#and right as soon as i got close to being done

[l-starsz]

If you don't mind can you make one where Billie is feeling clingy and sucking readers tits nonstop, not fingering or anything just tit sucking kinda fluff

a/n: i hope this is good, i feel like i could’ve written this better😞

i heard the door close as billie was finally home from the studio. she’d been there almost all day, so obviously i wasn’t shocked when she came and laid against me as soon as her shoes and jacket were off. my arms immediately wrapped around her, and my focus shifted away from the tv, and over to her.

i ran my fingers up and down her back, placing a soft kiss against the top of her head before speaking.

“you’re tired, hm baby?”

she nodded against me as her eyes fell shut. i continued moving my hand on her back, whilst my other hand rested in her hair.

“do you want to go to bed so we’re more comfortable?” i whispered, placing another kiss on her head.

of course, she nodded again. i knew she wasn’t in much of a talking mood, and i wasn’t going to force her to talk if she didn’t feel like it. we walked upstairs, but i noticed one thing. billie was being more clingy than usual. don’t get me wrong, she was usually pretty clingy, but today she was so much clingier, just like always when she’s tired.

i smiled as she reached for my hand when we walked upstairs, and all she wanted was to be in my arms the second we reached the bed.

“cmon bil, we need to get ready for bed first. i know it’s late but we can be quick.” i giggled at how reluctant she was, but she soon gave in. she couldn’t resist saying no to me.

we first changed into comfier clothes, mine being pyjama bottoms and a baggy shirt, and hers being shorts and a baggy shirt. once we’d changed, we headed to the bathroom where we washed our faces, then did some skincare. lastly, we brushed our teeth and finally, it was time to get into bed.

i pulled billie against my chest the second we were against the mattress. we picked out something to watch on tv and got to settle down.

as we were laying there, billies hands began to wander. not too far, but far enough so that one was resting against one of my boobs. her fingers ran across it slowly, until they made their way to the bottom of my shirt. she lifted it slightly, before sliding her hand all the way up to cup my boob once again, this time underneath my shirt.

she laid in the same spot for a while, her hand still resting against me, occasionally squeezing me slightly. she soon shifted again though.

“can i?” she mumbled, her cheeks slightly pink.

i nodded with a small smile, and whispered, “of course, bil.”

i knew what she wanted.

i moved to sit up a bit, allowing her to pull my shirt off. her hands were quick to find my tits once again. she’d moved to straddle my lap as she laid her head down on my chest, her lips immediately finding one of my boobs. i felt her place gentle kisses against it, and she carefully sucked against my skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to make us feel closer.

she kept her mouth just around my skin for a bit, before making her way to my nipple. she was making sure to be gentle, we both knew that we didn’t want things to go any further right now, we just wanted to be close.

after a little while, she moved over to the other one, doing the exact same thing she’d previously done. it wasn’t too long before billie fell asleep against me. and it wasn’t long before i was half asleep, whispering a sleepy ‘i love you’ to her before kissing the top of her head and pulling the blankets over us, falling asleep content with my girl in my arms.

[xcherryc2x]

You are Kento Nanami’s secretary….he decides to give you a special bonus!!!

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He pats his thigh, leaning back into his desk chair, motioning you to come close to him

“Come here sweetheart, let’s talk”

You slowly inch closer, trying to remember about any mistakes you’ve made recently

Your hands are trembling holding papers, your so nervous you could drop dead. Your boss had been in a bad mood as of late

“s-sir I-I made sure to clear out—“

“calm down…have a seat”

There is no other chair close and you realize he’s serious about you sitting in his lap,

His large hand creeps on to your ass, pulling you towards him, until your knees bend on their own and you feel his cold, sculpted body touching your back

His breath is hot on your neck causing your face to flush. You can’t take this. You’re pussy is twitching on his thigh, getting wetter as he bounces his knee under you.

Both his hands slowly start massaging your hips, rubbing circles on your thighs too. you bite your lips trying to hold back the moan his touches were causing

“hmmm you’ve been doing such a good job lately” he whispers into your ear, smirking

You feel him pulling down your skirt, and unbuttoning your top from the front. He was so gentle, going so slow, he was trying his best not to scare you off.

Once your clothes are off, only your panties remain, he keeps playing with the skimpy piece of fabric, tracing his fingers around it, teasing you.

He places soft kisses on your shoulder, moving your hair to the side making you lean back into him. he’s got you right where he wants

“you know…a good girl like you deserves a reward hm”

His deep voice echos in the room and you start to feel something hard under you

you shamelessly position yourself right onto his crotch. Creating the perfect spot for you to rub your pussy against. You try to be discrete, moving very slowly but he would be a fool not to feel the way your greedy cunt had started to pulse on his covered cock

he chuckles “looks like someone’s ready for their reward”

His hands squeeze your ass causing you to squeal, you immediately stopped moving to look back at him

“Get up on the desk baby” he says

“but sir what about your meeting, it starts soon” your voice is so quiet, you doubt he heard you. Your shaking in fear and anticipation.

You had recently noticed the way your boss checked you out often and the way the words “baby” and “sweetheart” easily rolled off his tongue. But you never expected the situation to escalate this much.

“don’t worry about that princess, we’ll be done here before you know it”

he lifts you up himself, you have no choice but to crawl onto his desk, moving folders and papers aside making room for you to be on all fours

He pulls your underwear down and stands up, unbuckling his belt and letting his monster cock free. precum was dripping out of his swollen tip, he had to be careful not to get it onto his clothes

He slides it in, groaning at the tightness of your cunt. It was so wet that it easily entered, like it was swallowing him whole

the face he made looked like it was actually his reward. He thinks to himself how you have the perfect little pussy just for him.

You’re insides were pressing down on his dick, he slowly started thrusting and you held on to the edges of the desk for support. Each thrust created squelching sounds followed by your gasps and moans

His dick was so big that you could start to feel it ramming against your cervix as he bucked his hips with more force. But he was careful not to make it hurt too bad.

You’re pussy was being stretched passed its limits as his dick violently made its way in and out

You could feel your inner walls molding to the huge size, each vein making it’s mark inside you.

now the desk was really starting to wobble, it could possibly even break

“p-please slower…nnggh…I-want…mphh sir” he was making you mix up your words, fucking you stupid. Does he think you’ll ever be able to continue your job normally after this??

you keep whimpering, he’s going too fast, his thick cock won’t give you a break. He’s keen on getting this over with quickly

You understand he has business to attend to but that doesn’t mean he can break you into two, swelling up inside you despite causing you to orgasm more times than you can handle

Now your body was tingling, burning up, becoming increasingly sensitive to his tight grip on your sides

“f-fuck” he mutters under his breath as your cunt squeezes the bottom of his dick once more

You think you just came, but in all honesty you don’t know anymore, each movement of his hips causing you more pleasure than the last. He was keeping count by the way you clenched hard on him every 2 minutes and how your legs would start to shake

“I know you can take it baby…just a bit more”

You appreciated that he was trying to slow down but it was no use, he had turned your insides into mush and you kept arching your back when he hit your sweet spot. The amount of noise your making is humiliating, you hope no one is nearby to hear

Finally you felt a heavy stream of Nanami’s cum flow deep inside you. It felt so nice you wished he had came sooner, it felt soothing considering how aggressively his throbbing cock was pounding into you previously.

You both gasped for air as the last bit of his semen shot into you

You collapsed on the desk as he frantically rummaged around to find tissues, speed walking towards the washroom in his office, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his forehead

You couldn’t move an inch of your body and the cold hard wood felt nice on your overheated body. You should really clean up, but his cum kept leaking out of your gaping hole.

He comes out with his hair fixed and clothes neatly back on. Nobody could ever guess he just had rough sex with his secretary. You on the other hand needed serious help

your bun came loose, your knees were bruised and you couldn’t think properly

“I’ll be back soon sweetheart, try not to let anymore spill out” he says followed by a low laugh. He shuts the door behind him

You’re face flushes red, what did he just say?

Well it’s not like your in the state to getup and walk around anyways so you stay sprawled out, feeling filled to the brim and tired

Nanami attends the meeting but can’t wait for it to be over. He stays distracted the whole time thinking about how he’s gonna fuck you even harder

Well seems like your hard work paid off and your boss has taken a strong, a very strong liking towards you. A liking strong enough to keep your pussy constantly pumped full of his cum anytime you would enter his office from now on🙂

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[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 2, Part 1

masterpost - this is just a first draft, please no editing or concrit! I have had a migraine for over a week now (。﹏ 。)

“Are you even sure that they’re here with us now?” Mina asked as she shuffled her tarot cards almost absentmindedly.

Mina was taking Danny’s request apparently very seriously. They had moved from the cozy kitchen into the appropriately mysterious reading room. Mina sat in her navy blue, wingback chair. Danny stood next to the more demure guest chair at the table. The candles were even lit.

He picked up on of the coins scratched with odd symbols and turned it over in his fingers. He knew that Mina would use them as oracle coins with her cards, a way to add more depth to what was being told, but they were basically a complete mystery to him.

Danny set the coin back down. “They’re here. I think they feel bad for the seizure so they’ve been sticking close. There’s this… you know old monitors and screens? The big chunky ones. If you got close to them you could basically feel the static electricity coming off of them? That’s what their presence feels like to me.”

“Oh, huh. The cards can sometimes feel that way to me when I’m picking them,” Mina said. Her head was tilted thoughtfully, her eyes just slightly absent. “I wonder if they’re less ghost and more magic. Or if they were magic when they were alive? Magic of course being used loosely here for a variety of otherwordly and arcane forces.”

“Maybe,” Danny agreed with a helpless little shrug. “Like I’ve said, they don’t feel like a normal ghost, but if they’re not a ghost I don’t know why they came to me. Someone like you would be better at helping them if they’re magic and not dead.”

“On the surface, sure, but like, you don’t feel like a ‘normal’—” Mina made airquotes with her fingers around the word normal. “—human yourself.”

“Say what now?”

