#i havent slept through the night in a while

[tojisteddy]

Moon River | cw: 18+ mdni, cock warming, daddy kink (icky), dd!lg, meanie!simon, fluff if you squint.

Blackcat!reader who has the shittiest sleep schedule known to man.

Can sleep just about anywhere and at any time. From the bed, to the floor, while standing, in the car, while your eyes are open— you’re sleeping. And then when night falls, you’re wide awake. Eager to do something, go out or go on live and yap or worse, sneak out of bed to listen to music in the living room. Your headphones directly connected to the record player, laying on the floor, legs up against the wall as you aimlessly flip through the pages of some fashion magazine.

Slugger and Fish, your two dogs, were cuddled up next to you until you felt Fish immediately get up, happy panting as he circled around something moving— someone—

You titled you head upward, now faced with an upside down version of Simon Riley. You snickered to yourself. Silly.

“Good morning.” You say nonchalantly, tugging your headphones down to your neck.

It had to be around three am, three hours before Simon woke up and had to be at work, you’d leave three hours after that for your own work day.

There’s nothing but an incoherent grumble to your statement, a pinch to his bridge, before swiftly turning the record player off, putting the headphone back and collecting you off the floor and into his arms.

You huffed once his feet hit the steps, “But I’m not tired!”

“Yeah, I know.” That’s the fucking problem.

Did Simon use you as his personal body pillow? Yes. So if you weren’t sleeping, neither was he. Which would throw everything off. He’s tried the fuck you to sleep thing, which worked, but no one does that every day, every night. He laid you down on the bed with a sigh, crawling in behind you and shutting his eyes. Simon sleeps easily almost always. He’d slept in war zones, runnin missions that lasted days on two hours of sleep, forced to sleep a bunch of rowdy men when he enlisted. The only time he has issues, is when his perfect thing to hold won’t stay fucking still.

Ten minutes pass into his sleep and he feels you shift, facing him. He can see your dumb little purses bottom lip through his closed lids.

You whine, “Daddy-“

He plucks your forehead, pulling you on top of him with a grunt, “-Shut up. Sleep.”

He’d fix the sleep schedule by the weekend.

You’d woken up on time, had breakfast and none of your cat naps were allowed. He’d kept you awake, taking you for a walk right before a hardy lunch. Just as you were about to zip off to do god knows what, Simon caught you. Sitting you both down on the couch with you straddling him.

“You’re gonna take a proper nap kitten.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like this?”

Yes.

While your stuffed with his cock.

Simon figured it’d be easier to rock you to sleep with something you’re used to inside you pretty little cunt.

He eased you down on his pulsing red length, slow, “Gotta keep Daddy warm doll, ‘f told you about having to do something in return when I help you out. Havent I?”

You’re mewling, your small button aching, trying to shimmy yourself just a little bit to brush the little thing against his abdomen. But he stills you with one hand, letting you sink till he’s bottomed out in your soaking walls.

You shudder, a gasp escaping your lips, “Daddy- augh- wanna-“

“—Sit still, gonna sleep just like this doll.”

You shake your head, shuddering and his tip brush’s just right against your good spot.

“I can’t Daddy! I don’t—“ you can’t even say the rest of your words, his hand wraps around your throat, tightening. Telling you to shut the fuck up.

“You should be thankful ‘M helping you out, yeah? Been alllll types ‘f shitty in the mornin lately because you can’t sleep right. Dad’s doing you a favor here. Be fuckin thankful.” Simon tsks, holding your head up. Tears brimming your eyes, he feels you clench around him and he hisses. Such a needy little thing his princess is.

“You’re gonna close those pretty brown eyes and sleep proper for once and if you don’t we’ll be like this all day. Come on, hold me close.” You do as your told, good girl, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him with those big eyes. Cute.

“Now give Dad a kiss.”

You groaned, your pussy immediately clenching at his words, your full pouty lips meeting his before you rested your head against his shoulder. All you can do is take deep breaths, trying to relax while he’s deep inside you, splitting you open like he’s always done but unmoving.

Somewhere in the middle, with feeling Simons chest moving against yours, the tv low with some football on, his large hand gently rubbing your back, and you feeling nice and full. You felt sleep fall on you.

Simon chuckles in satisfaction, giving a kiss to your scalp, “Wasn’t that hard, was it Princess?”

Your sleep schedule practically reset itself with that. One single afternoon nap, being sure to keep you stuffed, a proper dinner, and then bed time where Simon gave you warm tea, bundled you tight in the comforters, let you snuggle with one of your stuffed animals and mumble about your day before he took its place.

Getting you both a good nights rest.

a/n: is meanie!simon kinda grimy when he calls himself Dad. Yeah. Do I love it? Double Yeah☠️🙂‍↕️ was this kinda lazy especially the ending? Triple yeah!

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contains: nsfw, 18+ 3.9k wc, switch!kurt x switch!reader, onlyfans fem!reader, assplay, gunplay, dacryphilia, sort of dubcon elements i suppose?, stalkerish kurt, choking (minimal), degrading and dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, recording during sex, please consume carefully!

notes: of couuuuurse this is for my love my light bambi (boom boom boom) uhh i struggled writing this bc i didnt know if i was doing too much or not enough?? but i do hope its good.. i worked very hard. as alwayyys, listen to the song ive linked while reading this, OH and also this is a pt 2 to strict machine but it shouldn't be too confusing if u havent read that :)

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@girliism my place at 6. bring the gun.

You’re watching your phone anxiously as you pace back and forth across your apartment, your quiet padding steps echoing in your ears. You had sent the message nearly three hours ago, along with your address. The two checkmarks that showed the recipient had seen the message popped up nearly a millisecond after you sent it, but there had been no response. When you check the time, it’s five minutes till six.

You weren’t really sure why you had messaged him in the first place– his profile stared back at you, taunting and cruel. KurtsWorld69. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but you were sure he was still lurking around. Peering in through windows and climbing up the fire escape to watch you while you slept. Taking photos of you from outside your apartment when you least expected it, and mailing you the pictures with dried cum all over them. Commenting on your streams, spamming links to his Twitch account and promoting his Instagram. Fucking irritating– but for some reason, you didn’t block him. You just couldn’t.

After a while of his silent intrusion into your way of living, you’d bitten the bullet. Made your bed, set up a discreet camera in the corner, and sent Kurt your address. And now you’re just waiting, like a prisoner on death row awaiting their slaughter.

It’s two minutes till six when you break out of your reverie, and you peek past the curtains to check the parking lot in front of your apartment. There’s no new cars pulling up or already parked, and you sigh in frustration, running a hand through your hair. He’d better show up. It’s exactly 5:59 when flickering headlights turn into the parking lot, stopping in front of your apartment complex. You close the curtains and check your hair and makeup in your phone camera, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. You tug down the hem of your top, making sure to leave just a sliver of underboob, just as three knocks sound on your door. Confident and loud, like he isn’t scared of getting caught. You check the time– 6 pm exactly.

You toss your hair back and open the door slowly. There he is. His hair definitely looked less greasy than last time, damp and scented with some sort of tropical shampoo. At least he was trying. His eyes seem to light up at the sight of you, and he leaned forward, as if about to kiss you–

You wrinkle your nose and dodge, opening the door wider. “Come on in,” you say, shutting the door quickly and locking it behind you. He’s taken his shoes off, shuffling around your apartment and taking note of the one door that’s left ajar, leading to your bedroom.

“I like your place,” he comments, acting like he hasn’t been peeking in every night, watching your every movement until you disappear behind closed doors.

You roll your eyes, leading him over to the bedroom. “Please. I’m not fucking stupid.”

“I never said you were,” he feigns innocence, willingly letting you sit him down on the bed. Good. He’s pliant, allowing you to control his body. He’s already hard in his jeans, and you brush over the straining denim lightly, smiling at the way his body stiffens up.

“You know I see you every night, right?” you ask rhetorically, towering over him with your hands on his shoulders. You know he knows. He wants to be caught, with the way he always leaves a window open or drops little notes around your place. Kurt only shrugs in response, a bashful smile on his face.

“Maybe I want you to see me,” he suggests, and you just scoff in response. He looks around the room, narrowing his eyes as he observes. “Where’s the camera? We’re– I mean, you invited me over to collab, right?”

You shake your head, leaning against the dresser. “Not yet. Think of this as a trial run. Y’know, like a chemistry reading,” you lie, watching as his face brightens and he nods eagerly.

“Oh! Okay, okay,” he bobbles his head, beaming. “Hey, what if we take, like, a before and after photo? Then you can tag me on your Instagram story or something, like, confirming our collab–”

Your hand shoots out to grip his shoulder, manicured nails digging into soft fabric. “This is not a fucking collab,” you snarl, watching his pretty brown eyes dilate. “Stop fucking calling it that. I don’t even follow your goddamn Instagram.”

His lips are parted in a silent shock, and he nods dazedly, body still stiff as you withdraw your hand from his shoulder. “...You should follow me,” he meeps out hesitantly, “I post, uh- vlogs, and stuff, it’s all really high quality..”

Kurt quiets down with one sharp look from you, your hands dragging down his neck gently. “Did you bring it?” you ask, a warning tone in your voice. He nods frantically and pulls it out from the waistband of his jeans, slowly sliding it across the bed instead of handing it to you.

You take it with shaking hands, feeling the cool metal press into your hot skin. It’s heavy, and you aren’t exactly sure how to hold it. “Is it loaded?”

Kurt seems to hesitate, before shaking his head slowly. You arch an eyebrow and he caves. “It is,” he says, and you set it down gingerly, like a ticking bomb in your hands.

Your hands reach down to his jeans, watching his face closely when his breathing begins to stutter. You unbutton them, slowly zipping down the fly and massaging him through the fabric. “You hard already?” you ask, knowing full well what the answer was, considering you were palming his cock through the thin layer of cotton.

He nods eagerly, watching with rapt attention as you squeeze his length, fabric darkening with pre-cum as his breathing grows more shallow. “Yeah– Yeah, I am– jus’ for you,” he pants, biting back his whimpers when you slowly pull down his boxers, letting his cock thwack against his stomach.

“What did you think was gonna happen when you showed up?” you ask him, stroking his length and watching it slick up with pre. “That I’d let you fuck me and give you a shoutout on my story?” You lean in close, licking up his neck and tasting his sweat, before leaving a sweet kiss under his ear. “You’re so fucking disgusting. As if I’d ever let you fuck me.” You pull away from his cock and stand up, walking to the side of the room and hearing him whimper.

“Wait, what are y–?” You whip back around at the sound of his trembling voice, the gun now tight in your grip from where you picked it up. It weighs heavy in your hand as you point it across the room at him, watching his face pale.

“Don’t move,” you say, both hands on the gun as you slowly approach him. The floorboards creak under each and every step, and the gun shakes in your hands. “Not. A fucking. Muscle.”

You crawl beside him on the bed with the gun pointed at his face, watching as he slowly lays down at your prompting. “I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he whispers, pupils blown out as he stares into the barrel of the gun. “I wasn’t going to. That wasn’t my pla–”

You shush him with a press of the cold metal to his temple, his eyes darting side to side at the feeling of it pressing into his skin. “On your stomach,” you order, voice hushed. He obeys in that slow, languid pace that seems to have taken over his body, a response to the fear. You tug down his boxers when he’s lying on his stomach with his face in the pillow, gripping a handful of his ass and digging your nails in. “Where’d you get this?” you ask, referring to the gun.

He exhales sharply, whimpering when you dig the gun harsher into his flesh. “From my friend,” he mewls out, before correcting himself. “Well– he’s not my friend, per se. I kinda killed him. With that gun. But he deserved it.” Kurt’s entire body is flushed red, which you can see when you gently peel his shirt off, tossing it aside. To see the man who’d been terrorizing you for the past few weeks down to this level was satisfying, making your core ache with need.

“How many people have you killed with this?” you ask, spreading his cheeks and laying a gentle kiss on the soft skin of his ass, prompting a quiet whimper from him as you keep massaging him.

“I-I dunno– like, m-maybe two or three? I don’t like to use guns th-that much,” he admits, hissing through his teeth when you press your thumb against the rim of his asshole, pressing ever-so-slightly past the ring of muscle. The gun is still in your other hand, pressed firmly to his temple, and you can feel his body shaking with your movements– or maybe just with fear.

You don’t grant him a response, slowly pulling the gun away from his head and sitting your weight down on the back of his legs. You’re slick with anticipation, soaking through your panties and making his calves sticky, the sensation making him shudder. Your hands splay across his back, nails gently brushing against the freckles that span across his skin. “I should have shot you by now,” you whisper, knowing damn well you have no clue how to shoot a gun.

He whimpers when he feels the cold revolver touch his skin, prodding at his ass. “But?” he asks, his voice wavering and pitching up as you press it in deeper, just barely past his rim.

You take note of the way he seems to clench– squeezing around the muzzle, his breathing becoming slow and labored. “But,” you choose to toy with him a bit, not pushing the gun in any further, “I’ve been thinking too much about you.” It’s spoken quietly like the confession of a sin, your voice hushed and delicate. Shards of stained glass that seem to pepper in Kurt’s skin, colors reflecting in the light from the way you speak so gently to him, while defiling him. “Constantly thinking about you,” you add on, drawing a delighted shudder from his body, limp beneath you.

You press the muzzle deeper into his ass, causing his hips to jerk a bit. You place a firm hand on his lower back, nails digging in. “I’m not done talking,” you snap, making him still. The metal of the revolver is heating up ever so slightly, and the plastic grip is slick with your sweat– a combination of anxiety and arousal. The muzzle goes in tantalizingly smooth, pushing past a practically non-existent barricade as you push it a few inches deeper. “I know you’ve been thinking about me too,” you whisper, beginning to slowly grind down onto his calves. “I mean, of course you have. That’s why you’ve been fucking stalking me. Perv.”

Kurt whines at that, and you take note of how his cock seems to twitch when you say that. “I wasn’t st-stalking you,” he stammers, trying to hopelessly defend himself, “I just- You’re s-so pretty, and I really wanted to post you on my story, I can’t- oh, God- please, please, you’re so gorgeous…”

You sharply push the revolver in until the top strap hits his skin, Kurt’s whole body jerking as his hips jump. “Fuck!” he yelps, arching his back and moaning into the pillow as the muzzle bumps against his prostate.

You sneer at his reaction, the slutty arch of his body as he grinds his neglected cock down onto the mattress, and you press the gun in further, just to pull a pathetic whimper from his lips. “You’re disgusting,” you spit at him, wrinkling your nose at how he whines in agreement. “Getting fucked by your own gun. And you like this shit, don’t you?” You thrust the revolver in, and he nods, choking on his own words. “Don’t you?”

“Ye-yeah, ffffuck, I do, I r-really do, shit-!” He’s gripping at the bedsheets like that could save him, mouth parted in a slack ‘O’ as you grind your sensitive clit onto his calf, watching with rapt attention at the way his body jerks and heaves as you fuck him harder.

“Yeah? Fuckin’ slut likes that I could just pull the trigger at any moment?” you taunt, leaning forward to grip one hand tightly around the back of his neck. Your pebbled nipples swoop over his skin under the thin fabric of your top, and he practically sobs, nodding as best as he can with you gripping his neck.

“I do, like it s’much, it’s so good, you’re so good, nngh–!” He’s clenching around the muzzle sporadically, trying to pull away from your grasp and the never-ending pistoning of the revolver in his ass. “Y’gonna make me cum, I’m gonna- gonna cum, fuck, please, I can’t- can’t hold it in–!” Kurt mewls as you ruthlessly thrust the gun past his rim over and over again, slamming into his prostate. Your cunt pulses with heat as you keep grinding on him, your panties completely ruined with how aroused you are at making Kurt fall apart.

“You’re such a pathetic fucking loser–” You have so much more to say, but he’s cumming untouched, choked whines punching out from his chest as he trembles in your grasp. Viscous fluid shoots out underneath him, matting his chest hair and sticking to the sheets. He’s gasping for air as you let go of his neck, whimpering pathetically as you slowly begin to pull the revolver out of him. “Stop fucking whining,” you snap, smacking his ass and prompting a sharp yelp of pain.

He’s still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm when you pull the gun out, shiny and slick. You place it to his head, sitting primly next to him while he’s looking absolutely wrecked. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” you murmur quietly, tapping the muzzle against his browbone as your finger tightens around the trigger. “Like a fuckin’ mutt.” You slowly drag the muzzle lower and lower, pressing it against the seam of his lips. 

“Open,” you order, and he obeys easily, plush lips wrapping around the muzzle and taking it into his mouth. His eyes gaze back up at you longingly as he sucks around the barrel, lashes fluttering and eyes damp as he struggles to take the whole length down his throat. “I could just kill you right fucking now,” you mumble, and his eyes seem to widen, either with fear or exhilaration. 

“You couldn’t. You wouldn’t,” he objects, words muffled past the metal of the revolver. His teeth clack against it, eyes glinting. His orgasm seemed to follow with a newfound wave of confidence, and he bites down against the muzzle. “You don’t know how to shoot a gun.”

You glare down at him, pushing the weapon further past his lips and down his throat. “It’s easy, isn’t it?” you say tauntingly, drumming your fingers against the trigger guard. “Just press down, and bam.” The last word is hushed, hissed through your teeth. His hands travel up to squeeze your waist, pushing up your top to trace over your body. It’s surprisingly loving and gentle considering the situation the two of you are in.

Kurt’s calloused hands reach up to squeeze your breasts, tracing over your nipples teasingly as he moans around the gun. One hand pulls away from your soft body to lay across your hand that’s holding the gun, interlocking fingers gently. You pull the gun away from his lips, escaping his mouth with a quiet ‘pop!’.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” His grip grows tighter around your hand, and in a fluid movement, he’s got you pinned facedown on the bed, one knee planted firmly on your back. Your heart rate is quickening as you struggle fruitlessly beneath him, one hand lifting you up by your neck to make eye contact with him. Kurt leans in close, a giddy grin on his face as he places the gun underneath your chin. A clicking mechanism can be heard in the tense silence.

“You had the safety on.”

Chills manifest their way down your spine at his words, the tap of the gun against your neck becoming all the more ominous. His cock is hardening again, pressing firm against your ass and lower back as he ruts against you. Your breathing grows shallow, unable to force words out. It’s like there’s a vice around your neck, ceasing your breathing. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“You’re scared,” he says coolly, rubbing his length against your slick-soaked panties, making you moan quietly at the friction. “There’s no need, baby.” Kurt’s hands knead into your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting at your pulsing hole. “You know I’d never hurt you.”

He pauses, smiling down at the sight of you, trapped underneath him. The gun presses deeper into your neck, and you whimper as he tenses his fingers around the trigger. “But I will. Because I know you want me to.”

You scream as he suddenly pushes into you, the slick of your pussy making it easy for his cock to breach in, immediately thrusting into you and keeping you pinned down. His weight is fully spread onto your body as he plunges in and out of your syrupy cunt, the revolver pressed firmly under your chin.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” he snickers, tapping the muzzle against your parted lips as you moan. “You really thought you could take me? You just gave me a good fucking orgasm is all,” Kurt moans, reaching one hand down to rub at your clit. “Fuckin’ tight as hell. I didn’t expect that, considering you whore yourself out, huh? Thought you’d be all loose ‘n sloppy, but this–” he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, groaning at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around his dick. “–fuck, this pussy’s fucking s-so tight ‘round me, baby, s’like you were built for me.”

You whimper– at his words, at the fear of having the gun so close to you, at how his cock drags deliciously in your cunt, and how his fingers expertly work your clit. “K-Kurt– please–”

He shushes you, knocking the muzzle of the gun against your head gently. “Sh sh shh, you don’t needa say a word, baby. Just let me– nngh, fuckin’ use this pussy,” Kurt grunts, one hand grabbing the flesh of your ass to propel into you faster. The bedframe knocks into the wall with every thrust, paint chipping off in flakes. “Y’feel like a big girl now, hm? Got to play with my gun and fuck me, now you think you’re on top of the world?” he crows out, laughing in a frenzied fashion. The air is sticky with the smell of sex and sweat, permeating the entire room. It’s obscene, but what’s more obscene are the moans that Kurt manages to push from your throat with each harsh pound he delivers.

“You looked so sexy holding my gun,” Kurt whispers in your ear as he fucks you, moaning as you tighten around his length. “So, so fuckin’ beautiful. My girl holdin’ my gun,” he groans, and you hate how your stomach tightens when he calls you his. 

“I’m not- your fuckin’–haaaah– f-fuck, mmmmh!” Your jaw slackens as he keeps hitting your g-spot with the spongy head of his cock, hard and relentless as he pinches your clit. 

“No?” he feigns innocence, and you can see his fingers tightening around the trigger ever so slightly, causing a shudder of fear to wrack your body. “Well, you’re going to be,” he laughs confidently, smacking your ass and jackhammering into you.

You aren’t sure when the tears began flowing– maybe when the gun was pressed against you, or perhaps they just started, but Kurt wipes them away from your cheek with his thumb, gentle and loving. He kisses your neck, biting at your earlobe and giggling. He’s acting like he’s found a new toy to play with, not threatening someone’s life while fucking them to the end of the earth.

“Awww, baby.” The gentle condescension of his voice paired with the brutal thrusts is enough to make the tears fall faster, and he kisses your cheek gently, moaning into your ear. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me,” he whispers, grinning at the weak keen it draws from you.

You jerk your head back as he flicks your clit, mewling. “Gonna– Kurt, Kurt, ‘m gonna cum, fuck–”

The muzzle of the revolver digs into your chin again, and a broken sob escapes your chest. “Ask for permission,” he hisses, and you nearly break down right then and there, the pressure of the gun against your heated skin and the sensation of his cock pounding you braindead being all too much.

“Please,” you plead, your voice cracking. “Please lemme cum, hhnnnh, I wa-wanna cum on y’r cock, Kurt, lemme cum, please–!”

He groans at that, tossing the gun aside to grip your ass with both hands, pounding into you. “Yeah, bitch. Fuckin’ cum on my dick like the slut you are,” he growls, the roughness of his voice intertwining with the loud squeals and moans that are pulled out of you. Your walls clench around him as your orgasm crashes upon you, screaming so loud you swear your vocal cords burst. He keeps fucking into you, using you to ride out his orgasm as his load shoots inside you. The warmth seeps into your insides, leaving your mind foggy and slow as he pulls out, using the muzzle to push some of his leaking cum back into your fluttering pussy.

Kurt stands up to survey your limp body, nodding in approval at the cockdrunk look in your eyes. “Job well done, don’t you think?” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your neck gently, brushing your hair back. 

Your mouth is still agape, and he leaves a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. “...You should go,” you manage to say as you catch your breath, thighs still twitching.

He smiles good-naturedly and gives your ass a little pat, scurrying around the room to pick up his strewn-about clothing, wiggling his fingers in a little wave when he’s ready to depart.

“Oh, and just so you know?” You look over at him, leaning against the doorframe with the gun still in his hand, tapping it against the wall gently. He winks at you, running a hand through his hair before he opens the door.

“It was unloaded the whole time.” With his final words, you’re left to stare at his retreating figure. The sound of your apartment door closing echoes through your brain as you lay back down on your back, shuddering.

Once you feel ready enough, you stand up on shaky legs with your stained sheets wrapped around you. Kneeling, you gather the hidden camera you had set up and stumble over to your computer, inserting the USB drive and waiting for the video to load onscreen. You’re still sticky between your thighs, and if you looked down, you were sure you’d see some of Kurt’s cum, trailing down your thighs and dripping onto the floor.

The video loads, and you’re quickly downloading it to your files, navigating to OnlyFans and uploading it to your page.

“Had some fun with props xx”

Your hands tremble as you tag his username, KurtsWorld69, and hit post.

[notthatmultifandomwhore]

Hugh surprises you (NSFW/18+)

Warnings: Vibrator used, Smut w/ plot, Drinking, voyeurism (kinda), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), use of nicknames (princess, babygirl)

Hugh and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now while he's doing press for his new movie, "Deadpool and Wolverine". He's been working non-stop and has been doing countless interviews to promote the movie with with co-worker and best friend, Ryan. I haven't really gotten the chance to see him or talked to him because of how busy he is. And even though I havent been together long, I really miss him.

I was at home, relaxing after a long week of working and errands. I was spending some time in your bedroom late at night when you start thinking about Hugh. I thought about our first date, where he took me to dinner to a really nice place. I thought about how kind he was on his first date and how handsome he was. I remember I was so nervous because of how attractive he was. He wore a blue, tight button down shirt that showed off his muscles with denim jeans that complimented his body so well. Next thing I know, I start thinking about what happened after dinner. 

We drank a little too much wine, so he arranged for a car to bring us to his house, with my consent of course. When we got to his house, he pulled me in close and kissed me. He had my arms wrapped around my waist and gently pushed me against the back of the door. His lips traveled from my lips down my jaw to my neck as he left soft kisses. Once he got close to my ear, he whispered, "I've been wanting to do that all night."

As I continue to think about  our first date, I start feeling a familiar heat between my thighs. I get into my bed and I turn off the lights so I can continue to get in the mood. I reach into my bedside table drawer to find a bullet vibrator that I got from a friend's bachelorette party. I never thought I'd use it, but desperate time call for desperate measures. I strip down to nothing but a big t-shirt I had around, and turn it on. As I start to slowly press it against my clit, I continue to think about Hugh. He has such a nice figure, and he always knew to pleasure me. Even though we only slept together a couple times, each time had me weak for days. 

As I continue to think dirty thoughts about him, I start feeling a familiar pit in my stomach, and I get too distracted to the point where I don't hear my front door open and close. 

(Switch to 3rd Person POV)

Hugh walks in to the apartment, wanting to surprise his lovely girlfriend. He quietly sets down his luggage from his trip, thinking your asleep and not wanting to wake you up. As he walks closer to your bedroom, he stops dead in his tracks as he hears you moan and whimper. He immediately got concerned because he felt so bad for being away for so long, and thought that maybe you weren't alone in the room.

So he quickly, but quietly, started picking up his luggage again to leave, but as he was about to leave, he heard you moaning his name. And as much as it could've been a coincidence, he became curious. So he put all of his stuff back down, and come up to the bedroom door to find it cracked open. When he looked though the crack in the door, his throat become dry at the sight in front of him. There you were, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He was shocked to see you like this, but then he started thinking about your first date and how wild you were while he was thrusting into you. He found his pants getting tighter and his knees feeling weaker as he realized that you don't know that he's watching you. And the thought of that drove Hugh wild. 

As he kept watching you, he started palming himself through his pants. You moaned his name again, and that's when he couldn't take it anymore.

(Switch to 1st POV) 

I feel the pit in my stomach grow bigger, and the noises I make become more desperate. And while I keep going, I begin to feel like I'm not alone. But I brush the feeling off since I was so close. 

Then that's when I hear him.

"That's it babygirl. Just like that."

I jump and grab the covers as I open my eyes to see Hugh standing there. As much as I was shocked that he was there, I was in so much heat that I needed him right then and there. So I got out of bed and grabbed him by the shirt and started kissing him. By the way his arms wrapped around me, I knew he felt the same hunger. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carries me to the bed. A few seconds later, he stopped kissing me.

"As much as I want to say hi and ask how you've been, I really need to feel you on my cock." He says as he takes off his shirt. I then follow his lead and take off my shirt, leaving me in nothing. 

(Switch to 3rd person POV)

He takes a few seconds to admire the view in front him, and then returns to kissing you. His lips feel so soft and warm against your skin, as they travel down your neck, down your stomach, and he goes between your legs. He lifts your legs on top of his shoulders, and wraps his arms around your thighs so you can move around as much. He then slowly kisses your thighs and travels down until he gets to your wet center. He licks as the way around, as you place your hands in your hair and pull a little.

"Fuuccck princess, you really missed me, huh?" He says in-between licks.

"Y-y-yes!" You managed to say as he continues to attack your clit.

"Fuck, I need you so bad princess." He stops what he's doing and takes of his pants and boxers, making his cock spring up while it throbs and aches for attention. He then gets in top of you, and slowly, yet some what aggressively puts it in, making you both make the most pornographic moans ever. He then thrusts in you at a somewhat fast pace, wanting to make up for lost time but not wanting to hurt you. As he's pounding into you, he places both his hands in yours and kisses you so passionately.

"Fuck, I had millions of women and men trying to throw themselves these past couple weeks, but all I think about was you." He says as he goes a little harder, hitting spots that make your eyes to the back of your head. He kisses down your jaw and makes small marks on your neck as you feel yourself getting close. It also like he sensed you feeling close .

"Oh fuck, cum for me princess."

You both reach your highs as you both moan and hold each other close. You both sit there for a few seconds to collect yourselfs, and as you open your eyes, you see him admiring you with a twinkle in his eyes.

"God, I missed you, princess."

A/N: Y'all, this is my first smut (we don't count the One Direction smut from 2011) so please let me know if y'all like this! I will try to write more if you do ❤️

[radfemfessing]

i was raped a long time ago two times and had some health complications for over a year afterwards. I now have the same health complication again for another reason and this time it might be chronic. I havent slept through the night without meds for two years now. I constantly have to think about my trauma and the pain reminds me of what was done to me all the time. I have been through a lot of therapy and I have been to a lot of medical professionals. I have other chronic physical health issues as well, so my quality of life isnt the best. I spend a lot of time in hospitals. If I cant resolve the chronic pain this year, I am contemplating suicide. Its not entirely because of my trauma but it plays a significant role in this. I think that all of my health issues come from the stress the assaults put on my body and mind over the years. I am a huge advocate for the notion that being happy and healthy despite it all is the greatest rebellion against a patriarchal system. But I am so tired and exhausted. I cant do the things I love anymore and I am in constant unrelenting pain. I want to build a feminist group irl, I want to have a girlfriend again someday, I want to build muscles and look buff lol, I want to build a future.. I really want to be alive and happy. But the chances are slim and I fear what awaits me instead is just more and more pain. I know its petty and useless but it destroys me that I am a wreck while my rapists are living life to the fullest. I know life isnt fair and all that but still.

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[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

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Sypnosis | You had worked you ass off to build up your... distinguished business. When a powerful and crazy man strikes up a deal you can't refuse, how will your relationship with him flower?

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cw | Toxicity, death threats ig, office sex, talks about drugs and other illegal activities, unprotected sex, etc.

Brothel owner! Reader x Mafia boss! Sukuna

A/N | Hey yall. Ik i havent posted anything in a while but I hope this makes up for it. It's lowkey nasty so have fun with that.

You worked hard to get where you were. You kissed more asses than you could count, laughed at stupid men's jokes to feed their fragile egos, and laid down in satin sheets with people you wish you could strangle while they slept. 

But you had made it, and now you were thriving.

You had finally gotten your own establishment with hundreds of beautiful women to please the money right out the men that visit them once their families rest for the night, it was a truly booming business. And you treated your girls right, with ample security and consistent checking for anything out of the ordinary. So many came flocking to you, you had to turn them down. And it hurt your heart seeing good profit like that walk away, but you had a standard you had to keep. Too many girls means not enough space, and that’s where it starts to get messy.

But you have your assistant, Toji Fushiguro to help out. He was all the muscles and glares to keep any unwanted company away, but sexy enough to keep the women occupied with their daily eye candy. It also helps that he’s as obedient as a dog and obsessed with you. You tell him all the troubles you go through, and he listens with a hum, massaging the knots out your shoulder as you groan in relief. And you appreciate it, letting his rough hands roam your body as you spread your legs. It was a fair exchange, and it was easy. Practically everything was.

Until he came.

You knew who he was – everyone did. And everyone knew that death followed him everywhere he went. They called him crazy, cruel, and cynical. You just thought he was an excellent businessman. You didn’t want him knocking at your doorstep, but you couldn’t help but respect his ways. He worked in a way that people feared and respected him. It amazed you if you were being honest, for not many men could do what he does how he does it.

He came to you with a deal. You hide drugs and counterfeit money for him, he supplies you with free men for security and any pardon you want from the police. It was a fair exchange, and you knew you couldn’t reject it anyways. So you shook on it and told your managers to round up all the girls to tell them as well.

It started out as strictly business. Short, muted phone calls about when the next shipments would arrive. Then for some reason, you wound up with his personal numbers. You declined at first thinking it was beginning to get friendly, but he brushed you off, saying that it was merely a way to keep in better contact. You knew where he was trying to head with you, but you were a curious person, and you wanted to see where this headed.

He started showing up more, through the back door of course. He would interrupt your business meetings with a care in the world, and you would have to deal with it, dismissing your employees while he stood stoic and tall, as if he was a cheeky kid proud that he got his way. 

“You can’t keep bursting into my room in the middle of the evening. People will think you like me.” You say, eyes peering at him as he walks towards you. “Since when have you cared about what people thought of you? If I remember correctly, you’re the owner of a brothel.” He sneers, talking to you as if you’re below him. You’re eyebrow quirks, picking up on his attitude. “Don’t put words in my mouth Sukuna, I didn’t say I cared about what people thought of me. I said, what will people think of you if you keep acting like I'm your mistress.” You spat, face wrinkling up in annoyance. His glare at your tone did nothing but make your cunt throb, but he wouldn’t know that, not until he fucked you at least.

“You are my mistress, or have you forgotten the meaning? He says, standing between your legs. You looked up at him with a gaze full of hatred, and he smirked at that. You did hate him, truly. But you couldn’t deny that he made you feel like no other, no matter how many people you’ve slept with. “What do you want?” Your eyes meet his as you stand up. He grabs your waist with a borderline painful grip. Something must be wrong, for he’s never held you this tight. “One of my men, a very truthful man, told me that he saw you with Gojo a week ago. Is he lying?” And it was. He wasn’t the only man you entertained, he just happened to be the best. You weren’t a sex worker yourself, but you liked to endeavor in sleeping with powerful men. It was a game to you, and you love seeing them come back for more. It was an addiction, and you were an addict.

“You’re not the only strong man in my life, y'know. You’re not as special as you think.” You caressed his chin, jawline sharp and newly grown stubble coming about. “Yeah, and who else do you fuck when I’m not here, hmm?” He questioned, looking down at you as you play with his tie. “I mean, obviously there’s Gojo. Then you have Suguru, they’re like two peas in a pod,” You laugh, “They’re great when they’re apart, but those boys are such a tease when I get them together.” You can see him get more agitated by the second, and it just spurs you on more. “I also fuck Toji on occasion, seeing as he’s the one most available. Really reliable, that one.” You smile to yourself, hands moving up to his hair. “There are more, but those are the ones I remember the most.” You tease, feeling your ribcage ache as he squeezes harder. He probably doesn’t even notice himself doing it, and that reason alone makes you grin. “You got anyone else to add to your list of clients?” He asks. It strikes a nerve, and you push yourself away from him. “Don't speak to me as if I’m a prostitute.” You snide, chest contracting in anger. “Aren’t you though? I mean, you fuck people for money, you dress clad in what? A dress that your boobs are bound to spill out of? In all ways besides actual, you’re no better than the girls you employ.” He says, sitting down in your chair.

If you could kill him right now you would. But even through anger, you’re not stupid. So you relax your face and stride over to him all so calmly, like he never degraded with such harsh words. “Is my boy mad because he feels like he’s being replaced?” You taunt, voice going up an octave. You sit in his lap like you’ve done it one thousand times before. His hands come up to your waist like second nature, and you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Well you are, so if I were you I would do something about it instead a throwing a conniption fit over the other men I fuck when you’re not here.”  

He pulls you back by your hair, smashing his lips into yours. You moan into him, grinding against his clothed cock. He lifts you up into the air, swiping all the contents off your desk. “That shits important you fucking idiot.” You curse, unzipping his pants. “Stop acting like you don’t have the means to replace it. 

He was right, but that’s not the point. 

You lift your hips up for easier access as he rips your underwear clean off. He stuffs it in your mouth flipping you over before you can react. You brace yourself on your forearms as he drops to his knees, lifting your dress off your ass, spitting a glob of saliva onto your already soaked pussy. “You’re one crazy bitch, you know that? Getting all wet for me as I demean all you’ve done to get where you are.” He snides, running his thick cock over your hole. You want to chide back, but you're breathless as he thrusts into you. The desk shakes as he ruts into you from behind. Your arm mindlessly reaches for his, grasping onto his bicep. He pins it to your back, leaning closer to your ear. “You had all this to say about me acting like a baby, but you’re crying and babbling like one. I remember you saying you hated hypocrites. Where’d all the fucking atitude go now?” He kisses you back, biting after. You shudder at the pain as the force almost breaks the skin; but a deranged, primal part of you wanted him to do it again until he did. 

He flips you on your back, clasping your thighs to pull you closer. “Keep em’ up.” He grunts, rubbing your clit in big, slow circles. You pull your legs up to your chest, spreading them wide to give him a view. He chuckles, slapping his dick on your now swollen cunt. “What would the girls downstairs do if they saw their beloved madam get spread on her desk like a used slut?” He asks, kissing his way from your ankle to the front of your foot. “What would your wife say if she saw you fucking me like a ‘used slut’.” He full on laughs at your remark, slowly pushing himself back to chastise you for your slick mouth. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it right.” You say, grinding your hips in search of friction. “Oh?” He hums, head nodding to the side in mock confusion. 

You don’t get another word in before he fucks back into you, harder than ever before. “Ohhh shittt.” You mewl, head throwing back by the sheer power of his thrusts. He grabs the nape of your neck, pulling your forward to look into your eyes as he gives you the best fuck of your life. “You got something to say baby? I can’t hear you over your pussy y’know. You’re gonna have to speak louder.” You could say he’s tormenting you at this point. And you hated to say that you loved it. “C-cum in meee.” You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “You said what? I can't hear you baby, ya’ gonna have to speak louder than that.” He banters back and forth, thrusting getting sloppier as his core tightens too. “I s-said I want you to c-umm in mee.” You sob, tears streaming down your face. “You forgot the magic word princess.” He runs on, poking at you to set you off. “I’ll fucking kill you you son of a bitch.” You curse, reaching up to pull him towards you. You smash his face into yours as the band in your core snaps. “Fuckkkkkkk.” You wail, legs shaking as you ride out your orgasm. Sukuna follows right after you, shooting hot spurts of cum into you as his groans fill the rooms. All you hear is heavy breaths as he collapses on top of you, sweat and slick covering both of your thighs and torso. 

You draw shapes on his broad back as he rests between your legs. “If you ever sleep with Gojo again, I’ll kill the both of you.” He says, standing back up. You knew he was being serious, but you liked to press his buttons. “I’ll invite him over the next time you come then. You’ll learn how to share better that way.” You roll your eyes, closing your now aching legs. He sucks his teeth, fixing himself as you do the same. “Your mouth will be the reason someone kills you one day.” He says to himself, shaking his head with a snarky smirk gracing his face. 

You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That day will not be today, and that person will not be you. Count on it.” You whisper, pecking his lips. He will never cease to be shocked by your articulation. “Now get out.” You command, straightening yourself out in your compact mirror.

He might fuck you like a dumb whore, but he’ll always know that you’ll always beat him at his own game.

-Nene

[sugar-omi]

NVM I DID EDIT THIS AND I LITERALLY REWOTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN REWROTE THE LAST HALF SO LIKE ITS BETTER BUT ALSO KINDA SHIT BC ITS ALMOST 7 N I HAVENT SLEPT..... anyway enjoy a piece of whats going on inside emy brain <3333

tags : NSFW, step 4 cove + baxter, all readers, poly cove/reader/baxter, bottom baxter, (service) top cove, mean dom reader!!, over stimulation, they take pics/vid for you, phone sex, dirty talk

synopsis : cove and baxter have some fun while you're away.

baxter felt like his head was spinning...

just a few weeks ago he was planning a wedding, than before he knew it you and cove asked him to be your boyfriend.

and now he's over at your and cove's house, standing in your kitchen with cove draped over his back.

he can't help but squirm, the overwhelming, but welcomed, affection was new to him yet he was soaking it in like a sponge.

cove hums, nuzzling into baxter's neck and starting to press kisses down the side of his neck to his shoulder, pulling baxter's hips back into him.

baxter laughs timidly, not use or expecting this side of cove. "it's hard to make lunch with a giant on your back."

cove smiles and doesn't respond except for sucking a mark under baxter's jaw.

baxter drops the knife he was using to cut up some veg, turning around to face cove. he presses baxter up against the counter, wrapping his arms around him again.

"don't you wanna eat?" baxter pets cove's hair, cupping his cheek.

cove covers baxter's hand with his own, kissing his wrist. "mm... not hungry for food anyway."

baxter flushes, swallowing. baxter is hard to fluster, but something about this usually shy man being so forward makes baxter blush. "what're you hungry for then?"

cove grazes his teeth over baxter's wrist, teasing him. "you."

baxter hums and licks his lips, his eyes dropping to cove's lips as he weighs his options.

"kiss me then..." baxter mumbles, leaning into cove and meeting him in the middle for a deep kiss.

baxter gets lost in the feeling of cove's lips, cove's hands somehow end up under baxter's shirt.

well.. cove's shirt, since baxter lost one of his bags that had his night clothes in them.

he whines into cove's mouth, letting his hands roam over cove's toned shoulders, down his biceps and finally hooking his arms around cove's neck, just losing himself in the kiss.

cove pulls away much to baxter's displeasure, huffing through his nose.

before baxter can say anything else or pull him into another kiss, cove speaks up.

"we don't have to do anything.. i just uh..." cove laughs and smiles shyly. he's so cute. "i'm jus' happy you're here."

baxter feels his heart warm up and swell. he's never been loved like this but fuck it feels good.

baxter tangles his fingers in cove's hair, leaning towards cove. "i'm happy to be here too, so please.." baxter smirks lazily, "indulge me. i want whatever you want.."

this time baxter closes in for a kiss, much more heated than the last kiss and cove lets baxter take control, almost purring because he's so happy to have baxter in his hands.

cove's hands slip down to baxter's butt, and baxter pulls away to make a taunt but cove cuts him off, mumbling something about "jump" before lifting baxter up.

baxter jumps, mostly out of surprise, hooking his arms and legs around cove. baxter laughs, thrilled by the change of position. "oh my... well aren't you assertive." baxter purrs, basking in the flush that comes over cove's face.

cove rolls his eyes, ignoring baxter's comment and starts the trek to your bedroom.

something about cove carrying baxter is strangely arousing, and baxter takes the opportunity to latch onto cove's neck, leaving kisses and faint hickey's on his bronze skin.

cove groans, mumbling something but he seems happy so baxter keeps it up.

cove pinches his thigh, making baxter yelp. "you're gonna make us crash into the wall..."

baxter laughs. "well then pay attention, handsome."

cove doesn't respond, kicking the door open with his foot and he sits baxter on the bed like he's a piece of fine china.

baxter tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it at cove and crawling away to the middle of the bed, purposefully giving cove a view of his boxer clad butt, to make himself comfortable.

he flops onto the mountain of pillows, wiggling. "well, come get me, pretty boy."

cove is very flushed, but if the prominent bulge in his sweats are anything to go by, then this is a very good sign...

cove joins baxter in the middle of the bed, straddling him and pulling him into a kiss.

everything is a blur, and somewhere in the midst of making out, baxter started grinding into cove, moaning into his mouth.

cove falls down to baxter's neck, kissing the mole there. baxter squirms, his nails dragging down cove's back..

"do you wanna stop?" cove speaks around a mouth full of baxter's porcelain skin.

"n-no.. fuck don't stop." baxter gasps, digging his fingers into the muscles of cove's back.

baxter's world feels like it's spinning. cove is so intoxicating, and baxter needs so much more.. baxter pants, rutting up into cove. "please... fuck me.."

cove pulls away, searching baxter's gaze before he nods and reaches over to grab a condom and lube.

he abandons it nearby to tug off his sweatpants and boxers, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but baxter doesn't mind since he's equally as antsy.

baxter's eyes drop to ogle cove's length, biting his lip while he takes in the size..

cove isn't a small man, so baxter expected him to proportional downstairs as well, but thinking and seeing are two different things, and baxter has so many thoughts racing in his head.

"uh.. baxter?" cove speaks up, snapping baxter outta his daze. baxter hums, signaling cove to continue.

"we don't have to go all the way.. or you could top me? whatever you want." cove smiles, feeling sheepish but wanting to be comforting.

"maybe next time, but for now..." baxter starts tugging his boxers off, throwing them off to the side. "i need you in me."

cove swallows, nodding. "tell me if you wanna stop."

baxter should've expected it, or at least have a fleeting thought. cove is so active and so loving that it makes sense that he takes multiple rounds to shower you in pleasure.

but he didn't, and now cove is slowly pulling him apart with his mouth on baxter's cock, holding his hand and keeping his hips down by pressing on baxter's abdomen.

cove takes baxter down his throat, his tongue easily lapping at the bottom of his cock and when he pulls back, a dirty mix of spit and pre-cum fall from cove's puckered lips, pumping his fist over baxter's cock before diving back in.

baxter gasps, his stomach straining when he sucks in a sharp breath. he's gonna cum..

"cove-!" baxter cries, tugging on cove's hair and whining about how close he is. cove is persistent, keeping his lips wrapped around baxter's cock as he cums into cove's waiting mouth.

baxter pants, covering his face with his arm.

fuck he's so sensitive..

cove starts kissing his inner thighs, smiling when baxter gasps and his cock twitches, still hard and flushed.

"you're so cute.." cove purrs, a smile in his voice. baxter peaks at him, watching cove's every move.

cove kisses baxter's hand, "still want more?"

baxter nods, "please.."

cove smiles and reaches for the lube, pouring it over his fingers and settling himself between baxter's legs.

baxter sighs, letting cove work him open with his fingers. "mm-"

cove captures him in a kiss, soaking up baxter's moans, sinking his fingers into his pliable hole, scissoring and massaging his insides with his long digits..

baxter tries to speak in between kisses. "ahh- hurry.. *kiss* up!"

"i never knew you were so impatient." cove laughs, kissing baxter's cheek.

cove sits up, baxter huffs at the loss, but doesn't complain since cove rips the packet open and is rolling it over his cock before baxter can come up with something.

cove kisses baxter's thigh that's propped up on his shoulder, soothing baxter's stuttered moans with praise as he sinks into him.

"that's it... good boy." cove holds his hand, waiting for baxter to get accustomed to every ink of dick cove sinks into him.

by the time he's taken cove to the hilt he's panting and dazed. he's so full, and cove towering over him like this makes him feel small and vulnerable, and it feels amazing to be smothered like this.

cove laughs, stroking one of baxter's thighs. "you okay? still with me, darling?"

baxter exhales, melting at the pet name you two have dubbed for him. baxter grips the pillows, blinking away his haze. "mm. you.. you can move now."

cove nods, kissing baxter's thigh again and pulls his hips back slowly. baxter hums lowly, enjoying the drag of cove's cock against his gummy walls.

cove pauses, looking up at baxter. "how do you want it?"

baxter bites his lip. oh?

he grins arrogantly and purrs. "hard. don't pull any punches, i want you."

cove doesn't respond verbally, snapping his hips into baxter making him moan loudly.

oh fuck-

baxter barely has time to think, cove's hips rearing back to fuck his hard and deep, his tip bumping into baxter's prostate and making him moan loudly.

it's really good you aren't at his apartment. he'd definitely be getting a noise complaint because baxter doesn't stifle any of his noise.

not that cove would let him anyway, since when baxter turns to bury his face in the pillow, cove smacks his thigh. it doesn't hurt, but it still surprises him.

cove gazes at him lasciviously. "don't hide from me."

baxter nods, panting. "yes, sir."

cove's brow twitches, but instead of biting back at baxter's tease, he thrusts his hips up sharply, making him gasp. cove takes ahold of baxter's hips, holding him in place as he starts bullying baxter's insides.

"ohh fuck-" baxter pulls on the sheets, taking cove's assault. baxter drops his face into the pillow, his load moaning muffled.

cove leans down to bite on baxter's ear, "don't hide your face, i wanna see you fall apart."

baxter moans, turning his head so he's not half-buried in the pillow and cove rewards him with a kiss. he locks hands with baxter, another reward for taking the assault on his insides so well.

cove kisses his cheeks, muttering praise. "good boy, you're doing so well."

cove reaches between them and starts stroking baxter's cock, swiping his thumb over the leaky head. baxter's legs start to shake and he drags his nails down cove's shoulder.

"i-i'm too sensitive!" baxter pants out weakly, but cove just kisses him.

"i know you can cum again for me, you're a good boy aren't you?" cove sings, kissing baxter's cheeks again as he pants and shakes from cove working his sensitive cock.

"i- i'm gonna!" baxter clings onto cove, his toes curly as he cums weakly all over his stomach.

"that's it~ good boy..." cove praises him, working him through his orgasm.

cove goes to say something else, but his phone lighting up from half way under the pillow alerts him. he snatches it up, realizing it's you texting him that you're on the way home from work and going to pick up some take-out for dinner.

💘Y/N💘: otw home, just going to get some take-out 💘Y/N💘: y'all having fun over there?

cove reads baxter the text, and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn't.

baxter smirks lazily, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "do it."

cove blinks owlishly. "what?" "you wanna take a picture of me covered in my cum and split open on your dick right? take it." baxter squirms, purposefully pushing his hips back so cove's cock bumps against his twitchy insides.

cove pants, swallowing as he fumbles to go to the camera app.

baxter has a lust-drunk smile on his face, and even though he feels a wave of fluster wash over him he doesn't hide his face and lets cove take the picture.

cove sends it with a shaky exhale, throwing the phone to the side and he folds himself over baxter. "you're dirty." baxter smiles, glancing at his lips. "you thought about it first."

they don't say anything else, falling into another hot kiss and cove tries to speak without breaking apart.

"flip- mmm, over. *kiss* i haven't came yet.."

baxter obeys, panting shakily when cove slips out of him so baxter can get comfortable on his stomach, slipping a pillow under his hips.

suddenly his phone starts ringing again and baxter picks it up just as cove slips into him. cove sees the caller id, "answer it."

baxter can hear the coyness in his voice but he answers it anyway, excited to see where this is going.

"h- oh!" baxter shouts, cove suddenly snapping his hips into baxter and filling him up.

you forgo any greetings, and after the picture you received you didn't really need one. "you guys are naughty. i'm trying to get us food and you're at home being a couple sluts."

they both moan at your degrading words, and it just makes you laugh. "look at you, can't even answer the phone without moaning like you're in heat."

baxter pants, fisting the sheets. "i-it's... cove just filled me up so suddenly..."

he tries to refute but its useless.

"i know baby, cove is using you like a cock sleeve?" you sympathize, and baxter tries to appreciate it but now cove is holding his hips up and fucking into him wildly and all he can do is moan loudly into the phone.

"oh but you like it don't you, darling?" you purr.

fuck. baxter didn't know you had a side like this to you. a side so dirty yet so fucking attractive.

"just let cove take care of you until i'm back, but for now i want you to stay on the phone and tell me how cove's fucking you."

baxter moans loudly at that, embarrassed but way too aroused by your wish. "h-he's.. *pant* his cock is, hitting my prostate," baxter's words drag and slur.

you hum, "it feels good, doesn't it, darling? it's been awhile since you've been fucked like that, huh?"

your voice is taunting, but it's full of allure and baxter is swimming in it. god he doesn't know what he's going to do when you're here and he's sandwiched between you two.

"hand the phone to cove baby, i wanna see you get fucked."

baxter shakily hands the phone back to cove, and cove lets go of one of his hips to fumble for the camera app. "hi covey." you purr. "y-y/n.." cove pants, picking up the pace suddenly. something about you on the phone while he's fucking your boyfriend is so... hot.

"take a video for me baby, doesn't have to be long, jus' wanna see you."

cove mumbles a string of yes' and he flips the phone so he can get a better angle of his cock pounding baxter's sweet, poor insides.

baxter loses himself in cove's assault, reaching between him and the pillow to tug on his cock. he whines loudly, cove shifting so he's practically mounting baxter so he can abuse his prostate.

"t-that it.." cove swallows, caressing baxter's hip lovingly. "good boy..."

baxter exhales, soaking up the praise. "cove! please.. cum, want you to cum..."

cove leans over him, positioning the camera blindly as he tries to steal a kiss from baxter.

after getting the phone in a decent spot off to the side, giving you a crooked side view. cove takes baxter's hips between his hands again, urging him to relax by smoothing a hand down his back.

"cove!" baxter shouts, the bed bumping against the wall as cove continues his onslaught.

"just a little more, darling..." cove pants, focusing on the way he pistons in and out of baxter.

collapsing on top of baxter, his forehead against baxter's sweaty back, cove ruts into him with a low groan, filling the condom as baxter cums weakly all over the pillow underneath him.

while they're basking in the aftermath, panting and trying to come back to earth, you laugh, making them startle.

"that's gonna be a video for the year." there's rustling and the sound of a engine starting. "i'm coming home now, so no more fun until i get back."

baxter pants, conjuring up a taunt. "and what if we don't wanna wait?"

"even pretty boys get punished, so wait."

the phone clicks as it hangs up.

baxter inhales sharply when cove slowly pulls out of him, and he looks over his shoulder to watch cove languidly tie off the condom and push his hair away from his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

oh yeah, he's not waiting.

[stevie-petey]

hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[hellcheeriest]

i bet he's never had a backstreet guy

Twitch Streamer!Eddie x Single Father!Steve

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Summary: We begin to learn of Chrissy's struggle with her sexuality, Eddie makes a big decision in his career, Steve is a sick, sick man (only for eddie munson), platonic!Hellcheer my beloved!! Robin struggles with close proximity to the girl she likes.

Content warnings: Slight age gap (Steve is 31, Eddie is 26) Steve feels as though he's too old to be acting like he is (I know 31 isn't old! Steve just grew up too fast as a teen dad, so he feels like his mind is beyond his years.)

A/N: Second Chapter yay! I dont really have much to say other than the fact that i spent like 6 hours straight writing this while getting distracted, and i havent read through this so i apologize for any mistakes or innacuracies you may find. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

w/c: 4,850+

January, 2023

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

Chrissy shivered as the cool, mid-winter air infiltrated her room. She’d forgotten to shut her window last night while she was cooking, and the goosebumps on her skin had her shivering with regret. Her radio whispered beside her, the volume purposefully low as to lul her to sleep, an unknown host forecasting the weather.

Chrissy pulled off her sleeping mask, her eyes still closed as she tried to wake fully, letting thoughts of last night's stream come to her. She smiled at the memories from just last night. Gareth and Robin’s banter, Austin’s quiet but witty remarks, Eddie and herself teaming up to embarrass an easily flustered Jeff.

Robin’s raspy laugh filled her foggy brain. The girl had been complaining, again, about how she lacked a girlfriend. It wasn't uncommon, their friend group was her only safe space as a queer person, the area she lived in being a prominently homophobic area.

It made Chrissy feel different, though. She’d known she had always admired the girl, from the top of her brown bob, to the bottom of her cherry red converse, there was nothing about Robin that Chrissy didn’t find she was unable to admire. She was funny, and she was pretty in a way Chrissy hadn’t ever seen or could even describe. She didn’t really know what that meant.

The couple times they’d been able to meet in person were the times when Chrissy admired Robin the most. Seeing her through her eyes first hand instead of through the lens of a camera. They were also the only times she could experience their height difference, Chrissy having to look up just to make eye contact.

Chrissy sighed heavily, bringing her sleep heavy arms up to rub at her eyes. Her alarm clock had gone off minutes ago now, luckily her online classes wouldn’t be disrupted if she slept in, but for her own sake she decided to get up. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and startling when her phone began to ring from her bedside table. She groaned, grabbing it and sighing when she sees the caller ID.

“What do you want?” Chrissy grumbled.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Eddie laughed on the other line.

“You always catch me at a bad time.” She smiled despite her light hearted annoyance. “Back to my first question, what do you want?”

“Can you meet me at the diner today, or are you busy?” Eddie asked, breathless, and Chrissy could tell he was getting dressed as they spoke.

“I’m free. Nine o’clock?”

“Nine-thirty?”

“Even better.” Chrissy hummed. “See you then.”

“Bye, Chrissy.” Eddie replied, dragging out the words. Chrissy laughed and hung up, putting her phone back down on her night stand, spending another moment on her bed stretching before getting up.

She padded along the hardwood floor of her apartment to her bathroom. She did her skin care, brushed her teeth and hair, and pulled her russet hair into a ponytail with a white scrunchie. She used her finger to press on her signature blue eyeshadow, a few quick strokes of blush and mascara, and a dab of a pink lipstick covered with a cherry lip gloss.

Back in her bedroom, she stalked over to her closet to find her outfit. She went with an oversized and chunky white turtleneck sweater over a green satin skirt that reached the middle of her shin. She grabbed her black, shiny Mary Jane’s and put them on over her frilly, white socks.

Finally she topped off the outfit with her gold ‘16’ necklace, a graduation gift from her parents, before doing a one over of her outfit in the mirror. After confirming with herself that it was good, Chrissy turned around to look at her clock.

9:04AM.

Just enough time to drive to the diner Eddie wanted to meet at. It was across the city they both lived in, but it was Eddie’s favourite and he was paying, so she wouldn’t complain.

Chrissy picked up her phone again to see two new messages. One from Eddie and one from Robin.

Ed

ready when u r :)

Rob <3

morning chris!  Hope you have a good day <3

Chrissy felt her stomach turn as she read the second message, and she bit her lip as she sent a quick reply. She shoved down the warm feeling in her gut, and typed out a response to Eddie. After it was sent, she put her phone in the sleek pocket of her skirt, and grabbed her purse before she left her apartment. She took the elevator down to the first floor, waving “Hi,” to her neighbours before leaving the building. 

Chrissy got to her car and felt her phone buzz against her thigh, the custom notification sound letting her know it was Eddie, and she got in the driver's seat to begin the drive to the diner. 

EDDIE MUNSON

Eddie stood outside of the diner, his hands in his pockets as the Chicago wind blew through his hair. His nerves made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and his fingers fiddled with his rings. It only took minutes for Chrissy’s car to park in the spot in front of Eddie. She got out, and rushed over to Eddie to pull him down into a hug. Eddie laughed as her arms reached up and around his neck, letting his own wrap around her waist. They swayed back and forth for a moment before pulling away enough to press their cheeks together, making an audible “Mwah.”

“It feels like it’s been so long since I saw you in person last.” Chrissy whined as they pulled away completely, grabbing hands and walking into the diner.

“I know,” Eddie smiled down at her. “I missed you, too.”

They waited for a hostess to seat them, and as soon as they were led to a booth and finished ordering their drinks, they burst into conversation. They talked about anything they could, and Eddie found himself purposefully procrastinating the one thing he had partially asked Chrissy to come meet him for. Soon, after their waitress came by and took their order, they ran out of things to talk about, and Eddie knew it was time.

“So,” He started. “How do you think I’d go about… face revealing?” Eddie asked, almost timidly. Chrissy on the other hand was ecstatic.

“You want to face reveal?” She shrieked with a huge smile. Her joy was contagious, and Eddie could feel his own face break into a grin. 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make a big deal about it.” Eddie hid his smile with a piece of hair.

“But it is a big deal! You finally want to show off that gorgeous face of yours!” Chrissy leant over the table to pinch Eddie’s cheeks to emphasise her words, sitting back down as the waitress returned with their food. Chrissy grabbed a hashbrown off of Eddie’s plate as he took one of her pieces of french toast. “It’s exciting!” She whispered.

“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughed as he cut into his pancakes. “I just… want it to be casual, I think, and I want you to be there.” He stabbed the piece he cut apart with his fork, and shovelled it into his mouth. Chrissy “Awe’d” and smiled with soft eyes at Eddie’s words.

“Well,” Chrissy started. “I guess we’ve got an important stream to plan.”

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Music blasted from the bathroom of Robin’s home. Chappell Roan’s Pink Pony Club could be heard all through the house. Inside, she was singing along as she pulled her eye down to put eyeliner on her waterline.

“Robin! Turn that down!” Her mother shouted and hit her fists against the bathroom door.

“God, Mom, Okay!” She shouted back, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her phone. She turned the volume down, and stared at her home screen. It was a picture of her and Chrissy they had gotten the week their whole friend group decided to meet up for the first time. Her hair was longer, being cut into a short bob now, and Chrissy’s hair was the opposite: shorter than her current length. They looked happy. 

Robin sighed as she pulled up her messenger, sending a quick good morning text to Chrissy before putting her phone back down on the counter.

Perhaps she’d been harbouring a crush on the blonde for a long time. Can you blame her? Chrissy was perfect in every way. She was beautiful, funny and devastatingly kind. She hadn't even changed how she acted around her when Robin came out! Which should be the bare minimum, Robin knows this. She just wasn’t used to the amount of acceptance her friends showed.

Only problem? Chrissy was definitely straight. She’d only ever talked about past boyfriends, and never expressed any romantic interest in women. Eddie would tell her not to lose hope, though that was often hard. Plus, she lived like a thousand miles away from each other. They’ve seen each other in person twice since they met four years ago, and long distance relationships almost never work out.

She shook her head to dispel any thought about the girl. She would be going shopping today after getting her paycheck. Working at an old, shitty, video rental store may suck, but it did pay well and she needed to feed her vinyl collection. Hopefully it would be enough to distract her.

STEVE HARRINGTON

“You, your sex is on fire.” Steve heard being sung from the TV. He recognized the voice as the streamer Dustin had taken such a liking to. Steve left his office and walked towards the living room and he could see the stream on the large screen. This time, it was live camera footage that showed a young blonde woman instead of the gameplay he was used to seeing. The man’s, Eddie’s, voice was actually really nice. It was husky and raspy, the clear tenor tone sending shivers down Steve’s spine. Steve leaned on the door frame as he watched and listened.

“The dark of the alley, the breaking of day.” Eddie continued.The girl in the camera seemed to be having a good time, swaying back and forth with the music. Occasionally, she would lay her head on the T-shirt clad shoulder next to her, and a heavily ringed hand would raise up and hold the side of her head.

“Are they dating?” Steve found himself asking. He mentally kicked himself. Why did he care if some random internet personalities were dating?

“Crap! Dad, you startled me!” Dustin clutched at his chest dramatically and Steve shook his head. “No, they’re just really good friends.” He turned down the volume of the TV and Steve came and sat on the couch next to his son.

“Oh, so like you and this Suzie I'm always hearing about?” Steve poked Dustin’s shoulder repeatedly until his son grabbed his wrist.

“Dad!” The boy exclaimed as he flushed red. He turned away and covered his face, and Steve smiled as he rubbed Dustin’s back. The light sound of the blonde girl laughing brought their attention back to the TV.

“Wow, Chris. I can’t believe you’d spread this propaganda about me.” The girl threw her head back and cackled. Steve remembered a ‘Chrissy’ that Dustin was talking about, this must be her. “She just referred to me as a ladies man as if I got any play in high school. I was a theatre kid, Cunningham, try again.”

“You wouldn’t believe the things I heard about you during lunch at the cheerleader’s table, Ed.” She reached over, past the camera's view and Steve guessed she was grabbing at Eddie’s head. “If they weren’t waiting for you to ask them out, you would’ve been drowning in bitches.”

“Hardy har har. Yeah, okay.” Two larger hands pushed smaller ones back into frame. “Anyways, guys. We have some big news!” The facecam turned off, and Steve felt Dustin tense next to him. “As some of you might’ve heard, they’re holding a convention in a smaller town in Indiana called Hawkins.

“So, we just wanted to let you all know that me, Chrissy, Robin and the guys are going to be there. So since you’re going to have to see me there, I figured I should…” Eddie’s voice got tense as he spoke, and then the camera turned back on. This time, though, it wasn’t the blonde girl. It was a man.

A man with dark, shoulder-length curls that were frizzy, but nevertheless striking. His skin was pale, and contrasted against the pink of his lips. His eyes were big, and a deep brown, dark enough to where Steve couldn't see a pupil. They were surrounded by long eyelashes and it seemed as though he was wearing eyeliner. The neckline of his shirt was cut and jagged, and exposed his prominent collar bones and the tattoo that lay inked into his skin. He was devastatingly pretty. He smiled, and turned to read the chat that was going a million miles a minute, all messages sharing feelings of shock and awe.

“Thanks, guys. Hoo-kay, I’m shaking. We’re okay, we’re okay.” Eddie pulled his hair behind his shoulders, revealing the plethora of piercings on both ears. “But, yeah. Next month from February twenty-sixth to March 2nd. I’ll be putting more information on my twitter, along with prices.” Chrissy came back into view. Behind Eddie, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her chin on the top of his head.

“Can’t wait to see you guys!” Chrissy exclaimed, and Eddie laughed as he reached up to grab her arms. Steve noticed they had matching bracelets.

“Keep a look out on instagram and twitter, photo dump coming soon.” The two waved at the camera, and sang out a long “Bye,” before they were gone and the stream was over. Steve and Dustin stayed frozen, and Steve knew Dustin was also in shock after seeing Eddie. 

Though they were in shock for two different reasons.

“Dad, they’re coming here for a convention! We have to go. Can we? Please?” Dustin pleaded and Steve thought for a moment.

“I’ll see what I can do, bud.” Steve answered and Dustin grinned before running to his room. Steve pulled out his phone and looked for Eddie’s twitter. When he clicked on the account, he found the link in his bio that led to the convention information, and when he scrolled down he found pictures already posted.

Most of them were group photos, with Chrissy, another girl almost the same height as Eddie, as well as three more guys Steve assumed were his other friends. He scrolled down further, and found a post-concert photo with Chrissy. They were both obviously worn out, and Steve found the drastic difference in the way they dressed funny. 

Eddie was all leather, and sharp edges, while Chrissy was pink and bubbly.

Steve internally scolded himself for the way his stomach churned when he found a particular photo of Eddie by himself. He was kneeling on a stage, a microphone in one hand, and the other holding the fingers of whoever took the photo. He wore a loose, black fishnet top over a black tank with torn up, black skinny jeans. His hair was messier than he’d seen in the other photos, and his face was slightly flushed in a way that suggested he was probably drunk. He smirked in a smug way that had Steve feeling as if he were a high schooler seeing his hallway crush. At the realisation, he quickly scrolled back to the top of profile and clicked the link, his face red. 

He shouldn't be feeling this way about some guy on a screen, much less a twenty-something year old. Steve should know better at his grown age.

He filled out his information, and when looking at the full price he sighed. He could already hear his wallet begging for mercy.

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TIME SKIP

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February 2023

EDDIE MUNSON

This was crazy.

Just a month ago did he live stream his face to the internet which sparked creativity in the artistic part of his group of fans. He was tagged in a bunch of drawing’s of him, as well as video edits to quite suggestive audios. It was strange, Eddie thought, to be praised like this for your appearance. But, if he was honest, he wasn't complaining.

Now, he was mentally preparing for the convention. Eddie wasn’t entirely a social person, he’d much rather be with his circle of friends and maybe a few others. This was an entirely different level. He sat on the bed in the hotel room he and Austin would be sharing. Jeff and Gareth were in the room across from them and Robin and Chrissy’s room were down the hall. The last pair excited Eddie.

Robin often confided in him when she was especially upset about her situation, and Eddie could sympathise. Falling for straight people was never fun. But, Eddie wasn’t entirely sure that Chrissy was straight. He never pressed her on the issue though. Poor girl. She’ll never know what hit her.

 Robin had been accidentally flirting with the girl since they arrived in Hawkins, and Eddie had to stifle laughter when it backfired. Robin would shoot him a glare and a lighthearted middle-finger.

Chrissy didn’t seem to catch on despite her array of ex-boyfriends that probably acted the same way around her before they dated. Though, Eddie guessed he couldn’t blame her. Robin’s attempts at flirting could be compared to the sight of a dumpster fire.

Eddie sighed and laid back on his bed, bored and left without anything to do. Not like he really wanted to do anything. Flying sucked, he hated aeroplanes and he was always left exhausted after taking one. 

But he was also insanely hungry. He could probably order in but he did not feel like talking over the phone and Hawkins seemed like a pretty old-fashioned town so god knows if any of the restaurants here have any apps he could use. Whatever. Eddie sighed before he walked over to the door and pulled on his converse and tucked the laces into the sides of his shoes. He grabbed his room key and left to try and find some damn lunch

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

She couldn’t do it.

Chrissy sat on the edge of the single bed that was in her and Robin’s shared room. She hadn’t seen Robin for a year and a half, and so far everything has been great! But Robin makes her nervous in ways she can’t explain. She didn’t have much more time to think as the door burst open to reveal the taller girl holding all of her bags in her arms and her phone in her mouth. She quickly dropped the bags and took her phone out of her mouth. She was completely out of breath as she reached into her pockets to pull out her inhaler.

“Oh my god, Robin!” Chrissy rushed over, picking up a couple of Robin's bags and bringing them further into the room.

“Hey, Chris.” Robin said, still exasperated, and her wispy tone made Chrissy shiver. She reached up and pulled Robin into a hug. “Missed you.” Robin whispered into Chrissy’s hair as she returned the embrace.

“You just saw me like, ten minutes ago!” Chrissy laughed, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“I know.” Robin replied as she pulled away, still slightly out of breath.

“Did you run up here? What happened?”

“Apparently the elevator shut down after you guys got up here, so I had to take the stairwell with all my bags.” Robin whined as she walked over to the bed and flopped down onto the mattress. She hadn’t seemed to have noticed the fact there was only one bed, yet.

“Um, so,” Chrissy started. “We only have one bed in here.” Robin lifted her head and looked to the other side of the room, then back to Chrissy.

“O-oh.” Robin bit her lip nervously. “I could sleep on the couch if it would make you more comfortable.”

“No!” Chrissy almost yelped. “I mean, no. That’s fine! It’s big enough for us to share.” She was sure her cheeks were bright pink. She got on the bed next to Robin, the other girl sitting up.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.” Robin rubbed the back of her neck.

“I’m perfectly comfortable sleeping next to you Robbie, I promise.” Chrissy said sincerely, grabbing Robin’s hand and holding it softly. She looked up at Robin, and took this time to admire her the same way she had so many times before.

Robin didn’t often stream with her camera on, and she didn’t facetime the group so Chrissy didn’t get to see her face much. She’d almost forgotten how much she loved Robin's features.

Her soft skin that was splattered with light brown freckles she wanted to count, her soft jawline and the thin dark circles underneath her gorgeous eyes. Then there was her hair. Her soft, wavy locks that Chrissy constantly wanted to run her fingers through if the other would let her. 

"Hey, did you think we could see if one of the guys would pay for our lunches?" Robin said, a grin on her face. Chrissy giggled and squeezed Robin's hand. 

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Chrissy smiled deviously and the two left Robin's belongings to be unpacked later. Right now, they had some boys to mooch off of.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Oh boy.

It was one day away from the first day of the convention Steve hesitantly bought tickets for. He and Dustin were all set to see the panel Eddie and his friends would be at and Steve’s bank account was about to kick the bucket. Dustin was excited, though, and that was all Steve needed to know that this was worth it.

He couldn’t lie, this was slightly for him too. Ever since he’d laid eyes on the man Dustin called his idol, he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Steve’s known for a while that he liked guys. Before Dustin was born, he’d even dated a few, but he’s not sure he’s felt this way in a long time just based on someone's looks. The critical part of his mind scolded him.

'This is your son's favourite streamer you're thinking about!'

'His looks might deceive him. He could be a total douche.'

'Is he really all that?'

Yes. Eddie really was 'all that.' His personality was large and he was really, really attractive. 

'He probably has a girlfriend. You don't even know if he likes guys.'

Steve sighed and rubbed his eyes. He would have to start on dinner soon for Dustin, Dustin's "friend" Suzie, and himself soon. He could contemplate this all later. Maybe tomorrow at the convention, but hopefully not ever again. He stood up from his chair in his office and closed his computer. He walked down the hallway and all that could be heard was the tv in Dustin's room. 

Suspicious. 

He walked further and leaned closer to Dustin's door that sat open by three inches. After another moment Steve pushed the door open fully to see Suzie tucked into Dustin's side as they lay on his bed, seemingly watching a movie. 

"Dad! What the hell!" The two jumped and Suzie gripped onto Dustin's shirt. 

"Calm down Dustin, I'm just asking what you guys want for dinner." Dustin was red with embarrassment and Suzie just snickered. 

"Whatever's fine, dad." He answered. "And learn to knock!" He shouted on Steve's way out. Steve snorted and made his way to the kitchen now with three things on his mind. 

Whatever was going on between his son and this girl. (Which he totally predicted, by the way.) 

What he was making for dinner. 

An insanely pretty streamer he was probably too old to be gawking over.

Dinner was only going a little awkwardly. Suzie sat quietly, eating the quiche Steve had made. Dustin glared at his father from across the circular table and Steve tried his hardest not to make a face back. 

"So, Suzie. How's school been for you?" Steve asked as he fiddled with his fork. 

"Dad." Dustin groaned. 

"What?" Steve drew out the 'a.' "I'm just asking how her classes are." 

"Well, my grades are just fine. I enjoy my academics a lot actually! I only wish I could say the same for Dusty." She smiled at the boy whose face dropped. 

"Snitch!" Dustin accused and Suzie laughed, Dustin's scowl softened at the sight before it hardened and he turned to his father. "Don't listen to a word she says," Dustin pointed a fork at Steve who threw his hands up. 

"Alright, alright. Finish your dinner so you can have time to wind down before you go to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow." Dustin smiled before starting to scarf down his food as if he hadn't eaten in days. 

"Slow down, Dusty!" Suzie squealed. She was a good match for him, Steve thought. 

At least Dustin had Suzie.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Lord have mercy.

The girls had come back from a nice lunch, courtesy of Austin who was the only one willing to do them a solid and pay for their food, and things were calm until the sun went down. They’d found a pizza place and called for delivery. It was good, Robin found, but she’d had better back in Miami.

After that, they’d flipped through the few channels the hotel TV offered and Chrissy began her nightly routine of a simple skin care routine and brading of her hair. Then, she would join Robin under the covers. She wore a mint green silk pyjama set, a spaghetti strapped tank top and shorts that ended before her mid thigh, and Robin felt under dressed in her wife beater and Archie sweatpants.

The only light spared was from the lamp that sat on Robin's side of the bed she was almost scared to turn it off. If she did, it would really seem like it was just her and Chrissy. 

"Are you totally sure you're comfortable with me? I mean, I've been told I'm a pretty clingy sleeper. I wouldn't want you to wake up with me-" Robin started rambling before Chrissy stepped in. 

"Rob! I already promised." Chrissy's eyes were drooping and Robin could tell she was really to pass the fuck out. Robin smiled fondly, brushing Chrissy's bangs from her face and pulling the blankets up further. "You know, you're really pretty." Chrissy sleepily admitted. Robin stared in shock for a moment. 

"Y-you think?" 

"Uh huh," She pulled a hand out of the covers and laid it on Robin's cheek. "Super pretty." Chrissy smiled and brought her hand back to her chest before swiftly falling asleep. 

‘Are you there god? It’s me, Margaret.’ Robin thought. She brought her palm to the same cheek Chrissy had just touched and she felt how much her face had heated up. God, she probably looked like a lovesick fool, but she couldn't even judge herself for that when she laid her eyes upon Chrissy's sleeping figure. She looked so at peace. Quite often she was riddled with anxiety or happiness, both that made her constantly fidgeting or moving around. Now, she was still and sound. Robin fought herself to take a mental photo, wanting to remember this sight forever. Wanting to wake up to this sight forever. 

Reluctantly, Robin rolled to lay on her back. She never slept well on her side. She turned the lamp out finally and soon enough her own eyes became heavy with sleep, and she herself would also succumb to sleep.

The next sound Robin would hear would be the screech of her ringtone and Chrissy's groan from next to her. Robin reached to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. It was Eddie, that bastard. 

"Eddie?" 

"Woah, morning Robin." Eddie seemed pretty awake for... Ten in the morning. "Just wanted to make sure you two were awake. I'm guessing you weren't until just now." 

"Yeah, asshole. I had an alarm set for eleven." Robin whined and Chrissy yawned from beside her. 

"Okay, well I wanted us to all meet up for brunch before the panel. So get ready and meet us in the lobby by eleven-thirty. Okay? Okay." Eddie hung up before Robin could intervene. 

"He is such a prick," Robin groaned and set her phone back down. Chrissy giggles as she rubs her eyes. 

"That's Eddie, alright." Chrissy sighed. She sat up and stretched out her arms. Robin had to stop herself from staring at the slight muscle the former cheerleader still had. She sat up as well, much to her dismay. "I," Chrissy swung her legs over the side of the bed before standing up. "Am going to have a shower. You want me to be quick so you can have one too?" 

"If you wouldn't mind. I could always wait until after we hang out with the guys too." Robin said as she walked over to the small vanity and started to brush her hair. 

"Oh, Robin. You are a gift from god." Chrissy responded as she approached the taller and left a kiss on her cheek before scurrying away to the small bathroom of the hotel room. Robin simply froze. This girl had no idea what she was doing to her.

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OK HIHIHI thank you

the prompt is!!! making out!

I just feel like I havent read much of it lately, esp from this fandom lmaoo

Any pair of ur choice teehee xx

Went with Lucius/Ravi. Post-canon. These two are tasty. I love them.

(taking prompts, possibly.)

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Lucius was not one to complain. He’d endured pain: he’d endured so much more pain now than before, but what he’d had in his life until then was more than he’d been raised to anticipate.

First what the city had called games, and now what he could only hope was to be the birth of a new era had added its own share of marks and bruises and scars onto his aching body. From the windows, he could smell pyres burning, that acrid stench of fire eating flesh and aromatic wood and sacrifices which made it so pungent and specific, like a nightmare. Inside, there was silence, and Lucius was not accustomed to being back at the palace. Walking in had felt like walking into a different world. In every hall a dead stillness, an echo of his steps, the smell of incense and fire mixing with the stench of his clothes drenched in sweat and blood and dirt, and ghosts everywhere he looked: sounds, scents, memories which he did not dare to grasp for. It would be dawn soon, and he’d not slept. Nor had anybody else.

There’d been no sleep to be had when so much had crumbled within hours. Death was everywhere, but its weight barely lingered, if not in the smell. There was little mourning in the streets.

“I would not recommend soaking in it,” Ravi’s voice came from the dark.

Lucius jumped to it. He’d not heard him coming: a promising start to what he feared would become more than a brief visit to his new prison. It took him a moment to locate the man, just as filthy with dirt and sweat as he felt himself to be, stirring in the doorway now as his eyes sought for him. A smile broke to his face and he could not rein it in. Anything for a familiar face, he thought. He knew so few of the people who’d required his time tonight - who now acted as if they served him, a marked slave, an exile.

“Ravi,” he called the man by his name, and extended his arm forwards.

He didn’t anticipate the embrace, but it came freely, and he accepted it. His arms ached when he wound them around his friend’s shape, and for a moment, he was terrified that he might cry: a foreign sensation like water rising through his nose while at once trickling into his lungs filled him, but it passed then in a cascade of prickling shivers which rocked him for some moments. And then it was over: they parted, and Ravi watched him from that close distance, his eye as knowing as ever.

“What did you say?” Lucius asked; he’d missed it completely.

Ravi chuckled.

“I said,” he repeated patiently, “that you should not soak in it. The smoke.”

His company sat beside him on the low seat, but Ravi did not look out of the window. He kept looking at Lucius, as he’d done so far: his features, his weariness, and Lucius assumed his new-found royalty, too. He did not feel it in himself. He felt pain and grief, but he still did not complain.

“Ah,” Lucius let out.

He turned his gaze back to the window: the only light in the room, which in these dark halls was never much, and for all the morning’s efforts at an approach, it was still night now.

“What are your thoughts?” Ravi asked, finally, as a breeze threatened to suffocate them with its acrid breath through the lattice.

Ravi chuckled. His hand pressed over Lucius’s, and a sense of calm came over him in an instant, replacing some of that anxious, biting anger in him which still lay low like flooded water over streets, covering other things that might have proven more useful for him to feel instead.

“If I could tell you I’d be a much happier man,” Lucius admitted.

He shifted, turned his eyes to Ravi.

“I never wanted this, and in all that I have inherited anyway, everyone whom I might have trusted is now ashes. I was born into this city yet I don’t know her, and the sight of her makes my skin crawl. I feel nothing but hatred for what I view, no love; how am I supposed to care for her? To nurture something better out of all of this waste.”

“She is not as bad as you have been taught,” Ravi said to him. “There is good in her. Good people, and dreams.”

“I think I glimpsed some of that today,” Lucius admitted.

The way Ravi looked at him was soft, empathetic. He needed it, but had no words to thank him for it. Instead, he placed his hand on top of the one already on him, and let his fingers curl around that warmth. It quickened his pulse, though he wasn’t sure why. Proximity alone, perhaps; he’d not allowed himself any closeness since Arishat’s death, and who could he have let himself be close with in the first place, had he sought for it? He’d learned very quickly what it had felt like to be property, and to have touch be something which was not given but forced upon him, like an object. This was genuine, and he craved it badly.

“Will you leave me now, Ravi?” he asked, and though his voice attempted at carefreeness, it fell a little short.

His laugh was contagious. Lucius needed that too, but it brought the tears of grief to his eyes. So much loss. This was the only thing he recognised here: this voice, these rough hands.

Ravi laughed anyway.

“You will be Emperor,” he said, “I don’t think it is up to me to decide whether I am leaving or not. I have made a dangerous friend.”

“You’re as free now as you ever were, my friend. To come and go as you please, I will not stop you. But I would like for you to stay,” he said, and his voice did not waver, nor did it crack. “If the past week has taught me one thing, it has been that I won’t stop needing your advice now, or your expertise. If anything, I’ll need them more.”

“It would be unlike you to stop chasing pain,” Ravi noted. “Perhaps there will be a place for me here, and my family.”

“And your family,” Lucius said, and his voice held some surprise. “I’ll get to meet them.”

“Oh, they will be terrified. My wife has always told me that I am trouble to her, now I will bring her and our children to the Palatine Hill. What will she say?”

“I don’t know, but I will try to be on my best behaviour. I’d not want to embarrass you in front of them,” Lucius laughed.

Ravi shook his head, and their hands, still joined, tightened in grip on both sides. They shared a look, and the pale sky was beginning to paint them with its shades of blue and grey now. For Lucius, it played into the shade of his eyes: for Ravi, it made him seem dreamlike, as if faded by a thin veil pulled between them.

“It has been a strange week knowing you, gladiator,” Ravi said then, seriously.

A shared huff, then a silence. It was a visitor that lingered, and as it stayed, its presence became more and more oppressive, overpowering, but not in a way that Lucius disliked. His mind was cloudy like the morning was, full of the sleep which he’d been denied, and a hope that he might one day soon feel calm enough to seek it. And Ravi’s eyes, still upon him. Still as dark, still as observant. Still as present. It felt like a lifeline. What else did he have? Who else to sit with him now, to greet this new dawn? He would bury all of them in a matter of days, the bodies would not wait.

Lucius nodded slowly.

“I wish I could disagree.”

“How can I repay you?” he asked, voice so quiet that the room around them somehow remained untouched by the sound.

He watched his friend smile, the crinkling of his eyes turn for a laugh at some thought which had not been shared. Then, finally, their eyes no longer met; Ravi’s, now, turned for the window, and gazed out into the dawn.

“I need nothing,” he said then, and he sounded sincere but that was not the answer which Lucius wanted out of him.

He wanted something else: strangely, suddenly. When his fingers sought the hint of the other man’s stubbled jaw, a question lingered in Ravi’s gaze which he barely gave, and then retired, from Lucius once more.

“What is it that you need, then?” he asked in return.

“Something real,” Lucius replied in the same sincerity as Ravi had given him his own answer, “A way to find my feet down here, on these floors. All of this still feels so much like a bad dream to me.”

“Did you not just promise that you’d be on your best behaviour, Lucius Verus Aurelius?”

“I don’t know what you might mean.”

Lucius laughed. He tried to pull back his hand, but Ravi’s grip tightened; he had to him now a playful look, just as tired as Lucius felt but genuine, and Lucius liked this, whatever this was, which they now played at. He let himself relax again, allowed it all to become present to him, the grief and the relief of this company, the press of warm skin to his own, the prickle of hair against his palm.

“No, I’m sure you don’t.”

Another warm chuckle, but this time, Ravi turned to him again. Hands on hands; one between them, on top of Lucius’s still, another finding the one which had strayed and now held him by his cheek. Ravi let his head tilt into it, closed his eyes for one long exhale, then returned.

“Let me offer you this: I will give what you need, on the condition that I can relay all of it to my wife, who will not believe me.”

“What will you tell her?” Lucius asked.

They’d leaned closer, and his heart was racing. What a strange time for this, he thought, but no stranger than the rest of it.

“That I have taught the new emperor more than how to care for his wounds. That -“

Their lips met. There was a throaty noise which escaped Lucius into it: a sound which was both sated and surprised at once, the way one might welcome a cup of cold water against the scorch of a summer day. Now both his hands were reaching for Ravi’s face, to pull him closer, and he readily surrendered to the idea. His weight was not much, his clothes a cloud of dust about them, and Lucius found himself grinning into the kiss but hastily, fearing that it would break if he gave it too much air. In turn, he felt the brush of Ravi’s hand into his hair, then the firmness of it over the back of his neck. In that touch he found both the joy of being there, alive, in that moment, as well as the bitterness of his longing for Arishat whose hand had been much smaller, and fingers perpetually cold where Ravi’s were warm and so very strong.

It wouldn’t have taken much to have Lucius asking for more than this: his body was already leaning back, inviting more weight onto himself, but that was not what he was going to allow himself to do, nor was it something he would drag Ravi into. This was, would be, enough - the gentle press of his teeth into the older man’s lip, the smile and the rush of warm air onto his skin in return, and the taste of some herb in his mouth which Lucius did not recognise mixing with the aging flavour of wine in his own.

When they parted again, Ravi pressed his knuckles over his lips and all but grinned into them.

“I will tell her,” he began his interrupted sentence again briefly after, before Lucius had regained his own ability to speak, “that this emperor kisses with all the refinement of his youth, and threatens to fall asleep from such exertion alone, not unlike an old man.”

He was not wrong: it was very hard for Lucius to keep his eyes open now. He wanted to fire back, but couldn’t. Instead, he yawned.

“Alright,” he said then, defeated. “That will be one first impression I will be making, then.”

“She will find it amusing, and like you more for it. An emperor should be human first, so that he is not feared but loved.”

“Will she love me for this?” Lucius asked, humoured.

“I will get back to you on that,” Ravi promised. “But only after sleep.”

[saffronwritings]

❄️Bad Timing❄️

An Albedo One Shot

Wordcount: 4.9k Content Warnings: Making out? A/N: So I've been getting back into Genshin Impact more recently and I hate how much I simp over some of the men in this game. I don't know why i thought of this, but here we go. I have no idea how to write some of these characters so I'm sorry in advance, but I hope you enjoy <3

It had been over two weeks since Albedo had holed himself up at his campsite up in Dragonspine. It was deep in the snowy mountains infested with hilichurls and Fatui cronies alike. You knew why Albedo had always escaped into the mountains as he enjoyed his solitary research conditions. Sometimes he brought Klee along with him to help with experiments. Sometimes you’d even be invited to come help him with his many experiments. It was unusual to go this long without hearing from the alchemist himself.

You had volunteered to go up to the campsite to check in on your recluse alchemist friend. You had become him assistant after continuing to show up to his workshop in Mondstadt and showed interest in his experiments. You had also quickly gotten along with his younger adoptive sister, Klee. You had not gotten upset at her when she tried to blow up your cooking and he had asked if you were looking for work. He offered you a position as his assistant and the rest was history. 

Sucrose and you had been back and forth on whether or not to go out to the mountain campsite to make sure Albedo hadn’t frozen over. She had claimed he was fine and that he didnt want to be bothered. However, you knew how he got when he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He rarely slept and he also rarely ate. This was your opportunity to just go check on him, see how things were going, eat a meal together, ask when he was coming back down to Mondstadt, and head back. It was a days journey to get to his spot on Dragonspine, so as long as you left before sunset you’d at least reach the bottom of the mountain by nightfall. 

You had checked the weather before you left and decided against bringing the coat Sucrose insisted you bring with you. You scoffed and had let her know that the cold was never really an issue with you. Your electr vision had usually done a good job at keeping your body temperature regulated in the cold. However, as soon as you had reached Albedo’s campsite, you were a chattering shivering mess. “Y/n! What on earth are you doing here?” Albedo asked when he turned around and saw your shaking figure.

“You hadn’t been back to the workshop in a month and we havent heard from you for about two weeks. Everyone was starting to get worried about you.” You pouted, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to get some body heat back. He quickly made his way over to you and shrugged his jacket off. “No no its okay! I’m okay!” You replied through chattering teeth. He smiled at you in the way that made butterflies go wild in your stomach. As if he was fond of you and the way you were a shivering mess right now.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can heat myself with alchemy. You on the other hand cannot.” He chuckled while shaking his head. He wrapped the warmed jacket around your shoulders. You tried hard not to blush at the action. You’d be lying to yourself if you tried to say you didn’t harbor feelings for Albedo. 

It was always so easy to talk with him about anything. The topic didn’t matter. There were plenty of nights when you had spent your time up here in the mountain that the two of you would sit under the stars and talk about nothing until the sun rose. Everything felt natural with him by your side. Although, Albedo was a bit of a social pariah. He didn’t showcase his emotions as easily as any one else. He showed adoration and caring moments with his adoptive sister, and occasionally would embrace you in a hug.

However, you weren’t going to try and ruin everything you had built because of some silly feelings that managed to blossom over the time you’ve spent with the Alchemist. His hands lingered on his coat for a moment before he swiftly turned back to the beakers that were on the table he was working on. “Have you made any new discoveries in your time up here?” You had asked after a moment. You didn’t want to break his concentration or even be a hindrance to his experiments. He flashed a smile as he wrote something down in his notebook. 

“Not quite yet, although the seclusion definitely helped quiet my mind.” He said as he glanced over at you and you sighed. “Have you eaten?” You pressed on, making him stop in his tracks. “I eat when I need to.” He replied in a more quieter tone. A huff of frustration exited your lips as you dropped your pack onto the open space of the table he was working on. You pulled out a takeout container of some food you had snagged in Mondstadt. 

He smiled up at you as you passed over the food to him. “Were.. you worried about me?” He asked suddenly, looking at you with an intensity you couldnt define. You smiled at him while another chill ran down your spine. “Of course, I’m always going to worry about you. You’re my friend, and when youre gone up in the mountains for weeks at a time, I tend to worry about you.” You admitted, avoiding his gaze by looking over the beakers filled with mysterious liquids.

You looked up over at him when a few moments of silence had passed. There was a faint blush spread across his cheeks that took you by surprise. Was it a blush on his cheeks or just the cold wind kissing his cheeks red? “Thank you. You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble. I can take care of myself just fine.” He started, a small pout on his lips. “The atmosphere and scenery here are excellent for inspiration. And if I spend an extended period of time up here, I can get a better understanding of the geography of the area. Plus, I get to enjoy the isolation.” He explained, opening the container and sighing at the smell of the food. 

“I understand, thats why I wait to come visit you. I never want to be a bother, but I still want to check up on you to make sure you’re at least doing okay.” You responded as he took the plastic utensils and dug into the food. He scooped a few mouthfuls of the food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully at your response before swallowing the bites he had taken. “I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing. I enjoy seeing you as well. Even though I know that I’m capable of handling things by myself, sometimes I do feel comforted by having someone visit me like this.” He explained, wiping his mouth with a napkin that was next to the take out box.

You smiled at him, your heart warming at the idea that Albedo enjoyed your visits. Friendly visits. These visits were friendly. Nothing more. Another chill ran down your spine as you looked up at the sky. “When do you think you’ll be heading back down to Mondstadt? A few of the others have also been asking about you.” You mentioned, trying not to stare at him while he was scarfing down his food. He had finished up his meal when he took a sip of his water. A content sigh leaving his lips as he smiled at her.

“I’m planning to stay here for another three days. I’ll be completeing a few more projects by then. Once I’m finished I’ll return to Mondstadt. I know that everyone there worries about me being alone up here, but I hope they don’t worry too much. I am doing just fine.” He said, chuckling at the end at my raised eyebrow at his sentence. He had just scarfed his food down without even blinking twice. Yes, he could take care of himself, but he was always second to his research.

You smiled softly at him and nodded. “We know you can take care of yourself, but we are still your friends and colleagues and we still worry about you.” You mentioned, walking towards him. However, you were taken off guard when a few heavier snowflakes hit your nose. You looked up at the sky and instantly froze seeing the sudden heavy snowfall. A slew of curses flew out under your breath. “I didn’t know it was supposed to snow today…” You whispered as you weighed your options. 

“You should head back to Mondstadt. I can handle myself in this environment,” He stated looking over at you with concern in his eyes. “Youre shivering. You shouldnt stay out here in these conditions.” You hadn’t broken your eye contact with the falling snow getting denser by the minute. “Do you really think I’ll make it down the mountain before the snow gets worse?” You asked in a hushed tone. 

He looked out at the snow and waited a moment before responding to your question. “You might find it difficult traveling in these weather conditions…” He started. You were able to take care of yourself. You had time and time again with the hilichurls and the fatui lowlifes. However, finding yourself stuck in a snow storm, traversing these dangerous mountain slopes you weren’t so sure it would be the smartest idea. “Would you…” He started to say, trailing off as he watched the snow continue to fall in even heavier clumps. “Wait here with me for a while.” He finally finished saying to you as he turned towards you.

His full attention was on you and the offer was ringing out in your ears. You hadn’t brought a tent, you hadn’t brought anything. You hadn’t intended to stay with him. “Are.. are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden to you or be a distraction from your research. I could find caves along the way back to Mondstadt to take cover in.” You suggested and his mouth instantly turned into a frown. He instantly shook his head to your suggestion. 

“You are no burden to me. If anything, you are doing a favor if you stay.” He said, making you raise an eyebrow in question to his statement. “The snow is starting to pick upm and returning to Mondstadt in these conditions would be rather dangerous. You wouldn’t want me to worry, would you?” He asked, a smile softly crossing his lips. Your face instantly burned at that sentiment. He would worry about you? 

“I suppose thats fair..” You nodded, wrapping yourself in his coat. It smelled of campfires and various spices. He did cook for himself when he wasn’t fully indulging in his research. His cooking always made your mouth water. The smell of his jacket was intoxicating and you were embarrassed at how happy it made you being wrapped up in it. “The winds are picking up, we should head into the tent for shelter.” He said, grabbing your hand gentled and guiding you towards his tent. “Besides, your safety is my priority.” He smiled before entering the tent. 

Your head was spinning. Was it the storm or the forced close proximity you were about to enter with Albedo. You had spent many nights talking on the floor of his tent just talking about the universe and theories with him. For some reason, this had felt more personal. You were wearing his coat and entering his tent. “We will be waiting out the storm in here for the time being.” He said behind the flaps of the entrance of his tent.

You had been in the tent a plethora of times. You weren’t sure why you were so hesitant. “Only if you’re sure you wont mind.” You said, pushing past the tent’s flaps to enter the tent. The tent itself wasn’t huge like some other travler’s would take. Albedo was able to fit a small blowup bed, a small cushion that acted as a seat, a small table with a few important items on it, and a lamp that was off at the moment. You had sat yourself down on the cushion next to his bed where he was currently sitting. “I don’t feel uncomfortable at all with you being here. In fact… if I may say so.. But I really enjoy your company.” He smiled at you, making your heart stop in its tracks. 

“R-really? I also enjoy your company. I love learning from you and your experiments. And even when we’re just talking about life and things that bother us.. Sorry I’m rambling.” You muttered. You felt your face get even hotter in embarrassment. He had turned away and you werent sure if you were seeing things but it almost looked like he was blushing as well. There were a few moments of silence before he had said, “I do find the time we spend together refreshing. Especially since I keep to myself most of the time. That’s why having you here is.. a new experience.”

You had looked up and over at him. He was staring at you with a gaze you couldn’t decipher. You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You had taken a moment before repeating back, “A new experience?”. He had looked away, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ve never really spent too much time with a companion, if that makes sense. Not until you came along.” He chuckled in that nervous way he only did when he felt awkward. He looked back over to you with a hint of sadness in his face. “I feel…guilty that I made you wait outside for so long in those conditions. If i knew you were planning on coming here today…” He looked away, anxiety filling his voice. “I… I should have warned you earlier that I would have been gone this long.”

You shook your head and immediately grabbed his hands. “This is not your fault. I didn’t warn you ahead of time that I was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t want to bother you so I hadn’t planned on staying long. I should have stopped and asked Mona or even payed more attention to the weather conditions up here. My plan was to stop by, drop off your food and return back to Mondstadt so I didn’t take up too much of your time.” You explained to him. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for YOUR mistake.

You were the worry-wart who had panicked when you hadn’t heard from him in two weeks. It was the longest he had gone without communicating back down to the workshop. Sucrose had indeed told you not to worry but he was your friend and you wanted to check in on him. You probably wouldn’t have come if you had known he was returning in three days time. You didn’t regret it because you always enjoyed his company. However, you felt bad for impeding on him and now forcing him to host you because of your ignorance and impatience.

He squeezed your hand to grab your attention. He smiled softly at you when you had finally looked over at him. “It would not have bothered me if you had decided to stay intentionally. I am quite fond of your company. It was a nice surprise to see you traveled all the way here just for me.” He explained, that faint blush crossing over his cheeks. You hadn’t imagined it but it was still hard to tell with the light dimming from the storm. The torches outside would soon go out with the force of the cold winds about to stir across the mountains. 

“I’ll stay with you until the storm passes. The last thing I want to do is worry you. I’ll get out of your hair at the first sight of the storm lifting.” You nodded and he had smiled back at you. The wind howled and lashed at the tent. Within twenty minutes since you had gotten there, the storm had started to rage over the cavern. The closest torch to the tent had gone out, making it dark inside of the tent. There was a faint glow coming from the torch closer to his work table outside. You hadn’t even noticed that the two of you were still holding onto one another’s hands until he had tugged you a bit closer to him.

A little yelp had escaped your lips in surprise. You had looked over at him, your own blush returning to your cheeks at the close proximity. He had stared at you and examined your face for a few moments before lowering his gaze to your lips. “You know, I was just thinking. As much as I enjoy your company, I’m not all that happy we have to stay in here until the storm passes.. It’s more enjoyable when I can see your face.” He started suddenly. Your head was spinning in confusion. What on earth was he going on about? “Is it possible… for me to… maybe… look at you a bit closer?” He asked, leaning towards you slightly. Your face had burst into full color with his request. You felt his hand in yours and your heartbeat had quickly fastened itself to mockspeed. You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but he was staring at you with an intensity that you knew you would have to answer. “You.. you’re more than welcome to.. Look closer if you so wish..” You answered, feeling your heart beating against the wall of your chest. 

You weren’t sure what was happening. However, he had pulled you onto his bed to sit next to him. He had wrapped his arms around your shoulders in an attempt to keep your shivering form warm. “You know.. You’re rather attractive.” He had started, making you snap your head in his direction, seeing the smile spread across his lips. You felt yourself trapped in his eyes, looking back and forth from his eyes and his lips. You couldnt think straight with him so close to you.

You and Albedo had talked about everything from science to the little things that Kaeya did that irritated the both of you. You knew of his background, you knew him to the depths of his core. He knew things about you that you hadn’t told anyone. He had never once made a comment on your appearance. Let alone one that was in your favor. You couldnt think of anything to say. You were stunned silent. He had caressed your cheek with his hand as he continued, “You’re also very pretty… and lovely. Your personality is also very charming.”

He slew of compliments had your head spinning. What had gotten into him? This wasn’t his usual shy and laid back demeneor. Your cheeks must have been the same color of an apple at this point. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. You were waiting for him to say he was joking and to chrush every single one of your feelings for him into the ground. He had gripped your chin lightly between his thumb and pointer finger to gently lift your head to look at him. His eyes flickered from your own eyes down to your lips. He had licked them anxiously after doing so. 

His breathing was ragged and fast. You couldnt tell what was going on with him but you secretly didn’t want it to stop. “Do you think… do you think I could…” He started, stuttering and stumbling over his words. His face was also tinged red with every word that escaped his lips. “Do you think I could try and have my first kiss with you?” He finally finished out his sentence. It felt like he had just punched you in the gut. You felt the air leave your lungs and you stared at him in confusion but also in excitement. “I… I think i like you.. I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling, but I have never felt this way about anyone before…” He admitted. 

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say he was just kidding or something hurtful. It wasn’t his usual character, he was never one to play pranks on people. Yet, you couldn’t figure out what had brought this out of him all of a sudden. The two of you had plenty of opportunities like this over the past year you had gotten to know him. Stolen glances and shy smiles that turned into constant conversation. Nowhere along the way had you noticed the boy you had been harboring feelings for had been harboring feelings for you right back. You felt like this was a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

“You… you want to kiss.. me?” You managed to stutter out after realizing you hadn’t said anything back to him. He had nodded and looked away with that blush still spread across his face. “Y-yes... I do. I... I am not sure if this is a feeling that you share... but... you mean... everything to me, Y/N. You are the one person who I can trust and truly care for. When I'm with you... everything just... makes sense.” He stammered out, unable to look back at you from his embarrassment.

You had noticed the way he had been speaking extremely nervously, the only time you’ve heard him be this unsure or nervous around you. You felt your chest tighten with the anxiety of speaking your feelings out loud. If Albedo wasn’t serious, this would change the entire course of your friendship together. You just couldn’t pass on the opportunity to get everything out in the open. You had squeezed his hand to make him look over to you.

“I.. I've.. I've had feelings for you for a while.. but as your assistant I never thought we'd be together..” You finally admitted. You had closed your eyes for a moment to catch you breath and were met with his lips meeting yours briefly. You had let out a squeak in surprise and when he had pulled away, you had opened your eyes to meet his stunning teal eyes. It was like you were seeing him for the first time again. There was longing and adoration in those eyes of his now and you leaned into the gentle touch of his hand caressing your cheek. “I... have always had feelings for you, Y/N. Even if you were my assistant, I have never looked down on you or considered you any less than an equal. I… I know that we are both... somewhat inexperienced in matters of romance, but it's something that I... I really want with you for some reason... something that I have never wanted to pursue with anyone else before.” He admitted, pulling your hand with his free hand to his lips. He gently brushed his lips against the back of your hand and you felt your whole body light on fire. You could swear there were drums in your ears from how hard your heart was pounding. 

Albedo wanted you.  

Your eyes darted from his astonishing teal eyes to his lips and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. He was staring intently at you and your motions. You met his intense gaze and nodded your head. That was enough for him to crash his lips onto yours once again. This time, you reciprocated the kiss. Fervently kissing his back with the same passion and same intensity. The two of you kissed passionately for what felt like eternity. You were the first to pull away, panting at the interaction. You felt like you couldnt get enough oxygen. Your head was spinning trying to grasp that had actually happened. You placed your forehead against his gently, smiling as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” You had both said at the same time, making you both chuckle out. You had lovingly caressed his cheek as he had stared at you with such passion and intensity. “Our connection has always been so.. easy..” You continued. During the passionate kiss, you had somehow ended up straddling his lap. You don’t remember how you got there, but in the heat of the moment the two of you must have tangled up like this. You didnt mind being this close to him now that both of your feelings were out in the air. 

“Your warmth… I want to feel more of it.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist. He had placed kisses to your forehead, your temple, your lips and your jaw. “Your embrace... I crave for it. Your touch... I need to feel it. Your love…” he trailed off, kissing down your neck eliciting a soft moan from your lips. “...I want to possess it.” He said before attacking your neck more passionately with his hands moving down to your waist. Little mewls and gasps escaped your lips at the sudden attention to your neck. 

“You are all I have ever wanted and more, Albedo.” You whispered before catching his lips with your own, running your hands through his hair. The breath caught in his throat, his breathing heavy and he continued to kiss you more intensely. He broke the kiss to caress your cheek, his eyes gleaming with passion “You… are the most.. The most..” he started to say before encapturing your lips with his again. He couldnt keep his hands or lips off of you. 

He deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip begging for access. You obeyed quickly and felt his tongue slowly swipe against your own. You felt your body light on fire, you felt like every touch was incinerating you. He parted from the kiss to once again press tender kisses to your neck, trailing up to your ear. “I… I love you.” He whispered, making you freeze instantly. You had pulled away from him momentarily to look at him in the eyes. You waited for him to say something but his embarrassment was apparent.

He had meant that. You stared at him intensely for a few moments before you were able to gather the courage to ask, “You love me?”. You felt him stiffen at the words but you saw how his face turned a deeper red. He was looking down at you with a shy look on his face. “ I... I feel a sense of love for you. Do I truly love you? I'm not sure... but... these feelings…” he trailed off, brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “ ...are something that I have never experienced with anyone else. I've never felt this way before with anyone else, and... I think I want more.” He continued, once again gently grabbing one of your hands to interlace your fingers together. 

He had avoided your gaze, and you could tell the tension was thick in the air. He was worried he crossed a line and you had lifted his head to meet your gaze. “I have loved you from the moment we met. I fell harder for you when you would come to me excited about a new breakthrough you found. I think I have always loved you, Albedo.” 

His eyes turned from shy to passionate within a moments time. He still was caressing your cheek, the adoration pouring from his actions. “I... I love you more than words can express. You are the only one... who knows me... and yet doesn't judge me. You are the only one... who does not run away in fear when I show the truth of my form. Thank you... for being my first love... my assistant... my everything.” He mumbled, kissing you inbetween sentences and running his hand through your hair. 

It almost felt overwhelming. This was not how you expecting this visit to turn out. It felt like your wildest fantasies were playing out right in front of you. You’d pinch yourself but you were afraid that you’d wake up from this blissful event unfolding in front of your eyes. “No.. thank you for allowing me to become your assistant.. for letting me into your very secluded world.” You paused to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You are no monster, you are the most wonderful alchemist I have ever met. laces her fingers into one of his hands you gave me purpose.. so thank you for loving me.” You admitted, tears streaming down your face. Albedo wiped them away from your cheeks with tender love.

You two spent a moment just holding each other in both each others arms and in each other’s gazes. You flicked your eyes to his neck that was out on display and latched your lips onto it. Making your way slowly up his neck like he had done to you. A small whimper left his lips as you continued your onslaught to his skin. He tried to mumble out a few words but was too intoxicated from the affections. It wasn’t until you had pulled away to notice some marks left on his neck that left you smiling in satisfaction. 

His eyes were dark with desire and you felt yourself squirm with his gaze. He once again captured your lips with his, kissing you fervently. In between kisses he managed to get out, “I cannot.. express my love for you in words..”. He had broke the kiss completely and hovered over a spot on your neck before saying, “Let me show you with my actions.”

[delicatereader]

No way (part 2) - Anakin x reader

• brother's bestfriend trope

• summary: Anakin and you had a moment before, now you're friend invites you to their party but you must have dates...

• warnings: idk jealousy, mentions of sex, swears

• a/n: I got carried away with their friendships but idc. I used Taylor, Gracie and Harry bc I couldnt think names. I havent proof read it and I'm trying to make a flashback to their kiss. The party should be interesting...

"Party at mine, tonight" Stephen announces as he walks into the living room. All of you were hanging out (meaning scrolling through your phones and talk shit). Of course Ben and Anakin were in attendance, your friend froup was small but not too small. In addition of you, Ben and Ani, Taylor and Gracie (your besties), and of course Ethan and Stephen. You, tay and grace have been inseparable since you could remember. Ethan and Stephen came into your lives later (through Ben's college experience).

Anyway, Stephen continues to provide you the info for the party. "It's gonna be so cool, dark lighting, scary but hot costumes"

"Costumes?" Gracie interrupts

"Costumes. For you girls, I would recommend a pirate or a slutty nurse!" he advises. You hear Anakin's chuckle across the room. You roll your eyes at him, "speak, ass" you push him to continue.

"Ok ok fine!" he responds

"Drinks provided, strong ones provided. Also bring dates." he informs

You freeze at the word 'dates'

"Dates?" you repeat shrugging

"Dates." he confirms

Gracie has been flirting with Ethan for a while now, you've been sensing some sparks and signals, so they'll go together. As for Tay, your brother will follow her everywhere and try to persuade her into going with his charms. Stephen gets dates easy, that guy is the definition of a good looking frat boy man.

"These four are set I guess." Stephen breaks the thoughts in the air

"What?" Tay speaks up

"I mean, Gracie and Ethan are going together" our heads turn to their blushing faces. "I'm assuming Ben is going to annoy till you go with him" he grins in your brother's direction.

"No, not this time" she claims

"We'll see" my brother replies with a wide smirk on his face

"So you two who are you going with?" Ethan breaks his silence to ask you and Anakin

"I don't know" Anakin replies not caring about it

"Why don't you two go together" Gracie shoots

"Yea you two go together" Ethan agrees with Gracie. Soon everyone shakes their heads in agreement, except you two.

"No way I'm going with him" you reject

"And no way I'm going with her" he supports you

The last thing you want is something like what happend yesterday to happend again. You told him to stay away from you and that's what he is doing. He looks just as disinterested as you in this suggestion.

"Ughh" Taylor complains in the background

Suddenly you have an idea. You dive back into your phone and search through your contacts to text Harry, a "friend" of yours. He's had a crush on you for years and a few weeks ago you slept with him, it was a drunk decision.

"Then who are you going with? huh?" Stephen asks with a worrying look, not for you but for his party.

"I have an idea" you respond. Suddenly, Tay and Gracie jump from the bean bags on the floor to your side in the sofa.

"No, is that who I think it is" Taylor squeals whilst whispering

"I don't know, you tell me" you smirk answering her question

"Come on, isn't he dating someone?" Gracie asks

"No, not since...you know." you reply hinting at your night with Harry

"God he's so- " Taylor mutters

Ben clears his throat and furrows his eyebrows towards me and Tay. Anakin takes a quick glance up at you before focusing back on Ben's little interruption.

"Shut the fuck up!" Tay yells, causing everybody to laugh at Ben

"Who are you talking about?" Ethan asks

"No one" you shoot out, a but too fast

"I'll give you a hint" Tay speaks up

"No!" you warn her, but before you could interrupt she spills-

"Tall, brunette, greeny blue eyes, cheshire smile and HOTTT!" she said the "HOTT" way too aggressively and loud. She wasn't wrong though.

"Harry? You fucked Harry! Like Harry Crest?!" Stephen explodes out of surprise

"What! you fucked him? I left you with him thinking he will take you home safely" Ben follows Stephen's path of emotions

"Oh he took her home alright!" Gracie mutters under her breath

"Shut up Gracie! I don't even know if he's gonna be there" you reply to this hysteria

"Oh he's gonna be there!" Stephen says

"There's no party without him" he continues

Anakin again looks up when Stephen mentions him, but this time staring into you deeply

"We'll see" you conclude the conversation and head to the kitchen to find a snack.

You hear some steps behind, it was Anakin

"You fucked Harry Crest?" He asks plainly

"What happend to hello? How are you?" you tease him (taking inspo from the tiktok audio of course)

"Hello you slept with Harry?" He repeats

"Ummm- yea" you respond

He pauses for way too long, looking at you with confusion

"First of all its none of your business and second of all why do you care?" You shoot at him

"I don't care!" he states

"Ok you don't care" you repeat his answer to annoy him. You move past him and grab and apple.

"I mean it must be easy for you to get a date? right?" you ask him

"Oh yea? why is that?" he looks at you with his tongue pressed onto his cheeks inside his mouth.

God he's so hot

"I mean come on-" you you wave your hand around loosely in his direction

"Come on what?" he moves closer to you

You hesitate to respond, giving him more confidence to close the space between you

"Come one what sweetheart?" He towers you trying to push out an answer

Fortunately you hear your phone buzz, it was Harry. You step away from Anakin and attend the phone. You press it to your ear whilst looking at Anakin. He lowers his head and let's out a chuckle.

"Hi Harry!" you speak into your phone. You continue to have your conversation standing infront of Anakin staring at him.

"So I was thinking...are you going to the Stephen's party tonight?" you slip in the question

"Yes" Harry replies

"Good cause I need a dancing buddy" you smile (kind of blushing) and speak into the phone

"I'm free" he replies whilst letting out a chuckle

"Alright I'll see you there" you nod your head still smiling uncontrollably

You end the phone and tilt your head up to look at Anakin, who wholeheartedly hated that phone call but found it amusing in his own way.

"Sorry I have to get ready" you clear your throat moving towards him. In response he hums.

"I have a date" you smirk at him in victory

He looks up and down at you as you leave the kitchen, "ok" he mutters under his breath with a questioning smirk across his face.

[brain-amoeba]

UPDATE: Finished fic has been posted!!! For anyone just now finding this post, click this fucking thing now to go to the finished story!!!!

hey everyone!! dont think i havent been periodically creeping on the blog and see how things were doing--i ended up leaving my old job and got a full time job to better support myself as i finish up my degree so sorry for the absence! here is a fic preview of one of the (many) fics in my drafts that i'll be working on and hope to post in its entirety this weekend!!!

as always, your support of me has been a great source of my happiness and stability and i thank you for your continued readership and interactions :3

Stake Out (Sniper x fem!Reader)

Sniper didn't understand why he couldn't just be alone. He's never needed another person to watch his back while on a stake-out, and he damn sure doesn't need one now. Admittedly, he's quite frustrated. With you? Not exactly. With the situation? Damn straight. The dead of summer heat left you scantily clad, much to Sniper's detriment. How could he bear to get anything done when you're sitting right here next to him like this, as if on display? You weren't exactly a happy camper, either. You knew Sniper didn't need any help, so you were already prepared to deal with a sour attitude-- but the unbearable heat and the fact that you have no choice but to spend a night together in his one-man van--left you equally as frustrated as the Aussie. As the afternoon dragged on, you let out an exasperated sigh and turned to your superior. "Is it okay if I take a nap?" You ask meekly, afraid of distracting him as he peered through his scope wordlessly. Sniper pauses a moment, then sets his rifle down. "A nap? Wasn't your whole reason for bein' 'ere to watch my back?" The look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. It was just an innocent question, really! You figured since it was an unspoken fact that the both of you knew you didn't really need to be here, it would be okay if you, well, slacked a bit. You cock your head to the side before testing the waters again. "...yes?" He stared at you with an expression you were unable to read. Was he mad? Was he just pulling your leg? Sniper pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, looking back up at you sternly. "Sure." It was hard to deny that his pent up frustration, among his general discontent with today's circumstances, left him irritable. From the bloody start he just wished he could be alone. None of this would have happened! Now how is he supposed to concentrate with the temptation of your vulnerable, unconscious body left splayed out before him mere feet away?! He shooed you along, allowing you to sleep in the camper while he did a little exercise in self control and maintained watch on enemy territory.

Upon entering, you thought nothing more of your surroundings and crashed on the bed with a soft thud. It was almost too easy to fall asleep, until you shot straight up and felt panic set in. Oh god. This is the only bed in this whole camper. The only viable surface to lay on, period. You were suddenly plagued with the image of a scowling Sniper, and the discomforting silence that hung around the two of you all day. How on earth are we supposed to sleep in this bed together?! The thought of cuddling with your superior after you were sure you just ruined his whole day made you tremble with anxiety. You thought it best to set your worries aside for now to get some rest. Perhaps if you slept now, that meant you could stay up on watch through the night while Mundy got his rest--avoiding the bed predicament entirely. As you pondered on what exactly you'd like to say and played out the interaction in your head, you lulled yourself to sleep with your own thoughts. The heat left you laid out on top of the covers with your sweat-soaked garments hugging your body like a constrictor. Right as you fell asleep, Sniper, with his brief solitude, was able to clear his head and abate his frustration for the time being. With no new action on the frontier, he decided to take a small break to check on you, making sure you at least were comfortable back there. Sniper knew it wasn't exactly a home, and felt a slight twinge of guilt having such a beautiful girl like you surrounded in his clutter.

The Aussie gently knocked before entering still, and was greeted by the sight of you, out cold in a starfish position. He stumbled back, instinctively snatching off his hat and using it to cover his eyes. Guess she made herself comfortable. He thought to himself, hiding his flushed expression behind the slouch hat. Sniper set the hat back on his head, clearing his throat to try and escape the awkward silence between himself and your unconscious form below him. Mundy knew he had no business back here anymore--all he was to do was assure you found yourself alright back there, then he would return to his post. Yet, he found he couldn't bring himself to move. His eyes were glued to your body, as if its beauty had taken hold of him. You could still feel an overbearing presence, even in your unconscious state, which caused you to stir. Sniper inched closer to you, against his better judgment. The pent up frustration from spending a whole afternoon next to you, wearing the least amount of clothing you could get away with...it drove him absolutely mad. Even more so, knowing there was nothing he could do about it--he couldn't make a move, he was a professional after all! ...And professionals have standards. Before finally returning to his post, he hastily covered your limp form with a used towel discarded nearby. Out of sight, out of mind.

thanks for reading this far! feel free to inbox me with any ideas or feedback and I'll be sure to incorporate them in the final draft and hope you guys are excited for more food!

[beardedhotchner]

El Tango De Roxanne

(Part 5 of Spencer Reid x Prostitute!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Finally got the true start of the angst. And the lyrics I wanted to include! I had a proper writers block, cause I know where I wanna go next, just didn't know how to get there. Well, enjoy, Amia xxx

T/W: Reg is a c*nt, Reggie talks about Reader (and the other girls) like theyre his property, talks of Reader's body, Reg is an ass to Callie, mentions of trafficking humans and drugs, mafia vibes, angst, Spencer feeling abandoned, Reader struggling to leave abusive relationship

He tried to calm himself down while stuck behind these steel bars. He'd watched you get dragged down the hall, almost growling at the tall, slim man that had grabbed your arm. You were his. No one else's.

Reggie was a patient man, or so he liked to believe. But when it concerned you or his son, he was harsh and impulsive. He wanted to see you now. To get your stories straight.

He watched as Camille was lead down the hall too. Reg thought it was suspicious that you were escorted by FBI like he had been, whereas his security and Callie walked in with uniformed officers.

He watched as Noah was brought into the station, in the arms of his nanny. He refused to call out to the boy, even when the child waved to him. He didn't need another weapon to use against him. So he turned his back, pacing in his small cell. Yet as he watches Noah be taken into the room you are in, relief floods him.

Reggie stews in his cell for over an hour. He keeps glancing at his watch, his rage slowly building under the surface of his skin. He wanted to see you. He needed to get back to his home. To get rid of the evidence of all his crimes. He slowly seeths as he watches a dark-haired man carry Noah from the room that you are in to a room two doors down.

"Mama!! Mama!!" The small boy cries, his small hands reaching back toward the door that hid you from his view. Reg could feel Camille's eye roll despite her being out of view. She was so difficult all the time, especially over their son. She had no maternal instincts and instead resented the boy for the bond he forged with you. Reggie wishes that it had been you thst he slept with that night and not Camille.

When he's finally escorted to a room by the dark-haired man from earlier, Reg tries to catch a glimpse of you, but is lead away from the door rather quickly. One arm cuffed to the table, his other picking off fluff from his shirt, Reggie's face showed a nonchalance that had the team annoyed already.

He was left to stew again for a while before Emily and Hotch entered the room. Reggie's eyes raked over Emily's body, sending a sense of dread through her. His eyes go to Hotch, barely sparing him a glance before returning to Emily.

"Your son is here." Emily says, almost a relaxed tone to her voice. She noted the way Reg's eyes sharpened before he willed himself to relax again.

"A son? Nah, me and my girl don't have kids." He replied blasé. He was ready to dispose of whoever leaked that information. "Look. Can we go? Angel and I havent done anything."

"No." Hotch says firmly, choosing not to elaborate. Both him and Emily stay silent across from Reggie, waiting for his reaction. Rossi, behind the glass, is watching every tiny micro-expression. Reginald doesn't understand how quickly he may purger himself -and potentially you too.

"Why not? She ain't done nothing wrong." He begins, "Take the rest of them if you want. But me and her get to leave."

Emily smiled with a touch of smugness that she knew would seep under Reg's skin. She was toying with him, like Hotch had instructed. They were to leave him to stew over his words once more. As they turned to leave, Hotch held the door as Emily sighed at Reggie. Standing in the doorway, she asks, "But if you haven't done anything, why would we keep any of them?" They don't watch his reaction as they shut the door behind them, moving to where Rossi waits for them.

