#go on max - show him your ride :D

[il-predestinato]

"Let me show you the giant hole in my car." 🤪 - for @coconutshygame

Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc | post sprint | 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix 🎥: F1TV

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #* #my edit #f1 #lol something about lestappen walking away together with their 1st loser and 2nd loser trophies just sends me #go on max - show him your ride :D #crumbs! #post sprint #sprint race #baku 2023 #azerbaijan gp 2023

[kittysarchive]

Riding Enhypen till they cry:3

yesssss

Heeseung

"S-so good" heeseung croaked out, cock throbbing as you rolled your hips onto his. Feeling you hips against his, feeling you glide over his cock, feeling like he was going to burst any second. It was all to much.

Hands gripping onto his shoulder, you moaned feeling how full he was, you knew he was about to cum any second. Opening your eyes to glance at him, you noticed his tears. Small, gliding down his face, eyes only slightly red, he wasn't in pain. Slowing you hips, you comforted him.

"Baby are you okay?" You caress his shoulders, sniffling slightly he cries out more.

"D-don't stop please!" He begs, understanding his tears of pleasure, you continue to roll you hips.

Jay

Rolling your hips slowly, sensually, teasingly, Jay had become unusually quite. Ryes looking up to his, you laughed loudly. Jay's eyes were red, his nose was red, his cheeks was stained with his tears.

"S-stop laughing" Jay coughed out, wiping his tears with his arm. Rolling your hips faster, he must of cried from being teased to much. Rolling your hips faster, grinding onto his balls, he groaned out. Tears soon disappearing.

"Like that baby" He sighed out, pleasure maxing out as you stopped teasing him.

Jake

"Oh fuck....shit" Jake whined out, your hips devouring his cock. Feeling your warmth, your wetness, pussy swallowing him, hands gripping his body....tits rubbing against his own nipples. Fuck. Tears, unable to contain fell down his cheek. You who noticed straight away, didn't point it out.

"You feel good?" You bring up his tears slowly. Turning his head to the side, Jake didn't want you to see him crying as you rode him.

"Yeah..." He lightly sniffled, feeling you consume his cock again. Not wanting you to say anymore, he thrusted his hips into your cunt, he wanted to cum already...

Sunghoon

"Dont stop, don't stop" Sunghoon praised, hands holding a tight grip onto your waist. Watching in awe as you rolled your hips over his cock. He felt so used, so vulnerable and he loved it.

"Don't stop" He repeated, eyes watering from your hips. At you pace, he was bound to let lose, bound to cum and bound to cy. I felt fucking good and your pace never faltered.

Eyes watering more, fat tears slid down his cheeks, chest heaving as his gripped tightened around your waist. Feeling the sudden change in his behaviour, seeing his sudden tears, you rolled you hips faster and harder, grinding onto his member.

"You crying?" You hinted, slightly bouncing as you hips sped up, not replying as his tears blocked his nose. Talking now would be like croaking like a frog.

Sunoo

"M-mommy" His tears were already there, only increasing as you fucked him harder, showing no mercy to your pretty boy.

"So pretty" You hummed, wiping his tears s you rolled your hips onto his soft cock. He had cum a few minutes ago, yet as punishment you still fucked him, causing a burst of tears.

"I c-can't" He choked over his tears, trying to pull your body away from his. Trying to pull your strong frame from his tired, overworked and crying one.

Jungwon

"Keep going" Jungwon cried out below you. Being used, being fucked by you forced his tears out, force the dominance away of him. Laughing you to yourself, you couldn't help it since he had been so rough before hand, now a lay a puddle of tears below you.

Slowing you hips to a stop, he cried out loudly, tears falling as he begged you to continue, begged you to stop teasing him.

"Why should I?" You teased, suddenly rolling your hips fast, swallowing his length into your pussy. Tears failing to stay inside....he begged you to stop.

#enhypen headcanons #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #dom reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard thoughs #enhypen hard headcanons

[valtrieys]

★ pairing : bf!chan x reader

★ warnings : smut (ofc) , degrading , some praising , chan calls reader interesting words (whore) kinda mean!chan, d&s dynamics , jealousy , daddy kink (mentioned like 2 times) , overstimulation at the end

★ a/n : this was a draft for a good while and was the original for my second work (sexting w chan) so lmk how it is....

Is this what you wanted? —- do you like it when you make me mad, so I can fuck the brat out of you?"

"n—no," you choked out desperately trying to show that he doesn't have an effect on you

you were currently laid on chan's desk in the studio, his work and things long forgotten on the floor as he couldn't bother with them, not anymore at least

chan was thrusting his hips into you, pace rapid and rough, your mind only being flooded with the feelings of immense pleasure that were going throughout your body,

your senses being heightened to the max, feeling extra aware of your breathing and way blood ran to your head-

"I don't think so baby, you seem to be enjoying yourself," he says with a shit eating grin before throwing his head forward to nibble on your shoulder

the pleasure building up in your stomach becomes too much that you can't hold in your moans anymore, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head

not wanting to give chan the satisfaction he so desperately wants, you try to cover your mouth but he beats you to it and grabs both your wrists holding them up

not being able to say anything without sounding straight up pornographic, you simply bury your head into his desk where his work once was, cheeks running hot

he knows the effect he has on you

he can't ever help himself from teasing you, seeing your flustered face each time he does it, your image so beautiful when it happens,

he can never help the feelings of excitement rushing through him leading all the way to the tip of his thick and veiny cock

"look at me or I'll stop," he threatens, his voice projecting throughout the room, he feels you tighten to his deep and hoarse voice

not being to think properly without the constant thought of the way his cock was filling you to the brim, or the way his punishing thrusts made you feel things you have never felt before,

finally as you go to turn your head, one of chan's hands that was previously holding your hands up moves over, suddenly he's holding onto your chin forcing you to look at his face,

the eye contact you both hold is full of lust and desire, chris examines your face through his hooded eyes, looking at you as his you were a piece of art, his piece of art. all his.

"fuck- look at you. you are mine, all mine,"

he wasn't asking, he was letting you know that you were in his possession, that you are bonded with him forever.

"yes, all y-yours," answering his declaration of your forever bond although knowing what he truly meant, hands moving to grip the corner of his desk in order to stabilize yourself a bit more

"chan, fuck. I'm so close," whispering out, leaving your mouth ajar after letting chris learn the new source of information that you let out,

"my personal whore is gonna come, yeah?" his accent thickens towards the end of the sentence, voice presenting false sympathy adding onto his the pout he was giving you.

moving his hands to go knead your ass giving a few slaps here and there that would definitely leave your skin red for atleast a couple of hours, he slows his pace, slowly rolling his hips into you giving you the full experience of his length.

you let out a choked moan, chris feels the way your walls tighten against him, your close and he knows it

"let it all out for daddy," he hisses out, a mix of his and your sweat sticking to his skin, his face red from the heat of the room,

finally letting yourself cum after holding it in until you were given the permission to do so, riding out your high until you finally came back from the heavenly experience

stringing out whines from the overstimulation of chan still continuing his pace of abusing your tight cunt, "just- a little more baby," he huffs out trying to reach his high

"fuck- you wanted this- don't complain and let daddy do what he needs to," his eyebrows furrowing when you try to whine once more, your whole body sore after a good fuck.

his hips finally start to stutter as he approaches his high, letting out his load inside of you, "my good girl," he sighs putting his chin on your shoulder.

moving you over so he could face you, he pushing your wet hair back finally giving you a peck on the forehead

"my baby did so well for me," he chuckles, his aura completely changing after the fact

"thank you channie," you whisper showing your appreciation for him.

finally adding on as he started to gather both of your clothing, "sorry, for earlier. I didn't know he was flirting with me, I thought he was just being extra nice," staring down at the floor avoiding any eye contact, your voice showing the embarrassment of not being able to take hints.

"yeah, I noticed. just wanted to make sure you know who you belonged to."

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[nervousgardenerkid]

Say it

a/n: i planned to upload this earlier but i really wanted to enjoy my off day😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! credit to the gif owner <3

Eddie never had a problem with saying what was on his mind. If he was happy, he wouldn't be afraid to let everyone know. When he was sad he'd sulk all day until it was time to play d&d, and if he was pissed he had no problem shouting it from the rooftops. Eddie wore his heart on his sleeve and that's something he'd never change, and it's something you wouldn't want him to change.

"How come you haven't said it yet?” you asked.

His face scrunched into confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been dating for six months, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, not looking up from his d&d journal.

“And it's been the best six months ever.”

“Why haven't you said you love me yet?”

Eddie feels his whole body tense and he sneaks a glance at you, his heart breaking when he sees you on the other side of the couch.

“I say it…”

“No, you don't. I say it first and it's always followed with a kiss or you just mumble out me too.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He does love you, he loves you more than anything on this earth, but for some reason, he can never say the words. You let out a sigh and brought your knees close to you.

“I know you have your way of showing me that you love me, but sometimes I need to hear it.”

Eddie kept his eyes on the papers in front of him, too scared to look at you. “Okay,” he muttered while writing something down.

You swallowed the lump that was in your throat and nodded your head. “I’m gonna go home now.”

His head finally shot up, eyes finally landing on you while he felt around his pockets for his keys. “Let me find my keys real quick-”

“I'll just walk. Bye Eds,” you said quickly while walking out of the door. Eddie’s shoulders slump. You always give him a kiss goodbye, and he always takes you home. He shakes his head trying not to think about it too much and goes back to whatever he was working on. He's sure you guys are fine, you always are, but there's a little voice in his head that's screaming at him to go after you. He's just choosing to ignore it.

-

the next couple of days are filled with you being less affectionate towards Eddie. he doesn't drive you to school or take you home anymore, you catch rides with Steve and Robin. You no longer stay after school to sit and watch him play d&d, and you stop by his trailer for a quick minute before going to hang out with Max. Eddie is sitting at lunch munching on his pretzels, his eyes are focused on you as he watches you laugh at something Robin said while you throw a grape at her.

“So Eddie, what time are we meeting up tonight?”

Eddie’s eyes left your laughing figure and focused on Mike. “What?”

“dude, d&d. What time are we meeting?”

“Oh. Uh,” his eyes drifted towards you once more and he shrugged his shoulders. “Usual time I guess.”

“Are you okay?” Dustin asked him. Eddie saw you waving goodbye to Robin and shot up from his seat ignoring Dustin’s question. He tried catching up to bumping into students here and there. When the hell did you walk so fast?! He grabs onto your hand with a sigh of relief.

“Woah there speedy, where you going to?” he asked in a teasing tone. You give him a sad smile.

“Just wanna get to class before the halls get packed.”

Eddie looked all around him seeing that the hallway was already packed. “Babe, it's high school, halls are always gonna be packed.”

You let out a chuckle and he tilted his head before dragging you into an empty classroom.

“Hey, what's up with you?”

You shook your head refusing to say.

Eddie frowned and placed his hand under your chin making you look at him.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Tears began to form, curse your fragile heart. “Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course I do-”

”Then why won't you say it?”

Eddie froze and realized he was put on the spot. His hands began to feel clammy and he rubbed them on the rough material of his jeans.

“Do we have to do this now?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking around the room as if dozens of eyes were in him.

“If not now, then when Eddie? The next six months of our relationship? I can't wait that long.”

His eyes met yours. “What are you saying?”

“I need you to say it, Eddie, please I just need to hear it.” you whimpered out.

The words were on the tip of Eddie's tongue. He wanted to say it, he wanted to scream it even, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

You let out a chuckle. “This was stupid.”

