seems it was the lighting that made it look so red!

Yuuri paced the room, bottom lip worried red by his teeth. His hands were fisted, nails digging into the meat of his own palms.


Across the room, Emil was henched over Victor’s bedridden form. The ship’s doctor let a damp cloth rest on Victor’s forehead, in hopes of soaking up the heat of his fever.


“Yuuri, come here.”


Yuuri rushed to the bedside, rather helpless in his abilities. Victor had barely stirred in over a day, his skin burning against Yuuri’s when touched. Emil had made a light joke about Yuuri potentially commanding Victor to get better, but the siren had not found it amusing. Because he had already tried and it had not worked, to his ultimate frustration.


“Wait here with him. I’m going to grab my medicine chest. If you can make him eat a little, do so.”


When Emil left, the cabin settled into uneasy silence, save for the steadiness of Victor’s breathing. Yuuri sat beside him, at the edge of the bed, his fingers curling around one of Victor’s hands. Too warm to be comfortable.


A minute passed and the silver of Victor’s lashes fluttered, his thumb stroking over Yuuri’s delicate hold. “Oh… I must be feverish, because I see an angel beside me…” Victor’s voice was hoarse, lacking its usual commanding strength and spirit. But a weak smile twitched to his lips as Yuuri scowled at his words. “No? You didn’t like that?”


Yuuri snatched up the salted meat that Emil had left behind, holding it to Victor’s mouth in lieu of a response. The pirate did not take it, even when Yuuri pushed it closer.


“…Not now, Yuuri.”


As if Yuuri was going to let him refuse. He tore a chunk off with his teeth and chewed it, swooping down with his fingers pinching at Victor’s jaw. Lips pressed together, he pushed the food into Victor’s mouth with his tongue, determined to follow doctor’s orders.


Victor promptly choked, coughing and sputtering it out onto the floor. “Ohhh, Yuuri, noooo, that’s disgusting,” he protested, sticking out his tongue. “You’re making this worse.”


Not amused, Yuuri prodded at the blankets covering Victor’s chest, tracing words into it.


Victor’s expression remained unchanged, unable to keep up with Yuuri’s quick scolding through his fever. When the siren rewrote it slower, Victor chuckled weakly. “I wouldn’t say that, lovebird, I very much enjoy having those parts of you in my mouth.”


Cheeks flushing unfairly pink, Yuuri made to speak, stopping because Emil re-entered the room. Both Victor and Yuuri gave him sheepish looks when Emil eyed the spat out meat on the floor, but he said nothing, rolling his eyes as he handed Yuuri something resembling bark to hold.


The siren examined it curiously.


“It’s supposed to reduce fever,” Victor explained, scrunching his nose in displeasure. “You need to–” He cut himself off as Yuuri bit off a piece, laughing when the siren jerked back, repulsed at the bitter tease flooding his mouth.


“That is not the best way of doing that,” Emil said, taking it back from Yuuri to grind some of the bark with a mortar and pestle.


“I think he’s trying to mama-bird me everything.”


“How sweet.”


Yuuri watched, curious, as Emil then mixed the powder into some wine.


“Help me get him up.”


Yuuri supported Victor’s back, aiding him to sit forward so Emil could tip the cup to his lips without fear of choking. Victor drank, leaning back into Yuuri’s arms when Emil seemed satisfied with the dosage.


“Stay with him until the fever breaks.” Emil instructed Yuuri, setting the medicine aside once finished. “If you’re here, maybe he won’t be so foolish as to try getting out before he’s recovered.”


Nodding, Yuuri laid Victor back down and smiled when Victor turned to rest his head against Yuuri’s lap. Yuuri was happy enough to curl up with his sick captain, giving a command of “stay” when Victor did indeed attempt to leave before his skin had cooled.

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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anonymous asked:

One thing that bothers me with fanon is when people dumb Keith down. Like, this is a kid who was considered the best pilot of his generation at a military/space place; NASA's people are some of the smartest on the planet and the Garrison is so similar to them! But yet everyone think's he's not as smart as some of the other characters simply because he's more aggressive or because he didn't get the team chant Lance made.

LISTEN I LITERALLY SUFFER THROUGH “INTRO” TO ASTRONOMY AND ALL THE MATHING I MUST DO BECAUSE I CANNOT MATH AND!! KEITH WAS TOP OF HIS CLASS AT SPACE SCHOOL THAT BOY CAN MATH AND HE’S DAMN GOOD AT IT 

So he’s definitely book smart in my mind because I feel it would be difficult for him to be number one in such a prestigious academy otherwise. Particularly in its most competitive program (fighter pilot). There are of course other indications of intelligence, and the primary ones singled out are usually: musical-rhythmic and harmonic, visual spatial, verbal-linguistic, logical-mathematical, bodily-kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, and naturalistic. So, let’s take a look at what Keith falls under:

  • Visual-spatial: Think in terms of physical space, as do architects and sailors. Very aware of their environments. They like to draw, do jigsaw puzzles, read maps, daydream. They can be taught through drawings, verbal and physical imagery. Tools include models, graphics, charts, photographs, drawings, 3-D modeling, video, videoconferencing, television, multimedia, texts with pictures/charts/graphs.” (source)
  • Evidence: Just take a look at Keith’s incredibly all encompassing and thorough assessment of data he’s gathered from the desert and this is incredibly clear. You’ll see pictures, charts, maps, visually illustrated points of how everything connects–it’s clear he’s a very visual learner. To the point where, when Hunk sketches out the Fraunhofer line, Keith immediately picks it out as a clear match for the mountain range. That demonstrates a true command of visual-spacial awareness. 
  • Verbal-linguistic:Using words effectively. These learners have highly developed auditory skills and often think in words. They like reading, playing word games, making up poetry or stories. They can be taught by encouraging them to say and see words, read books together. Tools include computers, games, multimedia, books, tape recorders, and lecture.” (same source)
  • Evidence: Keith’s funny comment that, “I don’t think you’re using that word correctly,” seems to imply that he’s able to catch onto the meaning of unfamiliar words pretty easily. But more indicatively–“they can be taught by encouraging them to say and see words.” Words hold a certain power with Keith, as evidenced by the way he reverts to repeating Shiro’s mantra of “Patience yields focus,” whenever he needs to calm down and concentrate. He finds comfort in those words and hearing them. This seems to suggest an auditory inclination. 
  • Logical-mathematical: “Reasoning, calculating. Think conceptually, abstractly and are able to see and explore patterns and relationships. They like to experiment, solve puzzles, ask cosmic questions. They can be taught through logic games, investigations, mysteries. They need to learn and form concepts before they can deal with details.” (same source)
  • Evidence: Again, I think “exploring patterns and relationships,” falls under the work we see on Keith’s conspiracy theory board. And as previously stated, his rank at the garrison is most likely indicative of this. He’s also capable of abstract thinking–such as connecting with the desert’s “strange energy” as well as logic-based. The ability to put things together and “solve puzzles” is also clearly shown through how Keith is able to quickly address a situation and come to the right conclusion–such as how something wasn’t right on Naxzela and it’s connection to Voltron
  •  Bodily-kinesthetic: “Use the body effectively, like a dancer or a surgeon. Keen sense of body awareness. They like movement, making things, touching. They communicate well through body language and be taught through physical activity, hands-on learning, acting out, role playing. Tools include equipment and real objects.” (same source)
  • Evidence: I don’t think this one really needs to be explained, because Keith is just deftly skilled when it comes to movement. He’s very fluid, moves quickly, is light enough on his feet to dodge enemies and sidestep disaster. The way he flies Red Lion with focus on speed and agility is a direct parallel to this. And I think that, just focusing on Keith’s own ability, the way he navigates the debris field when his suit is damaged is an excellent illustration of this
  • Intrapersonal: Understanding one’s own interests, goals. These learners tend to shy away from others. They’re in tune with their inner feelings; they have wisdom, intuition and motivation, as well as a strong will, confidence and opinions. They can be taught through independent study and introspection. Tools include books, creative materials, diaries, privacy and time. They are the most independent of the learners.” (same source)
  • Evidence: Keith is often very independent and in tune with his own feelings. And we know from his whole personal quest to uncover more about his identity that he’s very much an introspective person. Intuition is also a huge part of who Keith is, and we see this manifest as a kind of quintessence sensitivity–how he was able to sense Blue in the desert, how he was the only one able to connect with his Lion over a long distance, knowing he had to target Haggar’s ship during the whole thing with Naxzela, ect. 
  • Naturalistic: Seems to encompass environmental awareness. Knowing the lay of the land, practical outdoor skills and intelligence, a deeper understanding of the natural world, a more nurturing personality, ect. 
  • Evidence: Keith living on his own in the desert for a year and later saying that he likes the outdoors because it’s quiet. Seems to be more in tune with the natural world and has more than enough of a grasp of outdoor knowledge to live off the land if need be. Also, does exhibit nurturing instincts–a fierce desire to protect and provide for others 

So yes, Keith is very smart and in a number of ways. And I will 100% always defend that 

PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1]

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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Every Song on Taylor Swift’s reputation

As analyzed by Time Magazine

1. “…Ready For It?”: Starting things off with a thumping bass line and rallying cry, “…Ready For It?” also offers one of Swift’s prettiest melodies. “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do,” she sings sweetly before switching into her new-era rap-singing. “He can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor,” she insists, name-checking a famous — and drama-filled — pairing, and setting the scene for the rest of the album’s investigation of the perils of stardom.

2. “End Game” (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future): Swift tapped her good friend Sheeran for this slow-jam-style track, a self-reflective — and self-aware — plea to both the listener and a lover. “I wanna be your end game,” Swift sings off the top, allowing in a little vulnerability — before jumping into a rap-sung chorus. “Big reputation, you and me we got big reputations,” she chants, recognizing the baggage that her stardom brings (and name-checking the album’s title, of course). Of-the-moment rapper Future of “Mask Off” success adds in a slick verse, sticking to the love-against-the-odds theme. Swift goes on to sing she doesn’t want to be an “ex-love” and that she isn’t into the drama; it’s just her burden to bear. This is peak Swift: emotionally open, but ready and willing to have some fun with the hype around her own persona. Sheeran’s contribution comes in the form of another rap-sung verse in the same vein, seeming to reference his own relationship and the pitfalls that fame has placed in his path to love. His advice? Ignore the rumors.

3. “I Did Something Bad”: Swift knows that her critics have strong opinions about her; after all, the album is called Reputation. And in the bombastic “I Did Something Bad,” she appears to address some of the narratives that have surrounded her. “I never trust a narcissist, but they love me / So I play them like a violin, and I make it look oh so easy,” she opens this one over a sharp string pluck. “If a man talks s–t then I owe him nothing.” Here is new-era Swift: holding her head high, unapologetic and fiercely protective of her own success. Then, a funky dubstep drop brings shades of her mega-hit “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” into the mix. Heavily electronically manipulated, and punctuated with a strong beat, it’s a banger of a track — and her defiant response to her detractors. “I never trust a playboy, but they love me,” she insists, stating matter of-factly that it’s best to “leave before you get left,” and hinting that maybe her splashy former relationships weren’t all they might have seemed. And then there’s the kicker: “They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one,” she croons on an auto-tuned bridge. “Go ahead and light me up.” Of all the quotable lines in Swift’s oeuvre, this one is right up there at the top for its blazing imagery.

4. “Don’t Blame Me”: If you’re a fan of Avicii or Kygo’s brand of un-rushed atmospheric electro-pop, you might like the rich, vibey notes Swift brings together in “Don’t Blame Me,” a moody, dark song that starts out swinging and pretty, and builds into a gospel-backed EDM anthem. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right,” she sings emphatically. “Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I be using for the rest of my life.” Swift has endured criticism for her relationships: the fact that she’s in them, the fact that she sings about them. “Don’t Blame Me” could be a clapback to that criticism, reminding listeners that the heart simply wants what it wants, as her friend Selena Gomez once said.

5. “Delicate”: Swift is, appropriately enough, at her most fragile on “Delicate.” Refreshingly honest, it’s a melodic electro-ballad with a resonant refrain. “My reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me,” she muses, her voice a light wisp, in a wry nod to her year in the spotlight before breaking down her insecurities: “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet?” Like pretty much anyone dealing with a new crush, Swift sings of moments of doubt. Perhaps even superstars have their sore spots. She couches this sweetly uncertain song in snippets of dates — at a dive bar, in her apartment — but keeps it about her circular internal monologue, always questioning just how much her feelings are being reciprocated.

6. “Look What You Made Me Do”: Swift’s lead single — and immediate chart-topper following its release — “LWYMMD” was a shocking reintroduction to the Swift of Reputation: hard, unapologetic, focused on retribution. Step aside, “Bad Blood,” this song is much more cutting. “I’ve got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined,” she reminded her haters over a Right Said Fred sample. The propulsive beat and insistence that the old Taylor was “dead” only sharpened her point.

7. “So It Goes…”: Here, she switches things back to romance, reflecting on just how a new love interest might help her out of her fixations: “you make everyone disappear,” she explains in the moody, murky opening segment, which opens into a trap-lite chorus about getting caught up in the moment (and, of course, leaving some signature lipstick “on your face”). But for life with Swift, that’s just how it goes. “I’m yours to keep, and yours to lose. You know I’m not a bad girl, but I’ll do bad things with you,” she adds with a wink; this version of Swift has made a marked departure from her squeaky-clean roots as America’s Nashville sweetheart.

