#cocoa rubbed ribs

[comfortspringstation]

9 Amazing Things You Can Make With Chocolate

[guillaumesavoye]

Cocoa Rub Chicken, steaks, thick chops, and spare ribs taste great when prepared with this hot cocoa rub. It can also be included in hearty, thick soups like chili. 2 tablespoons dark brown sugar, 1/4 cup sea salt, 2 teaspoons unsweetened cocoa powder, 3 tablespoons ground cumin, 2 tablespoons ground black pepper, 3 tablespoons garlic powder, 1 tablespoon white sugar, 2 tablespoons chili powder, 1 tablespoon onion powder

[dloburns]

Cocoa Rub Recipe Chicken, steaks, thick chops, and spare ribs taste great when prepared with this hot cocoa rub. It can also be included in hearty, thick soups like chili.

[eternallyphan]

Tampa Kitchen Enclosed kitchen - small farmhouse l-shaped laminate floor and beige floor enclosed kitchen idea with a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, beige cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances and a peninsula

[plushefemme]

"innocent" housewife feeder concepts- holidays edition ❄️

making the most hearty, butter and cream-laden foods, it's cold out, you need food that'll stick to your ribs and keep you warm

packing a thermos full of rich creamy hot cocoa with your lunch every day

trying SOOO many recipes for various holiday gatherings and i make you my official taste-tester (but you end up having more than a taste, we can't let it go to waste!)

constant baking- endless batches of holiday cookies, bars, brownies, cakes, pies from scratch with all-butter crust.... i offer that you take some of the extras to share with your coworkers but you scarf half of them in the car, i've slowly worn down your willpower and you just can't resist

i take you shopping to get new winter clothes because you've way outgrown last year's, although i insist it's only because i love to see you in a nice new fuzzy sweater

movie marathons, cuddling under blankets on the couch with snacks and eggnog, and i can't keep my hands off your full, softening belly

once i've figured out your all-time favorite holiday treats i make sure there's a constant supply available

and of course, lots of TLC after you've overindulged at a party, peppermint tea, ginger, so many belly rubs, plus shortbread cookies and homemade bread to help "settle your stomach"....

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 10

Morning Sex w/ roomate! Steve rogers

Pairing: room mate! Steve Rogers x room mate! f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, p in v, creampie, morning sex, clit play, breast play, also sweet and fluffy :)

On mobile and not beta read so I apologise for mistakes in advance!!

Word count: TBA (I'm on mobile sorry!)

Summary: Waking up next to Steve leads to some pretty exciting morning antics, leaving you wondering what took you so long to act on your feelings sooner.

A/N: I didn't plan for an onslaught of CE and Seb Stan characters this week haha. It just kinda happened. - Love, Grem x

Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here!)

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You're warm. So very, very warm. It's not suffocating but comforting, like a big cosy hug from a teddy bear. You can't remember the last time you felt so warm, so cosy, so safe. You sigh wistfully, still half asleep, cuddling further under the covers.

There's a soft sigh into your ear that should startle you but you're too sleepy to care. You feel like you're floating in cocoa, half clinging to a marshmallow. You hum to yourself. Marshmallows and cocoa seem good right about now.

You feel the press of something soft against your nape, making your eyes flutter. Then another. Then another. The warmth around you suddenly growing hotter, scalding, trailing from your face to your core. You're suddenly aware of a strong arm draped around your waist, pulling you closer to taut, hot body. And that would be hot in every sense of the word.

Soft hair tickles you as Steve's face nuzzles into the space between your neck, pressing another light kiss against your skin. Your right hand reaches up to ruffle his hair, rubbing his scalp in deliberate, gentle circles to keep him close. This all still feels like a dream. The events of last night making your cheeks burn hotter but a small, dazed smile is playing on your lips.

"Mornin'," You mumble, turning your head to brush his nose with yours.

"Morning." He mumbles back. His eyes are still half lidded with sleep but his gazed is still fixed on you. Had you always looked this beautiful in the morning? Is this what he'd been missing out on for months?

Without warning, and without much thinking, Steve presses his lips against yours. Your sleepy brains coated in a morning fog that let inner anxieties free; there's no need to vocalise when your actions speak for you. You dont need to think about how slowly and softly your mouths move together, savouring each moment your lips touch like it could be your last. You don't need to think about how you're kissing eachother like you've been doing it for months, years even. It's so natural you don't question it.

Steve shifts slowly, his arms enveloping you tightly while he kisses you, pressing closer into you. Your hand in his hair pushes his head down towards you, keeping him close. You gasp into his mouth when you feel his hard length rub against your ass and subconsciously grind onto him. Steve makes a low sound his his throat and his kisses become more feverish, pushing against you again.

You press your thighs together, a needy ache brewing between them, as you kiss him back just as hungrily. The hand around your waist moves higher, cupping and squeezing your breast over your pyjama shirt. You roll your hips again, moaning into Steve's mouth. You pant against his lips when his hand slips under your shirt, his hands large and hot as they tweak at an already perked nipple. You whimper and peck at Steve's lips, desperate to keep them on you and the need between your legs grows exponentially.

Steve's breathless as he watches your face, studying how it contorts with pleasure each time he rolls your nipple between his fingers and your ass grinds against his cock.

"Steve please," you gasp quietly, meeting his still-sleepy eyes. His pupils are blown and his face still has a dusting of pink, making your heart hammer against your ribs. "I want you."

"You've got me." He murmurs, kissing you softly as his hand frees your nipple and moves downwards, tugging the waistband of ypur pyjama bottoms. Once the bottoms are around your knees, you kick them to your feet and Steve works on his boxers, freeing his hard cock against your ass.

He doesn't stop kissing you, humming and groaning as his hands roam over your naked form. He thinks he still may be dreaming, especially when his hand dips between your thighs and feels the slick heat coating your clit already. You cry out when Steve rubs your bud with his index finger. It's not a lot of pressure but just enough that you writhe and push further into him.

"Oh, fuck," You moan, half hiding your fave into your pillow. Steve's hand on your clit is scorching and your nerves are on fire with need for him. You lift your leg as you turn into him more, wrapping it around his strong thigh and calf. His cock brushes against your inner thigh, now that you've allowed more access, leaving a sticky, wet trail of precum that makes you shiver in delight.

Steve only pauses the ministrations on your sensitive clit to help guide his cock onto your soaked hole, nudging the entrance with his tip. You suck in a breath. He's stopped kissing you but he's holding the back of your head with his free hand, making sure you're looking back at him as he watches your expression morph into one of ecstasy as he slowly stretches you over his cock.

He's big, you knew that from last night, but slight burn of the stretch at this angle makes you realise just how big. You bite back a moan as he slides in, your pussy fluttering around him to accommodate his size. Steve gasps softly when he's buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching anxiously. His eyes close and he reigns in the desire to fuck you senseless until he cums. He wants to take his time with this, even if he cums quickly, he wants to prolong it as much as possible.

"You feel -" He whispers hoarsely. "You feel amazing."

"Fuck, you're so big Stevie." You murmur back and he groans, cock twitching inside of you. He paused for a moment, blue eyes finding yours before he kisses you sweetly again. His hand behind your head falls to your shoulder, the other wrapping around your hips to anchor you in place as he begins to fuck you slowly, almost lazily. You whimper each time his cock pushes into you, eyes glazing over as your cunt grips him like a vice.

"Shit, sweetheart if you keep gripping me like that I might cum." Steve pants into your neck, sounding almost pained. He presses more kisses against your throat, trying to contain himself.

"Please," you mewl. "I wanna cum over your cock like this."

Steve grunts a curse, fucking up into you harder and faster. It was lucky he'd anchored you in place with his strong arms, because he had you jerking wildly. Your soft mewls had became high-pitched moans, his balls smacking against your clit with each thrust and the hand at your shoulder reaching down to tweak your nipples again. His lips felt like they were everywhere, your mouth, your neck, your cheeks; whispering constant praises and compliments to you while you could barely string together a sentence.

"Steve - Steve I'm-" Your leg around his seizes and you suck in a breath, leaving two identical sets of half-moon nail indents in his forearm and hip as you try to warn him of your impending orgasm.

"Your pussy takes me so well, baby," he mumbles, another lazy kiss against your ear. "Cum over my cock for me."

Your pussy clenches and releases over his large cock desperately and you cum with a long moan. Steve curses, thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels your cum drench his cock and balls, filling the room with harsh, wet slaps that would otherwise have made him blush. He watches your eyes flutter as your body comes down from the high, still being wracked with pleasure. You're chanting his name quietly, still hold onto him and the look in your eyes is enough to coat your insides three times over. Steve's hips stutter and slow and he pants lightly, his cock throbbing gently inside of you as his cum fills you.

