#i’m being so responsible i even have tea. suck on that

[snzluv3r]

have a literal pharmacy on my nightstand along with a portable steamer and a heated eye mask for my sinuses haha i am determined to feel less like shit by tomorrow but it is resulting in a lot of sneezing and coughing and i feel like i am in a sickfic

[insanechayne]

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[hynzsn]

★ MARKED ★

☆ choi minho x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> alpha!minho x omega!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: omegaverse, dominant!minho x submissive!reader, possesive!minho, scenting, biting, kissing, tongue kissing, swearing, cock touching, growling, neck nuzzling

wc: 0.8k

summary: minho has to leave for work, but he’s stopped when he feels the sudden urge to mark you, his husband.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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"hey, baby. I gotta run," minho murmured, taking his briefcase and bending in to give you a quick but heartfelt kiss on the cheek.

“meeting with a new client at 9am. can’t be late.”

you, still sipping your morning tea, glanced up at minho, your eyes still groggy.

“mm-hmm, okay. have a good day, love.”

minho turned to leave, but something about the way, your hair looked messy and your eyes were still puffy from sleep caught his attention. an intense yearning and possessiveness suddenly overcame him.

he put down his briefcase and turned to fix his gaze on your neck.

“hold on, baby,” minho said, his voice low and husky.

“i need a minute.”

you raised an eyebrow, but minho was already closing in.

minho gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to the side and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

your eyes fluttered closed as minho took a deep breath, his alpha senses were on high alert.

“fuck… you smell so good, baby,” minho whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

your hands instinctively went to minho’s hips, pulling him closer.

“you’re gonna be late,” you whispered back, your voice laced with arousment.

“i don’t care,” minho growled, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of sleep, tea, and honey.

his alpha instincts went into overdrive, and he could feel his cock stirring in his slacks.

you let out a soft moan as minho’s tongue traced the curve of your neck.

“minho… you’re being so extra…”

“i’m just showing my baby some love,” minho replied, his voice muffled against your skin.

he sucked gently on the sensitive skin, making your eyes roll back.

“minho… stop… you’re going to make me-”

your words trailed off as minho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

“stop?” he repeated, his voice nothing but a soft purr.

“i’m not stopping, baby,” minho whispered.

minho’s desire for you was all-consuming, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his beloved mate.

“just one bite, baby, come on.”

“i need to mark you again. make sure you’re carrying my scent all day. make sure everyone knows you’re taken.”

minho’s hands dove deeper, his fingers brushing against your hardened cock.

“see, you’re so responsive. baby. i’ll be quick. i promise.”

the air in the kitchen was quickly filling with the combined aroma of your bond.

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with a growl of possessiveness, minho backed you against the kitchen’s island, his gaze never leaving yours.

your submissive nature had caused you to melt under minho’s touch, your body relaxing in surrender. you tilted your head to the side, completely baring you neck for minho.

it was an invitation, a silent plea for minho to carry on.

minho growled in approval, leaning back in and letting his fangs graze the sensitive skin of your neck.

“mine.”

minho smiled, his fangs elongating as his eyes glowed with a primal need.

he bit down on your neck, his fangs breaking the skin as he injected his venom into your bloodstream.

you cried out, your body arching off the kitchen island, as you felt minho’s burning mark into your skin.

minho inhaled deeply. your scent was changing, increasing, and becoming even sweeter. he was reveling in the knowledge that he was the cause.

with another growl of satisfaction, he pulled back, knowing that his marking was complete.

you whimpered at the loss of contact, your neck throbbing where minho had bitten you.

minho’s eyes softened as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around minho’s neck as you deepened the kiss.

minho slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting your tongues dance together.

he had taken his hands out of your pajamas, and they were now roaming around your body.

the kiss went on until minho pulled back.

you didn't have it in you to break the kiss; in fact, if it went on for hours, you wouldn't have complained.

“fuck, i gotta go,” minho said, adjusting his suit jacket that had become slightly disheveled during your little marking session.

“but tonight, we’re finishing this, baby. i promise.”

you smiled, still a bit dazed as you tried to gain your composure, finally coming off the kitchen’s island.

“you better… you know, this counts as edging.”

minho grabbed his briefcase, but not before giving you another quick peck on the lips.

“have i ever let you down before, baby?”

he smirked, finally heading towards the door, leaving you with his scent and his mark.

"i love you, baby,” he called out.

"love you too.”

[bluejutdae]

Insomniacs | Bang Chan x you

synopsis: Chan is your roommate and you both have trouble with insomnia

Another sleepless night. Another night of tossing and turning. Another headache that you can feel starting at the back of your head. There’s really no point in staying in bed anymore, but you have to be quiet cause your roommate is maybe asleep, and you don’t wanna risk waking him up.

You wander through the apartment and end up in the kitchen, maybe some chamomile tea would help? After you heard noises from Chan’s room, too loud to be just him moving in his sleep, it’s easy to decide to make two cups and leave his on the kitchen table.

On nights like this, standing up is a chore. You’re tired to the bones, but your brain doesn’t seem to have received the message: awake, loud and a bit mean, it’s more awake than ever. Just few minutes later, your hear soft steps getting closer, and Chan finds you sitting on the kitchen floor. Your back to the cabinets door, warm mug between your hands, a warm substitute for real affection.

“No sleep tonight, uh?” Chan grabs his mug and raises it in a mock toast in your direction. He then sits at your side, knee knocking in yours and his head hits with a soft thud the kitchen furniture. You answer with a quiet hum and a shake of your head.

“Wanna talk about it?” You can’t help a smile from appearing on your face. Chan is always so gentle, so caring, that falling deep for him was way too easy and natural. “There’s not much to talk about. What about you?”

“Bad dream. Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you wanna talk?”

The two of you do this sometimes, you sit on the floor and talk about everything and nothing. There are only few things you’ll never tell each other: you’re never confessing to him, he’s never telling you he’s felt alone for so long before you arrived, you’re never telling him he’s the best part of your life.

He nods and sips his chamomile. “I heard sharks likes to be pet by subs.” One topic is as good as the other, but it gets the conversation started…

[…]

It’s hours later when he says: “…and so they broke up”, he concludes the story about a couple of his friends and their messy romance.

“That’s sad, tho. The idea of loving someone so much but not being able to be with them.” You’re looking in front of you, Chan’s face on the left of your visual field. You know what’s like to love someone but not being with him, watching him and being happy about his accomplishments but only doing it as a friend, as a roommate.

“Mh”, he nods and picks at the skin of his thumb with his teeth. “That sucks, you’re right. I hope they’ll manage to solve their problems and finally be happy.” With his head still resting on the cabinet’s door, he turns it towards you. “Are you happy?”

Your first instinct is to scoff. Your second instinct is to cry. Are you happy? What are you gonna answer Chan?

“I don’t know.” Your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he heard you. You’re about to drop the subject when he makes an inquisitive sound. Have you always been weak in front of Chan? Have you always given him all he asked for? “I don’t know, Chan. I have pretty much everything I need, I should be happy, right? I have a decent job, a pretty apartment, friends, health…” your sentence hangs incomplete. You know what is missing, but you can’t say it.

How do you tell your roommate you love him? How do you tell him you’d be happy if he were yours? How do you tell someone they’re the reason you keep smiling day by day without weighting them of the burden, the responsibility? And even if you were brave enough (and selfish enough) to tell him, then what if he doesn’t reciprocate and you lose him?

“It’s okay to want more.” Too kind, too good.

“What about you?” You ask, maybe he’ll forget your words.

“Are you asking me if I’m happy or if I want more?” What are you asking? You’re not sure, so you shrug, letting him pick for you. “I am happy.” he says, and then Chan does something that in all the late night talks you shared he has never done: he reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. His palm is warm against yours, bigger, you can feel his callous on his fingers. “I could be happier,” he continues. “I want more, too.”

How can something so simple as holding hands make your heart race? Why are you suddenly so warm and happy? “It’s okay to want more” you repeat his words.

Chan’s face opens up in a beautiful smile and you blush so hard you can only hide your face, letting your head rest on his shoulder, hands still clasped together.

Later, you’ll kiss. Later, you’ll both confess, reciprocated feeling and plans for the future. Later, you’ll decide to make it official, so there’ll never be misunderstandings in this. But for now, the sun rising catches you unmoved. Hands clasped, heads resting close and you both asleep. You’re gonna regret falling asleep sitting in the kitchen floor, but this was the best late night talk for you two, so a cricked neck and achy asses are worth it.

[welcometomypersonalhell098]

Don’t Imagine with Jade Leech…

Warning: None! As far as I’m aware. Some weird mushroom? It does “bleed” but not much detail

author’s note: this is my first ficpost!! planning on a floyd ver for suresies >:) (god no one is gonna see this this is so self indulgent)

1.3k words, fluff, pre-relationship

DON’T Imagine…that for once you didn’t have to worry about overblots or whatever latest shenanigans your friends had gotten up to. Everyone was in their own little bubbles, even Grim who had pounced on the chance to attend a Heartslabyul tea party. For once, there was only peace and you couldn’t be more relieved. You decide to take a leisurely stroll through the halls of NRC. Why not? You could stand to learn more about the place that you call home now. (You wonder if it will be that way indefinitely.)

Don’t think about peering into the science classroom while being sucked into the vortex that was your own thoughts and finding Jade shouldering on hiking gear. The equipment was bulky yet swung across his back effortlessly as he took stock of his stuff. You spot a lantern peeking from the side of his overcoat and a compass on a backpack strap. You blink and realize this must be the “Mountain Lovers” Club that Jade himself had told you about in passing. You recall that conversation with a weird fondness. Jade Leech was most certainly a man to be wary of—that was a fact without question. But, in the moment you showed interest in his little club: you saw his eyes shine with a wholesome joy. That is not a passion a person could fake, you were sure of it.

“Prefect? Can I help you?”

Oh, certainly do not think about how you were caught staring. Jade’s eyebrow crooks upward with the beginnings of a crooked smirk creeping up his face. You clear your throat and ask where he was going. Try not to think about how you feel like you walked in on something intimate. Don’t, because your face is warm. You don’t miss the way his face brightens ever so slightly under the usual mask of cunning.

“Ah. I am heading to the mountains. It is a little ways from the school gate, and yet I have yet to scale it. I wish to correct that today.” You hum in response. It wasn’t like you had much else to do today, and Jade wasn’t bad company—to you at least. It was hard to tell with him; like any day now could be the day the other shoe drops. You know that. And yet, you ask to join him.

“You…Want to?” He says, the shock written all over his face. It shifts back just as quickly as it came into the Jade’s usual polite expression. “Fuhuhu…I would not want to turn you away after you asked so nicely after all. “

In a few hours, you and Jade were well on your way up the mountain. The journey was mostly quiet as the two of you walk side by side absorbing the peacefulness into your very bones. Sunlight streams through leaves above you and warm your skin, the chittering of woodland birds becomes the soundtrack, and the crunching of sticks accent your footfalls. Interspersed among beats of comfortable silence was Jade’s stops to examine mushroom specimens for his terrariums.

He halts you with a hand on your wrist for one of these stops(don’t think about how it stops your heart singlehandedly) and crouches to a mushroom though it looks to you much more like an open pomegranate. “A ‘Bleeding Tooth’,” Jade says with a hushed awe in his voice, “It secretes a thick red liquid—hence the name. Despite that, it is completely nonpoisonous. What a most fascinating specimen.” The name was indeed scary sounding. You crouch down next to Jade for a better look, and you can’t help but agree with wonder.

There is a pause. As you look at this most strange looking growth, Jade peers at you. “Creepy. Is it not?” He says nonchalantly. You blink up at him. He looks back with a glint in his eye that you feel as familiar. You just can’t quite recall from where. But it makes you feel wrong inside. “Mushrooms are a particularly extraordinary part of land ecosystems,” He continues, “They do not hunt or hide. But they will be the ones to dispose of all life eventually and make it anew. And if something, or someone, were to stop them…well there’s been enough proof of its power.”

Ah. You remember now. His yellow eye draws you in like an angler fish draws in prey. You cannot help but liken this scene to when you first met Jade in the Coral Sea—when he was swimming circles around you and merely toying with his food.

“It is a little scary, is it not?” Jade Leech says again. You stare. And Jade stares back. Something in the back of your mind supplies the nature of Jade’s unique magic to you. It does nothing to stifle the tension in the air that threatens to suffocate you. You wonder, if there was any part of Jade that wanted to make you bleed like the mushroom he so admired.

“Not really.” You reply as you turn back to the fungi. Jade makes a tilt of his head. “Really, now?” You nod. “I mean, that’s how they survive, right? They grow in bright colors and weird shapes to make sure they can live. It’s not like we can fault them for that,” You point to the oozing mass in front of you both, “Isn’t that what every living thing wants? And it’s pretty important that they decompose stuff, since it recycles nutrients. If anything, doesn’t it make them pretty essential?”

