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sanatomis · 4 days

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 '𝐀𝐀𝐇'!

satoru is very determined to deep-throat your strap.

დ content. female!reader, use of strap-on (the words strap and cock are used interchangeably), sub!satoru x dom!reader, mommy kink, praise AND degredation kink, dacryphilia, satoru cums in his pants, mentions of pegging.

დ notes. im ovulating and wrote this in, like, a couple hours (which is SO fast for me) i'll probably be ashamed of it next week, but for now, enjoy <3

Satoru has a rather unusual way of relaxing. His preferred method is one of two things: either he buries his face completely into your pussy until it blocks out all possible noise surrounding him, or he makes himself gag and heave around your strap until all he can worry about is figuring out a proper way to breathe. Both ways clear his mind instantly.

For today, Satoru has chosen the latter.

Seeing him on his knees isn’t a sight you will ever get tired of, and it’s hard to grow used to a scene when its main actor looks so fucking cute. With his pink lips slightly jutted outwards to form a small pout, and with his baby blues all big and doe-y, and his mouth—his ridiculously big, and loud mouth—wide open for you. A soft, steady hymn of ‘aah’ escapes him as he waits; signalling that he needs it filled.

“Hm? What’s this?” You hum, a slightly mocking lilt to your voice. Gently, your hand cups his chin. It’s to make him look at you, to force him to look you in the eye while being so shameless. With your other hand, you teasingly prod the tip of the strap against Satoru’s lips, and earn yourself a soft whine in return. “You’re eager today, huh?”

Nothing save for a hum escapes him. He sniffs, and opens his mouth again. It seems he’s a little disappointed you opted for teasing him, rather than inserting the fake cock the way he wants to. He doesn’t throw a fit, however. Not so much as a peep comes out of him, nor does he try to suck on your strap all by himself. He’s upset, but still surprisingly well-behaved.

Ah. It clicks in your mind, then.

He wants to be your good boy tonight.

How adorable.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” you coo, unable to withhold the urge to dote over him when the realisation sets in. It’s okay, though, Satoru thoroughly adores it when you do so. He does so now, as well. His entire posture stands up straighter as soon as the words of affection pass your lips, and he lets a sound of contentment slip when one of your hands tangles into his hair. “Well, when you act so politely, how could I ever deny you?”

Satoru lets out a shaky sigh filled with anticipation, and opens his mouth even wider when you tap your strap against his soft lips. He doesn’t engulf it entirely, and merely sticks to licking its length from the tip to base. His saliva coats the toy, and quickly turns it into a slippery mess. Satoru laps at the underside of the shaft, his breathing starting to turn irregular as he feels its weight on his face. He plays with it, indulges himself—but never makes a move to suck on it fully. And with good reason.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you tell him, and your words rush straight down south. Satoru takes a sharp intake of breath as he feels himself harden. You play with his hair while he continues to slobber all around your strap, and gently tug on it to pull him away from it. He blinks up at you, a dazed, far-away look in his eyes. On the verge of being entirely drunk on you. “But I think you’ll look even prettier with my cock in your mouth, don’t you agree?”

For he is only allowed to do so, when you tell him to. Satoru nods, and swallows deeply. His position on the ground makes it easy to look up at you. “Yes, I—Please,” he stutters, and shifts on his knees. The palms of his hands are sweaty, and he curls them into fists as if it’ll make the dampness disappear. He clears his throat. “I’ve gotten better, I—I can take it all the way this time, I know I can, I—Hmph!”

Before he has a chance to realise it, Satoru’s mouth is nearly filled to the brim by your cock. He adapts quickly, the feeling having become second nature to him over time. He hums happily, gratefully, and a constant chorus of “thank you’s” graces your ears as he slowly but surely starts synchronising with your steady rhythm. Up, down, up, and down, and all over again. It’s slow, almost too slow, but Satoru knows you’re merely warming him up for what’s to come. His stomach flutters in excitement.

“Mhm,” you hum, tangling your fingers in his snowy white hair. The faint slurping sound is all that either of you hear; that, and the loud gags and grunts from your dearest boyfriend as he tries his absolute best to suck you off. “S just what you need, isn’t it, baby? Having your mouth stuffed after a long day?”

Satoru doesn’t show signs of response. He’s too occupied, too focused on the way your strap fills his mouth so perfectly. His spit is starting to drip down his chin, and he feels downright filthy, but if it were any different—he wouldn’t have nearly enjoyed it as much. He almost purrs when your digits start playing with his hair; almost, of course.

Briefly, and hastily, you give his hair a harsh tug; it makes him whine sharply around the silicone toy. “I asked you something.” Your voice temporarily snaps him out of his daze, the strictness in it making his own cock impossibly harder.

“M—Mhm!” Satoru hums quickly, giving a sign of acknowledgement. A sign of agreement. Because yes, this is what he needs after a long day. It’s all he’ll ever need.

You’re lenient with him today, as his quickly-muttered mumble is deemed as enough for now. His head gets pushed down again, and your cock hits the back of his throat. You push down, and down, and down—and Satoru lets you; no, he revels in it. Tears start to form in his eyes as he, as well as you, start to drive him further and further down the base. He’s starting to have trouble breathing, but he doesn’t want to stop.

None of your strap-ons, including the one he’s currently housing inside his mouth, are for beginners. And even though Satoru is far from a beginner, taking one from behind is infinitely easier for him than letting it glide all the way down his throat. This one in particular is so long, and so very thick. The corners of his mouth start to ache, and it feels as if the back of his throat is being abused—but still, he doesn’t stop.

He can’t stop. Not after he assured you that he could take you fully.

“There we go,” you say softly, your words of encouragement coming at the right time. He musters up some more strength, and wills himself to carry on. Your hand returns to the back of his head, but this time your touch is filled with delicateness. As if he is a porcelain doll that could break any second. It certainly feels that way at the moment. “You’re almost there, baby. Just a little further.”

You don’t need to push his head down, for he goes all by himself. Satoru frowns, mouth full of cock, and tries his very best to take all of you. He goes down, and down again, and even further down—his gags increase, they appear closer together now and still he refuses to pull himself off. And so, it falls on you to do so.

“Ngh!” A loud, petulant whine leaves his lips when you drag him away from your strap. Your fingers are tightly holding onto his hair, and you tug him backwards when he makes another attempt at sucking on the toy. The harsh administrations make him whimper, and Satoru’s eyes carry a sense of betrayal when he looks at you. “W—Why? Why did you. . .”

“Breathe,” you tell him sternly, and watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat upon hearing your tone. He’s panting; clearly upset and rattled, and still so fucking turned-on. “As much as I adore watching you choke on my cock, I don’t want you to die from it.”

Satoru grins. “It’d be a perfect way to go,” he says, and catches his breath while he can. The stupid, boyish smile that overtakes his pretty features is too charming for its own good—you fight it quickly by pulling on his hair again, and watch how it disappears and makes room for a wince instead. “Ah! O—Okay, okay.”

“You depraved little thing,” you sneer at him, and smile at the whine he lets out. Your face nears his as you lean down, and you come to a halt right in front of it. “I’ll stop right now if I have to. Maybe I should. It’s clear you don’t have what it takes, after all.”

Satoru’s eyes widen. “No! No! I—I can take it,” he pants, his previous defiance disappearing like snow underneath the sun. The mere prospect of being denied that which he so desperately wants is enough to subdue him. His thoughts are frazzled, and he’s all over the place, but one thing that he does know is that he needs to prove himself to you. “I’m sorry, don’t stop. I—I can do it, I swear!”

You fake a sigh of pity. “Can you, really? It doesn’t seem like it.”

“No, I can! I promise, I can!” He stammers. It’s clear he’s quite frantic at the thought of disappointing you, especially when he set out to do the exact opposite of that. You sigh again; he’s so cute. His gag reflex is atrocious, but, oh, he tries so very hard. “I can show you! Yes, I’ll show you. Please, please, please, can I show you, mommy?”

“Hmph,” you hum, and lovingly wipe a tear from his cheek. You hadn’t realised just how badly Satoru wanted your approval. Him calling you mommy highlights his desperation for you, and brings it to the forefront—as it usually only pops up when he really, really wants something from you. “Alright, then. Go on, baby, show mommy how good you can take her cock.”

Your words don’t need to be repeated. Satoru wraps his lips around your strap as soon as you’ve given him permission to do so once again. It’s still slick with his spit, and slides past his lips and down his throat so very easily. Small, muffled chants of “thank you, mommy,” are spoken by him, as best as he can with a mouth full of dick that is.

He’s still intensely focused on taking the entirety of your strap, though it seems his subconscious is still able to make time for other pressing matters. Satoru humps against your leg, seeking to stimulate his own cock while struggling to deep-throat yours. He’s so painfully hard—you can feel it, even through his pants. His tip is weeping, and it’s creating an obvious wet spot; the huge amount of pre-cum seeping through his boxers as well as the fabric of his pants. And all from sucking on your strap.

“You’re making such a mess, ‘toru,” you comment, a hint of delight to be found in your voice. Because you are, in fact, absolutely delighted to witness him in such a state. He’s acting like a damn teenager; like a virgin who’s about to cum in his pants without ever having been touched. “S’okay if you wanna act like a slut, sweetheart, but you better clean it up later, okay?”

The moan he lets out at your words is downright sinful. Satoru nods rapidly, trying to tell you that he understands without having to take your strap out of his mouth. When it becomes clear that you’re not going to reprimand him for it, he diligently continues. His tongue circles the tip of the fake cock, and he briefly sucks on it extra harshly to satiate his own desires—and then, once again, he attempts to go all the way down.

“A little further,” you coo, and continue pushing his head down your length. Satoru’s icy blue eyes remain focused on you, and you only—even when they fill to the brim with tears. “Almost there, my pretty baby.”

He gags, and has to remind himself to breathe through his nose. Almost there. Almost there. Noticing his determination, you decide to throw him a bone; Your leg inches forward, and it allows him to grind himself against it properly. His weeping cock finally welcomes some much needed friction, and Satoru moans around your strap. The sound is muffled, and warped, and still it’s like music to your ears.

“Just. . .a little more.”

Satoru doesn’t know if he has it in him. He’s breathing heavily, and looks up at you with tears freely flowing down his cheeks now. This is too much. It’s too much, but it’s also not enough—and he also wants more. And you end up giving him exactly that, as you push his head down the final inch.

A shiver goes down his spine when he realises, and a feeling of triumph settles within him; the entirety of your cock is in his mouth. His nose is near your pelvis, and it’s close enough to nudge against the black harness that you’re donned in. However, despite his dwindling air supply, Satoru still doesn’t move. He waits, and waits, and keeps your cock in the warm confinements of his throat.

He waits, until you decide to give him what he so desperately craves.

“There you go. Good boy, Satoru.”

The urge to unravel because of those words is too strong. The humping of your leg increases in rhythm, and his eyes start to roll back into his head. Satoru begins to choke around your length, and you quickly pull it out of his mouth because of that—the arrival of multiple telltale signs is enough to warn you about what’s to come. The toy connects to his lips through a string of saliva, and his back forms such a pretty arch for you when you hold him upright by his hair.

“G—Gonna, ah, cum,” he pants, and another tear falls down his cheek. He musters all his strength to look you in the eye. “Can I? Can I c—cum? Please, mommy, mommy, mommy, I—Ngh! Please.”

“You can,” you tell him. The relief is instantly visible on his face. He blinks rapidly, a multitude of tears falling down his cheeks this time. This is often the case with Satoru; once he starts crying, he can’t seem to stop. It’s okay, though, as he looks so very pretty when he cries. “You deserve it, pretty. You did so well, I’m very proud of you. Go ahead and cum for me.”

Strangled whines, choked whimpers, and something akin to a sob leaves his lips as he finally allows himself to let go. He nearly doubles over, and you wrap your arms around him to hold him up. Satoru’s chest heaves rapidly as he cums, as his seed spills from the tip of his cock in thick, long ropes. It’s warm, it’s so very hot—and he has half a mind to feel embarrassed about the stain forming in his boxers. Half a mind only, as he’s more focused on recovering from such an intense high.

His face rests on your thigh, and his fingers twitch at his side. Satoru pants, trying his very best to quickly catch his breath. The feeling of accomplishment washes over him; he’s so very happy that he made you proud. It makes the mess that clings to his body all worth it—a mess that’s present in more places than one, as both his face and pants must look ruined.

“Now, get on the bed.”

He freezes. Slowly, but surely, he brings his gaze back up to your face. There he blinks once, twice, and searches for any inkling that you might be joking. He finds none.

You cup his cheek, and grin. “I think you deserve a reward. You’ve lubed mommy's cock so very well, after all. . .It’ll slide right in.”

And despite his lack of recuperation, Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice.

#this had me tweaking while doing statistics homework #i need to get him pregnant so bad #do NOT tell me i cant; i don't need that negativity on my blog #ꕤ — sanatomis darling: gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru x reader smut #sub!satoru gojo x dom!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 4 months

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OKAY here is the completely nonserious percy jackson npmd au thats been taking up space in my brain for weeks now because it simply needs somewhere to go:

New campers-

Stephanie Lauter:

I'm not overcomplicating this one: Steph is a daughter of Aphrodite

Solomon Lauter saw the hottest woman at some party where he was campaigning, and he’s is nothing if not ‘passionate’ and successful (by design) so it worked out

As far as Steph knows until her teens her mom ran off on her dad when she was a baby, and that’s fine, she doesn't give a shit, she’s never looked into it

Until, when she’s sixteen (because somehow she’s made it this long) Grace Chasity starts a rumor, her dad sends her to Abstinence Camp and the monster in the woods chases her right into camp halfblood

She gets claimed pretty promptly and Is Not A Fan

She’s thinks it’s pretty sexist and conceited and stupid and problematic for a whileeeee and refuses to look into it any more than ‘pink and pretty and misogynistic’ which like, doesn’t go well for her but she’s nothing if not stubborn

She’s fluent in French because of her mom but she doesn’t know that until she gets to camp and is genuinely so pissed off that the one school subject she thought she was good at isn’t even on her own merit

She’s got some vague appearance manipulation stuff, and once she realizes she does she exclusively uses it to change her hair color and make her eyeliner look good

She’s probably like camp way more if she knew about it earlier but the combo of her had having kept it from her and who her mom is and all the stupid games/worship expectations piss her off and she bails on most of the events/training/campfires out of spite

She definitely uses some close up weapon like a dagger or short sword

Grace Chastity:

Grace is a daughter of Ares

(Her finding this out goes very poorly)

Im ngl i feel like somehow Ares ended up with Mark Chastity, I refuse to examine this thought but i think Mark Chastity had his first gay experience and woke up the next morning with a baby there somehow because Ares thought it would be hilarious and wanted to see what would happen

She gets chased to camp with Steph from Abstinence Camp and is fucking livid, the whole thing is insanely scareligious and ridiculous and everyone there is going to hell and she is so heated that Ares, once again thinking it’s really funny and slightly proud, claims her on the spot

Grace Chastity is out here with her sacreligious two gay dads

She really resents specifically who her dad is because in her head she is made for peace and love and spreading the word of god, she hates the idea of war or violence on principal, so she spends a lot of time at the strawberry fields or Pegusus stables because she does really like the flying horses :)

