#shitty feeling and then he tried to pretend it was a okay and normal when it’s not and i know he’s just gonna double down in an e-mail tomo

[robertsbarbie]

me offloading my work email app for the weekend all cause my boss is mad at me and i’m mad at him

#self care #i’ll still send emails on my laptop #but i refuse to let the anxiety of receiving emails and being ON and available when i’m mad at my boss #and i think the whole situation is upsetting because it was just handled unprofessionally and in such an embarrassing way and was just a #shitty feeling and then he tried to pretend it was a okay and normal when it’s not and i know he’s just gonna double down in an e-mail tomo #*tomorrow #like this man has literally at least temporarily lost my trust and drive at least for the weekend and we will see how next week goes #eris: text

[lovebugism]

Okay soooooooo

How bout something like King Steve picking on shy!reader, then later finding out she has a shitty home life plz

ty for requesting!! this can be read as a prequel to this fic — steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, cw for brief mentions of abuse, 1.8k)

Sitting alone at the Hellfire table, you feel a little like fishbait. 

Your spot in the very back of the cafeteria is normally full and loud — with Dustin’s bickering, and Eddie’s laughing, and Gareth’s stupid jokes — but they’re not here now. They’re off getting their trays while you sit in wait for them (and the cold fries you’ll ultimately steal from Eddie’s plate). It leaves you perfect prey for circling sharks.

You hear laughter from behind you, over the sounds of the bustling lunch room. You’re certain they’re laughing at you — ‘cause you always think someone’s laughing at you — but you try hard to ignore it. You disregard the subtle pang of anxiety in your chest and stick your nose in your book, eyes flitting across the words without reading any of them.

Someone flumps down at your side then, where Mike usually sits. The overwhelming scent of spiced cologne stings your nostrils. With watering eyes, you look beside you. At Tommy fucking Hagan.

“Hey, Wallflower,” he greets like it’s normal — like he hasn’t spent the past four years pretending you don’t exist. You think he only calls you Wallflower now because his friends have been doing it for so long they don’t remember your real name.

The boy props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his fist, trying hard to hide his boyish beam and accompanying laughter. He fails.

You cower at his presence, all but shrinking into yourself. “…Hi?” you reply in a tiny voice.

“How’s it hangin’?”

“...Fine?”

“That’s great!” he answers instantly, like he hadn’t heard you at all. “You see, my friend Steve, over there— you know him, right?”

You don’t bother to look where he’s pointing. Of course, you know Steve The Hair Harrington. You don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins who doesn’t.

You nod in response.

Tommy’s smile widens. “Well, he’s got this massive crush on you,” he confesses, choking back a laugh halfway through. “I mean, he talks about you all the time.”

You know he’s lying. And not just because he’s grinning so hard that his eyes are crinkled and his freckled cheeks are turning pink. You’re almost certain Steve Harrington doesn’t even know who you are. He never had a reason to. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever stoop so low to know someone like you?

You glance at him over your shoulder, a couple tables down from you. He’s almost magnetically pretty. You couldn’t ignore him if you tried — with his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his pretty smile. His golden cheeks flush as all his friends start poking fun at him. 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs a laugh you can tell is forced from here. He doesn’t think any of this is funny. You can see it on his face. But he isn’t trying to stop it all from happening. You’re just collateral damage, really.

You turn back to Tommy with a disbelieving look in your eye.

He continues to ramble despite it. “He was just a little nervous coming up to you, that’s all. So I thought I’d do him a favor and slip you his number. You know, as his wingman and all.” He tosses a folded-up index card onto the pages of your opened book. “You should call him tonight— It’ll make his day, I swear.”

He pats you a little too hard on the back before he goes. His laugh echoes over all the rest when he sits back down at his table. You watch them over your shoulder as they fall over themselves to crack jokes about you. 

Steve’s the only one not smiling. “Not cool, Tommy,” he mouths.

—————

Locker 148. The one right across from yours. Property of Steve The Hair Harrington. 

You shove the thick card with his number written on it between the slits in the metal. You’d carried it around all day, utterly unsure of what to do with it. You decided ultimately to return it, figuring he might feel a little better if a total stranger didn’t have his phone number.

You struggle to slide it through the thin gap, though. The paper gets caught halfway through, and you try to yank it back out again. The old locker moves with you, like it’s not completely shut but still somehow latched. 

You’re so in your own head you don’t hear the gymnasium door down the hall squeal open and shut again. Steve pants heavily and tries to recover from a ruthless basketball practice. He hunts for a water fountain and finds you instead.

“What are you doing?” he calls as he nears you, not malicious or unkind but genuinely curious.

Your heart lurches into your throat as you all but jump out of your skin.

Steve laughs, a pretty sound in the silent hallway. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you assure with an averted gaze, though your frightened demeanor says otherwise. “I was just— I was trying to give you this.”

You hold the paper out towards him. He takes it with hesitant hands. “What is it?”

“Your number. Tommy gave it to me earlier, and I know it was just a stupid joke, so I… I thought you’d feel more comfortable if I gave it back to you.”

Something in Steve’s chest aches. He doesn’t understand why you would care about what might make him comfortable. It’s not like he ever gave you the time of day — or ever tried to stop his friends from being total assholes. As far as he’s concerned, you’re the last person who should give a shit about him.

“Oh. Right— Yeah… Thanks,” he stammers and shoves the thing into his pocket. “And I’m— I’m sorry about Tommy and everything. He can be a real douchebag sometimes. I didn’t… I didn’t tell him to bother you or anything—”

“I know,” you assure in a mousy voice. “Tommy gave me your number hoping I’d be dumb enough to call while your friends were over so you could all… laugh at me? I guess. He could’ve been a little more original, honestly.”

Steve cracks a smile. He almost laughs, but he can’t tell if you’re joking or not.

“I’ll talk to him later. Tell him to leave you alone—” He rambles and walks closer to you. You watch him with tentative eyes as he approaches. “—He’s a total dumbass sometimes, but he usually means well. Most of the time, anyway—”

Steve raises his hand suddenly. And, because you’re frightened by everything little thing, you flinch and stumble over yourself in the process. The lockers catch your fall, and you hit the back of your head. Hard.

“Shit— Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you squeak, holding the crown of your hair and squinting as your skull pounds.

Steve rushes to your side, then idles just ahead of you because he doesn’t know if you want him touching you. His brows pinch, chiseled features swimming with concern. His cinnamon eyes glitter with it, too. “I wasn’t trying to scare you—”

“It’s okay.”

“—My locker was just jammed. I was going to shut it.”

The metal door is open now, from where it wasn’t shut all the way and where you just smacked your head on it.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you assure in a tight voice, trying hard to ignore the sharp throbbing. “It’s fine. I’m fine—”

“You’re hurt.”

“It’ll go away—”

“Let me get you an icepack.”

“—I’ll be fine once I get home.”

Steve, feeling purely at fault and aching at how effortlessly you shrug him off, decides to approach you fully. He curls a warm hand around the outside of your elbow. A touch surprisingly gentle. “No. C’mon. Let me help.”

You don’t feel much like you’re in any position to fight him about it. Not with the world still swaying under your feet. 

Steve guides you the short distance to the empty cafeteria. Slow and kind and dreadfully patient. He sits you down, makes sure you’re still okay, and then rushes to fix you a makeshift icepack — a ziplock bag filled to the brim with chipped ice.

He sits at the chair beside yours, slightly askew so his knees bump your thighs. He holds the pack to the crown of your head and gazes at you attentively. You’re not looking back at him to see it.

“Does it still hurt?”

You shrug, eyes flitted to the wringing hands in your lap. “It’s fine. It just feels a little like I have a migraine.”

Steve winces. “I’m sorry.”

Your doe eyes peek at him from beneath your lashes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I scared you.”

“Everything scares me.”

It’s a dumb joke. You mean it, but you still expect him to laugh about it. He doesn’t even crack a smile, though. He just keeps looking at you with that puppy-like twist to his features. The worry is evident in his face. 

“Do you wanna, like, talk about it or something?”

“About what?”

“Why you flinched.”

You freeze, breath hitching in your throat. No one’s ever noticed your incessant panic — outside of making jokes about it anyway. No one’s cared enough to ask about it, either. Steve Harrington is the last person you expected any kind of concern from.

You shake your head after a few long moments. “No.”

“You could,” Steve assures, suddenly shy. You didn’t know he could be anything other than totally full of himself. “You know, if you wanted to. I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t tell anyone—”

You scoff a disbelieving laugh.

Steve’s features swirl with hurt. You hate that it makes your chest ache. You hate most that he hasn’t stopped being soft with you. The hand holding the pack to your head hasn’t yet wavered, even though you know his arm must be tired now.

“I wouldn’t. ‘Cause I— I know what it’s like to… to have a bad home life or whatever,” he confesses, stammering hopelessly. He forces a laugh at himself. “Probably more than most people do, honestly.”

His admission takes you by surprise. It comforts you in a way you didn’t think someone like him could. 

Even still, you shake your head. “I— I can’t—” you murmur, clearing your throat when the words get stuck there. “I can’t talk about it…”

Steve nods, firm and reassuring. “That’s okay. You don’t have to, I was just… I was just saying, you know? I get it.”

You swallow through a tight throat, nodding wordlessly in response.

“Plus, you know, you have my number and everything… If you ever wanted to talk…”

You flash him a timid look and crack a quiet smile. “I gave it back to you, remember?”

“I’ll write it down for you again,” he promises with a shrug and a lopsided grin. It’s easier to ignore his aching arm and the ice stinging his palm when he’s looking at you. “For real this time.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

❤️

Summary; You're feeling a little bit shitty and being sick always makes you clingy, Eddie snaps at you while he's planning Hellfire not realising the reason why you're so clingy.

Warnings; Kinda mean Eddie, then soft Eddie, fluff, the reader is sick (headache), minors dni

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work 💕

❤️

Since you woke up this morning you had been feeling out of sorts, a pounding headache made you feel nauseated and it made you crave cuddles from your boyfriend Eddie.

When you were sick you always wanted cuddles, more affection.

Eddie was planning a massive campaign for Hellfire and normally you would never bother him during this time but you were feeling like shit and you just wanted Eddie to hold you for a little while.

Even though he had graduated now he still loved doing the campaign with his friends and you loved to join them sometimes, whether it was Eddie teaching you how to play or joining in on the campaign.

When you go to the drama club he's deep in planning for the campaign, scribbling notes and making sure everything is set up perfect.

"Eddie?" he briefly looks up and smiles.

"Hey princess" You kiss his cheek and cuddle into him. He stops what he's doing for a second, presses a kiss to your lips then manoeuvres around you to continue planning out the campaign.

"How's the planning going?" he nods barely taking his eyes off the notes he's wrote.

"Fine" you whine as he moves and you just want five minutes with him and walk up to him nuzzling into his chest.

You tug on his shirt and frustration gives way on his features.

"Jesus H Christ! The guys will be here any minute and I have so much to do. What is it?" he snaps and you wince at his annoyed tone as move away.

"You know what, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you" you reply hurt and he pauses, his irritation wavering.

"Princess, this is my big campaign it's important" The rest of Hellfire come in and you fake a smile, feeling even more shitty that Eddie snapped at you.

