and i think that that guy on the bottom is

A demon’s touch

I know it’s been awhile huh? Well ends up I didn’t have any real inspiration to write even though I REALLY wanted to. Thankfully one of my amazing friends helped spark this little idea! Hopefully I can stay on a roll and produce more stories for you guys!

Only warning really is; there’s some having sex with a demon, and some insecurities about yourself! This is also plus size friendly reading! (I may have added a little from my personal feelings too)

Word count: 1,836


Chewing on my bottom lip as I finish placing the items into the middle of the pentagram to complete the offering ritual you felt your heart sink. Was this really a good idea to offer your being just for a sexual adventure with an incubus? Shaking your head as you finish your chant, thinking silently to yourself, of course it was a good idea. No man in the real world would willingly touch you and give you the attention you craved, so if it meant finding it somewhere else you happily would.

A large puff of purple smoke blew up towards the ceiling from the center, your body naturally flinching back away from it as you cough. The smoke finally clearing you see the incubus you had summoned, and it was far from what you thought. He was dressed sharply in a suit and tie, shiny clean shoes adorned his feet as he pushed his glasses up while holding a small clipboard with the other hand.

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Folsom Prison Blues- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. If you’re a junkie for this sort of thing, then a tag list is the right thing for you! If you want to be a Queen, I’ll add you to that list too! Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You’ve stuck around with the Winchesters for a while now so you knew them like the back of your hand. You knew what they were going to do when they were going to do it or what they might say to a smart ass comment you made.

You knew every little detail about them since you’ve lived with them for so long.

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I've never had internet friends

And the fact that there are people here who actually think about me and check up on me honestly makes me want to cry but in a good way 💕I love you guys, really, truly, from the bottom of my heart. I made this blog at my loneliest, I had no idea what it would end up meaning to me.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be with a guy who isn't vers?

I think I’d enjoy a relationship with someone who is vers just because I like to flip flop and I want him to appreciate all the squats I do… but also being with someone who only likes to bottom would be chill too bc I also like to just put my dick in things, and it would be cool if that thing was my boyfriends butthole.

I think dating an exclusive top would get exhausting bc it would just be me trying to put a finger in him and it’d be like the same old tired song and dance and we’d drift apart but still move to the suburbs and I’d make him my famous mac and cheese and he’d tell me about how this relationship is draining and that he’s cheated on me with 15 bottoms from Christian Mingle because I refuse to bottom for him if he won’t bottom for me and he’ll throw the $9.99 bottle of Chardonnay I bought from Trader Joes against our dining room wall and weep silently into the mac and cheese I made him and I’d get up and try to wipe away his tears and he’ll slam his fists on the table and shout “NO this isn’t working” and I’ll say “shhhh baby just lemme put it in you” and he’ll leave me.

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Percy Jackson

Art: x x x x

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Folsom Prison Blues- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,383

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. If you’re a junkie for this sort of thing, then a tag list is the right thing for you! If you want to be a Queen, I’ll add you to that list too! Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

Later on in the day, you were talking with the Winchesters but now, you were in the dining room. This prison ran on a tight schedule that even you couldn’t change. But now, here you three were, talking about the case.

“Okay, let’s just say these stories are true about Glockner. She’s a vigilante when she was alive and in death. But then how’s she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she’s going after cons, why kill that one guard?” Sam asked, thinking out loud.

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This is going to be long and emotional so bear with me

I want to thank Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, Wade, and the crew for making the Your Welcome Tour possible. I feel honored to have gone and been a part of the crowd. Everyone was so great and it was just amazing to see.

I’ve been watching @markiplier since the beginning, and it means so much to have seen him and the others throughout this whole journey. Just seeing how far everyone has come has given me just this joy, if that makes sense.

Here’s where the emotional part comes in, and as fruitless as it may be to ask, I really hope one of them reads this. Ya’ll….Ya’ll kept me alive. That may sound overdramatic, but I’m serious. When I moved down to Houston in 2013, I had absolutely everything taken from me, literally. My moving truck was literally stolen in a hotel parking lot in Dallas. All my possessions, all my childhood, gone within the night, to never be seen again. I was devastated. I was already suffering from severe anxiety and clinical depression, and that had just made it worse tenfold. I came to Houston with no friends, no possessions, just the clothes on my back and what little I had brought in a small suitcase. It was really hard–I moved here just before school let out, and I was homeschooled, so I never met anybody until the fall. I was all alone. And I thought about suicide. Mark, your videos were what I literally was living for for a few months there. Every day I’d tell myself that I had to see it through, I had your videos to look forward to. I have so much thanks that it would be impossible to voice them all.