“Wait, y/n, please.”

You shook your head, wiping away the years that were streaking down your face. “I gotta head to class. I'm gonna be late, bye Eds.”

-

A week passed and you avoided Eddie like he had the plague. You'd hear his van coming down the street and sneak out of the window of your bedroom. You took different routes to your classes just so you wouldn't have to run into him, and you started going to robin’s to save Steve some gas money for taking you to school.

You walked into family video with your head hung low, hands running along the spines of the VHS cases.

“Jesus, are you okay?” you heard Steve ask. You look up at him in surprise.

“I thought Robin worked today?”

Steve pushed himself off the wall and leaned against the counter. “Nah, I'm covering for her since she saved my ass from Keith last week.”

You let out a soft oh before you hopped onto the counter to have a seat.

“So, what's wrong?” Steve asked.

“Boy problems,” you mumbled while swinging your feet back and forth.

Steve raised his eyebrows and rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Munson? Did he do something? Cause if he did I can-”

“Steve, you know I love you, but you don't have the best track record in fighting.”

He rolls his eyes and stands up straight, resting his hands on his hips.

“I'm trying to be a good friend here.”

You giggle at him and mumble out an apology.

“Lay it on me,” he says, resting his back on the counter and looking at you.

“I don't think Eddie loves me.”

Steve let out a snort. “You're joking, right?”

You stay quiet.

“Holy shit, you aren't. What makes you think that?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, no. None of that, talk it out.”

You groan and throw your head back. “We've been dating for six months and he hasn't said it.”

“Do you say it?”

You nodded your head and put your hands on your lap twiddling your fingers.

“I say it all the time! He'll either just smile or say me too.”

Steve nodded his head listening to what you were saying.

“I just, I don't think he loves me.”

Steve cleared his throat, thinking of what to say next. Be sweet Steve. He thought to himself. Your friend is going through something serious.

“You're so stupid.” oops.

You let out a gasp and smack him in the chest. He lets out a laugh and puts his hands in the air surrendering.

“I'm sorry! It's true though.”

“How do you know?”

“I've never seen anybody look at someone the way Eddie Munson looks at you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“You really didn't know? Y/n, that man looks at you like you created life itself. I swear if you asked him to give you the sun he'd magically find some way to give it to you.”

You let out a giggle. “Why won't he say it then?”

“Y/n, you gotta remember he's been bullied like, forever. He can probably show regular emotions with no problem but being vulnerable is way different.”

You let the words Steve says sink in as you put your face in your hands. “I'm an idiot.”

Steve chuckles and removes your hands from your face.

“Yes but you're a pretty one, now go get ‘em, tiger.”

You hop off the counter but not before hugging Steve and telling him thank you. Steve waves goodbye as you run out the door and in the direction of Eddie's trailer.

“3…2…1…”

“Hey, can you drive me?”

-

You thank Steve once again before running out of the car towards the trailer. You smack on the door with both hands frantically. You hear a muffled Jesus okay! Give me a fucking second! Before the door swings open and you're greeted with Eddie's irritated face. Irritation leaves him once he realizes it's you. He stands straight and clears his throat.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

He steps to the side letting you in the trailer. He gently shuts the door and means against it, his hands behind his back, his fingers gently tapping on the door.

“I'm sorry.” you rushed out. He widened his eyes a bit and watched as you began to pace the room.

“I know you love me, you're the best boyfriend I've ever had and you treat me like a fucking princess. I didn't even think of how hard it could be for you to be vulnerable. That was so selfish of me because you show me you love me by wanting to spend every day with me, and by sneaking into my room when you know that my parents could kill you.”

Eddie opens his mouth trying to say something but you're too busy lost in your own world.

“I'm so sorry for avoiding you Eddie, I was just lost in my own head and I thought things would be easier if I just avoided you.” tears were streaming down your face, and your pacing stopped. “I had to get help from Steve, but he was surprisingly helpful. Don't tell him I said that I don't need him getting cocky-”

“I love you.”

Silence fell over the both of you as you tried to register what he said.

“I'm sorry, what?”

Time seemed to slow down for both of you. Eddie was taking steps toward you, both of your hearts were beating out of your chest. He grabs your face and his thumbs rub your cheeks gently.

“I love you.”

You stood in silence from shock, but also guilt. Does he really mean this or have you manipulated him into saying it because he thinks you're breaking up? You don't want him to feel forced to say it, you wanted him to say it on his own, but you also begged him to hear the words. Now here you are, hearing the words but you're frozen with tears in your eyes.

“Say something, sweetheart I'm kinda putting my heart on the line here,” Eddie says with a nervous chuckle.

“Do you mean it? You're not just saying it cause you think we're breaking up?”

“We are never breaking up,” he says in a serious tone causing you to giggle. “and of course I mean it.”

“You don't feel forced?”

Eddie shakes his head and wraps you in his arms for a hug. Tears are streaming down your face and you're not even trying to hide them anymore, if Eddie can be vulnerable then so can you.

“I don't want you to feel forced Eddie, I want you to say it when you're ready, I'm so sorry for rushing you-”

Eddie cuts you off by kissing you. His lips are soft against yours and the way he's holding you lets you know that you're never allowed to avoid him like that again.

“You talk too much,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. You gently smack his chest causing him to let out a soft chuckle. “You didn't force me into saying it or rush me for that matter.”

He pulls away slightly to look at you, eyes soft and full of love.

“I know that you know that I love you, like you said I show you that everyday.” he took a deep breath and gave you a sad smile. “but this whole week I felt so miserable not hearing you say those three words.”

You sniffled. “It could've been because I was avoiding you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I was giving you your space, trust me sweetheart you're never going to get rid of me.”

You let out a sad giggle as he gently wipes your tears away. The nerves found their way back to your body as you looked at Eddie.

“Do you really mean it?”

“What, you want me to shout it from the rooftops? Cause I will find a way to climb to the top of this trailer right now. Hell, I'll climb onto the roof of the town hall and scream it.”

You wrap your arms around him, bringing him for a tight hug. You don't know how you let your brain convince you that Eddie didn't love you. Your heart swelled at the words he was telling you, and you think back to what Steve was telling you.

“What if I wanted the sun?”

Eddie pulls away, placing a kiss on your forehead, then both of your cheeks.

“Then the sun you shall have.”

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[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

You and Eddie are like parents to Dustin

A/N: I wrote this a couple minutes ago, I have not been okay since volume 2 soooo, here is this I feel like is very cute and fuzzy. I also suck at head cannons sooo yeah, I also have one fir I wrote, but idk if I'm gonna post it, lol enough of me, enjoy this little thing I wrote!

part 2

Before meeting Eddie you were close to Dustin and made sure he was always okay.

You gave him rides to school almost always, along with Lucas, Max, and Mike.

You were kinda the momma first before babysitter Steve got in the picture.

You ensured they always had food to eat or money for that matter.

You gave your money away like it was candy.

Overall you kinda just looked out for everyone

Dustin kinda introduced you to his dungeon master

“y/n this is eddie, eddie this is y/n,”

“Hi, wow Henderson you didn't tell me she was gorgeous,”

Which then started your relationship

Dustin was very supportive knowing his role models were together

“Can one of you give me a ride home?”

“Yes” you both said making the boys laugh

You two would eventually come up with a system, you would take the kiddos to school, and eddie took them home after school

Along with steve you all worked something out

You would help Dustin with his homework all the time when he asked.

You and eddie giving each other looks if dustin asked for help of any kind

You usually are the one who knows what to say

“Dustin, you really should talk to your mom about this,”

“I AM, my mom and dad are right here!”

“Shit, he's right,”

You two tried your best to always be there for dustin

Dustin loved it when you ganged up on Eddie for saying the wrong thing.

“Eddie he is a kid, Dustin don't listen to him,”

“What do you mean? I'm giving him options,”

“Not suitable for a 14 year old boy!”

You were almost always right but in the end Eddie had good advice.

With girls he always went to you for help, almost always

This drove Eddie crazy

“He goes to you for chick advice?”

When you guys go upside down, you two become protective as hell.

“Dustin, you stay behind us okay?”

When Eddie had left you behind at his trailer in Hawkins, you warned Dustin that if you saw him in the upside down following her he would be in trouble. So he stayed behind hoping both his parents were making it out alive.

Lucky you did, you guys escaped, but defeating vecna was harder than you thought.

After all the events, you guys ended up graduating, and Eddie's name was cleared up.

All of you had vouched for him, saying he saved you guys from the earthquake,despite all the allegations people made of him.

Dustin was proud of you guys, for finally graduating, but he knew his parents were eventually going to leave him

Eventually you guys were, after a while of staying in Hawkins, you both decided to move away. Eddie wanted a life with you but not in Hawkins.

For Dustin this hurt

“You can come visit us Dustin, its okay, it’s 40 minutes away, if you want, we can pick you up, and bring you back, that way we can see everyone again,”

Once everything settled you invited Dustin every weekend along with his friends so they could see their dungeon master and play d&d.

It made you happy seeing them again, you knew they needed this.

After much time, you and Eddie got married, telling everyone was the best part and of course..the wedding.

You guys had gone to Hawkins to visit for the weekend and during dinner at Nancy's

“So we have a surprise for all of you,”

“We're getting married!”

Eddie lifted your hand up to show them the ring which happens to be his, and you loved it more than anything

“Congratulations!”

“When's the wedding?”

“Can I be the best man?”

All the congratulations came from all of them, especially Dustin, he gave you guys a big hug.

“My parents are getting married,”

“Yes, and Henderson, I want you to be my best man, Steve, Wheeler, Sinclair, you are gonna be my groomsmen!”

Your maid of honor was robin knowing she hated the idea of wearing a dress, but you surprised her in what she was going to wear, nancy, max, and erica were your bridesmaids.

The day of your wedding Dustin was crying like crazy, he was just so happy. You two truly were the best parents he ever had.

He loved his mom of course, but these parents he had were different.

Soon enough you family grows just a little

You two were expecting a baby boy in a couple months, Eddie wasted no time in wanting to grow your family and neither did you.

You told Dustin first of course

“So we have something to tell you dustin, which is why we brought you alone with us,”

“Okay, you're not gonna mirder me are you?”

“No henderson, since you are our firstborn child, we want you to have someone to.. you know save the world, you're gonna have a baby brother!” 

“No…really? I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER, can you name him Dart?”

“After that demadog? Hell no!”

Dustin spent so much time with you whenever Eddie was gone for work, you two had been working so much with the baby coming.

So when you were far along that you couldn't move as much due to your baby bump you stayed home. 

“Have you thought of a name?”

“Yeah, we have, but eddie is very indecisive, as you know,”

“What  about..Dustin?”

“Yeah no chance dusty,”

He would talk to baby munson all the time, talking about Eddie and how he saved the world and how he was the dungeon master.

Whenever those two were together they would talk about how they would teach your baby to play d&d.

“We have to start him now, so he is at a higher level then the other kids!”

When your baby was born everyone had come to see your little one.

“Guys, come in, don't be shy '' Eddie had brought everyone in as you held onto your baby boy.

His name was Johnny, Johnny Munson, you loved the sound of it, but Eddie wasn't sure if he should continue the family name, but you more than anyone was proud of that last name.

“Oh my gosh, who knew you could make cute babies?” Robin said very astounded at the little baby then back at eddie

“Munson, you did good. Congrats,'' Steve said, getting a grin from Eddie.

