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[marshmallowprotection]

Been thinking about Saviour Unknown lately... I wanna cry about our boy finding himself on the edge of breaking down entirely and deciding to just burn it all. Was getting rid of Rika his tipping point? Did he do it knowingly or was it a sporadic decision he made under all these overwhelming emotions clouding his mind? What did he feel when the deed was done and he was met with nothing but deafening silence? Was he horrified for a brief fleeting moment by what he's just done? Did he break down completely? Did he convince himself that he did what has to be done? Do the nightmares of blood covering his hands follow him whenever he manages to fall asleep?

The Savior did what had to be done.

He did what had to be done because if he didn't do it, there would be no salvation, paradise, or pleasure for those who were crawling in the filthy mud to find enlightenment. He wasn't a Savior born by the light and Grace of God. No, he was born out of necessity. He wasn't born to be a Savior but he became the Savior they needed in a moment of clarity and desperation.

Panicked breath, hasty hands, and animosity at the words uttered in betrayal lead him to the pulpit. No true Savior chosen by God would look at one of her followers, no, her most loyal follower who had been by her side since the moment she had saved him from the dirt would dare think the words she had said to him. Her emerald eyes looked at him as if he were the devil himself instead of a fallen soul meant to be saved by her grace.

She was no Savior.

She was the Devil.

His begotten name fell from her lips in malice. She hit him with the force of her arm and sent him onto his knees, looking down with the ring of God's brightest light haloing her face from the skylight as her true demon revealed itself to him in the shadows of the sun. He was nothing to this Devil.

He was a substitute for what she truly wanted.

The truth was written in her blood. The boy that she had once called her son wasn't her son at all. She had wanted to take in his brother to use for her goals and aspirations from the start. He was leftover and nothing more than that.

A true Savior wouldn't think about him in such contempt and misery if she wanted to save him. She would've meant it when she said that it was God that told her to save him. She wouldn't have been lying to him for years if she was everything she claimed to be. But, in all those ugly words she shouted down at him, he saw the truth between every lie.

She was a false prophet... a false Savior... and his blood boiled deep inside of him from a place that he couldn't even locate. The air felt so hot in his lungs that every second that passed was like hellfire inside his body. She wasn't the Savior and she wasn't Salvation. She was a liar just like those she had whispered had abandoned him to the dirt and dust to save themselves.

He couldn't believe in this false prophet any longer. He couldn't stand the sight of the devil looking into his soul. The anger that burned hot inside of his chest could no longer take listening to her words, orders, and desires for a second longer.

His mind went increasingly blank the more she shouted down at him and at some point.... in the midst of realizing the truth of her words to him, his angered, bruised, and trembling hand lifted from the dirt and grabbed ahold of her blonde curls with a vice grip.

No more Lies.

No more Devil.

No more False Savior.

Where did that leave him? Where did that leave Mint Eye? Where did that leave his goals and revenge? Where did that leave anything that the false Savior had caused in the first place? Unknown didn't know what came over him but he donned the robes that had been left and stormed the halls of Magenta with thick red trailing behind him in his wake.

Nobody questioned him. Nobody denied him. Nobody looked at him with the intent of stopping him from claiming the seat of Mint Eye's true Savior and Salvation. He had nothing more to care for in his life after he'd been manipulated time and time again by those whom he'd placed all his trust as an innocent child. So, what else was left for him in this life if he had nothing to count on?

Unknown might have had nothing to his name.. but the Savior had everything. If he became the Savior and Salvation of those that had clung to this place, he could truly have everything and anything he needed. All it took was a firm hand who wasn't afraid to destroy the outside world and with his bloody hands, he wasn't afraid to do the dirty work necessary to save lives.

In his anger, spite, and malice, he couldn't bring himself to care that he had destroyed or become the very person he hated most. All that mattered in his eyes was revenge and nothing was standing there in his way to keep him away from his desires.

Even if his fingers started to twitch or burn with sin, or every time he fell asleep and his nightmares were filled with thick memories that he could never remember all the details of... just the memory of screams and blood.

Why would that stop him?

His life was bathed in screams of mercy and blood that belonged to him or someone else.

A Savior saves lives in need without question, and he was a Savior that would save without looking over his shoulder in a cold sweat from any nightmares that kept haunting him. What did that matter, anyway? It wasn't any different from before his hands became the ones that belonged to the Bloody Savior without a name.

Unknown did what he had to do.

The Savior did what he had to do.

#tw implied death #you know my favorite thing about Savior Unknown compared to Savior Saeran? #Unknown took this spot for a reason. #Normally in Unknown's bad endings he gets rid of his brother and V and then gets rid of himself. #but if we imagine him hitting a tipping point with Rika well before this happening it's more interesting to imagine what he would do #with Mint Eye #In the case of Wisteria and Unknown? You know how I handled that Wisteria realized Rika was lying and convinced Unknown they had to #take matters into their hands to get his revenge. that's how they're able to undermine Rika's authority and take the cult. #My MC became the catalyst for Unknown to make that choice. But what makes him crack without someone being the catalyst? #It's Rika slipping up. #ask #natasha in space #mod kait #savior unknown #saeran choi #choi saeran #mysme #mystic messenger #unknown mm #unknown mystic messenger #unknown mysme #i'd love to write more about him honestly. it's just the darkest timeline apart from the fried chicken.

[katsu28]

Congrats on 2K Kait!!!! And this celi is gonna be so fun, but don’t stress yourself out <333

☕️☕️☕️ I’d love a drink of “carefully initiating slight intimacy (like holding hands, hugging, etc.) since they aren't quite sure how far they could go with where they are” from List D with Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Thank you so much <33

may have strayed a little from the prompt but i hope you enjoy anyways!

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.3k, join the celebration!

To make it extremely clear, you were not dating Jake Seresin. 

He was one of the most remarkable people you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with, kind and funny and braver than most folks would ever admit, but no, you weren’t dating him. 

You really, really wanted to, though. You just weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted too. 

Sometimes you got the feeling he did, like when Nat had caught him staring at you from behind the rim of his beer and very loudly called him out in front of everyone for unashamedly ogling you. He’d vehemently denied any said ogling with flaming red cheeks, but you noticed him doing it again three more times that same night. 

Or when you went to the farmer’s market with him one Sunday morning and it was so crowded you were positive you’d lose him in the throngs of people. He slid his hand into yours that time, lacing your fingers together tightly as you tugged him to tent after tent. 

Sometimes you thought about how you weren’t all that slick either.

Like that time Mickey invited you to the beach with all of them, and you got so distracted by Jake’s shirtless chest during dogfight football you nearly missed the pass he’d lobbed you. It all worked out in the end though, because when Jake’s team inevitably won, he’d hugged you and spun you around gleefully. 

It was worth it to feel the press of his chest against yours. 

You found yourself looking for him everywhere you went, regardless of whether he was actually there or not. You’d like to run into him at the mundane places—grocery store, laundromat, coffee shop—just so you’d be able to spend more time with him.

But those were totally platonic, good friend things to do, right? 

Like always, your eyes searched for Jake as soon as you stepped into the Hard Deck tonight, scanning the packed bar for any sign of that telltale blond head of hair you wanted to see so badly. 