8. “Gorgeous”: Yes, that’s Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds’s baby daughter James opening up “Gorgeous” with a gurgle. But the rest of the song deals with adult topics. Over a bubbling, chime-like beat, Swift sings about the irresistible power of attraction — even when it’s not the best idea. “You’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts,” she sings with frustration. “There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.” Despondent, she talks of heading home to hang out with her cats — and then, with a wink, invites her object of attention to join her.

9. “Getaway Car”: Told as a dramatic story of a heist and an ill-fated love adventure over shimmering 80s-style production, “Getaway Car” is one of Swift’s most metaphor-driven tracks on the album. “We never had a shotgun shot in the dark,” she sings with a rebellious twang. “Nothing good starts in a getaway car.” Swift’s has often had its fair share of melodrama; remember “Into the Woods”? In “Getaway Car,” though, she calls herself a “traitor” who turns in her erstwhile partner in crime. Looks like Swift might be willing to flirt with the dark side, but she’s no good at following through with crimes — of the legal kind, or of the heart. Instead, she says, she takes the keys and leaves the guy stranded at a motel. It’s no happy ending, but it’s a reminder that Swift isn’t afraid to assert her independence.

10. “King of My Heart”: Taylor Swift has always been good at love songs. In “King of My Heart” she hits her sweet spot, over a synth-heavy track and strategic auto-tune assist. “I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own, I made up my mind I’m better off bein’ alone,” she starts off. But it doesn’t stay that way for long; after meeting a (evidently non-American) paramour who pursues her, the story (and the song) go straight into the romance. “You’re the one I have been waiting for,” she gushes, dissing some other guys with “their fancy cars” who didn’t quite measure up to this new interest. And yes, the character in the title is indeed the king of her heart — and body, and soul.

11. “Dancing With Our Hands Tied”: Although it starts off as a down-tempo, melancholy kind of tune, “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” adds in Swift’s now-rote trap-lite drop to amp up the drama on this will-we-won’t-we tale of star-crossed lovers separated by an unkind fate. “I had a bad feeling,” she suggests about the romantic interest, but she goes on to dance with him anyway; some chemistry just can’t be denied.

12. “Dress”: “I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Swift sings slyly on “Dress,” her most overtly sexual work yet. She wants her lover to carve his name into her bedpost; her hands shake in anticipation. A breathy, synth-y track with lots of whispery vocals, Swift is unequivocal about her interest in this person as much more than a friend. “Made your mark on me; a golden tattoo,” she sings cryptically. It’s a departure from her usually PG approach to love songs, emblematic of a Swift who’s claiming her maturity more than ever.

13. “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”: Kicking things off with a siren sound, Swift strips it back to a stomping call-out of the haters, a giddy sister of sorts to dark lead single “Look What You Made Me Do.” “Why’d you have to rain on my parade?” she asks, her voice petulant, sneering with humor and attitude. “This is why we can’t have nice things, darling: because you break them, I have to take them away.” When she tries to go diplomatic — “forgiveness is a nice thing to do” goes one line, sung in an angelic lilt — she breaks the fourth wall with a burst of sharp laughter. Swift is no longer willing to “Shake It Off,” as she once tried to do.

14. “Call It What You Want”: Maybe the most by-the-book Swift song on Reputation, “Call It What You Want” is a slow-burning meditation on the transformative power of relationships, filled with lyrical puns: “All the liars are calling me one,” she sighs at one point. “All my flowers grew back as thorns.” But this is still a love letter, and a reminder that Swift has moved on from the fray around her so-called “reputation.” “My baby’s fly like a jetstream, high above the whole scene,” she sings proudly, making it clear that the baby in question has taken her along for the ride.

15. “New Year’s Day”: Her one acoustic piano ballad on the album, “New Year’s Day” is a tender and intimate love song. The snapshots are sweet and evocative: glitter on the floor after a party, candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor, holding hands in the backseat of a taxi. “Hold on to the memories,” she repeats in the chorus, “and I will hold on to you.” Nostalgic for the moment even as it’s happening, it’s a lovely, effecting closer, letting Swift’s voice and earnest message shine without the complications of over-production. She may get her kicks with big pop anthems, but vulnerable ballads like this one are just as much a part of her musical DNA.

Lifted from Time Magazine

long lost | jjk

summary: jeon jungkook is famous, talented, and on the hunt for his childhood friend and first love. you are self-deprecating, a little awkward, and exactly who he’s looking for. only, there’s one (1; single, a solo) problem: he doesn’t know it. 

{childhood friends!au, celebrity!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 15k
genre: fluff, comedy, light angst
warnings: n/a
a/n: finally!!! after literally a month of no bts writing, here is this 15k beast that i’ve been hyping up. inspired by true events, kinda. i will work on getting the sorted series out next, so please be on the lookout! 

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anonymous asked:

REDDIE PROMPT WHERE THEYRE IN COLLEGE AND RICHIE IS ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL AND EDDIE IS JUST LIKE THIS GUY IS CUTE SO LEMMIE JUST,, “HEY DUDE,, YOU NEED A RIDE OR SOME SHIT??” AND THATS HOW THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND ~STUFF IN EDDIES CAR, SKIPPING CLASS THE NEXT DAY

Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!


Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.


Hope everyone liked it!


Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

@smol-and-annoying @donvex @richietoaster @reddieornotasshole @williumbyers @eds-trashmouth @curlylemonhead @gazebo-reddie  

repeat.

Originally posted by joekeerys

(steve harrington x reader)

summary: it’s like groundhog’s day. but december 23. and with steve. who’s like, super close to panicking and crying but honestly, things could be worse.

request: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something

word count: 4, 487

a/n: okay, so i know that this was requested, but i wanted to combine this with an idea i had earlier bc i was watching 12 dates of christmas and i’m a sucker okay enjoy this thing pls. i wrote this late and i’m running late i’m not checking this for errors ALSO HAPPY 2,000 FOLLOWERS TO ME WHAT 


“Okay, so I already told her that we’re doing movie night just the three of us, which means that the hard part is done. You know what to do, right?”

“You leave early because you forgot about some homework, and that’s when I make my move.”

“Exactly, Da- Steve. You’ve got this. You’re gonna slay her dead.”

Steve bit back the grin that was just dying to make itself known. It had been happening a lot recently, Dustin almost calling him dad. Sure, he teased the kid about it, but deep down, it made his heart warm. The kid needed someone in his life like that. Steve might have not been the best choice for that role, but he’d do his damndest to fill it.

“Just like you at the dance, son.” Steve’s smile couldn’t be held back at that point, and the corners of his mouth stretched wide as he started to laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me. My hair was killing it that night.”

Thinking about Dustin and his little adventure into using Farah Fawcett spray was entertaining. And it was definitely a hell of a lot easier to think about than the fact that he was going to make a move on the little shit’s sister that night.

It was kind of sad, really. Steve might have been off of his game a little after the whole Nancy fiasco, but when it came to you, it was like his game had decided to just fuck off entirely. He’d been getting better, but in tiny little increments. At least now he could hold a decent conversation with you. Before, he’d just stare at you and stutter. But he was over that, thank God.

“Whoa, Y/N. You’re looking nice for movie night,” Dustin said, not so subtly nudging Steve’s arm. Steve turned towards the doorway, eyes widening when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen you look so pretty, a thought that he would’ve scoffed at a year ago. Your hair was falling in just the right way, your makeup simple but perfect. And the dress you were wearing… All he could do was stare.

“You - uh - you look - good. Nice. Yeah, good,” Steve stuttered out, ignoring the way the little dick sitting beside him snorted. Even that didn’t diminish the hope that was rising in his chest, though. Because you’d dressed up for him - or Dustin, but odds were looking into the older boy’s favor.

“Oh, thanks guys. But what do you mean movie night?” It was written across your face, confusion in its purest form. For a second, Steve’s heart dropped.

“Movie night, Y/N. You, me, and Steve? I told you about it a week ago,” he pushed, giving you a frown. You shook your head, staring at him blankly. Steve looked from you to Dustin, trying his hardest to not glare at the younger Henderson. But the longer he watched, the more Dustin’s face fell into a sheepish grin. “Or I might’ve told Mom that a week ago, and forgot to tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes. He glanced over to you, a new train of thought running through his mind. “So, uh, you got a date or something tonight, Henderson?”

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Loki Imagine - Kneel

This takes place during Odin’s sleep when Loki was king. Warning: Smut!

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Your P.O.V.

Something was going on here on Asgard. A bad feeling had taken place in me and I felt nervous without a reason. So I walked around the streets, eyeing everyone who walked past me. The people didn’t seem suspicious. Yes, some of them were a little tense but I wasn’t sure why. 

After walking around until it was dark, I was stopped by two royal guards. I saw the bright yellow of their capes and it caught my attention. ‘’King Loki needs to speak with you’’ One of them informed me which had surprised me. Not because Loki wanted to see me, we were great friends. I was surprised as they called him a king.

Out of shock I had been silent. Had Odin died? Was that the reason for my bad gut feeling?

I let the guards take me to the golden palace. As we walked there, I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter. For the first time in a while, I was nervous to meet Loki. Was he alright? What the hell was happening behind the closed doors?

The throne room was only lit by flames as I finally made my way there. The guards stopped by their spots, allowing me to walk further inside by myself. I was a familiar face here, since both Thor and Loki had been my friends as we grew up. I had slowly become more attached to Loki and the last few times we’ve met, it had gotten quite heated, if that’s what you could describe it as.

I reached the throne, shocked as I saw absolutely no guards. My eyes directed at Loki who sat on the throne. My eyes widened by the sight. He was wearing his black and green suit, his golden head piece and he held a golden spear. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look good up there.

‘‘I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N’‘ Loki broke the silence between us. He had a mischievous smile on his beautifully sculptured face. The way he spoke made my heart skip a beat. ‘‘King Loki’‘ I breathed out, enjoying the taste of the words in my mouth. Loki’s smile faded and suddenly he leaned against his big hand, looking at me very intensely. The dark look in his pretty emerald eyes sent shivers down my spine. 

‘‘Come closer’‘ He encouraged me and glanced at the steps on the throne. I licked my lips, suddenly finding them dry. Then I did as told, walking towards him slowly, taking cautious steps and looking at his face. He never told me to stop and I found myself almost right in front of me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but I liked it. He made me feel like I was on an adventure by just looking in my direction. He filled my veins with adrenaline, giving me a pleasant rush.

‘‘Kneel’‘ Loki demanded sharply, making my knees weak. I never broke eye contact as I lowered myself in front of him, kneeling for my king. He seemed pleased as I obeyed him so well. Loki loved that about us. We had discovered new sides of each other lately as our friendship had developed to this intense relationship. I had learned that he was dominating and I was surprised as I realized how submissive I was. It was a perfect combo.

‘‘You’re such a good girl, Y/N’‘ He purred happily and touched my hair with his hand, almost like he was petting me. Judging by the smug look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. My underwear was most definitely getting soaked and I felt a familiar heat between my legs.

‘’Is there anything I could do for you, your majesty?’‘ I asked him with an innocent look on my face, teasing him on purpose. I looked at his face, nearly overwhelmed by his beauty. The flames in the room illuminated his features with an orange and golden glow. Loki looked absolutely majestic as he sat on Asgard’s throne.

His gentle touch turned rough as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his knees so I wouldn’t lose my balance and it seemed like it was his plan as well. ‘’You have ignored me for the past few days, why?’’ Loki wanted to know, never letting go of me. His gorgeous eyes were locked with mine and I felt like I had to tell him the truth, like his look hypnotized me.

‘‘Oh’‘ My lips curved into a smirk. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’ve been busy’‘ I revealed as little as possible. Loki narrowed his eyes and hummed deeply, probably not believing me. I nearly gulped as he examined me so closely and it didn’t help the situation between my legs at all. He made me crave for his touch just like a fish needed water. 

‘‘Naughty girl, you’re lying’‘ Loki noticed, which was good. Partly, I wanted to be caught. He seemed darker than usual, like he had anger inside of him and he hadn’t gotten anything good to think about in a while. I batted my eyelashes at him innocently, hoping he’d take this situation further.

‘‘If your mouth can’t be honest, I’ll better put it into good use’‘ He got an idea that made my body tingle from excitement. He had total control over me but I fucking loved it. He knew me so well and I knew him which made everything even better. ‘‘Are you sure? Someone can walk in’‘ I whispered and looked around the gigantic area. No one was to be seen.

‘‘Let them’‘ Loki replied sternly and then grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard crotch. My eyes widened as I felt how damn hard he was, almost like he could barely contain himself anymore. Imperceptibly, I bit my lower lip. His dick was pulsing and I felt it through the material of his clothes. ‘‘Poor thing’‘ I teased and gave him a light, playful squeeze.

Loki took a deep breath and grabbed my hair tightly. ‘’No teasing’’ He growled deeply, almost like he got even hornier. I was more than happy to help the king out. So I pushed his robe aside so I could get better access to him. I began to pull down his black pants and Loki helped me by shifting slightly. I pulled down the luxurious fabrics until I could free his hard member.