You look over at Jade again: “They don’t tend to hurt the living unless somebody decides to mess with it. And some don’t have any effects at all. It’d be weird to lump them all together like that.”

Jade stares. And you stare back. Something imperceivable happens within his mind and you find yourself wishing you could peer inside. He smiles. “I knew bringing you along would be most fruitful.” And he stoops down to take the Bleeding Tooth with him.

You’ve been walking for a few hours at this point. The two of you chat more freely now after that little pitstop. You find yourself slowing as you hike higher and higher up the mountain: apparently you severely misjudged the fitness and experience required for such a journey. Your hiking partner’s mirth in his eyes cannot be overstated and you shoot him a look. He plays it off masterfully with a faux offended look that you would even say such a thing. You nudge his side. He laughs. Despite his ribbing, he lends you his hand to pass the rougher terrain. Do not think about how your fingers lace perfectly against each other. Do not think about how when you make it across the felled tree in the way; Jade takes a few seconds longer than necessary to pull away.

At last, the you two make it to the top and the view was worth your pain and more. It was gorgeous: the sun casting hues of orange, yellow, and pink as it sets across the vastness of the mountain below you. Every tree and bush looked like strokes of a paintbrush on the ethereal work of art. You turn excitedly to Jade at your side to point out the way the clouds frame the scene—and are met with his expression examining your own. You dared not put a name to it, but it made your heart race in a way you didn’t know it could. Do not even think about classifying Jade’s expression as “fond” or god forbid “admiring.”

Because then, it would mean your heart would be as good as his.

[mixtape-racha]

stupid boy | kim seungmin

one thing you had learnt over the course of your arrangement with seungmin was that he would do anything to please you // 18+, minors dni

words: 3.21k // warnings: fwb to potential lovers, praise, service top!seungmin, dom!reader, spanking, choking, slapping, sucking on fingers, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, reader is referred to as mommy, reader calls seungmin pup/puppy

seungmin had been pissing you off, and he knew it.

ever since you started screwing around together, you’d both made it clear that it was okay for the other to sleep with other people - you weren’t a couple, you weren’t exclusive, so if the other wanted to sleep with someone else, that was okay.

the only other rules you had were that if you were bringing a partner back to your shared apartment off campus, let the other person know and keep the noise at a respectable level if the other roommate was at home.

worst of all, they were seungmin’s rules and he was the one breaking them to rile you up.

every time he brought a girl home, he would be obnoxiously loud to the point that even earplugs weren’t helping you. every time you brought a guy home, he would be extra annoying - complaining at the noise, complaining that someone was over, or making some lame excuse for them to leave.

“i really did have a headache, (y/n). the pain medication must’ve kicked in just after he left. but- you know, i think i’m starting to get a fever. be a sweetheart and make me some tea, please?”

god, how you wanted to slap him.

unfortunately, he’d enjoy that too much.

the next time you initiated a hookup with seungmin, you truly thought he was aware of the punishment he was about to receive for the way he’d been acting. you were majorly wrong.

you had placed the blue collar he liked wearing while he fucked you out on your bed, along with a sweet pair of baby blue laced panties, before you had left for class. sending him a simple message, informing him of your plans with him when you returned from your lecture.

a small smile graced your features at his response once you were seated in your class. a simple “yes mommy” and he had you ready to ravish him.

this ninety minutes needed to pass fast.

however, back at the apartment, seungmin had other plans. he would never admit it, but he liked riling you up because he knew it would make the sex so much more rewarding. it would be harsher, you’d speak to him like he was worthless and he was obsessed with it. the way you’d slap him and call him a dumb mutt, god, even the thought of it had him hardening in the pretty blue panties you’d so kindly laid out for him.

surely you wouldn’t be mad if he made himself cum a couple of times before you were back, right? he’d (in his opinion) been so good the last few days, and you knew it was hard for him to control himself knowing what was waiting for him upon your return. so maybe, you wouldn’t be upset with him, right?

not that it mattered anyway, he was already leaking, his pre-cum staining the panties so prettily. his body seemed to decide before he could make up his mind, because his hand was trailing down his body, cupping his bulge as he let out a whimper.

with his large hand grasped around the tent in his panties, seungmin felt like he was flying. sure, it was nothing compared to what being inside you felt like, but the scent of you surrounded him and it had his mind spinning.

laying spread across your bed, seungmin threw his head back into your pillow as he palmed himself. he knew he shouldn’t touch without your permission, but it was just too tempting - how was he supposed to control himself?

he couldn’t even bring himself to rid the panties from his body completely, opting to tuck the material under his balls so he was fully on display. the material rubbing against his body gave him an extra wave of adrenaline, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed in your pretty cunt and drooling into your neck.

he spat on his palm, wrapping his slender fingers around his cock, and god he could’ve came on the spot. it had been so long since you touched him, and no one else could compare to the way you made him feel. he stroked himself gently, lip tucked under his teeth as he hissed.

his mind was swirling with images of you - you pinning him to your bed while you sucked him dry, you riding him with his wrists cuffed to your bed frame, you pulling him closer by his collar to kiss him full of drool and lust, you, you, you.

he was enamored, obsessed, utterly under your spell. just the simple thought of you walking through the door to see what a mess you’d made him, had his hips bucking into his hand, whines and pleas falling from, his lips effortlessly.

the movement of his wrist sped up, hurling him towards release faster than he’d ever been before. the scent of you, the images in his mind, the thought of what you’d do to him when he got back - it was all too much. he needed to be inside you more than he needed oxygen, needed to hear you degrade him for being so desperate for your perfect cunt.

with a pathetic whine, curses fell from his drool-slick lips. “hnng, fuck- oh god, mommy, please-!”

warm strings of cum spurted from his cockhead, tip angrily red and he twitched against his palm. that may have been the best orgasm he’d ever given himself. he couldn't even help the way he collected him cum in his fingers, sticking the white-coated digits in his mouth.

nothing could compare to the way you’d make him choke on your finger covered in his cum after he’d made a mess on your tits, but for now this was enough. what was it you’d usually say to him? ‘that’s it, pretty puppy. clean up the mess you made like a good boy, yeah? mommy’s perfect boy.’

even the memory of you forcing your fingers into his throat had him whining around his own digits, cock already hardening again. he was insatiable when it came to you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be apologetic for it. you were just so perfect. an angel sent just for him.

he was so lost in his own fantasies, that he didn’t even hear the front door open. didn’t hear you walking down the hall, kicking off your shoes and throwing down your bag. didn’t hear you come into your bedroom, taking in his fucked out state and the mess he’d made of your bed.

you tutted, pulling him out of his thoughts. “now, puppy. what’s this? couldn’t wait for mommy to come home, no?”

he whined around his fingers, looking up at you doe-eyed as you crossed the room to meet him on your ruined duvet.

“thought you were gonna be a good boy for me, pup,” you sighed, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and stroking his flushed cheek. “wasn’t the thought of mommy’s pussy enough reason to behave?”

he whimpered and shook his head rapidly, the thought of not being able to fuck you making him regret all his actions. you simply watched as tears welled in his eyes and he grasped your wrist, trying to pull you closer to his desperate form.

“no, mommy. wanted to be good- tried really hard! just needed you so, so bad!” he pouted, fingers clinging to your skin. you almost felt bad for him, willing to show some sympathy by pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“you’re still mommy’s good boy, baby. but you know you have to be punished for touching without permission, don’t you?”

you didn’t miss the way his eyes widened - you could be relatively harsh with your punishments, and he was always scared the night would end with his cock stuffed in a cage, unable to cum until you saw fit.

his eyes darted to your bedside table, where you kept your plethora of sex toys, and your suspicions were confirmed. he was such a sensitive puppy, you couldn’t help but coo at him, lovingly.

“not the cage, baby boy. mommy wouldn’t do that to you. now, be honest for you, my beautiful boy, how many times did you cum, hmm?”

“just once mommy, i promise! a-and i cleaned up my mess too!” he whimpered, rubbing his cheek into the palm that was still caressing it.

you cooed again, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “i know, my pup. mommy still has to give you a spanking though, okay? just ten, and then i’ll let you touch me how you want, yeah?”

while your tone may have seemed condescending, the way seungmin’s eyes glazed over was proof of how much he enjoyed being babied by you. he nodded enthusiastically, learning very quickly into your arrangement that his punishment would be so much easier if he took it like the good boy he was.

you gently stroked his soft, brown hair, sitting on the edge of the bed and gesturing for him to lean over your lap. “that’s my good boy. you’re mommy’s best boy, you know?” you coaxed, rubbing the skin of his ass gently as he settled against your thighs.

he preened at the praise, hips wiggling slightly as if he was wagging his tail. you’d always found it endearing how puppy-like he truly was.

with a gentle whisper of affirmation to him, your hand came down harshly on seungmin’s ass - a red patch outlining your fingers forming almost instantly. but yet, he was a good boy. he took his punishment without complaint, even counting the number of spanks out loud without needing to be ask.

he barely even squirmed or flinched the entire time, making your heart soften. you wholeheartedly adored the way he’d do anything to please you. ten spanks later, and you returned to gently caressing the bruising skin across the expanse of seungmin’s behind.

“my beautiful pup, you took it so well. i’m so, so proud of you, my gorgeous boy.” you cooed, helping him to sit on his knees on the bed next to you. “mommy’s gonna treat you so good now, baby, how do you want me today, hmm?”

you never really let seungmin have clear control over the position you fucked in, so he knew he was in for a treat. and honestly, with how fucked out he was the second you touched him, all intentions of punishing him for his behavior over the past few weeks melted away. you just wanted to care for him and make him feel good.

he took a second to contemplate his options, the expression on his face clearly emphasizing that as you petted his hair softly. his hands were sat upon his thighs, curled up in fists, which you had learned very early was to stop himself from touching you without permission. he always found it hard to keep his hands to himself around you, but he also thrived on having rules in places and the rewards that came from following them as well as he could.

“could you-” he cleared his throat as his voice broke slightly, face flushing a soft hue of red in embarrassment. “i mean, could i fuck you in missionary? wanna watch how good i make you feel please, mommy…”

oh how your heart jumped.

“of course, angel. why don’t you help mommy undress, hmm?”

he scrambled to do so, hands almost tearing the buttons from your shirt in his rush. once your shirt was successfully removed - and no buttons lost - he pulled you onto his lap so he could reach behind you and unclasp your lacy bra. you knew seungmin had an ungodly obsession with your tits, loving the feeling of them pressed against him as he held you close, so you allowed him to indulge for the moment.

once the straps had slipped down your shoulders, you moved back to toss the material across the room and seungmin almost drooled at the sight of the plump flesh. its like his eyes were glued to the way your nipples had hardened, the buds practically inviting him to wrap his lips around them - but that could wait. he needed to be inside you right now.

words lacking him, seungmin’s fingertips grazed your waist and he pouted at you, eyes shining. you took his unspoken ask of you to rid yourself of your skirt and panties, laying on the bed and chuckling at him.

“come on then, puppy, make mommy feel good. you’re so hard, my poor baby, it must be hurting now, hmm? come let mommy’s pussy make it feel better.” you cooed, spreading your legs for him to see how wet you were.

your folds were glistening, and all thoughts left seungmin’s head. its like he was in heat, the only thing he comprehend was that he needed to fuck, needed to cum, needed to make you feel good.

whimpering, he positioned himself on his knees between your legs, grasping his cock and rubbing the tip along as soaked folds. you held back your gasp at the contact - you didn’t want to overexcited seungmin and take this moment of bliss away from him. if he caught wind of how much he affected you, he’d put your pleasure solely above his right now, and you wanted him to indulge himself with a little of the control he so easily gave up to you.

you hooked your ankles over his calves, practically caging him in position and encouraging him to finally enter you - which he gladly did. and it felt delicious. while seungmin wasn’t exactly the girthiest you’d ever taken, he definitely made up for it in length. and the curve of his cock allowed him to reach your most sensitive spots almost instantly.

you both let out a moan as he finally bottomed out inside you, and you swore you’d never felt so full. the way seungmin’s cock fit inside you would never be something you got used to. you could practically feel every throb, every vein. it was heavenly.

you allowed seungmin to take a moment to compose himself - he had been known to cum as soon as he entered you on numerous occasions - before he started shallowly thrusting into you. almost instantly he threw his head into the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering like the overwhelmed puppy he was.