“Don't you worry big boy, you will have your six nuggets in no time, i just beat you to it,”

Everyone had left and Dustin was the only one standing, he was scared because the baby he was talking to through your belly was now here and worried Johnny wouldn't like him, but you knew more than anything Johnny would love Dustin just as much as you and Eddie did.

“Dustin. Come here.”

He was quite hesitant but was excited to meet yours and eddie’s kid

He sat next to you on the bed as you handed johnny to him, “this here is your older brother dustin, johnny,”

Dustin just stared at the little mix of you and eddie, “hi, im dustin, im hopeful you already knew that,”

Dustin looked at you then at his little brother

He talked on and one just like when he would when you and him hung out.

He smiled so hard he couldn't believe he was a big brother.

“You guys aren't from the same family, but he is your big brother, we don't know what lead him to choose me and your dad as his parents, but we’re happy he did,”

*hope you enjoyed if you have any requests please send them through! I have nothing to do, so yeah haha love you all! :)

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[storiesforallfandoms]

soft side ~ billy hargrove;stranger things

word count: 2517

request?: yes!

“Could you by any chance write a Billy Hargrove fluff?? You know before he died. Like maybe he’s really sweet to the reader and she’s the only one he lets see his soft side.”

description: in which the big bad bully falls for the quiet girl and shows her a side of him that no one has ever seen before

pairing: billy hargrove x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse

masterlist (one, two)

It all started on a rainy day.

I had missed the bus and both my parents were working. My only option to get home was to walk nearly an hour in the pouring rain.

I was walking as fast as I could without flat out running, my backpack held over my head. It wasn’t doing much to shield me from the rain, but it was better than nothing. I was already drenched from cars splashing me and I was shivering so hard my teeth were chattering.

I flinched as I heard another car approaching. It slowed to a stop beside me and when I looked over, I was shocked to see it was Billy Hargrove’s car.

“Need a ride?” he asked.

If it were anyone else, I would’ve said yes. But Billy Hargrove had a reputation for being a bully. He had never spoken to me before, so I wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not. For all I knew, Billy was about to splash me like every other car had done, or would take me further away from home and dump me on the side of the road.

I shook my head and continued walking. Billy drove beside me at a slow pace to keep up with me.

“Are you sure? You look like you’re pretty soaked already. How far do you have to walk?”

“I-I’m o-okay. Th-thanks,” I stuttered, trying to suppress a shiver.

“(Y/N),” he said, shocking me by knowing my name. “You’re shivering so bad you look like you’re vibrating. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you. Just let me drive you home so you don’t end up sick.”

I had to admit, the offer was hard to pass up. The thought of walking another few miles in the rain already had me feeling exhausted.

So, I got into the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car.

He already had the heat turned on, so I was immediately engulfed in warmth. I put my soaked backpack at my feet. I was dreading the damage that had undoubtably happened to the books in there. The school was going to fine me a fortune if the textbooks were too damaged.

“Here.” I looked over at Billy as he shrugged out of his leather jacket. “It’ll help you warm up quicker.”

I took the jacket and pulled it on. It smelled incredibly good. I stopped myself from pulling it closer around me and inhaling the scent.

I gave Billy my address and we drove off towards my house. The ride was mostly silent besides the loud rock music coming from his stereo. As if reading my mind, Billy reached for the volume nob to turn the music down. I put my hand on his to stop him before quickly pulling away when I realized what I had done.

“Sorry,” I said. “But you don’t have to turn it down. I like rock.”

“Really?”

I gave him a playful look. “What? I don’t seem like the type?”

“Not at all, honestly.”

I chuckled. “Well, my dad loves rock music. It’s always playing when he’s home. Mom says she hates it, but I think she secretly loves it but doesn’t want dad to know.”

Billy was smiling as he focused on the road ahead of him while driving.

“So,” I started, trying to keep the conversation going, “where’s your sister? Max, right?”

I realized that was actually the wrong thing to say when Billy’s smile dropped. “I don’t know. Off with one of her boyfriends, I guess.”

“One of? You mean that group of kids who play D&D? They’re really nice, actually. If they’re friends, that’s great for Max.”

“Yeah, frankly I don’t give a shit.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach and I sunk back in my seat. Where did the hostility come from all of a sudden? We had been getting along just fine until now.

Billy looked over at me and sighed. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. Max isn’t my sister, she’s my step-sister. I’m just tired of having to look out for her as if we were actually related.”

“You may not be blood related, but you’re a family now because of your parents, and I guess everyone just assumes that it’s the big brother’s job to look out for the little sister.”

“She seems to do fine on her own with that,” Billy said. “I’ll be her chauffer and that’s where it ends for me.”

I decided to drop the subject there. It was clearly not something he liked talking about and I really did not want to make Billy upset. Things were going well so far and I had a feeling I didn’t want to get on Billy’s bad side.

The rest of the ride was pretty silent besides the music. I desperately wanted Billy to say something, or to come up with something to say myself to break the tension, but nothing came. I was almost disappointed when we pulled up to my house and our time had to come to an end.

I started to take off Billy’s jacket but he stopped me. “Keep it. For now, anyways.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah. It looks good on you.”

I felt my face heat up and I quickly looked away from him so he wouldn’t see.

I opened the door and started getting out when he asked, “Hey, do you have a ride to school tomorrow?”

“I usually take the bus,” I responded.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t give me any room to reject his offer. Not that I was going to. I smiled and nodded, mumbling a quick thank you before getting out of the car and running to my door. Once I was inside and out of Billy’s sight, I pulled his jacket close to me and took a deep breath, savoring the scent; his scent.

~~~~~~

The next morning, as promised, Billy’s car was in my driveway. This time, a head of red hair was sat in the front seat as I approached.

I opened the back door, thinking that’s where I was going to be sitting, but Billy quickly cut me off. “Maxine, get in the back.”

“Why?” Max demanded.

“Just get in the back!”

Max rolled her eyes and jumped over the center console to get into the backseat. I closed the door and got into the passenger seat instead. I had Billy’s jacket in my arms and went to pass it to him, but he stopped me again.

“You can wear today if you want. I’ll get it from you at the end of the day.”

I was too stunned to speak, so I just put on his jacket in silence, trying to hide the wide grin on my face.

Understandably, everyone at school looked at me with shock as I got out of Billy’s car with his jacket on. His usual trio of admirers glared at me as I walked past them, trying to keep my head down as to not make eye contact with them. The staring continued right up to my locker, where I finally took off the jacket and put it away for safe keeping.

I hated being the center of attention like this. I wasn’t a popular girl; I was the exact opposite actually. I was quiet, I kept to myself. I was invisible to all of these people normally. But now I was the big thing to talk about in school. The quiet girl who showed up to school with Billy Hargrove, wore his leather jacket, caught his eye as she walked past him to get to her class.

Just before I turned into my classroom, I met eyes with Billy and he winked at me. Suddenly, the embarrassment from all the attention I was getting washed away and I smiled as I disappeared into the room.

~~~~~~

That’s how it all started. One ride home on a rainy day, one trade of a leather jacket. When I got into Billy’s car to go home that night, he denied taking his jacket back again.

“I’ll get it tomorrow,” he had said.

Eventually, I stopped offering it to him. Eventually, it became routine that he would pick me up in the mornings and bring me home in the afternoons. Eventually, we started eating lunch together and spending time together after school and on weekends.

Eventually, Billy Hargrove became my boyfriend.

The first few weeks of our relationship, although I was loving the attention he was giving me, I found myself on edge. Like I was waiting for the big reveal that all of this was a joke. That he was just building me up to break my heart for laughs. That maybe he was dared by his friends to try and seduce the quiet girl for some sort of prize or arbitrary school title.

I decided to bring this up to Billy one night while we were hanging out in my bedroom. The look on his face when I said it was enough to confirm to me that this relationship was real to him.

“Why would you think that?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking away from him. “I don’t know, I just don’t see why you’d be interested in me. It’s not like we run around in the same friend group or anything, or even the same clique. We’re in completely different circles, and I...we’re...different.”

“Because I’m a bully and you’re the sweetest girl in school?”

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I tried to deny what he said, but it all came out as a bunch of stutters instead.

Billy chuckled. “It’s okay, you can agree with me. I know how people view me. I’m not entirely ashamed to be seen that way, but I hope you don’t see me the way others at school do.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. I’ll be honest, you’ve really surprised me with how nice you are. I’ve never heard of this side of you before.”

“I don’t show it very often. Being nice like this is...well, it’s weakness. I don’t want to be perceived as weak.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “Being nice isn’t weakness.”

“It is where I’m from.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t want to ask him.

I found out days later when my mom came to my room and said, “Billy’s here. He’s bleeding. He looks upset.”

I rushed down to the front door to find Billy stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head hung low. I reached out for him, taking his face in my hands to make him look at me. When he did, I gasped. There was a trail of blood running from both nostrils down over his mouth and chin.

“Billy,” I breathed. “What happened?”

He didn’t respond. I brought him into the house and led him to our bathroom. I ran warm water over a cloth and gently wiped the blood from his face. When I touched his nose, he flinched. I pulled my hand back, cringing at seeing him in pain.

“Who did this to you?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

He still wouldn’t look at me, so I took his face in my hands again and made him look in my eyes. I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and tears were pooling up around the brim of his eyes. This was all I needed to get an idea of who had hurt Billy, and, for the first time in my life, I felt a type of rage inside of me that made me want to go over to Billy’s house and make the person who hurt him feel the same level of pain.

“God, I’m such a fucking pussy,” he muttered, quickly rubbing the tears from his eyes. His voice broke as he spoke and it made my heart ache for him.

“You’re not a pussy,” I told him. “Nobody here is going to judge you for being upset, especially not me. I don’t know who told you that you have to be this emotionless, heartless piece of shit in order to get by in this world, but you don’t have to be that around me. If you need to be upset, if you need to cry over your d - over whoever did this to you, then you can do that here.”

Billy looked at me, the tears brimming in his eyes again, before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I could feel his body shaking slightly as he began to cry. I held him tightly as he let all of his sadness out. I had never seen Billy cry before. In fact, I don’t think I had ever really seen him upset over anything. So to just stand there, letting him cry on my shoulder, nothing to do besides to be his emotional anchor, really broke my heart for him.

When he pulled away, his eyes were puffy and his face was tearstained. I turned on the cold water and soaked the cloth again before lightly dabbing his eyes and wiping his entire face. I ran my hands through his hair, fixing a few of the stray hairs that had been out of place.

“I love you, you know,” he said, taking my hands in his as I lowered them from his head.

“I love you, too,” I responded.

“Picking you up that day in the rain was honestly the best decision I could’ve ever made.”

“I was so surprised when you did it. You didn’t seem like the type to offer random, soaking wet girls a ride home.”

“The truth is, I actually have had a crush on you for a while. I never thought you could ever like me back because...well...I am who I am. But that day when I saw you walking home, I knew I couldn’t just drive past and let you go on in the pouring rain. Even if that was the only interaction we’d ever have.”

I leaned in close to him, taking in his warmth and that smell that I could easily get intoxicated with. “And look what happened instead.”

“The best thing to ever happen to me,” he mumbled against my head.

I looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. “You’re going to stay here tonight. It’s been decided. I don’t want to hear any arguments or anything. You can stay in the spare room, and you can stay as long as you need to.”

A relieved look passed over Billy’s face as he pulled me in for another kiss. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and sat me on the bathroom counter, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I really love you,” he said again.

“I love you, too, Billy,” I said. “For now and forever.”

“Promise?”

I nodded. “Promise.”

