her chest, freshly manicured nails sparkling, the picture of grace and sympathy, with her soft eyes and pouting lips. 

The whole routine has never rung so hollow before. Discomfort tugs at Joyce's insides, writhing in her guts. 

"Joyce," Karen calls, stepping delicately around the half-unpacked box of mouthwash on the ground. Stocking shelves has never been Joyce's favourite part of her job, but she'd rather keep doing that than have this conversation. Karen reaches out, grasping Joyce's elbow. "I'm so sorry. I should have come to see you sooner…I know you and Chief Hopper were close." 

Joyce shakes her hand off. "Sort of busy here, Karen. Work. You know how…it…" She pauses, and shrugs awkwardly, gesturing to the bare shelf behind her. "I'm in the middle of something."

That earns her a frown, a pitying look, sympathy to the point of condescension. "Did you take any time off? After…you know."

Like she can afford that. Jonathan's making less at his new job than he did working for the Post and she's got another mouth to feed now. Two if she's counting Max, which she might as well. 

Max, who's a ticking timebomb nowadays. A raw nerve trying to pretend she isn't. A shell of the vibrant girl Joyce met last November. 

Because her brother is gone, and it's Karen Wheeler's goddamn fault.

The itch returns with a vengeance. Crawling up her spine, a thousand tiny needlepoint fingers prodding her back. Her stomach feels like dropped jello, jittering fragments smashed on the ground. 

She hasn't been told, in so many words, what life in the Hargrove household was like—is like—but Max says just enough that Joyce can put the pieces together. It's not a pretty picture.

And Karen got to go back to her cushy little life, getting her nails done and making casseroles like there's nothing wrong in the world, like her children haven't been fighting monsters right under her nose for years. Doling out advice like she knows a single thing about what any of them have gone through. Walking around with her head in the clouds because she can still pretend she's living in a normal town with normal problems.

Something bitter an angry takes ahold, all spite and thorns and a gnarled lump in her throat. 

"What about you, Karen?" Joyce manages to keep her voice steady, calm on the surface and cold underneath. 

Karen blinks at her, tilting her head in confusion. "Me?"

"Well, you knew someone who died in the fire too." 

"I…a few of them, yeah." She folds her arms around herself. "It's a small town. But I didn't know any of them that well."

"No?" Joyce grits her teeth, venom sour on her tongue. "What about Billy Hargrove?"

He died saving Hop's daughter, and no one will ever know. As much as Joyce hates that everyone has an opinion about Hopper's death, she's starting to hate even more that Max will never once be told her brother was a hero.

Calling Karen out won't change anything, Joyce is just tired of being angry in secret. 

It's almost satisfying to watch the colour drain from her cheeks. Less so to see her eyes start to shine with tears. "He…taught Holly a lot. She used to be terrified of the water, you know." 

There's guilt colouring her grief. If Joyce didn't know to look for it she wouldn't have been able to tell, but it's there. It's also not enough. It's the vague regret of a woman carrying one tiny little secret, a woman who carries her past but isn't haunted by it. The rest of them have ghosts that following them every waking hour but Karen doesn't seem to be aware of hers. 

"I know what you were doing!" Her voice cracks this time, strains under the weight of everything she has to hold back. "Don't act dumb, I know you aren't," she snaps when Karen opens her mouth.  

"I—I didn't do anything—"

"Bullshit! Half the town saw you at the pool every day, drooling all over that boy, treating him like a piece of meat." That's all he was to anyone, wasn't he. Eye candy. Cannon fodder. A body for the Mind Flayer to take and use up. Joyce's eyes sting, and she jabs a finger into Karen's shoulder. "He was a child! How do you justify—"

"He was eighteen!"

"Exactly!" Joyce throws up her hands, the rage thrumming through her flares, all motion and energy and flushed cheeks. She doesn't care that her voice is getting shrill, her hands are shaking, Karen is glancing around the store nervously. "You took advantage of him, and you should have known better!"

"Joyce—Joyce, I swear I never—I have a husband for god's sake! I was just, I was just—he was just so nice, and, and I was lonely, but I never…" She breaks into tears, shoulders shaking, she presses a hand over her mouth when a sob tries to escape her. "It was a mistake," she says, voice wet and muffled by her palm. 

Joyce clenches her jaw, and grinds her teeth, swallowing some of the bile crawling up her throat. "It never should have happened in the first place. None of it." 

"I know."

"He was far too young for you."

"But—"

"A teenager, Karen! He was a teenager! In high school! He should have been worrying about zits and homework and goddamn prom, not middle aged women preying on him because they're trapped in failing marriages and trying to relive their youth." 

Karen's eyebrows shoot up, and she mouths wordlessly, tears still dripping down her cheeks. "That's…" she sputters. "At least I still have a husband." She winces as she says it, with an immediate look of regret.

"That's what you're going with? Really?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"I don't give a damn what you think of me and my life. And I'm not the one you owe an apology to." 

"I'm trying to do better, okay," Karen sighs, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. She looks tired. "I'm working on my marriage. And the kids…things have been so strained lately, but…I'm trying. I really am. It's not like I ever made a habit of going around flirting with random men!"

"What about boys."

"No—listen, it wasn't like that! He was—"

"Oh please don't say 'mature for his age'."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, is there a problem here?" Joyce's manager appears around the corner of a shelf. She'd almost forgotten there are other people in the store, but suddenly she'll aware of every eye turned in their direction. The nosy old church lady in the next isle, peering through the stacks. The pair of teenagers gaping at them from over by the watch display. 

It's not the first time she's been a spectacle, but it seems like Karen isn't as acclimatized. She pales, and her eyes go wide. "N—no," she pastes on an unconvincing smile.

"Joyce, that shelf is still bare."

"Yeah, yeah," she mutters, and mock-salutes. "On it."

Karen scurries out of the store, whispers following her the whole way out.

It doesn't feel like a victory. It might just make everything worse, who knows. There's petty satisfaction in seeing Karen embarrassed, but Joyce is sure she didn't get through to her, not really. She doesn't understand the depth of her mistake, and she probably never will. 

Joyce scratches the back of her neck. And gets back to work.

**

A week later Steve Harrington shows up on her doorstep with Billy Hargrove, bloody, bruised, and half conscious, plastered to his side. 

"I didn't know where else to go," he says all in a panicked rush. He wipes his forearm across his face and leaves a smudge of dirt over one eyebrow. Billy blinks at her, bleary, unfocused, seemingly unaware of Steve's vice grip on his waist, and the tiny, gentle stroke of his thumb against the arm he's swung firmly over his shoulders. 

Joyce's heart is in her mouth. She swallows, and tries to stay calm. There's an open, anxious plea all over Steve's face and she needs to get him through this somehow. 

"You did good, honey, bring him inside."

Will's asleep, and Jon is at work, but the door of her bedroom creaks and Jane pops her head out as Steve is hauling Billy into the living room. 

She goes wide-eyed. Then teary. "Max," she says after a beat, and slips back into Joyce's room, presumably to make a phone call. 

"You stay with him, okay?" Joyce pats Steve's shoulder. He's tense. Joyce wonders where exactly he found Billy, and what he had to do to get him here. 

Steve nods jerkily, an perches on the coffee table across from the couch he laid Billy down on, bouncing his leg. Staring. Flexing his fingers over and over again, fists pressed to his thighs.

There's something there and Joyce doesn't have time to unpack it.

She grabs a bowl from the kitchen. Fills it with warm water. Watches the water swirl, splash, droplets clinging to the plastic sides. Her vision is a little fuzzy. She's a little light-headed. 

Billy is alive. 

Somehow.

It's odd, seeing him in person again. He used to scare her. She can vaguely remember it. What it was like before. When he was an unknown, a new kid projecting danger as far as he could. It's like seeing behind an optical illusion. Figuring out how a magic trick works. Realizing that he was just a moth with a flashy pattern, hoping not to get eaten. 

But wherever he's been, he's lost weight, lost that mask he used to wear everywhere. He's cracked open and bleeding on her couch, looking every bit the scared kid he always was. 

Her heart aches.

Steve hastily folds his arms across his chest when she walks back into the room, a first aid kit tucked under her arm and a clean cloth floating in her bowl of water. 

"Is he doing alright?" Joyce asks softly, glancing between the two of them. Billy startles at the sound of her voice, and Steve folds his lips between his teeth, looking pained.

"He…um." He doesn't even glance in Joyce's direction. Not for a second. She was under the impression these two weren't friends, but maybe she was wrong. "I'm not sure."

"Okay." She plonks the bowl down next to Steve, and sits on the couch, keeping a careful distance between her and Billy. He's shaking like a leaf and she doesn't want to spook him even more. "Help me get him cleaned up a little? It'll be easier to tell if he needs medical attention."

God, she needs a cigarette. Her nerves are fried and it's taking everything she's got not to just collapse right now. She's been awake for nineteen hours and the real estate agent that was supposed to contact her today flaked, and none of that even matters right now because she just wants to do something stupid like wrap both these boys up in soft blankets and mother the hell out of them.

Steve takes the cloth, pinching it between two fingers and eyeing it like it's a bug crawling in his lunch. His movements are stilted, unsure, but Billy lets him wipe the mud from his face without incident while Joyce roots through her kit. She keeps it better stocked than she used to. And thank god for that. 

Though Billy's injuries don't seem too severe, Joyce notes as Steve continues to clean him up. The way he's moving his hands might mean trouble, he winced his way through Steve's ministrations and now he's keeping them curled in his lap, stiff and shaky, bruises darkening his knuckles. But other than that they seem to mostly uncover scars. 

"I, um. This water is…" Steve gestures at the bowl of murky water. His gaze flicks over Billy, jumping from his hands to his eyes to the scars crisscrossing out from under his shirt. He jumps up, suddenly, water sloshing onto the carpet as he picks up the bowl. "I'll be right back," he announces, voice high and strained.

Joyce blinks at his retreating back. Then turns to Billy, whose gaze is lingering on the doorway Steve disappeared through. "So, you two are close, huh?"

He startles, and recoils, and shakes his head. "Not really." His voice is croaky, low and dry. She should've gotten him water to drink too.

He's fidgeting, anxious, unable to meet her eye, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn't. 

"Well, he seems to care about you." 

She doesn't expect the tears that well up in his eyes, spilling over without warning. He ducks his head like he's trying to hide it, but she's already seen. And there's no hiding the way his shoulders shake as he tries to steady his breathing. 

Her heart breaks for him. Like it has been, again and again, for weeks now. 