Steve leans into you, unmoving, still holding you and kissing your cheek softly. You both lay there, taking turns giving eachother sweet pecks against any skin you can find while you come down from your highs.

"Good morning," You say again, grinning over to him. Steve grins back, placing another kiss on your lips.

"Good morning." He clears his throat, and moves his arm around your waist to your hip, looking down. "Uh. That was-"

"Great." You say reassuringly, touching his cheek so he'd look back at you. "We should have done it sooner."

"We should have," Steve chuckles softly, leaning into your touch. He presses another kiss to your palm, and your heart and pussy flutter around his softening cock. "Hey," Steve chides with a small wince. "I'm sensitive."

You snort and try to hold back giggles. "Sorry."

"No, you're not." He says, smiling down at you, nuzzling your face again, making you giggle more. He pulls back again to look at your face, his expression somewhat serious. "What does that make us now?"

You blink at him and can feel a blush rising on your cheeks. "What do you want it to make us, Stevie?" You retort carefully, the warmth in your stomach replaced with chilly butterflies.

Steve swallows and you watch his Adam's apple bob violently. "Well, I, Uh... think we may have done things in the wrong order."

"Uh huh."

"But I'd... like to take you out sometime."

You break into smile, butterflies settling, and you kiss him again, for longer this time. Steve follows suit, keeping his lips pressed against yours until you're desperate for air. He's never going to get used to kissing you.

"I'd like that." You say, breathlessly. "But shower first? Then I'll get started on breakfast."

Steve nods, finally pulling away from you and letting you sit up a little. You give him a look when he doesn't rise from the bed with you.

"What?" He asks curiously, watching you get out of bed to pick up your towel.

"Aren't you coming?"

Steve does a double take, his eyes widening in realisation and suddenly he can't get out of bed fast enough. Mornings just seemed to get a whole lot better.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 25: Pregnancy Kink with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1802 Warnings: Pregnant sex (Reader is specified as being around 6 months), Frequent references to a large belly, the baby, and other pregnancy related things, Oral sex (F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, P in V sex, Super Soft Ghost. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Another moan was pulled from your lips as Simon sucked your clit while curling his fingers into that spongy spot inside you.

You wished you could look down at him, but with the swell of your very pregnant belly, there was no hope of that.

For the last 6 months, ever since that little blue plus sign appeared on that plastic pee stick, Simon hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Granted you’d been all over each other for weeks before that, trying to make the baby that that stick told you was growing inside you, but he was somehow even more insatiable after.

And then it got even worse when you started showing! This man who already couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you, now barely let you leave the house because he was too busy pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with his fingers, mouth, and cock. It was like he thought that the baby would stop growing if he stopped fucking you.

Now, make no mistake, you’re not complaining, quite the opposite actually. You were glad to see he was still attracted to you even when you feel like you’d swallowed a planet, but goddamn he was utterly insatiable.

You hand shot down brush through his hair as your second orgasm of the day rolled through you, seeking something to tether you back to earth once more as he helped you ride out the pleasure.

His free hand came up to brush over your belly, holding the bump tenderly before coming to rest on your ribs just under your breast, feeling your chest expand with each breath as they slowed back to a normal range.

“Christ, Si…Good morning to you too…” You managed as you rubbed the last dregs of sleep from your eyes. Oh yeah, this was how he woke you up most mornings, either with his mouth or his fingers, or both, all before he would get up and make you some hot cocoa, since you couldn’t drink coffee or tea because of the caffeine, and drinking something hot tricked your brain just enough to function.

It helped that the baby seemed to like it too.

The large Brit pressed a line of kisses all the way up the curve of your belly as he came to rest next to you once more, a contented smile on his face that belied the smoldering lust that you knew was just underneath, now just waiting until you’d woken up properly to show itself again.

“Good morning, Love.” He said before pulling you into a slow kiss that you could taste yourself on. “How’re you feeling?” He asked, eyes scanning over you carefully, looking for what you couldn’t possibly fathom, you doubted there was a safer pregnant lady for a thousand miles.

You let out a sleepy chuckle. “Great now. You know you don’t have to wake me up like this every morning, right?” You teased sleepily.

He smiled back at you softly. “Yeah, but I want to…You taste better than coffee.” He said before pressing another kiss to your forehead and moving to get up. “Speaking of.” He said as he went, then rounded the bed while you shuffled to the edge.

Strong hands took yours to help you stand slowly. He’d tried multiple times to pick you up and carry you where you’d wanted to go, but you’d been adamant that you were not going to let him do that. Your feet still worked just fine, even if they were swollen most of the time.

Once in the kitchen he started to prepare his coffee and your cocoa while you fixed both of you some toast and thought about what else sounded good to go with it.

You had just opened the cabinet where all the jams and other toast toppings were kept when your steaming mug was placed in front of you. You smiled at Simon over the rim as you took a slow sip, humming happily at the taste.

Simon had his own mug in hand as he leaned back against the counter, watching you enjoy your morning drink and decide the details of your breakfast. He was lost in thought for a couple moments, just watching the way you swayed carefully on your feet, body still unused to the extra weight and dimensions given by the tiny life growing inside you.

The tiny life he helped you make and now got to watch you grow…

He’s fully aware of all the discomforts that come with pregnancy, not just obvious physical aches and pains, but the hormones and what they do to the mind, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make you feel as loved as possible before, during, and after.

To him that meant pampering you in any way he could think of, and you would allow.

You were looking at the jar of peanut butter with pursed lips, trying to decide if it sounded good, when you felt Simons strong arms wrap around you, his chest pressed to your back as his face found the crook of your neck, pressing slow kisses there that made your body feel hot.

“Si, we haven’t even had breakfast yet…” You protested weakly, already getting lost in his touch as his hand began to roam over your body, smoothing up and down your sides, over your baby-bump, and down to your hips, where they pulled you back against him, pressing his hardon between your ass cheeks.

You let out a heavy breath and leaned back against him, head resting just below his shoulder, as he nibbled lightly at the sensitive spot by your ear.

Before you could think he was picking you up and carrying you back to your bedroom where he laid you on the bed, not even fully pulling away before he was crowding in right behind you, hands roaming, massaging your tender breasts, drifting over your belly, then finally finding home between your thighs.

Your pajama pants were swiftly pulled down, but not with the same kind of frantic force he might have once used. No, now it’s done with a tender care that makes you feel as hot as the previously forceful nature of your British operator.

You loved seeing this side of him. Simon has always been caring in his way, protective and even soft when you both were alone, but this was a whole new level of it. It was like he thought you were made of cotton candy, and he was water, worried you’d dissolve if he wasn’t careful.

The care he shows you is, in fact, not shown to your pajama pants as he tossed them haphazardly off the bed, not bothering with your shirt, one of his larger ones that you’d commandeered long ago that used to fit like a short nightie but now was filled out too much to hang so low.

You press back against the hard plains of his body as those hands returned to the apex of your thighs, brushing light between your folds till you’re sighing and whining for more, a quiet wet noise punctuating your voice.

He didn’t tease you for long, not when your body was so sensitive that the lightest touch had you soaking and begging for more. Those skilled fingers slipped into you, first just making a shallow in and out to coat them in your slick, before pressing in further to curl against your g-spot, pulling a gasp from you, one hand gripping his forearm while the other had a tight hold on the pillow under your head.

The heel of his hand pressed against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to get you nearly to the edge, but you needed more. You needed what you could feel rutting against your ass.

“Simon…” You whined softly, eyes closed against the pleasure, trying to keep your thoughts clear enough to form words.

“Hmm?” He rasped into your neck, where he was still pressing kisses and occasionally nipping. “Yes, Love?”

“Need you…” You exhaled the words more than you said them, so light that you weren’t sure that he would be able to hear you, but you knew he did when he pulled his fingers from your body and tugged his own pajama pants down just enough to free his achingly hard cock.

He let out a shuddering breath when he pushed his cock through your folds, coating it just as he had his fingers, his face found a home pressed into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin and stoking the fire that was your whole body.

He rutted there only a couple of times before he was angling both your hips just right to press into you slowly. The slow fill drove you crazy in the best way, which he’s always had a skill at, for better or worse, in this case better.

Once he’d bottomed out, he took a steadier hold on your hip with one hand while the other curled under you to wrap around your body, holding your ribs the same way he had earlier though with a slightly tighter hold to keep you pressed back against him, then he was moving.

Fucking into you was maybe not the best way to describe it, considering he was barely pulling out an inch before thrusting back in, it was almost more of a roll of his hips that pull back just enough to feel the press back in.

This meant that there was a consistent hard press on your g-spot that made your head spin, and between the fact that you’d already been so close and were still buzzing from your rather pleasurable wake up, the climb to your peak came fast and hard.

Your body went ridged, gasps and quiet whines pouring from you like water, cunt gripping his cock and pulling his over the edge right along with you.