I almost cursed as I saw his dick right in front of my face. Loki had a really long dick with the perfect thickness. His tip was rosy red and there was pre-cum there, making me eager immediately. ‘’Open up’’ Loki demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mouth was watering by now and I was more than happy to part my lips for him.

Loki led my face closer to him and I took the tip of his member into my mouth, slowly giving him a lick to collect the pre-cum. It tasted salty and bitter in my mouth. My hand grabbed his shaft and I took more of him inside, deciding to be a tease and take things slowly. I watched as his facial expressions changed from the stern one to a more joyful look. He inhaled a sharp breath as I circled my tongue around him, knowing exactly what he liked.

‘‘God, you are so pretty down there, my queen’‘ He rasped almost quietly but it encouraged me to make him feel good. I bobbed my head a few times so I could tease his sensitive tip but soon I wanted to go further. I pushed my head even closer to him and hollowed my cheeks, causing Loki to grunt out in pleasure. It was like music to my ears.

Loki pushed himself inside me, hitting the back of my throat each time. I breathed through my nose because my mouth was absolutely full by his enormous length. It was quite obvious he was a God like creature. He was beyond perfect.

I made sure to hollow my cheeks as he fucked my face harshly. I gagged a few times but I managed to take it. Drool began to collect at the edges of my mouth and it slid down my jaw. ‘’Mmhmm’’ I hummed as his cock was deep in my mouth. The vibrations were something Loki adored. His beautiful, pinkish lips parted and he gasped in pure pleasure. He looked amazing as he felt good.

Loki’s raven black hair got messy and a strand fell on his face beautifully. His blue-green eyes turned dark like a stormy sea and his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, giving him a slight glow. I pulled myself away from his cock but I yanked him off with his hand, rubbing my thumb on his tip each time I reached it. I could feel thick veins underneath my touch and the pulsating sensation as well.

‘‘I love your cock so much’‘ I admitted dirtily. Then I stuck out my tongue and dragged it along his veins. ‘‘Shit, Y/N’‘ Loki moaned harshly as he looked down, never taking his eyes off of me. I gave him a naughty look before licking his balls, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there. As my hand worked on his shaft, my mouth buried between his legs and I happily licked his most sensitive places. I kissed his shaft a few times, slowly climbing back up to his tip.

As I got to up, I took him into my mouth once again. Loki held onto my hair tightly and it hurt just the tiniest bit but I liked it. I jerked him off as I sucked his tip, whirling my tongue around him and moaning just to be extra. ‘’I’m close’’ Loki warned me, almost too loudly. I let him push my face as down as he could although it made me gag. It filled me with deep lust and excitement.

I bobbed my head with his help and I focused hard on pleasing him. His dick twitched a few times and that’s when I knew he was on the verge of spilling his load in my mouth. So I pulled my head away and took him to his edge by using my hands. I opened my mouth up wide.

‘‘Y/N- holy..’‘ Loki tried to speak but he couldn’t focus on his words. Suddenly his body tensed and the grip on me got harsher. Hot sperm flew out of him and I tried hard to catch it all in my mouth. Once again, I got a warm, salty taste in my mouth. Most of his cum landed on my tongue but some spurted on my face. I made sure to pump out each drop before I took my hand away.

I wiped the hot cum off my face with my thumb and sucked it off. Loki watched intensely as I swallowed everything, leaving nothing to waste. My jaw hurt a little bit but it was worth it. Loki was catching his breath as he was coming down his high. His cheeks got a little bit of color and he looked relieved.

‘‘Delicious’‘ I purred happily and popped my lips. Loki looked at me warmly for a while, almost happily. ‘‘Come here, darling’‘ He told me and helped me on his lap. I smiled gladly as I sat on his legs, wrapping mine around him. Then I rested my head against his as our noses touched lightly.

Loki was cool although he was sweaty. I thought he just wanted me here to sit but he had other thoughts. As I placed my lips on his, his hand traveled underneath my silky dress. My breath hitched in my throat as his skilled, long fingers touched my heat through my thin, soaked panties.

Loki broke our kiss so he could speak. ‘’My, my, is my queen aroused?’’ Loki chuckled quietly, his breath landing on my lips. My cheeks heated and I nodded, desperate for his touch that never left me disappointed.

He teased me by stroking his fingers against my slit. I gulped and realized I had to hold onto something. So I grabbed him by his shoulders and prepared myself for what was to come. He used his other hand to grab my jaw so I had to face him. The stern look was back on his ridiculously handsome face.

The next thing I knew was that he pushed my underwear aside and he pressed his fingers against my needy clit. A shiver ran down my spine and a wave of please hit me. Loki circled his fingers swiftly, making me melt for him. I struggled to keep quiet in here. After all, if I’d moan as loudly as in his bedroom, the entire castle would be filled with echo.

Loki used his magic and suddenly his fingertips were ice cold. The sensation of the cold meeting my hotness was blissful. I bit my lower lip harshly, drawing blood as I struggled to shut up. ‘’Don’t fight it’’ Loki whispered and I realized how darkly he was looking at me. His eyes had a shadow and his smile was vicious in a good way.

Out of the blue, Loki slid two of his long fingers inside me. That’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. A loud moan left mouth and it echoed. My eyes widened and I tried to cover my mouth with my own hands, only to realize I couldn’t move them. Something was around my wrists. I glanced at my hands and saw handcuffs attached to chains. Loki had totally planned this!

His fingers felt incredible inside of me, rubbing against my wet walls with just the amount of pressure I craved and a little more. ‘’Oh, fuck Loki!’’ I whimpered out in awe, rocking my hips in the rhythm of his fingers. ‘’That’s right, say it again. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good’’ He growled with a raspy voice, suddenly eager to make me scream out his name.

I was in ecstasy as his fingers sunk inside of me and then pulled out, only to hit the sweet spot again and again. I attempted to drown my moans but Loki did everything in his power to make me moan as loudly as possible. A few whimpers escaped past my lips and I began to breathe sharply.

The pleasure he gave me was simply overwhelming. Loki curved his fingers inside me, only adding pressure to the spot I loved. I could feel my arousal soaking his entire hand and probably his pants as well. ‘’Oh my..’’ I gasped and gulped, happy to feel the knot in my stomach forming.

‘‘Come on dear, scream’‘ Loki whispered into my ear which caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. ‘‘It feels so good’‘ I moaned to him, wanting more but I was afraid I’d cause the guards to run inside in worry. I most certainly didn’t want to alarm anyone.

‘‘You’re close, I can feel it. You’re getting tighter’‘ Loki told me darkly. I nodded and cursed a few words underneath my breath. My brain was overpowered by the amazing feeling. As Loki finger fucked me on the throne, my wetness became evident. I could hear how much I needed him.

A smile appeared on my face as I thought about this. It was a very dirty and naughty thing to do, on the throne. But the rush it gave me was astonishing. ‘’Come on’’ Loki growled and added pressure, causing me to flinch. I squeezed his shoulders hard and gritted my teeth together.

His cold fingers hit my sweet spot hard, sending such a strong sense of pleasure through me and each time, he pushed me closer to the edge. After a few moments, I let go and felt as my orgasm approached me like a gift.

My walls clenched around his fingers and suddenly, I grew overly sensitive. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I couldn’t think for a moment. ‘’Loki! Yes..oh fuck yes’’ I screamed out his name. He seemed pleased as he accomplished that and for a while, I didn’t mind at all. Loki pulled out his fingers but it didn’t stop there.

He rubbed my pulsing clit slowly, making my entire body tremble. I flinched a couple times and tears stung my eyes because it felt so fucking amazing. ‘’You’re so gorgeous when you cum’’ Loki let me know, his words messing with my brain ever more. I focused on his fingers that made me feel like a true Goddess.

He let me ride down my orgasm before he pulled back his fingers. Then he held me on his lap, allowing me to gather myself before he’d do anything else. A few warm tears rolled down my face but they were happy tears. Loki didn’t notice until I sniffled. It caught his attention quickly.

‘‘Are you alright?’‘ He pried seriously and made me face him. I cracked a smile and nodded. The powerful orgasm had knocked me over and I was exhausted. ‘‘I’m more than alright’‘ I giggled and that made him happy. ‘‘Good. I thought I had hurt you which would never be my intention’‘ He admitted quietly and petted my hair again. I loved this. Loki was never soft to others. He was rarely like this to me but these few moments always melted my heart.

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Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I’m going to burn in hell for this but it’s worth it :)

I knew you were trouble

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Sweet pea x reader

Summary; You’re a northsider on southside territory and get yourself in ‘trouble’

Warnings; choking, anal, spanking, dirty talk, slightly dub-con, very dominant Sweet Pea

A/N; an anon requested some rough Sweet Pea and that’s exactly what you got so say your prayers and prepare for this unholiness 😏 (honestly, this could’ve been more rough but I’m happy with this so maybe a second part that’s even filthier?) PART 2



Going to a bar alone at night on the southside of Riverdale was not such a good idea. Especially when you’re a northsider.

Everything happening in Riverdale right now was just too much to handle so a moment alone with a drink sounded perfect. Even if the only place you could get a drink was the Whyte Wyrm.

The bar was kinda crowded but fortunately, you had found a table in a secluded corner and no one paid attention to you. Or so you thought.


After your second drink, you weren’t drunk but the strong alcohol was starting to create a small buzz so you didn’t notice the tall boy approaching you.

“Now is not the best time for a northsider to be in the southside, Y/N, is it?”, a deep voice came from behind you and you turned in surprise to see Jughead’s friend, Sweet Pea and a couple of his minion friends. You had met him a few times and he was good looking but that was about it.

“And why is that?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice steady under the boys intense stare.

“Just because your boy declared war between us”, he explained with an emotionless face.

“The mayor’s not a boy and I wouldn’t call this situation a war”, you told him, trying to focus back on your drink.

“Oh, so you don’t know?”, Sweet pea chuckled a little and your face twisted in confusion.

“I’m not talking about the mayor. I’m talking about the red headed football player who just pulled a gun on us”, he said and your mouth fell a little open.

“Archie did what?”, you asked in total confusion. That didn’t sound like the boy you had known for years but there’s wasn’t another red haired boy in the football team.

“Believe it or not, I don’t care, but I do think it’s best for you to leave”, he said and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why should I? I didn’t pull a gun on anyone and I don’t have anything against the southside”, you told him, trying to seem as confident as you could but paranoia hit you and you felt like everyone in the bar was after you. Maybe it was his words or maybe the alcohol, or both?

“The southside doesn’t care. Cmon now, we’ll escort you out”, Sweet Pea offered a hand to you.

“Thanks but no thanks. I came here to get drinks and I’m not finished with this one yet”, you said and refused his hand with a small smirk. This made him smirk also as he leaned towards you, his other hand on the table and the other on the chairs back, trapping you in your spot.

“I’d come with us now, the others here aren’t so understanding. Besides, I bet your ginger boy is missing you so you better run back to him before someone else decides to have a little fun with you”, he told you in a low voice and you shuddered. His closeness and voice were intimidating but at the same time arousing and he was sexy as hell. You had to take a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I just told you that I’m not leaving. And if you’re referring to yourself with this fun, I’d rather go with my ginger”, you said with smirk of your own. You didn’t have anything going on with Archie but he didn’t have to know that. The two minions behind Sweet Pea were trying to hold back their laughter and you waited for Sweet Pea to make you leave instantly but he only smirked at you with a devilish glint his eyes.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what fun is before you experience it with me”, he whispered into your ear and you felt a chill go down your spine and the wetness between your legs was undeniable.

“Im sure the fun you have with yourself in your dark bedroom is the highlight of your day but now that I think of it, I think I will leave to go have some fun with an actual person”, you said and stood up. At this point, the boys behind Sweet Pea were holding their stomachs for laughing so hard. You didn’t know where all of this was coming from and it might have been stupid to throw some shade on a gang member but you couldn’t stop yourself as you felt horny about his dominant attitude. A little flirting wouldn’t hurt, right?

You couldn’t even take a step from the chair as Sweet Pea hadn’t moved and he was roughly pushing you against the wall behind you with his body, bringing his face so close to your face that you could feel his breath against your lips and you wanted so bad to kiss him. The boys behind him had stopped laughing and it caused a tiny fear in you as they knew he wasn’t playing anymore.

“You just made a big mistake”, he said, looking down at your lips as you dragged your lower lip between your teeth, masking your fear as you felt the wetness between your legs growing.

“I was hoping you’d be my next big mistake”, you flirted and a huge smirk spread on his face. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you with lust in his eyes and after a long moment, he finally spoke.

“Come with me”, he simply said after touching the exposed skin on your chest, dragging down to slightly brush over you nipple, making it instantly harden as you weren’t wearing a bra and then he started to walk up a near staircase. You didn’t even hesitate to follow as the two boys cleared a path for you.

Sweet Pea lead you to a door that he opened and waited for you to step in before he did too and closed the door behind you. You eyed the room and it was simple, just a bed, an old cabinet and a table, aside from some led lights here and there on the walls, making the room glow in red and purple colors.

