#do i kiss like a boy should i spit like a boy may i fuck other boys????
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what’s stupid is that part of what’s been holding me back from mobility aids is that i’m afraid of looking weak???? which is so stupid because i should rather be visibly disabled than constantly struggling to move!! but like. i’m afraid that my boyfriend(!! don’t think the boyfriend news has hit tumblr yet so i guess i’m sneaking that in really quick shdhdf) will be less impressed or not see me as equals anymore. which would literally be his problem and i assume he’s too good of a person for that but doesn’t keep me from worrying!!!! and i am aware that this is an incredibly ableist train of thought. and it’s a privilege that i get to make the choice of whether you can tell i’m disabled just from looking. and i am trying so bad to fix all of my complicated feelings about this but it’s so difficult. i’m about to make the purchase but just a little bit concerned to watch my balance drop from $60 to $40!!!! that’s a little scary!!!! i will make it through but it’s a little bit terrifying
#that’s the problem is that i can identify half of my reasons as being irrational and unhealthy. and then the other half is I Have No Money#okay. okay. i have tip money in my room at home. enough to pay for this. i will deposit it when i go home for fall break. i can go that long#i can handle that. everything will be fine. and if someone is going to judge me for disability i’m better off not wasting my time hiding it#idk. masculinity by lucky love is what i’m feeling right now#‘do i walk like a boy do i speak like a boy do i stand like a boy sorry babe you keep asking do i kiss like a boy should i spit like a boy#may i fuck other boys? what about my masculinity? what the fuck is wrong with my body? am i not enough?’#that is maybe the underlying issue here. everything will be fine!!!! everything will be fine!!!!#i deserve to exist comfortably in the world. i can make accomodations for myself#i’m sorry for publicly talking through all of this. it helps somehow though. i have to hold myself accountable#i hope everyone is doing well. i’m gonna order a cane really quick. and then maybe radio silence for a while#(my phone is gonna die out here…. wish me luck)#if i can wander enough to find like a bench and an outlet that would be helpful. i can maybe handle that. idk#lmk if you need anything and i’ll try my best. and thank you for the support#me. my post. mine.#delete later#ask to tag#vent cw
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Bf!Sukuna who sometimes calls you 'girlfriend' — and not in a flamboyant way
"Girlfriend, c'mere."
"What do you want, girlfriend?"
"Sure, girlfriend."
Bf!Sukuna who loves having your lips on his; he'll just randomly come up to you and slot his lips against yours without a word
Bf!Sukuna who walks around the house shirtless, and teases you by saying, "You should try it out," only to get a pillow thrown at his head
Bf!Sukuna who would pause his video game just for you
Bf!Sukuna who is actually super clingy, and cannot function without having you in a foot radius — but will never admit it
"I'm going to go get groceries now."
"I'll come with you," he said, immediately standing up from the couch.
"I thought you hated errands."
Sukuna shrugged, "'m bored."
Bf!Sukuna who spits in your food when you're not looking
Bf!Sukuna who, when he can't sleep, will just stare at you — a few times, you've woken up to his creepy crimson eyes staring back at you, and you socked him in the jaw
Bf!Sukuna who claims to hate your music, but whenever you two are in the car, he'll always let you handle the aux
Bf!Sukuna who purposely forgets to do your laundry so he can see you be forced to wear his clothes instead
Bf!Sukuna who is the king of keeping eye contact
Bf!Sukuna who'll hover around while you do your makeup and just ask random questions
"What does that do?"
"Why the fuck is it shaped like that?"
"It's almost as big as my dick."
Bf!Sukuna who steals your things and raises them above his head where you can't reach just to mess with you
Bf!Sukuna who never gets cold, and while that may seem like a good thing in the winter because you have a personal heat generator, it is the absolute worst during the summer — you have to ban cuddling because Sukuna is just too damn warm
Bf!Sukuna who doesn't help you bring in groceries, even if your hands are full
Bf!Sukuna who ignores you for the rest of the day if you forget to give him a good morning kiss, or good morning text (if you guys are temporarily apart)
Bf!Sukuna who is good at everything he touches
— a/n: kinda irrelevant if you ask me, but I just had to include this
Bf!Sukuna who pretends to forget if you guys have planned a date together
Bf!Sukuna who gets a hard-on when he sees your angry face; he loves having you pull on his ear and drag him away to a secluded area to hear you yell at him — he thinks you sound so sexy and look so hot
Bf!Sukuna who isn't above doing extreme pda when he sees someone staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who whines about going to work, claiming it's boring, but in reality: he just doesn't want to leave you — or vice versa: he doesn't want you to leave for work
Bf!Sukuna who swears up and down he doesn't want kids and hates children, but when he sees you taking care of his little brother Yuuji, he finds himself doing a mental 180°
Bf!Sukuna who goes into a trance staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who has no purpose for an Instagram account: you forced him to make one — he never posts on there, but when does, it's only pictures of you and occasionally him and you
Bf!Sukuna who has a drum set in your guys' shared apartment, but refuses to play it for anyone but you, and even then, he only plays to annoy you or wake you up from your nap
Bf!Sukuna who permanently quit smoking when he saw you plugging your nose near him
Bf!Sukuna who enjoys chasing you around the apartment, sometimes with a knife in hand just to make you extra scared
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#393
“Well, lookie who showed up! I thought you were going to flake out. Did you do it?... You told them?... I don’t need to know the details. You look bummed. Don’t be. You needed to do this. It’s time you moved out. You’re, what, 19? They kicked you out for doing what you should be devoting your life to—servicing dick. And that’s why I want you. I’m your new Dad now.
“The days of him beating your ass and leave you crying in your bed are over. I’m going to beat your ass and make you cry in bed only to get turned on and fuck you hard as a result. Ha. Ha.
“Come over here and give your dad a kiss…. No, you can do better than that…. Atta boy. No, no. Stay right there. I told you to spend the night here having fun. Did you get loaded up?... How many in your gut?... How many in your butt? Five loads? That’s good. I would have preferred all five in your butt, but three is good.
“Now remember all that happened here. Because, as my son, I’m in control of that cunt between your legs. No other men will be in there, not unless I say.
“Did you cum?... What’s with that puzzled look? I told you to enjoy yourself so that you can get one last nut before I cut your access off.
“Tell you what, strip naked right there and jack off for me. Yeah, I told you on that first night I fucked you, that you are never to touch yourself while I’m using you. But right now, I want you to cum for me. Strip.
“Son, I told you when I offered you to come live with me and be my son, that obedience is the center of what I am looking for. Being naked in front of me will become very natural for you. The thought of driving around with my naked boy next to me, gets me hard. Now strip son. Atta boy.
“This cruise spot is dead in the daylight, so no one will be pulling in any time soon. It’s funny that the number of times we connected at night, you have been naked without any problem over by those trees.
“Put all your clothes in back. Get on your knees, right there on the asphalt. No, move back a little. I want a better view. You are rock hard.
“Begin. Go on. That’s it. No, no. Look up at me. Stare at your new Dad. Stare at the man who will own you, who will protect you, who will discipline you, and who will fuck the hell out of you every day. I may be close to sixty, but I still have the stamina of a thirty-year-old.
“With your free hand, shove two fingers into your cunt…. Yeah. Feel those loads? Imagine those being mine. I know you want to taste it, don’t ya boy? Pull your fingers out and shove it into your mouth. There you go. Tastes nasty, doesn’t it? I can see the ecstasy in your eyes. I know you are remembering the first time I fucked you. You were being spit roasted by those two truck drivers over there. The three of us were going back and forth between your holes. You didn’t care what we were doing. It was all about servicing us.
“The number of times I used you, it was all about my pleasure. That’s what I like to see in a boy.
“Do it again. Go in deep to get your fingers extra coated up. Keep looking at me while you do it. Keep pounding that tiny pud.
“That thing is so small. I don’t think I ever paid attention to it before, other than smacking you the few times I thought you were trying to reach for it. I initially thought you reached for your thing just to get face slapped. But you learned that your pecker is useless and should be ignored.
“You liked me smacking you across your face when my fat dick was slamming into your cunt. But I saw that hesitation on your face; you didn’t want to encourage more slaps, but deep down you craved it. I got so turned on to your confusion. Don’t worry, I have no intention of changing. You need to be continually reminded of your place. Nothing does that better than a good ol’ fashioned smack especially randomly during the day.
“You are really going to town on your pecker. Don’t ask me for permission, just shoot. It will be the last selfish decision you will make. Afterwards I will be deciding everything for the two of us. My needs, my wants, my pleasures are your focus, always.
“My cock will be the center of your world. You know all eight inches of it. So, I don’t have to do any stretch training. Being a whore here to every man with a hard on gave you that.
“Son, put your hand back there and push. Shit out the rest of the loads onto your hand…. There you go. I heard that wet fart. That’s bound to be messy…. You know what to do with it.
“That’s a good boy. Lick your fingers clean. Damn, you like it nasty don’t you? Of course you do.
“You like piss, Son?... Moan if you do…. Good. I love pissing in holes. You drank mine with some difficulty. As my son you will be expected to drink mine. You eat ass?... Well Son, you are going to be spending a lot of time with your tongue buried deep inside my hairy ass. A lot of time.
“Damn boy! Shoot that fucker…. Fuck yeah!... That’s a huge load there. Finish licking your fingers clean. Figured it would be the thought of eating my ass would make you cum. Son, there’s no way I would have you as my son if you didn’t enjoy tongue fucking my shithole.
“Go on lick your own cum off your hand. Enjoy your reward. That’s the last time your tiny balls will be emptied. You’ll have all of my cum, more you could ever want; you know I produce huge loads, and I can go several rounds.
“Did you lick all the cum off your hands?... Good. Now lick the cum that is on the asphalt. Yeah, you heard me. That’s it. Yeah, you follow orders without second guessing.
“That’s going to be expected being my son living with me. I will take care of you, but I won’t take shit from you. You do need structure. You need discipline. I will deliver it as I see fit. And I don’t want any back talk from you.
“Ok. Get up and get in the truck. Bring your shirt….
“…Put your shirt on the seat. I don’t want that ass spooge fucking up my leather seats. Close the door.
“Ok. The is the moment. This is your last out. I’m offering you a life where you will be my son and I will be your dad. I’m in control at all times. You will be disciplined, and you will be used to satisfy my urges. You will also take care of the cooking and cleaning.
“Don’t worry, you will be fucked. My cock gets hard two or three times a day.
“Speaking of which. My dick likes to fuck. And sometimes it’s going to fuck other boys. You are never to show jealousy. In fact, I want you to get excited to know my dick is getting taken care of. Your first words to me after me using some other cunt should be begging me to clean my cock. Monogamy is not for me, and it never will be. But it will be for you. Your focus is always on me. You will not think of being with another man. Even when I have other men fuck you, your thoughts are on how it will please me to follow my orders.
“My cock is the only cock that matter to you. That includes your own. I had you jack off looking at me. I wanted to be the subject of your last orgasm. I have owned slaves, boys, puppies, subs, you name it. None of them were allowed to touch themselves, let alone play with it. You aren’t going to be any different in this regard.
“Here, put this on. This is a chastity cage. Take it. Put it on. When you lock it in place, you are agreeing to be my son. You will be accepting this role unconditionally.
“Pull your balls through first. Yeah… now your shaft. It should be easy since you are soft. Here’s the lock. When we get home, I will be removing your pubes—in fact all your hair below your nose. I have a cream that will do that. Several applications will start to destroy your hair follicles. I will continue doing it until you are completely and permanently hairless.
“You haven’t seen me naked here, but I am one hairy fucker. I love contrast. Me a hairy ape and you a smooth bitch boy. I’m 6’3” 285 pounds, and you are what, 5’5” and 140? I’m 59 and you are 19. And the biggest difference? I have eight very very fat inches, and yours is nothing.
“You ready to lock that? This is your last opportunity to back out. You lock that, and you are mine….
“Fuck yeah son! You ARE mine now…. And now you’ve been face slapped for the first time as my son. Ha!
“Now here’s your first test. This is a pill for you to take. Stick it in your mouth and swallow. Here’s some water for you. If I had thought about it ahead of time, I would have a water jug of my piss for you to drink. Swallow it.
“Good boy. Lean over and give your dad a kiss…. Oh yeah son. You made the right decision. Mmmm. Mmmm. You can use your tongue with me. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.
“Scream son! Wasn’t expecting that hunh? Remember, your titties are a source of instant pain. And they are right here in arms reach. I can be driving down the road and reach over and twist the fuck out of one, digging in my nail.
