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[mlmmetalhead]

Everyone talks about Miguel's mantits, but no one gives Peter's mantits any attention!

Just imagine how much he would blush when you kiss his chest after a long day of being Spider-Man as he is sprawled on the bed, so tired and vulnerable. He moans so loudly when his nipple slips into your hot mouth, yet he doesn't admit he likes it. But he doesn't push you away when you lick and suck on him like your life depends on it. He buckles his chest into your face while covering his face from embarrassment. You could drive him close to orgasm just by handling his pecks in your hands, massaging his chest with your fingers and tongue.

If you'll want him to give you a titjob, Peter will blush profusely, but won't complain and takes his shirt off a little too eagerly for someone who claims to be not that much into it. As your cock glides between his pecs, the tip will occasionally hit his tongue which he so lovingly sticks out to taste your pre. After you'll come on his face, Peter will lick your come off of his face and complain about cleaning up the mess you two made. But in the aftermath, he shyly asks when is the next time you're going to do this with him again.

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[mlmmetalhead]

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

with spot plssss

Spot wriggled around the bed, messing up the sheets beneath him, shameful noises leaving his... well, where his mouth would be.

"Stop struggling like a worm... you're messing all my sheets up." you spoke, rising up from in-between his thighs before immediately digging in again.

Spot moaned, arching his back and desperately shoving his fingers into the big hole on his face, wanting to bite down so bad, but having no teeth just left him with awkwardly placed fingers, but he didn't care. His hips involuntary buckled into your face before you slammed them down on the bed.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Just lay there and be pretty, you don't get the upper hand." you groaned rather aggressively, obviously annoyed with Spot's attitude.

He moaned once again, it coming out more like a whimper. Yes, he wasn't able to cum traditionally but still, laying there for hours, feeling your tongue reaching into the depths of his new body he didn't even think of exploring and not get to cum? A pain in the ass. Literally. So, with yet another strained moan, his voice barely above a whisper, he pleaded:

"I need to come. Please., I'll do anything, y/n!"

You rose once again, your eyes boring into his deep face spot, devoid of any light. Your tongue ran around your lips before you got up, unbuckling your belt, pulling your hard-on out.

"You're lucky you taste like heaven... Spread those legs open, pretty."

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[mlmmetalhead]

Turns you on

Billy Hargrove x Male reader

CW: Smut, enemies with sexual tension, internalized homophobia, use of words "homo, queer, etc.", denial, masochism, miscommunication, unprotected and low-prep sex (wrap before you tap!), set in season three, fighting, Sub!Bottom!Billy, Dom!Top!Reader.

WOMEN DNI

He already had everything packed up with him, bag on his shoulder, hair still a little damp after the shower, eyes down on his shoes, which were a little bit wet, too, walking in the room full of teen guys after shower. Already taking a step towards the door, he heard a voice behind him:

"Hey L/N!"

He turned around, facing a grinning shirtless guy with a towel on his waist, his eyes examining the other one.

"What do you want, Hargrove?"

Y/N spoke, his voice low and cold. Billy only smiled, his eyes traveling up and down the others body, before speaking himself.

"Good game today. You've outdone yourself. I guarantee you'll get your date with Vicki."

The blonde smiled, biting his lover lip, before turning to his locker.

"Oh? So you don't think I'm a homo now?"

"Yeah, I don't think anyone queer would be able to do that great on a field in favor of looking at half naked guys."

"So you, apparently, don't count?"

Billy stopped his movements for a moment, before slapping the door to his locker with a loud thud, turning around and marching up to Y/N with an angry expression and still shirtless. The other guy just grinned at his opponent, hands on his sides.

"Take that back, bitch."

"Are you teasing me with your naked torso now? Either way, that makes what I said even more evide-"

Y/N dodged a punch, grabbing Billy by his other hand and disarming him within seconds, pushing him against a cold wall, holding both of his hands behind his back.

"This makes it even more gay, Hargrove, don't you think? If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked being tackled by me. Or maybe you really do?"

L/N chuckled, before storming off to class, leaving Billy behind, cursing under his breath. He stared at the door Y/N just went out of for some time, before turning around and going to finish off dressing.

***

Billy was sat in his room, alone. He just told some girl he banged an hour ago to get out. Music was blasting in the room. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the beat, inhaling nicotine. She called him gay. She said it was homosexual, how he mentioned another guy after he just fucked her. It wasn't even in that kind of context, she was so fucking annoying. Never talking to Nicole again, he made a mental note.

He almost felt like crying. So degrading. Infuriating, even.

His hand slid towards the volume slider on the cassette player, turning it up to max, still looking in the same spot. The speakers blew up with rock music, shoving every thought out of his head. He didn’t want to think about why he mentioned him. Why he said it. Only about temporary feeling of comfort the music brought him.

There were days when he felt like there was a load off his mind. But this wasn’t one of those days. Billy closed his eyes and tried to imagine a girl. Any, non existent even, just a girl in his room, on his bed. But his imagination knew better. It knew what Billy needed, what he yearned for. He needed a different image.

He opened his eyes, a girl sat on his bed, dressed in nothing but fancy lingerie and a see-through short dress, face full of makeup, a trendy haircut and a beautiful ring on her middle finger. She smiled tenderly and whispered, hovering over to Hargrove:

“What are you waiting for, beauty? Your perfume smells so nice, I want to feel it closer...”

He could only look at her, in slowly building up terror. The girl looked at him, winking and slowly laying down on the bed, biting her lower lip. Billy could only look at his imaginative scenario in horror. He didn’t feel anything. The girl was exactly his type, he imagined her, for fuck’s sake! But nothing happened to him, to his body. His lips started faintly shaking. Hands cautiously ghost inside his underwear. Soft. It was fucking soft and cold. Not even a sign of arousal. The girl was perfect, but what he’d fear the most happened. Billy blinked a few times, so the girl would disappear. Met with his empty bedroom, a few tears dripped down his chin.

***

Moving towards the designated spot throughout someone’s house party, Hargrove, with a couple of beers already in his system, grinned, almost tasting the thrill of a fight on his lips. You could easily find the spot, moving towards a crowd of students which formed around. When he neared, whistles and drunk shouting emerged from the crowd. A shit-eating grin spread upon his features, when the crowd parted, revealing him in the middle. Y/N also smiled upon seeing Hargrove entering the crowd.

“Showed up after all, huh?”

“Of course I did, I’m not afraid of a bitch boy like you”

The crowd made a loud “ooooh” sound, everyone in there looking at each other with faces, practically saying “this shit is about to get ugly”.

L/N hummed, as if considering what Billy said, before lifting his head up and spewing the most thunderous laugh anyone ever heard from him. 

“You’ve dug yourself a grave, Hargrove! Get ready, you fucking prick!”

Oh, did he get ready. Billy’s gut practically boiled with excitement, as he stripped his jacket down, being left in nothing but an opened button up and leather pants. He bit his lip, jumping in one place from all the energy inside him. That is, until Y/N took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere into the crowd, some girl catching it and screaming. But Hargrove did understand why she did that. He felt like he would, too. A smile freezing on his lips, as he, himself froze in one place, unable to take his eyes off L/N’s bare body. Y/N lifted his hands into the cold night air, and then doing a backflip, making the crowd roar in excitement. 

In contrast, Billy couldn’t squeeze out a sound, feeling as another type of excitement arose in his body. 

Y/N was already near, looking at Billy with a grin, as he flexed his muscles.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or you just have nothing to say? You can’t run now, Hargrove!”

The blonde chuckled, cracking his knuckles. 

“I wasn’t going anywhere, L/N! In fact, I’m only coming at you!”

He threw a punch at Y/N’s face, which the other one swiftly blocked, before swinging his fist right in Hargrove’s gut. He chocked out a grunt, and immediately slammed the other guy in the jaw. Y/N tried to throw a punch at the side of Billy’s head, but the blonde ducked, sweeping L/N off his feet, both landing on the ground with a thud. Y/N groaned, getting a grip on the collar of Billy’s button up, before hitting him in the jaw with his own head, both hearing a loud ringing in their ears. Hargrove covered his bleeding lip with a hand, while L/N took advantage of the situation, tackling Billy to the ground, twisting his spare hand, shoving his face in the ground. The crowd roared, everyone chanting the name of whoever they were betting on, someone had a camera, recording everything. Billy struggled a little, before feeling something he didn’t expect at all. The feeling he was so desperate to get, he’d fear so much he lost, suddenly came back with a boom. He hardened against the ground. 

“You give up, Hargrove? Am I too strong for a bitch boy you are?”

Billy’s low chuckle emerged beneath the two, as he waited a little to reply.

“Was just giving you a head start, L/N!”

He made an attempt at turning around, only feeling himself being pressed into the ground more. Then, he kicked Y/N with his leg, getting a little more space to himself, turning around and landing a punch in Y/N’s face, only for the other guy to mirror his actions. They were fighting in this position for a while, until L/N stood up, jumping on his two, seemingly waiting for Billy stand up. As he started moving, Hargrove was only met with a hit in his face, He could taste the fabric of Y/N’s boots on his tongue. A head with a blonde mullet fell back in the dirt, a new ringing starting up in his ears. This time, Y/N didn’t wait, landing another punch with his foot right in Billy’s gut. Hargrove laughed once again, feeling the arousal in his stomach building up even more now. 

“What are you laughing at, freak?!”

Another kick, his left side. This time, Billy grabbed his opponents leg, pulling on it, making him fall back on the ground, too. Hargrove crawled up to L/N as if some kind of wild animal to his injured prey, only to be met with a blunt hit in his nose with the same dirty boot. He continued crawling up, until his face was grabbed by Y/N’s clawed hand, his nails digging into Hargrove’s skin. The blonde stopped in his tracks, looking up at his opponent with wild eyes and a blown smile. Y/N smiled in return, coming closer to Billy’s ear, softly whispering:

“I know you enjoy this, you pervert.”

Only before hitting Hargrove in the face with all his might, the others head once again meeting the ground. L/N stood up, shaking his pants clean. The crowd shouted, a group of people forming around the winner. Billy laid on the ground for half a minute before getting up, finding his jacket in the dust and turning in the direction of the house, that was now left empty, since everyone at the party left to watch the fight.

The blonde was washing off blood and dirt from his face and body. Looking at the mirror, he noticed a black eye Y/N gave him. He felt sick to his stomach, trying to stop the coming puke with tap water. He heard a noise of a closing door behind him and turned around, to be met with a familiar body, also covered in blood and dirt. Y/N smiled, coming closer to Billy. 

“Hello there, Hargrove.”

“You too, L/N”, mumbled the other guy, as he turned around to the mirror, looking down at the sink and proceeding with his own business.

“Enjoyed the fight?”

Billy shivered, as he heard the voice right near his ear, not daring to turn around, instead looking at his opponent in the mirror. His face was dirty and bloody, still shirtless, he pressed himself right against Hargrove, both his hands on either sides of the sink.

“Yeah, I like getting my ass beat by fuckers like you.”, he answered, sarcastically.

Y/N laughed, bringing his hand to Billy’s shoulder, rubbing it.

“I sense sarcasm in your tone, but if you wanted my opinion, I think you actually do enjoy it.”

“Stop trying to handle me, I can do that myself perfectly fine.”

Hargrove was trying to shut off the bubbling feeling of arousal from the feeling of another body being pressed up against him.

“You can say that all you want, but we both know, you love it when I handle you. I just don’t know if you love it when anyone does this, or just me...”

“Are you hinting at me liking you? In your dreams, L/N!”

“Me? Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I don’t need you to like me. At least, I don’t need it to fuck you, Billy.”

Billy’s breath got caught in his throat as his body got pressed up against the bathroom wall. He didn’t have enough time to process his position, as a pair of lips attacked his own. The kiss wasn’t gentle and loving, it stung, partially from Hargrove’s busted lip. He tried to reach his hands out to embrace Y/N’s muscular shoulders, but felt a cold hand holding on both of his wrists. So instead, he focused on giving himself all into the kiss, desperately trying to claim the leading role and failing miserably. He subconsciously rutted his hips against the other man’s, finding his dick being as evidently hard as his own. Separating, Y/N grabbed Billy by his hips, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall with doubled force. 

“You don’t look like you’re struggling, dear. Maybe you’ll just going to admit that you like being handled by a guy, it’ll make this easier for both of us.”, L/N whispered in his ear, suddenly thrusting his hips forward, making Billy whimper in desire.

“You need to try harder than that, Y/N.”, Hargrove chuckled under his breath.

“Fair enough.”

Y/N smiled and thrusted his hips again, grinding his crotch into Billy’s. He tried to say something, only faint moans slipping out. Hargrove’s hands clamped down on L/N’s shoulders, and he felt how completely and utterly desperate he is for the other guy, his erection at this point being as hard as a rock.