“So this is where you play with yourself?”, you said and couldn’t hold back the smirk.

“I think it’s time for us to put that smart mouth of yours to better use”, he said, ignoring your little comment. You started to walk towards him and when you reached him, you dragged your fingers lightly from his wrist up to his neck and then to his lips. Sweet Pea was starting to breath heavily as your lips started to near his but you stopped right before they could make contact and then turned around with a light giggle. But he stopped you from walking away by grabbing your wrist tightly.

“Oh no, babygirl, I think you’ve got it wrong. It’s actually cute that you think you’re in charge”, he told chuckled lightly, making you even more excited. He then lifted you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs around his body and he pushed your back against the wall and brought his face close to your again, but still not making contact.

“You sure you wanna do this? Betray your northside friends by being with a southsider and a Serpent?”, he asked, but it wasn’t really a question, more of a tease.

“I said I wanted you to be my next mistake. I’m still hoping for the big part to be true”, you told him with a smirk as you finally connected your lips and he instantly kissed you back. His tongue battled with yours for dominance but you knew he’d win so you gave up and he hummed in satisfaction. Then he bit your lip, not hard but hard enough for you to gasp silently as he drew it back before releasing. After your little make out, he stepped back from the wall, turned around and threw you on the bed. Another gasp escaped from you at his roughness but it was just making you even more turned on.

“Ready for the fun to start?”, he asked with a smirk after removing his shirt. You couldn’t keep your eyes from his gorgeous upper body.

“Oh, it’s not over? I thought that was the best you got”, you said referring to the heated kissing as couldn’t help yourself with your comments, they were clearly getting to him and you wanted some rough sex and your words were your way of getting just that.

“You’re just making this worse for yourself, baby”, he told you and you knew he was doing exactly what you wanted, a little provoking was doing the trick. But you didn’t know that your words were unnecessary as you had no idea what kind of a person you were actually dealing with.

“Hit me with your best shot”, you provoked him just a little more and he lost it.

“Just remember, you chose this mistake”, he said with an evil glint in his eyes and there was a small flash of fear in you. Maybe this really was a mistake? But you didn’t have any time to think about it as Sweet Pea was pulling his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his already hard cock to you. And you had gotten exact what you wished for. He wasn’t big, he was huge. You weren’t new to big dicks but this was the next level. It was thick but not too thick but the length was amazing.

“That’s not gonna fit”, the words slipped from your mouth before your brains registered them.

“Scared? I thought you wanted something big, but don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”, he smirked and stood next to the bed, forcing you to lay on your stomach on the edge.

“Open wide”, he commanded and you gulped before doing so. You flattened you tongue as he pushed his cock in your mouth as deep as he could and it wasn’t even halfway in before you gagged.

“Cmon babe, you can take it”, he cooed and gripped your hair to push in deeper as you started to choke, tears starting to roll from your eyes. You were trying to balance yourself on the edge of the bed and trying to focus on pleasing him but you were struggling.

“You like choking on my cock? This is what you get for not controlling what comes out of your mouth”, he laughed darkly as he slapped your cheek not-so-lightly, making his cock twitch. There was no possibility to answer him and drool was starting to drip from your mouth as he thrusted into your throat. It started to get to the point where you had to push him away so you wouldn’t vomit and luckily, he let you. You had to take a moment to breathe.

“I like it rough but I’m not gonna hurt you”, Sweet Pea said.

“What if I want it to hurt?”, you questioned silently but he heard you as he had a sinister smirk on his face.

“Damn, you’re my kinda girl, I can’t believe we haven’t met before”, he replied and you smiled at his small talk in this situation.

“Don’t be gentle”, you encouraged him as you pulled your shirt off to reveal your naked chest.

“Trust me, I won’t be”, he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he started to pull your pants off.

“Come lay on my lap”, he ordered as he sat at the edge of the bed. You did as told and your hands were resting against his thighs and your knees almost touching the floor as you were positioned like a child about to get spanked for misbehaving, and you were, but not in a childish way. He caressed your ass with his big hand a few times before spanking it, hard.

“Bad girls get spanked”, he simply said and repeated his actions again and again and again until your ass was definitely gonna have a bruise on it. He slapped you one last time before pressing his fingers at you covered entrance.

“God, you’re soaking through your panties”, he chuckled as he pulled the fabric aside and pushed his thumb in, pressing your g-spot and his index and middle finger went to rub on your clit as you moaned in pleasure. He fingered you for a moment and you were starting to feel your orgasm forming but he pulled out.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming before me”, he said and pushed you up and back to lay on the bed on you back. He then removed your panties and spread your legs and lowered himself between them. He licked your clit a few times before getting up and positioning himself with your entrance. You huffed out in annoyance at his little tease.

“Patience”, he smirked before starting to push in. His hands were on either side of your torso and you gripped his biceps to brace for his huge cock. He kept pushing and you started to feel a little pain, but not enough to hurt, just to make things exciting. As he still kept pushing, you started to move around, trying to adjust to his length.

“It’s not even in and you’re already squirming like the devil is in you”, Sweet Pea laughed at you and you hoped the color didn’t drain from your face.

“It’s not even in?!”, you almost yelled.

“No, but now it is”, he smirked evilly as he pushed himself in fully and a small scream escaped your mouth.

“Good girl, take my cock”, he said lowly and you enjoyed his roughness and dirty talk. He didn’t give you any time to adjust as he started to fuck you with force, pushing deep with every thrust. Moans filled the room and you were again starting to reach your peak and that’s when a hand snaked around your throat and squeezed.

“Remember, don’t cum before me”, he reminded and started to pound into you without mercy as he kept his grip around your throat.

In the middle of the relentless pounding, he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over on your knees and hands and without a word, continued to push into your already used pussy. He gripped your hair and pulled your head back as lowered himself a little to speak into your ear.

“I’m gonna ruin you”, he said and got back up, deepening his thrusts even more and slapped your already sore ass.

Once again, you were close to cumming but remembered his words and tried to control yourself but failed. Sweet Pea chuckled after you finished and pulled out.

“You got only yourself to blame for this”, he said and you frowned at him in confusion. But you knew what he meant when you felt his cock at your asshole.

“No, don’t, I’ll break”, you said with a little panic in your voice.

“Scream for me”, he whispered as he pushed in. And you screamed.

Your pussy juices on his cock made it easier to slide in but the stretch was causing pain and you tried to take it but you could only scream as he kept pushing and pushing until he was finally in and he didn’t give you any time to adjust with your ass either as he started to thrust into you.

Your screams slowly turned into moans and another orgasm was forming when he bent to pinch your nipples.

“Cum”, Sweet Pea demanded right before you did exactly that and he released himself inside your ass. You hissed a little when he pulled himself out of you and you both fell onto the bed.

“Was that fun enough for you?”, he questioned with a smile, the first actual smile you had seen on him.

“Well, I think Archie could’ve done better”, you lied, wanting to tease him.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire”, he chuckled as he pulled you into his side and kissed your temple. You were slightly surprised about his affections but in a positive way.

“You’re not a big mistake, I mean, big, yes but, mistake, no”, you said, feeling extremely drawn to the boy.

“So you’ll switch your Weasley to me?”, he asked and now you were really surprised. You didn’t get to answer when you heard your phone ringing. You quickly picked it up from your pants pocket from the floor and saw Archie’s name on the screen. Hesitating a little before answering, you saw Sweet Pea glance at your phone but he didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Arch, what’s up?”, you said, trying to sound casual. Archie asked you where you were but you didn’t wanna tell him, he was just gonna yell at you. But you didn’t have to say anything as Sweet Pea took the phone from you.

“Hey, Arch”, he mimicked your words but ended them with a chuckle.

“Listen, we just had the most amazing sex with Y/N here, so she’s gonna have to call you back later ‘cause you’re kinda ruining the moment”, he said and hung up the phone and your mouth fell open at his bluntness.

“You did not just…”, you started but couldn’t finish as Sweet Pea started to laugh.

“I definitely did”, he laughed and soon, you joined him. After a long laugh, you finally decided to reveal Sweet Pea your little secret.

“By the way, I never had anything with Archie so I’m all yours”, you said and waited for him to say something but he only kissed you.

“I know”, he whispered.

Fan-Meet | BTS Reaction

Summary: You go to a fan meeting, finally getting your chance to see the man you loved - after being away for so long with work and everything, your relationship had only been through a number of Skype and phone calls, along with a few Snapchats and texts. You haven’t informed the member that you were coming today, so you hoped to shock them.

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Jin: His eyes would widen considerably as you knelt down on the opposite side of the table and smiled sweetly at him. “Hey Jinnie.” you spoke his pet name and he immediately stood up and walked quickly around the table to the other side so now you were looking up at him from the same side as you were on, still knelt down

“You came…” he said, his voice shaking a little “You didn’t say anything.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” you held out a small box towards him and he opened it and instantly hugged you at what was inside - a bracelet with the initials of you and him together.

“I love it.” you were sure he was crying now as he hugged you and as he pulled back, you were right. His face was red and wet from his tears and the fans behind were all yelling “Awh~” and suddenly they started chanting ‘Kiss!’. Jin didn’t waste any time, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately - making sure everyone in the room, members, fans and staff alike could see.

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The Secret Book Club Part 6

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Flirting, boners, filthy cocktails, bump n grind and a very naughty Loki

Words: 2995

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

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yoongi scenario | stuck on you

Originally posted by acciosugas

While wrapping gifts you end up super gluing your hand to Yoongi’s… not completely on accident…

prompt: I can’t wrap Christmas presents to save my life, but you’re amazing at it. Please help me!

pairing: yoongi x reader

requested by anon | 3.2k words | fluff, neighbour au


Why is gift wrapping so difficult? Why is wrapping paper so flimsy? Why are gifts such irregular shapes? Why is sellotape so hard to cut? And why is the whole palaver such an embarrassment when you can’t do it properly, crossing the corridor to the apartment across from yours with shamed red cheeks, as you knock on the door and ask desperately, “Could you possibly help me? I might have tied my hands together with ribbon…”

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“You Love Me?”

Title: “You Love Me?”

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: angst, profanity, mentions of aids, mentions of neglectful parents.

Prompt: F13: “you love me?” “You have no idea.”

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier.

You’d known him since your diaper days - toddling about together, plump thighs and sticky mouths, with both of your parents watching - your’s attentively, Richie’s listlessly, bored, looking as though they wanted to be anywhere other than watching their only child take his first steps.

Growing up, shared rattle toys became shared peanut-butter sandwiches or bright-coloured hairclips pilfered from your mother’s china dish. Richie loved to wear those hairclips, more than even you. He’d stick an assortment of them into his unruly web of dark curls, specks of pink and lime and chrome swathed in a brunette tide.

Richie had always been… spacey, almost. From the first time, in third grade, you could cross the road on your own (“be very careful, Y/n. Remember to look both ways, and stop and listen for any cars, and never, ever cross on a bend.”) Richie’s parents gave no such forewarning, and it was with cheery ignorance he sauntered right into the - albeit, quiet - road on Monday morning.

Your hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar in childish alarm. “What are you doing? We have to look both ways first!”

“Oh yeah,” he returned cheerfully. “I forgot.”

Brushing off your scandalised look, he pointedly craned his neck left, then right, and then took your hand in his and pulled you from the curb with no warning. You shrieked at him all the way over the asphalt, sure a car would come from nowhere and career into you. When you scrambled onto the sidewalk on the opposite side, you ripped your hand from a giggling Richie’s grasp.

“That wasn’t funny!” you said shrilly. “I told you, we have to be careful when we cross a road, else we’ll both be hit by cars!”

“What happens when you get hit by a car?” Richie countered thoughtfully, as the two of you began walking. You paused to think, chewing your lip.

“We end up flat as pancakes, and the police have to peel us off the road,” you eventually returned triumphantly, but if your aim was to deter Richie, it backfired.

“Cool! I want to be a pancake!” declared the boy enthusiastically, but you merely shot him a frosty look and dragged him through the school gates.

You were there when Richie got his glasses, and the teasing started. Sneering jibes of “four-eyes” were brushed off, kids asking how many fingers they were holding up deflected with ease. You worried for Richie, the sensitive soul that you were, but he only ever laughed about it.

You were there when his parents stopped calling when they weren’t going to come home that night. Before, it was apologetic phone calls (“Richard, sweetie, we’re so sorry, the most silly thing - your father enjoyed himself a little too much at the gathering, you know how he likes his currant wine, only we thought it best to stay at the hotel tonight.”)

You found him hunched up by the side-table where the phone stood. The house was dark and cold - the heating wasn’t on. Richie looked like he hadn’t moved in years, a statue gathering dust, huddled against the wood of the table. You flurried around, snapping the lights on, straining to reach the boiler on tiptoe and turning the dial all the way up before scooting over to Richie and crossing your legs anxiously.

“What’s wrong, Richie?” you inquired. “Where are your parents?”

A pure stab of shock flashed through you at his sudden sob. Tears dripped down his screwed-up face, and when he spoke, his voice trembled. “I don’t know.”