"I'll see you later Eddie, have a good campaign okay?" you smile at the guys then rush out before Eddie can call you back.

❤️

The campaign was a massive success, he had spent a lot of time on it and he was pleased everything went so well.

However, all through Hellfire, he felt guilty that he snapped at you, the way you tried to hide how upset you were caused his heart to ache.

The truth was he was still getting used to being with someone this long, he only really had hook ups and brief relationships.

Nobody really caught his eye until you came along, no one made him want to commit to something...more until you came along.

He loved you so much and it scared the shit out of him at first at how deeply he loved you, he was less scared now but he was still navigating having a busy love life with his social life.

Before you all that took up his time was Hellfire and band practice but now he was getting used to having an amazing partner who now took up a pretty large part of his thoughts.

You rarely ever bothered him during the later stages of planning a campaign, except when he taught you how to play when you expressed interest in attending a few meetings.

Something must be bothering you and he curses himself that he doesn't know what's wrong. He didn't even give you a chance to explain.

The boys and Erica loved you as well and Erica was very vocal about the fact that he had messed up.

Unbelievable. He was told off by an eleven-year-old.

He's anxious to speak to you now and hopes you went back to his trailer as per the usual after Hellfire night.

💕

When Eddie gets home, Uncle Wayne is waiting for him.

"Hey, Wayne. Is Princess here?" Wayne nods.

"You know your girl is sick son, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to pretend she isn't but I ain't falling for it" he freezes.

You were sick? Shit! he immediately hurries into his room and finds you fast asleep on his bed.

Very gently he settles down on the bed and your eyes flutter open.

"Eddie. How was the campaign?" he gets into bed with you and holds you close.

"It was great sweetheart, you could have stuck around" you sigh and shake your head.

"Didn't want to bother you" he feels his heart clench painfully.

"Babe..."

"You were planning Hellfire, you were already grumpy" he winces remembering his response to you wanting to cuddle.

"I was a big douchebag, a complete butthead sweetheart. Yeah, the campaigns important but you're my girl and much much more important to me"

He kisses your forehead.

"We've only been dating for a few months and it's not an excuse it's just Hellfire used to be the most important part of my life, and now you are but I still love Hellfire and sometimes I get lost in my own head about it"

This softens you a little bit and you snuggle deeper into him.

"Eddie, I never ever want you to apologise for what you love. It's so lovely seeing you get excited about Hellfire. I love that, I just needed some extra Eddie cuddles that's all, was feeling shitty"

He nods and rests his chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, Wayne told me you're sick. You're also very stubborn. However, Doctor Munson's orders are bedrest, cuddles and lots of soup"

You peer up at him and pout adorably.

"Kisses too?" he grins, feeling his heart melt at that pout. Fuck, if his friends could see the big bad Dungeon Master reduced to a puddle over a pout.

"Yes, Princess and my famous hot chocolate" you beam.

"Before all that tell me a little more about the campaign. I want to hear about it?" he settles down and chats to you excitedly, ready for a night with his girl.

💕

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #mean eddie #Kinda #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n

[goldengalore]

Neglected

A househusband!Harry fic.

Summary: Harry has been feeling neglected and unappreciated by Y/N, and she doesn’t realize it.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: angst, smut (sub!harry, soft dom!reader)

A/N: I woke up at 4am one morning with the urge to write this. Also listened to Tolerate It by Taylor Swift for more inspo!

***

In all the years that Harry has been married to Y/N, he has never felt neglected by her. Sure, there have been instances where her schedule became too hectic for them to spend much time together, but even then, her love and appreciation for him could be felt through her actions.

Lately though, that hasn’t been the case.

Work has been stressing her out, he can discern that much. And while she has never been one to let work stress affect her personal relationships, this past week has brought out a different side to her. A side that makes him feel small and invisible.

When she comes home, it’s like she wants nothing to do with him. She heads straight upstairs, telling him she’ll be down for dinner later. During dinner, she’ll ask their daughter, Savannah, about her day but won’t ask him. After dinner, she’ll go back upstairs without acknowledging whether the food was good or not, even when he cooks her favourite dishes. He’ll wash up in the kitchen and go up to their bedroom to find her already asleep on her side of the bed—or pretending to be asleep, it seems at times. If he tries to cuddle up to her, she’ll shrug him off and shift further towards the edge of the bed with her back to him.

He’s beginning to wonder if he unwittingly did something to upset her. Or maybe it’s all in his head. Maybe he should just suck it up. Surely, this won’t last forever and she’ll be back to her normal self soon enough…

It’s Friday now. He hopes that with the weekend on the horizon, Y/N will be in a much better mood when she gets home.

“Hi, lovie,” he greets her when she walks in through the door. “How was your day?”

She releases a heavy sigh as she slips off her heels. “Shitty, but at least it’s over, right?”

“Sorry to hear that.” He attempts to give her a hug, but it doesn’t last longer than a second before she pulls away with a tight smile.

She heads to the kitchen, dropping her bag and keys by the stairs along the way. He follows her like a lost puppy. Grabbing herself a glass of water, she collapses onto one of the dining chairs and chugs it down.

At least she didn’t go straight upstairs today, he thinks to himself, grasping for a silver lining.

She rolls her neck from side to side and rubs the back of her shoulder, wincing a bit. Harry moves to stand behind her. Shifting her hair over to one side, he starts massaging her neck and shoulders. He holds his breath, expecting her to brush him off, but instead, she reclines in her seat while he carefully presses his thumbs into the nape of her neck.

“Work has been such a pain lately,” she admits.

“I know. Could tell you’ve been stressed out.”

“It’s this new boss. She’s impossible to work with. She puts unreasonable deadlines on everything, expecting us to finish these huge, complicated tasks within days. Then, when people like me try to speak up about it, she’ll publicly shame us in front of the whole office and pile on even more work so that— Ow! Okay, H, you’re pressing too hard.” She reaches behind her to push his hands away.

“Oops. Sorry, love.” Fuck. She was finally opening up to him about why she’s been acting so cold, finally giving him more than just one-word responses or vague explanations, and he ruined it.

“It’s fine. I’m going to go take a shower.” She stands up.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing her hand.

She turns to him with a look of mild annoyance.

“Um, wh—why don’t I run you a hot bath?”

“Sure. Not too hot though, okay? I’d like to not burn my skin off.”

He chuckles at the comment, pretending that it didn’t sting a little. “Yeah, of course.”

He runs the bath and checks the temperature of the water multiple times while Y/N undresses in their bedroom. He’s about to check for a fourth time when she enters the bathroom in her white robe, which she hangs up on the wall hook. She settles into the tub and closes her eyes. Meanwhile, Harry watches from the doorway, wishing he could get in there with her and be close to her.

“Do you want me to stay?” he offers tentatively. “We can talk more about the stuff you’ve been dealing with at work.”

“Ugh, no, I don’t even want to think about work.”

“Oh. Well, we can chat about something else to get your mind off—”

“I’m not really in the mood to talk.” She opens her eyes briefly to look at him. “I’ll be down for dinner later, okay?”

Translation: Don’t bother me until dinner.

With a hollowness in his chest, he shuts the bathroom door and returns downstairs to the kitchen.

***

“Daaaaad?” Savannah calls to her father from the dining table, where she has decided to do her homework tonight.

“Yeeeees?”

“Can you help me with my homework?”

“Be right there.” He turns down the heat on the stove before walking over to his daughter, leaning over her to take a look at what she’s working on. Math. His worst enemy.

“I don’t understand this question,” she says, pointing to a lengthy word problem on the page with several multiple choice options.

He reads and rereads it a few times before attempting to solve it in his head. It seems easy enough… Until he realizes that the answer he came up with isn’t even one of the options. He asks Savannah how her teacher taught her to approach questions like this, and her explanation only confuses him even more. Math was tough when he was in school, but the way they teach it nowadays boggles his mind.

“I’ll go see if your mum can help.”

He heads upstairs to check if Y/N is done with her bath and finds her sitting at the foot of their bed in her robe, brushing her hair. The sun is setting outside. Its warm, amber glow spills through the curtains and falls across one side of Y/N’s face, casting a shadow on the other. She looks ethereal in this light, like a goddess, and he feels unworthy of her presence.

“Babe? Savannah needs help with her maths homework,” he tells her.

“Can’t you handle it?”

“I mean, I’m trying, but we both know how useless I am at maths,” he answers with a smirk, but she doesn’t even crack a smile.

“Harry, it’s grade school math, not rocket science.”

His face drops. “Well, yeah, but I— Never mind. I’ll figure it out.” He turns to leave but pauses in the doorway, turning back around to face her. “Y/N, are you… Are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”

He instantly regrets asking. Y/N closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“No, H, I just need some time alone,” she states slowly. “Like, is that too much to ask? I can’t even have a second alone without you getting clingy and thinking I’m mad at you? It’s exhausting.”

His heart cracks for what feels like the millionth time that night. Clingy. His wife thinks he’s clingy. It’s not the first time he has been called that word. But it is the first time he has been called that word by her. And God, does it hurt like a dagger slicing through his chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before leaving.

He tries his best to help Savannah with the question, ultimately resorting to Google where he finds the solution posted on some forum a few years ago.

“Daddy, are you okay?” asks Savannah once her homework has been sorted.

He raises a brow at the odd, adult-like concern in his daughter’s voice. “Yes. Why?”

“You look sad.”

He forces a smile. “I’m not sad. There’s nothing wrong with being sad, of course. But I’m fine.”

She squints her big eyes at him suspiciously, drawing a genuine laugh out of him.

Kissing the top of her head, he says, “I’m going to finish making dinner, but let me know if you need anything else.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

That little token of appreciation means so much to him, he gives her another kiss on the head.

“You’re very welcome.”

***

Harry feels numb at dinner. His appetite is nonexistent. The food that he himself cooked with love and care tastes bland and flavourless to him. He has long zoned out on the conversation between Y/N and Savannah, which is completely unlike him, as someone who prides himself on being a good listener.

“H, you okay? You’ve barely touched your food,” comments Y/N. It shocks him that she even noticed.

“Daddy’s sad,” Savannah blurts out.

Y/N frowns, studying him from across the table. “Sad about what?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He stares down at his plate and changes the subject. “Does anyone else feel like the pasta sauce is missing something? I followed the recipe to a tee and still messed it up somehow.” He shakes his head, frustrated with his inability to get anything right today.

“No, it’s perfect,” says Y/N. “As always.”

She’s praising him. So why does he feel like crying?

“Where are you going?” she asks as he pushes his chair back and rises to his feet.

“I have a headache. Going to lie down for a bit. Just leave the dishes in the sink. I’ll take care of it later.” He places his unfinished plate on the kitchen counter and leaves.

Tears are flooding his eyes before he has even reached the top of the stairs. By the time he gets to the bedroom, they’re spilling onto his cheeks. He doesn’t bother wiping them away. Instead, he just climbs under the covers on his side of the bed and lets his pillow soak them up.

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed before he hears Savannah’s voice down the hall, telling her mother goodnight, and then moments later, the light creak of the bedroom door opening, followed by Y/N’s footsteps approaching the bed. The mattress dips behind him.