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[ghostlygeto]

elevator | james wilson

pairing: james wilson x fem!reader

warnings: more selfship! it’s all i write basically hehe, forced proximity, reader is referred to w she/her, reader is snippy and wilson is awkward, no romance just awkwardness, reading panics a little cos in small space, wilson comforts her, HAPPY ENDING :D but not romance. house’s shenanigans. not proof read….

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it was simple. walk from the morgue to the elevator, get off on the first floor, go to your car. at least it should be that easy. though for some reason this was always the hardest part of your day. it was the time you’re the most likely to see wilson, which made it the hardest.

you checked your phone, the time reading 10:07pm. technically he should be home by now. he usually tried to get all his things done and leave by 7:45pm. at least he used to. you hadn’t spoken to him in ages, not since the night you called him crying. but that was close to a year and a half ago now, maybe even two. you tried not to keep track, you realized after awhile that it caused more harm than good.

regardless, you make your way toward the elevator. first before you can leave you have to stop by house’s office, as he requested an autopsy report on one of the bodies recently brought down (why didn’t he do it himself you would never understand) and requested it be hand delivered, of course. you weren’t sure when you started giving in to his obscene requests and dealing with his sub-par personality again but you had, and unfortunately you weren’t hating it.

in a way it brought a sense of normalcy back. as much as you may hate to admit it.

“house,” you pushed his office door open, a little surprised to still see him here. “here’s the autopsy report you asked for.” you held up the folder and set it down on his desk. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“yep. tomorrow.” house raised his eyebrows and gave a fake smile, “have a good night!” there was something hidden in his tone, but you chose to ignore that for the time being. it didn’t matter now, you were going home. that is what mattered right now.

you turned your back to him, trying not to overthink the way that house was talking. you had known house long enough to know that most of the time he had ulterior motives. rarely did they include you, but you knew better than to think you were safe.

you pushed the elevator button to take you to the main floor, sighing as you heard footsteps behind you. because of course you couldn’t just ride the elevator on your own. the universe just didn’t work that way, not for you.

the elevator doors opened and it wasn’t until you pushed the lobby button that you saw the other person in the elevator.

“wilson,” you nod your head, forcing a smile as a greeting. the elevator ride would be two minutes, max. but god the idea of having to stand here with him for even that long made your stomach churn.

it’s not like it was your first time seeing him in three years. you work in the same building; even if he is on the fifth floor and you’re in the basement there are moments of overlap. catching glimpses of each other in the corner of your eyes or seeing each other in the cafeteria. but it was your frist time being in such close quarters to each other as soon as the doors closed you felt like you were suffocating. it was miserable.

wilson didn’t say anything in response. you didn’t turn to look at him, but you can imagine that he had his brows furrowed trying to figure out what you were doing on the fifth floor and what he could say to you to make things feel less tense. the answer to the second question was nothing.

“it’s late, what are you-” wilson’s sentence was cut off by the shake of the elevator stopping. both of your eyes shot up to the screen that showed what floor you were on, but it just flashed it’s lights at you.

great. of course the elevator decided to get stuck right now, at 10pm, when you were alone with wilson.

“are you serious,” you grumbled, hitting the door with the palm of your hand a few times before repeatedly pressing the lobby button. “of course this would happen. just my luck.” you rested your forehead on the cool metal, trying to calm yourself down. this was fine. everything is fine.

“i’m sure whatever the issue is they’ll have fixed soon.” wilson attempted to comfort you, knowing you already hate elevators as-is. he couldn’t have known that his words were only going to make you feel worse, the very sound of his voice making your stomach churn.

“right.” you nodded, correcting your posture and moving away from the door. the two of you stood in silence for two minutes before you gave in and sat down, putting your head between your knees.

wilson watched you carefully, clearing his throat and beginning to speak as he did so. “so, y/n. how- how have things been?”

“i’d prefer if you call me l/n,” you answer quickly, “things have been fine. i’m fine.” you could see the way he frowned from the corner of your eye when you asked him to call you by your last name. you didn’t want to have conversation, and you didn’t want him to treat you like a friend. because you were coworkers. nothing more, nothing less.

“don’t be that way,” he sighed, leaning against the opposite elevator wall and sinking to the ground. “you’re seriously going to make me call you by your last name?”

“why would you call me anything else?” you ask, tone harsher than intended. why were you being this way? maybe it was a defense mechanism, “you don’t call house greg, and he’s your best friend. i don’t see why you’d call me anything other than l/n. we’re coworkers.”

coworkers. that drew a scoff from wilson, “coworkers? that’s how you want to describe us?” wilson looked away from you for a second before running a hand through his hair. “i guess not talking for close to three years does take us back to square one. you’re right.”

“don’t do that,” you sneer, looking at him to meet his questioning gaze. “don’t say the you’re right thing to me. you only say that when you have something else to say. if you’re thinking something, just say it, wilson.”

wilson looked at you bewildered for a second before laughing, “jeez, you really still know me that well?” he shook his head, “i don’t think time can turn us back into coworkers, is all. i don’t think we’ll ever be back to just that.”

“strangers, then?” you offer, uncharacteristically cold. maybe you’d been spending too much time around dead people to remember how to socialize properly. or worse, too much time with house.

“quit being like that.” he shook his head at you, “just because we haven’t spoke doesn’t erase all our history as friends and…” he fell silent for a second before clearing his throat again. “beside the point, we aren’t strangers or just coworkers and you know that, l/n.”

you wanted to argue with him more, but you didn’t have it in you. not when you felt like the walls were shrinking with every breath you took. “fine.” you didn’t say anything else for a few seconds before speaking up again. “how’s your wife?”

wilson stiffened. bad, then.

“we actually never got married. she decided a few months before the wedding that she couldn’t handle being married to a man who is at work so much.” wilson rolled his eyes, “as if she didn’t have all the time in the world to decide that. had to wait until we were about to get married, right? how are things with your boyfriend?”

“i broke up with him shortly after…” you paused, knowing that the answer was shortly after the phonecall you two shared god knows how long ago. “i told my therapist about him, and she said that i should be with people who make me happy. not miserable. so i broke up with him.”

“i see.” wilson nodded, picking up on the fact that you were keeping part of the information from him. it didn’t matter, though, it wasn’t really his business. aside from the fact that he still cared about you, he had no reason to push for more details. “good for you, then.”

silence overcame the two of you once again, looking at the clock on your phone in hopes that it would somehow make the elevator magically work again.

it didn’t.

“it’s been ten minutes,” you groan, “what is taking them so long? you don’t think we’re like…stuck stuck do you?” you looked over at him, panic filled eyes as the thought sneaks its way into your head.

“why, you have somewhere important to be?” he raised an eyebrow before getting serious. “no, if we were stuck stuck i think cuddy would’ve called one of us by now. probably just an issue with something electrical. we’ll be out of here soon.”

you sigh, resting your cheek on your knee. “i have no one to be other than my bed it’s just…” you wonder if saying this is the right thing, but it seemed there was nothing better to do than to talk to each other. “being around you is hard. i feel like i’m going to explode. i want to explode.” you look at him, the slightly bewildered look making a smile creep up on you. “and making stupid small talk is killing me. it’s hard to be normal around you because i’m not sure what normal should be with us.”

wilson paused for a second. to be honest, he also didn’t know what normal was supposed to be between the two of you. but he wanted you to be comfortable with him. at the very least he wanted to be friends again. “i don’t know either. but we won’t know until we try, right? even if we have to relearn what normal means for us. we can do it. i’m- i’m willing to try. for you.”

“quit looking at me like that,” you roll your eyes a little, almost laughing as he feigns offense. “i suppose, maybe, i’d be willing to try and relearn. for you.”

a smile broke out on wilson’s face as his shoulders dropped, relief clear in his eyes. “things’ll be good. being friends will be good.” he sounded like he was trying to assure both of you (because he was) of the fact.

it seemed on cue that as you two made amends, the elevator started working again. you both sighed happily and stood from your places on the floor, relieved to be out of the metal death trap.

“i’m never getting in another elevator,” you mumbled, dusting any debris off your lab coat as the door opened. “i’ll see you soon, james.” you waved to him, quickly making your way out of the building and to your car. you passed house on the way, silently wondering how long he had been waiting in the lobby for wilson.

“so,” house tapped his cane against the ground as he approached wilson, watching you walk away. “how’d it go in there?”

“you had something to do with the elevator?” wilson wanted to be surprised, but at this point he was so used to house’s antics that he should’ve guessed it from the start. “you are unbelievable. you know she hates small spaces, you could’ve caused her serious issues-”

“but you were there with her. she would’ve been fine.” house rolled his eyes as the two of them started walking, “i was tired of both of you moping around. it was clear neither of you were going to make the effort, so i did it for you.”

wilson looked to his older friend bewildered, “you did something for the better of two other people? and you don’t get anything out of it? jeez, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you were a clone.”

“i am a clone,” house replied quickly, “and i do get something out of it. i get to be done hearing your longing sighs as you watch her walk past, and i get to stop seeing her stupid pouty eyes when she sees you in the cafeteria.” he paused, “do you want to get something to eat?”

“sure, house.” wilson accepted the offer, despite knowing he’d probably be the one to pay. “whatever you say.”

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.7k] prompt: “Take my jacket, it’s cold.” Not quite enemies to something, late night walks, clothes sharing.

“Take my jacket,” you turned, arms crossed, eyes wary as you looked at the boy beside you. “It’s cold,” he insisted, pushing the soft denim into your hands.

No matter how bad you expected your night to go, you didn’t anticipate Steve Harrington to be walking you home.

The Spring Fling at the Hawkins country club was something your parents never missed and every year, they insisted on bringing you with them, showing you off to the highest members of society. The mayor, Doctor Stewart and his very single son, the Parsons - didn’t you know, they just bought a yacht?

It was the same every time but as you got older, your patience wore a little thinner and by nine o’clock, you’d ate as much as you could of your dinner, insisting that you were twenty years old now, so yes, you were certain you didn’t like fucking crab cakes.

The band had started playing, your parents leaving you at the table so they could mingle with the other guests and by the time you’d found a pay phone in the lobby, the only number you could remember was Steve fucking Harrington’s.

It wasn’t like you hated the boy, no. But you weren’t exactly friends either. The most you had in common was the fact that you seemed to share babysitting duties for Max and the Sinclairs, plus the fact that you both attended the same school.

You always seemed to collide on your worst days, when one of you was running late, when Dustin wanted a ride to the arcade, When Will and Mike just had to tell you about the new movie they’d seen. So you were usually both frazzled, missing your first hour at work and with no time for small talk.

You’d bump into Steve at the kids D&D meetings, Max insisting you had to watch the end of Will’s campaign but Steve would be there too and somehow, you both would end up bickering over Erica’s sugar intake or the fact that El wanted to join the swim team.

“I don’t think putting El in a giant tank of water would be good for her, Harrington, talk about bad connotations?”

“What’re you talkin’ about, it’s a pool! She floats like a fish, she'll be fine!”

Dustin always laughed, Max always smirked and Robin said it was repressed sexual tension.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t supposed to be this.

He’d sounded a little surprised when he answered your call but covered it up with something snarky and teasing, a comment that went a little like, “I always knew you’d end up needing me late at night, princess.”

You thought it was the end of the call when he told you his car was in the garage, a punctured tire that was getting fixed. But then he told you to wait where you were, sitting in the Club lobby, hands pulling nervously at the hem of your dress, and he’d come get you anyway.