“Or I can reach down and play with your balls…. Fuck, that’s what I hate about these cages! They interfere with me grabbing a hold of your balls.
“It’s a good thing that cage will come off in a month’s time. That pill I gave you is part of set of pills where the biggest side effect being not being able to get erect. For most men, it is the worst part of taking it. But that’s the feature I want. After a month of daily dosing, you will be completely soft.
“Oh fuck, the thought of looking down at you in my sling to see your limp pecker with your sole focus on your hole pleasing me… Damn. I’m starting to get a chubby.
“Finally, I got your balls in my hand, and with a squeeze... Awwww. They are just balls!... Quit flailing around. Sit up…. SIT UP! This is not how…
“…What the…? Oh my.
“Get out of the truck. Now! Come with me to the tailgate.
“Bend over it. I want to see your back and ass. Go on lean over.
“Damn! Those are some serious welts. Your former dad did all this last night? Looks like a 2-inch belt. There’re about ten to twenty strokes on your back, same amount on your ass. He even went on your thighs.
“I just don’t get it. Why would a man do this… and not fuck you afterwards?
“I need a piece of this right now. Hold still; Dad is coming in.
“Oh fuck do you feel good. There’s still some of the loads in your pussy. Its silky walls is making my dick slide in naturally. Oh man. I know I have fucked you like a dozen times. But this time it’s a thousand times better. Your cunt is now my cunt. Everything is so right.
“I get to fuck this whenever I want. It’s mine. All mine. These welts are beautiful. I love—after I belt a boy’s back and ass—to fuck him and hold him tight. My sweaty wiry chest hair act like razors slicing across every welt, every thrust of my cock is agony.
“I’m gonna cum! Ahhh! Fuck! Ahhh! Shit son! That was fucking amazing.
“Let’s go home. I need to fuck you again. I was going to wait to fuck your first in my bed… no, our bed. But I couldn’t help myself after seeing those welts.
“This time I want to be naked on top of you. It’s going to be a longer fuck. And I will tell you this son, ever since I asked you if you wanted to be mine, all I have been thinking of is bringing you home, fucking you, holding you tight with my dick buried deep, and falling asleep in my arms. “Get on your knees. Clean me up, and let’s go home.”
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After the almost end of the world, Steve decides he’s going to put the moves on Eddie Munson.
Robin may or may not laugh in his face when he announces it.
The thing is, despite Robin almost laughing him out of the building, the thing is Steve is still figuring out his sexuality. He knows he likes girls, he’s always liked girls, but then Robin pointed out that maybe he couldn’t figure out what he wanted because he wasn’t looking in the right place and Steve realized she was right . Sure, Robin had meant more of a ‘ stop going after girls who are traditionally pretty and from well off families and try going out with girls whose company you actually enjoy’ and not a ‘ hey, dudes are kinda hot, too, right? It was real weird how transfixed you seemed to be on Eddie Munsons lips while we were actively fighting demon monsters,’ but Steve has always been good at reading in between the lines. Or, more like inserting what he wants in the gaps of what people leave unsaid.
So, no, Robin did not tell Steve to open his eyes and realize that straight guys don’t exactly think about how another guys lips will look slick with spit, how they’ll feel under the pressure of his thumb, what the sweet satisfaction of them partying so readily under his will feel like, but she did tell him to broaden his horizons and honestly, they were basically the same thing.
Which is why Steve feels like she should be more supportive of his plans to woo Eddie Munson onto his couch—and maybe, if he’s feeling ambitious, eventually into his bed.
“Robin, come on . I’m serious!” Steve will never admit, even under Russian torture again, that he whines it. He’s coming to Robin as a sounding board, not so she can make fun of him. If he wants someone to make fun of his lack of prowess, he would go talk to Dustin.
Or, yeah on second thought no. He’s not actually sure his ego could take that much of a hit at the moment.
“Sorry, sorry,” she gasps, gripping the—newly rebuilt and polished—family video counter in front of her. “I just—Steve, that’s-that’s so ambitious . You literally just came out to me less than a week ago and you’re already talking about getting with a boy. And Eddie Munson at that.”
Steve scowls at her, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that he knows looks bitchy, but he can’t help it because—
“Don’t say his name like that. He literally almost died to save us all. He’s not fucking dirty .”
Robin immediately sobers, a guilty, but irritated look on her face. “That’s not how I meant it, Steve, and you know it. Don’t get bitchy at me just because you’re feeling sensitive about your feelings for a boy.”
And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Steve isn’t really angry at her for laughing—Robin makes fun of him at least 7 times a day, Steve would be more concerned if she didn’t make at least one joke about this—and he isn’t even mad at her for putting a weird emphasis on Eddie’s name. No, he’s all twisted up about his feelings and he’s never been good at expressing them, let alone talking about them. He’s feeling self conscious and his skin is prickling with embarrassment and the easiest thing to do is lash out about it.
“That’s not—“ Steve cuts himself off, looking away from Robin as his shoulders slump. “You’re right,” he mumbles. “Sorry. I just. I wanna fucking kiss him so bad , Rob, and that freaks me out a little.” Steve untucks one of his arms to scrub a hand over his face, leaving the other one tucked around his waist to protect his vulnerable bits.
“Hey,” Robin murmurs, closing the distance between them so she can settle her hands on his shoulders. “I get it. Do you think I acted like a sane person the first time I realized I wanna kiss girls? I think I cried for a week. Kerry the stuffed Koala had to go to therapy because of all of my crying. It was a serious time in the Buckley house.”
Steve smiles behind his hand. He loves her so much. She’s really his best friend. He’s so thankful for her.
“You still cry about kissing girls,” Steve says, rather than admitting any of that. She already knows she’s smart, Steve doesn’t need to add any more to her ego. It just gives her more brain to bully him with.
He drops the hand covering his face to look at her. “Only now it’s more of a,” Steve puts on a high pitched, whiny voice, “‘why do I have to go to work when I could be spending all day making out with my girlfriend.’” He brings both of his hands up to clasp in front of his chest, batting his eyelashes at her in a fake-coy way.
Robin shoves at him, catches him off guard and he goes stumbling backwards into the counter, laughing the whole way.
“Shut up , you absolute dickhead, ” she all but screeches, reaching out to give his chest another shove for good measure. “You literally have no room to talk considering you started this shift by announcing your intentions to, quite literally, crawl into Eddie’s lap and kiss him stupid . That’s almost verbatim what you said, Steve.”
Steve’s still chuckling as he rights his position a little, leaning back against the counter more comfortably. “Yeah, I did say that.” He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth before he continues with, “I really, really wanna sit on his lap and kiss him until he can’t focus, Rob.”
Robin rolls her eyes, but it’s more fond than annoyed. Steve can tell—he’s been on the receiving end of about 90 percent of Robin’s eye rolls, he’s getting good at distinguishing the emotions behind each one.
“I still can’t believe you have a crush on Eddie Munson of all people. He’s so weird ,” She laughs, but Steve can tell that that, too, is fond. Robin and Eddie have a weird friendship. They geek out over obscure instruments and the nuance of tacky movies together. Steve doesn’t get it, but he enjoys watching how expressive both of them can be. He once watched Eddie climb onto a table while arguing with Robin about one of their movies. Robin followed him up shortly after, though, so Steve isn’t sure why she thinks the weird is limited to Eddie.
“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and he’s man enough to admit that it sounds dreamy . God, he’s pathetic over Eddie. It scares the shit out of him. “You know, the other day he gave me a rock. It wasn’t even, like, a cool rock. It was literally just a rock. When I asked him why he just shrugged and was like ‘I dunno, it made me think of you.’”
Robin’s grin grows. “Oh my God. What did you do with the rock?”
Steve shoots her a disgruntled look. “What do you think I did with the rock? I put in my pocket and then brought it home and set it on my nightstand. Eddie gave it to me, I wasn’t just going to throw it on the ground again. That’s rude.”
Robin absolutely cackles at this, there’s no other way to describe it. She’s awash in glee as she claps her hands together a few times. “ Jesus , Steve. You’ve got it so bad for this man.”
“God,” Steve mutters, running a hand over his face again. “That’s not even the worst part, Rob. He like. He grabs his utensils with his whole fist when he eats. It’s so weird, and it’s so messy . It makes fuck all sense. He doesn't even grab a pencil that way. Just his fucking eating utensils .
“And he walks so chaotic. He just randomly breaks into a sprint. Just starts fucking running out of nowhere. And he bounces. As if the random running wasn’t enough, he just fucking starts jumping. Sometimes he jumps at me, and it’s all I can do to actually catch him before he eats dirt. Or- or he’ll just. Spin. Just twirl in the middle of the sidewalk while still carrying on a conversation.” Steve slumps, his back getting slightly scraped against the counter as he sinks to his butt.
“The man has zero regard for personal space and he always makes way too intense of eye contact. Sometimes he’ll use one of his character voices in the middle of an otherwise totally normal conversation, and he’s always climbing on things. He’s loud and he’s weird and I wanna wrap my fingers around the collar of his shirt, shove him against a wall and then shove my tongue down his throat , jesus christ. ” Steve buries his face in his knees, his mind playing an endless loop of Eddie smiling with those stupid lips that are always cherry red and raw from his constant gnawing. Steve wants to bite them for him.
“Oh, my God, Steve.” Robing sinks down to sit across from him. “This is pathetic . I, like, knew you had a crush on Eddie but this is like. Dangerous territory. Like, the next step might be the L word level territory.”
Steve makes a small squeaking noise, his face still buried in his knees. Robin’s words hint at something that Steve is so not ready to admit to himself yet. She’s hitting way too close to something Steve has been avoiding actively and vehemently since he realized the attraction he feels for boys is decidedly not of the straight variety.
For a moment, neither of them say anything. Then, like the angel she so clearly is, Robin says, “So, wanna tell me about operation ‘crawl into Eddie’s lap and makeout with him?’”
Steve laughs, the tightness in his chest slowly easing. He lifts his head, and then spills his guts.
***
The plan starts simply. First, he needs to get Eddie alone . No annoying tagalongs to potentially interrupt.
It’s easier said than done. For two days straight, Steve asks Eddie to hang out and, somehow, one of the kids manages to weasel into their plans.
It’s driving Steve nuts.
He casually asks Eddie to watch a movie, give him a proper education like him and Robin are always going on about, and Dustin overhears and invites himself.
He asks Eddie to go for a walk, makes an excuse about it being gorgeous outside while he plots ways for the walk to end right outside his house, isn’t that neat, but Lucas and Max overhear and suddenly it’s a group affair.
He asks Eddie to get milkshakes, plans to lure him back to his house with the promise of complete control of Steve’s record player, but El overhears and asks if she can tag along and Steve just can’t look into her big, earnest eyes and tell her no. He’s not a monster.
So they get milkshakes with El, and it’s fun . Of course it’s fun, but Steve is getting desperate . It’s been a little over a week since he hatched his mad plan with Robin and he’s about to start climbing the walls with anticipation.
It doesn’t help that Eddie has a mother fucking oral fixation. At every opportunity he’s either putting stuff in his mouth or chewing on something. It’s fucking rude, is what it is. It’s like he doesn’t even realize Steve is suffering.
It all finally comes to a head a full week and four days after his conversation with Robin on the floor of Family Video. He’s stopping by Eddie’s house to grab something Dustin left behind because Dustin asked and he’s nice . It’s maybe also because it’s a great excuse to see Eddie, but Dustin sure as shit doesn’t need to know that that’s the sole reason Steve said he will.
Eddie is slightly bent over, riffling through his Dungeons and Dorks stuff, and Steve is trying so hard to pretend like he’s not entirely focusing on his ass and the line of exposed skin above his belt. If Eddie turns around right now, he’s busted for sure.
Eddie’s just mentioned some kind of dragon when he lets out a triumphant noise, his story coming to an abrupt halt as he spins on his heel to face Steve.
“Aha!” He exclaims, thrusting a notebook in Steve's direction.
Steve automatically reaches out to take it, his fingers brushing over the backs of Eddie’s in the switch over. Eddie bites his bottom lip at the contact, avoiding Steve’s gaze, and suddenly all Steve is thinking about is his mouth.
Steve debates with himself for a moment. This isn’t really how he planned to seduce his way into Eddie Munson’s lap, but he’s adaptable. If the years of almost apocalypses have taught Steve anything, it’s that sometimes you have to make do with what you have.