"Oh, honey," she says quietly, sadly, and he finally looks up at her, eyes shiny, cheeks wet. They look nothing alike, not really, but she's struck by an image of Will, three years old and bawling his eyes out over a chipped ashtray. The same feeling wells up in her chest, the same overpowering need to scoop him up in her arms and keep him away from anything that's ever hurt him. 

She slides over and pulls him into a hug. 

"You're okay now, it's okay." 

He's tense, and trembling, and she thinks maybe she did the wrong thing here, but then he shatters, with a tiny, wounded noise, collapses against her, tucked into the crook of her neck like Jonathan used to when he was having trouble sleeping and she'd have to carry him for hours while he dozed. 

He's okay. She'll make sure of it.

~tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[aswallowssong]

Sicktember 2024 #2: Overindulgence

Did @starstwinkleplanetsshine and I also create a Marauders AU? Of course we did. Have we ever named an AU together? Naturally, no.

“Pads be careful! You can’t have sweets!” 

“I can’t have chocolates, love. If I couldn’t have sweets then I’d have to stay far away from you.”

Sirius booped the tip of her nose, and she giggled, taking a moment before gesturing to the bag he was holding.

“You think those are nice?”

The sweets in Sirius’ hand were bright, somewhere between yellow and orange, and he’d been eating them for most of the night. He couldn’t have the Chocolate Bats she’d been feasting on herself, what with his chocolate allergy, which she loved to tease him about. What with the dog thing, and all.

“Yeah,” he said, popping another one in his mouth. “Sometimes they make you float, but Mrs. Flume has some that she keeps without that part. I want to eat them without worrying about smacking my head about the ceiling, you know?”

Clara giggled, popping another chocolate into her mouth. He’d lost track of how many she’d had, but he didn’t really care. It was Friday night, and they were holed up in the Room of Requirement, so if she had a sugar-high and couldn’t get to sleep, it wasn’t like they needed to be in class in the morning.

And it wasn’t like there weren’t other things they could do if she had trouble sleeping.

“Makes sense,” she said, swallowing and tilting her head. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Peggy doesn't share candy,” she said simply, and Sirius briefly tried to think of an interaction to refute that, but came up blank.

“Huh.”

“They're her favorites, but she's stingy with them. She doesn't even share them with Moony.”

“Well, Moony doesn't care for them. He only ever wants chocolates.”

The word sat heavy in his mouth, and he suppressed a shudder, watching Clara pop another into her mouth.

Instead, he pulled her against his chest, settling his arms around her and dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “Do you want any Firewhisky?”

She shook her head against his chest. “Níl,” she said, “I'm alright. I just want to sit like this.”

He chuckled, tightening his arms a little. “You don't want to play fiddle?”

“You really meant that?”

She'd turned towards him then, a light in her eyes. Sirius knew she loved to play his violin, knew it was a more expensive instrument than her parents could have ever afforded to buy her or her sisters. He'd seen her fiddle; it was an old, well loved instrument with just enough quality to not sound abysmal.

They didn't get a lot of time to play anymore, and he nodded quickly. “Of course I did. I love listening to you play.”

“Will you play first?”

He hesitated for a moment. Playing brought back raw memories, but the shine in her eyes made it impossible to say no. He nodded, wiping some chocolate from the corner of her mouth and kissing her forehead as he stood up.

“Of course, dearest. Anything for you.”

He played for a while, settling into it the longer he had the bow in his hand. It had been at least a month, if not more, so his fingers ached as they pressed on the strings, but he didn't care. He could feel Clara’s eyes on him, and chuckled, mid song, when she finished her chocolates and started in on his Whisbees. She made a face at the first one, probably not expecting the way it fizzled like carbonation in her mouth, but he watched her eat another, and another, so they must have grown on her.

They were quite nice, and she seemed content and happy. What else could he want for the love of his life?

After a little while he finished the songs he'd memorized, at least that he still cared to play, and held out the violin and bow.

“Alright, my sweet. Your turn.”

She grinned, a little manic in expression, and he realized she must definitely have a sugar-high, just like he'd feared would come. She scrambled to her feet, dropping the now empty bag of Whisbees before taking the bow and the violin in her hands. She took a moment to run her hand along the body of the instrument, and when she looked up, the sparkle in her eyes could have outshone the sun.

“Thank you, mo ghrá.”

He felt a wide grin split his face, and he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Of course, dear. Go on, give a– what is it Brianna always says, a ditty?”

She giggled, high and bright, and he could have drank it in and never needed anything else to sustain him.

He watched her play several songs, her body moving with the cadence of the music in a way he'd been taught never to let his own. She bounced and swayed, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips as the folk music of her childhood flowed from the strings. He could have sat there an listened to her play forever, never growing tired of it, when she started to slow, a frown crossing her face before she stopped playing completely, a puzzled and uncomfortable look on her face.

“Love?” He asked, shifting to sit up fully, confusion filling him. “Is something wrong?”

“I…” she started, stopping and swallowing. “Maybe. I think–” She cut herself off, turning slightly as she stifled a large belch with her fist.

Sirius’ eyebrows raised.

“Wow.”

“Excuse me,” she mumbled, eyes shut as her eyebrows drew together.

Sirius frowned. Clara would have normally made some sort of side remark or comment about how often the boys belched in front of her, but instead she looked… in pain?

“You alright, dearest?”

“Um–” she stopped short and held out the violin to him. He stood quickly, taking it from her and moving to place it in its case.

“Love?” He said over his shoulder, but was only met with a quiet moan and another muffled belch, which only caused anxiety to twist in his chest.

Sirius straightened up and turned back toward Clara to see that she still had a hand over her mouth, but the other was now curled protectively around her midsection.

“Clara?” He said, hating the way the worry came through in his voice. He crossed toward her, speaking all the while.“Clara, love, what's wrong?”

“I–” she swallowed hard, shaking her head as another, wet belch escaped her. When she spoke again, her voice was panicked. “I'm gonna be sick.”

How badly his own chest seized at her words was, in his opinion, incredibly embarrassing. They were nearly seventeen, something as simple as illness shouldn't cause him to get flighty. Yet, he had to fight his instincts to not flee for the door as the color drained from Clara's face.

“What?”

“I'm gonna be sick, I'm–” her sentence cut off, turning into another wet belch that became a gag as Clara clamped a hand down hard over her mouth.

Sirius didn't know what he was doing next, but his body acted for him, whipping his wand out to… what? 

What am I supposed to do?

There was a pop, and Sirius looked down, startled, so see that a bin had appeared out of thin air, directly next to him.

He would have stopped to wonder how it had gotten there, and later realized it was because it was something they required and been immensely grateful, but in the moment he simply grabbed it and shoved it under Clara's chin. His other arms wrapped around her as he guided her to sit on the ground as gently as he could, and it was only a moment before she moaned again. It was short lived, her breath catching as she stiffened.

“Siri–”

She didn't get his full name out before she buckled forward, a thick belch giving way to a wave of sick, her hands clutching at the edges of the bin so tightly that her knuckles went white.

Sirius made sure the bin was stable before pulling her hair back and hastily securing it with the elastic around his wrist.

“It's okay, dear,” he said, trying with everything he had to keep his voice even. Confident. “You'll be alright. Don't be frightened.”

He knew the last sentence would fall on deaf ears. If he knew his Clara, she was already on the doorstep of a panic attack that her body didn't have time for. She vomited several times, each time coming just at the end of a painful sounding belch, and by the third time she heaved, there were quick tears flowing down her cheeks. By the fifth, she was sobbing, fear and discomfort completely taking her over.

He was frightened as well, but more than that, he was broken over the fact that he couldn't fix it. All he could do was rub her back, right along her spine, and tell her she wasn't alone, and that it would end.

“It's alright, dearest,” he said quietly after a particularly strong round. “You're okay. I'm right here, and I won't let anything happen to you. It's going to be alright, love. Try to breathe.”

After several unsuccessful attempts, Clara was able to draw a full, deep breath, and then another, and another.

Her death-grip on the edges of the bin released enough for Sirius to push it away, but not out of reach, and turn her to pull her into his chest, where she shuddered and sniffled, matching his breathing as he continued to take full, even breaths.

He let her even out a little more before speaking quietly.

“How are you feeling now?”

It was a moment before she answered, voice rough from vomiting. “I'm n-not sure.”

“That's alright,” he said. “Why didn't you tell me you were feeling ill? We didn't have to come up here tonight.”

“But I wasn't,” she said, her tone absolutely honest. “I wasn’t and I'm still not. Or, I wasn't, and then I really was, and now it's going away. That didn't feel like any other time I've been sick before. I've never…”

He looked down at her, and her cheeks were a flush of red, but when he pressed a kiss to her forehead, she wasn't warm.

She's embarrassed. But why would she be embarrassed? He thought for a moment and came to a conclusion, but it seemed silly.

“You've never, what?”

“I've never… well. The, you know. The belching. That's not normal when my stomach’s ill. Only sometimes when I've had a soda, back home, but they don't make me sick. But what could have–”

“The Whisbees,” Sirius said suddenly. “That's what they remind me of, something you had us try when we visited you and your family over summer.”

“Sprite,” she said automatically, clearing her throat and shifting back. She was still pale, and obviously uncomfortable, but she didn't look like she was about to be sick again. “I thought so too, the way they're nearly carbonated, but I don't have problems with Sprite. I never have.”

She sniffled, wiping at the remaining tears on her cheeks. She was obviously still shaky, and he was feeling as much himself. 

Sirius wracked his brain for a reason, any reason, that the sweets or anything else would have made her sick. They'd been in the Room of Requirement since just after dinner, and all they'd done was read, eat sweets, and snog a little.

Maybe a lot.

Dinner had been normal, but filling as always. Then they'd read, snogged, read, snogged. Clara pulled the sweets out, and started in on her chocolate while he'd had his Whisbees. 

Ah.

Things started sliding into place faster than he could get the words out.

“You ate dinner, all that chocolate, and the rest of my Whisbees. That's probably why you're ill, you were too full.”

“But I wasn't, not until I'd been playing a while, and then it just felt like there was air trapped, and so I thought maybe the Whisbees, but then it wasn't just air, it was nausea so, so badly. It's still there, now, though I don't think I'll be sick again… I hope.”

Sirius thought again, trying to figure out what he was missing.

“What sort of chocolate?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Milk, like I always get.”

Anything Nell had ever told him about potions and chemistry flooded his brain at once, and before he realized when he was doing, he reached out and grabbed the bin she'd been so sick into, peering inside to see if he was right.

“Gross, Sirius, what are you doing?!”

“Using my brain for once. I know what made you sick, dearest. You curdled the milk in the chocolate with the acid in the Whisbees.”