He’d opened the front door, ignoring how the staff threw him disgruntled looks, his faded jeans and soft cotton T-shirt standing out against the sea of tuxedos and black ties in the worst way. The best way, you’d thought fleetingly. He’d tilted his head at you, as if it were the most natural thing, and then you were sneaking out, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you down the stairs in your heels and well, fuck.

Steve fucking Harrington.

You pulled the jacket over your shoulders, the collar smelling like mint and something woodsy, something you’d come to realise was just Steve. The sleeves were too big, the hem of the jacket falling to the same part of your thighs that your dress skimmed and you blew a breath out into the cool, night air.

The roads were empty and wet, the leftover scent of rain soaking into the sidewalks from the April shower that you must’ve missed during the mayor's speech. The air smelled like pine and the faintest hint of summer, a promise of warmer nights and longer days, coconut sunscreen and fresh lemonade.

You eyed the boy carefully, gazing from under your lashes to find him walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his state already set on you.

“Why’re you doing this?” You asked abruptly, your voice sounding too loud in the empty streets. The country club was a little out of town, the roads deserted and you both walked down the middle of it, footsteps balancing on the white lines that split each side.

“Why’d you call me?” Steve shot back. His words would’ve sounded harsh if there wasn’t a small smile on his face, the corner of his lips upturned into a smirk.

“You’re the only one with a car,” you retorted, cheeks warm because it was a lie and you both knew it. “Usually, anyway.”

That made him grin, your defiance, the flush on your face, the lie that tasted a little bittersweet on your tongue. He moved a little closer, made it seem casual, accidental, until your shoulders were brushing and he could smell the perfume that you were wearing, something fresh and soft, like apple.

“You didn’t have to, you know,” your voice was softer now and you were acutely aware of how close Steve was, how he was much taller than you remembered. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here just to walk me home.”

The boy simply shrugged, the light breeze messing at his hair and he chanced a gaze down at you, brown eyes warmer than you’d seen them before.

“I know,” he stated, voice sincere and without leaving much room for argument. “But I wanted to.”

The way he said it made your body buzz, an excitement rolling in your stomach at it, a feeling that led to what ifs and potential opportunities.

You twisted your lips, hiding the smile there and when you looked up at him, you raised your brows, tried your best to look intimidating. But your dress was pretty and a buttery yellow, soft like sunshine and his jacket was swallowing you whole.

“I thought you hated me,” you told him, nose scrunched.

Steve snorted, a laugh that sounded adorably cute and you hated the way you liked it. He nudged his side into yours, solid and warm and he shook his.

“Don’t hate you, princess,” his voice was softer than you’d heard before, “you’re just a pain in the ass.”

You huffed out a laugh, sharp and unexpected, because Steve Harrington had never made you laugh before. He seemed to like the sound, eyes shining, smile wide, cheeks a little rosy.

“Charming,” you murmured but your smile was still there, gaze on the ground as you tried to pull yourself together. You felt like a teenager again, first crush, first date, first kiss on the horizon as you let a boy walk you home in the dark. “You’re not exactly a peach either, Harrington.”

“Hey now,” he tutted, faux offence tinting his words and it made you want to laugh again, it made you wanna walk the length of Hawkins just to spend more time with him. “I have my moments.”

You were coming closer to your street, and you felt disappointment colour your words when you said as much, pointing to your front door as if you didn’t wanna go in.

“This is me,” you said, suddenly feeling shy. You were never shy, not with Steve, your usual sharp words and petty arguing the only way you knew how to communicate with him. You didn’t know what to do with this soft boy, who smelled nice and looked at you like you were something new to discover. “Thanks, really. You didn’t have to.”

Steve nodded, foot kicking at an invisible pebble on the sidewalk as if he were nervous. “Like I said,” he told you, voice soft and quiet in the dark, “I wanted to.”

You moved to shrug his jacket off, cool air nipping at your bare arms as you did but Steve stopped you, a hand on the collar as he pulled it back over your chest. You stared.

“Keep it,” he said, all faux nonchalance as he tried not to grin at you, dimple pressing into one cheek and eyes turning honey. “You can give it back to me next time.”

“Next time?” You repeated, brows knitted together in confusion but you were pulling the denim back up your arms, revelling in the way Steve looked at you as you did so. “When’s next time?”

But Steve was already backing away, feet a little clumsy as he stumbled backwards so he could look at you, smile wide and a spark of something new there. He shrugged, hands back in his pockets.

“I dunno,” he told you, “maybe you should give me a call again.”

Your lips parted in surprise, wondering if he was hinting at what you thought he was. “You wanna take another walk with me, Harrington?”

He grinned, a flash of bright and warmth in the dark street. He tilted his head back a little to look at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and full of that Steve Harrington charm you’d heard so much about.

“A walk, dinner, maybe a movie, who’s to say?” He answered and you hate that you giggled, a soft laugh that made his eyes widen.

“Sounds a lot like a date,” you mused, voice full of delight and maybe it was just because it was dark, but you felt braver than you had before with the boy.

Steve crossed his arms, his head tilted to the side as if he were taking the time to think it over. He leant against a lamppost, eyes still on you, taking you in.

“It does, doesn’t it?” He grinned. “Weird.”

You laughed again, spinning on your heel as you started to walk the path to your front door, body warm as you felt his gaze on you as the hem of your dress danced around your thighs, shifting as you moved.

“Goodnight, Harrington,” your hand was on the door, face turned to look over your shoulder at him, expression suddenly coy. You had absolutely no idea what had just transpired.

“Talk soon, princess,” he answered and when he spoke, the nickname suddenly didn’t sound like an insult, like a curse on his lips like it used to.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things

[peterthepark]

imagine enemies to enemies with benefits with eddie bc y'all despise each other but oh man does it make for good sex 😌

nah bc sorry i just have many thoughts abt this:

tags: 18+ graphic smut, hate sex, filth be warned, enemies to lovers hello best trope!!!!

Eddie doesn’t want to admit he’s jealous. He really doesn’t. It’s not because you’re the new girl in town, with her own (successful is an exaggeration) rock band and supposed trail of male groupies, and definitely not because you’re showing him up at his only apparent talent ever — guitar. No, definitely not. Surely, he isn’t jealous of your gorgeous head of hair and badass stick-and-pokes. Hell, everything about you just screams ‘Eddie Munson 2.0’, but with an 80s femme fatale look that’s so, so much better than whatever he’s got going on.

Cherry bomb, alright. Riot girl to the max. Anarchistic feminist. Chains, leather, platform boots and ripped fishnets with pretty knees.

He isn’t jealous. But he’s allowed to not like you.

He’s allowed to not like you, but on the contrary, he’s also allowed to fuck you even if the admiration isn’t there. A dilemma quite chaotic for the times. A mutual agree-to-disagree and untamable bratty behavior. An exchange of hate accompanied by a soulful exchange of sex. It’s a win-win, with the weirdest odds ever.

Eddie sports a scowl as you straddle his lap. He’s manspreading in the back of his van, blankets and pillows strewn about as his arms rest along the leather seats in the front.

“You liked my gig tonight?” You quirk an interested brow, hiking your denim miniskirt over your hips as you line his manhood up with your entrance.

He scoffs, an awful joint dangling from his lips as you tease the tip of his cock. “Abhorred it. The Billy Idol cover? Eardrums went poof! Bled everywhere.”

“Aw, bunny.” You chuckle, holding his intense stare as you lower yourself onto him. You reach back and cup his balls, pouting as his jaw ever-so-subtly clenches at the sensation. “Next time… I’ll be sure to sing some Ozzy, dedicate it to my favorite man in the crowd.”

Eddie’s head falls back, his hands instantly gripping onto your hips for leverage. “O-Oh?” You roughly bite at his earlobe, not enough to draw blood but enough for him to feel the sting. “And who might that be?”

“Mmm… Jim Hopper.” You whisper raspily, tits bouncing in Eddie’s face as you set the pace. “Sorry, Munson. It’s the daddy issues.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and ride me harder, Y/N.” He flicks his blunt aside, harshly pulling your mouth down to his. His fingertips are nonetheless bruising to your skin, rings digging into your soft and sweaty flesh as you grind onto his lap. He can’t help but moan into the kiss, grunting against your glossy lips when you squeeze around him. “F-Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“And you’re not nearly putting in enough effort as I am.” You smirk, nails digging into his back muscles as he abruptly maneuvers you onto your side. With his cock still buried deep inside, Eddie’s hips snap up into you, juices coating the insides of your thighs as he spreads you open. “Shit! Mmm, okay! Okay, I take it b-back. Ow, fuck, that’s my cervix.”

“Sorry, sorry. Christ, stay still. Fucking hell, man.”

You bite down on Eddie’s knuckles, screwing your eyes shut when he finds that spongy spot inside you once again. “Hey, first to cum has to buy t-the other person a milkshake.”

“D-Deal.” He breathes out, clasping a hand over your shoulder and tugging you against him with every aching thrust. His eyes roll back into his head when you start clenching rhythmically around him, a trick you’ve learned over the months of fucking Eddie behind everyone’s backs. “Stop that, you.”

“Stop what?”

“Your — Y/N, please… this… can’t take it when your cunt is — is milking me like this. S’not fair.”

You grin back at him, wheezy and out of breath. “Oh, I know it’s not fair. That’s why I do it.”

“Y/N…”

“Milkshake sounds so good right now, doesn’t it? Just get it over with and cum inside me so we can do a round two in the diner bathroom.”

Eddie laughs in disbelief, thrusts stuttering and hands shaking as his dick starts to pulse inside you. “You’re such a pervert, you know that?”

“Yeah, go talk to a mirror. It’s why you like fucking me in your van, hot stuff.”

It’s safe to say that Eddie bought you that shake at the end of the day. And perhaps, he’s never hated anything more than having to share a burger and fries with you, coupled with the fact you just couldn’t stop talking his ear off about anything and everything.

Although, he’d be a liar if he said that he hadn’t enjoyed the road head you gave him on the way back home.

Maybe an Eddie Munson 2.0 was good for something after all.

#did i go a little off on this #yes #sorry #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #fic request

[paddockbunny]

Can we please get a Max verstappen NSFW alphabet please? 🧡

Max Verstappen NSFW A-Z

Summary: Max Verstappen's NSFW A-Z Pairing : Max Verstappen x Reader Rating: 18+. Word Count : 2295 Warnings : NSFW, 18+, language, graphic descriptions, sex talk, kink discussion, bondage talk, BDSM mentions, PinV sex, spanking, fingering mentions, It's a NSFW list so obviously be aware of that. List found from : @multi-fandom-imagine. GIF Credit : @ferrarisbulls

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Contrary to opinion, Max is a huge cuddler!

He loves holding you close to him and basking in the contentment of the moment

But he will also ask you if you need anything, making sure he wasn’t too rough, getting a flannel if you need one and bring a glass of water to keep you hydrated.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of himself is his lips because they are the ones he gets to kiss you with. It is a body part that you also seem to adore and you often talk (sometimes tease him) about his pillowy pout

Max is a boob guy through and through.

And he specifically loves your boobs the most because they fit perfectly in his hands and he’s obsessed with how your nipples react to his touch.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

Max likes to cum inside of you for no other reason than he has a very weak pull out game (not that he needs too because you go on the pill when the pair of you first start dating because other wise you’d have gone through condoms far too quickly or ended up pregnant)

But, having said that, there is nothing he secretly likes more than when he cums in your mouth and you show him.

That comes from a conversation he had with Daniel while drunk. Daniel confesses he loves seeing his cum in a girls mouth and so Max tries it and finds he like it too, in fact he loves it!

