#yeah it’s like. Maybe you shouldn’t be replying with “haha I do that” on a post talking about ignorant behavior

[paranormeow7]

phenomenon I see on here a lot. if any tumblr users come in and reply to this with “WOW THIS IS SO ME LOL” you are proving my point

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Lost in Ikea. || John Price x Reader

For @glitterypirateduck's “O, Captain!” writing challenge! I used prompts:

4. Lost in an IKEA

41. Price and Reader run into each other (literally)

48. A character tries to hide that they are crying or upset

Rating: E Words: 1.3K cw: period/menstruation + symptoms, feelings of inaddequacy?. Tags: afab!reader (bc menstruation), you/your pronouns but no Y/N, crying, hurt/comfort, strangers. Summary: Reader is just having a bad day and John is a kind stranger. a/n: I just needed a little hurt/comfort for the soul. This isn't too serious. Also the 'lost' part of Ikea is more emotional than physical. ALSO ALSO, OFC I HAD TO DO THIS PROMPT, my screen name is literally Ikea.

Should you have gone to Ikea while on your period, when you’re in pain and light-headed and in a mood to kill a man? No.

Here’s the thing, you wanted a specific little bear plush they sell there (DJUNGELSKOG). And a meal from the restaurant. And maybe a new lamp. And a new set of bed covers and pillows. And honestly, you could use a little trolley for your craft supplies. And since you’re there you might as well no longer postpone buying that shelf you need-

You walked around the store for over two hours just looking at everything and, steadily, filling up your card with more than you expected. Little knick-knacks, a new set of cups for the kitchen, a picture frame, etc. etc. 

You took your time, moved at your own pace, slowly observing all the room displays… Maybe got lost at one point, but that’s neither here nor there.

Once you found a storage trolley you liked, as well as a shelf, you advanced through the warehouse, pushing your large cart along.

The trolley came first. It was small and light enough and after checking that the box said White, you found yourself perfectly able to drag it onto the large metal warehouse platform cart.

But then the shelf- you crouched down and tried to get a grip on the box and pull, but the bitch was heavy. You huffed and struggled, but it wouldn’t budge. It probably didn’t help that both your womb and your lower back were throwing a rager of cramps and all your muscles were sore.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come on your period. Another weekend, any other weekend, and you’ve been strong enough to get the box with the disassembled shelf off its perch… But you wanted to do it today! 

You wanted to feel like you got something done. You wanted the sense of accomplishment… You wanted to feel like you persevered through the pain! 

You had the whole day planned out: You got out of bed, you showered, you had proper food and a desert, you cleaned your house, you went outside, and you finally completed something you had been putting off!

You couldn’t leave without the last one! You had to get it out! You wanted to take the stupid shelf home with you!!!!

Tears start pooling in your eyes, your lip beginning to tremble. You’ll blame it on the hormones and the frustration.

Stomping your feet, you walk down the aisle, abandoning your cart and turn the corner intent on pushing the box out from the other side-

Then you smack into a person and it knocks you so off balance (you were already sort of light-headed either way) that you drop onto the linoleum floor.

If the day wasn’t already bad enough and you weren’t already crying, taking a hard seat on the floor in front of a stranger only made you feel that much worse.

“Christ, you alright?” A man’s concerned voice comes from above you. You wince and close your eyes hard, trying to conceal the tears in them.

“Y-Yeah. Sorry. I was in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention.” You murmur and turn to the side, using the floor and the industrial shelf next to you to pull yourself up to your feet.

“No, I’m sorry, I was walking fast too.” He replies. “I wasn’t fast enough to catch you. Might be getting old. My reflexes aren’t what they used to be.” His tone sounds playful, like he’s trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, haha.” You try to laugh it off. You still haven’t properly glanced at him and he can tell that you’re trying to conceal your redened eyes as you look off to the side.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Didn’t hurt you, did I?” He checks, his voice a lot more gentle.

God, you feel pathetic. Crying in front of a stranger in the middle of an IKEA warehouse. 

“I’m fine… Just… having a bad day.” You reply and for a moment you finally look over at him.

Great. On top of making a fool of yourself in front of a stranger who happens to be super kind, said stranger is also older and hot, definitely a dilf. Great, just great. You really should’ve stayed at home today.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” He replies softly as he peers at you with bright blue eyes under thick brown eyebrows.

“It’s fine. Sorry. Didn’t mean to make this whole thing awkward. I’m sorry.” You turn to return to your things. Fuck the damn shelf, you’re going home and never coming to this IKEA again.

“Wait. Hey!” He says as he calls after you. Turning to look at him, your face twists into an upset, embarrassed look.

“You don’t have to apologise for having a bad day or having a cry, it’s alright.” The man says as he approaches you again when you’re already at your cart.

As he speaks, you notice there’s no pity in his tone, or some sort of cringe-riddled sentiment of awkwardness that comes to normal people when a stranger suddenly overshares. He’s just… kind.

Your face softens a bit more and you quickly turn to look away. Instead, your eyes find the stupid box with the shelf you want, still on the industrial shelves, and you start crying more.

“I just want that bloody shelf and it’s… it’s too heavy and I can’t get it into the cart and- I can’t believe I’m crying over this!” You complain and gesture vaguely to the space in front of you as you find yourself sniffling.

“Alright. Hey, it’s alright.” He assures you and gives you a friendly tap on the back, on your shoulder, over your hoodie. “How about I get it for you?” He asks.

You find yourself looking up at him. “I don’t wanna bother you.”

“Not at all!” He says with a friendly smile and a nod. “I’m plenty strong and I’m already here! Plus, imagine me walking away now after offering?” He jokes.

You can’t help the chuckle the escapes you amidst your broken sobs. “Would’ve been proper rude.”

“Of course it would. And my mum raised me right.” He adds playfully, causing another chuckle to rise out of you. “That’s the smile I wanted.” He cheers.

John moves forward and crouches, helping to slide the heavy box off the shelf with a mighty grip of his big hands, sliding it onto the bottom of the metal cart with the rest of your shopping. “There it is.”

“Thank you…” You murmur as you seek for tissues in your pockets, grabbing one to dab away your tears.

“It’s alright.” He assures you again. “And, for the record, there’s no shame in crying. If you would’ve asked me 3 days ago what I was doing, I’d tell you I was having a good sob in my car after going to the supermarket because I was so tired and overwhelmed.” He admits and chuckles.

“You?” You ask, not quite sure if he was being sincere.

“Oh, yeah. I cry all the time, me.” He tells you and winks one of those blue eyes at you, making you chuckle again.

“Well, thank you, erm…” You trail off, realizing you don’t know his name.

“John.” He says while reaching a hand forward for you to shake. You return the introduction with your own name.

“You think you’ve got this? Or are you gonna need help getting it into the car?” He gestures at your entire cart.

“Oh, shite, you’re right… Need to get this into the car…” You groan and facepalm yourself.

“Tell you what-” John says as he looks at you. “You wait for me while I get the rest of my things-” He takes a list of paper with scribbled reference numbers on it from his pocket. “And we’ll go through checkout together, and I’ll help load this up into your car?”

His offer is so sweet and sincere and kind, you find your eyes clouding with tears again. Then, you nod eagerly and dab away the tears with your crumpled up tissue again.

[ O, Captain! Masterlist ] || [ My Masterlist ]

[mimi-hirinnn]

Sleepless Night

Tighnari x Sleepdrunk/Reader

You sighed in annoyance pulling your hair out of your scalp.

“I don’t get it! Well no…I do but still…” You grumbled in annoyance.

Your back hurt, your hands and wrist hurt from all the sitting and writing trying to cramp for your upcoming test. The Akademyia class you were in had a upcoming test which was…tomorrow…and it late night.

“I should have studied earlier…I shouldn’t have fallen asleep earlier…”

You groaned on your desk defeated, your eyes felt so tired that they felt like they were gonna close at any minute. Not to mention you had a massive headache that wouldn’t go away for the life of you.

“Should make more coffee…” You tiredly said and got up only to stumble on your desk and drop all your equipment and papers on the floor.

“Not again…” You mumbled not when your heard a laugh across the room near your door. You jolted and looked up to see who it was.

“T-tighnari!” You muttered out face turning red.

“Relax, here I’ll help you.” He offered his help.

“No! It’s okay! Just regular clumsy me…” You stated.

“Cute…” He muttered but you were unable to catch him.

“Pardon?” You asked politely.

“Nothing.” He simply said with a slight smile that turned into a smirk after seeing your confused expression.

“Are you still studying?” He asked looking over your table.

“A-ah yeah…” He picked up your paper and placed them down your desk and you did the same too.

“Thank you…well I need to go-!” You started to try and walk off but Tighnari’s hand stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uh…I need to uhh make coffee…”

“Didn’t you just make a cup earlier?”

“N-no…”

He then sighed, “If you’re going to lie, at least try and sound convincing and cover up the fact that your cup is right here.” He scolded grabbing my cup from my desk with a hand on his hip.

“Haha…uhh Karkata made that for drinking…”

“For who? You or Karkata?” He asked with a slight smile.

“Karkata…” You tried lying but there was no use.

“I don’t think Karkata can drink that type of thing.” He said in tone like he was offended a bit by your horrible lie, who were you kidding nobody would fall for that lie maybe a child but Tighnari…

“Cute you thought I would fall for it or no?” He hummed.

“N-no!” You muttered out but in reality you were hoping he bought your terrible lie.

“Uh huh.”

“Okay fine…Karkata didn’t make it…I did…”

He hummed as he placed the cup down.

“Lying is bad Y/n.” He scolded like he was saying it to a child.

“I know, I know…”

“Then why did you lie?”

“W-well- because! You would stop me if I made another cup of coffee right?”

“Maybe? But now that you lied, yes.”

“H-huh! That’s not fair!”

“Fair to me, you’re the one who lied with a terrible lie to. Did Cyno teach you that?”

“No…he would probably say, “Nah, I lied because it brewed in my head like my coffee…that makes no sense…okay maybe I can’t copy his jokes but still..”

Tighnari sighed heavily, “Well it was…alright…” Now he lied, it was bad but he couldn’t say that to you.

“Just admit it’s bad…or else you’re the one who’s lying now…” You replied making Tighnari’s scoff.

“Fine it’s bad. Rather tell the truth then lie I guess in this situation. Anyways out of track.” He said then continued. And you stood there not even listening much since your head was hurting more now but then, you felt the pain in your head get worse causing you to lose balance and stumble but Tighnari’s arms were there to catch you.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked concern now written all over his face.

“I’m okay…just a bit dizzy…” You winced in pain a bit.

“Is your head hurting?”

You stood there silent taking in his scent finally realizing you’re resting your head on Tighnari’s chest causing you to retract back.

“Ah sorry-no no! I’m okay just a bit tired that’s all!” You tried to reassure pulling away from his embrace as Tighnari let’s go almost hesitantly.

“Tired.” He scoffed. “Your face is paler now than before.”

“I’m fine…”

“Stop lying you idiot! You aren’t fine.” He finally snapped.

“Do you think not sleeping is going to help you get a higher score on your test?” He yelled.

You stood there not knowing what to say…

“Look Tighnari…please don’t yell…” You said with a frown, your eyes were so tired.

He then gently grabbed your head. “I’m sorry…I just…when you do things like this…stupid things like this, I can’t help but worry! You’ve been locked in your room the whole time today. You didn’t even bother to eat until Collei or I came to your room to give you something…”

“I know..but I promise I’m okay Nari…” You sleepily said you were less jumpy than before hand. Maybe it was his relaxing scent..? You go up to him and place your head on his chest again.

Giggling, “Hehe so soft…so warm…” you muttered then looking at him with a sweet and cute look on your face.

Tighnari only looked at you with a blank face but then it turned a bit red and he started to frown.

“Don’t say things like that with that kind of face…” He muttered out.

“Why? It’s true. You’re so warm and soft…and I like it…sometimes it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside that I-!” Tighnari quickly covered your mouth with his gloved hand shutting you up.

“Shhh…someone is here.”

“Hmm?” You hummed tiredly and gently removed his hand off.

“Who?”

“Probably one of the forest rangers.”

You weren’t listening much and stared at his lips while he talked but you were so out of it now. Before you knew it, you were leaning in towards his lips.

“Hey are you even listening-?!” He asked before he was met with a tired “hmm?”

Before he knew what was happening your lips were slightly touching while his breath hitched a bit.

You two stood there looking at each other and you took the first move and closed your eyes and kissed him. His lips were a bit soft and you didn’t see the shock expression on his face. You stood there kissing him and after he processed what was happening. He didn’t realize when he started kissing you back.

“Master Tighnari where are you…?” A young girl called out, it was Collei. “Ohh maybe he’s with Y/n?” She told herself you and Tighnari could hear her footsteps get closer and closer.

You only huffed out of breathe when Tighnari pulled you away.

“Y/n, have you seen Master Tighnari- oh there you are Master!”

“C-Collei, is something the matter?”

She only looked at you two and how close you were to each other.

“Am I…uh interpreting something…?” She asked with her innocent look.

“Nope, go ahead Collei. Y/n here was just being stubborn as ever to go get some rest anyways mind that, is there something you need?”

“Ah okay well, I wanted to ask if you saw if anyone took—?” She continued but you didn’t put any mind on it but only looked at the hand he has on your shoulder.

Still drowsy with sleepiness, you were taken in by his scent while looking at his lips again, imagining again to kiss them.

You got up in the middle of their conversation and tippy toed to Tighnari’s face aiming for his lips once more.

Tighnari was quick to catch you and blocked your lips with his gloved hand with a panicked but frustrated expression.

“What are you doing!” He whispered in your ear as Collei rambled about something of hers that was missing and saw as well however dense about what you were trying to do.

He proceeded to flick your forehead.

“Don’t lean into me, I know you’re tired but there’s a bed right there. Anyways, I think I saw Amir taking to the storage room. Look for it tomorrow alright? It’s already getting late and I don’t want you staying up late okay? It’s bad for you.”

“I know I know…I’m just worried about it…” She muttered softly.

“I’ll help you look for tomorrow okay? Now off to bed.”

“Okay…goodnight Master Tighnari and Y/n!”

“Goodnight Collei.” Tighnari sighed as you waved her a sloppy goodbye.

After Collei left Tighnari only looked away from you and pinched his nose temple, his eyebrows frowning.

“What were you thinking?! What if she walked in and saw us huh? And what’s with you all of sudden? This is why lack of sleep causes problems! If it were someone else they might have taken advantage of you or get upset with you!” He scolded as he ignored most of his lecture and only stared at his lips once again.

“Hey! You aren’t listening again…” His tongue clicked with annoyance with a frustrated look on his eye.

Once again you only leaned it and kissed him so needly. Pushing your lips into his causing him to stumble and fall to the ground with you on top of him. You pulled away and whispered, “I need more…” While gave in with a sign and started kissing you back.

You only looked at him after you two finally pulled away, his face was beyond red. His ears were now down like a sad puppy. By the looks of it, he seemed embarrassed to be seen like this.

You only grinned in a teasing manner and grabbed his ears still sleepy.

“What? Do you not want me to see you like this?”

He didn’t say anything but his ears twitched making you giggle.

You had enough fun and were too tired to tease him further.

You got off him as he also got up on his feet, still not making eye contact with you. That’s when you grabbed his hand.

“Hey what are you doing-!”

You dragged him to your bed as you both landed on your bed, him wrapped around your arms, softly embracing him.

“Wait- I’m too heavy-!”

“No…” You whispered, “I’ll rest if you stay with me…”

Finally giving in, “Alright you win.” You then mumbled, “I love you…” And quickly fell asleep leaving a dumbfounded but smiling Tighnari.