“that’s my good boy,” you groaned, finding a fistful of his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “feels better, right? fit so perfectly inside me.”

his hips stuttered at your praise, but he quickly found his rhythm again, gaining more speed and confidence as your legs tightened around him. he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have to fight off an impending orgasm, and he was determined to make you finish before he released inside of you.

his hand that wasn’t holding him up snaked down between your bodies, leaving delicate caresses over your clit, causing you to tense and clench around seungmin’s length. your back arched off the bed, the rush of pleasure from his nimble fingers hiring you closer to your release - although nothing could make you more aroused than the fucked out look on seungmin’s face as he pouted down at you, desperate to see you cum.

“what do you need, baby? wanna suck on mommy’s fingers? C’mon, pup, tell me.” you whined, wanting nothing more than to give him the level of stimulation he was currently providing you.

he glanced down at your hands, contemplating, before his words let his mouth in a fucked out pant. 

“throat, please. wanna feel you choke me, mommy, please.”

and what else could you do but comply?

the second you reached up and wrapped your hand around seungkin’s delicious throat, he let out a sound that could only be described as a howl, before he began fucking you with much more enthusiasm and vigor than before.

his fingers sped up on your clit, eyes screwed shut as he tried to keep the warm forming in his abdomen at bay. he couldn’t cum before you, he just couldn’t. he’d feel like he’d let you down, that he hadn’t done his job properly, so he refused.

halting the movement of his hips, he added extra pressure to your clit and leant down, wrapping his soft lips around one of your nipples. nipping with his teeth, sucking the delicate skin like a man starved. it was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

you tugged on his hair, pants and gasps leaving your lips in fast pace, coil tightening in your abdomen faster than ever before.

“seung- oh, fuck me, pup, please. c’mon baby boy, move for me. wanna feel you cum inside me, yeah? need you to fuck mommy full, please angel.”

he could never deny such a request, moving his hips slowly as to not lose his placement on your chest. switching to the other nipple, he moaned against you, the vibration giving you a stimulation you didn’t know could affect you so much.

“so close, angel boy, go a bit faster for mommy, yeah? let me watch you fall apart, wanna see that pretty face.”

reluctantly pulling his mouth away from you, he opted to lean his forehead against yours, speeding his movements again as you both sped towards your release. even still, his fingers on your bundle of nerves didn’t relent, and your hands found their way back to his hair.

as you clenched harder on him, his hips faltered, losing his pace as he teetered towards the edge. you moved a hand to grip his face, squishing his cheeks together and forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“look at mommy while you cum, yeah? such a gorgeous sight for me.”

he whined again, drool pooling around the edges of his mouth and threatening to fall out, and his words came out slurred.

“pretty mommy, look so pretty when you cum for puppy. my mommy.”

the praise had your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head, seungmin had never been particularly talkative during sex and his words almost ruined you for anyone else.

with a light pinch on your clit, seungmin had you free-falling over the edge, cumming harder than anyone had ever made you before. the tightening of your core squeezed him just right to have him cum in time with you, and it was almost cute how well it was timed.

he fought to keep his eyes open like you asked, arms shaking under him as he tried not to collapse on you in his pleasure. you, on the other hand, had a hard time letting him pull out after you both rode out your highs, almost crying out as you felt his length leave you.

he flopped on the bed next to you, hair bouncing adorably as he curled into your side.

“see, why would you sleep with anyone else when i can fuck you like that?” he mumbled, rubbing his face against the arm he cradled so delicately.

you chuckled through your tired pants, caressing his hair as you looked over at him with a smile.

“you’re right. don’t need anyone else when i’ve got you, do i?”

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[asvterias]

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 (𝟤)

Part 1 | Part 3

Warnings: 18+ Content, Explicit Smut, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Nail Scratching, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink & Dom!Reader x Sub!Jaime

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Best Friend!Milagro x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.2k+

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Author’s Note: I haven’t written smut in such a long time, so it might be a little rusty.

Spanish Translations

“mi amor.” — “my love.”

“Oh mierda, (Y/N)!” — “Oh shit, (Y/N)!”

“Santo joder, Jaime!” — “Holy fuck, Jaime!”

“Soy todo tuyo y tú eres todo mío.” — “I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”

“I don’t know..” he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe…I’m just confused right now.”

“May I remind you that you wanted us to be a casual fuck from time to time, and besides we also agreed on seeing other people.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Yeah, but what? You want to change your mind now?”

“Actually, I do.”

You paused from doing your mascara, making eye contact in the mirror with him. Of course, you weren’t expecting that answer. His statement rendered you speechless, allowing the silence to overtake the room. You gulped silently, intently watching him stalk toward you, almost in a patronizing manner to tease you even further. You were frozen, unaware of what he might do to you and it kind of turned you on. The small thud of the mascara tube dropping on the vanity brought you back to your senses.

“…We shouldn’t do this, Jaime.” you lightly warn the boy. Jaime remains silent, making you consistently aware that he is gorgeously checking you out from behind. He made you so flustered to the point that you were stupidly smitten with him that it was almost ridiculous. It was a miracle that you couldn’t see a black girl’s blush.

“Milagro‘s gonna be back soon.” Your tone was soft.

The air was still tense as he nodded, his eyes still intently focused on your ass. Nervously, you began to play with your braids as your body squirmed under his gaze. The things that Jamie made you feel were out of this world. You held your breath, dilated dark brown eyes studying his every move that he made. It was a gust of his infamous cologne that gave his sudden presence away, noticing his breathing was lingering on you. You shudder, minor goosebumps forming on your arms.

“Then, we just have to be quick, don’t we?” You swear that you could’ve felt his hard dick straining against his pants.

“Listen here Jaime—“ You were cut off by hands roughly wrapped around your throat, raising your head, catching an upside down angle of the 22-year-old. A warm pair of lips was planted onto yours, reclaiming full jealousy as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. In a matter of seconds, the inviting kiss escalated into sexual tension, quickly heating the aura of the bedroom.

He assured you to stand up as you watched yourselves in the mirror. His mouth was attached to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin, creating hickeys. You whimper in response, spurring Jaime to continue as his hands possessively explore your body, grabbing at whatever he can.

Jaime hoists up your dress, fisting the fabric as he rubs your thighs. “You should wear a dress more often,” he breaks away from the heated kiss, “Shows your beautiful curves alongside your stunning brown skin.”

“I never actually agreed to this date..” You grew disappointed at the loss of his swollen lips on yours as he pulled away, panting when he spun you around to face him directly. Gazing into his eyes, there was lust swimming in there but also pure love. “I just wanted to make you jealous.”

It was taking everything in him not to manhandle you and have you in every which way. His thoughts were dirty, unable to be contained in his mind any longer. He needed his release and he needed it now!

“I know....” he whispers, hastily resuming your kiss again in a passionate manner. Not breaking the make out, his hands found themselves on your waist, and your hands became tangled into his curly hair.

You lift one knee to his groin, seeking his hard-on as he lowly grunts at the sensation. You replaced your knees with your hand, grabbing his clothed dick, and a surprised groan escaped his lips as you stared deep into his eyes, completely dilated with lust.

“This is mine…” your words drip with dominance as you feel his cock pulsate upon your slightly tightened grip. “Not some other bitch! It’s all mine…isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

He shakes his head in agreement, controlled by only your words. You lean into his ear, your voice raspy, “I want to hear words, my pretty boy.”

“Yes, I’m all yours…” He stutters out, clarifying your dominance over him. You desperately remove his shirt, revealing his abs and he flexes his muscles. Ever since he became Blue Beetle, he was more active in the gym, gaining a strong build. Let’s just say that you weren’t definitely complaining when you had him all to yourself.

You trail your finger across his abs, lightly teasing his nipples, drinking in his sexy body. You place open-mouthed kisses on his abs, cherishing him like this was your last time doing it.

It finally felt like forever when you two landed on the bed.

You sexily crawl on top of him, straddling his lap as you unbuckle his jeans. It was quick to take off his pants, and you were even quicker to discard his underwear. You chuckle, seeing his hard cock spring up, slapping up against his stomach.

While he was preoccupied with marking you all over, you unhooked your bra, letting him see your chest bare. It was nothing that he wasn’t used to by now.

Squeezing your clothed panty, you gasp as he chuckles looking down at you. “I haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already soaking. You’re a little needy whore for me, and only for me. No one else gets to see you like this one else gets to make you feel like this but me.”

You resisted the temptation to roll your eyes at his cocky behavior, allowing him to have his way with you. God, he was cocky and you embarrassingly praised him for it for doing your body wonders.

His hands wrap around your hips, guiding you to create immense pleasure for the both of you.

“There was no other girl..it was always you..never someone else.” He confessed.

“Oh, trust me—“ You lined Jaime’s erection and lowered yourself on his cock under his watchful eyes. He groaned as he felt your walls slowly wrap around him, witnessing your cunt take every inch of his dick, entirely swallowing him up all warm and snug.

“I knew there was no other girl.” You sucked in your breath, staying completely still. “You’re a horrible liar, Reyes.”

One of his hands trailed down the middle of your back, drifting down to the flesh of your ass, squeezing it. You raised your hips and slowly sunk back down, feeling so full.

“Oh mierda, (Y/N)!” His moans were music to your ears.

His mouth turned up at the corner, his eyes raking over your breasts as they bounced up and down. Your brown nipples were pointed proudly towards him, begging for attention. Jaime took one of the buds between his fingers and pinched lightly, eliciting a moan from you.

Your nails scratch his lower stomach, slowly dragging across his abdomen as you begin to move slowly. Finding a steady rhythm to anchor yourself with struck a new nerve in you.

“Santo joder, Jaime!”

“Soy todo tuyo y tú eres todo mío.”

Your movements were nice and slow, just a decent tempo for Jaime. Slow and passionate sex was more intimate for Jaime. He preferred passionate sex, which gave him unlimited time to worship and analyze your body’s reactions to spur your orgasms into mind-blowing ones.

You hungrily reconnected your swollen lips onto Jaime’s own, desperately muffling your moans, yet wanting to listen to them to edge you on.

To feel him agonizingly stretch you out so deliciously made you feel like you were in heaven. The room echos a mixture of panting, moaning, skin slapping, and various other sounds.

You began to intensify your pace, feeling hands grope your breasts, fondling and squeezing them. Soon enough, your movements became sloppy as the intense orgasm approached.

“Oh fuck,” You stammer out, riding out your high to the brink of ecstasy. Your arms drop from his shoulder, as you tip your head back. The movement became much slower, losing its regular pace.

Jaime ran out of patience and harshly gripped you by the hips, forcing you to endure an inhumane speed. You were sure that Khaji-Da was informing Jaime that his endocrine and testosterone levels were rising at the stake but he blocked out the other voice. He was too engrossed in the moment with you, and he disregarded any interruption.

“Oh fuck, shit! Jaime, go faster!” You encourage him, letting him have complete power over your body. You rest your head into the crook of his neck, exhausted from holding your head up and your braids cascade on his back as he continues to roughly fuck you.

And he listens to your command, increasing his speed, making sure to hit the right spots to have you blabbering out incoherent words and barely keep you sore from your waist down in the next few hours.

“You’re doing so good, mi amor.”

Too fucked out by bliss, Jaime steals your attention by grabbing you in the throat and kissing you roughly, swallowing your high-pitched moan. You bite down on his lower lip, drawing a little blood as he grunts in response. Your shocked gasps broke the heated kiss and Jaime pulled you back in the kiss, demanding not only your body muster with his, but that your lips were on one accord as well. His controlled motions on your hips kept you holstered on his girth as you continued to fuck. Your sweaty bodies mold perfectly in unison, making the sex hotter.

“Oh god, Jaime! S-slow down!”

“Oh..you can take it all, mi amor. I know you can, my gorgeous girl.”

His sudden change in demeanor made you weak in the knees. You always loved it when he took full charge, noting that you were the more dominant one.

You rocked back and forth steadily, this time keeping the pace more effectively and thrilling. Deciding to edge you on more, his hands had glided to your clit and started to play with it, adding to your pleasure every time you were meeting his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm coming around his cock, continually pulsating, greedy for more. Soon enough, a wave of intense pleasure flowed through your body as a loud moan erupted from your mouth.

“Oh shit!” your body falters, jerking up still receiving the delayed reactions.

Jaime followed behind a few seconds later, shooting his cum into your cunt, immediately filling you up to the brim. Your mixed juices trickle down your legs, glistening on your thighs.

You took a few minutes to recover, the both of you heavily panting on the bed.

“How was that?” He breathlessly pants with a half-smirk. “Did it meet your expectations?”

“Still better every time.” A smirk was plastered on your sweaty face.

Pulling you into a passionate kiss, Jaime’s hand roams around, lightly tracing over your skin. All of your kisses so far had been full of lust, too rough bed too desperate. This one of the many shared kiss that was soft and sweet, without urgency. You hum in the kiss at his touch, admiring his gentle nature.

Everything seems to be picture perfect as you and Jaime viewed, all hot and bothered for the other. That was…until shit hit the fan for the both of you.