Her eyes widened, cheeks reddening as she realized what he was saying. “What?”

“Acid can curdle dairy. Nell told me that once, though I have no bloody idea what we were talking about to get us there. But the curdling and the air from the Whisbees probably made each other worse, and then you'd eaten so much of both, it was bound to happen.”

Clara blinked up at him, cheeks darkening more, and then she buried her face in her hands.

“Merlin, that's so embarrassing.”

“Being sick isn't embarrassing, Clara. Not even when it's your own fault. You didn't know it would happen.”

“But I shouldn't have been eating all that anyway, I've just been so stressed lately and I completely let myself overindulge, and now I ruined our night, and–”

“Hey! Hey, Clara, no.” Sirius took a hold of her shoulders, waiting until she looked up at him. He gave her a small smile. “Love. You didn't ruin anything. I'm just glad you aren't really ill. The worst that happens is your stomachs sore the rest of the night, maybe a little tomorrow.”

“But I was sick,” she said, “I was sick and crying and I know it freaks you out as much as me, and I… I'm sorry.”

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“Don't apologize. I love you, Clara. Isn't there something that says ‘in sickness and in health and when you make bad food decisions?’”

“No, and also, that's marriage.”

His cheeks flushed, but he chuckled, pulling his wand out and vanishing the sick in the bin before scooting back into the pillows they'd been sitting in before, pulling her after him to lay against his chest.

“Well, whatever it is, I love you. And I'd never leave you, even if you did stomach chemistry and made yourself vomit.”

She sighed, laying herself against his chest. Now that the panic had settled down, he was happy to have stayed calm for himself. For her. And he'd been able to take care of her while she was sick, just like she'd done for him multiple times over the years. 

“I love you, Sirius,” she said quietly. Sleepily, probably exhausted from the fear and the heaving.

He kissed the top of her head, rubbing his hand gently up and down her arm.

“I love you too, sweets.”

“Please don't say ‘sweets.’”

He chuckled, pulling her closer to him as he settled into the pillows, and breathing in her shampoo as they snuggled together in the dim of the candlelit room.

[thawthebeez]

Ranboo fiddles with the shiny, gold ring on his finger. It's new to him, so naturally his attention is drawn by it more often, but something about the way he plays with it— Tubbo notes— is a sign that somethings not quite right.

It's not a casual fiddle, is what Tubbo's trying to say.

It's not an anxious one either, just an 'I have something on my mind and I don't know how to say it' one. It's an 'I'm thinking really hard about something and I need to occupy myself somehow so I don't explode' one.

There's a lot of different variations to Ranboo's fiddling, and he does it often enough for Tubbo to actively take note of each one.

Tubbo has discovered a lot since they first met each other, and he's sure he's bound to discover many more now that they're married.

When Ranboo finally settles the right words, they say, "Tubbo," drawing in their husband's attention (being referred as 'husband' now is still kind of new for both of them, even if it's just in their heads).

Tubbo turns his head slightly to look at them, peering down at where they're nestled under his arm, curled in close, leaving the rest of the sofa empty. "Mhm?" Tubbo hums, giving Ranboo an audible cue that he is wholeheartedly paying attention to whatever his husband has to say.

(Husband was never a word that Tubbo thought he'd view fondly. It always carried too much weight to it— until he met Ranboo and the word became lighter than a feather— softer than one, too.)

"When I proposed and— and you said yes," Ranboo starts, "did you plan on it— on this being a permanent thing?"

Tubbo's brows furrow slightly. "Of course I did," he replies. "Isn't that the whole purpose of marriage? Like, the whole point of it is to find someone you wanna spend the rest of your life with and then marry them, is it not?" Tubbo's confused as to why he— the objectively more aromantic one— understands the concept of marriage more than Ranboo does.

"Well, I mean, yeah, I just—" Ranboo takes a breath, "I wasn't sure."

"Do I need to up the romance or something?" Tubbo asks, pinching Ranboo's side teasingly. "Do we need to go on more dates? Do I need to buy you more flowers?"

"No, no, this is— what we have right now is— it's good," Ranboo interjects. They press their lips into a thin line and nod to themselves. He still hasn't stopped fiddling with his ring in that 'I need to tell you something' way.

Tubbo sighs. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" he asks, trying to keep the conversation going, pretending he doesn't know the answer. Really what he's asking is 'are you going to tell or me or not?'

Ranboo drops both of his hands into his lap. They move around a bit so they can sit closer to Tubbo, which essentially means as much as physics will literally allow them to. They lay their head a little bit further on his chest. Tubbo, in turn, brushes his hand through Ranboo's long hair, tucking their bangs back behind their ear.

"I'm just happy, I guess," Ranboo says, voice light, softly spoken.

"About anything in particular, or..?" Tubbo questions. Surely they don't spent all that time fiddling with their ring just to tell him they're happy— which isn't to say that his husband's happiness isn't something he should know about, it's just— surely there's more.

Ranboo shrugs. "I'm happy that I'm the one you chose to spend the rest of your life with," they say. "It really means a lot, because I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else either."

Tubbo can't see them smile, but can hear it loud and fucking clear in their tone, and it's the sweetest, sappiest thing ever and Tubbo might actually throw up.

"And—" Ranboo continues— "I just really wish I could actually spend the rest of my life with you, not just a fraction of it. A-And if we end up dying together then— then I'd be happy about that fate, too."

Oh, for the love of the gods, fuck Ranboo and their stupid fucking belief in fate and destiny and telling Tubbo about it because it's so cheesy and it makes Tubbo's face feel all hot and Ranboo sounds so fucking gay when he says it and Tubbo doesn't know how to respond. Like, ever.

Not normally, at least.

"Yeah, whatever Count Fagula," Tubbo responds, "I love you, too."

Ranboo's reaction is immediate.

He goes so still— like, comically still— and he doesn't move or speak or make a sound or anything, and a for second Tubbo fears that his words have just straight up killed the guy.

And Tubbo can't tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing because Ranboo tends to freeze up after they kiss sometimes, but he also freezes when they get into unexpected social predicaments in public.

But they're not in public and Ranboo's fairly safe in Tubbo's arms so it's probably the former.

Just to be sure, though, Tubbo asks, "Everything alright?"

This seems to be enough to bring Ranboo back to life. "Yeah, uh," they start, fumbling as they begin to laugh, "gods, yeah, I just wasn't expecting you to say that."

"What were you expecting me to say, then?"

"I don't know! Anything but that, honestly."

"You mean to tell me you've never been called Count Fagula in your life?"

"No! Nope, I can't say I have."

"This surprises me."

"Really?"

"Yes! I mean, I may be biased, but I'd say you fit the criteria pretty accurately."

"And the criteria is..?" Ranboo asks.

"Gay. Vampire," Tubbo replies. "That's literally it."

"That could fit most of the vampire population then."

"Exactly! Which is why I'm shocked by the fact that you've never been called that before."

Ranboo continues to laugh. Tubbo doesn't understand what's so funny, to be quite honest, he's just glad that Ranboo didn't take offence to it and divorce him on the spot.

at some point in their lives catalyst!Tubbo WILL call catalyst!Ranboo "Count Fagula" and i do not know when it will happen but by god it will and Ranboo will be absolutely gobsmacked and dumbfounded and he will not recover for at least two weeks

[justasimp1]

Micheal Myers x F! Reader

Smut, Fluff, Rough Submissive

Wet Dreams

You straightened out the ruffles in your skirt. Your fishnets squeezed against your plush thighs. You were doing a last check of the cells before you could head out to a party. Everything was nice and silent until a faint whimper broke the air.

"Y/N" You immediately noticed the gruff voice and broken syllables. "Micheal?" You paused, walking down a closed off hall. This part of the asylum held only 1 cell, protected by different chambers and the latest locks.

You quickly rushed down the narrow halls, afraid something must've happened the the broad male. You clawed at the high barrier window on the cell door. The window had been modified to Micheal's height and you could barley get a steady peak.

You huffed, unlocking the thick door. A loud creak echoed inside the darkness. "Micheal?" You paused to remove your shoes, remembering how Micheal easily got irritated at the clicking on the floor. You squirmed to his crowded desk, flicking on the lamp.

"Jesus! Micheal you scared me" You jumped as you turned around. Micheal was wide awake, sitting on the edge of his bed. His eyes roamed over your figure. "I just heard you call my name and you seemed distressed" You muttered, shifting the weight of your body on the balls of your feet.

You slowly took note of the tiny beads of sweat stuck on his skin, uneven breathing, anxious bouncing leg, and bulge in his pants. "Oh! Micheal it's okay- sometimes we have dreams- and we can't control what we dream about"

You internally started panicking, eyeing the closed door. You tried to shuffle past Micheal but he made a firm grip on your wrist. You didn't want to make Micheal feel ashamed and you couldn't judge him when you've had more sinful thoughts.

You sat next to him on the bed. "Heard they're moving you tonight" You fiddled with your fingers, watching the boner twitch underneath Micheal's sweatpants. "They even got you cleaned up" You inhaled his new scent.

It was made of vanilla body wash and herb-infused shampoo. You brushed through his protective wall of brown strands. You hesitantly rubbed on the stubble coating his chin. Micheal flinched but leaned into the touch.

It happened in a flash. The pulsing under your skirt sent impulse through your veins. Michael wasn't an experienced kisser. So it was messy tongue and pants. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your thighs together.

"Micheal" You broke free from the kiss. He seemed to partly nod before leaning back down. "Stop--" You grabbed his face to get his full attention. "--Please when they move you don't do anything stupid. They're already careless enough with their guns as it is. I don't want you to get hurt"

Michael huffed. But you took it as a yes. He kissed, it was gentle and slow. His hand intertwined with yours, bringing your palm down to his erection. Through the thin useless cloth, you could feel every twitch and pleas.

Micheal shifted to face you, his lips sucked and pulled around your neck, licking strips of your pulse point. "Be a good boy for me k?" You tugged on his roots, keeping eye contact with him. Some would say the eyes of Micheal Myers we're empty.

However, to you, they seemed hungry, alone, and full of emotion.

Micheal nodded along to your fulfilling words. "Show me what you dreamed about" You softly moaned as he squeezed your neck, bringing you into another kiss. The thirsty feeling in your abdomen was growing by the second.

Micheal's lips parted and then closed. He didn't speak much, only small mutters and broken syllables. You learned habitats to decipher his new bland language. He nervously eyed the ground and his eyes had been trained on your lips.

Also, the multiple sloppy kisses were a slight giveaway. "Micheal, you're a very naughty boy aren't you?" You pouted, calming his bulge with your hand. Micheal flinched, his hips squirmed around. "Want me to suck you off, huh?"