“Goodnight, I love you too…”

[dustyfoxplushie]

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn! reader, hurt/comfort, protective mammon, also loving and affectionate mammon, warnings for: bullying, mostly like rumors around reader, nothing graphic, physical, or detailed

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: nothing could prepare you for attending a school mostly made for demons. you didn't know what to expect or what not to expect. however, having rumors spread around you wasn't anywhere near your guesses. you'd thought that was just a human thing, clearly you were wrong. you kept them just between yourself and strayed away from the brothers. never expecting the impact that it would have on one brother in particular.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hello my beloveds!! i hope you are doing well!! i wanted to throw a lil thing out real quick. i'm still working on the cyoa, it should be out soon!! also wtf i never expected to hit 1k on ANY of my posts or even be close to 200 followers! it's a small achievement i suppose, but i started this blog out of impulse! and never intended to have people to enjoy my content, so i truly do appreciate it! also also i redid a taglist thing, if anyone is interested! no pressure! just thought i should maybe have one? i love u all mwah

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Your only company in the classroom was a single ray of moonlight peeking through the window. You scoffed at yourself for letting silly rumors get to you. You should’ve been used to them, especially going to an all human school. Atlas, here you were wasting your time hiding in classrooms. You didn’t want to burden any of the brothers with your problems. Although, you wouldn’t know if they’d be able to tell. Even so you didn’t want to drag their names along with yours. There was enough attention between you all when people found out you lived with them. You swung your feet, frustrated at how sensitive you were. Studying, that'd get my mind out of this gutter. You swung open the first textbook in your stack. It was about Curses and Hexes. The thought of using these against your classmates wove through your mind. You browsed through like they were some sort of catalog.

“Oi, there ya are! Where have ya been? Why are ya here still?” Mammon bombarded. You stumbled in your seat, dropping the book onto the ground. You would’ve followed if it wasn’t for Mammon’s quick reflexes. He held on your chair, raising an eyebrow.

“M-Mammon? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now”

“Coulda ask you the same thing! You’re studyin’ here? You could do that back home.” He replied, still right beside you. You tried to control your nervousness, but you felt your heart pound with every second. You avoided his gaze and hesitated. Guilt began to settle in, realizing he was looking for you.

“Yeah. I just, got caught up. You can go ahead, I’ll follow soon.” You laughed. It was hard recognizing your own voice. You just hoped it’d be enough for Mammon. He let go of your chair and moved from your view. You let out a soft breath, as you clutched your book.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Huh?” You let out, turning around. Mammon stood behind you, facing the door. He shuffled around, to face you. There was an odd look of worried splattered across his face.

“You’ve been actin’ weird these few days. You’ve avoiding everyone, but, specially me. Did ya just forget we walk back home together? I didn’t say anything bad right? Did-“

“It’s nothing to do with you, Mammon.” You interrupted. Your finger fidgeted along the points of the pages. You didn’t consider how this would of effected them. Silence fell upon hearing footsteps from outside of the classroom.

“... can't believe a human like them, is getting special treatment... like it's really annoying how... they're kinda weird too haha... living at the house of lamentation? ugh! why them... hate living with a human...”

Their words cut in and out like an lost signal. You sighed, just relieved they didn’t enter the room. On the other hand, Mammon was fuming. No one had the right to bad mouth you. He teased you but that was just a friendly thing! He gritted his teeth, heading towards the voices. You had the moment to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Wait. Mammon, don’t.”

“Why? They shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that! Specially ‘bout you!” He spat, glaring towards the door. His protectiveness pulled on your heartstrings.

“It’s whatever, just don’t get involved.. please.” You whispered, slightly tugging him away from the door. He turned to look at you. Your eyes were soft, and full of worry. And yet the shined so bright along with the moonlight. It was almost as if the light was there just to accompany them.

“Is this why you’ve been weird?” He asked. You felt your soul sink a pit in your stomach. The look on your face was enough of an answer to him. You dropped your head down, defeated by yourself.

“I…I didn’t want to drag you into this. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.” You muttered. You tried holding back the tears but they puddled along your waterline. "I wanted to be able to leave you all out of it." Mammon stood silent but still stood beside you. Your tears ended up pattering along the floor, spread around your feet. Being so vulnerable and open made you feel absolutely mortified. You didn't want anyone to know about this, and even worse, let anyone see you cry about it.

“It’s not stupid.” He replied, placing a hand on your own. You didn't realize that you had your hand still wrapped around his wrist. "Anyone would be upset."

"Mammon, I'm not a child. I should be able to just push these stupid rumors away. I'm just too sensitive."

"There ain't anything wrong with that. It's okay to be sensitive... it's actually a little refreshing." Mammon replied, falling into a murmur. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. "It's like comforting."

You tilted your head. It was a bit odd to see such a timid version of Mammon. "I-"

"We all love you! So, hiding from us only hurts everyone. I'm your first, so hiding from me... is just unbelievable! Ya should be able to come to me 'bout anything!" He blurted, grabbing ahold of both of your hands. You froze at the sudden change. Mammon was not the best at showing his emotions. But, here he was trying his best to pour out his heart to you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working. Even if he wasn't the best at words, the thought really shined through. A smile slowly made it's way through you. You squeezed Mammon's hands.

"I love you too. Thank you. I.. didn't mean to worry you." You nervously laughed. The silence fell through again, as the two of you just stood in each other's presence. Your eyes glanced between your hands intertwined and Mammon's expression. He shifted his head a bit, looking around. But before you could say anything, he'd already moved in to kiss you. It was quick but unexpectedly soft.

"Sorry! I shoulda asked? I'm sorry!"

You could only laugh at how stupidly cute he could be sometimes. You pulled him into a hug. You didn't expect this to be an outcome of what today had in store, but you'd take it. It was better than crying in a classroom.

"Stop apologizing, and... kiss me again."

[k4g3hika]

FAVOURITE MISTAKE ━ imagine!

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve harrington was aloof. one moment he was loving and another he treated you like you were garbage. but at the end of the day, you knew he loved you. even if he was dating ms. perfect, nancy wheeler.

genre: angst

wc: 2.8k

note/warnings: this was based off season one steve! season two, three, or four steve would NEVER. so i warn you now that steve is a major asshole in this, and there is no remorse. there are mentions of sex and cheating. reader is the other woman no matter how much she wants to deny it. also shoutout to giveon for inspiring me to write this ToT. and!! thank you so much to @andvys for rekindling my love for steve harrington!! haha you inspired me to write again <3

tags: fwb, angst with really no comfort, reader and steve are 18+, DNI if you are under 18 please.

Steve Harrington was…aloof. One moment he was ignoring you, treating you like you were scum and the last thing that mattered to him in the world. Then, there were the times when he adored you. He treated you as if you were the love of his life and worshipped every part of you.

You wished that he acted like the latter every time. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much whenever you saw him prancing around with his picture perfect girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Who, he claimed to love to the core, but behind the door you knew that wasn’t true. You heard it from Steve himself.

“Steve…wait,” lightly pushing Steve off of your neck, you stare into his eyes as he bore into yours, “I have a question.”

“Okay, is everything alright honey?” He got up a little, pushing himself to your side instead of right on top of you. What you were about to say took a lot of bravery. It’s been on your mind for the last couple of weeks, but you just couldn’t manage to spit out the words.

“Y-Yeah, everything is great. I just…” you sigh and look at Steve, who was leaning on his elbow as he looked down at you. His touch gave you goosebumps as he brushed it on the little exposed part of your stomach that your shirt couldn’t cover. With moments like these, the intimacy was just too much. You couldn’t handle seeing him ignore you at school and adore you in the privacy of his or your house. The frustration was finally getting to you so you muttered, “Do you like me Steve?”

He scoffs, “well, of course I like you Y/N. I like every part of you-”

“No. I mean, like, do you like-like me?” Your face begins to feel hot. Steve’s eyebrow perked up and his touch along your stomach stopped.

“Yes, Y/N, honey. I like-like you. Why are you asking? We sound like middle-schoolers.”

Relief fills your heart. You couldn’t believe that he actually liked you. But before a smile could grow on your face, you ask him one more question.

“Then…why don’t we date? Like, with a label. If you like me so much,” your eyes drop down, “why are you still with Nancy…” the room got quiet. You could hear Steve’s pause in his breathing, before he exhaled loudly. His silence got you nervous, and you suddenly wanted to leave. You knew you shouldn’t have asked him. Now you’ve gone ahead and ruined everything.

But before you could leave, Steve gets back on top of you and puts his hands behind your neck. His thumbs begin to caress your cheeks. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, as his silence along with his eye-contact was making you nervous.

“Nancy is just…an image. She’s cute y’know. But you?” His lips land on yours for a quick peck. “You’re different. You’re my favourite.” At first, Steve’s kisses all over your face made you giggle and his reply to your question eased your heart.

But now, when you look back, you should’ve left Steve right there and then.

Noise from your phone interrupts your chain of thought. You finally look around your room, realising that you were not in fact at the Harrington residence. And in place of Steve, was your body pillow clutched tight to your chest. Recollecting yourself, you notice that the phone is still ringing, urging you to immediately get up and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Honey.” Your heart stops. Speak of the devil. “Can I pick you up? I miss you.” Looking up at the clock on your bedside table, the time reads out ten o’clock.

“But Stevie, it’s late-”

“I know honey, but I really want to see you,” you hear sighing on the other line, “please?”

You can never say no to Steve. Even if all your friends and family claimed this relationship to be toxic, denying Steve would be like giving up an addiction.

“Okay.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up.”

—

Steve’s BMW pulled up to your house and you wrapped your jacket tighter around your body. It was fall, prompting Hawkins to have this breeze brush through and freeze everyone in the process. He honks the horn, and you pull open your front door and rush to his car.

“Hey honey.”

“Hi Stevie.” You shyly mutter, jumping into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you. “What’s wrong-”

Almost instinctively, Steve kisses you straight away with a need you’ve never felt from him before. You try to protest, but he just pushes deeper, holding your face and attempting to pry your mouth open with his tongue. Beginning to get uncomfortable, you praise God that Steve finally leans back, looking at your equally swollen lips.

“Steve! What-what are you doing!” He leans back into the driver’s side, pushing his hair back with…was it frustration? “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“C’mon honey, I just wanted to see you. Why don’t you let me kiss you, hm?” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to see any clues in his posture, face, anything really, to see why exactly he was acting like this. Sure, there were times where either of you couldn’t wait to get your hands on each other, but this time it felt different.

Almost like Steve was trying to kiss and forget, like he had a problem weighing on him that he wanted you to erase.

But you cared too much to just be a memory eraser. You wanted to know what was wrong with Steve, and you wanted him to vent to you about it.

Like a couple.

“Steve, tell me what happened-”

“Y/N.” His sternness pulled your words back. “Can you quit asking questions? Jesus, you’re acting like you’re my girlfriend.” Silence ensues the conversation. You were taken aback.

It’s true, you aren’t his girlfriend. But…didn’t he like you? You thought you and Steve were more than this. More than a hello, fuck and bye.

You were, right?

“Listen, come here, ‘kay? Help me feel better and I’ll tell you after. If that makes you happy.” Pausing, your hands clench out of unease. You console yourself, promising that Steve was probably just frustrated and tired. Hopping over to the otherside, you sit yourself onto his lap and look into his eyes.

They looked almost empty, apart from the obvious lust that he had for you. But was there anything else? He said you were his favourite, Steve didn’t like Nancy, he liked you.

Steve pushed his lips onto yours, hands rubbing all over your back and lifting your loungewear. Caressing every part of you, he continued to kiss all over your neck, finding his favourite spot to leave a mark. Your hands gave a slight pull to Steve’s brown curls, emitting a groan from him and him pulling you even closer.

“Love you honey…thank you.”

That’s right. Steve loves you. Not Nancy Wheeler, not any other girl in Hawkins. Steve Harrington loves you.

Now, looking back, you notice that Steve never told you why he was so upset.

—

You walk up to Hawkins High, holding your textbooks to yourself. Chrissy says something that you don’t really pay attention to, probably something about Jason or cheer practice later that afternoon. The parking lot was filled with students, and even more as the school bus came around and dropped off more kids.

As the both of you came closer to the school, you knew that this was where Steve normally parked his car. Getting giddy, you try to take a peek at the familiar BMW, but in contrast, you see quite an unfamiliar sight.

Steve and Nancy were passionately arguing. Not that they didn’t argue, it was normal for a couple. However, this one seemed more angry, mainly coming from Nancy which was unique. She was the quiet type and usually didn’t get mad. Being nosy and all, you continue to stare in hopes of catching what exactly they were talking about.

“Oh my, is that Steve and Nancy shouting? Is the dream couple finally gonna break?” You hear Chrissy giggle beside you. Your best friend didn’t exactly know what was happening between you and Steve. At the beginning, before his public relationship began, she was made aware of your situation. But as soon as Steve and Nancy were a thing, you kept you and him a secret.

It’s not that you were embarrassed, you just didn’t want to receive criticism for what you were doing.

“Wait, Y/N, is that not your claw clip?” Looking up, you see an object that Nancy was holding in her hand. It seems to be the subject of their argument as Nancy had it in front of her, accusingly pointing it at Steve. Trying to take a closer peek, you see the familiar white clip that had gold lines engraved all over it. It glittered in the Hawkins morning sun and your heart came to a stop.

It was your clip. It must’ve dropped last night when Steve took it out of your hair. You swore you grabbed it, but then when it was missing this morning, you just assumed it was in your closet somewhere! You began to panic, and grab Chrissy’s arm to walk faster towards the school.

Turning around, you make eye contact with Steve. His gaze was low and angry, making your heart jump out of fear. You knew Steve wouldn’t get mad at you, but maybe he was just annoyed that Nancy was screaming at him. In a public parking lot at that.

“Y/N?!? What are you doing?” You walk speedily to your locker, opening it up quickly and stuffing your books inside. “Y/N? What’s the matter with you? You’re scaring me.”

You don’t know why you were feeling so anxious either. But, seeing how Steve was looking at you, it made your knees feel weak and not in a good way. Your arms held onto the books that were on the verge of falling out, shaking. Your arms were shaking.

“Nothing Chrissy! Just…see you at Bio, okay?” Leaving Chrissy in the dust after slamming your locker shut, you made your way to the restroom. Trying to ease your pacing heart, you rub your chest and get in front of the mirror. You know Steve likes you, so shouldn’t you be happy that Nancy found out about the cheating?

Cheating��it wasn’t cheating. You were with Steve way before he began to date Nancy. If anything, she was the other woman.

Oh God, what if Nancy sends whispers around the school about you and Steve. You would be seen as the other woman, even though you most definitely were not. Nancy Wheeler is the other woman.

Wait.

Suddenly, a smile etches on your face at the realisation of something. Steve and Nancy will surely break up, maybe already have, right? She found another woman’s clip in her boyfriend’s car. That should be the last straw. That means, Steve will finally be yours. And you and Steve will finally go public. This must be a sign. It was meant for your clip to be left in his car, it was for Nancy to finally realise that he didn’t love her.

He loves you.

—

Later that night, you wait for Steve’s call by the phone. It will come. You know it will. He will call you, say that Nancy and him broke up, and the both of you will finally go public. No more kissing in his car or his room, maybe you can kiss in the hallway, or even at parties. Steve Harrington will finally be in your arms, and you can actually call him your boyfriend.

However, instead of the phone ringing, a knock comes from the front door. You lift your eyebrow, looking down at the phone expecting something else. Maybe Steve wanted to do a surprise visit? He never knocks though…

More knocking came, and you lifted yourself off of your bed, going to the door while pulling on one of Steve’s sweatshirts that he gave to you. When it will be made official, might as well wear something of his right? Since you were going to call him yours and he was going to call you his. The thought made you giggle, and you open the door with joy etched onto your face to meet just the person who you were looking for.

But instead of relief, Steve’s expression was filled with annoyance. His hands were on his hips as he looked at you like a stern parent.

“Steve! You’re here-“

“Are you crazy?” He spat. Your heart came to a stop. “You left your clip in my car last night Y/N. Do you have any sense?”

“What?” You pull open the door more, wanting to pull Steve inside but he stood his ground. “Steve-”

“You know that I have a girlfriend Y/N. How can you leave your shit when you know she’s in there every day! You’re so fucking careless.” Steve heaves, wiping his eyes with his fingers. He really left you speechless, because instead of saying what you wanted to say, you could only stutter. “What, you have nothing to say? Did you want me and Nancy to break up or something? For what, so that you and I can be together?”

You purse your lips and thin them out, fingers coming together to fidget with one another. It felt weird, having what you wanted to happen thrown at your face in a fit of rage.

“God, this was all a mistake. Messing around with you, was a huge mistake!”

“Why are you saying these things? I thought you liked me, Steve.” Muttering your words almost like a whisper, Steve chuckles demeaningly. Your heart continues to hurt, however, you stay and stand in your place, ignoring the ache.