“H?” she says softly.

“Hmm?”

“You still awake?”

He clears his throat and tries to keep a steady voice as he replies, “Yeah. You need anything?”

“No, just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Just a headache.”

“Do you need anything from me? Painkillers? A cup of tea?”

How about kisses? Or cuddles? Or any kind of attention that doesn’t involve you glaring at me like I’m a waste of space? he answers in his head, but out loud he says, “I’m fine. Thank you, love.”

“You know, you keep saying you’re fine and I don’t know if I believe you.”

He doesn’t respond.

She places a hand on his arm over the covers. “Look at me.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he emphasizes stubbornly.

“Can you please look at me?”

He sighs. A part of him is tempted to snap at her and tell her to leave him alone, to hurt her the way she hurt him, but he doesn’t have it in him to do that. In fact, the last thing he wants right now is to be left alone. What he really wants is to be held by her, to be told that he is loved and appreciated and wanted.

When she gently tugs on his arm to make him turn around, he doesn’t resist. Her eyes scan his face, taking in the tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“Oh, honey.” She brings a hand to his cheek. He’s been so deprived of her touch that he leans into it immediately. “Did I do this?” she asks with guilt-ridden eyes which suggest she already knows the answer to that.

“I feel like I can’t do anything right by you lately,” he says. “I just want to spend some time with you when you get home, but you never talk to me and you shoo me away any time I try to come near you. I don’t know what I did, but lately, I feel more like an annoying pest that you have to tolerate than your husband. And maybe that makes me clingy or whatever—”

“That does not make you clingy,” she interjects, shaking her head adamantly. “I’m sorry I called you that, and I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I’ve just been under so much pressure at work. That’s no excuse for how I’ve been treating you, but I need you to know that it has nothing to do with you, okay? You haven’t done a single thing wrong.”

He sniffles. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. The only reason I’ve been pushing you away is because I come home with all this pent-up frustration and I don’t want to take it out on you by accident… But it looks like I’ve been doing that anyway.” She wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and kisses him tenderly. “I’m sorry, honey.”

She gets under the covers with him and guides his head to her chest, tangling her fingers into his hair. He nuzzles his face close to her breasts. She apologizes again and reassures him that he’s the best husband she could have ever asked for, that she still looks forward to coming home to him at the end of each day, that she loves him more than words can ever explain.

Her delicate touches mixed with her comforting voice telling him everything he needed to hear soothes his aching heart. They cuddle in silence for a while, their legs intertwined with each other. Y/N shifts around a bit while keeping him close to her. When her thigh brushes up against his crotch, she freezes.

“Are you hard right now?”

“Fuck, um… yeah?” he mumbles into her chest nervously, his face growing hot.

She giggles. “Well, let’s take care of it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, you deserve it.”

She sits up on the bed beside him, while he lays on his back, gazing up at her, melting when she gives him a warm smile. Her hand disappears under the covers, making its slow descent into the waistband of his shorts. He gasps when she gropes him through his briefs.

“I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he admits.

“That’s okay. Been a while since we’ve done this, huh?”

He nods, gulping as her fingers trace his bulge. Although he sometimes touches himself when he’s home alone during the day or in the shower, it’s never the same as when she does it. The orgasms lack the intensity he craves.

“My poor baby,” she coos, using her other hand to scratch the top of his head. “I haven’t been taking proper care of you. We’re going to fix that this weekend.”

She suddenly removes her hand from his shorts and takes off her shirt, revealing her braless torso. The sight of her gorgeous, round breasts makes his mouth water before she even invites him to suck on them. Moving his head into her lap, he wraps his lips around one nipple and swirls his tongue around the taut flesh.

Her hand ventures back into his shorts, this time slipping into his underwear. Instead of wrapping her whole hand around him, she uses only two fingers and her thumb, running them along his length in slow, gentle strokes that make his body shudder with pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that? Nothing you do for me goes unnoticed, I promise you,” she says.

The reassurance brings tears to his eyes again but happy ones this time. She wraps the rest of her hand around his cock, picking up the pace and pressure of her strokes. He thrusts his hips into her hand desperately as his orgasm builds. She tells him he can come whenever he’s ready, but he tries to delay it for as long as possible until he can’t any longer. Then he lets himself go, his moans and grunts muffled by her breast.

“There you go. Good boy.” She coaxes the last few drops of come out of him.

He rests his head in her lap afterwards, dazed and breathless, hoping that she’ll let him lay there a little while longer. Luckily, that’s exactly what she does, only moving to rest her back against the headboard to make herself comfortable while keeping his head in her lap, her fingers in his hair. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

***

Thank you for reading! For more househusband!Harry and other fics, check out my MASTERLIST

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles x y/n #harry styles oneshot #sub!harry #subrry #dad!harry #dadrry #husband!harry #househusband!harry #my writing

[indecisivekitty]

To Undoing The Past

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 930 (i think but idk i got that adhd memory)

genre: angst…(?)

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, avoidant man 😔, is that it? idk it’s 1am lmk

He doesn’t understand love.

The concept and the entirety of it. He doesn’t understand what it is. What it looks like. What it feels like.

He thinks if he was a better person or if he had a better life that he’d finally understand. That he’d be able to fully reciprocate what you feel for him. You love him and he knows that, you constantly remind him of the fact. He’ll feel a tightening in his chest and nod before giving you a kiss on your head without saying a word. He’ll hold you close and mull over those three words before locking it in a box and throwing it somewhere deep in his mind.

Simon is at a loss when you’re sat on your bed with your knees pulled tight to your chest after you told him you were pregnant.

What’s the next step?, he wonders, what am I s’pose to do now?

He thinks that maybe he should marry you and move into a house with you. It makes sense. But he isn’t sure what to say as you stare at him while he stands a few feet away from you.

A part of him wants to walk away and leave. No warning or response to the news either. That part of him wants to pretend he didn’t hear what you said and disappear from your life. How can he be a dad when he wasn’t blessed with that from his shitty father growing up?

“Simon?”

Your voice interrupts his line of thinking.

You swallow anxiously. “I know that this isn’t… ideal, let alone planned but I just wanted to say that I’m keeping the baby.”

Simon felt himself grinding his teeth before he willed himself to stop. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he be normal and feel what ordinary people felt? He gave a slight nod. “Okay.”

Your knees slid away from your chest, making you sit normally on the bed. “Okay? Simon what does okay mean in this situation?”

He leans on the wall closest to him while he pockets his hands. “Just okay.”

He notes the way you narrow your eyes and look away from him. He wishes he could better himself for you more easily. He frowns, maybe he did love you? He still doesn’t know what anything he feels means.

This all started from a one night stand from a bar meeting and was meant to stay that way, really. But after that night, he couldn’t resist replying to your messages after exchanging numbers and he couldn’t help but itch to call you every few hours.

A year of this going on is what exactly? Simon couldn’t say you were his girlfriend because he never asked but the two of you only saw each other. So what then?

Then came to when you first said, “I love you.”

It was quiet around when it happened, he wasn’t suppose to hear it and you hadn’t meant to say it aloud. You two were in Southport though he can’t remember why. Something about a beach? He just recalls how the both of you drank and how you were getting more tipsy as time went by.

It was sunset and he wasn’t looking at anything particular before you said it. You were staring at him with the biggest smile on your face with crinkled eyes while the wind disturbed bits of your hair.

He thought you were beautiful.

But hearing those words made him freeze. Something inside him plummeting while he searched your face. Your eyes widened suddenly before a hand flew to your mouth. You looked away from him. But Simon couldn’t help but stare at you even as you were turned away from him in embarrassment.

He looks at you now and still thinks about how beautiful you look. He wasn’t sure how worthy of love he was but somehow you were convincing that he was. And that he was deserving of your love. Maybe this news was what he needed to wake up more. He is unsure of that still.

He pushes off the wall to crouch in front of you, one of his hands hovering above your knee in hesitation before he sets it down and tries to reassure you with his thumb rubbing in circles. “I’m sorry,” he starts, his throat feeling tight. Apologies aren’t a normalcy for him. “I want to do this with you. ‘Ave this baby, I mean.”

Reaching up with his free hand to caress your face, he spoke softly, “I think I’m falling in love with you or at least I think that’s what I’m feeling. If anything, I would like to learn how. ‘Specially for our kid.”

He watched the silent tears cascading down your face and wiped them before holding your face with both hands.

He exhaled gruffly. “Been a real fucking asshole to you. Johnny talks my fucking ear off time to time about the way I act. Or shit I did or didn’t do.”

Your hands grabbed his wrists gently. “Si-“

He shushed you before continuing, “No, love, listen. Got a long list of shit I have to make up for before this kid gets here and I can’t waste more time then I already ‘ave.”

A smile finds its way on your face, a laugh leaving you despite the tears and stuffy nose. Rubbing his wrists with your thumb, you joked, “You should go to weekly therapy. Two times a week even.”

“Done.”

“It was mostly a joke.”

“Fuck if I care, did you not hear what I said?”

a/n: i didn’t plan to make it long but a song inspired me and then i kept writing and i’m tired and so this is very not edited. also hey it’s been awhile since i’ve posted something LMAO… sorry fam 😝😗

#— 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod simon riley #cod mw ghost #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty x reader #ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley angst #ghost mwii #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #cod mwii

[ghostfaceorgirlfriend]

hey! i was wondering if you could write a jack champion or Ethan landry x reader about him sticking up for his gf or smth like that please and thank you xoxo

Frat Parties and Ex’s ; Ethan Landry

summary: ethan convinces you to go to a frat party with him, but before the nights over you are reminded that they never end well when your ex decides to push some buttons

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, cursing, underage drinking, shitty ex, violence, blood, kissing

notes: working on several requests right now!!

1k words

masterlist requests

_________________________________________________

You weren't the biggest fan of frat parties, but when your boyfriend had flashed his big brown eyes at you earlier today and asked you to come with him to one you just couldn't say no.

So here you were, hand in hand with Ethan, making your way across campus.

“Thanks for coming with me,” An appreciative smile made its way onto his face.

“You're lucky I love you.” You joked giving his hand a soft squeeze.

A light blush washed over Ethan's face, not yet used to hearing you say those three words.

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased, wanting you to repeat yourself.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “I take it back.”

Ethan faked a gasp, pretending to be hurt by your words. You couldn't help but laugh at his terrible acting.

“I just wanna hear it one more time.” There were those eyes again.

“I said I love you.” Your voice had lost its playfulness and instead found a more sincere tone.

“I love you too.” He hummed in satisfaction as you finally made it to the house the party was being hosted at.

There were several people scattered throughout the lawn, all of them engulfed in their own conversations. You could hear the music bumping from inside and could smell the faint scent of alcohol.

You didn't have much time before you were thrown into the chaos that consumed the inside of the house.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to spot your friends that had gathered near a couch in a corner of the house. You immediately flocked toward Tara, Anika, and Mindy who had been sitting on the couch.

“Y/n! You're here!” Anika spoke excitedly while pulling you down to sit in between her and Tara.

Your body relaxed a bit as you sat down, “I’m here!”

Chad had already pulled Ethan away, more than likely trying to get him to take a shot.