Today especially, because you’d had one hell of a day at work. Between spilling coffee on your shirt first thing in the morning, to your shitty boss lecturing you about an error that wasn't even your fault, to hitting the worst traffic imaginable on the way home, you could really use one of his special Jake pep talks right now. 

Much to your dismay, you spotted Rooster first, and although you did enjoy his presence, he wasn’t the man you were looking for. You made your way over anyways, greeting everyone as cheerfully as you could given your circumstances, still looking around for Jake. 

“Hangman’s getting another round, if you wanted to put your order in.” Nat informed you, nodding towards the bar. Lo and behold, there he was a head above the rest, broad shoulders helping you spot him almost immediately. You weren’t sure how you’d missed him upon first glance. 

You thanked Nat quickly, wasting no time in making your way over until you’d pushed up next to him at the bartop. Maybe a little too quickly, because your shoulder bumped against his arm a bit harshly, and his head whipped in your direction, probably an expletive at the tip of his tongue. When he saw it was just you, his expression did a complete 180, now a grin so big his eyes crinkled at the edges. 

“Was wonderin’ when you’d be showin’ your face around here tonight.” His smooth, Texas twanged voice had part of the tension dropping from your shoulders. He seemed to notice because his smile dropped a little bit and he tilted his head, regarding you with those pretty green eyes you always found yourself getting lost in. “Y’alright, darlin’?” 

“Yeah. Just…horrible day.” You sighed, drumming your fingers against the weathered wood. Jake raised an inquisitive brow, his invitation for you to talk about it. So you did, telling him every shitty little thing that happened since the moment you woke up to the second you pulled into the bar parking lot. 

As soon as you were done, it instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders—not all of it, but enough to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to burst into tears at any given moment. Jake’s eyes hadn’t left yours the whole way through, keeping you tethered to him with every slow nod and brow crease. 

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a time today.” He said quietly, sliding his hand over yours. His palm was calloused and warm, thumb rubbing along your knuckles soothingly. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Wish I coulda been there for you, maybe knocked some common sense into your idiot boss.” 

“Can I just—can you hug me? I really feel like I need a hug right now.” You weren't sure if that was asking too much of him, considering you didn’t quite know where the two of you stood in terms of what you were to each other, but you had to ask. 

“Sure. Of course I can, c’mere.” Jake opened his arms for you as soon as the words left your mouth, letting you bury yourself against his chest like you’d done it a thousand times before. 

But really, you’d never hugged Jake before. Not like this, at least. A few brief greeting hugs, thank you hugs, celebrating your win at partners beer pong at a barbeque hugs—but you'd never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you felt in Jake’s right now. They were strong, circling around you tightly, one hand smoothing up and down the length of your spine slowly, the other cradling the back of your head. You felt like you could weather a storm and still be okay here. 

He smelled like laundry detergent and musky cologne when you inhaled, strong but somehow still comforting at the same time, and the cotton of his flannel shirt was soft against your cheek. When you were this close to him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, the way his breath hitched when you hugged him a little tighter than he’d expected. 

And you could’ve been wrong, but you swore you could feel his heart beating a little too fast. 

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.” You sighed, pulling away from him (a little too soon for your liking, if you were being totally honest). “Sorry if it was weird, I just—” 

Jake clicked his tongue, smiling at you warmly. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’, I’m glad I could help. You can hug me anytime, alright?” 

He licked his lips, clearing his throat before speaking again, voice a lot less confident than you’d ever heard it before. His cheeks were tinged pink too, maybe from the heat of the crowded bar. (Or maybe from you.) “And maybe next time you have a bad day, you can call me? We can go out for lunch or somethin’, help get your mind off the shitty things.” 

“You’ll be at work, Jake.” 

“The Navy does give us lunch breaks too, y’know.” He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge. 

“It’s still clear across town. I couldn't.” 

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’d even take the damn jet if I had to.” 

You couldn't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up into a shy smile. “Pretty sure that's illegal, Lieutenant.” 

“But would you? Take me up on the lunch date?” Date. He said date. You smiled even bigger because Jake looked nervous, and he never looked nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t enjoying the effect you seemed to be having on him right now. 

“I would.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” Jake gathered the beers Penny had set on the bar for him into his hands, shooting you one of those shiny, charming smiles that made you fall for him in the first place as he backpedaled towards the rest of your friends. “Maybe we can do a test run, say…tomorrow, noon? I’ll pick you up.” 

“I’d love that.”

So no, you weren't dating Jake Seresin. But maybe, just maybe, after a few lunch dates, you could be.

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[sunshinesteviee]

emma omg omg pushing strands of their hair out of their face with steeb pls and thank u ily forever 🫶🏼

kait!!! omg ilyt this is for u MWAH 🫶🏼

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Your boyfriend is beautiful. His soft hazel eyes, his pretty nose, the most kissable lips, the cute little moles dotting his cheek. Everything about him is just gorgeous. It’s unfair, actually, just how pretty he is. You could stare at him all day long, if he’d let you, but no matter how confident he can be, he still gets shy under your gaze, so you have to be sneaky about it. But sometimes, you just can’t help yourself.

The best time of day — your favorite time of day — is when you wake up before him, warm yellow light spilling in through curtains, and he’s still fast asleep beside you, cheek pressed into his pillow. He always looks so peaceful, so innocent, with his lips parted, his soft, wavy hair falling into his face. He’s perfect.

Scooting in closer to Steve’s sleeping figure, you snuggle into his chest, leaving just enough room to still admire him. From the close angle, you can count each of his long lashes, trace the freckles and moles that dust across his cheeks. A lock of dark hair curls around his ear, another twisting down his neck, disappearing beneath the blanket, even more falling into his face. It’s been a while since he’s had a haircut, and it’s getting long and shaggy.

Fingers tracing down the length of his neck, you twist a soft wave around your pointer finger gently. It wasn’t your intention to wake him up, but he groans softly, nose scrunching up as his eyes flutter open after a moment. You grimace your apology, though he can hardly see with how slowly he’s blinking, eyes still heavy with sleep. Cupping his stubbly cheek in your soft hand, you murmur, “G’morning, Stevie. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mm,” he manages to grunt in response, not angry or annoyed, just still half-asleep. His body curls towards yours, an arm searching for your waist as his nose pushes into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, “mornin’.”

“Sleep well?” you ask softly, the hand not on his cheek rubbing a gentle line up the curve of his spine.

“Mhm, good,” he breathes out, lips pursing into a light kiss against your neck. “How ‘bout you, baby?”

“Me too,” you reply, moving in closer than you already are, a leg hitching up over his hip to press your torso to his. You’re both on his pillow now, huddled together on his side of the bed. All of your senses are filled with Steve. His smell, his warmth, his strong arm holding your waist, his heartbeat, his sleepy eyes meeting yours.

A lazy smile tugs at the corners of Steve’s lips as your eyes meet. It’s so soft, it nearly makes you melt into the bedsheets right then and there. Sometimes you’re not sure you deserve the softness. The love that Steve always looks at you with. The utter adoration for you that seeps from him, even in this half-awake state. Your hand slides up his back, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck, running the soft strands between your fingers. You want him to know just how much you love him, too, but you’re not sure how to say it, not so early in the morning. You hope he can feel it.