“Well you don’t!” Mina finally set the cards down so that she could motion freely as she talked. “It’s not something that the average person is going to pick up on, but to an adapt like me you also feel like you’re an adapt or something. Heck, I bet that you’ve met some people that you just weird out for no real reason you can tell. That’s the otherness.”

Well, she was right, he had freaked people out before, but he had always thought that was just a bad day and his ghostliness was bleeding through a little or something. He wasn’t magic.

“Now sit down,” Mina said.

Danny blinked. “I’m not who you’re reading.”

“No, but I can’t read them, so I’ll have to read them through you,” Mina explained like it was the most obviously thing.

It was best just to trust Mina, Danny figured, and took the seat across from her. Immediately, Hubris jumped up in Danny’s lap and nudged at his fingers for a pet. Mina stacked the deck straight and slid it over.

“Shuffle these for me. Don’t try to focus inside or on a question or anything, just focus on them.”

“Them as in them and not them as in the cards, right?”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Yes, Danny.”

“Look, I’m just making sure! I don’t do magic,” Danny said as he started to shuffle. It was a little hard to do so, what with Hubris trying to bat the cards away, but Danny did his very best to focus on the ghost. He thought about how it felt to interact with them. What they looked like. What the echo of their nearly there voice sounded like.

The tags on Hubris’ collar zapped Danny with a sudden zap of static electricity and Danny put down the deck to shake his hand out. Mina snapped them up as soon as he did. He guessed he was done shuffling.

“Ghost friend,” Mina called out. (Danny thought the ‘friend’ bit was generous.) “If you can hear me, focus on what got you in this mess.”

Danny leaned forward to try, as always, to see if he could sense something from Mina as she cut the cards, fanned out several on the table in front of her, and ran her fingers along them. As always, he didn’t see a damn thing about what made her pick the card she did.

Mina gave the sort of sucked in breath that pulled her bottom lip into her teeth as she flipped over the first card. It was the Tower. The bricks detailed by gold foil outlines that paled in comparison to the large lightning bolt striking it.

“Not good?” Danny asked.

“Very not good. You know how Death isn’t actually a card to fear?”

Danny nodded.

Mina tapped the card. “This is the card to fear.”

“Huh. Damn.”

[leashybebes]

apparently I'm not done

Do we think Tommy spent months thinking I'll run into him soon. Next time I see him I'll be brave. I think it's worth being brave.

And okay they got a little distracted - how could he not get distracted by those flirty eyes, that flash of a smile, that familiar come get me tone in Evan's voice? How could he do anything other than flood with exhilaration and adrenaline, let himself be pulled into an Uber, pulled through a familiar house, Evan's hands firm on his body, tangling in his clothes like he wants Tommy. Wants him close, and needs to do anything other than be his addictive, magnetic self to achieve that. Tommy's in his orbit, always has been.

(But Tommy's a comet, he doesn't have a regular orbit. He passes through people's lives, gets close for a little while, then shoots off into space alone again.)

He lets himself forget that, though. Lets himself get lost in the way Evan kisses him, strips him, pushes him down onto a bare mattress like they're a pair of teenagers and takes him apart so thoroughly Tommy thinks Evan will be finding bits of Tommy all over this house for months. A bit of his heart here, a corner chipped away from his walls there, a scrap of his adoration there.

But the next morning - he can be brave. He's spent months wanting to be brave. He can be brave. Just this once. Just when it really counts. He can make it right. He can make it work.

He can be brave.

And I wonder how long after he'll spend telling himself, see? See? This is what you get. This is what you always get. This is what you deserve.

[levissslutt]

Warnings : 18+ MDNI smut, car sex wc : 2809

The mechanic

"Son of a bitch." You cursed under your breathe as your red convertible broke down on you again. This was the 3rd time this month, all the fucking theatrics were pissing you off.

Sinking down into the drivers seat your lip began to tremble, just a soft knock on the window made you jump.

You turned seeing a man leaning to peer into your window, but not low enough to be creepy, all you could really see was his salt and peppered beard.

"Hey- uh my shop is just across the street, I saw you break down a minute ago, you need a hand? Its going to get dark soon." He spoke through the crack in the window.

You turned slightly to see the man better. He wasn't bad looking, cute smile, caramel skin, and soft brown eyes that held sincerity. He looked almost tired. But they darted around yours, not missing a detail.

"I got my little one back in the shop, he's doing his homework, but we can stay out here tho , I don't mean no harm, just willing to give a hand." He held his hands up.

The man seemed a little older than you, but you nodded, praying to whoever was listening that this was just a genuine human being.

Stepping out of the vehicle with a huff, you shook his hand.

"Hi, I appreciate it Im Bella."

He shook it back, eyes flickering to your lips.

"Im Josh, and like I said before that's my shop right across the street, with the sign."

You sighed realizing you had barely said a word to the man.

"Im sorry, I don't mean to come off rude, its just- been a long ass day."

He let out a low breathy laugh. "Im already knowing."

"What's a young lady like yourself doing out here at this time of the night."

He watched you silently, taking in the cute pout on your full lips.

"Well I own a yoga studio in the city, but I stay just up the street in those quiet townhomes."

His face had lit up, "for real? me and my lil' man stay over there too."

"Whattt- that's crazy. Ive been over here for about four years now, but about a year ago I was in a bad wreck and Ive just been having the worst luck with replacements." Your mood lightened a bit learning of a new face in the area.

He chuckled lightly as you ranted at your dilemma.

“ Well I gotchu, lemme take a look.”

You perked up even more, "you really wouldn't mind helping me?"

He chuckled, " not at all."

He moved with confidence to the drivers side door popping up the lever for the hood, then wrapping back around to prop it open. You sat on the curb, to the left of him watching him silently. You told yourself at first you were making sure he wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to be…..that’s why you were checking him out…yea!

“So this yoga studio you own, giving you good business?” His question broke you out of your thoughts.

“Blessed ain’t even the word, if I keep hitting my monthly goals like i’ve been these past few years I might be able to open another location by the end of next year, what about you and your shop?”

He let out a low whistle, impressed. “You got a genuine vibe to you I can tell you got a good head on your shoulders, you keep up that tunnel vision, it’s up from here.”

You smiled at the older man, not expecting his compliment.

“But, contrast to you I might have to close this shop down, which sucks, however this is my 6th location in the state.”

Your head snapped up, “man what you got me beat, six locations is incredible, that’s wassup.”

He continued working with easy confidence, chucking at your comment. “Not even, this was my pops business, and I took over when he passed.”

His eyes flicked to your bare thighs as he tightened a cap, and popped the lid closed. You caught it.

“Oh wow I’m sorr- wait are you done ?”

You got up not even registering his movements until he leaned onto the hood, looking smug. “Crank it up for me ma and tell me.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he was looking at you now, not necessarily staring, but watching very closely. Taking in your work out attire and the dip in your hips. ' Damn she fine.' He thought.

Sliding into the driver seat your turned your key, the car started immediately, smoothly. Your mouth was slightly agape, as you leaned back into the seat.

The man rounded to the passenger side, grinning ear to ear. “I got the magic touch just like pops” he grinned, tapping your window.

Rounding the car he made his way to stand right in front of you now, watching you with those deep brown eyes, since he’d come to your widow from his shop you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him, the tension building with each second.

He felt it too.

Gathering yourself you tried to sound neutral, “so what now Mr. handy man you want a payment.” You should not have said that.

His eyes glossed over with something dark, it only flashed for a second, and just as fast as it came it had gone, leaving a devilish grin in its place.

“I got something in mind, Ms. yoga instructor .”

Your lips parted slightly as your breath shortened, chest rising and falling slightly faster. Taking a step towards you the man was now inches from you…watching.

“Tell me something else ma.” He drawled, eyes twinkling.

“Hmm?” You couldn’t say any actual words now or your voice would've cracked at the tension that was now brewing in the air.

“You flexible?”

The fuck

Raising an eyebrow at the man, you scoffed.

Chuckling he threw his hands up, “you asked me for a payment…..ma.”

“And to think you was just a sweet mechanic trying to help out a poor helpless girl.” You laughed, but it held no real bite, considering the way he was eye fucking you, also considering how much you were enjoying it.

His smile stretched showing, his capped canines.

‘Oh?, you hadn’t noticed those before.’

The sight only made you squeeze your legs together slightly, but he caught the movement nonetheless, smirking.

The two of you locked eyes, your breathing had hitched, and before you could think too much you slid onto the center console, inviting him into the drivers seat.

He slid in smoothly, shutting the door, with zero hesitation.

Now that he was in your car, and you were all but pressed up against his side, you really took the time to look at the man. He had grey hairs that littered his hair all the way down to his beard. Contrast to all the grey, his face held not one wrinkle, his lips were full and pink, and his eyes were small and oval, that twinkled as you eyed him.

Chuckling he rubbed his hands together, "so you gon stare me down and not come sit on my lap huh?"

His voice was lower now, dripping wit a dark undertone. "Come here girl."

Slowly you forced yourself to move. You were grown, he was grown, why the fuck were you acting so shy, cause what you really wanted to do to him was fuck him to tears.

Your legs finally moved, and straddled him in the drivers seat, his large hands came and rested on your thighs, circling his thumb in slow deliberate motions.

His eyes were locked onto you, he was already taking a chance even asking something like this of a literal stranger, but you looked so damn good it didn't make no sense.

"I know you want to ma, go head'."

"You in my head or sum Mr. Mechanic?"

"Not at all pretty girl, I just see where your eyes lingering the most."

He leaned in inches from your lips.

Without wasting another second, you reached up running your fingers through his beard. He sat back, smiling with a satisfied hum. You couldn't help but marvel at how soft it was.

His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, pressing you flat against him, lips crashing into each others. With the engine running, the only sound was, that, the engine.

He didn't let you up for a second, he engulfed you, kissing you as if you owed him- ohh wait. You did owe home.

Your hips stuttered into his as you shuddered at the chills running up your back. His hands began to roam as he tongued the inside of your mouth, fighting and immediately winning for dominance.

He pulled back for a second to you let you catch your breathe, a string of saliva falling from the connection.