His low moans made your body zing and with the way he kept moving it all seemed to prolong the orgasm.

But when you did come down and he pulled out, neither of you moved for a long while, too comfortable wrapped in each other, basking in the afterglow.

Then your stomach’s need for breakfast made itself known.

The journey to the kitchen was repeated, though this time as you looked at the untoasted bread on the counter and pursed your lips you didn’t even have to think too hard about it. Toast was not the plan, and a kick told you that the baby agreed.

Looking at Simon you found he was already holding up his phone with a delivery app pulled up and a knowing smile on his face.

God, you loved this man.

[babybluebex]

kicker | joseph quinn blurb

just a little blurb about pregnant!reader and dad!joe feeling your baby kick for the first time :) i know i haven't been very active recently and i apologize about that, work and school are killing me. hopefully i can crunch out some more blurbs and just be able to post something more frequently lol

“Joe,” you called, craning your neck to direct your voice down the hall. Joe had been in his office for most of the day, in various meetings and studying scripts, and, even though you wanted him to focus on his work, this demanded his attention. “Joe!”

“Yes, lover?” your boyfriend called from down the hall, and you pressed your hand to your swollen belly, excitement bubbling in your chest. 

“Come here!” you told him. “The baby’s kicking!” 

You heard Joe quickly scoot his chair out from his desk and pad down the hallway in his socks, and you grinned when you saw him, curls spilling messily onto his forehead, his glasses perched on his nose. “C’mere,” you directed him, ushering him close to you. Your movie was all but forgotten as Joe crouched on the floor next to you, and he slowly reached his hand out for your tummy. 

“M’nervous,” Joe said softly. 

“What?” you asked. “Why?” You rubbed your belly, feeling the fluttering kicks again, and you smiled down at yourself. “It’s just your baby kicking, don’t you wanna feel it?” 

“I do,” Joe said. “But… What if something’s wrong? Does it hurt?” 

“Not really,” you told him. “It just sorta tickles, really, feels like the butterflies. If something was wrong, I think I would be able to tell. He’s just moving around, baby, that’s all.”

Joe’s dark eyes were big and wide as he swallowed thickly, and he settled his warm palm on your belly, the same stretched skin that he dutifully massaged cocoa butter into every night after your bath. Joe was already an amazing father, attentive and sweet and understanding— if you wanted something, he would get it; if you wanted cuddles, he would give them; if you gave him a list of chores to do, things you could no longer do yourself, he would do them. And he never complained. He did everything you asked him to without a single word otherwise, and it made your love for him grow more and more every day. 

The moment Joe’s hand touched your skin, that ticklish butterfly feeling came back, and you watched Joe’s face fall into one of glee, his eyes bright and a grin on his lips. “Oh, wow,” he said softly. “Hi there, Baby. It’s me, it’s your daddy. Can you tell?” Another kick landed on his palm, this one firmer, making you jump a little bit, and you tittered out a laugh as Joe let out his signature gremlin chortle. “You’re a kicker, huh? Leave your poor Mummy’s ribs be.” 

“Too late,” you grimaced in jest, and you settled your hand on top of Joe’s, lightly taking his fingers into your grasp. “Oh, Joe. That’s your baby in there.” 

“Our baby,” Joe told you, his eyes falling onto yours with a gentle gaze. “We made him together.” 

“I know,” you said softly. Another kick hit his palm, and Joe leaned forward and kissed your belly, taking in your sweet perfume before he parted. “I love you so, so much. My darling boy.” 

“Aw, hell,” Joe said, his cheeks turning pink with the praise. “Thank you, lover. I love you too. And you too, Little Man.” He kissed your skin again, and you ruffled up his hair as your son kicked again. “I wonder if he can tell it’s me.”

“Probably,” you answered. “It sure seems like he knows. He wasn’t kicking too much before you came, just once or twice. But now he’s kicking up a storm.”

Joe’s cheeks went even darker, now with the tips of his ears, and he said, “I can’t wait to properly meet you.” 

[actual-changeling]

she doesn't want to know.

maybe she already does, crowley often knows the things she has no interest in knowing, and yet whenever her brain begins to nudge her towards the answer, she slips away and buries herself back in the sand like a reptile escaping the scorching desert heat.

she doesn't want to know a lot of things, and the number only increases after the world does not end again (again), and she can breathe again. crowley can't, couldn't, not when aziraphale's presence is a black hole, a dripping hand made of hot tar and tears spreading it's fingers and tainting everything it touches.

where are you, she doesn't ask, not this time.

this time she knows, and it's worse.

aziraphale returns, all sharp sunshine and stinging ozone, and it's not right, not like this, but neither of them can change it. so she lives with the blisters on her fingertips and the burns on her tongue until heaven takes away the cutting smell of hyacinths and lightning and gives aziraphale back to her.

she doesn't want to know whether their time apart ripped her open from the inside, too, because she thinks she knows the answer, and crowley cannot decide if it's the right one this time.

breathing is easier again, now that aziraphale is all ocean breeze and hot cocoa, a permanent presence right under her ribs, glowing, beating. there are too many question crowley cannot ask, and too many answers aziraphale does not seem to offer, not to her, so she doesn't.

on a tuesday, crowley does not ask if she can move into the bookshop, she simply watches aziraphale move around, snaps her fingers and allows the plants to settle in new, dustier spaces. she is rewarded with a smile, all teeth and sunshine, and she misses panorama windows and damp air, but it's fine, it's alright, she does not want to know why.

if she doesn't know, she doesn't feel.

(she does know. she does feel, all of it, so terribly strong no touch, gentle as as wind disturbing the perfect petals of a rose, can lift the tingle of electricity from her skin)

on a monday, crowley does not ask if she missed her. she brings aziraphale a cup of cocoa, soaks up her thank you, dear and tells herself it is answer enough.

on a thursday, crowley does not ask if they can get rid of the summoning circle staining the floor, simply stares at the smudged lines her earlier stumble on the carpet has revealed and does not ask herself why it bothers her.

tuesday, again. more silent questions.

wednesday. again. questions spilling from her fingertips like stardust, but she knows what they can do, always has since the day they burned her wings to ash and she fell and fell and fell.

aziraphale asks, over and over, for things, about things, asks for the sake of asking, and crowley wants to shake her until her pale blonde curls unravel and show her the answers.

why, why can you ask like it does not mean anything?

why can you ask as if you don't fear the consequences of the answers you will get?

why did you ask me to come with you? (why did i say no?)

why did i ask you, over and over and over, why did i ask? why did i ask even though i knew it was going to hurt?

crowley wants to know, she burns with it, always has, and she wants to sink her claws into aziraphale's answers and pull until they spill out, wet and red and alive, and she can know without having to ask.

friday. any friday.

aziraphale tells her, she tells her often, these days. crowley burns, hot and desperate, and she is all sulfur and brimstone, sand rubbing your skin raw, glass shards sinking into your flesh, and she asks.

why?

her mouth opens, blue eyes wide, dying hyacinths, and crowley waits for the answers to spill from her lips like they so easily do for anyone else, for any other question.

i saw you, before i fell, after i fell, and would have taken the flame to my own wings if it had meant meeting you, she doesn't say.

you are all the warmth i'm lacking, all the goodness and kindness and softness you see in me is you, staring back, she doesn't say.

crowley asks, and she thinks she knows the answer this time, and she wants to know, so she asks.

friday. the same friday.

nothing spills.

crowley smiles, tastes the drop of truth on her tongue, and tells herself it's enough.

she doesn't ask again.

[silent-raven13]

You Guys 2

(Part1)

Petie had been bringing his daughter May to Spider Society since Peter B. Parker (616B) brought his daughter Mayday. The two dads' let their daughters play together.

Peter: So is May an Omega? -starting off the conversation- Or do you guys wait for puberty?

Petie: Normally, each pup is different and they develop their pheromones around eight years old, but sometimes you give an educated guess. I think she's an Alpha. MJ's family are almost all Alphas. Since aunt May is an Alpha and my uncle Ben was a Beta... and my parents, my dad was an Omega and my mom was an Alpha.

Peter watches their daughters roll a ball back and forth: I thought Betas can't be with Alphas and Omegas

Petie: You can, you just can't have kids... or when you do try it -he rub his chin- I heard it hurts a lot and dangerous.

Peter: Yikes!

Petie: Yeah... Oh look there's Alpha Peter.

Peter: Great... where's that spray Mig got me. -He took out a spray of Alpha pheromones to balance the other Alpha's presence, and to keep call the Omega. Surprisingly enough, Petie is a tall dude, but being an Omega he tends to look small. Unlike Alpha Peter (Earth 2010B), that man is massive like Miguel's height 6"9' brute, with lean muscle. His hair Cocoa brunette shade with piercing golden brown eyes that are more intense, he's much thinner on the face like Peter B., but with more sharp edges to it. Not to mention very handsome, that's the golden ticket as a top tier Alpha.-

Alpha Peter or he prefers just Alpha grunts at the smell of fake pheromones: I figure Miguel would give you that crap. It doesn't work!