It’s quiet for a few minutes as you lay with each other, all soft touches and gentle kisses, quiet whispers as the sun rises further into the sky, spilling bright light into your room. You sigh loudly after a while, knowing you need to get up, and Steve, finally more awake, pulls his face from your neck to really see you. He gives you one of his gorgeous, heart-stopping smiles, and nudges the tip of his nose against yours, “I’ll make ya coffee, honey.”

The long, wispy hair hanging in his face brushes against your forehead, tickling you slightly and causing your eyes to close, nose scrunching up. Giggling, you reach up to push your hands into his hairline, pushing all of it out of his face. He looks a bit silly, but still so handsome. “Mm, yes please.”

He shakes free of your grasp, hair falling into his face once again, an over-dramatic pout gracing his lips, “Okay, well I’m not going to make you any if you’re just going to tease me, baby.”

“Sorry,” you rush to apologize, a smile still tugging at your lips as, this time, you delicately push a few strands of hair out of his face, tucking them behind his ear, “‘m sorry. You’re so pretty it hurts, Stevie.”

A soft pink blooms on Steve’s cheeks. His eyes roll, but there’s the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips, “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

“I’m serious!” you reply, a deep frown creasing the space between your eyebrows, “Y’so pretty, Stevie. Prettiest boy this side of town, no question.” You sweep more hair back out of his face, pressing little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, the moles dotting his skin, anywhere you can reach.

Steve all but giggles, face scrunching up as he leans into your touch. “Stop,” he says in a way that clearly means keep going, cheeks somehow even pinker as he pushes his face back into the crook of your neck to hide.

You giggle with him, cradling the back of his head as your fingers continue to card through his hair, “My handsome, beautiful, hot boyfriend and his ridiculously soft hair. Love you.”

“You’re just jealous of my hair,” he mumbles into your skin with a loud huff, and you can practically feel the eye roll he’s giving you. “Love you, too, though, pretty girl. Still want that coffee?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #sunshinesteviee #blurbs #steve blurbs

[taintedcigs]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

“Can’t you just— can’t you just go?” “I’m not leaving you alone until you’re okay.”

with stevie? bc i know my ass would say some dumb shit to push him away just to see if he’d choose to stay🫣🥺

ily hunny!!!

who could stay?

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

word count: 700+

warnings: nothing rlly, steve comforting u, reader having a bad day anndd just some fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!

a/n: kait you're so real for this and this prompt is just so arghhh and cute i wanna d word i love steve sm and i def feel u bc i would so do this and i hope i did it justice bb ily <33 also i listened to the archer when writing this it is heavily inspired by it lmao💗😭

join my birthday celebration!

you never knew what came over you when you were upset, ready to push away anything and anyone, at the expense of your own happiness.

you knew you didn't want to be alone, you knew you wanted someone to be there for you, comforting you, taking care of you.

but you couldn't help but push everyone away, just to see if they would see through you, if they could see through the cold front you put up, just to see if they would stay, even when you asked them to leave.

"'m fine..." you muttered, your eyes glossy as you avoided his, steve was gentle with how he treated you, sat next to you as his knees softly brushed against yours, his hand comfortingly placed on your thighs for reassurance.

he shook his head, he didn't believe you, he knew something was wrong, he knew something had upset you, and he wasn't going to leave until he was sure everything was okay.

he studied your face, taking all of your features in, his mind fuzzy with how beautiful you were, and worry took over him as he saw how your face soured and fell, he wanted to be there for you.

"you don't look fine, sweetheart." his voice was dipped in honey, ever so sweet and the nickname was enough to have your heart pounding out of your chest, but you didn't want him to see you like this, you didn't want to break down in front of him.

"you don't have to worry about it." your voice was cold, tone barely audible, but steve didn't mind.

and you hated that he didn't mind it, you didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to ruin him with your own fucked up mind, you had a lot of bad days and you never wanted to drag him down with you, he deserved better than that, he didn't deserve to be sucked up in your own darkness.

"honey..." his hand was quick to caress your cheeks, "are you kidding me?" his tone was mellow as his finger tips gently grazed against your chin, lifting up to make you face him.

his dreamy eyes met your glossy ones, his brows furrowed with worry as he saw your bottom lip jutting out, smudged mascara and your puffy nose giving you away.

his heart ached at the sight of you, he wanted to help you, make you feel seen, take care of you.

"i will always worry about you, sweetheart." you winced when he said that, even though his words were warming your heart, you didn't want him to go through your pain.

"i don't want you to." your tone was avoidant, your eyes were anything but, you were wishing he could pick up on it, wishing he could see how hurt you were, but the words that escaped your lips wanted to push him away.

"can't you just..." you tried to stop your words, you knew the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, you wanted him to stay more than anything, but you didn't know how to ask for help.

"can't you just leave." you faced away from him, harshly, and steve's stomach twisted with how you were acting, he knew you didn't mean it, he knew you needed him, he saw right through you, even though you didn't realize it.

you expected him to leave you, you expected him to sigh at your stand off-ish attitude, leaving you all alone.

what you didn't expect was, "no." leaving steve's pouty lips as he shook his head at you. "i'm not leaving you alone, not until you're okay." his gaze was sympathetic, his tone soft and hands squeezing yours in a comforting manner.

"i'll be silent if you need me to, but i'm not leaving you alone, you're trying to push me away, but i won't let you, not until i know you are okay." his brows furrowed in worry again, not blinking as he observed you.

you couldn't help the small smile your lips twitched into, beaming at the fact that steve had chosen to stay, that steve didn't leave you alone. he saw you.

you couldn't help the sobs that escaped your lips, so raw and gut-wrenching that steve immediately wrapped his arms around you, his heart aching with sympathy as he engulfed you with his warmth.

you embraced him, and you let him take care of you, "thank you, stevie." you murmured into his chest between your sobs, he understood you in a way no one could.

"anything for you, honey." his touch was tender as he pressed kisses into your hair, telling you everything he loved about you as he murmured affections into your hair.

his sickly sweet tone and his comforting grip on you making you realize that, steve was there for you, always.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fics #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington drabbles

[stvharrngton]

so first of all babes, CONGRATULATIONS ON 1k!!!!! u definitely deserve it🥹🫶🏼💖

second i’m on my period (therefore im a horny mf rn) so id like to request 💌, prompt from list 1- "aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied."

kait my baby 🥺 thank you so much and thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy 💓

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, size kink, choking, titty slapping

prompt: “aw, it hurts? too bad. you’re gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied.”

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

You and Steve were a mess of hands and lips, fingers wandering over soft skin, kisses hot and rushed. You were all over each other the second you got home, fingers tugging at the boy’s wild hair, his own yanking your shirt over your head, thrown over the tall lamp in the corner of the room.

Neither of you were entirely sure what set this in motion. Maybe it was the way Steve stared at you from behind the counter of Family Video when you went to visit him, mouth parted and a flustered look on his face. Or maybe it was the skirt that you wore, the one that was a pretty pink and definitely a little too short. The one that showed off the swell of your ass as you bent over to tie your shoe.

Steve couldn’t decide if you wore it on purpose or not.

Truth is, maybe you did wear it on purpose. Searching through your wardrobe specifically for it with the only intention of getting some sort of reaction out of Steve. And it worked. It definitely worked.

But when you found yourself on the boys lap, his fingers squeezing at your ass as he licked into you all sweet and soft you couldn’t help but want something more. A little more rough.