He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, listen, I like you…but for an entirely different reason. Way, way, different from Nancy…

You’re a good fuck.”

You felt your heart shatter. “W-What? What do you mean Steve?” You walk forward, attempting to hold onto his shirt. Trying to find solace in him, Steve responds by stepping back looking almost disgusted with your touch.

Why, why is he doing this to you?

“Trust me, we have fun. But I can never be in a relationship with you. So get that dream out of your head, and don’t leave your crap in my car.” Steve begins to turn around to head towards his car, stepping on the last bits of your heart with every step he takes. But before he finally leaves, Steve spins with one final heart wrenching comment.

“And take that shit off, I better not see you wear that sweater out. If Nancy sees, she might actually break up with me.” He chuckles, “plus, it looks fucking weird on you.”

A sob leaves your lips. Without any guilt or remorse, Steve gets into his car, reversing out of your driveway. You realise that he didn’t even turn off the engine, making you see that he really didn’t give a shit about you enough to think he was going to be here long.

You fought the urge to slide down your doorway. The last thing you wanted was your neighbours to see you helplessly sobbing on your doorstep. Opting instead, to close the door and sit on the floor. Covering your mouth, you cry, wiping your tears off with your sleeve.

You feel your shoulders shake with every sob of anguish that was pulled out from your body. Your hands felt like leaves shaking in the wind like the ones outside in the cool autumn breeze. Everything felt so useless and inside, you felt so helpless.

You were an idiot for thinking that Steve ever liked you, or even ‘loved’ you. But it just seemed too good to be true. All he wanted you for was sex, and it made you feel empty, as if starved from something you thought you had.

But, you couldn’t hate Steve. At the end of the day, you see that it was your own idea of Steve that made you stay.

You saw Nancy’s Steve. The affectionate one that kisses you in front of people and shows you off at parties. The one that takes you out to breakfast and dinner, and cuddles you on the couch.

You failed to see your Steve, who called you past nine o’clock at night, ignored you at school, and made you feel loved, only when no one was looking.

Steve didn’t play Nancy, no, the only fool who was a pawn at his game was you.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I'm thinking I'd really like to ask to get closer to finding out who's got a flashlight in Sunport...

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Haha that won't be this chapter either sorry!

105 for 🧟:

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“Cool,” Buck smiles. “You know, we’re sort of a team in Sunport. Family. Team. Whatever. It’s… I mean, you could have that again.”

“I already said I’d stay for a bit,” Eddie reminds him, good-naturedly. “You don’t have to convince me.”

“I’m just saying,” Buck shrugs. “Maybe you won’t want to leave.”

Buck doesn’t know why he’s hoping for this outcome, but he is. 

“You never considered sales before the end of the world, huh?” Eddie teases.

Buck chuckles. “Nah. I’m not good at being dishonest.”

Eddie smiles. “Good to know.”

It’s weird. Buck knows that Eddie is sort of on the precipice of freaking out. And that this has been a very rough few days for him. But still, Buck can’t help but feel a little thrill each time he manages to pull a smile or a joke out of him. Eddie has a lot on his mind. Bantering with Buck is the least of his priorities. And yet he’s still doing it, and Buck is fixated on getting him to continue. He’s not sure why. It just feels good. Good in a way Buck hasn’t felt in a while. 

Which is maybe ridiculous when he’s stranded in apocalyptic Los Angeles. He probably shouldn’t feel good at all. He should probably feel pretty bad. But as things calm down, and Eddie’s stress settles more into resignation, Buck ends up finding he’s sort of having fun. 

And maybe Eddie is, too? Because as time goes on, he starts returning Buck’s incessant chatter back full force. 

“Okay you can bring back any snack food you want or beer, but not both,” Buck posits as they pass over Sawtelle. “Go.”

“Go?” Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, like choose.”

“Oh, uh,” Eddie shrugs. “Beer.”

“Beer? That easy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies. “There’s no snack food I need that badly. If I’m going to resurrect a food item, it’s my Abuela’s tamales. Nothing else comes close, so might as well choose beer.”

“Hmm,” Buck says. “Decisive.”

“You don’t approve?” Eddie’s smile is amused. 

“More like, I’m surprised,” Buck replies. “Don’t you ever get like a sudden and overwhelming need for sour candy/”

“Uh, no?” Eddie laughs. “That’s not an experience I can say I’ve had.”

“Maybe your palette is missing some sophistication, man.”

“See, now I think you’re just thinking about this wrong,” Eddie argues. “If you choose your sour candy, that’s it. Now, if you choose beer, you can have sour beers whenever you have that candy craving.”

“Mmm, that’s true,” Buck says. “I didn’t limit the beer options.”

“You did not,” Eddie confirms.

“So you found a loophole,” Buck says.

“Gotta think strategically.”

“Yeah, I’m seriously missing the mark on these hypotheticals,” Buck laughs.

“Clearly,” Eddie nods. “Okay, I got one for ya.”

“Shoot,” Buck says eagerly. 

“All inclusive vacation to some fancy resort,” Eddie says.

“Damn that sounds good,” Buck practically salivates.

“Or, a day in like a real, populated city,” Eddie says. “Sports. Concerts. A real restaurant. The whole nine yards.”

“Fuck, that’s hard,” Buck groans.

“I know, right?” 

“Which sports? Which bands?” Buck asks. 

“Nope, can’t say,” Eddie replies. “Not part of the question.”

“Fuck, how can I evaluate my options?” 

“Unfortunately, you cannot,” Eddie replies smugly. 

“Okay, shit. I’m going to pick the city.”

“Good choice,” Eddie nods. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I could sit around a pool for a week.”

“Mm, yeah, it’d get boring,” Buck concedes. “Okay, my turn again.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Okay, you get live sports again or streaming services,” Buck says. 

“Sports,” Eddie answers easily. 

“You answered that too quickly!” Buck protests. “You have to think about it!” 

“I don’t need to think about it. MMA or Grey’s Anatomy? Hmm, so hard.”

[oksana-moods]

Queens of Promise - Smut Part

Summary: Following the trails of her sun kissed skin led you directly to a heaven that you soon learned you had been locked out of.

A/N: Okay, if you don’t read smut, this chapter is not for you, but worry not. Part 9 will be posted around the weekend of shortly after. Now if you do read smut, here’s a treat. Some sort of 8.5 part for the ones who enjoy this kind of reading and yeah I wrote roughly 4.5k words of smut. It was just so easy, it flowed haha. Please, tell me your thoughts.

Warnings: Smut. MINORS DNI! +18 ONLY! Explicit content, bad language.

Previous Parts here

“Between Heaven”

“I- I don’t know how to love.” You reply. You had had many experiences with women in bed or in any place actually, but you had never loved. And Wanda Maximoff, somehow, was so much more and again, you didn’t want to treat her any less than she deserved. “And you deserve more.”

Her brows furrowed at your hesitance, but one look in your eyes and she knew how scared you were. Maybe for completely different reasons but still, just a scared woman in front of another.

“You speak about what I deserve, but what about what I want?” Her words set your whole body on fire and you’re all but aware of how close she was. “And I want you to show me how it is.” Her confidence hit you full force and you couldn’t deny how bad you desired the woman standing in front of you.

You felt her hand caress your cheek then your hair, then back to your cheek. “Wanda, I don’t wanna do anything that you might regret.” You held onto your last shred of consciousness as if your life depended on it. Maybe not your life, but your sanity.

Wanda was about to link her lips with yours again, but refrained herself at your words, then looked at you and asked you to open your hooded eyes. “I want you to be the first to touch me. I won’t regret this.” Her voice was hotter than lava and melted every nerve in your brain.

Her body burned with the same desire yours did. Then, you let go of that fragment of consciousness and let your own instincts take over your entire being. “Your wish is my command, Your Highness.”

You pulled Wanda into your body and as soon as her body was fully flushed against yours, you pulled her in for a searing kiss, setting your heart ablaze. Your hands roamed her body as if desperate to feel her.

You kissed her cheek, then her earlobe before your lips found her neck. While you let your own desire dictate the rhythm, Wanda’s mind became a puddle of nothingness. She had never been touched like this before and only the gods knew how much she yearned for your touch.

While kissing, biting and sucking on her pulse point, your hand hovered over her breast and gave light squeezes, the best you could with so many clothes standing between your skins.

Realizing she needed more, much more than she was having, Wanda helped you ease the buttons of your tunic. Since you were disguised as a trader, your clothes weren’t so difficult to shed, but hers, it was quite the opposite.

As you walked to her back in order to take off the many laces of her dress, Wanda’s mind started to wander and wonder. You definitely moved expertly, so far, you knew where to kiss or touch as if her body was your own.

“I’ve heard stories about your…” She bit her tongue, trying to find the right words. She was taught that a princess shouldn’t use bad words or talk about profanities. “Sexual adventures.” She decided to find a common ground. Not too much polite nor too much whorish.

She closed her eyes and this time she bit back a low moan that tried to escape her lips when you bit the exposed skin of her back.

“Hm.” You hummed before biting her once again, this time slightly harder and, this time, Wanda couldn’t suppress the sound escaping from her mouth. “People like to talk. Why don’t you tell me what stories and I’ll tell you whether they are true or not?”

Wanda nodded, not fully certain that you’d see, but she couldn’t trust her voice. Your hands touching her over the fabric was maddening enough. She couldn’t even think about when you touched her bare.

Upon feeling that you were working on the laces, she tried to concentrate on said stories. They were vulgar but she’d be lying if she said she never felt a fever on her midsection once or twice.

“C’mon, Princess. I wanna hear it.” Your voice so low on her ear wrecked her nerves, little by little. In addition to that, the way you always pronounced the word princess made her blood boil, for you always spoke as if it weren’t her tittle, but a condescending call. And fuck, her body betrayed her resolves once more when another moan escaped her lips.

A low chuckle was the only thing she heard, but she knew you had seen what you were doing to her. You were experienced and she was just a woman about to be deflowered and, for the first time in her life, she didn’t want you to be respectful about it.

“You made love with a woman before her husband could. Called for prima nocte.” Wanda spoke one of the first stories she had heard about your libertine actions across the world.

“False.” One lace off and you kissed Wanda’s bare skin. The feel of her body against yours and the power you had over her was intoxicating, your heartbeat increased with every sound coming from her mouth.

“You took a whore as company when you went to a war against a rebel Lord.” Wanda found her voice but with all your ministrations was getting hard to focus on her memory.

“False.” You kissed her again. “She was a castle maid from Triskelion, not a whore.” You clarified and Wanda gasped both at your words and at your tongue touching her back.

“And you threatened to make love with said Lord’s wife if he didn’t stop with the rebellion.” Wanda’s voice failed her for the first time as your fingers touched the growing amount of bare skin of her back.

“True, though I remember using the word fuck.” Your voice was back on her ear, your hot breath was electrifying. “I’d fuck his wife and daughter if he didn’t stop the rebellion.”

Wanda gasped both at your words and at your mouth leaving a kiss on her earlobe before returning to your activity. There was something about the way promiscuous words rolled out of your tongue, her body was on fire and, though completely inexperienced, she knew you didn’t even start.

“And I didn’t have to enforce for his daughter came willing for me to fuck her.” You completed though Wanda’s mind was far gone, for she felt that you had reached and opened the last lace. She could feel her gown loose on her frame, yet you haven’t undressed her.

Shivers shot throughout her body as you left a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses over her back, the trail followed the perfect path of her back bones from the nape of her neck until her lower back. She felt your hands roaming her skin as if to touch-imprint the feel on your memory.

It was so chaste and so sensual at the same time, which sent her nerves into tatters and the redhead could feel the heat pooling on her midsection. If she were to be honest, it was embarrassing the effect you had over her body.

With your nose, you trailed her back up until your mouth was once again close to her ear and asked. “Can I?” Your hand gave a light pull on her dress so she could understand what you were asking.

She remained silent and you feared that your confession had scared her away, but it was short lived for her voice broke the silence.

“Please.” Right then and there, you realized, that there was nothing that you wouldn’t do if Wanda asked you with that voice. It was half whispered half raspy and full of crave.

With a light pull of your hand, the gown pooled on the ground at Wanda’s feet and although you were behind her, you saw her trying to raise her arms to cover her body. Only you stopped her by gently grabbing her arms.

“I won’t hurt you.” You whispered into her ear and punctuated with a chaste kiss on her shoulder. “If you’re uncomfortable, I can stop.” You were so turned on that your whole body shook, but you wouldn’t be a jerk and disregard Wanda’s feelings.

“I know. It’s not you.” You opened your eyes as you felt her moving and now her front was completely flushed against your body. “This- I’m feeling a little self-conscious. That’s all.”

Her insecurity hit you in the chest for you did not expect that. If anything, Wanda’s body was just as perfect as a sculpture could be. In fact, Wanda’s body was a shrine begging to be worshiped.

“You are perfect, Wanda.” You kissed her lips once, then trailed until her shoulders and back. “Let me show you just how much.”

This time, she didn’t give you an answer. Not with words, for that matter. She pulled you in for a kiss that could scorch your soul but only made your body crave hers more and more.

Almost impatiently, Wanda pulled your lower tunic and you got rid of your pants and soon you were skin to skin.

After guiding her to the bed, your mouth left hers and trailed down the sweet valley of her breasts. You tasted one, then teased the other before lavishing her nipples with the attention they desperately needed.

Wanda’s back arched once, then twice with every movement of your tongue around her hardened peaks, and it was perceptible that it was becoming hard for her to control the sounds coming out of her mouth.

You travelled southern on her body, never forgetting to kiss or touch every single inch of her silky skin and with every touch another jolt of pleasure coursed through her. And every moan made you wetter.

When you were a little bit lower than the line of her navel, and about to reach her intimacy, you looked up silently asking for permission. Wanda nodded at you through demi-hooded eyelashes, and you swore that you were yet to see sexiest sight.

You continued down and found her midsection already soaked. You had felt it while grinding your leg on it, but this sight, well, now this was the sexiest.

You had to physically refrain yourself from attacking her lips and clit directly, but you remembered that this was her first time. You couldn’t act like a deranged dog. So, out of respect, you planted small kisses on her groin, up and down on both sides until she was used to your actions.

Her breathing, though, became heavier with every touch of lips and tongue.

Then, you gave a feather-like kiss on her sex and chuckled when Wanda’s body jolted out of the bad.

“Sorry.” She apologized, but you assured her with another kiss, not so light this time.

Soon, you stopped with the kisses and started to lick and suck her clit in the rhythm of her moans and sharply intakes of air. As you started to properly eat her out, Wanda’s knuckles were white, grabbing the sheets for dear life and that sight drove your head into nuts.

Incoherent words started to fall from her mouth, but you couldn’t understand, and you knew the reason why she spoke so low. “You can speak out loud. No one’s going to hear you, except for me.” You reassured her with your signature smile.

“But I-.” She tried to form coherent thoughts as she popped on her elbows, but it proved harder than she had imagined. “These words are so unladylike.”

You chuckled and kissed her inner thighs just for good measure, but you liked the effect it had on her, nonetheless. “You can speak whatever you want, Princess. I’m sure I’m going to like.”

Not even sparing her a glance, you dived between her legs again and her moan was loud and clear this time. “Don’t hold back your pleasure.” Your ministrations pulling sweet sounds from her, and it was driving you insane.

After a hard suck on her clit, Wanda jolted again half shouting an ‘oh’. You could feel the pleasure building in her and she wouldn’t take long.

“OH.” She exclaimed and the flow of juices coating your chin and tongue told you that she had come. You locked eyes with her long enough to see her shy smile, making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

When she rested her head again, you lunged on to her intimacy for another round. The moans and jolts were accompanied by grunts and another set of incoherent words, though this time you could almost discern one or another.

Deciding to increase her pleasure, you used one finger to tease her entrance and her perinium “Oh my-.” She cut herself by biting her lips and you smirked, she was closer than you thought and soon, your mouth was rewarded with her juices again.

“Such a good girl.” You murmured as you climbed the bed so you could lay by her side. Wanda only smiles and has her eyes hooded, definitely enjoying the bliss of her orgasm.

“What you were doing down there,” Wanda’s raspy voice broke the silence. “It was so good.” and it was your turn to smile softly. Her body glistened with a thin coat of sweat and by the gods she got more beautiful with every passing second.