She refuses to take place in any camp activities or training and all her siblings hate her

At a certain point she’s able to harness a level of odikinesis (enhancing feelings of hatred and war) and it doesn’t go well

Chiron honestly is forcing her to stick around because he’s REALLY so very nervous about how the fuck it would go to have Grace loose on the mortal world right after she finds everything else

Her weapon is an axe

Obviously

AND THEN we’ve got the established campers-

Peter Spankoffski:

Okay so forgive me for my special little blorbo-fication of my guy but:

Pete’s a son of Nyx

He super fucking shouldn’t be, there aren’t demi-god children of Nyx, just monsters and minor gods, but him and Ted were kind of just… thought experiments? Like she was bored and very curious so she took a really shitty human and had a child with him (Ted) and then, in what Nyx’s head was barely any time at all but in human years was straight up 18 years, has another one (Pete)

Ted raises Pete for a couple years, but children of Nyx in general are just bad omens, and human children of Nyx who probably shouldn’t exist are no exception, so they get hunted down by monsters hard

Ted dies or disappears by the time Pete’s ten or eleven and he ends up at a camp

He’s a year round camper and lives in the hermes cabin because obviously Nyx doesn’t have a cabin (look okay i know that percy fixed that, but that bit of lore where any unclaimed or minor god children live at the hermes cabin is so fucked up and rife with angst and hurt/comfort potential is too much for me to resist so this is a universe where percy jackson does not exist)

His luck is horrible, like it’s a magical demigod ability how horrible his luck is and he’s well on his way to systematically having broken every single one of his bones one by one, they know him so well in the apollo cabin

NO ONE (and I mean NO ONE) likes him and he’s considered a camp wide jinx so he takes one for the team and personally exempts himself from any team events like capture the flag because no one is willing to have him on their side

A lot of newer campers generally assume he’s an Athena kid because he really enjoys learning/strategy/by-the-book stuff because it’s a lot easier than trying to get involved with the more dangerous athletic shit

Because his mom is the goddess of night he’s very into outer space

His weapon is a bow and arrow, but he’s pretty good with most range weapons/anything that he can calculate aim for

Ruth Fleming:

Ruth is a daughter of Demeter and she’s pissed about it

Her dad told her about being a demigod a couple years before she went to camp but he didn’t know who her mom was so she got very very into greek mythos and shit and was convinced she was a daughter of Athena or Aphrodite or someone else nine-year-old-girl-cool and was fucking devestated when it was the goddess of farming

Like, she’ll do all the things she’s expected to (helping in the strawberry fields, weeding, etc..) but she’s going to complain about it

She doesn’t even have any cool powers to go with it!!! it’s so unfair >:(

She’s also involved with the camp’s theater department and is convinced it’s rigged against her because of who her mom is in favor of Apollo and Dionysus kids (in fairness…. it probably is) which is why she’s always stuck on tech

She’s definitely got a crush of Richie’s dad

She’s a summer only camper for sure, monsters don’t hunt her down for any reason in particular or en mass so she can get away with it and fight off the ones that do, but she does kind of take offense to the fact that even monsters don't want her (even if they’d just kill her)

Her childhood greek mythology obsession carries over so she knows every dumb little detail about every myth and will bring it up unprompted

Her main weapon is just a celestial bronze sword but i feel like when she first got to camp at 12 she bribed a child of Iris to change the color of it so it looks like… rose gold lmao

Richie Lipschitz:

Richie is a son of Dionysus

And sure, okay, I know what you're thinking: that doesn’t really fit…?

But to that I say oh boy it does, just not for Richie

For his twin brother Trevor however–

Richie is kind of like the black sheep of his cabin, not that there is many of them, because his brother is perfectly cookie cutter what a Dionysis kid should be (he’s a theater kid, he throws good parties, he’s generally popular) and Richie is not

They both started camp at probably 10-ish, a little earlier than traditional because there were two of them which drew more monsters

His eyes are violet though which he thinks is very cool so he dyes his hair purple to match them

He sorta-kinda has chlorokinesis, specifically for grape and strawberry vines, which a. he also thinks is very cool, and b. he uses as an excuse to get out of training so he can hang out with Ruth

He's also really good at swimming and trying to work up the courage to ask his dad if he'd possibly be able to grant him the ability to turn into a dolphin but just like... only when he wanted tot and he could turn back

He really wishes his was an Apollo kid (though, obviously he’d never say that out loud) because of the artistic stuff, so he sort of just tries to gaslight everyone that because his dad is the god of the Arts that includes physical art like drawing so obviously that’s why he’s good at it

He’s a summer-only camper too but for the dumbest reason; their parents gave the twins a choice, but Trevor wanted to be able to go back to school to do school plays and Richie can’t watch anime at camp so they chose summer only

His weapon is just a normal sword but he’s campaigning to get a child of Hephaestus to make him a Katana

(They’re all three kind of outcasts in terms of their own godly parents, because Ruth and Richie don’t really fit the mold of ‘normal child of [blank]’ and Pete’s kind of just generally disliked because of his parentage, so they all sort of came together as friends out of necessity but now they’re just actually buddies and they hang out)

anyway who knows if ill do anything with this but its FUN and id love to talk about it forever they're just little demigod losers I love them

#npmd #percy jackon and the olympians #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #richie lipschitz #im THINKIN ABOUT THEM #id love to write something with them but we'll see if I can think of a full plot #pjo #nerdy prudes must die #starkid

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ghostbeam · 1 year

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600w, reader cuts their finger, one mention of blood dripping against the cutting board, inspired by how every time I chop anything I think about how Bakugou would murder me for how I hold things

“Hold you fingers right or I swear I’ll fly home right fucking now.”

Your boyfriend’s voice sounds over the phone as you continue to chop vegetables on the cutting board. With his eyebrows pinched together as he watches you through the phone screen, Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the blade of your knife coming entirely too close to your fingertips.

Sent on a mission out of town, the two of you had been FaceTiming every night for the past couple of days. With time zones, your boyfriend settles into bed around the time you start making dinner for yourself. It had been the perfect arrangement until he had to watch you wield a knife.

“You promise?” You tease, staring up at his worried face through the glow of your cellphone screen as you continue to chop up cabbage.

“You’re gonna cut yourself. I’m hanging up.” Katsuki says, voice stiff as he watches you.

“No you’re not.” You don’t stop chopping. Of course he’s not. He has to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“Move your fucking hand.”

“Oh my god, it’s fine, baby. I’m being careful.” You finally pause to look up at him. He’s moved to sit up in the hotel bed that he was previously lying against. His shoulders are tense and his lips are pursed. It makes you giggle.

“You’re very clearly not.” He clicks his tongue.

“I’m getting it done, aren’t I?” You speak, going back to the task at hand. He sighs over the phone.

“I’m serious.” You’re going to kill him. All he can do is sit and watch and wait for the inevitable. You mock him, stubbornly holding your hand in the way he’s told you time and time again not to.

“Ooh he’s serious—ow!” The blade of the knife comes down on the tip of your middle finger, a small gash opens and a drop of blood falls against your cutting board. You may have ruined dinner. You hear Katsuki curse.

“I fucking told you. Let me see.” He commands, sticking his face much closer to his phone than before.

“It’s fine! I’m fine!” You tell him, bringing your finger to your mouth and sucking on the open wound. Your boyfriends eyes widen at the action, running a hand through his hair.

“Fuck! I’m coming home!” He moves to get out of the bed, watching you through the screen. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you move to the sink on the other side of the counter. You’re at least washing the gash instead of getting the germs from your mouth all over it.

“Katsuki, it’s just a tiny cut!” You tell him over the sound of the water. He groans.

“No more cooking. I’m sending u money to order out. I’ve shown u so many times how to hold your hand when you’re chopping—“ He switches from to an app on his phone to send you money, transferring enough so that you can have dinner (and dessert for that matter) the whole rest of the week. “god, lemme see it.”

“Stop! Im okay! Im putting a bandaid on.” He watches you walk out of frame, likely looking for the band aid’s in the first aid kit in the bathroom. When you return, you’ve wrapped a patterned bandaid covered in stars around the tip of your finger, showing it off to him in the form of flipping him off. He rolls his eyes.

“My fucking stomach hurts. You stress me out.” He tells you, falling back into the bed and holding the phone above him.

“Katsuki.” He hears your voice over the phone. He moves his eyes to look at your face on the screen. You’re a little sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, and he can tell you’re tired from the day you’ve had. His face softens.

“What.” He speaks softly.

“I love you.” You smile.

“Love you too.” He says, “even though you can’t use a knife correctly.”

#this is NOT good #ummmmmm idk I have like a thousand drabbles in my notes rn #get it OUT of there!!!!!#going through it #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #tw blood #ghost.drabble #ghost.writes

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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omega cheerleader steve in his senior year of high school, walking up to the hidden table in the woods in his game day cheer outfit, looking for alpha eddie munson, local dealer. he asks for some weed, and eddie's like okay, thirty bucks. and steve's like oh no 😔 that's so much 🥺 i don't know if i can afford that 😏 but eddie's just sitting there like ???? aren't you rich???

and steve just. blinks at him for a second. tries again. 'oh man, i forgot my wallet, is there any other way i can pay you?' he says, biting his lip and looking up at eddie through his lashes in that way he KNOWS makes all the alphas go wild

'uh. no. come back when you have money man what are you talking about'

so steve sighs and completely drops the act like goddamn it munson im trying to get you to fuck me. and eddie's like oh. OH! why didn't you just ask then??? and steve blushes and looks away, mutters something about it not being what 'good omegas' do, and how he's so horny and eddie smells so fucking good with his chains and his rings and his tattoos steve's losing it

so they end up making out in the woods by the school, steve grinding down on eddie's lap with eddie's hand up his cheer skirt, both so far gone with lust that when they realise neither of them has a condom, steve just shrugs, tells eddie to pull out before he cums, because hawkins high values abstinence only sex education regardless of whether or not that works. so eddie bends steve over the table and slides in, and he gets so caught up in steve's pussy clenching around him when steve cums that he almost doesn't pull out in time, cum splashing against steve's still fluttering hole and absolutely drenching his entire pussy. but that's fine, he's pretty sure none of it actually got IN there, so they're good, right?

and they hook up another couple times after that, WITH a condom this time now that they know it's going to happen, and they enjoy each other's company so much that steve invites eddie to share his heat with him in a couple weeks. except. when the time comes, steve... isn't actually going into heat. which is fine, maybe it's just late. except, eddie points out that he's been pretty nauseous the past week or so, won't kiss him if eddie's been drinking coffee because he says the smell makes him wanna throw up. and now steve's panicking.

eddie calms him down, says there's no use freaking out if they don't know for sure. gets him a glass of water and a sandwich and tells him to finish them both while eddie runs to the nearest pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy test. the cashier glares at him when he checks out, severely judging the metalhead alpha buying like five male-omega pregnancy tests, but eddie barely even notices, head full of images of steve round with his pup, which yeah, he feels bad about given that steve is clearly freaking out. and he's ALSO kind of freaking out, because they're still in high school and he's a trailer trash drug dealer and absolutely not father material. but also. he likes steve so much. and thinking about being with him, having kids with him. it sounds so nice.

when he gets back to steve's house, steve has finished the glass of water but barely touched the sandwich. eddie hands the tests to him, reads the instructions out loud, stays in the bathroom while steve pees on the stick because the omega looked so lost and scared when eddie tried to give him some privacy. eddie distracts him by telling him about his latest campaign while they wait for the test to do its thing, and while steve is busy laughing about the tantrum gareth had thrown after the party spent two real life hours trying to open a door only to find out it wasn't locked in the first place, eddie quickly flips over the test.

there's two little pink lines. they're going to have a baby.

#steddie #i have fully Thought About the entire pregnancy but i suck at writing so if anyone else wants to do it 🥺🙏#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #obviously they get mated and have eight kids and live happily ever after

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vhstown · 7 months

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miles g morales ★ general headcanons

warnings: sort of angsty, mentions of his dad's death, money being tight and such 😞

a/n: hi my little piranhas im feeding you today say AHHHHHHHH.... all my random non-relationship miles g thoughts dumped into one! he has 6 lines but less is more right 😁 im okay i promi

Let me just geek out about his non-existent gear functions for a moment 😞 Miles is all about little modifications and improvement so when he messes around with his uncle's gear he decides to make some adjustments to the design and also the functionality. Has his own spin to all of his gear cause a part of him really wants to be like the superheroes he sees in comics with their own sort of persona. But of course it has to be functional so...!

All of his gear is coordinated and he has a mode where he can turn off all the lights for stealth and such! The lights are actually off most of the time but he puts them on to show off mostly or make himself known when he's bored of waiting.

A really cool function would be if he could redirect or offset his lights so when he's fighting in complete darkness he can easily confuse his enemies. Tends to scope out places and mess around with the power supplies — uses the occasional smoke bomb too. He's in his element in dark, maze-like places, which essentially makes Brooklyn his concrete playground.

Scarily good at lockpicking. Has broken into his own house multiple times from forgetting his keys. He can open most doors with simple tools and disable electronic locks with a little work.

Can I just mention his shoes as well... they're like the jumpy shoes from Subway Surfers you can't prove me wrong until the next movie comes out like— Okay no but seriously I imagine he can stick to surfaces and things and maybe they can propell him upwards? You see those glowing lights idk figure it out 😞

Also somebody (I have no idea who but here's the link to the original post) had a headcanon that he'd have a high auditory intelligence, so for a while, he spends time developing a voice modulator. He likely has one anyway to keep his identity a secret, but what he really wants to do is is create a device that can replicate other people's voices.

Because he's good with sound and physics he makes it work in no less than a few weeks. The first voice he tries is his uncle's and he says a bunch of dumbass stuff. (Aaron is a little annoyed but more proud of his nephew than anything.) Eventually it gets to the point where he can calibrate it with a couple clicks since he has such a good ear for frequencies and the like that deceiving villains is no trouble at all.

I think Aaron and Miles would still have that cool uncle and nephew relationship but its also a mentor and student one. While Miles is good at the tech stuff I think he's a pretty lousy fighter at the beginning and Aaron has to teach him a LOT.

Uncle Aaron probably used to fight for sport back in the day (boxing mayhaps? 😁) so a lot of Miles' technique stems from MMA due to its versatility (anything hand-to-hand at least.) Even then, most of the problem is being able to think quick and act quicker, so Miles goes through lots of practical training (so he's being chased by the Sinister Six from day one 😭) It's well worth it though because without the Spider-powers he has a lot of catching up to do.

While training with Aaron he's exposed to a lot of his old records and develops a taste for jazz. He comes to associate certain manoeuvres with the way the music goes, so he tends to hum to himself while casually knocking the wind out of people. His uncle finds it just a little creepy, but again, he's glad to see Miles coming along.

In fact, Aaron is relieved. His nephew had been reserved and was pretty much holed up in his own room for weeks after his dad passed. Of course the passing of Jefferson was hard on Aaron, but Miles has it even harder. Eventually, they decide to paint the mural together, and Miles lets Aaron know what's on his mind. He's always been close to his uncle but especially then spending time roaming the streets, painting, boxing and listening to old records was his lifeline.

Miles figures out his uncle is the Prowler before Aaron even lets him in on it. After seeing how determined his nephew his is, that's when it all started.