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Max liked getting rough with you and he felt so comfortable with he he expressed a desire to wanting to try a little light bondage.

Nothing too heavy. Just some handcuffs, blindfolds a little spanking and maybe some choking

But he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with and you had to choose a safe word just in case

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Max is definitely experienced

He’s been quite the playboy and certainly indulged a lot in what was offered to him as the hottest new thing in motorsport

Sex with Max actually feels like you are exploring a lot more of what you like yourself and your own pleasure

And due to this he has literally made you blossom as a sexual being and woman

f = favourite position (goes without saying)

Max loves it when you’re riding him

Cowgirl, sofa sex, any position where your straddling him.

And it’s not because he’s lazy and wants you to do all the work. It’s because he likes being able to watch your body

And of course, it means he can touch your boobs or watch them bounce the whole time

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Max is very carefree when it comes to sex

He can have a little giggle but tends to be more serious because he likes taking charge

He will usually be soft but when the pair of you get a little rougher, there is no room for soft Max and he turns deadly serious

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he’s trimmed but leaves a little there because he knows you like it

Plus, his thighs are pretty hairy so that one time he shaved it all off when he was 18, he absolutely hated it

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Max is a romantic at heart in all things and naturally it goes without saying that includes in the bedroom.

Max actually enjoys being romantic with you because you’re the first person he’s ever felt comfortable enough to be like that with

He’s done the whole candles, oil and sensual music before but you made him turn the music off because it was distracting

j = jack off (masturbation)

he doesn’t need too and usually only does it now and then

But usually, he will tell you that he’s feeling kinda horny and you’ll help take care of it for him

And while he’s away on a far away race weekend and you can’t attend, regardless of where you are you’re happy to send him a little inspiration

k= kink (one or more of their kinks)

other than the discovery of Max’s soft BDSM kink, there’s several other things that you could claim are a little kinky he does or likes

He likes it when you don’t wear underwear in highly inappropriate places. Like, he REALLY likes knowing you’re panty-less and you do it to tease him. Notable times included dinner at the Horners, on a helicopter where Lando Norris was sat right beside you and that time you accompanied him to meet some very important members of the Dutch royal family.

Max really loves it when you put him in his place in a non sexual sense that will always turn into him being turned on.

l = location (favourite places to do it)

For some reason (perhaps because it’s his favourite place to snuggle with you and it’s easiest for you to get on top and ride him) the place you have sex with Max with most is the sofa.

He also has this thing for having sex outside. Not in a public way but he just gets so horny for sex on balconies, yachts, in cars etc. There is a risk element sure but it’s just more of a thrill

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One of the things that gets Max going in so simple, it’s your smell. You’re beautiful, heavenly perfume to be exact. You were the most incredibly well fragranced person he had ever met and while you breeze past him and he gets a hit of your scent, it increases the blood flow straight to his cock

Max really loves it when your hands are on him. He loves when your hands go around his neck or fingers run through his hair. And you do this thing of putting your hand in the pocket on the butt of his jeans and fuck…it really sets him off and he has to think of everything to stop himself from getting hard

Max also loves seeing you in his clothes. Mainly his zip up sweaters and t-shirts, but what really gets him off and results in him getting a semi is when he remembers seeing you wearing his team polo.

n = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never dream of hurting you

Ignore your safe word

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Max loves nothing more than you on your knees as you blow him because you’re so damn good at it.

And you know it from the moans that come spilling out of him as you take him further down your throat and what you can’t manage your hand helps out

And fuck, you’ve never had anyone eat you out like Max does. Those pillowy lips and large tongue were practically made for it. However, he doesn’t always do it. He reserves it just to tease you.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Max likes to take his time but usually sex is a mixture of paces.

He always but always starts out slow.

But slowly as he gets into it and starts edging closer and closer to his own orgasm he gets faster and rougher

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

sometimes but it’s not usual for the both of you.

Even if he’s fucking you somewhere risky like on the deck of a yacht in the French Riviera, he will still take his time and won’t rush.

The one time that the pair of you did have a quickie, the that sticks out in your mind, was celebrating his Monaco win last year on the team yacht. He dragged you into a bathroom and fucked you over the sink and fuck, the memory makes your panties so damp.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

as stated, Max likes to take a few risks when the time strikes him when it comes to exploring kinks (that light bdsm vibe especially) but he will never, ever hurt you

He doesn’t ever want to make you feel uncomfortable and your trust in him is practically sacred to him

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Max’s stamina is just like his driving

He can keep pushing, go on for a while and always come out on top

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He had never used one with a girl before so when he found one in your nightstand he was both shocked and pleasantly surprised

You weren’t even that bothered he had found it. It didn’t make you nervous or embarrassed because you were so comfortable around him.

The night you asked if he would like to try using it on you seemed to awaken something in him and you found him researching different toys and their uses a few days later.

He even bought some for you guys to try out and he was like a kid in a candy store when the parcel arrived.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Max knows exactly what gets you going and so he absolutely is a tease.

He knows you can’t resist him in his race suit and you get soaking wet when he removes his helmet and balaclava after a race. So you know all the hot moments the cameras pick up are actually meant for you.

He also likes to tease you by lavishing compliments on you in front of other people. Sometimes they’re innocent but if you’re around Daniel or Pierre then of course he will talk about his mind is blown when he fucks you a certain way or how pretty you look when you cum.

Ordinarily it would bother you if your guy was talking to his friends about you like that but it was all down to the fact you told him you had a dirty dream about having a four-way with him, Daniel and Pierre

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Max prefers to hear you. He thinks you quite literally sound like an Angel, especially when your having an orgasm

But sometimes if he’s being rough he makes instinctual animalistic groans and guttural moans that absolutely makes your legs begin to shake

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

“More please….” You moan loudly as Max’s hand rubbed over the stinging flesh of your butt.

You were over his lap the way he liked it and the wetness began pooling in between your thighs as Max inflicted a soft spanking upon you for being naughty earlier in the day

The feeling of his open palm making contact with your searing hot flesh brought you back to the moment and you yelped instinctively.

“Good girl.” Max purred as he once again soothed your skin. “Do you know how perfect you look right now, baby?” He asked but all you could focus on was what his hand prints would look like upon your soft skin and he spanked you again for not paying attention.

“Max….” You we’re on edge, you wanted to beg for him because you wanted him to stop spanking you and touch you instead but you fought against it, he would only like the sound of you begging him too much and would draw it out even more.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait too long because he couldn’t resist and slowly, Max slid two fingers into your sensitive, desperate pussy.

“Who owns this?” He asked and the motion he was making with his fingers almost made you forget your own name let alone words to answer him. He pulled them straight back out and you whimpered at the loss

“You. You do. You Max.” You could feel the pride radiating off of him as he slowly, and far more gentler than before, gave you his fingers again and you knew it wouldn’t be long till he made you cum for him.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Max is slightly above average and a good 6.5 in length and decently girthy but it’s all in the motion

Max knows how to use his cock (he really, really knows how to use it) and orgasms are plentiful with him

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

God, it’s high that’s for sure

Max didn’t subscribe to the “no sex during race weekends” rule. He hated it in fact. He actually performed a lot better the more sex he could have with you because he had a freer mind and he could relax after fucking you

Per week Max and you could have sex 4 or 5 times with blowjobs, handjobs and touching making up some added extras

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quickly if you do.

As stated, the biggest misconception if that Max wasn’t a cuddler when if fact, after sex he had to fall asleep in your arms or he would be tossing and turning all night.

If you take a while to fall asleep he fights sleep himself so he can pillow talk with you

#max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen a-z #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 x reader

[redraven3093]

catching up with Philza QSMP Vod. where:

the federation had ruined an old man's front lawn

Rycharlison is adrugdealer

forever took an opportunity and "marries" Philza

immediately met with his wife

the federation send an anarchist an invitation to become a president

Tallulah will rather eat a lime than an avocado or potato

Philza guess Ramon's password

Tallulah's father may or may not be real

Hide and seek in an awesome map Holly shit

the 4th wall has been broken so many times in Philza's Minecraft stream that the admins just let it be broken.

both dad and son thought that the other hid in the same place

the Brazilian are here! :D

there are so many screaming

Tallulah finds him yayyyy

hello Rycharlison

aww there gonna play music

PIG STEPPPP

HESNAMEISPHILZAMINECRAFTANDHEISQUITE OLD-

"my son is DEAD" omg Max

PHILZA OMG u didn't need to describe it

PAYthe SERVER Quackity

Pac and Mike are so cool

BIG LOVE TO MIKE AND PAC

omg Philza is spreading the 4th wall break

the file is so big omg, paper ASMR

"Are you gonna be a president" Sir he is an Anarchist

Max the sound system-the microphone

awww Supportive Philza, opp

Bye MAX

aww the Kids are playing the Guitar

it's nice when the cc are doing lore the admins are still acting like kids

AWWW TALLULAH TEACHING RICHA A SONG THAT WILL TEACH HER

Tallulah BIRTHDAY OMG

yey go stuff that girl with candy

Chayanne is really making plenty of use of his interest in cooking

THE BEES

CATERING LETS GOOO

omg Richa thinks that Will is like Hatsune Miku

Bye guys

is sweet to know that Philza is telling about Will to everyone

OMG Philza the Brazillian magnet

the eggs hear Will's songs too

oh? what do you have Richa

is that a llama

ohhh

omg

Forever is so obsessed with this friend of his omg

HYDRATE BEFORE DIEDRATE

wait the Brazilians are all gone

oh shit

oh no this is like that time with the trio

PARANOIA

Trauma Phil

a Square??

GATINHO and GUAPITO is here

the old man witnesses a shameless PDA

Tallulah is dancing in the background

opp Tallulah not here

the fish is drowning

hey Cellbit

Yay invitations for everyone!!!!

omg

no one believes Wilbur exists

Cellbit nooo

OMG

Chayanne is cooking for the WEDDING

LETS GOOOOO

LET HIM COOK

Cellbit nooo

Cellbit supports Creative Freedom

omg Phil's right Quackity will pull that type of stunt

Cellbit nooo

Richa has never taken a bath wtf???

oh shit he running

yeah show him your dad's picture

omg photoshopped

Forever and Roier is here!!!

omg Forever is gaslighting Holly shit

A Mouth!?

Chayanne is busy planning the catering

Professional Cheft Chayanne LETS GOOOOO

past life Philza omg

Philza is not having it

yeah Richa hit him in the head

your PLAN?????

oh well fair enough

Gaslight vs Guilt trip

omg that is a whole ass restaurant menu

BAGHEERA

yey french

tour pog???

oh shit a BAND??

the band is playing at the WEDDING???

they are so cuteeeeeee

nice home, it sweet that everyone try to make space for the kids in their home

why Cellbit is keeps killing other player

omg Baghera sound so scared that Phill would steal from her the poor lady

nice Megalovania mix it takes me back to 2018

the girls are so talented on music omg

hehe secret

holly shit a bucket full of honey

scary noises

THANKYOU BAHERAA

ohh candy apple

Chayanne professional chef bag

Tallulah is the best

Bagheraa nooo

oh thank god she believe Will is real

Will would have to socialize so much after he came back.

WhOOO THE KIDS FIRST PERFORMANCE

ROCK EGGS

Tallulah is following her old man foot step

bye Bagheraa

oh no the flowers

the Federation building is heighten Phil's property value

ohhh the kids are visiting the build

don't stand on the grass kids

walk on grass anyway

wtf????

what is that???

it is a pretty building

what is going on with the train station??? it was fixed

so they can leave now??

it looks brand new?

fancy train, but bumbpy ride

wat?

