#up to and including trying to follow me into the bathroom and yelling at her parents to go away because she only wanted to play with me

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There's an antique lock and key set and a pair of velvet gloves that look like they have my name written all over them (or a smutty friends to lovers with Steve Harrington where maybe we're partners in a game - drinking game at a rager, yard game at a bbq, board game on a game night, chicken at the pool party...I'm not picky - and celebrating our winning streak gets...a little out of hand 😉😉)

thank you, angel ♥ i got more than a little carried away with this one lol 6.4k words | cw: fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex 18+ only! mdni! literally the smuttiest smut that ever smutted

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"Ready?" Steve asks.

No. Fuck, no.

“Yeah,” you respond. Steve smiles that almost evil smile of his and dives down so you can climb onto his shoulders. Again. You can't believe you're doing this again.

It's the third round of chicken fighting that you and Steve are participating in, and as you climb onto Steve's shoulders, you try not to think that you're climbing onto Steve's shoulders.

Steve. Your friend Steve. The guy you have the world's biggest crush on...no, fuck that. It's more. You know it's more, but you're afraid to admit the stronger word.

Because Steve is Steve. He's off limits.

Which doesn't make it any easier for you to try not to think about the way his big, warm hands are now on your thighs, holding on tight so you don't fall off his shoulders, where you're sitting in nothing but a bikini, his head between your legs...

"1, 2,3...go!" Robin yells, sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. You raise your arms as the team in front of you advances, the girl's arms stretched in hopes of pushing you off Steve.

But you and Steve are, apparently, invincible today.

It happens faster this time; next thing you know, the girl's grip slips, and you are the one who ends up pushing her into the water, her partner also losing his balance in the process. They laugh and the crowd — including Robin — goes wild. The adrenaline surges through your veins as you realize you've won. Again. Steve keeps you up there for one more moment, just so you can throw your arms in the air, giggling, enjoying your third victory in a row. Then, he carefully lowers you down into the water. 

When he emerges again, wet hair sticking to his forehead, he's grinning at you as he grabs your wrist, making you raise your arm one more for the crowd.

You giggle.

Steve sighs. It's that laugh of yours, the one that makes his heart skip a beat every time. 

"I think that's enough for today," you say, lowering your arm and grinning up at him, a bit dizzy from the adrenaline of the victory and the heat of the sun on your skin. 

Steve suddenly feels dizzy too, for a completely different reason.

He unsuspectingly watches as a fat drop of water travels down your lower lip, to your chin, your neck... and then you turn around, moving in the direction of the pool ladder. Against his better judgment, he follows.

Once out of the pool, you look around. 

"D'you want me to grab a clean towel for you?" Steve offers, ever the gentleman.

"Towel, yeah, that would be great..." you murmur, feeling ten times more self-conscious now that the two of you are out of the water. You don't even know most of the people here… "Can I come with you?"

Steve coughs.

The pool party had started earlier that day. The only clean towels remaining in that house now are in his bathroom. 

In his room.

And you're all wet.

For God's sake. That's the last place where he should be alone with you right now. 

But, like an idiot, Steve nods, "Sure, let's go." 

He leads you through the living room, past a group of people who are sitting on the floor, drinking and laughing, to the stairs, taking them two at a time. You're a little out of breath, but manage to keep up with his long strides until he reaches the top. The hallway up here is a lot dimmer, but you can still see the soft, warm sunlight coming from beneath his bedroom door. It's strange how you've never been in his room before. Countless times in his house, sure, but never his room.

Steve clears his throat and then opens the door, stepping aside to let you enter first. 

It's... not what you expected. It's not messy like the stereotypical rich boy's room, but it's not pristine either. It's neat, orderly, but... lived in. There's a king-sized bed in the center of the room, covered with a duvet that looks like it's been slept in. A small nightstand on each side of the bed, with a lamp and a few framed photos on top — you're even in some of them with him and the kids. The walls are painted a soft, warm blue, and there's a big window next to the bed, letting in the bright sunlight.

The air smells like... like him. Like soap and hairspray.

Steve clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. He's still shirtless, so it's not like that's hard to do. "Here, take this," he says, tossing a towel in your direction. You catch it reflexively, feeling the softness of the fabric against your bare skin.

"Thanks," you murmur, rubbing your hair with it. 

The sound of laughter from downstairs seeps in through the partly open window. Steve is standing on the other side of the room, a towel loosely draped around his neck, and maybe it's that mysterious drink Robin offered you earlier making you imagine things, but there's a strange tension in the air and you're under the distinct impression that Steve is consciously avoiding you as you dry off.

You wonder what he's thinking. 

Steve clears his throat again, seeming to steel himself for something. "Um... I'm gonna go grab a drink. You... you want one?" he asks, not quite meeting your eye.

"Sure. And...can you get my dress? I left it downstairs earlier."

Steve nods, turning away from you so fast you almost wonder if he's mad. He disappears into the hallway, and you hear the click of the door being closed behind him, followed by the distant sound of footsteps as he makes his way downstairs.

Left alone in his room, you wander over to the bed and sit down on the edge, now wrapped in your towel. The duvet is soft against your bare skin, and the pillows smell like him. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to curl up here with him, to feel his warmth surround you as you drift off to sleep.

Probably not the kind of thought you should have in your friend's room.

The door opens again, and Steve steps back in, two glasses of something clear and fizzy in his hand. "Here you go," he says, handing you one of them. You take the drink gratefully, sniffing at it before taking a sip. It's some kind of spritzer, sweet and tangy. "And here's your dress."

It's draped over the curve of his arm. Steve sets his own drink on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed beside you, extending his arm so you could take the dress.

You do take it, but make no move to put it on. "I didn't know you were that good at chicken fighting," you say, trying to make it sound light-hearted.

Steve smiles. "Pretty sure it was all you."

"Of course not," you playfully nudge him. "We're a team."

He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he reaches for his drink and takes a generous sip. "Yeah, a team," he repeats softly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He studies you for a moment, taking another sip of his drink. The silence stretches between you. You wish you knew what was going through his mind, if he was feeling the same things you were.

"It is something," you quietly insist.

Steve looks at you, his eyes flickering uncertainly. "I don't know what you mean," he says finally, but there's a catch in his voice that betrays him, a hint of vulnerability that you've never heard before.

You stand up. He looks at you like you had just slapped him. 

"I'm still wet," you explain. Then, way too quickly for your embarrassment to go unnoticed, you add, "from the pool, I mean! Not...I don't want to make a mess of your bed or anything, you know...I mean, by sitting there while I'm wearing a wet bikini and-"

Steve cuts you off with a laugh. "Hey, hey," he says, reaching out to take your hand. "It's okay. You're fine. You can sit here." He squeezes your hand gently, and there's a warmth in his touch that sends a shiver through you. "And if you did make a mess, I'd clean it up. No worries."

You sit down again. Better than awkwardly standing there. 

"Very gentlemanly of you," you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Steve shrugs, returning your smile. "I'm not that bad, am I?" he asks, his voice teasing.

"The worst. But you're a good partner in chicken fighting, though."

Steve swallows hard.

"Just that?"

There is a moment of silence, as you and Steve stare at each other. You know exactly what he means, what's behind that question, behind the look he's giving you right now, studying your face like it's the first time he's seeing it. At least...you think you know. 

He puts his glass aside again. You open your mouth to say something, but he's faster.

"I need to go."

"Wait-"

He doesn't wait. Steve is on his feet in a second, almost at the door in two. 

But you, somehow supernaturally faster…you grab his wrist. You grab his wrist with both hands and oh God, Steve's not quite sure what to do with you now. He doesn't respond, doesn't move. You tug at his arm, wanting him to turn around, look at you. He doesn't.

"Steve."

His name feels like a whisper on your lips. It's not loud, but it's urgent. 

Steve is having a hard time remembering why he's supposed to keep his distance from you. He turns around to look at you, your hand slipping down to his, still not letting him go…and he realizes it was a bad idea.

The desperation in your eyes mirrors his own, and before he knows what he's doing, Steve is leaning in, hands grabbing your face, mouth finding yours, lips parting. 

He's not gentle, not soft. 

You moan into the kiss and Steve kicks the door closed without looking, his hands finding your waist as you cling to his neck, the towel falling at your feet. Your lips part and he slips inside, tasting you, feeling the warmth of your breath on his skin as you gasp, stumbling back as he pushes forward.

The bed is soft but cold beneath you as you land, Steve on top of you, pinning you down."God," he groans into your neck. "Sorry."

You giggle. "God, sorry?"

He groans in reply, lips moving against your neck as he continues to kiss his way down your collarbone. "I mean it," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"M' not...complaining."

Steve laughs roughly into your skin, pressing his lips to the dip between your breasts and finally looking up into your eyes. He pauses for a moment, searching for something there. You can see the uncertainty in his expression, the fear of losing control, of what will happen if he really lets go.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you say automatically.

He chuckles at your answer, a soft, low sound that vibrates through your chest. "You're sure?" he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, this time softer, slower. "Because I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to take advantage of you."

"How could you possibly take advantage of me?" you ask, sounding almost annoyed.

Steve smiles. "I don't know. I just..." He trails off, pressing a quick kiss to your chin. "I just want this to be right."

You can feel his hesitation, his worry, but you don't want to push him away. You reach up, gently cupping his cheek, and look into his eyes. "I want to."

"You want to?"

"Yes."

There's a moment where the weight of what you've just said seems to press down on Steve, making him pause. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear, but finds only the truth. He exhales shakily, looking like it takes every ounce of his self-control to do so. "Tell me you're not drunk."

You reach up, tracing his jawline with your fingers. "I'm not drunk."

"Fuck..." he mutters, trying to concentrate as you trail your fingers down his neck, over his collarbone. "Really? Don't lie to me."

You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm not drunk," you repeat. "I had like…two drinks. Are you drunk?"

Steve laughs, a choked-up sound. "I've had more than that," he admits. "But I'm…I'm okay." He looks at you for a long moment, like he's trying to commit your face to memory, just in case. Then he leans in, kissing you softly, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that belies his earlier urgency. "But even if I were drunk, you're welcome to take advantage of me anytime."

You smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'll keep that in mind," you whisper, feeling a rush of affection for him. Steve groans into the kiss, pressing your back against the mattress as his hips move between your legs. His skin feels hot against yours, his muscles tense, and with nothing but the thin fabric of your bikini bottom and his swim trunks between you, there's little left for the imagination.

"Steve," you breathe out as he kisses his way down your neck, nipping at your skin with his teeth. His name feels heavy in your mouth, like you've been holding it there for years and it's finally been given the chance to be spoken. "Steve…"

"You keep saying my name like that and I'm going to lose it."

You feel the wet heat of his mouth as he kisses his way back down your neck, over your collarbone. His fingers are patient, too patient as they trail up your sides, over your ribs, stopping just shy of your breasts like he's afraid he'll go too far, too fast, too soon.

"Can I-"

"Yes."

His laughter is soft as he pulls back to look at you, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted. He brushes a strand of wet hair away from your face, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"What were you going to say?"

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Something about wanting you. About how I can't believe I'm finally here with you." His fingers drift lower, tracing the curve of your neck before one hooks playfully under the delicate string of your bikini top. "I was going to ask if I could touch you."

You nod, feeling the anticipation building inside you. "Yes," you breathe, arching into his touch. "Please."

His smile is slow, almost wicked. He lets go of the string and instead cups your breast, thumb tracing the hardening peak of your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Your back arches further, and a soft moan escapes your lips as his fingers find purchase and squeeze. He pulls back slightly, watching as you close your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "Is this okay?" he whispers, tracing a circle around your nipple with his finger.

"Yes," you manage to choke out.

Steve hums in understanding, his touch growing more confident as he cups your breast in his hand, squeezing gently before circling your nipple with his thumb. The sensation is almost too much, making your hips twitch against his as you arch further into the touch. 

He wonders for a moment if he should take it further, if he should untie the knot and push the bikini top down, revealing your breasts to his touch...would you be okay with that? Or should he keep going, teasing you until you beg? His eyes flicker down to your lips, watching as they part slightly with each shallow breath, how your tongue darts out to wet them. 

You're so beautiful, he thinks, almost dizzy from the sight of you.

He can feel the warmth between his legs, the insistent pressure as his cock strains against the fabric of his trunks. You'll be the death of him, he's certain. He's already so fucking hard and you're not even naked yet.

He leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Can I?" 

He kisses your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. And then his fingers slide lower, tracing the line of your stomach, pausing at your navel… 

"Can I touch you here?"

The feel of his fingers tracing the line of your stomach, so close to where you ache for him to touch, is almost too much to bear. You chuckle as you arch your back, offering him more of your skin, more of yourself, then grabbing his wrist when he doesn't seem convinced, guiding his hand lower. 

"Please," grinning, you run your fingers through his hair with your free hand, feeling the dampness there as it clings to the strands, "stop asking."

He smiles against your skin, his fingers finding the soft, warm skin of your inner thigh, tracing up and down, so close to where you're aching for him. "You're sure?" he whispers, his voice low and teasing. "You're sure you want this?"

"Steve Harrington, you-"

But you can't even finish the sentence before he's kissing you, his mouth warm and wet and demanding as his fingers finally slip between your legs, sliding beneath the thin scrap of fabric and you gasp into his mouth, arching into his touch, forgetting whatever insult you were going to say.

You feel the rough pad of his index finger against your clit, and then he's pressing, circling, teasing.

"Fuck."

"You're so wet," he breathes, watching your face. "So fucking wet for me, honey, God," His fingers move faster, his touch more demanding as he presses deeper, finding your entrance and circling, circling, wanting to push inside. 

You grip the back of his head, your other hand clutching at the duvet beneath you, your hips arching off the bed as his fingers move in a blissful, insistent rhythm. It's been so long since anyone has touched you like this, since you've felt this kind of need and desire, but this…this is even better than you could have imagined. This is Steve, your Steve.

"I want you inside me," you pant before you can think twice about it, your words breathless and urgent. "Please."

Steve hums, his fingers still working their magic as he leans forward, kissing your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone. "I want that too," he whispers, and then he's pushing the bikini bottoms aside, throwing them across the room, revealing your wet, aching folds to his gaze, moving to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, over your hip, and finally to the juncture of your thighs. 

Shit. He parts your legs with his shoulders, bending his knees to kneel between them. "Let me make you come first."

With...his mouth?

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at his face, more than a little self-conscious now. "Wait, but you...you're gonna...?"

He wraps his arms around your hips, holding you still as he leans in, his breath warm against your exposed skin. Curiously, he asks, "You don't want me to?"

You shake your head; no, of course you do. But the idea of him going down on you...it's so intimate. So much more than just having sex. "I just..."