The music was a bit quieter over where you guys had been, allowing you to talk to your friends in a normal voice instead of having to yell.

You were at least thankful for that, that is until the group of boys standing a few feet away from you said your name.

Tara had looked at you with wide eyes, already having noticed that your ex-boyfriend had been the one to say it.

The four of you stopped talking, trying to hear what was gonna be said next.

“The only thing that bitch was good for was a good fuck.” He laughed, more than likely knowing you were within an earshot and could hear what he was saying.

“He's an asshole.” Mindy pointed out, trying to make you feel better.

A few minutes passed and the boys had finally found their way back to the small couch.

Ethan's eyes had found you first. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of parties but the look on your face right now told him that something had happened while he was gone.

He walked over to you and bent down, “You okay?”

You looked up to meet his eyes. You could tell he was having a good time with Chad and you had no intention of ruining his night, “Yeah.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

He didn't believe you, but before he could question you again, you heard your ex’s voice for the second time.

“I mean come on, do you see the guy she is with now? He’s a fucking nerd. I ought to fuck her just to put that bitch back in her place.”

You felt like throwing up.

You hoped maybe Ethan wasn’t listening but when you saw the look on his face you knew he heard and he knew the comment was about you.

You tried to think of something to say, but you didn't even have time to contemplate before Ethan had gotten up and started walking over to the group of guys.

All you could do was sit in shock. Ethan was shy and sweet. He was usually quiet around people he didn't know and avoided conflict at all costs.

This wasn't that Ethan.

“Dude shut the fuck up.” His voice had turned cold.

You wanted to covet your eyes, half afraid you were about to watch your boyfriend get beat up by a group of frat boys.

Your ex immediately turned around. He had a look of amusement on his face as if he thought it was funny that Ethan was trying to stand up for you.

“Go back to your slut of a girlfriend and-” Before the rest of the sentence could be said out loud, Ethan had punched him, right in the nose.

“Holy shit.” You gasped.

Your whole friend group watched in shock as they saw their sweet little Ethan just break someone's nose.

“Bro! You broke my nose! What the fuck!” Your ex was doubled over on his knees as blood poured from both sides of his nose.

Although you knew you probably shouldn't be enjoying this, there was a part of you that did.

“Okay, everyone! Time to go!” Chad smiled while rounding up everyone and ushering you all out the door within 10 minutes.

Once outside Ethan immediately made his way over to you.

“Are you okay?” The soft look had returned to his face and his touch was gentle.

You tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was laughter.

You were laughing.

The confused look on your boyfriend's face made you laugh even harder.

“W-Whats funny?” He asked.

You calmed yourself down, “It's just, I can’t believe you totally just broke his nose. I mean he was all tough until that happened.”

Ethan was a bit relieved, “So you aren’t mad?”

You stopped walking so you could look at him, “Of course, I'm not mad. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“I've always got your back.” He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss.

“Although I was kinda scared he was gonna beat my ass.” Ethan laughed nervously.

You shook your head with a giggle before grabbing his hand and making your way back to Ethan's dorm.

“No more frat parties for me.”

“Me either.”

#scream #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ghostface #ethan landry #fem reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion #jack champion x reader

[bliss-in-the-void]

Satoru’s unhealthy coping mechanism after the Toji Attack of 2006™️ is actually really relatable and can apply to real world situations if you think about it.

He’s obsessed with preserving youth because his was taken from him as a teenager. Before Toji, before the Star Plasma Vessel, he went through life believing he and Suguru were the strongest, and that things would always remain that way.

I don’t know about you, but when I was young like this, I felt the same way. The friends I had, the person I was dating, I imagined we’d all stay friends forever. We’d be there for important birthdays, for graduations, for weddings, for when we all started having kids.

But life happens. People leave and grow apart. Innocence is lost and you’re forced to grow up.

Satoru was attacked by Toji and died. And while he didn’t stay dead, his innocence did. The naive Satoru no longer existed.

And how did he choose to deal with the fall out? With the aftermath? By deciding to become something not completely human. By forcing barriers around himself to be untouchable so it didn’t happen again.

And isn’t that just like real life? Now it’s harder to make friends, because the ones who aren’t there anymore left scars and you can’t get close to anyone like you used to. In order to deal with how bad the world really is, you have to become inhuman. To shut off all the noise and go through life stepping over heaping piles of shit. Smiling through it, pretending to be okay. Some days it feels like you have to summon inhuman amounts of strength to get through the day.

What’s really the kicker is that this is addressed in JJK when Satoru asks Kento how things were being a salaryman instead of a sorcerer. Kento said it’s not much different. Then, Satoru says, effectively, we really are doomed.

Because as long as non-sorcerers live in their society which is just as shitty as the Jujutsu society, there will be more curses. And their jobs will never be done.

Nanami tried to get away from it and he still couldn’t. He just wanted to be stress free and even a normal life is awful.

And it’s like. Cherish youth. My god. I haven’t truly been young since I was eleven, I just grew up and became too aware too fast. I miss naivety.

I fucking understand Satoru.

#like looking at kids be kids and saying one day they’ll be aware #the inevitability is sad #this is so depressing im so sorry #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen meta #nanami kento #satoru gojo

[sacchxrine05]

Yuumori Characters as Disney Princesses (cus I’m bored :))

I’m gonna preface this by saying that some of these you’re just gonna have to trust me on cus I chose them just from pure vibes alone and went from there. I also haven’t re-read/watched Yuumori in a while nor have I watched any Disney movies as of late so again, just trust me bro lmao. I came up with most of these at 2am so sorry in advance.

Also, if someone has already done this, I’m sorry and I hope my choices aren’t just the same lmao.

Liam - Aurora/Sleeping Beauty

So this one is mostly just cus they both ended up sleeping for a long ass time lmao. Liam was in a coma after the fall for x months and Aurora was cursed to an eternal sleep unless her true love kissed her awake (we won’t talk about the horrors of the original fairytale, I’ve tried to blank that out of my memory tyvm). They’re also both blondes…uh huh. Aurora doesn’t have much personality that I can remember other than being an animal lover and a good singer so…that’s just all I have lmao. I also just think Liam would make a very cute Sleeping Beauty lmao.

Albert - Jasmine

I did consider giving Albert Rapunzel cus of the whole locked away in a tower thing, but outside of that and having shitty mothers (Mother Gothel wasn’t even Rapunzel’s real mother but still) there isn’t much similarity personality wise? Idk. I picked Jasmine just cus they both come from rich families yet have no patience for other rich people. Jasmine also disguised herself and went into the town/city to pretend she was a normal person and that feels kinda Albert-ish? They’re also both smart and sarcastic so Y’know.

Louis - Cinderella

This one feels kinda obvious lmao. Both were raised by awful rich people who treated them like a servant, both were orphans and both tended to the upkeep of their homes. I do think Louis has more of a backbone than Cinderella, especially towards the end of Part 1 of the manga. Also again: both are blondes lmao.

Moran - Merida

So…this one is mostly vibes but also not. I think Moran has a similar wild streak to Merida and accidentally turning a loved one into a bear because he didn’t watch his wording when asking a witch for a spell sounds like something Moran might do? Bear (hah) in mind I haven’t re-read Yuumori in a while so I may be wrong on that. Also I guess bows and arrows were the guns before guns were invented so…so there’s that lmao.

Bonde - Mulan

Feels like another obvious one? They both disguised their genders to achieve a goal (although I did interpret James to be a trans man whereas Mulan wasn’t rly? Cus she went back to presenting as female after the war so idk). They’re also both pretty outspoken and don’t care for the roles society has put them in as women and actively break that stigma (Mulan by going to war and James by often dressing as men even before he transitioned). Idk I just like this one lmao.

Fred - Snow White

Again, this is mostly vibes. I’m pretty sure Snow White is the youngest of the Disney Princesses at 14 (Don’t quote me on that cus I could be wrong), so I feel like that parallels Fred being the youngest of the Crime Gang. Snow White also has a connection to animals which can also connect to Fred’s love of cats and nature in general as he does most (all?) of the gardening. I think they’re both pretty quiet and shy and that’s all I really have lmao.

Mycroft - Megara

Okay, okay, relax, I know Megara isn’t an official Disney Princess (she SHOULD be, but whatever), but she’s the only one I could really see as being similar to Mycroft? Ya’ll are really just gonna have to trust me on this one lmao. I just think they’re both pretty independent and cynical and sarcastic and just…I really don’t know the vibes just fit, I can’t explain it.

Sherlock - Ariel

OKAY👏HEAR👏ME👏OUT. This is the only one I’m 100% confident on BSJDNKFS. They both have a niche obsession that they collect items from, Ariel with humans and Sherlock with Mysteries/Crime. They both make massive life changes for the man they love (a man which, by the way, they barely knew lmao), Ariel in becoming human and Sherlock by leaving his life, family & friends behind to live with Liam in New York. They also almost died to achieve this, Sherl from leaping off a goddamn bridge to save Liam and Ariel by her deal with Ursula. IT WORKS, I’M TELLING YOU.

That’s all I have, I was gonna do other characters but I just hit a brick wall with it lmao. (I considered John to be either Tiana or Belle, but I’ll leave that up to you 👀)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to my bullshit lmao.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #james bonde #fred porlock #mycroft holmes #sherliam

[stranger-nightmare]

Dating Billy Hargrove Headcanons

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: in a world where Billy is a still lil damaged but he’s not an actual abusive asshole… um so yeah I hope you like! <3 p.s. this is another quite long one

next up is Jonathan and he will be the last in this lil series of headcanons <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

Billy to me just screams three tropes; enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, and semi-secret relationship

okay so what I mean by semi-secret relationship is that your parents forbid you from seeing this boy who has the bad-boy reputation around town, so that’s the forbidden romance aspect obviously, so you guys have to date in secret but you’re very public about it at school and when you’re hanging out etc., it just has to stay a secret from your parents

so how it starts is the two of you can’t stand each other, he thinks you’re prissy and entitled, you think he’s an idiot and an asshole

and then the two of you get paired together on some school project and you think it’s literally your worst nightmare, but it actually ends up accidentally being the start of your relationship

the two of slowly start to build a tolerance and understanding of one another, not quite friends yet but perhaps almost…

then one evening you’re round his house to work on the project when you’re accidentally witness to the way Billy’s dad treats him and suddenly everything about him just makes sense and you feel a pang in your heart for him

Billy comes back into the room and you can tell he’s close to tears but he tries to keep himself together, he’s visibly shaking and for a moment you’re worried it’s with anger and rage

until he suddenly just completely breaks down in front of you

you end up spending the rest of the evening just holding him and stroking his hair / back, not saying anything, just generally being there for him

once he’s calmed down he looks up at you and he almost looks terrified, begging you to promise to not to tell anyone what happened

you tell him you won’t and you also tell him that if anything ever happens again that you’d be there for him if he wanted

you didn’t think he would actually follow through with that offer but suddenly a week later you’re getting a call from him asking if he can see you

so low-key this relationship starts with trauma bonding tbh, the two of you seek refuge and safety in each other when things were going shitty in your lives

but eventually Billy ends up inviting you to hang out, the two of you slowly but surely starting to spend more and more time with each other, you basically end up going on a bunch of unofficial ‘dates’

your parents didn’t like the look of Billy from the few times he came over for that school project and they basically forbade you from seeing him outside of school, so you were constantly lying to your parents pretending you were hanging out with friends when you were actually going to meet Billy

one night, after one of these unofficial dates, he drives you home like normal (stopping just round the corner so your parents don’t see) but just as you’re about to get out his car he suddenly takes your chin in his hand and twists your head until his lips are on yours

it’s a very desperate and urgent kiss, you can feel him questioning everything as he continues to kiss you, like questioning if this was the right thing to do

so you kiss him back enthusiastically to answer his unspoken questions and soothe his nerves