Petie sniffs the air having his Omega pheromones smelling sweet and calm instead of that soury anxious scent: I don't know, I feel calm. Its like cat nip!

Alpha scowls: It's disgusting! -he glares at Peter- stop using that.

Peter: Look, Miguel told me to use it when ya Alphas are around. Sometimes you guys don't know how to control it! Last time, Petie almost fainted and went to heat. And did you forget your scent is so strong that you practically made some Betas faint, too! -he sprays it in front of Alpha- So nah, not gonna happen.

Alpha gave a disgusted scowl look: As I recalled, Miguel put me on a stupid level 4 mission. I only do Level 7 and up!

Peter: We were short staff that day!

Mayday mimics her dad: Blah! Bah BA!

May copies her dad: Blahh. -the two giggles rolling their ball back and forth-

Petie: Look Alpha, sometimes you just gotta follow the rules! Besides, shouldn't you focus on having litters with your MJ.

Alpha frowns a bit: MJ passed away...

The two Peters looks down, this is how it is as Spiderman: I'm so sorry, Alpha. I didn't know.

Alpha: Its fine. She was a Beta anyway. I couldn't give her pups. -he ran his hand through his hair still looking handsome even when he's depressed-

Peter: Look, there's other fish in the sea. I'm sure you'll get with a nice girl or guy or both!

Petie: and None Binaries!

Alpha snorted: I'm done with love! I just wanted to see May and see how much my own pup would've looked like her. But, I don't think my pup would've have that hair color... maybe my hair. -he saw May's Auburn hair.-

Petie: Feel free to hold her. She's very lovable! Babies are always the cure!

Peter: No kiddin'! -he chuckles-

Pav and Miles walk along with each other with their container of their lunch. Burgers and fries this time they got themselves the Miguel's mask burger just to try it. Pav was the first one to noticed Alpha Peter and nudge Miles' side: Oh look, there's Alpha!

Miles: Ah, ow. You hit my rib. -he rubs his sides- and how do you know all these Spiderman, man?

Pav: I'm always friendly! You see him tho! Doesn't look anything like Peter, huh?

Miles' eyes gleamed at the Alpha: I'll say, he's very... fine. -he whispers lowly- not in a sexually way but you know he's very handsome. -hoping his boyfriend isn't around to hear him. Like he needs Hobie fighting with an Alpha-

Pav laughs: I know, right! It's like he's the cooler side of Noir but with roughness of Miguel.

Miles tilted his head: Huh? I can see that. I never seen Alpha around here.

Pav: He always works at night and level 8 and up missions. Anything lower and he thinks it's beneath him.

Miles: Shit, so he must be strong, huh?

Pav: Very strong. Why you think he always challenge Miguel?

Miles: But Miguel isn't an Alpha!

Pav: He may not be but he is strong and kind have the presence of one.

Miles: Make sense! -he opens his container to eat a fry- Miguel is a big guy too.

The two were aware Alpha was hearing them so he snapped: It's rude to talk about me when you're this close! -his arms crossed and scowling at the teenagers.-

The two froze at his golden brown eyes glaring at them: That's so cool. -they two murmured. How can a man be that fine?-

They walked over to say hello: Hello! Hey Petie and Peter! -Milese said-

Pav nodded: Hey! How's everything Petie? -he turns to find Mayday and May playing- Awe! Look at them and their tiny hats! -being the first one to go over the little girls to say hello- and they smell like peaches and milk!

Miles was left standing next to Alpha whose eyes on him: Heh, sorry about that. I'm Miles Morale-

Alpha cut him off: Miles Morales Earth 1610, an anomaly that proven Miguel wrong? Yeah, I know. I was one of the Spiderfolks that chased you down. -being rudely honest-

Petie winced: Alpha, Miles isn't an anomaly!

Alpha: It didn't matter. What's matter is our caused!

Miles felt like this was deja vu: Huh uh... -this is awkward- Well, I proven you wrong and all of Miguel's gang.

Alpha: That you did. Anyway, I know who are you. The question is... -he got to Miles' level staring into the kids eyes- Are you an Omega?

Miles's eyes widen: HUH?

Petie laughs: Told ya, he looks like one.

Peter chuckles: Hey, I got Beta!

Pav overheard and laughs: Hahaha, Miles, you're always an Omega! -the two girls crawling over Pav having to play with him-

Miles: I am not an Omega! -he pouts-

Alpha rub his chin: So your not part of the Omegaverse?

Miles: NO!

Petie: Careful, Alpha. Miles is taken...

Peter: and he's 18 years old. Don't want to report this to Miguel. That man is strict on grown ass people dating minors!

Petie: Oh yeah, I heard that happen... some Spiderman dated another Spiderperson, and one of them was sixteen?

Peter shudders being grossed out: Yup! Eck, Yeah, that's why Miguel put our age on our watches now! Man, I use to lie and say I was 22.

Petie arched his eyebrows: Peter... you do not look 22. -almost offended by the weak lie-

Peter: What? Yes, I do!

Petie: More like 42

Peter: Ahh, I see what you did there!

Alpha bluntly spoke: 18 is legal! In my world, 16 is legal for marriage. -his eyes still on Miles finding it hard to believe he's not an Omega-

Miles avoids looking as much with this fine ass Peter, kinda weird when your mentor is Peter too. But they are all so different. Alpha is more serious, more strict and got some edge to him: Um... huh, that's crazy, man. -he casually said-

Petie: I dunno, Alpha. My world is the same too and I never dated anyone in the teens... kinda weird even if they were eighTEEN or nineTEEN!

Peter: Really? I dated a nineteen year old but I was twenty one.

Petie: That's different. One year apart like that is fine, but as a grown man? -his soft eyes look over at Alpha Peter-

Alpha: I'm twenty eight for your information. -he took Miles' cheek to study his skin, this time he's hunched over to get on Miles' level- Are you sure your not an Omega?

Pav: He got a boyfriend!

Miles: What he said!

Alpha still staring, until a guitar block him and Miles' face. Golden-brown eyes looks up to find Hobie glaring at him: Oy? What are you doing, mate? -he roughly slap the Alpha's hand away from his Sunflower, then having his arm around Miles' shoulder- Huh?

Miles: He wanted to know if I was an Omega?

Alpha didn't like Hobie's attitude. Hell, it's as if the damn kid is trying to challenge him. He chuckles: I was curious that's all. -his golden eyes glaring back at Hobie-

Hobie scowls: Huh? Maybe you should find someone around your age, old man?

Petie and Peter quickly pulled the two apart seeing how they were doing a stare down. Alpha: Ha, cute. Maybe you should be more careful, and not lose that one. There's a lot of Alphas around here that would mistake him as an Omega. -he smirks widely- and he's not half bad looking too!

Petie: Alpha stop it! You're gonna make him mad! -using his scent to calm him down-

Hobie was about to shout back until Peter and Miles hold him back: Relax, man. Alpha was just looking. No harm done! he done it to me!

Miles hugs Hobie: Bae, it's fine!

Hobie turns around placing his hands on his boyfriend shoulders: For now on, you're gonna have to tell me where you're at, at all times, luv! I'll be damn if I let an Alpha take you!

Miles: huh! You can't be serious.

Hobie linked his watch to Miles: I am! -he hugs him-

Miles knew his boyfriend will do anything to protect him, but he's not Omega. He can fight. Sometimes Hobie forgets, Miles is a Spiderman!

[yuriko-mukami]

Epilogue

I waved my hand when Maria and Laito-kun headed out. Yuuto was still helping Nalia to put on her shoes but soon, both of them straightened up.

"It was so nice that you could come by!" I beamed. "See you later again~"

"You should come to the shrine on New Year's Day." Yuuto smiled and patted Ruki's shoulder before ruffling my hair once again. "You know, traditions."

"We'll be there." Ruki nodded, holding me close. "Isn't that so, my angel?"

"Yes! Yes, of course. Maybe we can help you with cooking since it will be a busy day in the shrine."

Nalia nodded. "That would be nice." The Kitsune woman looked exhausted when she massaged the small of her back. "I haven't been able to do much recently."

"Then I will make the dinner, Yuriko and you will simply relax, and Yuuto will do his work in the shrine." Ruki simply decided that without asking anyone's opinion. I wanted to poke him between his ribs, but before I could do that, Yuuto grinned.

"Sounds like a plan. Gotta love that. Thanks, Ruki." He wrapped Nalia in a warm coat. "Time to go, Sleepin' Beauty. You look like you're gonna nod off right here and now. See you, Ruki, Sis." And with that, the couple walked out too.