"Fuck girl." His hips bucked up lightly, his hardening length creeping up your thigh.

He breathed into your cheek before peppering kisses along your jaw. His hands were traveling, now moving up your stomach to your boobs, cupping the soft mounds.

He grinned into the sloppy kiss at the fact that you didn't have a bra on.

Your heart hammered into your rib cage, you were positive he could feel it, but it didn’t stop his movements.

You had to take control of the situation because there was no way in hell you were about to let him dominate you, he was going to get fucked, not you. After all you did owe him.

Pushing yourself off of him you attempted to get in between his knees on the car floor. After pushing the seat all the way back, you had a percent view of him.

His clothes were dirty, obviously, he's a mechanic, but his skin was soft and vibrant. Regardless of the way he looked he smelt of something clean and earthy, and something slightly masculine as well.

You eyed him as your fingers curled around his waistband, pulling them low enough for his member to pop out, slapping his stomach.

'Fuckin hell'.

Your eyes didn't leave his, and he was too mesmerized to tear his away from yours. Your tongue found his tip, swirling around the swollen head.

He jerked beneath you, growling lowly at the feeling. You worked his head, until his breathing was faster, chest rising and falling. Sinking your mouth all the way onto his length, causing his breath to hitch, and his hand flew to the back of your head, guiding you.

Your eyes met his as you came up, letting him out your mouth with a 'pop.'

"You keep sucking my shit like that I might need a yoga membership."

You smirked at the man, you were nowhere near done with him yet. You took him back in your mouth, you were utterly satisfied watching his hooded eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

His breathing picked up rapidly as you bobbed your head on his length, his hips slowly began to move into your head, needing some friction. Your hands found his balls, fondling them gently in rhythm with your mouth. He was squirming now, small whimpers escaped the husky man above you.

What a beautiful sight that was, he may have had you quiet a bit ago when he first walked up to the car, but now? All you could hear was the sounds of his tip hitting the back of your throat, the sound of you swallowing him whole in your mouth.

"Fuck ma, im finna nut."

His hips were jerking into you now, his hand in your hair, a guide for his movements. Tears brimmed your eyes from the force of him hitting the back of your throat, but you didn't care. You were going to unravel this man.

Your hands moved to rest on his thighs as he continued face fucking you, his mouth agape, and brows furrowed, you watched him closely.

His eyes were glowering into yours, he couldn't believe this was actually happening.

His breaths were short and jagged, he jerked underneath you again.

"Here I go baby." He whispered. His movements didn't falter at all and without warning, he shot his load into the back of your throat, warm and thick. It was all you could do not to throw it back up on him, he knew damn well he was wrong for that, not to worry you still were not done with the mechanic.

Before he could gather himself you pushed yourself onto him, his eyes widening slightly. He watched you slide your yoga shorts down hovering just above him.

His eyes were all but twinkling at this point.

"You bout to ride my shit pretty girl?"

He didn't even try to hide the wicked grin plastered on his face.

You nodded biting your lip, taking him into your hand you slid his tip up and down your entrance coating his tip in your essence. Fuck a condom honestly. His hands were trembling on your waist from pure pleasure, you weren't going to let him up tho.

Without warning you sunk onto his length, causing his head to drop onto the back of the seat.

“Fuuckk Josh.” You hissed.

He felt so damn good, kissing all the right places you needed him too. His hands found your ass as you adjusted to his size.

You were completely naked in front of him, no way did you think this is how this interaction would go….you sitting on is dick.

His eyes fluttered as he watched you, in pure ecstasy.

“You look so damn good girl.”

He nipped at your neck and then your boobs, leaving a trail in its path. Your hips were bouncing on top of him in steady movements that made your thighs burn but you didn’t care.

You wanted to fuck this man .

Your pussy was clenching onto him as if she’d never been filled before, and honestly the way he was fucking back into you…..maybe she hadn't.

Your hands found his shoulders for stability as you snapped your hips together, the windows were fogging up and his son was long forgot about, hope that boy got a lot of homework.

He was getting ready to flip you into the back when you stopped him, running your hand up the back of his neck, your fingers curled around the end of his long mullet, grabbing a fist full of his curls, jerking his head back to look at you.

“This my shit Joshua .” You growled into the base of his ear. That cocky smirk of his gone, now replaced with an exasperated look. Begging.

You weren’t letting up on the man, the burn in your thighs only adding to the knot forming in your stomach. His hands were rested lazily on your hips as he was a whimpering mess underneath you.

All that bite he had was gone, and you had him right were you wanted.

“You want me to stop Josh?”

You peered down into his eyes as you whispered to him.

Had it not been for the fact that you were 2 centimeters away from his face, you would’ve missed it.

Tears brimmed the man’s eyes as you fucked him. Riding him in the drivers seat of your car.

“N- no ma don’t stop.”

You could barely make out his words, a hushed whimper left his lips, like he don’t want you to hear him. Fuck that.

“Let me hear you pretty boy.”

He almost couldn’t take that, letting out a string of moans, eyes rolled to the back of his head as your right hand still gripped his hair. His hips had given out as you rolled yours into him, leaving small kitten kisses on his neck.

The knot in your stomach was ready to give out just at the sight of him alone, let alone the way he pulsated inside of you.

“F-fuck me ma.”

You grinned, hips grinding into his.

Without warning his hand gripped your neck as you pounded into him, using that leverage he began snapping his own hips back into your pussy.

Sending ripples through your ass. At this point you were seeing stars. The way his hips stuttered, indicated that he was too. You fucked each other into oblivion. The edges of your vision blurred as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, him following shortly behind you.

His moans were loud, filling up the tiny space.

"Gah damn ma, I just. nutted. all. in yo shit."

He was breathless, dragging out each word like he'd just run a marathon. Your head rested on his chest eyes fluttering.

"I might break yo car again just to have you ride me like that one mo' time mama."

You grinned, too tired to move an inch, "yea right boy you wish." Voice hushed and fucked out.

He only chuckled at you, as your eyes fought to stay open.

"You just fucked me like a side piece and now you done fell asleep."

He watched you fight to keep your eyes open after that workout, but ultimately failed.

No way you just fell asleep butt ass naked in your car in the arms of a stranger, how tf was you supposed to get home.

---

When you woke your hips were deliciously sore, unable to even stretch properly. When your eyes finally fixated on the room that laid out in front of you, you were in your bed. In your house.

"How the fuck did I get here.."

[forthelostones]

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ➺ 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #9

anderson construction and landscaping had been parked outside your door since you returned home from university. as if the summer couldn't get any hotter, the business owner works overtime in your area. anderson is collecting new, loyal clients of your neighbors, cementing her permanence in your life for the next few months. what's to come of your girlish crush when she keeps showing up?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 18+ (mdni); age-gap, young!reader, older!abby, butch!abby, slow-burn, suggestive language, thoughts of infidelity, ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parents, nickname: sweetheart, and modern au.

𝚊𝚗. listen,,, i am actively doing a masters i apologize!!! i've recently stopped using grammarly for a more real writing experience. so if things are wonky, just know thats why! no more ai help. this isnt my BEST but.

♫ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. cry to me by loleatta holloway♫

I was completely dazed, hoping that I won’t crash into a brick wall anytime soon. The images from last night were on a constant reply behind my eyes. I’m sure she has no idea or at least I hope that she doesn’t but when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw her. She was standing in my shower letting brushing her hands against her body, tracing the lines of her hips with what I presume was my soap. The door was slightly ajar although the steam hid her, which I was thankful for, a perverse part of my brain wish it wasn’t. But her outline was more than enough. The feeling wasn’t anger towards her but frustration all again within me being a creep and internal moral conflict. 

As I tossed in bed, I listened to her feed pad around the hardwood and finally settle in the living room. After rolling back and forth multiple times I found a comfortable position and let my mind drift away void of any lingering thoughts. Images of her continuously flashed in my mind, it was inappropriate, unprofessional, a conflict of interest. My shoulders dropped instantly as we pulled into her driveway, she left me alone and I pressed my head against the seat.

Once I ended my call with Henrietta and confirmed today’s appointment, she reappeared dressed in black jeans, baby blue cotton button up rolled to the elbow, hair out of her face and ears decorated with gold jewelry and minimal makeup. A soft tote bag thrown over her shoulder slipped off ever so slightly as she opened the door — I itched to get out and do it for her, it didn’t feel right to see her open it on her own. Up close she looked honey-drenched from a soft golden shimmer highlighted on the peaks of her face. I swallowed roughly. 

“Are you nervous?” I ask, hoping the breaking the silence will help me feel normal. 

“Not at all,” She says plainly.

“Were you nervous your first time Ms. Anderson?” She stares out the window. 

I chuckle. “Depends.” 

“My mindset is there is nothing I can’t do. I can have it all, you know.” 

“I remember my first project after Grandad died, I took over his small crew of chauvinistic dicks.  They all acted like I gave him the cancer, that was the hardest part, getting the job done even though I was surrounded by people who couldn’t care less if I died too. A lot of time I was at sites overnight, fixing mistakes they made on purpose, juggling multiple contracts, grieving,” I grip the wheel tighter remembering the level of mental turmoil I was put through. Funeral arrangements, emotionally manipulative girlfriend, underpaid… “I don’t think I had time to be nervous, I had to be strong immediately. Let them call me horrible names and make those jokes to prove a point,” 

A small Henrietta came into view waving a small, saggy arm quickly. She was so cute. 

“That’s Mrs. Harris, she’s quite the character.” I add. 

Without time to complete our conversation we both step out with haste. 

“Welcome ladies, now I don’t remember this fine young lady before.” 

“Hi Ms. Harris, I’m Ms. Anderson’s new assistant, nice meeting you.” She smiles brightly and genuinely. 

“Perfect, you can meet my daughter Nora then, she’s making iced tea.” 

My face contorts with confusion as we take our shoes off at the door to walk into the kitchen. Lemon lady, Nora, looks up and our faces share similar confusion. I scratch at a sliver of my exposed arm. 

“Abigail,” She manages to grunt. 

“Oh—What? You two know each other?” Her mother questions. 