And what Steve has is an empty trailer save the two of them, and a couch less than ten feet away. He’s got the object of his affections standing in front of him, and Steve decides to adapt.
He wets his own lips, stepping towards Eddie. His hand is still holding Eddie’s hostage over the notebook.
“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmurs, ducking his head so he can look up through his lashes.
Steve watches Eddie’s breath catch, watches him stutter over his next sentence.
“Y-yeah,” he breathes out, his eyes flicking between Steve’s eyes and his mouth at a rapid speed. “Of c-course. I mean, it happens. Kids forget things. I’m sure Dustin just wanted to, like, go over the last session's notes for anything he missed.”
“Of course,” Steve agrees, taking another step into Eddie’s space. He’s aware that he’s primarily staring at Eddie’s lips, which is probably rude, but he can’t help it. They’re wet and shiny and Steve has been thinking about them an obsessive amount for the last week and a half.
“We’re, um, I-I mean they’re going against a red dragon,” Eddie continues. Steve’s aware of this. It’s what Eddie had been telling him when he’d found the notebook. “They’re very powerful, almost impossible to defeat.”
“Are they?” Steve’s only half following the conversation, but that’s not saying much. He has a hard time keeping up with the DnD talk on a regular day.
“Oh yeah,” Eddie says, and then he’s off. He starts spitting words so fast Steve wouldn’t be able to keep up even if he were paying complete attention.
“Eddie,” Steve says, but Eddie is still talking, still mumbling along about the red dragon.
“Eddie,” Steve tries again, but it’s like he’s shouting in an empty room. He knows Eddie knows he’s talking to him, can tell by how wide Eddie’s eyes are, how he’s not even trying to not slur his rapidfire words together. If Eddie was talking about dragons for the hell of it, he’d be gesticulating and probably climbing on things. As it were, he’s got his gaze fixed on Steve, eyes comically wide as his words rush together—barely getting one out before the next slew rush into it in a truly amusing word traffic jam.
Eddie’s nervous , and fuck if that doesn’t thrill Steve to his core. Steve takes the final step towards him to completely close the distance and—
Eddie takes a step back, his words stuttering along with Steve’s heart in his chest. He wasn’t expecting that, wasn’t expecting Eddie to back away from him so quickly. Steve has half a second to be hurt, to mentally kick himself because get a fucking clue , Harrington, before he catches Eddie’s eyes darting down to his lips, his tongue unconsciously swiping along his lower lip before his gaze skitters back up to Steve’s.
And, oh, yeah , Steve has him exactly where he wants him. Eddie isn’t stepping back because he doesn’t want Steve. No, he’s stepping back because he’s prey . Steve is stalking towards him with a single minded focus and Eddie is skittering backwards like a scared rabbit—bouncing back step by step as Steve approaches until his back collides with the wall. That, finally, seems to knock all their air out of Eddie. The dragon conversation dies on his lips as Steve finally—fucking finally —closes the remaining distance between them. He reaches out, cupping Eddie's cheek in one hand, his jaw in the other, all while pressing up against Eddie from hip to chest.
“ Eddie, ” Steve murmurs, his eyes hooding. This time, Steve feels Eddie’s breath catch, feels the way a tremor works its way through Eddie’s body. He’s staring up at Steve with wide, wild eyes. He looks like a deer caught in a trap—ready to break his leg trying to get away if he needs to.
Steve isn’t sure why that makes him feel a little wild, but it does.
He stretches his thumb out to swipe across Eddie's bottom lip—already bitten and red from Eddie’s nervous chewing. God , it drives Steve crazy . He has a half-hysterical thought about offering his own up for Eddie to chew on when he’s nervous. Eddie makes him crazy .
Steve licks at his own lips as he watches the way his thumb catches and drags and the swollen skin of Eddie’s bottom lip. Eddie’s trembling in earnest now, and Steve feels his pulse thundering in his ears. He wants to kiss Eddie so bad his fucking toes are curling with the anticipation.
He flicks his gaze up, away from Eddie’s lips up to his eyes and he has to fight back a groan. Eddie looks fucking wrecked and Steve hasn’t even kissed him yet. His eyes are wide and wild, his pupils blown and there’s a scarlet flush in his cheeks. He’s fucking panting against Steve’s face and he can’t take it any more. He really, really can’t. He has to kiss him—screw anticipation, screw driving Eddie past the brink. He needs and he needs now.
“ Eddie, ” Steve practically gasps . “Eddie, please.” Steve squeezes his eyes shut as his body unconsciously rocks forward, seeking even more of Eddie out. “Wanna kiss you so bad, please say I can, please—”
And before Steve can get another plea out, Eddie’s slamming his head forward with enough force to knock their teeth together in an uncomfortable clack ; enough force that their noses knock together in a painful way.
But Steve doesn't care . He doesn’t care because Eddie’s lips are on his and he feels like there’s liquid fire coursing through his veins. He feels lit up from the inside out as Eddie finally, finally touches him back. He fists a hand in the back of Steve’s shirt, the other winding through Steve’s hair and fuck it’s finally happening. After night upon night of imagining what kissing Eddie Munson would be like, Steve’s finally doing it.
And goddamn is he doing it. Eddie’s lips are slick against his, hot and encouraging . They slide together in a way that has Steve’s mind going blissfully blank, his only thoughts being hotwetyesmore.
He kisses him messy, lips moving together in a too fast pace that neither of them can keep track of; bruising force in the way their lips slide, spit sliping from their parted lips in a slow trickle that has Steve’s fingers curling against Eddie’s jaw.
He uses that hand to tilt Eddie’s head up slightly, angling it enough that Steve can get his bottom lip between his own and suck slightly. The first slid of Eddie’s lip between Steve’s own has him seeing fucking stars .
A punched out groan breaks free from Eddie’s throat and he rocks forward into Steve, seeking more . The hand in the middle of his back pulls and Steve is helpless to do anything but push Eddie more firmly into the wall. He knows it has to hurt, has to be restricting Eddie’s breathing with how tightly they’re pressed together, but he can’t take enough focus away from Eddie’s mouth to care . Plus, if Eddie minds that much he wouldn’t be pulling Steve closer .
Eddie breathes a wet gasp into Steve’s mouth when he takes his teeth to the lip still tucked between his own, and Steve can’t help but let out a gasp of his own. Eddie tastes fucking phenomenal. He can taste the lingering tobacco on his tongue, the salty tang of the popcorn he must have had earlier, and just the overwhelming taste of Eddie. Hot, sweet, fucking sublime. Steve‘s never been a particularly religious man, but he feels like he’s drinking heaven straight from Eddie’s mouth. With every gasp, every moan, every brush of Eddie’s tongue, he feels one step closer to absolution. It’s addicting .
God , he wants more. He wants Eddie’s hands all over him, on bare skin. He wants those deft musicians fingers to snake into his hair, tug a bit. He wants Eddie over him and under him and—
He stills suddenly, a thought occurring to him. The line that had triggered this whole thing—his announcement to Robin back in Family Video—and suddenly there’s a burning need in Steve’s gut. God, he needs to sit in Eddie’s lap right now. Needs to feel his strong thighs under him, needs Eddie’s hands on his ass and his tongue in his mouth.
“ Fuck, ” Steve bites out when he pulls back. Tearing his mouth away from Eddie’s is so much harder than it has any right to be.
Eddie’s staring at Steve with glassy eyes, his lips shiny and red and oh fuck even his chin is glistening with their spit. Steve wants to devour him.
“Go sit on the couch,” Steve says, and is pleasantly surprised that his voice only sounds a little rough, a little shaky.
“What?” Eddie croaks out, staring at Steve for a beat. Then, miracle of miracles, he does it. He stares at Steve the whole time, the glassy look getting a little clearer, and Steve thinks that simply will not do.
The minute Eddie is seated, Steve’s crawling his way into his lap. He wedges his knees into the crease at the back of the couch, shuffling as far forward as he can so their chests are pressing together, their clothed crotches aligning. Then, without giving Eddie a chance to adjust, he drops down, pressing the full weight of his ass into Eddie’s thighs and, by proximity, his dick.
“ Jesus Christ ,” Eddie swears, his hands shooting out to grab at Steve’s ass on instinct. Steve almost giggles . It’s exactly what he wants.
“You can just call me Steve,” he mutters, and before Eddie can reply, he’s sweeping in and claiming Eddie’s lips again. Eddie huffs against his mouth, but let’s Steve have the last word. Steve’s glad because he has plans .
Plans that start with Steve winding those thick curls around his fingers as he slides his lips against Eddie’s. Eddie pushes his head back into Steve’s hands like a cat, and it makes Steve smile into their kiss, which makes Eddie smile into the kiss. It’s like a domino effect—once Steve feels Eddie’s smile against his, he starts giggling like a schoolgirl. He can’t help it, this feels unreal in the best possible way.
Then Eddie’s off, giggling back into Steve’s mouth. They’re both just sitting there giggling at each other, eyes squinted and happy . God, Steve feels euphoric in this moment, perched in Eddie’s lap like it’s his throne, with Eddie’s hands on his ass.
Eddie pulls back after a moment, when their smiles are too wide to actually kiss. He brings a hand up to gently brush a strand of hair away from Steve’s eyes, tucking the long lock behind his ear before putting his hand back on Steve’s ass.
“You’re unbelievable, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispers, eyes so full of affection that Steve feels his insides turn to mush. He squirms in Eddie’s laps, ducking his head to mouth at Eddie’s neck because if he stares into his eyes any longer he’s going to do something stupid . Stupid like admit that he’s pretty fucking sure he’s in love with Eddie, has been since he gave him that dumb rock for no decernable reason other than he wanted to, because he was thinking of Steve.
Steve tongues at the tendon in Eddie’s neck that’s stretched taunt, rubs his nose along his jaw and up to the hollow under his ear. Eddie laughs, tilting his head sideways to give Steve easier access.
“Oh, now you’re gonna be shy? After you practically pounced on me earli—”
Eddie’s words cut off in a choked groan as Steve bites, hard , at the tendon he was just showing attention to.
“ Steve, ” Eddie gasps, but Steve doesn’t let him do any other talking. No, he’s not going to let Eddie derail him again. So, he dives back for Eddie’s mouth, licking into it, not slowing down and not giving Eddie a chance to catch up. He smooths his tongue alongside Eddie’s, lets Eddie push back against it with his own for a millisecond, before he’s switching tactics—licking behind the top row of Eddie’s teeth, sliding his tongue over Eddie’s bottom lip.
Eddie squeezes his ass at the sudden onslaught, and Steve can’t help the small jerk his body gives at that. He grinds down, a gasp trapped in the humid air between them as sharp waves of pleasure shoot up his spine. He’s trapped in between Eddie’s lips and his hands and he feels like he’s high with it.
He’s enjoying himself so much.
He slides his tongue along Eddie’s again, enjoys the way it's slightly rough and gloriously slick against his own. Enjoys the way it makes his pulse thrum a little faster, his fingers grip a little tighter where they’re fisted in Eddie’s hair—the way it makes Eddie squeeze a little tighter, which makes Steve grind down a little harder.
Steve feels the evidence of Eddie’s interest, has been feeling it, and knows Eddie has to be aware of Steve’s own. And Steve’s fantasized about Eddie’s lips for so long that he’s tried to keep it to just that—tried to focus on the heady drag of lips on lips—but it’s hard to ignore the way Steve’s own hips are twisting down, seeking as much of Eddie as possible. Hard to ignore the way Eddie has his own feet planted on the floor, meeting Steve’s hips with firm thrusts of his own.
They’re sharing humid air and sharp gasps, their lips swollen and honestly sore . Steve’s lips ache in the best way he’s ever felt, and Steve doesn’t want to stop. Wants to sit right here on Eddie’s strong thighs, wants to feel Eddie’s teeth nipping at the too sensitive skin of his mouth, wants to kiss Eddie for the rest of his life .
They kiss and kiss and kiss, and Steve has never just kissed someone like this. He’s never kissed just to feel, kissed just for the pleasure of it with no expectations for what’s to follow. He feels intoxicated. He’s utterly, wholly blissed out on Eddie Munson’s mouth and he never wants it to end.
They kiss for so long that Steve has honestly started to lose feeling in his lips. It’s weird feeling them so sore, so numb. But they are, so he slowly, so slowly pulls back. Leaning down for a few lingering pecks as he puts a little distance between their mouths.
Eddie’s mouth is bright red, spit slick and so tempting. Steve watches with fascination as a single string of spit connects their lips, stretching until he’s put enough distance between them that it breaks.