He looks up at you, and there's something in his eyes that makes you forget whatever you were about to say. Something that makes you feel safe and wanted and desired. "You just...?" he whispers, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

It's hard to concentrate when he does that. You squirm a little, but his hold on you is surprisingly firm.

"I just..." You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. "I just haven't had anyone do that for me in a really long time." It's true; the last time you can remember was with a boyfriend years ago, and even then it was more of a "be polite" thing than anything else. But with Steve...it feels different. "Do you *really* want to? Because you don't have to if-"

You feel him smile against your skin as he continues to gently kiss his way up your thigh. "I want to," he whispers, and the way he says it, the sincerity in his voice, makes you believe him. "I really want to. But, um…only if you want it too."

You open your eyes, watching as he looks up at you, waiting for your answer. He looks so hopeful, so eager. If he wants this, if he wants to make you feel this good...how can you say no?

With a shaky breath, you nod, your fingers threading through his hair. "Okay," you whisper. "Okay."

Steve hums in satisfaction. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he slowly pulls your legs wider apart, resting his elbows on the bed as he leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across your folds. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he gazes up at you, watching your reaction, almost daring you to tell him to stop. 

You watch, mesmerized, as he tilts his head, licking his lips before he leans in, pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to the very center of you. 

Boy... does he know what he's doing.

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to lick and suck, his tongue dancing over your most sensitive skin, his fingers curling into the flesh of your hips, urging you to arch into his touch. You gasp, feeling your whole body tense, your hands tangled in his hair, your nails almost digging into his scalp. He moans, his breath hot against you, and you realize he's watching your reactions, taking cues from your body. 

"Good?" he asks, as if you're not already on the verge of coming. 

But you can't answer, can't form a coherent thought, let alone a word. So you nod.  Frantically so, head thumping against the mattress. He smiles against your skin like he's won some sort of prize, and then you feel the slip of his fingers, two of them easily sliding inside you, tight but wet enough to be ready. You cry out, his name a desperate plea falling off your lips as he thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them up to find just the right spot. 

"Oh, God..." you moan, your hips bucking up against his hand. "Steve..." Your fingernails dig into the duvet, your back arching as he expertly works his fingers inside you.

Steve seems to sense that you're getting close, the way your hips are moving erratically against his hand, the way your breath is coming in short, ragged gasps. He looks up at you for a moment as if to gauge your reaction, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He keeps his fingers exactly where they are while he leans up over your body to kiss you, propping himself up on one elbow.

"You taste so good," his voice is a whisper against your lips as they part beneath his. "So wet. God, I want to feel you around me." 

"Yes, please."

Your enthusiasm makes Steve grin against your lips. "Please?" he muses. He's hard, of course he is hard in his swim trunks, cock straining against the fabric as it leans against your thigh. But he doesn't want to rush this. Not with you.

"Steve," you admonish, sliding your hands up his arms.

His fingers are still moving, but more slowly now, less urgent. It's almost as if he's teasing you, drawing this out. Your hips rock up against his hand, and you feel a surge of wetness between your legs as you arch your back, seeking more contact. His lips find yours again, tongue sliding against yours as he thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot. You moan into the kiss, your body trembling as the pleasure builds, your fingers tangled in his hair.

"Oh God," you say in a shaky voice. "Steve, please..."

He groans against your lips, curling his fingers deeper inside you, searching. "Please what?" he whispers as he kisses along your jaw, teasing, not mean, never mean, but drawing it out just a little bit more.

In lieu of an answer, you find yourself arching your back in a desperate manner. His fingers brush against something deep inside you, something that has you gasping and tightening around him, close too close. His fingers find the rhythm you've been craving, your orgasm building, building, building.

"That's it," he whispers against your neck, his own breath hot and uneven. "That's it, baby."

And you do. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, a rush of pleasure so intense it makes your vision blur, your skin warm all over. 

Steve, watching your expression as you come apart beneath his touch, feels the warmth of your release coat his fingers, the tightness of your body around them. God. It's a heady sensation, knowing that he can make you feel this way.

His fingers are slick with your wetness as he pulls them free and gently pushes you back onto the bed. You're lying flat on your back again, and he's grinning as he looks down at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"You're...very good at this," your voice is a breathy whisper as you glance up at him, a flush rising in your cheeks. You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a gentle kiss. Steve's skin is warm beneath your fingertips, his kiss featherlight soft against your lips. "Do you want-"

"Yes," he cuts you off with a husky laugh, leaning down to nip at your neck. "If you do," His hand finds the string of your bikini top, finger following along it all the way up to the bow. With a practiced flick, he undoes it but doesn't yet pull the fabric away, watching your eyes as he lets the knot slide free, half expecting you to tell him to stop. You don't, though. You watch him, your chest rising and falling with every breath, and something in his chest aches at the sight.

"You can take it off," you reassure, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "It's just me." 

You hope that comes across as playful and confident, but maybe you don't seem so convincing when you're still a little breathless, a little sensitive, so you decide to take matters into your own hands and reach up, fingers shaking only a little, to pull the cups of your bikini top down and away from your chest. 

Steve watches you, his expression somewhere between adoration and awe as you reveal yourself to him like a fucking gift unwrapped. 

"You're unreal," he breathes. "You're so..."

When he reaches out to touch, just the very tips of his fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh, you try to encourage him by arching into the contact.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispers, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. "I can't get enough of you." 

His hands slide down your sides, over the smooth skin of your hips, and then lower still, cupping your ass. He pulls you closer, pressing your body against his, slowly grinding against you. "Do you want..." he tries, an urgent edge creeping into his voice. "Do you want me inside you?"

Steve looks like he's about to explode at the mere suggestion, his expression a mixture of raw desire and aching need. You're about to reply when he nips at your neck, his teeth grazing the skin there. You momentarily lose your words.

"You're killing me," he half groans, half laughs, his hips moving harder against yours as he pushes himself as close to you as he possibly can. You can feel him through the thin fabric of his swim trunks, hard and insistent, and you're sure it wouldn't take much more of this teasing before he loses control completely. "Just say the word," he whispers, kissing along the line of your jaw, "and I'll give you anything you want."

"Can I...can I touch you?"

You feel Steve stiffen at your request at first, his body tensing beneath your fingers. "Of course you can," he breathes, a shudder working its way through him. "You can do whatever you want, baby."

You reach down, fingers shaky in your eagerness to please. You grasp the hem of his trunk and tug gently, almost hesitant, but he's already cooperating, kicking them off and letting them fall to the floor without so much as a second thought.

"Oh,"  you breathe, eyes widening as you take in the sight of him, naked and perfect in front of you. Steve's cock is already hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, and you can't help but reach out and touch it, tentatively at first, but then more confidently, wrapping your fingers around the base of him and waiting to gauge his reaction.

"Oh, fuck," he moans, closing his eyes as you stroke him. "That feels...that's so good."

Your fingers feel warm and soft around him, and with each gentle stroke, he feels himself growing harder and harder, unable to contain the pleasure building inside of him. He opens his eyes to look down at you, watching your expression as you touch him, your focus solely on the way your fingers slide up and down his length.

Before you can get too carried away, though, Steve's hands are grabbing yours, guiding them away from his cock rather urgently. "If you want me inside you," he pants, a strained smile tugging at his lips, "you're going to have to stop that." His voice is a little shaky, a little rough, and you can tell he's struggling to keep himself in check.

You grin up at him. "I...do want that."

Steve's answering smile is a little more confident now, and he leans forward, brushing the pad of his index finger across your lips, tracing the shape of your bottom lip as he does so. "I think you've had enough teasing today," he whispers, hand moving to cup your neck, his thumb rubbing gently over your pulse point. "You really want this?"

"Yes," you breathe, unable to keep the word from slipping past your lips. "Yeah, I do."

Steve's thumb continues to trace circles around your pulse point as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. His kiss starts gentle, a mere brush of his mouth against yours, "Yeah? Can I?" sliding his hand down your stomach, between your legs, he adds, "Fuck, yeah, you're...you're wet enough."

You gasp into his kiss as he brushes his fingers against you. "Yeah," you moan, arching your hips up into his touch, with a grin, "Yeah, I am, I...you're gonna make me beg or something, huh?"

"I'd never make you beg for anything, sweetheart."

His fingers move in a slow circle, spreading your wetness around your entrance, making sure you're as ready for him as you can be.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pull him closer as he begins to shift between your legs, his hand coming back up to gently guide himself towards your entrance, and then he looks down at you, searching your eyes for some sign, some reassurance, before he's pushing inside, slowly, gently, taking his time to ease his way into you. 

You gasp at the feeling of being stretched, filled, but at the same time it's perfect, it's...right.

He leans forward, bracing himself on his arms, and watches as you arch your back, your lips parted in a silent moan. "More?" he whispers, his voice a rough rasp. "Should I...?"

"More," you breathe, meeting his eyes.

And Steve gives it to you. He slides deeper, pushing in farther, stretching you just enough to make you feel so full of him. You're tight and he's impatient, but he makes sure he doesn't rush, doesn't force it. You feel the muscles in his back and arms tensing as he fights against the urge to go harder, how much he wants to lose control and just fuck you into the mattress.

He takes you like he's been dreaming of it for years, like he's never going to get the chance to feel you like this again. Slowly.

"Steve," his name rolls off your tongue like a sigh the moment he's all the way inside you, your muscles clenching around him in an attempt to hold him close. 

He tries to remember how to breathe, pressing his lips to your shoulder. He feels you squeeze around him and muffles a sound between a moan and a growl against your skin, "Can I move?"

"Yes, I...yes."

He pulls back slightly, just enough to adjust his angle, and then pushes back inside you. The sensation is almost too much, the way your body seems to fit so perfectly around him, the way your muscles clench and release, drawing him deeper still. Fuck. You're so wet that he can feel himself sliding easily in and out of you. The sounds of your skin slapping against his is a perfect counterpoint to the gasping, keening noises you're making into his shoulder.

He knows he won't last half as much as he'd like if you keep that up.

"God, that's it," he growls, the words lost in the movement of his hips against yours. "Tell me how it feels, sweetheart." One of his hands slides down between your bodies, cupping your aching clit, rubbing in a tight circle as he thrusts into you. The sensation is overwhelming, too much and not nearly enough all at once.

Your legs twist, one hooking behind his back for leverage, and you arch into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders as you feel the tension building, the familiar tightness coiling in your core. "So good," you moan, thrusting your hips up to meet his, wanting more of that friction, more of his skin against yours. "Can you go...faster, please?"

He's lost to the sensation of your body moving against his, the feel of you slick and hot and tight. He's close, so close, but he doesn't want this to be over yet. He pulls back slightly, only to slam back in harder, the head of his cock hitting the spot inside you that makes you arch your back and gasp.

His hand moves faster on your clit, circling and pressing, and you're so close now, so close, you can feel it building, making you shiver and writhe underneath him. Steve leans down, lips finding the skin of your neck, sucking and nipping as he thrusts harder, deeper, faster.

"Yes," you moan, arching into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, yes."

Steve lets his hand move from between your legs to the back of your knee, hooking it there, holding you open to him as his cock slides in and out of you with a harsh, wet sound. You feel so full of him, stretched and sore and aching in the best way possible. 

He's so close now, the tension in his body almost painful as he fights against the urge to come before you do. Steve watches your face as you writhe beneath him, lips parted and flushed, eyes glazed over in pleasure  like you can't quite focus. It's the most erotic thing he's ever seen. He doesn't want this to end. Being inside you like this, feeling the way you move against him...he doesn't think he'll ever get enough.

Your nails scrape down his back, leaving little red lines in their wake. Steve thinks he's going to lose it every time you do that.

"Fuck," he groans, the word caught in his throat as he thrusts harder into you. The sounds of your skin slapping against his makes it almost unbearable and he has to think of something else, anything else, to keep from coming. "Feels good, sweetheart?" he whispers, his hand moving between your legs again, this time finding your clit and rubbing in a steady, circular motion.

You arch into his touch, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. "So close," you moan, your voice shaking. "I...I..."

Steve feels the tension building inside you, knows that you're close. He watches your face, the way your eyes have almost rolled back in your head, the way your lips are parted and your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. 

He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing as pushes inside to the hilt, holding you there, feeling your body trembling beneath him. You cry out then, your back arching off the bed, and Steve feels you tighten and pulse around him, gripping him like a fist as you come. 

The sensation is almost too much, but he somehow manages to ask, "Can I come inside you?"

You nod, your eyes closed tightly, and he thrusts once, twice…then one last time, feeling himself spill inside you as he moans, body tensing and then relaxing, spent. 

Steve collapses on top of you without pulling out, sweaty bodies sticking together. He somehow finds the energy to kiss your shoulder, your neck, your ear, nibbling and sucking until you laugh, shifting beneath him.

"You're heavy," you tease, but you don't really mind. It feels right to have him pressed against you like this, his heart thumping against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

He chuckles, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck. "Sorry," he mumbles, before pulling himself up enough to look down at you. You're beautiful, even with your hair tangled and your lips swollen from his kisses. "Do you want to get cleaned up?" he asks, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I think I love you."

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, and for a moment, you're not sure if you should take them back. But then Steve's eyes widen, his lips part in surprise, and you know it's too late. You've said it.

"Sorry, I shouldn't...I mean, I-"

Steve cups your face in his hands, his eyes wide and serious. "I love you too," he says, his voice a little unsteady. "I have for a long time." 

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently, then more firmly, as if he's making sure this is real, that you feel it too. 

But you feel it too.

God, you feel it too.

#🏷️ amy's flea market #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve x you #steve x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington drabble

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: One of These Nights

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Summary: You as Joe’s girlfriend are by his side for every event, you helped him feel more comfortable since he wasn't the most social guy and he needed you there. You departed from him to go the bathroom and Joe isn't at all pleased with what happened on your way back.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mad Joe

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I had just sat down at the table of Bengals players and their girls in our usual VIP section. One look at Joe and I could tell he already didn't want to be here.

I looped my arm with his and he flashed me a small smile, his icy blue eyes barely visible behind his black Cartier’s.

“I love you.” - Joe mouthed

“I love you too.” - you mouthed back

He had already thanked me so many times tonight for coming with him since it wasn't his scene at all, and I made it more bearable.

Sam Hubbard, a longtime teammate of Joe, knew all about his antisocial ways, so he tried to include Joe in the conversations to keep his mind away from the surroundings.

I gave Sam a thankful nod because if he wasn't keeping Joe occupied, I'd end up on babysitting duty for the whole night.

Even in a secluded area away from the rest of the club, I was constantly looking around for possible cameras.

Joe hated PDA, and for him to even have his arm looped with mine was a big step, but he needed close to me right now. That's why I checked around for cameras, knowing Joe would be mad if pictures of us close together were posted.