“Do I really need to say it? You already know it.”, he whispered faintly between whimpers.

“Of course you do. You want me to hear it, right?”

Hargrove gulped, his nails biting into Y/N skin. 

“You’ll hear it when you deserve it, asshole.” Billy grunted, biting his lower lip.

L/N laughed faintly, his hand ghosting over his belt. 

“I’ll have to play bad then, if you’re so bullheaded.”

In mere seconds Billy felt himself being forced on his knees, his hair held in an iron grip of Y/N’s. He felt his body getting heavier with arousal dripping down to his stomach like honey. Y/N finally undone his fly, guiding the other guy with his hand. 

“You probably don’t know how to do this, it’s alright. I don’t give a fuck about technique or shit like that, just do whatever you feel like.”

Billy nodded, carefully stretching one of his hands out, exploring an unfamiliar feeling of touching another man’s dick. He’d only see other guy’s private parts in porn, so it was unusual for him to see it so close. It was big and pulsing. He hesitantly wrapped a hand around it, stroking just like he did with himself, since he figured it would be kind of the same for everyone. And he was rewarded with a low groan from Y/N which transitioned into a light, almost admiring sigh. It encouraged Hargrove, driving him to speeding up the pace, biting his lip at every sound coming from his partner. That is until, Y/N seemingly had enough, his hand in Billy’s hair once again evident as he shoved Billy’s face right into his crotch.

The head laced with pre-cum touched Hargrove’s bloody lips. He hesitantly opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, carefully tracing the head with his tongue, his eyes darting up and down to Y/N from time to time, to see his reaction. When he felt like it was enough, Billy gulped and opened his mouth, sensually wrapping his lips just around the head to test the waters. He was met with an immediate response from his partner, L/N moaning above him, as he felt the grip on his locks tighten. Hargrove's gag reflex kicked in, as he went further, feeling tears forming in his eyes yet again. And that's when he heard Y/N speak up:

"That's it, good boy, don't choke yourself now, it's okay."

Billy couldn't help but let out a noise of his own, quietly moaning around Y/N's cock, his eyes still watering. This time, the pain of Y/N gripping his blonde hair completely faded, leaving a strange aftermath feeling of emptiness, instead, a palm gently patted Billy's head in a loving, careful way. Hargrove felt his stomach jump, as L/N took himself out of his partners mouth, and lifted him off the floor.

"That's not fair, how I am the only one who's half naked, don't you think, Billy?"

"You want me to just discard my clothes in someone's random dirty fucking bathroom?"

"Ooh, you a neatfreak, Hargrove? Hard to tell by the way you look right now."

Billy rolled his eyes, taking his button up completely off and throwing it in the sink, then proceeding to do the same with his pants and underwear.

"Look at how hard you are... Bet you got this hard the second I hit you back there, fucking masochistic slut..."

"Shut the fuck up before I resume the fight."

Y/N chuckled, as he wrapped his hands around Hargrove's waist, pulling him closer and into a kiss. This time, Billy put up a good fight, grabbing L/N by shoulders, angrily biting his lips, and even the tongue sometimes. Being busy with the second, more intimate round of their fight, Billy didn't notice Y/N's hands roaming around his body, so he let out a surprised moan when he felt something prodding at his hole.

"Don't be so loud... I can't just do you raw, y'know... I mean, unless that's what you're specifically into..."

Hargrove opened his mouth to spit out some snarky remark, but it drowned in another breathy moan, coming out right from the back of his throat, as he unconsciously grinded against L/N's fingers. As Y/N worked his way inside his partner, he lifted him up by the thighs, roughly pressing him against the wall, silencing another incoming moan with a prolonged, messy kiss.

Both hands now gripped Billy's thighs, as Y/N pulled back for air, licking his lips and eying Hargrove, completely ruined before him, and they were yet to get to the main course.

"You sure about this?"

Y/N suddenly asked, worry painted on his face, to which Hargrove only rolled his eyes.

"Did you not see me getting super hard for you, and literally sucking your cock?"

His partner chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Hargrove's face.

"I suppose you're right."

Before pressing into Billy, immediately covering his mouth, as he started to moan upon an unfamiliar feeling within his body. Music echoed from the other room, as Billy silently moaned, only for Y/N to hear. Their eyes gazed into each other, as L/N smiled, once again replacing his hand with his mouth, before silently whispering in Hargrove's ear:

"Just give me a sign when it's okay to move."

Meanwhile, Billy was at the same time in hell and heaven. He felt like he was being split up in two, and ascending to gods, with the way Y/N felt inside him, so naturally good, and painfully big at the same time. He would occasionally whimper, when L/N would ever so slightly move, just to hold him in a more comfortable position. As the pain faded, Billy couldn't help but moan, slightly grinding into his partner, nodding upon being asked if this was the asked for sign.

Billy thought he felt good before, but not until Y/N started moving. The blonde felt like he could cum any second, which never happened to him before that fast. As L/N moved in and out slowly, he made sure to mark Hargrove's neck and chest using just his mouth.

"You feel so fucking good when you're inside..."

Sometimes, Billy's brain would work enough for him to form a sentence of admiration, but other 80% of the time, it was too clouded by lust. Y/N smiled, as he licked a stripe from Hargrove's neck, right to his ear, making sure to get it, too. Billy moaned, his eyes rolling back, as he continued to mutter incoherent sentences, before this one:

"Please... Faster... Y/N... So good..."

"What is it, baby? You want me to go faster?"

Hargrove frantically noded, as Y/N wasted no time completing his demand, slamming into him twice as fast as he was. Truth being told, at this point, Billy felt like L/N didn't really care over his, Billy's pleasure and wellbeing, he felt like he was being used, and no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he liked it, a lot.

"Use me... Y/N... Y/N, please... Oh fuck.."

"What is it, baby boy? Is someone here likes being used as a little, dirty, dick hungry slut?"

L/N emphasized every single word of the last sentence with a deep, hard thrust, every single one of which Billy felt like went straight up to his brain.

"Answer the question, dear."

Hargrove nodded a couple of times, being rewarded with another couple of hard thrusts, that felt like they were rearranging his insides, literally.

"Such a good boy, I bet you would enjoy it so much..."

L/N not only sped up, but also let one of his hands find it's way to Billy's cock, now gently stroking it with expertise.

"If I just went out there, to everyone who's partying..."

Hard, deep, steady thrusts made Billy not only roll his eyes back, but throw his head back, and moan, at this point not caring about everyone outside hearing.

"And let them use you... However they wanted. Doesn't that sound great to you?"

Hargrove moaned once again, his hands desperately trying to hold on to Y/N's sweaty body. Even if he was out of here a little bit, he still could answer the question by shaking his head.

"No? Then what would you enjoy?"

Billy shut his eyes and tried covering his mouth up with his hand, but failing miserably.

"You..."

"I don't understand what that means, sweetheart. Explain to me."

Y/N shook his head, fake pouting, stopping his hand movements.

"You... I enjoy... Enjoy you..." , Hargrove said through panting, moaning and whimpering.

"So will you finally admit you have a thing for me?"

L/N asked innocently, as he stopped moving whatsoever, only holding Billy up with his hands.

"What..? Move, move, please, oh my fucking..."

"Not until you admit it."

Billy whimpered, bucking his hips against Y/N's to get some sort of friction, before looking up at his partner with pleading eyes.

"You're adorable like this. But I won't start moving until you say it."

"I like it... I like it when... You're on me... Using and..."

The rest died down in the moan he once again erupted, as L/N teased him by grinding a little.

"I like being handled by you, Y/N... I love it, fuck... Oh god, I couldn't get my dick up to a thought of some girl this week and I... Holy shit... I thought I'd lost it, you made- OH FUCK! Ha... You made it... Come back."

Y/N licked his lips, satisfied with the answer, bending down to Hargrove's ear.

"That's so good, darling."

And not waiting another minute to regain his speed almost immediately, slamming into Billy at the highest speed he could handle, the sound of skin slapping, both moaning and Billy's sweaty body slapping against the wall echoed in the bathroom.

"Oh god, Y/N... I'm fucking near. I feel it... I... Ha.."

"Go on babe, do it for me."

As soon as those words left Y/N's mouth, Hargrove moaned in a high-pitched voice, as he came all over himself, releasing the tightness that was building up in him for the past week. L/N continued ramming into him at a fast pace, until he came himself, moaning into Billy's ear.

As Y/N pulled out, a little bit of his seed oozed onto the floor, as they both collapsed on the bathroom floor, both sweaty and sticky, their ears ringing. As the aftermath cleared a little bit, a quiet, still not completely stable voice echoes in the bathroom walls:

"Tell anyone about this and you're fucking dead."

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[mlmmetalhead]

Rip my ribcage open, devour what's truly yours

Ethan Landry x Male reader

CW: nsfw, murder of an original female character, emetophobia, slutshaming? kinda?; mentions of straight sex, the reader is attracted to men and women, Ethan is gay, cowboy position, top reader, from sub to power bottom Ethan, evil fucked up Ethan, jealousy, possession kink, a REALLY unhealthy obsession, blood kink, biting.

MINORS + FEM ALIGNED DNI

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The music was booming, Ethan's ears rang and the lighting was dazzling. People's bodies around him smelled of sweat and alcohol, and his head felt like it would crack open. Then a wave of nausea hit him, and he felt the contents of his stomach creeping up his throat. Ethan's hand shot up to his mouth as he tried to search for Chad or Y/n in the crowd of unfamiliar people. But he couldn't - it was as if his friends have dissolved into thin air. He pushed through the wall of people to the stairs, climbing them as fast as he could. Luckily, there weren't as many people as there were downstairs. Ethan darted around searching for a bathroom when he stumbled on a door at the end of the corridor that looked like it might be a bathroom.

Without thinking, Ethan pushed through the door to what he thought would be a bathroom only to be met with a sight of a bedroom with dim lights. The bed was occupied by a naked girl with one of the guys Ethan searched for on top of her. His heart dropped as Y/n jolted back up, locking eyes with Landry. Ethan didn't know why he felt like this, why he felt his hands tensing up around the door handle and his teeth gritted. But he didn't have a chance to think about it more before he threw up on the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Shit, Ethan!" Y/n screamed as he bounced right back on his feet, still half naked. The girl made a loud sound of disgust as L/n helped his friend not to literally pass out right there. He wrapped his hands around Ethan's torso, and the latter thought he could throw up a second time at the thought of those same hands being on this girl's body just a second ago. Landry still felt a disgusting feeling pooling in his stomach as he made eye contact with the naked girl on the bed. He made sure to memorize every single feature of her dirty little face he grew to hate in bare seconds. He tried to pull a shit eating grin, clawing on his friend's shoulders, but it fell flat as he closed his eyes, too tired to really function.

Chad later told him, that Y/n went out the room, with no shirt on and his belt unbuckled, carrying unconscious Ethan in his hands. He took his shirt with him and drove the passed out guy to their dorm. Before he drove off, the girl he tried to hook up with, Chloe, a theater major, made a whole scene and slapped Y/n across the face. Apparently, it was mainly her clothes Ethan threw up all over, which honestly, he was delighted to learn. Through the course of next week, Landry made it his priority learning more about that bitch L/n was with. He didn't know why, not really, but every time he thought about Y/n being with her that night, he felt like destroying something.

It wasn't hard finding her on social media, especially since Quinn agreed to help her dear brother. Her Tinder account was especially disgusting. It's definitely for the best Y/n didn't sleep with her, with the amount of guys she hooks up with, no wonder she probably has STDS. Hacking her account was easy, of course someone as dumb as her would make all of their account passwords the same. From then on, when she agreed to a date with some random dude, Ethan just logged into her account and told the guy something along the lines of 'family business', just ten minutes before the set time. It's too bad Chloe was already on the agreed spot.

It was a seemingly peaceful evening on a busy street. Chloe was waiting for her Tinder date forever, beginning to think of the possibility of being stood up. Suddenly, her phone rang, and the display showed an unknown number, but she didn't remember sharing her phone with this guy. But with no better options, she accepted it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Chloe?", there was a certain impatience with how the voice sounded.

"Yes, and are you... Jason, by any chance?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm really sorry for running late it's uh... I'm not familiar with this part of town."

"It's fine, I get that", Chloe giggled. She really liked the guy's voice, "Can you see... A park? Or maybe someone walking their dog, there's a dog play area here."

The question was followed by silence, but just when Chloe began to feel uneasy, the voice on the other side broke through again: "Yes, there is someone walking their dog, but I don't see a park... Wait, they're walking towards and alley, is there an alley nearby?"

She looked around and spotted a dark alleyway a couple of meters away from her, "Yes! Yes, are you going in?"

"I am! Oh, that's just great, I was worried I was lost."