Bob and Wade, I remember seeing you both on Mark’s channel, which is how I was introduced to you guys. Your videos kept me, and still keep me, going, too, and I’m so thankful. Both of you are so wonderful.

Tyler and Ethan, I remember when both of you were first introduced. And I remember thinking just how goddamn awesome you both were.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you all. I’m so honored to have seen the show, I’m so honored to have seen you all in person, to see the people who kept me alive and still are a reason I am alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Keep being awesome, guys. And thank you again.

@lordminion @markiplier

How to unit Castiel and the Winchesters

Spn writers: Okay, I think we made clear that Dean hit rock bottom, right guys? So now, Sam and Dean are in the Impala. Both of them are visible.

Spn writers: Then Cas calls Dean. What a coincidence he calls Dean. Could have been Sam as well.

Spn writers: He could use his catch phrase. Hello Dean. That could work pretty well.

Spn writers: Do you think we have to actually say it?

Spn writers: Nah, they’ll know… But don’t forget the close up on Dean’s face!

Spn writers: Good, Sam and Dean are driving to get Cas. Who is still right beside the phone cell. Weird. As if he had nothing better to do than get back to Dean. Oh and Sam of course! Sam is very important in that reunion which is why we are pointing that out constantly.

Spn writers: When they see each other, we don’t want them to act on in right away. We could let them stare at each other. Don’t think we have done that before.

Spn writers: And some close ups again. Maybe one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, …

Spn writers: Aaaannd The End. Great work guys!

Someone from a dark corner: But what about Sam? Wasn’t he right beside Dean?

Spn writers:

Spn writers:

Spn writers: Well, I think Sam importance is already obvious. Besides, Dean and Cas do share a more profound bond.

Spn writers: #nohomo

Folsom Prison Blues- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,901

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. If you’re a junkie for this sort of thing, then a tag list is the right thing for you! If you want to be a Queen, I’ll add you to that list too! Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

You got into the bus to take you to the county jail where your fate awaits.

“I still don’t like this plan.” You whispered to Dean across the aisle.

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Lovesick

A Bucky x Reader / smut

A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my SPN fics called ‘Purr’. I haven’t had much of a mojo to write anything new, but I wanted to put some kind of content out for you guys. Also, you’ll be happy to know it’s mechanic!Bucky. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think ♥

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings:
- SMUT.
- 18 or over please.
- if i see any blog under 18 like this or reblog it, I will have to block you.
- please, always wear a condom.

Tags: (no tags this time besides my peeps, please see the bottom of this fic if you would like to be tagged in future fics)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky had been gawking at you all day like a lovesick teenager. When your eyes would meet his sapphire blues, he’d quickly look away, as if he didn’t want you to notice his wandering eyes. You saw him though, saw his shimmering orbs scan over every inch of your body, stopping at your breasts and lingering there. Sometimes his mouth would hang open just an inch as he stared and you were surprised he never drooled, those perfect pouty lips making you want to attack his mouth in broad daylight.

You’d be lying if you said you were the innocent one, the urge to fuck his brains out growing with each moment you spent with him. When he was practicing his combat skills at Stark Tower, or tuning up Steve’s bike in the garage, you’d watch the muscles work underneath his skin with each movement, longing to run your fingers over each vein.

You’d brought him a bottle of water and watched drops of sweat run down his forehead, across his cheek, and disappear into his shirt. You’d balled your hands into fists at your sides, the urge to taste the salty liquid from his skin overwhelming you. So many times you had thought about what it would be like to feel his huge, strong hands working you over like he did baby’s engine.

“Y/N?” Bucky said sharply, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You clenched your thighs together and could already feel the wetness pooling in your panties. “Can you pass me that wrench from the toolbox?” You got up on shaky legs and grabbed the wrench you thought he needed from the rusted, red toolbox on the backseat.

