Hey Mobius....what Did You Mean By This? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

sitting in jj’s lap🫠

your designated seat, no exceptions it’s reserved only for you— whenever, however. even if there’s a chair available, you are sitting on his lap. what’s not to love about it really, taking in his scent of musky beer and a vanilla backwoods, whilst you delved deeply into the khaki material of his cargo shorts and the smoothness of his evenly tanned-sinewy thighs.

overly satisfying for both you and him.

its ideal, and you could never deny him that. wether it be skin to skin in the solace of either bedroom. or being the sickening couple out in a public space sharing affection that everyone wishes they had. everyone sees it in movies, but it’s bliss to have it and know it’s yours.

“nah don’t give her a chair sarah, she’s got one right here. c’mere, come sit on my lap baby.”

and though those words make the surrounding friends want to regurgitate, instead it sends reverberated sensuous shivers down your spine. sarah continuously pushes the chair on you because it’s infamous how ‘disgusting’ you and jj are at every pogue gathering.

“jj’s lap or a chair sarah? y’know what i’m choosing.”

“Jesus.”

he holds your weight with pleasure, whilst you swivel yourself softly to his complied lap. his strong, large hand gravitates towards your thigh, figure eighting a bit higher than it should’ve. grasping the flesh with rough, yet with meaningful passion.

“that’s my girl.”

placing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth that’s laced with beer once again, but it tasted like jj nonetheless.

AHHHH

bf!matt being distracted by you walking in the room

“dude are you even listening to me? what are you looking at?”

“sorry… just look at her.”

this look is genuinely sickening like don said "[mobius] is a pretty cool name" and loki looked at him with such longing that it makes me wanna chew a hole in my wall im gonna start biting

“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd

one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

"wait, don't go, please.."

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off

holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."

can i kiss you?

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader

lines are meant to be crossed, kissing you is one of them

bradley bradshaw may have been considered a charmer, or even a player to some, but he always had respect for women. it had been ingrained in his mind by his mom that women were to be respected. they weren’t objects or toys. they weren’t required to stay home and be a house wife and wait on their husbands hand and foot. carole preached that women had voices that ought to be heard- they were strong, beautiful, and they were human. 

that’s why bradley did not wanna mess this up. the day he met you he thought you were the most beautiful, headstrong woman he had ever laid eyes on. you challenged him. you were confident, but not cocky. quiet, but not necessarily reserved or shy. involved without being overbearing. intuitive and smart without rubbing it into people’s face. you balanced out the aviator perfectly. and bradley was obsessed. like would kiss the ground you walked on obsessed. 

you had only been on two dates because of his busy schedule, but he swore no one had ever made him feel the you did. you made his chest tight and his heart stutter, his blush crawl and his knees weak. you had him wrapped around your finger. and he loved it. he loved falling in love with you. but he hated how much you used it to your advantage even if it wasn’t on purpose. 

like right now. 

you’re on your third date. rooster planned the first two. you were planning the next. you chose your place since rooster had just gotten back from an intense mission and figured he needed rest. you’re sitting next to him on the couch, a glass of bourbon between your fingers (rooster almost fell to his knees when he saw your collection). your’re sitting criss-crossed applesauce, knees pressing lightly into his thigh. his thumb rubs gentle circles on your bare skin as he talks about the mission details that he’s allowed to share. he’s somewhere in between telling a story about coyote and getting to fly an F-14. you were listening, but you were also allowing yourself to admire the pilot. 

he’s a little more tan- a noticeable stubble lining his jaw. you’re used to his mustache and clean shaven look, but the five o’clock shadow suits him. the bruise on his orbital (the one he got in a scuff with hangman) is almost gone, just an annoying pink. his eyes hold that childlike glint you admire so much, which causes you cock your head to the side, that soft smile adorning your face. 

your gaze causes rooster to stutter in his story, his heart rate quickening. you raise an eyebrow. “you okay?”

he opens his mouth to respond. pauses. puts down his glass. and then asks, “can i kiss you?”

you smile softly. “i don’t think you have to ask, roos.”

he leans in, taking your glass and setting it down next to his own. “no?”

“no,” you utter back, giving in as he tugs you onto his lap. you throw one leg over both of his, fingers dancing along the base of his neck.

his gaze falls to your lips and back up again. “good.”

you open your mouth to respond, but rooster is quick to cut you off by capturing your lips with his. they’re soft and taste of your eight-year aged bourbon. he kisses you until he can’t anymore and when he pulls away, you’re both having to catch your breath.