You looked up at him for confirmation. Besides the burning red covering his cheeks, he nodded. You skimmed down to your knees. Micheal spread his legs. You pulled down the sweatpants, allowing his cock to stretch against his abdomen. A glistening substance coated the tip.

Beads of precum over spilling from the pink tip. You hesitantly caressed the shaft. Your hand struggled to close around the girth. You took the overwhelming weight into your mouth. A scorching irritation scratched your lips as you opened your mouth wider.

Tears already had begun spilling down your eyes. You moved your hand, still grasping on the base, up and down. You bobbed your, tongue swirling over the satly taste. Micheal's fingers dig into your roots, pushing down your head.

Insignificant amounts of air was doing a poor job of fueling your lungs. "Does it feel good?" You finally got a clear intake of air. The cool crisp air packed your shaking lungs. You spread your wasted saliva around his cock with your tongue.

Micheal moaned, moving his hand towards your neck to urge you to go on. "Use your words, Micheal" You squinted at his gesture, trying to get a precise idea of what he what trying to say.

You let wet delicate kisses around his throbbing mast. Micheal's nails dug into your skin, leaving irritated crescents into the fragile flesh. You put his cock back into your mouth, sucking hard enough to make your cheeks hallow.

You couldn't comprehend the heavy breathing at that moment. Until hot droplets of white painted your throat. You gaged at the huge load of the sticky substance. You gulped down the heavy liquid.

You giggled while looking at the quick climax that consumed Micheal. You licked up his shaft, sucking at every spilled droplet. Micheal put a hand over his face, he whimpered from the sprouting sensitivity. "You cummed rather quickly" You let out a soft laugh.

Micheal's thumb darted in between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. He pressed down on the musky sticky shallow puddle. You closed your lips around his bitter skin. You twirled your tongue around his thumb, seductively moving you head.

Micheal's erection grew alive once more. You stood up, pulling down your undergarments and stockings. You climbed over his lap, positioning his tip below your entrance. The vast length stretched your flesh walls.

"Shit-" You stopped sinking on his cock. Tears sliced your eyes. A wide blur covers your vision. You gripped his shoulders. Micheal's hand squeezed your neck, pushing you further down. "Micheal- Wait it's too big"

You talked in shaky breathing. Micheal pressed his fingers into your collarbone. Micheal gripped your hips, slamming you down on his thick erection. You gasped, the air being forced out of your lungs. Steaming tears plummet off your cheeks.

Micheal threw his head back, bucking his hips up. "Micheal, you said you'd be a good boy for me" You panted, gaining consciousness of the situation. "I am" His voice cracked, his nails desperately clinging onto your skin.

You smirked, a threatening idea coming to mind. You lifted your hips and slammed them back down. You bounced on the hardening length. Tiny fireworks went off underneath your skin. Your chest floated as your imagination swirled with dopamine.

Micheal gripped your neck. You were purposely going fast and then slowing down to bring Micheal closer to the edge. His cock brushed deeply on your gummy walls. His tip ghosting sweet spots and plunging into sensitivity.

Heatwaves slithered over your skin. You were going at a steady pace until Micheal started moaning. His soft whimpers made your core melt. The minimum amount of lubrication allowed you feel every inch sliding into you.

Micheal embraced you, keeping your skin close to yours. His hand stayed on your neck, alerting you of when his orgasm was close. His other hand wandered over your body. Slipping under your shirt, squeezing your breast, applying pressure towards your hard nipples.

The overwhelming feeling prodded at your velvet gummy walls. Micheal's rough finger wiped away a tear on your cheek. Micheal gave your neck a harsh squeeze. You hauled your movements. "You're close?" You hummed, shifting your hips around.

Micheal whispered an inaudible statement. "Y\N, please let me" He grunted, repeating his broken words. "You wanna cum inside me?" You hummed, gaining speed. Micheal whined, thrusting up into you.

"I want to" He begged, hoping the exploding pleasure wouldn't end. The tight twisting in your stomach finally reached its boiling point. Your hole clenched around the wide girth. "It feels so good" Micheal's syllables were slow and weirdly adorable.

The rope inside your abdomen snapped. Mixing fluids leaked down onto the sheets. You clutched the hem of your skirt in your hand. Serial shivers leaped up your spine.

You moaned loudly, crashing your lips onto Micheal's. Your tongues dashed out, making you gag a little from the force. Micheal squeezed your neck, bringing your form closer to his.

"I'm going to miss you, Michael" You sighed, the scent of sex lingering in your nose. Micheal brushed his thumb over your cheek, smearing a sticky tear trail into your skin. "I won't leave" Micheal grumbled, hugging you tighter.

"Yeah... let's get this cleaned up" You chuckled, smiling at him but your heart still curled.

Master list

[dejwritesarchived]

SPOTTED — heir to braun enterprise reiner braun lip-locking with his childhood friend [y/n]. it's about time he finally admitted his feelings for innocent lil [y/n]. any update on when his fiance will be back in town?

— reiner braun x reader ( childhood friends to lovers, virgin!reader, they're like filthy rich in this, flashbacks in italics, cheater!reiner, infidelity, soft!reiner, mating press position, unrequited lovers, mentions of aftercare, reiner make you his toaster strudel lol, not my best work tbh but am proud that i finished it, mentions of anime crossover, minors dni ! )

— theme song: addicted to love, florence & the machine

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

YOUR WEIGHT SHIFTED FROM ONE FOOT TO ANOTHER AS YOU GLANCED AROUND THE DAZZLING HALL. The cream-colored decorations around the place caused your heart to flutter in your chest. It felt like you were in the most beautiful love dream ever. The sweet scent of vanilla and expensive champagne climbed up your nostrils as you were off in the corner waiting for someone to approach you to cure your boredom. Engagement parties were never your thing. 

In the luxury lifestyle you lived, it was all about who would one-up each other for the best engagement gift. In this case, Berholdt won this round with a newly bought Tesla car for the soon-to-be-married couple. You on the other hand were bitter, so you came empty-handed with just your kind words and to eat off their expensive catering menu and even more expensive open bar. You just couldn’t believe your best friend was getting married.

Don’t get me wrong? You were happy for him. But it was supposed to be you. You were the one that was supposed to be sitting in the middle of the table as guests approached you to congratulate you and Reiner. Not her. But you knew you could only blame yourself. Deciding to go travel and do volunteer work fresh out of college. You still remembered the memory of telling Reiner the news as if it was yesterday. Similar to how you were feeling today, it broke Reiner’s heart but you were going to be happy. So who was he to interfere with that? 

In the backseat of Reiner’s driver's car, you were leaned back in the back seat with your legs in Reiner’s lip. Your eyes scanning over the website your advisor sent to you earlier this morning. This was the perfect opportunity for you to venture out from your parents' grasp of dictating what they wanted you to do with your life. However, the thought of leaving Reiner caused your heart to crumble in your chest. He was your best friend. And possibly the love of your life. 

“So, hypothetically thinking…” You started.

“Oh lord.” Reiner huffed as he glanced up from his cellphone to look at you. “What now?” 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him before speaking once again, “I want to travel the world after graduating.” You said. “I want to help other people. Might as well use my riches for good other than Chanel bags and red bottoms.” You said with a shrug.

You could read Reiner’s expression, “Did Iwaizumi put this idea in your mind?” 

“What? No.” You argued. 

“You’ve spent the majority of undergrad talking about taking over your mother’s business. Now you just want to ditch that to travel.” He said. 

“And help people. Travel and help people.” You corrected Reiner. “You know, how much I loved doing that no matter if it dealt with the campus or my mother’s business. Volunteer work has always been something huge for me. I expected you to be a little more supportive.” 

Reiner’s face burnt in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I overreacted. It’s just we haven’t been apart in years. We’ve been raised together, been through thick and thin.” Reiner found himself explaining. 

He fiddled with his fingers before speaking once again, “We‘ve never been apart Y/N.” 

You removed your legs off his lap and hugged his side. The scent of Eden-Roc by Dior lingered up your nostrils as you hugged his side. You have always taken note that Reiner wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t afraid to show emotion when it came to you. You’ve witnessed him cry. You witnessed him get angry. You’ve seen it all.

“It will only be a goodbye for now, not forever.” You said.

“Sure, but you have to promise you’ll call me every day,” Reiner said.

Here you were years later sipping on expensive champagne brooding away near the open bar. You were chatting it up with the bartender due to the majority of the people you’ve known at the party being too occupied to even say hello to you. Maybe you should just leave early, and come up with a lie. Tell Reiner that the oysters gave you a stomachache. 

“If you’re thinking about using the ‘Reiner, I’m going home. I have a stomachache due to the oysters' excuse’ get it out your head right now.” 

When you glanced up from the apple slice that was in your martini glass, there was your best friend. Reiner Braun. The big and beefy heir to his family company. 

“Because I know you like an open book. You don’t love her.” You uttered as you leaned against the bar, your eyes darting from watching his fiance mingle with some guests to him. 

“Things have changed. We’ve grown up, matured…” Reiner’s voice trails off as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips. He takes a huge sip before he noticed Annie waving him off. “I should get back to being a good host.” 

Before Reiner walked away, you grabbed at the sleeve of the button-down shirt he was wearing. You finished your glass before you’re grabbing a napkin and a pen. With a quickness, you’re scribbling down where you’re staying up until after the wedding. “If you’re having second thoughts and my gut is telling the truth, which I know it is.” You stopped briefly sliding the napkin over to him across the bar. 

“Meet me where I’ll be staying until tomorrow. If you’re not having second thoughts, just trash the napkin and you won’t hear from me again.” You bluntly admitted before you stuffed the napkin in his dress pants and walked away. 

When you stepped outside, you would wait for the valet person to bring your car around. Even with the thought of being the cause of Reiner and his fiance's downfall, you didn’t feel bad. You felt accomplished. It was better to do it now before the wedding. However, someone would most likely tell you that it would have been better to let him know that you liked him. You had the perfect opportunity. Well, actually there are plenty of opportunities. Of course, you chose the opportunity that could tarnish both of your images. 

When your car pulled up, you tipped the driver and got into it. Your phone started ringing and you saw the familiar name flashing up on the Bluetooth screen in your car. “Iwaizumi, what do you want?” You playfully asked. 

“Ah, just checking up on my friend after attending the possible love of her life engagement party,” Iwaizumi teased as you could hear the playful banter in his tone.

“Oh brother, here you go again. I’ve told you this when we went backpacking through fucking Spain to stop saying that.” You said.

