#millie bobby brown x Male Reader

[ornii]

Numbers Don’t Lie.

Jane/ Eleven X Male Brother Reader.

Summary: You express the want to see your presumed dead sister. Being another one of Brenners experiments, you were luckily able to escape years before it, growing up in Ohio, when you turned 18 you headed to Indiana, to find her.

December 23rd, 1984

It's been a few days or perhaps a week or two since the Snow Ball Dance and it's festivities, while it was a different experience for the kids, you felt the same in Indian High School in Ohio. It all felt so, nostalgic, but the addition of all the horrific and mostly insane things made a twist on it. But, out of all the horrific and Almost unbelievable things that occur in this town, there was one thing that made it worth it all.

Eleven.

After helping Dustin and his Prolific father figure, Steve, find his "Pet." It lead you on a journey to finding about the Upside Down, Demagorgons, and the truth behind Dr Brenners experiments, and most importantly was Eleven, still alive and very much kicking. After closing the gate for the last time you had time to get to know her just a bit more, about her journey the first time she met Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. Those times you were able to talk to her were heartwarming. After your spat and fight with the gate, and her Dress at the Snow Ball Dance, you ruffled her curly but small hair and finally felt somewhat at peace.

Giving you some semblance of a normal life with your little Sister, but unfortunately, not everyone was so accommodating about it. There was one person who didn't share your declaration of peace. Jim Hopper.

"Coffee, Two sugars, Spoon-full of creamer."

"Just Black for me."

"Got it chief." The waitress at the Diner walks off, leaving (Y/n) and Hopper at the table, across each other as the tension is a bit, high. The gruff and more experienced hopper glares at the younger and hauntingly mysterious (Y/n).

"So, what did you want?" (Y/n) asks, he leans back into the leather seating of the diner, calmly but smugly folding his arms, hopper looks more annoyed than most in this place.

"It's about Jane." He says, which causes (Y/n) to raise an eyebrow.

"Jane?" He says, Hopper reaches into his chest pocket and shows him a birth certificate, with the words "Jane Hopper" printed. (Y/n)'s eyes narrow to the name and he looks back up to Hopper.

"Eleven.. that's her name." (Y/n) says, but Hopper ignores that.

"Sure Pal, it's obvious that.. you know more about her, situation than I do. I don't know what those doctors did to her but it's obvious she isn't the most sociable kid." Hopper says and (Y/n)'s eyes look more sullen.

"Yeah. The, Test.. Experiments, shock therapy, we didn't go outside, we didn't get to have any contact with the outside world, we never even saw sunlight. I got lucky when my mom was able to pull me out of there, who knows how I would have ended up... but why are you asking? You don't seem like the type of guy to care." He says, and Jim shrugs.

"Who knows I might surprise you.."

"I Highly doubly it, so.. what do you want?" He asks, the waitress returns witu their coffee and places it, they give her a small nod of Thanks and she walks off, (Y/n) sips his sweet coffee and Jim spills it.

"Jane needs someone to help her control her powers, so you're going to help.. In Exchange, you can see her."

(Y/n) stops drinking his coffee, and slowly places the cup down and turns his cold eyes to Jim.

" "In exchange?" This isn't some trade of goods, and regardless I am going to see my sister." (Y/n) clenched the cup handle a bit tightly.

"Yes, in exchange, as much as you want to act like It, you aren't all of a sudden everyone's friend. You just popped up randomly with powers."

"Just Like her, Right?" He says back.

"I can trust her."

"And why not me?"

"She's a 11 year old girl, they're not good at lying, barely legal adults on the other hand."

"Well aren't you funny? I'm not going to play by some dumb rule to see my sister. You aren't going to stop me."

"This 41 Magnum says otherwise." He replies, (Y/n) could probably assume the handgun is under the table in his holster.

"You really want to try this Jim?" (Y/n) and Jim stare at each other. There was silence between them but the tension was so heavy, an intensity fills the diner, as their aggression whispers were promises of destruction.

"I've lost most of my family, I won't lose her too." He says, Jim sees the desperation and Sorrow In his eyes when he spoke, Hopper relents just for a moment and sighs.

"God Dammit... okay, it's true I don't trust you, but Jane.. she wants you to come over for Christmas."

"Christmas? Huh.." (Y/n) says, and Jim nods.

"Yeah, told me she wants it with her Family, with her "Papa and Brother.", and, if that's what the kid wants.." Jim says, and trails on. (Y/n) felt his heart skip a beat, a depressing warmness fills his heart and he nods. Holding back a few tears Jim can see him look down and sniffle.

"...I'd like that." He says. Jim's attitude softens, and stands up.

"Yeah... come over, I'm sure she'd like to see you." He says, and (Y/n) nods once more, wiping a single tear.

December 24th.

The Cabin was renovated to fit the lifestyle of a Preteen girl with powers and a rugged Old cop. A medium sized Christmas tree was planted on a big pot and (Y/n) and Eleven are setting it up.

"Okay, now, place the star on the top."

"Okay."

Eleven, using her powers lifts the star up, and places the plastic model on the top. He gives her a small pat on the back.

"There you go." (Y/n) gives her a smile, and Jane couldn't help but crack a smile. The two look at the fully decorated Tree adorned with Christmas foil and ornaments.

"Well, I guess that's that, you want some Cocoa?"

"Cocoa?" Jane asks, obviously confused by the term. (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

"Cocoa? You've never heard of it? Jim's never given you any?" (Y/n) asks and Jane just shakes her head confused. He scoffs and walks to grabs his keys.

"Cmon." He says, Jane looks hesitant and fiddles with her fingers.

"We're not supposed to go outside." She says, and he stops.

"Jane, you've been cooped up in this place, Jim's out on some investigation, and who knows when he's coming back and I'm not leaving you here alone, Cmon.. I promise you'll have fun." He says, A bit convinced, Jane follows and they head to his car and out of the woods and into the city, he keeps Jane close as he shows her the snow, the cool winds and the festivities of Christmas. After shopping for the food for Christmas, and getting Jane a Santa hat, they return as she has a glow about her. Jim is still away, but that doesn't stop them or (Y/n), boiling milk in a pot on a stove he shows Jane the brown powder.

"Now. This is Cocoa." He says and she looks at it, obviously a bit confused.

"It's.. Dirt."

"It's Not Dirt."

"It looks like dirt."

"I know what it looks like—"

"I bet it tastes like dirt."

"No it's..anyway.. it's made from Cocoa beans, they grind them down and refine them into a powder. And you mix that powder into hot milk or water, and it turns it into Cocoa." He explains, as the milk comes to a small boil, he pours it into the pot and begins to stir, Jane watches with intensity and curiosity, as he finishes the brew, he can see the intensity that Jane is watching and finds nothing but amusement. He pours a hot up into a mug for him and another for her. Sitting down at the couch he hands it to her, and she cautiously takes it with both hands.

"Now, it's hot.. be careful and just take a sip." He says, and She does as told, she takes a cautionary sip, the rich flavor and scent of warm chocolate hits her sensory and goes overload, she stops for a second, her eyes going wide.

"Good, isn't it." He says, and she begins to chug it down and his face quickly turns to concern. She finishes and a deep brown mustache is above her upper lip and hands him the cup (Y/n) tries to stiffen down his laugh, Jane looks at his quizzically.