I found myself zoning out since the conversion had switched to football, and I could barely make out the sound of a female voice saying my name.

“Hey y/n, I have to go to the bathroom… can you come with me?” - Jess

It was Jess, Sam’s girlfriend.

I turned to Joe to see him already looking at me. He was waiting for an answer.

“Will you be okay if I go to the bathroom?” - you

My face faltered when he immediately started biting the inside of his cheeks like he does when he's nervous, but he nodded yes.

“Okay. Be right back.” - you

Before I stood up, Joe caught me off guard when he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

Even Jess took notice, and as we walked away from the table, she commented on it.

“Your boy seems a little touchy today.” - Jess giggled

“I have no idea what's gotten into him, but you will not catch me complaining.” - you

“I hear that.” - Jess laughed

——

Minutes later, Jess finished washing her hands, I finished fixing my mascara, and we left the bathroom.

We laughed as we walked back to the table, just talking about our boyfriends and having a good time.

Walking up to the roped-off area, the same security guard that had let us in and out five minutes ago wasn’t even acknowledging us.

“Uhm, sir? Can you let us back in?” - you

The burly man looked at me, then to Jess, and silently shook his head no.

“Why not?” - Jess

“Don't see any passes… and the last time I checked the Cincinnati Bengals don't draft women.” - security guard

Jess reached into her purse mumbling a “Don't worry” and took her pass out to show the guy.

He studied it intently and eyed Jess once again.

“Okay.” - security guard

Relief washed over me when he moved the rope and Jess stepped through. I followed behind her but he closed it back before I could get to the other side.

I went to yell after Jess, but she was already around the corner, and the club was so loud that if I yelled at the top of my lungs she wouldn't be able to hear me.

“Not you.” - security guard

“Excuse me?” - you

“Listen, girl. I get it, you wanna try to make your move on one of the players because you want their money. I've dealt with girls like you before, and it’s not going to happen.” - security guard

I stood there completely baffled.

“What did you just say to me? You just let me walk out like ten minutes ago.” - you

“Now you're trying to gaslight me. Oh and let me guess, you're dating a player?” - security guard

“For your information, I am dating one of the players. I have been for six fucking years. You watched me walk in with him!” - you

“Of course you are and I have no recollection of letting you in the VIP lounge. You don't look like the… NFL player’s type.” - security guard

“This is unbelievable. I don't want to sound like a braggy bitch, but my boyfriend is Joe Burrow. I suggest you let me in before he finds out about this altercation.” - you

“Ma’am, with all due respect Joe Burrow could have any woman in the world… and I don't foresee him picking you. You don't have any proof of him being your boyfriend either.” - security guard

I grabbed my phone out of my purse and attempted to call Joe, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Shit. Voicemail.” - you mumbled

“Look my background is me and him. He's in uniform. This is after the AFC Championship in 2021.” - you

“That could be edited. Look lady, you're very persistent but I'm going to have to remove you from the club.” - security guard

Before I knew it the guy was grabbing my arms at full force and started shoving me around.

“Let go of me!” - you yelled

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but as always before anything could happen, I heard that voice.

“What is going on here?!” - Joe

The look on the security guard’s face when he turned around to see Joe, looking like a bull ready to face a matador, was priceless.

“Sir I was just…” - security guard

“Manhandling my girlfriend? Because that's sure what it fucking looked like.” - Joe

“I thought…” - security guard

“Let go of her before I break your arms!” - Joe

He immediately dropped my arms and Joe gently whisked me behind his back.

“What is it that you thought?” - Joe

“She told me you were her boyfriend, but I thought she was lying.” - security guard

“Why’d you think that?” - Joe

“She just doesn't look like a girl that an NFL star like you would get with. That simple.” - security guard

“What the fuck did you just say to me. You better get out of my face before I bash yours in.” - Joe

“Can you blame me, dude? She’s not really… you know…” - security guard

“She's not really what?!” - Joe yelled

“The smallest girl on the planet.” - security guard

Joe's entire face turned red as he bubbles with furiousness.

“That’s it.” - Joe lunged forward

I immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him back with as much strength as I could. Once he was beside me I put my hand on his chest, knowing it helped him calm down.

“Don’t. It's not worth it, Joey.” - you

Joe looked down at me to find my face completely flushed and my tear-filled eyes pleading.

“Congratulations, you've just worked your last shift.” - Joe

He moved away and took my hand, moving the rope himself and slamming it on the ground before he walked back over to the booth.

I sat back down in our spot, but Joe stayed standing with his phone in hand, seemingly dialing a number.

Joe just radiated anger right now as he held his phone up to his ear and started raddling a million miles a minute.

A few minutes later, he sat back down next to me with a deep sigh.

“Had to call the owner. That guy’s never working here again. I swear one of these nights I'm going to beat the shit out of someone.” - Joe

“I’m so sorry.” - you blinked back tears

“You have nothing to be sorry for, absolutely nothing. I should've walked you to the bathroom. Oh and forget every word that fucking dick said. You're the only woman I could ever picture myself with. You're the most beautiful girl in this entire world, and you are perfect for me. I love you more than anything.” - Joe

I buried my face in his neck without even thinking about where we were right now, but Joe didn't care. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Thank you for being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. I love you more than anything, too.” - you

“Wanna go home?” - Joe

“Please?” - you

Joe stood up immediately and took my hand. We said goodbye to everyone and made our way back down the hallway. When we found ourselves in the main room, I figured Joe would drop my hand, but he didn't.

——

We approached Joe’s car, and he opened my door like always, showing off the gentleman he was.

As soon as he shut his door, Joe crashed his lips against mine.

“When we get home I'm going to show you how damn desirable you are. I don't care what other people say you're perfectly made for me.” - Joe

And that's exactly what he did, both verbally and physically. Joe made me feel like the most craved woman in the world.

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Authors note: ending the night (and the 5th day of Christmas) with some angst.

Request for this fic;

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[elsmstrss]

i wasnt gonna write anything today but i’m laying in bed rn and i was thinking !! (i know… first red flag) BUT:

ellie likes you wearing her clothes a little too much

tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , possessive!ellie , extremely self-indulgent , ellie wears boxers, because i said so, lapslock, smut (ish) , thigh-riding (hmm my favorite!) , dom!ellie, sub!reader

idk if this is a oneshot or a really long hc but enjoy !

<3

it was a random afternoon in the middle of winter. you had invited yourself over to your girlfriend’s place, cold and reeking of horse as you’d spent all day at the stables.

you don’t bother knocking, pushing the door open, stepping inside, shedding your coat and throwing it over a nearby chair. you’re tugging your boots off, supporting yourself on the doorframe when you hear a shout from the bathroom, “babe! that you?”

you follow the sound of your girlfriends voice, sock clad feet pattering against the wood floors. you crack the bathroom door open, peaking your head in, smiling at the sight of her putting her short hair into a half bun. her forearms flexed with the movements and your eyes trailed over her tattooed arm.

“ellie,” you whisper yell, effectively spooking her, causing her to flinch and whip her head towards you.

“fuck babe what did i tell you about that shit? you’re gonna kill me one of these days”. ellie’s wide eyes and slacked jaw created the funniest look of bewilderment, causing you to let out a not-so-subtle laugh.

ellie scoffs but you notice her lips quirk as she tries to hide the smile creeping up on her expression. she suddenly pulls on your wrist and you stumble into her arms. she plops a big wet kiss in between your brows.

“ugh gross!” you complain, reaching up to wipe the damp feeling from your face but ellie beats you to it, thumbs gently rubbing at the crease there.

“oh you love it” ellie leans down for a second, less wet, peck on your lips, face scrunching up as she pulls back. “jeez you stink,”

you pout, ready to quip back but you couldn’t even argue. you did stink.

“wanna shower love? it’ll warm you up too,” you don’t even that you had been shivering until you feel ellie’s big, warm hands rub up and down on your arms, trying to thaw you out.

“i didn’t bring any clothes els. you’re just gonna have to deal with me, stink and all,” you tease. ellie just huffs out a laugh and and squeezes your shoulders.

“wait here.”

she comes back a few moments later, a stack of clothes on top of a messily folded towel. “here,” she places the tower of fabric into your arms and turns on her heels, “take your time, i’ll find us a movie in the mean time.” the door shuts behind her.

you turn the faucet on and strip your dirty clothes as you wait for the water to heat up. by the time you’ve removed all your clothes and jewelry, it’s scalding, steam filling the small room, just the way you like.

you instantly feel your body relax as it warms up from the shower. you wash the stable smell from your skin and hair, spending just a little longer than usual after rinsing, not wanting to leave the warmth just yet.

you finally turn the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel through the curtain, wrapping yourself up and stepping out. you stand in front of the mirror, clearing the haze from the glass with your hand, revealing a slightly blurry reflection of yourself.

you dry yourself as thoroughly as possible before turning to the small stack of clothing ellie had given you. it included an old, lived in gray hoodie and a pair of loose black and white plaid boxers. you shake your head, laughing to yourself at the mens underwear. ellie swears by them and often goes on tangents about how much more comfortable they are compared to women’s underwear.

“seriously babe, it’s actually so fucking unfair like??”

you pull the hoodie over your head. it smelled so much like ellie. it made you dizzy, her scent intoxicating and you couldn’t help the small throb in your cunt as a result.

you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room. you spot ellie on the bed, flipping through her dvd collection. without looking up she asks, “ok, what are we feeling? cheesy rom-com or equally cheesy thriller?”

“whichever one will make me want to rip my eyes out less,” you answer, joking but, not really.

“okayyy thriller it is,” she stands up and puts the disc into the player, “hey do you mind grabbing the re-“ she abruptly cuts herself off when she turns around and finally sees your figure.

you’re just standing there, ankles cross, hands playing with the frayed ends of the hoodie’s sleeves as you patiently wait for her to set everything up. you pretend not to notice as her eyes slowly drag up your legs, eyes slightly glassy as they trail up your body.

“grab what?” you ask, looking around the room. your only met with silence, “el!”.

that seemed to knock her out of her stupor, clearing her throat and stuttering out, “t-the um,” cough “ the remote. can you grab the remote please”. her voice dying off at the end, slightly hoarse.

you finally end up the in the bed together, ellie sat up, back against the head board, you tucked into her side. she’s stroking your hair and you sigh softly, settling into your favorite spot.

not even five minutes into the movie, you feel ellie shift and maneuver you, now half on top of her. she leans down and inhales. “fuck”.

you look up to see she looks almost like, in pain. “els what’s wrong?”

“nothing it’s just,” she moves her hands down, gripping your sides, “you smell like me.”

the tone of her voice, low and possessive, and slightly strained, causes butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach. ellie leans down and begins to leave kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking a little bit harsher each time. you bite your lip and sigh, trying to focus on the movie.

ellie knows exactly where to kiss and bite, leaving you squirming and desperate for more. “ellie,” you whine out, you sound out of breath already and you feel ellie smirk into your skin.

“what baby? gotta use your words,” she gropes the padding of fat on your hips, manhandling you to be fully on top of her. you want so badly to move, grind your hips down into her lap, feel some sort of relief but her grip on you is strong, keeping you in place.

“need it els, please”

“please what, pretty?” she sounds breathless herself, the sight of you needy and flushed on top of her like this makes a rush of arousal flood through her, needy for you too.

“touch me. please make it better,” words were becoming difficult, already slipping into that headspace, easily submitting to ellie. the slight embarrassment of being forced to voice your wants and desires makes you that much wetter and you know it won’t take much to tip you over the edge tonight.

ellie finally lifts you up slightly, angling her thigh up and grinding you down slowly onto her leg. the whine you let out would have embarrassed you but you’re far too desperate for any kind of stimulation to care.

“that’s it baby. look at you, so pretty in my clothes,” she groans out, just the sigh of you withering in her lap enough to make her cum right then.

you want more. you’re both still clothed and the friction against your clit is just barely enough but you can’t be bothered to stop and take it off, too far gone and chasing the feeling that’s building up, your lower tummy clenching.

you start to speed up, palms resting on top of ellie’s hands that are now on your waist and thigh. your moans and whines get louder and more desperate and ellie, who knows your body better than anyone, can tell you’re already close.

“yeah baby? already? such a good girl. my good girl. mine.”

you love when your girlfriend gets like this so you can’t help yourself when you spur her on.

“yours yours yours” you chant like a mantra. this causes something to snap in ellie because before you realize, you’re flipped onto your back, ellie slotting her knee in between your thighs. she pulls your hips back down and guides your movements, causing direct friction to your sensitive bud.

“oh- ellie!” you sob, it’s beginning to become all too much and your hands hold onto her forearms, nails digging into the skin there as you feel your orgasm building.

“gonna cum for me? that’s it love, take what you need,” it only takes a few more grinds and a particularly desperate groan from ellie above you that sends you over the edge, climax hitting you suddenly and hard. ellie talks you through it, leaning down and whispering sweet praises, lips grazing the shell of your ear

your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you, you spasm every few seconds as you come down from the high.

ellie gently removes her knee and settles into the sheets next you, pulling you into your chest. she places a tender kiss to the top of your hair and strokes gently strokes your back. you can start to feel your eyelids droop, suddenly exhausted.

you feel a slight jostling as a small chuckle escapes from ellie’s lips.

“m wha?” you mumble, lifting your head up to meet her eyes.

“nothin’ just that,” ellie pauses to tuck your head back into her chest.

“i think you should wear my clothes more often.”

#ellie williams x reader #i wrote this on my phone #pls excuse any weird formatting #excessive use of italics oops #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut

[kenananamin]

Fun-sized best friend

Summary: After seeing you cry at a post about a dog being put down soon, Nanami reaches out to adopt the dog. It'd be the first time you both have a pet together, but it should be fine... right? fluff fluff fluff, nanami x fem!reader

Nanami is driving back home while you giggle in the passengers seat. You're holding a fluffy dog that is wriggling all over your lap and licking anything around it.

He looks over at your happy face and smiles, but looks down to the dog and sighs. You were on the verge of tears last night after seeing an ad for the dog. She's a three-legged dog who was removed from her previous owner's care. She had a couple more days before she would be put down and that last detailed pushed you over the edge of teary eyes. Nanami comforted you as best he could and messaged the account while you showered. After he heard the water turn off, he entered the bathroom and told you the news about the dog no longer being put down because she'd have a home soon.

Seeing your happiness in the car told him he made the right decision but this was the first time he'd adopted a dog. Nanami always considered himself a cat person but he would do anything for you... including trying to adjust to a hyper dog.

"This shouldn't be too hard," you tell Nanami after seeing his nervous glances towards your new companion, "she's only got three legs."

Nanami looks over half in horror and half in surprise that you'd say something like that.