“Jaime! What the actual fuck are you doing?! And with my best friend?” That voice made your heart stop, instantly breaking out of your bubble. Thoughts of Milagro arriving back and catching you two in the act didn’t cross your mind, not even in the slightest, and you were ashamed.

You and Jaime looked at each other like deers caught in headlights as you both stumbled to cover yourselves up with your duvet.

How were you two gonna explain this to Milagro now?

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[aothotties]

Sneaky Link w/ Jean

Warnings: MDNI, sleepy sex, Jean is so cute lol, squirting, protected sex. This one is pretty tame in comparison to the other scenarios lmao.

Word Count: 938

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It all started with Sasha, with her being the foodie of the group, she always had recommendations for restaurants to try. One night she got everyone to come out and try your restaurant and it suddenly became everyone’s favorite place, especially Jean’s. 

What he didn’t know is that part of the reason she brought everyone down was so that the two of you could meet. Why not? She figured, you’re both single, attractive, and can make good food. That’s a plus in her eyes. 

Low and behold, her plan worked and before you knew it, Jean was sitting at his favorite booth every evening, patiently waiting for you to close the store down. He would walk you home every night to make sure you got in safely, and to return the favor you would invite him in for tea…amongst other things.

In the beginning the night caps were completely innocent, you would invite him in for tea and a talk then he would go home. 

Then one night things took a complete turn, you grew tired of the longing stares, the friendly touches, you wanted more. In the middle of a conversation you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him. 

You instantly relaxed when he slid his tongue against yours and the rest of that night was history.

You two decided to keep your escapades to yourself and because that’s all it is, a nice meal and some dessert. And Jean will be damned if you’re not the best dessert he’s ever had. 

“You guys have a good night!” You wave to your last few customers before locking the doors. You walk over to Jean and release a tired sigh as you plop down into the booth next to him.

“Your exhaustion is a sign of hard work, remember that.” He gives you a smile and you chuckle in response.

“I know, I’m getting closer and closer to a beach vacation.” You tiredly celebrate and he gives you a pat on the back.

“Can’t wait to see you in a new bathing suit by the way.” He kisses the side of your head and you snort at his words.

“Clean that table up for me while I go and count the register, then we can head to the apartment.” You stand up and walk behind the counter. 

“Ay ay captain.” He fake salutes you and grabs the dishes off the table.

The walk to your apartment was a short one this time, Jean took it upon himself to carry you on his back the whole way there.

“‘M not that tired.” You mumble against his shoulder as your eyes close.

“You hugged a light post thinking it was me, hand me your key.” You place it in his hand and close your eyes once again.

He helps you to the floor and wraps an arm around you in support. He smiles down at your sleepy expression and strokes your cheek. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed then I’m gonna head home, me and the guys have a road trip this weekend.” You nod your head and cover up a yawn. 

“You go on ahead then, I can get in the shower by myself.” You tell him as you walk to the bathroom, your shirt comes off first and then your pants follow soon after.

Jean can’t help but to follow you down the hallway with his eyes, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth.

“I can at least get you tucked into bed though.” He mumbles as he takes his jacket off and walks into the bedroom.  

Which is exactly how you both ended up under the covers. Your leg resting in Jean’s hand while his cock bullies your cunt at a slow pace. You sigh against his lips as you two continue making out with one another. 

He has you hold your leg up so he can reach forward and rub your aching clit with his fingers. He hisses at the way your pussy tightens around his shaft in response to his touch.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, such a slut even when you’re tired. You’re never too tired for me, right?” He asks, sucking a small bruise on the side of your jaw.

Your eyes close and you grab the sheets tightly as you begin to bounce back against him.

“Y-yes just for you!” You bite your pillow as you slide all the way down on him as you come.

He chuckles at your reaction and rubs your clit side to side rapidly all while moving his hips faster against yours.

“Fuck Jean! ‘S t-too much daddy.” You grab his long hair and grit your teeth as your body begins to shake. 

He smiles at your reaction and continues his movements against your g-spot and your clit. 

“You can take it mama, I know you can. You got me so fucking close sweetheart.” He lets out a deep grunt once he reaches his climax, his fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit until he feels you squeeze around his dick and arch your back against him.

“Jean” You whimper quietly as he pulls out of you slowly and throws the condom to the side. 

He grabs a washcloth and cleans up your mess between your legs, he looks up at you to say something but smiles at the sound of your snoring. He plants a kiss on your forehead and lays next to you. Before he knows it, he’s drifted off right next to you and is awoken the next morning by some texts from the group chat about their trip.

Ari

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 6

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“Well,” said Danny.  “That sucked a lot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Daniel.”

“It’s just… What even was the plan there?” he asked the ceiling over the couch.  “What were they doing?  Did they think I wouldn’t notice if they just switched out while I was sleeping?  Were they going to run the entirety of their council through while trying to distract me with stuff?  Why did they even want to do that instead of just picking two of them?”

“I believe they wished to escape any specific, personal responsibility for you,” said Clockwork.  

“Typical,” said Danny.  “Are any of these people going to not lie to me?”

“I could not say.  May I offer you some lunch?”

“Yeah.”  Danny rolled off the couch.  “What’ve you got?”

“Grilled cheese and soup,” said Clockwork.  “I also have apples.”

“That sounds good.  I’m, um, I’m not going back out right away.  I can wait until morning, right?”

“As I said, you can wait here for as long as you want.”

Danny nodded.  “It’s just… I don’t know, it’s just occurred to me that I don’t really know what else is here.  Like, I’ve been in this room, and the kitchen, and my bedroom and bathroom, but not anywhere else here.  If there is anywhere else.  Did you decorate this place?”

Clockwork sighed.  “I asked a friend for help,” he admitted.  “They have an interesting sense of humor.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Danny, nodding.  

“I don’t suppose you would like a tour after lunch?”  There was a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.  

“Yeah, that sounds like it’d be nice.”

.

There actually wasn’t that much to the little house beyond what Danny had already seen.  There was a little workshop, a formal dining room (currently set up for tea), another bathroom, and a small bedroom that looked as if it had never been slept in.  

“Do you need to sleep?” asked Danny.  

“Only once in a great while.  I will not need to do so for quite some time.”

“What do you do in the workshop?”

“I have an interest in repairing clocks.  The workshop is there to give me something to do while you are away.”

“That makes sense,” said Danny, trying to muffle a yawn that slipped out with his words.  

“You’ve had a trying day.  Why don’t you take a nap?  I will wake you for dinner.”

“Is that really alright?” asked Danny.  “I feel bad, leaving you just sort of stuck here by yourself.”

Clockwork shrugged.  “It is no imposition on me.  You could also avail yourself of one of the books in the library, or one of the ones you brought back from Jasmine’s.”

“Didn’t I leave those there?”

“They were presented to you as yours.  As such, they now are.  Of course, you also retain the things the Observants gifted you.”

“Including the video games?” asked Danny.  

“Including those, yes.”

“Huh.  I’m not secretly an Observant, am I?  I know you said my appearance was changed, but I don’t think I could handle going from this to being an Observant.”

“I cannot tell you that, Daniel.”

“Right.  The rules.  Bleh.  Bet the Observants made them to give themselves an advantage.  They even put themselves on top of the list!  Losers.”

Clockwork patted Danny’s shoulder.  “That they did.”

Danny nodded, then started yawning again.  He blinked hard and looked around the little workshop.  “Maybe I could just watch you or something?  I need an actual break from thinking after Jazz and the Observants.”

Clockwork nodded.  “As you would.”

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Dinner, naturally, was great.  Breakfast was good, too, but Danny felt as if he wasn’t fully appreciating it on account of the massive weight of having to choose the next person to spend who-knows-how-long with while having nothing more than a single, mostly empty, piece of paper to learn about them.  

“What if they all suck?” asked Danny.  

“I thought you liked Jasmine,” said Clockwork as he handed over a cheese omelet with sausages.

“I liked her, but she was lying to me.  I don’t like that.”

“A reasonable enough objection.  However, a lack of honesty can be surmounted more easily than a lack of trust.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” complained Danny.  

“For example, I am being less than honest with you by refusing to tell you certain things, but you still trust me more than the Observants.”

“Not telling me stuff is different than lying to me.”

“And yet, the English language does include the phrase ‘lie of omission.’”

“It's still different.”

“And you also trust Jasmine more than the Observants.”

“That's true,” said Danny.  “But that's also partially because she sucks so much at lying.  Maybe it's just that young people are bad at lying.  But I feel like I'm better at lying, and I'm younger than Jazz, right?  Otherwise she couldn't adopt me.”

“That is the generally accepted way of things.”

“Hm,” said Danny.  “Maybe I'll do something closer to the middle.  But not exactly the middle!  That's what they'd want me to do.”

“I suspect the Observants expected you to simply go from the top of the list and be dazzled by their apparent wealth.”

“Yeah, probably.  Still, it’s kind of funny to joke about.  Like the brain thing with Jazz.  But if I’m going to basically pick who I’m going with based on zero information, I might as well have the funniest reason possible for who I pick.  Like, maybe I should pick this guy with a really weird name.

“Weird how?”  

“He's got a bunch of them.  Vladimir ‘Vlad’ Masters-Plasmius, Ceo Mastersoft, Ceo Vladco, Ceo– Wait, these are his job titles, aren't they?”  He squinted at the page.  “Who does this?

“Vlad Masters-Plasmius, presumably.  But I believe that among his titles you have missed the name of the second person under that entry.”

“Really?”  He ran his finger down the list.  “Huh, yeah, this last one is separated out by a semicolon, I didn’t notice that.  The Dairy King.  Is that like the restaurant?”

“You will have to ask them when you see them,” said Clockwork.  

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I guess so.  It’d make these interests make more sense.  You’d have to be pretty business savvy to run all those restaurants.”

“You don’t think the person who listed all their CEO titles is business savvy or interested in business?”

“Not if he lists it like that.  That’s definitely overcompensating.  Like, it’s way too, uh, what’s the world.”  He whirled his fork in the air.  “Boastful.  People who have real skills don’t need to brag that much.”

“People from any level of skill may find occasion to brag.”

“Well, yeah, but not that much.  Right?  Vlad’s probably the football guy.”

“Again, you will have to find out when you join them.  Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”  Danny picked up his plate and put it in the sink.

“And you want to visit Vladimir and the Dairy King?”

“Yeah.  The others sound more normal, so I’ll save them for later.  Better to get all the really strange ones out of the way, right?”

“That is, again, your own choice.”

“I knew you’d say that,” he said.  He spread out his arms.  “Take me away, then.”

The portal whirled into being around him and deposited him in a green and gold atrium.  It had a passing similarity to the Observant’s foyer, but was more colorful.  It also had more football in it.  Like, literally it had more football in it, in the form of several footballs in glass cases.

Maybe ‘Plasmius’ or ‘Masters’ or some other part of this guy’s name had something to do with football.  At least a football Obsession would be… well… it would be something. 

Yeah.  

“Daniel!” said a tall, silver-haired man, spreading his arms in welcome.  He wore a slick suit.  “It’s so good to see you.  I am Vlad Masters-Plasmius, your godfather.”

“Oh, hi,” said Danny.  He looked around.  “Isn’t there supposed to be another one of you?  The Dairy King?”

“Ah, yes,” said Vlad, looking to the side.  “My grandfather.  He will certainly join us shortly.  Normally, it would just be me here, but I must confess that I am not what you would call a great cook.  I can avoid poisoning myself, but my grandfather is much better, and he’s agreed to help.”

“That’s nice of him,” said Danny, deciding to close the rest of the distance between himself and Vlad.  “So, is the football stuff yours or his?”

“Mine.  I’m something of a fan of the Packers.”  

“That’s Green Bay’s team, right?” asked Danny, trying to bring a fuzzy memory into focus. 

“It is!  Are you interested in football?”

Danny shrugged.  “I’ve not seen any games that I remember.”

“Something we’ll have to remedy.  I have my favorite games recorded, and a theater to watch them in.  It isn’t the same as seeing them live, but it will give you an idea of their flavor.”  He patted Danny’s shoulder and guided him towards a staircase.  “Come, now, I have much to show you.  I’m sure you’re wondering how I came to be so wealthy.”

“Not really,” said Danny.  “The last place I was at was bigger.”

“Pardon.”

“Also, you’re like the CEO of a dozen companies, and your grandfather is the Dairy King.  Like the restaurant.  You probably inherited a bunch, then went to school for business or something and made investments.”

“Ah, I see.  I didn’t realize you were… so aware of the normal progression of such things.”

“What I’m really interested in is how you know me, seeing as I’m a ghost and you’re human.  You said you’re my godfather.  So… How did that happen?  Did you know me when I was alive?  Did you know my actual parents?”