...but unfortunately Billy still beats himself up over it and thinks he’s messed everything up and so starts distancing himself and being a bit bitchy towards you again

so you confront him and call him out on it, leading to a heated argument, which then ultimately leads to a heated make-out session and then, well, you end up basically hate-fucking

except afterwards you tell him how you feel about him and he meekly apologises for his shitty behaviour and explains that it was bc he liked you too but just didn’t know how to handle it

so now the two of you are officially a thing you have to be even more careful about hiding it from your parents

dating Billy means becoming friends with Max and her constantly telling you that you could do better lmao

I feel like Billy does have a soft and sweet side but he hardly ever lets it show and when he does it only when the two of you are completely alone

one of his favourite things is actually stargazing in a lil field the two of you discovered, and it’s a date he takes you on a quite frequently

he just likes the peace and the quiet and the beauty of the night sky, often the two of you will just lie next to each other on a blanket, both looking up at the stars but your head are tilted to be touching each other’s, and you’ll just lie there in complete silence, just enjoying the view and being close with one another

him sneaking you in to the local pool late at night for some of those ‘private swimming lessons’, but also to just generally splash around and have fun together as well

going to watch / support him at his basketball games, making-out in the locker rooms

him giving you his jacket when it’s cold

he gives you his lil necklace that he always wears, which is cute but it’s also a possessive / showing off thing as well, like everyone knows it’s his necklace so to see you wearing it is basically like him proclaiming that you are his

this is kinda the same vibe when he gives you his shirts to wear, he likes other people being able to see that you’re his

being in a relationship with Billy is very intense, often heated, both in terms of the bedroom and in terms of arguing

Billy can be very jealous and possessive and it’s usually the thing you argue about most frequently

arguments with Billy are very intense, and usually it’s best for you to just remove yourself from the situation until he’s had time to calm down a bit

on the plus side though Billy is very much one for make-up sex so

him secretly loving it when you play with and brush his hair

he likes to show you off in public which normally is fine but sometimes he’ll take the pda a lil too far, like trying to full-on make-out with you in public or something and you have to tell him to chill

you allow it at parties though, you kind of like making-out with him and having him run his hands all over your body whilst all the other girls watch and scoff with jealousy, it makes you feel powerful tbh

overall dating Billy is intense and often feels like being on rollercoaster sometimes, but you love him regardless

pet-names: (for you) baby, babygirl, princess, sweetcheeks, angel, my girl (if you do go by such labels)

pet-names: (for him) ngl I don’t think like Billy likes being called by pet-names too much so you keep it simple like babe and baby

NSFW

corruption kink for sure, he loves being the first person to ever fuck you and be the one that gets to teach all the various ways to ‘sin’

Billy is definitely into fucking you in public places, case and point the swimming pool at night as mentioned above

but like also the amount of times you’ve hooked up in the locker rooms at the pool is unreal, he just loves the thrill of potentially being caught

Billy is typically quite rough during sex, like he’ll leave you bruised for days at a time, and he definitely uses you to fuck out his frustrations on frequently

Billy is definitely into quickies, sometimes that all you can afford considering the whole forbidden from seeing each other thing

but when you do have the time the patience this man has when it comes to teasing you is un-fucking-real

like he could literally spend hours just toying with you, having you tied up, unable to move, whilst he touches you or eats you out, repeatedly bringing you right to the edge, but still not letting you cum

he just loves having that much control over your body and over your pleasure

like if we’re talking giving or receiving he definitely usually prefers receiving but something about having that much control over your body when he’s giving is also something that just turns him on behind belief

I feel like I could potentially see him being into shibari tbh, he just really likes to have you tied down so he can use you as his own lil fucktoy when he wants / needs to

he’s very into degradation when it comes to sex, both degrading you and letting you degrade him when he’s in the mood

he has a breeding kink but not in the ‘I’m gonna fill you with babies’ way but more like he just wants to make you so full of him, like cumming in you is staking some kind of claim over you and your body

of course he also likes to cum on you quite a lot too, on your back after he’s just fucked you, or on your face / tits if you’ve just blown him

he would ask if you’d let him film the two of you so he can make his own lil sex tape to keep for himself

is very into marking you up with hickies and bruises from his fingertips (consensually), and he fucking loves to choke you

is definitely into spanking you, and this includes a lil bit of pussy slapping too

and likes to gag you

is into hair pulling, both him pulling yours and you pulling his

likes to watch you get yourself off, whether it be with your own hands, or on his thigh

he’d be into boot riding for sure

Billy is actually kinda loud during sex, grunting and groaning a lot

but he’s quiet when he needs to be, like when you’re having to be sneaky at his house or something

and if you get too loud he’ll put his hand over your mouth to muffle your ‘happy screams’

sometimes in order to be actually alone he ends up just driving around with you which ultimately ends up to the two of you frequently having sex in his car

Billy does occasionally have a bit more of a soft side when it comes to sex, like the few times he’s more in a sub mode, like when he’s had a really shit time with his father or something and he just wants / needs you to take care of him

during these times he’s also got a major praise kink himself, he likes to be told that he’s a good boy and that he’s enough and he’s nothing like his father etc., like you’re almost giving him a mini pep talk whilst you’re fucking

aftercare is usually the bare minimum from him, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but yeah I mean he’s not exactly going all out

he’ll get you a warm cloth to wipe yourself down with and he’ll throw you a shirt of his to wear, but that’s pretty much about it

he’s not exactly one for full on snuggling and cuddling too often, on the rare occasion he’ll properly spoon you, or if he’s really broken up about something he’ll let you spoon him, otherwise for the most part he just likes to lie on his back and let you rest by his side with your head on his bicep

he falls asleep super fast after sex and he snores like a truck lmao

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

Masterlist

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove hc #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove angst #stranger things headcanons #stranger nightmare #dacre montgomery

[stuckinthesun]

Gossip Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon gets home from his lovely trip from Spain and tells you all about it

RE4R Spoilers

We are pretending he wouldn’t have to keep everything a secret okay? Okay

Laying on top of you, chin perched on his hands, Leon begins his story

“So I get to Spain and I’m immediately escorted by two police officers to where I need to go, right?”

“Oooh fancy.”

“They died babe.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah we stopped so one could take a piss and then these cultists attacked us, killing both of the cops and stranding me there.”

“Did they try to kill you too? Or did they try to recruit you?”

“They mostly tried to kill me but there were times it felt like I was being recruited.”

“Ew babe if you joined a cult that’s it we’re done.”

“Damn, you wouldn’t even try to get me to leave it?”

“If you’re crazy enough to join it in the first place there’s no hope.”

He laughs

“Fair. Anyway after getting chased around for awhile the church bell went off and they all stopped at the same time, said the same thing over and over again, and then they all left.”

“Oh hell no that’s horrifying.”

“It really wasn’t the scariest thing I saw.”

“I don’t care Leon, cults freak me out.”

“That’s a good thing, babe.”

“Okay so then what happened??”

“I got fucking kidnapped by a giant guy with a beard and a hat on.”

“Oh my god you got kidnapped by Santa?!”

Leon let out a surprised chuckle that turned into a full born belly laugh

“Oh my god I got kidnapped by evil Santa! He even gave he a gift.”

“Oh? What was it?”

“The fucking bug virus that let them control me.”

“What a shitty gift. Evil Santa indeed.”

“Definitely. So he knocks me out, I think that’s when he injects me, and then I wake up in a different room, chained up, with a guy named Luis and all my gear gone.”

“…kinky evil Santa.”

“Stooooop.”

You’re both laughing hysterically now

Doing this after every one of his missions helps both of you

It helps you forget just how dangerous his job really is

And it helps him feel normal again, to get out of agent mode and be just Leon again

“You’re horrible!”

“Hey I’m not the one who stripped and chained you!”

“Don’t put it like that!”

“Pfft, okay fine. So was Luis a good guy?”

“Well…”

Part 3 soon maybe idk

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon re4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff

[sgnjimmy]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

vinny hong x afab!reader (sorry :c, no pronouns tho)

A/n: yes imma live, people, just busy on being depress y'know, is a full time job (i guess heh). but my man here can make anything better so, tcharam!!

Warning (s): +18, kind of smut (?) tons of pervy thoughts (i dunno how to put warnings (T-T)), male masturbation. some shitty writing cuz is been a while 😭😭 i apologize.

Word count: 910. ('m not sure)

Vinny wasn’t going to pretend he was a saint, he had wondered what would happen if you - or him for that matter -  didn’t pull away when a make out session was getting out of hand. He couldn’t help but wonder what would be to touch every inch of your body, to kiss every inch of it. And even mark it all as his. But he always felt bad at the last second, and he didn't want to make you feel pressured to do something you didn’t want. What if you wanted to wait a bit more? Or… fuck what if you didn’t want it with him? That would hurt a ton but he would understand, and of course, respect your wish. Sex wasn't that important for him… He just couldn't help but imagine your body on top of his, with no piece of clothing blocking his vision as he admired your gorgeous body. 

There were times when you guys cuddled, Vinny would get a boner and he'd try to hide, but it was no use, you always noticed it. It was kind of hard to miss, you embraced each other 's fully when cuddling. And, well, the size of Vinny's... friend didn't help him in those situations. Anyway, you would just assure him it was okay and he'd apologize saying he couldn't control it and that "it was an accident" ...which was a lie. Of course Vinny didn't mean to pop a boner, but it was no accident. He would imagine inappropriate things about you then. Vinny would travel his hand under the back of your shirt to feel your naked skin against his palm, and would let his mind explore all the sexual fantasies he had about you. 

To be honest he feels a bit guilty about it, like some kind of pervert. Was it normal in relationships to fantasize about their partner? He doesn't know. He never had these types of thoughts about anyone before. But in the heat of the moment it didn't feel like he's doing something wrong. Like right now Vinny is in the shower. Work has been kicking his ass lately - the workload is the absolute worst and he almost never sees you during the day, he misses you. To relax he tries to think about you while stroking his cock, ignoring the fact that he might look like a creep right now. He just thinks about the moans you let out when he bite your neck just right, or when his kisses are needier than usual against your mouth. 

He thinks about the noises you would make if it was your pussy on his dick instead of his stupid hand. And, oh god, the thoughts Vinny has about your pussy, it drives him crazy to think about it. What would it look like? He wonders. Do you shave or prefer not to? What would it feel like on his fingers? Would it be really tight around him? Would you let him taste you? He fucking hopes so. Fuck, he really wants to put his mouth on you down there, he wants to devour you till you beg him to stop. Would you complain between whimpers that he's too big for you to take when he finally puts it in? Vinny knows for a fact he's above average… Or would just keep telling him for "more and more"?