His reaction makes you burst out in laughter, "I'm kidding! I'm really kidding! But we will be fine, she'll have so much love and attention and everything she needs. I'll give her everything I can," you lean to hold his hand, "thank you Ken. Really, thank you."

Nanami intertwines his fingers with yours and smiles back, "Love you, darling."

———

Nanami opens the fridge to grab Emi's food. You called to let him know you were going to be home late and asked if he could feed Emi and take her on her walk. He looks down to see her looking up at him and patiently waiting. Emi was very calm around Nanami and would quietly follow him around compared to running circles around you.

Emi finishes her food and Nanami grabs the harness. She starts jumping after seeing the harness and it takes him a second to put it on. Emi pulls their way out the door and Nanami hurries to lock the door and start their first walk without you.

You come home and hear Nanami grunting in the bathroom.

"No!" Nanami yells followed by quick steps.

Emi runs out the bathroom, shaking the water off her and running towards you. Nanami throws the door open, the bottom of his shirt and parts of his pants completely soaked.

"Were you bathing Emi?" You ask while you rub and pat your fun-sized best friend.

Nanami sighs and puts his hands on his hips, "Yeah, she saw a puddle and decided to jump in and got us both dirty."

You laugh and stand up to go give Nanami a hug and kiss. Emi lays down and starts rubbing all over the small living room carpet while mom and dad have a moment.

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"I'm so sorry, all these deadlines are killing the team."

Nanami nods as he watches you rub your eyes on your facetime call, "It's ok, but can you call me as soon as you're leaving? Or call me if it gets too late, I'll pick you up and we'll get your car later."

"I'll call you when I'm done. I love you, Kenny. Byee my wittle Emi, mommy wuves youuu!!" You hang up the call and Nanami looks over to the dog that seems to be smiling.

"How come you get the baby voice?" Nanami and Emi stare at each other until she moves onto his lap. Nanami keeps staring and slowly lifts his hand to pet her.

The house is dark when you open the door. You got out much later than expected and walk into the living room to see a sleeping Kento sprawled on the couch and Emi tucked into his side. Emi was awake and looking at you, but did not move from her cuddle. You grab the blanket draped behind the other couch and cover your two loves.

———

You wake up early Saturday to a quiet house. Nanami had been taking Emi to her morning walks alone to let you sleep in after your long work days. It had been over two weeks since your team had to absorb another team's workload after that team was dissolved. It would only be a few more days of this and then you'd be back to your regular schedule.

Nanami and Emi come back home while you're making your tea.

"Welcome home!" You yell out as Emi runs to you while her whole body moves with her waggling tail. Nanami follows suit and goes to kiss your forehead. He's holding a large paper bag, bulky with whatever was inside.

You raise your eyebrows at the bag and Nanami puts it down on the counter, "We went to the pet store for another harness since she's outgrowing this one."

"That looks like much more than a harness," you laugh and peek into the bag, "toys? Ken, is this whole bag is full of dog toys??!"

Nanami freezes and slowly backs away from the bag and you, "Emi kept looking at them. She likes toys." He whispered and Emi stands on her leg to lick his hand.

You stare at the frozen man and dog who left your side for his. You sit on the floor to call Emi back over, but she looks between you and Nanami and sits by his side. Your jaw drops and Nanami leans down to carefully push Emi to you.

———

You park your car and lean your head back. Finally, you were finally back home at a regular time. You pick up the grocery bags and start to head inside, excited to surprise Nanami with the first full dinner you've made in weeks.

You open the front door, smiling at the thought of his surprised face as you come home early. You see Kento and Emi sitting on the couch. His face definitely expressed that he was surprised... but so were you.

Kento was holding Emi on his lap, fixing a homemade matching collar and tie on her neck. He froze with his hands around her neck when he heard the door start to open. He opens his mouth to try to explain what's happening but you fall to your knees with the grocery bags, cackling at the scene.

There are scraps of fabric, scissors and a sewing kit on the center table. You can't see much besides that past the tears in your eyes and you fall to your back and hold your face in your hands, trying to control the laughter.

"I can explain," Nanami says from the couch but it makes you laugh even harder.

Emi walks to you and you finally sit up to closely look at Nanami's work of art. You knew he was good at sewing as he's helped fix a couple things before but this was something you could have never imagined he would make.

"I was fixing my tie this morning and she was sitting in front of me, staring. I don't know why but I started wondering what she'd look like with a little tie so I went to the store during my lunch break and started making this..." Nanami sits beside you on the floor as he explains. You pet Emi with one hand and hold the handmade tie with the other.

He used his lunch break to buy and start making this. You were so convinced when he adopted Emi that he'd just take a backseat with raising and taking care of her, which you were fine with since you both knew you were the dog person in this relationship. Seeing him do so much for her made you laugh at your initial thoughts but it warmed your heart to see so much love for the fur bundle you both considered your fun-sized best friend.

"You know, seeing you both with ties makes me realize you look so much alike," you tell Nanami as you straighten Emi's collar.

"She's got my tie but she's got your eyes," Kento gets closer, holds your neck and leans in to kiss you.

You slap his chest at his comment but he laughs and continues to kiss you as you both shift on the floor to face each other. Emi starts to jump between the both of you and barks for your attention. Nanami grabs a nearby toy without backing away from the kiss and throws it across the room to distract Emi.

Nanami breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, "I didn't get to say it earlier, but welcome home, baby. We're happy to have you home on time."

The fact that he includes Emi on the statement and says they're both happy makes you laugh yet again. Emi runs back with her toy and is back to jumping around the both of you. There really is no place like home.

a/n: I can see nanami doing something like this too in the story lol

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

crimson red part three

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!!!, NON/DUBCON, STALKER!RAFE, PSYCHO!RAFE, male recieving oral, face/throat fucking, manipulation, violence, blood, knives, bruising, threats of murder, pregnancy

part one / part two / part three

rafe has no life outside of stalking you, nothing to do except for follow you at all times and fuck you whenever he feels like it. he has a house, paid for by his father, but he barely steps foot inside. he sleeps most nights at your house now, but not in the bedroom with you. he likes you tied up and secured, usually bleeding, with him resting peacefully in the next room.

his constant presence has gone from unnerving to reassuring as you've gotten more used to it. you expect to see rafe at every turn, to have his steady hand guiding yours.

“good morning baby.” rafe knocks on the door to your bathroom where you're hunched over your toilet, spilling your dinner from last night before you can even consume breakfast.

“get out here!” he shouts, expecting that you're doing your makeup or hair, nothing more important than seeing him.

you stand quickly so he doesn't get suspicious, swigging some water in your mouth before spitting it in the sink before opening the door, a demure smile on your face.

“wanna give you a blowie, rafe.” you offer before he can even say what he came looking for.

“is that so, good girl?” he smirks, watching you sink to your knees, right there in the doorway. you tug at his pants and underwear until his cock is revealed. you smile when you notice he's still soft. you know he's watching you as you lean forward, tongue and lips tracing along his slowly hardening length.

“you want it bad, don't you?” rafe questions, a smile on his face, hoping he finally broke you of your streak of bad attitude. hoping he's gone from having to force you every night to you coming willingly to him.

“love your cock.” you hum against his length, sucking the head into your mouth now that he's fully hardened. you bob your head as rafe moans, eventually having to stop moving to just slacken your jaw and allow rafe to thrust inside of you, fucking your throat with as much furocity as he does your cunt. he spills down your throat with a satisfied sigh.

“you can take a shower in my bathroom if you want.” you stand up quickly. rafe has made the guest bedroom his own, including your hallway bathroom, always using it instead of your en suite. you’ve adapted to it, just as you’ve adapted to him being your shadow. “i love it when it smells like you.”

rafe gives you a wide grin, and you know he’s falling for your act.

--

you listen closely, eyes moving to the clock as soon as the water starts. two minutes. you’ll wait two minutes before fleeing. the second hand seems to take hours to tick, but eventually the two minutes hit and you’re creeping through the house, praying the water has warmed up enough for rafe to get in, the spray of the shower masking your sounds.

you glance at your phone, letting out a sigh of relief when it says your uber is closeby. you know you can’t take your care, there’s no way rafe doesn’t have it tracked.

“hello, uber for y/n.” the driver is a kind looking older woman. you send a silent prayer that rafe doesn’t blame her and lets her live as you climb into the backseat.

--

“where the fuck were you?” rafe yells the second you're inside, the door shut behind you. you can see the rage in his eyes, the pure fury.

“you tricked me? you sucked me off just so you could sneak out you fucking whore?” rafe pushes you into the wall of the foyer, not even waiting to get further into the house to chew you out.

“you're a fucking stalker rafe, don't act surprised i try to get away!” you tell back, own anger bubbling over, unable to bite your tongue any longer.

“you told me you were mine! ive been getting better!” rafe shakes your shoulders. he's been getting marginally better, being slightly carefuler when fucking you, mainly not cutting into you or bruising you too badly.

“rafe, you're fucking crazy!”

“no, i fucking love you!” he shouts back, his hands squeezing even tighter on your arms. he can't stand to be so close to you anymore, shoving you into the wall and backing up.

“this isn't how you treat someone you love rafe!” you yell.

“how about this?” rafe pulls his long knife out of his sheath, sticking it out towards you, the hallway suddenly feeling half the size.

“rafe.” you say softly. either you're going to convince him in this moment to stop this behavior or you're going to accept your death and let him kill you. “this has to stop. i can't keep doing this. you're killing me.”

“i am going to kill you!” he takes a step closer, the knife aimed at your chest. “tell me where you went!”

you keep your mouth closed for a second too long, rafe exploding in anger again. he raises the knife but pushes into the drywall to the side of your body. “tell me! where you cheating on me?”

“of course i wasn't!” because as much as you know it's wrong, you are just as crazy about rafe as he is about you.

“then tell me where you were!” rafes booming voice is bound to cause attention as he pulls the knife out, pointing it at your stomach. “im going to kill you if you don't tell me right now.”

“if you kill me, you'll be killing your son too.” 

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Training pt.2

Joe Rantz X Ulbrickson!Reader

Summary: After their date, Joe's distracted...

Warning: Swearing/ kissing/ angst/ sadness/ yelling.

Word count: 1.1k

After they got official, Y/n and Joe went on dates, one of them included a date at the dinner. Where Joe saw his dad again for the first time since he left, but Y/n didn’t know that. But she knew that the bathroom had a vent that made eavesdropping easier. She knew it wasn’t right, but she was just too curious. ‘’You left me when I was 14! And now your back and you didn’t tell me?’’ Joe said. It was his dad. What the hell? Now she felt bad about spying on him, so she went back to her seat. She played with her fingers while she waited for Joe to come back inside. When he did, he looked pissed, but tried to put on a smile for his girl. ‘’Sorry, it was, uh, that was my dad’’ he confessed. ‘’Are you okay?’’ she took his hand. ‘’It’s just a long story and I don’t want to ruin the mood’’ he says. ‘’It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, just know that I’m there for you. And we have to get you to practice’’ Y/n says smiling. Joe was happy that he didn’t have to explain everything, but Y/n saw that it disturbed him. ‘’You’re right, let’s go.’’ He speaks. ‘’Say hi to Don and Bobby for me’’ she said. They told the team they were together; they were all happy for them.

‘’Rantz, where the hell is your mind?!’’ she heard her dad yell. She took her skirt in her hands and started to walk very fast to the deck. Don saw her coming. Her father was looking at Joe, who didn’t feel like talking at all. ‘’Do you want to be in that boat, Rantz’’ her father yelled again. ‘’Uh, dad, why not wait a little bit, they’re all tired, and uh, I need you to sign something’’ She stammered, trying to take his dad off Joe’s back. But, before her dad could say something, Joe decided to say something. ‘’I don’t care’’ he mumbled. She thought about telling him to shut up, but it would just upset him even more. Her dad took a deep breath, he was fuming. ‘’You don’t care? So, you won’t care if I replace you’’ he said to him. Y/n felt so bad for Joe. ‘’Dad, please I – ‘’ Her dad shushed her with his finger. She was starting to get angry, when he shushed her, she was angry. ‘’Coy, you’re taking Rantz’s place! Y/n don’t ever interrupt me like that again!’’ he yelled. She wanted to hit tell her dad a piece of her mind, but when Joe walked past her. Coy felt bad, he knew Joe was better than him, but he didn’t know what just happened. Y/n looked at her dad, cursing to him in her mind, then, took her skirt as she started to run after Joe, who was already inside.

‘’Joe, talk to me! I know that was because of your dad, can you stop walking. Joe talks to me!’’ she said. He wasn’t speaking to her, but he was still walking, she followed him into the boy’s locker room. ‘’Are you serious? Joe I’ve tried to help you and argh! Please talk, yell, kiss do anything but please don’t shut me out!’’ she said. He turned to look at her. ‘’Y/n, I just need to be alone!’’ he almost yelled as he stormed outside. ‘’What the hell?’’ she whispered. She replaced her hair, messy from the wind and sat on the bench.

When the team came in, they were all nervous to see what happened to the couple. ‘’Is she okay you think?’’ Bobby asked. ‘’Her dad was harsh on her.’’ Jim said. When she heard the guys coming in, she wipes the tears from her cheeks and got up. ‘’I’m sorry, I’ll go a-away’’ she stutters. Don sits next to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He wasn’t a very talkative person, and he was very reserved, so when he did this move, she started to cry again. ‘’Give him time, he’ll crawl back to you’’ Bobby said. Y/n smiled. ‘’Thanks guys, I’ll let you guys’ change. Goodnight, guys’’ she said as she got up. When she walked back to her dorm, she felt alone. Usually, Joe would kiss her goodnight.

3 days had passed since Joe was out of the team. They didn’t talk since, Y/n stayed in her room for 3 days. She eaten on leftovers she had. But today, her dad was bringing her to New York for the competition. So, when she got out of her room, with her luggage, she was surprised to see Joe standing outside her room with flowers in his hands. ‘’Y/n, I’m so sorry about the other day. I never should’ve been mean to you, I really like you and I’ve been dealing with stuff, and I know it’s not an excuse. But I need you and I’m really sorry’’ He blurted out. She blushed, seeing how desperate he was to get her back. ‘’I really like you too, Joe Rantz’’ she said, kissing him. She took the flowers in his hands and went to put them in a pot in her room. ‘’Come on, we have to take the train.’’ She said, taking his hands.