“When you were alive?” asked Vlad with raised eyebrows.  “My dear boy, did no one tell you?  You are alive.  You’re a half ghost, just like me.”

“People did tell me, I’m just not sure that I–  Wait, you, too?”

“Indeed.  You and I are the only ones to die in… that specific way.”  He stopped walking and looked away from Danny.  “Forgive me.  It is difficult for me to speak of it, even now.”  He shook himself and continued on, down the hall.  “As for your parents, well…  They are no longer with us, I’m afraid.”

“Oh,” said Danny.  “I guess that makes some sense, with this trial thing and all.”  In the abstract, though, it was better than them being abusive or something.  In the abstract.  “Did I have any other, um, family?  Other than you?”

“You have two sisters.  One older, one younger.  Rather fiery, both of them.  But the younger has her own arrangements, and the elder is old enough, and human enough, that this process isn’t necessary for her.”

“Is the older one named Jazz?”

“You’ve met her already?  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that she would try to get custody of you.  She is very protective of you, but it is often at her own detriment.”

“What do you mean?” asked Danny, a little offended.  

“She isn’t ready for the responsibility,” said Vlad.  “Oh, I suspect she would happily and willingly take you on, and she is better than certain… other options, but she doesn’t have the life - or death - experience to do so without a great deal of personal sacrifice.  Meanwhile, I am well established in both worlds.  She need not sacrifice what remains of her own childhood.  Ah, and here is your room.”

Vlad opened the door, showing Danny a room that bore a striking resemblance to his room in Jazz’s house.  It was bigger, and it had a computer and a shelf of video games next to the shelf of rocket models, and the space theme wasn’t quite as pronounced or as detailed, but it was there.  

Vlad probably did know him, then.  And Danny hadn’t detected any lies.  On the other hand, he probably was just better at lying, all things considered.  A CEO would have to be.  

He’d withhold judgment until he’d met the Dairy King.  But for now… this didn’t seem too bad.   

“If you would like, you can stay here and familiarize yourself with your lodgings, we can take a tour, or we can go ahead to my training room.  I’ve made it large enough to maneuver comfortably in and accomplish some sparring, among other things.  Perhaps we can explore your abilities, or… considering your prior comments… show you how to take your human form?”

Danny felt himself start to levitate slightly in excitement.  “You can do that?  Really?”

“I can at least give you some pointers.  I’m the only one who knows how it feels to transform from human to ghost.  So, can I assume that is your choice?”

“Yeah!” said Danny.  “If that’s really something I can do, I want to know how to do it.”  Also, this was a nice change from telling him nothing (Clockwork), lying to him (Jazz), or being the Observants (the Observants).  

“Very well,” said Vlad, turning back into the hallway.  “I keep my paranormal endeavors below ground.  I entertain here quite frequently, and it wouldn’t do for random humans to come across some of the things I keep in my lab.”

Danny stilled.  “Lab?” he asked.  

“Yes, before I was a businessman, I was a man of science, and being as unique as we are, the only way to know anything about our own bodies and abilities is to discover it for ourselves.”

“Right,” said Danny, walking quickly to catch up, “that makes sense.  But, um, your training room is in the lab?”

“They’re connected, for ease of measurement.  The better to know exactly how strong our ectoblasts are, or how many wavelengths of light we are invisible to.”

Danny nodded.  Again, that made sense.  However…

“Is there a way to get there without going through the lab?”

“I don’t–” started Vlad, giving Danny a confused look.  “No, I’m afraid not.  In the past we might have phased through the walls, but the rules of this trial render them quite impenetrable.  Why do you ask?”

“I just…”  Danny shrugged.  “Jazz said I died in a lab accident.  And even without that…”

Vlad frowned.  “I assure you, my lab has the best safety precautions money can buy and my ingenuity can produce.  However, as I said, we do not have to begin with testing our powers.  Could I perhaps interest you in a documentary on the greatest football team of all time?”

“I…”  Danny really did want to learn how to transform.  On the other hand…  Maybe it was stupid, and maybe he’d been half joking about mad science labs the whole time he was with Jazz, but…  “Yeah, we can watch a documentary.”

“Excellent.  My theater is just this way.  Do you like popcorn?”

[am-i-interrupting]

Hey, heard you doing commissions for Hazbin so I thought I would ask for it. So, could you do a Lute x male reader? It would be like the reader being an old angel that really thinks he shouldn't be there since he was a soldier before he died and killed a lot of people and Lute is really into him but mad that he is depressed so she would cheer him up. It would be smut and, well it can have anything it I just want more reader x lute in here.

What Heaven Can Offer

Warnings: 18+, blow job, cum in mouth

Lute was a soldier, first and foremost. She was the right hand woman to the Adam, the first man to ever be created. She knew the weight of responsibility.

She hated seeing you like this. She hated seeing you suffer with guilt over something she herself had no remorse for.

You’d once lived unlike her. She was born to all of this. She knew nothing different. You, however, did and you did not seem to think yourself worthy of being here in Heaven.

“You’re more tense than normal,” she said.

You looked up from the now cold tea in your hands. When did she get here? How long had you been staring?

You shook yourself. “Just thinking.”

“Yeah?” she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, one of her wings flattening against it while the other flared out. “About what?”

“I really don’t deserve to be here.”

Lute rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re here. After this long you’d think you’d be used to the idea.”

“Yeah, well—“

“Blah, blah, fucking blah,” she interrupted. “No matter how many times you say it, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re up here, dipshit, so you might as well accept it.”

You stayed quiet. The only sound in the room was your cup being placed on the table. It was quickly replaced with Lute’s shoes hitting the floor.

She sat beside you. For several minutes, neither of you spoke. She flat out refused to look at you despite being the one who came to you.

“Have you ever thought about the fact that if you weren’t here, we never would have met?” Lute asked.

“I— No, no, I hadn’t,” you admitted.

She scoffed. “Of course, you hadn’t. It’s like you don’t think. You just spiral. That’s all you ever do. It’s so—“ she groaned—“Its so annoying because I know you’re an amazing person but you’re too busy wallowing in your self imposed Hell when you’re literally in Heaven.”

“I’m sorry. I never thought of it that way.”

“Yeah, well, that’s how I think of it.” Her wings twitched, a sign of agitation. “You should listen to me more often.”

“Yeah, I probably should.”

Finally she looked at you. Her eyes darted across you face, landing on your lips. “You’re just so. . . Fuck it.”

In movements faster than even light itself, she pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands went to her hips while hers were half tangled in your hair and half cupping you face.

She crawled onto your lap and pulled away. Her lips were shining with saliva. Her eyes were locked onto you.

“Let me show you what Heaven can be,” she said. You were helpless to do anything but nod. “Good boy.” Her words seemed to travel through your bloodstream, causing you to shiver.

You caught a brief glimpse of her smile before her lips were back on your skin. She kissed and sucked on your neck. Her hands traveled down your torso. Her hips rocked against you.

You could feel the drag of her against your most sensitive parts, places you’d neglected due to unwanted thoughts, self loathing, and trauma. She was pressing the start button to them.

“You make such pretty noises,” she said, her face inches from yours.

You could feel her breath against your skin but when you tried to kiss her she pulled back and tutted. She pushed herself off of you entirely.

For a moment you began to curse yourself for your miscalculation but she quickly dropped to her knees. She rested her arms on your legs as she reached for the button of your pants.

With it undone, she leaned close to you. She kept eye contact as she took your zipper between her teeth and dragged it down. She let it fall from her lips.

Her tongue then pressed against the crotch of your pants and she dragged it up. She curled her fingers around your pants and underwear. In one quick, precise motion she pulled both down just enough to free your cock.

“So pretty,” she said.

She licked her hand before she touched you. She rolled the head of your dick between her fingers. The pads of them trailed down your length. When at the base she wrapped her hand around you.

Lute squeezed. She added and retracted the amount of pressure she used, keeping you guessing, as she began to stroke you. She never stayed consistent, constantly keeping you on edge. She sang your praises for everything from your own voice to how you shivered beneath her.

“Lute,” you managed to groan.

“Come for me, baby,” she said as she leaned close to you.

She pressed her tongue and open mouth to your tip moments before your cum started spouting from you. You watched as your white cum covered her pink tongue.

When you were done, she closed her mouth and stood. She grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. Your seed still in her mouth. It mixed with the saliva of your kiss.

The next day Lute was out with Adam when he noticed you walk by, bruises on your neck. Wait. . .

“Are those hickies?” he asked, laughter bubbling into his words. “Wonder who managed to bed him?” Adam nudged Lute, looking at her for some snarky comment. When he only saw a smug smirk on her lips his eyes widened. “No fucking way! Congrats, danger tits.”

[s1eept0ken]

Drummers Do It Harder ☣︎ II x Fem!Reader

warnings- spanking, rough sex (?), degrading, choking

a/n-I definitely need to write some soft smut I’m sorry guys😞

MDNI!!!

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

You have been giving ii constant attitude, even after all the warnings he gave you, you just wanted to see how far you could push him to the edge. He was so close to dragging you into another room and fucking you endlessly, reminding you on who you belong to. Which is what he did after he watched you put your hand on ivy’s thigh, a little too close to his dick. Something about ii is that he’s extremely possessive over you, you’re his only. So that’s how you ended up how you are now, bent over his lap, your hand covering your mouth and tears running down your cheeks. He is giving you some of the hardest spanks he’s ever given to you. “Bein’ such a little whore today, need a reminder on who owns you clearly” he grunted into your ear, another harsh spank landing on your ass. He stops spanking you and you couldn’t lie, you missed it but there’s no way you’d tell him that! He now has your legs pressed up to your chest, his cock is pumping in and out of you at an extremely fast pace. His hand snakes up to your throat and he has a harsh grip on it. “You like being fucked silly huh?” He muttered into your ear but you didn’t respond so that earned you a harsh slap on the side of your thigh “asked you a question or are you too drunk from my cock you can’t even think straight?” he whispers through grunts into your ear, tugging at your hair tightly. His lips are all over you, sucking dark hickeys wherever he can. “Gonna cum for me like the good girl you are?” he whispered into your ear, you make eye contact with him and nod slightly biting your lip. “C’mon then baby, that’s it come undone all over me” he whimpered out softly. Your orgasm is quick to come, and not long after you’re coating his cock. He moans out slightly feeling you cum so hard for him. Just a few more thrusts and he’s cumming deep inside you. He pulled out shortly after and got some wet tea towels from the near by bathroom. “Learnt your lesson now baby?” he says softly while wiping your body down. “Mhm” you mumble, too tired to respond. He chuckles in response and then you fall asleep. All you can remember is waking up next to ii, cuddled up in his arms!

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

So normal about ii guys..hope you enjoyed!

Love you!🖤

[lovili-0]

L has been working so much lately on the new kira case that you and him have barely had any spare time to spend with each other, and you missed him, always working late nights left you sleeping in your bed alone, tossing and turning, missing his presence above anything else.

some nights you would try to pleasure yourself, but it wouldn’t even compare to how he’d touch you, so you lay alone, throbbing and sexually frustrated, an ache in your core only he could make go away.

so you decide one day to change this situation.

you see him perched in his work chair, working at his computer like always, even as late as it already was, he looked like he was nowhere near a stopping point.

“hey baby, how’s work?”

“mhm”

you roll your eyes and scoff at the response, or more like lack thereof.

seeing his plate full of sweets, (he always had some on hand, his sweet tooth being even bigger than yours), and seeing his empty cup of tea, you prompt him with a question you hoped would attract his attention.

“i made you some tea, would you like some?”

he looks up slightly, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“you made me tea? you didn’t have to do that you know”

he says, looking back at his computer.

“i know i didn’t have to, i wanted to”

you say with a sweet smile as you hand him the teacup.

he sips it loudly, and hums in response.

“thank you”

and as expected, he gets right back to work, as if you weren’t even there, as usual.

finally fed up, you sit in his lap, straddling him to face toward him while he continues to work on his computer, barely even registering your presence.

not liking his lack of response, you start to kiss his neck, biting and sucking the nape of his neck.

“wh-what are you doing y/n?”

he says as his breath hitches and he moves his neck to the side to give you better access. you can feel the obvious tent in his pants start to grow as you rock your hips against his ever growing hard on.

“oh nothing, just keep working L”

you say with a smirk as you grind your hips into him harder, your pussy throbbing against him.

“i’m trying to work y/n and this is very distracting”

he tries to keep working and to focus on his computer, but you continue your assault on his neck, definitely leaving marks behind.

“oh cmon L don’t pretend like you don’t like this, your cock is so hard i can feel it throbbing”

he admits defeat and throws his head back, letting out a soft moan when he feels you start to unbuckle his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. you slowly take his cock out of his underwear, and it was a magnificent sight, he was atleast 7 inches, the tip soft pink color, a purple blue vein running on the underside of his cock.

work completely forgotten at this point, he starts squirming under your touch, letting out soft moans at the slightest brush of your finger against tip.