“Thank you,” he started, taking it from your hands. “But that’s not the one. Let me show you.” His hand found the small of your back, leading you to the toolbox. He pulled out the correct wrench and presented it to you. His hand was on your back again, guiding you back to Steve’s bike. “See, this one fits because of the way this bolt goes.” You watched him bend over, admiring the grease that was speckled up and down his forearms and biceps. You were suddenly uncomfortable, your thoughts turning to pure filth as you imagined him smearing that grease all over your naked skin.

“I- I’m gonna go inside,” you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. “It’s too hot out here.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you walked to the door of your motel room, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You closed the door behind you and pressed your back to it, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Suddenly exhausted, you flopped down on your stomach onto the bed closest to the door, and fell asleep almost instantly.


You had no idea how much time had passed, but sunlight was still shining through the curtains as you fluttered your eyelids open. After your brain peeked through your sleep induced fog, your senses realized what had awoken you. Calloused fingertips ran down your bare thighs from behind you, followed by full hands rubbing your tired muscles. You closed your eyes again and took moment to catch your breath, knowing it was Bucky.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper, the smell of oil and leather invading your senses. Suddenly, his hands were right below your ass, cupping the soft flesh there.

“Are you joking?” you asked without thinking, feeling goosebumps rise along your skin at his touch. This is what you’d been dreaming about for weeks. “Please don’t stop.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, Bucky suddenly had his hands around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He was still covered in grease, even more so now from working on the bike. His hands moved hungrily underneath your shirt, smearing the black substance along your heated skin. You felt like you were on fire, about to combust, when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. A moan escaped your lips and got lost in his mouth, as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this? To touch you like this?” He growled into your neck, as he peppered it with quick and lustful kisses. “Too fucking long.”

“I- I saw the way you looked at me,” you managed to say, Bucky’s lips moving down to your collarbone and suckling there. “Like you were undressing me with your eyes.”

Bucky brought his eyes up to meet yours; those beautiful, swirling pools of blue. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden eye contact, your teeth biting on your bottom lip. You swore his face was made of marble, the beautiful creases by his eyes and even the tiny scar on his cheek so beautiful. You brought your hand up to trace the lines on his cheeks, and his eyes instinctively closed at your soft touch.

“You caught me,” he answered with a sly smile, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his plush bottom lip. “Now I want to undress you for real. Do you mind?”

His eyes were glinting with mischief and lust. How could you say no to someone so attractive? You shook your head no, unable to form words. Bucky quickly disposed of your grease covered t-shirt and bra, following with your cotton shorts. You suddenly remembered that you had failed to put on any panties today, suddenly self-consciously naked under his intimidating gaze. Bucky whistled, the sound echoing off the motel room walls.

“Would you look at that pretty pussy?” he groaned out, brushing his thumb softly across your already swollen clit. “Just as I imagined it would be.”

He got down on his knees at the end of the bed and put his palms underneath your ass to pull you closer to him. Your nipples were so sensitive and hard already, you couldn’t help but roll them between your fingers as you watched Bucky’s mouth come closer and closer to your dripping sex. “What do you say I make you purr like Steve’s bike outside, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, his soft lips were wrapped around your clit. At first, his tongue moved in torturous circles around your bundle of nerves, before sucking it into his mouth and making your toes curl. Every few seconds he’d stop, allowing you to catch your breath and swiping his tongue inside you to taste your juices, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and again. You were so close to cumming already and he could tell, your entire body trembling, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. Bucky inserted one of his thick fingers inside you, growling at your walls pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” he growled, curling up his finger to brush perfectly against your g-spot. “Let me feel you cum, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for your orgasm to crash through you in a violent wave, your entire body jerking on the bed, your moans reaching the ceiling.

“You’re so sweet and you taste even sweeter,” Bucky said, sucking your juices off his finger. Your entire chest and face was flushed scarlet from your orgasm, your pussy aching for Bucky to fill you up.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, tugging at his belt and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I need to feel you fill me,” you whispered, and his eyes lit up even more. His pants and boxers were pooled around his feet quicker than you could blink. You gasped at the sight of his hard, thick cock pointed right in your direction. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to grab it, to feel the ridges and veins glide in your palm as you stroked him up and down. You licked the bead of precum off the tip of his cock, ensuring you made eye contact with him the entire time.