“roos,” you say breathless, nose brushing against his.

he hums, kissing you again, not as long this time but it’s just as breathtaking. he can’t think clearly, mind clouded by your touch.

“please stop asking to kiss me and just do it.”

he dips his head down to press hot kisses to the smooth skin of your neck. your eyes flutter shut as his lips graze your ear. “you giving me orders?”

you cup his jaw to kiss him again. “you gotta problem with that lieutenant?”

he offers you that small smirk. “not at all, captain.”

“How long will you wait?” “For you? as long as it takes.”

I'm interpreting Mobius' "Let time pass." as "I'll wait for my husband, thank you very much."

Now playing… Bad idea by girl in red

Thinking about making out with robin in her suit.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Just as Robins’s shift ended you pulled her towards the back of the store away from all the prying eyes of customers. “Wha- why did you drag me out all of a sudden?” Robin huffed. “You look hot in a suit Robs, plus your shift is over so.” You answered looking at her with lustful eyes. Robin who had a lot to say less than a second ago had suddenly forgotten everything. The way you were looking at her was making her feel all tingly inside. Without another word, Robin crashed her lips against yours making you moan softly into her mouth. Your hands went up to grab her collar tugging on it. Robin continued kissing you with passion, her hands tangled in your hair. She pulled back panting for air and smirked at you. She lightly whispered, “What if I start wearing the suit at home?”

What John B Doesn't Know

JJ Maybank x reader

Trigger warnings: unprotected sex in a hot tub

Summary: You and JJ have some fun behind your brother's back. What John B doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

JJ and I were the only ones left in the hot tub by the end of the night. He sat directly across from me, eyeing me up and down as I watched my brother disappear into the chateau. I could have sworn he didn’t have a care in the world, almost silenting begging for us to be caught. Not even waiting a full 2 seconds before demanding for me. 

“Come here,” He motioned me over to him, grabbing my hips when I was close enough and pulling me into his lap. “I thought he’d never leave.” He growled before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing his lips to mine. He wasted no time, sliding his hands back down to my hips to slowly roll me over his hardening length in his swim trunks. 

“JJ,” I groaned before pulling away from his kiss. He chased my lips and slipped his finger into the front of my bikini bottoms. I had to silence my gasp as he traced circles onto my clit. “We can’t do this here.” I spit out through moans. 

“Come on baby, no one can see us out here.” He insisted as his lips fell to my neck. “We haven’t had sex in so long.” 

“You literally bent me over the couch this morning.” 

“Exactly my point, princess. Far too fucking long.” He growled before sinking his teeth into the sweet spot on my neck. His fingers slid further down, teasing my aching entrance and I whined.

“We’ll get caught!” I whisper shouted and tried to pull away but he used his free hand to grab me by the back of my hair. 

“Oh, what’s the matter princess? Don’t want John B to see what a little whore you are for his best friend?” He speaks too loudly as he slips a finger inside me and a cling to his shoulders for a sense of stability. “Don’t want him to see how good I fuck his baby sister?” I gasp when he starts pumping his finger in and out at an unrelenting pace. My hands claw down his back when my head falls into the crook of his neck. He hisses when my fingernails dig in a little too deep and curls his fingers upwards, leaving me powerless. “How your eyes roll to the back of your head when I make you cum.” My moans are muffled against his skin when he adds another finger, grinning at how easily I fall apart for him. 

“We have to make this quick.” I plead and he’s quick to pull his fingers from me, lifting me up enough to pull his shorts down and tears the ties to my bottoms. He rips the fabric from me before throwing it across the tub. He quickly angles us both, and we sigh in relief as I sink down on his length. He grasps my hips harshly, thrusting up into me with purpose and I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moans falling from my mouth. 

“So fucking pretty when you’re on my cock, baby.” He praises as I lift up and down, doing my best to meet his thrusts. I was determined to cum fast. We were not getting caught. I was so worked up already, nearly on the verge when he bit down hard on my shoulder. That was gonna leave a fucking mark. I hissed in pain as I yanked the back of his hair back. His growl had me clenching around him in seconds. “That's it, baby! Fuck!.” He panted as I came and continued thrusting up into me as I rode out my high. 

He took me by surprise when he pulled me off of him and quickly spun me around, bending me over the edge of the tub before slamming back into me from behind. I let out a loud shriek and he clamped his hand over my mouth. The water was spilling over the edges of the tub with every violent thrust and my knees felt like they were gonna buckle as he hit my spot head on. My knuckles were turning white with my grip on the edge of the tub as JJ’s breathing intensified behind me. I always could tell when he was close. I came around him again and it was in that moment of euphoria that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom. 