“Why? It’s true.” Iwaizumi sighed. “At this point, it’s pointless though.” 

“No, it’s not.” You said through gritted teeth. You found yourself gripping the steering wheel harshly at those words coming out of his mouth. 

“I mean think about it, he’s getting married. The whole world is paying attention to their future wedding like they’re the fuckin’ royals.” Iwaizumi says. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings Y/N.”It’s just he’s had countless times to express how he felt just as much as you. I just don’t want you to have to sit through a wedding that’s breaking your heart.” 

Iwaizumi took notice of your silence. “What did you do?” He questioned. 

“Nothing.” 

“Liar!”

“I may have invited him to my hotel room to talk.” 

Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to be silent. “I—uh, I have to go. Talk to you another time.”

You couldn’t even get your farewells out before hearing the dial tone of the other end. The call ended abruptly and you were forced alone with your thoughts about the situation and the remaining ride to the hotel. 

YOUR FINGERS TRACED ALONGSIDE THE FLUFFY WHITE ROBE as you were pressing the buttons on the tv remote. Your eyes were glued to the television as you were attempting to find something to watch. After the engagement party and the quite heated talk with Reiner, you were telling yourself that maybe you should just skip the wedding. Return to your nicely furnished villa in Barcelona where you tried new foods every day and did volunteer work. On the other hand, you wanted to fight for this. You wanted to fight for Reiner. 

Yes, it was practically wrong considering that he was engaged. His engagement was also everywhere, you couldn’t particularly avoid it. However, you’ve known him since you were little. You used to bathe with him when you were little kids. You used to spend nights at his house. You laughed at each other posts on that silly Gossip Girl website. You wore his stupid little leatherman jacket when you were cold during one of his football games in high school. Tonight when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t see love or happiness. You saw dread. 

You felt nervous though. What if he wouldn’t show? It’ll be too risky to be seen going into someone's hotel room while your fiance was sleeping away the expensive cocktails she drank throughout the day. But you were his best friend. He would do anything for you, right? 

The knock on your hotel room door, caused you to jump. Before answering the door, you checked your phone and saw the countless messages and missed calls from Reiner. You didn’t bother to check them, not wanting to crush your soul of if those messages and his phone calls were just him apologizing for not coming over. Claiming that he did love this woman and the wedding was still going on. As Iwaizumi said, that would break your heart. 

When you unlocked the door, Reiner was standing in the hall. His buttoned-up shirt buttons were undone showing the white-colored wifebeater. His hair was disheveled as if he ran his hands through it one too many times. He was a panting mess as if he had just been jogging. 

“I took the stairs because the person in the elevator didn’t hold the doors.” He huffed as he looked at you.

You were completely lost with words. He showed up. Your mouth was gasped open in shock and the words Reiner was rambling on about were going into one ear and out the other, you could hear your best friend kiss his teeth in annoyance at you dazing out. He’s taking a step forward before his tall stature is hovering over you to place a kiss on your gasped lips. It took you by shock, the taste of the drinks he consumed now imprinted on your tongue as you backed up into the hotel room. The sound of the door forcing shut between you two could be heard as you could feel Reiner’s hands going inside the robe. You melted into his touch when you felt his callous hands rubbing at your bare cunt. Your body backed up slowly until you could feel the edge of a king-sized bed.

Your body fell back with a nudge by Reiner. Your eyes met with his as he was quickly stripping out the layers of clothes he was wearing. Bit by bit you were exposed to Reiner’s bare body. The closest you got to seeing Reiner naked was when you booked a spa day for the two of you after the dreadful season of him playing college football. But tonight, you were seeing it all. His cock sprung out of his boxers tapping at his toned abs. The tip of his cock was decorated with the white liquid of his precum. If you looked closely, you could even see the thick vein that imprinted the side of his shaft. 

“Are you sure?” Reiner asked. 

You could feel his hands reaching to caress your soft body. “I should be the one asking you that.” You uttered as you looked at him.

You only gain a hum before he’s pushing the white robe off your body. The faint chill that washed over your bare body when you were now fully vulnerable. In the bliss of the moment, you were forced to remember a conversation between you and Reiner when you were just sophomores in college. 

You walked side by side down the long walkway after leaving the university’s cafe. Reiner always had this thing where he walked you back to your dorm no matter what. You could be staying late with org meetings, he’ll be waiting right outside the student center for you. You can have an evening class, he would wait for you. Sometimes he even would join your evening study group if that meant being able to make sure you made it to your dorms safely. 

The walks across campus were always slow, the both of you enjoying each other company since college was getting busier. With him being on the football team and his rigorous business administration classes and then there’s you with your classes and being a part of SGA. For a split moment, you felt your friendship with him slipping through your fingertips bit by bit. But there he stood outside whatever academic building you were in to be sure you made it to your dorm room safely. 

As you were walking, the two of you walked by a girl that you realized was on the cheer squad. You noticed that seductive and flirtatious tint in the woman’s eyes as she eye-fucked Reiner. However, her eyes then noticed you by his side and she added a little more pep into her step. You glanced over at Reiner noticing he was blushing and you only laughed. “Wow, I knew you were popular on campus. But not that popular.” You elbowed his side causing Reiner to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I’ve only talked to her once or twice. I think she wants to have sex with me…” His voice trails off as the two of you were walking. 

“There’s a but isn’t it?” You asked.

You understood that it was college. You let a bunch of young adults live on a huge campus with hardly any parental guidance hormones were going to be through the roof. Due to Reiner’s status on campus, you understood that women were going to be eyeing him constantly. Like any hormonal guy, you knew he would fall for the temptation. However, you were only the best friend. You couldn’t tell him much but to do it safely because his parents would kill him (and you because for some reason you’ll be guilty of not talking him out of it) for getting someone knocked up. 

“She’s only pursuing me because she and Eren broke up,” Reiner shrugged. “Therefore, I kinda avoid her at all times. Just so I won’t be in the middle of it. ‘Cause if Eren found out… never mind.” He abruptly stopped shoving his hands into his jacket as he continued to walk.

You knew who Eren was. He also was on the football team and occasionally bugged you when you were doing volunteer work at the campus library. “He would do what Rei?” You questioned. 

“He’ll most likely make advances at you,” Reiner quickly admitted as he stopped at the residence hall you resided in. 

You let out a chuckle, “You won’t have to worry about that.” You adjusted your tote bag that was on your shoulder. 

Reiner looked at you in a confused way. “You’re not understanding—“ 

You cut him off. “I’m still a virgin and I would never let Eren be my first.” You chuckled. “Iwaizumi that works at the student gym, probably. But Eren Yeager, please Rei. I’m a woman of standards.” 

Now it was time for Reiner to chuckle, “Okay. Just stay clear of him. He isn’t shit.” 

You shake your head with a laugh, “Goodbye Reiner.” You said as you tugged open the resident hall door. 

The memory disappeared in your mind when you felt Reiner’s mouth latch upon your nipple. His tongue swirls around your nipple causing you to moan out his name. Your hands brought him closer to your body, wanting to feel every bit of him. Hips grinding sensually just to feel some form of fiction. “A bit eager? When was the last time someone made you feel good?” Reiner asked as he was leaving a trail of kisses in the middle of your chest.

You felt a heat rush go through your body. Your ears grew hot and sooner your cheeks felt like they were burning due to the embarrassment. “Rei, I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled holding back a soft whimper when you felt that he was back to decorating your smooth skin with kisses. 

And now with your faces just inches apart basking in each other’s body warmth, Reiner gave you a bewildered look. As if he couldn’t believe the words that tumbled out of your mouth. However, you watched his face soften before he’s entrapping you into a passionate kiss that caused your body to cool down. He’s pulling apart completely flustered and his face as red as a cherry. “I’ll be gentle and take it slow.” 

“Then do it already.” You uttered as your eyes met his and once again your body felt hot. 

The moment that you were waiting for. Always telling yourself that you were going to lose your virginity to Reiner or your other guy friend Iwaizumi. Didn’t particularly expect it to be under these circumstances, but you were ready. You remembered during college how your different roommates would gossip about their sex lives and how you had this dilemma where you held onto your virginity so close. Although, for others, it was just a pointless social construct made to have some form of drift between genders. To some, they cherish the thought of being sure to do it with the right person. You hated yourself for being one of those people, especially considering the number of your friends who would tell you that they don’t even talk to the person they lost their virginity to anymore. 

The intense feeling of Reiner pushing himself in you cause your body to tense up. He caressed your face forcing you to look at him. Tears tingled your eyelash lines as you looked at him and soon felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek, “Just relax. I got you.” He said.

His voice came out like a whisper. Delicate and caring. You exhaled sharply while bringing his body closer. Inch by inch, Reiner is pushing his cock furthermore inside you. Your legs shaking in anticipation with the more of Reiner you were taking. The intense feeling that felt on your lower half felt like you had done a leg workout in the gym. It felt like it was on fire, but soon that fierce feeling was replaced with a feeling of passion. “I’m going to go faster, would you like that?” Reiner questioned. 

“Yes.” You stuttered out. “Please.” You begged as you looked up at him. 

Reiner’s lips clashed against yours muffling any form of whimpers and moans. Legs hooked under his strong arms as his chest was pressed against yours in a lewd mating press position, Reiner’s hips drove forward. Your head fell back into the fluffiness of the pillow as Reiner’s pace only quicken. The only thing that could be heard was the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other and breathy groans. Your fingernails dug into Reiner’s arms as you could feel his balls slapping at your wet folds with each thrust. 

“Fuck,” Reiner uttered under his breath. You could feel the feeling of your legs hooked upon his arms intensify as he rocked forward some more. 

Your moans were like music to Reiner’s ears. At this moment it felt like it was only you two in the world. That in this time, this was the both of you confessing your love for each other. That when this was over with, you finally were able to have that happily ever after. It wasn’t anything new that Reiner was having second thoughts about the wedding. With each passing day, the amount of guilt bubbled around in his stomach as he went to expensive dinners with his fiance and attended galas with her. The thought of kissing his fiance and wishing it was his best friend who decided to backpack around the world to help people. The thought of having sex with his fiance when he wanted it to be you moaning and whimpering out his name. He could worry about that later, but at this moment he wanted to make you feel good. Especially given the opportunity of being your first. 

Minutes turned to over an hour as Reiner could feel his balls tighten. The fiery feeling of him about to cum and he could tell you were close to the edge also. The way sweat droplets decorated your forehead and your swollen lips from kissing and making out were gasped open. It was a beautiful sight to Reiner. His index and middle finger move in between your sweat-coated body before he’s rubbing at your clit. Your eyes lolled in the back of your head at that action. “Rei, I’m about to—” Your words were cut off at the burst of pleasure you felt in the pit of your stomach. 