“Lay back,” he said, taking his cock into his own hand and lazily stroking it. He spread your legs apart with his free hand and ran the head along your slick folds, brushing it against your clit with each turn. He eased himself in slow, allowing your tight walls to accommodate his size. Bucky hissed between his teeth as he sunk himself deep inside you, feeling your sweetest spot against his sensitive tip. He pumped his hips into you at a slow pace at first, but you were already desperate for more friction, desperate for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“Faster,” you breathed out, the desperation in your voice thick and needy. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Bucky pumped into you faster and faster, the redness creeping up his chest as he fucked you deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into your ankles so deeply, he left marks. The sweat from his brow was dripping onto your stomach now,

“I’m going to fucking cum so deep inside you,” he grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pulling at your walls making you want to cum again. “I can’t hold it anymore.” You watched as Bucky’s face contorted and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he came, sending you over the brink yourself. You both moaned each other's’ names as you released, tingles pricking at your skin. He collapsed on top of you, the grease from his arms now rubbing all over you once more. Once you were both able to catch your breath, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“You’re all dirty,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say I go clean you up?”


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;playing with fire (m)

pairing jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook
genre/warnings smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting
words 8,460

 :: summary jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

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The Best Scene In Marvel History

Danny Rand: Claire says you’re a good guy. She says you’ve done a lot for Harlem.

Luke Cage: Yeah, I just want to help.

Danny Rand: Me too. That’s what lead me to that warehouse.

Luke Cage: You call that helping? You were gonna beat that kid within an inch of his life.

Danny Rand: Come on. I wasn’t gonna kill him.

Luke Cage: Sure looked like it.

Danny Rand: The Hand is dangerous. They murdered my parents, invaded the city I was sworn to protect.

Luke Cage: That kid’s got nothing to do with all that.

Danny Rand: Of course he does. He works for them.

Luke Cage: He needed a job.

Danny Rand: That’s not an excuse. You never fought someone to protect someone else?

Luke Cage: Of course I have.

Danny Rand: Okay, so what’s the difference?

Luke Cage: The difference is I live on their block. The difference is I’m not some billionaire white boy who takes justice into his own hands and slams a black kid against a wall because of his personal vendetta. Yeah, Claire told me about you on the way over here. Not all the mystical parts, but everything else.

Danny Rand: The money, that doesn’t define me.

Luke Cage: Maybe not. But that kid is sitting in a jail cell tonight, and you’re not.

Danny Rand: Neither are you.

Luke Cage: Not this time. But I’ve seen my share of injustice.

Danny Rand: The guy in the white hat, he’s just the beginning. You’re not thinking about the bigger picture.

Luke Cage: And you’re not thinking about anything but yourself.

Danny Rand: Hey, you know nothing about me!

Luke Cage: I know enough. And I know privilege when I see it. You may think you earned your strength, but you had power the day you were born. Before the “dragons,” before the “chi,” you had the ability to change the world without getting anybody hurt.

Danny Rand: … These people won’t be stopped that way.

Luke Cage: Oh, So you’re taking the war to the ones at the bottom, is that it? If I were in your shoes, I’d think twice about using that thing [the iron fist] on people who are trying to feed their families.

Me:

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

✰   —  —  —  STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  i never gave up on you.  ’
‘  i called you every night.  ’
‘  what the hell is this? where have you been?  ’
‘  let’s talk. alone.  ’
‘  so i should be thanking you then?  ’
‘  no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay!  ’
‘  you stupid, disgusting, lying piece of shit!  ’
‘  oh, you like these pearls?  ’
‘  you’re a real lifesaver, you know that?  ’
‘  how is this important right now?  ’
‘  it’s not important. i’m sorry.  ’
‘  you should go with him.  ’
‘  no one’s leaving anyone.  ’
‘  i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’
‘  turns out i’m a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’
‘  just be careful, alright?  ’
‘  i can’t lose you again.  ’
‘  you won’t lose me.  ’
‘  you promise?  ’
‘  promise.  ’
‘  so what, we’re just not gonna talk about it, huh?  ’
‘  i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk.  ’
‘  i’m not mad, i just wanna know where you’ve been. that’s all.  ’
‘  i… i shouldn’t have left.  ’
‘  no, this isn’t on you. i should’ve been there.  ’
‘  sometimes i feel like i’m just some kind of black hole or something.  ’
‘  the blackhole got her. and somehow, i’ve just been scared, you know? i’ve just been scared that it’d take you too.  ’
‘  i’m so sorry. for everything.  ’
‘  i can be so… so… stupid. just really stupid.  ’
‘  i don’t hate it, by the way.  ’
‘  bitchin’.  ’
‘  okay… sure. bitchin’.  ’
‘  is this really necessary?  ’
‘  this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. we can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? it’s not a dog.  ’
‘  okay, first of all, this is not some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.   ’
‘  right– so my point is… right, yeah.  ’
‘  we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do.  ’
‘  yeah, and then we all die!  ’
‘  no, that’s not a point of view, man. that’s a fact.  ’
‘  oh yeah? that’s a no.  ’
‘  hey! hey! hey! this is not happening.  ’
‘  no, no, no, no, no. no buts.  ’
‘  i promised i’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.  ’
‘  we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.  ’
‘  i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.  ’
‘  he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us.  ’
‘  am i dreaming or is that you?  ’
‘  yeah, it’s me. don’t cream your pants.  ’
‘  what are you doing here, amigo?  ’
‘  doesn’t ring a bell. sorry, buddy.  ’
‘  you know, i don’t know, this whole situation here is giving me the heebie-jeebies.  ’
‘  man, were you dropped too much as a child or what?  ’
‘  i don’t know what you don’t understand about what i just said.  ’
‘  looks like you got some fire in you after all!  ’
‘  yes, kick his ass! murder that son of a bitch!  ’
‘  you little shit, what did you do?  ’
‘  are you sure this is a good idea?  ’
‘  let’s kill this son of a bitch.  ’
‘  it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight.  ’
‘  they were gonna leave you behind, but i promised you’d be cool, okay?  ’
‘  everybody shut up! i’m trying to focus!  ’
‘  what’s happening? it hurts!  ’
‘  let me go!  ’
‘  oh, no… you guys.   ’
‘  hey, where do you think you’re going.  ’
‘  what are you, deaf? hello!  ’
‘  we are not going down there right now, i made myself clear!  ’
‘  this ends right now!  ’
‘  you’re upset, i get it.  ’
‘  the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance.  ’
‘  i know you promised them that you’d keep us safe, so keep us safe.  ’
‘  whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey, hey! i don’t think so.  ’
‘  any of you shits die down here, i’m getting the blame.  ’
‘  got it, dipshit?  ’
‘  from here on out, i’m leading the way.  ’
‘  those suckers got you pretty good, huh?  ’
‘  it’s not working. it’s not working! are you listening to me?  ’
‘  you’re killing him!  ’
‘  you remember me?  ’
‘  that was a pretty douchey thing to do.  ’
‘  you did good. you did so good.  ’
‘  sometimes i impress even myself.  ’
‘  what’s so important about one night?  ’
‘  do you always have to be filming everything?  ’
‘  you look so handsome!  ’
‘  we should, you know, get out there… like, do our thing.  ’
‘  yeah, i love it, but not as much as i love you.  ’
‘  get out of my room!  ’
‘  see? pretty.  ’
‘  you don’t care.  ’
‘  i don’t care.  ’
‘  there you go. you’re learning, my friend.  ’
‘  hey, come on. you look great, okay? you look great!  ’
‘  you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.  ’
‘  yeah, uh… don’t do that, okay?  ’
‘  holy shit! what happened to you?  ’
‘  are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker?  ’
‘  wanna dance?  ’
‘  you’re my favorite.  ’
‘  you’ve always been my favorite.  ’
‘  girls this age are dumb.  ’
‘  how are you holding up?  ’
‘  yeah, that feeling never goes away.  ’
‘  it is true what they say, you know. every day it does get a little easier.  ’

Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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Pesky Problem

Summary: Y/N teams up with Steve and Dustin accidentally

Pairing: Eventual Steve x Reader, Dustin x Steve bromance

Warnings: Swears 

A/N: Season two left me in tears and gave me a whole flood of emotions, gosh. Steve is definitely one of my top three fave characters, and I LOVE the friendship between him and Dustin (who I’m so happy had a bigger part in S2!) I just had to write for him/them. Probably gonna be a series. I’m so bad at titles I’m sorry

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse


“Steve?” 