Chloe hurriedly walked towards the alley, which, admittedly, was a bit creepy, with no one around and the dark sky above. Walking in, she stopped around the center of it, her eyes searching for the cute guy she met on tinder, or at least, the person with their dog he mentioned. But no one showed up. "Are you sure you're on the right address?" Her voice sounded a bit anxious.

"I don't know... Am I, Chloe?" the girl shuddered at the words, a dreadful sense of uneasiness crawling up her back.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, you better be. Say, do you like scary movies?" Chloe felt panic rising in her stomach, as her eyes frantically darted around the alley.

"N-no, not really my thing... Are you there already?!"

"Oh, then it's no wonder. No wonder you were so stupid, to walk into an empty alley in the cover of the night."

Before Chloe got the chance to answer, she felt a gloved hand grab her mouth, and a sharp blade piercing her back. She tried to scream, but the next place the blade struck was her throat, leaving her a babbling mess, blood pouring out of her barely open mouth. As misery and fear that of a dying rabbit struck her, tears streamed down her face. Oh, how Ethan loved it. He drove his blade into her quickly collapsing body, hoping to reach into her fading soul. He hoped it hurt. Hoped it hurt just as much it hurt him to see her take what belonged to him. Every time her flesh ripped, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her place that night, covered in her blood as Y/n took him and made them one.

By the time Landry was done with her, she was almost unrecognizable. He was covered in blood from head to toe. Such a pity she couldn't see his face behind that ghostface mask, maybe she'd even recognize him. Maybe she'd remember how he smiled at her when his Y/n discarded her as a toy the second he, his dear Ethan felt bad.

It didn't take too long for the murder to appear on the news. Ethan couldn't help but smile when the cops said they didn't have any leads. It was presumed to be connected to the ghostface murders, with a similar hit-and-run way of attacking, but no masks were found at the scene. Either way, it was someone from their college, someone they knew. So it was no wonder Ethan showed up at Y/n's door on the same evening the news broke out. He looked like a kicked puppy, especially with the rain that poured outside, his hair and sweater were wet, and his eyes pleading with his friend for shelter.

"What happened?", his sweet, sweet voice made Ethan so excited.

"I'm scared, Y/n... Can I please stay with you for some time? Chad's with his friends and I don't want to be alone..."

L/n's face was full of concern when he let Landry through the door of his room. Ethan inhaled the air filled with his favorite scent and smiled to himself before turning around with the same sad expression on his face.

"Shit, you're drenched... Here, I'll get you a spare shirt and pants if you want." Y/n looked at his friend, stretching his hand out. Only a couple seconds after it occurred to Ethan what he was stretching his arm for, and bit his lip in an attempt to hide his excitement before pulling the sweater off his body, followed by his pants. His beloved made an attempt to cover his eyes, to which Landry mumbled: "It's fine... You can look." Ethan held eye contact with Y/n as he revealed himself to him, hoping his friend wouldn't notice the half-hard-on in his boxers.

His bed was so soft, especially with his old clothes on, practically surrounded by things that reminded Landry of him. Some movie Ethan wasn't really paying attention to was playing on the TV, the h/c guy layed beside him, his hands wrapped around Ethan's torso, gently caressing the burning skin. Landry didn't know how much longer he could hold himself from pouncing right on top of Y/n, as unconventional memories of Chloe's ripping flesh began to crawl in-between his soft thighs.

"Y'know, it's really great to have you here." Ethan tore his gaze off of the TV screen, intently watching Y/n's features, "I was... I'm really scared too. I knew Chloe, y'know? When I heard the news I thought... Y'know, it's stupid, it was over a week after that but... I thought if I haven't just left her at that party maybe things would've been... Different."

Ethan felt his jaw tensing again, as his brows furrowed. That familiar sense of blood boiling in his veins and a sharp feel of anger piercing at his heart. He gutted that fucking bitch so Y/n would give all the attention to him, not that he would talk about her useless dead ass, especially when they're supposed to be hanging out together!

"You alright?" L/n asked, worry clearly painted on his face. Was Ethan so mad it showed on his face?

"Yeah. It's fine."

"No, something's wrong, I can see it. Talk to me, dude. I want to be able to help." With those words, the guy took Landry's hands in his own, slightly caressing his palms. Ethan's breathing got stuck in his throat when he tried to make eye contact with the object of his admiration. "I-it's nothing. It's stupid."

"If it's bothering you, then it's clearly not stupid. You know, everyone's on the edge right now. You can tell me if something... Or someone, is bothering you." Ethan raised his eyes, locking with the e/c ones. He opened his dry mouth and whispered, barely audible:

"Can you kiss me?"

Y/n stayed still for a moment, his expression blank. Ethan felt his heart sink. Was he too selfish in his attempts of conquering the man's attention and heart, that he hadn't even considered the possibility of it being not mutual? And then he heard the hushed response, "Yes." Y/n pulled Landry closer to him, and his arms, which had held him a second ago, wrapped around Ethan's shoulders, pressing gently against his stiff body. Ethan, without taking his eyes off the others, leaned forward so that their heads were flush, then kissed L/n lightly. The kiss was sweet, tender, and very gradual, fully consistent with the sensations that Ethan had been waiting to experience. Y/n's movements seemed slow and sleepy, Landry's were sharp and impetuous, but they were just as harmonious and complete. When they separated, Ethan's lips were red and wet, his eyes looking at what he had desired for so long with desperation.

"Y/n..." he uttered, slowly breathing, as if in a state of trance. "Take me, please?"

L/n was hesitant for a second, his hands ghosting around the hem of his own old shirt on Ethan's slender body. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Landry couldn't help but smile, showing a little bit of tooth which, for some unknown reason, made Y/n shudder. "Of course I am. I couldn't tell you how long I've been waiting..."

The cold air of the room hit Ethan's burning skin like a dozen of needles. He made a great effort to let L/n know his hands were more than welcome to explore, all while being completely steady himself, only reveling in the intoxicating sensation of rough human skin again his shamefully exposed body. Occasional silent pleas left his wet lips, which were always obliged by the one he longed for. When the time came for his pants, Landry took them off himself. There was no point in trying to hide the obvious excitement between his legs now, so he presented himself fully to Y/n, admittedly, still being a bit shy about it. L/n was not at all disconcerted by this choice of his partner. It lent a touch of innocence to everything that was going on. His soft skin tasted of salt on Y/n's lips. Ethan bent his legs at the knees and spread them apart. L/n leaned forward, never stopping to stroke Landry's cock through his silky black briefs. Softly, he wrapped his arms around his ass and pulled Ethan to him, and when his knee was between his legs, he felt the force with which Landry squeezed him with his hips. Ethan felt as if his flesh had been struck by lightning. He could hardly restrain a moan. His lover's hands were working magic on his sensitive pink nipples, as his knee was rubbing his erection. This was something else, something new, something he had never before felt. A feeling of escape swept through Ethan's body in a way that he couldn't even begin to explain. It was as if all the obstacles that had held back his flow for so long had vanished, leaving him with what he chased for so long, together with him. Landry let out a low, throaty moan, squeezing Y/n's knee even harder with his thighs. A few more moments passed, and then he spoke up:

"Wait... Can you... Take your shirt off too? I want... Want to see."

Y/n smiled, his hands traveling from Ethan's nipples down to his palms, slowly stroking and while directing them towards the bottom of his own shirt.

"Take it off yourself if you want, baby."

Landry felt his cock twitch in his briefs, a quiet moan leaving him. His heart was racing at the intimacy of the moment when he first saw L/n's bare stomach and a slight line of a happy trail leading him down like a guideline. When his eyes met with his lover's chest, he couldn't help but let a hand slip. It traveled down to the edge of Y/n's pants, stopping at it, before Ethan looked up questioningly at his heart's contents. L/n smiled again and nodded. Only that was needed for Landry to pull the pants down along with the boxers. He felt his hole clench upon looking at the hard member revealed to him.

"Is this...", his voice was breathless, "...because of me?"

His lover only chuckled at that, letting a hand pet Ethan's soft curls. "Of course it's because of you. Who else would it be? It's only for you."

Only for him. Only for him. Oh god, these words made Landry's sick mind make an another twist and a sickly sweet feeling pool in his stomach. His. No one else's. A Cheshire-like grin crawled upon his soft feature's as Ethan touched Y/n's hard cock, not giving it any mercy as his hand sped up, jerking it, spreading around a layer of pre. "Yeah? Tell me more."

L/n shuddered, a sudden feeling that can only be described as what a deer feels being caught by a wolf washed over his body and mind, stunning him for a good minute. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ethan's smirk. His glistening fangs sent a shiver down Y/n's spine.

"I- I'm hard because of you. I've been jerking it to the thought of you... For a while, to be honest."

Landry let our a low guttural sound, that L/n swore sounded like a growl. "I did the same for you." He giggled, speeding his hand up. Y/n moaned at the sensation of the guy's hand on his cock, but it wasn't for too long that he was able to enjoy it. Suddenly, all at once, it stopped. Ethan got his hand off of L/n, instead getting more comfortable climbing onto his lap.

" 'm gonna ride you, okay? Saw it in porn once. You okay with that, sweetie?" Y/n nodded, accepting his role and breathing in the sweet scent of the guy on top of him.

He smelled of blood.

When the tip of his cock brushed over Ethan's hole, L/n found he was already prepped."I've been waiting for this for so long.", Landry half whispered, biting his lip, "Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about this? About you? I've never... I'm a virgin, you know? Do you like that, Y/n? Taking my innocence? Fuck, I hope you do.", With those words, he lowered himself on the other man's cock with a loud, high-pitched moan. A sharp bite tearing into the soft skin of a deer. They both moaned as Landry wasted no time to start moving, colliding their bodies in a sensual symphony of sweat and loud breaths.

"Fuck! Feels even better than I imagined! So deep! Do you like this, babe?", Ethan's eyes darted back to L/n's face, seemingly not even searching for an answer, only to drink in the tasteful expression of pleasure on his face. In unison with the sound of the slapping skin, the h/c male loudly moaned a positive response, throwing his head back. He felt Ethan's claws digging into his shoulders as his pace increased. Landry wasn't ashamed anymore, not holding in all and any noises he made, almost like he was making sure all the neighbors knew he was finally claiming what belonged to him. Fuck, he wished he was covered in that whore's blood now. He wished to leave blood marks on Y/n's perfect body as a sign of sacrifice in their sinful ritual as they became one.

Now every breath of air bursting from Ethan's lungs filled his instincts with lust. The animal part in him demanded to sink his teeth into that muscular throat and tear the flesh, leaving a scarlet mark on his skin. Landry imagined the pleasure Y/n would feel crying out in pain. He groaned, trembling at the keen sensation of the unfulfilled. Soon it would happen, and the smell of blood would fill him, soaking his entire body. To delay the moment when he would cum, Ethan slowed his pace. After a few seconds, it worked, a wave of tremors ran through Landry's body. The sweet pain of drawn-out pleasure boiled up in his throat. It was only when it became difficult to restrain himself that he began to move faster. "Mine..." he murmured in a voice hoarse with desire.

"What was that?" L/n asked, barely able to process the world around him with a spinning head, drunk with lust.

"Mine... Mine!" Ethan screamed louder and louder, saliva dripping from his red lips onto the man underneath him. A hungry beast. "Mine! No one else's! And I'm yours! Claim me!" They both got lost in a loud scream of pleasure. Ethan lost his mind, moving up and down at an inhuman pace, feeling his legs stick to his lover from the amount of precum they were covered in. Feeling climax approach, with an animalistic grin plastered onto his face, Ethan jumped forward, biting down on Y/n's shoulder, drawing out a bit of blood. L/n moaned, music for Landry's ears.

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Y/n!" Ethan screamed, darting upwards and stretching his back while his body exploded in a final catharsis. Jumping back down one last time he felt Y/n's seed spilling inside, filling his guts with the ecstatic feeling of being owned.

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Closeted Ethan hcs.

Male reader

sfw & nsfw (divided)

A/n: what was supposed to be a couple of hcs turned into a story of sorts, with headcanons following. This is a mess, but I hope you'll enjoy it.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

SFW

He never really as much though of not being straight.

It's more like he never really was attracted to any girls, but got into a relationship or two because of peer pressure. It never worked out in the end, of course. The girls were never satisfied with what he was able to give them.

He felt guilty, really, he did. Didn't know what was wrong, tried to watch some of those pick up gurus on social media, but all the advice seemed pointless.

He did have crushes on boys throughout his life, but never knew they were crushes. Everyone feels like that sometimes, right?

And then he met Y/n.

A cute, selfless, interesting to talk to guy. He was also pretty open about his sexuality, and Ethan supported him!