Steve bites his lip on a moan, thinks that’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.
He meets Eddie’s gaze. His eyes are wild, pupils blown out. His hair is an absolute disaster from the way Steve’s been running his fingers through it, and his cheeks are flushed so prettily. Steve can’t resist sneaking one more kiss in, lingering around afterwards to rub their noses together.
“Hi,” Steve finally murmurs and fuck, is that his voice? Jesus, he sounds wrecked.
“Hi,” Eddie says back, his smile verging on loopy. “Did you know that some corvids can understand physics?”
Steve stares at him for a beat, a little stunned and a lot confused by the abrupt topic switch. Eddie stares back, a look on his face that Steve can only take for regret, his already pink face is turning positively crimson.
It’s dead quiet for a moment, then Steve bursts into laughter. His chest absolutely swells with affection, with, fuck it, love. God damn , he can’t deny it any longer. The love he feels for this boy sitting under him is overwhelming at the best of times, and it feels like it’s just bursting out of him at this moment. He’s coming apart at the seams with his feelings for Eddie, and he’s done trying to pretend that they’re anything but that.
“Oh my God, ” Eddie mutters, bringing his hands up to hide his face. It’s so endearing. Steve is endeared. “Sorry, fuck. I don’t know why I just said that.”
“Jesus Christ, dude.” Steve’s still grinning down at Eddie, moving his hands to clasp around Eddie’s wrists, trying to pry his hands away. He never wants to not be looking at Eddie. He’s so fucking weird and Steve likes him so much. “I like you so fucking much .”
Eddie lets Steve pull his hands away, and he…there’s no other word for it, Eddie just absolutely lights up. It’s like Steve’s staring directly at the sun. Eddie is beaming up at him, his smile so wide that his eyes are basically closed. He has laugh lines, and Steve is already obsessed with them, already thinking of ways to make Eddie smile this wide, this radiant all the time.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks.
“Oh, yeah,” Steve confirms. “Just ask Robin. I’ve been whining about it for weeks .”
Eddie laughs again, his grin not dimming in the slightest, and Steve just has to taste it—has to get his mouth around Eddie’s happiness. So, he swoops back in, feels Eddie’s laughter transfer to him via their connected mouths, feels a piece of himself that’s long been looking for a home finally slot into place.
#LOOK#i just think eddie is the type of person to say the most interesting facts at the worst possible time#and i think steve is kinda into that#idiot 4 idiot yknow?#anyway no idea where this came from#this fic struck me like a fever and would not leave until i purged it#so enjoy!#steddie#steddie fic rec#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve harrington/eddie munson fic#steddie fan fiction#my writing
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.
Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut
Warnings: Nudity
Chapter Word Count: 2552
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A/N: sorry this one took a while! I’ve had so much going on, I’ve struggled to get time to myself. I wrote this over the course of several nights so pls let me know of any errors as it’s only proof read by me
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Please read the below first:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
I’m Not Your F*cking Maid
Chapter 7
Dean and I stood side by side in the dimly lit parking lot, trying not to make eye contact with each other as Sam stood in front of us; arms folded across his chest with his foot tapping impatiently. He gnawed on his bottom lip, frowning and shaking his head. He was the spitting image of an angry mother.
“You did what?” He asked, disbelief in his voice.
“Look, Sammy,” Dean started and I was unable to tell if he was about to be boastful or apologetic.
“Don’t you ‘look Sammy’ me. We’re on a job Dean, couldn’t you have kept it in your pants a bit longer?”
“Sam I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean for it to happen, it just sort of…did,” I stepped in, embarrassment taking over as I caught sight of my reflection in the Impalas drivers side window. My hair was tousled and my lipstick was almost completely worn off save for a few streaks under my bottom lip. That, and also the fact that my shredded underwear was currently scrunched up in Deans pocket. I couldn’t tell if I was more horrified when I saw him pick them up off the study floor and ‘save them for later’, or the fact that I may have developed a new kink for having my panties sliced off my body with a hunting knife.
“(Y/n),” Sam’s eyes softened, “you have nothing to apologise for; Dean should know better.” His words made Dean scoff.
“She’s not all sunshine and rainbows Sam, she’s the one who started it.”
“I did not! I only told you to kiss me, not fuck me into that desk!”
Sam’s eyes widened and his ears went pink, Dean snapping back at me before the younger brother had a chance to think.
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Did.”
“Didn’t.”
“Yes, you definitely did. Don’t lie,” he paused, his tone changing, “you can’t deny it sweetheart - you wanted me,” Dean smirked, gesturing to himself.
“Ok, prove it - what did I say?” I crossed my arms across my chest, remembering I wasn’t wearing a bra. His smirk grew, suddenly making me very aware that I was most likely wrong about this and he was going to be obnoxious about the fact that he was right.
“You said - and I quote - ‘are you gonna fuck me or what, Winchester?’ Now to me, that sounds like you instigating this.”
I scowled at him, wanting to slap that lipstick-smeared smirk right off his face.
“Fuck you,” I spat, rapidly having to cross my legs where I stood as I started to feel more ‘essence of Dean’ trickle down my thigh.
“You already did darlin’.”
“Ok ENOUGH!” Sam got between us, putting up his hands, “let’s just finish the job and go home. But just so you know,” he pointed at us, “you are BOTH in VERY big trouble.”
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The ride back to the bunker was a little awkward. I sat in the back, not wanting to move too much for fear of making a mess on the impeccable upholstery and Sam sat in total silence, giving us both the cold shoulder. Dean however drove the whole way home with the biggest grin on his face, occasionally glancing at me in the rear view mirror. Sam had taken the liberty of packing everyone’s luggage into the Impala before we had even left the auction house, so I wasn’t even granted the simple pleasure of washing Deans intoxicating scent from my hair in the motel shower. I just had to sit there for the next three hours breathing him in and replaying every red hot second of our time together in that study.
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Dean pulled into the underground garage to the bunker and before he’d even put it in park I’d thrown the door open and jumped out, racing back to my room. I heard Dean shout after me but I had sprinted too far to know what he’d said. I ran through the corridors like a princess in a castle; long dress bunched up in my fists so I didn’t trip, with the rest billowing behind me as I frantically searched for my destination in this labyrinth. Upon reaching my door I flung it open and raced inside, slamming it behind me. I paced into the bathroom, heels clicking on the tiles and flicked on the light before turning the shower on and wincing at the loud clanking still coming from the plumbing in here. As the water began to patter into the shower basin I hurriedly peeled off my shoes and my dress before sticking my toe into the water now pooling in the bottom. The moment it was the perfect temperature I stepped in, sighing as the liquid poured over me and washed away the electric tingle on my skin left behind by the older Winchesters hands. I felt normal again, and much less sticky too as I lathered soap over myself. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as I slid down the tiles and sat down, letting the shower soak my hair. I tried my best to steady my mind and be calm, but all that I could think about was Dean. The way he touched me, running his rough hands over my soft skin. The way said my name; moaning it in a deep breathless voice. And oh boy… the way his mouth felt on mine was like something out of this world, the taste of him alone made me dizzy. I wanted to run to wherever he was right now and press my lips to his - to get high off of him again. It’s a crying shame that he’s such a jackass, so naturally I’m reluctant to give him the satisfaction. He’d be smug for days - or weeks - if I even mentioned that this was how I was feeling, let alone if I was actually acting on the impulses.
I must’ve sat in the bottom of the shower for at least twenty minutes, my brain going over the events on a loop, replaying again and again. In the end I gave up trying to silence my thoughts and turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fuzzy white towel around myself. I grabbed a smaller second towel and dried my hair, leaving it damp but not dripping as I walked into the bedroom. I searched for my duffle for a few minutes before it dawned on me: it was still in the car. ALL of my clothes were in there.
“Shit shit shit shit,” I searched through the wardrobe and dresser in the room, hoping to find something, ANYTHING, that I could wear to go and retrieve my bag but there was nothing to be found. I sat on the edge of the bed contemplating my options as I started to shiver, my damp hair making me cold. I considered wearing the dress again, but the stains on it made me think otherwise as I was now clean and fresh from the shower. My eyes darted to the door. There’s only one option: theft. Deans room was right opposite mine and he didn’t spend much time in there so the chances of me running into him were slim. I stood up, determination coursing through me as I marched to my bedroom door, opened it and quietly stepped into the hallway. I looked left and right, sighing in relief at the emptiness. I quietly padded across to Deans door, incredibly aware of how cold the air was out here. I grasped the handle and twisted, the door opening with a small click.
“Yes!” I whispered to myself, grateful it was already unlocked. Ducking in I closed the door behind me and spun around, pressing my back to the cool wood to observe the room. Eyes widening, my blood ran cold and I dropped to the floor. Dean was asleep - or so he seemed to be - above the covers and still fully dressed in his suit, a nudie mag open and covering his face. He had one hand behind his head and the other rested on his stomach, rising and falling with each breath. FUCK. I looked around whilst on all fours, feeling the dust from the floor sticking to my damp skin. So much for the shower. I spotted Deans dresser off to the side of the room; if he was asleep, I should be able to sneak in, grab a T-shirt and sneak out again with no problem. I crawled over to the drawers and started sliding them open painfully slowly to inspect the contents. It wasn’t until I opened the fourth drawer that I struck gold. Silently cheering to myself I snatched the first T-shirt I saw and pushed the draw closed. As I turned around to leave I near enough jumped out of my skin, shrieking a little. Dean was now laying on his side, head propped up with one hand and he watched me in total silence, the corner of his lips turned up.
“You need any help down there?” His voice was low and gravelly.
“No thank you,” I stood up, clutching his T-shirt in one hand and trying not to let my towel fall with the other, the corner now refusing to tuck in. “I got what I came for.”
“And you need one of my T-shirts because…?”
“None of your business,” I taunted, inching my way towards the door. Dean raised an eyebrow.
“It is if you’re being a little thief.”
“I’m only borrowing it.”
“Sure you are sweetheart,” he grinned, turning to lay on his back again, this time propped up on his pillows against the headboard with his hands behind his head. There was silence for a few moments as he chewed on his bottom lip, eyeing me up and down. He made me feel totally exposed. Out of nowhere he jumped up, reaching me where I stood by the door in one swift movement.
“I tell you what - you can keep the T-shirt for life on one condition,” he stepped closer, those piercing green eyes keeping mine entranced. I swallowed.
“What condition…?” My voice suddenly felt very small and quiet as a result of his close proximity.
“Drop the towel and put it on.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I wasn’t able to stop the heat rising to my cheeks and I couldn’t tell if it was from frustration at his arrogance or the fact that the low rumble of his voice was making my knees weak. The words bouncing off the walls in my mind failed to leave my lips, and in my silence he spoke up again.
“Or unless you’re happy walking all the way to the garage in nothing but a towel, you still have the option to refuse.” I scowled and smacked his chest.
“You knew?! If you knew I’d left my bag behind, why didn’t you bring it?”
“Because,” he put his hand on the wall beside my head and leaned in a little, “where’s the fun in that?” I tried my best to hold his gaze, fighting every urge to look away as my heart started to beat faster and faster. I’ve already fucked the man so what have I got to lose? I placed my hands firmly on Deans chest and pushed with enough force to knock him back, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the bed, making him collapse onto it. Leaning back on his hands he looked at me expectantly as I took a step towards him and away from the door. I tried my best to keep a stern expression, refusing to let him know that any of this was affecting me - the last thing I wanted was for smug old Dean Winchester to know that everything he does makes my heart hammer in my chest. I threw the T-shirt at him, hard enough that he was taken aback as he clutched the dark fabric in his large hands. A look of disappointment started to cross his face before I reached up and untucked my towel letting it fall to the floor as I stood in front of him, fighting every urge not to cover myself up. At first I was unable to look him in the eye, scared of what that alluring evergreen stare would do to me if I did. Eventually I caved in, biting my lip as I saw how entranced he was; eyes flitting over every curve on my body, studying me like a work of art. I watched him swallow, throat bobbing as he licked his lips, jaw going slack and his pupils dilating. He was silent. I took another step forward so I was in reach of him and his hand immediately shot out to touch my thigh. Right as his fingers grazed my skin I smacked his hand away, pulling him from his trance.
“Please…” was all he managed to say, all cockiness gone from his attitude. I snatched the T-shirt from his loose grip, pulling it on over my head and down over my body, finally covering myself from his burning hot gaze. Dean was finally pulled from his trance when he could no longer see the curves of my figure, his eyes eventually meeting mine again. He looked a little flustered, his hands now crossed in his lap.