Steve whirled around to the sound of his name. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Um, I borrowed these from Nancy for Tina’s party. I was just going to give them back.” Y/N held up black heels.

“Oh, she’s not home.”

“Dude!” The car door opened, revealing a boy with curly hair and a red, white and blue hat. “What is taking you so-” He cut off when he spotted Y/N. 

“Why don’t you come with us?” Steve blurted out. 

“Come with you guys?” She asked, confusedly.

“Come with us?” The boy in the car repeated. 

“Yeah.” Steve shrugged. “The more the merrier right?”


“Just, stay in here alright? Dustin’s got a big, um,” Steve tapped his hand against the door of the car.

“Raccoon problem.” The boy, Dustin, cut in with a smile. 

“Right. Raccoons. Whole bunch of them.”

Y/N nodded. “Okay.” She eyed the bat Steve held with nails protruding from the top.

“Why did you invite her here?” Dustin asked as soon as the door shut and they were descending down the storm cellar steps. 

“I panicked alright? She was talking to me and what if she was gonna start asking questions, or follow us, or tell someone?” 

“You’re an idiot.” Dustin deadpanned. “She wouldn’t have done any of those things if you hadn’t invited her! And what if we can’t control Dart? What if something happens to her?”

“Don’t say that. Nothing is going to-” They stopped, staring at the sight in front of them. A slimy piece of molted skin lay on the ground and a hole was in the wall where Dart had made his escape.

“Shit.”

“So, raccoons huh?”


“Hey guys? I think I should be getting home…” Y/N called down the dark steps of the cellar. “Guys?”

Swallowing nervously, she began to go down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she heard them, and slowly, crept towards them. 

“-This is bad. Very bad.”

“I couldn’t tell when I first saw this, thank you for your insights.”

Creeping closer, she gaped at the scene in front of her. 

“Holy shit.”

This will not end well...

I was running a vanilla World of Darkness campaign with a few of my friends who I regularly game with. One of my players who loves to break any system he plays decided to make a character who is seriously good at only one kind of attack.

The party is traveling down into a catacomb full of cultists. They massacre their way into a room with a large pit in the center that is impossible to see the bottom.

DM: Alright guys, there are carved reliefs colored with what looks like blood in different stages of drying and decay.

N: I could care less. What is in the pit?

DM: You can’t see the bottom.

N: ok I shoot into the pit.

DM: You… Ok, fine. Go for it.

N: *rolls 18 dice* I have 22 successes. I think I hit whatever is down there.

DM: You… I… What… *Facepalm* Yeah, you hit it. Everyone make a Resolve and Composure check.

N: Oh, should I not have done that?

J: This will not end well…

Needless to say this lead to a total party death when they took on half a dozen Shoggoth. In his defence he did kill two right off the bat.

David isn't perfect: a PSA

Okay. So after the latest episode (That’s S02E07, ‘Bonjour Bonquisha’) I’ve been seeing a ton of people saying “That was ooc! David would never do that!”

I love David. I love him as much as the next fan, maybe more than is strictly necessary, and I love his flaws, too, and I’m here to tell you
Yes he absolutely would.

And the only way I can think of is to list, under the cut, every point of evidence for why I completely think David would punch someone, along with general flaws that people seem to be more than happy to overlook.

We’re going episode by episode folks and it’s gonna get long but I’ve been awake since 4 am and nothing’s gonna hold me back

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April Fool’s DLC SUFFERING Ending  Guide Part 1

So I’m still shook over one of the normal (read: SUFFERING) endings I finally unlocked from the Mystic Messenger April Fool’s DLC. Here is my guide of what I USED which unlocked the ending.

Following this should give you the unlock the chats “Epiphany” and “The world for you and me” after the game branch. 

Also: Spoilers! I’m placing this guide under the cut. 

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