But with everything going on in his vigilante life, his normal life is something he has has to be careful not to fall behind on. At the age where college applications are coming up, Miles is driven to the bone with school, despite not actually being there half the time. Still, he's somehow averaging As and the occasional B, easily the top of his class in AP Physics and Calc.

He doesn't try to talk to people in school like he might've before, but he's not antisocial by any means (sometimes his bluntness is mistaken for talking back though 💀)

He's also the type of dude to do homework as soon as the teacher hands it out, because he knows he will not have time later (and to avoid all the night-before crises of freshman year.)

Rio is being pulled thin too, always covering shifts for her colleagues at the hospital just so she can have a little extra pay. She's been saving for Miles' birthday since his last one, always checks his clothes for holes or if they still fit, and makes sure there's something in the microwave if she can't be there for dinner. Rio makes sure he always has everything he needs, even while paying bills and rent. They're not struggling too much, but it's not like they can do whatever they want.

Despite that, they're managing; what she doesn't know is that the sigh of relief she breathes every month is because of him. Miles always makes sure to take care of his belongings, put in any cash he makes from his "part time job" into her account, just doing whatever he can to help. Also, he's become more and more protective of his mom, and he always takes the opportunity to do errands for her, especially when it's getting dark outside.

Miles is actually more paranoid than her when it comes to saving. Even when it's winter, and she tells him to turn on the heating whenever, you best believe he's throwing on his jacket in his own room and firming the cold. It's entirely unnecessary of course, but he can't shake the guilt when he feels the only reason his mom works so hard is because of him. They've moved twice already and there's no way they're moving again, so if the landlord gives them trouble he'll just give them hell (let's just hope it won't come to that.)

Miles learnt how to treat his own injuries from Rio. She taught him basic first aid at the very least, and on a couple of occasions he's tried to learn things himself with the clunky old first aid kit at home. Rio never asks why the stitch on one of their pillows is done with dental floss, and looks strangely like that of a suture (a very bad one at that.)

His Spanish also improved a lot too. After his dad's passing, he met a lot of relatives from his mom's side that he doesn't remember ever seeing before, but it encourages him to learn how to speak better. Long gone are the days of silently observing family drama over the phone — he has to keep up now, and he'll defend his mom cada día de la semana (even if she's somewhat embarrassed by it.) Essentially he's at that level of fluency where he can be rude without being rude 😭 (just saying some of the things his relatives say are NOT helpful.)

With all of this going on in his life, it's no surprise that sleep doesn't come easy. Or maybe it is, considering how much he works his body. Either way, he's left staring at the ceiling or curled up on his side most nights, the untouched toys and collectibles in his room to keep him company. Miles used to sleep at 8pm on the dot and wake up at 6; that was when things were good, and he didn't have his whole universe on his shoulders. All his bed is now is a place to collapse, and close his eyes until it's light outside. Most days, he's exhausted — bone-tired — but the most he gets is a light, forced, uncomfortable sleep. It's one in which he wakes up more tired than he was the night before, but he presses on, getting exercise in during the morning and trying to make breakfast for his mom because he knows a slice of toast is the most she'd bother to have.

And despite all that's changed since his dad has passed, Miles is still a kid. He has a thousand pictures from the time he went to Comic-con, a sketchbook full of drawings he never finishes, meticulously-organised playlists, college applications — all in the midst of a city that's falling apart at the seams as much as he is.

But he's okay, for now. As much as he can be.

"Keep your head up, son."

It's what his dad would've wanted, at the very least.

@phoenixinthefiles @qiupachups

hey 😊 "where's ain't no love part thre—" (GLASS SHATTERING NOISE) (CAT MRYEOWING) (BABY CRYING) (POLICE SIRENS) (WEE WOO WEE WOO)

forget miles IM being pulled thin ... half of this may or may not be projection... schrödingers headcanons anyone 😞 anyways ive been like busy. so . SOON! (lying in 4K)

reblogs appreciated!!! 😘 FIND MY MASTERLIST HERE and urrrr my 42 x reader headcanons here if you're interested ?

#miles g morales #miles gonzalo morales #prowler miles #miles g #42!miles headcanons #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles #42 miles morales #miles 42 #the prowler #atsv headcanons #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #vhstown

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greenfuls-secret-chambers · 1 year

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Warnings : Minors DNI, shameless smut

Reader is of legal age

1800+ words

Our Little Secret

Tripping over your feet, you successfully made your way past the crowd to the door of the bar.

It was Friday night, being the last few weeks of your third year of college , you and all of your friends decided to go out for a drink. Next thing you knew, one drink led to two, and two some how led to four.

You pushed past the heavy door, finding yourself leaning up against the building fishing in your pockets for your pack of cigarettes. Finding the pack you took one out and put it to your lips. You took out your lighter, tried to light the end but no luck.

“Well fuck, isn’t that just peachy.” You groaned

You looked around, scanning the figures around you, looking for someone who might be able to save you from your predicament. To your left you saw a man blowing smoke out of his nose.

“Hey would you mind? I need a light.” You pointed to your cigarette.

He looked up at your with green eyes and smiled. “Sure, no problem. I’ve been there a couple of times myself.” He stood up and put his hand around your cig to light it.

Holy shit, was this man TALL. Not only was he built like a damn giant, he was hot as fuck.

You stared at him in the pale moonlight, taking in his light brown hair, his bright green eyes, but also a scar that ran across his face. What you wouldn’t give to be under this mystery of a man.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare.” He smirked, as if he knew what you were thinking.

“I’m sorry!” You blushed, “My name is Y/N, thank you for the light.” You smiled, trying to not make things awkward.

“Oh yes Y/N Y/LN, I know of you, I’m Professor Remus Lupin, I teach world history at UCL.”

Your brain short circuited.

Im standing here smoking in front of a professor. NO I’m standing here drunk, smoking in front of a professor.

Worried about your image you moved your arm down by your side trying to hide your cigarette. You couldn’t afford to lose your scholarships.

Seeing you become uncomfortable he spoke,

“No need to be bashful, I’m not going to scold you for smoking. That would be hypocritical of me to do so.” He brought his hand up to his mouth and took a drag.

“Plus we are off of school grounds, so it can be our little secret.” He smirked

There it was again, that smirk was making your knees weak.

You finished your cigarette and flicked it away

“Well professor, the night is still young, I’m going back in and to grab another drink.”

“Mind if I come and join you? It is the weekend and I could use one. Grading all these exams are going to be the death of me.”

Feeling a little brave, you smiled, “Sure, since you helped me out with the light, just put yours on my tab.”

“Well I never say no to a free drink”

With that you walked through the door making your way to the bar taking a seat, Lupin following behind you.

The bartended made his way over to you, “Need another jack and coke?”

“Yes please, and could you put his on my tab?” You looked at Lupin.

“Cinnamon whiskey on the rocks.” He requested.

Within a couple of minutes your drinks were sat in front of you.

Lupin turned to look at you “For someone as sociable as you, I know you couldn’t of come alone.”

Oh shit your friends, you had completely forgotten about them. You looked around the bar, but no dice. “Well I didn’t, I guess they have already left for the night.” You looked down at your phone confirming your suspicions.

*Hey, I hope you’re alright! We waited for you to come back to the table, but Maria started to get sick so we took her back to Uni. Be safe! I’ll see you back at the dorm later*

…

An hour had past, you were now on your 6th drink of the night and you were feeling it. The night was going very well. The both of you were chatting up a storm, everything from what was going on at university to even some hobbies you both shared.

“.. and you know what,” Lupin spoke in between sips, “Professor Snape needs to have the huge stick removed from his ass, he is so insufferable to work with.”

You almost spit out your drink from laughing and lightly slapped him on the arm, “Imagine being one of his students, I have never in my life had a professor who is such a hard ass for no reason, I think that man just needs to get laid.” You giggled.

Lupin looked down at your hand, still on his arm and bit his lip. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

He looked up at you, taking in the sight. He hadn’t noticed early but you truly breathtaking. His eyes began to look you up and down, noticing a couple of your buttons at the top of your shirt had come undone. You skirt had rode up just slightly, giving him a view of your upper thigh.

You but your lip and quipped “You know Professor, it’s not polite to stare.”

“Y/N, no need for formalities, please call me Remus.” He replied, trying to take away from you catching him staring.

You smiled, noticing you still had your hand on his arm, you squeezed it ever so gently. This caused him to shift a little in his chair.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for another smoke.” You said trying to break the tension.

“I think you’re right.” He smiled

You both made your way outside, it had gotten a little colder which caused you to shiver.

Seeing this he asked, “I’m freezing, would you want to smoke in my car?”

Taking the opportunity not to go into hypothermic shock, as well as be alone with him, you happily agreed.

You both made your way to his car, getting into the passenger you could smell chocolate and warm spices. It was a nice change from the mustiness of the bar.

You both took out a cigarette. He lit his, waiting for him to hand you the lighter never came. He leaned over and lit your cig with his. His face only inches away from yours. Between the booze and his action, your cheeks turned red.

You both smoked in silence, stealing small glances while the other one wasn’t looking.

A few minutes went and you had both finished your smokes, flicking them out the window.

You checked your phone seeing it was almost 2am. “Well it’s getting rather late, I need to get back to the dorms soon.” You sighed.

Your hand reached for the door, but before you could open it, Remus grabbed onto your arm and pulled you over to him. Leaving you both inches away from each other’s face.

Staying in that position for what seemed like eternity, you closed the gap putting your lips to his.

He kissed you back immediately, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, begging to be let inside, you happy obliged and parted your lips slightly, allowing him access. You both fought for dominance, but in the end letting him win.

A few seconds later he moved his hand to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling you away to look at him.

This caused you to whimper. Your cheeks where flushed, and your eyes where slightly closed.

“Such a pretty girl, I was just waiting to get my hands on you.” He looked you up and down, taking in the sight before him. You skirt had rode all the way up, giving him a view of your black lace panties.

Wanting more you moaned out, “Professor please ..” Starting to rub your thighs together.

He smirked “Professor? I do recall telling you to call me by my first name.” He brought his other hand to your thighs and pushed them apart.

Taking his finger and rubbing them up your clothed slit, he lowly chuckled feeling the wetness.

“Oh I see. This little slut has a thing for getting fucked by a Professor huh? That’s quite naughty isn’t it Y/N?”

You couldn’t take it, he was turning you into a moaning mess.

“Professor Lupin, please don’t tease me, I need more.” You gasped out, grinding down on his hand.

“Exactly what I would expect from a whore like you, don’t worry my love, I’ll give you more.”

He pulled your panties over to the side and pushed two long fingers into you, immediately curling them.

With his other hand, he let go of your hair, almost causing you to lose your balance, to unbutton his pants. He pulls them down just enough to free his cock.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight. He was definitely larger than average and so thick. You have no idea how it was going to fit inside you.

He brought his hand up to your mouth and commanded, “Spit.”

You did as you were told and watch him bring his hand down to his cock, starting to stroke at the same speed he was thrusting his fingers.

He started to speed up both hands then completely stoped.

“Come here, I want you to get in my lap.”

Without hesitating you climbed over the middle console.

He slid down in his seat to give you more access. He pulled your panties back over to the side and slowly pushed you down on his cock.

“Professor Lupin, you’re stretching me out.” You moaned, bitting your lip.

He grunted as he buried himself completely to the hilt. “Y/N, you have such a tight little pussy.”

Without warning he started to thrust upward into you. Both of his hands ripped open your shirt, sending buttons flying all over his car.

He pulled your breast out of your bra and leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth.

His thrust started to become more rough causing you to grab on to his shoulders for more stability.

“Professor please, I want you to ruin my pussy, fuck me harder.” You cried out, begging.

He released your nipple from his mouth and grabbed the back of your neck pulling you close to him.

“If you keep squeezing around my cock like that, im going to make sure you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

And with that he sped up, thrusting into you at a speed you couldn’t even fathom , before you knew it your orgasm hit you like a train

“Fuck Remus, fill up my tight pussy.” You pleaded, riding out your orgasm.

With his name leaving your mouth he sped up.

“Y/N I’m so close my darling.” He groaned

Feeling you clench around him caused his movements to become uneven. With a final thrust he emptied inside of you, panting to catch his breath.

You both sat there, slumped in the driver seat. He brought his hand up to your cheek , taking his thumb ever so gently to rake across it.

#professor lupin x reader #smut #drinking #ciggerate #smoking #harry potter #remus x reader #remus lupin #mauraders #fanfic

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bro i was daydreaming of this and i wanna share it w you omg

ok imagine that toji and reader are hosting some sort of cookout or bbq or whatever. theres music playing, they invited a few of their friends and family and theyre just having a fun time. there are kids running around, ppl dancing, drinking, eating the whole shabang.

however, the reader is alone in the upstairs bathroom taking her third pregnancy test of the evening bc shes been having symptoms all week but she hasnt told toji. its not like she's upset - if anything shes overjoyed but she wants to make sure she is actually pregnant before she tells him. she doesnt know how he will react bc he already has baby megumi so maybe he wont want another kid but shes not like stressed over it, uno? she waits 2 minutes after peeing on the stick and its just suspense. like the music from downstairs is thumping, her heart is racing and the only thing homegirl can focus on is the slow drip of the faucet as she bounces her leg in anticipation. and once again the test is positive and atp shes crying tears of joy.

in the heat of the moment (idk how to say it), she grabs the tests and runs downstairs squeezing past guests, through to the backyard where more ppl are. theres tears streaming down her face, shes looking for her bf and when she spots him sitting at a table talking w his friends, she literally jumps toji, clutching the tests as she sobs.

he obv didnt notice what shes holding so he's like "sum wrong, kid?" and hes lowkey worried (ppl are looking over atp like why tf is this bitch crying). she just shows him the tests and she says "im pregnant toji, im pregnant omg, look😭" and when he sees the positive sign on the tests, he grabs her by the waist and spins her and ppl are cheering and stuff.

for the rest of the night the news spreads to all the guests and ppl are congratulating the couple as they leave one by one. there are still a few ppl around but most have left. toji and reader are still outside, her in his lap and its breezy outside and the moon is fully out now, casting soft moonlight over their features. hes saying sweet nothings into her ear as he holds her tight and they're making idle conversation abt what they're gonna do and what they're bby is gonna be like. stuff like "ilysm pretty girl. im so fucking happy, u know that?" or "i hope they have ur eyes, toji" and theyre both just watching toddler megumi inside watching tv (or whatever toddlers do idk) and theyre just so happy abt what the future holds for em 🤭🤷‍♀️

ew now that ive written this its lowkey embarrassing but what do u think😭☹️

:(( this is so cute nonnie

Ty so so much for sharing this with all of us 🫶🫶 and toji would be so so happy!! I have a feeling that he absolutely adores kids. He doesn't voice that out loud, but he's a sucker for Megumi and would do anything for his babies <33

#sweet anon!!#toji <3 #nonnie story <3

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kxmikomrade · 2 years

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hellooo! Not many people ever write for the promised neverland fandom especially the manga so may I request a Oliver x reader (any gender)? Just general relationship headcanons please, if you could then maybe how he or the reader confessed. I hope that it's not too much 😅 Feel free to decline though and take care Kim! 😊💞

✧˖࿐ Oliver Relationship hcs

Order: Caffe Latte, Medium serving ham sandwich Genre: Fluff with a grain of angst Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: Anon! Warnings/Genre: !MAJOR-ish TPN MANGA SPOILERS! mentions of d3ath i think, probably some swearing and dats it just pure FLUFF Waiter's Notes: Hello traveler! ^^ please take care of yourself aswell, i hope this order will give you energy! Authors Notes: I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW DIS REQ, also I haven't designed my materlist/req page for TPN since I keep on forgetting. I haven't read the manga in like 11 months? so he might be ooc. And i think when u said 'demon world' u meant the human world, if not, i could start all over again, no problemo. BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY! :dd

•HE'S BF MATERIAL

•Husband material too 😳

•Ur hella lucky to have his heart wrapped around your fingers

•You guys had feelings for eachother for awhile now (years actually)

•So when you guys arrived and settled in the human world, he took up all his courage and confessed to you

•In front of everyone 💀

•Gillian was so happy that she was screaming, crying- actually no, SOBBING her eyes off and clapping LOUD simultaneously.