“My clothes look good on you,” he said, an unusual tone to his voice - something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. He eyed my chest, observing the way the loose black fabric fell over the soft curves of my breasts and did little to hide my perky nipples. His eyes travelled south, surveying the rest of me before stopping and lingering at my thighs right where his top ends, hinting at the shape of my ass cheeks hiding underneath. He probably would have sat there all evening and ogled at me, however I could feel the tiredness start to hang heavy in my body and weigh on my eyelids, getting worse as the minutes passed. I groaned internally, remembering I still needed to go and get my duffle. But there was something about the way that Dean was looking at me that was making it hard to leave. I took a few more steps towards him until I was standing between his knees, swatting his hands away as they skimmed the backs of my thighs, sending goosebumps over my skin. I grabbed his chin unexpectedly, making him flinch. However it was only a matter of seconds until he was like putty in my hands. His muscles relaxed and he looked up at me with hooded eyes, mouth agape as I tilted his chin up to face me. I leaned down, our lips millimetres apart as I felt his hot rapid breath fan over my cheeks. I watched his pupils blow wide at the close proximity, a shiver ghosting over his skin as he stared up at me.
“Goodnight Dean,” I hummed, before letting go and standing up straight, turning to leave the room. I picked up my towel and opened the door, looking over my shoulder one last time to witness the starstruck Winchester sitting in a daze right where I left him.
“Thanks for the T-shirt.”
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Can you do some blue lock scenario with a reader who very much needs glasses? Like reader is straight up walking in to poles, bumping into tables, squinting to read to tweets. They actually never took a drivers test because they couldn’t read road signs or the handbook for that matter🙄 The reader just lives life like this just cause. Like there is no reason for them to just not fail their eye test and get some glasses.
Blue lock boys: Rin, Sae, Barou, Kaiser, Yukimiya(💀), and anyone else you want to write for!!
notes: not proof read!! enjoy :)) THANKS FOR 700 FOLLOWERS GUYS, i’ll promise to feed y’all good when i get back home.🥹🥹
rin
after walking into another pole while you and him were walking down the street from his football practice he finally had enough.
“get some glasses or im breaking up with you”
you look up at him (all you can see is a blurry glob) confused because why would he say that?
“why’re you being mean? i don’t need glasses i’m fine.”
rin secretly liked that you were stubborn, but right now he’s more concerned. you kept on running into things, needed help with homework and schoolwork because you couldn’t see the board, and bumping into tables and such.
he flicks your forehead (specifically where there was a slight bruise forming), “i don’t like how you’re always running into things. it’s not safe.”
he tries to act nonchalant and like he doesn’t care, but deep down inside he’s afraid something bad will happen to you. he just wants you to be safe.
sae
“i don’t understand why you can’t just get glasses!”
it was the first time sae had ever raised his voice to you, or really in general around you. so what got him to this point? you two had just came back from the hospital because you fractured you ankle from tripping. sae had been getting annoyed by your carefreeness and this was the last thing he needed.
you look at him hurt by his tone, you’ve never seen the stoic man like this. you’re surprised he would even raise his voice at something like this.
he looks at you as if he’s done nothing wrong, keeping the same deadpan he always does. you roll your eyes and (try to) walk away until sae grabs your arm pulling you into his lap,
“don’t walk on your foot, you’re going to get even more hurt. and i said that because i don’t want you getting hurt again. what if i’m not there to save you?”
barou
he walks in the door after a tiring practice to some soup cooking in the kitchen. he smiles knowing you made it, and he grabs a spoon to get just a little taste while you arent looking. little does he know you accidentally put too much salt. spitting it out he says,
“holy fuck y/n. are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” he laughs after.
you look at him embarrassed because you tried to do something nice for him and it went terribly wrong.
he smiles looking at you and tenderly kissing your temple, “after my shower i’ll help you cook how does that sound?”
he sometimes finds your vision problems difficult but he never gets mad at you, he’s just a peace with your decisions to not get glasses. he never gets you for it :)
kaiser
“i set up an eye doctor appointment for you at 12:30 on tuesday by the way. it’s rest day so i’ll be able to drive you” he looks up at you while laying on your chest.
you stop playing with his hair and look confused. “what? why?”
“well love….how do i put this? i’m not your personal driver….and i’m tired of you being so stubborn” he says grinning while motioning for you to continue playing with his hair.
you roll your eyes and continue playing with his hair, you start thinking and you do feel kind of bad that your boyfriend has to drive you everywhere. sure he may be arrogant and cocky, but in reality he’s a lovesick man who only wants the best for you.
yukimiya
(if an ything the roles should be reversed💀)
“do you think our kid is going to be blind?” you innocently ask him one day while studying (mostly him telling you what the class is learning). he’s taken aback but composes himself and gives you a gentle smile.
“maybe.”
it’s a short and sweet answer, but he’s mostly thinking about he fact that you said ‘our kid’. this a sweet moment because you usually never say stuff like this. he gets up from his chair and motions you to come on the couch with him,
“but our child will definitely be wearing glasses, unlike you”. he says while sticking his tongue out.
notes part two: i’m sorry this took so long, i’ve been busy traveling all over! i hope it’s to your liking :) @crybabyyams thank you so muchh:))
#blue lock fluff#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#bllk headcanons#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#bllk fluff#rin itoshi fluff#rin itoshi x reader#sae itoshi x y/n#sae itoshi fluff#sae itoshi x reader#barou headcanons#barou shoei fluff#barou shoei x reader#blue lock yukimiya#yukimiya x reader#yukimiya fluff#michael kaiser fluff#michael kaiser x y/n#michael kaiser x reader#bllk x you#bllk rin#blue lock x y/n#rin itoshi#sae itoshi x you#sae itoshi#barou shouei
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@forestshadow-wolf Had asked about Duo Fatui, and you know what? Fuck it! Have what will eventually be the opening to the fic ❤
Ghost and Soap are placed on desk duty for a year after an op gone sideways. They decide to make the best of it.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Captain price roared as he stormed into the med bay.
Soap and Ghost were both laid up in separate cots, on either side of the room. Both now stared at him, wide eyed after his outburst.
"Sir," Ghost started but Price was not going to hear him out.
"No! Soap, what the hell were you thinking?!"
"Sir," Soap attempted to speak but Price cut him off as well.
"What the fuck were you thinking, giving a civilian your plate carrier?" Price seethed.
"Sir, he had important intel, we couldn't afford to lose him, and our route to exfil was taking heavy fire." Soap spit out his words quickly, probably to avoid being cut off again.
"Exactly sergeant, heavy fire that you took! You were shot, and you're a hell of a lot more important than some random scientist!" Price could feel his face getting red as he yelled. "And you!" He turned to face Ghost. "Now you're out of commission, because of his bloody fuck up!" He gestured sharply at a pouting Soap.
"We're the same blood type, I wasn't about to lose him over something I could easily help with, Captain." Ghost said flatly. To anyone else it would seem like Ghost was calm, detached even. Price could tell he was holding back his own anger.
Price found himself pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He wasn't actually angry at them. Soap had saved a man with insanely useful information. Ghost had saved Soap. He was angry that he hadn't been there to protect them himself. He was angry that he almost lost two of the best soldiers there ever were. Two of his men. He was angry that now they were both one kidney lighter. The transplant wouldn't take too long to heal, but the risk of rejection or infection meant he could still lose them. "One year." That garnered confused looks from both men.
"Um, no boss, the surgeon said-" Price cut Ghot off again, further souring the man's mood for sure.
"That the risk of rejection and infection will be significantly reduced after six months. I am placing you both on desk duty for one year, starting the day you get discharged from med bay." A horrified silence filled the room. "I hope you boys can find a way to keep yourselves entertained while Gaz, Roach and I pick up your slack." It may have ben a bit harsh, but he needed them to understand how important their lives were. To the world, to the team. To him. With that, he left the room.
***
"Ah'm sorry, Ghost."
"Shut it, Johnny."
"Ah am though."
"No." Ghost opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking at his hands. After Price had stormed in, ripped them a new one, and stormed out, he had leaned back in his bed and closed his eyes in an attempt to dissuade the rising rage. "If we're sorry, Price wins. That crabbit old man can kiss my arse. We did the right things."
"Hmmm... I have an idea." Ghost finally looked over to Soap again, urging him to continue with his eyes. "We're gonna be stuck on base for a whole year, aye?"
"Aye..." Ghost was unsure where this was going.
"We should do something unhinged, something incredibly stupid and pointless, every day. We'll have some random recruit record it, someone different every day if we can. At the end of the year, we'll play it on a projector in the mess for the whole base to watch." Soap was grinning at him. "Show Price what happens when you bench two of the craziest son's o' bitches in the SAS.'
It felt like a bad idea. Like making a deal with the devil. Like it would at least make the year of bullshit ahead of them go by faster. "I'm listening..."
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Eddie Diaz and you being enemies until you push his buttons to far one day and he pushes you up against the wall and kisses you
You disliked Eddie ever since he joined your team at station 118. Everyone else seemed to think he was this sexy guy, but you and Buck knew better than to fall for the charms of some pretty boy. Bobby warned you both to play with Eddie, and eventually Bucky and Eddie made a pact to have each other's backs. You couldn't believe it. You were alone in your hate war against Edmundo Diaz.
You weren't sure why you hated him. Maybe it's because everyone was treating him like this hotshot grad superstar, and you like you didn't exist. You may be young, but you worked hard to be a productive member of this team, and you'll be damned if you let Eddie upstage.
You competed in everything. In lifting weights. Selfies. Charity calendars. Even to get the best seat in the fire truck. Hen, Chimney, Buck, and Bobby all thought the reason you hated Eddie was because you had a crush on him. Much to your disgust as they'd often tease you both. Saying you should relieve all that sexual tension and just bang each other's brains out.
You couldn't imagine doing anything with your enemy, but one faithful day changed it all.
You were both late getting out of the station as you needed a much needed shower after rescuing a family from their burning apartment. And unfortunately, so did Eddie. You both got into the spacious shower stall and just washed all the grime and soot off your bodies. "You know, Y/N. You were a little slow with your rescuing tonight. I think it'd be better if you let me and Buck handle it next time. We work better together." Eddie said, scrubbing his hair.
You frowned. Who did this asshole think he was telling you what to do. "Thanks for the advice, but I don't think we need you and your boyfriend screwing up a stressful situation because you're both too busy eye fucking each other."
Eddie turned to you. "Excuse me? Buck is not my boyfriend. I don't know what gave you that impression, but kill it now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know you were offended. I can't believe I offended the perfect and smooth Edmundo Diaz." You spat.
"Hey, no one calls me 'Edmundo' except my family. So, knock it off now. What's your problem?"
"You. You're my fucking problem. You think you can come in here pretty boy and tell me what to do? I don't care who you think you are. You're not my boss."
Eddie rolled his eyes. "What are we five? Grow up, Y/N."
"Fuck you, Edmundo. You...you..." You had no idea what to call him.
"What? Spit it out, kid." Eddie smirked.
"You... Cocksucker!"
You watched as Eddie's face morphed into shock, surprise, and anger. All in one go. "What did you call me?" His voice was low and dangerous. Even though you were kind of scared of that tone, you held your ground. "You heard me you cock–"
Eddie slammed you against the shower wall and when you thought he was going to pound the shit out of you with his fists, you were surprised when he kissed you on the lips.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#9 1 1#911 x reader#eddie diaz#eddie diaz x reader#Eddie Diaz x male reader#edmundo diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#ryan guzman#Ryan Guzman x male reader
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I know you said Soap (fae)‘s darling was all over the place. This may not tickle your fancy but after reading that little blurb you posted for him earlier, all I can think about is finally meeting the one artist he can’t charm. You’re human, completely. But something about you (and it is you, he checked. Multiple times.) is different. He plants a little suggestion in your ear, and it should take root. Instead, you smile and tell him, “that’s a great idea! I’ll have to remember it for later.” And go back to what you were working on.
It would be so fascinating if it wasn’t so infuriating. And he knows how fucking delicious you smell now, it’s driving him insane.
Soap would probably never figure this out, but his darling probably had a family blessing from another Fae way up the ancestral line. So pretty much everyone in her family is immune to fae charm? Or smth????
Blurb Four! Y'all had some great ideas on Darlings for the Soap boy! This one got close to what I had in mind, but still missed what I hope I've managed to convey about Fae!Soap through the other blurbs.