"Ah, fuck" He let's out. He wants to see your face contorted in pleasure so bad. Continuing to stroke his dick he keeps on with the fantasy playing on his mind. 

You lay under him, he's on his knees between your bare legs. "Please." You beg him, "Please, i need you, more". And Vinny's more than willing to obey, he procedes to hammers his cock into your entrance and hears you let a hmph sound at the contact of his length entering deeper your hole. His hands move up from your thighs to your waist, he then moves his hips forward using your middle as leverage. 

“Vinny” You moaned weakly. Already tired? He thinks, smirking. He could feel your walls tighten at each thrust. “It’s so deep, you’re- you’re too big, ah!” He thinks this sight is the best he ever witnessed, you look so angelic despite the scenario playing out. Your hair sticks in your forehead, your eyes are closed shut and your mouth wide open.

Vinny brings himself to your level to lay kisses and a few bites onto your neck and shoulder, he can taste the sweat on your skin and it just makes it even better. He feel your breasts against his chest and goes to hold one of them with his left hand. The redhead moves up to taste your mouth next, and you reply instantly, returning his sloppy kiss, between moans and whimpers.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He says feeling his high coming, stroking his cock harder. “Y/n, need you so much.” His movements are desperate making him reach his climax faster. When Vinny finally cums his fluids are shoot right on the shower wall, water runs down his body and his hand lays still around his softening member. It takes a few minutes for his breathing to align normally, but when it does he just let a sigh out. He’ll have to clean himself again. What a pain.  

After some time of cleaning himself all over again he's ready to close the shower faucet, Vinny hears the front door open and seconds later you announce your presence, “Baby, i’ve brought food!” He hears you say happily from the living room.

Ah, just in time. He was starting to get hungry.    

(this took a shit time to do😩😩. i changed it so many times to fit better🥲.)

Tags: @vinnyshongf

#vinny hong x reader #vinny hong #vinny x reader #gn!reader #x reader #wb #wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #manhwa #uchira vinny #uchiha vinny #wind breaker x reader #✓ sgnjimmy's works

[applejuicefruit]

This might sound weird but can i request Olivier Giroud x teen reader, like where they are neighbours and reader’s parents are like drunk and drugged people so he takes care of her? In a fatherly way❤️❤️

I really love your blog! You writings are my favorites❤️❤️

Okay so you’re telling me there are NONE writings about Olivier Giroud on this app?

THIS MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION

Thank you so much for requesting this! This one actually feels very personal to me.

I hope you like this💓

(Let’s pretends Oli doesn’t have kids and a wife in this story okay🤭)

also tw : domestic abuse, drug and alcohol mention, violence , oliver being the father i actually need since mine went out to buy milk and never came back ☹️

kylian mbappe is in this one too! kinda of kylian x friend reader where they both have a crush on each other 🤭

just look at the way he’s comforting kylian 😭😭😭😭😭

Safe

You grew up in a pretty messed up family.

You’re parents were caring and nice when you were a kid but once you grew up they stopped caring about you. The only reason they didn’t divorce was because they had to decided who would take care of you and since no one wanted to do it they remained married. Also because if they divorced your rich uncles wouldn’t gave them any more money. You called them for help so many times and the only thing they did was giving them money.

What a shitty family.

You can’t recall when everything started to going down you just remembered being alone all of sudden.

You lived in a fancy complex in the middle of Milan. It was a very expensive building, the one who has a gym and a pool inside of it. If it wasn’t for your uncles you all would be living under a bridge now.

Your parents acted normal in public but inside your house everything was crazy. They would constantly fight and throw things at each other. They would scream and hit each other and that made you feel so unsafe.

You tried to escape once and saying that they didn’t even realised you were gone hurt you.

You were 18 so legally you could have left, problem you had no job or degree.

One night the constantly screaming made you feel sick and you decided to sit on the stairs of your complex hoping they would stop.

It was cold and you were only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but you were so scared of going back inside that you preferred staying cold.

You waited for two hours, sitting there all alone but they wouldn’t stop. You started crying and fidgeting with your hands, your anxiety rising when you heard someone coming out of the elevator.

You pretended you didn’t hear anything so your neighbour wouldn’t ask you.

You knew exactly who he was.

Olivier Giroud, the famous football player. He played for Milan and for the Equipe de France. He won the world cup once. He’s also champion of Italy now.

He was a nice person. Always greeting you when he saw you, asking you if you were good. He was like an angel sent to heart. Everyone loved him for his caring and gentle soul.

In fact he was going home when he saw you sitting on the stairs, shivering from the cold.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice

“Yes” you said with a shaky voice and in that moment you cursed yourself because you didn’t want to look so weak

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-mh”

“What are you doing outside here? It’s cold,

plus it’s past midnight, you should be sleeping…”

“I’m fine”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and when he mentioned food your stomach rumbled

You were starving.

“Do you want to come inside and eat something?” he asked hoping you would say yes

“I don’t want to bother”

“It’s fine really”

In that moment you turned around to look at him and when he saw your face his heart broke a little. Your eyes red and puffy from crying.

You stood up and followed him inside his home.

His apartment completely different from yours.

It was clean and nice decorated. It felt like home.

“You can sit on the couch if you want to, I’ll get you something to eat” he said while you sat

He came back a few moments later with a very good looking sandwich and you couldn’t help to smile at his kind gesture.

You thanked him and started eating.

Once you’ve finished he gave you something to drink and set everything in the sink.

“Now can you tell me what were you doing outside?” he asked you again

“I didn’t want to stay at home”

“Your parents?” he asked and you looked at him with an interrogative face “I hear them fight sometimes” he said

“Yup, that’s my life”

“Have you called someone?”

“I’ve called so many people and no one would do anything”

“I’m sorry, truly, if you want you can use my guest bedroom and stay here tonight” he said

“I can’t accept, you already did a lot for me”

“I insist, I can’t let you go back knowing they might hurt you”

You thought about it and accepted his offer.

Just for one night.

He showed you the way and the moment you touched the bed you drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up around 8 am

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I have to go to practice, you can stay here a bit more if you want to” he said truthfully

“No it’s fine I’ve got school in one hour…”

“Okay, well, if you need anything just give a call” he gave you his phone number and you thanked him.

After that night days passed and everyday he would make sure you were okay. He texted you and asked if you needed anything. Truth was you wanted to spend the rest of your days in his apartment, away from your parents but you couldn’t take advantage of his kindness like this.

This month things got worse.

Your dad started drinking again because things were going bad at work, your mum started using again and you were on the verge of a crisis.

“Y/n!” your dad called you from the living room.

You were in your bedroom doing your homework so you decided to ignore him.

It was almost 10 pm so he would have probably fell asleep very soon. Your mom was out, probably with some druggies.

“Y/n!” your dad called you again.

You decide to go out and see what he wanted.

When he saw you he smiled a bit.

“Honey can you get me a beer?” he asked.

Was he serious?

“No” you replied back

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I was doing my homework and you interrupted me. Plus you’re already drunk you don’t need another beer!” you said almost leaving when you saw the bottle of his empty beer crashing straight into the wall in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going whore! Come back and pay me some respect! I’m your father” he said standing up from the couch.

You started to being scared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you apologised hoping he would calm down.

You were so wrong.

He come towards you with an inhuman speed and slapped you right in face. The impact was so hard you fell to the floor. He never raised his hands to you.

“Dad I said i’m sorry please…”

“What a whore, always begging just like whores do” he said sitting on top of you “I bet you like when I hit you” he said punching your nose making it hard to breathe.

You tried to free yourself and somehow, due to the fact that he was drunk he lost his balance and fell.

In that moment you ran out of your apartment and ran through the corridor trying to find Olivier’s apartment.

“Olivier…” you almost shouted knowing on this door. You really hoped he was home you didn’t have no where to go “Olivier please please open the door” you knocked a bit louder, your eyes full of tears, your face red and you knows bleeding “please please Olivier”

That’s until you saw him opening the door with a very concerned face

When you saw him you hugged him so tight you were scared to leave him.

He was shocked, he didn’t know what was going on so he simply hugged you.

You cried into his shirt but he didn’t mind

He waited a few minutes before you calmed down.

“Sweetie can you look at me?” the moment you looked at him he saw your bleeding nose and your red cheek “What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked in a more serious tone

“My-my father…he was - he was drunk he didn’t mean to”

“I’m calling the police”

“No please no, don’t”

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s a bit messed up but they’re the only family I have, please…”

The moment you said this you saw your dad coming straight into Oli’s apartment.

Olivier saw it and he put you behind him in a protective way.

“Leave before I call the police”

“Why? What has done this whore for you? Is she good in bed? The only reason a football player would stay with her I guess”

“I won’t say it again, leave before I call the police”

“Nah, the bitch is coming home with me and she’s going to learn some good manners”

“Not a chance” Olivier said protecting you “now leave my apartment before I call the police”

Your dad left without not even looking at you.

The moment he left you started crying harder and shaking. You were so scared.

“Hey hey it’s fine. You’re okay he’s gone okay? He won’t hurt you ever again I promise you, I swear on my life” he said hugging you.

You simply nodded too tired to even reply.

He medicated your nose and let you sleep in his guest bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a lot of noise coming from your apartment.

“Olivier?” you called him going into his living room

“Stay here” he simply said

“What’s going on?”

“The police is here…I know I said I wouldn’t call them but…” he didn’t even finish the sentence that you hugged him

“Thank you” you said

He smiled and hugged you back.

From that day on you continued living with him, his guest bedroom became your own bedroom. He helped you with homework and did everything a father should do for his own kids even if you weren’t his. He would bring you his matches and you would cheer for him. Who knew you liked football this much?

Until the moment of the world cup came

You couldn’t go with him in Qatar mostly because of school so you had to stay home alone for a month. You weren’t sure how to react, after your past you hated being alone.

“So…” he said coming through the door and sitting on the sofa watching tv with you “how would you feel coming in Qatar with me?” he asked you

“I-I…you know I would love to but I have school”

“I already talked with your school. Your grades are high and you’re the best of the class…they agreed to let you do online classes for a month, in case you wanted to come”

You were speechless. You said yes without even thinking.

When you got in Qatar you went straight into your room and fell asleep on the huge comfortable bed. The next day Olivier introduced you to the rest of the team, everyone knew your past but they decided to not say anything to make you uncomfortable. They all made you feel safe.

You took a liking in Kylian.

He was the first one to approach you.

He introduced himself and you started talking.

“So how’s my belle today?” he asked when he saw you coming out of your bedroom

“I’m good thank you! How are you?”

“Fine, ready to our first match against Australia” he said knowing it was going to be a great match “in fact…I wanted to ask you if you could wear this” he said giving you his jersey “you know, as a good luck”

“Of course but don’t tell Olivier” you said making you both laugh.

Olivier tho saw everything from a distance and couldn’t be happier that you were making friends. Even if he knew he would have to talk with Kylian.