“JJ!” I tried to warn him but it was inaudible as he pressed his hand harder over my mouth. I felt his cock start to twitch and seconds later he was coating my insides with his seed. But he refused to stop. He kept fucking his cum deeper and deeper into my pussy as I winced from the overstimulation. I pried his hand away from his mouth before turning back with a glare. 

“You’re gonna get me fucking pregnant and my brother is gonna kill you.” I spit out and he just smirks. 

“I hope I do baby. Big brother can’t keep us apart then, can he?” I scoff as I ponder on whether or not that was his true intention. He finally comes to a stop, placing a kiss on the back of my shoulder before pulling out. He fishes out my bikini bottoms for me, helping me put them back on before pulling me into his arms. “You know I love you right?” 

“I love you too dumbass, now let’s get inside before he sees us. I’m fucking exhausted.” He smirks before helping me out of the tub.

Eddie can't wink, but he doesn't know it. They're hanging out at Steve's when Steve noticed Eddie blinking and grinning at him. Steve leaned over to Dustin.

"I think Eddie's trying to talk to me using Morse code. What's he saying?" He asked.

"Umm. . .yeah. I don't think that's what it is," Dustin said.

"Then what is he doing?" Steve asked.

"I think he's winking at you, Steve," Dustin said and then muttered, "Or he's having a stroke."

Steve cleared his throat and turned to Eddie. He nodded his head towards the kitchen. Eddie got the message and followed him.

"Yeah?"

"You know you can't wink, right?"

"What? No - Goddamnit!"

Fake Dating Prompts

1. “Don’t worry.  I’m a good actor/actress.”

2. “I know we’re supposed to be faking our relationship, but I think I’m actually starting to fall for you.”

3. “I said moaning, not screaming!  I want them to think we’re having sex, not that you’re being murdered!”

4. “It felt real when you kissed me.”

5. “Make it look more believable.  Hold my hand.”

6. “I’m willing to help you, but I don’t know how I feel about lying to people.”

7. “You’re a terrible cuddler.”  “And you’re a terrible kisser, but you asked me to be your fake girlfriend/boyfriend, so stop complaining.”

8. “I wasn’t exactly faking it when I told you I loved you.”  “And I wasn’t exactly faking it when I said it back.”

9. “Quick, they’re coming!  Kiss me!”

10. “Look.  If we do this, I’ll buy you stuff and my parents aren’t gonna think I’m a loser.  It’s a win for both of us.”

11. “You sure seemed to like it when I put my tongue in your mouth while we were kissing.”

12. “You wanna tell me why you had a boner when we were making out?”

13. “I know I said I didn’t want to make your ex jealous, but he’s/she’s a piece of shit and I changed my mind.  Come here so I can kiss you.”

14. “You’re so annoying.”  “People are coming.”  “I love you so much, baby!”

15. “Can you at least brush your teeth if we’re gonna kiss each other?  Your breath is fucking rancid!”

16. “To be clear, this is not gonna be like those movies where they pretend to date and then end up actually falling in love with each other.”

17. “Why on earth would I pretend to be your girlfriend/boyfriend?”  “Because I’ll pay you and we both know you need the money.”

18. “If we want this to look real, you’re gonna have to suck it up and cuddle with me.”

19. “Okay, there’s only one bed.  Neither of us want to sleep on the floor, so I guess we have to share.  But the following rules are not negotiable.  We sleep on opposite sides, backs to each other, and no cuddling or curling into each other.  Got it?”  “That sounds fair enough.”

20. “Take off your clothes.”  “What?!”  “Not all of them!  Just enough that they think we’re having sex.  I’ll be respectful.”

21. “You’re looking at me like you actually like me.”  “What?  No!  Why would I do that?”

22. “Was that a kiss or was that you trying to devour me whole?”

23. “Your hand is fucking freezing.”  “Yeah, well you’re gonna need to hold it if you want your parents to believe what you said about having a girlfriend/boyfriend.”

24. “I’m surprised we’re actually pulling it off, given how often we look like we want to drown each other.”

25. “I kinda liked sharing the bed with you.”

26. “You’re a better kisser than I thought you’d be.”

27. “Do you wanna maybe try dating for real?”

28. “Did you kiss me on the forehead when I fell asleep?”  “There were people around.  I had to make it look believable.”

29. “As much as I’d rather eat a shard of glass than kiss you, I guess I can grit my teeth and play along.”

30. “Hopefully it’s not awkward when we both actually find love.”