Eventually, after a few phone calls, it was discovered that they were in New Jersey for an open evening of his father’s business. Richie stared at you, stricken, as you solemnly recited what the lady on the phone had told you. “But why didn’t they tell me?” he whispered. You didn’t know the answer to that, so you hugged him instead. He smelled of apple suckers and loneliness.

You were there in fourth grade when Richie discarded his mismatched sweaters and jeans for bright eyesores of Hawaiin shirts and jean-shorts and colourful sneakers. He traded his thin, wiry black glasses for thick red ones that made his eyes looked three times their normal size (you noticed what a pretty brown those irises were, then). He was there when your love for rainbow ponchos and ballet skirts and bracelets with bells on them faded in favour of garish maroons and olives and navies, overalls and sandals and short-shorts. He still wore the hairclips, sometimes - the dark red one that was always his favourite. The rest he kept in a small pot under his bed, along with a photo of you and him grinning toothily in first grade, tucked safe under the velvet lid.

You were there when Henry Bowers, held back for the third year running, decked him for the first time. He called Bowers a “son of a motherless whore” - something impressive-sounding he’d overheard on TV - when he saw him laying into the tiny asthmatic kid from world history. It hadn’t ended well, and you ended up wiping the blood from his nose and lips and teeth. He smiled sheepishly as you scolded him, but his apology was real as the blood staining the tissues. And another plus - from that day, you had three new friends. Stuttering Bill and Eddie Spaghetti and Stan the Man. You five were united as outcasts, not exactly a force to be reckoned with but certainly one that required brief consideration before attempting said reckoning - or whatever.

And in fifth grade, Richie hit some sort of tipping point.

He grew louder and more foul-mouthed, more enthusiastic in his spastic movements, and far more inclined to disrupt a class or smoke in the toilets or flunk school entirely. Then the remarks filtered in - intrusive and suggestive, comments on your legs or your chest or your mom. It annoyed you to no end, but you could think of no way to make him stop. Every time you snarked him or socked him on the shoulder, it made him slightly wilder, a shit-eating grin cracking his face in two - until you remembered something you’d seen once on telly. A man and a woman, and the man talked a lot. Whenever he talked too much, the woman would press a big red button that made a loud “BEEP BEEP” sound.

So, when the next remark came - “Hey Y/n - you have any other hobbies, ‘cept for being my own personal bicycle?” - you stared him dead in the eye and countered solemnly, “beep beep, Richie.”

He gaped at you like a fish out of water, speechless for the first time in years. “Did - did you just - beep me?”

From then on, it seemed to work to shut him down.

But it wasn’t until four months ago - when Georgie went missing, and you met Bev and Mike and Ben, and IT chased normalcy from your life did things between you and Richie start to shift.

You wanted to be with him every second - he was the longest-standing memory you had, the boy with hairclips in his curls who watered your head like a flower the first day of second grade. He was the one who poked your cheeks and called you “bubs” and yanked your ponytail and drew obscene images on your hand in permanent marker. He was the one who spent 70% of his time sleeping round your house when the silence of his was unbearable, who held you sombrely when you cried and cursed at the toughest of bullies in your honour. Richie was, to say with a flair for the dramatic, your life - mapped out in dark hair and freckles and lime sneakers, your other half.

The first time you wanted to kiss him was after the blood oath.

You hissed in pain as you wiped your hands absently on your black shorts. Richie walked beside you, gazing at the jagged cut on his palm with avid interest.

“I swear you can get AIDS from doing shit like this,” Richie commented as the both of you reached your bikes discarded in the grass.

You huffed a laugh. “Probably - but don’t go telling Eddie that.”

“Please. He’d convulse and die on the spot,” Richie scoffed, swinging a leg over the leather saddle. “So, where’ll it be, sweetcheeks?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “I’m kind of in the mood to not think about anything. You wanna head to the arcade?”

Two hours later, pumped up on blue-raspberry Slushies with fingers cramping from the buttons and levers you’d been busy stabbing and yanking, you and Richie sat in a greasy-spoon café, snacking out of a shared basket of cheesy fries as the sky darkened outside the window.

“What d’you think’ll happen now?” Richie asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” You swallowed your fries, reaching for your Pepsi to wash it down.

“Now IT’s dead. Kaput, bitch. No more missing kids, no more hallucinations, no more freaky fuckin’ clowns.” Richie heaved a sigh. “Cause I don’t think everything will just magically go back to the way it was.”

“No,” you mused in agreement. “No, you’re probably right.”

“‘Cept for us,” Richie beamed suddenly. “We’re inseparable, right?”

You grinned. “You bet, Tozier. For better or for worse.”

You looked at him - skin illuminated by the softly-glowing neon lights from the sign outside, the contours of his face sharply shadowed, hair a black, untameable mess as ever - and the urge to kiss him took you so fiercely, it almost knocked you off your chair. You swallowed your mouthful of fries too quickly in your shock, and one ended up dislodged in your throat. You choked and wheezed, and Richie unhelpfully thumped you on the back until you’d swallowed the damn thing.

“Jesus Christ,” he commented. “Y/n, if you wanted something to choke on, you could’ve just asked.”

A week ago, the comment would be met with an eye-roll; now it only made a flush climb your face, and you took a long swig of your iced Pepsi to ward off the redness.

The first time you actually kissed Richie Tozier was two months later.

It was midnight, but sleep troubled you not. You sat wide-awake, flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, when a sudden tap like long nails on wood made you start violently. Clambering to your feet, you glanced at your window; sure enough, a second later, a pebble hit the glass pane and bounced off again, and you sighed, picking your way over and opening it wide.

“Throwing pebbles, Romeo?” you called down teasingly. Richie glared up at you.

“Can I come up?”

You jerked your head in affirmation. At this point, your parents were so used to you going to bed alone and coming down in the morning with Richie, you didn’t even have to worry.

You slid the ladder out the window until it touched solid ground, then went back to your bed. A minute later, Richie’s face appeared at your open window, and he hauled himself in with all the grace of a sack of wet concrete.

You frowned as the scents of - was that wine? Wine and perfume - wafted in after him. He was also wearing a suit - a suit - but the illusion of whatever formality he’d been going for ended at his hair; looping black curls in total disarray, a soft tide of dark hair held back by a lone red hairclip.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” you eventually managed to choke out.

“My parents are home,” he answered non-communally. “And they decided to host a fucking mixer at our house tonight. So I was forced to wear this bullshit thing -“ he plucked at the suit in disgust “-and I only just managed to get away.”

“Wow.” Your eyes caught the red hairclip glinting amongst the soft web of dark curls. “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

His hand skittered up to trace the clip absently. “My final act of defiance,” he chuckled weakly, before sinking down to sit on the carpet with heavy shoulders and clasped hands.

“Why are they such assholes, Y/n?” he asked suddenly. “I don’t know if I mortally offended them as in infant, or some shit like that - but even if I did, I still wouldn’t know, because they don’t talk to me. I don’t get it. Why have a kid if - if you’re not gonna-“ He waved his hands around in frustration, as if he could wring some meaning from the sentence if he hit at it enough.

“I don’t know, Richie,” you sighed, sliding off the bed and scooting closer until you sat toe-to-toe with the despairing boy. “I wish - I wish I could help you.”

Finally, he looked up; the tear tracks on his face glistened faintly as he smiled - not a smirk, or a shit-eating grin - a real smile that tore a hole in his chest and let all the dully-glowing fragments of the real Richie spill out for you to see. “You already have,” he answered softly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. “But there’s gotta be more I can do. Damnit, Richie, I love you, so much and it fucking kills me to see you just - just take this shit.”

Richie stared at you, stricken. “You love me?”

You scoffed lightly, your face softening. “You have no idea.”

“But…” Richie was struggling to finish a coherent sentence. “Do you love me like - like the kid the split your granola bars with in second grade or do you love me like a…” Again with the wild hand gestures. “Y’know?”

A laugh bubbled through your lips. “Who says it can’t be both?”

As he opened his mouth to retort, you covered it with yours.

It was chaste and clumsy, but the chaps on his lips felt just right against the smoothness of yours, and the squeak of surprise he made at the embrace was swallowed. You could feel the heat of his cheeks and the flutter of his eyelashes and the firm beat of his heart all in that one, fleeting moment your lips touched.

And even as you pulled back, you felt him still. He was stammering in a way that’d give Bill a run for his money, but you could only smile.

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier - but right now was one of the rare, blissful seconds reality was better than dreams.

Puck Me [E.D]

picture: g-e-dolan

Summary: Ethan was a popular hockey player at your school. After you get ditched at one of his games, he offers a ride to his place, where something you least expect happens.

Words: 4.4k

Warning: Smut, hockey!ethan 😍

A/N: The Walls by Chase Atlantic IS THIS SHITS SONG. I’ve spent too much time on this and I still think it sucks but hopefully its readable! DEDICATED TO MY ETHAN GIRLS (BC IT AINT ME) ITS WHAT U DESERVE ✨✨


“You’re a piece of shit, Ethan Dolan.”

You pressed your lips tightly together when you heard your friend, Felicity, make a scene in front of everyone. Why? Because she had just gotten rejected by the captain of the hockey team directly after one of his games - a game that she had forced you to come to, simply for this reason.

After telling that to Ethan in such an evil way, who by the way seemed to only try to be nice and say that no, he wasn’t interested, she stalked off.

When you turned to try and leave out of the crowd to follow your ride home, you were unaware of the eyes on you.

Ethan found you through the entire crowd almost immediately, and kept his attention on you as you slowly disappeared. His eyes softened and his throat clogged up, because that was the weird thing he felt whenever you were in the same room as him.

He had to be brought back to reality by one of his teammates, who was laughing at what just happened with Felicity. And once Ethan let out a fake smile and went to try and find you again, you were gone.

It had been raining a lot after the hockey game, and you practically being a loner, didn’t have many friends besides the one girl that asked you to come. So after walking for quite a few blocks, there you stood, trying to cover yourself up from the wind and the rain while keeping your steps forward, even as the wind nearly blew you away.

Then, Ethan Dolan himself appeared.

He was popular, way more popular than you and Felicity combined. He was often a flirt, not with you though, so it was weird for him to be nice and offer a ride. It was a different thing to see.

You took his offer, seeing as you’d probably die if you continued your lengthy walk home - and sat in Ethan’s truck quietly. He didn’t speak much, simply blasted his music and the heaters for you before starting the journey to his house, where he offered even more help since it was much closer and the rain was too dangerous to be driving in at the moment.

“Game was nice,” you had decided to say at some point out of pure braveness.

Ethan raised a brow and turned to quickly glance at you, not expecting to have you speak to him. "Friendly game.”

“Congrats,” You said anyway. Ethan didn’t respond then, instead silently making a turn. “When did you get hurt?” You asked when you noticed the bruises on his hands, more specifically on his knuckles as they tightened around the steering wheel. They were beet red, forming into purple, with slight cuts here and there. A part of you wanted to lean in and hold them.

“Practice.”

“Oh.” Weird.

Not much of a talker, it seemed. You were conflicted, seeing him laughing and being weird around all of his friends and his twin brother 24/7 during school hours. That’s why he was so well-known, also because he was captain and was incredibly attractive nonetheless. You weren’t even much of a talker either, but it was better than the awkward silence unfolding and would continue on if you were going to stay over. You sort of wanted to know why he’d done this for someone like you; someone out of his league and far away from his clique.

You were at a red light near his neighborhood when he finally spoke again. You were completely unaware of how nervous he actually was, but he was Ethan; he hid it all too well.

“Hey you’re… you’re friends with that Felicity girl, right?”

You averted your eyes, remembering the scene she made when he rejected her right outside of the rink with his teammates surrounding him. It was cringe-worthy and you felt sorry for him. You could tell he was trying to be nice and at least he was honest instead of leading her on and breaking her heart later on. “I guess. Why?”

Ethan made a face that was like a half smirk, his high cheekbones showing. “Nothing, just wondering.”

You got to his house before you could question him, and that was that.

Okay…

He let you in after you both ran, then he let you dry off, and your heart leaped when he disappeared for a bit to go and lend you his yellow and black jersey. It felt warm, soft, and looked large enough to fit you as a dress.

“Your jersey?” You asked, confused.

Ethan shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah… it’s not sweaty or anything, I just washed it. Thought you’d like to change.”

You giggled, blushing at the fact that he probably could have gone for a regular white t-shirt. Nope, he went for his famous jersey. “Good to know…” You didn’t tear your eyes away from him, and he didn’t either. His gaze was killing you, he was making you melt right on the spot, and it didn’t help the fact that he was wearing black basketball shorts, and a tight Nike shirt to showcase his muscles and large hands.

“Bathroom’s right over there,” he simply stated, like he didn’t care anymore, and pointed to the door.

Nodding, you went over and changed out of your wet clothes.

The jersey went down to mid-thigh, and it smelled just like him. You couldn’t deny the fact that you liked Ethan, maybe a little, but you didn’t say anything due to Felicity. Now you were at his house after he rejected her? Crazy.

“Um…” You stepped out, and when Ethan turned from the fridge, he nearly dropped his Gatorade bottle at the sight.

It took a while for him to get back to reality, going to scratch the back of his head. “Right, shit, sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Totally flew by me.”