You wanted him to manhandle you a little, pull on your hair, spank your ass. The need to have his big cock bully his way in and out of your tight pussy almost carnal.

His eyes turned dark when you muttered out a little pathetically, that you wanted Steve to be rough on you, that you could take it. Something you hadn’t seen in him before masking his soft features.

So he flipped you over, your back hitting the couch cushions, hair splayed out behind you. Panties damp and body wracked with anticipation. Steve grasped your jaw in his large hand, body towering over you.

“Want my cock, yeah? Is that it? Fuck, you’re soaking.”

You could only whine beneath him, hips canting upwards to try and rub yourself over his bulge. Lips swollen and kiss bitten, you cried out,

“Yeah, Stevie, please. Want that cock, I can handle it.”

Steve was big. And God, did you know it. Never able to take the whole thing, no matter how hard you begged Steve to give it to you. He’d always be soft and slow with his thrusts, always giving you the chance to get used to his size before only ever sinking his cock into you half way.

“If you say so, pretty thing.” He breathed with a laugh, taunting and teasing.

Steve flipped your skirt up your stomach, reaching to pull your underwear down your legs. He groaned at the sight of you, pussy dripping and thighs sticky. His jeans and boxers pulled low enough to pull his cock out, fingers wrapping around the length.

You let a whimper fumble past your lips at picture before you, Steve’s thick cock stiff and throbbing. Tip leaking pre-cum, a shade of pretty pink just like the boy’s lips.

He pushed his head into your clit, swiping it through your folds to gather your slick. Burrowing further, Steve slipped his cock into your hole, your walls stretching wide around him.

You hissed out, a mixture of pain and pleasure working its way through your body. Eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching at the boy’s biceps.

“‘M not sure if you can take all this, baby.” Steve cooed, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he pushed in, inch by inch.

“Steve,” you whined, hips struggling against his grip, “please just make it fit, please, please, I can take it.”

Steve huffed at your statement, all resolve fading.

If there was one thing Steve was always good for, it was giving his girl exactly what she wanted.

His hips snapped forward with a jolt, burying his thick cock inside you to the hilt. Your walls clenched around him as he rolled his head back in pleasure, stomach clenching as he had to stop himself from busting his load right there and then.

Steve rolled his hips against your own, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix as you felt him so deep inside you. It was nothing like you’d ever felt before, a sweet sinful pain as Steve bullied your pussy. There was no other word for it.

You wailed out below him, choking out a sob as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. “S-Steve,” you stuttered, “I can’t— fuck, s’too much.”

He grunted as he kept up the pace, cock stretching you out wide, fucking in and out of your poor little hole at an unrelenting pace. His hand came down against your chest, slapping at your tits.

“Aw, it hurts?” Steve cooed, fingers grasping at your jaw, pulling your fucked out gaze back to him, “Too bad, baby, you’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied. You asked for this, sweet girl.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as his thick fingers wrapped around your throat now, It was all so dirty, so hot, the way Steve was pressing on your throat, the words spilling out of his mouth, how hard he was fucking you.

Your pussy fluttered around him as you felt the pressure build in your stomach. The coil a taunting twist and pull as you were on the cusp of your orgasm. Steve skirted his fingers down your torso, fisting the material of your skirt as the other brushed against your clit.

“You gonna cum, huh? Make a mess all over my cock? Come on, baby, taking it so fucking well.” Steve moaned above you, his thumb rubbing at your clit deliciously.

You couldn’t speak, nothing coherent anyway, a mixture of mumbled curses and moans of Steve’s name gasped out. You mustered a nod, a whimper of “Yeah, gonna cum. Need to cum, Steve.”

“Go on, baby,” Steve cooed, his hips stuttering now, chasing his own climax, “been such a good girl f’me, taking all of my cock. Want you to cum, can you do that for me?”

Back arching and head rolling back against the cushions, your body shook with pleasure, a white hot flash overcoming you. It stung, the pain of your pussy throbbing around Steve, the euphoria of your orgasm rolling through you.

“Oh, that’s it,” Steve hushed, fingers clutching at your plush thighs, “there you go, baby. That’s my girl.”

Steve could watch you cum all day if he could. The way your features contorted in pleasure, how your pussy clung to his cock sent shivers down his spine and straight to his length. It spurred him on, so to speak, to see how many times he could pull that out of you.

You knew now that you were in for a long night.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #kait<3 #requests #k.fic #stvharrngton1k

[readyforthegarden]

kait my beloved! i saw your prompts earlier and then forgot to send one, but allie's just reminded me, so i came here to request "peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them" with jakey pleaseeeee 🥰

we know he's a giggler as much as he tries to be serious all the time, and the thought of quiet little morning voice giggles almost just sent me to the hospital

okay i'm back with these prompts!!!! thank you for your patience pj my love!! i hope you enjoy!!

It had been a long week, and you were so ready to be home. Your mother had decided to put your childhood home up for sale, citing the lawn care and general maintenance was becoming to much for her to do alone as she got older. Instead, she had found a nice condo, where everything would be taken care of for her. You'd flown back to your home state to help her pack and clean out the house.

Your boyfriend, Jake, had wanted to go with you, however his own schedule had been full of studio time and rehearsals before he and his brothers went back on the road in a few weeks. You made do with facetiming almost every night, or talking on the phone. You were usually fine being without him for stretches of time. You had to be, knowing your work would keep you from joining him on tour a lot, and during album cycles he'd be busy. But there was something about the emotional time you were having, packing up memories from your childhood, or setting them out for a garage sale or into a donation box. It made you crave the comfort of your partner, the reassurance that even through the changes that were happening, he was going to be steadfast.

You hadn't told him you changed your flight to an earlier one. Jake was supposed to pick you up from the airport at one-thirty in the afternoon, but your mom had been settled into her condo for a few days, and there wasn't anymore reason for you to stay. You'd opted for an uber back to your home, the sun just starting to rise as you arrived. You were thankful the uber driver got out to help you get your bag out of the trunk, it being heavier with a few extras from your home.

Rolling it up to your front door, you fished your keys out of your bag and quietly unlocked it. There was a fifty/fifty chance that either Jake was still awake putzing around the house, or he was in bed, dead to the world. You had fallen asleep on the phone with him last night, listening to him talk about at restaurant Sam had taken him to, that he was exited to take you to try. But that didn't mean Jake had fallen asleep.

The house was quiet, still dim with just the early morning sun starting to creep in. You could hear the faint hum of your fan on upstairs, meaning Jake was indeed in bed. You left your suitcase and bags at the door after locking it again and kicking off your shoes, nearly tip-toeing across the foyer and making your way upstairs. Pushing open the door to your bedroom, you were hit with the cool air in there, the fan blowing on you as it swiveled. Jake was tangled up in the bedding, his dark hair splayed across the pillow. As you stepped closer, you saw his phone clutched in his hand, a sign he also fell asleep while on the phone with you, no doubt listening to your breathing on the other end of the line to fall asleep himself.

Softly, you climbed into the bed, smiling at your love and how serene he seemed while sleeping, his mouth parted slightly. Jake's round face was always something you found so sweet, so handsome. His cheeks were the perfect place to leave kisses, other than his lips. You couldn't help yourself, you'd missed him too much. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his cheek.