"What?" She says, "Do you want another cup?" He asks, snickering and she nods eagerly. He refills the cup and she continues to eagerly consume the cocoa. She finishes again with the same mustache and he tries not keep his composure again. This time she looks more frustrated.

"What's so funny?" She asks and he obliged.

"Okay, let me show you." He drinks a portion of his and forms his own mustache, he points which causes Eleven to giggle at it, he smiled so genuinely at her. She drops her cup on accident and it plummets to the ground, before it can shatter on the ground, it stops mid air, and slowly floats upward via (Y/n), who then takes the handle of the mug.

"Cmon, I got a few movies we can watch." He puts in a VHS of the classic "Gremlins." And sits next to Jane, who is a bit oblivious.

"What's a, Gremlin?" She asks and he elaborates.

"They're annoying little monsters that you can't feed after midnight. Trust me I think you'll really like it." He says, halfway into the film, Jane is asleep, most l due to the literal gallon of Cocoa she consumed. Resting her head on his shoulder, she sleeps so soundly, he looks over to her resting so calmly and he smiles.

"Lightweight."

Five minutes later, he's also asleep, his head cocked back and open. The door Jingles and opens to a grumbling Jim.

"I leave for one day and you two.." he says before seeing them sleeping so, soundly and calmly. His attitude lightens up a bit and he just puts a blanket on them, he checks his watch and raises an eyebrow, he looks at them sleeping so warmly.

"Huh, Midnight.. Merry Christmas."

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conflicted bodies — sherlock holmes x male reader

❝ CONFLICTED BODIES ❞ — PART ⅠⅠ

PART Ⅰ — ❝ conflicted feelings ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ After a drunken night of revealing one's feelings, Sherlock cannot go back on his words however much he'd like to. When you turn up to his flat, in need of his help, Sherlock is forced to face the consequences. However, the consequences aren't all that bad when it might lead to another night spent together.

PAIRING ➢ top!sherlock holmes x bottom!male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ 18+ SMUT, switch/dom!Sherlock, switch/sub!reader, edging, teasing, restraints, orgasm denial, fingering, p in a, handjob, rivals to lovers, mentions of alcohol & drinking, physical affection, romantic affection, cursing, slight gore and blood, mentions of needles and stitches, slight fluff at the end

WORD COUNT ➢ 5.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ this is my first and last time writing smut, cause i hate writing it. i’m sorry if it sucks, but at least it’s something? enjoy, you horny Sherlock whores! this is the last part.

MASTERLIST

non-male and minors DO NOT INTERACT !

Sherlock was pacing again.

He walked back and forth. Thinking. Contemplating. Deducing.

His eyes jumped between the clues hung up on his wall to the papers scattered across the floors. He tried to piece it together, to connect the dots. But… It just didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Who could be behind it all? Who could continue to effortlessly outwit him like this? He was convinced there were a simple answer to it all; an answer that laid right beneath his nose. 

A forgotten cup of tea stood on a table close to him, its steam already gone cold. Beside it, was the sofa. His eyes jumped to it, immediately averting when his thoughts rushed to you. To the way you had felt in his arms. To the way you had kissed him. You were so soft and so warm against his skin. Warmth had pooled in the pit of his stomach.

He ignored the way his heart seemed to skip a beat, instead returning his focus to the case at hand. It had plagued him for quite some time, and he was no closer to solving it than before. It was the whole reason he had gone out to drink last night, at all. He just wanted one night of not having to think constantly. And ironically, it was what caused his thoughts to now be messier than ever before.

The memory of you was so fresh in his mind, still; he had to shut his eyes and rubbed them with the soles of his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get you out of his thoughts. And it wasn’t exactly pure thoughts, per se, either. Every time he remembered how your hands had felt against his skin, he felt warmth pool in the bottom of his stomach and cheeks began to burn. 

Why?

That was the big question, wasn’t it? 

Why?

He had loathed you for all of his career. It wasn’t exactly because he disliked you as a person, no. You were clever, funny, and, he could admit it, handsome. You were also very skilled at your job, something he often admired. It was just…

Sherlock sighed at the thought.

You were too good. Too clever, at times. You were a competitor to him. A rival. He saw you as someone he had to be better than, someone to beat.

Sherlock stopped his pacing, gazing out the window, the low afternoon sun shining in.

However, he supposed that his competitiveness stemmed from that he admired some part of you. Your cleverness. Your humour. Your handsomeness.

His drunken self maybe hadn’t been so far off from the truth, after all.

“Fuck.”

The second the word was uttered a noise rang throughout the flat, haunting his ears with it’s sound. The ring clock. Sherlock’s eyes turned to the direction of the door, waving it off without a second thought. Probably Lestrade or Mrs Hudson waiting to disturb him with something useless.

He didn’t have time for this!

Whoever it was had now turned to knocking on the door, forceful enough to make it rattle in its hinges. The sound made Sherlock stop in his tracks. Whoever stood on the other side of the door was adamant on disturbing him, and therefore, annoying him. With a defeated sigh he walked over to it and threw it open, fully prepared to berate whoever stood before him. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was the sight of you.

Your tired form rested against the doorframe, barely being able to hold it up. Dark splattering of blood spread across your face, as well as reaching from your hands up to your arms. Sherlock’s gaze raked over your body, noticing the dark pool on your abdomen, to where your hand was pressed in a futile attempt to stop the flow. You could feel the stabbing pain of your wound slowly fading into a faint throb. The lids of your eyes threatened to droop closed from exhaustion and you had to force your gaze into meeting Sherlock’s.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Sherlock considered you, mind still occupied of the night before. Ultimately, he stepped aside to let you in, his gaze softening. At your wavering step he instinctively reached out, hands steadying you against him. It was his turn to support you into his flat, mindful of not putting pressure on your injury. The flat was as messy as you had left it that morning, if not more so. Sherlock helped you lower into the same sofa you had spent the night on, and you couldn’t keep the thoughts of the feel of him against you from invading your mind.

You groaned, leaning back against the soft cushions, still keeping pressure against your wound. Sherlock dared lift your shirt, peering at the dark red glistening in the golden candlelight.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What does it look like, detective?” You sucked in a breath.

His unamused glare pinned you to the spot. “It looks like you’ve been a fool.”

You rolled your eyes. “I got stabbed, genius. And now I’m bleeding. Need I explain further for you?”

Sherlock stood up without another word and made his way towards the kitchen with hurried steps. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your head fall back against the cushions. Sherlock was right. You had acted foolishly and irrationally — probably because your mind was still fully occupied by last night’s events — which had led to your injury. And now you had turned up at the last place you wanted to be found at. Despite your better judgment, Sherlock had been the first person to come to mind.

He came back to your spot on the sofa with medical supplies in hand, and a bottle of whiskey. You were mildly surprised he actually possessed those things in his flat, but you guessed looks could be deceiving. With a careful hand, he lifted the ends of your shirt and fully exposed your flush skin to his eyes, and gave him access to the bleeding wound. Sherlock began to wash the area with a clean washcloth and water, and then with rubbing alcohol. You winced at the stinging sensation it caused you, and he poured some whiskey into a glass, handing it over to you with a curt nod.