They weren't best friends per se, but they hung out a lot when the group was together, and enjoyed talking to to each other.

The time they spent together felt great. Even if it wasn't anything crazy, just going to get coffee or something, Ethan always felt amazing in those moments, no matter how short they were.

It was only when Y/n got a boyfriend, something changed.

Jim. An another film major. Arrogant, loud, self-centred, oh, why did Y/n even choose someone like him? They didn't belong together at all!

And the worst thing is, whenever they went somewhere with the group, that annoying guy started going with them!

Everyone seemed to like him a lot. Ethan couldn't understand it even if he tried. There was absolutely nothing to like about him!

So Landry almost stopped hanging out with his friends, at least when Y/n and Jim were there.

The theme came up at a movie party at Sam and Tara's. Y/n and his boyfriend already left, to which Ethan breathed out in relief.

"Why do you hate their relationship so much?" Tara turned to him, eating what was left of the popcorn.

"What? I don't hate it! It's... I don't care. They can do whatever they want." Landry crossed his arms on his chest in defence.

"He suddenly became homophobic when Y/n actually got a boyfriend." Anika giggled.

"Nah, more like he's jealous." Mindy chimed in.

"What? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not jealous!" Ethan almost shouted with offence clearly painted on his features.

"Oooh, you totally are!" Tara laughed.

"Okay, you're being irrational here. Who am I even jealous of? Y/n? Why would I be?"

"You're not jealous of Y/n, you're jealous because of him!" Mindy exclaimed.

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but found his words stuck in his throat. He sat there for a minute, and then got up to leave.

"I need to think this through." He explained, putting his jacket on.

"The closet is made out of glass!" Anika shouted when the door closed behind him.

That took a LONG time thinking through. I mean not like a day or two, but more like a couple of months.

Through all this time Ethan made an effort to shield himself from any interactions with L/n. He didn't need more sexuality crisis then what was going on currently.

But alas, he was pulled out to a party by Chad, of course he was. No words could convince the guy to let him stay.

"You've been alone rotting by yourself for the longest time, we need to find you at least someone!"

And that's how he got here. Sitting in someone's backyard with music blasting from the house. He was lucky no one was shagging here, that's for sure.

"Hey E! Didn't know you were here, too!"

With dread spreading through his chest, Ethan looked up to see the very guy he was trying to avoid this whole time smiling at him, just walked out of the house.

"Yeah. I didn't want to come." Landry looked away, trying to look like the bushes were the most interesting thing in the world.

"...hey, I'm sorry, okay? Can- can you tell me what happened, please? What did I do?" Y/n's sorry voice rang in the cool spring air, making Landry's heart almost stop.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, everything was great, we had chemistry or something, and then you suddenly just... Stop talking to me. Without an explanation or anything. What happened, E? I really... I really liked what we had, y'know? I want to try and bring that back."

A silence fell upon the two as Ethan tried to think of a plausible answer.

"You didn't do anything, it's a me problem. I still like you, Y/n."

L/n smiled faintly. "Well, what's the problem then? Maybe I can help you... Figure it out?"

Landry shifted in his place, awkwardly coughing in his fist, as faint red dust covered his cheeks. "Isn't your boyfriend gonna be worried about where you are? Maybe you should check on him."

"Who, Jim? Oh, we broke up a couple of weeks ago."

"Really?" Shit, that sounded a lot more enthusiastic then Ethan was ready for

"Yeah, I don't even know why, his initiative."

"Oh, I'm..." Landry tried to compose himself, and not let the for some reason wildly beating heart take over, "I'm so... Really sorry, Y/n. That must've been awful."

L/n shrugged at that. "I got over it pretty quickly. We didn't exactly have a deep connection or anything like that."

Ethan couldn't stop his hands from fidgeting when he finally got the courage to open his mouth. "Okay, I will tell you what my problem is, if you promise not to laugh! Or tell anyone!"

"I promise." Y/n had a serious expression on his face, despite the slight smile still lingering on his lips.

Landry took a deep breath before continuing: "I think... I might... I might prefer boys over girls."

An another round of silence ensued, making Ethan sweat from nervousness.

"Oh dude that's... That's awesome. I'm so happy for you." Y/n took him in for a hug, leaving Ethan startled for a moment. "Sorry for being so selfish but did you... Did you realize because of me?"

Landry gulped. "I... Possibly? I don't know how I feel about you, but when you were with Jim I felt... Weird."

"There's only one way to find out."

"Wh- what do you mean, exactly?" Ethan could feel a mix of worry and excitement creep up his back again.

"I think you know what I mean." Y/n said in a low voice, leaning closer to his face. "Kiss me, man."

That didn't take much convincing.

The kiss felt sweet and a little awkward, Ethan wasn't a very experienced kisser, but all he lacked was made up by Y/n.

After that party, they started talking again, with more sweet talk implemented.

The word 'boyfriends' scared Landry a little, and even if everyone around them called them just that, he didn't want to use it.

But Y/n didn't mind, he understood the stress the poor boy was going through and didn't want to double down on it.

So they were just friends.

Friends who are far more affectionate with each other.

Friends who stay at each other's dorms and sleep in each other's beds, cuddled up.

Friends who have no problem kissing each other when they're in private.

Yeah, that type of friends.

Ethan was insanely nervous about coming out to others, especially his family.

So most likely, it was L/n who brought the news over to the others when they both were ready.

Luckily, everyone in the group was super supportive of Y/n's and Ethan's relationship when they finally told everyone. But his family still stays in the shadows.

He wants to be affectionate everywhere, but he's also nervous. So no PDA in public.

But when it's alone time? Oh boy, he won't calm down, because his boyfriend is now his bed and his stuffed toy for hugging and kissing.

The boy is painfully touchstarved, and his partner quickly learns that.

Dates are never a problem, even if it's just a quick meetup in-between lectures, Ethan remembers that. I think he keeps a box of different stuff other people will consider junk, but for him, it's memories of the dates with Y/n.

He also sometimes wish he could draw, just so that he could draw pictures of his boyfriend.

Ethan's love language is mostly gifts and quality time. He never was able to really put his feelings into words, so little trinkets will do.

He almost behaves like a cat, leaving it on his boyfriend's bed or putting it with a little note in his bag, for the life of him, he can't just give presents normally.

NSFW

Actually, it has been long before he came out when Ethan started jerking off to gay porn.

He never really wanted to think why it turned him on so much, it just did and he didn't give it much thought, as long as it felt good.

He never experimented with pleasuring himself anally, but he couldn't picture himself being on top.

Here's the truth: Ethan's not just a virgin, a turbovirgin. He came in his pants the first couple of times he and Y/n made out.

He's so extremely loud, his boyfriend may need to gag him, as he moans at the smallest bit of touch.

Even though it will take a while before he would be able to get to penetration, sucking cock quickly became one of, if not the favourite bedroom activity.

He could drop on his knees anywhere any time if it was needed, and he always drooled a lot, providing enough lube.

It's possible he has an oral fixation at this point, but no matter the cause: he's great at taking it in his mouth, isn't this what matters?

His thighs are super sensitive, every time L/n's hands brush over them, even if it's not intentionally, Landry can hardly contain a moan.

He isn't into anything crazy in particular, but later he discovers his love towards overstimulation.

There's just something so satisfying in being pounded and played with again and again, hardly staying conscious while being covered in spit, sweat and other possible bodily fluids.

As we established, he's a bottom. At first, it was a little hard, but the second Y/n's cock hit Ethan's prostate for the first time, all the worries were gone.

Absolutely loves being taken, feeling helpless and soft while his sweet spot is being driven into.

His moans during intercourse resemble a girl's pretty good, so Y/n's and Ethan's neighbours still didn't get any questions.

If he's a little more eager, loves sitting on his boyfriend's lap or riding him, being in somewhat of control.

His lips always get so swollen and red by the time they finish since he bites them so much.

Hides any marks were thoroughly because he doesn't want to be embarrassed, but he does have a secret fantasy of just parading his lover's marks on his body freely, letting everyone know he's taken.

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[mlmmetalhead]

Steve Harrington with a boyfriend headcanons

Male reader.

I remember being annoyed by Steve in the first season and look where I am now.

Writing this while almost dying from the amount of cold milk I drank.

It was really hard for him to comprehend and accept his feelings towards a guy.

Your relationship started as really close, if not best friends.

I don't think he'd be able to accept his feelings towards a guy, unless they knew each other really well.

Really oblivious as well.

So even if you thought you were dropping obvious hints, they all went right over his head.

Cut him some slack, I don't think he ever even thought about a same-sex relationship.

When he started feeling funny about his friend, immediately rushed to Robin for advice.

If I'm being honest, she probably caught onto your attempts almost immediately after they started, so she was pleasantly relieved when Steve's braincells finally worked, as they do once in a while.

She pretended to hear about this for the first time, gave him some of the most obvious pieces of advice and called it a day.

Probably ended up embarrassing himself, because he thought you were supposed to come up with a different strategy to score a guy.

He tried, but ended up just turning back to his god awful pickup lines, just a little... Different.

"When I'm around you I can't think straight."

"... Are you okay?"

"I don't need a spoonful of sugar to swallow you."

"What the fuck-"

You end up just asking him out yourself, since every single one attemt of his fails miserably.

So happy it's unbelievable.

Literally jumping in his place with fists clenched.

Goes home and just runs around his bedroom until he gets tired.

Since it's still the 80s, you two can't have public dates and expression of PDA, which is why every single one of your dates is "just hanging out with a friend".

It takes time since he's fully used to call you his boyfriend, but he's really exited he can actually do that.

Will try so hard to set up a perfect date, but it'll all crumble down somehow in the end.

Truth to be told, it's his favourite kind of dates, memory wise.

There's a lot more to remember from a date that went wrong, then from a quiet, nice one.

Not to mention how much he likes it when you console and reassure him, he feels so much better in your arms.

Again, mostly because he isn't used to not needing to be seen as a "leader" of the relationship, it'll be really hard for Steve to ask for praise and reassurance when he needs it, and he needs a lot.

You might have to make the first move here, again.

A lot of work is required from you in this relationship, actually. Because Steve for the love of god, will not speak up about his problems himself.

Not at first, anyway.

But when you notice he's been off, when you ask him, and make him feel better, even if it's just something as simple as a cuddle session, he'll melt. Almost physically, he just loves you so much.

On to the more general stuff,

Sometimes, you just happened to tag along on Steve's and his kid's crew adventures.

Then, "sometimes" becomes "every time", and then, whenever you aren't there, someone always goes "Call Y/N!"

Were you asking for this? Hell no.

Are you complaining? Not really.

Every time this happens, Steve is going to apologize profusely every chance he gets, because he genuinely feels like you don't want to be there.

"Y/N, I'm so, so sorry, really, you can go the next chance you get, I promise it's okay no one's going to-"

"It's alright, babe, I'm not complaining."

"No, but you actually can go home, I promise I won't be-"

"I said it's okay, Steve, I am okay with this."

But this comes mostly from how much he cares for you, and doesn't want you hurt because of, what he feels like, is his responsibility.

Again, I somehow always end up with discussing serious matters.

I don't know where to put this hc but here, but he adores cats. Loves 'em.

If you have a cat, will not leave it alone whenever he comes over. He'll talk to it in a baby voice while cradling it like a child.

If you don't, you'll sometimes hear something along those lines:

"Y/N, can you move in with me and adopt a cat? Please?"

"Why can't you just adopt a cat on your own?"

"Because then it'll be your cat! Y'know, a special one."

If you're on a date and Steve spots a cat walking around, y'all are not leaving the location, until the cat will get fed up with his antics.

If you'll visit him while he's working shift at Scoops, will refuse to leave the counter even after you've made you order, staring at you with practical hearteyes, making it painfully obvious to everyone in the cafe.

He likes getting you little things.

Can get you a literal piece of junk he found somewhere at the mall, and will say:

"This reminded me of you."

With the most loving expression ever.

And you won't be able to reject it, goddamnit.

Overall, he's a lovesick dummy, take care of him, even if he wants to seem as the one in control, he really just needs a hug.

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[mlmmetalhead]

Hi! Could you do Steve Harrington NSWF hc with Top male reader? If not that's totally fine.

Steve Harrington NSFW headcanons

Male reader

An: I really hope this won't turn out to be an another endless saga. One of the parts is heavily inspired by @tipsticky 's fic, so like, go read it, good stuff.

WOMEN DNI

I voiced this thought somewhere previously, but he will try so hard to at least look like the dominant and more experienced one.

When it leads to your first time, he'll casually drop the remarks of:

"Hey, listen, we don't have to do this, because, um... I-I'm actually, like, really good and I can be hard sometimes-"

"Who said you're going to be in charge?"

Immediately smitten with your response, in both meanings.