When they walked out of his dorm room, her dad and her mom were downstairs. ‘’I’m going to go talk to your dad. I’m getting my place back’’ he said, pressing a kiss on her cheek. Her mom came up the stairs, to meet her daughter. ‘’You guys look great together, he looks likes he makes you happy. I’m happy for you, my darling’’ she said hugging her. Joe came closer to Y/n’s dad and was fidgeting with his hands. ‘’Coach, I’m really sorry. This boat is all I have, please.’’ He begged. Y/n was watching her dad. He looked at his daughter’s eyes, they were filled with joy for her boyfriend. ‘’I want you to look at my daughter’s eyes. Look at them’’ he said. Joe looked at Y/n eye’s they were filled with love. Joe just realised how she looked at him. ‘’She looks at you with love and hope, you make my daughter happy. And I can tell rowing that makes you happy. So yes, you’ll have your seat back. And welcome to the family, kid’’ her dad said, looking at Joe. ‘’Thank you so much, Coach’’ Joe said. He turned back to look at his girlfriend. ‘’I’m back on the team!’’ he said, yelling and putting is hands up in the air. Y/n practically ran down the stairs to hug her boyfriend. Her mom came down and hugged her dad. ‘’Welcome to the family, Joe.’’ Her mom said. Y/n hugged her parents, then pulled her hand out to bring Joe in the hug. They were all a big family.

#joe rantz x reader #joe rantz #boys in the boat #callum turner x reader #callum turner

[julienbakerpls]

I can see you - Julien Baker x reader 18+

"hey! if u take requests could you do something inspired by i can see you by taylor swift like the lyric ‘i can see you up against the wall with me’ and then like smut"

picture by @/pics.by.dana on ig

ALSO this is RPF if ur uncomfortable with that don't READ ✨

You had been working for boygenius as a guitar tech for the last few weeks of tour, due to their old one having a scheduling conflict. You were enjoying the work, but you were also enjoying getting to be around the boys. They really went out of their way to make sure you felt included in the inter workings of the band and the tour.

Everything was going great, except that you had an overwhelmingly embarrassing crush on Julien.

It was like Julien knew, no matter how great you thought you were at hiding it. They're were the lingering touches, the prolonged eye contact, the way she insisted on sitting right next to you and watching whenever you had to replace strings on her guitar that she'd damaged on stage.

You were loosing your mind with how badly you wanted her.

"Hey, I'm so sorry I broke like 3 strings tonight..." Julien said shyly after getting off stage, the sweat making her white button up cling to her body.

"No problem.... that's what i'm here for right." You laughed gently, walking over to Julien's stage case that held all of her guitars and equipment.

"is it?" You heard Julien whisper under her breath, you heart skipping a beat in your chest.

"What?" you asked trying to make sure you heard her correctly, tripping on a cord as you spun around to look at her. Julien instantly caught you around the waist steadying you, as you faced her.

"Nothing, You're just really great at what you do..." She smiled, tilting her head up to look at you. Her hands tightening around your waist before going to pull away.

"You don't have to.." You said, placing your hands over hers. Julien looked at you questioningly before pushing you back into the space between her case and the wall effectively blocking the two of you from view. She gently pulled your face to hers, kissing you lightly. You kissed back maybe too enthusiastically, causing Julien to smile into the kiss before deepening it. She wrapped one hand around your waist pulling you closer and slotting her thigh between your legs, the other hand softly caressing your cheek. You tangled your hands in her hair pulling gently, causing her to moan into your mouth pulling you down roughly onto her thigh. You gasp into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip.

"JB?" You hear Lucy call, from somewhere behind Julien both of you instantly untangling yourselves from the other. You look at Julien wide eyed seeing how flushed her face is, she smiles at you covering your mouth with her hand effectively quieting you.

"I think JB already went back to the bus." You hear Phoebe say, along with the sounds of their footsteps leaving.

"That was close..." You whisper into Juliens hand. She smiles letting her hand fall away from your mouth, tracing your lips.

"Jay..." You start to say, Julien cuts you off pressing a kiss to your lips.

She pulls away from you, giving you one last smile before following in the direction of the boys, leaving you panting against the wall. You open the case to start restringing the guitars, but pause seeing that there are no broken strings at all. Smiling to yourself you close and lock the case back, before making your way to the crew buses.

-

"Ten minutes until we're on!" One of the sound guys yelled. You were getting Julien's guitars ready making sure that she wouldn't have to tune anything during the show.

"Hey, can you help me with this?" You turned to see Julien walking towards you, vest completely unbuttoned and rainbow tape in her hands. You felt your mouth start to water at the sight of her.

"Oh uh yeah," You stumbled towards her, she grasped your hand tugging you into the nearest bathroom locking the door behind you, before pressing you up against the door.

"You drive me fucking crazy.." Julien said, biting and sucking along your neck, You grab her hips pulling her into you. You press your thigh between her legs, watching as she visibly jolts when she pressed down onto it.

"Fuck..." Julien whines into your neck, taking one of your hands and pressing it to her breast. You gasp feeling her hard nipple press into your hand. You massage her breast, playing with her nipples loving the way she moans into your neck. Your other hand travels down her toned stomach playing with the button of her slacks. Julien gets inpatient with you, popping the button herself, while still riding your thigh.

"Please baby," She gasps into your neck, biting down beside you collarbone, forcing the breath out of your lungs. You push your hand into juliens boxers feeling how wet and aroused she is, you circle her clit gently. You and julien moan into each others mouth moving closer to sloppily kiss, speeding up your hand before moving it down to push a finger into her. Julien breaks away from the kiss throwing her head back.

"WHERE'S JULIEN? LESS THAN A MINUTE!" You hear someone yell from behind the locked bathroom door. You pull away from Julien quickly taking the rainbow nipple pasties from where they fell from her hands and start applying them to her hard nipples. Julien groans, quickly buttoning her pants, and her vest once you were done with applying the tape.

You unlock the door and let Julien go out first before following. You watch as she gets her guitar on and meets the boys for without you without them. You make your way to side stage, making sure you make eye contact with her before sucking your fingers clean of her. Julien bites her lip to hold back the moan in her throat, while you force yourself not to smile too smugly.

-

You're tuning Julien's banjo before the Nashville date, listening to the boys come up with their drag names. Julien comes out in her full drag elvis look and makes her way over to you.

"What do you think?" Julien smiles doing a spin for you, opening her jacket so you can see her nipple pasties.

"Oh Jay, you looks so good." You say smiling at her, following her with your eyes as she moves to sit next to you.

"Thanks, you know I haven't worn heels in like seven years." Julien laughs when she stretches her legs out.

"You look amazing," You smile, strumming her banjo to make sure it's tuned. Julien smiles, leaning in closer to you.

"You know... I'm planning on sleeping in my own bed tonight," Julien starts off placing a small kiss to your neck.

"Oh yeah?" You ask turning to fully face her placing the banjo on its stand. Julien smiles at you, blush coloring her cheeks.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd want to join me." She says, pulling one of your hands into her lap. You watch her holding your hand, tracing her tattooed fingers over the lines there.

"Yeah, I'd really like that." You smile, laughing when Julien tugs on your hand pulling you into a soft kiss.

"Shit JB get some!" Phoebe yells behind the two of you. You try to pull away from Julien but she holds you to her continuing to kiss you while she flips off phoebe.

"Honestly it's about time, we were getting sick of watching you two pant after each other," Lucy says, wrapping Phoebe into a hug as they watch the two of you.

Julien pulls away placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up and pulling you up with her.

"Alright let's go!" Julien says, walking and stumbling slightly but recovering quickly. You laugh, smiling when Julien checks back to see if you noticed and laughing when she sees that you did.

-

Julien came off stage, her wig falling off and her jacket off completely. She knew how crazy her in just nipple covers did to you.

The boys posed for photos for vogue magazine before cleaning the makeup and sweat off of them, while you retuned her guitars and changed strings that needed to be fixed.

"Are you ready baby?" Julien asks coming up behind you just as your locking her case. You smile feeling her wrap herself around you from behind.

"I'm ready when you are." You smile turning in her arms to face her. She smiles up at you now makeup free and in just a plain white tank top, you pull her in for a kiss moaning when you feel that she's not wearing a bra.

"God Julien, I'm so turned on right now," you say against her lips. Julien smiles into the kiss, starting to tug you in the direction of the door.

"I can't wait to get you home, have you against the wall, the bed, in the shower, everywhere I can have you.." Julien says now kissing into your neck.

Julien pulls you out the door and almost immediately pushes you up against her car. Kissing her way down your neck and running her hands over your body and under your shirt. She massages your breasts paying special attention to your nipples, loving the way you gasp into her mouth. She opens the door for you, helping you into the car before going around to the drivers seat.

Julien drives like a maniac blaring Mayhem from her speakers. She has one hand on the wheel the other making it's way into your leggings, she rubs circles into your clit to the beat of the thrash metal song.

"Jay, Oh my god," you gasp, wrapping your hands around her wrist to try and pull her away from you before you cum on her hand in her car. Luckily for you right as you were on the edge Julien whipped the car into her driveway. She was parked and out of the car before you could blink, Julien opened you door pushing you against the car again. She kisses you intensely, wrapping herself around you.

"Julien, you're so fucking perfect, but next time we go anywhere i'm driving," You pull away from her to say, smiling when she laughs with her whole body.

"I'm so sorry, baby I just couldn't wait to get you home.." Julien says kissing you deeply, pressing her body against yours. You moan at the feeling of her pressed against you with no bra and just the thin tank on.

"Fuck, Jay, take me inside please." You whine into her mouth. Julien quickly grabs you by your waist walking you backwards towards the door, and kissing your neck. Laughing when you both stumble up the stairs and into the house.

As soon as the door was closed and locked Julien had you pressed against it, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere over her shoulder. She pressed in impossibly closer to you to unclasp your bra throwing that somewhere, before attaching her lips to your nipple and playing with the other. The moans that were falling from your mouth were loud and obscene and just turning her on more.

"Jay," You whined, throwing your head back the two of you laughing when it slams against the door.

"Are you okay, Baby?" Julien asks, reaching up to gently rub your head. You giggle and pull her in for a sweet kiss, loving the feeling of her smiling into it.

"Take this off..." you say, tugging on Juliens tank top, she presses a kiss to your nose before pulling it over her head. You hardly suppress the moan in your throat at the sight of her shirtless. You launch yourself into her arms forcing Julien up against the wall, palming her breasts and kissing down her neck. Julien gasps pulling you up to kiss her, the kiss is deep and heated stealing both of your breath away. You trail your hands down her body pushing one hand into the front of her pants loving the way she arches up into you. You let one finger circle her clit, gathering her wetness on your fingers and pushing that finger into her. Julien pants into the kiss, pressing her body further into you. You slide a second finger in pressing you palm against her clit, kissing her neck when she gets too caught up to keep kissing.

"Uh fuck, princess," Julien gasps when you bite down on her collar bone, and adding a third finger. You feel her body start to tense, legs shaking. You press her more firmly to the wall to steady her and Julien clenches down on your fingers. She cums with her head on your shoulder, whining into your ear how good your making her feel.

once Julien comes down from her high she's on you with renewed energy, pulling you up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pushes you on the bed, before attacking the waist band of your leggings. She almost rips them in her fierce struggle to get them off of you along with your underwear in one not so swift motion. You can't help laughing when she looks so pleased with herself holding both pieces of clothing up for you to see. She throws her head back laughing before launching herself at you. You're still giggling when Julien kisses you, both of you now naked and panting.

"I've been watching you for ages, and I spent my time trying not to feel it... but now I get to touch you.." Julien said, running her hands over your body, pushing your thighs farther apart and making a space for herself between your legs.

Julien kisses and sucks her way down your body pausing only to suck love bites into your skin wherever she pleases. The two of you fought this off for so long, and it was no surprise to you how intense everything felt with her.

"Please," You pant, tangling your hands in her hair, Julien finally decides to stop torturing you and spreads your drenched folds with one of her calloused hands. She lets her tongue rub back and forth along your seam, drinking in your wetness and moaning at the taste. You gasp at the vibrations her moans are causing before she roughly sucks your clit into her mouth, pushing a finger into you at the same time.

"Julien!" You call out, eyes rolling back into your head, you tug on her hair causing her to moan louder into your folds.

Julien thrusts her fingers in and out of you at such a deliciously fast rythme, keeping pace with her sucking on your clit your convinced you've died and gone to heaven. You feel the knots in your stomach start to tighten, getting impossibly tighter when Julien moves one hand you to pinch your nipples. You back arches off the bed involuntarily, causing Julien to force you back onto the bed with her mouth, the added pressure sending you hurtling over the edge. Your vision goes completely white for all of 10 seconds before you start to make out shapes and eventually Julien herself. She's looking up at you as she licks up your cum, the sight sending you over the edge yet again.

Julien takes her time cleaning you up, before she crawls up to your sprawled out frame. Kissing your body along the way, she smiles down at you.

"Jay, I don't even know how to describe how good that was l," You start but she cuts you off with a sweet kiss before pulling you into her arms. Just as the two of you drift off into peaceful slumber, tangled naked in her bedsheets you hear Julien whisper "Baby if you only knew," Before your sound asleep.

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[heeeepot]

Toys.

oneshot 💫

pairing: bf!heeseung x female!reader

includes: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angry sex?, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (alwaysss use protection!) assertive heeseung — lmk if I missed anything!

story begins under the cut ! minors, dni:)

After a long day of yelling at people who work for you, all you needed was your girlfriend.

Heeseung was tired, setting down the last file in the cabinet before locking it. Getting ready to go home, he thought about you. About how less the time you guys spend together is getting each day, and it was Heeseung's fault.

He found it difficult to make time for you with all the work coming in unexpectedly, and he understood why you would be so upset about it.

Letting out a sigh, he walked to his car, driving back to his home, it wasn't a house. It was a special girl, Y/n.

Heeseung and Y/n have been dating for 3 years now, but they've been friends for 9.

They went through everything together. Since they were in middle school, everyone knew they were going to end up together, they were too oblivious to even see how much chemistry they had growing up.

That was until they were 18 when they realized they were inlove, one was just braver to admit it. And it was not Heeseung.

That's where it all started, everything was perfect, literally perfect. Until they both started working.

They felt like an old married couple who hasn't had as much intimacy anymore. But, that didn't stop them from going on a couple dates and surprising eachother with gifts time to time.

And that was unfortunately not going to happen tonight. Heeseung had come home late, not being able to buy her a gift.

All these thoughts in his head came to an end when he parked the car. Using the keys to unlock the house, surprised to see you still awake.

"Babe? It's nearly 1 am, what's keeping you up?" Heeseung asked, with obvious exhaustion in his voice.

"That's the problem, Heeseung. It's nearly 1. Do you even know how late that is? What can happen to you out there at this time? Did you even know that I texted and called you numerous times? Heeseung we went over this, I'm getting tired." Voice nearly breaking, Y/n almost didn't hold herself together at the few last words that left her lips.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please. I know you're tired baby and I'm sorry, I probably don't know how you feel but I know that I'm hurting you, I don't want that."