“Okay…well I better go now, I have practice” he said awkwardly

“Oh yes, sure…I’ll see you tonight”

“Yes…well, bye” he said waving to you.

At the stadium you were in the VIP section, feeling protected with a lot of security. The game went good! France won 4-1 against Australia. Rabiot scored first, Giroud scored twice and Kylian scored too. You couldn’t be happier. You knew they were celebrating in the changing room so you simply texted Olivier you were coming back to the hotel.

Once arrived you changed into your pajamas and laid Kylian’s jersey on your bed.

A few hours later a gentle knock woke you up from your sleep. When you opened you saw a very happy and excited Kylian.

“Did I wake you?” he said apologising

“No” you lied

“Sure…” he said not believing you but smiling “the jersey brought me good luck”

You couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re just good at playing football Kylian, I didn’t do anything”

“You were there, for Olivier, for me, and for the team…and that meant a lot” he said truthfully looking into your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. You’ve never had a boyfriend, you’ve never had a real crush so you didn’t know how to act. He kinda sensed it your discomfort so he just smiled trying to ease it a bit.

You got lost into his eyes.

“I’ve spoken with Olivier” he said out of nothing “he really cares about you…that’s why he threatened me”

“He did what?” you almost shouted

“He said I have to treat you good and if I dared to hurt you he would kill me” he said now laughing and you couldn’t help to laugh too “but we’re good friends so I would never hurt you…”

Ouch that hurt.

Just friends?

He saw your expression change and he wanted to say a bit more.

“Unless…you don’t want us to be just friends?” he teased a bit and you were completely out of words.

Of course you wanted to be more than friends!

He looked straight into your eyes and saw the way you were looking at his lips so the made first step and gently put his hands on your face and kissed you. Very gently. His lips like feathers on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body and put him closer to you.

You kissed for a while before you separated to catch breathe.

“I want this” he said truthfully “I want to be more than friends”

“I don’t know how to act Kylian…I’ve never dated”

“We’ll take things slow, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but please, just give me a chance”

You didn’t even replied back instead you kissed him.

He smiled into the kiss.

If someone told you a couple of months ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn’t believed it but now this was really your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

To that angel named Olivier who changed your life in the best way.

#kylian mbappe #kylianmbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian x reader #paris saint germain #psg #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe imgagine #olivier giroud #olivier giroud x reader #footballers x reader #football fan #football imagine #world cup

[starryeyedjanai]

all that you've conquered was already yours

stommy | explicit | 2.3k

read on ao3

happy birthday @stobinesque!!! hope your day was amazing!! 🥳

When Steve leans back against the pillows on his bed, he doesn't question it when Tommy slips onto the bed next to him.

They just got back from some house party that was more trouble than it was worth. The beer was shitty and the jungle juice was even shittier.

It's December and the snow on the ground made the trek across campus even worse than normal.

Steve didn't have any luck with any of the girls he talked to tonight and Carol's sick and couldn't come out tonight so he didn't even have her to bitch about everyone at the party with him.

"Did I tell you that Carol sucked me off right before I left for the party?" Tommy asks out of nowhere, breaking the comfortable silence that was stretching between them.

"No, you didn't," Steve says, rolling his eyes, but getting ready for whatever is about to come out of Tommy's mouth. He does this sometimes. Talks and talks and talks about him and Carol and the things they get up to.

Steve usually doesn't stop it because as much as he wants to pretend he doesn't care, he's gotten himself off plenty of times to the things Tommy talks about. To memories of Tommy leaning in close or sitting close enough that he could whisper and Steve would still hear him, talking about eating Carol out or Carol tying him up or the first time he and Carol tried anal.

"Well, she did," he says, sighing, leaning back so he's shoulder to shoulder with Steve. "I told you before that she doesn't normally like when I come in her mouth, but she can't taste anything right now because of the cold, so she let me come in her mouth, then she, like, played with it?"

"Played with it?" he asks, shifting on the bed.

Tommy hums, "Mhm. Like, held it in her mouth, opened up wide to let me see it on her tongue. It was hot."

Steve lost most of the effect of the alcohol on the walk back home, but he's still a little bit buzzed, so he knows as soon as Tommy's done talking about it, he's going to excuse himself to the showers and wrap his hand around himself thinking about that - Carol with her mouth wrapped around Tommy, letting him paint her tongue with his come. Just the thought has him chubbing up in his jeans.

"Sounds hot," he says in agreement.

"It was." Tommy turns onto his side to face him and Steve looks over at him. "She sat on my face before that. She likes to get off before she gets me off," he says, looking into Steve's eyes.

"Okay," Steve says, not looking away.

Steve doesn't know how he's always so collected when he says stuff like that. His tone is calm and cool, like he's completely unaffected. The only giveaway that he's feeling anything at all about the words that come out of his mouth is that his face always gets so red, like he's almost embarrassed, but he still says it anyway.

Tommy leans a little closer and puts his hand on Steve where he's a little hard in his pants. Steve is horny and a little buzzed, so he lets him, his heartbeat picking up.

Tommy just cups him through his pants at first, still looking at him. He leans in after a minute and presses a kiss to Steve's neck, just one, before leaning back

Steve lets him touch him through his pants and only stops to think about it when Tommy leans back and starts unbuttoning his pants.

He asks, "Why?" Just- why.

And Tommy answers, "I kind of cockblocked you earlier, right? It's only fair."

It's sort of true. He did come over and sling his arm around Steve's shoulders as he was putting the moves on some girl. She left pretty quickly after that, but he didn't have much hope there anyway and it's not like he's hard up for it or anything. He hooks up a lot so it's not exactly a hardship to hang with his best friend when he's a little drunk.

But it still doesn't make him stop Tommy when he gets his pants undone. He even lifts his hips to help when Tommy starts dragging them down his thighs. Tommy helps get them all the way off and settles back on his side next to him.

He sucks in a breath when Tommy's hand touches him through his underwear, where he's most of the way hard now, just this light touch that makes Steve's brain whir a little bit.

"What about Carol?" he asks, his breath getting a little bit faster with Tommy's hand so close to touching him for real.

Tommy stills his hand on him. "You know we're kind of open. I told you that," he says.

"I didn't realize that included men for you," Steve says, looking at him and putting his hand on Tommy's, moving it for him along Steve's dick, back and forth, as he gets harder.

Tommy grins at him and says, "It includes you," all casual, like it doesn't make Steve's blood boil, a flame lit up inside him.

"For Carol too?" he asks meanly, almost baring his teeth at the thought.

Tommy laughs. "Why? You wanna fuck my girl?" he asks, leaning in so close that Steve can feel his breath on his mouth.

"Maybe," he quips back, licking his lips, Tommy's eyes following the movement.

"Take these off," Tommy says, snapping the waistband of his briefs back onto his skin.

Steve complies, shoving his briefs off. "You're more demanding than I thought you'd be in bed," he says.

"You think about me in bed often?" Tommy asks. Steve gasps in a breath as he puts his hand back on him, wrapping his fist around him.

"The two of you. Sometimes."

Tommy hums, stroking his hand up and down Steve's length. "When you touch yourself?"

"Yeah," Steve pants out, closing his eyes as Tommy plays with the head of his cock, his thumb pressing into the sensitive nerves along the frenulum. "I think about the stuff you tell me. Like, if you weren't doing this, I'd be in the shower thinking about your come on Carol's tongue."

He can hear the smile in Tommy's voice when he says, "I always kind of hoped that's what you were doing when you would wander off after I talked about her."

"Is that why you do it? Because you wanted me to jerk off thinking about it?" he asks, curious. It worked, in any case.

"Not just that," he says. "I don't know, it's. Carol likes it, too. Likes to hear exactly what I told you. And she likes to talk about what she'd do to you if she had you in her bed."

"What would she do?" he asks, voice strained.

Tommy starts stroking him again. He says, "If you think I'm demanding, just wait until you hear Carol. It's like she's directing porn sometimes, the things she says. She wants you tied to the bed, my cock inside you, with her bouncing on your cock."

He can imagine it, all four of his limbs spread out and tied to the posts of the bed, Tommy between his thighs, Carol straddling him. He's never really thought about being tied up or held down, but, "I could get into that," he says.

"Yeah? You think we can make that happen, the three of us?" Tommy asks.

"Oh, for sure," he says, opening his eyes to look at him. And because he has to poke fun at Tommy a little bit, he asks, "You afraid if I get Carol alone, she's gonna realize I'm better in bed?" He bucks his hips up into Tommy's grip.

"I think that's a competition Carol would love to be the judge of," Tommy says, pulling his hand back.

"I bet she would," Steve says.

His breath stutters when Tommy slides down his body and settles between Steve's thighs, his head almost in his lap.

"Can I?" he asks, blinking up at him.

"Yeah," Steve whispers, bracing himself for it.

Tommy ducks his head and licks the precome gathered at the tip, closing his eyes like he's savoring it. Fuck.

He takes the head into his mouth and sucks lightly, pulling a gasp from Steve's throat. He licks at the head like it's all he wants to be doing, like he has all the time in the world.

He swirls his tongue along the sensitive skin under the head that he was playing with earlier before he slides his mouth further down, taking more of his cock.

Steve reaches down and pushes a hand through Tommy's hair, cradling the back of his head.

Tommy pulls back and says, "You can, uh, you know. You can direct me or whatever."

"Yeah?" Steve asks. "Can you take the whole thing?"

Tommy nods and opens his mouth back up, so Steve guides him back onto his cock, moving him down his cock. He stops when he feels the resistance of Tommy's throat, just keeps him there, on the precipice of it, for a moment, the head of his cock almost in his throat. He can savor this too, the feeling of Tommy's throat opening for him.

Tommy relaxes his throat and lets Steve bully his cock further in until his nose is nestled in the coarse hair of his pubes. He's breathing shallowly through his nose and Steve can feel it tickling the hair there.

The feeling is heady, having his cock squeezed by Tommy's throat, the feeling of him swallowing around him making Steve ears ring, making his eyes cross.

He pulls him off his cock and lets him breathe for a second before he says, "Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?"

"I will," Tommy says, putting his mouth back on him, eager.

Steve puts both bands in Tommy's hair and plants his feet on the bed to fuck up into Tommy's mouth.

He drops his head back on the pillow beneath him and keeps shallowly fucking his mouth. It's warm and wet and his throat is tight around him whenever he pushes into it. He's close already, from Tommy touching him, from feeling Tommy's mouth wrapped around him, because it's Tommy making him feel like this.

He can feel his balls drawing up - they're so wet with Tommy's spit.

That thought alone - Tommy getting him all messy and sloppy with his spit - is what pushes him over the edge. He comes with his cock buried deep in Tommy's throat, feeling him swallow around him, trying not to choke on it all.

Tommy taps his hip and Steve drops his hips and hands back on the bed, letting Tommy pull back off his cock at his own pace. He laps at the sensitive head, cleaning him up, and Steve shudders through it.

He lets Tommy lick and kiss his dick until it gets to be too much, the sensitivity turning the stinging pleasure sharper. He puts a hand back in Tommy's hair and tugs and Tommy pulls away with a parting kiss to his cock.

He crawls back up and settles next to Steve, back in the same position this started in, while Steve catches his breath.