His eyes widened as he just sort of stood there, not sure how to respond, only mustering up a weak laugh.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued and incredibly turned on from your remark.

Whiny. Really whiny.

Not loud in moans and words, just specifically whining.

Furthermore, when he would say actual words, they'd come out all breathy and quiet, just for you to hear.

Would lose composure so fast, literally minute into the make out session, and he already grabs you anywhere his hands could reach, drooling and moaning into your mouth.

Steve is also the type to scratch all over your back while you're doing him. He needs to feel you at any given time.

He absolutely hates being restrained, and you use that to your advance.

Also, is unable to maintain a serious tone throughout your alone time.

Will try really hard, and fail inevitably, to not make some witty remark, or a really dumb sex pun.

"Mmh... H-hey, Y/N, what do you call a ghosts erection?"

"Steve, for the love of god..."

A big tease. Not in the bed, no, but when leading up to it, or giving hints, he'll go above and beyond to let you know he's in the mood.

A little thing he found out, it's really, really easy to get a proper punishment if he will respond to a girls flirting while you watch.

It usually works. At first, you'd take him right in the bathroom of whatever place you two were at, against the wall, messy and more noisy, as the echo doesn't give you two a lot of privacy.

And let me tell you, the times where you just took him, all angry and frustrated, releasing those emotions through your harsh thrusts, shaking his world, were one of his favourites.

But after his third attempt, you caught up on what was going on, so you just... Didn't show any emotion, continuing on with whatever you were supposed to be doing.

Steve was really, really confused the first time that happened, he was so desperate and horny for you, he ended up even kissing the girl. Nothing too sensual, he didn't even make the first move, just didn't say no.

Oh, that was a big mistake.

When you two sat in your car, he could see just how pent up you were.

You promised to drop him off at his place after the event, but you didn't really... Go the right way.

"Sorry, where are we... Going right now?"

"I'm taking you home."

"But this- this isn't the way to my house..?"

"Oh, not your home, my home."

He sucked in a breath, his lower lip caught up between his teeth.

The second he closed your door behind him, his back was against the wall, your lips on his neck, your knee propped up between his legs.

"You'll regret what you did, fucking brat. I will not kiss those filthy lips, you've already used them for someone else tonight. I will, however, claim the rest of you."

His eyes roll back in his skull, as a moan left his throat. He couldn't fucking wait.

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[mlmmetalhead]

Kinesthetic learner

Request:

Eddie Munson x Male reader

CW: smut, heavy dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, degradation, overstim, possessive kink, no prep no protect, a lot of dialogue for some reason.

An: I was listening to Rob zombie while writing this, man's music does wonders to me, but I also feel like the actual smut is a little short, this was a little rushed and I don't really like it

taglist: @deddiemunson

WOMEN DNI

"Oh come on, you can't be that much of a bore!"

Y/N exhaled, lowering the book to his knees, death staring the guy sitting next to him, Eddie's hands tangled in his hair, legs crossed in front of his torso, as he looked at his "tutor" with a slight disappointment.

"In fact, no, I am not. If you didn't notice, I'm not a big fan of all this either. I wouldn't be here, only if I had the option."

"Really?", Munson smirked, shifting in the chair, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, "That's a shame... I'd hope you would at least get some kind of sympathy for me, all this time..."

He sighed, pretending to pout and look down, his eyes switching to Y/N from time to time. The other, however, left unresponsive to Eddie's playful attempts, maintaining his death gaze, left eye twitching. Rightfully so, not everyone could be cheerful and playful after four hours of tutoring Eddie Munson. Well, tutoring is a stretch. More like trying to tutor, while he is acting like a three year old who's being forced to eat his veggies. It was seriously pissing L/N off.

***

"Hi Eddie. I expect you over at my house today, at 6. I believe you have a project in science for-"

"Ooh...", Munson turned around, facing the guy talking to him, while slowly leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms, "Yeah, sorry, no can do. Not today, at least. You see, a new campaign is going to start, right on Monday, and I really, really, need to finish it, you gotta cut me some slack here, man. I'm struggling!"

"Sorry, but I can't just tell the teacher that I cancelled our meeting, I remind you, once again, just because you need to go do nothing all evening."

He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to look at L/N with the most confused and offended expression possible.

"Yeah, sorry, I- Hah, I think you didn't quite catch me. I'm not going to be doing nothing, alright? It's extremely important to write down every single detail of the campaign, even if I'm a good improviser, that won't save me when-"

"When the teacher is going to ask you, once again, to be the first one presenting your project. But it's alright, I guess you could just present them your D&D campaign, right?"

Eddie bit his lip, lowering himself against the lockers, eyes darting somewhere down, while scratching his cheek. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his brain, he switched his gaze back to Y/N, a smile growing on his lips.

"Do you think that could work?"

***

Munson went up to his trailer, whistling some songs to himself, keys swinging on a finger.

"Look who finally decided to show up!"

Eddie almost jumped at the unexpected voice coming from behind. There stood no other than Y/N, his lips pursed, brows furrowed, and the familiar death gaze almost burned a hole in Munson's forehead. The other guy, however, smiled, hooking his hands behind his back, hips swaying in a playful manner.

"Heey there, L/N! What are you doing here? Wait! Don't answer!", he put a hand in front of him, hips freezing for some time, before the stretched out hand went back up to his chin, stroking it, as if mimicking thinking. Immediately after which, he retrained the hand back behind his back, jumping on his two, "Yes! I will go out with you! I was starting to think you wouldn't ask, man, I was kind of scared that-"

"I'm not here to ask you out, stop playing one of your games, I've been waiting here for almost an hour, and the only thing that was keeping me here was the thought, that I would get to tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are."

With the playful expression dying off Eddie's face, his hands wandering back to his sides, blinking a couple of times, he pursed his lips, eyes darting away from the other guy.

"Sorry, what'd I do?"

"You can't be fucking serious, can you?"

L/N watch in disbelief, as Munson shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, looking back at his tutor, waiting for a verdict of his guilt.

"Eddie, this was the last chance on this week's meeting. We had one planned on Tuesday, but you couldn't show up, so we moved it to Wednesday. But when I went to your house on Wednesday, we studied for exactly fifteen minutes before you had to go somewhere. So we moved a meeting on today. At seven. And you didn't fucking show up, and apparently, you don't even know we had a meeting?"

"Oh..." Munson scratched his back, loudly inhaling and biting his lower lip, his other hand sticking to his side, as if glued on, "Yeah, sorry, I... I didn't really... Remember, y'know? I had band practice and..."

***

"Heyy! Earth to Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Y/N's face, as the other one blinked, coming back to the present.

"Oh hey, handsome. There you are, what were you thinking about, hm? Was it about me?"

L/N’s gaze met Eddie’s, as he processed the smug smile on the guy’s face. And in this exact moment, the face made him unbelievably mad.

“Well? Are you going to tell me what were you think-”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” Y/N stood up from his chair, towering over Munson, “I’m tired of your childish antics, and the way you treat this whole thing. You always have something better to do, making me run around searching for you like a lovesick teenage girl, as if I don’t have anything better to do. Do you know how many plans I had to move and cancel because of you, huh?”

Eddie gulped down, trying to move away from Y/N, lowering off from his chair, holding up his hands in defense. “Hey, um- I’m sorry, dude, I promise we can figure this-”

“Oh yeah, you should be sorry, Munson. I neglected sleep and important health routines to come to your house, only to receive nothing but a bunch of disrespect towards me and my time. I don’t know what kind of a romantic scenario from a teen’s book you think this is, but I don’t like all of this, I don’t find your pathetic attempts at flirting cute, or entertaining anymore. You want to know what I think? I think you’re nothing but a noisy, annoying, disobedient brat.”

Eddie exhaled loudly, the look in his eyes shifting from pure fear to something more, as his thighs rubbed together, tongue wandering over his lips, “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” his voice fell quieter, hands wondering closer to Y/n, but still not touching him.

L/N furrowed his brows, back straightening up, trying to read the expression on the others face. But boring into his big, brown, pleading eyes just irritated him more. Y/N grabbed Munson’s chin, holding his face to look himself directly in the eyes.

“You’ll have to do a lot, that’s for sure, you little fucker. What possibly do you have to offer that would make up for all the time I wasted on you?”

Instead of answering, Eddie slightly opened his mouth, his wet tongue pushing past his lips, as it touched and massaged Y/N’s thumb, being so conveniently pressed almost against his lips, all while not breaking intense eye contact even for a second. L/N furrowed his brows, quickly pulling his arm away, looking at Munson, sitting in front of him in somewhat of disbelief and confusion. He began wiping his hand on his shirt, until an idea popped into his head.

It was clear what the Dungeon Master was hinting at, not that it wasn't unexpected: he always was pretty flirty with the other, clearly expressing his interest. And even if Y/N was unbelievably annoyed by almost every single one of his actions and words, he couldn't deny that Eddie was quite attractive.

Slowing down the hand motion, Y/N came back closer, once again towering over Munson, a predatory look in his face, which made the other one's breath faster. Without any words, L/N's hand wandered into Eddie's hair, and pulled his head up to meet his own face, their lips smashing together.

Eddie moaned from suddenness of the contact, desperately griping Y/N by the shoulders and moaning into the kiss. Their teeth clashed together, saliva dropping down both of their chins. Munson moaned once again, grinding his crotch into L/N's leg, to which, much to Eddie's disappointment, Y/N pulled away, licking his lips and admiring his work while still holding other guy's hair in his iron grip.

"Get on your knees. And don't waste my time."

Munson quickly nodded, still not completely processing what was going on, as he got on his knees, looking up at his partner, as he removed his belt and undid his pants, slowly massaging his shaft through boxers. It wasn't long, before Y/N's dick was out and almost touching Eddie's nose. Licking his lips and quickly switching his eyes to the others face to get permission, Munson carefully opened his lips and the head of L/N's cock disappeared in his warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Y/N hissed, once again tangling his hand in Eddie's hair, pushing himself down his throat, moaning, "Your mouth is so warm... Doesn't look like you struggle that much, you do this a lot?"

Munson tried shaking his head or making a noise of disapproval, but he could only whimper and choke on the massive cock occupying his mouth. L/N chuckled at the others attempts at communicating.

"You know that's not true. Eddie The Freak Munson, is also a pathetic little cocksucker. I wonder why didn't you just use your pretty little mouth to pass your classes, huh? I wouldn't be here right now, if you were just smart enough to... Oh fuck... To use the skills you have."

Eddie moaned around the shaft, as he tried to take even more in his throat, his pretty eyes watering, as he looked up to look Y/N in the face, pulling at his hips.

"Eager, baby? Don't worry, you'll get more in a second."

Y/N smiled darkly, as he pulled out of Munson's throat, leaving saliva dropping from his gaping mouth, catching air.

"Thank you... S-so much, I... I wanted this for so long..."

"Oh, don't worry, you made that really obvious. Now don't waste more of my time, and get on the bed. Get those clothes out of my way."

Eddie happily obliged, getting undressed just in seconds, climbing on the soft sheets, laying down, hair spread out, thighs rubbing against one another, trying somehow to make the growing erection better. As Y/N climbed in after him, his shirt discarded somewhere in the room, Munson bit his lip, eyes exploring the exposed body of another guy. L/N spread Eddie's legs apart himself, titling the other body, that way his cock pressed right against Munson's tight asshole.

"Wait- You're not... You're not going to... Y'know, prep?"

Y/N looked at Eddie, once again, with the familiar death gaze, loudly exhaling.

"You don't deserve to be. I'm not wasting my time on you, once again."

And with that, wasting no time, he pushed in, Eddie's loud moans bouncing off the room's walls. Y/N groaned, still waiting for some time, before pushing even forward, drowning another prolonged moan from his partner. Munson moaned, tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes squinting, as the tearing pain went up his whole body from the sudden penetration. And even though it felt like thunderbolt of pain went up his whole inside, along with it, a wave of a different feeling came rushing straight to his brain, making him almost short-circuit. Mind clouding pleasure filled his thoughts, as everything Eddie could feel was L/N's big cock exploring his insides.

"Just like that. You fucking whore. What are you smiling for? You like that don't you? You like it when I fuck your brains out? Huh? Answer me."

Munson whimpered, hardly capable of any coherent words, as every single thought of his was fucked out by the next thrust of Y/N's hips,"Y-yeah... I like it...", Was all he could muster up, before his eyes rolled back, high-pitched moans escaping his throat.

L/N sped up, biting his own lips, with a loud spanking noise landing a hand on Eddie's ass, earning a pained whimper from him, "That's fucking right. Take it, you mouthy slut. That's what you get for being such a brat," with another spank.

With a loud moan and a shiver down his whole body, Eddie came, spilling on his stomach, eyes closing.