I stretched my arms and peeked at Ruki. "Umh... should we join others in the living room."

"No, we should not." Ruki's answer caught me by surprise.

"No?"

"First, Kou said he bought Vampire Juice for everyone." I could practically smell Ruki's distaste in the air. "And secondly, I wish to have my wife all for myself after she has been socializing with everyone else for the whole evening."

"Well... your wife isn't against that at all..." I ran my fingers on his chest, following the buttons of his blue dress shirt.

Ruki snatched my hand and pulled me tightly against him. A strong arm enveloped my waist. "Close your eyes."

I did as told and felt how air swooshed around us. My skin tingled and my stomach turned slightly but I held to Ruki.

"You can open them now."

Slowly, I pushed my body into a straighter position and fluttered my eyelids up. "Oh my gosh! Where are we?"

"While you were busy running around the manor, I took the liberty to ensure no one would bother us for the rest of the night. I can see that the familiars finished the decorations as I told them." Ruki gazed around a smug smile on his face. "I hope you like the cabin, my angel. It's a few kilometers to the north of the Polar Circle in the middle of the forest. Perhaps we'll even see reindeer tomorrow. "

"Oh, Ruki! I love it!" I jumped a little up and down, enjoying the cozy view and aroma of mulled wine and hot cocoa that wafted in the air.

"Is that so~?" Ruki chuckled, brushing my cheek.

"Totally!" Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rose on my toes and captured Ruki's lips with mine. "Thank you so much!"

"Mhh~ Bold..." The word was a mere mumble against my mouth as he pulled me even closer. His hand slid along my back, reaching under my bottom. He lifted me, and I instantly embraced his waist with my legs.

Smooching me again, Ruki carried me on the leather couch right next to the colorful tree. "I love you, my angel. From the bottom of my heart." He put me lying on the couch, inching closer.

"And I love you, Ruki. You're the love of my life."

Ruki laced his fingers with my hair, leaning even closer until our faces almost touched. "Prepare yourself, Yuriko. It's the longest night of the year, and your master will spoil you as long as it lasts." The tip of Ruki's nose rubbed against mine. "But tell me if you are feeling tired. You should be sleeping enough. Do you understand?"

"I... I... I do. But, Ruki, I can stay up for one night with you. I have plenty of time to snooze tomorrow~" Lifting my head slightly, I pressed my lips on Ruki's.

___

Maria belongs to @mermaid--bride

Nalia belongs to @nalia-tsukino

Yuriko and Yuuto belong to @yuriko-mukami & @yuuto-tsukino (me)

[eggcompany]

Big Baby

Illya wakes up and feels so sad. Luckily his lovers care for him so well. Gaby cuddles and bathes him, Napoleon brings him sweet breakfast pastries and a special present. What will he think when the american brings him a stuffed teddy bear?

“Illya? Darling, why are you still in bed? Are you sick? It’s time for breakfast, come on.” Napoleon said as he walked fully dressed back into the bedroom where the Russian was still laying in bed. He rolled over and whined. 

“…sad…” He said without looking at the American man. 

“You’re sad?” Napoleon asked as he walked over to put a hand on Illya’s shoulder. 

“yes” Illya said in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper. 

“Are you sad because of something or do you just feel sad?” Napoleon asked and rubbed slightly at the cold bicep and shoulder under his hand. Illya answered after a long moment. 

“…miss my mama” He said in a shameful voice. Napoleon's heart aches for the other man. Always acting so tough but still such a poor little boy on the inside. They only yet get to see this vulnerable, soft side to him in such rarity sometimes they forget it even exists. 

“Oh Peril, that’s a big reason to be sad. Do you want something?” Solo asked. He knew the ex KGB wouldn’t ask for anything but he needed to ask. 

“I’m cold too” Illya sighed out and deflated into a big pouty puddle. His shoulders folded forward as he curled in on himself, he drew his knees up slightly too. ‘ How could someone so big look so small?’ thought the american as he plotted a good plan. 

“Do you want Gaby to come cuddle with you? I’ll go get a nice warm breakfast for all of us and we can stay in all today and go out tonight. Does that sound okay Darling?” The American asked and continued to rub and massage at the others shoulder, arm, and back. Illya sighed and nodded, keeping his eyes down and away from where his lover stood over him. 

“… yeah. thanks Napoleosha” he said and glanced up at the shimmering blue eyes looking down at him. 

“You’re welcome” Napoleon said quietly and rubbed down the expanse of Illya’s back before leaving the room. 

“Hey Gab, Illya's sad so I’m going to go get hot pastries and cocoa. He’s cold so go cuddle the ice pop.” Napoleon said when he walked back out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

“Aww poor baby! Make sure to get him extra.” Gaby said with her hand over her heart as she finishes pulling up her stockings. She looked around for a moment and just pulled off her dress and grabbed the shirt she had slept in. 

“Yeah I’ll try and find the sweetest ones. He said he misses his mama so I think you’d be better to cuddle him right now. I’ll be back soon.” Napoleon explained and kissed the German girl's head. She patted his arm and walked toward the doors but stopped abruptly. She turned and looked at the man over her shoulder. 

“You know… I had an idea while we were coming back last night…” 

“Peril! Gaby! I’m back. Sit up, I got something to eat.” Napoleon said loudly as he relocked the door behind him. He had a large bag of pastries wrapped up in papers and a bag of lidded hot chocolate cups.

He toes off his shoes and opens the bedroom doors again. Illya was dreary eyed as he sat up in bed, Gaby rubbed up and down his back and smiled at him with just a hint of pity.  Illya yawned and blinked open his eyes. Napoleon smiled as he walked closer and noticed the blanket marks that lashed across the Russians ribs and side. 

“I got breakfast. Smells pretty good, yeah?” Napoleon said as he opened the bag under Illya's nose. He yawned and sniffed at the bag. 

Gaby stood up and grabbed a bath towel and came back to her spot on the bed. She spread it out for crumbs under them. Illya was still pouting but had his hand down in the bag. He fished out what looked like heaven drizzled in chocolate. 

Soon the pastries were gone, the cocoa was drunk, and Illya was getting his face wiped gently by the American while Gaby turned on some music, nice and quiet. 

“Are you still hungry? Do you want something else?” Napoleon said quietly as he looked at Illya with eyes full of love. Illya shook his head. He always got so quiet when he got in these moods. 

“Do you want anything that’s not food?” Gaby asked and Illya picked at his hands for a moment. He felt too seen under the gaze of both his lovers. 

“Can I just sit and listen to music? I… I might want to bathe too…” Illya said and only spared a glance up at Gaby for a moment before looking back down at his hands. Napoleon kissed his forehead and walked toward the bathroom. 

“Well I’ll fill the tub and add some scents. Perhaps me and Gab will go on a short walk?” Napoleon said from the doorway of the washroom. 

“Oh? What do you think, Doll? Is it okay if we go on a walk or do you want me to stay? I’m sure Solo can handle himself.” Gaby said and looked between the dark haired man and the blonde. Illya looked up at her with his eyes wide and twinkling. 

“I... that would be okay. Good.” He said and looked down at himself. He felt… wrong. Too big for himself. Too gangly and awkward. Too much. Too much. 

“Well then, have fun. I will be back soon. Gaby I’ll get that candy you wanted.” Napoleon said as he put on his coat and stepped out the door with a wink. 

“Hey Ice pop, I got you something.” Napoleon said in a sing-song voice as he locked the door and made his way to the bedroom where he heard hushed voices. 

“Another treat? Bear I’m too full, save it for later.” Illya whined as Gaby continued to rub a white towel around his head and neck. Napoleon smiled at him as he held a bag behind his back. He dropped the bag to be hidden by the end of the bed. 

“It’s not food. Me and Gaby wanted to get you something special. If you don’t want it, we can always take it back, okay?” Napoleon said in a serious but caring voice. Gaby pulled back and went to put the towel on the rack to dry. 

“I am… getting nervous. Why? What you get me?” Illya asked and looked a bit panicked. His hands tensed a few times against the blanket that covered his legs. 

Napoleon bent down and revealed a large brown teddy bear with a tan nose and belly. It was nearly three and a half feet tall and had soft sewn eyes and nose. 

Illya stared at the item with big surprised eyes and a blank face. A trained blank face. One that seemed like it wanted to show emotion but years of training kept it blank and void. 

“You bought a toy.” Illya said in a quiet voice, eyes drawn to look at each detail on the plush item. 

“ We bought you a toy. If you really don’t want it I can go bring it back, no harm no foul. It’s okay Peril.” Napoleon offered when Illya didn’t move to touch the toy or make an expression of joy or otherwise. Gaby made her way to stand between Illya on the bed and Napoleon still standing at the foot of it. 

“We wanted you to have something… nice. I’ve got my nice pajamas and Solo has his nice soaps and such. We can always get you something else.” Gaby offered to the blonde as she smiled. Illya looked at her and then back at the bear. 

“You… you got me…detskaya veshch…” ( baby thing ) Illya said quietly as his breathing picked up slightly. He stared at the toy as his hands twitched against the sheets again. Grabbing tightly only to relax a bit and grab up again. Gaby raised an eyebrow at Napoleon and stepped closer to Illya. 

“Do you want to touch it?” The american offered with that dashing heart melting smile he puts on only for the people he likes. With a small nod Illya answered quietly. 

“Please” 

Napoleon extended his hand and watched as the Russian man ran the tips of his fingers gently over the fluffy body of the toy. Illya's eyes were round and sparkling as he looked over the item. He touched the soft tan paws and the embroidered nose. 

They had chosen the bear for this reason. Illya sometimes felt too small for his skin. Too big, too awkward, too much. A regular bear would make it worse. However, a bear that was as long as his torso wouldn’t. 

Gaby moved to sit facing the tall man on the bed crisscrossing her legs. She moved to take the toy and hold it in her lap in front of the man. 

“What do you think of this?” Gaby said quietly. Her eyes were kind and her voice was laced with that warm kind of affection that made Illya feel squishy on the inside. 

 Illya kept his eyes down on the toy. His breaths were long and only an inch away from being sighs. His stone trained face fell and revealed a nearly bratty pout and big needy eyes. 

“It’s soft… and big. I… May I hold it?” Illya said and looked up into Gaby's eyes. His twinkled and shone like a babe looking at a bottle. 

“It’s your toy. You can hold it without asking.” Gaby said with a smile as he held the bear up so Illya could grasp it. She said it in that chest melting sweet voice again. 

“Oh…” Illya whispered as his hands shook as he held the bear under the arms. He squeezed it and moved his fingers around against the fabric. 

He slowly brought the toy forward toward his still bare chest. His eyes shifted around the bed, trying to look at the others in the room. He finally wrapped his arms around the bear's thick middle and pressed it against his skin, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes caught on a knot in the wooden floor and kept them there. 

Gaby and Napoleon smiled as they watched the man hold the toy. Napoleon felt happy and smiled until he noticed the Russians shaking bottom lip. 

“Peril? What’s wrong? What’s wrong sweetheart?” The American said as he hurried to the Russians side, squatting next to the bed. 

“eto rebenok” ( this is a child ) Illya said quietly and cuddled the toy and laid his cheek on the top of its head. His lip wobbled and he rubbed his cheek against the top of the bear’s head silently as the others watched him. 

Gaby kept her eyes on his hands where he was holding onto the toy with such gentleness. As if the toy would break and shatter in his hands. Napoleon watched his face for any signs of anything. He just saw slightly dazed eyes, like Illya was spacing out. 

“Can I go back for sleep? I am tired.” Illya asked before he let out a yawn minutes later. Gaby leaned forward onto her hands and knees and kissed his forehead. Napoleon did the same before  turning off the lights and closing the curtains. 

“Of course. Do you want another blanket or pillow or anything?” Gaby asked as she stroked through the short blonde hair. Illya shook his head and rolled over to lay on his side, arms encircling the bear. 

 Such a big baby, but a baby nonetheless.

[crimson-calligraphyx]

Death is All Around | part VII

At some point later in the night, Billy was able to coax the hysterics out of my system. His whole demeanor had flipped since his outburst; he did whatever he could to calm me down. He had made me a hot chocolate and searched high and low in the cabinets for any traces of candy—for some reason I was really craving chocolate after all the stress of tonight. He did manage to find the hidden stash that my dad had bought in preparation for Halloween, which he didn't want me to find, but Billy was great at scoping things out.

After I warmed up on the inside from the hot cocoa and filled myself to the brim with Reese's and Crunch bars, Billy decided to run me a bath. At first, I wasn't really in the mood for it, but after a few moments of soaking in the cherry-almond-scented suds, I was very appreciative of this kind gesture. I had been relishing in the warmth of the water, playing with the colorful orbs around me when Billy reappeared with a tiny smile spreading on his lips. I returned the smile, reaching my hand out towards him. He takes my hand, kneeling to be at the same height as me. I pull him towards me gently, giving him a soft kiss. "Thank you for this," I whisper when I break away from his lips. He places his hand on my cheek, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. "Of course," he whispers back.

I sit up, still mostly submerged in the bath. "Would you like to join me?" "Sure," he chuckles, promptly standing to remove his clothes. I take in the sight of my naked boyfriend, a blush crawling up my neck and across my face. He was toned in just the right areas, his back and arm muscles accentuated as he removed his shirt. I couldn't help the tingle in my belly as I swooned over his boyish good looks. I scoot forward some as he steps into the tub behind me, slowly lowering himself down. Once he wrapped his arms around my waist, I leaned up against him and made myself comfortable.

My head moved with his steady breathing as I lay against his chest, lulling me into relaxation. I closed my eyes and hummed, feeling at peace being wrapped up in Billy's arms. He slowly begins to trail his hands over my arms, massaging the bubbles into my skin. "You know I'd do anything to protect you, right Sid?" he quietly asks, his hands continuing up my shoulders. "I know," I whispered. "I'm still so sorry about earlier." "Don't be," he tells me, now rubbing his fingertips into my tense traps, causing me to lean forward. "If I were in your shoes, I'd think the same thing." I groaned as he pushed on a knot in my upper back, wincing at the pain. "Christ, that hurts." "I know, I'm sorry, but it'll feel good after the knot is out."

He continues working on my tense muscles, eventually running his thumbs up the back of my neck. They meet at the base of my skull, rolling there momentarily before trailing them up the side behind my ears. I couldn't help but moan, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Feel good, baby?" "Yeah," I say under my breath, grinning at the new pet name he gave me. "Good," he whispers, kissing the back of my head. He runs his hands back down my upper arms, my body melting into his torso. He gently caresses my sides, tracing the shape of my ribs; I shiver at the touch. I feel a chuckle vibrate in his chest, amused at my ticklishness. He begins to reach higher, palming my breasts lightly as he waits for my reaction. When I don't stop him, he rubs his thumbs over my nipples that were now perking up, earning a moan from me.

"Is this okay?" he asks lowly, sending another round of shivers down my spine. I nod against his chest. One hand leaves my breast, slowly tracking down my stomach, halting at the front of my pelvic area. Feeling his growing erection against my lower back, I gasped, bashfully giggling. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Would you like me to stop?" I twisted in his hold, turning so I could look at him. I longingly stared into his espresso-brown eyes that glimmered with adoration and lust. "No," I say confidently, turning back to my original position, a smirk on my lips. He then presses his lips to my neck, kissing the tender skin before he nipped it lightly. I raised my arm behind his head, holding him there as I tilted my head to the side to grant him more access to my neck. His tongue lashes out, licking before he pulls a section of my skin into his mouth and begins sucking on it. I moaned out embarrassingly loud because of it.

His fingers brush lightly against my clit, my body involuntarily bucking toward his hand. A sigh passes my lips while I get used to the pressure of his fingertips against me. "You like that, don't you?" Billy growls in my ear, nipping my earlobe. I whimpered, nodding as I dug my nails into his scalp. He quickened his pace against my swollen bundle of nerves, his erection poking harder into my back as he grinds his hips into me. He tried to slip a finger inside of me, but the angle was all wrong; he retracts his hand. "Why don't we dry off and take this to your bedroom?" He speaks slyly into my ear.

With that question in the air, we made our way back to my bedroom with towels wrapped around us. My bedroom door had just shut and Billy’s hands were already planted on my face, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss. With his tongue slipping into my mouth and tangling with mine, he slowly backs me towards my bed, gently lying me down when we reach it. Without breaking our kiss, he unravels the towel from my body and trails his hands down my abdomen. When his fingertips reach my clit again, it caused me to moan into his mouth, my back arching to his touch. He chuckles as he breaks away from our kiss, gazing into my eyes as he continued to work through my folds with his fingers.

He stands up to drop the towel from his waist and crawls back on me, peppering kisses along my collarbone and jaw. “You’re so precious to me, Sidney,” he mumbles against my skin. I couldn’t find the right words to say, being tongue tied while feeling my heart swell at his words. I lace my fingers in his hair instead, lightly massaging his scalp, earning a quiet groan from him. His eyes find mine again as he flashes me the sweetest smile, my own smile taking form on my face. He moves my bangs out of my face then runs his thumb across my cheek as he captures my lips with his again.

Our mouths moved in sync while he adjusted his position, gently spreading my legs apart. He hooked one of my legs around his hip as he slowly entered me, causing me to breathe in sharply at the sudden sensation. While his hand was still caressing my face, he rocked his hips slowly against mine, penetrating me delicately. I broke our kiss, pulling his head towards me until our foreheads connected. I gazed longingly into his eyes as I ran my fingers through his hair again, curling them at the nape of his neck. “I love you, Billy,” I murmur. “I love you, too,” he hums happily, kissing the tip of my nose. He begins to pick up his pace, grinding into me while bringing his mouth back to mine. He bites my bottom lip, earning a whimper from me, while chuckling into the kiss, forcing his tongue back into my mouth. As my tongue found his, I pulled my other leg up around his hip, feeling him deeper. He struck that sweet spot with each thrust, a string of moans expelling from me while I dug my nails into his back to urge him to keep going.

He halted his movements when there was a sudden bang within the house. I gasp, my eyes growing wide in panic. “Is your dad home?” he questions, still buried inside me. “No, he’s away on business.” He remains still for a moment, listening for any more sounds. There was a soft thumping from below, like heavy boots trudging along downstairs. “I’m gonna check that out,” he mutters as he slips out of me. He stands, finding his jeans and hopping into them, followed by shrugging into his flannel that he leaves unbuttoned. “I’ll be right back, stay here.” I nodded, my heart pounding against my chest with fear icing my veins. When he leaves the room, I take the opportunity to find a nightgown and throw it on, sitting back down on my bed, waiting.

I heard another loud bang, causing me to jump up and run into the hall, leaning over the banister to see what was going on. All I could hear was grunting from below. Suddenly, Billy comes into view, panic across his face. “Sidney, run!” he shouts at me. I froze—I had no where to run while I was upstairs. “Billy, what—” His body goes flying into the wall, a dark figure tackling him. I gasped, tears prickling my eyes once I realized what was going on. Ghostface was in my house, and he was attacking Billy. “Oh, God, Billy!” I scream, charging down the stairs. The masked man picks Billy up by the collar, slamming him against the front door like a ragdoll; I watch his head slump forward. “Let him go, you fuck!” I yell at him. He does just that, Billy’s body sliding down into a heap on the floor, and turns his way towards me. He brandishes a knife as he stalks towards me, causing me to cower against the wall.

“I got you right where I want you,” his menacing voice sounds, followed by a chuckle. He makes his way over to me, inching the knife towards my face. I turned my head away, whimpering in terror as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt the tip of the blade graze my chin, pushing my face forward so that I was staring at the monster in front of me. “Please don’t hurt me,” I whine. “I’m not going to hurt you, Sid,” he chortles. “I’m going to kill you.” I let out a sob as my whole body trembled at his words.

“Leave her the fuck alone!” Billy suddenly shouts, throwing a lamp on top of his head. Ghostface collapsed, allowing my eyes to lock with Billy’s. He waves an arm, gesturing me to follow him while he was down for the count momentarily. I jumped over his body, clinging onto Billy as he guided me through the kitchen, knowing there was a door that led to the porch from there. When we made it outside, Billy took my hands in his own that were shaking violently. I grasped onto them, my brows scrunching in alarm when I felt that they were wet. Looking at them, I saw that they were covered in blood. “Oh my God, Billy, you’re bleeding!” I yelled out in full panic. “Shh, shh, I know, Sidney,” he removes one hand to fish something out of his pocket. “I’ll be okay, just…take this and call 911,” he demands, placing his cellular in my hands. When my brain couldn’t tell my hands to hold the phone, he squeezed my hands around it for me. “Go!” he yells, his eyes pleading.

Everything was moving in slow motion, and tears were blurring my vision. My legs barely moved me across the porch as I fumbled with the buttons on the cellular. When I was finally able to dial 911, I heard more commotion behind me, halting me in my tracks. I looked back, the phone ringing in my ear as I watched Billy try to fend off my predator. Billy’s screams echoed in my head as he slouched forward, clutching his side. “911, what is your emergency?” “Please help!” I shouted into the receiver. “Th-there’s a man—Ghostface—he’s, oh God,” I collapsed to my knees. “He’s attacking me and my boyfriend!” “Where is the state of your emergency?” I blurted out my address as clearly as I could. “We’re sending officers your way, please stand by.”

When Billy hit the ground, Ghostface lifted his head and stared right into my soul. He lifts the knife covered in my boyfriend’s blood and points it at me. “You’re next,” he laughs maniacally, promptly jumping off my porch and into the night.

I crawled my way over to Billy, rolling him onto his back. With his shirt being open, I can see where he had been stabbed—just above his hip, but it was deep. The wound was gushing blood, leaving Billy incoherent from blood loss. I dropped the phone and pressed both hands into his laceration, full on sobbing while trying to save his life. “Please, Billy, please stay with me!”

|Chapter 8|

[mysteriesofloves]

happy valentines! maybe some hints about chapter 5 to celebrate? 👀

how about i do you one better and give you the opening scene? 💝💝💝

The fire is lit when she enters the living room, but she doesn’t remember who started it. The large leather armchair that usually houses the hulking figure of her husband instead hugs her lanky son, softened with sleep. There’s a book open in his lap, but he scrolls on his phone with his eyes half-lidded instead of reading it.

She slides a steaming cup of cocoa onto the table next to him, taking a seat on the couch with one of her own. Henry looks at the cup, and then at her.

“Grandpa’s recipe,” she says. “It’s like how they make it in Paris.”

His brows dip curiously. He shuts the book but keeps his phone gripped in one hand as he takes the cup with the other. “Thanks.”

“We haven’t really talked,” she says. “Since the dance.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“So have you,” she says. Guilt swirls in her stomach. He nods like he knows that, and he’s letting her have this as a consolation.

“Um,” Henry says. She can see his hand going red from the heat. “Are we talking now?”

“We can,” she says. “I mean, I’d like to.”

“Is Dad—?”

“He’s upstairs.”

Henry’s jaw tightens, almost angrily, the resemblance uncanny. Guilt, swirling. He takes a sip from his cup and it lurches in her stomach to tell him that it’s too hot but the words don’t quite make it out.

“How’d it go with Nicky?” she tries.

“It went,” Henry says. She’s trying to figure out how to phrase what she wants to ask next when he continues, “It’s—we’re not. And we didn’t. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

“It’s not,” she says, although she supposes she did want to know. “You told him how you feel?”

“Sort of.”

“And he…doesn’t feel the same way?”

Henry takes a long sip and then says, “He likes someone else.”

“Oh, honey,” she says softly. “I’m sorry. Do you—do you know who?”

Henry hums. “Himself,” he says. “Nicky is—in love with the sound of his own voice saying he doesn’t need anyone.” Henry winces. He rubs a hand over his face. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Do you love him?”

She nearly winces herself. If there was another way to ask that, she didn’t have the strength to find it.

“Can we talk about something else.”

“Okay,” she says, her heart beating too hard in her throat. “You—um, you wrote a paper on Endymion for class?”

“How—“ Henry looks at her, then. All open and curious and startlingly tired. Was she that tired at his age?

Yes, of course. She presses a hot hand to her cheek.

“How’d you know that?”

“Mr. Humphrey told me.”

“Did you read it?”

“No, I—I think he has some kind of student-teacher privilege for that.” She laughs lightly, not all there. “Why that one? I mean, why’d you choose it?”

“I don’t know,” Henry says. “I liked it. It just kind of like, um—Mr. Humphrey says a poem can speak to you so I guess it just spoke to me, like it was—“

“Being etched into the inside of your ribs,” Blair murmurs.

“Um,” says Henry again. He’s looking at her strangely. “That’s kind of a pretentious way of putting it but sure.”

Blair tries to smile but she’s tired, too. “Do you love him?”

Henry looks hurt by the question but she can’t bring herself to take it back, to tell him he doesn’t need to answer. “I don’t think so,” he says finally. “I don’t know. It’s different, so I don’t know.”

“Different than what?”

“Than the poems.”

Blair swallows. Her eyes sting and her stomach swirls and swirls and swirls. “You know Daddy doesn’t care,” she says. “That you’re—“

“Yeah, I know,” Henry says quickly. “That’s not—he just doesn’t think I should get involved.”

“Involved?” she asks.

“Like, emotionally, I guess, with anyone.” Something springs up in Henry’s face suddenly, like a switch being flicked. “‘Cause he doesn’t want me to get hurt, I guess.”

“I guess,” is all Blair can manage to say.

His book and his phone and his now-empty cup are forgotten about. He says in a rush, “Can we go away for Christmas? Like Paris? Or—it doesn’t have to be Paris, we could go to Aspen or Whistler or even the Hamptons, just anywhere but the city.”

“Everyone’s already coming here,” she says. “You love the city at Christmas.”

“No, I know, I just—“ he sighs. “Whatever. It’s fine.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Blair says. Not because it’s true, but because it’s something to say.