“It’s fine… comfy actually with no pants on,” you said, lifting the jersey up a bit, unaware of Ethan getting turned on when he caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties and the curve of your hipbone. He let out a breath, lips parting when he saw the way your long smooth legs went on for miles, suddenly thinking about them being wrapped around his shoulders as he–

“Looks good on you,” Ethan complimented, voice deep and husky.

Shit, you thought. “Thanks…”

He pried his eyes away before you could notice anything in his eyes, and then you stepped forward like nothing. You sat down on the couch, while Ethan tried to stop a hard-on from happening when you put your legs up to showcase your thighs and a part of your ass. You were so petite, innocent.

Ethan went for the cup of hot coco that he had been making for you and went to hand it to you, sitting down next to you and turning the television on. Your heart softened when you sipped on the hot coco, both of you watching the tv in silence up until you had to place your cup down and ask him something.

“Why did you ask about Felicity? Did you actually want to say yes to her? Because it’s cool if you did.”

Ethan furrowed his perfect brows. “Yeah. I mean, no.” He sighed. “Yes, I meant to say no, but…” His gaze went to yours, and even though it made your palms sweaty, you were so oblivious. Ethan wasn’t good at this, he was only good at sex. "Why were you even there?“

"Excuse me?”

“You’re not the type to, or at least I didn’t think you were…”

You looked at him for a few seconds. “You don’t even know my name, Ethan Dolan.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said without missing a beat, causing you to snap your neck back in his direction. “Yeah, I know you. I know that you sit all the way at the front in my Spanish class, I know that you’re one of the top students in our grade, I know that Felicity dragged your ass to my game because I never see you there. I know that she ditched you because of me.”

You froze at his words, heart swelling as you took a moment to look at his lips.

“I know that you like to keep to yourself because you constantly have your headphones in during lunch. I know that you got your appendix removed a little before we hit 8th grade, which is why you didn’t do your tests or came to Talia’s party.” He took a pause - his eyes never leaving yours - letting out a chuckle next that made you shiver. “I know that I punched the fuck out of my teammate in the locker rooms for constatly talking about fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly, goose bumps arising all over your arms. “You got suspended…” You remembered, now looking down at his bruised knuckles that made a whole lot more sense than him frustratingly punching the ice on the rink or something during ‘practice’.

“Oh yeah, he didn’t stop even when I came back. Kept testing me.”

You were speechless, your heart going absolutely crazy that you were so sure it was about to leap out of your chest from what you were hearing.

“I didn’t enjoy him talking about you like that, because I didn’t want to fucking picture it.”

Ethan was sitting forward now, his elbows on his knees, and a pissed off look on his face.

“And you in my jersey is just…” he let out a dry chuckle, sitting back and rubbing his thighs. You looked down and noticed the tattoos on him, suddenly growing aroused at the thought of straddling them. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Before you could question him and his weird behaviors yet again, he went in as close as he could to be able to kiss you, hard. It was a rough kiss, yet his lips were softer than ever. They were plump, full, and you happily kissed back with your hands automatically going up to run through his soft dark hair. He was an incredible kisser, easily slipping his tongue in to dominate yours, the tiny bits of facial hair scraping against your skin when he went to grip you and move you to straddle his lap.

There, he continued on with his heavy kissing, pulling you as close as possible with his hands on your hips, wrapping his arms easily around your entire waist.

Once you subconsciously moved your crotch against his, his hands cautiously headed down until they were placed on your round ass. His palms were smooth running over the soft skin of your cheeks, getting a good feel of them and loving how well you fit in his hands. He squeezed both when one of your own hands was placed on his thigh, taking the second to pull away.

“You ever done this before?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” You not-so-innocently stated, looking at him and rubbing at his lip with the tip of your finger. “Don’t stop.”

Ethan didn’t expect that, but it only made him grow harder beneath you. “Fuck.”

He leaned forward to smash his lips again with yours, already missing the feeling, and then proceeded to help you grind down a little harder on his dick so that you could feel him through the clothes separating you two. He stood to his feet with you in his arms right away due to him being impatient, easily carrying your body without losing contact of your lips and heading towards his bedroom as best as his memory could help him. You had placed your hands on his cheeks, fingers grazing his famous jawline that all the girls drooled over, as well as the tiny bits of hair adorning his features. You kissed him like your life depended on it, holding onto him as his warm, large body engulfed yours like they were both perfect for one another.

You let out a tiny squeal when he practically threw you onto his bed, though. Your body hopped a bit against the mattress, and you could’ve sworn you saw Ethan’s light eyes turn much darker when he saw you there, ready for you to take him. You left your legs wide open, your pink panties showing him the wet patch on you - which drove him wild. He shook his head lightly to himself and then reached back to the neck of his shirt, slipping the entire thing off of him.

You’d heard the stories, a lot of different stories about this boy, but at that moment you didn’t care. His body was everything you loved in a man, beautiful skin, hard abdomen, wide shoulders. You nearly moaned at the thought of his hands and back muscles.

Before you knew it, Ethan had gone back down to press his chest against yours, giving you a peck on the lips before biting down on your bottom lip and latching onto it before letting it go and moving down to your neck. His hands held onto your waist that still had his jersey on, lifting it up only to gain access to your panties.

You lightly moaned when he used his teeth to help you get rid of the thin lace, slowly pulling them down until you lifted your lower body up to help him move them over your bum. Ethan managed to get them down smoothly, thinking he was able to get them off from your ankle, but when he finally caught sight of your most sensitive, wet spot and your full ass, he knew that you were going to be the end of him. He was going to destroy you.

You thought he’d remove the jersey soon after too, but you didn’t know how much of a fucking sight that was for him.

“Ethan,” you dragged his name along when he was already diving into your pussy unexpectedly, his mouth lapping at it and tasting its sweetness. He was gripping the back of your thighs to keep your legs high up to face his ceiling and keep them open for his better access, devouring you and using his tongue to his advantage. “Ethan,” you said once again, arching your back and shaking with the way his mouth felt on you, your toes curling so much it was starting to hurt already.

His eyes met yours as he let his tongue move around, gliding gently against your wet folds before doing quick circles against your entrance. He even went down to your ass for a moment, making sure to mark his territory everywhere. His saliva mixing in with your heavy arousal. He was loving it, and it showed when he closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinding his tongue to capture every part of your arousal and also to tease you by sucking on your clit.

“God, princess, you taste so fucking good,” he pulled away to say in a raspy tone, not letting his sudden speaking ruin anything seeing as he let his fingertips rub your swollen clit while he was occupied.

He then spat on you and continued to use his heavenly tongue, laying it flat and sucking on your juices, his stubble tickling you enough to make you let out a slight giggle with a whimper, making him grow harder and harder in his shorts at the sound and the fact that he had you like this. You could already see the obvious bulge on him, yet could only focus so much on it until you felt the pit of your stomach clench with full desire.

You let a high moan out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm took its toll, and you were closing your thighs around his head, clutching tightly onto his hair seeing as you needed something to hold onto. Ethan, however, continued to eat you out even as you came and finished coming, pulling you closer to him so that he could grind you on his face to get your wetness go all over his mouth and chin.

Eventually, he managed to stop himself, swallowing every last drip you gave him, even if you continued to let out more. You made a sound just as he gently hit your ass, moving to sit on the bed beside you before easily handling your tinier body to make you sit, where he rubbed your clean shaven legs. “Come here and ride.”

Trying to regain your breathing, you moved to straddle his legs. You gasped when he let his hand hit your ass yet again, a bit harder, and he smirked, going to kiss under your earlobe before whispering; “Ride my thigh, kitten. This is all for you.”

With that nickname alone, he could ask you to do anything. You now moved to only straddle one of his thick tan thighs. The one with the tattoos.

He placed his arms back for leverage and to watch you better, letting you go ahead and move as you slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh.

Your clit brushed against his skin, the bits of his hair prickling at you, but you didn’t mind it. It felt good, and so you moved quicker, your wetness spreading against his tattoos and making his skin glisten.

Even as you were the only one moving, the only one truly pleasuring yourself, you could tell how much it was turning Ethan on and how much he enjoyed it. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of you, his dick twitching with want, just wanting to be inside of you already - yet this was something he loved to do. He loved to torture himself, because once he felt how tight your pussy was wrapped all around his thick cock, he’d feel like he’s in pure fucking heaven.

When you had to stop the grinding of your hips due to feeling sensitive, he said, “No, no, keep going. Until you come again.”

You nodded and lifted his jersey from your hips so that he could watch them move quicker. You slowly fell apart but continued until the wave of pleasure hit you once again, moaning Ethan’s name when he tapped his foot at a fast pace to help brush his thigh against you.

Yes.” With your next orgasm coming, you couldn’t help but grip his dick right through his shorts, palming him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt you grind your hand against his cock and your pussy against his thigh. You lifted his jersey farther up so that your perky tits were fully exposed to him, biting down on the hem of the shirt to keep it held up.

Ethan moaned and licked his lips at seeing your tits slightly bounce, going to softly bite onto one nipple, his eyes meeting yours just the same way as he was when eating you.

You then leaned in to give Ethan a deep kiss before you felt yourself being moved again. This time, he was fully lying down on his back on the bed, but he was turning your body around so that you could fully straddle him - backwards - in reverse cowgirl.

Making a tiny sound, you helped him remove his shorts and immediately gripped his long cock when he kicked them off his ankles. Ethan hissed as you spread his precum with the pad of your thumb and already guided the tip towards your entrance, quietly begging for more when his entire length wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Please, please…” Maybe you were begging because you knew he was the one in control, so you went slow.

“All the way inside, baby,” he said to you in whispers, gripping your ass and spanking it as hard as ever. “Fuck that dick.” That alone caused you to stop for a second and squeal as you managed to get him all the way inside, moving to fuck him with your head off to the side to be able to see him through the corner of your eyes a bit. “Such a good fucking girl.”

At first, you were gentle with the rocking of your hips, flicking them in such a way that was pure amazement to Ethan. He had to flare his nostrils to keep his moans in, perfectly aligned brows knitting together.

Faster.”

You moaned and started moving faster, as told, loving the wet sounds you two were causing. Ethan stretched you out on every single grind, maybe a little more after every time and it was delicious. “Like that?” you asked, leaning forward to rest your forearms on the bed so that you could twerk against his dick.

“Just like that,” he breathed out, sitting up slightly on his elbows to watch the way your ass bounced and slapped against his thighs. “All the way up, go all the way up.” You obeyed and lifted your hips all the way up until only the head of his cock was inside of you, nearly slipping out. Then, you sank back down, taking it all back in with a sharp gasp. “Again, all the way up…” You could hear the torture in his voice, and how he was most likely stopping himself from flipping you both around to fuck you as hard as he could.

You repeated the action, and he decided to then take control and keep your hips steady before ramming up into you at a quick pace. You let out a small scream as you felt Ethan reach the farthest depths of you, his cock feeling so incredibly good.

You started to get lost in the pleasure and had to stop him by putting your hand on one of his knees so that he could pull him out of you as you shook tremendously when a third orgasm came, instead going to grind against his balls. Ethan only laughed behind you and gripped his cock, jerking it a bit with his bruised fist while his fingers easily glided up to spread out your wet pussy. Just the sight of it alone would’ve made him cum, yet he also wanted to eat you out for a second time.

There was so much he wanted to do, but he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to take that much.

Once it was clear to him that you were finished, he brought you back to the bed where you were both now lying down on your side. You lifted Ethan’s silky jersey up, sweaty yet with no desire to take it off, and he gripped a boob to knead it in his hand, going to kiss your shoulder.

You turned your head around to be able to kiss him, full tongue, and then lifted a leg up so that he could get the message of you wanting him again. Ethan gripped himself first and started to slap his cock against your clit, making you gasp with the amount of orgasms you’d already gotten.

“Ethan… oh!” You got caught off guard when he swiftly pressed his tip inside of you, groaning, up until he was fully tucked inside, loving the way you immediately tightened around him, only making it harder for him to hold his only orgasm back. You bit hard down on your lip, hand going down to feel up his tight balls as he thrusted heavenly slow with a hand wrapped around your thigh to keep your leg up.

It only lasted so long before he started snapping his hips a little quicker.

Ethan was fucking you sideways, moving you slightly after a moment to make sure your legs were stuck together before wrapping an arm around your knees and placing his free hand on your asscheek before drilling into you. He practically had you curled up in a ball, fucking you as hard as he could in that position. His thick length was stroking your g-spot, your clenching walls hugging every inch and protruding vein on him.

You even started to tear up a little, each and every one of your limbs stiffening up. “That’s so good…”

Ethan dug his nails into your skin, before completely moving all over again, nearly making you dizzy. He got up and left you limp and sweaty on the bed, but before you knew it, he dragged you over to the end of the bed by your shaky legs, making sure you were on your hands and knees before starting to fuck you again.

“This fucking pussy…” Ethan breathed out, gripping your hips and lifting the lower half of your body up to meet his hard thrusts.

You screamed when he fucked you into the mattress from behind, causing you to knit your brows and let out the rest of the screams against the bed sheets, going to grip a pillow instead to bite into it.