One turned into to two, and then suddenly you were raining soft kisses all over Jake's face, feeling him start to wake underneath you. As his body stretched, his chest rumbled with deep giggles, turning his face so you could get the side that had been resting on the pillow.

"Well good morning honey," he chuckled as his arms encircled you, rolling over so you were on top of him. You mumbled out a good morning reply between smooches, making sure to get every square millimeter of his face. Jake continued his laughter as you kept going. "I missed you too,"

"I'm sorry," you sat up, brushing the hair out of your face as you gazed down at him and caught your breath. "I just needed to kiss you, I missed you so bad." Jake raised a hand, sliding it under your hair and around the back of your neck, gently guiding you down for a sweet, slow kiss on the lips.

"You booked an earlier flight just to come home and shower me with affection?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips. You shrugged with a small nod.

"And what if I did?"

"I'd say that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." Jake smiled sleepily. "Now, why don't you change into your pajamas, crawl back into this bed, and cuddle with me until it's a decent hour to be awake?"

"That sounds perfect." you climbed off him, and moved to your dresser, taking off your plane clothes and changing into one of Jake's old t-shirts and a pair of your sleep shorts before crawling back into bed, snuggling up into Jake's side, catching up on some much needed sleep.

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #writing prompt blurb #jake gvf #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka fic #jake gvf fluff

[thefreakymunson]

Day 13 & 14 - Face Fucking and Threesome

taglist: @billybluboy @onehotgreasymechanic @resident-gay-bitch @jademunson @the-kaity-kait @vintageflow @anaisweird @crithitprincess @mandyjo8719 @loveofmoonandthunder @eddiesprincess86 @xcatnapsx @fuckmeupeds TW: Oral (m!receiving), steddie

You sat on your knees in front of them, looking up as Eddie and Steve shared a heated kiss. You squirmed uncomfortably, mouth open like the good girl you were. For them, you’d be whatever they wanted. Eddie felt you brush up against his thigh and he looked down at you, watching as you eyed their cocks that were a mere few inches from your face.

“Ya know, she’s got a pretty big mouth.” Eddie said as he quickly licked the taste of Steve’s kiss from his lips, “I think we can both fuck that pretty little face...what do you think?”

“I think she can definitely try,” Steve said as he stroked his own cock.

Eddie gripped the back of your head as he guided you closer, tapping the tip of his fat cock against your tongue. You watched as he gripped Steve’s cock as well, guiding it into your mouth along with his. You tried as best as you could, your lips stretched impossibly wide, as they both thrust their cocks into your wide mouth, the taste of their salty precum mixing on your tongue. You bobbed your head, your eyes fixated on them as they resumed their kissing, Eddie's fingers tightening its grip on your hair as their thrusts got rougher.

A few minutes of your gagging as you sucked them off to the best of your ability, taking them in as deep as you could. You looked a mess, your mouth and chin a dripping mess, but you heard Eddie's groans grow more impatient and you knew, from experience, he was close, as well as Steve judging by the way his hips were snapping into your mouth.

Muffled moans filled the room as your mouth was filled with cum from both of them, almost simultaneously, as they released as deep inside of your mouth as they both could.

#Eddie Munson Smut #Steve Harrington Smut #Steddie Smut #Kinktober #Steddie x you #Steddie x reader #kinktober #thefreakymunson #smut

[chiwithekiwi]

I'm infected with werewolf game brainrot and the game didn't give me any fun pre-canon content with the counselors not acting like complete strangers to one another, so here are some thoughts:

Ryan starts hosting secret weekly D&D oneshot/short campaign sessions with some of the campers. Kaitlyn is one of the recurring players and often helps Ryan plan out parts of the sessions, and Jacob even shows up as a surprise guest player a couple of times.

Abi accidentally starts creating impromptu drawing classes when some of the more artistic campers see her sketching and ask for tips or advice. It isn't uncommon to see her and a bunch of the kids gathered outside quietly drawing together.

Jacob frequently gets a bunch of the kids to play ball sports like soccer, rugby, football etc. and he always manages to drag Nick into playing too—always on the opposing team, of course, just to make the games fair.

Dylan is a secret confidante for some of the closeted campers, and it's rare to see him without a group of kids trailing after him everywhere he goes like a swarm of ducklings. He isn't supposed to, but he also lets them into the radio shack to hang out with him a lot.

Dylan did also start crushing on Ryan from their first interaction. No, he was not subtle at all about it. Yes, at least half of the campers knew and elected to stay quiet.

Kaitlyn and Emma are the girl-talk specialists of the camp, and essentially become the camp moms. Kait is always checking their stock on hygiene products, and Em generally keeps the peace between a lot of the campers when teen drama inevitably breaks out.

Emma is an influencer so I can only imagine that she has a small fanclub at the camp, and much like with Dylan, they follow her every move.

Once a month, when Chris Hackett leaves the counselors and campers to their own devices (taking Kaylee and Caleb with him to the Hackett estate so they can... y'know), the counselors will let the older campers play group games at night, like spotlight (hide 'n seek but with a flashlight), flashlight tag, etc. It's got heavily enforced boundaries but nothing ever goes wrong because the kids respect them and listen to them. The kids who don't want to/can't play are usually looked after by Dylan and Abi back at the cabins.

The counselors have their own game nights. Kaitlyn and Nick are constantly making everyone else bankrupt in Monopoly. Jacob, Emma, and Dylan are the ones to usually kick the board whenever Kait and Nick's competitiveness gets too intense. Ryan did it once, but he insisted that it was an accident (it wasn't).

Fact of the matter is: after 2 months of constant proximity to one another, these characters should have been better friends than they were shown to be. And no matter what, they would have done a damn good job as camp counselors!!

#the quarry #the quarry game #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick fucillo #abigail blyg #supermassive games #radioheads

[sacredthefran]

I’m submitting a soft Danny thought early. To preface, i woke up with Selena in my head and listened to her music all day.

So you’re on tour with the guys, maybe you have your own band and are opening, maybe you’re crew or a friend of a friend that’s visiting whatever you wanna fantasize. You have a lil crush and Danny and he has one on you too but it’s just friendly nothing serious has happened at all. You stop after a show at this little Mexican restaurant for a bite to eat and a few drinks, and they have a live band. All through dinner you watch people dance, and you want to go out there. Your friends/band mates/crew mates decline, the Kiszka’s decline, everyone citing there’s not enough tequila in them yet. It looks so fun and you desperately want to go and twirl around, shimmy your hips and be a part of it. You’re about to lean over and bug someone one more time, when you’re tapped on the shoulder. Danny is standing next to your chair, hand extended, and bends at the waist.

“I don’t know what I’m doing out there, but I wouldn’t mind dancing with you, if you still want to.” you don’t waste another second. You let him pull you from your chair and out to the dance floor as a new song starts, and you show him how to do a basic side to side and cross back. After a few minutes, he was a natural and took to spinning you on and out and around the floor as you grinned wildly, feeling so free as your hair whipped around your head and the lights shined in the curly headed man’s eyes. Soon others from your group filtered out to the floor, inspired by the bravery of you and Danny.

After a bit, the band slows down, playing a ballad. You expected Danny to part from you, going to the bar and getting a drink but instead he spun you back into him, suavely wrapping an around your waist, his large hand splayed against your back to hold you close and the other still clasping yours, beginning to sway you around to the beat.

“Thank you, Danny, so much.” you looked up at him through your lashes. He smiled down his nose at you, giving a small shrug.

“When a beautiful woman says she wants to dance, you dance with her.” You couldn’t help the blush that lit your cheeks on fire. “I’ve never danced that way before, it was fun trying something new.”

“It was!” you agreed. It was quiet between you two, the lilting, soft trumpet of the band weaving between you. Danny took a breath, as if he was going to say something else and then stopped himself. You prompted him asking what was on his mind.

“I was wondering…if I could try something else new..” he took a deep breath during his sentence, building up the courage to speak. You nodded and he leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose with yours before pressing his lips to yours. His hand on your back pressed you closer and yours on his shoulder moved to his neck, tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. When you finally parted, you both couldn’t help but grin at one another.

“We should dance together more often,” you hummed as he spun you out and back in. Danny smiled down at you again before kissing your forehead.

“I’ll dance with you anytime, anywhere.”

Kait. KaIT. KAIT. OH MY GOD (it’s like you knew Selena is one of my favorites) I come back on tumblr to this?????? How could you. I love it. Don’t stop

I LOVE THIS. SHOWING DANNY HOW TO DANCE???? I didn’t know this was something I needed to experience until now. He would be blushing the whole time when he trips over his own feet for the first couple of tries. Also looking at you for reassurance making sure that he was doing the moves correctly and he would just want to impress you so much 😩

THEN HIM BEING NERVOUS TO KISS YOU???? I can’t even think straight. Just imagining slow dancing with Danny under all the lights and him looking at you and then looking away cause of how nervous he is. THEN HIM FINALLY KISSING YOU????? I’m getting weak in the knees just thinking about it.

#kait 🧡 #I’m getting weak thinking about this. #I want this with Danny so bad #Fran’s soft Sunday 🥺 #but it’s Wednesday #happy wagner wednesday #Danny Wagner #greta van fleet #Danny gvf #danny wagner fluff

[mysticpagwen]

Welcome to an inner look at the machinations of my world building and some tips for dms

Hags

They are fucking fantastic

Easy to tease with disappearing children or a strange (polymorphed) kid or hag

If the party kill one, other members of the dead ones coven might try to avenge their brethren and hunt the party

A good intro to enemy spellcasters and craftier tactics

Show players the value of potions

Now this is assuming that the hags are enemies. They make fantastic friendly npcs whether as an eccentric shopkeeper or a quirky patron. They also have the fantastic utility of a hag eye. It’s a old withered eye they can see out of no matter where it is. This opens the door for espionage or finding who is watching you

In my world

I have 3 npc hags in the city where the pcs are. Kaithretoo the recluse, Molingret the onlooker, and Zaquatious the emboldened. They all work one way or another for a criminal organization called the crossroads

Molly runs store that attracts would be recruits for the crossroads. She sells various nefarious tools like poison and lock picks and keeps tabs on the buyers to see if they are worth it to recruit.

Kait is known as the queen of the underground and directs the crossroads members assignments when she’s not transforming political enemies into spiders

Zaq has managed to infiltrate the upper echelon of nobles after being recognized for her arcane prowess and becoming the reining leader of the crescent spire (an arcane research facility) when her superior went missing.

The amount of plot threads or missions just these three could lead to are incredible. Feel free to take them for your own world or just use them for inspiration

#dnd5e #dnd campaign #dnd #dm thoughts #dm tips #dm tools #dnd npc #dnd shenanigans

[emmamountebanks]

emma masterminding a plan to get dylan and ryan to just get tf together already bc shes TIRED.

obviously first one she turns to is kaitlyn. similar to the abi and nick campfire situation, they directly work together come up with something. they draw in laura and max, asking them for tips and what to look for since they're the only ones actually in a longterm stable relationship.

laura gives genuine tips, while max runs with it and ends up bouncing insane ideas back and forth with emma. kait and laura are just standing there like. yeah no we are not doing that.

jacob isn't much for advice but he's 100% down to be a hype man and get the ball rolling by being his lil jacob self. abi and nick are just along for the ride to see how it all plays out.

it's actually fairly successful. emma and max high-five as if they had any decent ideas, while laura and kaitlyn are just happy with the win and stay humble.

dylan and ryan were oblivious that the whole thing was planned out but kait comes clean with emma like "about damn time thank god this worked" "wait what"

#rylan #the quarry #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #radioheads #ryan x dylan #dylan x ryan

[katsu28]

congratulations kait!! this celebration is SO cute! i am gonna request ☕️ + “You look stupid as all hell right now.” + hangman !!! thank you loveyyyy

lola my dear my love thank you!!! love you <3

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.4k, slightly suggestive towards the end, join the celebration!

“Babe, do you know where the box of kitchen plates is?” 

It was something straight out of your dreams, finally moving in with the love of your life. You’d been dating Jake Seresin for two years and finally made that leap, the last of your boxes making their way to your new home safely today. There was a lot coming from your apartment and his, but everything would find its place here. 

You could’ve had nothing and still be just as happy, because you still had Jake, and that was really all you needed. 

Except for he wasn’t answering you right now, and you really wanted to find the plates. So you went looking for him, calling his name every few seconds until you reached your bedroom. You found him alright, you definitely weren’t prepared for the sight you were met with. 

He was wearing a sweater of yours, definitely way too small for his broad frame judging from the way it cut off above his belly button. It was tight in the shoulders too, and you’d be a bit more annoyed at him stretching it out if you weren't so in love with him. He was grinning guiltily at you, hands propped up on his hips as he stood in the middle of a pile of your clothes. 

“I was gonna put all your stuff in the closet for you so you didn’t have to.” He said sheepishly, gesturing vaguely at the mess around him. “...Surprise?” 

You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him, so big your cheeks ached. “You look stupid as all hell right now.” 

“I think you mean stupid handsome,” He scoffed, arching a brow at you. 

“No, I meant what I said. What made you think you could fit into that, honey?” You chided playfully, crossing the room to get a better look at him. It was an older sweater of yours, a bit frayed at the sleeves from how often you’d worn it over the years you’d had it, but still soft and even cozier now that it had been worn in. 

“You were wearin’ this sweater the first time we met, d’you remember?” 

Of course you remembered. You remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it had been almost three years ago. 

You were grabbing a little pick me up before work at your usual coffee place one morning, and you spotted it on the pickup counter, the same thing you always got. Another hand reached for the plastic cup at the same time, long fingers curling around yours for a moment before jerking back like they’d been burned. 

The problem was, your gut instinct was to retreat as well, leaving the cup of coffee to tip over on the counter. The lid popped off, and suddenly your sleeve was cold and wet and smelled like…well, coffee.

“Shit!” You hissed, shaking it out as best you could. “What the hell?” 

“Oh fuck—” You looked up, and the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on was staring right back at you, blond hair swept up and out of his face, pretty green eyes widened in something akin to horror. “I am so sorry, I thought it was mine, I didn’t—are you alright?”

You should’ve been angry—or annoyed at the very least, because now your favorite sweater was stained and you’d probably never be able to get it out—but you weren’t. All you could think about other than your sopping wet sleeve was that his guy was clearly concerned about you. 

Maybe he took your silence as a not-so-great one, because he forced out a chuckle. “On the bright side, at least it was iced coffee.” He was trying to make light of the situation as he grabbed a wad of napkins from the dispenser, thrusting it out towards you clumsily. You thought it was actually kind of cute. 

An amused laugh bubbled out of you, and you shrugged, nodding. “There’s the silver lining.” 

“I’m Hangman—Jake, I mean. My name’s Jake. Seresin. Hangman’s my callsign, s’force of habit.” 

“Callsign? You Air Force or something?” 

“Navy, actually, and I’ll try not to be too offended by that.” 

“Air Force, Navy—aren’t they pretty much the same?” 

“Okay, ouch.” Jake faux winced, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again to see you were just messing with him. Then he smiled, shaking his head. “Maybe I could buy you another coffee, make up for the one that spilled? We could talk. I could tell you the difference between the two.” 

“Why not make it up now? We’re both still here.” You were taking a bolder approach than you usually did when it came to people you found attractive, but something had come over you with Jake. Even though he was a complete and total stranger, you felt surprisingly at ease with him.

Jake perked up at that, lips curving into a smile, but then he checked his watch. He grimaced. “I’m actually late for work right now, I’m so—can we raincheck? I promise I’m not tryin’ to get out of anythin’, my captain’ll have my behind if I’m not on the tarmac ready to go in ten.” 

“Ten minutes? Well what the hell are you still doing here? Go!” 

He grinned at you one more time before moving to hurry out the door, but didn’t get more than a few feet away when he skidded to a stop, turning on his heel to face you again. “Wait, I didn’t get your name!” 

“Guess you’ll just have to meet me back here again. Saturday, noon. Don’t be late.” You winked at him and he gave you a mock salute before dashing out the door, leaving you thinking about him the rest of the day, and until you had the privilege of seeing him next. 

It took Jake almost a year to ask you out after you met up that Saturday, wallowing in what he thought was the friend zone for the longest time until the two of you managed to get your heads out of your asses and see what you were missing. And it was actually you who told him you liked him first, murmuring it in his ear at a summer bonfire with your friends, but it was him who kissed you first—right after you told him you liked him. 

“Yeah, I remember.” You said softly, fingers trailing down the sleeve to the faint brown stain in the soft wool where the coffee had spilled. Jake’s arms slid around you, though a little stiffly given his constraints. “Look at us now.” 

“Look at us indeed. Havin’ our own place, putin’ down roots. Seems pretty crazy, doesn’t it?” He murmured, giving your waist a loving squeeze. You did the same around his shoulders, tilting your chin up for a kiss that Jake gladly gave you. 

Jake always kissed you like he did everything in life—confidently and well. They still had you reeling in the moments after even now, even though he’d kissed you about a thousand times in the time you’d been together—probably more. 

This one was no different, but something about it felt sweeter. Like he was less worried about winning, because he’d already won it all. Because he had you, because you had a home together. Because now you could start the rest of your lives with each other in this home. You could almost hear him saying something about having the best prize of them all. 

“Now take off my sweater. Your big man shoulders are stretching it out.” You said, patting him firmly on the chest a few times. 

Jake gasped, slapping an appalled hand over his chest. “Is this your way of tryin’ to get me out of my clothes? In the middle of the day? You tease!”  

“We’ve still got a whole house to unpack, so no, I’m not trying to get you out of anything. Except my sweater, so if you would be so kind?” 

“You could at least pretend to want me once in a while, y’know.” He sighed dramatically, letting his head hang. That was Jake, ever the drama queen out of the two of you. 

You lifted his chin with two fingers, fixing him to the spot with a look. “I’m sorry, was this morning not enough for you? What was it—one, two, three—” 

“Okay, okay, fine! You were yellin’ somethin’ about kitchen plates earlier? Let’s get the damn thing done so we can have more time for this morning’s activities.” 

“I swear, that’s all your dude brain thinks about—take off my sweater, damnit!” 

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#kait's 2k! #hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin fluff #jake seresin fluff #hangman seresin fic #jake seresin fic #hangman seresin one shot #hangman seresin imagine

[glyrics]

Composing the Future (悔やむと書いてミライ) (Kuyamu to Kaite Mirai) (Original Fan Translated Lyrics)

If you stab me with all your might

That’d be nice, yeah that’d be nice

If you stab me with a weird question

That’d be nice, yeah that’d be nice

I’ll throw it in the trash someday

A life hidden in my sleeves

I couldn't burn it down and turn it into ashes

I want to die, I want to disappear

I have no expectations for this kind of life

That's why I'm haunted by dreams of my fears

A world that bloomed in the blocked past

It's like an invisible wound that can't be healed

I'm sure it won't even get a scab

I knew ah-ah

Write down that you regret it

Pretending to live and dying

Live or life

Then why are we in this world?

With such an unfinished body

I still have a heart

I'm sure it's the rain and dew that was taken away

I tried to make the flowers bloom, right?

Aren't you sowing on soil where there's no seed?

That's why I gave up and threw it away.

Love is like an epidemic in this world

thinner than the tip of a knife that stabbed me

The shallow love of friends

I don't know, I don't want to know

There's no meaning beyond words anyway

I knew ah-ah

Write down that you regret it.

Burn enough candles for to sink in

Desperately trying not to erase it

Just an inch ahead, slightly illuminated

Who fell in the hole?

That's life, it's the life we ​​got

Ah, the very fact that I was born

Was it a mistake?

I want to die, I want to disappear

I have no expectations for this kind of life

That's why I'm haunted by dreams of my fears

A world that bloomed in the blocked past

It's like an invisible wound that can't be healed

I'm sure it won't even get a scab

I knew ah-ah

Write down that you regret it.

Write down that you regret it, your future

I want to disappear I want to disappear

I told you so many times

I have regrets that I can't even dream of.

Original composition: Mafumafu

Original Lyrics: Mafumafu

#music #lyrics #lyric #song #vocaloid #vocaloid music #hatsune miku #25:00 at nightcord #nightcord #nightcord at 25:00 #project sekai colorful stage #hatsune miku: colorful stage #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #english lyrics #fan english translation lyrics #fan translation

[kaitfysh]

Pastel skies//

This body has given me ease to get low to the ground and lay on the earth. And the colors of the sky calm my mind while the stir in my legs pushes me forward and backwards.

I cannot rest. There is a shine in my eyes. The soft currents of the present like pastels in a painting. There are delicate pinks and lavender blues, the yellow a soft golden tint.

I inhale the colors of my vibrant life. The red of my scarf and the green of the leaves poking between my toes. The pink of her skin, the brown of his, we sweat through the pores we all have as part of our skin.

I tipped the peak over and now the bottom is the top. And I am in the middle wondering if I should go down where I have not yet explored. Or should I go back up?

-Kait Fysh

#poetry #my poem #poet #short poem #write #writing #original content

[marshmallowprotection]

Happy pride month Kait! Can I get something super duper extra gay with fem!unknown?

Lady Unknown doesn’t have a lot of patience for other people. She's never had people in her life that have gotten on her nerves the way that you do now. 

It's different from the way that she gets annoyed with those that have gone against her trust. It's a feeling of knowing that you're the kind of person that eats away at the back of her psyche because no matter what she does, she cannot figure you out. You’re like a puzzle that’s missing a few pieces. She wants to get to the box, the source, and find out where you’re hiding things. 