Your legs quivered under Reiner’s arms as he finally released them from being locked over his. His fingers rubbed at your clit, massaging it slowly and through your breathtaking orgasm. 

Followed by your orgasm, it was Reiner next to come down from his high of being buried balls deep inside your cunt. Tugging himself out quickly before his cock begins to spritz out his cum right on your tummy. His weary groans were as beautiful as the sound of the waterfalls you’ve discovered when traveling. Gosh, you couldn’t get the sight of his face while he was cumming out of your head. His face was red as ever, but for some reason, it was his ears that were brightest and most notable. 

When he was finally done, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting. 

“I’ll go run a bath for you and grab a towel. Just don’t—uh move.” Reiner says before he’s placing a quick peck on your forehead and going towards the bathroom. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you were laying in the bed. Your legs and lower half aching for a luxury spa and warm bath. Your eyes drifted close once you felt the warm cloth on your stomach. Soon they were fluttering back open when you heard the buzzing of your phone. You grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand. When you saw a message from Iwaizumi with the link to the notorious Gossip Girl post, your eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. You haven’t been mentioned on Gossip Girl since you were in college. Hearing the water in the bathroom getting turned on, you assumed that Reiner was starting a bath. Now it was time for you to press the link.

SPOTTED — Rich Boy Rei makes his way into our favorite girl of the city Y/N hotel room. We thought people talk it out with their partners when they’re having cold feet, not get under another woman. But they do say, best friends are better together than never. 

XOXO, Gossip Girl

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[kedreeva]

For the ST prompt: protective, cuddles, soft. the fruity four

(My askbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous Prompts)

The call comes a little after 2am. There's only a few people that would call that late, and Steve's not asleep anyway, so he picks up.

"Can I come over?" Robin asks without preamble. They both know the answer is yes, of course, so Steve knows that's not the question she's asking.

"Yeah, gimme 15," he tells her, already plucking his keys off the hook.

They don't come straight back to Steve's after he picks her up. He does a loop around town, checking on all of houses of their group. Assured of their mundane condition, he heads out of town to cruise some of the long roads on the outskirts, letting the summer air run warm through the open windows. The stars shine so bright in the clear night sky it seems they mean to make up for the absence of the moon. Robin hangs her elbow out the window, fingers folded together and her chin on her wrist to watch them.

Steve mostly watches the road, content to let his mind fuzz to the comfortable emptiness of driving an open road, but even so he doesn't miss the flash of a big, chunky van parked off the road in the middle of a fallow field. Robin looks over when he brakes, eyes flicking up to Eddie's van as well. She doesn't question when they park on the shoulder, or when they get out and begin to trek across the field.

"How'd you find me?" Eddie asks from the roof, as soon as they're close. He's lying on top of a big blanket,

"Couldn't sleep," Steve says at the same time as Robin says: "Spying on you with satellites."

"Funny," Eddie says, holding up a can with a flick of his wrist to Steve, who passes it to Robin before popping the top on the beer Eddie hands him next.

Steve collapses into sitting up near Eddie's head, and Eddie shifts and wiggles until he can get his head on Steve's lap like an overgrown puppy. Robin waits until they're settled before she sits as well, and then leans back to lie with her head on Eddie's belly. She doesn't open her can, just sets it beside her and tips her head to look up at the stars again. Without the headlights, no streetlamps in sight, the dusty arm of the milky way spans in a slash across the sky.

"Wayne again?" Steve asks after a little while, fingers gently threading through Eddie's hair. Most of it is already splayed in a halo over Steve's lap from his fiddling, but Eddie never minds.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees. He always leaves the trailer when it's Wayne in his nightmares, when he gets skittish that the Upside Down is going to destroy everything they own again when it comes for him. Sometimes he comes to one of their houses, but Steve has learned that when it's bad, really bad, Eddie comes out here, to where he's not even really in town anymore. Where he won't endanger anyone if a gate opens and swallows him whole.

"Come over next time," Steve tells him quietly. "Call me."

"Or me," Robin says. "Or Nancy. That's what I did."

"You called Nancy?" Eddie asks, gaze flicking up to Steve's face as he smiles.

Robin rolls her eyes. "I called Steve.

"Russians?" Eddie asks, but lightly.

"Vines," she says, barely a breath, as if she can feel them around her throat all over again even now.

Eddie reaches a hand to her and she catches it, threading their fingers. "Hate that one." He hadn't even been caught by the vines, but the other three had described it enough times. "Steve?"

Steve shakes his head. "Never got to sleep in the first place," he admits. He does sleep, he just does it when there's daylight, when he can wake up without feeling like he's back in it.

"Steve..."

"It's fine, Robin," he assures her. "I swear I'm getting enough sleep." They've had this argument a dozen times since he fell asleep at work because he hadn't slept at all the night before.

"I can come stay for a few days, if you're having trouble," Eddie offers tentatively. "Wayne won't mind having the place to himself."

"You don't have to..." Steve starts.

"I know," Eddie says simply, no other explanation. They've also had this conversation more than once, and it always ends the same. Steve still hasn't won this kind of fight, with either of them.

"...Yeah, okay."

Eddie nods and returns to stargazing with Robin, Steve sipping at his beer until headlights slash across the dark down the field. He watches the little station wagon run the length of the road, turn, and come toward them slowly. It pulls up behind Steve's car, and even though it's too dark and too far to tell who it is, they all know.

Nancy drops her armload of blankets on Robin's head once she's climbed to the top of the van, and it might be a cramped situation if she didn't basically pile herself on top of the three of them, curled up around Robin with the blanket over both of them and part of Eddie. Steve smiles as Robin passes her the can she's protected.

They split the cherry Coke - Nancy's secret favorite, which she'd only admitted once in a game of truth or dare a few weeks ago - in silence for a little while. Steve finishes his drink and sets the empty can next to Eddie's behind him. No one bothers asking how Nancy had found them; they'd been to this field as a group several times, and even if they hadn't, Steve at least is convinced there's nothing Nancy can't figure out.

"Fire," Nancy says to the stars, when her can has joined the others.

"Vines," Robin says, and then nods to Eddie without taking her arms out from under the warm blanket. "Wayne." Then she looks at Steve and he knows what's coming even before she says: "Didn't sleep, again."

"Steve..."

"Oh my god," he says with a laugh. "Eddie already agreed to stay over."

"I'm sure that means you asked for help when you needed it," Nancy says. Somehow, a little bit of guilt flushes under his skin, even though he knows she's dragging him out of concern.

"You know he didn't," Robin says.

"I know he didn't," Nancy says. "He never does."

"Hey," Steve protests. "I'm trying, okay, Nance? It's just..."

"I know," she says, and she does. She knows he's never really had anyone to ask for help from, and that it simply does not occur to him. Layer that with his desire to be as little burden as possible, and his need to protect others... she knows. It's difficult to learn better.

"We should just... get a place," Robin says, offhand. Everyone turns to look at her. "Sorry! Is that weird?"

"Like, together?" Eddie asks, glancing from her up to Steve, as if Steve might've understood Robin better. Not the case. "A place together, the four of us?"

"Um... yeah?" Robin says, hesitant. "We hang out all the time anyway, and... y'know, then... we don't have to sneak anywhere in the middle of the night. We don't... wake our parents up screaming."

Eddie hums. "We just wake each other up."

"Or someone's there to wake us up before the screaming starts," Nancy points out. She does not at all sound opposed, which surprises Steve.

"Plus, if- I mean, it's not like I want any of this stuff to keep happening, but it does keep happening, and if we had our own place, like... we wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking in or catching us."

"Home base," Steve says.

"Yeah," Robin says, relieved. "It wouldn't- it doesn't have to be forever, but... it would be nice, I think."

They sit in silence. Steve can't honestly think of anything that's sounded better in his life; he hates living in his empty house, hates the pool out back and the woods beyond it, hates it more when his parents do come home and screw everything up. He can't even imagine the relief of coming home to a full house of people he actually likes. Of having part of his chosen family at hand, where he can see them, touch them, assure himself they are all safe at the same time.

"I'm in," Nancy says, after a while.

"You can bring Jonathan," Robin offers.

Nancy just shakes her head. Steve feels badly for her. She hasn't left him, but she's been angry with him for a while over his decision to keep things from her. She understands why- they all do. He'll be moving back soon, now that Hopper's back, and Steve's not sure he's looking forward to the upheaval that will cause. Or maybe it won't- maybe he'll just settle in where he ought to have been all along. That's a bridge to be crossed or burned later.

"Yeah, me too," Steve agrees quietly. "It'll be a lot easier to get a house with four of us."

"With that many bedrooms?" Eddie asks. "I haven't looked at real estate prices but-"

"You really think we need a bunch of rooms?" Robin says, twisting to give him a skeptical look. "Planning on spending a lot of nights alone?"

Eddie blushes, even by starlight, and mumbles something under his breath that even Steve doesn't catch. "That mean you're out?" Steve asks.

"No," Eddie says. "I mean, I gotta talk to my uncle, but I followed you lunatics into another dimension to fight monsters. After all that, house seems pretty domestic."

"Har har," Robin says at the pun, but Steve smiles when Eddie looks at him expectantly. "So... now what?"

"It was your plan, Buckley," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but I was just-"

"Now we get home before our parents notice," Nancy interrupts, gesturing toward the horizon where it has begun to turn a lighter shade of dark, heralding dawn. "And... we'll start looking. There's a lot of people leaving town, after what happened. We can probably get something bigger than we would have otherwise."

"I can start looking into financing," Steve offers, heart a little lighter at the prospect of being useful. "I'm sure my dad knows someone."

Robin's grinning full-on now. "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Sure looks like it," Eddie says with a smile.

[pr3ttym3ssy]

When Eddie and Chrissy start dating, Chrissy begins to take little things from him. Little things here and there that he wont particularly miss. His guitar picks, his 12 or 20 sided die, shirts, sometimes his leather jacket. She keeps them in her room, like little treasures of their time together.

But, she still wishes she could have something to keep with her during school. They're still keeping their relationship under wraps to the prying eyes of their fellow classmates. So it's not like she can openly wear his jackets or shirts. She just starts to think about what she can possibly "borrow" from her boyfriend. Something that she can openly wear or small enough to hide but keep close to her heart.