•And you were really embarrassed and happy that he liked you back

•Gillian lowkey planning ur wedding already

•IF SHE HASNT ALREADY WHEN SHE FOUND OUT U BOTH LIKE EACHOTHER THAT IS

•When u got together, u guys are so cute istg

•Lucas crying from heaven and Yuugo patting his back

•Literally what every couple dreams to be

•ZACK TEASES YOU TWO SO MUCH

•GILLIAN TOO

•AND SOMETIMES U THREE GANG UP ON OLIVER

•poor oliver

•Since your flirty, oliver's face is often the same color of his hair streak

•Though most of ur pickup lines r bad, it still makes him flustered

•''I thought happiness starts with an 'H'?'' ''?? it is?'' ''Then why does mine start with u?''

•THOUGHHHH, when he starts getting used to them, he MIGHT comeback at u

•''Are you a camera? bcs when i look at u, i smile'' ''Good, your smile makes the sun jobless''

•I think he needs to work on some of his comeback lines

•His hugs r so warm, he's a human heater but BRO. his hands r SO COLD

•Big spoon, but i feel like he would be more of a switch bcs he also likes being held

•plus points for u bcs u get to play with his fluffy hair

•head kisses bro.

•it doesnt matter if ur taller than him, ur getting head kisses no matter what

•Also, i feel like u guys would adopt a cat together

•and name it Luca bcs :')

•SPEAKING OF LUCAS- hes so proud of u guys that he cries bcs of it also yuugo but hes too shy to admit it

•U guys visit their graves (made in the human world) every week or two and u have a moment of silence

•just talking to them in your minds bcs u know they can hear u

•its a comforting silence between u both bcs u know Olivers there and Oliver knows youre here

•OKAY ENOUGH OF THE SAD STUFF

•U call him so many nicknames but mostly alongside 'Ollie'

•He's basic and just sticks to ones like 'Love', 'Sweetheart', 'babe'

•bro im 100% sure his food is MMMM

•Like Gillian's jelly bcs u get to eat Ollie's food everyday

•He's the ultimate malewife but he can also be ur husband 😉

•wedding? yes.

(457)

THATS IT LMAO RAN OUT OF IDEAS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#[🗒️✏️]orderserved!#TPN x reader #the promised neverland #the promised neverland x reader #oliver x reader #tpn oliver x reader #tpn oliver

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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No Other Love - Chapter 1: Flight Risk

After weeks of ignoring her feelings for Suresh, Gemma was finally ready to admit to him that she wanted to get back together. With the Casa Amor recoupling in full swing, she never expected him to walk back into the villa with another girl.

🎵 Song 🎵: Flight Risk You'll never leave if I'm already gone...

Tag list: @katsie @future-mrs-suresh @litg-burnbook @0shewrites0 @bradybunch111 @whati390 @hi-im-karla @fujihime-litg @kunepie @differenttyphoonwerewolf @earlyevenings @pho3nixx67 @sienna2world @kikithegr8 @theesocialintrovert @iamgaryrennells @kiwi-tai @abecerra611 (let me know if you want to be added on to tag list)

Thank you to my girls 💖💖 @katsie @0shewrites0 for looking this through and editing my dumb mistakes and making it so much better than it was and @midnightscinema for the Suresh/Lulu date idea!!!

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Is this where our story ends? After everything he said before Casa Amor, this just can’t be the end.

Gemma looked down at her hands, absentmindedly playing with her gold ring, then stared off into the fire pit.

Can it?

She bit back the tears threatening to pour out of her green eyes. She wouldn’t let any of them see how utterly and completely broken she felt. No, broken couldn’t even begin to accurately describe the feeling of having your heart ripped out of your chest and tossed aside like it was worth nothing. Before they’d left for Casa, Suresh’s ultimatum had forced Gemma to come to terms with all of the feelings she’d long since buried and tried to ignore. And she hated how after all this time, after all the pain he’d caused her, how much she still loved him, even now as she watched him take his seat on the opposite end of the fire pit with Lulu by his side.

From the very first day, when he walked out to greet her by the pool and she saw those dizzying emerald eyes, her feelings for him rushed to the surface, washing over her in an uncomfortable wave. She tried everything she could to be strong, to not cave in to his many advances and false promises of having “changed.” She tried to flirt with the new guys, move on with someone new, but no one compared to him. They didn’t know that she couldn’t hear someone sing ‘Happy Birthday’ without tearing up, especially if it was her birthday. That despite being a horrible singer, she would sing as loud as her lungs would let her whenever she got the chance. That she hated driving and always begged him to, even though she knew he would never make her do something she didn’t want to do. Suresh knew all of that about her, and he loved her for it.

Loved. In the past. Not anymore.

“Babe, it’s your turn,” Kat said, nudging her forward. She sat nestled in Finn’s arms, looking happy, safe. All the things Gemma felt like she should be feeling right now.

Stick or Switch.

She stood up and took a deep breath. Should she stick with Alfie? The boy who she had tried to get to know, who she’d tried to move on from Suresh with, but somehow things just never felt right. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, there seemed to always be a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind that something was missing. He just wasn’t him. She looked at Johnny and Nicolas, both nervously standing off to the side. She’d barely gotten to know either of them in Casa Amor, something she now regretted. Again because of him. There was also the matter of Alfie kissing Kat and Gemma kissing Suresh. She knew she had no room to judge Alfie for what he’d done, but she also knew that both kisses had ended things for them before it even properly started. So she knew she only had one choice tonight.

Switch.

“Tonight I’m choosing to couple up with this boy because he has shown me that I can have more than what I’ve been offered. That I can have a fresh start with someone new. I’m excited to see where this chapter might take us, so the boy I’m coupling up with is…Nicolas.”

Both Dana and Kat looked at one another confused.

Nicolas sauntered over to Gemma quickly, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her in the air. He spun her around and pressed his lips onto hers. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, deepening the kiss. From the corner of her eye, she could see Suresh staring straight into the fire pit, eyes unblinking and not straying from the flames.

“Gems, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now,” Nicolas beamed at her.

She smiled at him as they sat down and waited for Alfie to return. She pressed her body close to his and he held her tight, keeping her safe from whatever outcome was about to unfold before them.

Nicolas squeezed her a little tighter when they heard the familiar sounds of heels on the villa floors before she saw Alfie confidently stroll back in with Meera.

This time it was much less painful, since she had no real feelings for Alfie.

She tried to listen to everyone’s excited chatter as they welcomed Meera back into the villa, but she couldn’t hear anything over her erratic heartbeat. She willed herself not to look over in Suresh’s direction, but there had always been an unexplained gravitational force that pulled them closer. As the islanders got up to say their goodbyes to Eddie and Johnny, Gemma noticed Suresh was still sitting, staring into the fire pit’s roaring flames like he had done earlier, frozen in place. Lulu grabbed his hand and nudged him out of his trance and he gave her a small smile, kissing her hand as a thank you. Gemma had lost count of how many times Suresh had kissed her hands like that, she had always loved that small gesture, one she had always thought was meant only for her. Even with Arlo he’d never shown her this side of him.

Does he actually like Lulu?

“I have to…uhm…” Her heart beat faster as she felt the tears pricking her eyes again. This time she knew she couldn’t hold them back for long. She had to get away, she couldn’t let them see her this way.

“I have to get out of here.”

“You okay?” Nicolas asked.

“Yes!” She plastered on the happiest smile she could manage. “I just need some air. I’ll be right back.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. Instead she turned on her heels and hurried towards the villa, the tears already streaming down her face before she even had a chance to step inside. She stumbled as she ran up the stairs towards the beach hut, the unwanted tears blurring her vision.

“I’ve lived with you and without you. And being without you doesn’t even compare. I want the wild, fun life that we used to have together. I know now that you’re the only girl for me.” She couldn’t stop the words from replaying in her mind over and over. The words he’d spoken to her before he’d left for Casa Amor. Did she miss something? Had she gotten something wrong?

How could he do this again? Why was he doing this again? After everything he had said before Casa Amor. How he wanted no one else, how he couldn’t picture his life without her. For him to then waltz back into the villa with Lulu, holding her hand and looking like he’d won a prize. Gemma heard the door click open, and quickly wiped her face clean of tears. When she looked up she saw Nicolas standing there. She tried, and failed, in giving him a smile. He gave her a soft one in return as he sat down next to her, leaving the door ajar. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's okay, Gem," he said soothingly. "You're all right, I've got you."

She buried her face into his chest, soaking his shirt in her tears. He wasn't the one she'd wanted to hold her, but he was the only one willing, and right now that was all she cared about. As he held her, just letting her cry, Gemma couldn’t help but wonder where Suresh was. Why wasn’t he the one holding her right now? Explaining himself? Explaining why he’d brought back someone new.

Was any of it real?

But all of those thoughts made her feel incredibly guilty, especially when another man was holding her, soothing her. Eventually she pulled away from him and used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears.

"Thank you, Nic," she said, then gestured to her face which she knew would be covered in smudged makeup. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess."

"Gem, you're anything but a mess," he said and wiped under her eyes with his thumbs. "You're absolutely stunning, you're whip smart, and so incredibly strong. What you've overcome since you came in here, what you continue to overcome, it astounds me. You astound me." He rested a hand on her knee, giving it a little squeeze. "A mess? No. You're a wonder, Gemma. You're special."

She forced her bottom lip to stop quivering, her heart tightened painfully at his words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, trying to convey how grateful she was.

She found solace in his chest once more, forcing herself to steady her breathing by listening to his.

“You’re so sweet, Nic,” she said, making him smile.

What neither of them saw was Suresh, watching them through the crack in the door, his jaw clenched. He stalked off, hands balled into fists at his sides.

Nicolas pulled away slightly, giving her a warm smile as he brushed her hair out of her face.

"Why don't we get ready for bed, yeah?"

"Yeah," Gemma nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Nicolas met Gemma outside of the dressing rooms, after she’d changed into pajamas and removed the rest of her makeup for the night.

“Wow,” he gushed.

“What?” she looked up at him confused.

“You look stunning.”

“Thanks Nic,” she blushed. “Come on, let's go to bed.”

He led the way, holding her hand, stealing glances at her every few steps. This was the exact distraction she needed right now. Because when he looked at her this way, she could forget for a second how broken and empty she felt inside. How this wasn’t the hand she wanted to hold. She searched the sea of beds for her new bed assignment, finding hers right next to his. She crawled into bed laying on her back not wanting to turn to her side and see anything happening two feet away.

“Hey…Gem…”

She turned over to face Nicolas. He looked a bit nervous like he was lost in thought.

“I just wanted to say…Thank you,” he paused and bit his lip anxiously before continuing. “I feel so lucky to be here with you. I know that I’m not your first choice tonight.”

“Nic-”

“Just let me finish, beautiful,” he smiled at her, cupping her face. “I know that I’m not your first choice tonight but I want you to give me the opportunity and the chance to prove to you why I should be. Suresh, Alfie, none of these guys see what I see in you. You’re special, Gemma. When it came to stick or twist I had already come to terms with leaving. Because if it wasn’t you who picked me to stay, then I would rather go.”

“Really?”

Nicolas edged closer to her, until their faces were inches from each other. He took her hand in his and looked deep into her eyes.

“You were the only one for me. From the first day I laid my eyes on you I knew I had to get to know you better. And the more I do, the more I like you.”

“Nic…”

“You don’t have to say anything right now, Gem. I just want this moment with you.”

He looked deeply into her eyes, leaning in gently and pressing his lips tentatively on hers. The kiss started off slow and languid, but soon his tongue was searching for hers desperately and his hands were roaming her body.

“Nic…”

“Sorry, I lost myself there a bit.” He blushed.

“Good night,” she murmured.

“Good night, beautiful.”

As her eyes fluttered open the next morning, the first person she saw was Suresh. In the middle of the night, they’d both turned and unknowingly faced each other in their respective beds. He was sleeping peacefully only inches away from her now. So close yet so far away. She watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, staring at his God-like body. She had always loved waking up before him and watching him sleep. There was a softness and a vulnerability that didn’t normally come out when he was awake.

Gemma had been so lost in thought she didn’t notice he had woken up and was staring back at her.

A small smirk touched his lips as her cheeks turned a bright crimson hue, evidence that she had been caught red-handed. He seemed to start to say something but before he was able to get a word out, Nicolas snaked an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him and kissed her cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

The moment was gone. Suresh rolled his eyes and turned over in bed, not wanting to witness this scene for a second longer than he had to.

She turned over to face Nicolas and gave him a small smile.

“Morning, Nicolas.”

“I was thinking I could whip us up some breakfast this morning. Maybe some avocado toast?”

“That sounds lovely. I can help you.”

“No, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As Nicolas walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen area, Gabi walked over to Suresh’s bed and nudged his shoulder.

“Suresh, I think it’s time we go for a chat.”

Suresh sat up in his bed and nodded begrudgingly.

“Okay, but I’d like Gemma to come too.” He turned to her on the bed next to him, his eyes locked on hers. “Gem, will you join us?”

“What? No, Suresh, I asked for a private chat with you.” Gabi looked like she was gonna stomp her foot in defiance. “I want to talk about what happened between us.”

Gemma ignored Gabi, looking at Suresh and his dizzying green eyes. This is what she had been wanting from him for so long. A proper explanation, the truth once and for all.

“Okay, Suresh, lead the way.”

Suresh led both girls up to the roof terrace, holding the door open for them to step outside first. Then he made a point of sitting closest to Gemma, their knees almost touching.

“I guess I should start since I owe both of you answers. Gem, I’m so sorry I never told you about the full extent of what happened between me and Gabi. But you have to understand that from my perspective it was just a fling, I never saw it as a serious relationship and I didn’t want to cause more harm and hurt you even more than I already had.”

“A fling? You call FIVE months a fling, Suresh?” Gabi snapped.

Suresh paused to collect his thoughts before continuing.

“I’m not trying to hurt you more than I know I already have. But Gab, we were never that serious. I only ever went to your apartment, you barely came to mine and when you did it was only after we’d been together for months. Did you never wonder why that was?”

She gave him a confused look but waited for him to continue.

“It was because of Gemma.”

“Me?” Gemma frowned. “What do you mean?”