“Cheers,” you said, downing the thing in one swipe. The alcohol burned in your throat, but numbed the pain a tad.

Sherlock pinned you with his observative gaze, letting the washcloth soak in a bowl of now bloody water.

“Good news, it wasn’t a very deep stab wound and you’ll recover quickly.”

“Reckoned as much,” you nodded.

“You’ll still need stitches.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

You glanced at your abdomen, before shifting to the needles beside Sherlock. You cocked your head, extending a hand with the palm up. Sherlock removed them from out of your reach, settling you with a glare. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Can you even stitch wounds back together?” you asked.

Sherlock started prepping the needle, hands as steady as ever. “As a matter of fact, I can. And I reckon I could do a better job than you could ever do in a state such as this.”

You rolled your eyes again, but let him have access to your abdomen. Sherlock leaned closer, needle in hand, and his observative eyes jumped over your face as his fingers danced across the skin of your stomach. It made shivers crawl up your spine and you had to fight against your own mind to not think of how good that felt. You could still feel the remembrance of his touches the previous night and it was strange to now be pinned underneath his gaze in such a vulnerable state.

With a sharp pain that made your face contort into a wince, Sherlock started sewing your wound together. His eyes kept jumping between his work and your face, watchful of every change in your features. When he noticed no danger, his whole focus turned to stitching the wound. You took the opportunity to watch him, eyes glazing over every detail of his face. The nearby candlelight highlighted his sharp features, and maybe it was the loss of blood, but it presented him in an almost ethereal way. His hair was in better kept curls than how he had woken up that morning, and it fell perfectly to frame his face. You could only imagine how you looked in contrast to him: your disheveled hair, the bruises already forming on your skin, the blood splattered across your whole body, and your dirty clothes. Despite yourself, you felt the urge to reach out to him; to caress his chin and jaw; to trace the lines of his mouth and lips, wanting to drag him closer.

“It’s considered rude to stare.”

“A lot of things are considered rude, but that doesn’t stop you from doing them,” you said, but averted your eyes.

Sherlock blew out a breath in answer, choosing not to reply to your bait. His eyes flitted up to your face, before his hands stilled, removing them from you. You glanced at the wound, seeing rows of perfect stitching sitting securely in your skin. He took hold of a bandage and rolled it over your whole abdomen, securing the wound against further strain and harm. You nodded to him as thanks, hoisting yourself further on the cushions. A surge of pain shot from the wound and you winced, feeling the dried blood against your face.

“Are you in danger?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Not anymore.”

Sherlock’s unyielding gaze stayed on yours, trying to coax an explanation out of you. When your eyes strayed across the flat and avoided his glare, he finally cleared his throat.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” He didn’t quite manage to keep the sharpness out of his voice.

You turned your face to his, letting your gaze meet his. Sherlock’s eyes were hard in their stare, and his mouth set in a straight line. Sherlock’s leg kept jumping up and down, and his hands twisting with anxiety. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was nervous. Why?

You shook off the thought, taking a deep breath.

“You’re the first one I thought of, Sherlock.”

A frown formed on his face. “What?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Did you really have to spell it out for him? He was a detective, for God’s sake.

“I got injured, and I immediately thought of you.”

You could see the moment he understood. The way his eyes widened, frown fading into raised eyebrows, mouth gaping, and leg stopped jumping. Despite your better judgement, you considered him safe, someone you could trust. And you hated your body for relaxing in his presence, your heart for beating so fast.

This was the moment you had been dreading. He would cast you out, shouting and swear words following your steps. He would never want to see you again, never to be near you again, even if it were only to taunt you. All you had built the previous night would come crashing down in a vicious mess as you desperately tried to crawl your way out of it.

When you realised he still hadn’t uttered a word you dared meet his eye. They were deep pools of emotion, swirling with their usual secrets. There was something else there, too. A softness that had never been there before. It was possible you had just never noticed it before, though.

He closed his eyes as a hand dragged across his face. When he met your gaze he released a breath and said, “Fuck it.”

Before you could gather your bearings, Sherlock’s lips met yours.

In less than twenty-four hours, Sherlock had kissed you twice. In less than twenty-four hours, he had caused you to question everything you knew about yourself and the man across from you. Sherlock brought forth feelings you didn’t know you had, and was an expert in making you show them.

The sudden kiss made a moan escape your lips, muffled by his soft lips. They felt the same as you had remembered them yesterday, but this time you could feel the emotions behind the kiss. It was like Sherlock wanted to convey all he wanted to tell you with a press of his lips. You wouldn’t let him. You demanded more.

You pulled away from him, falling back onto the sofa. His brows furrowed and eyes widened. He began to throw out a desperate explanation, his words a tangled mess. His voice died to nothing when your hand landed against his cheek, bringing his attention to your touch.

“Sherlock.”

His eyes met yours at the sound of his name, almost afraid to do so. “Yes?”

“Are you going to throw me out again?”

Sherlock winced as if the words had physically struck him. The morning was all too fresh in his mind, as hard as he had tried to forget it. All day, he had bargained with himself, trying to justify what he was feeling. However much Sherlock tried to convince himself, it was pointless. He admired all of you. He fancied you.

“I won’t throw you out again.”

“You didn’t show any signs of throwing me out last night, either. And yet…” you trailed off, letting him finish the sentence himself.

He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

��What was that?”

He settled you with a hard glare. You could barely take him seriously, though. His chest was rising and falling rapidly with his breaths, and pupils were blown wide. He wasn’t drunk this time, but it might be the next best thing. Drunk off of me, you mused.

Sherlock opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead he turned to the side, pressing his lips against your palm. You could feel his breath tickle the skin, the sensation sending shivers down your arm, allowing heat to rise to your ears. Such a simple gesture and it still managed to make you flustered.

“I was afraid,” he said.

A laugh almost escaped your lips. “The great Sherlock Holmes, afraid of me?”

His eyes were steady, humour gone from his voice when he spoke, “Yes. Afraid to confront my feelings for you. Feelings,” he rushed out to say, “that I very much have.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

You tugged his face forward, crashing your lips together. His tongue danced against your own, fighting for control. Not again, you thought. Carefully, you bit down on his lip, drawing a groan from his chest. He leant closer, encasing you between his arms as he lowered himself.

Sherlock’s hand pressed against your chest, making you sink further into the cushions. He pulled away, ever so slightly, to allow room for breathing. His lips brushed yours, barely touching, and you felt his breath fan across them, prickling your skin. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as his hand ventured lower, tugging at the ends of your shirt.

The fingers that had earlier stitched your skin together now danced across it, tentative, and made shivers spread through your spine. With a frustrated sigh, you took ahold of his waist, digging your nails into the skin there. He moaned into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed.

“Wait,” he whispered.

You hesitated, scanning his face for any signs of regret. Instead, his fingers brushed against your bandaged side, his eyes flitting between it and your face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You huffed out a laugh. So that was what all the fuss was about.

“I think that ship has already sailed.”

Sherlock’s gaze stayed on yours, still serious. But you couldn’t ignore the way his eyes kept jumping to your lips, his pupils blown wide, and breath ragged. He looked almost as intoxicated as you felt.