“‘Ma were actually neighbors,” 

Mrs. Harris gasps theatrically and slams her hand over her chest and praises silently to herself. 

“We are.” I confirm. 

Nora’s tanned skin was deep and rusty, causing her light brown eyes to pop even more. I saw her beauty in its fullness as she pranced from around the island in a hot pink wrap dress. 

“So, what the hell!” Henrietta laughs, wrapping a causal arm around my new assistant. 

“In passing we speak but not fully, I definitely don’t know you, hi.” 

I had never payed attention to how raspy her voice was - sultry. Her long lashes fluttered as two parts of my new world began to collide instantly and explode right in my face. Nora’s full 'fro was painted with a stroke of grey around the edges of her hairline feathering outwards. Her femininity was palpable, she floated on her lavender painted toes around the kitchen, finally making it to me. I had to look downwards slightly to meet her gaze. 

“Hi,” She twinkles softly. 

“Well, hello there. I started to find it suspicious that I didn’t receive a crate of lemons recently.” 

She laughs behind a soft manicured hand that then brushes slightly against my bicep. “I’m starting limes now.” 

For some reason I blushed. 

We sat in the tastily aquatic themed living room where I sat with all three ladies to have further discussion, even now I didn’t want to, I wanted to hear Nora’s voice again. A small tingle danced on my body from all the pleasantries Nora and I had ran into from simply speaking. No awkward waves or glances and I felt … a bit nervous. Her femininity was fragrant and I pictured those short nails piercing into my skin as I flatten her curls into a pillowcase.

Iced tea sat center on to coffee table that I sipped while avoiding any glances in Nora’s direction, undressing her with my eyes in front of her mother would be absolutely inappropriate — which made it harder. As I slipped on my specs to read some notes I made after meeting with Henrietta I felt two flaming gazes traveling in my direction. One of them mutual and one of them not, a fantasy living in my dreamscape. 

“‘Ma I won’t be moving back in anytime soon, but if you worked on the guest bedroom, maybe I could stay over more often?” Nora groaned. 

Henrietta melted into her seat sadly at the final conclusion. 

“Fine. Abby, would that be something you have time to do?” She asked. 

“Let me check our calendar and call you.” 

“Or call Nora!”

I giggled a bit and looked to my newest edition force a soft grin at the non-business related topic at hand. The sheer enthusiasm from her mother told me everything that I needed to know, Nora had been single for far too long, living a bit sedentary like me. Luckily for me, I didn’t have any parents anymore to nag me about it. 

Nora slipped on tan criss-cross sandals to walk us outside to the door, where we headed for the truck, but not just before she gripped my bicep. I turn with hot curiosity to the woman who now stands slightly above me the peak of the morning glistening on her face. 

“Sorry, she can be a bit dramatic.” She apologies. 

“It’s perfectly fine, it’s good you still have her,” I add. 

“Listen Abby, this blind date was unusual but I feel like we can take a drink and learn more about each other. Or I could cook you breakfast this weekend, whatever you want.” She smiled. 

I nodded casually but was internally on the brink of combustion, her initiative surprised me and I was upset I couldn’t approach her first, but I was pleased. 

“Absolutely, your mom took the liberty of texting me your contact so no worries I’ll be in touch.” I mimic her soft smile. 

“Perfect. Hope to hear from you soon.” 

“Whatever we decide to do I’d love to see you in some lavender.” I wriggle my fingers. 

She nods her head and my knees could’ve buckled then and there but instead I step back and turn to face the truck. 

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Sorry.” 

I jog slightly to the truck and unlock the door for my poor assistant who had to see the most unprofessional display of interaction with a client on her first day. I cut the AC on quickly and lean back in the driver’s seat to look over at her. But I couldn’t read her, was she upset or confused? I couldn’t tell. 

“How about we get you home, I’m headed—“ 

“Could you take me to Ellie’s? She’s just off the second exit on the highway.” She request then buckles her seatbelt. 

“Of course.” 

— 

Last night I promised myself to sort through the regular onboarding paperwork so I could pay my new addition for her time as soon as possible. I sat in an empty house under the hum of central air under me as I sort out the forms, some that I needed her to sign. Realistically, I could send the PDF to her email or invite her over so I can see her again.  I look over to my empty wine glass and the sticky red residue settled at the bottom of the cup. My stomach tightened for the third time, but I can’t ignore it, I needed to get dinner in order. 

8:53 p.m.: Need you to fill out some forms for me. 

Instead of sitting and watching grey bubbles appear and disappear, I started on sorting my grocery order I placed when I came back. After my third glass of wine I decided to make a lemon garlic pasta after reading one recipe and certain that it was simple enough for me to do tonight. 

I found a beer in hand and my phone in another with a caldron of a pot boiling over to the stove top. Chopped lemons lifted the scent in the house from rich to light and sweet as it grew dry on the counter. A bell-sound came from my phone and I jumped at the opportunity to read it but was highly unaware of my own mess. 

“Fuck,” I holler, my screen now covered in lemon juice. 

I drop my phone down on the counter amongst the ingredients and pick my angel hair pasta up, the package slips out of my hand and the threads of hard yellow sticks hit the floor. I watch them spread and roll to wherever they pleased. 

My door bell hummed at the front of the house and I slightly jogged to catch it, I wasn’t expecting her to pop up now, especially in a moment like this, shit.

“Hey, I wasn’t—“

“Oh.” Nora smiled timidly. 

“Nora, wow, hi.” 

“Seems like you were expecting someone. I can dip out…” She offers. 

“Um,” I wipe my fingers against the dish towel thrown over my shoulder. “Not at all come in.” 

I slip to the side and welcome her in. Her choice of loungewear was black linen pants and an oversized Howard University sweatshirt. She left her UGG slippers near the front door and crossed her arms as she admired the room. 

“Cooking or attempting to, um, in the kitchen if you wanna join me. Want a drink?” 

The water in the pot dulled, most of it gone into the atmosphere or on the stove itself.

“Oh gosh, Abigail,” Nora rushed to gather the stray pasta. “I’ve never seen anyone struggle like this to cook noodles.” 

If anyone else would’ve said that, I would have been highly offended but her non judgmental tone soothed me. She held them out like a bouquet before handing them to me to toss in the trash. Without thought she turned the heat off and refilled the pot carefully in the sink and carried it back. 

“I have pasta in my pantry, it’s capellini if that’s okay?” 

“Perfect.” I smile, clueless of what that is. 

As soon as she closed the door I jolted off to the bathroom to freshen up. Stepping in front of the mirror was a live horror show. My braid was veering off to the side with flying hairs sticking up around my crown. Quickly, I untangled my hair, brushed it out and threw on more deodorant. 

Nora was natural in the kitchen with her tea towel tucked in her waistband and using knives that have about as much action as me in the last five years. She brought over a much more adult bottle of a 2012-something and taught me how to identify the notes. I stood over her shoulder, watching her wrist make a swift motion out of a steel pan she brought from her home. The fragrant lemon sauce was coming together well with diced shallots and what I believe was fresh thyme, from her home garden.

She taught me how to properly swirl and plate the right portion and then store it for the days to come. We gathered at my dining table, slightly tipsy, but overjoyed at the fresh grated parmigiana’s compliment to the wine. Her lips were coated in the smooth sauce and her tongue grazed against them to clear off the residue. “I don’t remember my last home cooked meal.” I admit, chewing behind my hand. 

“That’s a shame,” she sighed. 

“Well, nope I just lied. My assistant’s parents invited me over for dinner, so I guess that counts. I think I was referring to more so inside of my own home.” 

“Do most of your clients prepare food for you?” She chuckled uncomfortable. 

“Uh, not meals but drinks, snacks, of course. They’re getting a bathroom demo and it’s a little bit exciting and I’ll be spending a bunch of time there — to be fair, I wasn’t the priority receiver of their kindness, they threw a party and invited me.”

"Great because mom can't cook." She smirked.

She twirled the last bits of the noodles around her fork and sat back to glance over to me, her hand slightly grazing her belly. My alcohol intake was far too high in the last couple of days and it was making me more and more malleable. I chewed on the corner of my lip as Nora’s eyes poured into mine seductively. 

“I am overjoyed Nora, thank you.” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

“Me too, I’m glad I stopped by.” 

I scooted my chair out to collect our dishes as her hand reached out to stop me. 

“Abigail, why don’t you get that after you walk me to my door?” 

All the blood rushed out of me as her dark voice beckoned me to obey.

“Well, yes ma’am.” 

Nora shuffled in front of me and led me to her property, covered in healthy plants and garden decor. I guess I never really looked at the items in her yard but she had a landscaping talent. 

“This is me.” She smiled before turning towards me and crossing her arms as she does. 

“I’m happy to have shared a nice meal with you. Thanks for saving my dinner.” 

Nora casually tucked a stray hair floating on the side of my temple and pulled it back behind my ear. “Abigail, I just followed the recipe.” 

I leaned down to place a long, intentional kiss onto her right cheek, her hands came to my shoulders briefly and back to her sides as I stepped away. 

“I’ll wait to see you fully in.” I gestured to her door.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱

You were waiting outside for over thirty minutes, banging your fist against Ms. Anderson’s door. One of her truck’s was in the driveway and nothing seemed out of order outside, so you were confused as to why she wasn’t coming to the door. 

All your calls went straight to voicemail meaning it was dead or she turned it off entirely. You do a combination of doorbell ringing and phone calling until the door flies open. Abby stood in an unusually silky black robe with a metal baseball bat. Her usually perfectly primped hair was matted and sticking to her skin. She sighed in audible relief that it was just me. 

“I heard banging,” She winced and covered her eyes with her palm. 

“I’ve been calling and banging for almost an hour.” You move past her. 

Wine glasses and dirty plates came in to view and a sinking feeling dropped in your belly. She had her neighbor over, she got to have dinner with Abby, touch her, kiss her, and by the looks of it fuck her too.

[thedensworld]

Run Devil Run | c.sc (Teaser)

Pairing: Incubus Seungcheol! x reader (feat. Incubus Jeonghan)

Genre: Supernatural romance au!