She opened her eyes and let her head fall to the side to properly look at you, there was this new emotion dancing in her eyes, and you wished you could categorize every single one of them for later contemplation.

Wanda lifted her hand and traced your features with the back of her index finger, it was slow and kind as if she too was trying to engrave your traces into her skull. “You are so pretty.” She said softly, voice much like an angel. “Your eyes, your lips… you’re driving me insane.”

The back of her finger touched your lips, and you pecked it lightly, earning another smile from her. You leaned down and kissed her once more. It was slow, almost lazy until she pulled back and asked.

“Is this taste…?” You chuckled at the poor woman in front of you. Like a full castle lady, she couldn’t let vulgar words pass through her lips, it doesn’t matter that she spoke one or two barely minutes ago.

“You, Wanda.” You kissed her again, languidly, and pulled back looking directly at her eyes. “This sweet taste is your sweet juice.”

You saw her cheeks tinting with a light shade of red and you laughed. The innocence right after what you just did wouldn’t match anyone else but her. You dropped your head and kissed her cheek once, then traced her cheekbone with your nose until your breath found her ears.

The redhead knew that this action was nothing compared to what you just did, the kisses and the things you made her feel, but she could feel her body reacting again. Her arousal flared through her body like a wave and the feeling was exhilarating.

When you kissed the skin right under her ear, the sokovian let out a strangled breath and you felt her hand coursing through your back. Her nails dug onto your skin right after you bit her neck the harsher until now.

Your lips were back on hers in no time and, for the second time that night, your leg was in between hers, this time the wetness pooled from her center but also from yours. The feel of this perfect woman exploring your body was maddening, especially after she learnt that if she squeezed your ass just right, she’d bring your hips onto hers.

Between sloppy kisses and ragged breaths, Wanda would probably make you cum by only grinding her and it wasn’t fair. Her power over you wasn’t fair.

Wanda moaned and all the pleasure she was feeling was everything and nothing at the same time. Somehow, she wanted more. She wanted you more, but she didn’t know how to ask for. Or even what to ask for.

However, she desperately needed to feel more.

The harshness with you groped Wanda’s ass made her hiss and bite your shoulder, earning her a moan from you. It was plain to see that she’d make you go insane by the dawn if you lasted that long.

You found yourself kissing and playing with her nipples again. If more comfortable with you and your ministrations or if because she was finally setting herself free, was unknown to you, but Wanda moaned loudly. It was music to your ears.

As your tongue swirled around her hard, swollen peaks, your hand traveled further down her body. The woman beneath you hissed and let her head fall back on to the mattress as your finger circled her clit.

The wetness coated your digits, making it easy for you to tease her folds, her entrance and go back to her clit. It was almost a pattern, sometimes slow and sometimes pressing her intimacy a little harder, but never really touching where you wanted. Or she needed.

You wanted to make sure Wanda would feel all the pleasure you could give, you wanted to make sure that her first time being touched would be as perfect and delightful as it can be. All you wanted was to love her properly.

It was obvious by her body movements that Wanda wanted more. Her lust was so high that she’d take your fingers and anything you were willing to give her, but you never quavered your ministrations.

With the tip of your middle finger at her entrance, you locked eyes with her and asked. “Can I?” There was no turning back now. After her answer, her life would change forever. Up until now it was all teasing and play, but now you offered her the real game.

“Yes.” She choked between deep breaths, mouth sexily hanging open and eyes wide with anticipation.  

You held eye contact as you slowly slid your finger passed her cunt and you felt her tight walls pressing your digit. Her face contorted with pain but also with pleasure and her mouth moved without speaking any word.

This woman would be the death of you.

You let her adjust to your length for a moment and when her chest weaved with calmer breaths, you started to move. Nice and slow. In and out in a lazy pace, you could feel her sex clenching around your finger, sending your nerves out of the window.

This new feeling, the feel of you inside her was effervescent, incandescent even. Her soul, much like her body, was about to burst with this new sensation. Her hips moved on their own accord, as if trying to meet your hand and increase the pleasure.

She tried. She tried moving faster but still felt like something was missing. She wanted more and this time she asked.

“More.” She breathed out and she wanted to slap your face after you shot her one of your daring smile. You were playing with her body, taking your time and finding pleasure in make her squirm under your touch like a needy virgin.

Although you were indeed playing the sculpture laying under you, you conceded her wish. You took your finger from her cunt and after a whine escaping Wanda’s lips, you pushed two fingers inside her. Walls once again clenching around your skin, sending goosebumps through your spine.

You could feel she was full, moving desperately to increase the friction because you still kept a steady pace. You wanted to see how far you could take her, for the sight of her writhing and about to beg was heavenly.

Incoherently words flew from her lips, and you knew what she wanted. You didn’t have to be experienced to know that. But you wanted her to give in to you fully. You needed her to.

“Use your words, princess.” Your hot breath on her ear and that tone again made her walls clench involuntarily. The way you used her title as a praise was infuriatingly hot and she had to admit you had her wrapped around your finger. Literally.

The shyness that refused to leave her the whole night, suddenly was thrown out of the window. Much like a shameless whore, she bellowed. “Gods fuck me. Harder.” The urgency of her command was emphasized by her nails piercing your skin, much like her existence punctured yours.

And who were you to deny any demand of this ruler? Who were you if not another servant willing to do as their mistress ask? Who were you if not the most devoted disciple of this goddess?

She asked and you delivered. You fucked her just as she had asked and if before her moans were loud, right now it was like her lungs couldn’t hold back any longer. Your name floated through her lips, and she enchanted it like a prayer.

The rhythm which you fell in with her body was like magic and you had never experienced it before in your life. Up until now, you hadn’t felt the pleasure coursing through your partner’s body like you did now. As she chased her orgasm it was like your own body could feel it too.

You could feel the pressure building within her stomach, so you cooed. “Cum for me, princess.” Again, the praise sent shockwaves through her skin, and it was all too much. She couldn’t hold this amazing sensation any longer, so she came undone.

Wanda’s screams as she reached her climax were certainly engraved in your memory for life and, much like the sight of her, you’d never forget the things she made you feel.

After you helped her ride her high, you took your fingers from inside her and you could see her eyes darkening with lust once you wrapped your lips around your fingers as to clean the juices coating them.

“Gods, the things you make me feel.” Wanda sighed and you snorted amused, wondering if she could read your mind like an open book. Or maybe she was a witch.  

“You’re beautiful, Wanda.” You kissed her lightly before laying down by her side. You could feel your core pulsating with need, but you wouldn’t ask her to touch you. Your adventures were probably too much for her already.

Your thoughts were sliced, though, as she turned her body to face you. Expectancy was evident in her face, but also something else. Again, she was unsure. You just didn’t know of what.

“I- I don’t know what to do.” She stated almost uncertain, and you frowned your brows in confusion and hurt.

One would think that after the night and pleasure you had just shared, Wanda would stop doubting of the undeniable feelings growing between the pair of you. But no.

She’s still feeling the bliss of the sex, yet, here she was, breaking your heart with her fears and will probably go back to her enchants of ‘we’re enemies’ as though you didn’t just pour your heart for her.

“Wanda.” You sighed, your wetness belonged to the past now. “We can figure what to do with this enemies thing in the morning, yeah?” You asked, eyes almost pleading for her to let you in, for once.

“What are you talking about?” Wanda retorted, now her brows were furrowed too.

“Weren’t you just second guessing what we just did?” You asked again, suddenly feeling a bit lost.

And definitely, a lot lost when Wanda laughed. You realized, with a start, that this was the very first time you saw her laughing this freely. Eyes closed, nostrils flaring and mouth wide open. She was like an angel brought to Earth.

Your heart literally fluttered watching her.

After her laugh died down, Wanda looked at your eyes and spoke. “No, you twat. I was saying that I don’t know what to do.” She let her hands roam your body a little as if trying to convey her message, then completed. “To make you feel good too.”

“Oh.” You muttered dumbly and she sneered at you again. You were so used to her withdraws that your brain automatically read her sentence as another one. “Oh.” You muttered again after your mind finally wrapped itself around what she meant.

“You don’t have to.” You assured her, with a small smile gracing your lips. “It’s okay.”

She shook her head lightly and shifted her body so now it was her turn to straddle you. The previous confusion now long forgotten, and your body shivered with anticipation. Your own arousal was back on full force.

“But I want to.” She purred in your ear as she lowered her body. The feeling of her nipples against your own was from another world. This woman had you at her mercy.

“Just do what your body says.” You whispered after you found your voice, for her mouth was already attacking your neck as if there was no tomorrow.

If anyone would’ve told that one single woman, made of flesh, could open the gates of the heavens for you, you’ve laughed. But here you were, knocking the doors of the paradise called Wanda.

Apparently, the redhead was a fast learner for her mouth was sent from heaven while playing with your nipples. But when she reached your sex, it was as if she’d suck the life out of you and by the gods the sight of Wanda eating you out whole mouth was the sexiest sight you had ever had.

Every kiss, every touch was like a thousands of blazing suns scorching your soul until you begged for forgiveness to every and all of your sins. Even the ones you haven’t committed yet. There was something spiritual in the way the auburn woman drove your body to a hidden place of pleasure.

Right then and there, you understood that the feel of Wanda’s love was like waking up into a perfect dream. It is like learning that you’ve been locked out of heaven this whole time and she was the goddess who guarded the key.

Much like the time, inexorably and inevitably, your heart fell for Wanda, for everything you possessed now belonged to her.

Body, mind and soul.

Part 9

taglist: @californianwhiterabbit

[atlasofthestaars]

Are you okay?? It's been a while

haha that's a lot of messages!

hi! i'm not dead <3 I'm back! sorry for my sudden disappearance! I've been busy with life! I've been on the grind for college and art, and somehow along the path I got a boyfriend ??? He uh. knows I make this fanfic, so maybe he can get me to update this faster

To be totally transparent, I have not written much. Like at all. I hit a major writing block before disappearing and then time flew and now we're here!

Am I dropping this story? Nope! I plan to update and finish this thing, even if it takes me months between updates, sorry about that haha

Well, I'll be working on chapter 17 now! I felt bad so I have the entirety of what I HAVE written below! It's just the intro flashback like usual so there's not much, sorry about that :(

“I’m surprised you said no to Sonya’s offer.”

You stared ahead, watching the sunrise over the cityscape. Gold and pinks stained the sky, the colors seeping into the clouds that passed by overhead. The air, though it’s been a week since the final showdown, still felt like it was scented with the ashes and blood of those who shouldn’t have died. Maybe it was because of your animalistic traits, but you swore it smelt fresh too. You tried not to close your eyes, or else you’d see those things again.

“Is it really that surprising?” You asked. Your voice was scratchy. You couldn’t tell if it was due to a lack of speaking or too much speaking. How much silence and talking you’ve been taking felt murky. The whole last week felt like a blur, in all honesty. You rose a hand up, massaging your throat. You heard a shift, and finally you allowed yourself to look at your companion.

“In all honesty?” Johnny’s voice felt like it had lost much of the grandeur. If you were feeling in a better mood, you would have maybe even joked about the rather plain way he was speaking. Making jokes, however, was the last thing on your mind. You watched him carefully, his shoulders slumping forward as he took a good long stare at you. Did you look as much of a wreck as you felt? You felt your body try and straighten up, to attempt to look somewhat put together. “Yeah, I kinda am.”

“Why?” You asked, still analyzing the actor. There was a long stretch of time where the both of you simply stared at each other. You noted the uncharacteristic eyebags, and just how…normal he looked. “Isn’t it obvious I would choose to stay with Lord Raiden and help those back at the White Lotus?” You inquired further. A tone of offense slipped into your tone, one that you only noticed until you saw the slight cringe from the man.

“Well, yeah, I guess.” Johnny replied, his face scrunching up slightly. It seems he was still reeling a bit at your harsher tone. “But you seemed so…adamant about working with Sonya over the last week. You wouldn’t even rest, sleep, or eat until either she or I practically dragged you out of whatever task you busied yourself with.” He pointed out.

“I’m just a hard worker.” You excused yourself. You decided to ignore the very, very pointed and judgemental look the actor sent your way. Hard worker was not even an understatement, it was simply wrong. You weren’t working to earn merits. You were working to distract yourself. Catching your mind drifting, you stared down at your hands, noting the many more calluses that would form from how much you’ve been writing lately.

You don’t think you’ve written this much in ages.

“Listen, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to make you spit out whatever’s been bugging you, because I think you won’t, and I feel like I already know what it is. But I will say I do know what it looks like when someone’s trying to drown themselves in something to distract themselves.” The actor told you in a strangely stern voice. He crossed his arms, staring you down. “But like I said, I know there’s no point in carrying that point on.” He sighed, running a hand through his unusually unstyled hair. “So what are you even planning on doing when you go back?” 

You paused, looking at the actor. Was he that good at reading people, or were you that exhausted that you could not even put up a convincing front anymore? You searched his face, trying to figure out which answer was the right one. Maybe it was both, you couldn’t tell anymore.

“Anything to help the world recover.” You told Johnny Cage. You knew your answer was vague, but you guessed it was better than nothing. Plus, what you said was true. You were planning on doing anything to help your community to rebuild. Whether it be helping rebuild the building of the Wu Shi itself after the invasion years ago, or to train new initiates with your father, you were willing to do it.

You could not let what happened last week ever happen again. Not as long as you were alive.

“Sounds like a tall task.” Johnny said, his gaze now settled on the pinkened horizon. There was a bit of wistfulness to his voice, as if acknowledging the terribly difficult task you had placed upon yourself. There was no doubt in his voice, though. Instead, it felt as if he knew that you’d be true to your word, even if it meant your doom.

“What about you?” You asked, suddenly feeling awkward as the conversation had died out. You hadn’t wanted your conversation with him to be entirely about you. Not only was it something you weren’t all too fond of in the first place, but it felt wrong especially when your conversation partner was someone as ostentatious as the actor. “What are your plans now? To go back to acting?”

“Honestly? Thought about that for a bit.” Johnny admitted, shrugging. There was a certain type of look on his face, one that seemed long for normalcy that he could never have back. “But after seeing all of this shit? I don’t think I could return to that life. I was planning on taking Sonya’s offer to join the Special Forces, kinda hoping you would too.”

“Really?” You said, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. Your eyebrows rose, before you felt a soft huff leave your lips. “Was it so you could have a friend in the force, or is it so you could have someone to bug in the force?”

“A bit of both.” The actor, or rather, soon to be ex actor, said. A hint of his signature smile was sent your way, and he crossed his arms. as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “With how long we’ve known each other, I can’t say I hate you. I could have done without the whole doom impending tournament that made us meet, though. Not a big fan. Plus, you being there would mean there’s one less hard ass there I’d have to deal with.”

“I’m honored.” You replied, hoping the sarcasm you were attempting was getting through even with your dry tone. There was a beat that passed as you considered your next words. “I’m not going away forever, Cage.” There was what you assumed was relief that twinkled in his eyes as you told him that. “I’m sure there will be help that Raiden will need from the Special Forces, and vice versa. Plus, I already told Sonya this, but if we hear anything about those revenants that Raiden spoke of, I want in. Not to mention, I’ll be sure to write.”

“Good to know you’re not abandoning us.” Johnny joked, but there was sincerity within his voice. He seemed genuinely glad you were not going to ditch any of them any time soon.

[sibillascribbles08]

@hotmothsummer Tumblr 100% ate this ask for some reason but thankfully it was still in my email SO

And listen when it comes to these prompts it is never "will this fit" it is "I will MAKE it fit" (Also I'm still taking these u can find the list here)

So here's some dads

Ah, what a nice and serene afternoon in the Hidden City Park. Sadly no warm sun to speak of, but plenty of soothing sounds between the pond, the fountain, a nearby musician playing saxophone and the chirps of… some kind of flying creature Jason never learned the name of. 

So relaxing to spend time here instead of in the office. 

How tragic that it shattered the instant his daughter let out a loud and frustrated screech.

“Nooo! That’s my ice cream!” Holly whined from just behind.

“And who payed for it?” Donatello replied.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s mine. You have your own!”

“So I can’t even taste yours? You’re being so selfish.” 

Jason let out a long sigh. 

“Daddy!” Holly clung to his leg with one arm. “Dad stole my ice cream.” 