"Ok, Heeseung. 4th time you said that this week." Y/n said bitterly. She was tired with all the excuses that he had.

Walking off to their room, Heeseung follows her, handing out to her wrist.

"Babe let's talk about thi—" Heeseung was cut off, on the bed was a bunch of toys, Y/n's toys.

Y/n's instincts were to run to them and try to hide it. She knew it wouldn't help but what else was she supposed to do anyway?

"Y/n?" Heeseung's voice was suddenly stern.

"What is it now?"

"Were you— possibly using those while I was at work, baby?"

"Me? Those?" Y/n scoffed, she knew he was onto her but she just wanted to see how far she can go with this.

"Who else would use a vibrator and a dildo, baby?" Heeseung's voice is suddenly low, as if he liked it.

"Don't know, maybe your other bitch left it here." Y/n shrugged. This pissed Heeseung off, he was sensitive when it came to mentioning other girls, he only focused on you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"What do you want, Heeseung? Whatever it is, I won't do it for you." Y/n rolled her eyes, this wasn't attitude, she just wants more attention. (y/n just like me fr)

Y/n turned to enter their bathroom. She suddenly felt a force behind her, pushing her into the bathroom, and suddenly placed on the counter.

"What the fuck, Hee?" Y/n was surprised.

"Don't act like you don't want this, Y/n." Eyes dark, his hair falling in front them.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Hee." Y/n's abdomen was suddenly warm, it turned her on.

"Then I'll show you what I'm talking about." He says, unbuttoning his black polo shirt while his eyes are still locked to yours.

"H-Hee, what are you doing?" You were suddenly nervous, even though this is what you were always asking for.

"Strip." He commanded, Y/n was frozen, just looking down at his body.

"I said strip or I'll do it for you." Voice deep and low, his adam’s apple going up and down with each word that left his lips.

When Heeseung said that, you felt a little bratty. Like how you always were when it came to situations like these.

"Do it for me, baby." You leaned in, you left a kiss on his weak spot. Right under his ear, just above the collarbone. His groans were audible, hips coming closer to yours.

His hands flew to your waist which he starves for everyday. Grip getting tighter with each kiss that left him wanting more and more. Your kisses alone would make him cum, that’s how weak he is when it comes to you.

"You do me so well, Y/n." He whispered, biting his lip careful to not let out moans.

His hands traveling to your smooth thighs, squeezing them. This made you whimper into his neck.

"I love hearing you, baby." He says, squeezing your thighs more.

Your breasts were now against his bare chest, you wanted to lick every muscle he had.

"Tell me, baby. Who were those toys for?" He asked, now reaching for your ass.

"None of your business, Hee." You backed away from his neck, which now had small redish purple patches from your mouth.

"What's the attitude for?" He was getting irritated, he always found your attitude unnecessary.

"I don't see any attitude." You shrugged, getting off the counter then walking back to the room.

He then carried you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the bed, keeping both of your hands in one of his, holding it above your head.

"Heeseung!" You shrieked, struggling to get out from his grip. He was towering over you, crotch to crotch.

He ties your hands to the bed frame, leaving you helpless, and you liked it. You always liked when he was assertive.

He removes your shorts and underwear in one motion, spreading your legs open. He was met with your pussy, full of slick that he was ready to eat off you.

"Your pussy will always be my favorite late night dinner, baby." He says, his face coming closer to your core.

He licks from your hole to your clit, collecting your slick on the tip of his tongue.

"I missed your taste, I’ll call in sick for work anytime for this." He says going in for another lick.

"Fuck, Hee please be gentle." Your voice came out shaky.

"Can’t promise you that, baby." He starts eating you out full on. Sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

This left your legs shaking, your moans couldn't be held back from the immense pleasure you felt. You then feel him enter two long digits in you, he starts curling his fingers and it made you want his long and thick dick inside you.

"My God, baby. More please, give it to me." You moaned, tears swelling up from the overstimulation.

His tongue hitting your clit repeatedly, his fingers pumping deep inside you. Sucking on your clit, he groaned. The vibration was enough to make you cum all over his fingers.

He brought it up to his lips and licked them clean. You were catching your breath, looking at him as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

"I’m not done with you." He says, removing his pants and boxers, his dick springs up and hits his abs, you could never forget how big this man is.

He sticks his dick inside you, groaning and gripping on your legs, he puts it on his shoulders, putting you in his favorite position.

He thrusts without a word, your lewd sounds became louder with each thrust.

His eyes locked with your bouncing boobs which were still clothed. Oh how he missed seeing that sight.

"Fuck H-Heeseung! Feels so good baby." You managed to say.

"You wanna use your stupid little toys while I’m at work, huh baby?" He asks still thrusting his dick inside you with a pace.

“N-No. I’m sorry, please." Your eyes rolled back from the mix of pain and pleasure. You clenched on his dick.

It got a loud moan out of him.

"Your tight little cunt is gonna make me cum soon baby, so fucking good for me." He breathes out, his words adding more lube to his dick.

Within a few more thrusts, you knew you were close.

"Baby, gonna cum soon." You moaned, voice all messy from the motions.

"Cum for me, baby." Those words were enough to make you release, your body shook from the scene.

"That's a good girl, I'm cumming soon baby, keep it tight for me." Hips pounding into your abused cunt, you loved letting him own you.

"Fuck baby, am I not fucking you often anymore? How are you taking my dick in better each time?" His head throws back, showing the marks on his neck, hands on your hips.

He cums inside you, filling you till it was dripping out of your pussy. You moaned at his action, he fucks his cum into you.

"Heeseung! Enough, please!" You pleaded, you could only take so much.

Heeseung let out a small laugh, he loved when you suffered, and it was all because of him. He had you under his control.

He eventually stops, dick pulling out still glazed in your combined liquids.

#heeseung hard hours #heeseung x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #smut #kpop #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #hee smut #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enha smut #oneshot smut #Spotify

[slut4fictionalmen33]

Don’t Mess With Her (rafe cameron)

Summary: so everyone knows the movie scene… well it’s basically that but instead of JJ and Pope being targeted, it’s you and Rafe comes to the rescue. anyways enjoy!

Warnings: language, violence, anxiety attack, cat calling

Word count: 695

As you were paying for yours and Rafe’s drinks, a familiar uninvited presence loomed over you, JJ.

“Hey beautiful. Nice of you to show up.”

“Yeah, yeah. Please go away.” You said, starting to walk back to Rafe.

“Oh being fiesty are we?” He questioned, following you. “Hey, turn around!” He grabbed your shoulder.

“What the fuck, JJ?” You winced at how hard he gripped your shoulders. “Get off of me!” You squirmed.

“Just give me a chance.” But before you could say anything more Rafe was standing right behind JJ.

“I’m pretty sure she said ‘beat it’.” JJ instantly removed his hands and backed off, hands up in defense. Once he was gone Rafe took his time examining you.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Just say the word and I'll-…” You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

“Thank you, Rafe.” He sighed and hugged you back.

“No problem, baby.”

~

Unfortunately all of the soda you had drank caused your bladder to go against you quite quickly.

“Rafey, I need to go to the bathroom.” You unhooked his arms from around you. “I drank too much soda.” You stood up.

“Okay, just holler if you need anything. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

To be able to avoid the same encounter as earlier, you made sure to go around the back of the big screen. It was a quicker path anyway. You thought.

Apparently you weren’t the only person with this idea and a couple people were behind the screen including JJ and Pope, who had seemed to have not seen you.

After you went to the bathroom you traveled your same path. However, this time you were met with just JJ face to face. No Rafe to protect you this time.

“Hi pretty girl.” He took a step closer to you. “I’ve missed you and that sweet voice.”

“JJ I’m just trying to watch the movie and Rafe is waiting for me. I really should be going.”

“Nuh uh. You’re not going anywhere.” He took another step closer. Your heart was racing and your hands were starting to sweat. What could he possibly want from me?

On the other end of the line Rafe started to worry. What is taking her so long? “Hey guys, I’m going to go check on Y/n.” He got up following the trail she had taken some 10 minutes ago.

The scene in front of him was appalling. JJ with his knife mere inches away from you and your body shaking with fear, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks.

“What the fuck, Maybank?” You had never seen JJ turn around so fast.

“Rafe I- I um…”

“Spit it out, pogue.” Rafe spat, grabbing JJ by his shirt and throwing a punch. And another and another. All the while you were still struggling to breath.

Topper ran to your side while Kiara ran to JJ’s.

“Y/n, Y/n? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

“Want Rafe.” You squeaked.

“Okay, okay. We can do that but I need you to come with me. Now.” You had never heard Topper be so serious. You were confused. That was until a fire erupted right before your eyes.

Still recovering from your panic attack you ran over to the fire to get Rafe to a safe place.

“Rafe! Rafe!” You yelled, then strong arms picked you up and carried you to their car.

“Rafe?” You cried, snuggling your head into the person's chest.

“Yeah it’s me, sweet girl.” He sat you down in the passenger seat.

“What happened?” You asked as he climbed into the car.

“A dirty pogue is what happened. And it won’t ever happen again I promise.”

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled, still shaking from the aftershocks of your attack.

“Baby don’t ever be sorry for that. You did nothing wrong and I’m glad I was the one to find you. We are however going to file a lawsuit and restraining order against all of them. Because I can’t even begin to think about what I would do without you.”

“I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

#rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #rafeobx #rafe #rafe angst #rafe outer banks #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe fluff #outerbanks rafe #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #obx #drew starkey

[sublimecatgalaxy]

reader and eddie where one if them yells "because I'm in love with you!" possibly while fighting or someone is going to do something dangerous?

I love this

"He's angry at you." Robin mutters, wrapping a bandage around my leg as I rest my head against the mirror behind me, looking around Nancy's bathroom, comparing it to that of her normal bathroom that's not in the Upsidedown where we're currently trapped.

"I know." I whisper, reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes. Eddie has been ignoring me ever since I dove into the water after Nancy, Robin following quickly behind me. I know that he's new to this, that I had been lying to him for our whole friendship and the beginning of our romantic relationship.

But just like Nancy was cautious when including Steve into everything, I just didn't want Eddie to get caught up, to get hurt at my hands or because of something I did or didn't do.

"It's because he loves you. I can tell by how he looks at you." There's a small smile in her voice as she places a gentle, matronly kiss to my injured shin. "Go talk to him. I promise you that you don't want to waste a second down here, it's not worth it." She sends me a sad smile before standing, both of our eyes flickering over to the door as Eddie knocks politely on the wood.

Robin gives Eddie a simple pat on the shoulder as he enters the room, shutting the door after Robin slips down the hallway. The room is quiet for a few moments, just the noise of grumbling outside and suspicious squelching filling the small room. He steps between my knees, resting his palms on the dirtied porcelain beneath me.

"I know you're mad or disappointed in me." I whisper, my stomach churning anxiously as he takes a deep breath in, eyes finally lifting to look at me.

"You just can't do that. You can't jump in and try to save people without giving me a moment to, like, adjust." He rambles quickly, eyes fluttering shut and shortly after he shakes his head. "You have to let me try to protect you first before you run off trying to protect everyone else." He laughs bitterly, his back straightening as he looks down at me.

"Why?" My voice barely comes out, it's tone shaky and sad and he just scoffs, reaching up to cup my cheeks in his hands, forcing my eyes to meet his.

"Because I'm in love with you, you beautiful dumbass." I giggle, reaching up to wipe the stray tears that have slipped down my cheeks. "Just warn me next time, alright?" He asks, pulling me tightly to his chest as I relax into him, realizing that everything that Robin said was right. That it's not worth it to fight and argue when we're in a dangerous situation like this where either of us could be ripped from the other.

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[ranchracoon]

CH. 5 The Summer Festival

Every day since the incident you've had this odd feeling of someone or something hovering over your shoulder; the first day after the Dimitrescus left you were jumpy over every sound. It wasn't the same feeling that you had before, it didn't feel threatening or off, it was as if a shadow was following just outside of your vision. It was always at inconvenient times too; just as you would get sucked into your duties you would feel your watcher. Once you were convinced that nothing was going to happen, you tried to sing, hum, anything to distract yourself but Angie would only yell at you to be quiet. Instead, you decided to make it a game; you would search every nook and cranny for where the lord could possibly watch you from: including the bathroom but thankfully you never felt uneasy in there. When you felt the familiar eyes on you, you would purposely get yourself into questionable positions to try and lure them out.

You groaned with your latest failure as the pain shot through your body. You weren't a clumsy person but you had hoped if you fell from a chair or something, that would work. Every attempt over the week failed, you started to think you actually became clumsy. Now it was Friday and you were no closer to your goal and it was starting to frustrate you greatly. Creaking above your head caught your attention, you glanced up toward the stairs not seeing anyone and you growled under your breath.

"If you're going to spy on me you might as well show yourself like a man!" You snapped.

"Last I checked I wasn't a man, but I'll accept it either way."

Angie rounded the corner and scowled at you, you cleared your throat and held your hands behind your back. You tilted your head at her and saw she was dressed in a bright blue dress with flowers braided into her hair. Her scowl turned upwards into a smile, something you rarely saw, as she clapped her hands together.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked.

"Go?" You replied.

"To the festival! My you're dense." She mumbled.

"I'm not going."

"Oh yes you are. Now get changed and come along before I drag you by your ear."

You groaned loudly in protest but you placed down your supplies and went upstairs to change out of your sweaty clothes. You came downstairs in a flared blouse tucked into trousers and some hand-me-down boots that Angie graciously threw at your head. Angie looked you up and down then reached into the bag hanging from her arm. She took out a wreath of sunflowers to place on top of your head then tapped your shoulder in approval. The walk to the festival was quiet, the air was sweet and carried a cooler bite with it that breezed through your hair. As you approached closer to the center of the village, music faintly swelled to your ears, and you lifted your nose to smell the aroma of food. Your stomach growled loudly as you licked your lips and hurried your pace toward the gate.

Angie was close on your heels as you caught the scene of the festival, lanterns lit the walkway all the way down to the maiden statue. Stalls decorated each side of the road with people surrounding them, your eyes widened at the sight and your mouth watered at the smells. The village looked completely different, whilst it was usually dull and gray it now bloomed with vibrant yellows, oranges, and life.

"Wow! This is amazing! Look at all the food and vendors." You beamed.

"Have you ever been to a festival?" Angie asked.

"No.." You whispered.

Three familiar squeals caught your attention as you looked over at the Dimitrescu sisters who ran over to you. Daniela and Bela looked gorgeous in their green and red dresses that had long trails of feathers behind them, Cassandra wore a dashing golden suit of similar design. Daniela hugged you tightly and you chuckled as you hugged back then looked at the other two. Bela and Cassandra walked with Angie as you and Daniela chatted toward the stalls. Angie tapped your shoulder and placed some lei in your palm, you eyed her before giving her a soft smile. You waved at the Duke who had a line around the corner, he smiled and waved back while you nodded your head to the music. Angie left the four of you alone to go do whatever she usually did. Daniela shared a cloak she had on with you so that you also looked dressed up.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Uck." Responded Cassandra.