It takes a little bit of pressing and pulling but she’s determined. She has to get to know everything about her assistant, after all. How can you work together if she isn’t able to know what makes you tick... no, tremble? 

She has goals and she’s determined to ensure that you know what they are and understand what those goals mean. When she wins and gains her victory over the liars and traitors who abandoned her, she knows that she’ll take you as a prize and do whatever she pleases going forward. 

All those future days... filled to the brim with breaking you down and building you back up. It makes her shiver in excitement. 

That’s why she finds pleasure in pinning your back against her desk. You could tip over and crash if she wanted to shove you, but she doesn’t. She pushes you back against the metal, your hips sliding against the surface as her hands cage you into her body. Her warm breath tickles against your ear as you sit there by her power and wait for her to do as she pleases.

You’re a good assistant, she’d claim whenever you obeyed, and by God, you wanted to obey. 

Her lips brushed against the crook of your throat, teeth grating against the skin, not enough to break the surface, just enough to let you know that she could if it became something she wanted. You had to control yourself, not leaning forward into her arms, knowing that she’d laugh if you did. She would make you pay for it, too. You were at her mercy and frankly, you wanted to be in it. You wanted to hers and no matter how bad that sounded, you wanted it. 

“That’s my assistant,” her voice purred. You trembled underneath her with both want and desire. She pushed your legs to either side of your body and found a space between them, doing nothing but making you want more. She’d make you beg, though, and you knew it was coming. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want and maybe... just maybe... I’ll give you what you want.” 

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[readyforthegarden]

kait i saw doing their makeup for them on the prompt list and you already know i thought about our sweet sammy

Beth my beautiful beloved, you KNOW I am all about this with Sammy lala!

You weren’t sure how long you were staring at your phone, sitting at your makeshift vanity in the living room. Your mirror was sat atop a few books on the coffee table, the contents of your makeup case spread all around you and on the table. A fine tipped brush was in your hand, awaiting use as you watched the makeup influencer on tiktok demonstrate how they did the graphic liner you were so hoping to perfectly copy.

"Hey baby, what are you doin'?" you barely glanced up at Sam as he entered the room, your hand now poised by your eyelid, beginning to draw the image you saw on your phone.

"Just trying out this new makeup trend, it looks cute." you replied slowly, as if saying the words too fast would break your concentration. It was no use anyway, your hand was a little too shaky for the ultra smooth line you wanted to recreate. "Shit,"

Sam came over, leaning over to see what you were trying to do.

"That looks really cool," he smiled. "That would be nice for my stage makeup." you pulled the liner brush away from your face and glanced up at Sam, before back at the influencer on your screen.

"It really would." you agreed. "Do you want me to try it out on you?" Sam looked down at you with a small, blushing smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded, patting the floor next to you. "I can't promise it'll look good," you pointed to your own squiggly line. "but we can get the idea." Sam moved to your other side, sitting down and pulling his hair back and out of his face, securing it in a low bun at the nape of his neck.

You dipped your brush back into the gel liner pot you were working with and tapped the pause button on the video, watching it again to really get the technique down. Taking Sam's chin in your hand gently, you tilted his face up slightly bringing the tip of the brush to his eyelid.

Once again, your hand just wasn't steady enough, and your line ended up squiggly.

"Dammit," you huffed, taking a makeup wipe from the package on the table and gently swiping the line away. "I know practice makes perfect but I cannot get these lines nice."

"I can show you a trick I saw on tour," Sam offered. "Jenn did it when she did my makeup, and it seemed to help."

"Sure, why not." you felt defeated, waiting for him to tell you the trick. Instead, he slid the brush from your hand, and the makeup wipe, taking the uneven line from your eyelid and waving his hand to dry it quickly.

"Okay, so she would take my face like you did," Sam reached out his free hand, gently cupping your chin and turning your face slightly. "And then she would put her pinky on my face like this," the pad of Sam's pinky finger rested gently on your temple. "then she would just," the brush in Sam's hand glided over your eyelid smoothly. Sam adjusted his hand and flicked out the end. He let go of your face and picked up your mirror. His line was so even and smooth, you were amazed.

"Sam, that's really good!" Sam shrugged at the compliment.

"You use your pinky as an anchor and it helps steady your hand. Try on me." he handed you back the brush and closed his eyes, presenting his face to you like a canvas. You gathered more color on your brush, and took his chin in your hand again. This time, you followed his example, using your pinky as an anchor against his temple, and slowly dragged the brush across his eyelid. This time, the line was near perfect, you almost ruined it in your excitement. You moved to do his other eye, and that one was a little more difficult but still turned out well.

"Can I finish the look on you?" you asked him softly. Sam hummed a yes, and you cleaned off your brush, going for the other color in the look, and using the tip he shared again, this time following the curve of his eye socket. It wasn't as nice as the first line, but it was better than anything you'd done before.

Sam was patient as ever with you, encouraging you as you had to clean up the lines here and there, or the colors weren't working the way you hoped. Even though you were focused, you couldn’t help but relish being this close to Sam. Yes you were partners and close in more than enough ways, but there was such a softness of being able to look at him so up close for the first time in an long time. Some freckles had popped up on his nose and cheeks from days on the river near your home, and being out in the garden with Rose. It was easy to lose yourself in Sam’s beauty, discovering new things you may have taken for granted in day to day living with him.

"Do you want to add a few rhinestones?' Sam asked, opening his eyes slightly.

"Sure, why not," you reached over and grabbed your little case of stones. You didn't use them much yourself, but kept them around for fun every so often. You picked out coordinating colors to the eyeliner, and began to wing a design along his under eye and cheeks. You had found thin, longer gems, and were able to make a few patterns that looked like starbursts around his eyes, making them look like they were sparkling more than they already did.

“Okay, tell me what you think,” you picked up your mirror and turned it around, showing Sam your work. He moved his head around, catching glints of sunlight in the rhinestones.

“Baby I love this,” Sam looked at you over the mirror and grinned. “Imagine this with my suit,” Sam reached back, tugging his hair from the bun and shook it out, letting it fall over his shoulders again. He tossed you a sultry look that he would do on stage, making you laugh.

“I think it would be amazing with your suit and harness.” you agreed softly. Sam pulled the mirror from your hands and scooted forward, picking up the fine tipped brush and cleaning it off before going back to the original gel liner pot. “What are you doing?”

“I want us to match,” Sam replied simply. He took his time, making sure the lines were as precise as he could get them. You held in a giggle at his concentration, his tongue gently poking out from between lips. He was gentle with his movements, ever the artist’s hands, he knew just how to apply pressure where it was needed for bolder looks. He smiled to himself when he moved onto the rhinestones, still doing starbursts like his but placing them differently. “There, want to see?”

As you nodded, Sam handed you the mirror, and you smiled when you saw your reflection. Sam had done more than just the identical graphic liner. He’d managed to place a few hearts around your lids in the design, accompanying them with the rhinestones.

“Bursting with love,” Sam murmured as he gazed at you taking in your appearance. “Just like you.”

“Sam,” you dropped the mirror, closing the small space between you two and pressing your lips to his. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you too,” Sam murmured into the kiss. “Now, let’s go find some fancy clothes to match and have a night on the town in our new look, what do you say?”

“Absolutely!”

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