“y-y/n, please if your going to fuck me just do it already”

he moans out, bucking his hips under you, a silent plea to be inside you. and you decide to grant his wish, by pulling your panties to the side and sinking down slowly, onto him.

you forgot how truly big he was, taking inch by inch in your pussy, his cock stretching you out in just the right way.

“oh m-my god y/n fuck, just like that, take my cock, just like that”

his praise goes straight to your core, and you feel your arousal start to drip onto your thighs.

when you finally manage to take all of him, you start to move up and down, slowly at first, but then noticing how he’s crumbling underneath you, so pretty, you decide to speed up the pace a bit, his tip brushing your cervix, making you let out the most pretty moans, all for him.

and he knows it too, because he’s got a smug look on his face when he says,

“aw darling you look so pretty taking my cock, such a good girl for me hm?”

you tighten around him at his words, and start you start to rock your hips back and forth faster, making the breath catch in his throat, and his eyes close momentarily, moaning your name over and over.

watching how his eyes roll in the back of his head, hearing his moans, seeing the way he’s looking at you, is enough to push you over the edge, you feel a knot start to form in your lower stomach, heat filling your entire body, you start moaning uncontrollably, getting absolutely cock drunk, as you start to chase your high.

“L i’m- oh my god L- i need to c-cum, so- s-so bad, please L, oh my-“

hearing you begging him to cum is enough to make the last strand of control he had left snap, and he cums, hard, shooting his cum inside you, at the same time your falling apart on top of him, your orgasm almost too much as it takes over you. your only thought being L, his name a moan on your tongue as you ride out your orgasm.

you start to come back down to earth, you hear him comforting you, saying how good of a job you did, telling you how pretty you are, as your laying on L’s chest, your arm’s wrapped around his waist, hear him start to doze off, but before he does, he says softly,

“i love you y/n”

you smile into his chest, as you feel butterflies, in your half awaken state, and say,

“i love you more, L”

as you slowly drift off to sleep, in L’s arms.

[crazy-fandom-madness]

(Kuai Liang) Sub Zero x Sick Reader

I’m a sucker for sick readers so here is one with one of my favourite MK characters I’ve been getting back into the fandom so hopefully this won’t be OOC

Summary: living with Kuai was wonderful well most of the time but when your sick it can be a little hard especially when your shivering

Words 600+

SFW/ Comfort/ Gender Neutral/ Establish Relationship

Being sick was the worst thing that could possibly happen but there was nothing you could do about it. When ever you were sick it was always bad, Kuai always knew had to make you feel better. Well he sure did try it was hard for him to care for someone that isn’t himself, he’s been alone for a while. You were laying in bed as he opened the door holding a tray. “I’ve made you some soup you should try eating.” You roll over to see him in the door way making a sound in response. He puts the tray down on the night table as you sit up, he places his hand on your forehead you lean into the touch.

“You’re running a fever.” He goes to move his hand from your head as you grab it putting it back. Everyone knows Kuai body temperature was much colder than most, in this moment if felt amazing. “Don’t leave you’re so cold it feels so nice.” He giggles and helps you eat the soup, but you couldn’t help but lay against him. You both giggle at this bud eventually finish eating putting it back on the table. “You should get some rest it’s been a while since you’ve been able too.” You lay down. “Only if you say cuz I’m way too hot and you’re nice and cold.” He smiles and lays beside you holding you close. “Anything to make you feel better.”

You managed to fall asleep fast Kuai was able to cool you off fast, you didn’t know if he was asleep. But when you woke up you were shivering not exactly cuz you were cold mostly just cuz you were sick. He seemed to have noticed cuz he pulled away from you, trying to grab him back. “No don’t leave come back.” He looked at you a little confused. “You’re shivering I don’t want to make you any more cold.” Ignoring what he said you lay against him again. “I don’t care I want to lay with you it makes me feel better.” Trying to hide his smile at this comment. “Well maybe we can put a blanket between us i want to make sure you stay warm.”

Clinging to him even more. “Nope.” Smirking up at him. “I can’t argue with that but honest if you’re too cold tell me.” Not really listening you agree. “Yeah ok I will I promise.” You both cuddled together even if he was cold you couldn’t help your self, this will make you feel better faster. You both have been laying together for a while now when he got up and walked to the door. You were too tired to move but asked where he was going. “I’m going to make you some tea and get a snack.” He answered as he was walking out of the room, you sit up a little. After a few minutes he walked back in with a tray. “Here I also brought medicine.”

Taking the medicine and a sip of the tea. “I was thinking we could go for a walk the fresh air could really help.” Kuai agreed helping you get up. “Sure that sounds like a good idea, just let me put this away.” You put on a jacket and your shoes leaving the room and waited for Kuai. “We shouldn’t stay out too late.” All you did was smile and grab his arm as you both went outside. You both had a wonder walk that seemed to help you a lot and decided to head to a cafe. Having a nice hot chocolate by the window, sure being sick sucked but being with Kuai can make it better.

[sebastianswallows]

The English Client — Fifteen

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: angst and fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 3.5k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir

I

“Riddle?”

“Yes, Mr. Oso?”

“Have you finished authenticating that copy of Colonna that came in last week?”

“I’m writing the report now, sir.”

“Well hurry up. He needs it tonight.”

Tom rolled his eyes and kept on working. The Baron’s glorified butler had caught him mid-sentence and now he barely remembered how he wanted to end it.

“What was that?”

He hadn’t said anything, but he knew it was rather what he hadn’t said.

“Yes, sir,” he hissed.

And he reminded himself for the fourteenth time to figure out an enchantment on his new fountain pen to get it to write on its own just as his quill did. The problem was that unlike a quill its more complex mechanism required there to be more steps in the enchantment, and he hadn’t even begun to figure out how to get it to reload its reservoir when it ran out — which at his rate of writing was about once every few days. He’d just about resigned himself to having to put a spell on the ink pot too.

Ambrogio was more of a slave driver than old Caractacus Burke — perhaps because rather than being an indispensable addition to the shop, Tom was a threat to him. Or so he flattered himself with thinking in his more unhappy moments.

And when his wand hand itched, he went upstairs to her.

Whatever she had been doing, she always smiled upon seeing him. Sometimes she got up and went over to fix some unnecessary thing about his tie or a stray curl of hair or rub an imaginary ink stain off his cheek. He gladly stood there and accepted being fussed over.

If she was too busy she stayed right where she was — behind her desk or up a ladder or leaning over the telephone — and Tom would just come over, place a subtle hand on an innocent part of her body, and caress her in gentle motions. Not infrequently he soothed both her and himself in this way. She always shivered at his touch and said it was because his hands were cold — and oh how he liked to leave them in her care and allow her to warm him with little rubs between her palms or, even better, up between her thighs. And when he had the good luck to catch her at work in the storage area at the back he didn’t fail to interrupt her with a kiss that lingered even longer at her throat, beneath her ear, above her chest, and straying lower. There was always a hard surface to push her up against or down on and in the dark his hands could freely stray.

He loved, if the word ever applied to him, to hear and feel it when her breath caught. Her fingers moved gently through his hair in secret moments like this, carefully so as not to give away what they had done together. She seemed to be especially fond of the hair at the nape of his neck where it was shorter and a little curled, just right for her fingers to play with. When his kisses reached her heart, falling low and deep between her breasts to mix with her perfume, he clung to her hungrily and sucked in her warmth with everything he had.

And then it was back to the bottom, down the ladder, down to hell, where the living dead was waiting for him. That is, if it was late enough for the fiend to be awake. Tom always brought with him something back to serve as an excuse.

“Jasmine tea,” he smiled. “Would you like some too?”

“No, thank you,” said Ambrogio, on the few occasions he even happened to grace Tom with a response.

Oso had his own worries, of course — with each refusal his secret was closer to being revealed.

Tom grinned. If only he knew how pointless it was to hide…

II

Activities in the under-shop began picking up imperceptively at first, then in big swaths that overwhelmed all the other work they were doing. He didn’t need to ask why. Why the Baron needed five books a day appraised just as Tom finally enchanted his fountain pen to write all on its own. Why he came wheeling down there at all hours. And why Ambrogio started working during daytime — which did not by itself cause, but was no doubt connected to, his attitude growing increasingly cantankerous.

But Tom asked anyway.

“There will be an auction next week,” said Ambrogio with an air of supreme privilege as if Tom should have been impressed, but by that point, he didn’t have it in him to fake it anymore. “Your presence will be required.”

Snacks and refreshments were to be served at midnight both before and following the auction. It didn’t escape Tom’s notice that there was also a New Moon that night, but he couldn’t decide yet whether that had any connection to the timing, or with any spells Ambrogio was casting.

He spent days carrying crates of alcohol down from upstairs and cleaning crystal glassware while Ambrogio went through the inventory once again. The room with the food was connected by two wide doors to the auction room. There were seating plans to arrange as well, and books to place in special boxes the day before the event in the section just behind the stage. The last few hours before it started were spent arranging food trays under Ambrogio’s watchful eye.

“What is this?”

“These are the canapés, sir.”

“And where are the drinks?”

“Over there?”

“Idiot. Do you not see what you did wrong?”

“Please enlighten me.”

“The canapés and the drinks should be placed side by side. They make the guests thirsty. Move them at once.”

“Right away, sir.”

“And what of the other hors d’oeuvre? Did you bring the caviar?”

“Yes.”

“And what is on the bruschette?”

“Half are with tomato and basil, the other half with prosciutto and olive oil. No garlic, sir.”

“Did I ask that, you insolent whelp? Did I?”

“No, sir.”

“How many?”

“Twenty-four of each.”

“And are the deviled eggs ready?”

“Yes, here. They’re ready for their exorcism, sir.”

“Watch that cheek, boy, or you’ll see the back of my hand. Has it occurred to your suckling brain that tonight has to be perfect?”

“Every hour, Mr. Oso.”

“Get moving and shift those drinks closer to the other table.”

III

The hall beyond the curtains filled as guests came pouring in, all of them proceeding through the trap door with complete familiarity. They arrived at different times, but steadily. Mr. Malfoy was not among them.

Two elderly Italians arrived first, a signor Luce and Verdi, one quite tall and thin but bent like a gnarled tree, the other fat with a misshapen body that looked like it was melting, both of them with grimy, flaky heads of bone-white hair. A lone figure followed them some five minutes later, and Tom could not catch his name but were it not for his resplendent suit old darkest blue with golden buttons he might have taken him for a stray — his face was blistered with red and purple sores that streaked between, across, and over his deep heavy wrinkles. Three ladies followed, middle-aged and bloated around the waist with skinny arms and clean long necks from which hung rows of pearls like nooses. Tom thought he heard Oso mutter les trois grâces beneath his breath but he was back to being as silent as the grave when he turned. His back was facing Tom as he busied himself preparing the books for presentation.

And so the group of bidders gathered, formed mainly of old people in fancy dress but a few younger ones as well, each on the arm of somebody important. Oso led the auction on his own, with Tom watching from behind the drapes which housed the books for auction, like actors waiting for their curtain call.

The view from the back was enough to put fear into anyone who stumbled in, which was probably one of the reasons why they’d gone through so much trouble to conceal it — many others came to mind, like taxation, pricing, and the source of all those books which nobody seemed to have much evidence for, in spite of Tom’s hard work of authentication. The black and white heads of the crowd bobbed in uneven waves in the flickering candlelight, framed by velvet curtains that looked like flowing blood. The ceiling was low and carved in stone, its uneven roundness looming like a shadow over this festival of wealth. And in front of it all, on a stage rimmed with blackened silver, stood the vampire in his polite black clothes, his face looking more pale and gaunt than ever, eternal, by the lectern and the pedestal on which the books sat. The scenery from Tom’s point of view was so dire and demonic that it just had to be contrived, designed that way on purpose to impress upon the bidders how secret their gathering was.

The Baron certainly seemed to have a flair for the theatrical, although it was suspicious that he was not already there. Ambrogio said he might arrive long after midnight when only a few select participants were left.

To be on the sidelines, serving no real purpose while fortunes were promised and spent, was not the punishment Ambrogio envisioned it to be. Tom was quite content to watch the spectacle and learn. He recognised a few of the books he’d recently authenticated, including one four-volume series that was to be sold in bulk. He’d placed a charm between the pages of its second volume, nothing more complex than a bundle of leaves and flower petals, dried and left there as if forgotten by passed proprietors — an exact replica of which Tom held in his pocket. It whispered to him like a living thing, echoes of old forest nymphs that spoke in ancient tongues. They were sensitive to magic and complained like children if any was hostile to them. They had complained quite virulently all day, although their little voices were easier to ignore once the auction started.