One day they're in bed, sweaty and sated after a much needed love making session. Chrissy is sitting upright, while Eddie's back is against his headboard, guitar in hand and lap as he tunes her strings. Chrissy loves to watch him, how he concentrates on the sounds of each twang of the strings. She doesn't play, but she's spent enough time with Eddie to known which chords are tuned and which are slightly off key. His fingers dance over the chords. His fingers are roughed and calloused from playing those strings. She doesn't particularly hate it, infact the roughness of his fingers is what she admires the most. For reasons that make her blush and her abdomen pool with heat.

She reaches out and takes his hand from where it lays against the cold body of the guitar. She takes his hand in hers and compares the size. His hand engulfs hers, thick long fingers, nails nervously bitten down to the nub, and rings decorating his knuckles. Her finger tips caress the metal of his rings. Tracing the designs delicately. "Can I have one of them?".

"Hmmm? One what? One of my rings?" He says.

"Yes", she doesn't meet his gaze. Her fingers keep at the rings, now tracing over the big skull on his ring finger. She then brings his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles. "This one in particular, pleaase?", she looks at him pleading. Eddie looks at his hand and then he chuckles.

"Can't seem to say no to you, princess", he slides the skull off his finger and takes her hand. She slightly spreads her finger enough for Eddie to have the ring wedged on her ring finger. The ring is so big, it doesn't hold. There is no way she can wear it. Her eyes are crestfallen and she huffs in disappointment.

"Wait wait, fret not my lady". He pulls the sheets off his lap and turns to stand up from the bed. He pulls on his boxers and walks to his drawer. He picks up a chain with dog tags dangling at the end. He unclasps the chain, removes the tags and takes the empty chain back to Chrissy.

"May I?", he asks his hand extended and she places the ring on his palm. Eddie slides the chain through the ring hoop and starts to crawl his way towards her back on the bed. "Could you please hold your hair babe?". Chrissy obeys and pulls her hair aside for him to clasp the chain and lock it in place.

The ring is cold against her bare chest, and it feels just barely there. But she's beeming, a smile so big on her face. She turns to look at Eddie, "I love it". He kisses her shoulder and peppers kisses up her neck towards her ear, "you wear it well" she says his voice husky sending chills down her spine. He pulls her chin towards him to meet her lips and pulls the sheet over them again.

The next day in school, Chrissy's hand constantly fiddles with the chain. It lies hidden inside her cheer shirt. It's her new favorite thing. The ring helps quell her anxiety and it grounds her. Eases the slight pang of missing Eddie during the day. She doesn't take it off for anything. It's definitely what she needed.

[reareaotaku]

Horror Trauma

Summary: Everyone's gone and the nightmares are finally over. You and Glen are the only one's left and you talk about the horror. Characters: Yandere! Glen Lantz x Reader Tw: Trauma/Trauma Bonded, Delusions, Death Mentioned, Sexual Themes

It was strange. The feeling of emptiness with most of your friends gone, but he was gone too. You looked over to your boyfriend, Glen, who was already looking at you from your bed. Neither of you had spoken since he crawled into your window, but the silence was about to break.

"Thanks for coming, Glen."

He smiles, "Of course. We've got to stick together."

"Yeah. Stick together." You look away from him and to your hands. There was a large cut from the palm of your hand to the inside of your elbow. Thankfully it hadn't been bad enough to need stitches. "Do you..." You sigh, as he moves closer to you from the bed. "Do you think he's really gone?"

"I sure hope so-"

"How do we know this isn't a dream?" You look back up at him, as he tilts his head.

"Hmmm. I don't, but we both saw him burn in the fire."

"Yeah... We did."

Glen reaches for your hand, caressing it with his thumb, "You know I would never let anything bad happen to you, right?"

You look at your intertwined hands, smiling, "Yeah. You do try your best," You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

He huffs, straightening up, looking at you accusingly, "What's that supposed to mean."

You scooch back in your chair as he gets up and leans towards you, putting his hands on the arm rests. You laugh, as he pushes his face closer towards you.

"I have such a mean girlfriend. Why, I save her life and she makes fun of me."

"Save my life?" You grab his cheek, rubbing it gently, "You feel asleep when I told you to watch me sleep-"

"It's harder to watch you sleep when you ask me to do it-"

"So, you've watched me sleep?"

"Oh please, don't act like you haven't watched me in my private moments," He laughs, before kissing you. It was quick and gentle, but it would have been nice if it lasted longer.

"Hmm, I know you like it."

"I sure do. If you got it," He pushes himself off, before putting his hands on the side of your legs and his knee in between your thighs. "Why not show it off?"

He leans his head on your forehead and you can feel his breath. He looks at you, your noses touching.

"Oh, yeah," You place your hands on his hips, "You got the goods alright."

He laughs, kissing your cheek, "You know it baby. Lucky for you, they're all yours."

"Ohhh, lucky me."

You sigh, shaking your head, before moving in your seat; Well, the little bit you could move with Glen on you. It didn't feel real and you were worried he'd come back for you. No, if he came back, you'd be ready and you would kill him again.

Glen slowly starts to kiss down your neck, his hands massaging your biceps. "You should stop worrying so much."

You finger his hair, pulling at the strands, "Yeah.... Everything's fine. I don't know why I'm worrying."

"Maybe we can-" He tries fiddling with your blouse, but you push his hands off.

"Don't even think about it lover boy." You stand up in the chair, jumping over him. "I'm getting something to eat, are you hungry?"

[mrskurono]

Separately, but how much convincing do Atsushi, Aku, and Chuuya need to have spontaneous, semi-public sex (or oral) with reader ~ 👀 (if you can answer! Thanks for your time, you are a brilliant writer!)

a/n: my brain has pms but god damn it I won't try my best; also Chuuya looks beautiful in this theme like hot damn type: headcanons tags: fem!Reader, public (obviously), mentions of; handjobs, oral (giving + receiving), vaginal fingering, cockwarming, vaginal sex, ranchiness ♡

Honestly, the easiest out of the three to convince to do anything you damn well want

You've seen this man's will to tell people no

It's nonexistent and telling you no is literally a fate worse than death to him

Dr. Yosano is busy in her office, Kunikida is clocked out for the day and Dazai never stays late so where's the harm?

When your gaze lingers a little longer on Atsushi across the desk from you, admiring how handsome he is with his brows pinched in thought

Unaware of your gaze until you're sitting right next to him, leaning in on your elbow and slipping your free hand between his thighs

Met with a decisive squeak of surprise from how hard he was concentrating

Atsushi can't help the hushed demand of what you're doing while his cheeks turn seven shades darker

"You looked good working."

"We're working!!!"

"But shouldn't overtime be rewarded?"

Be if your hand groping him through his slacks or the half lidded dreamy look you have casted over at him, Atsushi can't say no

Not when your fingers fiddle with his zipper silently. Only the sparse tapping of his fingers on his laptop being stunted as you free his cock from his pants

Fingers curled around his length and pumping him slowly under the desk

Thank for all the agency's cluttered desk as no one can see a thing but you two sitting together like normal

Far from normal though as beads of sweat trickle along Atsushi's hairline

His labored breathing almost like an echo in the nearly empty office space

Atsushi fighting with all his will to stay silent until he's forced to grip the edge of the desk

White knuckles, chewing on his lips as his cock throbs in your hand

Getting caught isn't in either of your agendas so the second you feel him gasp and throb in your grasp

That's when you lean in and coo softly as Atsushi cums all over a napkin you pocketed from lunch

Watching his thick creamy cum soil the paper as you pump him a few more times for good measures

Atsushi a little dizzy when you lean over and kiss him on the cheek

"Let's clock out, we're not done here weretiger."

Don't be fooled, Ranpo knows but all you have to do is slip him a snack heh

Second best bet to get him to do anything you want to

And if it's at the Black Lizard's base of operations while they're out?

Well that's just a free pass right there isn't it?

Chuuya's as easy as a book to read so when he's spent the last twenty or so minutes looking at you chewing gum and popping it with a satisfying snap

It's pretty obvious where his mind is

"Your coat hides shit when you're that hard Nakahara."

Que an outburst that only lasts as long as brushing his cheek and snapping the gum inches from his lips last

He cannot say no to the idea of your lips wrapped around his cock

And such a petite sized man makes for the neatest blow jobs <3

Ravishing him with your attentive tongue, even if it's bubblegum flavored spit, Chuuya can't keep his moans to a minimum as you take him all in your mouth

Dumb enough to let you do it nearly out in the open at the base

Doesn't matter bc his brain is in his dick and you can suck out every last braincell he has by slurping down his cum the second he twitches in your mouth

Chuuya does have nice tasting cum though ♡

Doesn't stop there though bc he's not about to leave something half done and the mission won't have anyone back for a while right?

Can't keep his lips off your clit in the moments you lick him clean

Expert little tongue with a man hungry for your juices won't stop the cascading orgasm that Chuuya draws from you

Clit throbbing against his tongue as he stuffs his gloved fingers in you just to ride out your orgasm

Man on his knees knows to lick his hand clean so there's no evidence to be found ♡

Evidence is found when poor Tachihara keeps walking in on Chuuya on his knees, RIP Tachihara's sanity

Sighs...the hardest just ton convince to have sex regularly

And if there's even a minor chance of getting caught, Akutagawa will not so much as allow a kiss on the cheek

That leaves getting, creative, to spice it up

Your best chance for a touchy Akutagawa is whenever he's recouping or down under the weather

And who doesn't get a little horny when they're sick?

"My...looks like you could use some help there huh?"

He might be laid up on the couch but Akutagawa is acutely aware of the half hard on you're spying through his clothes

Everyone does have their daily routine and daily missions and should be gone well into the evening

Perhaps indulging in the human touch wouldn't kill him when he thinks its in the clear

Poor thing sick like this but good thing his cock still works for you ♡

Snuggles quickly turn to some nice slow spooning sex

Wiggling your ass back on his hip bones to feel his cock twitch as deep in you as possible

Akutagaw groaning and gripping your sides with his face buried in the back of your neck

He's sick but god do you make him forget that for a moment

Grinding yourself on him in the tiny confines of the couch

Leaving his cock slick with your juices as you take the position as conveniently to let you play with yourself

Toying with your clit until you've lost the number of times you climaxed with him buried inside you

Each time making him moan harder and twitch inside you while just the simple sensation of your walls milking him makes Akutagawa wanna cum

But the second either of you hear the door creak, your bodies freeze

Covered in a blanket, tucked together on the couch, the rest of the Lizards can't help but comment on how cute it is that you're snuggling with the boss

Without knowing Akutagawa is pumping you full of cum bc the lil perv can't believe he got caught with his cock balls deep in you ♡

Again poor Tachihara knows but...alas is his cross to bare heh

[bridgertonbee1814]

Jerin future/family headcanon:

. In 2008, Erin and James are expecting their first child. It's early January, Erin is ten days past her due date and absolutely sick and tired of being pregnant. Plus, Derry has been hit with a record-breaking snowfall over Christmas that's iced over every possible surface, meaning she can't so much as walk down her own driveway to collect the post without James hovering nervously beside her and insisting she be careful.

