✧This is my first time writing since like middle school so don’t judge lol. Also if you like these lemme know id love to continue experimenting with writing:)✧
♡ Humming or lightly singing to himself/ for you before you go to bed. Songs like: je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson, Cherry Wine by Hozier, Roslyn by Bon Iver. (obviously those weren’t out at the time but yk)
♡ He’s a musical boy, he can def play the piano, even though he got somewhat rusty from the years in the lab
♡ When he gets jealous he tries so hard to not make it obvious but there’s always a small giveaway, like a jaw clench or heavy breathing
♡ Peter isn’t necessarily good or bad, there are parts of him that are manipulative by nature, other parts of him want to take care of you no matter what, helping you with every task
♡ That’s one thing he loves, he loves helping you and guiding you with everything you do. Tying your shoes for you, brushing your hair, dressing you, undressing you
♡ He smells very strongly of lavender and clean linen
♡ He loves it when you sit on his lap
♡ He loves eye contact, forced eye contact that makes you nervous
♡ He likes to pet you, stroking your back or your hair while you sit with him
♡ I know he reads a lot, loves reading to you
♡ He loves how naive and ditsy you can be (i’m a pro bimbo writer)
♡ More a of a listener than a talker himself, but he’s always engaged, nodding, playing with your hair, making that eye contact he loves
♡ His kisses are usually relatively soft despite his grip always being firm on you, he holds your waist or your face firmly keeping you in place
♡ Spoils you, i guess this would take place more after you escape but he still always would
♡ Hand holding
♡ Knows how to slow dance and loves to guide you to it as you stand on his shoes
♡ Peter CONSTANTLY has nightmares and usually needs to check on you to make sure you’re alright, but bro seriously never sleeps
Flashback to s3 of stranger things when Steve was tripping absolute balls after being drugged🤭😵💫
Let’s play a game of Laster tag!!!!!!!!!
You In or not???????
By the way I can’t imagine Hannibal lecter ever playing a game of laser tag but it’s fun to imagine.
•They’re still wondering if they like each other or not, because they became enemies to friends thanks to Shinichiro, and they don’t understand sh-t since he left, dumbest 20-something mfs istg.
•Benkei is labeled ‘KMG’s scary dog’ but he’s so nice to Waka, he’d ask him if he wants him to fight in his place so he can rest, which he never thinks of offensively, but still declines in a very sweet way.
•They babysat Mikey and Emma on various occasions, now that the ‘little kid’ is hella sleep deprived, Wakasa always demands him to go to bed, but he obviously doesn’t, until he goes to call Benkei and by the time they enter the room, he’s fast asleep, asking why they woke him up.
•Go on walks together, talk for hours and grab a bite somewhere, after that’s done, big strong Ben will pick up Waka and continue to move around, he also doesn’t mind the smell of smoke above him, he’s actually associated it with him, whenever smoke and slow footsteps are heard, his first thought is Wakasa.
•Lifting his smoking gremlin up is a MUST for Benkei, can’t reach something on a shelf? Benkei. Look short while fighting? Benkei. Really tired of moving or even just standing? You guessed it, Benkei! ✨tall friend privileges✨.
Let me know if you want more!
(Y/N), throwing their head into Ghost's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Ghost, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
billy loomis: my mom left because my dad cheated on her with my girlfriends mom. wanna kill her?
stu macher, tryna hit: YESSSSsssSSSsSSSS 😍😍😍☺️☺️🤭🤭😙😙😂😂🥰🥰
besties!!!!
Title: Kinktober Day 20 (Distention & Cockbulge / Scissoring / Role Reversal)
Word Count: 519
Pairing: Billy Loomis / Stu Macher
It was pure luck that Stu found himself within this position. It was challenging to trudge forth in a situation that required him not to slow down for even a second while keeping himself from tripping up and losing his balance. A single miscalculation could result in the tables being turned, and Stu knew that in a moment like this, the possibility of a knife being lodged within his abdomen and spearing his innards was a very real one. He frankly wasn’t in the mood to tempt that, so he focused everything on the task at hand.
One hand rests on Billy’s hip, the other pushing the shorter man’s face cruelly into the plaster of the creme-coloured wall. Even behind the sharp undignified cries that filled the air, Stu knew there was contempt that bubbled below Billy’s skin, waiting for the moment he could lash out. Behind the pleasure laced noises, there was a danger that was waiting to catch up with Stu. And Stu was determined to meet his end and drag Billy willingly or not over with him. Perhaps a mind-blowing orgasm would lessen the tantrum that Billy inevitably would have. Stu can’t help but laugh at the thought, spittle flying out and landing along the other man’s heated and flushed skin.
“I fuckin’ swear Billy,” Stu groans low in his throat, hips stuttering as he drives into Billy again and again. The smaller man writhes, knees beginning to shake like a newborn fawn. It was almost pathetic how Billy could crumble like this just from having a cock split him apart. “Think you were made to take my cock like a bitch in heat.”
A growl rumbles from within Billy’s chest, and Stu knows he’s playing with fire, just asking to be burnt. But the way that Billy’s ass tightens around Stu speaks to a different narrative, one that Billy would never speak into words willingly. It was something that would likely always remain an unspoken bodily reaction. Unspoken words meant for Stu and Stu alone as he’s confident that he was the only one who could even think about getting away with this.
Anyone else certainly would be brutally executed for even entertaining the idea. The thought has Stu groaning, slamming his hips harshly against Billy. He watches the man’s ass bounce at the force as his cock disappears into the man over and over again, and something ugly and possessive curls within him. He reaches around and grasps Billy’s leaking cock, thumb delicately rubbing over the leaking head and smearing pre along the velvety flesh.
“Fu-fuck you.” Billy groans, voice wavering. It’s the closest thing to control that he can get, though the cracking and wavering of his voice certainly don’t afford him any control. Instead, it just reasserts Stu’s power in such an intoxicating way. The way Billy’s cock throbs, how he involuntarily fucks back against Stu while thrusting forward into his fist, was maddening. It was pure bliss, and Stu knows damn well the catastrophic fallout that would follow would be worth it having seared this side of Billy into his mind.
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