"You loved it a little too much, I see." Y/N smiled, wiping the cum off Munson's stomach, before pushing cum covered fingers up to his lips, "Clean up the mess you made, bitch."

As an obedient little slut he is, Eddie opened his mouth, gladly taking the fingers in his mouth and letting his tongue explore, sucking and licking them clean.

"That's a good whore."

Munson moaned at that, his hand rolling onto his eyes, as his whole body shook from the thrusts. Lips trembling with overstimulation, his spent cock getting red and hardening a little.

"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for being so bad... I-I love your dick. I love your dick so- so much, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, rewarding Eddie with a particularly deep thrust, before resuming his merciless pace, while gripping at the others thighs.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more, baby boy."

Eddie gulped, trying harder to form a sentence, "It was a while since... Since someone pounded me like this, ah! Ha... Please, use my fucking hole... I wanted that big cock of yours for awhile. If- if you want... You could be the only one who's allowed to use it."

Munson moaned, once again rolling his eyes back, as he felt another climax nearing. He lifted up his legs in the air, hooking them up behind Y/N's back to pull him even closer. L/N groaned, biting down into Eddie's neck, exploring it with his tongue and teeth.

"Mark me! I'm all yours, Y/N! All yours! I'm sorry for being such a bad boy, I'm going to behave!", Tears trickled down to Eddie's open mouth, mixing with his saliva.

"That's what I needed to hear, baby," L/N groaned in Munson's ear, as his thrusts became more sloppy, his hand gripping Eddie's ass.

"Please, give me your load! Please, please, please, Y/N! You can use me like that whenever you want! Whenever you're not satisfied with my behaviour! I'm yours, your little fucktoy!"

Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, as he came again, feeling that Y/N did soon after, too, his seed spilling inside Munson, as he moaned, throwing his head up.

Eddie quietly whimpered, as his partner layed beside him, both sweaty and breathing heavily.

"I will not be... Late at any of our meetings... Ever again."

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[mlmmetalhead]

hiii can i pls get a scenario of like a big bad delinquent male reader standing up for jonathan and jonathan is scared that y/n will hurt him too but he's actually really chill andthey become friends, and them maybe more??;

Jonathan, the pretty boy.

Jonathan Byers X Male reader

CW: swearing, bullying, use of "queer" as an insult, smoking, reader is mentioned to be higher and more buff than Jonathan, cheesy ahh writing I've done at 4 am

He has already got used to be thrown insults at.

"Creep!"

Basically an everyday routine by now.

"Pervert!"

Wake up, go to school, hear gross words, go home.

"Queer!"

Day after day, how many times he didn't try to hide and skip in the bathroom. In fact, there, a new way of torture started: banging on the door, throwing wet toilet paper, looking under the door, and again, insults. He didn't even do anything to provoke them. In Hawkins High, you have to simply be a loner, to be chosen as a punching bag. Jonathan got tired of it. Every day. He dreamt of just staying at home sometimes.

It was one of those day, when everything seemed to be pushing him. When the oh so familiar words he didn't really care about anymore, started hurting again for some reason. But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't and he knew it. So what else was there left but just take it? Take every push, every punch, every insult... Just waiting. Waiting once it will all be over again, and he could get up and go home.

Jonathan closed his eyes, listening to the same words again and again, even starting to wish his bullies would think of something new, as he was getting bored of those same phrases over and over. That is, until he heard a new voice.

"Hey, get the fuck off him."

Everyone stopped at the same time, as if a switch went off.

"The hell dude? The police are coming or something?" - that's Tommy's voice, he's a total bastard, annoying as hell.

"No, but I am. Get. The fuck. Away. Bitch." - again, that new voice. Jonathan didn't recognize it, at least, he didn't think he did.

"Jeez, do you have a problem? Why so feisty?" - Tina. She's not actually doing anything, just standing around, laughing her ass off.

"Guys, that's L/N... If he's serious, we actually have to go, like, right now... Have you seen what he's done to Billy's face that one time?" - Vicki. She whispered that last part to the rest of the group.

After which, fast running and some phrases, unrelated to Jonathan could be heard, furthering away. He was abandoned, once more. Thrown out like a toy, once someone took it away from it's previous owners. And Byers had a feeling, the new owner's going to test out his new toy really soon...

His steps came closer, until he stopped, about ten inches away from Jonathan's head on the ground.

"You're alive?"

Jonathan nodded, biting his lip and nervously trying to cover his face up.

"You like lying around like this or what? Meditating?"

He heard a deep laugh above him. Jonathan opened up his eyes a little, being ready to shut them at any needed moment. He was met with a curious face above his, which had a sly smile and a cigarette in it's mouth.

"Ayy, you woke up! That's good."

Jonathan felt a pat on his shoulder, at which he flinched instinctively.

"Hey, relax, I don't enjoy beating people up, unlike some fuckers, who can't even take one person without a group..."

Byers made an attempt to stand up, and failed miserably, before being caught by the stranger he still was cautious of.

"Careful there... What's your name, eh, pretty boy?"

"Jonathan..."

"You have a last name, John?"

The stranger smiled, smoke coming out his mouth.

"Byers..."

"Good to know. I'm Y/N L/N. You may have heard some things, don't take them as gospel, really."

Jonathan thought about it for some time. He did remember some talks about a student with the same last name beating the shit out of Billy Hargrove on some party. And teachers talking about someone like that stealing something from the cafeteria...

Byers nodded, nervously looking around.

"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't hurt you, okay, pretty boy? I only bite if someone bites me first. Or if... I'm asked to."

Y/N winked, making an unfamiliar feeling bloom in Jonathan's chest.

"So, Jonathan, wanna go somewhere? Like, to eat, or maybe just hang around the streets or some shit... I'm bored out of my mind, if I'm honest, and you seem like a bodyguard wouldn't hurt. What do you say? No pressure."

Sure. No pressure. This big, intimidating man, who just scared off his bullies with two sentences, is now being all friendly, asking to hangout, and saying, no pressure?!

So, of course Jonathan said yes.

And if he's being honest... He didn't regret it. Y/N turned out to be a surprisingly guy to talk to, once the fear wore off. They went to get some food, and then took a relaxing walk in the woods, talking about whatever. Y/N ended up driving Jonathan back to his house, and when Byers got undressed to go to sleep, he found a note in his back pocket.

"Sorry for scaring you, pretty boy. xoxo"

And a number written down.

Jonathan smiled and shoved the note under his pillow.

-----

"Jonathan, your boyfriend's here!" - Will shouted in the direction of his brothers room, moving out of Y/N's way, as he entered the house.

"I swear to god Will, if you don't stop calling him that!"

L/N chuckled, as his friend emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes and faintly smiling.

"Hey, Y/N... Where are we... We going somewhere?" - Jonathan looked up and down at his friend.

"I don't know. We can go somewhere if you want. I mean, you said Will's going to leave, so..."

"Yeah, I am. So you two can kiss all you want." - Will said as he took his backpack out his room, heading to the dood.

Y/N laughed again, as Jonathan covered his face in annoyance.

"Thanks for your permission, Will. Wouldn't have done it without."

So there they were, sitting in Jonathan's room, as Joy Division played softly. Y/N had his hands wrapped around Jonathan's figure lightly, the other boy's head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." - Byers's voiced echoed in the room lightly.

"What are you... talking about?"

"Thank you. For saving me then, for providing me emotional support... For making the bullying less intense now..."

"Nah, you'll thank me once it'll be completely over, Jonathan the pretty boy."

"Well, that's a new name."

"Couldn't decide which one to call you, so I chose both. Sounds chessy as hell, I know."

"It does, but y'know... That's why I like it."

Y/N laughed, ruffling Jonathan's hair up and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Jonathan froze, looking at the other boy wide-eyed. Only after he realised what he had done, L/N quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket and stammering out:

"Sorry I... I just remembered... I uh... Need to go."

He stormed out of Jonathan's room, his hands shaking a little when he tried to open the front door. Stumbling with the lock, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Y/N slowly turned around, only to be met by a pair of lips smashing into his. Wasting no time, Y/N reciprocated, lifting Jonathan up by the waist, pushing the kiss deeper. When they finally parted, Jonathan rested his forehead on Y/N's, feeling each others heavy breath on their lips.

"And thank you... For this, too... Y/N, the pretty boy."

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[mlmmetalhead]

HIIIII soooo good morning/evening/night idk at wich time you'll see this bUt i kinda remembered this scenes in wich jonathan is high as hell and i tought it was funny- THE POINT IS can i request a jonathan byers x male reader in wich they are both smoking and the reader accidentaly confesses his feelings towards jonathan and they end up kissing but like in a cute way- idk just them both laughing and loving each other it would be very adorable

thank uuu <3

Love you so much, it makes me sick.

Jonathan Byers x Male reader

CW: drug use (duh), brief mentions of sex, cheesy ass ‘i love you more’ banter.

A/N: I wrote down a real conversation I had with my friend when we both were drunk for the first part.

"Dude, open the window, or I'm going to fucking choke"

Jonathan got out of bed, coughing up the marijuana smoke enveloping his lungs, and reached for the window, carefully opening it. He peeked out the window and sucked in the lilac-scented air, which in the same second mingled with the sweet smell that was coming from his room. After standing at the window a little longer, he looked around. Opening the curtains, Byers shivered and sighed.

"Is that better?", he asked and, without waiting for an answer, settled back on the bed. Y/N nodded in agreement, peering into the darkness surrounding their room. On the other side of the street, sparse lights came on. The wind picked up.

"Shit, Jonny. Have you ever wondered how our existence and our existence of our world relate to each other? Well, take our motorcycles, for example. They, too, appear to give our consciousness some sort of place to retire to. To sit on a motorcycle that means nothing and means nothing about you-and to exist."

Y/N turned toward his friend, trying to focus his gaze on his face. Byers stared at him in silence for a while, then let out a weak chuckle.

"What? I don't get it. Why your motorcycle is... Like, our existence?"

"Not my motorcycle, idiot, and I don't even have one. Life.", L/N held his finger up meaningfully. Jonathan made a pensive face. 

"So, does everything in the world have something to do with motorcycles?" 

L/N shook his head and shrugged. 

"What motorcycles, you uneducated dummy, it's a metaphor. An elementary metaphor. Elementary, though very profound." 

Jonathan shook his head, "Nah, I don't get it. When did you buy a motorcycle?"

"I never bought one. A motorcycle, it's like... Speed, and in life, everybody's got... And aspiration, and it's like... Ah, fuck it, forget it."

Jonathan threw up his hands in defeat. "All right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. You seem kind of weird today." 

Y/N waved his hand and turned away.  "It'll be all right. I'm just tired. Gotta get some sleep." 

His friend looked away. "I know what you mean. I've thought about it myself sometimes. And then, all of a sudden, you realize you can't live like that. You don't even have to fuck somebody."

"What's up with the fucking thing? Haven’t gotten lucky in a while?"

"No, it's kind of a... Metaphor... Or whatever it is you said."

Y/N laughed, leaning back on the bed. "You're such a dumbass, it's funny. I love you even more for that. Not that I didn’t love you in the first place" 

Byers turned to him and made a face as serious as he could under the influence of weed. L/N furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what it was he was saying.

 "Wait... What?" Jonathan leaned toward him and looked into his eyes. "What did you say?"

 "What did I say...?" L/N lowered his gaze to Jonathan’s lips.

Byers blinked slowly, waving his head. His gray-brown eyes glowed and it was as if he was looking right into Y/N’s soul. 

"Are you... Are you serious right now?"

 There was an unease in his voice that sounded serious. Y/N suddenly relaxed and sat up on the bed. 

"What did I say?" - he asked again, confused, and laughed without waiting for an answer. "I don’t understand. Maybe I said something wrong, huh? Am I going to get in trouble?" 

He laughed again. An uncertain smile appeared on Jonathan's face and he laughed softly, too.

 "Geez, Y/N, you're such a sweetheart..."

Byers raised his hand and ran his fingers down his friends cheek. L/N stared breathlessly at his fingers, a fire burning beneath them. And, submitting to that warmth, Y/N felt the world change. It was as if he wasn't inhaling oxygen from his lungs, but a stream of bright, fresh waves that grew stronger and stronger and suddenly carried him far from his bedroom. Him and Jonathan. The two of them together. And at that moment, Jonathan pressed their lips together, and L/N realized that what he had just felt was, in fact, the most important thing in his life. Then Jonathan embraced him and Y/N felt his body come alive, filling with new life. 

"It's time. I don't want to live without you, Y/N," he whispered.

"It's the marijuana talking in you now, Johnny, or the alcohol, I don't know..."

 "Maybe," Byers replied, and, wrapping his arms around his neck, drawing himself closer, “But what I do know is that today, here and now, that's all I need. Y/N, I love you. I love no one more than I love you. And I love you more than I love myself. Tell me, do you love me?"