. Despite the discomfort of being ten days overdue, Erin is surprisingly calm about becoming a parent. James, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck, mostly due to the complete absence of a real parental figure for most of his life. For the past nine months he's been obsessively reading baby books, panic-buying dummies (pacifiers for the American readers), onesies and an unfeasible amount of nappies, currently stuffed into a cupboard in the upstairs hallway.

. On January 8th, Erin starts getting aches and odd feelings from around 6pm onwards, but doesn't think anything of it and goes to bed. At 1am on January 9th she wakes up and realises she's having proper contractions, but she doesn't even bother waking James due to her ma's advice that labour takes forever and she'll have a few hours before it's time to go to the hospital. She does send Mary a quick text to let her know things are starting.

. At 1:33am in the Quinn house, Gerry is woken up by noises in the kitchen. He wanders downstairs to find Mary in her dressing gown and slippers, making piles of cheese sandwiches and filling a travel flask with tea.

Gerry: *very confused and sleepy* What's happening...?

Mary: *frenziedly buttering bread* Erin texted me, we've got to start getting ready.

Gerry: And that somehow involves sandwiches?

Mary: For the car ride, keep up, Gerry! The awkward bastards aren't gonna let her eat at hospital!

. At 2am at Erin and James's house, James is woken up by his wife, who turns on the bedside lamp and calmly informs him that her contractions are starting to get closer together and they should probably get ready to go to the hospital. He then proceeds to jump out of bed shouting, "Oh my God, IT'S TIME" and frantically looks for the hospital bag and attempts to get dressed at the same time until Erin has to grab him by the shoulders and remind him to breathe.

. 2:10am - Erin is dressed and struggling to put her shoe on until she eventually just gives up and decides to go with slippers (they'll be much comfier, anyway). James has had to go outside into the freezing winter morning to pour boiling water from the kettle over the car windshield, which has iced over in the night.

. 2:15am - Erin sends a text into the "Derry Girls" group chat letting the rest of the gang know that they're headed to the hospital, but it'll probably be a while and she'll message later when they know more. James, meanwhile, has been fighting with the heavy, overly complicated carseat which requires a lot of adjusting and fiddling to get it installed. There was one moment where he accidentally caught his finger in one of the attachment parts and it bled, and he genuinely considered just throwing the stupid thing off the nearest cliff.

. 2:20 - The bastard carseat is finally installed, James's finger has a plaster on it, the car is packed and they're ready to set off for the hospital.

James: *In the car, driving at approximately 5 miles an hour because road safety is life* Okay, I've got the carseat, hospital bag, map... Is that everything? I swear I'm forgetting someth-

*Slowly looks across to the empty passenger seat *

James: Oh, shit!

(Shot of James's car reversing speedily back down the street, coming to a stop in front of their house with Erin standing by the gate, her arms folded and looking unimpressed.)

Erin: *Gets in the car*

James: *Opens his mouth to apologise*

Erin: Just drive.

. They arrive at the Quinn house at 2:25am, greeted by Mary and Gerry shuffling out the front door bundled up in winter coats and knitwear, Mary toting a large bag filled to the brim with sandwiches and other supplies. They get in the car and head for the hospital, James driving painstakingly slow because of the weather and Mary attempting to force-feed Erin cheese sandwiches en-route while talking excitedly about how she's going to be a granny. Gerry falls fast asleep in the back seat and is rudely awoken ten minutes later by Mary shaking his shoulder and the sound of his daughter groaning in pain mid-contraction. Mary warns him if he dares fall asleep again instead of being useful and comforting his child, he'll never hear the end of it. He spends the rest of journey holding Erin's hand and trying to keep his eyes open.

That's all for now, I will post Part 2 of possibly my longest headcanon yet soon:) Enjoy!

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hi! Don't know if you're doing requests now or if this will interest you but... How about a Bokuto x male reader where Bokuto is usually the top when they do it but the one time he bottoms for the reader, he just can't get enough and started to beg to be fucked all the time. Maybe when they're all alone in the locker room

Its okay if you can't haha

songbird, (nsfw) bokuto x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: begging, reader is a bottom to begin with, public sex (?) (fucking in a locker room where no ones there), creampie, a tiny bit of overstimulation, degredation if u squint and praise. spit as lubrication, finger sucking.

a/n: i’m writing this at 2 am with like no energy left whatsoever please excuse me if the quality isnt as good as usual and it’s a bit shorter i swear i’m trying my best im not trynna rush requests i just have a lot and theres too many things i need to work on :(

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"heh? look at you now kou'...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you relaxed on the bench. 

"if you say so, my little songbird."

dating bokuto was pretty much a dream of yours. something about his positive and silly personality really made you fall in love with him. you weren't able to confess until second year when your friends pushed you. only to find out the owl looking man had a crush on you too. which explains why he was always more cheery around you than other people, maybe a little too much but you didn't mind. 

your relationship fostered quickly due to the two of you already being friends and on the volleyball team. bokuto couldn't have been more happy, if he was already so ecstatic around you just as friends it's hard to imagine how excited he can be when you too are in a relationship. and as expected, his excitement was very well proven in other ways too. after both of you turned 18 in your third year, bokuto took you home right after drinking with your friends. 

he's been waiting for this since his second year, a few months after you two became official. you were irresistible to him. like the himbo he is, he likes every part of you. your face, your ass, and of course your cock. every part of you excited him to the max. now that both of you are finally legal, he couldn't keep it in his pants any longer. so it was that night, you lost your virginity to the man of your dreams. 

a unspoken rule but bokuto just assumed he was the top in the relationship. you didn't have any complaints about it since he was good with it. his stamina was over the roof for what an average person at his age should be. not only his stamina but also his cock. it makes you feel good everytime no exceptions. you also don't know where he learned it but the tricks he pulled off simply felt heavenly. every movement, every spot he reached and every word he said makes you closer and closer to an orgasm than you already were when you're with him. it's been like that in the bedroom ever since then and neither of you had the thought of changing it, until today. 

you two were doing your usual flirting after the clock after practice. cleaning up the courts together and hanging away the nets. all your other teammates usually just give you an eye roll and leave the gym before you even get the chance to change. leaving the two of you alone, yet again, in the locker rooms. 

"bo' are you hungry? we can grab something on the way back if you are-" your sentence was cut off when the taller male approached you and gave you a hug from behind. 

"hehe, of course i'm hungry~ only for you though," bokuto said with a grin on his face. 

"oh? what are you trying to suggest here?" you said, ruffling with his gray toned hair. 

"well, no one's here anymore and it's just us...so why don't we…" he said reaching down towards your pants. 

"sounds like a good idea to me~" you said, giving him a peck on the lips, making him blush. 

"h-hey, why don't we try something new today! i've been meaning to ask you this-" 

"oh sure what is it w-woah!" 

before you knew it bokuto already dragged your pants down and got on one knee. even a dumbass would know what he's trying to do in this position. 

"well well~ look what we have here." bokuto said with a smirk on his face fiddling with your cock through your underwear. 

you let out a low giggle, getting the clue of what your boyfriend was trying to do. 

"slow down there bo' no need to rush" you said as you removed your underwear too and let held it in your hands in front of bokuto's mouth. 

"go on, this is what you wanted right?"

bokuto was a little startled due to the change of energy from you and gulped a group of spit down his throat. but eagerly, he still began to work on your cock with his mouth. 

he was clumsy with it and you could tell he'd never given a blowjob in his life before. but you gotta admit, his attempt of trying to please you, doing something new like this for the first time was incredibly cute. he struggled a little trying to take in your entire cock and due to his gag reflex not being the best you could hear some gagging noises coming in between your thighs. 

"oh fuck…just like that kou' you're doing so well…" you said, pressing your hand into his hair and slowly adapting a rhythm. 

bokuto's eyes became hazy and you could tell he was getting lost in your cock. you looked down to see his shorts forming a wet spot where his hard cock is. you pulled him away from your cock and leaned back on the bench, leaving him begging for something to fill him. 

"c'mon, big boy, isn't this what you wanted?" 

too lost for words your boyfriend simply climbed on top of you and took off his trousers too, leaving both of your hard cocks exposed. 

"why don't we get started, suck on these fingers with that pretty mouth of yours won't you baby?" you said sitting back up and leaning a bit towards bokuto. 

"y-yes y/n…" bokuto said as he closed his eyes and took two of your fingers into his mouth, gradually taking three. 

"that's it good boy~ but…i think you've had enough of that now." you pulled you fingers out of bokuto's mouth, leaving him yet again empty. 

"lean in on my shoulders ko' that's right...just, like, that" 

you slowly moved your already wet fingers into bokuto's ass, starting with two to loosen him up and moving on to three to further stimulate his pleasure point. 

"a-ah fuck! y/n what is that! i-it feels weird…" he whined as you pressed again and again on his prostate. 

"oh you'll see bo' it'll make you feel so much better in just a minute…" you said pulling out your fingers and pushing bokuto back in a position where you can see him while he rides you. 

"go on, i know you want it inside you~" 

you could tell bokuto was nervous but he gathered the courage to place your hard cock inside him, with a lot of effort of course. he moaned in pain and pleasure as you enter him entirely. waiting for him to settle in, you cup his cheek to tell him how good he's being. 

"heh... look at you now kou...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you're relaxed on the bench. 

"if you say so, my little songbird."

you began to move, answering his request. slowly of course, you didn't want to hurt him being his first time and all even though you know he likes it rough. as your thrusts became harder and faster you could hear bokuto's painful moans become more pleasurable ones. 

"y-y/n fuck me, oh fuck me it feels so fucking good!" 

"yah baby boy? you like that don't you, such a slut for my cock, filling you like it's the only thing you could think of." 

sooner or later bokuto couldn't hold it in anymore, his pre was leaking a lot more and you could tell he was close. 

"y/n i'm coming oh fuck~" 

"fuck...me too bo'!" you said while cumming inside of your boyfriend. one hand stroking his cumming and already sensitive cock and the other grabbing onto his tight ass. 

needless to say he passed out from the pleasure coming from both his behind and front, leaving you holding him in the mess the both of you made. 

"guess we might have to change some rules in the bedroom now huh?" 

[eremiie]

hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how  somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes  again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."