Jason checked to make sure she wasn’t smearing the rest of hers on his jeans and rested his hand on her head to try to calm her down. Then he looked at his husband as the softshell casually wandered past them. He held his cup of ice cream high and ate such little spoonfuls as if he was oh-so innocent and couldn’t be blamed.

“Donnie,” Jason said. “Stop causing problems on purpose.”

“I would never.” He put his hand to his chest. “I just wanted to know what hers tasted like. I barely took a lick of it.” 

“You took a whole bite.” Holly held up her cup. An entire scoop was missing. “Look!” 

Donnie pointed at her. “You have no proof you didn’t eat that yourself.”

“I didn’t!” Holly wailed. 

Jason knelt in front of her before she got any louder and drew the attention of the other yōkai walking around. “Holly, hey, look at me.” He kept his voice low. 

Holly did, thought she kept her huge pout as a few tears ran down her cheeks. 

“I’ll tell you a secret.” Jason leaned closer so he could whisper. “Yelling is not how you get revenge on Dad.” 

She let out a gasp, and then whispered back. “Then what do I do?” 

“Ignore him. To start, hold my hand so he gets jealous.” Jason stood back up and held his hand out. Holly took it, choosing to lick at her ice cream for the time being. 

“Well,” Jason announced just a bit too loudly as he walked past Donnie who scraped the bottom of his bowl. “Holly and I are going to look for a toy store.” 

Donatello watched them just as he tried to shove his tongue into the container. “Huh? I thought you said we should go by the museum today?” 

“Yes, well, since you’ve made the decision to cast yourself into our daughter’s disfavor, I think I’ll take advantage of it and take back the spot of ‘favorite parent.’”

“Yeah!” Holly giggled and clung to his hand tighter. 

“Haha, hilarious.” Donnie mumbled and tossed his garbage into a nearby can.

Jason could already tell that his husband was only pretending not to care. And after arriving at the store and wandering around it became more and more obvious. 

Every now and then he’d dart over, some kind of toy in his hand, and try to show Holly how it worked. Their daughter would just stick her nose in the air with a, “Hmph!” and then cling to Jason’s leg. 

“You’re encouraging this on purpose.” Donnie pointed an accusatory finger. 

“I would never.” Jason mimicked his husband’s pose from earlier and put a hand on his chest. “But you know, if you want to avoid her scorn maybe you shouldn’t eat her ice cream.”

“It was one bite.” Donnie threw open his arms.

“You have a very big mouth.” 

“Yeah.” Holly laughed. “Big mouth!” 

Donnie looked down at her. “Be careful about that one, Holly Berry, you could end up with a mouth just as big as mine.” 

Their daughter let out a genuine gasp or horror and then sprinted out of the aisle. “Nooo!” 

Jason shook his head. He should follow, lest they lose track of her in the store, but it wasn’t particularly big and she never liked to wander far anyway. 

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Donnie asked. “Were you just mad she always invited me to play time and not you?” 

Jason rolled his eyes and stepped up to his husband. “No, love, I’m not nearly that petty. But you should apologize to her.” 

Donnie groaned. “I was just teasing her.”

“You ate an entire scoop of her ice cream. It’s a big deal to her.” 

“You and I both know she’s going to forget about it the moment we walk out of here with a new toy.” 

He shook his head. “She won’t forget. She’ll remember and be far more protective of her food the next time around.” He grabbed Donnie’s arm and shoved him in the direction their daughter went. “Go on. Apologize and offer to buy something to make up for it. I am not dealing with the two of you bickering during our day off.” 

Jason gave Donatello a moment to catch up to their daughter. In the meantime he took a closer look at some of the items that sat at eye level on the shelf. Yokai toys sure were a lot different than ones on the surface. Sure dollhouses and trainsets and the like were common, but why did the dolls move like that? Jason prayed Holly didn’t take one of these home or he’d definitely have nightmares if he saw it winking at him from a shelf. 

Movement caused him to look ahead. Holly ran toward him and ducked behind his legs just as Donnie rounded the corner. 

“Holly,” he whined. “I said I was sorry.” 

“I’m ignoring you.” She insisted. 

“Then how is Dad supposed to fix this?”

“Buy me more ice cream.”

“You can’t have more ice cream or you won’t eat dinner.” 

Holly screamed with her mouth closed and stomped on the floor so hard that Jason felt it. 

Jason turned around to look at her. “How about Dad gets you something from here?”

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “I thought you were going to get me something.”

“Well, I was just going to get you something small. I bet Dad could afford to get you anything you wanted in here.” Jason looked back at his husband before the softshell could protest. 

Holly gasped. Her gaze immediately shot over to the dollhouse displays. One of which had three whole stories, functioning lights, and full sets of furniture. She ran over and pointed at it, standing on her toes in the process. 

Donnie cringed. “How are we even going to fit that in her room?” 

Jason shrugged. “Figure it out.”

“Oh don’t talk like you aren’t also going to go insane when you keep tripping over all the little critters that come with that.”

“You shouldn’t have eaten her ice cream.”

“Jase!” 

Holly scampered back over to them. “Dad, please?” She stared up at him with her dark eyes. “Please, please, please?”

Donnie let out a defeated sigh. “Fine. But you have to let me carry you on my shoulders the rest of the day.” 

“Okay!” She already jumbled a couple of times and latched onto his arm when he offered it to her. With the skill of a squirrel she climbed up to his shoulder and then sat down, hands resting on his head. 

Donnie smiled up at her before shooting a smirk at Jase. “Hah, take that, now I’m back to being the cuddle favorite.”

“With a bribe.” Jason reminded him. He stepped past his husband and patted him on the cheek. “Now get that dollhouse so we can head to the museum.” 

Donnie looked at the display again. “How are we going to carry that out of here?”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Jase!”

[askbensolo]

Hope you’re okay man. Haven’t heard from you in a few days. I’m also sick so I feel it!

Dude, you got it too?? Horrible!!!

Yeah, that bug took me down hard. That, and the cute little depressive episode that I developed from not going outside or seeing anyone for a few days. It…was…kinda bad…and, um, a little weird—but—I’m here, and I got through it, and everything’s okay now!

So, uh…sorry for the radio silence. Congratulations. You’ve just experienced what it’s like to know me.

Speaking of which…Fannie’s kinda mad at me at the moment. I guess the good ol’ “yeah haha sorry for the late reply btw!!” has an expiration date. And…maybe…shouldn’t be used on girls.

I don’t know. I’m kinda mad at her, too. I mean…I wasn’t trying to ignore her. I’m always bad at replying, yeah—but I don’t disappear like that unless things are really, really bad for me. And…without going into too much detail…they were. I was definitely having some thoughts that I shouldn’t have been having. But I woke up yesterday morning and realized the galaxy isn’t terrible and everyone doesn’t hate me, sooo, now I’m all better and ready to go back to being a general nuisance!!

I wish she would be a little nicer to me. I am doing a lot better these days, but I…just have a hard time sometimes, and I don’t think that’s my fault. When I was feeling good enough again to text her back, I was hoping she’d give me some kind of encouragement, y’know, “I’m glad you’re doing better, I love you,” or something like that—but instead she just chewed me out for leaving her on read and made me feel like a bad person.

You broke the promise you made to me. You told me you would keep in touch. If you weren’t going to do that, you shouldn’t have told me you would. I’m feeling pretty upset with you.

don’t you care that I had a really hard week?

Of course I care. That’s why I kept messaging you every day, even though you weren’t writing anything back.

but now that I responded, you’re being mean to me. So…I don’t get what’s going on

Ben, can I call you?

No not right now I’m in the middle of helping Poe move in

When can we call?

I don’t know I’ll let you know okay?

And then I didn’t. And…that’s where things are at right now. And, yeah, I feel bad about it, but I also feel sort of betrayed, because she texted me “I’m thinking of you, I love you, I miss you, please message me back” every day that I wasn’t responding, only to get pissed and let me have it once I finally did reply, and that really hurt my feelings, and made me feel like crap, and like she didn’t really mean it when she was texting me every day and being nice to me, and I don’t think she’s sorry.

Did I promise her I would text her all the time? Yeah, I did. And I will, once we patch things up and figure this out. But I was really not doing good last week and I don’t think it would be fair to hold me, in that state, to any promises I may have made when I was mentally well—

But anyway—enough about women and their mysterious ways! I am feeling better now. In all respects. I’ve still got that annoying little leftover cough that specifically only resurfaces in embarrassing social situations, but other than that, I feel fine. I was able to go back to the gym today, and even though I’m a little weak from being sick, it feels good to move. My first day of work went…about as well as it could have, I think. Poe and Beebee-Ate have now been here for twenty-four hours without driving me fully insane. And, I walked around the university campus after dinner for old times’ sake, and laughed at all the college kids who still have to go to class at seven at night. Ha! Losers!! I’m done with my day at five!!!

[f0point5]

Freddie? Wtf? I tought he was her friend.

And her manager? What is she doing? Shouldn’t she be protecting her clients interests? And her mother?

I read the new part and I’m filled with rage!!! It took me a moment to remember, that these aren’t real people. I was ready to break some knee caps.

Lando really fucked up, I hope he realizes how difficult this whole thing is for her. Or at least start respecting her boundaries. Can’t wait to see how Carlos replays.

Also, what was he trying to teach her? She a model, she knows more than him. Maybe, If he took her golfing it would made sense.

Landooo 💀💀💀 Girly doesn’t even like having her photo taken and you wanted her in your video? I’m sooo confused

Missed you, I’m glad that you’re recovering well. My aunt always says If I don’t need three days to recover from my vacation, was I even on vacation? Being sick after traveling is just a sign your body is exhausted because you used every atom of energy to have a good time.

Freddie is her friend. It’s…complicated.

The issue with the management will be explained but basically Lauren isn’t the top of the food chain and Y/N’s mother has been a player in her career for a long time….

Haha Carlos will indeed reply to him, so those questions will be answered. Lando does not always follow advice to the letter.

Poor Lando. He has all the good intentions and just ZERO delivery skills. It needs to be studied.

Yeah like idk you travel and then you’re back and it’s like hey what are you going to wear to my wedding in September and this guy I was talking to resurfaced…I think my body went into shock 😂

[dirk-rider]

TT: I just can’t believe you’ve never experienced the pleasures of fast food.

TT: Like, not figuratively. I literally cannot believe you have never once in your entire life sat down and shoved a big mac into that bucktoothed mouth of yours.

GT: Well a mans got to keep himself in tip top shape if he wants anything to do with the ladies!

TT: I eat fast food. You still fuckin’ drool over me like a goddamn dog.

GT: Pshhhh.

GT: No i dont!

TT: …

GT: And even if i did you yourself arent a LADY! Lovely as that would be : )

TT: Oh, I bet.

GT: If you really are so insistent though i haven’t had dinner yet…

TT: Well my shift’s almost over, so if you’re serious you better get here fast.

GT: Oh right on! You dont need to worry my good bro! Im getting in the car as we speak!

TT: Don’t text and drive man.

GT: Ive got my trusty skulltop!

GT: And anyway with that logic you shouldnt be texting on the job! Im sure you’ve got other things to tend to.

TT: Not really. That’s why I’m heading out early.

GT: Oh! I guess i should have put that together haha.

GT: How early exactly?

TT: Like right about now.

GT: Well golly Dirk you could wait for me at the very least : (

TT: You’re right, I could.

TT: But I could also go home and play video games.

GT: : (

GT: Half the reason i decided to come over anyway was to see my good bro!

TT: Well it’s too late, I’m already in the car.

GT: But that means ill be missing out on seeing the real you!

TT: How about I call you. Then we can talk usin’ our voices and shit. Maybe that’ll help up the realism factor.

GT: Well i GUESS that would be close enough…

TT: Sweet.

So that’s how Dirk Strider ended up on the phone with his good buddy pal Jake English while he ordered his first ever fast food meal.

“So you’re gonna want to try the chicken nuggets, first off, because our chicken nuggets are the absolute shit,” Dirk explained, pulling into his driveway. “And I’d also order the fuckin… uhhh…. the double stack burger, since you like lettuce, and that shit has a lotta lettuce. Oh, and get one of the large fountain drinks, too, I just cleaned the machine today so there shouldn’t be any fuckin’ maggots infesting that shit or whatever.”

“Eww, Dirk, that’s gross! I’m going to lose my appetite before I even get there at this rate!” Jake replied, and Dirk could practically hear him wrinkle his nose. He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t worry bro I’m joking,” he assured him. “Mostly.”

Jake sighed deeply. “Well, I’m next in line, so anything else that’d get you off?”

Dirk blushed a bit. Jake was joking, obviously, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Dirk shut the car door and started walking inside as he replied, “If you REALLY wanna get me off, double that shit.”

“Heheh, alright bro, as you wish!” Jake replied, giggling a bit. Dirk smiled to himself at that. Obviously Jake wouldn’t be doing that, but it was still a thought he enjoyed. There was a silence for a moment as he reflected on this mental image, storing it away for later as he flopped down on his bed, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Alright, Dirk, now how do I order? I ask the metal robot box for food, right?”

Dirk came back to himself, and then remembered how much of a self sheltered dumbass his crush was.

“Yeah, roll down your window and when they say some shit like, ‘hello, welcome to [fast food place], I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready!’, you gotta say what you want.” He put on an admittedly obnoxious high pitched tone as he imitated his coworkers - he wasn’t really a big fan of some of them.

“Alright! Then that I will do! One moment!”

And so Dirk sat back and listened while Jake ordered, nodding approvingly as he did so. Jake ordered a double decker bacon burger, a six piece of chicken nuggets with honey barbeque sauce (just weird enough to be a totally Jake English thing), and a coke. All totally good, some of the best stuff on the menu.

And then he said “Oh, and double that order! I’d like two of everything, if you would!”

And Dirk practically melted into his bed.

He stayed quiet as Jake exchanged money with the cashier (Dirk’s manager), Jake joking about how “it only got busy when I got here”, which was honestly probably true. People DID seem to gravitate towards Jake English.

Eventually, he got to pull forward. As he was handed the bags, he gave an honest thank you, before a sound of confusion came from the speakers in Dirk’s earbuds.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Dirk asked.

“Oh! Well, I guess now that I think about it, I should have figured this would happen, but ordering two of everything seemed to include two drinks as well..?”

“Well yeah man, unless you specify that you only want one drink, they’re gonna think ‘double everything’ includes that shit.”

Maybe he was coming off as rude, and maybe his speech was becoming sloppy, but he was currently more focused on taking down the small tent in his pants than he was on explaining the proper way to order food.

“Well yes, I guess so, but… golly, what should I do with the second one? I already can’t drink an entire bottle on it’s own normally, and I was planning on saving the one I ordered for later-“

“I dare you to chug it,” Dirk replied, only realizing he wasn’t just thinking that after the words escaped his mouth.

Luckily, Jake stayed oblivious as always as he replied, “we’ll see if I have enough room left later,” laughing a bit. God he didn’t know how much that turned Dirk on.

“Right. Well, sweet. You got your food, you got your drinks, now what? Should I hang up or something? I can hang up if you want me to.”

“Oh no no no, dickens no! Dirk, I rarely if ever get to call you, I want to hear more of your voice!” Jake replied quickly.

“Wow, so you are absolutely desperate to listen to my voice, aren’t you? Not drooling over me my ASS.”

Jake chuckled a bit. “It’s normal to want to talk to your best bro for at least a little bit each day! And besides, I don’t know if there’s some proper form or whatnot to eating this food. Need I remind you, there’s a first time for everything!”

“Yeah, there is. But what really could be so different about fast food? You just kind of… eat it.”

“Well, maybe there is some proper order or such I need to follow. I don’t know, man!”

“Nah, it’s pretty simple. Take a bit of the burger, then wash it down with that coca cola shit, then follow it by dunkin’ your nugs in that soda like it’s some kinda sauce, really get it all sopping wet so you can eat it all good and soggy.”

A moment of silence followed, before Jake said, “no offense my good pal, but that shit sounds absolutely foul.”

Dirk chuckled a bit. “Nah, nah man, you have to try it. That’s the only true way to eat chicken nuggets. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, thank you for your advice, but I am afraid I won’t be doing that,” Jake replied, laughing along with him.

The two boys proceeded to make dumb suggestions and jokes the rest of the way to Jake’s home, until eventually Jake exclaimed, “Home at last!”