[kittygeller]

Park walk through light displays @fighter-eddieking

“I may be biased, but I really think I&K construction is one of the best display. After the library’s of course. ” She was quick to tease him as they moved slowly through the park. “If one is us doesn’t win, it’s rigged.” She decided, taking a sip of the hot cocoa eddie had gotten her. “Next year we’ll have the baby with us. Isn’t that weird to think? Us going from a two to a three. You’ll have to get us matching I&K beanies.” She laughed, stopping for a moment when the baby kicked her in the ribs. Taking in a sharp breath she rubbed her side. “ OK, so you’re excited about this too good to know. Now maybe don’t break my ribs? I gave you a peppermint cookie earlier.” She teased her stomach. “Let me see your Hand.” The baby had been giving Eddie a hard time since it began to move, always slowing its kicks when he tried to feel. Kitty was determined though. “There’s no way you won’t be able to feel these.”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.7k] prompt: "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Steve watched, slack jawed and distracted, as you stretched yourself out on one of his parents loungers, eyes closed and chin tilted to the sun. 

It was a brutal summer day in Hawkins, the Indiana heat scorching the sidewalks, the blue skies cloudless and the residents lethargic. It’s why, when the kids asked Steve to take them to the arcade - the darkest, stuffiest place in town - he said ‘not a chance.’ 

It’s why you were all littered around his parents pool, kids and teens alike in various states of undress, limbs dipped in the cool, blue water and noses slathered in sunscreen. 

Nancy and Robin were knee deep in the shallows talking quietly to Max who was sitting on the edge, feet in the pool and shorts still on, brow furrowed as she stared at Lucas. 

Ignorant to the girl’s wrath, Lucas and Dustin were throwing themselves into the deep end, voices loud as they yelled at Eddie, asking the older boy relentless questions about the next campaign as he tried to nap, face down in the shade. 

The yard smelled like fresh lemonade, cut grass and chlorine and your skin was still sticky with sunscreen, your fingers drawing lazy circles over your stomach, the way Steve did when you were sleepy and curled against him. 

You had unbuttoned your denim cut offs, exposing the expanse of your lower abdomen, the edge of your cherry red underwear ever so slightly on show. Your shirt was rucked up, cotton crumpled in order to expose as much of your bare skin to the breeze that swam through the yard every half hour. 

You felt lazy, warm and languid and the splashes and yells from your friends became faded noise, the sounds fuzzy and distant like they were underwater. You kept up the slow touches on your skin, fingertips swooping and swirling across your tummy, the feel of it making you sigh and sink into the lounger a little more. 

Sleep had almost stolen you, just as you were thumbing the cotton edge of your underwear, your wrist pressed into the open denim. There was nothing sexual about it, not to you, it just felt nice. But a shadow fell across your, a small reprieve from the relentless sun and you opened your eyes, grinning sleepy as you saw your boyfriend hovering above you. 

“Hey handsome,” you whispered happily, expecting him to lean down and into you, pressing his lips to your own for a kiss.

But it didn’t come and you frowned, turning your head more in order to see him properly, his head and body backlit in the sun, halos of light and bursts of colour painting the air around him. You could smell his sunscreen, the cocoa butter scented lotion that you’d readily rubbed over his back and shoulders earlier. 

Steve was kneeling by your side, his arms crossed and leaning on the lounger, the muscles in his forearms tense and pressed against your ribs, warm and hard. He was looking at you through messy hair, any product he’d put in it that morning long gone with the rising temperatures and his eyes were dark, lids hooded.

You watched him lick his lips, letting his gaze roam over your stretched out form, his stare greedy and hot. His eyes lingered on your hands, still playing with the tiny lace edges of your underwear, entranced by the way the band lifted and snapped back against your skin. 

A hand snuck out from where he’d tucked them under his crossed arms, bigger and rougher than your own and when Steve moved it over your lower stomach, it covered your own easily. You swallowed hard, looking at your boyfriend before stealing a glance at your friends who were only a few feet away. 

No one was paying you both any attention and you wanted to squeeze your eyes shut as Steve fingered the edge of your open shorts, this thumb flicking at the button that sat useless. He twisted his lips, hiding a smirk or a smile, you weren’t sure. But when he finally spoke, his lips dripped honey, his words liquid smoke, sex and sarcasm. 

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Your lips parted in a scoff, a gasp and Steve shook his head at you, the smile he’d been hiding finally breaking free. You slid your hand from underneath his, a little desperate to feel his touch on your skin, rough palms and calloused fingers and you set him with a stare. 

“What’re you talking about?” You asked, truly puzzled by his words. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen some skin before, Harrington, your high school reputation precedes you.”

Steve ignored you for the most part, poking a finger into the dip of your hips for your cheek, making a laugh bubble from your lips. But his smile was still there, his eyes still hot and he was leaning down, lips descending on your own before moving, letting you catch the stubble on his jaw before he was nudging his nose into your neck.

He exhaled, a huff of warm air pressed into your jaw, lips following as he pushed quick, hot, open mouthed kisses along your skin. You felt him grin as goosebumps shivered across your skin, his hands smoothing over the ones that prickled at your stomach and he loved it, loved knowing he had the same effect on you, as you did him.

But then his fingers found the edge of your underwear, flirting with the top of it, fingertips dipping under the hem, taunting and teasing as he pulled back to look at you. You felt the air from your lungs stop and stutter in your chest, your heart burning as he moved his touch back and forth, so close to where you were suddenly aching for him but still so far.

The sound of Dustin yelling snapped you back to reality, your cheeks hot and your eyes wide as water from the pool splashed your toes. You shuffled, bending your knees and planting your feet behind your ass in order to block what your boyfriend was doing with his hand.

“Steve,” you tried to hiss but it came out a little more whiny than you intended.

Your body was buzzing, static and electricity rolling off of the boy in waves and he brushed the feeling across your skin with his hands, grin wide, eyes heavy.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked, voice soft and a little taunting. The same tone he used in bed to shower you with praise, to edge you on, to tell you when you did something he loved. “You didn’t mind doing this to yourself.”

You swore, chest flushed and cheeks hot as you glared at him. You held you breath as he leant back into you, crowding over you in the best way and you were wrecked, pouting and wishing he’d kiss you. 

Steve would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t know what you wanted, his eyes raking over you greedily, the flush of your skin, your glassy eyes, shining bright as you preened up at him, lips parted and back almost arching off of the sunlounger.

“You’re so pretty,” he told you, whispering it over your lips, an almost kiss. “Didn’t you know I was watchin’?” 

His fingers left your skin, just for a second and you hummed when they returned, his hand flat and stroking over you. Another hiss left your lips when he splayed his fingers, wide and searching, his pinky slipping further below the band of your underwear than before. You wondered if he knew what he was doing to you, if he knew how you were dying to rub your thighs together, to take his wrist in your grasp and push his hand further down.

You shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip before you did something stupid, like rock your hips into his touch. 

Shit.

Your boyfriend tutted, sounding extraordinarily calm given the public situation he’d put you both in but when you let out a soft, quiet noise - a huff of breath that escaped your lips - you watched as he moved closer to the lounger, pressing his hips into the side of it to gain some relief.

“Oh sweetheart, you should know by now I can hardly ever take my eyes off you.”

You huffed you a laugh, eyes rolling affectionately at his sweet words. You brought a hand to cup at his chin, your thumb pressed to his bottom lip, smiling with he nipped at it softly.

“Now you’re just trying to get in my pants, Harrington,” you teased, still warm all over for him. 

“I thought I already was,” Steve grinned, brows raised as he let his fingers sweep across you again, finally swallowing your rushed whispers of protest with his lips, kissing you sweet and soft, tongue sliding over your own. 

You only parted when cold water splashed across the both of you, Steve’s back drenched and your legs dripping as Eddie stood at the lounger Steve had originally occupied, garden hose in hand. You yelped, Steve’s hand slipping from the edge of your underwear as he pushed himself backwards, his shirt sticking to him and his hair wet against his forehead. 

You both scowled, skin glittering with droplets of water and you stared at the other boy, face smug and eyes knowing. 

Eddie glanced between the pair of you, gesturing at you both threateningly with the hose. 

“Now, now,” he sang, “there’s kids around, none of that.”

Flushing furiously, you stood up, your soaked shirt stuttering down your rib cage until it covered your open shorts and you made a break from the back door, desperate for a glass of cold water and some of Steve’s clothes.

You heard Steve swear at your friend, somewhat lighthearted as he followed you across the patio, eyes burning into the back of you as he wondered if he could convince you to spend the afternoon in his bed with him, kids be damned.

As if Eddie could read his thoughts, another sharp jet of water hit at your feet, the cold spray bouncing off the floor and soaking your legs. You squeaked again, jumping out of the puddle and into the safety of Steve’s kitchen, just within earshot to hear Eddie call out, “hands where we can see them, Harrington!”