You settled his worries by pushing his hand further down, closer to your abdomen. You could feel the strain of your pants, pressing against a too sensitive area, waiting to be released. Sherlock’s breath hitched as he felt the bulge, before pressing firmer against it. You had to fight a moan.

“I have suffered worse,” you rasped, “Like your attitude.”

Sherlock only huffed a breath before crashing your lips together. It was frustration, a clashing of teeth, and a pulling on lips that made you submit to him with a moan. There was that fiery passion that made you weak in the knees. It was alarming how eager you were for him to take control over you.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, hm?”

His low murmur reverberated through your joined limbs. You nodded with a jerk of your head. He pulled you to your feet by your hand, pressing you closer by your waist. The journey to Sherlock’s bedroom was a short one, but a difficult one as neither of you could keep your hands to yourself for very long. His tongue pressed against yours, as his hands travelled over your skin.

Sherlock removed your shirt, throwing it on the floor. You huffed, sending him the best glare you could muster at a moment like this.

“What?”

“It’ll get dirty.”

“I don’t have such a dirty floor.”

You meaningfully eyed the shirt laying against the mess of other countless items of clothing. To be truthful, you couldn’t care less about a dirty shirt when Sherlock was looking at you with those eyes. It only managed to rile him up, bring that flare you adored so much. Nonetheless, Sherlock rolled his eyes and brought you closer by your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw. Then to your throat. Then across your collarbone.

Gods knew he felt glorious against you, almost making you delirious with every touch of his lips. You couldn’t admit it to Sherlock, though. His ego would never recover.

He came back up to your face for air, breath fanning over your lips. Carefully, he pushed you against the bed so you laid against it, gazing up at him. His hair was dishevelled, eyes heavy lidded with dark pupils blown wide. He stretched to take off his own shirt and undid his belt, throwing it across the bed. He crawled against you, skin meeting skin. Sherlock’s warm breath prickled yours as he brought his face closers to yours. He looked divine, and felt it, too. His arms held himself up so he hovered over you, his muscles clearly defined in the streetlight coming from the window.

“My Gods,” he rasped.

You let out a chuckle against his lips. “I’m not faithful, but I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Again, Sherlock’s lips closed over yours. You couldn’t notice anything further than the feel of his mouth, his warm skin flush against yours, and the locks of his hair prickling your face. You could only imagine how he looked right now, so you did the next best thing and travelled your hands to his head. Sherlock’s hair was soft against your fingers, grabbing hold of it and eliciting a deep moan from his chest.

You grinned, yanking his head back. Sherlock gasped against your lips, before smiling down at you. Of course the bastard would be into harsher play. And you would be lying if you said you weren't also into it.

He kissed you again, letting his hand trail the side of your stomach, inching closer to the band of your trousers. You felt yourself getting impatient by the featherlight touches, yearning for him to touch you properly. Sherlock knew it, too, by the way his hand hovered over the visible pressure in your trousers. Instead of indulging you, he dropped his hand to let his fingers graze up and down the inside of your leg. It only added to your discomfort and you bucked impatiently.

Immediately, a sharp pain shot through your body, making you wince. The wound was too recent for you to move much. Sherlock noticed, stilling instantly. His eyes jumped between your face and your bandages.

“Are you sure you’re okay for this?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, drawing his lips to yours again. And again, you tried to move your hips for any sort of friction. Sherlock pulled away, sending you a stern glare.

“You have to keep still or you’ll wound yourself even worse.”

“Then stop being a tease and touch me.”

Sherlock considered you before smirking. “I’m not sure I can refrain from that.”

Without any hesitation, he took hold of your wrists and pinned your hands above you. Your eyes widened, feeling the tight grip of his fingers that wouldn’t allow you to move your arms. He glanced around, before reaching over you and tying something over your wrists. You tilted your head, seeing his belt holding your hands together to the bed frame. Tentatively, you pulled on it, feeling the leather dig into your skin. Sherlock’s hands grazed yours as he met your shocked gaze.

“You’re serious?” you asked.

He cocked his head, giving you a meaningful glare.

“It wont’t keep me from moving my hips, y’know?”

Sherlock smiled. “No, but it might teach you to stay still.”

His hands kept travelling south, making their way to your jaw and lifting it closer to him. You were rendered defenceless, your only option to meet the touch of his lips. You felt the flutter of your stomach, fully realising the control he now had over you. It was incredible.

As if he could read your thoughts, Sherlock’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, and you could feel the warmth of his fingers close over the skin of your throat. There wasn’t any pressure, but just the feel of it brought shivers up your spine and the strain of your trousers became impossibly tighter. You gave Sherlock a meaningful stare, cocking your head.

Sherlock shook his head, chuckling. “Let’s take these off, huh?”

Finally he allowed his hands to fall to your trousers, unbuckling them and dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips for him, allowing him to take off your underwear, as well. The relief was immediate and you gasped at the colder air around your skin. You were now completely naked, wholly at Sherlock’s mercy, and the thought seemed to thrill him by the way his mouth hung open. His eyes jumped all over you, speechless, not seeming to be able to get enough of the sight. You smiled with smug pleasure.

Quickly, Sherlock removed his own trousers, hurrying to get closer to you again. He was more careful with his touches, allowing the feel of his skin warm yours and send your mind spiralling. Not in a million years could you have predicted to find yourself where you were right now — who you were with, and who was currently grinding his hips against your unclothed ones. The feeling made you see stars, so desperate for release.

Sherlock’s lips met yours, drawing your focus to how you couldn’t bring your hands to draw them through his hair. The thought frustrated you and you groaned into the kiss. Sherlock’s hand lowered, closing over your dick. You let out a gasp, tugging at the restraints. Sherlock’s lips danced against yours as his hand tugged, spreading the precum over your dick.

It was all you could do to not cry out in relief. Finally feeling some friction made you moan, pressing against Sherlock’s lips even harder in appreciation. He smiled into the kiss, allowing his thumb to press against your tip. You could feel the pressure in your stomach building, making you impatient and wanting.

Just then, Sherlock drew away his hand, leaving you wanting for more. You bit his lip in retaliation, letting him feel every part of your frustration. He sighed, lowering his hand to your bottom, the pad of his finger probing at your ass. He entered one finger, carefully feeling you out. He watched your face for any reaction and you closed your eyes, sighing.

Sherlock entered one, and then two, more fingers into. It felt amazing when he started stretching you out, carefully curling his fingers. His lips met yours, swallowing any sounds and moans you let out. It allowed you to just bask in the feeling of him. Every shift of his muscles, breath of his chest, and moving of his hips made you want to embrace the man. But you couldn’t, due to the cursed restraints. Still, that didn’t keep you from trying and from moving your knee to graze his growing arousal.

Sherlock moaned with you, pressing against somewhere sensitive inside you. Again, you could feel your orgasm coming, dick twitching, clenching around his fingers and biting Sherlock’s bottom lip. Your hips lifted against them, shooting pain through your body again. You cringed, but pairing it with the pleasure Sherlock’s fingers were doing made you moan. Soft words of praising or pleading left your tongue, the meaning of them so slurred to the point not even you could make out. You wanted him impossibly closer.