He stared at her sea green eyes with a mixture of adoration and longing, while his fingers inched achingly close to her knee.

“For months I couldn’t take any of our pictures down. It just felt so…final. So I didn’t. It wasn’t until Simon came over one day and forced me to take them down.”

Gemma didn’t know what to think. When she first found out he had cheated on her, she had every intention of throwing away anything that reminded her of him. Their pictures, ticket stubs to concerts, and all of the many gifts he’d bought her over their year together. She had worked quickly and efficiently, dumping everything in a large cardboard box, overstuffing it to the point where it wouldn’t close. But when she walked to the front door of her flat she couldn’t turn the knob. She couldn’t throw their memories away. She’d hugged the box close, slid to the ground and cried. Eventually she’d picked herself off the floor and carried the box into her bedroom, putting it on a shelf in her closet.

“I-I know what you mean, Resh. I couldn’t get rid of your things either,” Gemma said as she stared at him.

“As much as I’m loving this trip down memory lane for you two, it’s not really about you, Gemma.” Gabi turned to look at Suresh with an exasperated look in her eyes. “Suresh, I asked you up here for answers for me, not to reminisce with your ex. Because a fling does not accurately describe what I was to you. You liked me, the way you acted around me wasn’t just a fling, even if we didn’t go on lavish trips around the world or fancy dates like you did with Gemma. There was something there. You took me to that lovely restaurant, but then I never heard from you again? Why?”

Suresh sighed and ran his large fingers through his hair.

“It was because of Gemma.” He noticed Gabi wince but he continued. “I saw her while we were having dinner. Before that night, I had been able to numb my feelings… I could pretend that I was okay. That I was over her. But that night…that night changed everything. I realized then that I’m still - I was still in love with her and I couldn’t continue seeing you.”

“Wait, what night was this?” Gemma asked, confused.

“You were out with your parents at Chez Louis. You looked so happy. I loved seeing you like that. Your parents seemed to be in a really good place too.”

“Yeah, they are,” she beamed at him.

“And this,” Gabi said, motioning to the two of them, “is exactly why I wanted to have a private conversation, Suresh.”

“I’m sorry. Gabi, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s not my intention here. You’re right, I did like you. You were fun to be around when I was in a dark place, you helped me out of that rut and I’m thankful for that. But Gabi, my feelings for you were never anywhere near what I feel for Gemma. Yes, it was a dick move to ghost you and I’m sorry for that. I should’ve ended things properly and I hope you’ll see this now as me ending things properly with you.”

“You’re losing out on the best thing you could’ve ever had,” Gabi snapped as she sauntered away from the roof terrace, slamming the door behind her.

Gemma snorted as she stared at the door. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Suresh.”

“I picked you once, didn’t I?”

“Now that was the best thing you ever did,” she retorted instinctively, then froze up as she realized what she'd said.

“Couldn’t agree with you more,” smirked Suresh, but before either of them had a chance to say anything else, Nicolas swung the roof terrace door open.

“Hey beautiful, thought you might need your caffeine,” he said, handing her a large iced coffee, exactly how she liked it. “Also wanted to let you know I just finished breakfast, I wasn't sure if you were done here since I saw Gabi go downstairs.”

Gemma looked at Suresh, uncertain of what to do.

“I uhm…”

**TEXT PING**

“I’ve got a text!” Lulu shouted from the kitchen below. “Oh my god! Suresh!! Where are you?”

“Hold up Lu, we’re coming right down,” Nicolas shouted over the side.

Gemma and Suresh looked at each other and he sighed.

“We’ll talk later?” Suresh asked.

Gemma looked at him and hesitated. There was still so much left to say. So many things she needed answers to. She needed more time with him. But what if they weren’t the ones she wanted?

“Please, Gem,” he whispered.

“Um…okay, maybe later. Let’s go Nic,” she said with her hand outstretched to him.

Nicolas interlaced his fingers with Gemma’s and led her away from the roof terrace downstairs to the kitchen, Suresh walking behind them. As soon as they stepped outside, Lulu squealed as she came running towards them.

“Babe! We’re going on a date!” She showed him the text, barely able to stand still.

“What!?” Kat snarled. “Finn and I have been coupled for weeks and you two get to go on a date. How is that fair?”

“You’ve already been on a date with Finn,” Dana pointed out.

“That one didn’t even count, it was early days! Urgh! Let’s go, Finn.” Kat grabbed Finn by the arm, leading him away to the loungers.

Lulu grabbed Suresh's hand and tugged. “Come on, babe, let’s go get ready!”

He gave her a charming smile and did as she asked. Gemma stared after them, her chest tightening as she begged for him to turn around.

If you still love me you’ll turn back and look at me. If you still love me you’ll turn back and look at me. If you still love me you’ll turn back and look at me.

Her breathing hitched slightly as a chill ran up her spine when he turned and glanced back at her, giving her a small smile.

#litg suresh #litg ex in the villa #love island the game #litg mc #litg s5 #litg #litg fanfiction #litg eitv #litg ff #litg season 5 #litg fanfic #litg gemma x suresh #litg gemma #exinthevilla #ex in the villa #love island the game: ex in the villa #no other love

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fineapplequeen · 10 months

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Mweheheh I just cooked up a sans oc like my life depended on it, he's absolutely fabulous (im bias) and traumatized (im cruel)

It's a bit of a read, 2,000 words just his backstory, but here he is :) Raw and his rave parasite

This follows a timeline where Sans is being guided by Gaster to become the next head scientist, being created by Gaster in the lab and told this was his purpose in life, to continue Gaster's legacy and work towards building a harvesting machine in the labs that could potentially harness the entire undergrounds magic and break the barrier.

At the time, Sans followed along, not knowing much about the underground, and quite shy when it came to those who visited the lab. The King would often visit, kinder and softer toned than Gaster, the King spoke of two children he had and offered Gaster to set up playdates with all the kids. Gaster found it irking that the King was meddling with his projects affairs but he allowed it, only in their down time for a couple hours every week.

Sans, a child at the time, was confused when the King guided them to the castle the first time, with Gaster following along. Life for Sans was work. All he knew was the walls of the lab and the cameras showing what was outside. It never occurred to him there was anything beyond the camera points- having thought they were each separate rooms enclosed like he was.

The ride up to the castle from the elevator was dull, Sans completely unsure of why they were doing a play date in the first place. Sans was technically 'in stripes' at the time, but he wasn't made to have friends.

Things began to change when he met the two children called Asriel and Chara.

At first they were simply annoying, and Sans had a hard time connecting to the two who were pranksters, running around and conjoined at the hip nearly as they masterfully planned their mischief- dragging Sans along for the ride.

He didn't get it. Not at first anyways. The jokes were always on nearby monsters, harmless, just to cause a silly reaction for them to laugh at. Sans stood by their side, feeling more like a babysitter than an accomplice. That changed the day the two told Sans of their new plan- to prank Gaster. It made him nervous, Gaster was a serious monster. The two children claimed he would find it funny though- and so Sans agreed, a small bubbling in his chest when they successfully pranked Gaster and for the first time- Sans laughed.

It was one of the more sillier pranks they've done and Sans helped with the height issue, using his magic to stick saran wrap to the door at Gaster's height. Seeing him walk through it and make such a face made Sans double over, the best part, Gaster didn't get mad like he thought he would. The King had come to check why all the children were laughing, chuckling when Gaster explained what had happened and they both had a laugh. From then on though, Sans never got over that high, finding himself doing little harmless pranks in the lab too- as long as it didn't interfere with work. Gaster seemed to tolerate it, for a little while, up until Sans took it into their work life too.

That's when Gaster had enough. For the first time since Sans was created, Sans got in trouble, grounded to his room for a couple of weeks, not able to work or play with his new found friends. It could have been worse- but for Sans, this was the worst. Seeing Gaster so disappointed, those enraged eyelights staring down at him, calling Sans outrageous and childish- but to Sans's defense, he was a child. He just learned how to have a smidge of fun for the first time but Gaster forbade any more pranks from then on, and lessened Sans's visits with his friends in order to work more.

Sans was told to study more, tasked with furthering himself for science while Gaster tested him at every turn.

It was just another week, a couple days after visiting Asriel and Chara that things took a sharp turn and Sans learned the meaning of loss. Both royal children died overnight.

Gaster and him both came to the funeral for the children, monsters shuffling to the castle in hoards to mourn the loss of two innocent lives. It was then, walking past the house they used to play in, down the halls of the castle, shuffling through golden doors to a longer hallway with stained glass windows, basking everyone in warm glows from Hotland, Sans felt something sneak inside of him.

It curled and nestled, warmer than anything he had ever felt, and it filled his thoughts, whispering to him, calling to him.

Judgment.

Gaster's grip on his shoulder tightened and Sans looked up, eyelights burning in gold and teal. Gaster looked down at him, and without a second thought, looked away, grip still as tight and face tense.

Sans looked forward, sockets large.

It was as if peering into the depths of Gaster's soul when they made eye contact, Sans had plummeted and emerged in milliseconds, and somehow knew everything about his creator in that time. Not everything, but his very status and what he was thinking. It was the same with any other monster he made eye contact with from there on out... and it scared him.

Things changed. Sans was given a gift, said the King. Passed down from the dead child Asriel, Sans was given the gift of Judgement... and he hated it.

Gaster was even tougher as the years passed. The King came by more often as The Queen had disappeared in her grief. Sans was taught everything by the two older monsters, from a Judge's job to being the next royal scientist.

It was overwhelming. It was soul shattering to most.

Sans was not most.

He grew up. Isolated, tired, sad. He stayed strong... and sometimes... sometimes, he left. He left the lab, wandering the quiet parts of the underground, watching the lives of those living and pulling pranks in the dark, watching the silly reactions of monsters, those never knowing that he was behind them. Sans grew stronger in those moments, and lonelier.

Gaster eventually found out. He always eventually figured things out when it came to Sans- it led to an explosive argument and for the first time in his life... Sans used his Judgment abilities on Gaster... and hurt him. Then. He ran away.

Sans ran. No goal in mind but to escape. He was fearful of the consequences despite now being an adult- Gaster was always able to make him feel as small and helpless as a child.

He ran where the light barely reached, where there were no cameras, a dark and damp place in waterfall where echo flowers didn't grow. There he sat, curled up small, trembling from using his Judge abilities- shaking from overpowering the royal scientist. He never knew it could be that easy to push back... and he didn't like how his soul felt afterwards.

Sans was too shaken up from the cold in his soul to feel the coiling around his leg, climbing up his arm- blinking slowly when it reached his neck and whispering to him.

Promises. Reassurances. Hope.

All he had to do was give in...

Sans blinked, his guard lowering. That's all it took.

A slippery being forced itself through his mouth as he tilted his head back, climbing through and assaulting his soul beneath his sternum- leaving sucker marks in its wake- but Sans' defensive rose.

Light poured through the area coming from all of his joints and through his skull- the creature that tried to take him over was melded to his soul, the tentacles coiling around it were unable to retract- as they were a part of it now... and the creature was stuck inside of Sans' skull.

A rave parasite, is what Sans found out it was called; when he woke up from the overuse of burning magic. It had charred him from the inside, his spine and ribs closest to his soul were cracked and blackened, and the creature was shaken up- able to feel what Sans was through their 'bond'. The creature gained emotions- more than it already had, and it gained morality, able to see bits of the past that Sans had lived, able to sense the emotions flowing through him. The creature apologized profusely and gave Sans the reasons why it did what it did, it needed a host and a soul to feed off of.

Neither was sure of what this meant for them...

Neither wanted to seek Gaster out to have him help with this... problem. So. The only logical thing the creature provided was for Sans to just leave. Find someone else who could help them seperate.

Sans was unsure about that until his soul began to buzz faintly- and a glowing rift opened next to them. It was a whole new world of possibilities... and a whole new experience of life itself as Sans opened the gigantic can of worms that was- the multiverse.

Life in the multiverse... was insane. Sans was smart though. He was not one to talk to strangers, unless being witty and laid back about how he went around gathering information. Except. Something was off. Monsters wouldn't look him in the eyes when he talked.

Eventually he figured it out when looking in a mirror. That was not his eye. He could still see out of both sockets- but that was not his eye- and his other... the other socket was dark but there was something... moving around in there...

It was the parasite.

Sans learned to live with it. He didn't like it but they would soon be separated so he pushed on... but the more he searched, he found the smartest in most multiverses to be Gaster- who he didn't want to interact with- nor did he want to interact with alternate versions of himself... he had managed to avoid them altogether.

The parasite found this amusing but didn't tell Sans why... and eventually Sans got tired of being called that name too. Every universe there it was again. Sans. The name Gaster gave him when he was made. Even in universes where Gaster wasn't present- Sans was. And they were smart. Smart enough to figure out they were being watched when the parasite and him risked willing to watch them for a bit to see if they were royal scientists or had any promises of being able to help their fused soul and tentacles... but they were dangerous too.

He no longer wanted the name of Sans, the longer his search continued. He didn't feel like he deserved the name, as silly as it was. He wasn't who he used to be... and he wasn't sure he could ever be that person again. So he came up with a new name for himself.

His name was Raw.

Raw was him and his parasite, the two bonded over the naming process in some dark corner of an alternate waterfall. Raw had begun to lose hope... a very vital thing that made up a monster- and the parasite noticed and offered a distraction.

Everyone needed outlets, everyone needed reasons to see through to the end, everyone needed fun and life experiences- and the parasite offered just the solution, making their soul feel giddy as it showed Raw how to look for a function called a rave.

They were loud. They were obnoxious. They were everything Gaster would have hated- and Raw had never felt more alive than when he went to his first rave- high on the symphony of happy, screaming souls and excitable bumpy music and flashing lights- bodies flailing around and loose, having fun, no one having a care in the world... Raw wished Chara and Asriel had a chance to do this- but they didn't. So he did in their stead. In the middle of searching for a way to seperate himself and the parasite- the two accidentally pushed themselves closer and bonded over their shared fun of these events.

Raw became a being filled with unsettling amounts of magic, fun, and hope. Is newfound joy- bringing that same excitement to new universes that had yet to experience the pure joy life could bring if you just let it. He and the parasite were inseparable, and they were both okay with this fact after a long while.

#undertale au #new sans who dis #he's got that dawg in him aka a parasite #i need to write him so bad #he's serious but oh so goofy #rave parasite #raw sans #rprs #myart

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Request for Tinytoy0

The night would still be young as the party continued in the lounging area. Bailey sitting at the bar as the music filled his ears. Letting it draw his attention as he took a swig from his drink. But drew elsewhere when a very lean guy sat next to him.

"Give me two glasses" they said to the bartender. Watching them walk away before looked towards Bailey. "What's up?" He said to him.

"Hey." Bailey responded.

"Never seen you around here, you must be new"

"Well, only partially new, been here for about a week. Though still getting my bearings" Bailey responded, taking another swig of his drink.

"I see, I see" the guy responded, the bartender arriving back with his drinks. Placing the two glasses in front of him, but moved the other slightly to the side. Hovering his hand over it before moving it over to Bailey. "Here, one on me." He offered.

Bailey was cautious at first as he looked at the glass, unsure to take it as held his in his hand. But shrugged the thought aside, it couldn't help to be courteous right? drinking the remaining liquid, he grabbed the extra one. "thanks." He said in response, toasting the cup to him before downing it in one go. But winced as he slammed it down. "God that stings."

"Like it, it's got my own special taste for it."

"When you certainly got your own taste, Are you trying to kill me?"

"Heavens no! Well at least not exactly. Just showing you a little about what this town's drinks have to offer." He responded Bailey starting to get up from his seat, but the guy's hand stopped him as he held his arm softly. "Wait, I didnt mean to overstep. But, how about I make it up to you."

"Oh? And how would you do that?"

"Oh I can do that in many ways. Some physically" he leaned closer to Bailey "or sexually."

Bailey was taking off guard by the suggestion as he stepped back from them. The hand pulling him back as a hand laid onto his pants. Making his bulge flex in its state, but clenched it in rage before placing a hand on their shoulder. "Why you litt-"

"Its a simple offer, you don't have to take it. However, I don't think you'll want to be so pent up. There are many sharks who like to take control that fire of yours."

"Control me? Fat chance, I'm a top. Im not one to ache in the knees like these other pups."

"Oh yeah? Well then.." The guy pressed closer "show me."

"Alright, I will!"

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A couple of minutes later, Bailey and his acquaintance made their way to the back room of the hotel. Stopping at a changing room as the two entered inside. Switching the lock to occupied to stray away any lookers.

"Argh!" The guy huffed, tossed over to the cushioned sofa as Bailey approached. "So strong."

"So you want me to show you what I can do? Then I hope that ass of yours is ready to use crutches" stepping forward, Bailey unfastened his pants hastenly as he threw his belt to the side. Throwing down his pants before aligning his cock forward. Ripping of theirs as he hoisted his jeans down to his ankles. But felt a little dizzy as he as he held his head in comfort. "Rrrngh.."

"Something the matter? Don't tell me your getting cold feet."

"Like hell I am!" Bailey barked, grabbing onto their thighs before gripping along his asscheeks. Spreading them to reveal his anus in the center. Sticking his ccok head against it as it pressed firmly into the orifice. Inserting it. He began to slowly gring into His waist. Sinking his cock into his hole as it began to widen. Letting it loosen a bit more before he pulled the shaft up to the tip. "You're gonna regret getting me pumped up. You-" As Bailey was about to speak, a pulse moved through his body as his body raced to the floor. The world around zooming upwards before being overshadowed by misty skin. "What the-" he muffled, beginning to fight against it as it hugged at his sides. The blubbery flesh smothering his words before the mounds squeezed together.

"Well that was easy, took a little bit longer than expected though.." the guy announced, feeling Bailey rub between lower part of his asscheeks. Getting up, he dusted himself off before stood up from the sofa.

"Mmm..mmph!" Bailey muffeled more, finally managing to pierce through the thick muscle muscle. "Gah-hah! What's going on. Why am I small!" He yelled, Struggling between the mounds as they bounce back from from his pushes. The earthy scent filling his nose as the hole underneath puckered at his feet. But was shocked when a pair of hands reached down from the sides of the giant ass. Prying them apart as he landed ontop of the sofa. Looking up to the half naked dude as he turned around to see him. " Wait a second..That drink you gave me..you drugged me!"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a drug..more of a potion."

"Potion?!"

"Now that the pleasantries are out the window, allow me to inteoduce myself. My name is Carlton, Dr. Carlton if you will. A scientist with a knack of messing with sizes. A pleasure to meet you."

"You're a scientist that messes with other people's sizes. You're sick in the head-grck!" A thumb pressed down on Bailey as it mushed him into the cushion.

"Mad, not sick. Not that it matters at this point. All of my greatest works are admired one way or another. As will you too after you partake in a few tests."

"Tests?" Bailey asked him, but received no response before a hand came down toward him. With little time to escape, he was hoisted up into a pinch as Carlton brought him to his waist. His free hand at his cock as he peeled back his foreskin. "hey! Hey! I didn't agree to be-mph!" Thrusted forward, his words were cut off as flesh raced towards him, the loose skin overlapping his body as he plunged into its embrace. Bumping into the pocket below, his face was smothered in sweat built up along the loose skin. Fingers beginning to prod at his legs to burrow him deep, the flap closing over his feet as the cockhead against him sealed his way out. His kicks knocking into the backside of the head to get free. But were blocked and absorbed into its fluffy sides.

"They always seem to try to have a say in the matter. But doesn't matter once I got them." Carlton finally spoke, poking at the bulge underneath his foreskin watching it wobble in place before a lump stretched out from it. Putting his cock back into his underwear as he put back on his pants. Making his way out the change room before heading out to his car. A little sway added to his step with the additional company stashed underneath.

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Making his way home, Carlton went into his room as he shut the door behind him. Pulling ooen a panel behind the door as he stepped inside. Leading him into a wide room, materials would be all over the place. Chemicals sat at the top of the shelf, some bubbling as fire torched into the flask. A computer resting along the table as it awaited to be used. But received no attention as Carlton walked towards the mats off in the distance. Drawing out his cock as he let his length droop off his pants.

"Grghgrgh! Mph! Mph!" Bailey's muffled voice echoed from within. The bulge bouncing up and around the skin as he felt a slight punch absorb into it.

"Calm down, calm down" Carlton said, unable to help himself from giggling from Bailey's efforts. Massaging over the lump to stimulate the flesh more. Beginning to grind the hood over his cockhead, before peeling it back slowly behind it. Stopping over the lump when arms emerged out from it. Slapping against tip as Bailey struggled to get free. "Hm hm" Carlton chuckled, rolling the foreskin back more to reveal the flesh inside.

"Mmph..nnn!..Gah" Bailey gasped, his head popping out from underneath the skin. His arms pushing at it to let the rest of him out. Plopping to the ground of the mat as he landed with a wet splat.

"Welcome to my lab my honorary lab rat. Make yourself at home."

"It's Bailey you jerk!" Bailey scorned, getting up from the damp spot on the floor. But struggled as the sticky surface from the foreskin stuck to him.

"Bailey.. right. Well Bailey, I hope you are ready for the test I have in stored. Your gonna be front and center for it all."

"Like hell I will! You tricked me into doing your sick offer, then you kinapped me, and now you want me to participate in your tests. No thank you!"

"Oh come now, I'm sure it wasn't that bad. You wanted to prove you're the top dog right? Well, you had your chance, but I wasn't quite convinced otherwise. Even before the shrinking. Besides, you look way more cuter than you were before. Like a new born ken doll brought to life." Carlton said.

Upon the response, Bailey foimd himself begin to fluster. His face becoming red as he quickly looked away. "I-I..I am not cute!"

"Sure you are.."Carlton added, taking off his shoes as he tossed them to the side. Leaving his socks on before stepping onto the mat. "but alas, I suppose all that barking you did before was all a bluff. Like rest of the littles puppies right?"

"You lousy-..No! Its not a bluff" Bailey retorted, stepping closer to Carlton as he stopped at his feet. "I am a top and nothing will change that! And if I have to have to get through you to get it, then I will!"

"Will you now? Is that a challenge?"

"You bet it is!"

"Heh." Lifting his foot, Carlton stepped over Bailey. Watching him wince down below before he moved further down the mat. Heading towards the far wall as he held onto a lever. "Alright Bailey, I'll bite." He agreed, flipping the lever as the room began to change. The walls spreading further apart as the mat began to extend. Traveling down the room as the equipment collected themselves into the walls. Stretching to the entrance ahead as a line drew over the floor.

"What the?" Bailey puzzled.

"Let's test that bite of yours top dog. If you can get across this mat and reach the door without me stomping you, I'll consider changing you back. But if I catch you.." He clicked on a button, a ray rising up from the table behind him. "Then I'm shrinking you more and will continue my tests. Do we have a deal?"

Bailey was hesitant as he looked at the ray. Choking on his words before he finally gave his answer. "Deal!"

"Then it's settled then.." Carlton stepped forward, raising his foot towards Bailey. "Let me be the first to start us off!"

"Ah crap!" Bailey yelled, leaping out the way before the foot crashed down. The mat turning from the impact as the wind carried him to the side. "That..was close." Bailey blurted to himself. But forced himself to focus as another foot lunged towards him. Instinctively rolling out the way as the heavy thud echoed next to him.

"Almost had you that time, you really are a nimble fellow." Carlton commented, raising his foot into the air. "But don't think I'll take it easy on you because of it!"

Bailey started to run as the foot crashed down. Hearing its boom echo behind him as he raced down the mat. Gazing at the door as the exit sign hovered above it. It seemed so far the path along the mat stretched out, But he had to make it there if he wanted to have his size back. Clenching his fists, he motivated himself to run faster. His feet kicking with all their might as they carried him along. But a foot cut their motion as a socked foot crashed in front of him. bumping into its side as he Looked up the leg to see another foot race toward him.

"Incoming!"

"Gah!" Bailey yelled again, hopping over the top of foot as he jumped a few inches ahead. The loud crash piercing the silence as he landed back on the mat. But couldn't catch his breath before he proceeded to waddle forward. The sounds of loud stomps echoing behind him. The line just within sight as he kicked his tired legs faster. "Almost there, almost there!"

"Wow you're quick one.." Carlton's voice boomed. A shadow casting overhead as he jumped ahead of Bailey. Crashing down in front of him before turning quickly. Lifting his foot up like a panel as he waited for him.

"No no no!" Bailey cursed, his feet tripping over themselves as he toppled forward. The foot in front of him lifting up higher as he planted against the heel. Bouncing to the floor as he laid there dazed. But refocused as the foot began to lower.

"Game." Carlton became to say, beginning to lower his foot.

"No."

"Set."

"No no no!"

**Thud** the foot came down as Bailey started to run. Fumbling to get up to his legs before the toes arched overhead. "Match." Carlton finally finished. Placing weight on his foot, he leaned into his knee. Looking at the flailing arms sticking out from underneath the fabric. "Ooh so close Bailey, you almost had it for a second there."

"Bastard..you cheated. Your size is bigger than me.."

"And yet, you still decided to challenge me." Carlton responded. ""And lost. Which means" He lifted his foot up a bit before pressing a button. The ray beginning to spark as its nozzle extended towards them. Lowering as it aimed at Bailey underneath. "Time to collect that size of yours."

"Wait! No, No noo!"

**zap!**

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After being shrunk down, Carlton continued with the rest of his tests he had planned for Bailey. Sitting along the couch as he watched Tv, a couple of fruit snacks in a bowl next to him. A string laced to the side of it, Bailey was tied on the other end. Pouting in his shrunken state as he gazed at the window. Stressed at the new size he missed seeing the clear sky outdoors. But even that was taken away as the wooden edge blocked his view. But looked back when a tug came along the string.

"Hey little bud, it's snack time again" Carlton announced. Bailey shuttering at his words before he turned toward the bowl. Picking one as he slumped his way towards the side of the couch. Carlton leaning down next to it as he smiled at Bailey.

"Aaah" he opened his mouth as he laid his tongue out like a welcome mat.

Bailey shuttered again the maw that aimed toward him. The hot breath washing over him as the old snacks he ate still remained. Making him fan at the air to comfort his nose.

"Coma un!" Carlton teased, flicking his tongue out to Bailey.

"Nrrgh." Bailey groaned, tossing the fruit snack onto the tongue. Its surface quickly coated with saliva left on it before it was flicked towards his gullet. The back of the tongue lifting up as the fruit snack disappeared. A light gulp signaling its descent before the tongue lowered down. A satisfying sigh coming from Carlton as his breath washed over him again.

Bailey fanned the air to comfort his nose again, but wasn't able to ease it before the mouth opened again.

"Another one" Carlton said. Bailey proceeding to get another as he held in his arms, tossing it inside as it bounced on the tongue. But muscle would lay flat as the fruit snack rolled back out. Landing at his feet before it retracted. "Uh-uh, no tossing. I want you to put it inside." Carlton said.

Bailey was confounded as he looked up at the giant scientist, looking at the fruit snack before he looked at his mouth. The throat dancing from its entrance as the uvula above swayed in place. "There is no way im doing that!" He thought himself. Taking a step back, but was pushed forward when a hand reached behind him.

"Now now, don't get cold feet. You're way too adorable just stand there like a deer in headlights. Buut if you want a little nudge.." carlton pushed his hand closer "I'm much more happy to-"

Bailey fanned at the hand behind him, swatting at the thick digits before moving ahead.

"hehe, alright then top dog.." Carlton replied, opening his mouth once more as he flicked the tip of his tongue imward. "Ruh hea" he pointed a finger inside.

Bailey wimced again as the maw opened toward him, but forced himself to shake it off as he carried the fruit snack in his hand. Moving closer to Carlton, he stepped upon the tongue. His body quaking from its sponge like surface as he tried to get his balance But they seemed to not register as each step slipped off the tongue. Tripping him as he landed along its center. The bit sized gummy landing in front of him as it rolled down the fold.

"A lita ma!" Carlton jumbled through his words, waving his tongue around to motivate the shrunken tiny. Bailey finally managing to get up when he grabbed one of his molars. Hoisting himself up into the mouth. Picking up the fruit snack, but didn't like holding it as its sides were drenched in drool. Making him hurry faster as he waddled up the tongue's length. Leaning over the fleshy hill as the throat gaped open. The muscle clenching with anticipation as it awaited its treat. Then, with a final push, Bailey through the treat into the tube. The back of the tongue rising over his hand before the rest of the tongue pushed him into the cieling. The mouth soon closing as Carlton began to move from the outside.

"Mmm-mmm" Carlton hummed to himself. Swallowing the fruit snack he was fed, but kept his tongue in place as he pinned Bailey inside. Folding the sides around him like a taco as he pounded at its sides. Turning off the Tv, he sat along the couch for a bit and toyed with him. Curling his tongue around before letting up the pressure. Pushing him along the side of the mouth and glossed Bailey onto his right cheek. Pressing him into the fleshy pocket before moving him over to the other. It was like rubbing around a sucker the more he thought about it. Sucking the air inside with a swift inhale. Letting the drool inside inside mix with Bailey before draining it into his cavern. He enjoyed the action, pressing softly at the bulge in his cheek as it pressed back. Bit soon drew his attention towards the door when it opened suddenly.

"Aaaa!" A yawn pierced the room. A broad figure coming from behind the door, stretching between the frames. "Is it the afternoon already? Hardly thought I'd wake up so soon." He said, making his way into the rest of the room. Stopping near the couch as Carlton sat at the far end. "Was wondering where you ran off too Carlton. Fishing for studs again?"

"Mor o les Terry.." Carltin replied, continuing to swish his tongue around. A kick soon extending out from the cheek.

"More of less huh? And what's that in your mouth?"

Carlton tilted his head up a bit before he opened his lips. Lifting his head up to the light above as it shined inside his clear white teeth that glistened in place. And in the center, Bailey as he was entangled underneath the sides of the tongue. But just as he fumbled to get to his knees, Carlton closed his mouth shortly after.

"I see, you went to the bar again." Terry said, shaking his head as he approached. "Wasn't that last one enough for you? Barley had enough time to play with them before you lost them."

Carlton swirled his mouth around as he adjusted himself along the couch. Holding his hand out in front of him before he spat out Bailey. "It wasn't that long. I just needed a little more time with them. It's not my fault that window was open now was it Mr. spring cleaner?"

"I'll spring clean your ass if you test me"

"Oh ho, will you now? With a lip like that you just might end up as my lab rat" Carlton responded, but was caught off guard when. They Jumped ontop of him.

"And if I do, im gonna make sure to blow you til the cows come home" he responded. The two of the looked at each other for a split moment as they gazed into each others eyes. But soon turned into a light kiss as the two locked their lips gently.

"God I love it when you say that" he said.

"You and me both ya stud" Carlton replied.

"So who's the squirt?" they replied.

"A little pick up I ran into on the way out the bar. Guy seemed pretty cute enough on the outside, so I decided to take them with me."

"Heh, you and your selected favorites. They're not teddy bears"

"True, but they sure act like one" Carlton responded. Holding up Bailey as he struggled in his palm. Rolling him down to his fingers before he dangled in mid air. "Besides, you think of them as side toys to get you off."

"Because they are. And they get you hard too"

"Pff, no they don't"

"Uh-huh. Well then how about I prove it to you, the one who blows first gets to cook breakfast."

"Breakfast? You cooking? Hah, now that I would love to see. Alright you're on!" Cartlon responded, the two of them making their way to the couch. Sitting down next to each as they pulled down their pants. Exposing their thick bulges, they each flexed with anticipation. Carlton soon holding up Bailey as he presented him to his boyfriend. "You're gonna have a part in our fun too bud." He announced. Holding him between the two of them.

Bailey fanned at the air as he yelled at the top of his lungs. Refusing to partake in their little activity as he flailed around. But his voice only came as squeaks to the two giants.

"Well he's certainly a fiesty one, I like that."

"you'll find he's got quite the kick. Now let's get down to the rules. We have a timer here that'll count how long it takes for one of us to get hard. The one with highest time, shall be the winner. Deal?"

"It's a deal. A feasible feat to say the least. Heh, for me." Terry said proudly.

"Well then hot stuff, you'll go first"

"Gladly" Terry said, plucking Bailey from his hands into his. Lowering him down to his crotch, he opened the waistband out a bit past his inner thigh. Letting his cock breath for a moment before hovering Bailey above it.

Bailey couldn't help but flail more in disagreement. Yelling at the tip of his lungs for their attention. Hoping they would reconsider as he caught a glimpse of the glistening skin down below him. But he received no response before the fingers around him dropped him inside. The waist band racing back to Terry as it snapped back in place. The fabric surrounding it wrapped back over his thick arch of the bulge inside. Bailey's outline on top of it as he spread eagled along the length of his shaft.

As his underwear snapped in place, Terry crossed his arms together. Letting his bulge do the work, he let it flex slowly on its own. Feeling Bailey wiggled around inside as the lump lifted into the fabric. "See? Nothing to it." He said proudly.

"Just wait til the time starts" Carlton replied, pressing the button on his phone. The time beginning to race as it began to climb. "And further more, just having him on your cock is child's play of pleasure. How about you put your money where your mouth is" Leaning down on Terry's hips, he grabbed at his crotch with his whole hand. Scrunching and turning it in place to soften up the surface. Moving Bailey along with it as he moved his fingers along his lump. Rotating around the shaft before pressing it into a pocket. Finishing, he retracted his hand, looking at the crotch for any sign of the little guy. But found nothing but light shift beneath the roundness of his balls. "There."

"Nnng! Alright..you called my bluff there" Terry admitted.

"Can't let you weasel out this bet." Carlton taunted, letting the timer tick away as he observed his boyfriend's process.

Meanwhile, Bailey would be in complete disarray within the confines of his prison. Skin pressed everywhere around him as its warm surface stick and peeled of of his body. The thick muscle of the cock at the top of his head, as it laid its weight into him. And the bulky balls beneath his feet, cushioning against him as they disrupted his balance along them. Refusing to give room as they shifting and morphed around his body. the two mushing together as Bailey wrestled with bits of pubic hairs that wrapped along his legs. "How is it that I'm the one to get into these scenarios!" Bailey cursed, Streching into the crotch to ease his legs. But was forced to crouch back as the weight increased. A grunt echoing from the outside, but couldn't see much past the dark fabric. "dang it, let me out already!" He yelled again, pushing into the cock once more to get there attention.

"Mmm..little guy's really putting some effort. Not bad." Terry respomded, watching below as bulges danced around his crotch. His cock beginning to stiffen as its outline slowly began to grow

"look's like its not the only thing putting in work. Is that pre I see?" Carlton pointed out to his underwear. A light wet stain trailing along the tip. "Time up!" He happily announced.

"What? No fair! We didn't say anything about signs!"

"The key word was "get hard". That means anything goes. But hey, you lasted 10 seconds at least. Congrats." Carlton teased, sticking his tongue out for a momemt, but stopped when Terry tackled into him.

"Is that so? Well then how about we even the playing field..." Terry announed.

There was bits of shuffling going on along the outside. The bulge beginning toss and turn, the cock above turning over to the left of Bailey's body. The balls moving themselves out from underneath as he backward into the cock underbelly. The pressure beginning to increase, and the space within becoming more cramped. Bailey wasn't having it, continuing to bat around at the walls.

The air inside getting musky as it made him and the skin around more humid. "Come on...let me out!" He yelled. Now resulting into bucking into the shaft. But only made it slouch more as it laid across his shoulder. The heavy pulse booming into his ear as its flexes pushed the side into his head. But just as he was about to hit it again, the fabric above opened.

Lowering down the cock like a curtain as the shaft sprang out from underneath. Bailey along with it as they landed against Terry's palm. "Ah..finally" He stressfully sighed, but soon widened his eyes as Carlton's crack presented himself to him. The smooth mounds jiggled to an abrupt halt before they started to lean back "oh no, oh no no no!" he started to panic. Beginning to wiggle around underneath the cock to get himself. Pushing against the foreskin that drooped over it as his hands slipped in and over surface. But to no avail.

"Hey, save that energy" Terry said. Clenching his fist around his cock to Correct. But he still kept going as his arms pounded at the cockhead. Stimulating the organ as it slowly began to grow. "Fine.." He finally conceded, pinching at Bailey's sides, lifting him up to the front of his cock.

Aligning him near the slit before proceeding push him into the lips. but were halted as the little guy held against the rim of the hole. Refusing to go inside as the slit pouted between his hands. But wasn't long before he gave way, stuffing Bailey's torso deep inside the hole. Leaving only his legs sticking out as he placed a thumb over him. "Its already hard as it to contain your wiggling, but I suppose that will do." He replied, corkscrewing his waist behind the lips to secure him.

"Sounds like my lab rat's giving you trouble." Carlton responded.

"And you're in even more trouble than he is.." He remarked, but grinned as he gripped at his cheeks. Prying them apart to reveal his tight hole in the middle"But don't worry, I'll fix that.."

"Ah great" Bailey cursed. "This is the last place I wanted to be! Grch..it's so sticky in here!" He pushed into the tube's walls to push himself out of the lips embrace, his hips bucking against as the lips to set him free. but to no avail, the slit held a tight grip on him. Clenching firmly as he slip deeper. The orifice puckering around his waist as it held him in place. He pounded at the walls to get Terry to release him. Listening to the Sound of them chatting behind the thick walls and churns that echoed from it. But vanished, the area soom beginning to move. Feeling pressure at his feet as he felt the lips tighten up to his ankles. Grinding soon filling the void as Terry began to grunt.

Outside, Terry commenced with his payback as he placed his cock inside Carlton. Lodging his shaft all the way to the base, he slowly began to move his hips in place. His light stride turning into a fast pace as his hips connected with his. "I hope you're ready." He said intimately, thrusting into him as he held his hands at his cheeks.

"Oh noo, Im starting to feel like I'm going to regret what I did" Carlton said playfully, leaning down along the couch as Terry pounded at his ass. A hand on his cheek as he focused on the feeling.

"We'll see if that mood changes when I fill you up" Terry retorted, grinding his body faster as his hips bounced against his rear. His body getting warm as his cock began to stiffen.

As the tension increased, Bailey was having trouble getting his balance. The grinds around him rocking his body up and down the tube. Dunking him into the pre that spilt inside as he became coated in its substance. "Peh!..mm..peh! God that's salty!" He pushed into the walls, spreading them with his hands as spat out droplets that touched his lips. But only barely before the walls began to harden. Forcing his hand to squish into him. The heat beginning to warm the shaft as the walls contracted closer. Hugging into his sides as their heavy pulse echoed into his ears once more. "Ah..come on" he gritted from his teeth. Prying at the walls with little space he had, but went nowhere as his hands slipped against the coated walls. Tucking against them as he was sandwiched between the walls. Forced to wriggle around as the pre began to collect inside the tube.

"mmm..it's getting a little loose back there" Carlton groaned, feeling Terry's cock slip in and out of his chamber. His hole wrapping the ring around his cock before widening out for the rest of its length.

"Good, because I'm hot and ready. And this little guy's making me harder" Terry grunted, feeling his shaft begin to swell as the fluid began to race. Bailey sinking deeper as his cock grew more tighter. Bucking his hips forward he locked hips with Carlton as his humps increased. Its light claps beginning to echo in the room as two got closer

As the grinding got faster, the walls contracted more as cum began to fillinto the urethra. Covering over Bailey's hands, it lubricated his hold on the walls as he started to slip up tube. The cum turning into wads as the sphincter above grew closer. "Grrgh! I don't know how much of this I can take!" Bailey gritted, holding on as best he could. the sphincter clenching and spilling more cum out from its lips. Refusing to find out what lied beyond it as he as he arched his fingers into between the tight folds of flesh. Receiving a moan from the outside before the walls drew him closer, the sphincter ahead now nipping at his hair. "I can't..hold on!" He struggled, doing his best to hold onto his grip. But grew tired, his limbs failing him as his energy loosened. Letting him slip deeper into the tube, the pucker beginning to gape to enter him inside. "No..No!" Bailey gritted, making eye contact with the sphincter. Watching his body inch closer as the hole blew salty air into his nostrils. Beginning to crown around his face as more cum expunged out from its depths. Pouring heavily into him as a puddle captivated over him. Climbing up his body as he was submerged in the seed. Forced to hold his breath, he was afraid he would as swam around. The walls keeping still despite his struggles, but soon found himself carried up the tube as they suddenly clenched. Racing towards the opening, the pink walls were replaced with white fluid. Carried off by the cum, Bailey fainted as its substance washed over him.

"Aaaah" The loud moan echoed in his ears, darkness soon taking over as his body disappeared.

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Several hours have passed since Bailey blacked out. The image of Tim's cock still filling his mind as he patted away the walls. But seemed relentless as they went nowhere. "Mmm..nnn" As the walls continued to raced, he noticed them starting to fade into darkness. Patting at them once more, but the texture felt different. It was soft, warm even. And..fluffy? Coming to, he was snapped back to reality as he arched himself up. "Gah!" He gasped, wakening up from his slumber. Finding himself laying on a soft bed, the sound of sizzling lingering off in the distance. "Was that a..dream?" He muttered to himself, having a slight headache as he held a hand to his forehead. But looked up when a shadow shifted overhead. Carlton hovering above as he gazed at Bailey.

"Well well, look who's finally up." He announced. "Did you sleep well?" He asked Bailey, still groggy as he sat up in his bed.

"Thought we lost you in there. Would have been ashame if we lost another one" Terry responded. Grabbing his plate of eggs and bacon before he sat at the table. "Bottom here really wanted you inside him. I guess you twohave that in common.

"Oh come on, I wanted to see what his limit was. Besides, it seems you enjoyed it most than I did. Releasing your load into me and all."

"Serves you right for testing me.."Terry responded. Spooning in a couple of eggs into his mouth.

"Rrr...I don't have the energy to deal with these two right now.." Bailey grumbled. But looked up as Carlton stood closer.

"We still got lots more planned for you later. You left quite the impression on me. So as thanks, I've agreed to keep you for as long as possible. Catch up on a few test I have to run." Carlton said.

"Don't forget your sexual duties. You're not living here for free afterall." Terry chimed in.

"Yes yes, that too. They'll be plenty of time for that. But first.."Cartlon reached into the glass room. Making Bailey wince as he braced himself to be grabbed. But only the sound of clanking greeted him as he looked ahead. A very small plate resting near the bed as it towered a bit. "You need rest and energy before we go again. A lab rat can't function otherwise."

Bailey was confused a bit as he looked at the plate of eggs he was given. Hesitant at first to inch closer to it as he looked cautiously at Carlton. But received a light pat from his finger before the giant figure moved away. Leaving him to observe the plate of food as he inched closer. Taking a piece of the egg as he chewed on the end of it. It was slightly soggy as it was freshly made. Its texture soft and warm, but a little salty along the surface. But despite its salted taste, it seemed rather good as Bailey kept eating. "Hmm..maybe it won't be too bad staying like this.." He muttered to himself. Continuing to eat his food. Looking at the two above as they chatted throughout the day.

#cock vore #shrink #musk

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satoruvt · 2 years

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couldn’t fake it if i tried

pairing → joshua hong x reader

genre → fluff babyyy, slice of life, canon compliant (?) ↳ tags: fashion stylist reader!, established relationship kind of not really, like established fwb? but also not because theres feelings, joshua being a tease as always, reader freaking out for a sec and shua being like “ok” LOL, what if instead of hoshi on the han river walk w/ josh it was U, cute shua, dating (?!), i love him so much guys. ohhh, a lot of hand holding, one kiss

song inspo → ohhh in my room by chance pena but the title comes from so far so good by eden!!!!!

warnings → none i think!

a/n → do u guys think i have too many shua fics im starting to think maybe i do. also this is a kind of sequel to crash and burn this time... not required to read but it’d be nice if you did :] some things will also make more sense if you know it!

“What are we doing out here?” You whisper to Joshua, trying to hide your face in the hood of your sweatshirt. He shrugs, skip in his step as he walks next to you.

“Walking,” is what he responds with, and you want to kill him.

To be honest, you aren’t even sure how you got out here with him. You aren’t sure how he’s gotten you to do anything, but since that first… encounter (your downfall, if you’re being honest) Joshua has made it very difficult to say no. You didn’t expect anything to come from this – you don’t know much about idols’ dating lives, but you know everything is best kept under wraps – but the morning after the first time Joshua asked for your number, and then he kept texting you…

(Normally you shrug it off, ghost them if they’re a little too persistent. But Joshua is just the right amount of charming and sweet and devious all at once, and you’re weak.)

It’s not like tonight is the first time you’ve ever done something with him. A couple weeks ago he came over to your apartment, take-out in hand. A few days after that he sent you a cheeky message asking for your fashion advice (and you know it’s your job, but still. You do not need to freak out over the way he was definitely flexing his arms in the mirror selcas he sent, trying to show you two different shirts he was considering for the day). You’ve called multiple times by now, and sometimes he’ll sit with you in your office while you work if he finishes his schedule early.

You’ve just… never been out with him. For good reason.

“What if someone sees us?” You hiss at him, tugging on his sleeve quickly. He stops and you turn him around, fussing about his hair. You try your best to tuck it into his cap, black strands sticking out everywhere.

“No one’s gonna see us,” Joshua says, holding your wrist to stop your micromanaging. You huff, making the tiniest mental note of how easily his hand wraps around your wrist. “It’s late, we’re fine.”

He lets go of your arm and starts walking again, and you have no choice but to follow him, catching up to his long stride. “You say that now, but soon enough Dispatch pictures are gonna come out and the caption is gonna be SEVENTEEN’s Joshua spotted on a late night date with mystery person!”

Joshua laughs, too loud for your comfort but too pretty for you to tell him to stop. Then he shrugs, hand brushing yours between the two of you. “I’m pretty sure both of us are old enough to date without needing permission.”

And he’s right, but still. You’re hesitant for so many reasons. Both of you are always so busy, and Joshua is famous, and the last relationship you had ended… bad. You’ve grown so comfortable with Joshua but you’ve grown comfortable in private, because neither of you deserve all the anxiety and stress.

You want it, though. You want Joshua. You want the title, and the confidence, and everything.

“Are we?” you ask, casting a gentle glance towards him. You can hear the Han River lap gently at the shore. “Dating?”

You feel a little embarrassed about asking like this instead of just being an adult and bringing it up literally any other time, but then again, maybe now is as good a time as any. The two of you walk slowly past a streetlight and it boldens your shadows, side by side.

“Do you want to be?” Joshua asks in return. You purse your lips.

“I asked you first.”

He snorts at you and you roll your eyes, but smile just the same. He stops the two of you on the walkway and tugs you (gentle, tender) to him so you’re face to face, hands clasped together in between your bodies. Your heart beats a little faster.

“I like you,” is what Joshua says, and when you meet his eyes they’re shining. “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

You try to ignore the absolute fire on your face, flushed like a high schooler at his confession. Crickets sing around you and the world is warm and Joshua is brighter than any stars you could hope to see under Seoul’s city lights. Words don’t find you.

“I like you too,” you say, because it sounds like enough. You hope he can’t see how flustered you are, hope the distant streetlight and your hood hides your embarrassment.

Joshua nods, smiles. “I know,” he says. You slap his hands away from yours and he laughs, refusing to let go of you, fingers intertwined tightly. He tugs you closer, closer. You don’t fight it. “Seriously, though. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You hum. “It’ll probably be hard, huh.”

“It won’t be easy,” Joshua confirms, scrunching his nose. You run your thumb over the back of his hand. “But I trust you. We can try, at least.”

It’s not blind optimism, and you’re grateful. You wonder why you spent so long thinking about it when he makes it seem so easy, and you trust him, too. Your heart practically sighs in your chest, and it’s not your fault you can’t hold yourself back from kissing him.

(Not this time, at least.)

Joshua smiles against your lips, one of his hands cupping the side of your face. It’s your own little world, filled with twinkling stars and the smell of summer air. He is warm and real and worth the risk, and you’re starting to think that maybe you are, too.

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luvjordie · 10 months

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Wet Part 2

Find Part One: here

Summary: Steve is dedicated to making things right with you, though he doesnt realize he wants to emerge as more than friends

Warnings: Cursing, use of y/n, implied f reader ( if i messed up w prnouns, same as last time PLS LET ME KNOW), unedited, shitty ending, fighting, alcohol use, unedited asf

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“Okay. We need to talk” Steve had a stern look on his face as he spoke to the girl in front of him.

“Do we though?” Not only was she making him nervous, but she was making the task impossibly difficult for him.

“Yes. I want to start with saying im so-“

“Youre sorry? Really Harrington, thats bullshit you just want to get in my pants” She said, oh so obviously holding back a laugh.

“Robin i swear to god.” Okay, In his defense, Robin did basically force him to participate in this practice argument with him.

“What? You we’re kind of a slut last time you saw her.” Ouch.. he thought. But it was true. Steve most definitely had not been known for his great reputation at ‘boyfriend’.

He was going to suggest that they try again, but before he could speak there was a slight tap on her window before Margo came tumbling into the room.

“BIRDIE! And Steve,” She glared over at him, “I think i left my drumsticks here yesterday, have you seen them? We kind of have a gig at Tommy Hagens pool party and the drummer just might need her drumsticks. Itd be kind of hard to back up Y/ns vocals if i didnt have them, I mean shes really good and has great projection, but she needs something to-“ If it wasnt obvious, Margo and Robin have the same rambling habit.

“Desk, ill be ready in a few. You going to Hagens party too Steven?” Robin asked, hopping off of her bed to help the latter in her search. She knew of Steves history of the boy, but she also knew that he wanted to be financially stable when he was older; and Steves father had made it pretty clear that if Steve cut off his connections, hed be left in the dust for real this time.

“Stop ‘full naming’ me asshole. But yeah I kinda have to. Didnt know you guys had a gig there, though .”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.,” Margo shrugged, but her and Robin gave each other a look that low key freaked Steve out, “Just hurry and go get ready and uh remember what we talked about. Thank you for m’ sticks Birdie, Im out.” Margo kissed Robin on the cheek, and crawled back out of the window less than elegantly. Who was going to tell her Robins parents were out on a couples retreat this week, and that there was no need to crawl out of the window? Not him thats for sure- No fucking way willingly hed sit through another five minutes of their sickening cuteness.

“You should go now too Dingus, party remember? Go get dressed, pick me up in an hour. Well go, have fun, get drunk, talk to Y/n/n. You know like in the good old days” She smiled, like she was up to something, pushing him out of the room slightly.

“The good old days? Really?” Steve was mildly unamused, but left the house all the same. Maybe getting a drink or two in him wouldnt be all that bad, Tommys parties were usually unorganized and chaotic, so he might not even run into Y/n. You know, when shes not on the big ass stage he knows Tommy rented, “just for her.”

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“Margs have you seen my glasses?” You called down from the stage, while Margo maneuvered herself around the few people that arrived early, in search of a beer, or like a caprisun or something. She had range.

“Gave em to Ajax” She yelled, still searching. Before you could turn around and look for the bassist, the glasses flew at you like a paper airplane. You were just barely able to catch them.

“Told you i could throw them up there, you immature ass.” Ajax muttered to Jonathan.

“I wasnt doubting you, dickwad. It was a statement.” Jonathan seemed to enjoy going to the parties where there would be a band playing, especially yours. Anyone else would think he just goes to get a glimpse up your skirt, but to anyone that knew him, it was clear he wanted practice for his future job of photographing rock bands. It was a diverse group of people you hung out with, really.

“Hey Henderson!” You looked up to see Tommy Hagen, the one throwing this party, waving at you from atop the diving board. Once you two made eye contact, he tried- really tried- to impress you with a jump. And it wouldve worked, if when he was about to jump in, a football didnt hit him in the ribs.

“OH SHIT-“ You exclaimed through a laugh, still glad to see that Tommy was able to resurface without needing CPR from Jason Carver.

“Oops-“ Ajax mumbled, as he and Jonathan slinked away together, laughing under their breaths. You shook your head in amusement, before placing the glasses on your head, and bending down to finish setting up the amps.

In no way were you into Tommy Hagen. He was an asshole, and it was pretty obvious that he thought of you as an accomplishment to add to his mental trophy case. Though, itd been a while since someone tried to impress you like that. Not who I wanted to have jumped into a 8 foot pool for me today. You thought, nearly laughing out loud at your own thoughts. HAH, scratch that. I bet he doesnt even remember we dated.

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“We’re late because of you, i hope you know that” Steve mumbled at the girl who was currently holding onto his arm for dear life. Robin enjoyed coming to these things sure, but she needed someone to hold onto in these crowds.

“Its not my fault, I swear. It was in my little green notebook except i think i left it in my overalls at my dad’s house, but the overalls were in my closet at my moms house so i was really really confused and then you came and i didn’t- HEY MARGO! Later Dingus.” Robins rant this time was about how they were thirty minutes late because she couldnt find the paper she wrote Margos favorite color down on. Sickening cuteness, he thought to himself.

Steve looked over at the stage that had been set up in the Hagens massive backyard, to see Ajax up there tuning his bass guitar, and Margo was off somewhere with Robin, but he couldnt see you anywhere. You know, until he did.

You were off by the punch bowl, looking slightly uncomfortable, in the way that nobody but someone whos memorized the way you smile when youre happy would notice. With Tommy Hagen.

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“Oh yeah, I mean, I leave sometime next week, so i dont think ill be able to make it.” You murmured, slightly annoyed that he wasnt getting the hint. Or that he didnt want to.

“Oh well thats alright princess,” you winced slightly at the nickname, “We can move it to tomorrow if youre free.” He smiled widely, raising his eyebrows as he waited for your response. Before you could turn him down, he spoke again. “Well look who showed, Steve Harrington, everybody. Did you know he was gonna be here princess? I didnt think hed actually show, you know hes kind of a wuss.” Tommy spoke loudly as Steve approached him, in an attempt to draw a crowd. One that worked.

“Oh come on, Tommy knock it off.” You said, trying to dissipate the situation before anyone did anything stupid. Steve and Tommy didnt have the greatest track record when it came to these things.

“Shut it, Hagen. Youre making her uncomfortable, knock it the hell off.” Steve said sternly, stopping a few feet from Tommy.

“Oh and you would know? I mean you guys dated for what a few months, before you dropped her for little miss perfect. Come on man you barely even know the girl, let alone what makes her uncomfortable. Hell i bet you dont even know what makes her comfortable, you know what really riles her up. Do ya Harr-“

Oh my fucking god.

“STOP GUYS STOP WHAT THE HELL- STEVE GET OFF OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK” You were yelling before you could even process what was going on. Steve was beating the absolute shit out of Tommy.

“DINGUS GET OFF OF HIM JESUS CHRIST” Now Robin was joined in on your yelling, along with the majority of the partygoers chanting ‘Fight Fight Fight’ or the occasional ‘Beat his ass Tommy’ and ‘Fuck him up Harrington.’

What the hell did he think he was trying to accomplish here

It wasnt long before the fight was broken up, Steve winning by a long shot, though he was definitely fucked up. You couldnt help the pang of pride you felt for him in your chest though, because according to Dustin filling you in on everything you missed upside down wise, this was the first fight hes won against a human since Starcourt.

It was still a pain in the ass to drag him to your car.

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Steve woke up to the soft sound of strumming in the next room over. He wasnt really sure of what the hell was going on, until he tried to stand up, and was hit with a horrible pounding in his head, and suddenly all his wounds felt fresh again. Though, technically they were still fresh . It had only been forty five minutes.

He kept a hand on his head, because he felt it was the only thing keeping him from passing out, and padded his way out of his room and into the guest room.

There, he found you singing.

‘You adored me before, oh my good looking boy.’ You sung, softly strumming, while still blissfully unaware Steve had woken up.

You were still wearing the makeup from earlier, purples and navy blues covering your face, to match the bands theme. Your hair was still styled like how it was in the video from the other day. You looked beautiful. Even if you were so clearly stressed out by Steves actions.

‘The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it AGH-“ Now you were aware of his presence. Steve winced at the loud noise, and you apologized quietly, placing your guitar on the guest bed.

“Did i wake you up?” You asked looking up at him as he stood against the door frame, still cradling his head with one hand.

“No, no, you didnt. Woke up on m’ own” He mumbled.

“Good. Now i get to me mad. What the hell were you thinking earlier Steve. That was fucking stupid, Tommy couldve gotten seriously injured, and so could you.” You scolded, grabbing his wrist harshly and dragged him to the bathroom.

“He was being a dick, he deserved it.” He said, as you pushed him against the counter until he got the hint to sit down.

“Move your legs really quick… And youve been a total dick recently, I havent beat the shit out of you.” You reached under the sink for the first aid kit, before standing back up and placing it on the counter next to Steves thigh.

“What do you mean Ive been a dick?” His eyebrows scrunched together when you started laughing. Because of course hed been a dick. Itd been four years, and he was still ignoring you like a twelve year old.

“Okay, okay, that was my bad. I have been a dick.”

“Clearly.” You smiled sweetly at him, before using the towel youd wet as you spoke to wipe the dry blood off of his face.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yeah. Go ahead” He was thinking you were just going to ask what he was thinking when he hit Tommy, or something along those lines. Definitely not,

“Why did you break up with me?” He looked at you, straight into your eyes. He could tell, just by looking at you, that you were just curious. No tears, no annoyance, just pure curiosity.

“Honestly?,” You nodded slowly, “I couldnt deal. I mean I wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the century back then. You made me feel.. Light? In a way. Like I didnt have to worry about graduating, or getting a shitty job working for my dad, hell or even what people thought about me. I mean, my girlfriend was going to be a rockstar, “He smiled at you, “But i couldnt go through with it. None of it. I guess I was scared, and Nancy was the safest option, you know? Little miss perfect, is that was Tommy said? Yeah thats what I thought back then too. Its stupid i know, but it was safe.” Steve was looking at you, and the small smile on your face, and he couldnt help but laugh a little. “What-“ He laughed a little more, causing you to join in.

“Wait can i- sorry- Can i clean your cuts first? So you dont double hate me after this?” You said through a fit of laughter, reaching for the first aid kit again.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” He said, calming down a little in anticipation for the pain.

“Sorry sorry sorry-“ You said as he hissed in pain, eyes closed, with his head leaning into your hand.

“Its all good. ‘S all goodd” He said, looking up at you once more.

“Anyway. I was laughing because youre a total fucking idiot, Steve Harrington. I mean you just beat up Tommy Hagen at his own party, halfway through one of my gigs. Youre still best friends with my little brother, despite avoiding me for the last four years, and youve yet to try and embarrass me for writing songs about you. Youve changed Steve. Its freaky, if im being honest”

“You write songs about me?” He asked. Robin had told him that youd done it before, but he always just assumed they were old songs. From before.

“.. You didnt know?” Now your once curious, calm features, were nothing but pure panic.

“No?? I thought maybe youd met someone in LA, you know?”

“And it doesnt bother you? Like at all”

“I mean i kinda wish you told me, then i couldve asked this three years ago,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was holding his face lightly, “Can i, uh, could i ki-“ Before he could finish, he was cut off by your lips pressing against his. It tasted like your chapstick, strawberry flavored just as he remembered, and the punch from earlier, still tinged with a but of alcohol. You pulled away for air after a few moments, and the shocked look on Steves face kinda freaked you out.

“Sorry- Shouldnt have cut you off. Thats like, thats my ba-“ This time he cut you off, cupping your cheeks and lightly pulling you toward him.

“Dont be sorry. I should be sorry, I was going to start with sorry, but Robin said it would sound insincere or whatever” He murmured against your lips, causing you to laugh a little.

“I mean you were the one who suggested we kiss- Come on Steve, be better” You scolded mockingly.

“Yeah, yeah. But uh maybe we should tell her and Margo to stop, like plotting either our demise or our like borderline reconciliation-“ He laughed a bit, because it was so, so obvious that was their main goal in life then.

“Borderline? You are really bad at this, Harrington.” You laughed some more, placing a light kiss to his nose.

“Oh shut up, I know you missed me” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Definitely”

a/n: not my best work but im still getting used to writing fanfic again, so im getting there 😭 post’s might be a little infrequent because cheer szn is starting agaim, but i am accepting requests, so if u have any lmkk🫶🏾 i write for steve, eddie, ethan landry, and robin rn (currently hyperfixated on stranger things and scream rn lmaoo)

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #x reader #henderson!reader #stranger things #rockstar au #stevie

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