Steve looks over at Tommy, ready to return the favor with his hand, maybe his mouth, but Tommy's pants are undone, and his shirt is splattered with his come.

Tommy sees him looking and has the nerve to blush. He shrugs and says, "I came when you were fucking my throat."

"You like it that much?"

"Yeah, I like it," he says. "I suck Carol's strap a lot and that always gets me off so quickly."

Steve's brain goes offline for a second, the thought of Tommy on his knees for Carol making him cock twitch - her strap down his fucking throat, his hand shoved into his pants as he takes it.

"Jesus christ," he says, flinging his forearm over his eyes.

He hears Tommy get up, hears him opening and closing drawers, cleaning himself up and changing into clothes that aren't covered in his come. He stays laying there, thinking about what just happened, thinking about what Tommy said earlier: wait til you hear Carol.

Tommy climbs back onto the bed with Steve. He cleans Steve up, uses a wet wipe on his dick where the come and spit have started to dry down. It's an intimate feeling, Tommy handling him with such care, looking after him.

He must toss the wipe somewhere because his hand settles on Steve's stomach under his shirt when he's done cleaning him up. Christ, he's still wearing his shirt, Winnie-the-Pooh-ing it this whole time.

"Do you do this a lot? With other guys?" Steve asks, biting his lip. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he does want to hear what Carol would say if he was in her bed with both of them. He might want more than that, if he's being totally honest with himself.

He lowers his arm and looks over at Tommy.

Tommy strokes his hand over Steve's stomach, making him shiver a little. He shakes his head. "Not really. I mean, I have before. But not recently. And they were never really who I wanted to be doing it with, so-" He cuts himself off, looking away for the first time all night.

Oh.

"Oh," Steve says.

"Yeah, oh," Tommy says, still not looking at him.

Steve reaches over and cups his chin, turning him back towards him. He says, "I said I thought about the two of you sometimes, but I also just think about you sometimes."

"Oh," Tommy says, a smile spreading across his face, the blush returning.

He realizes throughout this all, they haven't even kissed. He realizes that he wants to - wants to feel Tommy's mouth against his, wants to taste his come on his tongue, wants to kiss him until they're panting and raring to go again.

"Yeah, oh," Steve says, leaning in.

#stommy #with a hint of future stomarol #stranger things #st fic #steve harrington #tommy hagan #happy birthday read!!! 💗💗💗

[decepti-thots]

Idw ProwlOp is already pretty cursed so I'd like to see if you could make it even more cursed 😆

RIGHT OKAY i am doing the cursed AU asks now!!! sorry, last night i felt ill and went to bed early in the end oop

prowlOP really IS just supremely cursed in itself, so let me think. okay. prowl pre-Shadowplay notices that orion is acting Weird and Shady about something and starts following him after work. he finds out that this is seemingly related to orion constantly meeting up with a random senator in just extremely suspicious-looking circumstances. (fellas. please. sitting conspicuously on the same park bench pretending not to be talking is not a good way to look incognito.) prowl is pretty disillusioned with the current state of things already, and so now he's like okay great orion's on the take and/or being blackmailed.

because he has a god complex and is nosy, he decides he needs to get to the bottom of this. his solution is that he will ingratiate himself into orion's good graces. somehow. he's not sure how you do this as normally he just tortures people into doing what he wants by threat of "if you don't do what i want i won't leave and you'll have to keep talking to me" at work.

anyway. he starts finding really shitty excuses to drop by orion's office randomly and just DESPERATELY tries to make charming small talk while there under extremely flimsy pretenses. his thought is that orion probably has very few people to confide in because everyone's a subordinate at work or not privy to sensitive information he has through work, so if prowl can force his way in as a Trusted Friend TM, he can get orion to confide in him about whatever shockwave has on him (or confess to bribery when prowl has a microphone on him, whichever).

orion eventually puts the awkward colleague who is very bad at saying his feelings bluntly out of his misery and is like "yes, prowl, we can go on a date after work". oops.

#prowl: shit. shit. i can't say no that's even BETTER than being his work friend for my plan #ask meme

[oneforthemunny]

Was inspired by a blurb by another blog ( @indouloureux ) about Eddie helping a reader with this scenario and thought it was entertaining: How each Eddie would respond to asking for help about struggling to pull your tampon out.

Modern!Eddie is an absolute simp and does not let her get embarrassed about anything and annoyingly says “It would be my honor🫡”

Mafia!Eddie is unfazed, man has seen more blood than he’d like to admit, but is lightly scolding you for not being careful, “Oh Kitten, need daddy’s help always.”

Older!Eddie is confused as to why you’re asking him, “Bunny, you know I’d do it, but my eyesight is terrible and I’d probably make it worse.”

Cowboy!Eddie would do it with just a small chuckle, “You’re one of a kind, sugar. Let’s get you sorted out.”

Dom!Eddie is slightly weirded out, not because it’s a period or vagina, but that something made for half the population is that tricky to use. “You’d think these scientists would figure something out for once, but noooo.”

Bartender!Eddie would help after you’d explain to him for five minutes that, yes, a tampon can get stuck and that it’s not an indicator of the size of your vagina, “Listen babe, you’re tight as fuck, that’s probably why- Okay fine do you have a better answer?”

Rockstar!Eddie would do it, but him and Nepotism Baby are married with multiple of the girls, so he is laughing. He pretends to think about it for a few minutes while she’s standing in the bathroom doorway mad as ever.

omfg this is a nightmare scenario but also so funny.

modern!eddie is on it!! you're freaking out and he's like "I got you" tries to get her to relax so he can get in there. "baby, I'll get it out, ok? just calm down. you're too tight." all sweet and coaxing. he gets it out eventually.

janitor!eddie would be similar, but she's so embarrassed to ask him. he hears her grunting and crying out in pain in the bathroom, so he's like??? you good?? and you're like frustrated and sobbing and hormonal, and he comes in to see you, foot on the counter mirror in one hand and tweezers in the other. "my tampon got stuck!!!" you wail, and he's ready to go. soothing and shushing so you'll relax, kneels down under you and gets it out.

mafia!eddie would be so unfazed by blood tbh. he's more effected by the hormones of a period than blood, doesn't think it's gross or whatever lame guys say. you get it stuck, and you're in the bath trying to like waterboard, flush it out and he's like??? here, let me. you're like "ed! be careful! don't push it back more!" and he's like I got it. pulls it out easily, like a bullet lol.

older!eddie bless him he's gotta put his readers on bc he can't see shit. wearing one of those headband type things with a light and his bifocals while you're just spread eagle in front of him.

cowboy!eddie is like.... what? not that he's like grossed out like he knows what a period is and it's natural, but he's horrified that... tampons get stuck??? they break???? he's sick at the thought of that. but he'd help you out. he's been inside animals before, unfortunately, so it's nothing he's not used to lmao.

dom!eddie would be in awe about 1) how far they had to go up your cooch 2) it broke?? like you would think they wouldn't want those things to break what the fuck. he's ranting the whole time. "whoever did this should be fucking guillotined because why would you make a shitty- I'm sorry sweetheart, I've almost got it- why would you-" "ed! shut up!" you grit, tears in your eyes. it feels much different that when he's normally inside of you.

bouncer!eddie has you hovering over his face so he can see in and try to get it out. "too tight, baby, I told you. got a grip reaper and look-" "eddie, shut the fuck up. that has nothing to do with this."

rockstar!eddie if it happened pre-babies would be disgusted. he would be gagging and she'd be bitching him out left and right, because he's being a fucking baby. then if it happened post babies and after they were married, he'd be cackling. probably say something gross like "and people wonder if you're still tight after six kids. gonna start telling them about this." "edward, I will fucking kill you. don't you dare tell anyone."

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #cowboy!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson

[supernovafics]

✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹. ✭・.・✫・゜・。.

pairing: ex-bestfriend!steve x fem!reader

word count: 804 words

warnings: none

series masterlist | last part — next part

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝ 𝒊 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆. ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Dear Steve, 

We had so much history and I threw it all away after that night. 

I didn't talk to you at all before I left, even though you tried so many times to come over. And when my parents would tell me that you were at the front door and asking for me, it was easy to use the excuse that I was way too busy packing to hang out or do anything with you; and they luckily didn’t think there was anything more to it. 

School wasn’t any different and I avoided you like the plague. Which was also kind of easy to do because our schedules were pretty different. 

I try not to regret a lot of things in my life, but I do truly regret how I pushed you away. It was a shitty move to pull, and now I really wish that we had just talked then. 

The day I left I was almost certain that that was when we’d have to talk to each other again because our parents would probably have some sort of long-winded goodbye with one another, and we’d be stuck awkwardly standing next to each other. 

But, you weren’t home when we left. 

My parents were surprised by that, and I just made up some lie about how we already said goodbye the night before. 

A part of me felt a little upset that you weren’t there, but I knew it was deserved. You not being there sealed the deal and confirmed my thoughts that we were no longer friends; which, after what I had been doing to you for the past couple of weeks before I left, made sense. 

But, I didn’t allow myself one moment to process that or feel truly sad about it all. Instead, when we got to California I immediately threw myself into school so that I could just forget about you and everything else that happened between us. 

It sucked having to be the new kid again, but the stress and nervousness I felt from that made it easy to make you a distant memory in my mind. 

I joined a bunch of clubs that pretty much resembled the ones I was in at Hawkins, except they also had a film club here which I, of course, had to join too. I made new friends that I really liked, and I even got a boyfriend that summer, some guy that had been in my English class. 

As much as it did hurt not being friends with you anymore, I convinced myself that maybe it was for the best. Because my life in California was good and it was normal, and everything was okay. 

We were coming up on almost a year of not talking to each other when I was forced to go back to Hawkins. Your mom was throwing this big party for your dad to celebrate some huge promotion he got, and my parents made us go. 

Inevitably, I knew that we would end up talking at some point during that night. However, I was still surprised when we finally did cross paths after about an hour. 

You asked me about California and I told you it was good; classes, clubs, boyfriend, etc. I think I also made some joke about how the heat there was slowly making me go insane and we awkwardly laughed at it. And then I asked you about how you were and how you and Nancy were doing, and you told me that you two had broken up, which I was honestly very surprised about. 

Of course, what happened last Christmas didn’t come up once. Now I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing because I could tell that we both kind of wanted to “clear the air.” 

But, we didn’t. 

The rest of the conversation was pretty surface level and it was like we were walking on eggshells while talking to each other and neither of us wanted to admit that. It was almost as if we were forcing this pretend version of things being “okay” with us, when they actually were far from it. 

It was after that party and on the flight back to California, that I finally realized that our friendship really was dead and that ever being able to go back to the way things were was no longer possible. 

And I know that may sound stupid because we hadn’t talked for almost a year, so, of course, that meant our friendship was dead. But, I have to admit there had been a small part of me that, during those long months where we hadn’t talked to each other, thought we could somehow pick back up where we left off whenever we did talk again. Because we were best friends. We knew the ins and outs of each other, so that had to happen, right?

It’s actually not completely surprising that I was wrong about that because I was wrong about so many things when it came to us. 

Sincerely,

Y/N

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

next part

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington series #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut