#this is me making something outta nothing huh

[thehighladywrites]

— “Okay, but in what way do you love me?”

☀︎ — pairing: tutor/nerd azriel x bimbo/ditzy reader

☀︎ — summary: It’s confession time! Last night you said you like him but over analyzing azriel needs to know exactly what “like” means.

☀︎ — warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, confessions, creampie, fluff, azriel needs clarification even though you are VERY clear

☀︎ — amara’s note: pls enjoy and lemme know what u think💗 also sorry for it being short it’s only bc i’m posting another drabble very soon, and it’s a personal favorite 👀💗

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“Why are you staring at me, Az? Is there something on my face?” you ask panicked as you grab your hand mirror on his desk and check your flawless face

Azriel's gaze softens as he speaks, “No, there's nothing on your beautiful face. I just like looking at you. And, I want to ask you something.”

You exhale calmly, pleased with your appearance, as you turn your body towards him, jewelry jangling.

His stomach feels leaden, and he feels nauseous. What if your version of "like" and his version of "like" aren't the same? What if you say you like him, but only in a friendly way?

You are miles out of his league, but he's not complaining. You actually make him happy and mushy when you call and ask him to go on little shopping trips with you, and it’s even better when you let him fuck your brains out from time to time. But he is in love, like deeply fucking in love.

“Okay. Do you recall—remember yesterday when you said you liked me? Do you want to clarify what that means? Why do you like me?”

The question makes you tilt your head in confusion, brows drawing in curiosity as you pull the strawberry-flavored lollipop from your mouth, resulting in a loud pop, lips covered in a thin layer of sticky, red residue.

“Wait, huh? What do you mean, Azzie? I don’t like you, I love you.”

Oh my fucking god, what? Okay, so he was literally about to throw the fuck up but he was a little hesitant to respond. Azriel couldn't help but think about the meaning behind your words. You were always so bubbly and affectionate, even with strangers. Did your "I love you" hold the same weight every time, or was it just another sprinkle of your charm?

“Okay, I hear you but in what way do you love me? Do you mean it as a friend or—?” He questions behind his glasses.

Azriel had, for the first time ever, brought you to his dorm. You were just laying in bed next to him but decided to straddle his lying body, smiling as his hands automatically held your thighs.

“No silly! I loooove you and I want you to be my boyfriend. You’re so hot and sweet and kind and you care about me, like a lot. Always keepin’ me outta trouble and kissing me too. You love me too tho, right?” You gaze down at him, your big doe eyes shimmering with hope, and your glossy bottom lip slightly quivering.

Love you? He was almost insanely obsessed with you. There was something about you that drove him crazy. How could he not love you? He gives you an assuring nod, all of your previous worries disappearing in an instant. “Yeah, I do. I love you too. So much.”

“That’s so adorable, gimme a kiss.” You puckered your lips, the sweet scent of your Burberry Her Elixir filling his senses.

He tries to remove his glasses, but you stop him with a swat. “No, keep ‘em on,” you insist between kisses.

—

To no one’s surprise you were bent over his desk, getting fucked stupid as he made you list what you loved about him.

Maybe it was a little mean since you couldn’t focus, your fuzzy brain filled with pleasure, but Azriel wanted to know anyway.

“more,” he gasps, “n-need more—gimme more, sweetheart.”

So you did, saying everything you loved about him. Every single detail.

“I love it when you make me breakfast— fuck, and—and when you carry me whenever i want. ‘m so close, az,” you sob—and then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum — harder than ever, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him.

“a-azzie,” you gasp brokenly, “fuck, ‘s good—so good.”

“you’re so perfect. prettiest girl i’ve laid my fucking eyes on —prettiest pussy ever too. i, sh-shit—” he falls into his own orgasm, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sighs into your neck, fucking his load into you.

“Holy shit,” Azriel mutters before he kisses the back of your head, the biggest trail of cum he’s ever seen leaking out of you when he pulls out.

“I wanna go again, please Az, let—let me ride. I’ll tell you more things I love,” you lock eyes with him over your shoulder, a smirk playing at your lips.

Azriel obviously doesn’t deny. He’s happy someone for once in his life wants to tell him how much they love him. Especially when that someone is his first and last girlfriend💗.

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[queers-gambit]

When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

requesting rules and masterlist

Stranger Things masterlist

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove stranger things #stranger things #stranger things billy #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove one shot #dacre montgomery

[nanaminis]

jjk men & you: nail appointment!

tldr: gojo, geto, nanami, ino, choso, toji, sukuna + mahito going with you to your nail appointment.

cw: fem!reader. sukuna refers to reader as ‘woman’ once. and mahito.

a/n: this was fun lowk. might do it for jjk boys, depends on my motivation. idk if mahito particularly counts as a man, but he’s here for my mootie. time to sleep now, enjoy!!!

✿ — gojo:

first things first, he’s paying for your nails. which sounds like a good thing, until you realize he’s insisting on going along with you. he’ll pester you the entire time, suggesting colors and styles (how does he know so much?!) and then doing anything to get you to laugh or look at him. sometimes it results in your nail tech getting a little lot frustrated because he keeps making you squirm. eventually, tho, he’ll stop and let the tech finish up your nails.

“they’re cute. would’ve been cuter if you let me pick, buuuut... still cute.”

✿ — ino:

he’ll flex his knowledge about nails like it’s something revolutionary or suggest a style that he swears is completely unique, only for you to correct him and realize that it’s really just basic information. he’ll spend the rest of the appointment scrolling through pinterest and instagram, trying to find inspo for your next set.

“ooh, baby, look. these are nice, right?”

✿ — nanami:

only pays if you want him to, and only goes if you want him to. is content to let you pick whatever style you want, but likes to pick out bold colors and suggest designs based on your interests or adding charms. always tips the tech, and once your nails are done, he gently grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“these suit you perfectly, my lady.”

✿ — geto:

at first, he is nawt going in there. unless you find a sorcerer nail tech, he’s going to be slick the entire time. he’ll side-eye everyone else getting their nails done, judge their taste (“why would she choose that shit-brown?”), and stand up the entire time. he doesn’t want the germs. once you’re done, he’s pulling you out of there as quickly as possible.

“here, take this. ... yes, it’s hand sanitizer. you don’t want those monkey germs, right?”

✿ — toji:

only goes because you told him if he tagged along, you’d pay. in reality, he was going to go all along, just to make sure nobody tries anything. he will slap the shit outta somebody, including your nail tech. sits in a tiny chair by your side, massive head resting on your shoulder and arms crossed, absolutely knocked out. he’ll only wake up if you shrug your shoulder or if the appointment ends (he has some kind of sixth sense for that shit).

“huh? ... nah, i ain’t sleep. you cute, now c’mon.”

✿ — choso:

kind of like gojo, clingy asf. he won’t make suggestions (bro has no idea, pls bear w/ him), but he’ll praise any and every decision you make. his arms will be wrapped around your waist the entire time, earning him lots of ‘awhss’ and ‘look at them! so cute.’ tips the nail tech for “making you extra gorgeous.” his words, not mine.

“you look good, i swear. i like the colors, and the shape, and the design, and your hands...”

✿ — sukuna:

has a personal nail tech. you think he maintains them black nails by himself? no. threatens his nail tech to do good on your nails, otherwise it’ll be the last set they ever do. makes minor suggestions, but is content to sit back and let you decide for yourself. he does have a preference color, though, either black, red, or dark purple. gets a weird urge to nibble your fingers once your nails are done. please don’t ask why.

“hm? you look fine, woman. nothing rivals your natural beauty, so quit ya whining.”

✿ — higuruma:

he’s awake for the entire prep process. watching you pick your colors, decide on a design, get settled in the chair. the second the nail tech actually gets to work, though, he’s tapped out. just like toji, he’s sitting in a chair beside you, head either resting in your lap or on your shoulder. if he could sit across from you, his head would be on your chest. only wakes up when it’s time to pay (he tips!) or if something goes wrong.

“... mm? oh, those are nice, sunshine. i like the little designs, very cute.”

✿ — mahito ..?:

a lil shit the entire time istg. doesn’t care what you pick, will poke and squish and pinch and nuzzle you the whole process, annoying both you and the tech. considers getting his done to match yours, but realizes he could probably just morph the shape of his soul instead of sitting there.

“those are, like, so cute! ... no? you don’t like my valley girl accent?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk nanami #jjk choso #jjk toji #jjk sukuna #jjk ino #jjk mahito #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #🪵 – writing

[drudyslut]

being frat!rafe cameron’s painslut 18+ only. TW: pain kink, degradation, aggressive!dom!frat!rafe, subby!reader, reader is a painslut, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, spanking, biting.

@obxfrathouse daddy got me writing this lil thing bc he’s been so dirty n making me so needy. love being his lil painslut.

you loved pain. a little pain with your pleasure always had you coming undone harder than you’ve ever came in your life.

and rafe loved granting you the pain you so badly craved. he was always doing something to cause you pain. slapping your face, spanking your ass with his hands or belt, wrapping his hand or belt around your throat so tightly you’d be left with his fingerprints or belt imprint around the skin of your neck.

he loved the sounds you made as he brutally fucked himself into you, his belt wrapped around your throat as one hand held it tightly, pulling your neck back in an uncomfortable position. “my girl’s a dirty little fucking painslut, yeah? fucking loves it when i hurt her?” you’d choke out sobs, nothing but pathetic whimpers, whines and moans falling from your lips as his cock continued to thrust in and out of you roughly.

you’d try and answer him, but his hand holding the belt would pull it tighter anytime you’d start to speak, his free hand that lays firmly on your hip landing a harsh smack on your ass as he says, “nuh uh, don’t fucking talk. don’t wanna hear nothin’ but sounds of pleasure outta that pretty fuckin’ mouth, got it?”

you’d whine, the sting on your ass from his hand making your pussy tighten around his cock. a low raspy groan falls from rafe’s lips, letting up on the belt around your throat, your head falls forward as you suck in multiple breaths of air. he removes the belt from around your throat, his hand making its way to your face and slapping you, hard. he chuckles darkly when you whine, slapping his hand over your mouth and shushing you. “shhh, s’okay baby girl… quit whinin’ or else i’ll shove my fingers down your throat to shut you up”

he leans his body forward, his chest pressed firmly against your back. he dips his head down to your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh. your muffled screams have his dick twitching inside of your sensitive cunt. “fuck baby, pain really fuckin’ turns you on huh? my dirty fucking girl. loves being hurt n shit. fuckin’ pathetic.”

he bites down on your shoulder, pulling back and smiling at the fresh teeth marks he’d left behind, licking at them before he whispers in your ear, “‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up with my cum, aight? gonna fuckin’ take it like a good fuckin’ girl too.”

your pussy pulses around his dick, making him growl in your ear as his thrusts grow harsher and sloppier. you feel his dick twitch inside you, a low groan pulled from his chest as he spills his cum inside you while you soak his cock. he continues fucking into you, his teeth biting into your shoulder once more. “go on baby, fuckin’ scream. let this entire fucking frat know who the fuck owns this pussy”

noooot my best lmao??? i mean it’s not bad but idk. seems kinda shit to me. anyways, i love pain n pleasure 🥰🥰 hope u do too!!!

#₊˚ෆ rafe cameron daydreams #₊˚ෆ frat!rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron brainrot #painslut

[kentogetsmewetter]

SOCCER PLAYER GETO

⋆｡°✩Genre: head cannons about soccer player geto nsfw

⋆｡°✩Contents: cock sucking, praise, degradation, p n v

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: Head cannons about soccer player geto

⋆｡°✩A/N: lowk not the way I wanted this to turn out but fuck it we ball probably gonna make a different one later

Soccer player geto!Who you meet conducting an interview after he won a champions league final

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but to be humbly cocky when you ask him about the fact there could have been another penalty given which would have given the other team an advantage, shrugging "who cares" with a small smrik plastered across his face

Soccer player geto! Who flirts with you the whole time while you're doing the interview looking you up and down while biting his lips never taking his eyes off of you

Soccer player geto! Who gets so caught up in his fansty's with you that he doesn't even answer your questions. Looking at the way your mouth moves while you talk to him wondering how your lips would look wrapped around his cock

Soccer player geto!Who persuades you to stay until after he finishes a quick shower wanting to show you something.

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but chuckle as he sees your reaction as your eyes drop down to the towel he had on hanging lowly on his wasit his happy trail going down to his toned abs then his v line.

Soccer player geto! Who some how gets your lips wrapped around his cock like he wanted. Deep grunts leaving his mouth while your tounge swirled around his tip

Soccer player geto!Whos always praying and degrading you saying things like " fuck you look so sexy" "such a nasty girl having my cock down your thoat like that" " this is why you came here huh? wanted to suck my dick so fucking bad didnt you." " fuck, your mines gonna be mines for ever

Soccer player geto! Who's warm cum oozes down your thoat he holds the back of your head making sure you sallow all his seed.

Soccer player geto! Who's fans go crazy at the way he acted in the interview wanting to know more about the women who was stealing their man

Soccer player geto! Who after months of dating would always start dedicating his goals to you.

Soccer player geto!Who can't help but to smile a few months after you to started to date you always telling him off about mistakes he made in the game telling him how he could do better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves when you get all mad at him after a game cause he always gets to make you feel better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves the feeling of you finger nails digging deep into his back as he gives you deep and hard thrusts

Soccer player geto! Who whimpers feeling you cunt clench deeply around his cock. "Fuck baby he moans out. Whipping the tears that came from your eyes as his cock continuously rammed into your g spot

Soccer player geto! Who says things like "your taking my cock so well" "what a dirty fucking slut." " stop running take it like a good girl" "you know you love it relax for me baby." " suffocating the fuck outta my dick."

Soccer player geto!Who always takes care after you making sure to clean you up run you a bath while whispering nothing but sweet things into you ear making sure he wasn't to rough on you

#anime x reader #jjk #anime x y/n #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #smut #anime and manga #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto smut #suguru geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu geto #getoscoccer #soccer player geto

[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine Sevika and reader going at it, reader riding Sevika and then all of a sudden sevikas phone rings and it’s Silco and she knows she HAS to answer it. So instead of pulling out she just makes reader pause her movements but that makes her pissed off so instead she waits until she half way into the call and just slowly goes back to riding her.

Sevika struggling to not moan or anything in the phone, glaring at reader who has this bratty smirk on her lips and once the calls done Sevika pins her and pounds the fuck outta her for being a brat saying things like

“You wanna get me in trouble huh?”

“want my fucking cock that bad?”

“My needy little, cumslut”

:)

hehehehehehehehehe, gonna combine this with two more asks

Pregnant horny reader who is constantly ready to jump Sevika’s bones any chance she gets

hii i know youve written like the whole little fucker and reader and sev thing (trust me ive read all of them like 5 times) but i absolutely need more pregnant reader i have such a strange obsession with it. ofc if u dont want too that fine i love your work so much xoxo <3

men and minors dni

at seven months pregnant, you've gotten pretty used to being uncomfortable.

your feet and ankles are almost always swollen. you always have to pee, even when you're sitting on the toilet. your tits are sore more often than not, you run out of breath walking from the kitchen to the bedroom, and you're so round that you've had to stop sitting on the couch-- once you sit down on the soft cushions, you can never find the momentum to get back up.

so, yeah. you're pretty used to being uncomfortable.

but what you're not used to is the hormone induced, near constant, horniness you've been experiencing in the past few weeks.

you're fucking ravenous. you can't get enough. if you're not going to the bathroom to pee or doing your pre-natal yoga, you're riding sevika's face or shoving a vibrator down your pants.

you're honestly getting kind of annoyed with it-- just wishing you could have a moment's peace without feeling the need to dry hump the nearest firm surface, but sevika's been thrilled. for the first time in your relationship, you're the one wearing her out in bed.

you would worry a bit that you're too much for her or that she's only reciprocating your advances so often because your pregnant, but then you get her between her legs and see the awed, honored, slightly goofy look on her face as she takes care of you and you realize you've got nothing to worry about at all.

all this is to say-- you guys have been fucking a lot.

and it's been getting in the way of things, sometimes.

like right now, for example.

you'd woken up from your midday pregnancy nap horny like always. you'd had a dream about your wife, something vague and sensual involving her hands on your hips and her lovely raspy voice in your ear, and you wanted to find her and make that dream come true. you found her on the sofa, looking delicious as she lounged, one hand tucked into the waistband of her boxers, the other holding her phone. it took one second of eye contact for her to figure out what you wanted, a sly smile spreading across her face as she patted her lap.

so you crawled on top of her and started riding her into the couch.

it was going great. you had sevika's cock inside you, her lips against your ear, whispering dirty words to you, her nails digging into your ass and nails, and just as you were about to cum, her phone started ringing.

"you better not answer that." you say between huffs and puffs as you catch your breath. sevika cringes, guiltily. "sevika!" you scold as you watch your wife reach over for her phone.

"it's silco, it's a work call!" she whines. you glare at her, your legs shaky as you try to get off her lap. she gasps. "don't leave!" she says, pulling you back down to sit on her cock. you both moan.

"sevika i'm so fucking horny i'm going to cry if i don't cum in the next ten minutes."

"just give me thirty seconds babe, then we can get back to it." she promises, pulling you forward to rest your head against her shoulder as her other hand answers her phone.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks. "hey, boss." she says, completely casually, like she's not balls deep inside of you right now.

it's equal parts hot and frustrating. hot, because sevika's so good at controlling herself it drives you fucking crazy, and frustrating because the one time sevika's not supposed to be in control is when she's inside of you. she's supposed to be a whiny, babbling, eager mess-- not mrs. professional all cool calm and collected.

you huff, and start nibbling at the tendon in her throat. sevika's thighs tense under yours, but she doesn't make a sound.

"we can't do eight, we gotta stay under six." sevika says into her phone. you can hear the familiar sound of silco's voice muffled against sevika's ear.

you reach down to start rubbing your clit, a breathy sigh escaping your lungs as you clench around sevika's cock. she jolts, her free hand smacks your ass hard, and you have to muffle a giggle when you hear silco on the phone ask, "what was that?"

"nothing." sevika responds. "i'm outside, a car hit a pothole." she lies. you laugh again. silco seems to buy her lie, and he continues chattering. you continue rubbing your clit and grinding against your wife.

sevika suddenly pulls you away from her neck with a firm hand on the back of your neck, and she glares at you.

you snort, your free hand coming down to gently pat your pregnant belly-- the ultimate get out of trouble free card for you these days. sevika's eyes soften immediately, and the second they do, you begin to pick up your pace, bouncing on her cock while you continue to stroke your clit.

smacking sounds start filling the room, and sevika's breath starts quickening. her eyes drop to your tits, pupils wide and hypnotized as she watches them sway.

over the phone, silco shouts. "sevika!? are you listening to me?"

"fuck, i'm listening, i'm listening." she groans. "fuckin'... tell them five and a half is our final offer." she grunts.

it's all greek to you. you're much more interested in the breathy way her words are coming out than the words themselves.

you want to make her whine-- that pretty high pitched whine she likes to make for you when your riding her like this. so you snake one hand under her t-shirt to start palming her tits, and just when she opens her mouth to talk to silco again, you pinch her nipple. hard.

"aa-ah!" sevika squeals. you grin, sevika glares, and silco groans on the other line. "i gotta go silco i'll call you back in twenty minutes." sevika rushes out.

she throws the phone to the end of the couch, not bothering to hang up, and you can hear silco's annoyed response.

"you two have fun. disgusting."

then, the dial tone.

you begin to giggle, only for your laughs to get caught in your throat when sevika flips the two of you over, pinning you to the couch beneath her as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

for a second, she only looks at you. it's like she can't decide if she's angry or horny or just admiring at you. you try your best to appear innocent, batting your eyelashes at her and lifting your hips up so you can brush your pregnant stomach against her washboard abs.

she softens a bit at the touch, and a smile blooms on her face.

"such a fuckin' cumslut you can't even wait for five minutes?"

you gasp, your eyes rolling back in your skull and your cunt clenching at her words. sevika hums, satisfied by your reaction.

"y-y-you're the one who d-did this to me." you whine. sevika's smile only grows.

"you're damn fucking right i did." sevika growls as she beings to fuck you again. you groan, and sevika leans down to kiss your lips.

she pulls away only to gasp, then she dodges your puckered lips to press her lips against your ear. she stumbles on her first word, because her action launched you back to your dream, and you clenched around her cock so hard she whimpered halfway between syllables.

"in-ah-insatiable, aren't you?" she growls. "i should just keep you pregnant all the fuckin' time, huh? all leaky and needy for my cock-- makin' a fuckin fool of yourself just to have me."

"sevika--"

"yeah, baby?"

"i'm gonna fucking cum." you whine. sevika chuckles in your ear.

"i bet you are."

she bites your earlobe, her hips continuing their relentless pace, and you wrap your legs around her waist.

"a-are you?" you whimper.

"fuck, yeah."

"inside me?" you beg. sevika shivers, gives you one solid thrust and a whimper, and you cum. "sevika!" you cry. sevika grunts in response, chasing her own orgasm as you fall apart beneath her. "sevika, sevika-- breed me, cum inside me, fill me up, you fuck me so good, i love you so much, you-- oh!"

sevika sinks her teeth into your shoulder as she cums, growling and shaking on top of you.

the only reason she doesn't collapse is because you're belly's between the two of you. instead, she rolls to the side and tumbles off the bed.

you burst into giggles, turning on your side to smile down at your wife who's grinning up at you as she catches her breath.

"i love you so much." you sigh. sevika hums, reaching up to take your hand in hers. she kisses your knuckles.

"i love you, baby."

"...we should probably send silco flowers or something." you say.

sevika bursts into laughter.

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[anchoeritic]

toxic/posessive dbf!joel??

"all mine. you're all mine," joel whispered against the slick curve of your jaw, leaving sweet kisses down the side of your neck. his hands were roaming your body freely, touching every square inch of it. a helpless whimper fell from your lips as you felt the warmth of his hand slide down your stomach, reaching for the spot between your thighs. “joel , please. touch me.”

your hands caught his wrist, almost trying to tell him to hurry up and touch you already. your hips slightly bucked off the mattress, meeting your clothed pussy with the hot palm of his hand. he laughed at your attempts to plead for him, keeping his hand over your pussy. "aw, look at how my girl's begging for me just to touch her?" his hand pressed harder against it, the pressure hitting your clit gently.

joel started to move his fingers slowly apart, rubbing you teasingly through the thin fabric of your panties. "you wish it was that easy for me to give in and make you feel good, baby." you know i play fair with you. he said with such confidence, ending his sentence off a slap to your pussy.

you let out a yelp, feeling a stinging sensation on your core. " - and guess what? a little birdie came and told me about you and your little boyfriend, darlin".

you felt like a deer in headlights when you looked right into his ice-cold eyes. someone must've caught you and him out the other day, and told joel. your boyfriend was everything joel despised. young, reckless, and a piece of shit. there was no doubt he would’ve killed him by now if it wasn’t for you standing in between.

but he loved you like a boyfriend should; showered you in kisses, giving you priceless gifts, he was a woman’s dream.

as much as he thinks he knows you, he could never compare to joel miller and you had to swallow the truth like a big girl.

joel knew your soft spots and weaknesses, and he knew how to use it against you. whether his intentions were good or bad, he always got what he wanted by the end of the night, even if it meant he'll have to convince you with ways other than his words.

he knows your thoughts, your love language, everything about you wasn't foreign to him. you were pretty hard to read at first until you naturally fell into the arms of his, hoping to find something that wasn't even close to your boyfriend.

"h-he wanted to talk to me, that’s all.." you stuttered, feeling the palette of your cheeks heating up. his fingers moved around your pussy, running his middle finger through the slit.

he nodded his head with a smirk on his lips, his finger pressed to your clit now, making your legs shake a bit. "are you telling the truth, cupcake..?" he teased you. leaning up from his position, his face was now right in front of yours. “you know it’s not good to lie, baby.”

his breath fanned over your nose as he held himself up with one arm, stopping himself from falling right onto you. “or do i gotta fuck it outta you, sweetheart?" the smirk on his lips remained.

you stayed silent, not wanting to let out any details of your day with steve that'll get you into much bigger trouble. you bit your lip, looking up at him innocently, which he certainly didn't like. the hand against your pussy was quickly brought up to your throat, wrapping itself around it with a tight squeeze. your answer wasn't one that he wanted to hear, or the one he expected. was it so hard for you to be honest? hmm.. his good girl wasn't so perfect after all.

"you wanna stay quiet now, huh? you were begging, pleading for me to touch you and now you have nothing to say?" he snarled, looking at you in shame. “know you fucked him and i know that pretty pussy couldn't finish." his grip on your throat tightening, choking you out harder. "did i give her permission to cum?" he asked you, tilting his head, waiting for an answer from you. barely able to gasp for air, you shook your head "nо"

such simple instructions you still manage to forget." he stifled out a laugh, shaking his head at you. "you're fucking pathetic, sweetheart, running back to the man who'll always be less than me." your eyes well up with tears, the feeling of your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. his hand was cupping your cheeks now, keeping your head straight. he slapped one of your cheeks lightly, making your tearful eyes fixate to his angry ones.

a small tear slides down your cheek, waiting to be wiped by joel, but only to be laughed at by him. he had no sympathy for you. absolutely none.

"you know you'll always run back to me by the end of the night. you're fuckin' mine."

#this is so long #side eye #dbf!joel #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #the last of us smut

[emsgoodthinkin]

Shy my ass | steve harrington x f!reader

wow, staring at him now I never noticed before just how perfect it is. I mean sure yeah eveything about him is perfect i love all of him but, his nose oh wow, his nose how I could just—

‘you alright’?

‘huh? yes why is something wrong?’

‘nothings wrong pretty, you just zoned out for a bit’

‘oh! I’m alright must be the..weather?’ you wince at that poor lie. it never worked in movies why would it work now

‘well, if you’re sure baby. he kisses you with those plush lips and you leaned in to get a deeper feeling of them; maybe for a closer feeling for his nose against your face also

‘mm,eager?’

‘oh my, I-sorry’—

‘It’s okay I liked it baby’ he pecks you one more time

‘now as i was saying; robin was gushing all over about how Jenny at the mall asked her—

I swear I’m not being rude he’s not boring in any way but..the way he scrunches his nose when he smiles telling a story, the bridge curves just right for me rub my clit on—

‘y/n!?’

‘what!? sorry!’

‘you’re not looking into my eyes when I’m talking, you keep looking at my nose; why?’

Crap crap crap—

‘shy girl tell me what’s on your mind’

‘I um- well I just think it’s pretty to look at is all’ you whisper

He pulls your face closer to his to look into his eyes. ‘ what’s pretty about my nose sweetness?’

You turn beet-red which didn’t go unnoticed while he places you on his lap

‘shy girl, why do you like my nose so much hm? you know I’ll get the answer outta ya one way or another’

you squirm. you aren’t good at eye contact you never were. he knows how it makes you nervous but; he knows deep down how wet it actually gets you.

‘I t-told you I think it’s pretty and there’s little freckles on it…and..’

‘..anddd?’

‘And- and I feel like it would um-feel goodtositon— you rush out that last part in a whisper

he says nothing but licks his lips and pouts saying ‘you wanna rub that pretty little clit of yours on my big nose baby?’

your eyes not meeting his anymore

‘uh,uh look at me and tell me..is that what you want?’

‘yess it’s what I want stevie.’ you stare back at him lips trembling. He can’t stand looking that shy pout of yours as he shoves his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth making you moan.

‘cmon baby, stand up for sec’ you allow space for him to rip his shirt off and your already soaked lavender panties off as he lays flat.

‘come sit on my face baby, let daddy take care of you dirty girl’

‘Im not’ you blush hard under his gaze. it’s not that you didn’t like his degradation, it’s that you’re so sheltered with such whore undertones only Steve has discovered.

Climbing on top; he can already smell your arousal making his cock grow harder but he can take care of himself later. He’s determined to watch his baby girl dive into her little fantasy of hers.

His strong arms making your thighs callapse on top of his face he seems more eager than you already—

‘it’s okay baby, ride my nose baby just like you wanted make yourself feel good’

still feeling shy under his gaze he helps you out a little bit giving you some kitten licks; with some airy gasps—

‘steve oh-ohh oh my goodness oh my goodness yes mm—

‘that’s it baby just enjoy the feeling I got you’

grinding a little bit in circles now he helps angle your hips so now your clit is directly on the bulbuls tip of his nose

‘oh fuck yes yes FUCK Steve!!’

‘that’s it keep going baby’

Steve knows when you get warmed up enough when y’all have sex you’ll really let yourself go of that shy girl persona ; and once it starts it’s like you’re a completely different person.

Gripping his hair like it’s a saddle your nails dig in his scalp like razor blades you hump, fuck, and grind all over his nose

—‘fuck goddamnit Stevie I ca-cant shit feels so good—‘

‘look at you’ he says growling and scoffing -fucking my face but everyone’s sees you as an angel don’t they?’

‘ I am jeez— YES YES RIGHT THERE ; you’re yanking his head back and forth his hands digging in your ass occasionally, his tongue peaks out to tease you it’s all exhausting in the best way

‘you smell so fucking good baby cmon, I can feel your filthy hole clenching on my nose baby fucking hump my face baby fucking cum on it— you got it—‘

drooling, surprised your hips aren’t broken by how fast your circling your whole bottom basically on his face he can even get a whiff of your ass, he needs to pull his cock out ; he needs to cum with you. and hard too.

‘—daddy— stevie please your nose so good fuck’

‘cum baby’ he says squeezing his balls so he can make more pressure rise into his leaky red tip, jerking and fuckkng his fist at the same pace your grinding his nose—

‘shiitt, baby thats it yeah fuck this pretty cunts so G-GOOD baby gonna cum for me? yea?’

‘yes please please close fuck—gunna—

his face soaked more than a pancake with syrup; thighs on fire, clit swelling , and twitching as you cum on his nose nearly even in his eyes; he’s spilling on his soft tummy with a few large grunts and sighs

too weak to climb back off he slides your body off with his not so weak arm gazing. fucked out face, and her staring back in horror at his face looking as if she painted him with a hot glue gun—

‘don’t even apologize I plan on licking all of this off my face’ he says while swiping his forehead with his finger and sucking it

‘wait—‘

she sits up leans forward

‘what are you—‘

she starts sucking his nose like its her own personal ring pop . steves eyes widen from the confidence ; getting her own flavors off while making herself all wet again just from the act. she won’t tell him that though.

‘you’re actually the devil in disguise’

‘hey! no he’s scary can I be something cuter?’ she pouts

He chuckles to himself in amazement and admiration. This shy girl was so- scratch that.— Yeah right.

Shy my ass.

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#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x innocent reader #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x shy!reader #big noses #steve harrington one shot

[2knightt]

if you havent already, request for the outsiders boys with a super sweet sunshine s/o?

↳i love you, so let me get to you!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, the gang dates a happy go-lucky reader!。✦

||✰ — the gang, separately

Johnny Cade ;

your kindness probably frightened him at first, he wasn’t used to anyone as nice as you.

but when he gets to know you are—he can’t get enough.

your happiness probably rubs off on him.

johnny’s smiling more, opening doors for people, and has a little spring in his step.

the gang definitely knows about you and teases johnny about it.

“you gotta stop hangin’ ‘round y/n. you’re starting to get their smile.”

“yeah, johnnycakes. i swear—i ain’t never seen you this happy.”

“get used to it, i dunno.”

you refuse to see the bad in people, and honestly johnny kinda likes that mindset.

but he doesn’t at the same time.

he knows people in the world suck, he knows how cruel it can be—but with you by his side, you make it bearable.

you make him feel actual hope that he can get out of this place.

make him feel like he has a future.

“thank you.”

“for what?”

“..everything, y/n.”

Dallas Winston ;

opposites attract dare i say?

i can see you calming dallas down, just a bit though.

not too much. just a lot.

he stops beating up people for no reason, yelling so much, and even helps a few old ladies cross the street.

only when people aren’t look though. this is still dallas.

“jus’ get outta ‘ere, punk!”

“aw, dallas! you let ‘em go! ‘m so proud.”

“whatever.”

he mumbles, snaking an arm around your waist with his other hand stuffed in his pocket.

the gang was so fucking shocked when they found out you two were dating.

“…for real?”

“you ain’t pulling our legs, are ya?”

“no? what the hell would make you guys think that?”

“they’re sweet while you’re—you.”

“fuck’s that ‘posed mean?”

“nothing.”

i feel like a lot of people would judge you for being so happy, especially with the situation with soc’s and greasers.

but dally shuts them up real fast.

“they gotta be on drugs. no way someone can be that happ—“

“who? who’s on drugs? c’mon, you can tell me.”

“uh—no one, dallas.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

punches them anyways.

but i don’t want you to scroll with a bad taste in your mouth.

just know, you’re the only relationship dally has been serious about in a long time.

a very, long time. so—he loves you to death.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

admired you somewhat.

he loves the aura that surrounds you. he thinks it’s different—way different than what he’s used too.

he’s used to people beating others, spitting on people, mocking, teasing.

but you?

you go out of your way to help those who were pushed down, bullied, spit on.

he admired that. he admired you.

he loved that about you.

tries to pick up your habits—but ends up failing.

“pony, when’d you become so…happy go-lucky, huh?”

“is it bothering you?”

“a little.”

“…fuck you too then.”

i feel like he’d look for a partner like that.

his type??? possibly???

you just,

give him hope.

hope that he can leave tusla and live the life he wanted on the country side.

Sodapop Curtis ;

same thing, different font.

you two get along so well it’s sickening.

when the two of you walk in a room together you blind everyone with how bright the both of you are.

im not joking.

“did he really, soda?”

“yeah! can you believ—“

“JESUS CHRIST!”

“what?”

“get out.”

“WHY?!”

“what?!”

“y’all are ruining my bad mood. screw off.”

“is he always like this?”

“yeah. just ignore two-bit.”

takes after you a lot.

like a lot.

started fighting less, helping out more costumers at the DX, etc.

he loves talking about you.

he just

does.

you’re all he talks about. i’d know, cause i’m literally writing this rn.

Darry Curtis ;

THIS DYNAMIC IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD.

cold, closed off darry with a cute, kind and sweet reader.

i’m crying just thinking about it.

you force him to open him to others.

literally.

“how’s your day, darry?”

“okay.”

“just okay? didn’t something happen at work today?”

“well yeah.”

“then tell, em! he’s your brother, babe.”

people always chuckle, seeing you cling to his arm—all smiles while he sits, looking like a guard dog.

but as soon as darry glares at them—they stop laughing.

everyone calls you sunshine after darry mockingly called you that. sorry i don’t make the rules :/ (yes i do.)

“hey, sunshine!”

“oh—hey, dal!”

“don’t call them that.”

“why not, superman?”

“because.”

Steve Randle ;

Guard dog 2.0

you gotta hold him back all the time help.

“steve! you know violence isn’t good—i hate it!”

“LEMME AT ‘EM, BABE! C’MON!!”

isn’t also—not used to people being so nice to him.

so you being so affectionate, looking out for him, loving him—just being so nice to him in general is so..shocking.

“you did so good today, love. ‘m so proud.”

“what?”

“oh? did you not hear me?”

“no—i did. it was just, outta nowhere. kinda spooked me a lil.”

please just love him.

please. he needs it.

he needs someone like you in his life and he’s so glad you are in his life.

he would’ve lost his mind a long time ago if you weren’t.

Two-bit Matthews ;

YALL ARE SO CUTE.

silly goofy guy with a sweet loving partner.

you let him ramble about anything and everything. he couldn’t be more happy.

“and they dance, like all the time!”

“even the dog?”

“EVEN THE DOG! he got his own moves, y/n!”

brags about dating the kindest person in Tulsa 24/7.

like, actually.

if you don’t like his drinking cause you know it’s slowly killing him, he’ll slow down on it.

“two, you know i don’t like you drinkin’ this stuff!”

“i know. but it’ll be my last one tonight, promise.”

“better be, ‘m worried for you.”

you’re like all he talks about.

he’s just so blessed to have an angel in his life!

like, what’d a guy like him do to get a person like you? save a country?

#2knightt #leo’s anons🤍 #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 25/10/23

prompt: no prompt, must be 480 words or more

pairing/character(s): steddie

part 2 to this post

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Ever since that night at Hawkins Police Station, Eddie’s felt oddly fascinated by Steve Harrington.

Before, he wouldn’t have noticed the former king as he silently slinks around Hawkins and Hawkins High, but now? Now it’s like he’s everywhere. 

Eddie leaves the trailer park to walk through the woods at night and bumps into Steve, the bags under his eyes heavy as always and eyes blinking back sleep like he’s fighting it. Eddie goes to his dealing table behind school and notices Steve sitting by himself behind some nearby bushes, head tilted back to lean against a tree and eyes closed as he listens to the world. Eddie goes to the Hideout to bother the manager about letting his band play there sometime, and sees Steve sat in a booth in the corner, a couple empty glasses littering his table and a (clearly) fake ID ready and waiting on the table for anyone who questions him.

Eddie’s starting to think they’ve accidentally existed within the same spaces ever since Steve’s fall from grace, and Steve’s just better at fading into the background than his years as Keg stand King would have most believe.

But he doesn’t get the chance to talk to him again until a few months later. He’s at Frank’s diner with Gareth, Jeff and Freak when he sees Steve walk in, shoulders hunched in a little and face carefully blank. He’s alone.

Eddie lets himself drift out from the heated conversation the others are having (a debate about which monsters their next DnD session will involve once they enter Saltmarsh), and watches Steve as he makes his way over to a booth in the corner, a few tables away from any other patrons.

A waitress makes her way over immediately, and Eddie can just about hear her as she greets Steve with a pet name (honey), and smiles like she sees him regularly. Steve says he’s waiting for someone, and his voice is a little wobbly.

A couple minutes later, Eddie’s just let himself become reabsorbed and amused at the turn of the debate amongst his friends when Chief Hopper enters the diner. On instinct, Eddie’s back straightens a little, and his friends give him triplet looks of suspicion.

“What’ve you done now?” Jeff asks with a roll of his eyes, and Eddie frowns at him in mock offence.

“I’ll have you know I’ve done nothing. I think the Chief’s here for someone else, actually.” He defends himself, just as Hopper walks by. Hopper scoffs and shakes his head.

“Yeah, not here on police business, for once. Stay outta trouble and outta my business, Munson.” He says quietly, and Eddie just watches him as he predictably walks over to Steve. Before he sits down opposite Steve in the booth, Eddie watches Hopper clap a firm hand down on Steve’s shoulder and squeeze, resulting in Steve’s tense posture relaxing a bit.

Very fascinating.

Last time, Eddie didn’t get the chance to see their dynamic, so he can’t help but watch.

“You don’t have to be so paranoid he literally said he’s not here on police business.” Gareth teases him after a couple more seconds, poking him in the side harshly.

“Hey! I’m intrigued by,” Eddie gestures over at the booth, “all that. Sue me.”

The boys’ follow his gesture and seem to only then notice Steve Harrington in all his shaky glory (see? Like Eddie said, he’s good at blending into the background). They frown.

“Huh, what’s up with that?” Freak mutters, and everyone shrugs.

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.”

The boys roll their eyes at Eddie’s words, and all say something along the lines of ‘sure you will, Ed’ in the least confident voices they can muster. It only eggs Eddie on.

And when Steve gets up to go to the bathroom, he sees his moment.

He’s going to have an actual conversation with Steve Harrington.

Maybe even try to become his friend. And, wow, that’s a thought Eddie from two years ago would’ve shuddered at.

But Eddie from right now is just thinking of ways to have a conversation that won’t send Steve running again.

He’s got this.

-

tagging anyone who explicitly asked in the first bit to be tagged if there's ever more: @devondespresso

if you want to be tagged if i ever write more, lemme know :)

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #stranger things #mywriting

[miwsolovely]

—ONLY FOR YOU

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: moose, mousse, basically the same thing, tastes so good, but so hard to make.. Carmy disagrees. apple donuts on the other hand, those were delicious. and conveniently easy.

contains: nothing but fluff, culinary inaccuracies, carmy teaching reader how to make apple donuts, aaaaandd reader is a bit of a perfectionist …

wc: 986

a/n: i literally pulled this shit outta my ass, lemme know your thoughts ! requested!

a/n 2: i thought this worked sososo well with carmy im so happy. i fucked up the end though zzz (requests r open !)

a/n 3: heres the link for the apple donut recipe !!

He made her feel alive. Made her think about how she should do her hair, what perfume to wear, how to smile, how to laugh, how to breathe.

It was random. Nobody intends to fall for someone so quick, however the only way out was to love. Or die crying.

[name] thinks its a universal problem. The need to be perfect for those you love, for those you want to love.

In doing so, making yourself perfect, you want everything to be perfect.

She became a chef because she loves food. Loves the simplicity of it, loves the complexity of it. Loves how feelings can be conveyed through it.

Which is what she is trying to do now: perfect the art of making a strawberry mousse.

It took a lot of tries, too many tries, and on the 8th [name] finally gave up.

She heaved out a sigh, placed her forearms on the kitchen counter and a bit harshly, dropped her head onto them.

She added everything. the egg whites, the yolk, the vanilla extract, the heavy cream, the—

“You alright chef?”

She opened her eyes but kept her head buried in her arms. But when she looked up, her face went blank for a second. Not knowing what to say.

“Yeah totally fine, just made a billion different flavored mousse for your birthday.”

“No, I wanted to confess to you using these stupid mousse, but it all went to shit.”

“No, I’m not okay; you don’t love me.”

“Yeah—I uhm, I’m fine I was just,” She finally stood up straight and was messing with her apron. “Messin’ with some stuff . . .”

Her head was lowered slightly. Picking at her lip with her nails as she tried to avoid his gaze.

She saw his feet carry his body to her. Was eye level with his chest when he was a foot away from her.

“Can I try em’?”

[name] paused. This is new.

For the past month or so, yes they’ve exchanged flirty conversations and teasing smiles and laughs, but not like this. Not so close, not so intimate.

She looked up and she felt as if the world was revolving around her for a moment.

“If you want to! I mean, it’s not really . . .” She paused. He was already reaching for a clean spoon, looking at her with those eyes.

“ . . . that good . . .” She finished. Right as he took, and ate, a spoonful of the strawberry mouse she made.

They both stood there. [name] was waiting for his reaction of the dish. And Carmy, he was trying to stop his mouth from watering.

“Not that good?” He said after recovering. “I—Chef this shit is amazing—”

He turned his head to the left away from her dish and suddenly they were eye to eye.

She could imagine, live in what his scent was. He’d smell of cigarettes and vanilla and cinnamon. A weird combination but [name] thought it’d smell good on him.

[name] opened her mouth about to say something then—

“Do you know how to make apple donuts?”

If she thought she was speechless now, [name] was more at a loss for words than she had ever been in her life.

“A—Apple donuts . . .?” She blinked. “Wh—huh?”

Carmen smiled.

***

They spent the past an hour finding, washing and cutting apples. They spent another hour prepping, and cutting flour to put into the apples.

“You’re telling me I have to cut a hole into this apple?”

“Well, that’s the idea, yeah,” Carmy confirmed. He took [name]’s hands in his and guided her. “Here, let me show you.”

Those were, the best hours of her life.

Sure there was sugar, cinnamon and flour everywhere, but it was fun. Refreshing even. To laugh and smile without a care in her heart.

***

The sun had set a long time ago, and it was just them, together in the kitchen. Them and kitchen filled with their smiles and longing touches.

Now, after hours of talking, they were cleaning the mess they made. [name] was doing the dishes and Carmen was cleaning the counter top.

She was rinsing the last dish when she heard Carmen clear his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “I was . . . thinking,”

[name] turned around from her place at the sink and met his eyes.

“Thats a first.” She smiled, teasing. “Thought you just do, not think.”

Carmen smiled and played with his knuckles, placing them on his lip.

“Okay, okay then uhm— would you like to go to dinner with me?” He questioned. Eyes never leaving hers.

“You know Bear,” She walked up to him and placed her hands behind her back. “I really thought you’d never ask.” She teased.

Carmy let out a chuckle and tried to hide his smile with his fist. “You—you’re really bold, you know that?”

[name] smiled and took his fist in his, uncurling his fingers and giving each its own kiss. “Only for you Berzatto.”

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#✿﹒the bear masterlist—📁﹒ ✧ #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear fx #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #x reader #fem!reader

[gay4abby]

hey baby, can i request a jealous jordan li x reader? ❤️

Green Eyed Monster !!

masterlist. requested, yes. warnings, slightly sexual(?). pairings, jordan li x reader. i hope u like this 😭 i wrote this at like 5am

As a Libra, you can’t help it that your charisma is through the roof. It’s what got Jordan snagged up by you in the first place and the exact reason why it’s the bane of their existence. Everybody wants you. Even the ones who don’t even realise it until they meet you. And it’s…not necessarily your fault. It’s not something you can easily turn off and the fact that it puts you in some sticky situations can make you look like an asshole. But, to be clear, telling someone straight forward is your forte. Some people just tend to not listen. Unfortunately for you this time, Jordan was there to see.

The gala was in the middle of its most active period. You were off to the side by the bar, shimmering with silver underneath the light. You were oblivious to your surroundings, nursing a drink that certainly wasn’t appropriate for your drinking age, (you were one year from the big one two, who gives a shit?) but didn’t have a care in the world. Jordan wasn’t feeling the best (fucking parents, am I right?) and he decided to find you so you both can get the hell out of there. It was getting boring anyway. They searched for you, knowing little about where you went off to. And they were getting impatient.

Your drink was about to finish, so you waved your hand for the bartender to give you a refill when you felt someone slide in next to you. At first you didn’t pay any mind, but then you felt as though they were getting a little to close. “Can I help you?” You ask with a light tone. You turned slightly to give them some semblance of eye contact and attention when in reality all you wanted to do was get out of there. It was only a matter of time before you and Jordan were able to do that. “You can help me in more ways than one actually.”

Oh, brother. You rolled your eyes, hoping it wouldn’t be seen by the man trying so desperately to appear slick. On the other side of the room, Jordan had walked away from Marie and Cate after having an almost heartfelt conversation (trauma dump royalty at its finest). They wanted nothing more than to have their hands on you, away from the world after enduring a two hour long engagement with his parents. They always managed to hit the one nerve that Jordan knows will never be accepted, no matter how much therapy they go to as a family.

“Hm, is that so? Why don’t you go ‘head and name ‘em for me,” you sounded bored, but to the guy invading your personal space didn’t seem to catch on. Aloof pest. You drowned out what he had to say after hearing ‘make me feel good,’ not knowing that Jordan had set eyes on you, watching the whole thing unfold. He was seething, their big brown eyes blown as it settled on the man reaching over to place his arm on your chair. Near you. In your space, breathing your air. No, that can’t just do! Long legs began striding towards the pair of you, breathing getting rougher with each step.

The man was about to be in for a very rude awakening. “What do you say we get outta here?”

“And what do you say about me beating the living shit out of you, huh?” Jordan’s voice was stern that it made even you jump a little. It broke through your trance, realising the man was still around and now has to endure the wrath of Jordan Li. The man was taken aback just a bit as his eyes laid on Jordan. They were the same height, but Jordan’s demeanour was as intimidating as they come. Oozing out an authority that required to not be messed with. His jaw ticked, crazed eyes never leaving the man that didn’t seem to get the message of moving away from you.

You turned in your chair, hand immediately meeting the Supe’s forearm and squeezing it as you tried to grab their attention. “Hey, baby. I was wondering where you were,” you said softly, pushing the intruder away from you to stand in front of Jordan. You can tell he was livid and honestly? Nothing turned you on more, but first you must stop them from tearing the persistent man apart.

“Is he bothering you, love?” He spoke without so much as taking his eyes off the offender. Jordan’s body figure was rigid and no amount of force you added was going to make them move. “We were just talking actually, until you interrupted us.” Oh, brave one then? “Is that so? I fucking interrupted you guys? That’s funny. You hear that, babe? I interrupted your fucking conversation.”

You had to deescalate the situation before it got out of hand. “Yeah, haha, that’s so funny. Hey, listen–”

“You think you can just walk up to any random unsuspecting person and think you’re entitled to their time? What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” Jordan’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling them move closer to the man. “Dude, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Well that’s unfortunate ‘cause I wanna give you trouble!” Jordan yelled, almost knocking you over. You know he probably didn’t mean to, but fuck was he strong. And quite frankly, you’ve had enough. “I think we should–” you were cut off before you could finish, the man squaring his chest and stepping to Jordan. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, you knowing he wouldn’t last point three seconds in a fight with your partner.

Jordan moved you swiftly to the side before swinging at the man, not even hitting the ground yet before he knocked out. “Jordan!” You exclaimed, pulling them by their arm as they switched to their female form. It was easier to pull her out of the ball room and out of the building as a whole. You were furious, but you couldn’t deny that was really hot. “Jordan, what the fuck!”

“What the fuck? He was flirting with you! I couldn’t just stand there and let that happen!”

“I was barely paying him any mind. As soon as I saw you did I not have my full attention on you?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs you were sure that the passer-by’s were to look in your direction with a crazed look. But it didn’t matter, Jordan just punched someone! “Yes, but that doesn’t matter! He was doing too much I couldn’t let that slide!”

“That’s besides the point, you punched him! You knocked him out!”

“And I’d do it again.” She said sternly. If it didn't make your legs clench, you would've been pissed. More pissed than you are now. Your anger was slowly diminishing, your eyes becoming softer as you look at Jordan. No matter how hard she tried to look tough, their eyes told the whole story to you. It was hard for Jordan to hide their true feelings to you and it was both amazing and annoying at the same time for them. You slowly reached out to grasp at her tiny hands, squeezing them ever so lightly before pulling her closer to you, noses almost touching.

Jordan smiled small, "I know you will, that's the problem," you said with a huge smile on your lips as well. It made you want to eat her right up. You both stood there for awhile not caring about the world around you. Hands intertwined and lips ghost meeting each other every once in awhile. Jordan squeezed your hands back, lifting their head. "Let's go back to my dorm, yeah?" Your eager nod alone had her quickly pulling you away.

#jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x gn!reader #gen v x reader #‹𝟥 requests

[carlyraejepsans]

Oh great The Sans Artist Ever, please give me your wisdom. How do you make Sans look so convincingly middle aged? Try as I might I feel my vibes fall short..

my wisdom, huh? hey, give me some credit. this is highly specialized knowledge, it takes YEARS to master...

just kidding. biscia's middle aged sans guide. attempt numero uno. here we go.

step one. draw sans like you normally draw him. hey, good job. that's a nice picture you have there. but... it sounds like it's not quite hitting the mark, huh? welp. let's set it aside and try something different.

here's some of my "hot tips" for ya

shrink the eyelights, but not the whole 'socket. or, uh, make the eyesockets bigger and leave the 'lights? help me out here.

you see this a lot with official merch art, but they make the sockets droop down at the sides. it's not 100% sprite accurate, but hey, the bloodhound look works pretty well at making him look older. it's not for everyone though, so just give it a shot.

speaking of eyesockets... don't forget your 'bags under your seat. it's funny. with all the time they play that message, you'd figure people would remember, but lots of artists out there leave the eyes at two black circles. who knows, maybe they don't think it's important, but eyebag to differ.

another big thing a lotta artists change is the nose. which is weird, cause technically he doesn't have one. anyway, the ^ shaped ones are nice and all, but they can push the result closer to baby-faced than you intended. pick up the canon sprite again... pretty solid triangle, right? it's also, uh, a lot bigger than most people draw it. maybe try doing that. you might have to space the eyes apart more, and shrink the mouth too. try out different proportions, see what looks best.

make the mouth more angular. trust me, i used to love the bean mouth, but it can shave more than a couple years from his face. that being said, don't forget the cheeks squishing at the corners. not a lot of chances out there to put lines on a face with no skin, but this is one of 'em.

shorter legs, wider shoulders. really get in that pocket sized refrigerator mindset.

now we get to the fun stuff. some people might call this a "beer belly", but actually, it's just overgrown muscles spilling over. huh..? what's that face supposed to mean? it takes a HUGE amount of training to sit at your post and do nothing all day. there's a reason they call it job "crunching", kid. unfortunately, your "mad gainz" aren't counted on your monthly report. don't bother asking. i tried it and they laughed me outta town.

1/4 head to body ratio max. you can push it further, i guess, but it starts to look off pretty fast. when in doubt, go wider, not taller.

welp, that's pretty much it. you're welcome, by the way. let me know how that goes for ya

#answered asks #undertale #sans

[katsu28]

🍭 “I love you.” “You do?” with jj maybank :)

i haven't written for this himbo in a hot minute, so thank you for this anna baby!!! pls enjoy pining jj <33

jj maybank x reader, short lil best friends to lovers + love confession, 1.6k

“Holy shit, he’s here and I’m not ready yet! J, go stall for time!” You exclaimed, angling your head towards your bedroom, where JJ had been camped out on your bed for hours now, having been the poor soul relegated to help you choose an outfit for your date tonight. The doorbell had just rung whilst you were in the middle of doing your makeup, nearly sending you into a frenzy. 

“Got it!” He yelled back, heaving himself to his feet and stomping down the hall to answer the door, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

There was nothing he wanted to do less than make small talk with yet another guy that wasn’t him taking you on a date. But you asked, and JJ always did what you asked. It came with the territory of being head over heels in love with your best friend. 

He plastered a neutral look on his face, pulling open the front door only to be met with some dude who he vaguely recognized as being one of Sarah’s slightly less stuck up Kook friends—Preston who the fuck knows what. Probably some fancy ass last name like Berkeshire. Harrington. Vanderbilt. Something hyphenated, or with a Jr. or II tacked on the end of it. 

Preston something or other looked a bit surprised to see him standing on the other side of the door but recovered quickly, guy nodding at him suavely. “Hey man. Is Y/N here?” 

“She’s almost ready.” JJ replied, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms. Preston nodded again, shifting on his feet. He looked nervous, JJ noticed. Good. Then he noticed the bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand. “Carnations, huh?” 

“Yeah, you think she’ll like them?” He straightened the cellophane surrounding them, tucking a stray leaf back into the bunch. 

“Oh, totally.” JJ was being one hundred percent sarcastic, but Preston didn’t know that. If he really knew you at all, he would know that you hated carnations. That you thought they were tacky and too bright. And if JJ wanted to be a good guy, he’d tell Preston before he made the wrong impression on you. But he wasn’t going to. He knew he probably should, but he wasn’t going to. Call him selfish. “So tell me, Preston, what’s the agenda for tonight? Where are y’all going?” 

“Uh, nowhere special. Dinner at that new bistro on Main and maybe a walk around town afterward.” Preston chuckled awkwardly, licking his lips. 

Damn it. That was actually a really good date idea. 

“Preston, hi!” You interjected breathlessly, rushing past JJ to give the other boy a brief hug. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I hope this one didn’t tell you too many embarrassing stories about me.” 

“I would never.” JJ mock gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. 

“Yes, you would.” 

“Alright, maybe I would.” He shrugged. “Anyways, whatever! Get outta here, kids, go have fun. Not too much fun though, Preston my man! No funny business, have her home by eleven, yadda yadda.” 

“Bye, J. Try not to burn down the house while I’m gone.” 

“I’ll try my best.” He saluted you, ignoring the warmth in his chest when you rolled your eyes playfully at him. Then you were gone, leaving JJ alone. 

He did admit, he worked himself up a little too much waiting for you to come home. Maybe he almost paced a hole in the floor just thinking about what could happen if this date actually went well. He could see it now, ten, fifteen years into the future—you were a Figure 8 trophy wife with two kids who looked annoyingly just like Preston, and JJ was still here on the southside, hopelessly in love with his happily married, Kook-converted best friend. 

Okay, maybe he was overreacting a little bit, but he couldn’t help it. Nothing he did seemed to quell the thoughts ping-ponging around in his brain; all he could do was wait for you to come home and tell him everything, like you always did. 

-------

He straightened up the second he heard your key twisting in the lock, swinging his legs down to the floor from where they’d previously been hooked over the back of the sofa. Play it cool, bro. 

“That’s it!” You huffed, throwing open the front door and traipsing inside, kicking off your shoes before flopping down next to him rather dramatically. “I’m calling it now! I’m never gonna find anyone!” 

JJ thumped your forehead from where your head had landed in his lap upon landing. “I take it the date didn’t go well?”

“That would be the understatement of a century.” 

“Well, I didn’t like him anyways, so.” You squinted up at him, frowning. “What? He got you carnations, Y/N. You hate carnations.” 

“Yeah, but I didn’t hate Preston. He seemed nice, but the whole night, he was just…off, I dunno.” You sighed, waving a vague hand. “It was weird, I saw him this morning and he said he was excited, but when he came here it was like his whole vibe changed.” Part of that was probably his interaction with JJ, but the blond boy held his tongue. You sat up, angling yourself to face him with furrowed brows. “What did you say to him when he got here earlier?”

“Me? I didn’t say shit, I was just sussin’ him out. Simply exercising my duty as best friend.” 

“Bullshit, you were probably sabotaging me!” Grabbing a pillow, you shoved your face into it, letting out a strangled groan. JJ patted your leg soothingly (he hoped), lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s whatever though. I don’t care anymore. I’m just never gonna find love in this lifetime.” 

“Hey, don’t say that,” He chided, easing the pillow away from your face. “That’s not true. You’ll find love.” With me, he wanted to add. He didn’t. 

“Thanks, J. But I don’t…I really don’t know anymore. Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it just feels like everytime I think ‘wow, this could be the time’, it just doesn’t work out.” You mumbled, picking at a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. “Makes me think that maybe it’s me, maybe I’m just unlovable.” 

And that—you thinking that you were unlovable when JJ had loved you all his life—that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

“I love you.” He blurted, brows furrowing. 

Your breath caught in your chest, and you hesitated a second. “You do?” 

“Fuck—yeah. Yeah, I do. ‘Course I do.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his already unruly hair, causing it to spring back in every which way. “How could I not?” 

“Since when?” 

“Are you kidding me? Since forever, Y/N. Honestly, probably since the first day we met, back when we were what, seven? You told me you liked my hair. Said it reminded you of gold, then you shared your fruit snacks with me. And that,” JJ chuckled, shaking his head, “that stuck with me, ever since then.” 

“I remember.” You said softly, the memory bringing a small smile to your face. You’d met JJ on the first day of second grade, and it seemed like you’d just been attached at the hip ever since. He knew everything about you, you knew everything about him—except for the fact that he’d been in love with you ever since.

So really, maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. 

“I can see the gears turning in your head right now.” He bumped his knuckles against your knee, ducking to meet your gaze. “You don’t have to say anything right now, I know it’s—it’s probably hard to take in. But it’s the truth. You were never unloveable, Y/N, you’re fucking perfect. You just…hadn’t found the right guy to love yet. And it might not be me, but I just needed you to know that you’re not doing anything wrong. Those guys are just fucking stupid if they didn’t see what I see in you. What I’ve always seen.”

You didn’t respond, instead just leaning forward and taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips against his, kissing him before you chickened out. If JJ was surprised he masked it well, only taking less than a beat to react. He reached out blindly, hands finding your waist to pull you onto his lap as he kissed you back eagerly. 

“That was—what was that?” He breathed, pink lips parted and now shiny with your lipgloss, eyes bluer than the summer sky gazing wide right at you. 

“Wanted to see if it felt right.” You whispered.

His chest rose and fell, pushing against yours with every deep breath he took in an attempt to keep calm despite his electric nerves. “And did it?” 

“It did.” You confirmed with a nod, a small grin stretching your lips. 

Everything was making sense now, like pieces slotting into a lifelong puzzle. The reason you were having such a hard time finding someone to love and someone to love you was because the person you needed and didn’t realize you wanted had been right in front of you for years, and you’d been too blind to see it all this time. But you saw it now. 

You saw JJ now, and nothing had been clearer. 

“I love you, J.” 

JJ’s eyes fluttered shut almost blissfully, head lolling back against the couch cushions. “Shit, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear you say that.” He gave your waist a quick squeeze before letting his hand come up to give himself a light slap on the cheek. 

“What’re you doing?” You giggled, tugging his hand away from his face. 

“Making sure this isn’t another one of my dreams.” 

Your brows lifted teasingly. “You dream about me?” 

“All the fucking time, sweetheart.” His fingers traced the inside of your wrist, basking in the feeling of your soft skin warm against his, the view of you sitting on top of him looking like the epitome of beauty. He’d imagined this moment countless times, but never once did he think it would ever become a reality. 

“And how do those dreams usually end?” 

JJ smirked, eyes now gleaming with mischief. “You want me to show you?”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x fem!reader #outer banks #rudy pankow #kait celebrates 1k! #so excited to see my man in a month eeeee #obx3 pls come quicker

[eclipsejoku]

Familiar.

Before you read, I just wanna say this prompt is from @alise2109! You can see the prompt here! They make great prompts :D

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why.

TW: Flirting, manipulation(?), drinking (wine), swearing, searching through another's stuff, looking through diary

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

In the [ Villain HQ ], Villain lay on the couch, feeling as devastated as a hopeless romantic.

“I don’t get it!” They complained, feeling annoyed. They just came back from fighting Hero, and they felt fucking horrible. Their body ached, but not as much as their heart. Every time they fought, every snarky remark Hero made, something was so oddly—

Sighing, Villain lazily opened one eye to see their sidekick’s awkward face. “What do you want, Sidekick?”

“Supervillain requested a meeting again.” They spoke quickly and efficiently, though their eyes darted around the room. Villain sighed again.

“Again? For what?”

“They didn’t say.”

Clearing their throat, Villain strained up and ruffled their hair, trying to compose themself. “When’s the meeting?”

“Well, Supervillain said as soon as possible.” Sidekick sounded unsure but attempted to be slightly helpful. However, their uncertainty only aggravated Villain more.

“Go on then,” Villain said, speaking like they would to a dog. “Be a doll and tell them I’m coming.” Sidekick vigorously nodded and scurried away, going towards Supervillain’s office.

“Fucking hell,” Villain spoke tiredly. They looked down at their outfit — A baggy, worn-out shirt with loose shorts. They sighed again. “Fucking hell.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Villain knocked on the door, hearing a muffled “come in” on the other end. They opened the door, looking at the shadowy figure hidden by a shadow.

“You requested me, Supervillain?”

“In fact, I did.” Supervillain stood up from their desk and walked to a cabinet, grabbing something out of it. Out of it, Supervillain grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Care for a drink?” Villain was shocked at the gesture but nodded. Supervillain went back to the desk and poured them both a glass. Villain and Supervillain both took one glass, drinking together. Supervillain and Villain sat in front of each other, the only distance between them a desk. “I’m sure you’re curious why I’ve requested your presence, right?”

“I mean, you’ve never called me without a reason.”

“Well, is it wrong to see a good old friend?”

“You clearly want something.”

“Clever (wo)man.” Supervillain chuckled, taking a sip of the rich red wine. “I’ll admit, I didn’t call you here for nothing. There’s a mission I’ve requested for you, and you’re the only one I can trust who has brain cells here.” Villain gave their own laugh but didn’t dare sip the wine. They knew better.

“But, before we go to that, tell me something.” Supervillain started, their once calm expression turning slightly tense. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?”

Villain froze at the sudden confrontation. “How’d you know?”

“Practically everyone can hear your groans of frustration. Unless, of course, it’s just your ‘private business,’” Supervillain spoke suggestively, smirking. Villain blushed.

“No no no! It’s not that! Get your head outta the gutter, will you?”

“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” they denied. “I’m simply asking what’s got you so worked up tonight.”

“Well… It’s stupid, really.”

“Nothing’s stupid, darling.” Villain winced at the nickname. Supervillain shrugged it off. “Besides, any conflict here could result in poor reports, right? I’m just worried about your reports.”

Villain was hesitant to answer. Supervillain stared them up and down. “Of course, if you don’t feel like answering because you don’t trust me, I won’t mind.” They took another swig from the wine glass, seemingly disappointed. Sighing, Villain set down the full glass of wine on the table.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t know who to trust anymore,” Villain explained, Supervillain showing interest.

“Oh, really?”

“Duh. That's what I just said.”

“How humorous.”

“I’m serious, Supervillain,” Villain threatened, though they both knew Supervillain had the upper hand at all times. “Since the last mission, I’ve just…” they sighed, their cheeks turning pink. “... Hero’s been on my mind–” Supervillain’s eyes widened.

“Hero? As in your ‘oh so mighty goody-two-shoes’ Hero?”

Villain sighed and nodded. “They just… I dunno. Every time I look into their eyes, they look so familiar. Like someone I’ve known–”

“Well, that’s saying something. Not everyone’s as hot as Hero,” Supervillain interrupted casually, sipping their wine again. Villain groaned in frustration, their cheeks feeling warm.

“It’s not just that!”

“You’re not saying they’re not–”

“That’s beside the point!” Villain screamed, their face the same color as the wine. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Well, we’ve got wine for a reason.”

“How helpful,” Villain mocked, but reluctantly picked up their wine glass and drank anyway, the drink cooling the back of their throat. They sighed with satisfaction and swirled it around in their glass while leaning back on their chair. Supervillain smirked at their reaction, taking in every bit of it. Villain looked at Supervillain observing them and scoffed, continuing their meaningless rant. “The way they speak sarcastically, hurling insults towards me, even how they fight seems oddly… fuck, I don’t even know.” Villain continued sipping their wine, feeling tense. “Every time I see their face, I just wanna–”

“Kiss it?”

“OH FUCK OFF, SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain cackled at Villain’s flustered and angry reaction. Sighing, Supervillain grabbed the wine bottle and gently poured over their glass. “Would you like more wine, darling?” They offered, acting like nothing happened. Villain grumbled at the nickname but handed their glass, patiently waiting for Supervillain to refill it.

Supervillain handed them their newly-filled glass. “So, are you planning on doing something about this… discovery?”

“What discovery?”

“That you might’ve known Hero? At least find out the connection?”

Villain scoffed. “Fuck no. It’s just a waste of time.” Villain let out a chuckle, but it felt a bit empty. “I mean, I may be feeling deja vu with the person I hate the most, but I still have a job. I’m not stupid.”

“Fair enough.” Supervillain shrugged. “Wouldn’t want my dear to get hurt from the past, now would I?”

“Since when did you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, shit.” Villain and Supervillain giggled a bit as they drank their wine. “By the way, what’s the mission you referred to earlier? My mind’s a bit foggy from the wine.”

“Already?” Supervillain teased. “Thought you had a better tolerance.”

“Thought you removed that foot up your ass.”

“Aww~ Is the little puppet sad?”

“Fuck off, dumbass. Now, can I hear the mission or not?” Villain’s patience was growing thin, and they growled when Supervillain laughed.

“Your mission is simple, yet complicated. Sneak into the [Heroes HQ] for valuable information.”

“Wait, what–”

”I hope your little deja vu doesn’t get in the way. But it won’t. You’ll ensure that no distractions are caused. Right, Villain?” Supervillain purred, sipping their wine with a smug grin.

“Oh, you shit-eating–”

“Now now, dear,” Supervillain said calmly. “Wouldn’t want a fuss before your mission. After all, it would be a shame to replace you.” Supervillain put one hand on Villain’s neck as they caressed it. “And embarrassing for your image, and you know an image is everything.”

Villain blushed slightly at Supervillain’s cold touch. Their arms felt shaky from the sudden contact as they slowly sipped their wine.

“An image gives you power and control over others that see who you are.”

Villain carefully set the now empty glass on the table and shivered.

“So, you’ll do it, right? I mean, It’s not like you got a say in it anyway.” Supervillain’s hand reached up to Villain’s jaw, tracing the edges. “And you’d hate to disappoint me, right?” Villain gave a slow, nervous nod.

“Y–Yeah…”

“Good to know.” Supervillain let go and smirked, drinking their wine. They licked their teeth. “You’re mission’s in a week. You’ll have plenty of time to prepare.”

Villain’s body was slightly shaking from embarrassment, their body slowly turning pink.

“Want more wine?’

“I’ll pass.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After an agonizing week, the Villain suited up, covered it with a baggy hoodie and sweats, and walked through the buzzing city. Many were too distracted or busy to acknowledge them, so at least there were a few pluses. However, the loud screeching of tires and shrieking of passersby made it almost unbearable.

But they had a mission to complete.

A buzzing in their pocket vibrated against their skin. Sighing, Villain pulled their phone out of their pants and looked at the screen.

[ CALL FROM UNKNOWN ]

Pressing answer, they put the phone against their face while walking.

“Are you there yet?” An aggravating noise spoke against Villain’s ear.

“Not yet.”

“Can you hurry up? It’s almost nightfall.”

“Geez, were you always this pushy?” Villain groaned.

“Not my fault you suck at being not slow,” Supervillain mocked, clearly annoyed Villain wasn’t as fast as anticipated.

“It’s called sucking at being fast, idiot.”

“Whatever. Hurry up. The heroes are gonna be there soon, and we don’t wanna risk–”

“Yeah yeah. Do you need anything else?”

“Other than you not being a dick?” Supervillain questioned. “No, no I don’t. Ciao, darlin.” Villain quickly pressed end call and shoved the phone into their pocket. Grumbling, they found an alleyway and hid there for a while, staying out of sight. The shadows from the walls concealed their face, only their [ eye color ] eyes piercing through the darkness. They remained completely still until they found their target.

Hero.

They were strolling past their alleyway, oblivious to their stalker. They weren’t busy or anything, just walking around while giving a casual autograph here and there. “Perfect,” they thought and followed from the depths of the shadows. Of course, it was easy. Almost everyone was following Hero. Reporters, huge fans, even some fangirls and fanboys begging for a photo. Some were even trying to latch onto their arms, begging for attention.

Ew.

Rolling their eyes, Villain followed inside the crowd and eventually reached the giant building known as [ Hero HQ ]. As people tried to follow Hero through the gates, multiple bodyguards guarding the doors pushed everyone away. Still, it never stopped people and reporters screaming questions and requests through the barred gate, or flashing a camera through the tight bars for a blog article. Before leaving inside, Hero politely waved to everyone, but once their eyes laid on Villain’s civilian persona, they faltered, their unwavering grin falling for a split second. They froze, the paparazzi taking this opportunity to flash cameras in their face. Villain noticed this, wondering what was wrong. Though, when they stared into Hero’s eyes, they felt a sense of recognition.

Almost like they’ve been here before.

After snapping out of their trance, Hero abruptly turned around and hurried inside, slamming the doors. An audible groan rang throughout the crowd, slowly departing from the front of [ Hero’s HQ ]. Villain felt their body frozen, replaying it all in their head. It was like looking in a mirror. Hero looked just like how the Villain pictured themself feeling deja vu. It had to mean something.

Villain pulled out their phone and redialed. They too left the front gate and walked along the building’s edges. The buzzing turned to a bit of static and a familiar, soothing voice came.

“Back so soon?”

“Hey. Quick question,” Villain started. “What’s the earliest I can strike?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the clock struck twelve, Villain hopped from roof to roof. The mission was similar to previous ones, but it always gave a sense of thrill and fear.

They perched on a single, towering roof, looking down at the [ Hero HQ ]. It was a building that resembled most government official buildings; A pearly white exterior with a most likely soft golden interior. Villain didn’t care much. All they had to do was get inside and steal any information they could keep. Of course, Supervillain did an honor by not giving any details about what data they wanted. It wasn’t out of character for Supervillain to be secretive and vague. Still, they’d rather not face another punishment from them. Last time was a bit complicated.

Observing the building’s layout from above, life was gracious enough to give Villain an opening; the guards from earlier were all dealing with the paparazzi again. Most of the corners were open. Bingo.

They stealthily jumped down, their footsteps blocked out by camera clicks and screaming to get inside. A big party was being hosted inside for all the heroes. It was to celebrate the defeat of [ Other Supervillain ]. Villain didn’t care much about [ Other Supervillain ] but was glad the asshole was gone. They were a manipulative narcissist who couldn’t give two shits about his employees. Still, the heroes weren’t any better, hiding any murder as a safety protocol and shit. Still, they didn’t have time to rant.

When they got close enough, they jumped the fence. If the heroes were smart, wouldn’t they make better security? Villain chuckled to themselves as they carefully looked at the walls. A couple of windows, a few with lights on. That was a no-go. They walked along the perimeter and found a window. It was pitch black, probably a room. Even if it’s on the third floor, scaling them would be the easiest part. After a few minutes of climbing, Villain reached the window. It had a weak lock on it. After picking at it, it snapped open and Villain climbed inside.

The room was spacious at least. It was dark though, and Villain would prefer to keep it that way. Bright lights attract bugs and hero-like pests. Pulling their goggles over their eyes, Villain’s sight adjusted to their dim surroundings. The goggles were night-vision, equipped by Supervillain themself. How generous after sending them on a risky death mission, huh?

Looking around, it was just a dorm room. It was similar to those you’d find in a college. They took in the details surrounding them. It had a single bed and a messy desk swarmed with papers, and the walls were decorated with posters. “So much for a hero. Can’t even save their room from messiness,” Villain thought. They approached the pinned documents and looked at them. They were scribbled layouts of buildings and warehouses, each written in chicken scratch. They sighed. They didn’t even have neat handwriting. How stupid. Still, it was a bit readable. “Huh… Warehouse Operation Zero?” Villain wondered aloud, reading the title. “explosives in the back… safety protocol five, organization three… the fuck?” Villain murmured. Something was going on, but Villain knew better than to assume. The paper was a planning sheet. It said “undergoing development.”

“Might be useful.” Villain shrugged, pulling out a scanning device. They set the paper on the table and took photos and copies, sending them to Supervillain. Villain looked around more, searching through cabinets and drawers. More papers were going about Operation Zero, so Villain did the honor of sending more scans. Villain gave a devilish smirk. This room was the jackpot. This hero must’ve been a stupid newbie.

Villain decided to snoop in some more. After all, all the documents were already sent, and the party was loud enough to send vibrations through their body. There was no way the heroes could hear Villain.

They looked in some small containers on the desk. “Huh… trading cards?” Villain questioned, taking out the cards from the box. They were the heroes' official trading cards. Of course, they were popular among children and teens, but a hero having their own trading cards? How laughable. Villains never had trading cards. They weren’t exactly popular with the public. No, what really shocked them was the fan-made trading cards of villains from their HQ. Villain stayed silent, looking at them with surprise. A hero making trading cards of villains? It was weird. Finding new curiosity, they shuffled through them. Henchman, Other Villain, even fucking Supervillain! Instead of mocking them, Villain actually felt giddy. They were so detailed. Trading cards of heroes were usually a bit more animated than realistic, looking like semi-real cartoon characters. This hero got the style just right! The shading was amazing, how they captured their expressions. Henchman looked cold as always, Other Villain looked crazy, looking like they were plotting out a scheme, Supervillain seemed slightly flirty and mischievous, and-… was that Villain’s card?

In awe, Villain set the other cards down and looked at their own card, their name printed in bold. It was shiny, glistening in the moonlight. Despite wearing night-vision goggles and almost everything looking a shade of blue, they could tell it was them. They looked malicious, yet intelligent. Almost like you were falling into their trap. After staring for a while, Villain noticed something in the top-right corner of the card. Squinting, they realized it was a watermark.

Hero.

They froze. Hero made these?! Villain couldn’t tell if they should be annoyed or flattered. How the hell did Hero, probably their worst enemy, make freaking trading cards?! More importantly, why? They frowned. Hero was the reason they were feeling feelings. Their speaking patterns, the way they moved and fought, everything was familiar. The fact Hero seemed to falter when they saw Villain’s civilian persona makes it worse. They knew something, too.

And they hated it.

They growled and tossed the trading cards on the floor. They started to slam open the drawers and containers, looking for something, anything. They felt irritated. This was exactly what Supervillain warned them about, but they didn’t even care anymore. Tears started to fill their eyes. They felt confused, hatred, and… a feeling of weakness. They were so stupid. They let emotions get in the way, and emotions make you fragile. That’s what they were always taught, and that’s how it was supposed to go.

So why did Hero make them feel so vulnerable?

So much for a stealth mission. The room looked completely trashed. The once neat bed had its blanket on the floor. The messy desk has most of its stuff fallen on the floor from Villain’s rage. Sobbing, Villain quivered as they looked around for something familiar to them. Something to give comfort and warmth.

Wait, no.

No no no no no.

They shouldn’t want comfort.

They shouldn’t need it.

Wiping their tears, Villain looked around, hugging themself. Something shiny on the nightstand caught their attention. A beautiful leather book. They carefully stalked closer, gently grasping it. The unclasped the lock and opened it, reading the messy handwriting. Villain couldn’t help but let out a choked-laugh. They skimmed through, reading the shaky writing. It seemed like Hero kept it since they started the hero agency, or even before that. The dates went years ago. Suddenly, they spotted an entry from today.

X/XX/XXXX

Today, I thought I saw [ Villain Civillain Name ]. It was weird, really. They looked so familiar, but different. But I know what I saw. They’re dead missing(?). I’m just hallucinating, or being weird again. What was really ironic is they looked back with a similar look. Well, not really, but they seemed confused. They seemed nice, though. It was like I was looking back on the past, or something like that. They had a few scars, like a small one on their cheek. They had beautiful eyes. Reminded me of the Moon, honestly. Their outfit looked cute. Something [ Villain Civillian Name ] would probably like. Their hair was messy, but in a good way. Looked like they cut it themself. I wished I had that type of hair. They looked pretty in general. Maybe I can see them later. I mean, if they were following in the crowd, then they might be a fan, right? I’ll probably try to see them in my civillain persona, just to make sure they’re nice in general. I feel guilty, honestly. It sounds like I’m trying to replace [ Villain Civillain Name ], but life just feels empty without them. If I had someone like them, maybe it’ll feel less empty? I still feel like I’m being selfish, but it hurts.

I miss you, friend.

At the end, there was a picture. It was of two kids under a tree, posing for a photo. They seemed barely teenagers.

Villain and Hero.

They dropped the book, taking frantic steps back. Their mind was swirling with emotions, clouded with confusion and recognition. They felt annoyed, confused, disappointed, humiliated, they didn’t know anymore. Their breathing was heavy and uneven, their eyes darting around the room. They had to get out of here. They snatched the book and darted towards the window, jumping out. They landed on their face, but got up and ran out of there, ignoring the yells of the guards. They jumped over the fence and sprinted away, going along the road. They felt numb, but kept moving regardless. It was dark, the eerie street lights illuminating the alleyways and buildings. It was quiet, but Villain’s mind felt so loud. After they felt like they were far enough, they went inside an alleyway and curled into a ball. They started to sob, feeling a rush of emotions. Hero was their friend. They used to be friends, and Villain tried to kill them. Hero tried to kill them back. They didn’t know what to do. The notebook was still in their clutches to they hugged it tight in an embrace. For some reason, it made them feel safe.

A buzzing from their pocket brought them out of their trance. They shakily brought their phone out and looked. Supervillain was calling. The answered and put it against their ear.

“Villain! Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to get out of there half an hour ago!” The familiar shout of Supervillain made them sob again, and Supervillain spoke in a more concerned and soft voice. “Villain..? Is… Is that you?”

“Y–yeah,” Villain replied, their voice cracking. The sniffed, their noise runny. “I-... Y-you go the plans, right?”

“Yeah… Villain, what–”

“I’ll be at the base in a few,” Villain said. Before Supervillain could protest, they ended the call. Sighing, they got up and shoved the phone in their pocket. They started to walk towards [ Villain HQ ], still holding the notebook near their chest.

This was the safest they felt since.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Honestly, I dunno how I feel about this :\ It feels off to me- I don't really like it, but I spent a while making this to prevent writer's block, so this is what you get-

#writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #villain #hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing snippet #my writing #original writing #short story #short stories #heroes #villains #supervillain

[tokio-motel]

PFTTTT

im sorry but this shi funny asl(im still mad at you)

bro whole band(separately headcannons) with there bf who sleeps with his eyes open💀💀

like bro it'll be the middle of the night and tom would prolly be more freaked out thinkin readers dead or smth and wakes him up and reader is just like "huh.." ALL OF THEM ARE SO MF CONFUSED I CANT💀💀🤚🏾😭

BAND X READER: SLEEPING WITH EYES OPEN

got me giggling omg. ermmm also u shouldnt be mad at me 🤨🙏

BILL:

・He thinks he's seeing things.

・Glancing over at you and your eyes are open? He thinks he's tired and his eyes are playing tricks on him.

・Yet he keeps glancing at you and your eyes still aren't closed.

・Panic starts to settle in.

・Squeezes your arm lazily, not hard enough to bruise yet hard enough to definitely wake you up.

・Shaking you by a shoulder, muttering a soft "M/N" groggily.

・Relief washes over him when you hum back, turning your head slightly towards him as you blink a few times to see him better.

"Huh?..wha'cha need?"

"...nothing. Go back to bed."

・He's so fucking confused but he's too tired to ask about it, just snuggling closer to you.

・Can't help but giggle everytime the event re-occurs , it's just funny to him for some reason 💀

TOM:

・HE'S SCARED.

・Waking up in the middle of the night, turning over to you about to admire your face and your FUCKING EYES ARE OPEN?

・nearly pissed himself.

・At first he'd think you were just staring off into space but after a minute or so of not blinking he'd get concerned.

・Actually thinks you died in your sleep or some shit.

・Frantically shaking you awake, his eyes blown wide and his heart thumping.

"M/N! M/N!"

"...huhhhh..?"

・He's petrified...

・You being confused makes him even MORE confused.

・he had to sleep on the couch the first night it happened.

GEORG:

・Thinks your looking at something on the wall/ceiling.

・He'd ask what your looking at (nothing lol), getting confused when you don't respond

・He thinks your ignoring himmmmmm

・Gives you a little push on the shoulder, whispering your name under his breath

・When you haven't been blinking for a while he checks your pulse, his own heart beating so fast he could hardly breathe

・If your pulse is going at a normal pace he just kinda...ignores it

・Letting you lay down, hell he probably takes a picture to show you in the morning

・Idk I feel like in the middle of the night he'd try to close your eyelids of some stupid shi like that 😭😭

GUSTAV:

・..Okay.

・He'd be like the least freaked out.

・Nearly screamed but like...y'know

・He finds it quite funny, can't help but snicker anytime he realises your sleeping while looking at the ceiling

・but if your facing HIM with your eyes open in the middle of the night? shit he's 'bout to hit you.

・Nothing against you, bae! It just scared the actual shit outta him

・He honestly doesn't really wake up in th middle of the night, he's a pretty heavy sleeper so he hardly notices.

・Few times he does notice his heart stops...but then he remembers that's jus what you do so🤗🤗🤗🤗

・He might've woke you up the first time just to make sure you were okay but he just leaves you alone now

#after this istg i need to take a break from writing cause I CANTTTT anymore adjdhcvcvnjh #im so tired #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x male reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #georg listing #georg listing x reader #georg listing x male reader #gustav schäfer #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schäfer x male reader #gustav schäfer x reader #i think that's all the tags idk