“Cool. Can’t wait for you to go inside and start shoving that shit in your mouth. Make sure to put on a show for me, alright?”

“Heheh, right-o!”

Dirk heard a door shut, then heard Jake yell, “Anybody home? No? Alrighty then!” and then heard another door shut.

“Jade’s not there tonight?” Dirk asked.

“It doesn’t appear so! Probably out gardening or volunteering or something.”

“Huh. Well that’s cool,” Dirk said, trying to tone down his excitement. “Maybe you can like, I dunno. Let loose now or some shit.”

Man was he good at hiding what he was thinking.

“Sure can! I can do almost anything I want tonight, and you’re going to bear prime witness to it all!”

Dirk smiled. “No, I’m not WITNESSING shit, man. I can only hear you, remember?”

“Well sure, that is true, but that’s all a matter of semantics. Who knows, we really should hang out soon anyways!”

“With or without food?” Dirk asked, rolling over in his bed.

“It depends on if this is really all you cracked it up to be! And there is really only one way to find out!”

Dirk could hear the familiar crinkle of fast food bags being opened and unwrapped, then the sound of chewing, then the sound of a hearty swallow, and then,

“ZOUNDS, Dirk! You were absolutely, positively right about this! Dear lord, this is amazing!”

Dirk could only imagine the face Jake was making. It sounded like he was making that face he made when he was super excited about something, the one where his eyes shot wide open, sparkled, but still somehow crinkled at the edges with his smile. Dirk buried his face into a pillow to muffle the sounds threatening to escape him.

Luckily, without needing any further comment from him, Jake continued eating, and the way his mic was set up was right against his throat, so Dirk got to hear every little noise that came from him. And god damn if they weren’t good sounds.

Jake surely wasn’t aware of this, and he’d most definitely move it if Dirk said something, so instead Dirk chose to maintain a comfortable silence on his end as he listened to Jake English absolutely devour a burger. Usually the sounds of eating made him slightly uncomfortable, but picturing JAKE making those noises? That was another story entirely. And those moans of satisfaction? Pure aphrodisiac. After only a few moments though Jake had already finished.

“Mm, gah, I need something to drink!” Jake exclaimed. “That was good, but absolutely parching, heh!”

“You got soda, don’t you?”

“Well yes,” Jake said, “that is true! I’ll go grab it!”

“From where man?” Dirk asked, admittedly somewhat disappointed that the display was already on pause.

“Oh, I set it down on my bedside table,” Jake explained, his voice surrounded by the sounds of a microphone that’s set a little bit too sensitive. “My hands were full.”

“Ah.” So Dirk waited in anticipation till he heard Jake plop back down in his spinny desk chair.

“Alright, here goes! Cheers!” Jake exclaimed. When Dirk didn’t reply, though, he repeated himself, albeit a bit less enthusiastically. “Um, cheers, bro? You have to say it back,” he chuckled.

“Nobody says weird shit like that but you.”

“Well then, I’ll instead say: bottoms up!”

“You do you.” Dirk then quickly tensed again as he heard the almost annoyingly close sound of a bubbling liquid making it’s way down Jake’s throat, and man was he swallowing fast. Eventually though the noises slowed, and Dirk heard a short breath out, followed by a short gurgly burp that seemed to surprise Jake just as much as it did Dirk.

“Hah, excuse me, Dirk! Wasn’t - wasn’t expecting THAT, heh,” Jake said, his voice rising a bit.

“No, it’s cool, man. I really don’t care.” And what a lie that was.

“Al-right, if you say so, bro,” Jake chuckled. “What next, though..?”

“You should try the chicken nuggets. That shit is fuckin’ bomb,” Dirk told him.

“Well then, guess I will! If they’re anything like those patty sandwiches, I’m sure they’re positively delightful!”

“Yeah. Whatever the fuck a patty sandwich is.”

Jake either didn’t hear or didn’t care to respond to that, instead digging around his bag for the small packets of honey barbeque sauce. When he found it, he made a sort of triumphant sound. And as he began eating these, Dirk’s thoughts were only getting hotter and hotter.

Every sound of delight, every smacking of the lips, every pause for a drink just left Dirk hungrier and hungrier, but he had to keep his cool. Even if the mental image of your best bro/biggest crush eating fast food was the exact opposite of “cool”. Jacking off while on the phone certainly wasn’t cool either, and so instead he just clenched his jaw and squeezed his poor pillow harder. Jake would occasionally make comments of course, unable to bask in his own sound as Dirk was, but Dirk would simply give his usual noncommittal reply of “yeah” or “huh”. It was easier that way for him really.

After what felt like quite a bit too short, though, Jake finally gave a somewhat disheartening “aw”, and now Dirk was the one sparking conversation.

“What’s wrong, man?”

“Oh, nothing really! Just finished the box quite a bit quickly, aha!”

“Oh yeah.”

“…”

“Well, you still got a whole other bag of this stuff, too, y’know,” Dirk pointed out. “Not like you’re out of food for a while.”

“Oh I guess that is true..! Here, let me grab the other-“

But it was now or never, and Dirk knew his hormonal high wouldn’t be lasting too much longer if he didn’t do something about it, so he did.

“Hold on a second, you promised me a show, remember? We’re not gonna look back and laugh at your first time eating fast food otherwise. We need some excitement and shit to really add stakes.”

“What do you mean? What would you want me to do to… make a show of things?”

“Uhh.” Dirk paused a moment, hoping it’d make it seem like a spur of the moment recollection and not a nightly fantasy. “Remember when you said you’d chug that soda? Do that shit I dunno.”

Jake went quiet a moment, seemingly thinking, before eventually replying, “Well I can’t seem to think of a reason not to!”

“Hell yeah. Chug chug motherfucker!”

“Heheh, alright!” Jake replied, unscrewing the cap of the second one. And Dirk most definitely noticed that this was a new bottle, the slight click of the seal being broken telling him just that. And he also most definitely was not upset by this. He heard a sharp fizzing noise, then a somewhat shaky breath on the other end, and then the sound of Jake English gulping down a bottle of soda.

Dirk wanted to say something, ANYTHING to distract from how absolutely amazing an experience this was for him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to speak. The sound of swallowing liquid was just so mesmerizing to him, he couldn’t turn his attention to anything else.

Soon though, Jake’s lips parted from the bottle, and as they did so a low, breathy belch came out of him. This time, though, he did not excuse himself, rather just exclaimed, “Hn - gosh, Dirk, all that and it’s still not done!”

Dirk inhaled sharply.

“W-well then, keep going man,” he replied, his own voice shaking with a hideous combination of arousal and nerves. “I’ve chugged lots of drinks, I’m sure you can too, heh.”

“Well of course I CAN, Dirk,” Jake said, making it sound like the concept was obvious, “but it’s a matter of how FAST I can. You yourself never even have any - ahem - eructations, which is honestly something I envy! Especially seeing how quickly you can down a whole bottle-“

“Yeah but this isn’t about me, man. I can do that any old time. I dared YOU to, remember? So uh- hurry up, man!“

Dirk was becoming antsy, the bulge in his pants becoming hotter, more painful by the moment. He knew he had to go soon, he had to do something about THIS. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet, he had to experience just a bit more.

“Well, alrighty then! I can’t leave a good dare hanging!” And so he continued gulping down the drink, this time each swallow seeming much more forceful, more liquid going into his throat than was going all the way down. And, as the bottle began crinkling, a sign it was finally empty, Jake threw it down on the table triumphantly.

“Ya-hoo! I did it, Dirk! Did you hear that? Drank an entire bottle on my own-!” a gurgling noise made itself known in Jake’s throat. “Oh, one moment.”

Dirk heard a thumping sound, like Jake was banging on his chest, and he could just imagine so perfectly Jake holding one finger up as he did so, in an “i’ll get back to you” sort of way. And then the gurgling noise got higher and higher, and then the noises ceased for one split second of silence-

And an explosive belch came from the speakers in Dirk’s earbuds.

The mic clipped as the eructation was happening, and Dirk’s heart was going faster than it ever had. He had to bite his cheek hard to keep himself from moaning, tensing his body with all of his might. And when it was over, Jake’s chair creaked as he leaned back and sighed.

“Oh, MAN, Dirk, that felt - that felt good,” he said.

Dirk had to agree.

Rather than saying that, though, he instead ended up stuttering out, “I- uh, I have to mute myself real quick, you can - keep doin’ your thing, though. Uh, yeah.” He then quickly muted himself and began unzipping his jeans.

“Oh, alright Dirk! Will you be back soon?” Jake asked, sounding almost disappointed.

Dirk grimaced as he reached back up to unmute himself. “Unh, yeah. Yeah, man.”

“Oh, good! I’ll be waiting!”

Dirk nodded as though Jake could see him and muted himself again before struggling to pull his pants off and throw them to the floor. Finally clad in just his boxers and tee though, he reached under his waistband and inhaled sharply, involuntarily gripping his dick as he heard Jake unwrapping the other burger.

Shit, he’d forgotten about that.

When Jake continued eating, now that he seemed to think Dirk was gone, he ate much less tactfully. He moaned a bit more at the new flavors, took longer drinks, allowed himself to let out short burps between bites…

It was better than any shitty prno Dirk had ever watched, and he couldn’t even see this guy. He could only imagine though, the look of ecstasy on his face as he took large bites, tearing his meal to shreds. It gave Dirk more than enough push as he got himself off, the sounds of Jake’s ecstasy mixing with Dirk’s pleasure to create a beautiful, horrible noise.

After only a few short moments (though they seemed very long to Dirk) he had his own cum smeared across the head of his boxers, and he was left gasping for air, body limp as Jake simply continued on, completely oblivious to what his friend was doing on the other line.

As Dirk’s mind was fogged over, he began feeling disgusted with himself for the way he had acted, and he wanted to get mad, punch himself square in the face. But he also felt a deep sense of relief and ecstasy, the kind one can only get from having his fantasies played out in front of him.

Finally, Jake leaned back and let out a belch that he muffled with his fist. Dirk could her the sound of him slapping something like a beach ball, but he knew from experience that it was actually the sound of an overstuffed stomach, and it almost made him want a round two. He sighed and shook his head, though. That could wait for later, at least until he was off the line.

So he reached back up and unmuted himself, and the short “bing!” sound alerted Jake to his presence.

“Oh, Dirk! You’re back! Is everything alright?”

Dirk breathed deeply before answering.

“Yeah, Dave needed some help. With uh, his computer. Dude can’t understand computers for shit, always needs help with some update or whatever. And I didn’t want to - embarrass him, so I muted so you couldn’t hear his cries of fuckin’ agony as he realized all he had to do was turn the thing off and on again. Heh.”

Dirk grinned at how well he was able to bullshit that response.

“Oh, alright! That would make a lot more sense than what I was- no, never mind that. Um, I ended up finishing everything without you, sorry! I know you missed the ‘show’ and whatnot, I just couldn’t help myself!”

Dirk’s heart jumped a bit at that.

“Nah, it’s alright. Totally cool. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said simply. Such an understatement.

“Yes, I absolutely did enjoy it! Y’know, I really should have come on over as soon as you started working there. I missed out on some premium meals!”

“Yeah you did. But there’s always a spot in the to-go line for you. Or, hell, even in the regular line. I’d get to see more of you that way,” he smiled. Was he flirting? He honestly didn’t know.

“Oh, yes, I’d love that! I quite enjoy seeing your face, too, you know!” Jake smiled back at him. And he was definitely flirting. “In fact, before you go, could you please turn on your camera? I never did get to see you.”

Dirk blushed a bit, though it was hardly noticeable against his post-cum flush.

“Only if you do too, man,” he said, if only to buy himself time as he got up to walk half naked to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or a towel, if you’re a one of those fans.

“Ah, fine, if you insist,” he heard Jake chuckle as Dirk was wetting the rag. “Let me open the call on my husktop quickly… let’s see here…”

In the amount of time it took for Jake to boot up his computer and connect the call to it, Dirk had cooled himself down enough to look presentable. He quickly walked back to his bedroom and put his glasses back on before he turned on his phone camera, angling it upwards a bit to a) make himself look cooler and b) hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants.

“Oh, Dirk! Looking gorgeous as ever, I see!” Jake said when he finally noticed.

“Yeah man, looking and feeling like fifty bucks.” He couldn’t hide the small grin on his face.

“Well here, one moment… and- there we go! Camera is on- oh!”

Jake must’ve only then realized how much his stomach was pushing out.

It was quite a sight, really, his face and shirt coated in crumbs and grease as his shirt rode up on his stomach, unable to hide the massive excess he had indulged in.

Dirk’s eyebrows raised and he quickly took a screenshot before Jake could fix this.

“You’re looking good too, man,” Dirk said, hoping it came off as another joke, thoigh he couldn’t hide how impressed he was. “Reeaall good.”

Jake pushed his computer screen up so the camera wasn’t on his stomach anymore, only really capturing his upper chest, face and ceiling now. He then made an attempt to pull his shirt back over his stomach.

“Oh stop, haha,” he said, blushing a bit. “Sorry you had to see that!”

“No no, it’s cool,” Dirk smiled. “I do gotta get goin’ though, much as I love staring at you,” he chuckled.

“Aw alright, so soon? I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jake asked, looking hopeful.

“Yeah man. I’m not missing school if you’re there.”

Jake grinned. “Sweet! Fistbump for good luck!”

Dirk chuckled and raised a fist to the screen and the two fistbumped, Jake then pulling back and imitating an explosion.

“See ya, man,” Dirk smiled.

“Goodbyeee!!” Jake replied, and the screen went dark as he hung up.

Dirk quickly swiped up to his photo gallery, pulling up the screenshot he had just taken.

Now he had jack-off material for at least two months.

[obsessivelyloved]

I feel like I’m addicted to writing about the animatronic au. Something about it…

Anyways, here is a short writing where Edd sneaks into the park before anything goes down. I think I might write another thing where Edd witnesses the security guard’s death and maybe even one where he encounters Pat and Paul as well :)

……….

The moonlight shines from above, allowing Edd to see the fence he is climbing perfectly. Was this dumb? Sure. Did Edd care at the moment? Not really.

He pushes himself up, pressing his fingers into any grooves he can find and using them to pull himself upwards. It is a pain to climb this fence, but Edd thinks it will be worth it. The knowledge that his new friends will be on the other side of it presses him to continue.

Sure, he only has met them once, but they are the only people to offer him friendship in a long while. And yeah, they may be made of metal and wires, and his parents really did not like the idea of him attempting to get closer to them, but he could care less at this moment.

With one final push, Edd finds himself at the top of the fence. He lets out a breath as he then throws his lower body over the fence and lands on the other side. Beads of sweat fall from his head, which he quickly wipes away with his arm. If Edd has to climb that fence again, he is sure he will fall.

“Edd!” A voice calls, and instantly he knows who it is. Purple sleeves arms wrap around his body and hoist him into a tight hug. “We’re so glad you could make it!” Matt exclaims. Over Matt’s shoulder, Edd can see Tord and Tom behind him.

It is a few minutes before Matt finally sets him down, but he keeps Edd’s hands gripped in his. “We were so worried you wouldn’t make it over! The security guard has been a bit more active lately, so we feared you would be caught!” Edd giggles at Matt’s enthusiasm. “Don’t worry. I did everything you guys told me to do.” He replies.

“Speaking of that, you remembered to bring the map we gave you in case you get lost, right?” Tord asks, to which Edd goes slightly pale. “Uhh…” he trails off, remembering that he left the map sitting on his bed before he snuck out. “… I forgot.”

Tom snickers. “You should be fine. As long as you stay close to us, you shouldn’t get too lost.” Matt lets go of Edd’s hands, but he moves one around Edd’s shoulders. “Hey, we should go play on the arcade machines!” Edd’s eyes widen in surprise. “This place has an arcade?!” He exclaims, to church Tord snorts and Tom snickers again.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you never saw it earlier. I think you’d enjoy a lot of the games there. Just don’t play any of the shooting games against Tord, he wins literally every time.” Tord lets out a laugh. “He’s not wrong.”

Edd feels Matt’s hand gently nudging him forward as the four of them begin walking on the park grounds. Sure, the robots are a bit odd, but Edd thinks they are friendly enough. Edd lets any vague worries he has fade away from his mind as he walks with them, conversing and laughing with them.