Your godmother was a strange woman, but when she spoke it was like the universe listened. When you told her you were going to art school she didn't congratulate you the way the other adults in your life did. She looked at you, like she could see through you, kissed your forehead like she did when you were little, and told you
"May you always be inspired"
And from that moment on you were. When your classmates struggled to find topics for their projects, or complained about blocks, you burst with ideas. Your phone and your notebooks were filled with them. All you had to do was pick one and your brain spun off like it was made for this. Your professors praised you for your creativity and themes, your peers envied and celebrated you in equal measure. You lined up an art show at a local museum and invited your godmother who told you how proud of you she was(and you only cried a little at her praise).
Soap introduces himself during your opening. You don't blink twice at the name, you know plenty of people with names that are a little off the beaten path. He'd make a good model, you think. You grab his number to call him sometime. Actually he'd be good for a few projects you're thinking about.
You jot down your ideas in your phone. Soap glances over your shoulder, and asks you about what you're writing. You laugh, well aware of how extensive your list looks. You explain it to him, how you just pick an idea and let it run. His eyes sparkle excitedly, you're not sure why.
Later when he's pressing you against the wall of the gallery's broom closet he bites you a little too hard. You both jerk away from each other. You smack a hand over your neck, feeling the warm wetness of blood. Soap makes a face like he's trying not to spit, you wonder if he got some in his mouth. He swears under his breath, you don't understand anything but the feeling behind it, and leaves you there.
When you finally collect enough of your wits to follow him, your godmother is waiting for you and Soap is nowhere to be found.
#Fae!Soap#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish#soap cod#Two fae fight over one artist for different reasons lol#Soap getting smacked by an older fae woman: Stay away from my god daughter#Adding to the fae rules that generally if someone is under another fae's protection#you don't fuck with them in any way#Soap is getting the hell out of dodge
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the naughty sheriff || kth
The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.
- Part of the Unholy Night Series.
➻ title: the naughty sheriff
➻ pairing: sheriff deputy!taehyung x f!reader
➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut
➻ word count: 1.7k
➻ rating: 18+
➻ warnings: unprotected sex | creampie | breath play | taehyung has a massive cock | degradation | dom!taehyung | sub!reader | consensual gun play (graphic) | restraints(hand cuffs) | hair pulling | doggystyle | car sex | rough sex | intense orgasm | Sir kink | cervix touching | spanking | power play dynamics | oral sex with an object | abuse of power | spit play | manhandling | mentions infidelity | mentions theft and crime | more cameo from the boys | the ending is a cliff
➻ author’s note: Please read the warnings carefully for this one guys !! And y’all please don’t judge me. I haven’t opened this doc since 2021 lol. It’s unedited but I will edit it later. If you’re following the little bit of story hidden in this filth, you will need to read the epilogue to understand the ending and the point of all this.
“Get moving.”
“Yes, Sir,” you sing.
The two of you march to his car, and that’s when the sheriff turns your body towards him.
“I want you gone, understand?”
“I will leave,” you giggle. “Once I’m done.”
“Well,” Taehyung tsks. “You can’t leave without saying goodbye, can you?”
You shake your head in denial.
You assumed that you two had a nonverbal agreement. You’ll look the other way if he did the same. He’s been in every window you’ve bypassed, kissing some rich housewife under the mistletoe while their husband slept peacefully.
What they don’t know is that they're just a part of his twisted game. While his lovers are busy cutting him a slice of something sweet, he’s robbing them of anything that sparkles. The expensive jewelry their husbands have bought goes into his pocket and is never seen again.
On Christmas morning, he’ll smirk knowing they won’t be able to say a word about who may have taken it to their husbands. Those same men will pay him big money to arrest the thief, and he will arrest a thief. Just not the one responsible for the actual crime.
“I guess I can’t, but um… Weren’t you busy just now?”
You recall his security patrol of the hospital earlier and wonder if he’s still on duty.
“I already snatched what I came here for,” he says with a wink. Taehyung guides you closer to his vehicle. He stops walking once your back hits the ice-covered glass. “Now, what should I do with you?”
Your smile grows.
“Anything you’d like, Sir.”
“Damn. Any requests?” he asks.
You look over your shoulder at his car and nod your head.
“Throw me on your backseat and fuck me like you’ve had a bad day.”
And the sheriff does not decline. He opens his door and shoves you inside, still bound in his cuffs. Your back hits the cold interior with a thud. You try to spread your legs, but Taehyung has other plans. He flips you over on your stomach and raises your hips in the air.
“I’ve been watching this ass sway through my town all night, and you didn’t think I’d want a piece?” he growls, tearing your flimsy clothing off.
You hear him fidgeting with his belt until he’s able to pull his pants down to his thighs. Your wiggle to give him an eyeful while he aligns his dick with your opening, but he slaps your ass and tells you to stay still.
“I’m in charge,” he informs. As if that’ll do him any good.
Your wetness allows Taehyung to enter smoothly, and his deep voice moans once he’s buried inside. He grabs your waist and starts pulling you back on his dick. Each time he thrusts into your guts, the breath leaves your body. You don’t have to see him to know his cock is monstrous.
Your hands want to reach above you to stop your head from banging into the door, but they’re secured behind your back. The pressure building inside of you distracts you from the discomfort, so the banging is forgotten about rather quickly.
“Sir, this feels so good.”
Your words are muffled as a result of being face down, but Taehyung understands clearly. His palm slaps your ass again and your pussy squeezes around him in response.
“Say thank you, whore,” he commands. “Tell me how much you appreciate my services.”
His laughter fills the vehicle and gives you a sea of goosebumps. Its volume penetrates the seating and sends vibrations through your body.
“Fuck! Thank you, Sir!”
But your response isn’t good enough for the sheriff. He grabs you by the hair and snatches you up before leaning over to whisper in your ear.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he grunts. “You’re sounding like an ungrateful ass whore, right now.”
“Sheriff! Thank you for giving me your cock,” you sob. “I’m not worthy.”
“Goddamn right, you aren’t.” He pulls out his pistol, and the sound of it clicking only adds to your adrenaline. “Tell me where you think I should put this.”
He twists your head to look you in the eyes, but the only thing you can focus on is what’s in his right hand.
“In my mouth, Sir.” Taehyung hesitates, and you grow impatient. “Please.”
“Say less,” he answers. You open your mouth, and Taehyung doesn’t wait any longer. You don’t realize how heavy it is until it’s resting on your tongue. “It’s not loaded, okay.”
Not that it would matter in your case. You can swallow bullets and shit them out, but you appreciate the courtesy. You thank him the best you can with a mouth full of steel but it only results in you getting your saliva all over the muzzle.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung doesn’t miss it either. His cock twitches inside of you when he observes the way your lips wrap around his gun, just like…
“I bet you can suck the hell out of a cock,” he comments.
“Mhm.”
So you prove it. While Taehyung thrusts into your pussy, you treat his gun like it’s just another dick and proceed to give it some head as his owner watches in awe.
You’re careful with your teeth, and you make every noise you’re capable of making to mimic the sound of some sloppy cock sucking. You take in more and more until your chin touches the trigger guard. You then pull off of it, leaving a slick sheen behind from where your mouth coated the metal.
“Shit!” Taehyung’s mind could not handle an image so lewd while he’s balls deep in pussy. He sets his weapon on the floor and brings his hand around your throat instead. “...Gonna make us come so hard.”
And he doesn’t break his promise. He squeezes your neck until no air can slip through. He wraps his other arm around your body and uses his hand to give your throbbing clit some attention.
The feeling hits you all at once. The pressure finally comes to a head and sends you soaring. You feel as high as the clouds, floating unsure of when you’re coming down. You want to scream, but it’s impossible to do so with the lack of air.
At some point, Taehyung spills his cum deep into your womb, but your body isn’t aware of it in its state. A minute goes by before Taehyung relaxes his grip and slowly grants you air.
Your body falls forward, and then you feel the sheriff uncuffing your wrists one by one. You sigh once you’re able to move your limbs.
“Take a minute if you need to,” Taehyung says after you’ve both steadied your breathing.
But you don’t have a minute, and neither does he.
“You should drive.” Your face is buried in your forearm, trying to hold your giggles.
“What?”
You reposition yourself to a sitting position so the sheriff can hear you clearly.
“I said you should start driving,” you repeat. “You said you’d take me home.”
“Not exactly,” he reiterates.
You look at him with a brow raised. “I see.”
“I said I’d take you out of town. How you get home is none of my concern.”
You nod your head. You expected this, and you were anticipating it.
“Well, I'll see you soon I guess.”
Taehyung scoffs. “Better not.”
“We’ll see,” you mutter.
You step out of the car dressed in attire a little bit more presentable for the occasion. It’s morning and the Heauxville residents gather around, waiting patiently for answers. And you shall provide.
“I know everyone is hurting right now. I could not imagine waking up on Christmas morning with nothing under the tree. But I’ve captured the culprit and interrogated him thoroughly. Unfortunately, the criminal is one you’ve all trusted.”
Just as you’re concluding your speech, Taehyung appears. He’s confused, but not for long.
“Wait a minute! Don’t listen to her,” he demands.
Unfortunately for him, no one wants to obey the orders of a crooked deputy.
“As I was saying… I know nothing will replace the joyous feeling of waking up to a home filled with goodies from the big guy, but I have sent a member of my staff to the residence of each and every one of you to replace everything you’ve lost. They’ll be waiting for you when you arrive,” you inform.
The crowd cheers, and two other deputies come to detain the ego-bruised sheriff. Once your job is done, they part ways and allow you to depart. The queen has saved the day yet again.
You never stay for the glory or the praise. The satisfaction comes from knowing that karma did its job. There’s no need to thank you.
“Hey!”
You hear a familiar voice call out to you once you’re nearly out of the thick crowd. Everyone grows silent, and your frantic baker appears, and he brought some friends.
“Can I help you?” you ask.
“So you’re just leaving?... We need to talk.”
You cackle. “No, love. We don’t.”
“But that’s bullshit. You can’t just fuck with people’s emotions like that,” Jungkook argues, stepping in front of him.
The men surround you, but there’s nothing you can do. They made their own beds, now it’s time to lie in it.
“Jungkook, you’re absolutely right, and all of you should start taking that into consideration. Now, if you all will excuse me—”
“So it’s just fuck us, right?” the sheriff chimes in. “Regardless of how good we made you feel.”
“Or how we welcomed you,” Hoseok adds.
The next person to speak is the toymaker and he seems more disappointed than pissed.
“You shouldn’t have made promises you weren’t going to keep,” he tells you.
“Are you serious?” You can’t help but laugh at that. “Listen, I came here to give you a dose of your own medicine. Get over it.”
With that, you sashay away, but this group is persistent.
“What if we can’t?” Jimin shouts.
You turn around, clearly confused. As if on cue, the doctor breaks through the crowd.
“What if we can’t get over it?... Over you,” he explains. “What happens then?”
“What if I can’t get you out of my mind?” the sheriff speaks up.
You look at each of them and sigh. There is no room in your heart for anyone. Their emotions mean nothing to you. The sooner they realize that they’re the problem, the sooner they’ll realize you’re only here to cause pain.