 L/N laughed and kissed him on the nose. "I said it first, of course I love you. I love you very much, Johnny. I love you so much I'm afraid I can't hold it in...I love you so much, I could just eat you."

"Don't eat me... I'm not tasty..." Jonathan smiled as he nestled in Y/N’s lap and buried his face in the others shoulder, inhaling the scent of his hair.

 "You know, you're so funny when you smile, N/N..."

 "And you're very funny when you laugh. I always laugh with you. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced in my life." 

"You don't understand, Y/N... You don't understand how good I feel with you..."

"I'm sure I'm better off with you than you are with me." 

"That's not true, I love you so much more. When I look at you, my heart melts."

"Liar, I love you so much more. I really do..." 

"I mean it. You're the best."  Jonathan kissed Y/N’s shoulder, then his neck, then went up to his ear, and finally reached his face, attacking it with messy butterfly kisses. 

“Oh, stop it!” L/N laughed trying to get Byers back with an attack of his own, before grabbing Jonathan’s head to stabilize it in one place, capturing his lips in a long, sensual french kiss. After a while, they separated for air, Jonathan placing his forehead upon Y/N’s, staring into his lovers eyes.

“I still think I love you more though.”

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[mlmmetalhead]

i'm having a massive brainrot s000 can i request a jonathan byers x male reader where tha reader takes care of jonathan? like, after he had a fight with his bullys and the reader cures his wounds and reassures him, touching him like he's made out of glass and bathes him in kisses telling him how much he loves him?

probably cheesy as hell but i like sweet stuff hehe, thanksss ♡

Better than ever

Jonathan Byers X Male reader

it’s really short sorry

CW: injuries mentioned (no graphic description)

“You need to be more careful”

A faint light lit up the crumbled posters plastered on the wall, careful, as if it itself didn’t want for others in the house finding out about what was going on in the room of the oldest Byers’s son. Joyce and Will were sure that Jonathan was peacefully asleep in his room, alongside his best friend. But here they were, first aid kit laying opened on the floor, as Jonathan patiently sat on the floor, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a heavy feeling body. Y/N sat nearby, carefully treating the cut on Jonathan’s cheek, trying to silence his pain in any way he could.  Jonathan’s eyes trailed down to his music station from time to time.

“No, you know we can’t play anything right now. It’ll totally blow our cover.”

And Byers nodded, his gaze turning down, as if a little kid who’s just been caught eating candy past six. Y/N pressed a little kiss to the patched up cheek, and immediately started searching for any other injuries. 

“Here is a little one, on the knee...”, Jonathan muttered, shifting positions so that his boyfriend would have access to his bruise.

L/N sighed a little, as he examined the bloodied bruise. 

"And let’s try this again... Why did you get into a fight with them, dear?", Y/N looked up questioningly, waiting for an answer.

Jonathan shrugged, and lowered his gaze to the floor, examining the bandages, band-aids, and various decontamination creams spread out on the carpet. He looked pale and exhausted, with black circles under his eyes. And only occasional phrases and small movements gave away that he was still conscious. L/N grimaced. The fragments of questions and answers in his head did not want to form a coherent picture. 

"You realize I can't help you if you don't explain the situation to me, right?"

 "Yes, I do," Jonathan looked up into Y/N’s eyes.

There was such longing in his eyes that L/N felt his stomach turn. Byers sighed as his boyfriend's hand touched his wound, bandaging it. But he didn't even try to pull away. On the contrary, there was a mesmerizing mixture of gratitude and melancholy in his gaze, as he looked at Y/N. In response, L/N smiled and gently kissed Jonathan’s cheek. Byers’s face brightened, and he squeezed Y/N hand tighter.   

"How do you feel now?"

"Same as before."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Jonathan made a vague motion with his hand, moving closer to his boyfriend.

 "I'm sorry," he almost whispered, "But you have to understand that I don't deserve this.”

"You don't deserve it? How so? Was it your fault for standing up for yourself? You did a great job, honey. I'm proud of you."

Byers said nothing, only squeezed Y/N’s hand tighter. They sat in silence for a while, and then, L/N moved even closer and, careful not to hurt his partner, put his arms around Jonathan so that his head was on his shoulder.  

“Does this hurt?”

“No... Thank you..”

"Don't be afraid," Y/N said, after a moment of silence, "there's nothing wrong with giving a lesson to someone who deserves it. I'm not mad at you, I just don't want you to hurt yourself. There's nothing in this world I'd like to see more than your sincere smile."  

Jonathan smiled even wider and lifted his head up to look L/N in the eye.

"That's right..." Y/N smiled back, pressing his lips to Jonathan's forehead.

 "Thank you," he whispered, "thank you for being like this... For being here for me."

“I love you, Jonathan. So, so much. You can’t even imagine, how dear you are to me.”

Jonathan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he suddenly lifted his right arm with an effort, wrapped it around Y/N’s neck, and kissed him on the lips. They sat in silence for a while, tightly pressed together. Byers smiled.

 "You have no idea," he breathed out, "how glad I am. How glad I am to have you with me."

"I'm glad, too," 

L/N muttered back, feeling the weight on his body grow heavier. Looking down, he found Jonathan snoozing quietly in his arms. A smile crawled onto his face, as he got up, carrying Jonathan to bed, and climbing in right after, silently falling asleep, as he tightly hugged his boyfriend in a warm embrace.

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What will be left

Eddie Munson x Male reader

CW: angsty, discussions of death, light referenced/implied suicide, drinking briefly mentioned.

Summary: Late-night hangouts with your boyfriend lead to an unexpected little discussion. taglist: @alexs-playground @shickenstrips @maxthecrucified @calluster

"Have you ever thought about what happens to us after we die?"

Y/n absolutely did not expect to hear such a question now. A bottle of beer in hand, a starry sky overhead, and a pleasant, august breeze walking over his shoulders. Still, he looked up at Eddie, taking a long look at the melancholic expression on his face. There was no doubt that his friend would get the same answer that came so easily to Y/n's mind. Even in the same order.

"I have no idea." - he said, lowering his eyes. "Kind of weird, isn't it?" He looked at his hands. They were perfectly still. There was not a single movement in the places where, just a second ago, the strings of music were torn.

"Yeah..." And silence ensued once again. L/n took a sip from his can, the metallic taste on his lips evident more than ever. Shyly, as if peeking through a forbidden door, his eyes trailed up to his boyfriend's face. Unable to read the expression on it, Y/n spoke: "You thinking about this often?"

Munson sighed as he turned his head in the opposite direction, avoiding L/n's gaze. His leg nervously jumped up and down, as he nervously answered: "I mean... Yeah, yeah. But not in that way, you know. It's just... Interesting of a concept, to think about..." He was quiet, as if searching for words. "Let's just say I had a lot of ideas about what might await us on the other side."

Suddenly, Eddie's voice broke into a weak laugh: "We've got the answers to some of the strangest questions that could ever pop in our heads, but we can't find out what such a simple and natural process means…"

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that," Y/n replied. - "Otherwise, we wouldn't be doing philosophy and things like that, would we?"

Munson nodded. "But that's not what I mean."

L/n took a sip of his beer, holding it with both hands. "What do you mean then?"

Eddie raised his eyes, and Y/n saw something of a twinkle in them, "Any way you look at it. It's scary."

"Scary?" - L/n repeated.

Munson shook his head and replied decisively, "Yes. It's terrifying."

Y/n raised his eyebrows in surprise. He never took his boyfriend for someone who would be scared of death as a concept. "But why?" Eddie shrugged. "I don't know. It's just scary to think about it. About ceasing to exist one day."

Munson squeezed his eyes shut and, sinking into silence, began stroking the surface of his can with his index finger. Y/n leaned over him and, putting his hand on his shoulder, opened his mouth to speak, his warm lips brushing over Eddie's ear:

"It is scary, but at least we know it's not coming our way in any near future, right? We have all the time in the world to think about it, and when it's going to be your time, you may already have your answer."

You couldn't tell from Munson's face whether he was listening to L/n or not. Y/n's lips found the edge of his can on their own. His fingers softly stroked Munson's back. "Maybe you just really do love life." - Eddie heard L/n's voice.

"I do," Munson replied after a moment of uncertain silence. Y/n covered his boyfriend's hand with his own and whispered softly: "So do I."

There was silence. The music continued to play, but it no longer seemed so carefree and lighthearted. This music was not like the one that had once played for both of them: there was a kind of unease in it that Eddie could feel on his skin and even in his mouth. But that anxiety was somehow even familiar, mingling in a whimsical flacon with a sense of reassurance from the unknown. L/n set the guitar aside and leaned over to kiss Munson firmly on the lips. He didn't protest. There was a kind of harmony in their bodies that aroused in Eddie the same wave of love and harmony that radiated from the glittering sky. It was strange, but he wished they could be embraced all the time by the same kind of harmony that had brought them together on long, warm evenings.

"You know, if somehow, after all, death does catch up with us sooner, do you promise to be there for me when it does?" he asked. Y/n looked up at him and smiled. "I promise."

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Sleepover

Martin Blackwood x Male reader

CW: canon typical mention of worms.

Summary: Martin is a little nervous with the whole "hunted by a supernatural worm lady" thing. Luckily, the friend he made from his work in the archives could be able to help him relax a bit!

"You don't have to, you know?" - Martin tried to reason with his friend nervously, watching as he threw his sleep bag onto the floor.

"I know! But I want to," - Y/n gives him a smile in response, - "you said you were creeped out by the archives at night, which I actually don't blame you for, so I'm making sure you're not staying alone!"

Martin smiles in response, as he lowers himself onto the unstable bed, looking as his friend tossed out more and more stuff from inside of the backpack he brought. A blanket, another one, his laptop, some snacks, spare clothes, all of them made a sound landing on each other. Martin felt his thoughts trail elsewhere, before hearing snapping fingers in front of his face.

"Earth to Martin? What are you thinking about with that pretty mind of yours?" - L/n grinned right in front of the guy's face.

Martin felt his cheeks heat up, as he awkwardly chuckled in response, looking away.

"Oh, nothing! You don't have to worry about it."

Y/n's expression became less cheerful, as he lowered himself onto his knees, taking Martin's palms in his own. They were warm, and a little sweaty, which the dark haired guy didn't seem to mind as he carefully caressed his friend's knuckles.

"No, I really want to know. What's keeping you from having fun with me tonight, hm? I won't tell anyone, scout's honor." 

Martin sighed, turning his gaze back to the green orbs, which almost seemed to stop blinking, deeply focusing on him. How could he think and find the right words when a really pretty guy was staring at him like this?

"It's... Uh... I- I'm scared, Y/n," - he finally found the power to try and explain himself, - "I'm really scared, because like... What if... What if the worms get me? Or you! Or John, or Tim, or Sasha, or... Point is, I don't want to feel like I'm unsafe in my own workplace. I don't like feeling constantly anxious about there being a possibility of something just... Happening to you! Or to me, or to John, or Tim or Sasha... I know I sound silly, like... It's just worms! Nothing to worry about, right? I mean they're pretty disgusting, but it's not deadly! At least... At least I thought so..."

Y/n brought his lips down and carefully pressed a gentle, almost unnoticeable kiss upon Martin's slightly shaking palms. Noticing the spark in the other's eyes and the pink dust on his cheeks, he chuckled and did it again.

"It's going to be okay, Martin. We got enough CO2, right? And I saw you crush some worms today! You're so brave, Martin! I promise we're going to be okay. You're going to protect us, right? But if you're feeling afraid, I will always protect you." And at the very end of his speech, he kissed Blackwood's palms again. In a sudden rush of courage, Martin caught the other's hand and brought it to his lips.

"Yes... yes, you're right. I will protect you."

L/n smiled, standing up to meet Martin's eyes and gently grabbing him by his slightly warm cheeks.

"I'm always here for you, Martin. Y'know, you don't have to bottle it all up... You always make a big deal of helping others, but who will help you?"

The man sighed, a smile with a trace of sadness painting itself on his lips. He looked away, feeling his heartbeat fasten with the newfound feeling of the other man's hands on his face.

"Yeah... Yeah, I know. Thank you, Y/n."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room, as L/n removed his hands from the archival assistant's burning cheeks, moving them down to his shoulders. And in an instant, much to Martin's quickly spreading horror, Y/n lifted himself and pressed his lips to the other guy's forehead. Oh if only he knew how crazy Blackwood was going over the gesture. Although the quickly reddening face and the wide eyes left little to the imagination.

"Sorry, are you alright? Maybe I shouldn't have done that?" - L/n chuckled, his fingers reassuringly running through the other man's fluffy hair.

"N-no! No, it's... It's okay.." - Martin rubbed the back of his neck, which was just as hot, trying to hold the plea for more tingling on his lips desperately. In moments like this, he always thought, maybe Y/n knew. Was he that obvious with his crush on the guy, and that was what he was being teased for?

"If you ever feel uncomfortable with the contact, tell me, okay? I understand I can be too much sometimes." - L/n smiled with guilt sprinkled on his face.

"No, I mean it, it's okay!" - Martin's hands gently grasped Y/n's shoulders, trying not to let the heat in his chest take the best of him. "Please keep your hands on me" - he almost allowed himself to mutter, before biting his lip for good. "I don't mind the contact, it's nice to know someone likes me enough to touch me, it's just... Unusual, is all." Blackwood blinked, not sure how the guy would react.

The response came quickly: with Y/n chuckling, and giving the poor man an another mini heart attack, as he wrapped his hands around his shoulders, relaxing around the other's body. Martin froze, feeling his heart beating against his ribcage. Slowly, he lifted his own hands and placed them around L/n's body, trying to relax a bit. When was the last time he was hugged? Martin doesn't really remember, nor does he want to think about that, as a sense of warmth spread around his body, and he could've sworn he felt Y/n's heartbeat, too. Although, might've been wishful thinking. Even if it felt like hours before they let go, Martin still longed for more, even if he didn't dare to state it, instead just smiling bashfully at the other man as L/n sat on the bed next to him, already having the laptop out.

"I was thinking we'd watch something, how does that sound? Any suggestions? Only one rule: no sad movies, I don't want to get emotional today, we already have enough to worry about."

"W-what about horror?"

"I don't know... Unless you're brave enough to spend a night in the archives after a scary movie!"

Martin chuckled, shifting to be closer to Y/n, looking at the screen of his laptop, scanning through the movie options. With the warmth of the other man by his side, he finally decided to murmur something, even if it was barely audible.

"I won't be scared as long as you're here."

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Comes like a comet.

Mark Renton x Male reader

Lmaoo idiot simp bitch drank a shit ton of outdated orange juice

Extremely self-indulgent. Like I can't imagine it being more self-indulgent if I wanted to.

It was a rainy night, a little bit past two a.m, when Y/N heard a knock oh his door. A normal person wouldn't unlock the door, or would at least ask who it was, but Y/N already knew, as when the door opened, it revealed a completely drenched Mark. Y/N hadn't seen the man in about two months, but instead of asking where he was, or what he was doing, he silently moved out of the way, letting Renton in.

Mark stumbled in the apartment, his arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking. He tried to speak and to explain himself, but L/N only took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom, taking his jacket and shirt off and tossing them to the washing machine.

"Are you in the right state to bathe yourself right now?" - Y/N calmly asked, his hand gently stroking the skin on Renton's shoulder.

The other man thought for some time, before slightly shaking his head.

"I don't... I don't think I'll be able to... Y'know... I'm sorry, Really... You don't have to, we can... We can wait till morning..."

Y/N sighed and carefully helped Mark undress himself completely, all while the other man was apologizing profusely. L/N wrapped one hand around Mark's waist and placed a light, reassuring kiss on his forehead, before helping him in the bathtub. Renton smelled horrendous. It seemed as if he hasn't showered since the last time he was in his boyfriends apartment.

Mark relaxed against Y/N's hand, as warm water surrounded him, and his boyfriend started massaging his scalp with shampoo. He wanted nothing more then to just close his eyes and fall asleep right there and then, but he knew that L/N wouldn't allow him, not before he got everything checked out and was ready.

When Mark was finished with bathing, and now was sitting all cleaned up, dressed in Y/N's clothing, in his kitchen, Y/N was preparing tea near the counter.

"What did you take?"

Renton didn't answer. The question wasn't a rude, or an angry, not even a concerned one. His boyfriends voice was completely calm, and understanding. And that just added to why Mark was feeling guilty. His partner has gotten so used to him coming like this, he didn't even react like it was something out of the ordinary.

"I asked, what did you take, Mark?"

"Morphine..."

Y/N once again sighed, not turning around, obviously trying to be quiet, so Mark wouldn't hear, but he did. And it made him feel worse.

"How long ago did you take it?"

"About five hours... Or longer... What time is it?"

L/N turned around with a cup of tea, and some pills, handing them to Renton. He looked up with grateful eyes and started drinking, letting the warmth carefully spread within his lanky body. He felt awful. He was mad at himself, his whole body felt like it was freezing and on fire at the same time. Y/N noticed the troubled expression on his face, and calmly said:

"It's alright, love. I promise. It's not a problem. Please, finish your tea and take some meds, so you can go to sleep."

Smiling, he stretched out his hand, taking Renton's skinny palm in his. The other man smiled, drinking a little more. He did feel a little better, and safer now.

When he finally got to the bed, Y/N tucked him in, climbing under the blanket himself afterwards. They were both quiet for some time, listening to the rain pouring outside, their minds filing with calmness and love. Mark closed his eyes, staying in the moment, feeling a pair of stronger hands wrapping around his figure. He silently asked:

"You wouldn't want this to end, right?"

His eyes met Y/N's.

"No. I want this to last. I want us to be together. Forever, if you're not scared of that word" - he chuckled.

"Even with... All of this? With me being a mess, forcing you to help me, to..."

"Well, that's not true. You're not forcing me. No one's forcing me at all. I'm helping you for one simple reason..."

Mark smiled, coming closer to Y/N' face.

"And I love you, too."

The kiss was gentle, full of patience, peace, and unconditional love. When Mark moved away, he stayed still in his lovers arms, closing his eyes, slowly falling asleep, surrounded by Y/N's warmth.

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"surprise! we've been needing some alone time lately, today's the perfect occasion so let's do something fun" with stu macher pls uwu

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire.

Surprise! We've been needing some alone time lately, today's the perfect occasion, so let's do something fun!

Stu Macher x gn reader

CW: none except maybe some slight angst at the begging if you can call it that, reader and Stu are both above 18 and are at university.

A/N: I was gonna do something a bit longer, but lost motivation and I don't want you to wait really long until it's getting back, sorry.

Y/N felt... Strange, to say the least. Stu was their boyfriend, wasn't he? Yes, yes he was, absolutely, why is this even a question?

Well, because it didn't really... Feel like it. They were both preoccupied with their own business. It wasn't a bad thing in any way, everyone needs time for their own thing once in a while.

"Let's focus on ourselves, just for these like... Three days, alright?"

"Yeah okay... Makes sense, exams and stuff are coming up. Gonna miss you though!"

So it was settled. Three days. That later turned into five. Then, a week. Then, two weeks, three...

It was almost a month since Y/N and Stu spent quality time together. Sure, they saw eachother, but it mostly just was sharing a few words in-between lections, and maybe meeting at lunch with their friend group.

But that's it.

And Y/N understood, truly. But they just couldn't help but feel like something is wrong in their relationships. Especially now, that valentine's day was coming up, and they still didn't even talk properly, not to mention any plans.

So, L/N voiced their concerns to two of their friends under a big tree on campus.

"It's not that big of a deal, really. He cherishes you just the same, I promise! I mean, you could see it in his eyes, if you'd be able to catch a single thought behind them."

Tatum couldn't refrain from her remarks even now, carefully patting Y/N's shoulder in reassurance.

"And I mean, what will happen if you won't do anything together? Look at me, I don't remember the last time I ever celebrated valentines with someone..."

"'Cause it never even happened, Randy. And now's not the time, Y/N's situation is different. At least, there's a relationship."

"That's exactly what I'm saying! You have a relationship! Everything will work out just fine from then on."

"And that's exactly why you're complaining about being single, man."

The three friends heard a familiar voice, turning their heads, L/N doing so especially fast. Leaning against the big tree, there was the talked about man.

"I was going to steal Y/N from you two, but hearing Randy saying such funny shit about being in a relationship, despite him never being in one, I had to take my time and listen."

Y/N stood up, shaking snow off their pants, and coming up closer, taking in their boyfriend's face with a smile.

"I don't really mind being stolen you, know."

Stu wrapped a hand around his lover's shoulders, leading them both away, not letting Randy finish off his new tirade about being physical in front of others. L/N turned to look at Stu, carefully taking in his bright smile, the way he moved faster than usually, and the way he licked his lips in anticipation.

"If you don't mind me asking, where are we going?"

"Oh, that's what I want to ask you!"

"What...?"

"You're going to choose what we are doing today! You know... We've been needing some alone time lately, today's the perfect occasion, so let's do something fun! I already bought us some sweets though. This is really cheesy, but here you go!"

With those words, Stu dug his hand into his jeans pocket, and whipped out a heart shaped lollipop with a little red bow attached to it.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, thanks!"

Y/N chuckled and took the candy out of their boyfriend's hands, unwrapping it and putting in in their mouth.

Meanwhile, Stu wrapped his hands around Y/N's shoulders, getting closer.

"The question on what to do is still open, sweet cheeks. And don't you dare think of something boring, I'm not gonna take it!"

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Cross the line.

The narrator x Male Reader

"I haven't gotten a valentine card since elementary school, and wow, this is the first real one."

"I like you!" "I like you too, you're my best friend.."

Y/N L/N was a strange man. Untouched by anything, calm as the Pacific Ocean, observing the world with a blank face, and then, he's suddenly passionately spitting words in my face I'm too tired to comprehend. But I try to. I try to, and they slip away, dissolving between my fingers, like sand at the Pacific Oceanside beach.

I try to comprehend the words because, unlike all the other ones, his are important. They have a meaning, to me, at least. Whether it's something work-related, or just an another tale about his day, what did he have in the morning, at lunch, and how's he feeling about whatever he's munching on right now. All of it was the same level of importance.

"You're a great listener!" He always said.

Thank you, I always reply, I try to be.

In return, Y/N is a great person. A great friend. Which I don't tell him often, I just figured he knows himself. He should know that. Everyone should tell people like Y/N they're great. But I'm not everyone. And even I know this. I just don't state it.

Most of the time I only try for Y/N. He makes me want to try, either it's something new or just trying to get up in the morning.

We know each other since middle school. How do you know when you're friends with someone? Where's the line between just seeing each other and being friends? What do you have to do to be someone's friend? I don't know. But I didn't have to ask myself this, when meeting Y/N. I didn't even notice when we crossed the line between knowing each other and being friends. He was like an instant friend, just add water.

People always told me I was lucky to catch Y/N's soft side. I don't think that's true. You just have to respect people sometimes, at least that what they tell you. I think it's more like I caught his eye for some reason.

I drifted off again. I missed what he tried to tell me, and now, he's staring at me. That's not good.

Sorry, I zoned out, can you repeat, please? I ask.

I get a little smile on his face, the one that makes my stomach tingle.

"Yeah, sure. I said, do you have any plans for valentine's?"

Right. Right, it's valentine's today. I forgot, completely. I almost always forget important dates. I think that's why they have those included in our phone's calendar. In the rush of life being the same grey mass, no one really remembers anymore. Or maybe, I just don't remember.

No, I answer, rubbing my eyes, You know I don't have anyone to spend it with.

He smiles again.

"Yeah, just made sure... So uh... In that case... You know, just thought I'd give you this..."

He hands me a card, looking all nervous. The card feels nice on my fingers, it's smooth and cold. I open it up and reveal minimalistic hearts and a handwritten quote, I let myself read it and get lost in it.

Let my loving arms embrace you for all eternity with all the strength of man.

Oh, was the only thing that I could force out.

He probably got the wrong impression. A simple 'Oh' could mean so much things, and even so, I don't know what does it mean myself.

I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school and... This is the first real one, I think.

He starts nervously biting his lips and fiddling with his fingers. A short, high-pitched laugh leaves his lips.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have like... Done it like this, this is strange, I'm so sorry- I should've just- kept it... To, myself, haha.."

My eyebrows furrow, and my arms cross on my chest,

No, no, that's okay... There's nothing wrong with that.

"Really...? You actually think so? You're okay with... With me... With this?"

Why wouldn't I be? It's completely okay, nothing wrong with this.

He smiled again, this time his hand flying up to his lips, trying to cover his face up.

"Thank you... Thank you so much, oh god, I... I like you..."

I like you, too... you're my best friend.

There's a look on Y/N's face. One that makes me slightly chuckle. His breathing hitches, and his eyes dart away from me. He covers his face again, this time more like in embarrassment.

"You- I don't think you understood me completely, you know... It's like- it's -"

I smile and take his free hand, gently stroking over his knuckles. I can feel his hands shaking a little. I bring his hand closer to my face, gently touching it with my lips. They are chapped. I don't know if it feels good. I hope it does.

No, I understood. At least, I think I did.

Y/N L/N is a strange man. You can barely tell when you've crossed the line between being friends, and being something more with him.

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