…

“Oh you got to be fucking kidding me.” Is the only thing Thomas can think of as he sees his younger counterpart, along with his friends’ younger counterparts, walk through the park with a kid amongst them. Of course they brought a child to the park, because why wouldn’t they?!

Though, anger is the last thing on Thomas’s mind as fear courses through his wires and overrides his systems. The last time there was a child lost after hours…

He shakes his head. He has to tell Red about this! They can’t let the same thing that happened last time happen again. Once the four are out of sight, Thomas sprints away to find Red. He must hear about this immediately! They can’t let another child die at the hands of a security guard…

ROBOT PEER PRESSURE REAL. We have cameras in the back at work now and I had to read this in bits and pieces in the blind spot 😭. It’s so good!! I kept thinking that joke the whole time haha, they really convinced Edd to hop that fence after hours.

I really love that last piece with Thomas!! The horrors the future guys have seen…. I might actually write that out when I get a chance. Thanks again for sending this!! I really enjoyed reading it!!

[n0stalgicv0id]

Haha frankly you shouldn’t ask me so many questions either- I will never stop talking and your blog will end up looking like nothing but a silly back and forth between the two of us 🍓 I think it makes sense that you understand French since it is a Latin language very close to Italian ! I, for example, study Spanish which is quite easy since it’s very alike to French due the etymological roots of the words.

As for music it depends for me ! I enjoy all types of music even the silliest one though I always find myself gravitating towards poignant texts that resonate deep within my core because, I’m a poet at heart- My favorite Opera has to be Madama Butterfly by Puccini, especially with Maria Callas in the lead. I have such a great admiration for this woman 🍓🫶 !

How kind of you to associate a song to me ! A lot of people link LaLaLand to me for some reason ? I don’t know why but that’s really sweet ! You remind me of a song by a French band called Téléphone! It’s called "Un autre monde” since you seem to be very attached to everything nostalgic and dreamy, the vibe of the song fits you well too I feel !

Ahah sorry, I just enjoy to shower people with questions when I find them interesting! People will be so confused if someone stalks my blog but I don’t mind, this is my place. Are you perhaps getting a degree to languages? I always wanted to do that but at the moment I’m way too busy, maybe after I end my studies (probably never).

Madame Butterfly is such a classic one but it’s always majestic to see the different versions. The best thing about theater is seeing different costumes in all productions. It may seem obvious to say but I enjoy Otello, shakespearian works are my favorite. And Giuseppe Verdi was an amazing composer. I got the book some months ago but I still didn’t got the chance to start reading it as I continue to compulsively buy new books. It’s like an Spare me, my desk is full of stacks of books. Since you like Madame Butterfly I found some pics of 6 years ago when I visited Puccini’s house. Sorry if the quality isn’t the best but here, extremely sorry about Turandot’s dress but the glass was ruining everything so cheers. Here you go:

I still remember vividly the dress, it was so gorgeous and long. Showered in jewels and from what I recall this is the 1st version of the 1907 dress, II act. Maybe next year I’ll visit again so I can take new pics.

I never saw la la land, I just listened that song some weeks ago because they asked me to sing it so yeah lol. But it’s been in my watchlist since forever. I heard the song and it’s totally my style! I enjoy french music but I’m dry on the subject, I mainly listen to stromae and gims.

Sorry if I took so long to reply but I was looking for those pics on my pc :(

[trenchcoatimpala]

Well, here it is! Written for: @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes sorry it’s a month late haha!

Maybe it ain’t such a bad thing

“Sam, behind you!” Dean shouted as he dove for his gun, hoping Sam could distract the witch long enough for him to get in a shot. 

The witch shouted something in Latin and Sam went flying; Dean’s hands closed on thin air as she pushed the gun away. Dean tried to stand but she shoved him against the wall, the air being driven from his lungs. She began to chant, and Dean realized there was nothing he could do to stop the impending spell.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sam get to his feet, but by then it was too late. The spell was cast, Dean was hit with a glowing blue light that traveled right from his chest up to his head and seemed to nestle somewhere inside his brain like an itch he couldn’t scratch. A gunshot rang out and the witch fell forward, dead. 

“You okay?” Sam asked, reaching for him. 

Dean let Sam heave him to his feet. “Yeah, I dunno what she hit me with but it was weird.” 

“Well, it shouldn’t affect you anyway, the witch is dead.” 

“‘C’mon Sam, you’ve learned nothing. Just ‘cause the witch is dead doesn’t mean the spell is. And this one felt kinda…” 

“What?” 

“Nestle-y.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Nestle-y?” 

“Like it nestled inside me, burrowed under my skin, that kinda thing.” 

“Nestle-y isn’t a word, Dean.” 

“Shut up, it could be a word.” 

“It’s not. “

“Well sorry, not everyone had the time to memorize the dictionary in eighth grade,” Dean glowered. That itch was back and it turned something ugly in his chest, a resentment towards Sam that he really didn’t like the feeling of. “You know, some of us had to keep food on the table and make sure Dad didn’t piss on himself in the night, so sorry if my knowledge of the English language is unsatisfactory. I sacrificed my education for yours.” 

Sam stared at him, a thousand different emotions flickered across his face and Dean knew he should feel guilty, there wasn’t really a reason to go off on Sam, but sometimes he felt like Sam lorded his intelligence over him and it kinda felt fucking good to say it for once. 

“Dude, I didn’t mean it like that. And I… I dunno I guess I never really thought about what you gave up for me. I knew you gave up a lot but I thought you just didn’t like school.” 

“I didn’t, really. I could’ve been good at it if I tried but there wasn’t a point and I learned enough to help you when you needed it. But now it’s too late to go back and I’m just your idiot brother.”

“You’re not an idiot, Dean. Or stupid by any means. You’re actually really smart.” 

“Yeah, well, thanks. Can we go?” 

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. 

Out at the car, Sam followed him to the drivers’ side and Dean turned to glare at him. “What?” 

“She did something to you, Dean, I don’t think you should be driving.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” 

“Get in the car, Sam.”

Dean glared at him until he relented and went around to the other side of the car. “Sometimes I really fucking hate spending every waking hour with my little brother,” he said into open air, away from Sam’s ears. 

He climbed into Baby and set them off towards the bunker. “I need a drink,” Dean muttered. “And I need to talk to Cas.” 

“What do you need to talk to Cas about?” Sam asked. 

“What?” 

“You said you need to talk to Cas.” 

“I did?” He remembered thinking about talking to Cas. “Did I say that out loud?

“Uh, yeah.” 

Sam was looking at him funny; Dean swallowed a rising lump in his throat. “I just want to see him. I need to see him.” 

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Okay.” 

Dean turned up the music and started singing along so he didn’t have to say anything else to Sam. 

Cas was in the library when they walked in and Dean couldn’t help but smile when he saw him. “Hey, handsome,” he said. “Man that feels good to say- wait- shit-”

“... Hello, Dean,” Cas replied, looking at him quizzically. 

Dean could hear Sam holding in a laugh behind him. “I- uh-” he was blushing, he could feel the heat on his face. 

“A witch did something to Dean,” Sam explained. 

“What?” Cas asked, stepping closer to Dean. 

Where Dean normally would’ve moved away, he didn’t. “You can get closer if you want, I don’t mind. I know I’ve said I mind in the past but that wasn’t true I just worried that I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you kept standing so close- what the fuck is happening to me?”

“Dean, I have a question for you,” Sam said. “Do you have a thing for Cas?” 

He couldn’t stop himself from answering, the thought was propelled from his mouth “Yes. Shit. I mean no. Well, that’s a lie, I mean yes, but I don’t like to admit it because I pretend I don’t like guys but I really do and Cas is really hot and I’ve liked him for years- well, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him- fuck.” 

“Holy shit,” Sam said. 

Dean risked a glance at Cas, completely mortified. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

Cas moved closer to him. “May I?” he asked, so softly.

“Fuck Cas, if you’re not gonna kiss me I’m gonna be really disappointed.” 

Cas smiled and Dean’s stomach flipped. “May I?” he asked again. 

“Always.” 

Cas’ fingers touched his forehead and Dean’s eyes slipped shut as he felt a soothing coolness spread through his mind, reaching into each dusty corner, righting tables he didn’t know had been flipped, closing doors he didn’t know were open (and opening doors he didn’t know were closed). It felt good. Like a car wash for his mind. But then it was gone. 

“The witch hit him with a spell that makes him say what he’s thinking,” Cas concluded as Dean blinked back into consciousness. “I’d guess it will only last twenty-four hours.” 

“Perfect,” Dean grumbled. “I’ll be in my room for the next day otherwise I’ll start talking about Cas’ eyes and I really don’t want Sam to hear about how blue I think they are, like the sky, or the ocean, or a sapphire, or-” 

“Dean,” Cas interrupted as Sam’s face began to turn red from holding in laughter. 

Dean turned panicked eyes on Cas. “I think this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

But Cas wasn’t looking at him in horror or disgust, in fact it was the complete opposite. 

“What if it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” Cas asked. 

Dean dared to hope. “What are you saying?” 

“I can’t say I like that this is happening because of something you can’t control, but I’ve loved you for a long time, Dean. I just never thought that kind of love was wanted.” 

“Go to my fucking bedroom, right the fuck now,” he growled. 

“Gross!” Sam complained. 

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean snapped as he shoved Cas towards the hallway. “You’re not pulling my leg, right? You’re not saying this ‘cause of the spell or anything?” 

“Of course not, Dean.” 

“Good.” Dean paused outside his room and shoved Cas against the wall, capturing his lips with his own and Cas kissed back with equal vigor. 

Maybe this spell thing wasn’t so bad after all. 

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shut up and ride.

Pairing: Saeyoung Choi x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: Revving/pedal pumping/cranking kink, car sex, blow/hand job (oral giving), deepthroating, tears/crying (in a good way tho), riding, praise, pet name princess and good girl, unprotected sex, switch!Saeyoung, switch!reader

Summary: Saeyoung meets you after an illegal street race and, yeah okay, he's down bad

Word Count: 5k words

A/N: Revving is sexual arousal from watching a person rev the engine of a vehicle, usually a person wearing high heeled shoes. (Omg the title. Haha, get it? Like shut up and drive. Like the song-)

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Kinktober Day 14 - Masterlist

Saeyoung can feel his heart racing as fast as the cars in front of him. He’s starting to get choked up, his breathing becoming labored. God, he has so much resting on this. Maybe Yoosung was right. Maybe he shouldn’t have placed a bet. But it’s his birthday! He can do whatever the fuck he wants!

Right? 

His eyes follow the red vehicle as he leans forward in anticipation, it becoming nothing but a blur as it drives past his vision from just how fast it was going. Saeyoung has always been a car person, but he doesn’t think he could ever drive quite like this. I mean, these people are risking their lives. He wonders why some of them do it. Maybe for the money, the attention, the sex, the trophies and medals. Or maybe they just do it for the rush, for the adrenaline. Saeyoung can get that with the way his veins are filled with the addicting stuff right now. He feels like he’s on a high just watching them. He can’t imagine how it’d feel if he was the one actually driving. 

To Saeyoung’s relief, the cherry red car soars across the finish line almost a solid second before the other car does. Saeyoung jumps up and starts to scream at the top of his lungs in joy, springing up and down alongside Yoosung. He can hear people around him tearing up tickets and cursing, sending glares to the both of them, but he can’t find it in himself to even pretend to care, flashing them a cocky grin as he starts making his way to the ticket booth. 

“You were right! This is way better than an arcade! Thanks for bringing me here, man,” he says to Yoosung as he wraps an arm around his shoulder, rubbing his knuckles lightly over the blond locks. 

“Hey! Stop it!” When he does, the shorter male grunts and rubs his head with a furrowed brow as he looks up at him before instantly bouncing back to his usual self. He really is like a golden retriever. “I told you to trust me!” Yoosung replies to Saeyoung’s earlier statement with a jab to the taller man’s arm. 

Saeyoung can’t help but let out a puff of laughter, putting his hands up in defeat. “I know, I know. You can’t just not expect me to get nervous on our first date though, babe,” he jokes, sending the blond a shit-eating grin. Yoosung huffs as if he’s annoyed, but he can see the smile he’s trying so desperately to hide. 

“Even if this was a date, this wouldn’t even be our first one, babe,” he replies, putting emphasis on the pet name, full-on grinning up at Saeyoung now. 

“Awe, babe!” he coos, wrapping his best friend up in a hug and dramatically swinging him around. Yoosung laughs and returns the hug gladly. He’s always been an affectionate guy. “Nah, but for real,” Saeyoung starts as he sets him down, “I was just a little nervous is all, man. When you told me we were going somewhere else when you picked me up, I got a little worried.” 

“Yeah, well, as your best friend, I know what you like and I knew you’d kill for an opportunity like this.” 

“Say, remind me again how you found out about this,” Saeyoung says as he looks to his side at the younger male. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as they reach the booth, handing both of their tickets over to cash their money in. As they’re watching the man behind the glass lick his fingers and begin counting the bills, someone strolls up behind them. The only reason Saeyoung even checks behind him is because of the familiar sound of heels clacking on the ground. 

He turns to find a goddess behind him.

Well, she’s probably not actually a goddess, but she might as well be. 

She’s checking her phone as she waits for her turn and Saeyoung can’t help but grin. He’s already on such a high that he couldn’t think of any possible downfalls to what he’s about to do, even if he tried. 

“Sup,” he greets with an upward motion of his head, leaning against the booth’s counter. 

She looks up and Saeyoung loses his breath a little. Is it even legal to be that attractive? Surely not. 

“Hey,” she casually returns before looking back down at her phone, popping a bubble with her gum. 

“Here to cash in your reward?” he guesses. 

“Yup,” is her short reply, popping the last letter along with another bubble. 

“Ah, so you betted on The Red Reaper too then?” he continues, his smile getting bigger. 

To his surprise, she barks out a laugh and gives him a once over before her gaze returns right back to her phone. 

“Yeah. Something like that,” is her vague reply, making Saeyoung hum as he purses his lips. Ah, a challenge. He likes a good challenge. 

“Yeah, it’s actually my first time,” he brags, “I’ve never seen someone drive like that before. He’s really good!” At this, her thumb stops scrolling and she tilts her head back to look at him. 

“He?” she asks, her head tilting to the side as her eyes roam him up and down. 

“Uh, yeah?” he says confusedly. I mean, he guesses there’s a chance that it’s not a man, but that’s very slim. As a big car guy like himself, you meet a lot of people who are also big car people. Not very many of them tend to be women. 

She only laughs again though and smirks over at him. Before he can ask her what’s so funny, the guy behind the glass starts saying something to him. He turns and watches as the man slides the envelope through the hole beneath the glass. Saeyoung grins once more as he snatches the envelope up. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Sweet, sweet cash!” he cheers after he places a big, fat kiss onto the white paper before holding it up in victory. Yoosung just laughs from beside him before stepping aside. He had betted on Purple Lightning, who to be fair came in second, so he didn’t win anything.  

“Who knew five hundred dollars would be so small?” Yoosung jokes as he opens up Saeyoung’s envelope. The redhead doesn’t hear him though since he’s now gaping at the woman who was once standing behind him. 

Did the booth tender just say-

“Alright, here you go, Ms. (L/n)! 100,000 big ones!” She hums as she picks up the envelope, thanking him as she grabs the zipper of her rubber jacket. This is when he notices her getup. She’s dressed like the drivers and their team. Does that mean-

His train of thought is interrupted when she unzips enough to show her bra, the hand holding the envelope sliding the package between the cup and strap before letting it go and zipping it back up. Saeyoung gulps as he watches the whole thing, his eyes finally trailing back to her face once she’s zipped her jacket back up. He freezes in his tracks though when his eyes meet hers, a big smirk on her face. How long has she been watching him?

“You’re welcome!” she calls to him as she spins around on a foot and starts to walk off. 

“What?” he asks dumbfounded, his brain still trying to process what the fuck just happened. Did she just basically congratulate him on the free show she just gave him?

“You’re welcome,” she repeats. “For the money, I mean,” she further explains, turning to look at him over her shoulder and shooting him a wink. He looks down at the envelope, it feeling flimsy compared to hers which was stuffed to the brim. 

Oh. 

She’s the reason he won the money. Right. 