“Going once. Going twice…”

“Four million and twenty-five thousand.”

“Four million and twenty-five thousand for signor Ekatlos.”

“Four million and thirty.”

Tom stood alone all night and watched the proceedings. He paid particular attention to Ambrogio’s handling of the items, both before and after. It was a little harder to sneak up on a vampire than he expected, but he did catch a quick glance of his wand. It was a faded brown and mostly straight with long and gentle undulations.

“Quit skulking about like a land-eel. Go see to the guests, and try not to make a nuisance of yourself.”

“Yes, Mr. Oso.”

Once the bidding was announced to be over, the attendees moved in an orderly fashion into the other room where they could finally mingle and chat. They hovered around the alcohol like flies and Tom saw more than two ladies stuff napkin-wrapped hors d'oeuvre in their purses.

He’d decided to neglect his duties and go pick up his jacket when a rain of cries billowed behind his ears, speaking in old fey: “he’s killing us.” Tom turned and hurried to the back office to find Ambrogio in the middle of casting a spell. It looked like the peeling back of a veneer. Light came from the books faint enough to seem like a layer of liquid dust.

“What do you want?” Ambrogio asked without turning, his wand now out of sight.

“Noth—”

“—ing.”

Tom turned his head at the voice that had spoken beside his and was surprised to find their upstairs colleague there — his girlfriend. She looked scared and sheepish like a child caught eavesdropping. He wondered if she’d noticed the magic being lifted from the books, and he further wondered if it was the first time she’d witnessed it.

“I just wanted to see if you were done,” she said, her eyes shifting from Tom to Ambrogio.

“Not yet,” said the vampire, “but you may leave. Both of you. I’ll deal with the guests and lock up once they’re gone.”

“Alright,” she said, “t-thank you. Good night.” Her gaze turned expectantly to Tom.

“Yes, good night,” he said. “Thank you for —”

“Leave.”

IV

They managed to catch the last tram. They were the only people on it riding through the start-poxed night, and the emptiness of everything around them made it seem unreal.

“Why were you still there?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean working at this hour.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw that little smile again.

“They want me there, just in case they need something brought downstairs.”

“But Oso is there. And now, so am I.”

“Like I said, it’s just in case…”

“You shouldn’t stay there so late.”

“Well, it’s not exactly up to you,” she said in a tone he couldn’t quite interpret.

There was accusation there, and there was tiredness, and a sense of giving up that he’d experienced more than once in his career as well. Tom couldn’t quite place why it bothered him, her working hours, or why he even cared. He just knew that he did.

“Perhaps it should be,” he said.

She chuckled and reached over to grip his chin with the tips of her fingers.

“You can’t even afford to buy one little book. You think you can afford the whole shop?”

Tom smirked bitterly. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, then quickly dipped his head and bit her fingers. “And you know it.”

“Ow! Tom!” she laughed.

“Just getting revenge for earlier.”

“Who’s the animal now…?”

V

It was around the time of Tom’s first auction that he found a place to rent. In fact it was a few days before that new moon that he moved out of the hotel. He even managed to find something within walking distance of her flat, which he was inordinately proud of. They walked home together after work and spent time in her flat until the late hours of night or even until morning.

When Tom made his evening tea he poured her a cup too, and when she had the strength left after work she’d cook them pasta or risotto. Perhaps it had been too long, but Tom could swear it tasted better than anything he’d had at Hogwarts.

And if she didn’t, Tom would cook, managing to do it at least once without a bit of magic — which he was loathe to do, and only because she was there next to him.

“We can buy something from the restaurant across the street and take it home, maybe,” she said when they were going home together late one night. “I want a pizza… Haven’t had one in ages.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want. But… what’s a pizza?”

“Oh caro bambino mio!” she laughed with delight, to Tom’s great puzzlement.

He was happy in his solitude, in his new flat away from noisy tourists or the peskiness of hotel maids, but he found some value too in spending time with her.

When they got home she’d turn on the radio or put a record on of something he scarcely recognised, like jazz music or classic symphonies by Elgar, and they would eat and drink their tiredness away. If not for her, Tom might have no idea of what happened in the world, or at least among the muggles. She was quite amused to hear his questions about what, to her, must have been obvious things, but she didn’t mock him beyond a giggle.

But more than listening to music Tom liked it when they read together. She laid her head over his lap once she got sleepy, and his fingers could get lost in her hair. More than once she had him read his books to her — quite troublesome for Tom, as it meant he could not bring his own books there and had to pretend to be interested in pedestrian muggle editions — but between his words and fingers caressing her she fell quite fast asleep. As did he, soon enough.

And then, there were yet more selfish reasons why he preferred to sleep with her. They came as a surprise even to him, but there was something… magical about falling asleep with her by his side. Like a snake on a warm rock, he basked in her body. Her palm over his chest, her head by his shoulder, their legs entangled... It was a dangerous feeling, one he could only compare to melting away and being absorbed. Total entropy.

His head would naturally gravitate to resting by her own, temple to temple, and sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night he’d find, to his horror, his hand placed over hers, pressing it to his chest right where his heart was.

He always woke up before her, which was a bit of a bother as the duty of making breakfast fell to him. But then he’d walk back in the bedroom and find her sound asleep, her face buried in his pillow, her arms curled tight around it, and perhaps the smile that gave him was something of a consolation.

VI

The night after the auction was a little different than the rest. They were both quieter, still stressed and tired, and Oso’s horror still lingered in Tom’s mind. She collapsed with a sigh on the armchair while he put their coats away.

“I’ll make us tea,” said Tom from the hallway.

“You don’t have to…”

“No, I need it too.”

“That bad?” she said with a smile in her voice.

He didn’t want to admit just how much so — although it hadn’t all been bad. Aside from Oso’s torments, he’d learned a lot that night.

Tom cursed as he fiddled with the mechanism of her stove. Why couldn’t it just be a cauldron and flame? He hissed. If he were at his flat, he’d have it ready with a wand flick… But then he’d have to contend with the spartan furniture, the ugly cutlery, and the table that quaked whenever he put anything on it. He felt more like a person in her cosy little home, like there was more to life than drudgery.

And, if he was being honest with himself — a rarity — there was a savage charm to doing some things without magic, like folding his clothes away, polishing his shoes, or, in this case, brewing a cup of tea. A different Tom was woken then in his heart, in his mind… An equally as dark, relentless, proud young man, but with a surging self all around him filled with things he left behind when he first stepped on the Hogwarts Express, when he was Sorted, when he snuck into the Forbidden Section all those years ago. He didn’t often have cause to think about it, but he had lost unknowable parts of himself as he learned more about magic, the Gaunts, the Riddles...

The old Tom that was before that had never quite come back. At least, until he started spending time with her.

Tea was ready just as she was changing for the night. The overture from Wagner’s Parsifal was playing on the radio speckling the diaphanous dark with long tremulous notes of grief like pins and needles through the air. Her shirt was hanging off a chair, her skirt folded above it, and she had just thrown on her soft nightgown as Tom stepped through the door. He placed the tea beside her on the table and rewarded himself with a touch of her skin. His palm brushed the length of her naked back from one shoulder to another.

“Your skin is warmer now,” she smiled, turning to rest her hand over his chest.

Her eyes lingered on his for a moment as if she found relief there. Then, playfully, she started tugging on his tie. Tom smiled at her invitation, but his mind was far away. It was still in the dungeons with that book.

“Did you ever see him do that before?” he asked as she continued to undress him.

“Who?”

“Oso. That thing he was doing after the auction.”

She threw his tie over her clothes and took a sip of tea, moaning pleasurably at the taste, then returned to unbutton his shirt.

“He was getting them ready for packing, wasn’t he?”

So she hadn’t noticed anything. Not the wand and certainly not the magic. Tom was disappointed, but not surprised.

“Why?” she asked as she pulled him to the bed.

“No reason…”

He took the rest of his clothes off in silence and she went to lay down, the cup of tea held to her chest.

“I think he was doing some sort of ritual,” he finally said as he put on his pyjamas, a pale green set he’d brought over one night and had since just left there.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” she chuckled, head leaning back both soft and heavy against the pillow. “They love to do all sorts of things like that. Rituals that have a purpose they don’t bother to tell me about. They like their secrets.”

“It certainly seems so,” he smiled, “although they’re not as good at it as they would like.”

[frvnkcastles]

I WILL TRY TO HOLD YOU ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Frank knows PTSD all too well, so when you struggle with nightmares and insomnia, he’s there to carry you through the hopelessness.

Warnings: PTSD, implied suicide ideation, nightmares

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: This is yet another very self-indulgent piece, I have C-PTSD and it really sucks but imagining Frank being there for me through it has helped majorly. I have some fics I’ve already posted on AO3 and will share here, but then I’m up to taking requests!

He almost walked past. He almost decided that it wasn’t his responsibility — he didn’t need to play hero, because in reality, he wasn’t one. He could just keep walking, go home and… then what? Lie awake, thinking about you sitting alone in that diner at 3 AM, a half-empty cup of tea in front of you while you stared blankly at the quiet surroundings, guilt in his heart?

You really weren’t his responsibility. He only knew you because of Red and Karen and the third one — whatever his name was — and because your best friend was Matt’s girlfriend and inevitably you had crossed paths with the murderer your friend’s lover was trying to defend in court. That whole situation had been years ago, and ever since then, he had seen you occasionally; your best friend’s birthday party, coincidentally the same bar, one time you even stitched up his back and he had returned the kindness by getting rid of the guy who had been showing up at the school you worked to harass you. It had been small interactions, not enough to make you friends but enough for Frank to sigh in defeat and retrace his steps to the door of the 24/7 diner.

Considering it was late — or early? — it was dead silent and deserted in the diner, and so, the ring of the small bell got the attention of the single waitress as well as you. You didn’t turn around, though, but Frank didn’t miss the obvious flinch in your figure as you snapped out of your thoughts and rubbed your hand across your face tiredly.

His boots stomped against the floortiles as he made his way to you, and trying to seem as unthreatening as possible, he sank onto the seat across from yours. You seemed alarmed at first, but at the sight of his familiar, albeit rough features, your eyes softened and the look crossing your face was almost relieved. He couldn’t deny his heart flipped at that.

”Hey, sweetheart”, he rasped, tilting his head at you, ”kinda late, ain’t it?” You knew that was his way of giving you a chance to talk about what was troubling you, but you politely rejected with a soft smile.

”Can’t sleep”, you stated simply before inhaling and rubbing your eyes and then nodding at the peek of his vest underneath his heavy jacket. ”Busy night?”

He got the hint — you wanted to change the subject.

Licking his lips, he nodded back at you before shifting his jacket over the Kevlar that no one else but you was allowed to see right now. ”Could say that”, he chuckled, but when he saw your tired eyes scanning his body, he gave you a look, ”’m fine, though.” At that, you looked back at his face, stifling a nervous smile.

”Sorry”, you whispered, ”force of habit.”

He laughed quietly at that, signalling for the waitress to head over, which made your stomach churn — he was staying, then. ”Can’t help but feel a lil’ guilty that a school teacher’s made a habit of stitching up my sorry ass”, he noted half-jokingly once he had politely asked for a cup of black coffee, and you returned the chuckle. That made him feel like he had achieved something; if he couldn’t make all your troubles go away, at least he had made you laugh. And that smile? Worth a million bucks, if you asked him.

”It’s my pleasure, really. Seriously, if you’re ever in need of a fixing-up at some ungodly hour…”, you clicked your tongue and gestured at yourself, ”I’m your person.” And Frank… he quite liked the sound of that.

”Sorry ya can’t sleep”, he offered quietly, a sigh slipping from his mouth. ”Not sayin’ we in the same situation, but I do know it can be hell. You don’t deserve that, sweetheart”, he continued, and with a quiet smile, you nodded.

”I appreciate that”, you whispered before smiling at the waitress who brought Frank his coffee. ”At least I got this diner.”

Frank took those words seriously.

He quickly made a habit of walking past the place whenever he was out and about, and sometimes, he’d find you there and other times your booth was empty. On those nights he hoped it was because you had managed to sleep, but after catching up the next time, he’d soon find out you were just trying to save some money or feeling too attached to your mattress to go every night.

He never asked too many questions, though. He gave you the opportunity to share, but he didn’t dig too deep. He respected your boundaries.

Then, on one January night, he willingly crossed that boundary just to make sure you weren’t in any immediate danger.

He couldn’t believe how giddy he felt strolling up to your table, a crooked smirk dancing on his lips until he sat down and saw the bruised eye on you, accompanied by a haphazardly applied band-aid on the bleeding corner of your eyebrow.

”What the fuck happened?” his breath hitched, ”someone do this to you?” He was more than ready to pull his guns out, but the defeated sigh and shake of your head calmed him at least a bit.