Type: fluff, angst, smut (mdnil!)

The New Project – Yoon Jeonghan

You tapped your nails against the rim of your cocktail glass, eyes scanning the dimly lit bar. The air was thick with conversation, laughter melting into the soft hum of jazz playing in the background. It was a Saturday night—which meant one thing.

Yoon Jeonghan would be here.

You had done your research. Jeonghan was a creature of habit, a man who lived in effortless perfection—too beautiful, too charming, too untouchable. A top actor with a face that could launch a thousand headlines, yet somehow, he had kept his name scandal-free.

Your client wanted that to change.

Your task? Get close. Make him fall. Break him. And then, hand over the evidence that would turn his flawless reputation into ruin.

Simple enough.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted him. Jeonghan. He was exactly where he was supposed to be—leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped loosely around a whiskey glass, eyes half-lidded as he listened to a friend’s story with an amused smirk.

A smirk that could ruin lives.

You tilted your head, exhaling slowly. Showtime.

Step one: get close to him.

You adjusted your posture, subtly angling yourself toward him without making it obvious. Not too desperate, not too disinterested. Just enough to place yourself in his periphery.

You ordered another drink, the bartender setting it down just as Jeonghan’s gaze flickered to you. It was a brief glance, barely a second long—but you felt the weight of it.

Good.

Step two: make him fall.

Jeonghan was used to being chased. Women fawned over him, men admired him, and yet—you wouldn’t do either. That was the trick.

So, you didn’t approach him.

You didn’t stare.

Instead, you let him notice you.

You exchanged fleeting glances, offering just the right amount of smile before looking away. A game of push and pull. Just enough to spark curiosity.

Then, the inevitable happened.

He came to you.

“You seem familiar,” Jeonghan mused, sliding into the barstool next to you. His voice was smooth, effortless. The kind that made people want to listen.

You blinked, feigning mild confusion. “Do I?”

He tilted his head, studying you, his smirk deepening as if he had already figured something out. “No,” he said. “But I wanted to see what you’d say.”

Clever.

You exhaled a soft chuckle, tapping your fingers against your glass. “And what did I say?”

Jeonghan took a sip of his drink, eyes gleaming. “Exactly what I expected.”

Step three: Play Him

Once Jeonghan took the bait, everything fell into place.

You met him at the bar twice more over the next few weeks, carefully weaving your way into his world. You weren’t too available, nor were you too distant. The perfect balance of interest and mystery.

You learned things.

1) His manager covered up rumors before they could spread.

2) He was always seen alone, yet never truly alone.

3) He didn’t mind attention, but he chose who got too close.

That was the trickiest part. Jeonghan was too smart. He knew when someone wanted something from him.

So you gave him exactly what he needed instead.

Fun. A distraction. Something to keep him entertained.

And in return, he let you in.

Close enough to stage a few things.

A photo here, a misleading encounter there. The illusion of scandal began to take shape.

Step four: leak the scandal

You sent the carefully crafted photos and fabricated “witness accounts” to your contact. The headlines would come soon enough.

“Yoon Jeonghan: Serial Womanizer?”

A carefully edited narrative. Just enough truth to be believable, just enough ambiguity to make people question.

And just like that, the job was done.

Or so you thought.

Because the next time you walked into the bar, someone else was waiting for you.

Not Jeonghan.

Not your client.

Choi Seungcheol.

And from the way he looked at you, dark amusement curling at the edges of his lips, you knew—

You were in trouble.

[wheels-of-despair]

It's Happening Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie Munson and Evil Woman are gonna walk that stage, snatch those diplomas, and have an absolutely unforgettable day. Contains: Caps and gowns, ice cream and ironed shirts, friends and family, the first day of the rest of these dummies' lives. Words: 4.2k

It's happening.

It's finally happening.

Eddie Munson is fucking graduating.

He sits on the edge of his hard metal chair, jiggling his leg on the over-polished floor of the Hawkins High gymnasium. Why is he so nervous? The worst is over. All he has to do is grab that diploma when Higgins calls his name, and he's done with this hellhole forever.

He keeps his eyes forward while Higgins drones on like Charlie Brown's teacher until the nameless, faceless blob to his right gets up to walk the stage. This is it. He's next. It's really happening.

"Edward Munson."

Eddie wipes his sweaty palms on his dumb green gown and stands.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Higgins asks from behind his podium.

Eddie panics. Unable to find his words, he points to the stage.

"Nice try, Munson," the principal sneers. "But I think we all know you'll be back here again next year. And the next. And probably the next, if you're not in jail by then. Isn't that right, kids?"

Eddie makes the mistake of looking around and seeing that all eyes are on him. The room is eerily silent until someone starts laughing, and everyone else joins in. Soon, the whole gym is roaring with cruel laughter that echoes off the walls, making his ears ring. It's physically painful. He has to get out of here. He's fucking done with this place, he doesn't care if he gets his diploma or not. Eddie Munson is DONE.

He feels a hand on his back and jerks away defensively.

"Babe?" He knows that voice. He turns to her, and immediately regrets jerking away from her gentle touch. "Come on," she urges, rubbing his shoulder.

At least he's still got his girl. His Evil Woman. The only person who's not fucking laughing at him for being so fucking stupid that he failed his senior year FOUR FUCKING TIMES. She's already got her diploma, and somehow manages to look pretty in that ugly green cap and gown. It's going to be okay. They've still got each other.

"Eddie."

He snaps out of it and reaches for her hand, wanting to get her out of this awful place before it somehow gets worse, but she snatches it out of his grasp and backs away. She's laughing too. She's fucking laughing at him for being an utter failure of a human being. It hurts so much more when it comes from her.

And then Jason Fucking Carver comes up behind her and rips the stupid green gown off of her to reveal a white dress. A wedding dress. Eddie knows that's what it is. Carver's long tongue hangs from his putrid mouth like Gene Simmons, and he licks up the side of her neck, neither of them breaking eye contact with him. She giggles. Eddie thought he was the only person who could make her do that.

The sting of betrayal makes his eyes leak. She might as well have ripped his heart out and stomped it to bits. Was she really playing him all this time? Was he just a joke to her? Did she run back to Carver after every kiss and laugh about how gross and pathetic The Freak is? How stupid he must be, to think she actually wanted him.

"Eddie!"

The other jocks close in, grabbing and pushing him. Should he just let them do it? Shove him in a locker or tie him to the flagpole or whatever torture he's been outrunning all these years? Is it even worth the effort of fighting back anymore? Should he just let them win?

"Wake up!"

Eddie sits bolt upright and opens his eyes with a gasp, sucking in the air desperately. He's not at school. Sun streams through the blinds onto posters that aren't his. Photographs are in frames instead of taped haphazardly to the walls. There are no empty beer cans or dirty clothes in sight. This isn't his bedroom. It's hers. He slowly turns his head to find his other half sitting beside him on the wrinkled sheets, wearing an oversized t-shirt with her bare legs folded beneath her. No cap and gown. No laughter. Only concern in her beautiful eyes.

How long has she been trying to wake him?

Eddie lets out a dramatic sigh and closes his eyes, drawing his knees to his chest and dropping his head on them.

He feels her scoot closer. She wraps her arms around him and rests her chin on his shoulder. She's so warm. He leans into her, smiling when he feels the familiar comfort of her braless form pressing against him. Never gets old.

"Show up to graduation naked?" she guesses.

"Higgins said I failed again," he sighs. "Everyone laughed at me. Even you. You were wearing a wedding dress. Jason Carver licked you."

"Guh-ross," she giggles, turning the word into two syllables to show her disdain. He doesn't tell her that she didn't seem to mind in the dream, because that's all it was; just a dream. She'd rip Carver to shreds if he ever even thought about touching her.

One of her hands starts to rub Eddie's back through his ancient t-shirt. He sighs happily and nuzzles into her as a comfortable silence envelops the room. He never wants to leave this bed.

"You know if Higgins tries to come between you and that diploma, I'll kill him, right?" she asks, jolting him back awake. He hadn't even realized he'd started to drift off again. "I'll kill him with my bare hands."

"Your hands are too pretty to be on that ugly bastard," Eddie smiles.

"How about with my diploma, then?"

He can hear the smile in her voice.

"Death by papercuts," he grins.

She lifts her head, and so does he. She leans in for a kiss, and Eddie meets her lips happily. Two sets of morning breath and all.

"You ready for this, baby?" she whispers, pressing her forehead against his. "The most important day of our lives?"

That's what the teachers kept calling it. Like wearing a cheap polyester gown and listening to boring speeches and getting handed a piece of paper was the most amazing thing that could ever happen to a person. Eddie Munson and his Evil Woman had laid out in her back yard one night, staring up at the stars, and named what felt like a thousand things more important than a high school graduation. He smiles at the memory. One of the more important things had been making out. A demonstration was necessary. For official purposes.

"Yeah," he breathes, raising his head and breaking the connection.

"In approximately," she pauses to glance at the clock beside her bed, "five hours, the one and only Eddie Munson will have walked that stage, snatched that diploma, flipped Higgins the bird, and become a proud graduate of Hawkins High."

He bites his lip nervously.

"Or the aforementioned Higgins will be found lying in a pool of his own blood in the parking lot, barely recognizable because of all the papercuts," she winks. Eddie grins, feeling relief wash over him at her twisted joke. "C'mon, handsome, let's go eat breakfast before we get dressed. I don't trust you with syrup and ironed clothes."

Eddie growls and tackles her back to the bed, covering her in kisses. The most important day of their lives can wait a few more minutes.

Eddie Munson may not have had the largest cheering section on the football field behind Hawkins High on Graduation Day, but it's quite possible that he had the loudest. Everyone came out to support their favorite Dungeon Master as he strutted across the stage and finally snatched that diploma he'd been eyeing for so many years.

(Contrary to the plans he announced frequently and loudly, he did not flip Higgins the bird and run like hell outta there. You chose to believe that it was because he was so grateful to finally get a diploma after sitting in that crummy metal chair in the stifling sun for over two hours of back-patting and repetitive speeches, he didn't want to cause any further delays to the long day. Although it would've been hilarious if Higgins had chased him off the stage.)

The ceremony had kicked off at noon, and it was well after two by the time the hats were finally tossed into the air. You and Eddie had shoved your way through the crowd of graduates, bumping shoulders and climbing chairs to attack each other with the tightest hug you'd ever shared.

"You did it, baby," you'd whispered with all the love in your heart. Eddie Munson had let out an honest-to-God giggle. And then your family and friends had descended for hugs and congratulations and photographs. You'd never seen Wayne Munson smile so wide in his life, as when your mom made him pose with Eddie and his diploma. That picture's definitely getting framed.

After the field began to clear out, the elder Hellfire members climbed into Eddie's van and went to Jeff's house. Jeff also had a fancy new diploma in his possession, and his parents had insisted that he invite a few of his friends over for cake and ice cream with the family. You went straight there, in your good clothes, so as to not frighten his grandparents with your ripped jeans and scary t-shirts. It was quite a pleasant, family-friendly afternoon.

And then the party moved to your house.

It took less than two minutes for you and Eddie to change from your semi-formal graduation-wear to your normal clothes. This was your night, and dammit, you were going to be comfortable for it.

Your mom had made enough food to feed an army. Wayne had taken the day off to attend the ceremony, man the grill, and guard the cooler full of beer. The backyard had been decorated with repurposed Christmas lights, lining the back fence and the path around the garden pond where your goldfish lived. The sun was still shining when you got there, but the lights were pretty anyway.

The younger Hellfire members, also known as Eddie's little sheepies, were invited to this one. Dustin's mom pulled in with a carload of nerds and a few extra lawn chairs, exactly on time. Your mom even talked her into staying for dinner; you had plenty, after all.

You and Eddie and all the people you loved - your mom, Uncle Wayne, Corroded Coffin, The Hellfire Club and a few adjacent youths, and even the mystical figure known as Reefer Rick - sat in the back yard and reminisced for hours. Your mother and Mrs. Henderson both had cameras, and spent the evening snapping away and going through God-knows-how-many rolls of film. The crowd ate burgers and hot dogs and dug into Tupperware containers of sides and demolished several bags of potato chips. The laughter was loud and genuine. You didn't ever want the evening to end.

You're pulled out of your blissful little reverie, leaning against Eddie in a shared lounge chair and sipping on lemonade, when his lips brush against your neck. You turn to face him with a quirked eyebrow.

"Sun's starting to go down," he whispers. "Wanna go inside with me for a minute?"

Your stomach flutters. You answer with a smile.

You get up from the low chair as gracefully as you can, pulling him up once you're standing. No one notices you slipping away except Rick, who winks at you just as he's getting to the good part in a wild story about fishing that you and Eddie have both heard before.

When you step into the house and close the door behind you, you wrap each other in a hug. Alone at last.

"I love you," Eddie whispers.

"I love you more," you answer.

"Impossible," he mutters.

You chuckle and pull back for a kiss.

"You still wanna do this?" he asks, biting his lip nervously.

"Of course I do," you whisper. "Do you?"

"Duh," he grins.

When you come back outside, most of the party has moved to the fish pond.

Once upon a time, you stole a bunch of goldfish from a school carnival you were forced to participate in. Your mother rolled with it, having Eddie and Gareth dig a hole and build a little pond for them. Since then, she's been filling in that whole corner of the backyard with beautiful flowers and little walkways and a nice bench that Eddie liberated from somebody's curb on trash day. The garden is her favorite place to read. It's you and Eddie's favorite place to smoke and talk to your fish. Even Gareth comes out here sometimes when there's a disgusting display of affection going on inside.

And tonight, one of the most important moments of your life is going to take place in it.

Rick sees you hovering by the porch and grins.

"Hey folks, can I have y'all gather 'round for a minute, please?" he asks. "I've got a little something to say about today's graduates."

The stragglers who aren't already in the garden with Rick wander toward him.

"Where are they, by the way?" your mom asks, turning around and scanning the yard. She freezes when she spots you with flowers in your hair, holding a small bouquet that your other half definitely didn't steal from one of her flower beds.

You hold your breath. The arm Eddie has around you tenses. You can see the wheels in her brain turning, grateful to see it end with a smile on her lips instead of smoke from her nostrils. She gives you a nod. You breathe a collective sigh of relief and notice that hers aren't the only eyes on you.

Wayne's smirking, like he knew this was going to happen. Gareth's brow is furrowed. Jeff and Grant have matching O's on their faces. Dustin's mom has tears in her eyes and a hand covering her mouth. Max is whispering in Jane's ear. And Dustin and Mike and Lucas are arguing about something, completely oblivious to what's about to happen until Erica starts stomping on feet and smacking backs of heads. You adore that kid.

"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," Rick laughs. "Come on down here, I've got some speechifyin' to do!"

You and Eddie approach the garden. The small crowd parts to let you through. You stop next to Rick by the pond containing all your gold-finned children. You start to reach for Eddie's hands, but realize you're still holding flowers. Dammit, you should've passed them off to someone on your way in. Before you can get worked up over what to do with them, Eddie snatches them and sticks the stems in the front pocket of his battle vest with a grin. He's perfect.

"Y'all know how in cartoons, a little critter will get hearts in his eyes when he falls in love?" Rick asks, not waiting for a response before continuing. "I always thought that was just a cartoon thing until Eddie Munson walked in my house one day and started talking about this girl he just met, and he would not stop."

You glance at Eddie, who is in the process of turning into a tomato.

"Sorry, bud," Rick grins. "But I told to her mama about it, and it turns out, she did the same damn thing."

Now you and Eddie are a matching set.

"I always thought that love at first sight was just a nice thought. Something people made up for sappy songs and romance novels. I didn't believe in it... until I saw these two together for the first time. I have never seen two people more in love. This girl, and this boy? They were made for each other. Hell, I bet they even finish each other's--"

"Sandwiches," you and Eddie mutter together. Everyone who heard laughs, but nobody laughs harder than Rick.

"See?" he exclaims, gesturing toward you both. "They were made for each other! And that's why when they asked if I'd officiate - yes, folks, I am an ordained minister - I said that it would be my honor. No frills, no stress, just friends and family gathering for a good time. That's really all you need. Some people live their entire lives without truly understanding what love is, and these two went and figured it out already. That seem fair to y'all?"

A few chuckles come from behind you.

"I - and these two beautiful souls we're celebrating - are grateful to you all for being here on this most important day. Today's not just the closing of the Hawkins High chapter of these young lives; it's the beginning of their life as a married couple."

"They already argue like one anyway," a Dustin-like voice calls from behind you. You both whirl around with playful glares, just in time to see Max elbow him in the gut and make him grunt and double over. Serves him right.

"Alright, let's get to it before the kiddos get themselves in too much trouble," Rick laughs, gesturing for you to face each other. "Edward Jameson Munson, do you take this Evil Woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, 'til death do you part?"

"Yes," Eddie grins, his eyes flashing.

"And you," Rick says, full-naming you in front of everyone, "do you take this strange man to be your lawfully wedded husband, from this day 'til your last day?"

"Yes," you answer. Eddie's smile grows so wide, his eyes crinkle.

"Now I know y'all got rings."

You and Eddie chuckle, because of course you do, and two new pieces of metal are slid onto two ring fingers.

"Alright, then by the power vested in me by the state of Indiana, I pronounce you two hitched! Eddie Munson, kiss your bride!"

Your mouth crashes to Eddie's, and your mind goes blank.

When you pull back to look into his big brown eyes, you feel your heart bursting with love. You didn't know it was possible to love a person this much. But Eddie Munson is yours, your one and only, and you're keeping him forever. And you have the paperwork to prove it.

"You gonna throw them flowers, Mrs. Eddie?" Rick prompts, making you and Eddie step back and stop staring at each other before it gets too weird. As if your surprise wedding could be anything else.

You carefully extract your bouquet from the pocket of Eddie's battle vest and look to the small crowd. You're so happy all of these people are here with you, you feel tears prick at your eyes. Before anyone can see, you twirl and fling the flowers backwards, over your head.

Mike's girlfriend catches them. Mike turns red, Lucas and Dustin laugh, and poor Jane just looks confused. Max whispers in her ear, probably explaining what catching the flowers means, and she turns red too. The older crowd laughs gently when they see the realization dawn on her face. That poor kid.

"Congratulations, you two," Rick says, clapping a hand on each of your shoulders.

"Thank you," you and Eddie say together. "For everything," you add. You couldn't have done this without him. Rick is the coolest (and only) ordained minister you know. He offered to officiate, to distract the guests while you slipped away to get ready, and to hide the wedding cake in a cooler in his car. He even handed over the keys to his hunting cabin, where you and Eddie plan to spend your honeymoon. You don't need exotic beaches or fancy hotels. You just need each other, and a little help from the man they call Reefer Rick.

Rick looks behind you and grins. You turn to see who he's looking at… to find your mother and Wayne waiting patiently.

"Surprise?" you joke, scrunching an eye and bracing yourself for the worst. You are fully aware that you stole this look from Eddie. It's a shared asset now anyway, right?

Wayne snorts. Your mom laughs and steps forward, hugging you and then Eddie. Wayne hangs back, not really one for physical affection. That's alright. You know he loves you both anyway.

"Surprise indeed," she agrees, standing back to take in your wedding attire. It's not exactly traditional, but it felt right.

"Are you mad?" you ask, regretting giving her an opening as soon as the words leave your mouth.

"No," she smiles.

"We waited 'til after graduation," Eddie says helpfully.

She sighs and shakes her head in a good-natured what am I doing to do with you kind of way, fighting a smile the whole time.

"What are you gonna do now?" Wayne asks.

"Honeymoon," Eddie answers, like it's obvious.

"With what money?" Wayne challenges.

"We've been saving up, thank you very much," Eddie says, hand over his heart like he's taken offense. "Also, Rick gave me the keys to his hunting cabin."