“Wait!” he’s calling before he can think it through. To his surprise though, she actually turns around to look at him. 

“Yes?” she asks with a raised brow, a cocky smile on her lips. 

“I, uh…” he stammers, trying to think of something to say. “I’m sorry for assuming you’re a man. I jus-”

“Don’t worry about it. It happens all the time,” she brushes off, moving to turn to walk away again. 

“It’s not okay though!” he shouts a little louder than necessary, causing passersby to look over at them. He winces before speaking again, much softer this time. “Can I, uh, see your car?” His grip on his envelope tightens as she stares him down, seemingly contemplating her answer. Just when he thinks she’s going to deny him, she shoots him a smile. 

“Sure,” she agrees with a shrug, turning around for the third time and actually starting to put some distance between them. 

“Cool! We get t-”

“Sorry, bud,” Saeyoung interrupts his friend. “Just me,” he explains, shooting him an apologetic smile before taking off after the beauty. Yoosung huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes a bit. 

“Why is he always the one that gets to get laid wherever we go?” he grumbles to himself before walking away from the booth to go look around at the other contestants’ cars. 

Saeyoung catches up to the woman soon enough and can feel his veins buzzing with excitement. “What’s your name?” she suddenly speaks up, startling him. 

“Saeyoung! Yours?” he replies quickly, maybe a little too quickly. 

“Just call me The Red Reaper or Red for short,” she dismisses. He nods his head frantically, trying to calm his beating heart. 

“Got it, Ms. Reaper,” he flirts with a wink. She only raises a brow at him though before continuing to walk forward. Saeyoung bites his lip as he studies her before looking away. 

Shit, shit, shit. What does he say? He’s making a damn idiot out of himself! She probably thinks he’s one anyway. He has an IQ of 123, damn it! Surely he can talk to a woman!

“Here we are,” she announces, stopping under a bridge. Saeyoung blinks out of his thoughts to find the fiery red car sitting there in the shadows, looking like a predator ready to pounce. 

“Can I…” he starts before trailing off once more, figuring it was dumb to ask. She probably doesn’t let people in her car willy-nilly, especially strangers. 

“Wanna get inside?” she asks smirking over at him as she pops another bubble. 

“Yes please,” he squeaks, meekly smiling at her. God, this is the start of, like, seven of his wet dreams. She chuckles and pulls her keys out of her pocket, swinging them around her finger as she heads towards the vehicle. 

She unlocks it and then gets behind the wheel, waiting for him to get in on the passenger side before starting up the car. And man does she purr. Saeyoung ghosts his hands over the dashboard, not finding a single spec of dust on it. Her crew must clean her car like crazy. Then again, if it were him, they wouldn’t be able to drag him away from the beaut. 

“Wanna take her for a spin?” she asks, watching him with glinting eyes. His head snaps around to look at her, his jaw completely unhinging. 

“What? Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, why not?” she replies with a shrug. She doesn’t even wait for him to tell her that he would kill someone right now if she told him to if she promised to give him a ride. No, instead, she’s putting the car in gear and slamming her ruby red heel on the gas pedal. Saeyoung cries out as he lurches back, his hands quickly grappling for the seatbelt and strapping himself in. She just laughs though, the sound coming out a little crazed. Saeyoung is so into it though. Is that weird? Maybe it’s a little weird. 

He definitely can’t find it in himself to care though since his pants are straining to hide a surprise from her. He inhales a shaky breath as he reaches down to adjust himself, glancing at her to see if she notices. She just shifts the car into second gear, and then third, a smirk on her face and her knuckles turning white from her grip on the wheel and gear stick. 

After getting all the way up to the fifth gear, he’s straining so hard in his pants it’s embarrassing. Even middle school him would be blushing like a schoolgirl if he could see himself now. He doesn’t know why he’s so turned on right now. 

Okay, that’s a lie. He knows exactly why, and it may or may not have something to do  with the sexy lady in a Nomex suit with red heels on that’s making them go 200 miles per hour right now. He’s both terrified about how fast they’re going and also wishing they could go even faster. Watching from the outside, you realize they’re going fast, but actually being on the inside is a whole different story. 

To his surprise, and dismay, she starts to slow the vehicle down, a pout coming to Saeyoung’s face. “Hey, why are we stopping? We were just getting started!” he half-jokes, understanding that she’s probably a busy lady with lots of things to do who shouldn't be wasting her precious time on a fanboy like him. 

She chuckles at him as she parks her car where it was earlier, throwing her arm across the back of his chair once the stick shift is on P. “I figured you’d want the full tour of the car. Famous people have sat in this very car, you know,” she replies, giving him a once over and he swears he can see her smirk grow, but she must just be amused by how easily impressed he is. 

“No way! Really? Who?” he asks quickly, a little breathlessly. His heart is still beating so quickly and his chest is moving too fast for his liking. 

“Chris Evans, Jimmy Fallon, and Ryan Reynolds to name a few,” she replies casually, as if that isn’t the coolest thing Saeyoung has ever heard in his entire life. 

“You’re lying,” he whispers, the air leaving his body in one whoosh. 

“Nope. They signed my seats. Go check it out for yourself,” she replies with a shrug, chuckling as Saeyoung throws himself out of the car to dive into the backseat. She gracefully steps out of the car and turns to the back, opening the door to find him avidly searching the seats. He vaguely hears her spit her gum out, but he’s too busy looking for signatures to really notice.  

“Where? Where are they?” he asks urgently, his eyes wide and searching. 

“Come to this side. It’s hard to see in the dark. They’re right here,” she says as she points to the back of the driver’s seat. He scoots himself over to that side and looks to where she’s pointing. 

“What? But there’s no sig-” 

He gasps as he’s suddenly shoved to the side, now laying on his side. A yelp escapes him when she starts crawling into the car, pressing on his right side to lay him flat on his back. Once she’s done this and straddled his hips, she reaches back for the car door and pulls it shut. 

The silence after that is deafening. Well, he should say that his heartbeat pounding in his ears is deafening. Speaking of heartbeats, he can feel his in his dick, feeling his member throb with each pound.

She hums as she rubs her hands along his chest and abdomen, sitting herself right on top of where he’s throbbing away in his pants. “What…what are you doing?” he stutters out, having to swallow and start the sentence again with the way his voice quivers. 

“Going for a ride,” she coos with a wink. If he weren’t currently shaking like a chihuahua and trying not to cum from this alone, he probably would’ve laughed. He just swallows heavily instead, watching as she slides down his legs, straddling them now as her hands come to rest on his thighs. He inhales deeply and moves his eyes to the ceiling, taking a shaky breath as he silently prays to god. 

Please don’t let me cum too early. Please don’t let me cum too soon. Please don-

A sharp gasp fills his lungs when one of her hands comes to rest over the growing bulge, a low hum escaping her. He lifts his head up to look down at her, his hands squeezing the leather–pleather?–of her backseat. 

“Mm, you’re so hard, baby. All for me?” she coos, giving him an innocent smile and bat of her lashes even as she bends forward to press her nose and cheek into the outline of his cock. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god, o-

“Hm? C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want it,” she whispers, mouthing over where the tip of his dick rests. He feels hot all over and he just knows that his face is matching his hair right now. 

“I…I want you to…” he starts before bringing his hands to his face to hide from her intense gaze. 

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Tell Ms. Reaper what you want,” she purrs, starting to massage her hand over the length of him now. Oh god, oh fuck-

He removes his hands and mutters, “Want ‘ur mouth on me…wanna feel it so bad…” 

When he finally brings his gaze back down to her, he chokes on his own spit at what’s awaiting him. Her eyes seem to be alight with lust, a fire in her eyes that fits perfectly with The Red Reaper. 

Her deft hands make quick work of his button and zipper, tugging his jeans off faster than he can blink. She grabs the waistband of his boxers, which–oh my god, please kill him now–are his red Spider-Man underwear. 

She just chuckles and leans down again, ass in the air as she mouths over his cock. Her mouth is right where Spider-Man’s pointer finger is stretched out, leaving a wet mark there, while the tip of his cock is resting where Spider-Man’s middle fingers are curled away, his precum leaving wetness there. 

She doesn’t wait long though to tug those off too, and he feels pride swell in his chest when she lets out a shaky sigh once he’s free. And, listen, he may not be the thickest guy out there, but he definitely has some length to him! He may or may not be eight inches–not that he measured or anything! So yeah, excuse him for letting his ego boost a bit at the fact that the infamous Red Reaper is turned on by how big he is. 

He squeaks when she practically chokes on his dick right away, his hands moving to her head. “Hey–woah! Slow down! Oh my god-”

He groans and lets his head fall back to the seat when she finds her groove almost right away, her head rising and falling as she sucks him off. He’s shaking all over again beneath her, his hands tightening in her hair as he tries to focus on not cumming too early. Or at all. God, he’d pay every last penny he owned just to get inside of her. To feel her gummy walls squish and squeeze him, coating his long cock in her heady juices. Oh god, now he wants to taste her. 

He’s brought out of his daydream when she runs her tongue on the underside of his dick, tracing a protruding vein with her pink muscle. He moans and thrusts his hips up a little, his cock jolting in her mouth a bit when he hears her gurgle around his length. Fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it was. 

He brings his hips back down though and makes a promise to not do it again, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or scare her off. To his surprise though, after a minute or two without him doing it again, she begins to whine. He, of course, forgot all about it and has no idea why she’s whining. He starts to assume things, thinking she’s getting tired of blowing him and wishes he’d cum already, or that she’s becoming impatient and just wants him inside of her. Oh god, he hopes it’s that last one-

“Do that again.” 

He blinks as he brings his head up to look down at her, biting his lip at the sight of her. She’s got teary eyes and puffy lips, her mouth parted to let quickened breaths enter and exit in little huffs. 

“What?” is his brilliant reply. 

“Fuck my mouth again. It was hot,” she replies before getting right back to it.

At first, he just gapes at her as if she’s lost her mind, his brain not computing why she would want such a thing. After that though, the logical side of his brain takes the backseat, much like him, and the horny fiend part of his brain takes over. 

He groans and laces his hands in her hair as he plants his feet on the seat by her legs. He then, without warning, begins to thrust up into her mouth. The feeling of the tip of his cock ramming down into her throat and making her gag is a new definition of euphoric to him. Quick, someone call the lexicographer because the word ‘euphoria’ needs a new definition. 

euphoria /yo͞oˈfôrēə/; noun; the feeling or state of touching the back of someone’s throat with your dick.

With this euphoric feeling arising, so does his orgasm. His moans get louder and his grip on her tightens as he gets closer and closer to his peak. To his disappointment though, she pulls her head back with a gasp. She coughs a bit as she stares up at him, a few tears streaking down her face as she does so. 

He smiles sheepishly at her as he reaches up and cups her face, gently thumbing the tears away. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking her over to make sure she’s okay. 

“Don’t be. I wanted you to do that,” she reassures with a smile, her voice sounding scratchy from the activities from moments before. He grins up at her and can’t help but want to kiss her at that moment. They haven’t done so yet though, so maybe she doesn’t want to? 

He doesn’t get the chance to really think about it or try to do so, because she’s suddenly going up on her knees and unzipping her suit. “Oh wow, okay, cool, dope, this is actually happening, okay, oh my god-”

She laughs at his rambling, his heart going ballistic in his chest at her smile. Note to self: get her to do that more often. He watches her pull her zipper down tantalizingly slow, gulping when it’s pulled down as low as it can go. Another note to self: get her to do this more often too. 

He takes note of the money still resting in her bra, the package seeming to have slipped a bit from its original placement. He looks up at her face once more, finding her smirking, before slowly bringing his hands to her shoulders. After checking in with her one more time, he slides his hands under the material of her suit before gliding his hands down her arms. The suit falls to her hips with ease, leaving her upper half in only her bra. She goes to slip her bra off before his hands come up to stop her. 

“Don’t,” he whispers, his eyes flickering between hers and her chest. Something about seeing the envelope that he knows is filled with money that she won from her race from riding in this car that they’re about to have sex in has his cock stirring. 

She hums as she cards her hands through his messy hair, smiling down at him. “You’re so sexy,” he mumbles as he leans forward to start kissing the globes of her breasts poking out from the top of her bra. He looks up at her through his lashes, finding her smile has gotten bigger. Good.

His hands move to tug her suit down her legs, becoming a little sad when he finds she’s wearing panties. It makes sense, but he had hopes. He’s not sad, however, to find her panties are bright red, just like her shoes. 

“Mm,” he moans, letting his fingers rub at her clit through her underwear. He closes his eyes and whimpers when he feels her wetness seeping through the cotton. This is bad. He might cum way too soon. Like, embarrassingly soon. 

“Come on, baby. Touch me,” she groans. Saeyoung wanted to take it as her begging for him, but he knew it was actually her commanding him. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he whispers a little too breathlessly before pulling away from her chest with a wink. His eyes wander down her chest where he’s left countless marks before trailing down her naval, settling on where her panties are sticking to her. He smirks a bit as he grabs the sides of them, lightly snapping the material against her skin. She jumps a bit before huffing and giving his hair a tug. 

“Stop being a tease,” she snaps, becoming impatient. 

“Sorry. Didn’t know you were in such a hurry for my cock, princess,” he teases, directing his smirk up at her now. She opens her mouth to reply but doesn’t get a word in since he tugs her panties down and sticks two of his fingers in her dripping hole in one go. She gasps and arches her body towards him, using her kneeling above him to her advantage. She starts to slide up and down his fingers like she’s riding his cock already. Shit, she might as well be with the way her tongue is lolling out of her mouth and all the noises she’s making for him. 

“Feel good, baby? Hm?” he coos, rubbing his two fingers along her gummy walls in search of that one special spot inside of her. She just nods her head, trying to bring her hazy, half-lidded gaze to his face but she can’t tear her eyes away from how his veins are bulging in his arms from how rigorously he’s fingering her. 

She tosses her head back with a wanton cry, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “There it is,” Saeyoung mutters, chuckling darkly as he starts rubbing that spot faster. After a moment, he slips his fingers out only to slip them back in with the third one joining. He watches as her slick drips down his fingers and begins coating his palm and wrist. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, his dick straining against his belly. He swiftly pulls his fingers out and grabs ahold of her hips once more, tugging her down closer to his body. He then uses the hand that’s wet to grip his cock, sliding his hand along himself before pointing it up towards her. 

“There you go,” he coos as she starts to lower herself down onto him, “Just like that, baby. Mm, keep going. Swallow me up, princess.” He rests his head back against the seat, taking notice of how the windows of her car are foggy from their passion. He smirks at the sight before focusing back on her, watching how his cock disappears between her legs. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his fingers leaving marks on her hips from how hard he’s holding onto her. 

Once she’s all the way down, she pants and stares into his eyes, trembling in his hold. “So good…such a good girl for me…all for me…” he praises, tucking some loose hair behind her ear. She mewls at the words escaping him, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip. He then watches as she raises herself up again, his cock now covered in her gooey arousal.  

It doesn’t take her long to start riding him in earnest, her breasts bouncing with each thrust she makes. Her thighs tense anytime she rises up, her body quickly becoming coated in a light layer of sweat in her desperation. Saeyoung licks and nips at her chest as she rides him, her walls clenching around him anytime he sucks new marks in her chest. 

“I’m close, baby. You gonna milk me dry?” he whispers breathily, pulling away from her chest to watch her body work. She groans and nods her head, starting to rise and drop even faster than before. “That’s my good girl,” he coos, letting his hands play with her tits now so that he can watch her. He plants his feet firmly on the seat before starting to meet her thrusts halfway. 

She screams his name as she cums around his cock, her cream making a halo around the base of his dick. He grunts and curses under his breath before quickly tugging her up, his cum spraying across his stomach. He hisses as her hand reaches down to continue working him, tugging every last drop of cum from his slit. 

After he’s done, he lowers her down on top of him and smiles up at her. She smiles back, a drop of sweat gliding down the side of her face. To his surprise, she leans forward and connects their lips for a passionate, but short, kiss. She pulls away, but he connects their lips for three more short pecks before letting her go. 

“Wow, you really know how to work a shaft,” Saeyoung jokes, purposely saying ‘shaft’ instead of ‘shift.’ 

“Oh my god-” she mumbles before starting to laugh, her eyes lighting up at the terrible joke. He can’t help but kiss her again, loving the way her smile looks.

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