“Look at me.” Ethan had no mercy as he was pulling on your hair next, making sure you were making direct eye contact with him while he kept his sweet thrusts going. He was panting behind you, clenching and unclenching his jaw every time your pussy got tighter, driving him crazy.

He used his free hand to draw foreign circles against your other hole before he pulled out, held his breath, and ejaculated all over your ass with a groan. You sighed and smiled once you felt every drip on your skin before he went back to making sure you had one final orgasm. He placed his fingers on your pussy and quickly rubbed at it, his wrist somehow being able to flick faster and faster.

“Oh God… Ethan!” You screamed as your thighs shook and he sent you into oblivion once more, pulling away from you to suck on his wet fingers like you were frosting.

After helping you clean up, he lied down with you on his bed, both of you still trying to catch your breath. You cuddled up next to him, and got comfy, just as your phone let out a ding when Ethan decided to go for it back in the living room.

Felicity: Hey sorry I left you at the game, it was so shitty of me. Ethan’s still an ass. Are you okay?

Ethan looked down at you starting to sleep soundly against his chest, his heart melting yet a small smirk forming as he typed away.

Y/N: More than okay.

Come On Closer [One-Shot // Roman Godfrey x Reader Imagine]

Originally posted by okeaanoos

Warnings: Adult Language, Minor Blood-Play, Tiny Hints of Domination / Submission Play, Sexual Themes / Smut. 

(Also, please ignore any and all spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll probably spot most of them after I post as I usually do and fix them later.)

Author’s Note: Whoops… My hand slipped. *Shrugs innocently* It slipped and created way more than I had originally planned to create, to be honest. However, I’m hoping you’ll like this just as much as the original version I planned to create; since the premise is still the same regardless of the end result lol.

[This one-shot was inspired by this imagine scenario, which you can view here.]

Musical Inspiration: Come On Closer by: Jem [Side note: I’ve always loved this song for years – and now it has finally came in handy.]

Summary:

I had been his friend for years, and while that never bothered me, I also wished a part of him would see me differently. Nothing he said or did, ever surprised me at this point in our lives. That is, until one night when we had been drinking and he confessed something to me that would cause me to accidentally alter the course of our friendship forever…


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Tears for Fears

Castiel takes the kids out for trick-or-treating. Dean has the scariest house on the block.

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It’s not that Castiel doesn’t like holidays, it’s just that holidays stress him out to a tremendous degree.

When it was just him and Claire, at least he wasn’t outnumbered. On days like Halloween when kids swarmed, he could hold her hand the entire time they were out trick-or-treating. He would never have to lose sight of her because there was no one else to watch. He could inspect all of her candy by the end of the night to make sure it was safe to eat.

But now that Jack is in the picture, Castiel has to divide his attention. Claire’s getting older, but not too old for Halloween, mind you. He doesn’t feel comfortable letting go of her for very long, much to her frustration, but he also doesn’t want to neglect Jack.

Particularly because this is the boy’s first Halloween without his mother.

And how unfair it is that he has to spend it with Castiel of all people, his boring new legal guardian in his boring suburban neighborhood with his boring Constantine costume, the least festive person ever to walk the face of the earth.

The two children are extraordinarily different from one another, which makes family coordination difficult. Claire is loud, boisterous, adventurous, and squirmy. She wants to work her way through the cul-de-sac as quickly and efficiently as possible as to maximize her candy yield for the year, Batman cape flying behind her as she speeds from one house to the next. The younger and smaller Jack, on the other hand, is more content to hold Castiel’s hand and take his time, less interested in the candy than he is in the people watching. He’s quiet and never fusses – the plastic devil horns perched over his ears stay in their proper place for the entire evening, a feat that even Claire has never managed to accomplish in all her eleven years.

Apart from the tightly wound ball of anxiety that manifests itself in Castiel’s chest – and which he is sure also manifests on his face – the night goes relatively well. Claire and Jack both have impressive stamina for such young people, and they manage to venture far further outside their comfort zone than Castiel would have liked for a first Halloween together. But Amelia isn’t with them this year since the custody decision came through and Kelly has just died, and Castiel is unwilling to deny these children anything. So he reluctantly trails after Claire while also giving her space, trying his best to keep his eyes on her while holding as tightly as he can to Jack.

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Thin Mints and Menthol (Steve Harrington x Reader)

This is now a series!

PART 2   

PART 3


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 1.7k (YIKES)

Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, hints towards abuse. Slightly OOC Steve

A/N: Okay so this is the first time I’ve ever written anything so please go easy on me, I just love Steve and I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days so I had to write it down.


You sit on the cold step outside the gas station. Mr Pritchard stood looming over you smugly, as the Chevrolet Blazer pulls up, ‘Hawkins Police Dept.’ printed on the side. Parking itself roughly. Chief Hopper steps out of the vehicle quickly reaching into his pocket to his packet of cigarettes, he removes one and places into his mouth. He walks over to you whilst sparking up. There’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The passenger door suddenly opens, startling you, it was usually just Hopper himself who dealt with you.

Steve Harrington? That’s new. You chuckle slightly as he walks to join Hopper stood before you. He’s staring at you in confusion. You scoff and hang your head. “This is the third time this month you’ve been caught shoplifting (Y/N).” Hopper says as he blows smoke out of his mouth. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying the excitement.” He chuckles.

“I’d raise my hands in defeat if this asshole,” you say jerking your head towards Mr Pritchard “hadn’t tied my arms in front of me with fucking rope.” Hopper glares at Pritchard, the old man crosses his arms in defiance to Hopper. He huffs slightly and begins to explain to Hopper that you had been trying to run away. Bullshit. Everyone knew you didn’t run once you were caught. As Hopper and him get into an argument you lean back and glance at Steve as he’s scribbling furiously in a notepad. The khaki coloured uniform he’s wearing looks freshly starched, his name tag shines under the glare of the street-lights. His hair is pushed back and looks neat, except for the strand that’s fallen out of place. It bounces in time with his writing.

“You, er, don’t need to do that”

“Huh?” He says stopping mid-word on the page. He stares at you confusedly.

“He never presses charges against me. I usually just get a two week ban.” You tell him, grinning. A small smile tugs at his lips. “That’s what you get for shoplifting a packet of Salem's’ I guess.”

Salem’s? Refreshing. Wouldn’t have pinned you for a menthol kind of girl” You both laugh. “Well, Hop- I mean, the Chief told me I should write everything down…” He says placing the pen in between the pages. He closes the notepad, holding it in his left hand. He stands awkwardly waiting slightly too close to Hopper. You’re shocked, since when did Steve Harrington want to be a cop? It was unusual to say the least, you always figured he’d end up at an Ivy League college. Yet here he was standing before you looking slightly uncomfortable. He’d been in the grade above you, and was ten times more popular than you were. The ‘King’. That was till Nancy Wheeler broke up with him, started dating the Byers kid, and he faded into obscurity. You’d still see him in passing but he’d mainly kept to himself focusing on his studies, always in the library. You’d heard rumors he was friends with some fourteen year olds, but you didn’t know him well enough to find out if they were true or not.

“Do want me to untie you?”

“What?” You ask as you realize you hadn’t been paying attention.

“The rope. Do you want me to untie it?” He asks again. You look at his hands. His notepad, you notice, is safely stowed away in his breast pocket.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, please. That would be great.” You say stuttering over your words slightly. You internally kicked yourself. You can’t believe you’re getting nervous over Steve fucking Harrington of all people. He bends down slightly, you’re inches apart, you can feel his breath on your cold hands as he reaches for them. You lift them up slightly from your lap. He starts to try and unknot the large knot that Pritchard had tied it with. He pauses and looks up at you, smirking. He lowers his voice.

“Now, you’re not going to dash the moment it’s unravelled are you?”

“On my honour.” You whisper. You smile at him.

“Oh, were you a Girl Scout.” He asks as he starts to work on untying you again.”

“Unwillingly, but yeah I was for about five years. Prettttttttttty sure, I sold you some Thin Mints once.” You told him struggling back a laugh.

“What, really? How old are you?” He moves his hands away from yours. You grin at him.

“I’m seventeen, but my birthdays in a week. I figured you wouldn’t recognize me.” He snickers quietly and slowly begins to tackle the knot again. You watch his hands move across the rope, grazing your wrists lightly, sending shivers up your arms.

“No I’m afraid I don’t think I’ve seen you around, I know I’d remember if I had someone like you before.” You look up at lock eyes with him. The rope around your wrists falls into your lap. Steve takes both your wrists in his hands and looks and the marks left on them. He rubs the rope burn with his left thumb. His brow furrowed, he opens his mouth as if to say something.

“Alright! I won’t press any further charges, just tell her that she needs to stay off of my property. For good this time, I’m giving her a permanent ban!” You both gaze up at the two men who had been having a heated debate about your actions.

“That seems fair. You hear that (Y/N)? You’re permanently banned from this gas station.” Hopper tells you whilst Steve helps you to your feet. “Permanent means no entry, and no sneaking in with a hat and sunglasses on like you did at the convenience store down street. Steve glances down at you with an amused look etched across his face. 

“You really did that?” He says questioning you.

“I thought it was a good idea at the time. I was very mistaken.” You tell him with a huff as you fold your arms, the temperature had dropped quite drastically. He leans his head back laughing, his hair moves like it has a mind of its own.You stare at him in awe. He is annoyingly pretty. You think to yourself. Boys like him shouldn’t be so pretty.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from joining him in his laughing fit. Instead you peer over at The Chief who’s not paying attention and is instead staring at his watch. He walks up to you and gently takes you by the arm and leads you towards the vehicle.

“We need to be leaving, its 9pm and I need to pick up El- I mean, Jane from Mike’s after dropping (Y/N) at her house.” He tells Steve who nods and makes his way over to the car, he gets in and you can see he’s still beaming. “See you later Fred.” Hopper says to Mr Pritchard as he opens the door for you.

“Bye Fred!” You say as Hopper pushes you into his car. Mr Pritchard walks into the gas station ignoring your exaggerated goodbye.The door slams behind him the car shaking slightly. He puts the keys into the ignition and sets off driving in the direction of your house. The mood in the car is some what hostile. You go to make a smart remark to relieve tension, but Hopper stops you.

“Whatever you’re about to say (Y/N), save it. This is your final warning. Like I said earlier this is the third time this month that someone’s stopped you shoplifting. I’m sure you’ve done it more you just haven’t been caught. I’m worried about you kid.” He gazes at you in the rear-view mirror, you turn away so you don’t make eye contact. “Next time I pick you up, you’re going to be in handcuffs. You understand?” You nod, there’s a prick behind your eye. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Sir.” The air is suddenly as icy as it is outside, despite the heating sputtering it’s warm breath around the car. You zone out and begin to stare outside, watching houses as they pass by. Wondering if their teenagers were as troublesome as you were. You’re startled as a tear falls onto your cheek, you quickly go to scrub your eyes. Uncaring if you smudge the eye make-up you have on. You didn’t want to let Hopper down, he’d looked out for you each time there had been an incident. And yet you knew he was serious this time despite always telling you it was the final time he was clearing up after your messes. Somehow the presence of Steve made you embarrassed. Why do I even care? I don’t even know him. You think to yourself. And yet looking at the wing mirror and seeing him give you a reassuring smile was comforting, you return it sadly and turn to stare out the window again.

As the car drove up to your house the lump in your throat grew. It was fear. Fear of what was waiting for you at home. The lights were on meaning you were in for a rough ride. You sit forward as the car draws to a halt. Wincing as your hand touches the cool metal of the handle.

“Tell your old man to go easy on you.” Hopper says to you. Without turning to face him you open the door getting out.

“Thanks for the ride boys.” You say plastering a fake smile across your lips as you slam the door shut. The grin instantly drops from you face as you make your way up to you red front door. You can feel both Jim and Steve’s eyes watching you.

“Do you think you could get me any of those Thin Mints? I’ve got a real craving!” You hear Steve shout to you. Turning to face him, he’s beaming from ear to ear. You start laughing, you flash him the middle finger and give him a sarcastic smile as you close the door. Blocking you off from the world. You place your hands on the door and lift your eye to the peep hole to watch as Hopper’s car rolls out of sight. You sigh as you hear angry footsteps approach you. Grabbing at your arm, pulling it from the door.

“And where the fuck have you been?”


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Innocence | BTS Reactions

Anonymous: Can you do a bts reaction where their s/o is really really shy and innocent?? Thanks in advance!

Summary: Your boyfriend says something really dirty, or at least something that you’re not used to hearing. You’re someone who’s never had a boyfriend before the one you have now, so therefore have never really done anything with anyone. Your boyfriend knows you’re waiting for the right time, but that doesn’t stop him teasing you.

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Jin: You sat downstairs on the living room sofa, watching TV with a blanket over both you and Jin. Suddenly, you felt his hand trail up from your knee to your thigh, but he didn’t look at you, he just kept looking at the TV. You stayed silent, trying to focus on the TV, as sometimes Jin would just caress your leg and leave it at that. But this time it was different, his hand moved to the inside of your thigh, somewhere he’d never wondered before and this time he looked at you “You’re so sexy, (Y/N)~” he teased, coming close to you and placing his lips inches away from yours, before he couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. He just found your bright red face and big huge eyes extremely cute and couldn’t contain his feelings “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just so fun seeing your expression when I say those things.” he finally settled and placed a kiss upon your temple and running his fingers through your hair “I was only teasing, don’t worry. I love you.”

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***I can’t believe there are still 4(!) months left until the show and more importantly until Malec is back. Honestly, who tf thought that bringing the show back in April was a good idea? I just wanna talk. Especially when seeing all these spoilers and teasers. This is really not helping here!

At least we still have Malec fanfics left to keep us entertained. And with Christmas and the holidays right around the corner, there is time to get invested in some new and amazing fics, am I right? So snuggle yourself into a fluffy and warm blanket, drink some hot chocolate and tea and see these two idiots fall in love over and over and over again.

As always, I hope you’re gonna enjoy this fic rec. The 6th one already, can you believe? I am still so overwhelmed when looking at the notes from the last one. You guys are amazing! Thank you so so much. But now, have fun reading!***


BETWEEN THE LINES by @msalexiscriss  [ E | AU | 240k | complete ]

Special Agent Alec Lightwood’s been chasing the renowned thief and conman extraordinaire Magnus Bane for five years now. When a criminal from the past, Valentine Morgenstern, threatens their city and both their reputations, the duo will have to do the unimaginable and team up to restore the peace in the big old city. Between secrets, betrayals, heartbreaking truths, and sick games, Alec and Magnus will have to learn to play between the lines of good and evil in order to carry out their mission and make it out alive. Will they succeed?


DEEPER THAN THE TRUTH by @insiemes [ M | AU | 150k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood is a world-famous author, though the world knows him only under his pseud: Gideon Archer. Magnus Bane is a fashion designer who just happens to be a big fan of Gideon’s work.


THE WAY IT SHOULD BE by @m-aleciseverything [ T | AU | 53.6k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood had his life figured out: a job that he was passionate about, a beautiful boyfriend who loved him, and friends and family surrounding him.

Everything was perfect or should have been perfect, if it weren’t for the nagging feeling that something in his life was missing. And how was he supposed to go on with his life after he met Magnus Bane and suddenly that feeling was gone?


ADDICTED TO YOU by @imawriteriwrite [ E | AU | 78.7k | complete | Fuck Buddies AU #1 ]

Magnus Bane’s the head of his own company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly one night is not enough.

Also known as the one where Magnus and Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop feelings.


STAY HERE FOREVER by @imawriteriwrite [ M | AU | 11.9k | complete | Fuck Buddies AU #2 ]

A year before, they didn’t even know each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they could be “just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went uphill.

Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane (head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each other.


THE BRIGHTEST SHADE OF THE SUN by @theonetruenorth [ E | 3k | complete ]

Magnus leaned over him and brushed his lips down Alec’s spine, a feather-light caress that told Alec much more than words ever could. He breathed against the warm skin, pressing kisses over a couple chosen spots; a beauty mark, an old scar, the looping end of a black rune. Alec laughed when he hit a particularly ticklish spot over his ribs. Magnus ran his hand over the back of Alec’s thigh and hummed approvingly when Alec spread his legs a little more, exposing himself.


IT’S A YES FROM ME by @ketzwrites [ G | AU | 23.2k | complete ]

Reclusive singer Alec Lightwood has been taking some time away from the spotlight for a few years now. He has lost his inspiration, his reason to keep making music.

That is, until his manager, Luke Garroway, asks him to enter the panel of the ridiculous singing competition The Angel’s Voice. Alec only says yes because that means keeping an eye on Clary and Simon. He hates those fixed, degrading TV shows with a burning passion. Hopefully, Alec figures, he’ll get some inspiration back watching new comers try their luck on TV. Some of them are bound to be good.

It isn’t until Magnus Bane walks on stage, however, that Alec realizes just how right he is.


INVICTUS by @lecrit [ M | AU | 30.2k | complete ]

“You should get a tattoo.”

Alec firmly believed in coincidences, in the serendipity that could bring the hazards of life, but even he could admit that sometimes, things seemed to happen for a reason. He was too much of a pragmatic person to truly believe in fate and destiny.

So even when Jace blurted those words at him as he stumbled into his shop, they remained abstract concepts to him, no matter how it nudged at the back of his mind.


ROSES ARE RED, SO IS YOUR FACE by @madzieloss [ not rated | 5k | complete ]

Before Alec could even wonder what that meant, much less ask, Cat re-entered the room and Alec became overtly aware of how red he was as her eyes landed on his face.

And she cooed at him. If anything, he turned even redder. Was she really… cooing at him?

Cat laughed. “Well, I must say. I’ve been around for a while, and I’ve never seen a shadowhunter blush before. How adorable.”

(or, five times cat makes alec blush, and one time he gets her back)


CALL YOU HOME by Airuna [ T | AU | 62.2k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood was pretty content with his life, he had a successful job leading a law firm with one of his best friends, a great relationship with his siblings and a perfectly acceptable apartment. He really wasn’t looking for anything more but when he finds a little girl waiting all alone in a coffee shop his life will change irremediably and maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all.

Or,

The one in which Alec makes up with his mother, gets a boyfriend and adopts a little girl. Just not necessarily in that order.


ONLY FOREVER by @magnusragnor [ G | AU | 4.7k | complete ]

a love story told through texts, e-mails, and love letters.


LIONHEART by bumblebeesknees [ E | 8.4k | complete ]

Magnus’ bed hasn’t felt like his own without Alec in it. His body hasn’t felt the same without Alec’s warmth pressed up against it. From the second Alec takes his hand, Magnus doesn’t waste any time fixing either of those things. [Coda to 2x20]


THE OPTIMIST IN ME by nygmasneck [ G | 1.4k | complete ]

Days off are rare for them, and Alec intends to make this one last a lifetime.


HOME IS WHEREVER I’M WITH YOU by @softbimagnus [ G | 954 | complete ]

Magnus dropped his hands to Alec’s chest in a gesture so familiar it made Alec ache with how much he’d missed this.

“Ready to go home?”

Alec blinked in surprise.

Home.

Alec wasn’t sure he’d ever get to think of the loft as home again, not since the last time he rolled out of Magnus’ bed before the situation with the soul sword came to light.


BLUE CIRCLE by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 35.9k | complete | Blue Steel Series #8 ]

When Sophia calls Magnus in a panic, telling him that someone has murdered her best friend, Magnus does the only thing he can, he sends Alec. Alec discovers during the course of the investigation, that there is more going on with teenagers than he thought. During the investigation, Alec and Jace find that there is a circle of teenagers who, in order to join the group, have to prove their loyalty by rape and murder. Who better to practice on than the girls in their social group?


BLUE CLAN by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 3.3k | complete | Blue Steel Series #9 ]

After adopting Madzie, Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane and his husband, Magnus, decide to go on vacation to help them bond with their new daughter.


A LIFE GIVEN WILLINGLY by @one100suns [ E | AU | 112.1k | complete ]

There isn’t much Alec Lightwood wouldn’t do for his family. But perhaps he should have said no just this once. Now he’s being targeted by one Sebastian Verlac and forced to seek help from an unlikely source.

Or in which Magnus is a gangster and Alec is in way over his head.


YOUR FULL ATTENTION by @ladymatt [ M | 1.8k | complete ]

Waking up in the arms of his boyfriend, Magnus Bane, was always something to savour for Alec Lightwood…..when he had the time. Unfortunately for them both, on this occasion a Clave meeting prevented a proper ‘Good Morning!’ With an appointment arranged for the 'Head’ of the Institute to shake hands with The High Warlock Of Brooklyn later that day, he should have known Magnus would still make him pay for choosing the Clave over his cock!


IN ANOTHER LIFE by @klynnwordsadhoc [ T | AU | 3.4k | complete | It Started With A Wedding #1 ]

Alec is an ex-Marine Captain, recently returned from overseas to take over his parent’s company, struggling to adjust to life as a civilian once more. Magnus is a fashion designer who has many better things he could do with his weekend. They both attend the same wedding, and they’re both very pleased about it later.


ODD HOURS by @klynnwordsadhoc [ E | AU | 3.9k | complete | It Started With A Wedding #2 ]

Magnus sighs, “Drill sergeant,” he complains.
Alec laughs. “That’s Army. It’s drill instructor in the Marines and I never was one.”
“You should have been.”

Magnus has a late night at work and Alec worries.


GOOD OUR WHOLE LIVES by @beatperfume [ E | AU | 34.8k | complete ]

They say that prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, and it’s just as true for the Downworld as the mundane one.

But this is the first time Magnus has ever heard of a nephilim hustling his crowd.


THE WAY I FEEL FOR YOU by @theonetruenorth [ E | 7.3k | complete ]

The drawer was filled with sex toys.

Neatly laid out on a cushy bed of silk lining the drawer. There were a lot of them. Alec immediately felt a little lost as he surveyed the variety of colors and shapes and sizes. There were some that were anatomically-correct but some toys looked weird as heck, and Alec really wasn’t sure how one could use them. There were small ones and big ones and holy shit, how did you even fit some of them into your body?!

A pair of arms wrapped around his middle from behind, startling him so much he actually yelped and flailed a little, luckily managing to avoid hitting Magnus in the face with his elbow.

“See anything you like?”


YOUR WORD IS BUTTHEAD by @lecrit [ G | AU | 3.4k | complete ]

Alec’s kid has a bad tendency of being overly competitive. Which is fine, really, because the apple never falls far from the tree, and Alec is definitely to blame for that.

Or the one where Alec’s and Magnus’ sons compete against each other in a spelling bee contest and they’re both overly competitive about who is the best.


MAKE A WISH, ALEXANDER by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine [ M | 1.1k | complete ]

One does not simply not celebrate their birthday while they’re dating Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn himself. That just won’t do.


MORNING’S COME, YOU WATCH THE RED SUNRISE by @lightwoodlesbians [ G | AU | 6k | complete | Malec Single Parents AU’s #2 ]

or the 'your house is being renovated so you’re staying at mine and we aren’t even dating but every time you get up to the baby crying and sigh, 'i’ll go’, i feel like we might as well be married’ au


BUT SOME OF US ARE LOOKING AT THE STARS by @lecrit [ G | AU | 4.3k | complete ]

There aren’t many things that Alec loves as much as he loves the stars.
Most nights, he just likes to sit on his balcony and watch the eerie darkness drape over the sky and the silver glow of the moon, surrounded by the stars shaping constellations he knows by heart.

This is a special night for him and his son. The only night in the year Alec lets Max stay up after midnight, so they can watch Perseids meteor shower together on the rooftop of their building.

Alec doesn’t expect to find out they weren’t the only ones to get the idea.


THE RIGHT PRICE by Marie_Tomas [ T | AU | 7k | complete ]

Magnus Bane has worked as a lawyer for several years, taking his job very seriously. The Lightwoods have always been one of his major professional rivals in the city, but this hasn’t stopped Magnus from falling in lust, and a little in love, with one particular member of the Lightwood family, Alec Lightwood.

When shy, nervous Alec asks Magnus for his help with representing one of the Lightwoods’ clients, Magnus makes a joking, flirty comment about what he would expect from Alec in return for a victory in the courtroom. A major misunderstanding happens as a result.


BUCKLE UP by @ketzwrites [ E | AU | 14.8k | complete ]

Alec has been Magnus Bane’s private driver for three years now. They have the perfect relationship; good-hearted, mutually supportive of each other, and frankly amicable. Maybe too amicable, in fact, considering they have been sleeping together for the better part of those three years.

However, when Alec receives a surprise offer for another job, that perfect relationship crumbles. It turns out that, without the anchors of a professional bond between them, Alec and Magnus are left to face something they had refused to think of before: their feelings.


SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL by @magnusragnor [ T | AU | 13.8k | complete ]

“I’m a grown ass man who never learned to swim. I’d laugh at myself if it wasn’t so embarrassing,” Alec replied, shrugging.

“You’re a grown ass man who never learned to swim and has sucked up his pride to try and do something about it. That’s admirable, nothing to be laughed at,” Magnus retorted, finally meeting Alec’s eyes and smiling warmly. “Shall we?” he asked, jerking his head towards the pool.

(aka Magnus is a lifeguard at a local pool and Alec doesn’t know how to swim)


WHAT’S IT GONNA BE? by @lemonoclefox [ M | AU | 49.3k | complete | What’s It Gonna Be Series #1 ]

Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.


UP IN THE SKY by @ketzwrites [ T | AU | 23.8k | complete ]

When General Imogen of the Shadowhunter Forces is found dead, the country of Alicante is shocked. As he campaigns to come back to the office, Former President Valentine Morgenstern points out the Seelies as responsible for her assassination, calling for a war in response.

Senator Magnus Bane knows war means death to the hundreds of Downworlders who live in the country. He needs to stop Valentine from winning the election, by any means necessary.

However, the Downworlders votes won’t be enough. Magnus needs the Nephilim to vote for him as well. If only he can convince one of the national heroes of the Light Squad to back him up, Magnus just might have a chance to make history and become the first Downworlder President of Alicante.


MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME by @imawriteriwrite [ G | AU | 59.4k | complete ]

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.

Now he’s stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn’t as terrible as Magnus always thought.