AWWW the RACON

aw god no VENUSSS

another venus gone

its okay Tallulah

that is so fuk

oh dragon magic

lol the flies is sitting the trains

lol Chayanne try to catch the bees but got stung

aww Tallulah babby dont be sad

eyy the bois are here

glad they could make Tallulah cheer up

looks like the happy couple happy with the menu

bye boisss

Max is going to get food lmao

it's nice to live near everything but it could also could be dangerous

Tallulah's and will's house really feels like a nice little fantasy corner

yay the kids are now able to get out

sleepy timesss

ohh an album

EGGJOY or RADIO EGG

lol the Wedding photo

Great Album Tallulah

Dragon Story POG

is it Mumza????

you guys will absolutely outlive me

CRY

oh is the Admins asking advice for the Dragon designs???/

if the kids get their wings i hope they also give the bird designed CC wings too

Tallulah pls he's an old man you can't make him run so much

Whooo birthdayyyy

AWWW thank you Tallulah

why is Foolish drowning?

oh god

lol Foolish

omg they were trying to give richa a bath

77777

yeah secur the party old man

kinda sadge

BYE PHIILLL

#don't mind me #qsmp #headcannons #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp forever #qsmp maximus #qsmp liveblog #qsmp cellbit #qsmp baghera #oh shit this a long one #omg #well this what happened when you didnt catch up

[nubisaureus]

NSFW Alphabet

I love this trend so I decided to give it a go^^

character(s): Thoma, Ayato, Kaveh, Kaeya

pairings: fem!reader x Thoma, Ayato, Kaveh, Kaeya (separately)

enjoy! ✿

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Thoma

He's probably a switch, and even when he's domming, he's 100% a service dom.

A for aftercare: I think Thoma would be all over you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, pampering you and absolutely showering you with cuddles (A/N: oh to have a Thoma in my life *dramatic sigh*)

O for oral: he's very close to being 50/50, but he loves going down on you, watching you tremble and quiver as he explores you with his mouth

Q for quickies: he's fucking serious on his job, really. Almost nothing you do can distract him from his job, but there's some days when he's just too needy to wait. Ah, if the Kamisato Estate could talk..

S for stamina: two to three rounds is the max he can go uninterrupted

U for unfair: teasing wise, he's not that cruel. What he likes to do though, is to shower you with compliments and watch you squirm because you struggle to accept any of them. He'd end up his compliments attack with a kiss on your forehead and a hug, in which you'd hide your face in his chest, and he'd gently stroke your back to soothe you.

Ayato

He's a dom through and through. There might be times when he lets you have the upper hand, but those don't last very long, and you like it that way.

E for experience: oh boi oh boi. He knows exactly what he's doing, and you can rest assured you're going to lose your mind for him.

K for kinks: this man has a pet kink and a degradation mixed with a praise kink, I just know it. I think he also has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, but never really gets caught. He likes to have you all to himself, but the perspective of getting caught by his servants turns him on.

S for stamina: one round without interruption, two if he's really in the mood. He likes to take his sweet ass time with you, so those rounds are...rather long.

T for toys: assuming sex toys exist in the genshin universe, I think he'd have a few, just to tease you to hell and back.

U for unfair: depends on his mood really; he could be sweet one moment, and then tease you until you're too hot and bothered to utter any logical sentence. When he's in the mood he's basically unstoppable.

Kaveh

This man is a sub, through and through. I just know it.

D for dirty secret: he purposefully went down on you one time to get back at Alhaitham,

J for jack off: he doesn't masturbate often, but when he does, he's always thinking of you riding him.

P for pace: he likes to go at whatever rhythm you want, but on some rare occasions, he'd go extra slow, savoring how you feel around him.

S for stamina: with all the all-nighters he pulls, he doesn't really feel tired anymore, so he can go for three rounds.

V for volume: he's LOUD AS FUCK. Seriously. He's so loud you sometimes wonder if people outside the house can hear you guys. That's why you two usually stay at your place, since you live alone. If you had sex in the same house as Alhaitham he'd hear you even through his noise canceling headphones, geez.

Kaeya

More of a dom, but if you were to take the initiative, he'd enjoy the show with a smirk on his face, so he's not opposed to it.

C for cum: he loves the sight of you oozing with his cum. Whether it's from your mouth or your pussy, he just loves seeing how much he can fill you.

H for hair: he's very well groomed down there, and anywhere else for all that matters.

L for location: anywhere really, as long as it's somewhere away from prying eyes, you better believe he'll make it work.

R for risk: he's very open minded when it comes to trying new things, so he'll consider any proposal you have most of the time, unless it's something that makes him really uncomfortable.

Y for yearning: his sex drive is high, very high, although he keeps it at bait while at work (fortunately for you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk most of the time).

#genshin headcanons #genshin smut #genshin thoma #genshin fanfic #genshin thoughts #genshin kaveh #genshin kaeya #genshin impact #genshin thirsts #genshin things #genshin ayato #genshin imagines

[sapphyreopal5]

Y'know, I am very interested about Psychic guy (vigdissigritr) who wrote this comment, before wicked witch (Danneel) deleted it. And you say on your post you did speak with psychic guy. I want do know did he say more information anything about Danneel?

Me? I do still believe Danneel will get her karma for all the bad deeds she did during years of messing around with Jesnen's free will and ruining innocent people's lives by her spell works. Trust me, I think Danneel messed up with the wrong person who is protected by god and their ancestors.

I still believe Jensen is good man. I wish everyone would give him chance. I think Danneel is problem.

Hello Anon, thank you for the ask. I had a feeling an ask of this nature was coming my way soon and you delivered! :D So, I understand you are concerned about Jensen's well-being and have been made aware of her having done witchcraft from the getgo. Frankly, I believe that any spell used to attract a specific person is in fact black magic because if it's meant to be it'll be. The song "Meant to Be" by Bebe Rexha would be a great thing for Danneel and Gen both to listen and take to heart, as well as anyone else considering doing any love spells.

🎶So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be🎶

and also

🎵I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie 'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe🎵

If it's NOT meant to be... Let. It. Go. Seriously, if you're that desperate enough to do black magic on someone else just to keep or attract them (or should I say lure them in), YOU are the problem not life itself. This life just ain't that serious you guys, let it go for real ha ha. I believe on a personal note, my ex himself used black magic on me, as I overheard him say one night when I was supposed to be asleep "I never pray I know but please, bring Ellie back for good and let me keep her". This is when I was technically moved out in Summer 2018 but only went back because I couldn't get off the lease. From what my guides have told me, black magic lasts at max about 30 years but I feel like somewhere close to 15 years or so is about average. With my ex, it didn't even last a year LOL! I explained here what black magic really is as far as divine blueprints goes and how it relates to the divine plans, along with explaining what divine blueprints and divine plans are. I decided to copy and paste magic in terms of white, gray, and black with respect to divine blueprints from that post of mine below for your reference.

* White magic is the manifestation of so called original divine blueprints, or what was always meant to happen. * Gray magic is the manifestation of so called fixes to one's divine blueprints and plans after someone has tried using black magic after their astral body tried "tampering" with someone's divine blueprints and plans through the computer located in Cloud Nine. Of course, these fixes sometimes come at the cost of someone else. An example of this is if a woman loses a job but shouldn't have. The fix could be where she gets another job; naturally since there's only 1 job, someone else who should've gotten that job does not get it and another version of that person's divine blueprints ends up manifesting or their divine blueprints have to get "fixed" too, and so on and so forth. * Black magic is the manifestation of so called tampers meant to benefit the person using it at the expense of others. For example, someone may use black magic to get revenge on someone else, get wealthy, etc. This is where someone's astral body (the astral body of the physical person who is trying to make a good landmark event or several occur to them at the expense of someone else) "tampers" with someone else's divine blueprints by adding in an unpleasant landmark event or several. In some horrifying cases, this can be say the death of a spouse via workplace accident in order to get settlement money from their dead spouse's former employer. The maximum amount of time someone can benefit from using black magic is about 30 years. All black magic does is ultimately delay the unpleasant landmark events in their own divine plans and making the pleasant landmark events occur sooner. What goes up must come down. People using black magic may have many good things happen to them at once, but they will also experience many bad things eventually.

However, I am going to say this about free will before I carry on talking about what else this psychic said about Danneel. People on Earth assume free will pertains to us being able to make choices, to move how we want, act how we want, etc. without being controlled. Here is the thing, in other places where there is no free will they can still make choices, move how they want, act how they want, eat what they want, all of that. So, what the heck is free will? Free will is more or less being able to make choices that harm or even kill others for selfish gain. Free will is essentially the capability of messing with someone else's divine blueprints in order to benefit themselves. Free will is the capability of doing things like murder for reasons like greed, revenge, etc. Free will is the capability of "stealing from others" as this psychic puts it (in short, like I said making bad things happen to them so good things happen to you).

Here, I am establishing that this guy does not know Jensen or Jared, doesn't follow them, etc.

Here, he mentions some health issues of Jensen's going back to Danneel. He sometimes says Daniel or Danielle I believe because this is what the translator he uses does but I know he meant Danneel so please read these as such.

Now, he also mentioned that he doesn't believe Danneel wrote the birthday post but it was Jensen because "it's necessary".

He also brought up some marriage issues going on as well.

This is where he talked more about Danneel and Witchcraft.

These go a little out of order because I'm trying to put similar messages together and also excluded a lot of them out of course as I wanted to highlight the things he said. I did tell him some things of course about things I've written about on here and such. I withheld a lot of info from him to see what all he picks up and see he does pick up a lot as a seer and as someone who doesn't know much about Jensen at all. Below, he talks about world karma and then I wanted to put in this screenshot set below that he mentioned May or June is when he believes things are gonna start panning out and also the said "aftermath" after she is exorcised from his life.

As for what else was said about Danneel's eventual fate... and yes Gen Padalecki is who he was talking about with regards to who she met with "yesterday" (this past Saturday, 3/30/2024)...

Hmmm. Even though I believe some of the messages he is receiving require "interpretation work" with what is really meant as far as who is speaking to him goes, I do think he has a lot of things correct about what her fate will be and how things will eventually pan out okay for Jensen. You mess with someone else's divine blueprints for personal gain and you will suffer consequences...

#black magic #anti danneel #anti elta #psychic messages #psychic #channeled message #divination #anti genevieve

[sublimecatgalaxy]

I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀

“I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing”

And

“I really don’t like you”- “and I really don’t believe you”

But it’s an enemies to lovers trope where they end up being soulmates. Also, Billy survives the Mind Flayer. Please and thank you! 💕✨

Of course! This might be one of the only things I write tonight since I have surgery and wanna go to bed a little early but I hope you all like this.

This is lovely and non-canon so Billy isn't the worst ever in whatever universe this takes place in! :D Sorry for any typos!

"Max, stop, do not leave me to deal with him-"

"I'm sorry! Just tell him I went home with El or something!" The redhead cringes, throwing me a sorry smile before skipping away, hand in hand with Lucas, loud giggles leaving them as they hop on their bikes. They're gone as quickly as they came, leaving me alone in front of the arcade, waiting anxiously for Billy to show up.

Saving his life at Starcourt apparently earned me unlimited free rides.

But the only time that I actually take him up on the offer is when I'm riding home with Max but today she had other plans, leaving me completely at Billy's mercy, awkward and squeamish in his presence.