”It’s stupid… it’s so stupid—I—I woke up from a nightmare and I—I, uh, flinched so hard that I hit my face into my nightstand”, you explained quietly, fighting back tears that you made sure to wipe from your eyes before chuckling wryly. ”Go ahead, laugh”, you encouraged, waiting for the amusement to spread out on Frank’s face, but it never did.

”Hey, sweetheart… Shit, I’d never. You need me to look at that?” he offered, concern visible in his eyes, although he was less inclined to turn to violence, now.

You waved your hand at him to dismiss the idea. ”It’s okay, I’ll… I’ll manage”, you reassured before sniffling and taking a sip of your tea — full of sugar and honey, just how you liked it.

”Aight, well, ya wanna talk about the nightmare, hm?” Frank tilted his head at you, attentive and gentle as he narrowed his eyes and inspected the sadness written all over you. The sheer, bone-deep exhaustion.

You shook your head. ”It’s just…”, you took in a deep breath before your smile turned upside down and you inevitably started to cry. ”That’s PTSD for you, I guess.”

Those words, heavy as they were, set something right in Frank’s chest. He would have never insisted he knew exactly what you were going through, and he would have never wanted you to tell him the same. But at the end of the day, it was the same disorder haunting your minds and bodies, the same disorder making your life Hell whether you were awake or asleep.

”I just really hate that I can’t escape my problems by going to sleep. If anything, sleeping makes me feel less safe than being awake. And I hate that nighttime has to be a trigger for me, ’cause guess what, it comes around every single day. There’s no escape and I—”, you rambled on before sighing in defeat and letting your head fall between your arms. ”I am so tired of fighting. I just want to—”

”Give up?” Frank interrupted with his raspy voice, and you immediately looked up. Instead of judgment, his face was full of understanding, and you found the courage to nod in agreement. ”Look, I, uh, I get it. PTSD… ’s no easy feat. You’re a fuckin’ badass for takin’ on it every day. I mean it. I know what it’s like to have nothin’ to wake up for. Wonderin’ if it’d be better to just check out and end the pain yourself. But the fact that you still haven’t, that makes you stronger than any disorder”, he went on. Somehow, hearing those words come from him… it meant something. More than coming from a shrink or a doctor. He understood you.

That realization was what broke you. You had felt so alone for so long, navigating this tragic mess of gray days blending into each other, and here he was — hardly an angel, hardly a bright light, but he still radiated hope and courage to you. You burst into tears, first a loud sob but once the embarrassment kicked at your heart, you stifled the cries with your hand clasped against your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut.

Frank didn’t hesitate. He got up from his seat and scooched in next to you, muttering a low hey, hey, hey as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let your head fall against his chest. He hushed you gently, fingertips instinctively caressing your hair while letting you cry it out. He fought the urge to tear up himself, wondering what exactly he had stopped you from doing by showing up, and thanking God — if there was any — for letting him intervene.

”Hey, you listen to me, sweetheart. Whenever ya up, can’t sleep, you call me. I’m there. Aight? Don’t want you all alone thinkin’ these things”, he spoke quietly, his voice like gravel as his lips brushed against your ear. ”Promise me, huh? You ain’t gonna do anythin’ rash?” he insisted, and wiping your eyes, you gave him a nod.

”I promise.”

It took you three days to get the courage to dial in the phone number he had scribbled on a napkin for you. You hadn’t been sleeping the entire week, but it was far too easy for you to overthink and convince yourself that Frank had just been a decent person who had seen someone in a crisis. Would it really be okay to call him up at 3 AM, beg for him to spend the night with you so you could have a momentary feeling of safety and peace?

Fuck it, you decided eventually. You had tried literally everything else, from breathing exercises to actual exercise, from drinking to quitting everything. Insomnia was simply your worst enemy and if there was anyone you trusted to defend you, it was Frank.

”Everythin’ OK?” The sound of his curt voice across the speaker made your muscles tense with anxiety — but you tried to remind yourself, that’s what he always sounded like. He wasn’t mad at you.

No, he was concerned.

”You said I could call”, you blurted out, twisting your pillow between your arms while sitting on your bed. ”I—I can’t sleep. Can you stop by?” you whispered, almost ashamed of how fragile you sounded, pleading for him.

The momentary silence that followed made you sick to your stomach. Eventually, he spoke up. ”I’ll be there in 20. Hang in there for me, sweetheart.” With that, the call ended, and you dropped your phone on the mattress to bury your face in your hands and groan.

God, this would have been so much easier if your heart could rest easy near him, or even at the mention of him. You weren’t supposed to go catching feelings for him, but how could you not? He was everything, and above all, right now he was the only person who even remotely understood what you were going through and what you needed.

Truthfully, Frank had begun to feel the same way. Your pasts couldn’t be compared, they weren’t the same and your pains weren’t equal, but for the first time in forever, he felt… seen. Heard. He felt like he had found someone who could handle him the way he was, someone who he wanted to help deal, in return. He didn’t feel so out of place by your side, if anything, he felt at peace. Like his head could quiet down and his soul began to heal.

The knock on your door came sooner than you had expected, and you rushed with your fuzzy socks sliding across the floorboards. You felt so small when you opened the door and his towering frame swallowed you whole, bringing a new warmth into your tiny apartment as he stepped in.

”Hey, you good?” he inspected you head to toe, his hands in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

No fuckin’ kiddin’. Maybe he was old-fashioned, but being allowed in your space felt like an honor. Intimate, even. It required a specific amount of trust, and even though it wasn’t the first time he had paid a visit, it was the first time under these conditions. There was no bleeding wound to stitch, just the monsters in your bed.

”You can take your jacket off”, you gestured at him, ”unless, uh, you need to get going soon. I really don’t want to—”

”Respectfully, sweetheart, I’mma lose it if you tell me you’re a burden. I’m here, ’cause I wanna be. Got that?” he spoke, his voice stern but the look in his eyes soft, just like the slight curve on his lips. It made you chuckle and relax a little, your shoulders rolling as you nodded and thanked him.

”I’m really tired”, you laughed weakly, rubbing your eye for emphasis. ”I—I don’t know how this works”, you stuttered, at which Frank chuckled quietly.

”There ain’t a rulebook. We can stay up and talk shit if you’d prefer. But if you wanna sleep…”, he nodded towards the bedroom, and with a shaky exhale, you repeated his nod.

”I’m scared of the nightmares”, you admitted. You paused, then, not sure where Frank was going to draw the line, but it seemed he was all in — so you took the plunge. ”Can I ask you to lay with me?” you queried, and without a second’s hesitance, he nodded and shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, just proceeded to hang it up and kick off his boots, and supposing that was your cue, you shuffled to the bedroom.

It was late, and you had already been trying to sleep, so you were all dressed in your PJs and the covers were undone, ready for you to slip in. The mattress had gone cold in your absence, but that wasn’t the only reason why you shivered when you got under the covers and watched Frank stride into the room. He made sure to flick off all lights in his path, before sitting on the edge of the bed and fluffing the pillow on what seemed to be his side, now.

He sat up against the headboard, his big figure instantly making you feel safe. You took a beat to look at how the moonlight illuminated his jawline, the bruises around his face seeming almost beautiful in their different shades and sizes. When he turned to you and you were caught staring, you ducked your gaze, and Frank snorted at the lack of covertness.

”C’mere”, he muttered, widening an arm for you. You took a second to realize what he was offering, but you quickly scooted into his side, letting him envelope you in a comforting embrace. You let the softness of his sweater lull you towards sleep, concentrating on the even rise and fall of his chest with your fingertips draped over his stomach.

”’M right here, okay? Anythin’ happens, I gotchu. Any nightmares, we’ll breathe through ’em together”, he promised quietly, his voice reverbrating against the top of your head as he exhaled long and slow. ”I won’t let anythin’ happen to you.”

And fuck, you believed every word. You almost didn’t even recognize the feeling in your heart, but it was safety, making its return after all these months. You felt safe with him, knowing that even if nightmares would still haunt you, he’d be right there to guide you through it. That was all you needed. He was all you needed.

Holding you tight, Frank closed his own eyes and breathed. It was no easy thought to accept, but he knew it was the same for himself — you were all he needed.

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Winter in Hawkins has been brutal this year, snow was falling heavy, there was not a single soul who should be out in these conditions, which is why when Steve hears a knock  on his front door he’s confused and also a tad panicked. A number of horrible thoughts plague his head as he rushes to open the door.

Swinging the door open the young man takes a shocked step back, “Erica??” 

“Yeah it’s me dipshit, now can I come in or what? People are going to be pretty upset to find an incredibly wholesome child frozen on the Harrington front steps.”

Gathering his senses after a moment, Steve quickly ushers one of his adopted kids into the house. Taking her jacket and stowing her boots with the other shoes, he also grabs a blanket from the storage bench, and leads Erica to the living room. “You know we have to talk about this Sinclair right? What the hell were you doing out in a storm like this? Do your folks know where you are? Also why the hell are you here?” The questions just kept coming pouring out of a very protective and concerned Steve.

Erica avoids eye contact with him and stares out the floor, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It is a look that makes Steve’s stomach twist. Baby Sinclair was always so confident and sure of herself, there was something clearly bothering her. He finally stops verbally vomiting questions and just waits for her to start talking.

“My parents got stuck in the city due to the weather, and Lucas is bunking with the other dorks who are doing a new campaign that Dustin came up with, they didn’t even invite me to play which is bullshit by the way, I’m the most  strategic player they know. And and I didn’t want to be alone Steve, this was the only place I could think of going to.” She finished her story  going quiet and her eyes started glistening with unshed tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay. Listen Erica first off those little shits suck for not including you and they should know better, secondly I hate being alone too, stresses me the hell out and if you hadn’t shown up tonight I definitely would be hating life right now.” Erica nods slowly, grateful she made the decision to bike here. 

Steve gets a little more information about the situation and decides to make a couple of calls as Erica gets changed into warmer clothes. He’s steeping two mugs of tea while talking to Mrs. Sinclair after he got the number to their hotel room. Steve assures the mom that Erica is safe and very welcome to spend the night. Even fibs saying he picked Erica up so the kid didn’t get an earful when she got home. The next call he makes is to Karen Wheeler’s house. Once he’s on the phone with Mike he makes the kid gather the rest of the party up to the phone, and gives a very intense lecture on including the younger girl, and the responsibility of taking care of our own. Steve takes pleasure in Max yelling at Lucas in the background. He knew there was a reason she was one of his favorites. 

Erica was on the couch now wearing older sweatpants from Steve’s freshman year probably, they were still big on her but a way better option than her half solid jeans she biked in. Also wearing Steve’s swim team sweatshirt. Steve’s eyes crinkled in a smile, it was always nice to be able to spend one on one time with any of the kids, he likes that he gets to see more of their genuine personalities.

Spending time with Erica was easy and funny, she actually reminded Steve a lot of Robin. The way Erica was able to completely dunk on Steve and have it mean she loves him was verrry Robin. They talked about school, her friends, and a long list of embarrassing secrets about Lucas that Steve mentally stores to use next time Erica gets ditched. 

Even though it’s easy to talk to Erica, Steve can see how tired she looks. It’s the same tired he sees in all of them, the same tired he gets after a few nights of nightmare fueled insomnia. Luckily he knows how to help, if it was anyone other than Erica he’d have to think harder, not for her though.

After a long while of talking they decide to put a movie in and just relax while staying as warm as possible. Halfway through The Princess Bride Steve offers her a huge bowl of Rocky Road. “I know it’s stupidly cold out, but if I recall correctly I have a pretty huge ice cream debt that I haven’t able to make a payment on in a long time.” He hands her the bowl and a spoon.

Erica takes the offering, a sad smile creeping on her face. “Y’know ever since Starcourt I thought that was as bad as it was ever going to get for us. Not many 10 year olds get to say they saved their friends, the world, from Russian scientists. And then spring break happened Steve, Max and Eddie almost didn’t make it out, you and Hopper have irreparable brain injuries, and Lucas and I were almost got by racist townies. I’m just so tired, and yet I haven’t been able to really sleep in months. None of us have.” Tears flowing steady now as she lets a heavy weight off her chest.

Steve grabs her small shoulders, “No one should have ever gone what we have all gone through. But here we are still standing, still breathing against every damn odd. All of us nerds, freaks, fallen cool kids, we saved the fucking world. A couple of times actually. But we did it. And honestly Erica I’d go through it another hundred times if it meant I get to have this weird little family. I love you Rick, and I promise one  day we won’t be plagued by shadows, monsters, and alternate dimensions.”

Erica smiled at the nickname solely reserved for Steve. If Erica could pin point the night where sleeping came a tiny bit easier it would surely be this sleepover. In her heart Erica knew that she’d brave any winter storm for her favorite adopted brother.