Until then…
#taehyung x reader#bts x reader#taehyung smut#bts smut#bts fanfics#taehyung fanfics#btsdreamcourt#bangtanbathhouse#bangtansorciere#kvanity#bts imagines#fic: unholy night#sugakookitty
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also this song is hitting me in the face so bad right now i’m not used to wanting sexual autonomy that’s a new college experience and this song is ringing in my ears about it
#tell me baby baby do i walk like a boy do i speak like a boy do i stand like a boy sorry babe you keep asking#do i kiss like a boy should i spit like a boy may i fuck other boys????#idk. feels like disability and transness are trying to take me away from myself. and it’s a weird like#this is not a dilemma i’ve really had in the past?? like i was pretty happy with being infantilized and de-sexed#(that’s a lie it still feels bad shdhdf) but like i don’t know like i’ve never been LOOKING for attention like that but now it’s like#i dont know. like now im receiving it and i want it but it feels wrong#like i’m an attractive girl or like i’m a tragedy to be rescued and held close or like i’m a piece of fucking meat#depending who i am talking to. i just want to take the reins back i want to be the person who defines myself????#have never felt as strongly that i want to be a gay man. but im just being compartmentalized and it makes me uncomfortable#anyway i want to feel strong and competent. and soft and kind but i want to be a fucking man about it you know????#i want to be myself without that making me into a woman in other peoples minds. and i’m really struggling with that#straight men being into me = not fun. the gay guy who liked me was creepy and the bisexual guy im hanging out with worries me slightly#but that’s not his fault you know?? but like i felt so much more secure when i thought he was gay because now i can’t escape the idea that#he likes me in the way he likes women. and that’s internalized transphobia that’s externalizing into biphobia like it’s really not good#but it is. scary and weird. idk i kind of just want to go back and back up and save all of this for after midterms shdhdhf#i dont know. i’m gonna go to sleep for real now but the point is this is a good song and it’s the struggle i’m having right now#and it’s what i was feeling during my flare-up last week that made me feel so broken and disconnected from myself and my sexuality#i dont know. i really like the first guy and we should hangout later. i’m gonna have a nap and figure out later what i’m doing today#but yeah everything is just weird. my flesh to jail my soul i just feel like i could fall!!!!#in the meantime im just gonna focus on experiencing depression. and have a nap about it. wish me luck shdhdf#me. my post. mine.#delete later#friends only#nsfw-ish#????#ask to tag#vent cw#(sort of. just feeling weird)
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Hey, would you write Anthony Lockwood x fem reader with the title 'I'm pregnant'. They hid their relationship through Lucy and George and don't know who the father is until they catch reader and Lockwood kissing in the library. Thanks😊
𝐈'𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓
PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader
ONESHOT : in which your hiding your relationship with lockwood even though he is the father to your child
TRIGGERS : none
A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again. This was super fun to write, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors!
WORD COUNT : 1.3k
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I'M PREGNANT. I am pregnant. There is a child growing in my body. I'm pregnant. I am pregnant. The more and more I repeat the words in my head the more and more I feel sick to my stomach.
Here I am, sitting on the bathroom floor of 35 Portland Row with a pregnancy test in my hand, feeling as if I may faint from the positive result. It makes sense, the more I think about the situation. Lockwood and I forgot to use protection nearly three weeks ago.
But the big issue with this is, George and Lucy don't know we are dating. Well, we never told them. We never told anyone. For all I know, they could know, I am not sure how well we hide our pining. But they could think that we are still just crushing on each other like school kids.
I heard a knock at the door and heard a familiar voice asking if I was alright. Normally I would be happy to see Lucy, but now that I am crying against the bathtub in our small ass bathroom while not being able to hide a pregnancy test, I am not so sure.
Before I get a second to respond Lucy comes barging into the bathroom. Most likely not caring if I was naked as it wouldn't be the first time as we had an oddly strong sisterly bond. But I could definitely tell she was not expecting to look down at me, she gave a questioning look before it turned into a shocked expression as she looked at what was in my hand.
"Lucy, please don't-"
"Come on, get up, we gotta go tell the boys," She cut me off, bending down to pick me off the floor.
"Lucy, I think we should just-"
"Nope," She cut me off again as I was now on my feet. "They are knowing, now."
Lucy drags me down to the kitchen where the two boys sat staring at papers laid out over the thinking cloth. They smiled at the sight of me and Lucy, well more Lockwood smiling at me before he looked towards Lucy.
"Good morning you two, how was your sleep? There is still some water in the kettle," Lockwood looked back down at the papers as he wrote on a small part of the thinking cloth.
"Go on, tell them," Lucy whispered to me, pushing me forward a bit. "You have to, so we can figure this all out together. You know I love you, but we are gonna need their help too."
"I can't not yet," I whispered. I wanted to tell Lockwood alone, so we could have our time to talk about this. It is his kid as well after all.
"Tell them."
"Lucy."
"y/n's pregnant." Lucy's voice was well over a whisper now as she spoke to the two boys.
"Fuck Lucy," I mumbled as I watched hell unfold in front of me.
Lockwood spit out his tea, definitely damaging some papers, Georges's eyes went wide as he looked up from his book for probably the first time in hours. They looked between me and the test that was still in my hand. I avoided their eyes, looking towards the ceiling, unhappy that this is how they found out.
"Whose the dad? I wasn't aware you were fucking anyone," George asked, he was blunt with it.
"I don't know."
I felt terrible lying to them, but I am not sure how Lockwood would react if I told them without us discussing it first. I avoided his eyes even more, making sure they wouldn't suspect him.
"Um, congrats?" Lockwood said as if he was asking. "Do you want my help making a doctor's appointment?"
I nodded, knowing that would give us the alone time we needed. I waited until he was standing next to me to move out into the hall. Once I closed the door I dragged him up to his bedroom, he didn't fight me and rather tried to keep up with me as I ran.
Once we got to his room we tried to stay as quiet as possible as we disgusted the situation. We ended up deciding to keep the baby and that we were going to wait a bit longer to tell Lucy and George about our relationship, we also had a long conversation about me going on cases, as much as Lockwood didn't want me to, he decided that it was best I stay on cases for a few more months as we don't want anyone to know about the baby.
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It has been two months since I found out I was pregnant, Lockwood and I kept our relationship a secret pretending that he would take me to the doctor's appointments because it made the most sense seeing as he was the best with people out of the four of us.
Now, we are sitting in the Archives doing research for what Lockwood hopes to be the last case I am on, but we both know that won't be happening for at least another month.
Lockwood's hand rests lightly on my knee as he sits next to me, he tries his best to keep it hidden. But just as I was getting used to the feeling of him rubbing my knee, he smirks at me and pulls away.
"Hey, y/n, I think I found something but I need to go check another newspaper, could you help me find it?" He asked, standing up as he put the one he was holding down.
I raised my eyebrow at him, confused as to what he was playing at, "Sure?"
"Great! Let's go," He started walking away to which I told Lucy and George we would be right back and followed him.
Once we were out of view I felt his hand link with mine, a wide smile on his face. I could only laugh as we walked through the shelves.
"Do you really need help?" I asked as we walked down another empty aisle.
"No, I just wanted to spend some alone time with you," He grinned before stopping to plant a kiss on my cheek. "But I do really need to find that newspaper."
"Alright, where are we going?"
Lockwood led the way to another empty aisle filled with newspapers from the 1930s. He went to look at a certain section as I just watched him with awe, a hand placed on my stomach.
"Ah-ha found it!" he stood up, pulling out a newspaper.
"Good job, honey, now let's head back, yeah?" I gave him a quick kiss before turning to be met by Lucy and George wide-eyed.
I looked between Lucy and George before turning to Lockwood, as if asking him what to do or say. They looked in utter shock as they stared at us.
"We found what we were looking for," Lockwood tried to go on as normal as he handed George the newspaper.
"Wait? You two? Together? For how long? Is he the dad?" Lucy started questioning pointing her finger at us.
"Suprise?" I put my hands up and did jazz hands lightly.
"What the fuck." George chimed in, he looked almost disgusted by the two of us but was probably just disgusted by the fact he knows we had sex in the house, and most likely with the two of them home.
"Look, we wanted to tell you..." I started trying to figure out an excuse to tell them.
"We are having a talk when we get home," Lucy pointed at me squinting her eyes as I laughed lightly at her, pushing my side into Lockwoods.
"Come on, we only have a couple more hours until the job and we still know nothing," George shooed us back to our seats so we could work.
The rest of the trip, Lockwood and I couldn't stop smiling and touching each other, happy that our secret was finally out. Though Lucy did scold me when we got home, complaining that she tells me everything and I kept a huge secret from her. But I guess that is what I get for not telling her that Lockwood and I were dating, even though I'M PREGNANT.
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Ok...I'm just gonna beg for an Itty bitty nibble..do you have any random little headcanons, smutty or otherwise, for Paul? I can't get enough of him and I love how you write him!
🥀 keep watch over the door of my lips 🥀
Warning: ‼️this is a little dirty and a little mean (kinda like it’s author) language/cursing, c-word, brief mention of sex ‼️
“How radiant you look. Tsarevna.”
You growl a curse under your breath before she comes closer. Fucking cunting hell.
Paul can see your teeth grinding, grating on edge. Can hear the clack of bone. You smile to cover it over.
You turn in step with your new husband. When you turn your heads, you see the unfortunate shape of one of the many parasites, who clings to these halls under the guise of being a noble courtesan.
Svenska. The most odious bitch alive.
Fligged out in a pale pink gown, ruffled and trimmed to high heaven as an enormous eyesore. Her wig stuffed with flowers. Neck crushed in jewels. Neckline cut nearly to her crushed corseted ribs. Her rouge is smeared and some of it stains her teeth. Stained on the sticky rim of her glass that was perpetually full.
She curtseys to you. Paul stares at her with wordless distaste. Didn’t bow to acknowledge her. He rarely glided through these saw-toothed in’s-and-out’s of court life. It held no interest.
“My god look at you, you’re glowing.” She preens like a peacock, spits honey at you.
You won’t be fooled. This woman is a velvet draped dagger.
Your eyes scratch at her. Hard as diamond tips. Depths of them glitter cleverly in the candlelight. Plotting.
Your smile is guarded. Growing wider. Like something steeling itself for pleasure, before it sunk in its fangs and flushed venom. That’s you in a nutshell.
You see her for what she really is; someone who happily opened her legs to gain political title. Hates her husband. Detests her innumerable bastard children. Different father for each. And here she is happily leeching off the wealth of court for everything she may ever need. For perfumes and rouges and snappy new gowns. She followed the flocking herd.
“Lady Svenska.” You lean in all genteel pretension, kiss the air near both sides of her cheeks.
Paul loves the way the diamonds on your neck glitter and shimmer so much more than the flat things she is wearing. Yours are bigger too. Huge fat gems. The ones she boasts of so richly, look a little dulled. Doesn’t that say it all-
Her perfume is a stench that cloys. Rotting sugared plums. She screws the merchants to get it sent here to her, all the way from Paris.
“Enjoying your honeymoon I take it?” She asks as she sips golden sherry from her fluted glass. Flickers her rabid-tiger eyes over Paul. Assessing him. The boy prince.
“Very much so. Pity we had to come back to this… court so soon.” You insult plainly.
In truth you’d give anything to be back in the countryside, bundled in the snow, nestled away outside Smolensk in the Manor House overlooking the frozen lake. Just you and him. Fireplaces and fucking and walking outside in the snow. Away from the rigours of this snake pit.
She raises a thin brow.
“Word floating around is that you screwed the swede? But wouldn’t go through and commit to marry him. Too poor for you? Maybe you were aiming for a far richer prize.” She asks with a gentle frown of concern.
You don’t say a thing. You merely look at her. Your smile curls on one side. Your eyes draw back.
The senseless woman should have chills up her spine by now.
“You’re talking to the Tsarevna.” Paul hisses in threat. His tone tells her to find her respect or he’ll have it found for her.
“No. I’m talking to the royal broodmare. The royal cunt as we like to call her. It’s said no one can better lay on their back and take cock, like a Voronsky.” She giggled.
Playing all saccharine, like she didn’t mean her words when she so clearly did.
She approached you with the purpose of saying these words. They weren’t accidentally spilling from drunk vodka-slurred lips.
“You know, some friendly advice… I’d watch my back if I were you, Tsarevna. There are several young ladies here, who would slit your whore throat to strips, to be in your shoes. Or rather- your very comfortable bed.” She drags her eyes to Paul’s.
There’s no doubt about it. That was bold flirting. She couldn’t be more obvious about it if she was stood here, wrapping her hand around his cock.
Angling her gown to better let him see her cleavage that spilled out. She sips her drink and inspects him sultrily through her lashes.
Paul scrunched his face up. Frowns. His eyes cloud. Chest puffs out in agitation. The coldness that makes him look eerily like his mother swirls up.
Sweet Prince. He’s not skilled at masking his emotions. He’s never had to be. You’ve walked barefoot on broken glass in this environment for decades. You know the tricks.
The kind of look crosses his face that will end up with him petulantly bellowing for the Cossacks. Come drag this shrew to the dungeon to have her lashed or beaten for her insolent tongue, daring to strike foul words against you. It could be mistaken for treason. If he willed it.
You laugh. He can’t believe it. He turns to you like you’ve just grown three heads.
The raspberry red rouge of your lips split. Your drape your hand over his stiff arm. Curl your hand into him. The diamonds on your wrists, rattle.
You stand a little closer. He turns and glances to you. Intoxicated by your nearness. Enamoured newlywed after all. The look on your face intrigues him.
It’s also to ground him. Your touch on his arm. It’s to let him know a lifetime of readiness and teaching for how to handle this viper court has sharpened your tongue like a whetstone.