You groaned when Sherlock, once again, drew away. You were getting real tired of his behaviour. The man finally got you into bed, and you were starting to think he wanted to get you out if it. Sherlock was playing a dangerous game with you, and you swore to get him back on it.

“Please,” you whispered.

You didn’t care about your pride at this point, just that you would get what you wanted. The only thing you could think about was the absence of his touch. Sherlock seemed to realise what he was doing, a cheeky smirk forming on his lips.

“Please what?” came his coy reply.

“Please fuck me or I swear I’m going to punch you in your smug face.”

His eyebrows raised. “You can’t punch me.”

You glanced up at your restraints and then down at where his hands rested beside your legs. A smile tugged at your lips. “I could kick you.”

Sherlock breath fanned over your face, his lips grazing yours before pulling into a lazy smile. “Then I better give you what I want.”

He sat up to pull of his underwear, drawing your eyes to every detail of him. He was breathing heavily, his muscles pulled taut and hair in a dishevelled mess. Sherlock sank back close to you, embracing you closely. The warmth of his skin spread to yours, creating a sheen layer of sweat between you. You were way too aware of every part of you touching, every sensation turned tenfold.

Carefully, Sherlock hovered over you, his elbows holding himself up as he guided his hips to yours. You could feel the long awaited moment of his cock probing at your entrance, careful as he watched your face. You nodded, smiling.

Sherlock sighed as he sunk into you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. You moaned at the feel of stretching you out, trying to move him closer. Your hands were still restrained, but you could roll your hips into some resemblance of friction. Sherlock kissed your jaw, trailing his lips across your neck. It was messy but so full of passion you couldn’t seem to care.

“Please,” you muttered again.

Sherlock’s head lifted from your neck, tilting to look you in the eye. “You’re already getting what you want, what is it now?”

You tugged at the restrains, yearning to be able to run your hands over his back. “Just let me touch you.”

“You gonna stay still?”

“Can’t promise anything,” you smiled.

He glanced up at your wrists, before leaning over to set them free. The second you could move, your hands shot to take hold of his jaw, drawing his face to meet yours. The warmth of his skin was finally under your touch. You couldn’t help but to pull him closer, settling him even deeper inside you, and drawing a moan out of his chest. The sound made you crazy, bringing your arms around his shoulders, the defined muscles feeling glorious beneath your fingers.

As Sherlock continuously pulled in and out of you, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you, your nails raked over his warm skin. You were sure deep marks were left behind, but you weren’t sure if Sherlock was just ignoring the pain, or enjoying it. By the way his face turned to mark your neck with moans leaving his tongue in mutterings, you suspected the latter was true.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it either, the mixing of pain and pleasure. Your wound was still sore, and every grind of Sherlock’s hips reminded you of some sort of phantom of that pain. It left your mouth agape, left to just keep still underneath Sherlock, every touch of his lips sending goosebumps over your skin, and every sting of your wound adding to the surreal feeling.

For a third time this night, you felt yourself getting close, clinging to every movement of his hips, feeling the shift of his muscles as he held himself up. You muttered so, kissing the shell of his ear. Sherlock sped up, hitting your prostate even harder and faster, chasing his own release to match yours. The pain and pleasure became too much for you and your dick twitched in anticipation.

He dipped down to connect your lips, before drawing a deep moan from your chest as you climaxed, clenching his dick in the process. Sherlock almost fell against you in the relief of the feeling but caught himself as to not burden your wound, and stayed still as his own orgasm powered through.

Only when both your heartbeats had slowed and your breathing returned to normal did Sherlock meet your eye, kissing you slowly as he pulled out, the sensation feeling like too much for your oversensitive body. Every little movement was too much, and now that the pleasure had begun to subside the pain in your stomach was more prominent than ever.

Sherlock’s fingers trailed along your body, carefully bringing your mind back to him, to your body, and all the places you were touching. It was grounding your mind, allowing you to fully relax. He touched your bandages with a tender hand, trying to feel for any faults.

“You’re still good.”

“No thanks to you,” came your witty answer.

Sherlock sent you a deadened glare, trying not to quick back a no-doubt clever reply. Instead, he moved away, making you shiver in the cold air, and returned with a fresh rag to wipe down the sweat and fluids between the both of you. You accepted it gratefully, sitting up against the bedpost when finished. Sherlock’s hands surrounded your shoulders to steady you, still a careful air around him.

You brought his lips to yours in a sudden kiss, allowing him to relax. “I’m good, Sherlock. Don’t worry.”

He forced himself to take a deep breath and to sit down beside you, pulling the covers over your shoulders. You watched him with an amused glint.

“What?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders before smiling. “Nothing. Just not used to seeing you this nervous.”

“I’m always nervous around you.”

Sherlock met your eye with the most sincere expression you’ve seen on him. An eyebrow raised in his direction.

“You sure have a peculiar way of showing it. Throwing me out and tying me up—”

Sherlock huffed and scooted down to lay down against the bed, avoiding your amused gaze. “Will you ever let that go?”

You bent down to lay against him, your head by his shoulder, your breath fanning against his ear. “I don’t think so.”

Sherlock turned his head so that his lips grazed yours. “Careful, or I’ll have to tie you up again.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you whispered, pressing your mouth to his in a deep kiss. “Maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up.”

Fuck, Sherlock thought. There was no way in bloody hell he could ever go back to being just colleagues again, not after having known you so close to him. It was done. He was falling for you, and you both knew it.

© 2023 all rights reserved to ❝ moonyswritinq ❞. do not plagiarize, steal, repost w/o credit or use for your own gain.

[fandomnerd9602]

El x Male Reader x Max?

El collapses into the bed giggling…

Max and Y/N snuggle her from both sides…

Eleven: how did I end up so lucky?

Max: it’s pretty simple actually

Eleven: it is?

Y/N: yeah. you asked if you could join us and we said yes.

Max and Y/N kiss both of Eleven’s cheeks…

Hopper (downstairs): what’s going on? Is your door open?!

Y/N runs and opens the door…

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Finn Wolfhard X Reader Idea’s for you and me to write.

Finn Wolfhard X Ashnikko!Reader

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Finn Wolfhard X Bisexual!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Lesbian!Reader

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Finn Wolfhard X Black!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Male!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Keery!Reader (your Joe Keery’s sister)

Finn Wolfhard X Millies Sister!Reader (your y/n Bobby brown)

Finn Wolfhard X Actress!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Famous Artist!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Famous Guitarist!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Blind!Reader (inspired by toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Finn Wolfhard X Mute!Reader (your 100% mute)

Finn Wolfhard X Deaf!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Depressed!Reader

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Finn Wolfhard X Older Sister!Reader (he’s 21 your 25)

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Finn Wolfhard X Lesbian!Sister!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Introverted!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Bisexual!Male!Reader

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Finn Wolfhard X Mute!Brother!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Blind!Sister!Reader (your blindness is inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Finn Wolfhard X Tourette’s!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Jacks brother!Reader (your y/n Dylan grazer jacks brother)

Finn Wolfhard X Deaf!Sister!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Deaf!Brother!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Genderless!Reader

Finn Wolfhard X Famous!Model!Reader

(A/N: hello! You can use these idea’s if you want to, remember to go see my other posts there very interesting and inspiring if you have run out of inspiration and more :)

[some1kissme]

unrequited

pairing: will byers x male!reader

fandom: stranger things

summary: y/n gets his biggest secret revealed at rink-o-mania. on his birthday. and will sucks at roller skating.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: homophobia, being outed, use of the word queer, bullying, mediocre writing, kissing

category: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, angst with a happy ending

a/n- wrote this on wattpad, sorry for the weird spacing . also if u could not tell, angela is readers step-sis. im ngl this kinda is NOT my best writing but whatevs. it’s corny but i love corny shit.

“Is anyone else coming to your party?”

Y/N laughed as he lead the two siblings into rink-o-mania. "No Jane, you and Will are my only friends.”

They got their roller skates and moved to an empty bench to put them on. "Not even your step-sister?" Will questioned as he helped Jane untie the tangled laces on her skates.

"No way would she come, even if i invited her. Angela is the spawn of the devil. And plus, she's still mad at me because I didn't cover for her when she snuck out."

Y/N double knotted his laces and stood up, holding his hands out for his friends to take. "Shall we?"

They both laughed, letting him pull them into the roller-skating rink.

Eleven let go of his hand, doing a spin and smiling as she was cheered on.

"Oh my god! Y/N!!" Will held on to his hand tighter as Y/N started to go faster. He skating backwards, pulling Will along.

"If I fall, your coming down with me." Will warned, trying his hardest to keep his balance. He was too busy looking at his feet to see the look of pure adoration on Y/N's face.

Y/N made a particularly sharp turn to avoid a little girl, causing Will to loose his balance. "Shit!" He fell backwards with a thump, pulling Y/N right down with him.

He fell right on top of Will, quickly adjusting his weight as to not crush his friend. Y/N climbed off of him, redfaced. He couldn't even stand up due to how hard he was laughing.

"Shit! That's not funny!" Will himself could barely speak through his laughter.

Y/N pushed himself up off the dirty floor, wiping his hands on his jeans before offering a hand to Will.

Will took his hand, only to be pulled up with much more force than he was expecting. Losing his balance once again, he fell forward.

Y/N caught him, planting his hands on his biceps to steady him. Will blushed at their close proximity, averting his eyes from Y/N's teasing gaze. "Jeez Will, you didn't tell me how bad you were at this?"

Will scoffed in disbelief. "Hey! Neither of those times were my fault-"

"Y/N!" He was interrupted by eleven. She sped over to them, using the wall to stop herself. "I thought you said Angela would not be coming?" She pointed over to the DJ booth. Y/N followed her gaze.

Angela stood there with her gang, a sickening smile on her face. She held a small book to her chest. Y/N recognized it almost immediately.

"No..... no this is not happening right now."

The DJ stepped out of the booth, allowing Angela to take his spot. The music abruptly stopped, and all heads turned to her.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

Y/N ignored his friends calling out for him as he skated towards the exit of the rink. He pushed through the crowd of people who had stopped, waiting for Angela to speak.

"It's my brothers birthday today! Everyone say 'Happy Birthday Y/N.'"

He had reached the exit to the rink, only to be stopped by two of angela's friends. Their taunting smirks didn't help the overwhelming dread inside of him. Y/N tried to push past them, but couldn't get enough leverage with the skates on.

"Since we are celebrating Y/N today, I thought it would be best if everyone knew who this snitch really is." Angela spoke slowly and mockingly, as if she speaking to a child.

Y/N practically ripped his skates off, and jumped over the small wall that separated the rink from the walking area. He could hear Eleven and Will hot on his trail.

Angela opened the small notebook in front of her. "So, I have his diary here. I learned a lot about Y/N from reading this! Reading two whole pages about his pathetic unrequited love for Will Byers really gave me some insight on his personality." She flipped through the pages until she landed on one from a few weeks ago. "Here! This is another favorite of mine.."

Angela's voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd of teenagers in front of her.

Y/N rushed to the DJ booth, pleading for Angela to stop. "Why are you doing this?" He tried to snatch his diary out of her hands, but he was pulled backwards, slamming into a hard chest.

"What do you think your doing, queer?"

His heart beat rapidly in his chest as blood began to rush to his face. "I'm- I'm not. i'm not gay."

Angela's loud cackle made Y/N wince. "I have all the proof right here!" She jumped down from the DJ booth, and began to skate towards the rink. "C'mon y/n! Everyone wants to see!" She handed the diary to a group of boys reaching out for it.

Tears welled up in his eyes as his breathing became uneven. Clammy hands clawed at his throat, trying to gasp for air he couldn’t get.

"Your boyfriend is over there, Byers!"

Y/N's blood ran cold as he heard the familiar name. Not being able to bare will seeing him like this, he ran.

He burst out of the front door of rink-o-mania, wincing under the harsh sunlight. The California heat dried up the tears streaming down his cheeks. Not paying any mind to the fact that he was outside in only his socks, Y/N ran to his truck. It was a beat up pick-up that his dad had gotten him for his 16th birthday.

He jumped in the backseat and slammed the door, blasting the AC as he tried to catch his breath. His vision was blurred by tears, so he couldn't drive away even if he wanted too. Being a year older and having his license meant that Y/N drove Eleven and Will around everywhere. Including rink-o-mania. No matter how much he wanted to go home, he couldn't strand them there.

Y/N banged his fists against the seat in front of him in anger, cursing his stupidity. "Damn it! Why would I write it? Shit... I'm such an idiot." He muttered to himself.

Y/N hid in his car for the next 30 minutes, his legs splayed across the backseat in a pathetic attempt to get comfortable. Eventually the panic attack had ceased, and he was able to breathe and see clearly. He was hiding from everyone who had witnessed Angela cruelly outing him, but more importantly he was hiding from Will.

His feelings for Will are the most important secret Y/N had ever kept. He could bare hiding away his feelings and his identity, if it meant keeping Will in his life. But now it was all ruined.

Self-hatred swarmed his mind like a hive of angry bees. Y/N wanted nothing more than to just like girls. To be normal.

He cursed himself for wondering more about what Jane and Will might think, rather than his own safety. Y/N doubted Jane even knew what 'gay' meant. But Jane wasn't the one that Y/N was really worried about. it was Will.

A small voice of reason in the back of his head spoke. He knew Will would never shame him for who he was. But what would he think about his feelings for him? Y/N's love for him being requited was not a genuine possibility that ever crossed his mind.

Y/N was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on the window opposite of his seat. His heart rate sky-rocked at the sight Will. He was standing there, eyes swimming with tears. He held Y/N's shoes in his hand, silently pleading him to unlock the door.

Y/N shook his head, tears threatening to spill again.

Will didn't take no for an answer, he only knocked harder. "Y/N please just open the door. I just want to talk." His voice was muffled, but Y/N could hear it cracking as he began to cry.

Y/N looked up quickly, clearly alarmed by his crying. He reached over to unlock the door and then sunk back into his seat, moving his legs so that Will would have room to sit. He stared out the window, refusing to meet Will's gaze as he climbed into the car.

Will grabbed his shoulders and forced Y/N to face him. "Hey..." He pulled him into a tight hug, allowing Y/N to cry into his shoulder. They sat in the backseat of Y/N's pickup, both crying and hugging. He felt relieved to have some sort of comfort. Y/N knew that realistically Will would never treat him cruelly, but he couldn’t help the anxiety engulfing his mind at the thought of it.

"I'm sorry." Y/N muttered into his shirt.

Will pulled away from the hug to look at his tear-stained face. "What are you apologizing for?"

Y/N averted his eyes, cheeks heating up in embarrassment and shame. "What Angela said in front of everybody. About me... and you." He pulled away from Will completely, bracing himself for a gentle rejection.

"Don't be sorry for that. Please.... Y/N look at me." His eyes met Will's without even a second thought. He grabbed Y/N's face in his hands. "Don't be sorry. I know I'm not."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. He refused to believe what was practically being spelled out for him. "What do you mean?" He struggled to get the words out, trying to choke back another sob.

In a moment of bravery, will's lips met Y/N's. The initial shock wore off quickly, and Y/N eagerly responded to the kiss. His hands gripped Will's shirt, gently pulling him closer.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, but Y/N didn't waste a second before chasing after his lips. He pulled Will down by the back of his neck and connected their lips once again. He squeezed his shoulder affectionately, urging Will to climb onto his lap.

Will indulged his silent request, moving to straddle Y/N's hips. They pulled away, chests heaving and lips swollen.

"Your 'pathetic' love for Will Byers is definitely not unrequited." Will stared down at y/n, an adoring smile on his face.

"I'm glad to know."

[supercap2319]

Eleven: “Y/N, did you have a nightmare last night?”

Y/N: *Frowns* “Umm... No. Why do you ask?”

Eleven: *Innocently* “I heard you screaming one’s name last night. I call for him too when I get scared as well.”

Peter: *Smirks* “It was one hell of a nightmare, right Y/N?”

Y/N: *Blushes hard as he looks at Joyce, Jonathan, and Will*

[f4eism]

DATING JANE ELEVEN "EL" HOPPER WOULD INCLUDE:

baking el eggos whenever she wants

the two of you love to dance and listen to music

defending el against her bullies at school

comforting el when she misses hopper

you enjoy making eleven flower crowns and putting ribbons in her hair, she thinks they're cute and wears them with pride

the two of you leaving cute little notes in each others lockers between class periods

you ask will for some of his paint supplies sometimes and he hesitantly agrees, ending up in goofy paint sessions between you and your girlfriend — paint all over both of you

cuddling in her room late at night, whispering about what you both want to do after high school and other mundane things

you help mrs. byers ("oh please, call me joyce honey!") cook sometimes and el smiles at the two of you, heart about to burst.

giving will a muse for his paintings sometimes

laughing at johnathan and argyle's stupid high conversations while eleven and will roll their eyes with small grins on their faces

did i mention that the byers-hopper family LOVES YOU?

boosting up jane's confidence by always telling her she looks beautiful

"so do you, y/n. the most prettiest ever!"

when eleven defeated vecna you hugged her and showered her with as much affection as you could

tearing up when el reunited with hopper

getting introduced by your girlfriend to the party and all of them quickly welcoming you with open arms

helping el adjust to her powers again

you were shocked at first about your girlfriend being telekinetic, but once you got used to it you thought it was really fucking cool

being close friends with dustin, lucas and mike

going with el to visit max at the hospital every so often, leaving a teddy bear and flowers you picked out of somebody's garden

soothing her when she cries at night and placing kisses all over her face, reassuring her

using el's powers to play pranks on the other members of the party sometimes

asking the older members of the party for relationship advice

going to the movies and holding hands while the credits roll

putting el onto all kinds of new snacks

always having to be holding her hand or touching her in some kind of way

el coming to you with all of her problems and you happily listening and helping where you can.

a/n: i love this sweet girl! she deserves the whole world and then some.

[coffeeandbyers]

Family | Eleven x Reader _Pt1

Eleven x Male! Reader x Kali (kind of)

Warnings: season 2 spoilers, reader injury

You were the first to climb out of the van, stretching your arms out with a content sigh. You turn and see Jane looking around the area of the small gas station. and you nudge her shoulder. “What, never been to a gas station?” She looks at you blankly, before shaking her head, “Um, no.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat. Come on!” The next thing Jane knew, your hand was in hers as you pulled her into the store. She tries to ignore the feeling in her stomach, one that wasn’t all unfamiliar - as she remembers feeling this way when she was with Mike.

The bell dings, and the man at the counter greets the two of you. You let go of Jane’s hand when you get to the candy isle near the back, and a grin appears on your face. “Ever have chocolate, Jane?”

“No.” She looks away, seeming embarrassed, and you hold in a chuckle.

“Here,” You grab a Twix bar and place it in her hand, and she stares at it in wonder. “It’s good, but honestly I prefer..this.” She looks up and sees a plastic bag half full of some kind of candy shaped like bears. “What is that?”

You let out a delighted sigh, “These, my dear Jane, are gummy bears. They taste like fruit and are heaven on Earth-” A loud bang cut you off, making you both look at each other in surprise, and you quickly walk to the front where Kali, Axel, and Dottie were. Axel was behind the counter, stuffing cash into a bag, and you scoff. Then you notice the man pointing his gun at Kali, and you rush to step in. “Hey, hey, hey! No need to get hostile, sir.”

“Stay back!” He threatens, he himself stumbling back as you keep moving forward. You can’t help but grin, “Don’t do anything stupid,” You tease, “Look, here. Even?” You dig your hand into your (f/c) jacket’s pocket and show him a stack of 50 dollar bills, which you’d been saving for whatever reason. “Please excuse Axel, he can be an idiot, too.”

As you were talking, he must have thought you were too close for comfort, and he pulled the trigger in a panic. Everything flashed before your own two (e/c) eyes, the sound of Jane and Kali screaming as you stumble backwards. A pain shot up your torso, and you feel yourself being pulled up from the floor. The last thing you hear is Jane calling out to you.

Im making a part 2 since it was gonna get too long if I kept it all in one!

Hope you liked this :’’)

[6rookie-writer0110]

MasterList 106;

Headcanon Gwen Stacy (Spiderverse) being a sister figure to reader

Low Key- Hope Mikaelson x Male Reader (Smut)

The ground is getting closer - Jax Teller x Male Reader (Smut)

Headcanon Golden Boy x Cate Dunlap x Male Reader (Some Smut included)

Let's lay by the tall green grass - Peter Parker x Male Reader

Take your aim- Caitlin Snow x Agent Venom/Male Reader (Smut)

Until the stars sleep- William Seed x Male Reader (Smut)

Little Secret - Millie Bobby Brown x Male Reader (Smut)

Headcanon Jaime Reyes (Xolo) x Male ReaderKryptonian

[princess-of-inarizaki]

hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

[jae-is-confused]

Boundries

Under cut :D

These are just basic things that I will or will not write.

Let's start with some basic rules.

DO NOT ask for the reader to be of a specific ethnicity, have a certain appearance or have a certain clothing styles. It doesn't give me much to work with when it comes to scenarios/headcanons, especially when I have to write for 10+ people/characters.

To add onto that, I write for MALE/GN READERS ONLY. Male readers need recognition more and I am here to deliver. I'm also a masc representing/male identifying trans writer so it is what I, personally, am most comfortable writing. Any female request will be changed to gender neutral pronouns or deleted.