"Wow, that's romantic," Gareth deadpans, appearing behind your mother with a scowl on his face.

"Aww, I've always wanted a baby brother!" Eddie beams, bouncing forward to attack Gareth with a hug.

"Get off me," he grunts, trying to get away. Eddie doesn't allow it.

"Family hug!" you chirp, before joining in.

Gareth continues to struggle, but with you and Eddie on either side of him, he doesn't stand a chance. You grin at each other over that messy blonde mop. He's your partner in crime for life now. You two against the world. Or right now, your baby brother.

"Alright, leave the poor kid alone," your mom chuckles, trying to free her second-born. "You have the rest of your lives to terrorize him."

You both cackle wickedly and let him go. Gareth crosses his arms and glares at Eddie… until a thought occurs to him. You can practically see the lightbulb go off over his head.

"You can never kick me out of the band now," he grins. "Or you'll have to deal with her."

Eddie's eyes dart to you. This is true. However…

"Or maybe I'll go all Yoko to kick off Eddie solo career," you shrug.

"Would you really do us like that?" Jeff asks, approaching with Grant and an offended look on his face.

"Only time will tell," you grin.

All at once, the rest of the boys descend on Eddie. They circle him and congratulate him with whoops and back-slaps and the occasional noogie to his already-messy hair. You watch with amusement until you notice the girls approach.

"Congratulations," Jane says slowly.

"Thank you," you beam. "I'm so glad you girls are here. I'm sick of being outnumbered by all these dumb boys."

"Right?!" Max exclaims, glaring at Lucas. You wonder what insensitive dumb-assery caused him to get dumped this week.

"There's somethin' seriously wrong with this town," Erica scoffs, looking from Max to you with a quirked eyebrow. "How are all these giant nerds gettin' girls who are way cooler than them? It's unnatural."

"Aw, Erica," you grin. "I'm sure you'll get a giant nerd of your own some day."

"Hard pass, Mrs. Freak."

"Mrs. Freak?" you laugh. "That's going on my license plate."

"Has a nice ring to it," your mom notes.

You smile at her, and she returns it. But then, her smile fades. Her eyes dart to your stomach. You know what she's asking. You shake your head slightly. You are both impressed that you've had an entire conversation without words, and annoyed that she even considered that you married the love of your life today because he knocked you up. Her face softens again, and your annoyance is quickly forgotten. The young girls still standing near you are none the wiser.

"Ha!" your mother laughs suddenly. "Your grandparents are going to be pissed. And your dad? Oh my God, he didn't get invited to his own daughter's wedding. He is never going to live this down."

"Guess he shouldn't have been such a dick-hole, then," you shrug.

"Dick-hole?" Jane questions. Max snorts. Erica turns away to hide her smile. You bite your lip.

"That's not a nice word," your mom explains gently. "She shouldn't have said that."

"My dad's not as cool as yours," you clarify, hoping that Chief Hopper's adopted daughter doesn't credit you for the addition of dick-hole to her vocabulary.

"Oh," Jane says casually, clearly used to this type of thing. You're sure she's heard worse from Dustin, who definitely didn't learn any new words from Eddie when he joined Hellfire.

The sound of a guitar blaring through speakers makes you all turn toward the noise, to find Rick fiddling with a boom box. Wayne has joined him, leaning against the house with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Rick presses a button to stop the tape and turns to face you.

"Are Mr. and Mrs. Eddie ready for their first official dance as a married couple?"

You look to Eddie. Eddie looks to you. He holds out a hand. You step toward him and take it. Rick presses play on the tape that Eddie gave him yesterday. You spent almost a week trying to curate sides A and B of The Wedding Mix Tape together, arguing over the song order and calculating runtimes in a true test of your relationship. If you made it through that, surely the rest of your lives would be a breeze.

You gaze into your husband's eyes and start to move with him to the sounds of the first song you agreed on, in your back yard, surrounded by all the people you love most, and you think to yourself… maybe this is the most important day of your life.

[djcandiepaws]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yandere! crossdresser x reader

summary: yall shower together huzzah!!1!! cw: implied noncon touching

post it notes: hiiiii!! i will have him confess sometime in the near future but so far i will just be doing random scenarios + hcs of him

You and him have returned from the beach, you guys played in the water, and built sandcastles. Unfortunately for you guys though, the sand made itself comfortable on you guys' wet skin.

"Ugh, we need to take a shower. I love the beach but man, sand sticking to me is so uncomfortable." You sigh out, but that's actually when a lightbulb went off in his head. "Ah!… So… you know my family pays the water bill, right?" He takes a few steps closer to you. You murmur out an 'uh-huh'. "And you remember when you once mentioned to me how you take pretty long baths…" You nod in response. "How about we just bathe together? ...to save money, of course!" His heart almost jumps out of his chest asking you this. It's so intimate, but y'all have been friends for a few months by this time, so it shouldn't be that weird, right?

An involuntary 'oh' comes out of you. He starts getting a bit nervous; did he make you uncomfortable? "Hey, it's not that bad!! I won't look if it's more comfortable for you." You just stare, blinking at him. "That's a strong… uhh… idea." You look taken aback. That's a very strong question to ask. Though, wouldn't it not be weird? You guys have been friends for months now, and so far he seems friendly and non-judgmental.

"Pleaseeee!! Don't you want to relieve some stress off of my parents backs by not wasting so much water? Bathing together is an easy solution!" I mean, you start to consider it. It won't be that bad, right? It's not like he's asking anything that strange... It doesn't have to be sexual. Plus, you would hate to be a burden to his family.

"Well… I guess I don't want to be a burden to your family… And nudity isn't always necessarily sexual... Fine, we'll do it!" You rub your arm nervously. "See? It'll be fine! I think of this as nothing more than a friendly gesture, I swear!" He wants to jump up and down and squeal and just freak out so bad. He can't believe he managed to persuade you into this!! He holds your hand to guide you into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

He begins to undress while making eye contact. "Woah, you're going to undress in front of me?" You just stand there while saying. "Like you said, all nudity isn't inherently sexual. It's just how you perceive it." He holds your hand. "Also, I trust you. Anyways, your turn!"

Though reluctant, you agreed and started to undress.

Soon you're done undressing; you're both just standing there, naked, and stuck waiting for the bath water to fill the tub.

It was so awkward. Your eyes averted his gaze and body, trying to be respectful.

Once the bath was done you both got in. It was a bit awkward, being naked in front of him like that. You must admit the silent atmosphere lulled you to sleep halfway. You're not really sure what happened during that time but you do faintly remember feeling sudden touches all over your body. You never really asked him what happened because you feel a bit scared to bring it up, plus you would hate to ruin your only friendship in this new town you're in.

There is already rumors at school that say nasty, yet untrue things about you. If you ruin this friendship you'll be completely alone.

When you sleep over usually y'all watch a movie and then say goodnight after, but that night things felt different. That night you guys went to sleep without saying anything to each other.

[z-jay08]

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠 🛐

⚜ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕐/ℕ ⚜𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 : 𝟠𝟝𝟙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 ⚜𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

Scenario: Y/N misses Sunghoon and texted him. Sunghoon wanted to call Y/N after his performance and shortly after, things soon started to unravel from there...

Y/N: Hey, are you done with your performance yet?

No reply

Y/N: (He's probably still performing...)

*Few hours later*

ding!

opens phone

Sunghoon: Hey, I just finished performing at a concert, whats up?

Y/N: You know how bad I miss you, right?

Sunghoon: I miss you too baby, I wish you can come by here but I know you couldn't attend

Y/N: How was your performance?

Sunghoon: It went really well, we had fun out here, I should fly you out for the next performacne we're doing for our tour

Y/N: But- you know I don't have money

Sunghoon: What you mean. I always offer to pay for you?

Y/N: But I feel bad everytime, you know how much I hate owing people something

Sunghoon: You don't got to owe me anything, consider it a gift from me to you baby~

Y/N: I feel like I have to owe you something now... pouts

Y/N: What do you want, I'll do anything for you to make it up. You got me feeling bad now...

Sunghoon: Relax, as I said you don't got to do anything other than being there for me for the next performance

Y/N: Noooo, I feel bad, c'mon, okay how can I make it up for you?

Sunghoon: sighs You know, I feel more energized talking to you now, I felt exhausted performing that I need me something to excite me and keep me awake..

Sunghoon: Now that you mention it, if you really want to make it up to me, how about we video call, I have to be a bit silent though because of my members

Y/N: Alright sure

rrrringggg

rrrringggg

picks up

Sunghoon: smiles You look gorgeous as always

Y/N: (Wow, he looks so hot in the camera, his middle parted hair, his clear sleek porcelain skin, his bushy eyebrows, I just want to kiss them damn rosy lips so bad ) blushes Thank you, you look real handsome in that black suit of yours

Sunghoon: Thanks baby~

Y/N: (the way he is staring at me so intently, examining every little detail I do, the way I wish this man can be here with me right now) So, are we just going to stare at each other like this lol?

Sunghoon: Yes looks down an angle

Y/N: (Why did his eyes move down a bit, Is he looking at my...) S- Sunghoon, I- why are you looking down my-

Sunghoon: You know, part of what I said is video calling right?

Y/N: stammers (What is he going to make me do omg!) Y- Yeah...

Sunghoon: I want you to strip your clothes for me now

Y/N: (I can't believe his intentions were straight up, but the thought of it made me twitch down there) S- Sure Sunghoon anything for you

Sunghoon: That is part of what I said, remember?~

Y/N: (He seemed posessive, but his expression alluring and enticing, captivating me to do it for him, as if he's controlling me, it kind of turned me on) Okayy... anything for you... daddy~

Sunghoon: bulges I'm kind of hard right now, wanna see the outline? tilts camera to crotch

Y/N: H-Holy fuck (It's goddamn big it's bulging so hard right now, I just want to lick it, I bet he wants me to do so as well)

Y/N: It's bulging (I need his sensation, his touch, his long wide veiny hands so bad)

Sunghoon: smirks, caresses bulge I know you want it, now strip

Y/N: (I start undressing slowly, feeling his alpha gaze upon me, his wide eyes opening with joy, noticing his eyes dilate, I twitch once again, knowing the fact that I can make him react like this... and no one else can)

Sunghoon: Put some fingers in you, imagine it's my cock

Y/N: Okay~ (I listened to every command and word he said, feeling the validation I needed from him again, it was exciting, my heart started racing)

Sunghoon: Ride on it up and down and show me a close up

Y/N: (I did what he asked me to do, he started to gaze upon me again, meeting eye contact, licking his lips, I can tell he was really horny)

Sunghoon: Now put your tongue close to the camera tilts camera to his crotch and down up to his face I want to see you imagine your licking my big crotch

Y/N: Yes daddy~ (I started making crazy tongue movements, while I swayed my hips back and forth, up and down, repeatedly, as if I'm riding on him as well)

Sunghoon: Good girl~

Sunghoon: You know what you deserve a treat

Sunghoon: I need to jerk off to you now, fuck baby-

Y/N: Can't wait to show me whats underneath the bulge~ teases him

Sunghoon: obsessively stares, mouth drooling Oh shittt, don't end the call just yet, I'm getting horny real bad right now I need to find someplace to shoot it out while I'll still call you baby girl...

Y/N: (Fuck that was hottt) Where are you going to go?

Sunghoon: lustfully stares Hold on baby~

"Hey, I'm going to use the restroom alright, I'll be back in 30 minutes"

Another member: Alright. but why take so long?

"Just cause."

silence~

looks at camera and winks

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Wanted to draw but didn't wanna mess with anything that had pen pressure in it just yet, so here's some ms paint doodles done while I watched a manchild play lethal company

[vaguely-concerned]

the relationship between the chantry and the mortalitasi in nevarra is SO fucking funny. the carefully politic and civil syncretism of it all. the ‘I’ll refrain from scratching your back to bloody shreds if you refrain from scratching mine :)’. left hand politely averting its eyes from whatever the fuck the right hand is doing merrily up to its elbow in entrails because it usually knows what it’s doing I guess. speak softly, and have an army of the restless dead ready to go banapants horrorshow bonkers if you don’t get to tend to them. We Receive: being able to keep doing our goth thing mostly unimpeded. You receive: us not raising the great majority to protest your unwelcome meddling. render unto the chantry what is the chantry's and unto the watchers what is theirs (or, with all possible courtesy you understand, else…)

[dramas-vs-novels]

MaxNat only having 2 months to film their show... can it be done??

Its what, 8-10 episodes, 26 min each? That's only 3.5 hours of content that won't be entirely them every single scene.

And taking weekends, you can still do over 40 days of filming. It is only their time that is limited, not the entire filming, so yeah, it wouldn't be a problem to fit that in 2 months I think.

DMD must be planning to roll on their other show very soon, hence the expedited timeline.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

rafe having no boundaries and grabbing his girlfriend's ass in front of family during a family trip

A little Rafe and Sarah being siblings

—

‘’Can you not do that here?’’ Sarah grimaced after Rafe wandered in and smacked your ass on his way to the fridge. ‘’We’re cooking. That’s gross.’’ 

You and Sarah had woken up earlier than everyone else and decided to whip some pancake batter. They were coming along nicely, slowly piling up on a plate.

Rafe rolled his eyes in response and leaned against the kitchen counter. ‘’Chill out, Sarah. I’m just saying ‘good morning’ to my girl.’’

Sarah scoffed, giving him a glare as you flipped out the pancake in the pan. ‘’Well, keep your 'good mornings' to yourself until after breakfast and when I’m not around, alright? I’ve seen and heard enough things I didn’t want to.’’ 

Your cheeks turned red and you kept your eyes on the pan, embarrassed as memories of Sarah catching you topless in their pool and all the times she heard you through the walls of Tannyhill before Rafe got his own place. You’ll never apologize to her enough. 

‘’Stop acting like a prude. I’ve heard you on the phone with that pogue you’re seeing. Ahh, John B., I wish your fingers were inside me. I’m so close, I need to—’’ 

Sarah grabbed a blueberry and threw it at her brother, her face burning hot at his mockery. If eyes could kill, Rafe would be a dead man. She looked murderous. 

Rafe smirked, unfazed by the blueberry that was thrown his way. He crossed his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his blue eyes flickered with amusement. ‘’These walls are old. Did you think I couldn’t hear you?’’ 

To avoid a Sarah vs Rafe duel from happening, you asked Rafe if he wanted chocolate chips or blueberries in his pancakes. You already knew the answer, but you needed to defuse the bomb before it would explode. 

‘’Blueberries. You know how I like my pancakes, baby,’’ he said, pushing himself off the counter and closing the distance between you and him in a few strides. 

Sarah shot a glare in his direction, her eyes narrowing, but Rafe chose to ignore her and kiss your shoulder, standing right behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and resting his chin above your shoulder.

‘’Rafe, you’re distracting me,’’ you warned, pouring batter in the pan and adding some blueberries. 

Rafe laughed lowly, his chest rumbling against your back as his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear, his lips lingering on your skin for a few seconds. ‘’These look good. Think we can take the pancakes to bed after you’re done?’’ 

Breakfast in bed, away from everyone else, sounded tempting. You've had breakfast with the Camerons since you arrived, sticking to the polite routine. You missed being alone with Rafe in the morning, taking it slow and engaging in non-PG activities.  

Before you answered, Sarah cleared her throat beside you, a disapproving look on her face. Rafe thought he was subtle and sleek when he had his hand wander under your robe. 

He lifted his head and gave her a cocky grin. ''What?'' 

‘’In case you forgot, I’m still here,'' the blonde recalled, taking a few plates from the cupboards and deciding to set the table. ‘’And Wheezie and Dad and Rose are gonna come down soon.’’ 

‘’I know,'' Rafe replied, stepping back and letting you finish the pancakes. ''If you had not been here, I would have her bent over the counter already.’’ 

His words should have shocked you, but you were used to his bluntness by now. Rafe never held back, always saying exactly what was on his mind, no matter how outrageous. No matter the audience. You thought he would behave and tone it down with Wheezie in the house, but he didn’t. 

Thankfully, her young ears were not around.

You looked over your shoulder, failing at hiding the smirk that tugged at the corners of your lip.

—

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[nanaminokanojo]

MASTERLIST

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

[soleilapproves]

Play fighting with Boxer!Sukuna

Note: Reader is referred to as girlfriend at one point.

Masterlist

“Babe.”

“Not right now.”

“Babe.”

“Sukuna, I promise I’ll be done with this book soon.”

He huffed and fell back onto the couch. He had been trying to get your attention for the past 30 minutes but you were adamant on finishing your book. This is all the fault of that damn community book club your coworker recommended you join. Now whenever, you’re off work and Sukuna doesn’t have to train, you’re reading. Usually the two of you spent almost all your spare time together but now you spent half of it reading your newest book for your weekly discussion. You always did your best to spoil him with kisses and cuddles but it was never enough.

Book club be damned, he needed you to be superglued to his side every single second.

“My girlfriend has a side man and he’s made of paper,” he huffed to himself as he watched you intently read. What was so great about your book anyway? Was it worth ignoring your gorgeous (and shirtless) boyfriend? He even had a tattoo of your name on his left pec and you were still choosing to smother a book with your attention.

Sukuna’s wallowing turned him creative- he stood in front of you, trying to make sure your guard was down. You didn’t look up which meant that you were still engrossed in your book. His hand swooped in and swiftly snatched the book from you. “Sukuna,” you groaned. “Give it back, I was at a good part.” You got up to grab it from him but he raised it above his head. “Kiss me.” You glared at him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Done, now give it.”

“No,” he nonchalantly replied. “But I kissed you.” You wondered why he was being particularly irritating today.

“That was me begging for a morsel of your attention. Now cuddle me if you want it,” he said and cheekily smirked.

You ignored him and hopped trying to get your book. Sukuna simply dodged your sad attempts and laughed every time you missed. “I don’t even know why you’re trying.” You gave him a pointed look at his comment.

“Okay, fine, you can have your book if you beat me in a fight.”

“What? That makes no sense.” You couldn’t believe this man. “It seems like a fair challenge to me,” he said as he walked to a particularly high shelf and placed your book on top of it. “You know I can just use my stepping stool for that, right?” you said before scoffing at him.

“Then it’s a good thing I hid it.” His sarcastic smile was now pissing you off. “But you literally fight for a living. You have the upper hand.”

“I’m in love with you. Use that as a distraction. Come on, let’s go to the ring.” You were speechless as he dragged you to the fighting “ring” (also known as your bedroom).

Since you had a smaller frame than him, he agreed to let you have the first hit. You sighed and braced yourself. You didn’t have much of a strategy except for charging at him with such a high speed that he’d fall on the bed and would accept defeat.

But as soon as you were in close distance, he caught both your arms, turned you around and threw you on the bed. He didn’t give you a second to get up before he straddled you. “Haha!” he exclaimed. Seeing you all riled up underneath him was a sight he was used to but it never failed to awe him.

“Feels familiar, doesn’t it?” he asked as he began to lower himself to face you. “This is so unfair! You’re like 200 pounds, I can’t even move you,” you said as you tried to push him off. Sukuna grabbed your hands that were fighting him and he playfully wrestled them. Who knows what would’ve happened if he used his real strength.

Thank goodness for your quick thinking because you remembered that Sukuna was extremely ticklish so you pulled your hand out of his grasp with all the strength you could muster up and started poking his sides. “Babe!” he yelled before toppling over to his side.

It was your turn to straddle him and before you could pin his arms beside his head, he caught yours and pulled you down to him. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. Your cheeks were mushed against the very tattoo of your name.

You were literally stuck in one position. The more you tried to move the tighter he’d hold you. “Sukuna, you cheater. Why do I always do this to myself?” You sighed, accepting defeat.

Sukuna kissed your forehead and laid you both on your sides, still not letting you go. “Sweet, sweet victory,” he whispered to himself.

-•-

I need to be (lovingly) smothered by a beefy nerd. Someone like Clark Kent.