You groaned in annoyance.

"Why won't he leave me alone?" You complained.

"He didn't leave us alone for a long time until mother threatened Mr Moreau that he wouldn't have an heir anymore." Snickered Daniela.

Salvatore approached you with his hands in his pockets, he had on a bright green suit with a yellow vest and his house crest pinned to the lapel. He must not own anything that isn't green, you thought. He cleared his throat and fixed his vest then ran a hand over his slicked back hair.

"Evening ladies. Good evening Y/N, I'm glad you could make it. I thought Lord Beneviento wouldn't let you come?" He pried.

"I said they wouldn't like it. Never said they wouldn't let me come. Maybe you should listen better." You retorted.

Cassandra snickered which earned a glare from Salvatore but it quickly turned back into his creepy smile.

"Well, care to join me in a dance and some food? I'd be honored to have you as my evening partner." He bowed and attempted to take your hand but you pulled it back before he could.

"Actually, I'm here with someone already." You replied.

He stood upright and furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, "yeah? Who?" He challenged.

"Bela." You said quickly as you grabbed her arm.

Bela looked down at you then Salvatore before she leaned into your side, her hips pressed against yours. The lines on Salvatore's forehead pulsed, his jaw clenched, and his face turned a light red. He looked like a child about to throw a tantrum. 

"Okay then...maybe we could go on a date some other time. Could we do that? I'd love to take you out on my boat." He said forcefully.

"I would never get on a boat alone with you. Besides, I have duties to Lord Beneviento and I can't leave whenever I want." You muttered.

"You can't use him as an excuse for everything. You're your own person, he doesn't own you! You just work for him, and must have a day off at some point to come out with me. What's the problem?" He yelled.

"Back off Salvatore. If I had a sickle I would slice your jugular and watch you bleed out." Threatened Bela.

"I thought Daniela was the crazy one." He spat.

"Who do you think gave her the idea?" Daniela added.

Salvatore growled under his breath before he turned on his heels and stomped away. You sighed relieved and released Bela's arm as you thanked them for getting him away from you.

"No need to thank us, Salvatore has always been a creep. Then again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. His father had been trying to woo our mother for years despite her being out since forever, even Mother Miranda had to intervene." Bela sighed.

"What happened to his mom?" You asked.

"Mr Moreau killed her and dumped her body in the bay." Cassandra answered casually.

Bela smacked her arm, "that's not true and you know it." She turned to you and her voice softened, "she disappeared one night and no one has seen her since."

"She's definitely at the bottom of the lake." Whispered Daniela as she nudged your arm.

An announcer tapped the microphone to get everyone's attention. The feedback whistled and whined loudly before dying out.

"Good evening everyone! Please put your hands together Lady Dimitrescu!"

Everyone clapped as Alcina walked up the stage, you gasped softly and your jaw dropped. You didn't think she could get more beautiful but she proved you wrong. She wore a feathered dress where the mixture of colors made it look as though she dragged fire behind her. Her shoulders were exposed, and her neck was adorned with pearls that drew attention to her defined collarbone. Her black hair was curled and framed her face perfectly. Alcina took the microphone in her hand, her smile radiated and dazzled like the lanterns above her.

"Thank you all for being here, now for the official opening of the summer festival so please find your dancing partner and meet on the dance floor."

You glanced over toward the sisters as Cassandra left and greeted a young brunette woman dressed in a yellow dress with sunflowers braided into her hair. Daniela took off running through the crowd and when she returned she was dragging a woman with black hair that looked lightly blue. She wasn't dressed up and covered head to toe in flour, but she smiled brightly behind Daniela. Daniela winked at you as she embraced the woman close to her, Bela remained by your side.

"Mind if I have this dance?" She asked politely.

You smiled brightly and nodded, you took her hand and followed her to the platform as her mother started singing. Her voice echoed throughout the entire village, it was smooth but raspy and deeper than her talking voice, very clearly a trained singer. Bela and you swayed to the music, she pushed you out and spun you around then back to her. You smiled and laughed when you returned to her, she wrapped her arms around your waist and you rested yours on her shoulders.

"So Bela, why didn't you have a dancing partner?"

"What do you mean? I have one right now." She answered.

"Before me." You rolled your eyes.

"Well....I never really cared for courting or dating. People have tried but, I've never felt any kind of attraction toward them. It wouldn't be fair to drag someone along if you're not fully committed. It's a blessing in disguise I suppose."

"Why do you say that?"

Bela chuckled humorously, "I'm to take over the Dimitrescu winery once my mother steps down. I've only seen a sliver of how much work she does so I wouldn't have time to date even if I wanted to. I don't mind though, I only hope my sisters find someone who treats them right.."

You hummed in thought but remained silent for the rest of the dance, goosebumps rose on your skin and you shivered. You glanced around until you caught Salvatore glaring at you and Bela, you furrowed your brow and turned back to Bela, trying to ignore the shivers of discomfort. The song ended and everyone clapped again, your stomach growled loudly which made Bela laugh and offer to go get something to eat. After looking at each stall you decided on a large bowl of noodles with meat and vegetables on top. Bela got the same, and the two of you stood next to a table to eat, Daniela and Cassandra joined shortly after; each of them had their own food as the music shifted again.

"So...tell me about your dancing partners." You started as you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Oh.." Daniela blushed, "well, that was Ina. We've been seeing each other for sometime now, I think it's getting serious." She sipped her drink.

Cassandra rolled her eyes, "they've been dating for two weeks. She always thinks it's serious."

"Well, who were you dancing with then Cassandra?" You smirked.

Cassandra coughed into her hand, "oh that...that was Johanna. She works with the blacksmith."

"And, Cassandra has had the hots for her since they were in elementary school but won't ask her out officially." Bela chided. 

As the evening progressed you laughed with the sisters as they told you stories about them and you returned with stories from home. The bell struck eight times and you decided to searched around the non-food stalls located down one of the village streets. Jewelry, home brewed alcohol, potted plants, toys, you name it and it was there. You stared at the plants for a long period of time then glanced at the remaining lei in your hand, after a long time deciding you picked a bright red flower. You paid the woman some lei then tilted your head at some seedlings.

"You wouldn't happen to have something viney? That could climb up some wooden structures?" You asked her.

The woman tapped her chin before she snapped her fingers and searched near the back of her stall. She came back with two little seedlings with a picture of purple flowers attached. Out front of the manor were a few tent-looking structures made from wood, these would look perfect growing around them. The woman handed them to you but you refused, you had no more money. She insisted and you thanked her profusely until you heard Angie calling you. You trotted off until you found her and accompanied her back to the manor with the plants hugged against your chest.

Back at the manor you placed the seedlings in the backroom where they would get plenty of sunlight. You eyed the red flower, a thought crossed your mind and you smirked to yourself as you picked up the flower and walked to the elevator. At the bottom you walked through the kitchen and stopped in front of the lord's bedroom, hesitantly you knocked on the door and awaited some kind of response. Of course, nothing came, so you sighed heavily and placed the flower in front of the door. 

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#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters #donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #alternate universe

[lovekz]

infatuated (4)

syn ->  izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

beware of... slight police brutality, izana catches you with your pants down (literally), and fluff

“izana kurokawa.” echoed throughout the cell. 

izana looked up from his game of shogi with one of the cell mates, squinting just a bit.

“you’ve been released.” the guard grumbled, unlocking the door and holding it open for him.

izana squinted even more, confused as hell. it’s only been a few days. he was about to get out already?

“if you won’t take it, i will kurokawa.” one of the guys commented, shooting him a wolfish grin. 

izana laughed, lifting himself from his seat and heading out of the cell. “yeah.. maybe next time.” izana replied smoothly, waving goodbye.

he hadn’t even known who those guys were. he just knew they shared a cell for a short while.

“you’re lucky someone had the heart to bail you out. should’ve kept you for longer.” the guard muttered, watching the younger man place his hands behind his head.

it was true. izana could’ve been in jail or accused of so many things that he wouldn’t be able to get out.

lucky for him though, his adoptive siblings were left with a lawyer shiniciro insisted they shared with him.

so they did, helping him get out of every situation he was in. 

however, it never included anything with bail. so who the hell could it have been?

was it you? he did fight for you after all. but you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to bail him out.

you were in school, almost all your money went towards that if not your living space.

“if that’s your girl, you need to stay outta here. she could be mine in a few minutes.” the guard taunted as they stepped out the hall.

izana looked for you, but didn’t see you. however, he seen a blond woman he declared dead to him.

“trust me. you can have the bitch.” izana muttered, walking straight passed her.

he wanted nothing to do with her. besides, who the hell beats their face to come pick up their delinquent ‘son’ from jail?

“izana!” the woman called out, chasing after izana with slight speed. 

izana ignored her, putting his hands in his pockets and looking around to figure out his surroundings once more.

if he takes a left turn and cut through the alley, he’ll be able to catch the next bus to mikey’s house.

izana nodded to himself, beginning to follow through with his plan. being outside in broad daylight with fucked up clothes wasn’t a good look.

the back of his shirt was grabbed harshly, making him halt in his steps and not throw the person over.

he knew exactly who it was.

“is that anyway to treat your mother?” karen huffed, looking up at the younger male.

“my mother is dead, remember?” izana retorted, shrugging her off him and glaring down at her.

she sighed, looking away in shame. izana nodded, beginning to walk away again.

karen didn’t bother trying to follow him after that again.

~

when izana got to mikey’s house and rang the doorbell, he realized no one was home.

he sighed, deciding to take that hour and 30 minute walk all the way to his gated community.

curse manjiro for not wanting to live near or inside the gated community.

so he walked for an hour and 45 minutes, walking slower than he probably should have.

once izana walked into his house, using the spare key to get in. he yawned, kicked his shoes off and walked upstairs. 

his siblings will find out he’s home sooner or later.

after his shower and a nap, of course.

izana hummed, stripping himself of his shirt and opening his bathroom door.

what he wasn’t expecting, was to find you in the full mirror, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of black panties.

his eyes widen, the same way yours did.

“i-izana!” you yelled in surprised, grabbing the spare towel and wrapping it around your waist.

“..what are you doing here?” izana asked, crossing his arms teasingly as he smiled at you.

“i- uhm- your siblings. suggested i waited for you to get out here.” you replied, pushing a hair away from your face slightly.

izana nodded, looking you up and down. the more he looked at you, the more he noticed.

you had his hair tie on your wrist, his spare gray towel around your waist, his favorite shirt on, and with one peak in his room, he came to a conclusion.

you slept in his bed as well.

“wow. it’s almost like you live here.” izana laughed a bit, looking you up and down once more.

“not really. i’ve been sleeping in the guest room and wearing emma’s clothes.” you shrugged, wrapping the towel around your waist properly and looking at him.

oh? the guest room? emma’s clothes? izana could only guess that was the lie emma fed you to ensure you were comfy.

though he didn’t mind.

“guest room? sweets, you’ve been sleeping in my bed.” izana laughed quietly, shaking his head.

your eyes widened as you stood there like a deer in headlights.

you were sleeping in izana’s room? which meant the clothes you were wearing were definitely his too.

“i am so sorry. you can have your shirt back-” “no don’t.” izana cut you off, holding his hand up with a smile.

“i like it on you. keep it.” izana said, putting his hands in his pockets.

you nodded, looking down at the shirt then back at him, smiling.

“now if you don’t mind, i’d like to shower.” izana chuckled, walking further into the bathroom and flicking your ear.

you nodded, letting him open the door to his bedroom for you and walking in.

izana doesn’t know what to do with you,

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when izana walked into the room with a towel around his waist, he was met with you laying in the middle of the bed on your tummy.

you were watching something on youtube.

the only thing he could really focus on, was the silhouette of your body. more importantly, your ass and the round flesh.

but he shrugged it off, dropping his towel and quickly slipping on his underwear to spare your eyes if you turned around.

izana put on basketball shorts and climbed into his bed, gaining your focus rather quickly.

“is this okay?” izana asked quietly, laying just a bit away from you and grabbing some covers.

you nodded with a smile, moving over to give him some space (though his bed was big as hell)

he nodded along with you, rolling onto his back and moving the blanket down to his waist.

there, you had began to focus on the scratches and bruises on his chest. they looked rather nasty.

“is that.. from that night?” you asked quietly, sitting up and running a finger over it softly.

izana nodded, immediately knowing what you were talking about.

the night he had beaten the absolute shit out of your boyfriend because he’d hurt you in front of him.

“that happened that night too?” izana asked, tapping your broken wrist softly and looking in your eyes.

you nodded, frowning at the memory of it. you were crying so hard when it happened.

“did... tetta give these to you?” you asked shortly, looking up at him and frowning just a bit.

he shook his head, leaning further into his pillow. “from the police. when they slammed me to the floor and the car.” izana muttered.

you could tell he’d rather not speak about the fact that the police were more brutal towards him than kisaki.

“take a nap with me.” izana stated, quickly changing the topic to take your mind off him.

you looked up at him with a questioning look. “you should take care of these. they look nasty.” you sighed, crossing your arms.

“yeah well, nap with me first. then we can take care of them together.” izana hummed, looking up at you.

after thinking for a bit, you nodded and laid next to him smiling.

“promise?” you asked, holding your pinky out to him with a small laugh.

izana looked at you, before chuckling and linking his finger with yours.

a promise is a promise. a promise with you is something he isn’t sure he can break.

tagss ~ @galactict3a​ 

#izana x reader #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers izana #izana x you #izana fluff #tr izana #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev x you

[warlordess]

Ooooh mind telling us about the stobin paranoia one? Or the country club meet cute?

Oh gawd, oh gawd; my dumbass critical anxiety (on top of being exhausted after working 32 hours in two days; tbh it's mostly that second thing) kept me from answering this until now.

I do want to remind whoever, including OP, that I don't really have anything more than bare bones synopses for any of the ideas I mentioned. Also, i haven't talked up a thing I've created in so long that I don't know if I remember how.

That being said, another Steddie acquaintance, @ataliagold (go read their Steddie things maybe?? They're very good, gimme just the right amount of yummy whump) asked me about both of these in PMs so I have shared a little bit about each and they liked both concepts a lot, which gave me some courage.

So, anyway, as for the Stobin paranoia fic, which I've wondered if perhaps "paranoia" is too strong a word but eeeh... Basically, it takes place right after Starcourt (maybe like the week following or so). It's pretty well-established that Steve and Robin were still at least a bit high and hopped up on truth serum during The Bathroom Talk, not to mention the memory blurring is probably even more effed up by Steve's 74th concussion in three years (lol... sorta), so Steve gets it in his head that he somehow forced Robin to come out to him and, knowing how important safety is for a hidden queer person, especially in a place like Hawkins, he starts spiraling and isolating from her. He doesn't deserve to have his person if he has to manipulate them into divulging their secrets to him after all, she's far better off without the resident douchenozzle, Steve Harrington, invading her space and privacy and having any intimate (platonic) expectations of their relationship. While he's all in his own head about that, Robin starts coming around to check on him, only to realize she's being ignored. This causes her to eventually start spiraling too - of course the great King Steve couldn't handle being friends with a fucking dyke, of course he would snub her after the smoke and fog cleared and he remembered that she'd spurned his advances, what a load of crock, she should have known better - thus their newly formed super bond starts having holes drilled into it... Anyway, the fic is about that whole misunderstanding and them trying to work through it. I just love that kinda trope 'cause I'm the worst.

As for the Steddie country club meet-cute, it starts off similarly to a couple other fics I've read here Eddie is forced to go straight (financially only) after Reefer Rick is arrested and his supply dries up and the cops have hounded him and Wayne enough times and etc. He ends up employed at the semi-local country club predominantly as a caddy. Decent pay, some tips even, enough downtime while standing on the sidelines and aimlessly following his current client around that he can think up some future campaign ideas... and, early on, another perk introduced is his good-looking apparent coworker (who he unfortunately crosses paths with while coworker is being reamed by one of the more infamous club members). He and Steve pass each other a few more times and begin engaging, closing some distance until it's unfortunately revealed that Steve is NOT his coworker and is in fact closely related to the rich fucker that was seen yelling at him on day one. He had a good excuse for being in uniform that first time but has obviously decided to lie in order to fuck with Eddie every day since.

Well, anyway, those are the general premises of those particular fics. I feel like I gave too much away but also like I didn't really say anything at all. Lol.

#personal #writing stuff #fanfic stuff #steddie #stobin #asks

[thebunnylord]

Best oc that became a fan favorite in my little circle of online friends

Way back during my countryhumans days, I had this cat oc named Krampus. Krampus was Austria’s cat and the story goes was that one night Austria went to a bar, got black out drunk, fell asleep and woke up to find this long haired black scruffy kitten on his bed, Austria does not own a cat, nor does he remember acquiring said cat

Krampus hates everyone and everything that wasn’t long naps in the sun or salmon treats and was basically an old man trapped in a cat’s body

Krampus once cornered Germany in the bathroom one night while Germany was staying at Austria’s house and hissed at him

Krampus hates the Canadian national anthem

Krampus used to try and trip Austria’s BLIND FATHER ON PURPOSE

Krampus hates his bell collar and ate the bell

Krampus hates Austria’s Austro-Hungarian flag that he has hung up on his bedroom ceiling and would do everything in his will power to tear it down only to get snagged and scream until someone gets him down

Krampus hates classical music and would scream while Austria-Hungary is playing the piano

Krampus stole Austria-Hungary’s eyepatches and buried them in the litter box

One time while Krampus was outside trying to avoid walking on grass, Austria saw a group of dog walkers with their five big dogs walking up the street and he yelled “get your dogs out of here! I have a cat!” And before the dog walkers could explain that their dogs were calm and won’t harm the cat, Krampus flies out of nowhere and beats the living crap out of the dogs.

During one Christmas when they had a fire in the fireplace, Krampus just sat in front of it and starred at the flames for hours

Krampus once got out and climbed a huge pine tree that had a few high voltage power lines running through it, so Austria sends Hungary to risk his life by climbing up to the top of the tree, get dangerously close to the high voltage power lines while holding onto a pillowcase with one hand and the tree in the other all while Krampus is swatting at him and hissing and biting leaving Hungary resorting to yelling “KRAMPUS!! GET IN THE BAG!!” I can’t remember if Hungary just flung Krampus in the bag, or chopped the top of the tree down to reach Krampus. I know it was heavily inspired by the time my Brother had to get his son’s cat, Chris Farley, down from a tall pine tree with high voltage wires running just below him.

When My readers found out that Krampus was put down due to cancer, they were so mad at me. Even my mom was when I told her about Krampus, she said that Cats have nine lives so why not just bring Krampus back?

When Krampus got to heaven he went “so this is heaven, I hate it.”

There was going to be a follow up story where it’s the day Austria had to put Krampus down, and at the end it showed that Austrian Empire was there in the afterlife to look after Krampus.

When I told some redditors about Krampus without saying any of the character’s names or what fandom, one of them said “I don’t know anything about your fanfic or which fandom this is but I love Krampus”

I have decided that if I get another bunny, I’m naming them Krampus.

Krampus became so popular that one of my readers included him in a oneshot and another one of my readers on Wattpad drew this fanart of Krampus

#lord bunny’s ponderings #countryhumans #countryhumans Austria #old fandoms #old headcanons #countryhumans austro-hungarian empire #headcanons #aw! kitty wants to burn down the house! #not my art #Krampus

[admrlthundrbolt]

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

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Sarah Conner vowed to never stay in same place to long. Especially in the war against Terminators. But a sweet nun may have her coming back to the same town every once and a while.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I was in the mood for a little women loving women. I was between Sarah Conner and Jill Valentine. But there was something about a nun that I felt went with Sarah better. Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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You loved your life. You truly believed that devoting yourself to God was your calling. That didn't mean that you were always happy though.

The convent was a peaceful and quiet place. But the nearby Bar gave it's tranquility a run for it's money. You had a great love for your fellow man. Though being the night owl among the sisters meant you were usually the one assigned late duties. Including keeping watch over the entrance. There haven't been many bad occurrences, the few that had been damaging made you shudder. Most only yelled or fell over themselves. But a particular evening cropped up into your mind on darker days. The feeling of hands on you. Barely escaping and rushing to the head sister. Only to make your way back into the chapel, seeing no one there. You got quite the scolding that night. When she saw just how shaken you were though, you were sent to bed early. The next night you were much more jumpy during your nightly rounds.

It had been some time since the incident. On nights when you could hear the close by ruckus, you could feel your pulse pick up a bit. Still your devotion wouldn't waiver in the face of fear.

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She leaned heavily against the random building she had collapsed on. Her cheek scraped the cool stone of the structure. She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this mess. All she wanted was to enjoy a cold, albeit overpriced, drink at the only bar this little town had. Was it so much to want more than the luke warm beer that had rolled under her vehicle's seat.

But with the kind of luck Sarah Conner has, it was never that simple. Trying to tell a drunk guy you weren't interested was like talking to a bull during a heifer's heat. If you didn't give them what they wanted, the horns were never far behind.

So here she sat, bloodied and exhausted. But fairing far better than the other guy. That was until an angel came into her veiw.

You were pacing through the pews, trying to distract yourself from exhaustion. When you heard a scuffle, followed by heavy breathing. Following the sound, you found a woman slumped near the front entrance.

Looking her over, you realized she was injured. She noticed you immediately, her hazel eyes burning with a beautiful intensity. When she shifted, you couldn't tell if it was towards or away from you, she winced something terrible.

Holding your hands up in a cautious gesture. “Would you like some help?”

Sarah gave you another once over and was surprised to see that you were a nun. Her first glance only gave her a decent look at your full beautiful face. So seeing the whole outfit, it was a bit of a shock. But it was a relief to see a woman after all the testosterone she had just dealt with.

After noticing her calm and slouch further into the wall, you held your hands out towards her. The way she looked at you, after offering the simple gesture, broke your heart. He gaze seemed hollow, but sparked when you placed a soft hand on her shoulder. Like this was the first kind civility she had received in a long while.

Helping her into the convent, you guided her to the closest bathroom. Where you sat her down gently and began rummaging around for the first aid kit. So enraptured in your searching, you almost didn't hear her speak.

“So what's a sweet thing like you doing picking up trash like me off the street?”

You were glad to be faced away from her. So she couldn't see the warmth building in your cheeks. “What any good person would.” Gathering yourself as you turned to her. You couldn't help the streak of mischief that left your mouth. “Plus I needed to meet my godly quota for the week.”

She let out a bark of a laugh at that. “I didn't know they made them so feisty around here, sister….”

“(Y/N), no need for such formalities.” Deciding it was best to get the cleaning done first. You asked her own name. Right as you pressed an alcohol soaked rag to her lip.

She hissed in pain. “Warn a gal a little.” You gave her a smile that was as sweet as it was wicked. She could already feel herself being pulled towards you. “Sarah.”

“Sarah." You let the name roll off your tounge. Felt it swirl around your mouth and nodded. “It's nice, suits you.”

She scoffs and rolls her head back against the wall. “Well, I've been stuck with it for a while.” Her eyes languidly traveled over you. She wasn't sure if it was the fight or the way your uniform hugging your soft body, that was making her head spin. As her body slid a bit to far to one side. She was surprised at how quickly you caught her. Your warm hands caressing her body as they check for anymore wounds. It seems in all of her day dreaming, you had seamlessly patched her up.

Gently moving some stray hair from her face, you said. “Do you have anywhere to rest tonight?”

She shook her head and immediately regretted it. “Was planning on sleeping in my truck.”

You gave her a long look and decided that you didn't like the idea of her alone tonight. Grabbing her arm, you hoisted her up. “We have the room. I can't have a weary soul sleeping in the cold.”

She wanted to argue with you, but didn't quite have the energy to. So she went with the much too sweet nun and passed out as soon as her head hit a pillow.

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That was the first of a handful of visits. It seemed that if Sarah was within a gas tank away from the convent. Well then she would always come up with an excuse to swing through town.

It was usually pleasant banter and snarky conversations. But she felt a peace with you that she hadn't felt in a long while. So the justification was always easy to come up with.

Every time she managed to bring an injury back with her, for you to fuss over. You didn't mind though. Being her personal nurse was the only thing to get you to look forward to the next long wait. To see her again, be near her. To see her crooked smile and take in her rugged scent. It was enough to make your mind wander for hours. If only you knew how much time you took of her's as well.

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You had barely started your day when it happened. She came bursting through the front doors in a panic. Calling your name out and frantically darting her eyes around. Mother Superior tried to calm her, until she pushed her away. Then she sent for you.

Rushing to the entrance, you went to Sarah without pause. “What’s wrong?” It had been only a few days since your last meeting. So it was a oddity to see her so soon.

She grabbed your face and just took a moment to take you in. They had tracked her. Those damn hunks if metal knew where you were. It was only by chance that she caught the trail of the one watching you. “We need to go.”

You nodded. “Do I have time to pack?”

“If you're quick.”

The women around you called out in protest. But their words fell on deaf ears. There wasn’t a force on this world that would keep you from her side. Not even the lord almighty.

#terminator #chubby reader #sarah connor #chubby reader x sarah conner #nuns #gay #lesbians #idiots in love #blood and injury #mutual pining #running away #flirting #church

[lilliumrorum]

Okay guys weed story time *a new tradition* (Every time I am in an interesting rotation or situation I will post it)

The first time I ever got high I was 14(DO NOT SMOKE UNDERAGE YALL) and my friend had invited me back to his house after we had been in a parade for AFJROTC.

Originally we were supposed to go back to get his money and then walk back to the restaurant (which was all the way across the city from his house). On the way there, I was still wearing my Combo-1 Uniform (cap included) and this important for later in this recount of events. After nearly being attacked by a dog, we made it to his house.

He told me about how he fucked his girl and got caught (my at the time bestfriend) on the couch and I remember looking at him like ???

We went back to his room to get his wallet and I instantly smelled bud. He noticed the lil smile on my face (I had smoked before but never got high) and he was like "You wanna smoke, bubbles?" (Btw this was my nickname bc of an inside joke in ROTC)

And this is how it went:

"Sure, but nothing's gonna happen. 'Never works"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he passed me a wax pen and uttered:

"Something will happen, follow my lead. If you don't feel it you're fuckin immortal."

So as I suck the life out of his cart he puts on Rammstein and blasts it on his fucking speakers, and he makes me hold the hit in for as long as I can before I cough. THEN HE WHIPS OUT A FUCKING PEACE PIPE WITH AN AXE ON IT.

"Now you're gonna hit this, trust me that pen aint shit"

I was already beginning to feel the effects of the wax, but I trusted him.

After taking 8 hits off of the pipe he had me take 5 dabs (Fuckin love dabs) and I was starting to get paranoid.

He just took a picture and laughed at me and said he was gonna send it to his gf (my best friend at the time) and then MADE ME HIT A FUCKING BONG.

After 15 more minutes of fucking around with his guitar and fumbling about, he took me to the garage with a joint (Mike Tyson knockout strain) and a pipe and we finished them both off.

"How's life right now, Lily?"

"Oh its goooooood." I giggled with a dumb-ass smile and a thumbs up.

He laughed for like a minute straight and I was bewildered bc like pls stop this is not funny I'm new to being high and I'm trying my best to breathe rn I'm breathing manually.

So he led me outside and whipped out his phone and was like "What does it look like"

I have the video if yall wanna see it but I looked terrible

"ITS SO FUCKING GREEN HOLY SHIT IT'S LIKE GTA WHEN YOU HIT FRANKLINS BONG AND THE FISHEYE CAMERA MIXED WHAT THE FUCKKKK IM TRIPPING FUCKING TESTICLES MATE."

So anyways I ended up almost getting run over two times bc I was bumbling around and my shoes were making my feet blister and he didnt make an effort to help me. After walking for four miles we finally got to the restaurant and he ordered me a wrap and bought it for me (which was really sweet) and a smoothie, but my eyes were red as shit and I needed to go to sleep so I decided to nap on the table.

There we were, still in our uniforms, but I looked higher than NASA at this point and I eventually was asked if I was alright and caught a few stares.

I ran to the bathroom bc I almost threw up.

After 15 minutes he walks in the bathroom and drags my ass out of the stall and starts fucking hollering laughing and saying shit like HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD WIN or something like that and called himself my weed demon like ?????

He barely even smoked compared to me...

My mum's name flashed on my phone and he picked it up for me and claimed I threw up at his house and I was going home (It was close to the restaurant so I would be home soon) and she was like OKAY:D and all happy bc she thought I wasn't depressed anymore since I was with a friend I guess.

After he walked me home I immediately looked down and averted eye contact with my mom and her ex and just speed walked my ass to my room with my leftovers.

I heard a quiet "I think shes high"

And just said NO. not a yell, just fuckin

NO.

and when I woke up that night I fucked up that food and smoothie and facetimed him and his gf while devouring it.

Experience rating: 7/10

Good food, Almost got killed, almost got my ass beat by my mom, guitar, good music, Indica.

@konigslittleliebling wanna share your experience with a reblog bae?