If I have in some way broken boundaries please let me know.

Do not take it personally if I don't write one of your request. I have nothing against you, but maybe I just didn't have any ideas for it

As for ships, I personally do not feel comfortable shipping anyone together. Whether it's an actor or a fictional character I will not be writting ship posts. ESPECIALLY if they are a real person like an actor[Example: Noah Schnapp x Millie Bobby Brown]. So, no ships.

To move onto when I update, I do not have the amount of motovation/free time I used to but I will write and post when I can.

DNI if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist or if you're just here to hate and be annoying. This is a safe place for everybody and I don't want any type of hate on my profile.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you do Millie Bobby brown x male!reader where y/n used to be part of thr Adult Entertainment Industry when he was 18 years old where he had sex with Lana Rhodes, Amirah Adara, Tori Black, Adriana Chechik, Sunny Leone, and Peta Jensen. When he was 20, he quit the industry and became an actor. He turned out to be a great actor and was involved in multiple projects such as Spider-Man Across the Spider-verse, Avatar th way of water, WildFlower, and Deep Water. Y/n met Millie when he was cast for season 4 of Stramger Things. Y/n and the cast got along very well, and they became great friends. Millie and y/n became close, and there was sexual tension between them, Millie knew about y/n formally working at the adult entertainment industry as it was no secret. So Millie decides to look up porn videos on y/n. This results is Millie gettikg really horny as she is amazed of y/n's bick thick cock and how y/n uses it to fuck well know female porn stars. After that Millie fantasize her and y/n naked where she sees his cock twitchs at her. Then y/n slides his cock inside her pussy and pounds her like a bitch in heat. Her eyes rolled up at the former porn star pound her to submission,then filled her up with his cum multiple times. During set of Stramger Things season 4 y/n went to Millie's trailer to tell her that everyone is going to lunch. Y/n heard moan inside the trailer where Millie was calling his name telling him to fuck her. Y/n then knocks the door, Millie open up and y/n tells her that everyone is going to lunch. Few days later Y/n and Millie hang out after the production of Strangers Things season 4. Y/n confronts Millie about her moaning his name in her trailer. Millie didn't answer him as if she committed a crime. Y/n tell her that it ok as he knows that she had a crush on him and knows she saw one of his porn videos. Millie shutter trying to denying it but y/n kisses her which results he melting into the kiss. Y/n and Millie went to his hotel room Millie pulls out his cock and stroke it while y/n rubs her pussy. Y/n sits down on the bed and millie spits and sucks on his cock while Y/n thrust his cock gently. Y/n then gets up where he tell millie to give him a blowjob. Y/n then tell her to get up where they stripped their clothes. Y/n stands behind Millie where she stroke his meat pole while y/n gropes her pussy and boobs. Y/n her that her ass and mouth are amazing and teases if her pussy is wet. Millie tells y/n to fuck her pussy daddy. Y/n got her on all fours and inserts his cock inside her pussy. Y/n pound Millie's pussy causing her to moan in pleasure as thr formor porn star is fucking her. Y/n then carries her while fucking her and millie wrap her arms and legs around her. Y/n then takes Millie at the balcony where millie put her hands on the railing balcony and jiggled her cute, tight ass y/n, reaching back to shake her cheeks with her hands, hypnotizing her y/n ans he strokes his cock. Y/n then fucks her against the balcony both of them not caring if they get caught since there horny as fuck. Y/n was getting close as he couldn't hold on anymore and gave Millie a big load of his seed inside her pussy multiple times. This came Millie to roll up as if her eye were possessed.

Part 2 of Millie Bobby Brown x male!reader x Sadie Sink where y/n and Millie have been together for a year and a half. Sadie watches porn videos of y/n, which makes her wonder how his dick would feel inside her. Milliy caught Sadie watching videos of y/n, but Millie is not mad at sadie to her surprise. Millie described having sex with y/n to Sadie, which makes her horny as millie describes every detial of thier sexual encounter. So Millie decides to invite Sadie to her home to have a threesome with y/n as a surprise for him. Y/n, Millie, and Sadie have a threesome just like in the movie Knock Knock 2010, where Sadie and Millie surprise y/n in the bathroom naked. In the end, y/n shoot hisbload inside Sadie and Millie

Alright. I will write it

[6rookie-writer0110]

Hi there, will the Millie Bobby Brown x porn male!reader be posted?

No. Because I just started The draft

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you do part 2 of Millie Bobby Brown x male!reader where Millie went to the porn industry to meet her favorite porn star (now Millie Bobby Brown x Hailee Steinfeld x male!reader). After Millie's first performance as a pornstar she grew in popularity, she continues to do porn videos on set with different male porn partners but her favorite porn star to partner with is y/n. When Millie was watching one of y/n's porn videos she saw a video of him and his step sister Hailee Steinfeld having rough sex. Meanwhile Hailee is watching one of her step brother's videos while she's naked and playing with her pink pussy. She then click on a video of Millie's first porn performance with y/n. Hailee was turned on by y/n and Millie fucking each other. Y/n came into her room to greet her, Hailee greeted him back by hugging him and sneak her hand into his pants to his cock. Y/n then slaps her tight ass, then saying if she missed him. Hailee respond to him that she misses her step brother's cum inside her pussy. Y/n then said he can fix that. Hailee then take out his cock from his pants then suck it with her mouth, flicking her tongue, and sucking his balls tasting his manly sweat. While she does that she insert her fingers into her pussy playing with herself. Y/n then grabs her head and thrust his cock into her throat, which causes her to gag. Y/n then slaps her face with his cock. Hailee then puts his cock back into her mouth to suck his cock faster then ever. This causes him to cum and shoot a big load of cum into her mouth and some of is spill out of her mouth and dropped on tonher breast. Hailee then took her phone and took pictures of herself drenched in y/n's cum stroking his cock. Y/n then place Hailee on her bed telling her to have her ass up in the air where y/n then insert his cock into her pussy and fucking her while standing on the bed. Hailee was moaning in lust and pleasure as he was pounding her pussy hardcore. Y/n then lifts Hailee up carrying her where she wraps her legs around y/n waist. He then fucks her faster then ever. Y/n and Hailee then came together, y/n shots a big load of cum inside her pussy. After their activity they fell asleep, when Hailee wakes up she gets up to take a shower. When y/n wake up he saw Hailee walking down to the bathroom seeing his cum ran down at her legs, he gets turned on again and follow her in the shower for another round.

Meanwhile Millie is on set with two other guys having a threesome where Millie's pussy is getting fucked one one guy and is sucking the other guys cock. After finishing the shot on set Millie meet y/n's step sister Hailee Steinfeld for the first time. They got along since what they have in common is y/n. They then watch one of Millie's videos and Hailee plays with herself when watching the video, Millie noticed and joins in. This cause Hailee to kiss Millie and Millie kissing back. Fast forward they use a double sided dildo where they insert the dildo into their pussy. Hailee on one side and Millie on the other. They thrust it on each end.

Fast forward y/n is taking a shower where sudden Millie and Hailee joined in and three of them have a threesome where y/n cum inside both of their pussy full of cum. 

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