He was left there for a while. He doesn't know how long exactly. But he waits and waits. All the while Hotch, Emily and Rossi stare at him from behind the two-way glass. By the time Reg's patience is thin and he begins to yell and shout, they are almost sure that he is the man they're looking for.

"I feel bad for her..." Emily admits, her eyes never leaving Reggie as they watch his meltdown. The man throws his chair at the wall, still shouting and screaming about you.

Hotch nods, "She's brave. Not a lot of people could survive this kind of abuse and still be a good person." Another bang as Reggie throws his hands table this time. "Dave, regroup the others." Rossi agrees, sighing as he steps out of the room.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" His voice echos down the hall. It was followed by the sound of a metal chair hitting a wall. "ANGEL? ANGEL!" Reggie called out to you.

Emily shook her head, her gaze falling to Aaron, "We can't let her go with him. Not only for Spencer but... He will kill her if we aren't careful, shes disposable. He won't let go of his empire just for her. Not for the chance at a happy life." It was hitting far too close to home for Emily. Her own abuse with a man she had to pretend to be someone else for... it was too hard to watch someone else live this way. Especially when every choice you made also affected Spencer now too.

Hotch nodded silently. He followed behind Emily, leaving a uniformed officer to watch over Reggie. Joining the team, Emily's eyes widen at your cowering in the corner, the fear written across your's and Noah's faces, tug at her. Spencer's soft words are like a mantra to you, holding you in place as he holds the small boy between you.

Tears streaked your face and Noahs small hands clutched at you. "Im sorry, baby..." You whispered to him, the pain in your voice clear as day. The boy's bottom lip trembled as he looked between you and the door.

"No..." he sniffs, wiping his face on his arm. "Mama, I'm scared.." Noah's whispers echoed through the room. The adults stood around, and all shared a look. JJ's heart stung for her own boys.

Hotch clears his throat, "We need to get you out of here. Away from him."

"No. He'll kill me if I try to leave... he'll hurt Noah... he hurt Spe-" You cut yourself off, shaking your head and moving to stand. You reach for Noah, who (despite Spencer trying to hold onto him) had automatically grabbed at you. "No. We need to go with him. We... we can't stay.... I can't leave him..."

Clutching the small child, you try to leave, pushing past a visibly upset Spencer. Feeling his hand grab at your arm and his hardened voice asking the others the clear the room. They file out, leaving you three alone in the quiet. Noah's wide eyes stare up at you as he rests his head on your collarbone.

Spencers voice is small when he finally speaks, "why are you so desperate to leave me?" The doctor couldn't begin to fathom it. His head spinning when he tried to think of a reasonable explanation for your attachment to this... life. At first he thought it was because you didn't trust men easily. But even after proving his love time and time again... you still held back that tiny part of yourself.

"Spencer, I can't do this..." You try to explain, not meeting his eyes. You adjust Noah on your hip, stroking the boys hair gently. "I can't keep going round in circles with you!" You knew you weren't being fair. You knew he deserved an explanation but you couldn't explain. Couldn't bring yourself to utter the words. How terrified you were to lose him. How scared you were to possibly lose yourself. To hurt him that way. To not be woman enough for him... you couldn't say for sure if Reggie would ever let you leave willingly. And you couldn't risk being on the run for the rest of your life, definitely not to drag Spencer with you and destroy his life too.

You had to leave now. The sooner the better. You couldn't risk Reggie hurting him. You would never forgive yourself. "Spencer you have to let me go. I don't want this-"

"Stop. Stop pushing me away. Im here. Please!" His hand went to grab yours, the other to touch Noah's cheek.

"No. I cant- I can't breathe!" You pull your hand away, taking a few steps back. "I don't want this!" It killed you to lie. Ripped your heart to shreds to watch his face... the hurt and sting of betrayal in his eyes. "Spencer, let me go..."

"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you don't see a future with me." He's adamant that you can't. He loves you and you love him. He knows this.

"I don't want you, Spencer. I don't want a future with you." Your voice is almost robotic as you try once again to push him away from your self-destructive life. Please forgive me, you thought as you practically held Spencer's beating heart in your hand.

"You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me." Spencer pleaded, his hands outstretched as if his touch could convince you to stay. He was desperate as tears filled his eyes, threatening to fall. "And, please, believe me when I say I love you...."

As if squeezing the love from his heart (and your own in the crossfire) you cut him deep with your next words. Noah stirs lightly in your arms as your hand reaches the door handle. Pulling open your escape door, your gaze finally meets his heavy brown doe-eyes. "You mean nothing to me. I feel nothing for you. You are nothing."

You felt your skin crawl at the words as you fled the room. Quick to post bail for Reggie, you begged silently for them to hurry up as you didn't want Spencer to catch the "reunion" Reggie no doubt wanted. Noah grew restless in your arms as you could feel eyes staring at you, not just from Reg's boys but also Spencer's team and a few officers.

Well... this could've gone alot better...

[thegeminisage]

STAR TREK UPDATE TIME. last night we watched ds9's "empok nor" and voy's "scorpion part i."

empok nor (ds9):

THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD.

firstly, i love when we bring up o'briens war history. SECONDLY, i love when garak has problems

i also really really love nog, but cathy was right when she said it should have been bashir with them - he would have made the perfect hostage tied to the pole while the two of them fought over him. we've never really got a taste of the o'brien bashir garak dynamic and it would have been delicious

GARAK STALKING THEM THROUGH THE SHADOWS. very scary. mwah

also, it's really funny that this station IS ds9, they just turned the lights off. i love budget genre television

and, of course, who can forget the failed government experiments frozen in a tube? this episode had EVERYTHING

i also thought o'brien and garak at the end were very chill considering. o'brien like yeah dude i really was attempting with my whole pussy to kill you and garak like yeah i wouldn't have it any other way can you tell the guy's wife that i murdered that i'm sorry and o'brien is like yeah dude no prob feel better soon see you around. like what is it about garak that encourages this kind of dynamic...he tortured odo and then they become breakfast buddies, he tries to kill o'brien and they brush it off, he did that whole thing (gestures to "the wire") with julian and julian still gives him hugs and a blankie when he has claustrophobia. you can say anything to this guy. he tells nothing but lies but won't accept hearing anything less than the absolute no-frills-attached truth

anyway, 10/10

scorpion part i (voy):

SPEAKING OF EPISODES THAT HAD EVERYTHING.

gimli as leonardo da vinci. janeway and chakotay being sweet to each other. janeway and chakotay fighting. borg. disembodied heads. tentacles oozing into orifices. cgi aliens. janeway appealing to the devil. action. drama. INCREDIBLE

three years ago i didn't even know your name today i can't imagine a day without you i'm going to HURL!!!!!!

chakotay like. hey we havent slept. we havent eaten. you need to do that. and shes like sorry can't! and then he's like we cant go through this space we will die. like i've been semi-borged i know how bad it gets i don't want anything to happen to you and she's like sorry we gotta! and he;s like i'll follow you but i can't support this path and she's like well damn i guess i am alone. AGGHGHGHG

like along with a huge dose of actually suspenseful and scary action (it is always is with the borg) AND the cool body horror (rip harry kim and his mommy issues) we also get this wonderful interpersonal drama...and like i absolutely get why she's not willing to wait in the delta quadrant for a safer way to do this to come along. because you could do that forever. i also get where HE'S coming from because with the risk of death so high maybe it's better to accept the facts...that's what he did in (draws hearts) 2.25 resolutions, and just like in that episode, she does not give up, CANNOT give up, because it means facing not only despair but failure - and in this case, failing more than just herself

shoutout also to the scorpion and the fox parable, which i'd never heard as fox but frog, because it is of course in that one show about the teenage canines

i cannot believe people had to wait months for this to have a follow-up in 1997. EVILLLL

next episode........we finally meet seven. i am Dying to see her

TONIGHT: ds9 s5's last two episodes, "in the cards" and "call to arms."

[sonny-whorezik]

haiii ... like a week short of a month since i left everything.... i just wanted to use as Journal and catch up before i do Fully return to social media, gettin rid of the app after this post yet again:

has . been . rough. grief has been consistent the last month from my best friend and now ex leaving me, losing that new job due to being physically sick from grief and being unemployed an additional month, my best best friend my dog, sage, passed away last friday and although i left to drive to kansas i just didn't make it in time. She has wind chimes over her grave and passed listening to the sound of the wind chime my great grandma left for me. two days after her passing marked the First Full Year since my grandpa passed away, i had a dream the night before where we drove around looking at christmas lights with people no longer in my life and he just looked so so sad. i am consistently physically alone; i facetime a couple friends but i go outside alone, sleep/wake up alone, eat alone, this has been going on since i left arizona in november Most of my time is spent completely alone.

ive tried new habits. i meditate and stretch in the morning and night. i read a page a day of a stoicism book my dad got me last year with a propeller hat. i see a therapist weekly, wake up earlier, even floss now. The complete back to back to back grief has left me no choice but to just Do Something. while i would Love to share something with someone its best i reserve it to myself, yet here i am vacantly sharing my last month to who knows who...

my friend invited me to see stop making sense last night in a farther town, showed the original film not the remastered and general admission was all standing and everyone acted as if it was a real concert dancing and singing. this was my 6th time seeing it in a theater. did not cry once yet celebrated the experience i have had and although i will never have anything quite like i did with someone quite like them, at least i had it for a good portion of my life. had to devote this must be the place to myself, foreign. to be completely transparent, i do miss them every day. i do not cry like i used to, i dont let myself get consumed by thought and feeling, ive grown more desensitized as time has passed, but i still miss them of course. i consistently see things that remind me of them even when theyre not on my mind and when sage died i wanted to reach out so terribly; reminisce of the fort we built where she slept with us and i had no one to talk to but my mom who was with her til the end. i didnt. i havent reached out. it is not my place given they were the one to leave i just will not keep reaching out and chasing someone who sounded so blatantly apathetic on our last phone call. i tell myself it was just a form of self preservation to them but yknow. like. that's it, i have no choice but to experience grief with self compassion and continue on, wherever that goes.

i may be starting TMS treatment , having magnets zap my brain 5 days a week, 6 weeks. i see a cardiologist on the 30th since my chest frequently hurts and both ekgs have concerns in the pause between beats. my pulse at resting is consistently around 120 yet my blood pressure is fine; who knows. well i guess ill know actually in 10 days. im finishing a vape, got a full pack of cigarettes ive yet to touch yet plan to quit smoking here soon in hopes it helps. maybe after my pack to eliminate temptation yet not waste my money... i bought it an hour before sage passed. i barely drink coffee and dont use energy drinks anymore i do what i can for my heart now.

atticus still sleeps with me, most nights. sometimes he wanders the living room when i cant sleep. im almost halfway through galapagos. i washed my sheets for the first time since buying them in august. im very much alone and this is all fine i tell myself. the stoicism has encouraged me to alter my perspective on things more rationally as opposed to the wired self deprecating and depression-based "take everything personally" thought processes ive had for 18 years. im on my phone significantly less and i even wrote a piece on piano i may share after this post. ive been transposing it to cello, my grandma requested.

i have no interest in perusing anyone anytime soon still, whether its still too early or what i think i do just Need to do these things alone for a while. ive never found sole stability in others, i learned this at 6 with my dad, yet while outside aid would help, it is not a requirement to live however. forgive me for how long this is and for leaving once again there are a few of you i used to talk to daily and now ive just got a few contacts in my phone.

despite chronic mental illness, mourning, loneliness, you name it, ive never taken this approach before. i will typically have a suicide attempt yet here i am doing a pancake stretch and ommm-ing every morning. i keep as busy as i can, today i went through every single thing i own to sort donations and the day before i deep cleaned. there is a box wrapped in a blanket of some of the things that remind me of them. i went through it today and brought out some things like the books theyve given me, it doesnt hurt as much anymore to remember. im donating the mugs i never gave them and the one theyd use at my house when theyd come over. all their letters havent been reread yet sit in between the photo of us in the cave. it was nice to see. i am so honored they let me, of all people, share these experiences with them. i am more thankful it happened then miserable itll never happen again; at least i had it for a while. i say this yet if a year passes and i hear from them, i would love to reconnect: hear how their life has been, what they've been doing, how their family is and if they are doing better. if this has helped. while for 6 years i believed they were really it for me, whether we ever dated or not ive always considered them the only one who Really Knew who i was, how i worked, you name it. although im "moving on" by taking care of myself more, it is upsetting to admit if i ever have a chance again, id take it in a heartbeat. i say this yet still believe Even if i do never get a chance, that's okay too. While i would, i dont anticipate it, rely on it, sit in denial "theyll surely come back," its alright if they never do. i live each day as if they never will yet to my core do know that i would try again

a knee ways .. i hope you, whoever reads, is doing okay, that you feel alright and what not. you dont have to feel good every day, but at the least alright i hope ... not sure if/when ill come back maybe just once a month im unsure yet .was just in a solid enough state to do this for a moment . wish you all well ,

[kings-highway]

I read Time Enough yesterday from start to finish (yes I had other things to do, no that did not stop me) and I am still thinking about it. I left a little comment but I wanted to say more. (Sorry if this is a bit incomprehensible, I'm Very tired)

Your angst is always written in such an immersive and impressive way, but this story in particular hit so strongly. I thought it was so well done. Everything Daichi did and felt was so believable. And the feelings of having to move through a life like that was absolutely heart breaking. The relationships were so believable and idk how to phrase it other than genuine? Realistic?

It was just such an intense and beautiful piece, and Daichi's journey/cycle of monotony to acting out to trying to find stability again was so well done and so relatable. I was right along with him at one point like "obviously he has to learn a lesson here, but come on he did! He's trying to live life more!" Only to realize at the end that he still really wasn't, not really, not in the way that really allowed him to appreciate it. It wasn't that he needed to appreciate life by acting more or less predictable, it's that he needed to learn to appreciate life by appreciating his own, by learning to take care of himself, by asking for help and letting others take care of him. I've read several of your stories now where this is a major theme for him and I was STILL too immersed in his mindset to see it right away! That's very good writing imo <3

If you want to answer (ik some people don't like explaining story choices and that's fine too! I have my theories) what moment in that last day was it that broke the loop? Or was there no one moment, but just the process of the day itself and those leading up to it that did it?

First, thank you so much for leaving such a lovely and sincere ask in my inbox. You've got my giggling and kicking my feet like a child on christmas. It means so much that someone like you is reading and appreciating my work 🤍🤍

Second, I dont mind answering at all! I know a few others had speculated regarding the circumstances of the time loop so I can definitely share my decision making process

[Spoilers for literally nearly every chapter of Time Enough below, if you havent read it yet.]

And the answer is... Nothing.

Though that doesnt mean it wasnt intentional on my part, that nothingness means something to me.

The logic of the time loop is simply "sometimes time gets stuck in a loop, and unfortunately this time Daichi is aware of it." There is no real reason why it breaks on that specific day that it does, it could have just as easily broken the day before or the day after or in twelve years.

While I played around with the idea of Daichi having to "break" it in some way, there was no version of that that didnt position someone in his life as more important than another, or incite further questions about the universe. (although it does make me giggle imagining if the second half took a sharp left turn into Daichi and Oikawa hunting and fighting aliens.)

You could read this story as a metaphor for depression or burnout, optionally.

The truth is, every choice Daichi made always mattered. Each day did not come with definitive evidence that it would loop again into the next, it just coincidentally did for approximately two years. As suddenly and jarringly as it breaks in the 11th chapter, that could have been any chapter. Thats why so many end with the 00:00 moment, because it wasn't a given and it was important to mention. What would have happened if it had broken after he's slept with and romanced Oikawa? [Would he have pursued this new connection? left it as a one night stand? how would his life have moved forward after that kind of insane connection as Oikawa would believe he had his time loop experience?] What would have happened if it had broken after Tendou had been hit by the truck? [Tendou would be dead - what will he tell anyone?] What if it had broken after punching Iwaizumi? While he's standing, frostbitten in Iceland? After any random day he thought didnt matter? After he kills himself?

Daichi was never any more safe from his consequences in the loop as he was in linear time, he just got lucky.

And thats the point. How many times have you [the reader] skipped a class because its "boring and repetive?" phone in an essay because its "just" 10%? declined to hang out with a friend you havent seen in a while because "eh, maybe next weekend."

Choices always matter. Even if you think you have calculated the worst possible end, every single day has the ability to dramatically shift the direction of your life if you use it right. There is no such thing as a day that doesnt matter.

As a metaphor for depression and burnout, you're absolutely right. Daichi's loop is broken the moment he tells Suga that he'll let him take care of him. The moment he admits there's a problem and makes a promise he intends to keep. The act of loving and being loved in return is scary and difficult but sometimes it is the only way to succeed. [Its important here to mention that this is not romantic love I refer to.] And that means trying. Agreeing to do something you think is pointless [Daichi doesnt believe a psychiatrist can help; its a time loop] but he trusts Suga anyway and agrees sincerely.

As a story, it was nothing anyone did.

Daichi just got lucky that when the loop broke he was safe and surrounded by people who would care for him.

Free will and individual agency are massive themes in my stories and perhaps thats just a product of my own current age and experience. I think in a lot of ways I havent quite gotten the hang of it myself even if I understand it in my mind. Understanding it intuitively is a lot harder.

But it gets a little bit easier for me when I can write it out and share it with people like you who care as much for these characters and stories and appreciate them in the same way.

Thank you so much for asking <3 Inbox is always open and yall can message me any time if you wanna chat about anything to just scream. [The chickens in my brain will do their best to scream back.]