“You dare try and take or touch what is mine, Svenska. I’ll cut your conniving hands off.“ You promise with laughter stroked across your words.
“… And do continue calling me a cunt if you so wish. Just make sure you put my title before it. For I’ll have far more position and power than you and your grubby little nobles will ever be able to snatch at. You can only fuck your way so far.”
Her eyes crisp to frost at the edges at you. Smile falls off her saccharine lips.
You’re something with thorns. Or barbed brambles. One of those prickly stubborn things that will never be eradicated. That won’t bleed when someone cuts it.
“Have a lovely evening. Try the plum vodka and the goose pâté. Sensational.” You snap a smile as you twist and guide Paul away.
He puts his hand over yours as you take some much needed distance from her. He’s flushed red with anger over this. It settles rosy in the apples of his cheeks.
“I would have her tongue cut out for the way she spoke to you.” He spat harshly as you wandered away through the ballroom. Steady on his arm.
You turned and gave him a look that was stunningly calm. He’s seen every angry severe emotion gutted out of you. The ugliness of your sparky personality when in pain. He’s seen your terrifying steel cold rage. Your fiery swelling passion. Every spec of it: and yet in this you are calm as a glass smooth pond.
“Darling. Every last one of them would like to put me six feet in the dirt.” You explain simply. Like you’re contented with it.
Paul looks at you with that adorable naïve frown. His innocence still baffles the life out of you, sometimes.
You turn over your shoulder. Needling eyes at Svenska. Putrid bitch who couldn’t keep her nose out of other peoples business. Waltzes around in her sugary immature silk dresses and fucks people in return for a smattering shred of gossip.
She’s still eying you, too. Stood demanding more drink from a servant with a cold look blasted your way.
Her gaggle of ladies surround her like a flock of hens. They all look the same. Parisian whores who’d been up all night. Trussed up in their powdered wigs, heartthrob heart lips, and beauty spots.
“They want to tear me down because of where I stand. By your side.” You lay out plainly.
He looks at you with such concern.
“Paul. Every woman in this court would kill to be your mistress. To take my place. You have the future of Russia hanging over your shoulders, and every one of those power hungry cunts can see it.” You nudge your head to them in gesture. Grabbing yourself a glass of vodka from the passing tray. You need something sharp to burn away the anger in your mouth.
He pulls you in with something like frenzy. Uncaring for who was around you- his hand slipped across your lower back. He halved the distance between you.
Such a serious expression staining his face. Taking over those doe eyes. It forced a gasp out of you. Him being so intimate in front of others. You were still feeling used to it. The squeezing gold band on your finger.
“I don’t want a mistress.” He says with heavy emphasis.
God, you love him.
“It’s a royal occupation.” You say. Hell, in some courts it was expected. It was normal. He was entitled to one. Minister Panin could draw up a list of candidates for him if he wished.
“Doesn’t alter my mind. You are my wife. My one and only companion. The discussion ends there.” He makes plain.
You smile. It’s all sweet raspberries and berry fruits. The lip rouge you wear always looks so summer sweet. And when you lean in and kiss him softly, it’s delicious.
Relights that constant burning fuse of newlywed arousal and hunger deep in the pit of your belly. You wanted him alone. You want your hands everywhere on him.
When you pull back, he looks love drunk and wound up. You slide your hand down his chest like a coquette. Looking through your lashes at him.
“Care to retire early, husband?” You mumble as you grip his chin and kiss him. Hard.
He grabbed your hand and led the way. Cock throbbing for you already. You make him impetuous. You make him greedier and he will give in to those sins-
You didn’t make it back to your rooms. A shadowy window alcove did the trick. Barely any orange glow from the candles to frame you. Darkness burst around you.
Paul lifted your skirts and fucked you from behind then and there. His mouth muggy hot, kissing your neck and your ear as he railed you senseless. Making sure the whole nosy court could hear. His thumb strummed your clit and your cries intensified.
“My gorgeous wife.” He hummed as he watched you writhe. Intent passion on his face. Watched you curse and your cunt fluttering on his cock as you came. Tears in your eyes and his name dried it’s mantra on your lips. Once wouldn’t be enough. He needed more and he will have it.
Svenska was mysteriously absent from court the next day. You smile like a vixen.
Strange that-
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Hii! Could you make a Jungkook smut imagine where him & yn are having sex like day and they're basically all up on each other just before the last Busan concert and we get a pov from him after ? SORRY IF IT DON'T MAKE SENSE 😭😭💜
First, I want to apologize that this was late. Secondly, I know this isn’t what you may of wanted, but I had some setbacks. My beloved Guinea Pig passed away unexpectedly and I have been dealing with the sadness of not having him here with me. I was going to make JK’s POV after the smut scene, but as you already know… the worst happened. I will redo this if you want me too or I can add his POV if you’d like? Just let me know and I will do it! Again, my sincere apologies. I know this isn’t my best.
Member - Jungkook
Genre - Smut
Warnings - oral sex (male receiving) deepthroating, y/n swallowed because she’s a legend, teasing.
❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎
It was the last day of the Busan concert and the boys couldn’t be more stressed. Well, some of the boys. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok were all in sound check while Jin, Jimin and Taehyung were learning some last minute choreography. Where’s Jungkook, you ask? He was in his dressing room receiving some last minute “stress relief” before going out on stage. The other boys unaware of the sinful acts going on backstage as they warm up while Jungkook sluts himself out for good measures. “They’re gonna hear us if you don’t keep quiet, baby,” you tease. Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch as you sat between his legs sucking him off. The sight couldn’t have been more of a blessing to you seeing Jungkook with his messy hair and his hands above his head while his lips were slightly parted due to the pleasure he was receiving.
You knew you were doing something right when you had to tell him to be quiet. “Sorry baby… just feels so good,” he smirks, “you take me so well,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek as you swallow him whole, bobbing your head up and down. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat making your eyes water and causes saliva to pool at your lips. Jungkook liked it just as sloppy as you did so you didn’t bother to stop the globs of spit as they fell from your mouth onto his length. “G-god, fuck, you’re doing so well!” He exclaims. You smirk, knowing all too well that he’s close. His abs are clenching, legs shaking and both hands made their way to your hair pushing your head down on him forcing you further on his cock.
The messiest sounds surrounded you. Gagging, slurping, moaning and whining. All sounds drawing him closer and closer to the edge as you continue taking him deep. Your mouth so full of him that you breath out of your nose to try and forget the fact that the air is literally being removed from your lungs right now. But the look on Jungkook’s face is far more worth the air you breathe. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” he warns. Hips shuttering as he his hands force your head still on his cock so he can fuck your mouth steady. Your tongue lays flat on the back of his cock while your mouth is open wide for his pleasure. “Uhhh fuck,” he groans, releasing into the back of your throat. You pull off of him, swallowing his load as his tired body hits the back of the couch. You open your mouth to show him that you had swallowed which brought a huge smile to his face.
“So good to me,” he pulls you by your hips for a kiss, moaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. “You should probably get going now,” you remind him. He did have a concert to attend after all! “I probably should… or I could fuck you instead,” he smirks, running his hands down your sides. “As much as I would love that, I’m not so sure the rest of the boys would! But you can definitely hold that thought until we get back to our hotel room,” you reassure him with another kiss and a teasing rub to his softened length. “Mmm fuck, you’re right. I’ll wait, but I’m not gonna be happy about it! I’m gonna think about fucking you the whole time I’m on stage,” he smirks, pulling his pants up and readjusting himself back inside his jeans.
You were trying your best to ignore the heartbeat in your kitty as you watched him, but Jungkook being Jungkook it was hard not to get turned on from just the sight of him. “You know I’m going to end up touching myself before the concert is over right?” You plop down on the couch as you spread your legs widely. One arm flew behind your head as the other made its way over the front of your clothed center. Jungkook chuckled as he watched your little fingers rub circles over the thin material of your panties. Walking towards you, he stopped in front of your wide opened figure leaning down and placing his forehead to yours.
“That’s fine, baby girl… just don’t come.”
•end•
This sucks and I’m sorry.
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Photographer/subject. Gives her an excuse to order him around at least lol
BABY
i didn’t go the photographer route but submissive joe we say hello to you! this is a short writing, i’ll think about making it longer in the morning!
small smut, pet names, etc!
You like control, Joe loves when you’re in charge of him. When a man like Joe, who has to be the leader of the Bengals, comes home to you bossing him around, it makes him happy. Other may think the relationship is weird, but you two are deeply in love with one another.
You’re currently punishing him right now. Joe decided to be a brat, wanting his fingers to be deep inside you. However, you declined a few times, nicely telling Joe he can do whatever he wants when you two get home. So what does Joe do? He throws a bratty fit all the way home, as if you don’t always get the last laugh.
Soon as Joe stripped down to his boxers, you pushed him on his back before tying his wrist together.
“Pretty boys like being punished don’t they, Joey?” You smirk while Joe swallows his spit slowly, staring at you with wide eyes.
You think it’s been an hour or two since you first started punishing your husband. “Fuck! Please mama, I’ll be good.” Joe whimpers when you stroke his sensitive dick after making him cum back to back.
“Should I sit on your face in order for you to behave?” You question trailing a finger down Joe’s chest earning a shiver, you laugh darkly at the reaction.
“No ma’am.”
“You can be such a good boy for me, Joey.” The sigh in happiness you get from your currently tied up husband makes you smile. He loves being praised, anything you say and do to Joe makes him weak.
Joe attempts to move his hips to create fiction between you two, wrapping your finger around his nipple you twist it, but not enough to hurt him. “Did I give you permission to do that?" The question alone makes Joe whine, you bend down slowly to meet eye contact with him.
“I’m sorry mama.” Joe says, attempting to kiss you but you back away.
“You don’t get off easily this time, you’ll be more than sorry once I’m done with you Mr. Burrow.”
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Okay, hear me out!
Bucky has to work through all the trauma and memory stuff from being the winter soldier for so long. But also has to work through being gay in this new century. Lots has been written about these things.
But I have this headcanon that Bucky would get really into Lucky Love’s song Masculinity. Like, it would really speak to his issues around being gay, being masculine, expectations in the past vs today, his memory issues, being hurt by people, body image issues with his scars and arm. Plus Lucky Love only has one arm! I just can’t help seeing Bucky absolutely vibing to this song!
I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!!
And I agree so fucking hard! Holy SHIT.
It's been in my head for so long after
They told me these words I can't remember
It keeps coming on and on
They kept beating on and on my face
If they keep telling I'm a liar
Babe, it's not my fault I built these layers
I can't meet myself
What about my masculinity?
What the fuck is wrong with my body?
Am I not enough?
Who gives you the right to run the rules?
Who gives you the right to run the rules?
What's wrong with you?
Tell me, baby, baby, do I walk like a boy?
Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy?
Sorry, babe, you keep asking, do I kiss like a boy?
Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck all the boys?
Tell me, baby, baby, do I walk like a boy?
Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy?
Sorry, babe, you keep asking, do I kiss like a boy?
Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck all the boys?
Tell me, baby, baby
My flesh, to jail my soul
I just feel like I can fall
My muscles not sharp enough
And my hair is way too long
And what about my voice? Hm?
What about my voice? Hm?
Do you think I sound
Like the others?
Do I walk like a boy?
Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy?
Sorry, babe, you keep asking, do I kiss like a boy?
Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck all the boys?
Tell me, baby, baby, do I walk like a boy?
Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy?
Sorry, babe, you keep asking, do I kiss like a boy?
Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck all the boys?
Tell me, baby
What about my masculinity?
What the fuck is wrong with my body?
Am I not enough? Or even too much?
It would be shortsighted to try
Is it coming through your mind?
But I don't care to be a man
Not only the lyrics, but the music video! I would like to think that Bucky comes across the song without the visual, on a streaming app or on TikTok or even the radio or something, and he's hit in the fucking gut by the lyrics but then he sees the video and he, he's... he's speechless. Not only do the lyrics scrape against his bones, they know him too well, understanding him, but the visuals do too (particularly 0:36-1:10), and, as if that's not enough, the way the artist represents him. Embodying him. An amputee existing and making art and taking up space in their own way.
(Also, ngl, I didn't read the entire ask, just the first sentence and paragraph before going to check out that song (I was excited, lol) and I was on the FLOOR when that shot of Lucky Love with a prosthetic appeared. It's too perfect for Bucky. Oh, baby, he would be inconsolable in the best way--complete catharsis.)
Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this! This is perfect.
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