There's always been a sense of fear that I've felt in his presence, before it was because he was possibly the biggest douche a person could ever meet, but now it's because he's nicer, gentler, quieter. He's different than he used to be in all of the best ways but he still has a sense of humor that takes you off guard, flirty eyes and a wild imagination that he has written out across his forehead.

He's forward. I'm not.

My arms shake at my side as I watch him zoom into the parking lot, slowing down right in front of me as he rolls down his window. He looks around briefly, clicking his tongue as he slides his sunglasses off of his nose.

"She go with Lucas again?" He asks, a small smile on his lips as I step up to the car with a huff, hoisting my backpack further onto my shoulders with a shrug.

"I'm supposed to tell you she went with El." My eyes squint in the bright light of the sun that rests above me, blinding me from BIlly's heated gaze, his eyes traveling up and down the expanse of my frame.

"Not like I care anymore- get in." He reaches over to pop the door open, before returning to his cool composure, one hand on the wheel, one on his thigh. It's hard to ignore the way his fingers curl around the leather wheel, clenching so hard to the point where his knuckles turn white. "You all freaked cuz you don't have your ginger, emotional support child with you?" He teases as I slip down into the seat beside him, my whole body flushing at his implication that I somehow need Max to function around him. He's not wrong.

"Shut up." I mutter, clutching my bag to my chest as he puts the car into drive with a chuckle, shaking his head at my simple answer. A few moments go by, a shit eating grin on Billy's lips as he sneaks a few glances at me, looking at me above his tinted glasses.

"Ya know, I don't bite, not unless you're into that thing." He snickers, adjusting himself in his seat as his hand moves to rest on the shift, inching closer and closer to me with every minute that goes by.

"Billy, shut it." I huff, trying to keep my bashfulness at bay but the minute my words come out, they're quivered and nervous, completely evident that he's making me more nervous than angry.

"I'm so right, you know it. You're intimidated by me and maybe it's cuz you actually like me." He's not wrong and he knows it, his eyes knowingly glancing over my dumbfounded expression as my lips part in quiet shock. But the longer we sit at this red light and look at each other, the more I feel giddy and excited at the attention he's giving me, a happy smile eventually stretching across my face.

"I really don't like you." I whisper, his grin only growing at the lies.

"And I really don't believe you." With a smirk, he drives off from the red light before turning abruptly, laughing at the sight of my brows that pull together in innocent confusion "Come on, give me a chance. I'll buy you lunch." He nods at the small diner up on our left, eyes hopeful and excited. I bite at my lip as I ponder the possible options in front of me, but there's only one answer I can give.

If I were to say no, Max would have my head.

"Fine but the only reason I'm going is for food." I offer, folding my arms over my chest as he grins toothily, giving me a stern nod before pulling into the diners parking lot.

"Deal."

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[selenitesdawn]

yandere max / mike headcannons?

tysm! <3

thank you for the request <3 i hope you like it! i actually never read or did yandere before, so i hope it’s slightly what you asked for.

Yandere Headcanons

warning : curse words

pairing : max mayfield x reader

max shows you off every chance she gets, she’s so proud to have you as her friend/partner

when you’re with others, max constantly showers you with compliments, making sure everyone knows just how great you are

but she also makes it pretty clear that you two are the duo and no one will come between you

“Y/n is my ride or die and I am theirs. It’s just that simple. We would never leave each other, ever.”

if someone doesn’t vibe with you or even dislikes you, she won’t hesitate to cut that person out of her life

whether platonically or romantically, max has always been VERY overprotective of you

whenever someone talks over you, max starts snapping or clapping in front of that person’s face

“Hey! Attention up here, y/n is talking you, asshole.”

she even stood up to billie after he made fun of you once, he actually didn’t dare to do that a second time

she definitely hypes you up every chance she gets, even if it’s just you getting out of bed after a long night

when you’re not doing too good, max goes completely out of her way to make you feel better

she has all your habits, including gesture and mimic memorized. the second your mood drops, she will know

After your social battery ran out at a birthday party, Max didn’t hesitate on taking you home.

“Come on y/n, I’m getting tired. We should go home.”

she wasn’t tired, she just didn’t want to make you feel guilty for wanting to leave

cuddling with you is one of her favorite things. she just feels so safe and calm when she’s close to you.

all in all, max is a giver. she loves to gift you things, she loves reading to you and just loves taking care of you

pairing : mike wheeler x reader

mike has never been great with words, but when he’s with you he doesn’t feel like he needs to explain himself

he loves spending time with you more than anything, it’s his way of showing affection

that’s why he literally takes you everywhere with him

“Okay so, tomorrow we play D&D, Wednesday we visit grandma’s and then on Thursday I really need to go to the post office. Got that?”

he takes every chance he gets to make you laugh. even if it makes him look like a fool

mike definitely puts your happiness first. as long as you’re okay, he’s fine

sometimes he just stares at you for minutes, admiring everything about you

whenever you’re out together, he makes sure to walk more upright and put his shoulders back, just so he seems big and scary in case someone tries to bother you

“Stay back y/n, I’ll take care of this.”

he gushes to his friends about you all the time. he wants the entire party to love you at least half as much as he does.

during d&d he sacrificed himself for you, much to the displeasure of the party. but he didn’t care what the others thought

when you hang out with the others, he always makes sure you sit next to him or at least close

“Y/n, I reserved this spot just for you, so we can sit together. Come here.”

mike definitely tries to adapt your interests. either to impress you or just so you guys have a “thing” together

he might have problems articulating his feelings towards you but he surely doesn’t have a problem with showing you

#stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #max mayfield x y/n #maxine mayfield #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler imagine

[gridgirldrabbles]

Lando Norris Alphabet

Warnings: smut

A/N: yes this is a repost!! I’m sorry if you’re seeing this twice but it wasn’t showing up in any of the tags so I’m hoping this works instead

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

All Lando wants to do afterwards is cuddle. He whines when you get up to use the bathroom, even though he knows you need to, just because he loves feeling you next to him. His favourite way to cuddle is with him lying on his back with you draped over his chest because he loves to play with your hair and soothe you to sleep.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His own: He loves his hair. He loves how soft and fluffy it is, so he makes sure to take extra good care of it. He also loves it because there’s nothing he loves more than feeling your fingers tug on his hair when he’s going down on you.

Yours: Lando is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. If you guys are sat next to each other at dinner, watching a movie on the sofa, or even when he’s driving, he will always have a hand on the inside of your thigh. He loves the way they clamp around his head when he’s sucking on your clit, and he especially loves when they clench around his waist as he’s thrusting in and out of you.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He would love to cum on you. It doesn’t really matter where because seeing you covered in his cum awakens something in him and drives him crazy. His favourite places to cum are on your ass and your stomach.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

You guys have been caught having sex by Max. You both thought he’d be out for a few more hours so Lando didn’t hesitate to bend you over the arm of the couch as soon as he’d left. Unfortunately for you guys, Max forgot his wallet and was back pretty quickly, being greeted by the site of Lando pounding into you. You all agreed never to talk about it again as it was quite embarrassing for you all.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

I feel like Lando is on the more inexperienced side. He probably hasn’t had many one-night stands, but he’s had a few girlfriends over the years which has given him some experience. When he first met you he wasn’t too confident about his abilities in the bedroom, but once you two started having sex he would really come into his own and take your pleasure to a whole other level than what you’d experienced before.

F= Favorite position

You on top, for sure. He loves how sexy you look when you’re riding him, the way your tits bounce in the perfect way. He loves to grip your hips when you guys are in this position, leaving little fingertip shaped bruises to mark you as his.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Sex with Lando would be so fun! Most of the time it would be super light-hearted between you guys, with giggles from both of you when something didn’t go quite to plan.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I can imagine he would shave it pretty much down to the skin. He’s not a particularly hairy guy so he prefers how it feels when he shaves, especially when he’s wearing race-suits that make everything unbearably sweaty all the time.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

At the beginning of your relationship, it was definitely more on the romantic side. You were both getting to know each other and were experimenting to see what you both liked. That changed slightly when you asked Lando to choke you one day, and it brought out the dominant side of him (not that you were complaining). After that it was more of a 50/50/

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

All the time. He’s away from you so much that it’s inevitable that he has to touch himself. As much as he would rather have your hand wrapped around him, it’s not always possible when you guys are thousands of miles apart from each other.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Lando would definitely like using handcuffs in bed, whether they’re on you or on him. You originally bought him a pair of pink fluffy ones as a gag gift one time, but when you were both extremely horny and feeling a bit experimental you decided to try them out. It turns out you both really enjoyed it and decided to use them more often.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He likes to have sex at home, where he can really take his time with you. As much as he likes the thrill of having sex in public, he thinks the risk it poses with his career is too much for him to take.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Seeing you in his team colours for sure. When you first started dating he bought you a papaya cap with a 4 plastered on the side and as soon as you tried it on he was immediately hard. There was something about seeing you supporting him, proudly parading yourself around as his number one fan that drove him crazy.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Wouldn’t want to be called daddy. He’s still a young guy so he feels it’s more awkward than sexy. He wouldn’t mind being called sir instead though.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He wasn’t the most skilled at oral when you first started dating, but over time he really learned what made you react the most. Once he got to the point where he had you squirming in less than a few minutes he wanted to do it all the time. Of course, he would never turn a blowjob from you down either.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It depends on the occasion, sometimes it can be slow if something special is happening, but it can also be fast as well. More often than not the pace is quite fast because that’s what you both prefer, and he loved seeing your hands grip whatever surfaced you’re on as his quickens his pace.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Lando would absolutely love quickies. You didn’t get the opportunity to do them very often, but when you guys were meant to be leaving the hotel to go to the track in 10 minutes and he saw you place that little orange cap on your head he couldn’t help himself.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He would be a bit hesitant at the beginning, but I think he would be willing to try new things. You guys would be good at communication so if you found something you think that you’d like to try, then you guys would have a conversation about it.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

If you guys haven’t seen each other for a while then it’s over pretty fast for both of you. But once you get into the rhythm that you usually have, Lando could go at least three rounds, sometimes more. Honestly it was as many rounds as it took until he felt like he’d made you cum enough.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He would be too shy to use them on himself, and probably too shy to use anything other than a vibrator on you. You had been very open about the fact that you had a vibrator when you had gotten together, and he’d asked to see it since he’d never used one before. This led to him making you cum three times with the vibrator alone before fucking you into oblivion.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

As much as he would deny it if you asked him, Lando would adore being teased. The building of the sexual tension throughout the day would make it even better when he got to have his way with you later.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He’s quite quiet when it comes to sex, focusing rather on the noises your making. He’ll make a few grunts and groans throughout, usually into your ear which drive you wild, and if he’s feeling brave he’ll divulge into a bit of dirty talk.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

You’ve sucked Lando off when he’s been streaming before. The setup he had in your shared apartment meant that only his top half could be seen, and you used that to your advantage. He knew he would’ve been in so much trouble if you guys had been caught, but he couldn’t deny that the whole experience was incredibly sexy.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A pretty decent size, average length but slightly thicker than you would’ve thought. It’s the perfect size where it doesn’t hurt, but it fills you up just perfectly and hits all the important spots inside you.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Not insanely high, but still high enough where you guys have sex at least three times a week when you’re both busy. You both find it such a good way to destress after a busy week, and it’s the perfect couples activity. And who can deny, when you’re both so hot it’s not a surprise that you have sex as much as you do.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Lando would be so sleepy afterwards. We’ve all seen him fall asleep at the track, so it would be mere minutes into cuddling and he’d be making soft little snores in your ear.

#ln4 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #lando Norris imagine #lando Norris smut #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut