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STILL IN LOVE! #6 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

You laid on Kento’s chest, staring at the wall as his fingers traced patterns on your skin. You took a deep breath in, snuggling into him more and shut your eyes. The last few days you’ve been thinking about your argument with Toji, thinking about your kids. It always made your stomach twist in knots thinking about it because all that you could remember were the bad times. Everything good you guys had started to diminish from your memory. Even when you weren’t together, you two still couldn’t properly be there for your kids. From the first arguments to the last, you’d always remember the look on their faces when things got loud.

“Hey, you okay?” Kento asked, caressing your back. You’d think this man is psychic with the way he could tell something was always wrong with you.

“Just thinking,” you replied.

“Good things or bad things?” He questioned, looking down at you.

“About the kids, my family.” Another deep breath filled your lungs as you sat up. You couldn’t get a moments rest when it felt like your world was crumbling slowly in front of you.

“Sweetheart,” he cupped your cheek, “you’re a great mom to them. Just because you’ve had a couple bumps in the road doesn’t mean a thing,” he reassured.

“I know, but,” you looked at him, “Toji.” That name was all you had to say to Kento to make his smile drop.

“What about him?” He asked, sitting up.

“From the moment the arguments started and the divorced happened, it affected the kids so much. It still is and I’m scared it won’t change. He’s a good dad, he loves them so much, but me and him can never get level with each other,” you explained.

“Why do you think that is?” His brows knitted together. He rubbed the pad of thumb across your knuckles, an attempt to soothe you. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew why you and Toji could never come to a compromise. It was clear there was still something there. The feelings, the attraction. It was hard to let go of that relationship aspect and focus on the co parenting aspect.

“I’m not sure,” you responded.

“Talk to him about it, see if he knows.” He shrugged. “I know you’re probably thinking it’ll just end in another fight, but it’s worth a shot.”

You sighed, running your hands down your face. “It will end in another fight, trust me. I’ve been through enough—”

“Ah, shit.” Kento looked down at his phone.

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“Work,” he sighed. “I gotta get going, sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed.

“Wait, I thought you said you had a day off?” You looked up at him as he put his shirt on.

“Yeah, I know, but, it’s work. Not much I can do,” he chuckled.

“You said the same thing yesterday when it was supposed to be your day off.” Your brows furrowed.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He planted another kiss on your cheek and cheek walked out the bedroom with his coat in hand. You sat there on the bed, watching him disappear. The front door open and shutting seconds after, leaving you in silence. Lying back down on the bed, you reached to the empty side. Guilt consumed you when images of Toji lying beside you flashed before your eyes instead of Kento. Quickly, you retracted your hand and turned the other way, pulling the blankets over your body.

“Mmm, daddy this ice cream is so good!” Naya licked her lips, trying to get the excess ice cream around her mouth.

“Yeah?” Toji chuckled, grabbing a napkin. “It’s my favorite.” He wiped her mouth.

“It’s my favorite too! Can I have more please?” She smiled up at him, a smile he could never say no to.

“Of course, baby girl.” He gave her another spoonful, watching her eyes light up when she got a fudge brownie piece. “How’s your ice cream, Megs?” Toji asked.

“Pretty good. Should’ve gotten gummy bears.” He slightly frowned, stabbing at contents in the cup.

Toji decided it would be nice to take the kids out for a while after what happened. The last few days everyone was in a bad mood, grouchy and exhausted. He hoped getting ice cream would help bring out their smiles again, even if it was winter time. He was trying his hardest to keep it together for his kids, for you as well. He thinks about you more than he likes to admit. How could he not when two of your kids are sitting in front of him? He can’t explain why he still feels the way he does about you, but he knows it’s genuine. But he’s also aware he deserves to see you happy with someone that isn’t him. He let your marriage fall apart, risking everything he’s ever cared about.

Toji also hates to admit that he thinks about your new boyfriend a lot too. He doesn’t know the guys name or what he even looks like, but he knows you wouldn’t just go for anyone. Late at night he stays up and thinks about all the things you’re doing with your new boyfriend that you did with him and jealously building up in his heart. He thinks about the way he used to make you smile and laugh and wonders if your new boyfriend is doing the same. He thinks about if he’s holding you at night, touching you, kissing you. Toji thinks about a lot of things, but the main thing that sits at the back of his mind is does he know where your heart truly lies?

That night, Toji saw it in your eyes. You almost gave into him like you did many times before. He knows it’s wrong, but he wants you back so badly. He craves you so badly. He knows you like the back of his hand, and he knows that you think about him too. Whether that be in love or hate, he knows he’s still on your mind. It’s wrong for him to want you to himself, to want all of your attention after he’s tried to rid himself of it so many times by trying to find you in other women. He was wrong to think anyone could replace you.

He doesn’t care about the arguments, about the fights, you’ll both work on that. You could scream at him, hit him, call him names, and though it would hurt, he’d still love you as much as he did before. You were his woman.

“Dad, can we get mom some ice cream before you bring us back?” Megumi asked.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He pulled the money out of his pocket, handing it to him.

“I know her favorite! I wanna buy it!” Naya tried reaching for the money.

“You’re too little, Ny-ny!” Megumi walked away towards the front counter.

“Mmmm, so mean,” she whined, folding her arms across her chest.

“It’s okay, peanut, next time you can get mommy something else.” He pinched her cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face,” he laughed.

“Mommy, mommy!” You heard Naya’s voice as you unlocked the door. She stood there with a big grin, staring up at you. You bent kneeled to her height and she jumped in your arms. “Hi!”

“Hi, baby. Have fun?” You asked, standing up straight with her on your hip.

“I did, we got ice cream and I tried daddy’s favorite and now it’s my favorite!” She nodded.

“Oh, really?” You quirked a brow. “I thought your favorite was cookies and cream?”

“Not anymore.” She shook her head. “Now it’s chocolate fudge brownie.”

“Chocolate fudge brownie, wow, you are advancing your tastebuds, baby girl,” you chuckled, earning a giggle from her. “Go put your things away, okay?” You put her down as Megumi came walking up from the car, Toji behind him.

“Hi, mom.” He gave you the smallest smile.

“Hi, sweety.” You kissed the top of his head. “Who’s that for?” You asked, looking at the half melted ice cream in his hand.

“For you. I asked dad if I could get you one and he gave me the money. It’s your favorite,” he answered.

“Awe, thank you!” You gave him another kiss and hug. “Put it in the freezer for later.” He walked past you and into the house. “Thanks for the ice cream.” You cleared your throat, looking at Toji.

“Yeah, no problem,” he plainly responded. “I want to apologize for the other day. I stepped out of line.”

“It’s fine.” You pulled at the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric. That feeling began to settle in again the longer you stayed out here with him—feeling like it was only you two in the world. Each stolen glance a showcase of your nervousness. You were thinking about what Kento had said, to take a chance and speak with him about finding a leveling plane for you two. You wanted you and Toji as parents to work out so bad, you were tired of past problems getting in the way of what came first, but at the same time you were afraid that it was going to end up how it always did. Wherever his head was at in this dynamic was different from where yours was. “Do you think we can talk?”

“About?” He stuffed his hands in his sweater pocket, cheeks red from the cold air.

“The kids. About us as parents. I want us to find a level playing field,” you explained.

“Only if we don’t have to do it in this cold,” he chuckled.

“Right,” you laughed along with him, “sorry, come in.” You walked back into the house with him following behind you. He shut the door, removing his coat. It felt like forever ago since the last time Toji was inside your house. “I’m just gonna get the kids ready for bed and then we can talk, okay?” You stood there only a few feet from him.

“Take your time, mama.” The nickname slipped out, another habit he was trying to break, but you didn’t seem to mind. He watched you walk away down the hall. Everything inside of him was screaming not to fuck it up this time, not to say something that would cause a war. It was about your kids, about you guys as parents, a conversation that was long overdue. Hopefully, it’ll show improvement in rebuilding your family.

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The Princess and the Farmboy Part One

(Sorry I keep using the same gif lol)

Ok so this one is a little bit of a short one, only because I felt really bad that I didn't post this and I had huge writers block. I will post the full fic by the end of the month (hopefully)

Clark Kent x Black Reader.

Rated: Teen and up

Descrip: Your brother Lex decides that you need a break from the city and takes you to smallville, You think your gonna go insane from ennui. Then you (Un)fourtunately fall into the arms of one titular Farmboy.

“Mercy, tell me why I have to leave the comfort of Metropolis to go to Swampville.” you whine

“Smallville,” Mercy corrects you. “Master Luthor enjoys the small town vibe and he has friends here he wants you to meet.” You scoff and roll your eyes. 

You hail from the richest of the richest, after your parents were robbed and murdered Lionel (out of the blue I add) decided that Lex could use a playmate so he adopted you. You and Lex became attached at the hip. You needed him when the memories of your parents haunting faces marred your mind, and he needed you when Lionel was too much. 

Your car stops, you hear a knock on your side of the car. “(Y/n) you wanna come outside.” You hear your adoptive brother’s voice. The door opens as you take his hand. The surrounding area looks so boring to you it almost makes you barf.

 “Mmm, gotta love that clean air.” Lex sighs. “I don’t know how you could like this place it’s so… boring.” you groan. You and him take a stroll on the bridge not knowing that just across the way a strong tall annoying boy is within earshot.

“I think you’ll start to like it here, It’s great when I need a break and trust me you need one.” Lex meant well when he brought you here. He’s noticed that you’ve thrown yourself into school and work more often, rarely having time for friends or fun.

The bridge starts to crack ever so slightly and Clark taking a walk hears this, he’s cautious but near.

“Fine I’ll try to stay here but the minute something goes wro-” You sooner eat your words as you suddenly fall into the water below Lex with you in tow. Something wizzes past you both, you see Lex get pulled out of the water, He’s sopping wet as Mercy goes to check on him suddenly your pulled out of the water. You cough for a bit letting your eyes adjust when you see the cutest guy you have ever seen in your life. He’s tall, has pretty green/blue eyes and his hand is on your boob right now.

 “Um… your hand.” You nod to his hand. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” he screeches in your ear. He stands you up, Lex starts “You know you always seem to be there whenever I need saving.” Lex joked. 

You just stood there stewing in anger, your wet clothes sticking to you, your sew-in starting to puff up. Yeah you're done with this, “Lex can we go, my hair is soaking wet, I’m cold as hell. We need to go now!” You screech that last line out spooking the annoyingly tall good looking boy standing next to him. 

“She’s a bit annoying, isn’t she.”, “Dude watch it, she’s my sister.” Lex rebuttals.

“I’m annoying, no, what's annoying is that I got dropped in six feet of cold water, My hair is messed up, and now I am stuck in this hick town for god knows how long, And you TOUCHED MY BOOB!” 

Lex and Clark go wide eyed as you hobble to the car with Mercy in tow, “OH AND YOU OWE ME A NEW PAIR OF THAT’S SO KATES!” you yell down to them.

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Tag, you're it!

Some buddies of mine started this little group chat called, "Tag, you're it!" Since we're able to perform the possession spell, more details on that story later, we've been messing around with it. We're all either gay or bi, so we generally try and take over some sexy man and show off for the rest of the guys.

Last night, Juliet posted a picture of herself in her dad's body, showing off a nice and sexy selfie for all of us to drool over.

The caption read, "Tag, you're it, Shawn. Give us something y'know we'll like ;)"

It was gonna be tough to top that, but I was confident. Luckily, my veteran uncle was staying over at our place for a few days, so this was the perfect opportunity.

I waited until my uncle went to take a bath to start my plan. The way my friends and I managed to do this was by melting down into some kind of slime and slithering inside our hosts. Luckily, being able to cling to surfaces and move with little sound made it easy to sneak up on our victims.

I easily slid under the door and slithered through the tiled floor. Steam filled the air as the hot bath had only recently been drawn. I heard the metal screech as my uncle turned the water off. "Mmm, nice and hot..." he muttered. His deep and velvety voice pushed me over the edge. I needed to be him, and I needed it now!

He was wearing a towel, covering my favorite point of atttack, but I didn't care. I leaped towards my uncle's crotch with little fear in my gooey heart. "What the FUUUUUCK?!" My uncle cried out as my slime slid under the towel and engulfed his dick and balls, already slithering inside. He let out a moan as he fell backward onto the ground.

Legs spread out as though I was fucking him, my uncle squirmed and convulsed on the ground as I took him over. Slowly, as my slime invaded each cell of his body, I felt the disorienting yet still pleasurable sensation of having something slither inside of my borrowed form. I was not only stealing my uncle's body, but also his experiences.

It truly was like something was both sucking me off and fucking me at the same time. My uncle's thighs, soon to be my thighs, quivered in anticipation. My core tightened as I pumped more and more of myself into him. Then, as his panicked consciousness slowly faded into dormancy, I cried out as I finally climaxed all over myself. Ropes of cum splashed all over my chest, some shots even landing on my drooling face.

"WOAH! Ohhh... oh that's good..." I muttered, chuckling as I felt my adam's apple bounce. Mmm, you're such as sexy-ass man, uncle Roger..." I said. Getting up on my uncle's now sore legs, I stumble over to the mirror and admired myself.

"Hmm... good thing Shawn's enjoying himself in his room. Otherwise, he might see his sexy uncle playing with himself." I said, smirking at my little roleplay. "Oh yeah..." I threw away the towel and let my manhood flop around. "No point covering up this li'l fella, right? Gotta let the whole world see." I was about to step out until I saw the hot bath out of the corner of my eye. I grinned as my uncle's dick grew hard again.

"I drew this bath for myself, might as well enjoy it. I deserve it, after all." I stepped into the water and let out a deep groan. Taking a picture for the group chat could wait. For now, I just wanted to get to know my uncle with the help of some soap and water.

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Say Yes to Me

Word count: 1,887 words

Warning: No mention of reader's race/gender, implied sex, mention of alcohol, use of Y/N, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweets)

You and Eddie have been dating for almost a year, and Eddie has been thinking about asking you a question but he doesn’t know how to ask you. Right now you two are just hanging out on your room, your working on some papers you need to finish while Eddie is watching tv when he finally gets the courage to ask you the question.

“Y/N?” he asks, without batting an eye you hum, “hm?”, Eddie starts fidgeting with his rings nervously “You wanna get married?”, the question catches you off guard, you immediately stop what your doing and look up at him, “W-what?” you ask, he instantly starts blushing and he shakes his head “never mind- it’s just that I have been thinking about it for a while, I found a place in Vegas where we can elope-”, you smile softly and softly you ask “you wanna marry me?”, he looks up from his hands and smiles, laughing nervously, “I mean…yeah…your smart, and…funny…I just- I love you so much and…you make me so fucking happy…so fucking happy, and I just want you to keep making me happy for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me”, you smile and tears start to bubble up in your eyes, “Eddie…”, “Yes baby?” he asks in a soothing tone, “I wanna get married” you say giggling out of happiness and excitement. Eddie’s eyes widen, “Really?!” he asks smiling, you nod smiling while tears fall down your face, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into kiss you, your smiling so much your face hurts, Eddie pulls away and hold your face in his hands as he kisses you all on you face quickly, “I’ll make you so happy baby, thank you, thank you!” he says between kisses, clearly very excited. You are a blushing, smiling mess when you look at the time, “You wanna get married tonight?”, Eddie smiles and tilts his head, “We better get going, we’ll get in Vegas tonight, and we’ll get married in the morning”, you smile and kiss him again, “Let’s start packing then”.

You and Eddie pack a bag each, you throw your bags into his van and start heading to Las Vegas. On the way you and Eddie are talking about Elvis marrying you guys, what you are gonna wear, if Eddie should wear his hair up or down, where you guys are gonna go for your honeymoon. After a long, long, long drive, you and Eddie finally get to Viva Las Vegas. Eddie drives to a little, 70s coastal aesthetic, motel, you guys get your keys and go to sleep for the night.

The next morning, you smell bacon, eggs, pancakes, and you hear the motel door shut, you open your eyes slowly and you whine, ‘mmm…Eddie?”, Eddie walks over to the bed where your laying and he kisses your head, “hey baby…I got us some breakfast if you wanna eat”, you nod sitting up against the headboard, your eyes open fully and you see balloons, flowers, window markers, and a card. “Awh… baby”, the balloon says “Just Married” and the others are your favorite color, and in a brown paper wrapping paper around your favorite flowers, you walk over to the gifts and you smell the flowers, “you got my favorite” you say smiling, he smirks and pulls you in for an embrace, “Of course I did…I wanna make this day special for you…cause I love you”, you smile big and kiss his lips softly, “I love you too, baby”, he smiles, you go to grab the card but he grabs it before you do and says “This is for later, sweetheart” he says kissing your head, you smile and say “Fineee” you giggle and he smiles and says “Alright, now lets eat before our breakfast gets cold, we still gotta go buy our clothes, and get our marriage license” you smile and you kiss one more time before sitting down to eat.

After you guys eat, you go pick out the rings, Eddie’s tux, and your outfit, you get your hair done, Eddie decides to put his hair in a low bun, and finally it is time for one of the most important moments in you and Eddie lives.

You are waiting to walk down the isle, you have your flowers in your hands, your heart is racing, you take a few deep breaths, then you hear the music start to play, you start to walk down the isle, and you see Eddie, in his tux, he looks so handsome, so handsome if fact you start to tear up and feel a tear fall down your cheek. Eddie sees you, with a big smile on his face, he tears up and you giggle softly seeing the Elvis in his obnoxious white suit, which makes Eddie laugh to, once you get infront of Eddie he takes your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles, “You look so beautiful, baby”, you smile and wipe you tears giggling softly, “Thank you…you look so handsome” he smiles and his face goes pink, “Thanks…” you both smile at eachother one last time before Elvis starts the sermon.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God to witness and celebrate the holy union of Y/N L/N and Edward Munson." you both giggle, since theres no one other than you, Eddie, Elvis, and the photographer guy, he goes on to say “Edward Munson, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded partner, to hold and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer?” Eddie looks at you with a shit eating smile on his face “I do”, he says as he slides on the ring on your finger giving you chills, “And Y/N L/N, do you take Edward Munson to be your lawfully wedded husband, to hold and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer?”, you give him the same smile back, “I do”, you slide on the ring on his finger, “I now pronounce you partners, you now…may kiss”, Eddie give you one last smile before your lips meet, you almost get lost in the kiss before he pulls away and says “We’re married!”, you are convinced this is happiest you’ve ever seen Eddie in your entire time of knowing him, thats saying a lot since, last summer you surprised him with Ozzy tickets. You get your photos taken and the you run out to the pink 1969 convertible camero Eddie had rented, you both write “JUST MARRIED!!!” on the windows, and Eddie and you drive off to a hotel.

On the way there you guys just keep laughing and talking about the Elvis and talking about how good you both look, how cute the pictures are. Once you get to the hotel as soon as you open the door of your room you smell candles burning, you open the door the rest of the way and you gasp, in the room there are rose petals leading you to your bed and once you get to your bed you see a rose petals in a heart shape on your bed that says, “My Love”, you smile and blush “Eddieee”, you turn around to see him smiling and he’s holding a bottle of wine, your card, and a giftbag, “Here…these are for you too” he says softly, handing you the bag and letter, you open the gift bag to see “Say Yes to Heaven” record, and a record player, “Oh baby…come here” you say, Eddie gets closer to you and kisses you and then smiling he says, “Just one more thing”, it’s the letter, you smile and open the letter.

“Dear beautiful Y/N, you are the most gorgeous, smartest, funniest, most amazing person i’ve ever met in my entire life. You are my best friend, you’ve always been right there when I needed you, you’ve been the light in all of my darkness, and for that I thank you. And I want to continue to thank you for the rest of my life, I wanna make you so fucking happy, just like you’ve made me. I’d do anything for you, my sweet baby. Thank you for giving me the pleasure of being your boyfriend, and now your husband. I love you so much baby, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Til death do we part. Your husband, Eddie”

You smile and throw your arms around Eddie’s neck and hug him, he holds the back of your head and wraps his other arm around your waist, “I love you so much, Eddie…so fucking much, I’m so happy I’m yours”, he smiles and kisses your lips “I love you too, pretty baby”. After a few cups of wine you have an idea, “Lets dance”, Eddie laughs almost choking on his wine, “You wanna dance, baby?”, you nod smiling and putting the record on the turntable. As the music starts you turn around to face Eddie while smiling and you put your hands out, “Come on, babe”, he laughs softly taking your hands, putting one on his shoulder and holding the other one, resting his and yours on his chest and you start to sway to the music looking in eachothers eyes. “I love you” he says softly, you smile and say “I love you too, baby…thank you for making this so special”, he smiles, “You deserve it…plus it’s your wedding, it’s supposed special”, you smile and you kiss the corner of his mouth, “your stuck with me now” he says laughing softly, “Promise?” you say smiling, Eddie kisses your lips softly, “Swear”. After the song ends you guys start making out, Eddie unzips your dress while you unbutton his shirt, you giggle and he kisses you and while laughing says “Now…time for the fun part”.

After “fun time”, you and Eddie are both panting softly, sweat glistening over you, Eddie pulls you close and kisses your head, “You okay, baby?” you nod kissing his chin and lay on his chest, “Think i’m more than okay” you say laughing softly, he laughs and kisses you again, he starts to get out of bed but you wrap your arms around his waist tighter, “Where are you going?” you ask looking up at him, he rubs you back “I was gonna start you a bath”, you whine “just hold me for a little longer…please?” you say sweetly, he smiles and kisses the tip of your nose, “Anything you want, baby”, he rubs your back as you play with the tips of his hair, “I can’t believe i’m Y/N L/M’s husband… I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world” you giggle, “I’m all yours baby” you say kissing his soft lips, “I love you, Mrs. Munson” Eddie says with a wide grin on his face looking in your tired eyes, “Sleepy, baby?”, you smile and nod, he presses his lips against your head, and pulls your face into the crook of his neck, as you start to fall asleep, Eddie rubs your back and kisses your head once more, “Goodnight, Y/N Munson”, you giggle “That sounds so pretty”, he laughs “Yeah…I think so too”. You kiss his lips once more “Night, Eddie”, “Sweet dreams, sweets”.

@madelynraemunson ty sm for the inspo I love you acc sm, this is the moodboard she made please go like it!

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Sweet Gunn boy ily <3

Summary: The reader enjoys a lazy morning at the hotel with Austin.

It's early in the morning when you are woken up by the sun streaming in through the window, right into your face. Your eyes flit open and a yawn escapes past your lips. You move slightly and feel the presence of a warm body pressed up against your back.

It takes you a moment, but you are quick to remember that you brought Austin back to your hotel room last night being out for drinks with him and his buddies from Bullet Club Gold. You carefully turn around in bed and set your arms on Austin's warm chest. His eyes flutter open upon feeling your hands on him.

"Mmm, morning." Austin greets you with a yawn.

"Morning." You reply softly. "Sleep well?" You ask Austin while snuggling your head deeper into your pillow.

Austin lazily nods and you feel him set a hand on your hip gently. "It was one of my more comfortable nights." He admits with a cheeky grins.

"Please tell me that you don't have any early morning plans?" You ask another question lazily. "I'm too comfy to go anywhere anytime soon." Your eyes flutter shut with a content sigh.

"You'd have to pry my cold dead body out of this bed right now." Austin jokes. "Especially when I've got such good company." He adds and leans forward.

Your eyes peek open when you feel Austin's lips on your neck. You let out a hushed giggle and push against his chest. "Go back to sleep." You whine playfully.

"You sure?" Austin whispers a reply, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Yes." You push against Austin's chest again. "Sleep, please." You ask him again.

Your eyes remain shut as you attempt to snuggle back into bed and fall back asleep. But unfortuniatly for you, Austin is wide awake now. And he's eager to make sure he milks all the attention he can get from you.

"Austin!" Your eyes fly open when you feel Austin's hands wandering.

"Yeah?" Austin replies with a sly smile plastered on his handsome face.

You roll your eyes and turn away from Austin before rising into a sitting posistion. Austin watches you stretch your arms above your head and yawn again before you get to your feet.

"No! YN, I'm sorry." Austin whines. "Come back to bed." He pleads and reaches out in an attempt to grab you and pull you back into bed.

"Too late. I'm awake now." You shake your head and head for the bathroom door.

Austin groans and flops back into bed. He watches your hips sway in the most enticing way under your shirt as you head into the bathroom. You flick the bathroom light on and walk up to the mirror. Your peer at your dishevled reflection and frown. Your hair is in a tangled mess despite being pulled into a neat ponytail and there are hickies littered all over your neck and chest.

"Admiring my handywork?" Austin sneaks into the bathroom and comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

"God, I don't think I'm going to have enough concealer for all of this." You complain. "I'm going to have to drop by an Ulta sometime today and buy another tube."

Austin sets his chin on your shoulder and pulls your body back into his chest. "I'd be happy to tag along and pay for that concealer." He offers.

"You want to go makeup shopping with me?" You quirk a brow in the mirror at Austin.

"Why not?" Austin shrugs. "We can grab lunch or something after." He suggests. "As long as I get to spend some more time with you before work."

You smile to yourself and set your hands on Austin's arms now wrapped across your chest. "You're awfully clingy, Gunn." You tease him.

"Well when you manage to land a woman as sexy and cool as you are, YN. You gotta make sure everyone knows that she's already got a man." He jokes with a grin.

You roll your eyes playfully and turn around in Austins arms. "I suppose having you around to tow around my bags at the mall isn't such a bad idea." You giggle. "I'm going to grab a shower, you wanna join?" You ask him.

"YN, if there ever comes a time that I answer no to that quuestion, please kick my ass." Austin replies and leans down for a kiss.

You giggle and grab Austin's hand, dragging him toward the shower. It's still early, so you've got plenty of time to screw around before you and Austin are needed for anything.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Thoughts S01x01 The Case Of Crystal Palace

“How is Netflix going to fuck this up?” “There’s only 8 episodes? Goddammit. How am I supposed to consume one year of time with this?” “What is this British thing? Are they trying to pull some Harry Potter shit or what?” “He’s really gotta a fist in that bag” “hello” “What’s with the fkn gas mask anyway?” It’s like WW1 dude

“That transition was fkn awesome” “ghosts huh?” “Oh yeah for sure” “That just fucked that lady’s whole year up” “So all ghosts can travel like that?” “That had to be fun to take” “Is he going to explode?” “So they’re kinda in the real world? Because ghost things? I guess so” “Please let it be Bille. Dammit” “So they all can travel through mirrors, but the characters we’ve met so far are from the same region” “What’s in her pocket?” idk dude

“What a fkn intro. It’s such a jokey intro for what seems to be a serious topic and go right back to the heavy drama” “Detective agency” “how do you advertise to ghosts?” “unhinged, eh?” “huh” “what the fuck are we watching?” “If nobody can see them fighting….” She’s the psychic lady

“Yeah that’s not going to draw attention immediately. I suppose regular people can’t see them normally” “American demon” “What are those called? A demon trap?” “are they going to smoke out?” “oh” “what the fuck” “that’s cool. I like it” “that was supposed to be funny?” “I’m going to have a really hard time with the sarcasm in this” “so she can see him? Is he visible to everyone else right now?” “I see…they do answer my questions” “she should walk around with a selfie stick. It would be a good masking trick” “they really messed with the audio a lot with this scene” “how many copies of Clue do you need?” “They can travel through mirrors! Why the fuck did they do this? I suppose the psychic lady can’t” “They really go hard on the bloom effects” “So they’re manifesting, and the other people can see them?” “Isn’t that the same thing?” “this is my kind of music” “what? I gotta watch that twice” “depends on the witch I guess” “is it the universe’s most powerful witch, Rowena?” “Mmm. Rowena doesn’t steal kids” “Is he going to pop his head through the fkn mirror or what?” “nice” “This show is pretty wild” “huh” “Is this some weird part of hell?” “selfie stick time” “I mean you gotta protect your own, right?” “We gotta go all the way back to 1916 to go to a 4:3 aspect ratio?” “You’re just another brick in the wall” “At this point, don’t bother with the mask” “I don’t quite understand the humor” It’s British

“I mean I like it, but it would be just as good without it” “you couldn’t just give him a fish and ask him the real way?” “There’s a surprising amount of VoiceOver in this” “The way they mix jokey topics with serious stuff is kinda weird” “so we’re deep-throating demons in this show too?” “you’d never leave the meat sign on at night. That light has got to take more power than the rest of the lights combined” “I want to talk to cats” “don’t bother waiting for her to explain” “really? Wtith the fkn jacket in the door and everything?” “It would be a Miata” “It’s not a car I would have expected” “what a fkn asshole” “so Crows can see ghosts then?” “uh sure let’s go with it” “were we supposed to laugh at the gulp?” “I’m still not sure on the humor” “except he’s already dead so what’s it matter?” “just throw a mirror down? Oh no she can’t” “this is how you fuck it all up” “that’s a lot of effort to not move the pots and pans around” “move your legs dude” “that was a neat trick” “I didn’t know the psychic lady could do tricks or whatever” “Where did she go?” “oh we’re all inside her mind now” laughter

“What the fuck dude” “just let them away that easy” “hit by a bus” “no bus” “oh shit” “it’s like the most wanted list or what? Ghosts they can’t find?” “that was pretty good”

[thebestofoneshots]

If you could say any song reminds you of Gilded Constellations… what would it be?

As a reader, I can’t put one on the whole thing so far, but Sirius reminds me of Guys Don’t Like Me (by It Boys!) and I can’t put one on Y/N yet… (Remus radiates Conan Grey energy tbh) -🫎

Read Gilded Constellations Here

AAAAAAH THIS IS SOOOO HARD! I literally have a miles long note on my phone with hundreds (kid you not) of songs for the chapters titles. Most of them are 60s to early 80s (because I’m a perfectionist and I want the songs so only be songs our boys would have listen to to), having said that. I’ve got a few modern songs, that I feel also fit the theme… heat me out:

Gilded Constellations is Cherry Wine by Hozier and Las Palabras de Amor by Queen

Don't touch me now Don't hold me now Don't break the spell, darling Now you are near Look in my eyes and speak to me The special promises I long to hear Las palabras de amor Let me hear the words of love Despacito, mi amor Love me slow and gently One foolish world, so many souls Senselessly hurled through The never ending cold And all for fear and all for greed Speak any tongue But for God's sake we need Las palabras de amor

Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh momma, don't fuss over me … Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time The way she shows me I'm hers yours and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The bIood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Sirius is Too Much Love Will KiII You by Queen

Too much love will kilI you If you can't make up your mind Torn between the lover and the love you leave behind You're headed for disaster 'cause you never read the signs Too much love will kiIl you every time Mmm, how would it be if you were standing in my shoes? Can't you see that it's impossible to choose No, there's no making sense of it Every way I go I'm bound to lose Oh-oh, yeah Too much love will kiII you Just as sure as none at all It'll drain the power that's in you Make you plead and scream and crawl And the pain will make you crazy You're the victim of your crime Too much love will kiIl you every time

Reader is Vega by Ed Sheeran

This week was heavy, I buckled under all the weight What can you do but pray? And count your blessings, it wasn't any other way Don't leave it up to fate … Clouds keep forming over this house, blocking out the sun I'm tryna keep it all together One door closes then one opens, gotta keep the focus If we'll believe, then she'll get better The days are long, but they pass within an instant, babe It is the strangest thing I'll count my blessings the day I see you smile again This war we've got to win Keep it inside, don't let no one see your heart No one can judge, we're the same in the dark Fighting the tide, but the waves, they will part Light up the night, we were made to be stars But it burns like hell to be Vega

Remus is Demons by Imagine Dragons (but also like 100 other songs Remus is all the songs)

When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold (Sirius) When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all, and the bIood's run stale I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside There's nowhere we can hide No matter what we breed We still are made of greed This is my kingdom come This is my kingdom come When you feel my heat, look into my eyes It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide Don't get too close, it's dark inside It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide At the curtain's call It's the last of all When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl So they dug your grave And the masquerade Will come calling out at the mess you've made

And lastly, Chapter 20: Bad Moon Rising is Frozen Pines and The World Ender by Lord Huron

Deep into the night With the moonlight as my guide I go wander through the pines And make my way to nature's shrine

You'll hear me howl by the light of the moon That's how you'll know that I'm coming for you Gonna find you alone in the dark of night When the World Ender comes better run for your life

Read Gilded Constellations Here

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 25*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Seb enjoy a lil’ morning workout uwu

Author’s Note: Posting a day early because I'm impatient, but also because I'm gonna be a little busy the next few days!! Enjoy and take care x

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When I get back inside, I discard my gloves onto their usual lil’ shelf by the door, then head straight to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time I’m all fresh, Seb’s awake, looking like a groggy mess in my bed. 

“Hey, hot stuff,” I chime. He grunts through a yawn, eyes trained on me while he sits upright. “Check these puppies out!” I grab my basket of blueberries from the table and tilt it in his direction slightly. Showing off the goods. “Want one?” 

Still looking sleepy, he nods happily, but makes no effort to leave the bed. I shuffle over, keeping an arm around my chest to hold up my towel, and pop a particularly large berry into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Sweet as you.” I try to just brush his flirting off with an eye roll so I can get dressed, but he wraps an arm around me. “C’mere…”

I guess I have no choice but to get back into bed with this incredibly cute and sexy man! 

Oh, how unfortunate!!!

“So needy,” I jest. He tugs me closer, and I’m facing him. Chest-to-chest. 

“I just like to appreciate what’s mine is all,” he murmurs. His sleepy rasp sounds so fucking nice. Seeing me blush at his words, he winks slyly, frazzling me further. Seb shimmies my towel down, leaning back to check me out. “How’re the marks doing?”

“They feel a lot better now,” I grin. 

They’re already very faded too. I wonder if Magnus’ potion made me faster to heal, on top of being more physically fit. Although, it’s also rare that I have someone around to nurse me, so Seb’s hard work probably helped too. 

“Thanks for patching me up so well.”

“What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he says, matter-of-factly, continuing to unroll the towel off me. 

He lightly touches the hickeys and scabby bite marks. Tracing them like they’re art, rather than wounds. Kinky lil’ tattoos, courtesy of my kinky emo boyfriend. I rub together my legs to distract from how warm my body’s starting to feel under his touch. Trying to control my breathing is going poorly, so I dunno how much this will help contain me.

When Seb notices what’s going on, he shoots me a knowing grin. “You alright?” 

I nod, not wanting my voice to betray me if I try to speak. 

He dips down, nuzzling into my neck as he puts more pressure around my tit with his right hand. Not kissing, or biting, or anything – simply cozying up. It’s so adorable that it’s gotta be a ploy. 

“Yeah? So then, you won’t mind if I just…” he nudges his thigh between both of mine, pushing up into my cunt a bit. I gasp quietly, not having expected that or to feel his bare thigh. I’d noticed that he’d removed his shirt to sleep, but didn’t know Seb was pantsless too until now. He finishes his sentence, lips brushing my tender skin. “...reposition a bit?” I feel him smile wider, gently swaying his thigh against me. “Just wanna get comfortable. Ya know?” 

I roll my eyes. “Mhm, yeah.” I breathe, kinda squeakily, out, “Totally.” Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big dumb mouth.

“What was that?” he teases. My hands, formerly splayed across his chest, are now balled into fists. I shake my head, as if to say “nothing.” 

“Use your words, princess.” Mmmm my kryptonite. “What’s wrong?” He starts trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder. 

“You know what, dummy…”

Chuckling against me, his top hand begins traveling down my side, the other coming up to tuck between my cheek and the pillow. He grips my hip and says, “Sorry. Just wanna make you feel good, is all.” So, so innocent… until his palm travels to the front of my body. “Love watching my baby squirm.” As the words leave his mouth, I shudder out a breath, and he carefully traces a fingertip along my folds.

“Seb~” I whine, wrapping my arms around his neck. Shifting my body to follow his touch. Doing exactly what he apparently loves to see me do.

How can he be such a little shit while still treating me so gently? His movements right now are so comforting, so lazy, and yet my weak fangirl heart feels like it’s gonna beat right out of me.

“Love hearing those moans…” Seb mutters. Then, he adds, “Your voice is so beautiful.” He untucks the hand that’s not pleasuring me to move some wet hair from my shoulder, then props it under my chin. His thumb grazes my lower lip, I shyly plant a kiss on it, and he smiles. “S’this okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh into a mewl. “Mmmfuck… do you wanna… like…” Another moan slips, forcing me to cut myself off.

The soft, loving grin on his face widens as he bares his teeth. He’s a smart boy. He gets the jist. “You sure you can, after last night?” 

Brows upturned, I nod. “Please, Sebby.” That nickname rolls off my tongue so much more easily, now. I’m starting to dig it.

Last night, Sebastian wanted to break me – god that was so sexy – and that’s exactly what he did. I guess today his plan is to piece me back together. 

Leaning in, he kisses me slowly and tenderly. Clearly not in a rush for anything. Just in the mood to take his time, experiencing me as much as he can. Doesn’t even make fun of me for letting another “Sebby” slip. 

Now that I think about it, none of our sex has been deliberately gentle, or cute, or anything of the sort. I fucking love that he’s not afraid to be so feral with me, and he has been since day one. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to experience… Yoba, this is gonna sound so corny. ~Making love~ with him. 

As Seb graces my mouth with his tongue, he uncovers the blanket from us and lowers his boxers. Unable to resist, I reach for the gold.

“How do you want me?” I ask against his kisses. Simultaneously, I lightly wrap around and stroke Seb’s length. His shaky breath tickles my lips, forcing them into a grin.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Turn around?”

I follow his order, flipping to lay on my left side, so that I’m now facing the room. Once I’m situated comfortably, I tilt my head so I can see his face, stretching my neck to brush my nose against his. 

Seb slides his member between my thighs as he clasps a large hand around my cheek and grins into another delicate kiss. Thankfully, his markings aren’t too sore for this to be able to happen. It stings a tiny bit, but it’s nothing unbearable. Adds some adrenaline to the mix, if anything.

His cock grazes my labia ever so slightly, while the rest of it is swallowed up by the supple skin of my legs. Warming himself up, but leaving me wanting more. 

“You suck,” I pull away a centimeter or so to giggle. 

His response is to laugh lowly, evilly, and bring me back into him. Our kisses grow more needy, more desperate, as he fucking pre-games or whatever. 

“Shit,” Seb growls, forehead pressed to mine; nose nuzzling against my own. “Why haven’t I tried this sooner?” he wonders aloud. 

I reach down, softly repositioning him. Giving my clit the broader contact it’s been yearning for. Mmmm. This feels much better. 

“Dunno,” I breathe out, relieved, and swallow a moan. “But it’s killing me,” I mewl. I keep my hand below us, to ensure his dick stays at this angle. “Fuck, please put it in?” I ask, whimpering. Starving. “Please?”

Seb chuckles again, and puts his hand atop mine. Pressing himself up a little harder. Pulling his hips back a little further, teasing my entrance, then totally bypassing it as he pushes forward in favor of my skin again. I swear to Yoba and all that is holy, the antsy groan that escapes me as I mush my face into the pillow comes from my fucking soul, dude.

Finally, against my right ear, Sebastian gives me permission to take matters into my own hands. “Go ahead, baby.” He takes the lobe between his teeth, barely grazing the cartilage. Raises goosebumps on my skin. 

I slink my hand further underneath us and cup the underside of Seb’s absurdly large cock in my palm, while he sleepily trails kisses along the side of my neck that’s exposed to him. As he’s finally pushed inside, he bites down where my collar and shoulder meet. Not nearly as hard as he’d bitten me last night — this one’s purpose seems to be self-soothing — but it’s enough to heighten my senses just a tad.

“Fuuh~” I sigh out the half-curse.

Feeling too close to the brink already, I bite my lip, not caring that I’m probably undoing any progress Seb’s bite was making towards healing. Gotta distract myself… want this to last. For fuck’s sake, his pleasured sighs and quiet curses in my ear aren’t helping. The dude’s voice alone could probably get me off if he tried hard enough.

Each rock of his hips makes me increasingly heady. Havin’ me see stars without needing to pound me as hard and fast as he usually does. I sense eyes on me, and shift my vision barely over my right shoulder, meeting my boyfriend’s hungry, ambiguously indigo gaze through my own fluttering lashes. 

Something about the way he’s looking at me – as if I’m the sexiest but also most valuable thing in the fucking world to him – is fucking me up. Fucking with me just as much as he usually does with dirty words, and all the cool shit he typically does to manipulate my body, and whatever. 

“Seb…” 

I nudge his nose with mine, eyes trailing from his dark irises, to his barely birth-marked skin, and down to his perfect lips. Seb takes the hint, locking his mouth onto my own. His hand, which was on my hip for leverage, travels to my thigh and tucks into it. He lifts that leg, slightly shifting me into a new angle, before thrusting into me with a particularly harsh snap. 

“Oh, fuck!” I moan. Wasn’t expecting that kinda force, good god. “Holy shit,” I… clarify? Comes out as more of a laugh than anything. “T-this is nice.”

“Yeah?” His speed picks up, wringing more whines from my throat. “Didn’t wanna ruin all that cute shit, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a groan. Continuing, he growls, “but I couldn’t resist. Your pussy feels too good.”

“Shit, well sor– ohmyfuckinggod – Sorry for foiling your plans.” 

“Should be,” he teases. 

Clearly he’s woken up a bit now, ‘cause he seems just as riled up as ever. He twists to lay on his back and lifts me – seriously, how the hell do those slender computer goblin arms handle my weight so easily? – holding me atop him. I squeak as I scramble for somewhere to lay my hands flat. I settle for Seb’s body. 

“Is– is this okay?” I heave. Worried I’ll break his ribs or something.

“Mhm,” he hums calmly. 

My knees are together between his, and my heels are on the bed, as I try to figure out how to balance this. I’m in some sorta pseudo-crab position. Reverse cowgirl, but make it complicated. Before I can reach a solution, Seb spreads his legs further and begins pulsing up into me. 

Oh.

This is good.

This is very new and SO good. 

My head tilts back as I close my eyes, focusing on just how frickin’ deep Seb’s hitting. How thick he is. How hot it is that he can just position me however he wants and make it work somehow. How, as much as I adored the cute shit before, he can have me absolutely fucking zooted out in seconds with his dick. 

Despite the soreness in my abs from holding myself up in a way I’m not used to, I don’t dare try to change things up again. Feels too good. No more than a minute later, a familiar tingling, heated sensation in my lower stomach washes over me. 

“Mm’gonna, oh fuck—” I cry out, incoherently trying to warn Seb that I’m about to explode. He slams into me, keeping pace, hell bent on making me cum. “Fuuuck holy fucking shit Seb oh my fucking god!”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. There was definitely an “I love you” in there, but god. I don’t think my body knows how to handle this. I’m being fucked stupid. No, braindead. Death by Sebastian Byrne’s penis. He blissfully hums below me as I tighten around him.

Vision hazy on the comedown, I lay back onto Seb’s chest and angle my neck so that I can see him. He tells me how good I feel, and I try to drop an Uno Reverse on him with a “No, you,” but it comes out raspy and quiet. Was I screaming that loud? I feel my cheeks tingle at the possibility. 

Noticing that Seb didn’t get to finish yet as I rehab my only braincell, I think back to a few minutes ago, when he fucked my thighs. He really liked that. Was super sexy. Plus, it was kinda fun… fuck it. 

“D-do you wanna do that thigh thing again?” 

Aside from my voice failing me for a second time, I felt a little shy while I was asking, so it comes out meek. I nudge myself a bit to hide my face in his neck while a chuckle rumbles below me. 

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah…” I nod into the crevice.

“Yes,” he seems to half-answer, and half-cheer to himself. He’s so fucking cute oh my god. Before I know it, I’m right back in the same position we were in earlier. This time though, I twist my upper body to face more at the ceiling than the room, in hopes to prevent a stiff neck.

“You don’t wanna try this, like, standing or something?” I whisper against his jaw, lightly nipping at it as he slides between my legs once again.

After a shaky exhale, he answers, “That’s for another time,” before stealing my lips into a kiss. He’s not positioned as high as he was before, so I’m not getting any stimulation from this, but holy shit I wish I was. Seb mewls into my lips, and I accidentally echo it, hazy with lust.

“Oh yeah?” he teases.

“Sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he commands, biting my lip softly. Oh. “Don’t apologize for being so fucking sexy, (y/n).” 

I rub my thighs together a bit, releasing any embarrassment that’s bubbling in me from all the compliments he’s giving me today, and Seb lets out a throaty moan into my mouth. His grip on my hip tightens, and he mumbles into my grin, “Hoooly shit, keep doing that.” 

I flex my muscles around him, hoping to add more pressure, and continue the subtle movements. Seb’s head dips to my neck, where he licks a strip from the base to my jawline, completing the action with a nibble. His other hand, which I’m assuming was laid under his head or something before, makes its way into my hair and he lightly tugs. Tugging noises out of me. He lets out a broken laugh against my skin, interrupted by his own strained breathing. 

Seb releases his grip to leave comforting rubs against my scalp. “Do me a favor, baby?” 

“Hm?”

“Touch yourself.” 

My eyes widen as I look back at Seb. Feels different being told to touch myself, versus simply doing it on my own accord while I’m blissfully distracted by him fucking me… Sensing my hesitation, Seb entices me by positioning his dick further up, so that it’s perfectly slotted between my slickened lips. I whimper at the contact, the slight bump of his tip giving it some extra oomph, and before I know it, he’s lowered into my legs again. 

Eyes still locked into his, I move my shaky fingers to my slit, spreading the lips open a tad – don’t have easy access, with my thighs pressed around him like this – and I strum away. I lower my gaze, but it doesn’t last long.

“Eyes up here, darling,” Seb whispers to grab my attention back. 

I shudder a breath into his barely-open mouth, just an inch or two from mine, and quicken my pace to match his thrusts. His hand slinks away from my hip, and I don’t think much of it, until I feel it stop on top of my own. I falter, and can tell by the crinkle in Seb’s eyes and the devious look on his features that he’s got a smug grin just barely out of sight.

“Keep going,” he gently commands. When I comply, he praises me, and slowly but surely takes control over my fingers. “There y’go, baby.”

“Mmn…” I press a kiss to Seb’s perfect, ever-so-slightly-chapped lips while losing myself in both of our touches. After a few swipes of my tongue against his, I pull away to whine his name, shut my eyes, and press my forehead to his. 

“You really love when I take control, don’t you?” he teases. I nod, eyes still shut, feeling face and neck and shoulders redden. “S’like you were made just for me….”

“Such perfect thighs,” he mutters, picking up the pace of our digits and his pumps against my skin. 

“Perfect lil’ hands,” he chuckles, tightening his hold on me. Engulfing my calloused farmer hand in his softer one. 

“Don’t even get me started on your lips,” he strains up against mine before kissing them again.

“Seb,” I giggle. I kiss him again, then ask, “Ah~, w-what’s with all the praise today?”  

He shushes me and kisses me harder, laughing through it. Mashing our teeth a little. “Just lemme love you, damnit.” He sucks my tongue between his lips, drawing a whine from my throat. “Such a nice tongue…”

“My tongue too?!” I snort, brows upturned as I shut myself up with another hum. 

“If only you could feel the shit you do with it.” He winks.

“Sebastian,” I accidentally moan. Was mostly trying to say his name to stop the schmoozy rambling…

“And suuuch a perfect pussy,” he shudders, taking the hand that was previously against my head and using it to slide right back inside of me.

My eyes roll back as he pumps into me — not much faster than he did into my thighs, but definitely with more force. “Oh good god.” This is a welcomed surprise, for sure. Without realizing it, I take more control over my hand, rubbing my bud faster beneath Seb’s touch.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Don’t stop ‘til you cum, alright?”

I desperately hum my assurance, drinking in his honied words, his sounds, his everything. “M’gonna cum, holy fuck Seb.” 

“Fuck, me too.” 

Seb pants into my ear, removing his hand from its spot on top of mine and cupping it around my ass with a harsh squeeze. Using it to ground himself for just a little longer.

“Wanna cum with you so bad,” he groans, digging his nails into my skin. “Come on baby, I wanna feel you cum on me while I fill you up, ‘kay?”

And just like that, I fucking snap. I nod my response and squeeze my watering eyes shut, feeling him harden and twitch and spurt inside of my tightening cunt. My ears are ringing, but I can still hear his hoarse groans in them as we finish up. 

Seb wraps an arm around me, softly rocking his hips. Milking every last drop that he can. Overstimulating the everliving shit outta me. I shiver as I dip my head to his forearm and pepper him with kisses. His chest heaves in tandem with mine as I inquire, “How the fuck do you last so long?” 

Still inside me, he settles into a cuddle. “Sheer willpower,” I feel him grin onto my shoulder before giving it a little smooch. “Wanna take care of you first, ya know?”

“You don’t have to.” I close my eyes again, blissfully sighing as I relax against him. “Not that I’m complaining, but…”

He laughs. “I get off on getting you off. Thought that was obvious enough by now.”

“So ya think I’m dumb, huh?”

“Didn’t say that,” he cheekily grunts. 

“Naive, then.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“Fuck you. I’m very, uh… Not that.” The fuck is the opposite of naive? Can’t be un-naive. That doesn’t sound like a thing. I bite Seb’s arm lightly in retaliation. It’s salty from his sweat. Blegh.

“Really got me there, kid.” Ugh. “I’m gonna take a shower, if that’s cool with you.”

I nod and slip him out of me before standing on wobbly legs. Seb grabby-hands towards me with a pout, and I roll my eyes and giggle while helping him up.

“You wanna try making a pie with me, when you’re outta there?” I ask as I use my discarded shower towel to clean myself up a bit.

“Hell yeah. What kind?”

“Blueberry, maybe blueberry cream. Dunno yet.”

“Cream pie, huh?” I deadpan Sebastian, and am met with one of those stupid eyebrow waggles of his.

“Fuck outta here, you.” As I answer, I walk to the table and pop another in my mouth. Yoba, these are so good. I offer one to Seb with an outstretched arm and he takes it with his mouth, nibbling my fingers just a little. He steals a kiss on my knuckles, and then my mouth, before turning the corner to go get himself ready.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Another Day." Poly!Camping Boys X GN! Reader.

Today is a hard day, but the twelfth of May always is. I have been working on this steadily between fics and finally had the time to slap a bow on this, so here, have a cute GN! View into the average day of a poly!Camping Boys reader. Hope you like it as Multi-May continues, I got some big fics underway that will be sure to knock your socks off and are smutty as hell, promise. For now? Comfort.

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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.1K. Buddy Swanson X Sam Wescott X GN! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. No Parts Specified. Warnings: Fluff. Softness. Sweetness. Domestic Life. Brief Mentions Of Movie Events. Just A Big Soft Triad Of Idiots. Cuddling.

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You stir awake at five am when Sam gets out of bed, your head lifts slightly and his voice is still rough with sleep when he reaches out, smoothes down the covers over the space he just left as he apologises, “Hey sorry.”

A soft response from you, one hand reaches out, “Mmm Sam-” 

He shh’s you, “No, no, stay asleep, I’m getting out of here in a second.” You exhale amusedly through your nose and still sit halfway up, your hand meets the back of his neck and tug him down to you, a soft kiss pressed to his lips that he luxuriates in for a moment before breaking away. 

“Have a good day.” You tell him and he says “Bye sweetheart.”

That is the moment Buddy props up on one elbow, curls an adorable mess, eyes refusing to open he says, “I don’t get a fuckin’ kiss goodbye? What the fuck man?” 

“I thought you were still asleep!” Sam argues and Buddy scoffs, “Regardless even if I am passed out you don’t wanna plant one on me?”

“You make it sound so creepy!” He complains and you chime in, “I disagree it’s more of a sweet thing, like even though the person isn’t awake you simply have to say good-bye with an act of physical affection, like you can’t help it.” 

“See that I understand, why can’t you word it in a less date-rape-y way?” Sam asked as he came around the bed, he leaned down and as Buddy said, “Cuz I’m an asshol-”, it was cut off by Sam giving that kiss he was previously complaining about not getting. Buddy tries to deepen it but the other man pulls away with a laugh rolling his eyes, “Christ man, I gotta go.”

Sam pushed Buddy’s head down lightly and he allowed it to happen with a laugh, laying back on his side as Sam finally stepped away, “Get some sleep you two, I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye Sam.” You say and Buddy coos right after you, parroting what you say, “Yeah, byeeee Sam.” He is laughing on his way out of the room, he shuts the door quietly. Buddy’s arm hooks around you and he pulls you down and towards him, spooning you and as you both get comfortable, his face nuzzles into your neck. Sleep claims you both easily again, curled in the warm sheets and blankets and snuggled up. 

You actually wake up at the much more reasonable time of eight thirty. You wake up alone, not entirely unusual, you know just where Buddy is. You roll out of bed and stretch, making your way to the kitchen to find him in his comfy clothes, one of the shirts you recognize he stole from Sam along with a pair of his own dark grey sweatpants. He is in front of the stove, two mugs on the counter, steaming, one pulled closer to him as he is working over the frying pan. He looks over his shoulder and smiles upon seeing you, he greets, “They’re alive.” 

“I am.” You came forward, walked up and picked up the mug, Buddy had already gone to the trouble of making your favourite drink you like to have first thing. 

“Manage to sleep good?” He asks, eyes back on his task and you hum, “Yeah even with you busting Sam’s balls pre-six AM, I slept good once I passed out again” 

“Oh come on, you know that you both love it.” Buddy said easily and you responded, “I dunno about that, I think we love you more like.”

“Good enough.” He shrugs and you ask, “So what is for breakfast today?” 

“Crepes’ and hashbrowns, where the sweet and savoury meet.” He tells you as you hum, “Oooh, sounds great as always.”

“Naturally.” He agrees and you step away, walk to the table and take your seat, “You know what I really love best about you is how humble you are.” 

Breakfast is plated, you both eat together, the food is stellar as per usual, the conversation light and after the plates are cleared of food and the mugs drained you have to start getting ready for work. By the time you are cleaned and dressed, he is giving you the lunch he made while you did your usual pre-work routine and then hugging you so tightly it is seriously making it hard for you to get to your shoes to put them on. 

“Stayyy-” He groans and you sigh, “I can’t and you know ittt.”

“Boo.” He pouts and finally relents letting you go, “I’ll see you for a bit before you go off to work and I’m off tomorrow, I will still be up when you get home.” 

“I suppose, enjoy your lunch and have a good day.” Now with your shoes on you lean up, hands on his face and pull him down, a kiss good-bye while his hands settle on your waist, and surprisingly he is the one to break it, “Don’t wanna make you late.”

“You are so considerate.” You praise before opening the door, “Bye Buddy.”

It was a fine day, the lunch he packed, your favourite sandwich, some chips and veggies along with some cookies he baked earlier that week, was of course great.

When you come after work that day they are both home once more. You can hear the spirited conversation from the kitchen spilling down the hall to where you are, shoes kicked off you go to join them. Sam is doing what he was getting in the habit of doing more and more, helping Buddy make dinner and improving his own cooking skills along the way. 

“There’s my favourite duo.” You greet as you come into the space, Sam turns, excited for the first real interaction you’ve had all day outside of the usual texts you kept up throughout the day with him and that is what makes you laugh. “Nice apron there Wescott.”

He looks down and then rolls his eyes, a smile still plastered to his face, said apron was a joke gift from Buddy, blue gingham plaid with frills around the edges. “Thank you, my boyfriend got it for me.” 

“Well you gotta protect that outfit.” You gestured to the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing as you came over and a kiss hello was given to Sam before you gave one to Buddy on his cheek, he gave a small, “Hello-”, as you do before Buddy told you, “I insisted he wear it for that very purpose.” 

“Thoughtful as ever. Whatcha making?” You ask as you come peak around Buddy, he was working with a mortar and pestle, he told you, “Pesto, we made some pasta earlier to put it on.”

“Nice.” You nod and let it hang for a moment before asking, “So would you say that your pesto is the best-o?”

Buddy’s hands stop working and he sighs heavily, Sam is cracking up immediately and he nudges your shared partner, “Oh come on, you make terrible jokes all the time, lighten up Swanson.” 

“I hate both of you.” He groused and you and Sam box him in on either side, a big hug, you sing-song out, “Nooo you don’t.” 

Sam followed up, “You loooove us.”

He relents. “Yeah I fuckin’ do.”

The rest of dinner prep went smoothly, Buddy hurried ate his portion in his work uniform before he had to go, a kiss to your forehead and a ruffling of Sam’s hair that had him batting Buddy away before he was saying good-bye.  Sam said, “Have a good shift.”

“Yeah try not to let the bastards get you down.” You encouraged and he called back, “I make no promises.” 

You hear him leave and it was just you and Sam. “So what are we going to get up to tonight?” 

“How about dessert and a movie?” He offers and you agree, “Sounds good to me.” 

You both do the dishes post dinner, almost shoulder to shoulder, you wash, he dries, “How’d that work thing go?” You ask and he groans, “Fine, glad it’s over, your day?”

“Perfectly serviceable, totally non-offensive.” And he grins, “Love to hear it, nothing quite like the mundane.” 

Sam was a big appreciator of the average and regular days like today in that life that you three have carved out for yourselves, the life you had all settled into post Centre Stage and Camp Clear Vista incidents made him see even more beauty in the normal days that pass by without comment. “What is gonna be dessert?”

“How about we raid Buddy’s recipe box and figure it out together?” And once the dishes were in the drying rack you did just that. Lucky for you he kept the kitchen well stocked and the recipe he had for chocolate lava cake was exceedingly easy to follow. Baking with Sam was a true joy, he made it so fucking fun.

In an hour's time you and he were on the couch, a comedy on the screen and dessert being shared. “Who does Brodie remind you of?” You ask and Sam thought for a moment, a hum slips out before he says, “Not sure…”

“Imagine if a certain curly haired dude was way too into comic books.” Sam gasped as realization hit, “Oh my fucking God why are you so right?

“I just am.” You say with a small shrug before digging in for another spoonful. 

When dessert is done and the credits are rolling you any and all stress that had accumulated throughout the day, no matter how minor has rolled off of you.

“Chuck wants to do dinner this weekend.” You respond to Sam with, “Really?”

“At her place.” He followed up and you let out a pleased, “Oooh, no shit, well that should be a fun time. Is Buddy allowed?”

“He would be if he wasn’t working.” Sam says and you sigh, “You think he is more bothered than he lets on about missing that kinda thing so often?” 

“I think so.” He admits, arms wrap tighter around you and says, “But this is what he wants to do with his life, we knew what we signed up for.”

“I know that, just miss him and I know he misses us.” You shrug, but even with that you certainly didn’t regret your choice in partners. You are pretty sure the reason Buddy insists on being the one to feed you all, even when he already cooks in a sweltering kitchen for his job for hours, is because it makes you all think of him throughout the day, a way to show he cares even when he is absent, still somewhat present even when apart. Pushing away the slightly dower feelings you ask, “Popcorn, a beer or two and video games till he gets home?”

“Fuck yes.” He asserts. 

Hours later Buddy was coming home. He stood in front of the apartment door, tired, sweaty, and fumbling with his keys. He was going to be quiet, you talked about staying up but sometimes you would be a bit too tired for that. He didn’t wanna barge in and accidently wake you both. As he is about to slip the key in the lock he hears you laugh loudly and it makes him smile. He comes in and finds you and Sam sprawled over the couch, still deep in co-op in the current flavour of the week video game of choice, bowl of popcorn empty along with a bottle or two. The game was paused and you both turned, Sam’s arms up as he said, “He’s home!” 

He took his shoes off and made his way over to the couch, “I am! Are you still playing this game?”

“We haven’t beat it yet.” You say and Buddy says in response, “Hand me the controller and I’ll show you how it’s done.” 

Sam leaned over to pass him the control and give him a kiss hello but pulled back, “Ugh, not till you shower.”

“Yeah you’re gonna make the couch smell like garlic.” You tease and he rolls his eyes as he gets up, “Have either of you showered yet tonight?”

A look between you and Sam, smiling tugging up the corners of your mouth, “Nooo we haven’t.”

“Well since you find me sooo offensive, how about you both come help me clean up, so you can be sure it’s done to your satisfaction.” Too tempting an offer to pass up, controllers dropped and each of you and Sam took one of Buddy’s hands, he helped you get up and you leave the living room behind.

“Just don’t elbow me in the face this time.” Sam asks and Buddy pushes open the bathroom door as says, “Don’t bend over at such an inopportune moment then.” 

“Boys, boys, you’re both very pretty, can you stop for five seconds and get in the damn shower, please?” 

Just another day in an apartment that is slightly too small for three that you wouldn’t trade for anything else.

[eddies-munsonmoved]

dealer’s choice pt. 2 /no! i just think i’m two steps nearer to my grave

pairing: eddie munson/oc (cynthia moose) fandom: stranger things wc: 3.3k note: this took for-fuckin-ever, im so sorry. here they are! warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of drugs and alcohol,

Hopper leaned down, taking his sunglasses off and asked, “where are you two coming from?"

Eddie got nervous, he wanted to say something but this wasn’t his situation and he didn’t want to get Moose in trouble for his weed run. But he was stunned even more by how she replied to the cop.

“Skull Rock.”

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February 1985, Cherry Lane

3:17 pm. The dungeons and dragons curse, she liked to call it. Whenever someone brought D&D up to her in any capacity, no matter if her sister was around or not, she would be roped into babysitting a bunch of smelly pre-teens. (This time it was an offhand comment made by Jeff in her sixth period science class)

“Cyn, please?” Bethany pleaded for the third time this hour. “Mike’s dad doesn’t want us over there for another session, and we have the only area big enough.”

“You mean we have less supervision here. Since mom went back to work.”

Bethany shrugged as her sister sighed and turned the tv off, “please?”

“It’s my only day off this week.” Cynthia muttered to herself. “Fine. But you have to clean whatever mess you guys make down there.”

Not even thirty minutes later, Cynthia’s car was filled by three boys, two girls and they had just finished descending their madness upon Bradley’s Big Buy to get snacks and pizza for the weekend. They were loud and caused a ruckus in the store and she was just glad to get out of there with her dignity.

After piling the kids into the car, she almost turned the wrong way and they all let her know about it, “We gotta get Will!”

As they pulled up to the Byers’ place, she put the car in park and looked at the kids in silence, no one was getting out. “Are you guys serious? Go get him.”

“You have to talk to Joyce.” Mike informed the older teen.

She grumbled as she got out of the car, and walked up to the front door. She put on a small smile as she knocked twice.

“Cynthia, hi.” Joyce greeted, opening the door.

“Hey, I came to get Will, if that’s alright.” She gestured to the car where the five kids could be seen arguing animatedly, “Beth is hosting for their session this weekend, something about Mr. Wheeler wanting them to get out of the house?”

Before Joyce could even respond, Will went zipping between them and jumped into the car, clearly an overfilled backpack swinging onto his back.

“That’s fine, is your mom home?”

“No,” Cynthia drew out. “But I don’t have to work until four tomorrow and if they run extra long, I’m sure Tim could watch them.”

“Okay, I’ll have Jonathan drop by after he gets off work to see if Will needs anything, is that alright?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. They probably wanna get outta here, I’ll see you around.”

Five hours later and they were starting to drive her crazy, they’ve gone through half their snacks and had three pizzas already. She heard another set of screams from the basement and she got up and padded to the kitchen landline and flipped open the phonebook.

Finding the number, she typed it in and held the phone to her ear, listening to the ring for a minute before a man’s voice came over the speaker, “Hello?”

“Hey, is this Eddie?”

“Yeah?” The other line sounded skeptical, “who’s this?”

“Cynthia.”

It was quiet for a moment. “Oh, Moose. What’s going on?”

“Okay,” she chuckled, “not to be a sob story but I’m fuckin stranded at my house with a gaggle of middle schoolers and I really need a smoke. If it’s not too inconvenient, could you run me a bag?”

“Sure, what did you want?”

“I got… ten bucks. So, what? A quarter?” She answered.

“Alright,” He answered, she heard keys shuffling on his end, “Cherry Lane, right?”

“Yeah, thanks, dude.”

“See you in a bit.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Cynthia replied, hanging up the phone before going back to her bedroom.

Twenty minutes later, Cynthia was in the middle of her Blondie cassette when she saw a pair of headlights flash through her window, signaling that someone just pulled into the driveway. She rolled out of bed and grabbed one of her dad’s sweaters and went out to the living room.

Expecting Eddie to be outside, she was surprised when she opened the door to see Jonathan Byers. “Hey, I forgot you were dropping by.”

“I was late.” He muttered.

She widened the door for him to come in and she spotted Nancy coming up the walkway with a smile.

“Hi, Cynthia.”

“Hey, Nance,” Shutting the door behind the couple, she continued, “the kids are in the basement. The last door on the right in the hall will have the stairs.”

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Eddie pulled up to the Moose’s house, Jeff in his passenger seat. They both spotted an extra car parked in front of the house. “Weird,” he shrugged to his friend and bandmate before trying to get out of the van.

Jeff laughed in response before stopping and grabbing the older boy’s arm, “I think she’s coming out.”

Settling back down, he watched Cynthia walk between the parked cars and approach the window he just rolled down.

Leaning against the van, she laid her forearms over the opening, “hey guys, thanks for comin’ out.” She quickly held out a bill between her fingers.

“It’s no big deal. Jeff needed a ride home anyways.” Eddie shrugged once again, passing a baggy into her hand that was still resting in the van. “Actually, Moose, I heard some shit about you today.”

“Oh shit.” She laughed, keeping one hand on the van as she leaned away and put her weed away. Fumbling with something else in her pocket, she tried to change the subject, “do you want some candy?”

“Don’t try to change the subject.” Eddie smiled at her as she leaned back against the van, defeated.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “First, what did you hear?”

“Apparently Hopper chased you down for being… ‘drunk and disorderly’ out on Kerley last night.” He explained as Jeff laughed in the other seat, the younger boy knew the actual story, hearing it from Cynthia in their shared class.

The girl hung her head in shame.

“It’s all good, Moose. It’s happened to the best of us.” That made Jeff laugh even more.

“Sucks you believe that, Munson.” She finally responded, “I wasn’t drunk and disorderly, alright? I was walking home, extremely sober, from the Wheelers’ after Nancy’s mom snitched on me.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, it was past curfew so he had to pick me up. That and I’ve been out of the house since Sunday.”

“You’re not home a whole lot, are you?” Eddie asked, slightly concerned.

Cynthia deflected with a laugh and a shrug, “do you want some candy? Last offer.”

“I’ll have some.” Jeff spoke up, holding his hand out.

Reaching over Eddie and handing their friend a small candy bar, Cynthia turned her attention back to the metalhead, “What about you, Eddie? Want some candy?”

“Yeah, of course. Got any chocolate?”

“You’re shit outta luck, dude, I got a sucker or sweethearts.” She laughed, fiddling around in her pocket once again.

Defeated, Eddie set out his hand, “I’ll take the sucker.”

“A sucker for a sucker.” Cynthia laughed, handing him a red, heart-shaped sucker. “See you guys around.”

They watched as she walked back up to the house before turning the van back on. “What’d you get?” Eddie asked his friend when he heard him eating the candy he just received.

“Laffy Taffy.”

Nodding, he didn’t believe his friend. “Sure. Taffy? Jeff, you have braces.”

“I can indulge.” He lied, trying to stop the older boy from wrestling his hand open to find the wrapper.

Eddie was victorious, “a snickers? Jeffrey, I think Moose is playing favorites.”

June 1985 Forest Hills Trailer Park

2:43 pm. Eddie trudged out to his van in the late June heat. He was currently thankful for his KISS shirt that he cropped so the edge of it sat right above the waistline of his jean shorts. After he got in, keeping the door open, he took some time to dig through his cassettes. Ultimately deciding on Blizzard of Ozz before sticking a cigarette between his lips and starting his van to limp to the more experienced mechanics.

Speeding up the road, he spotted a familiar station wagon turn onto the road. Slowing down to let the car pass on the narrow street, he was met with Moose. Wallace had told him the day before that she was asking about him. Eddie’s friend seemed exasperated about the topic.

Setting the cigarette down, he cranked his window open as the driver of the opposite car slowed down by him, “What’s up, Moose?” He leaned out of his van, disregarding the heat.

She seemed unprepared as she shuffled to mirror the older boy, “I heard from Wally that you were back in town and I was out today so I wanted to drop by to see if you had any?”

The boy laughed and ran a hand through his messy bangs, “yeah, I have to go see my guy and get some. Could you give me a ride?”

“Um, I— yeah, that’s cool.”

“You sure?” he asked, she nodded, “meet me at Bell’s Auto on Pine? I have to bring this beast in.”  He patted the door for good measure.

“Sure thing.”

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Eddie slowly pulled into Bell’s right in front of the garage doors and was surprised to see Moose already there, moving bags from the front seat and setting them into the back. When did she pass him up?

He got out and watched as she pushed a cooler onto the back seat, “How’d you get here so fast?”

She jumped in surprise, somehow not noticing Eddie behind her, with a laugh she replied, “you took an odd turn, I just went up Main.”

“My way’s faster.” He defended his ‘odd’ turn. He felt a bloom in his chest as she laughed at what he said. It was then he noticed that their outfits were nearly similar.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Munson.”

The drive was nearly silent, only the wind and the occasional puff of a cigarette occupied the car.

Cynthia pulled her hand in from the outside and glanced at the boy next to her, “there’s a box under your seat, it has some of my tunes in it. Find something you like.”

“You gonna have anything my speed?” He half-joked. He grew hopeful when he looked over at her, a smile on her face and AC/DC on her tee.

“Don’t start, Eddie.”

It took him a couple minutes of picking up a case and looking to see what it was before he found one that was clearly made at home and the cover just said Summer ‘82 (KISS, Crüe, Blondie, Whitney). Popping it into the radio, he waited, listening, until the beginning notes of Sure Know Something started.

“Where did you find that?”

He thought he did something wrong for a second before she turned up the music and started bobbing her head. “It was at the bottom of the box.”

“Good pick.” She complimented, taking a puff of the cigarette between her fingers.

Another 20 minutes down the road, Eddie instructed her to pull over to a small, shaded path, “wait here, I’ll walk the rest of the way and be back in a bit.”

“Okay,” she sighed, relenting. Cynthia wanted to just drive him up but he told her that his guy didn’t like people knowing where he lived. “See you in a bit.”

For the fifteen minutes that Eddie was gone, Cynthia mindlessly flipped through one of her sister’s old wrestling newsletters in between killing the odd mosquito that made its way into the warm car.

The current summer air reminded her of the days that her dad would take her and Beth to swim out at Jordan Lake in east Hawkins. She could feel the sadness building in her chest as she reminisced about days that were long gone; melting down onto the leather bench, she tried to breathe, pushing away tears that were about to spill out.

When she finally calmed herself down, she opened her eyes. They were blurry and when she looked up and out of the passenger window by her feet, she saw a blurry figure. She flinched hard, “son of a bitch.” She gasped as she wiped her eyes and saw Eddie, smiling with concern in his eyes.

Reaching forward, she pulled the lock up and let Eddie in, “scared the hell outta me, man.”

“I could tell.” He snickered, “takin’ a nap, Moose? Am I that boring?”

She laughed as she scooched back into the driver seat, “You’re thrilling, bud. I was resting my eyes.”

“Okay.” He relented, settling into the seat, he put a bag onto the floor by his feet as he watched the girl next to him lay her head on the steering wheel. “You alright?”

When she didn’t respond, Eddie hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder, “hey.”

She peered over at him from behind the hair that curtained her in like a shield, “I’m alright.”

Eddie pulled his hand away as she leaned back against the seat as she gathered her hair into her hands.

Giving a small smile, Cynthia actually looked over at him. “I’m good. Long day.” Tying her long, dark hair into a bun before she started the car, “let’s get outta here, yeah?”

On the way back, Eddie had pointed her to a left turn and continued in the winding woods, he insisted continuing around the lake would be quicker to get back into town.

“So what happened to your van?”

Eddie picked at his rings, “I just got back from Saginaw, fucked up my tires pretty bad on the way back. Also just general wear and tear.”

“You do drive like a mad-man.” Cynthia laughed.

“I’d call it efficient.”

“Whatever you say, Munson,” she playfully rolled her eyes. “What were you doing in Michigan, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He pulled his eyes from the road and watched as they sped through the trees, he rubbed at his slightly tanned arms nervously before he eventually answered, “I went to visit my mom.”

“Oh,” Cynthia readjusted her grip on the wheel and took a glimpse at the boy in her passenger seat, “how’d that go?”

“Alright.” Eddie shrugged, shrinking into himself. “Yeah, I had to break the news to her that I got held back. Again.”

“Shit, man. I’m sorry.” It was silent in the van for what seemed like forever, only the radio playing between them. She didn’t really know how to respond. “At least now you get to finish it out with Jeff and Wallace.” Maybe not the right thing to say but it could be comforting.

He gave a small laugh, “Yeah, stupid might cancel out somehow.”

She peeked at the boy to her right and gave him a nudge on the shoulder. “Trust me, it does. How do you think we got Tim outta there?”

“Oh, yeah. Henderson.”

“Yeah,” Cynthia was caught off guard by his response. “What happened with you guys? He says you were his first friend when he moved to town.”

“I guess. Then he went full dark side on us.”

Cynthia felt bad laughing, knowing it would egg Eddie on in his incoming rant. “Dark side? Wow.”

“Yeah! We were cool at first when school started then he just dropped us.” He started waving his hands as he talked. “Then he started sports and hanging around guys like Bull and Tommy B. We tried to be cool but—“

“How long has that truck been behind us?” She interrupted, looking in the rearview mirror.

“I don’t know, but it does look like a—” He tried to turn around to look properly before Cynthia laid a hand on his arm, making him sit forward.

“Oh fuck, it’s fucking Hopper. Oh shit.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned over, looking in the mirror on his side of the car while shuffling his bag further under the seat.

“Yes, I’m sure. The fuck is he doing out here?”

“He’s a cop, Moose, isn’t it kinda his job to be out here?”

Running a hand through her hair, she kept her speed moderate. “I guess. Shouldn’t he be dealing with shitbirds over at the mall?” She didn’t have another moment to chill out before the blue and red light started flashing on the truck behind them. “I can handle this, just sit there and look pretty,” she tried to crack a quick joke.

Eddie nodded with a quick laugh as they pulled into the dirt and waited for the cops to walk up the car.

“What’s goin’ on, rat-stache?” Cynthia nodded at Callahan as he appeared at her passenger window.

“Really?” We pulled you over and you’re gonna under—” The younger cop was cut off.

“Cynthia Moose.” Hopper greeted, setting his hat on the top of her car. “And,” he leaned down, getting a better glimpse at the guest in her car, “Eddie Munson, didn’t know you were back in town.”

“Yeah, just last night.”

Hopper scanned the odd pair and waited for a smart remark from the Moose girl akin to the one Callahan received. When she didn’t speak up, he said, “Your mom called the station today. Wanna tell me why?”

“I don’t know, man.” Cynthia was genuinely taken aback. “She knows I have the car, I have work tonight.”

“I need something better than that, last time we got a call like this, we found you out by the Pinelli’s up in Merrick Park after six days.” He was losing his patience with the girl.

“Dude, I—“ She was getting frustrated, there was really no reason for this. “I don’t know. I brought Beth to her softball game at noon and that’s it.”

“That’s it?” Hopper leaned down, taking his sunglasses off and asked, “where are you two coming from?”

“Can we keep this between us? She’s not gonna be happy with me,” Cynthia rambled on, “I just got my shit together, my mom can’t know about this. Please, Hopper?”

Jim Hopper sighed and, with a stern nod, told Callahan to go back to the truck.

Eddie got nervous, he wanted to say something but this wasn’t really his situation and he didn’t want to get Moose in trouble for his weed run. But he was stunned even more by how she replied to the cop.

“Skull Rock.”

The cop was taken aback, repeating, “Skull Rock?” to the teens in the car incredulously.

“Yeah, man,” Cynthia replied, becoming more confident in her lie, “why do you think we got a cooler and blankets back there? We had a picnic and.. Hung out.”

“Okay.” Hopper nodded; not really believing the pair but knowing Cynthia’s past boyfriend, he took it into consideration as he peeked behind them into the back of the wagon. “This true, Munson?”

Eddie looked beyond Moose’s dark, pleading eyes and straight at the Chief, “Yes.”

He didn’t want to deal with this, but he found that it was better to deal with Elaine Moose’s calls regarding her oldest sooner rather than later. Sighing, wiping sweat from his brow, “Get back to town, go see your mother. I won’t mention this.”

Cynthia let out a deep breath, “holy shit, thank you.”

“Yeah,” Hopper grabbed his hat and stepped away from the car, “get outta here.”

Eddie also let out a breath as he heard the engine turn over and they started rolling.

“Holy shit, holy shit.” The girl basically chanted as they picked up speed, heading back to town.

“Hey, Moose?” It was his turn to interrupt as he leaned his head back against the car. “If it’s alright, I’m never riding with you anywhere ever again.”

Letting out a quick laugh before she pushed a cassette into the radio, she replied, “Understandable.”

[headkiss]

for the domestic prompts (perfectly apt and comforting for me as i’m recovering from a nasty trip to the er on a rainy day) - would weep for prompt 27 🥺🥺 so cuteeee

hi! i hope you’re feeling better and that this maybe cheers you up a bit :D | 0.7k words of fluff, gn!reader i believe but please correct me if i’m wrong! (fixing their hair/clothes just before they rush out the door.)

You’re running late.

You and Steve promised to be at Lucas’ game, the last one of the season. And Robin would be playing with the school band as always. You’d say you watched her to support her, but you also really wanted to see how she interacted with Vickie.

You’re about ten minutes behind schedule when you fix up your makeup in the mirror, lipstick smudged and mascara flakes under your eyes.

It’s Steve’s fault, really.

The wandering hands and those eyes he gave you when his mind was going places. He was a menace. It’s why you usually force him to get ready in a separate room. No setbacks.

It’s his fault that when he saw you checking your outfit in the mirror he came up behind you and spoke into your ear about how perfect you looked. How much he wished he could keep you home for the night.

It’s certainly his fault when he started kissing you, ruining the makeup that you’re now fixing.

Your friends are used to your tardiness as a couple, always getting distracted and they never stop giving you shit for it.

Once your makeup is done and you’re almost sure you look presentable, you head down the stairs to meet Steve by the door.

“Finally.”

“You’re the one who made me have to fix everything in the first place, Stevie.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, babe.”

You’re opening the door and walking ahead of him when he notices the mess at the back of your head, the way your shirt is wrinkled because of his hands.

Oops.

“Wait, honey. Here,” he stops you, smoothing your hair with his hands and then doing the same to your shirt, gentle and soft.

His hands have butterflies in your stomach once again, but you do everything you can to ignore them so you’re not any later than you already are.

He tucks the back of your oversized t-shirt into your jeans, his fingers skimming the top of your ass before pulling away. Yeah, he’s such a tease.

When he’s done he kisses the back of your shoulder through the cotton of your shirt, pecking up your neck then to your cheek. You stop him before he can make his way to your mouth.

“Absolutely not. We gotta go.”

“Mmm, I just like kissing you.”

“Me too, but we’re so late, Stevie. I’ll kiss you later, promise.”

He likes what you’re implying with that one, agreeing to get going so that he can get the game over with and get back home with you.

It may be selfish but that’s what you do to him.

When you turn to look at him, you notice his hair is messy, too. Probably due to your hands having been tangled in it not long ago.

“You’re messy too. Let me,” you brush his hair off of his forehead, combing through it to smooth it down the way you know he likes it to look. You wouldn’t want to ruin The Hair’s reputation, after all.

You hold hands in the car and he kisses your knuckles at every red light.

Once you make it to the high school, you both try your best to sneak in without anyone noticing. Maybe this time you’ll get away with it.

The game goes well, Hawkins wins and Lucas is an amazing player. You’re proud of him and you cheer every single time he touches the ball, every time he scores. So does Steve.

Robin talked to Vickie a couple of times and you’re definitely going to ask about that later because you really are rooting for them, for Robin. She deserves to be happy and you hope she’ll find that.

You’re talking to Lucas with Steve by your side now, smiling.

“You were amazing, Lucas! Seriously.”

“Thanks, even though you were late. Again.”

You roll your eyes at him and the laughs of your other friends. You can never get away with anything around them. You won’t admit it, but you love them for it.

“I take responsibility for that,” Steve says from beside you, his head leaning against yours.

“How noble of you, Stevie.”

You leave shortly after, promising to catch up with everyone properly soon. Steve’s tugging you along by your belt loop and you can’t help but giggle because of it. He’s cute when he’s impatient, you think.

As promised, you kiss him plenty when you get home. You let him ruin your makeup all over again.

[mutual-monsters]

well needed || soft!alpha!husband!lee bodecker

Pairing: Soft!alpha!husband!Lee Bodecker x afab!gn!omega!spouse!reader

TW: smut, heavy breeding kink, reader in heat

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Reader is in heat, and their husband Lee helps them out

Word count: 536

A/N: this one goes out to @strwbrrybucky who asked for Alpha!Bucky stuff earlier this evening, which I saw, looked at this half-finished mess, thought “close enough” and am now serving up like half-cooked spaghetti.

“Welcome home, Sheriff.” You say, brandishing a weak smile and greeting your husband as he walked in the door. Normally at this time, you’d be downstairs in the kitchen, ready to serve dinner, but last night your heat struck you extremely hard, causing you to curl up in bed all day with the scent of your lover. Lee walks closer to you and sits on the side of the bed next to you, laying his hand gently on your thigh and earning and soft whimper from your lips.

“Baby,” he says, lips wet and eyes furrowed, “you’re all miserable. How can I help?”

He’s worried. You’ve had some nasty heats before, but never one this intense.

You look up at him, eyes tired and barely open, “Lee, I need you. Bad. Need your cock. Can’t wait.”

And yes, he feels the lust, but more so he feels the need to care for his darling omega.

“Just lay back darlin’. Jus’ like that. Atta’ doll.” He says, coaxing you into position.

He begins to fumble with a rubber from the side table.

“Lee,”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Told you I can’t wait. Just fuck me. Don’t care if you knock me up. It don’t matter. I can’t-I can’t take it. Thought about it all day Lee, want your pups. Wan’ be filled up ‘n carryin’ ‘em by mornin’ time. Please, Lee. Please.”

His cock hardens further, almost painfully, and he cups your face.

“Sweet darlin’, I hope ya feel all the love I got for ya. You don’t gotta beg. Gonna give it all to ya. I promise.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and begins to tease your folds with his tip, enjoying the feeling of your slick on his head.

“Now, c’mon,” He whispers, his hot breath making you moan. “We oughta get started if we wanna make this litter stick.”

He inserts himself and gives you a moment to adjust. You beg for his movement, and he obeys. You are his, he tells you this over and over while intertwining your fingers, admiring your wedding rings.

“Ya feel my cock, sugar? Deep in that belly ‘a yours? ‘As where ‘m gonna put our pups. Nice ‘n deep. Make sure you're big n’ round in no time. Gonna cum deep inside this sweet little ‘mega cunt. Make sure ya feel me for days. Want you to be walkin’ around leakin’ a lil’ bit.”

You’re starting to fall apart. Words become incoherent. The only things that escape your lips are broken moans and a chant of his name.

“God, doll, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ gorgeous just waddlin’ ‘round this house. Don’t know if I’ll be able to keep ma hands off-a ya. Gonna keep fillin’ ya up, too. Gonna keep havin’ litters ‘til ya can’t take no more. Want this whole house just filled with our brats, baby.”

“Lee, oh God-” You cum with a broken cry. He is not far after. Lee keeps himself sheathed in your warmth for quite some time before pulling out and placing a pillow below your hips.

“I love you, sugar.”

“Mmm, Lee, I love you more.”

“Doubt, it darlin’” He says, a smile plastered wide on his face.

[watchmegetobsessed]

YOUR BABY

A/N: it's just a little something, nothing hardcore like last time lol! it's def on the fluffy side.

PAIRING: husband!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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“Harry? You alright in there?” you call out after him teasingly, even though he hasn’t been in the bathroom for that long.

“Perfectly fine!” you hear his voice from inside, shuffling around in the room as you sit on the couch, waiting for him patiently.

You haven’t done any dramatic outfit reveals lately, since his fits for the shows were almost the same just in different colors, but H said tonight he is finally switching it up. So here you are, waiting for your husband to give you a runway walk in his Nashville night one outfit. You’ve been thinking about what it could be, theories varying from see-through lacy shirts to crop tops. Oh yeah, you would love to see him in a crop top, dressed like men in the nineties, that would be so hot, though not quite his style.

“You ready?” he asks from the other side of the door.

“Never been more ready!” you giggle, your legs bouncing excitedly when you see the doorknob turn.

“Here I come!” he announces and then walks out with his little funny walk, hands bent in the wrist like little girls do, a silly smile on his face as he approaches you.

And he looks fantastic. The powder colored sparkly suit is amazing, fits him so well, especially on his thighs. Goddamnit, you already want to get him out of it! You jump up from your seat, walking closer to him when he opens the jacket, revealing his shirtless torso, only his suspenders running across his chest in such a delicious way.

“Shut up!” you gasp, staring at him as if he was art, but in a way, he really is art to you. Reaching out your palms cup his stomach just above the waistline of his pants, the warmth of his body mixed with the hardness of his muscles is the sweetest feeling under your touch. “Harry Styles, you are such a tease!” you giggle, eyes meeting his proud look. You both know the fans have been going crazy for another revealing outfit since the show in Vegas. This will absolutely love this one.

“You like it?” he grins at you, hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer, kissing your cheek.

“Well of course! You look fabulous!” you giggle, stealing a kiss from his lips quickly. Your hands slide to his naked back under the jacket and you can’t hold a satisfied hum back how perfect this fit is. The shirts tucked into his pants didn’t let you do this, but now you can feel his skin with no problem, whenever you want to. “This outfit might be my second favorite after the Vegas one,” you grin up at him, running your fingers up and down his back, your nails gently scratching him just the way he likes it when you’re in bed. He is incredibly cuddly, almost like a baby and loves to get you to scratch his back and head, whining whenever you stop.

“Mmm, you need to stop or the concert will start late,” he hums and you feel his muscles relax under your touch, his lips pressing to your forehead.

You stay like that, tangled together, just showering in the joy of the moment. You’ve been married for almost a year, but it still feels like you’re spending your honeymoon. It doesn’t matter where you are, Harry always makes you the happiest and you truly hope this feeling will never go away.

It’s a little hard to let go of him, but you wouldn’t keep him up from his concert. You watch him climb into his little box, steal another kiss before the lid is on and then take you usual spot backstage to watch the show. As usual, he is giving one thousand percent. The stage is on fire, the fans are going wild and you just love seeing him this happy, doing what he loves the most.

Sometime during the show a fan asks Harry to do her gender reveal. You instantly feel the excitement grow inside you as he takes the envelope and teases the crowd, reading what’s written in it. You don’t even realize but you’re holding your breath, eyes glued to your husband on the stage, talking about someone else’s baby and it got you wondering…

The past few months you’ve been continuously thinking about finally trying for a baby. Now feels like a good time, everything is going well in your life, you’re finally married with Harry, something you really wanted to happen before getting pregnant and tour would be over by the time you’d reach the second trimester. That is if you succeed instantly, but you know it might take a few months.

“A little baby girl!” Harry announces on the stage, the crowd erupting in screams as he falls to his knees celebrating the joy of a soon to be mother.

You want him to talk about your baby. To reveal your baby’s gender, to be this excited about your baby. You want to have a baby with him. Period.

As the show carries on you think about bringing it up to him, no use in delaying it. You can talk about anything with him, don’t have to stress about what he might say.

When Harry leaves the stage ending the concert, you’re waiting for him near the curtains, his eyes finding you right away, running up to you like an energetic little boy.

“You were so good!” you laugh when he picks you up, twirling you around, his lips peppering kisses into the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go,” he breathes out, pulling you after him into the dressing room.

He doesn’t mess around too long, you’re out the door in about thirty minutes, heading back to the hotel. Harry’s hand never leaves you, he is either holding your hand or squeezing your thigh, waist, he is obviously in a good mindset, maybe even feeling sentimental a little. It’s the perfect opportunity to bring up the baby talk.

When you’re finally back in your room, hidden away from everyone and everything, you’re just about to bring it up, but he beats you.

“Did you see the gender reveal?” he asks with bright eyes as he moves around the room, plugging his charger into his phone, setting it down to his night stand.

“Yeah. A little girl!” you chuckle. This could be a great moment to tell him what you’ve been thinking about, but you notice that he has something else to say, so you wait for him patiently.

He grabs your hand and pulls you until you both are sitting on the edge of the bed. Licking his lips he takes a deep breath before looking into your eyes and you’re holding your breath again, just like earlier.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. And just know that if you want to wait longer it’s totally fine, I just wanted to put it out there. This gender reveal just made me so emotional and… and I think this might be a good time to start it… but if—“

“Harry, I want to try for a baby,” you blurt out, cutting his rambling off. His mouth hangs open as he stares back at you, slowly, you see his eyes watering and before you could get out another word, he throws himself at you, hugging you so tight he almost crushes you.

You both start laughing, tears are flowing and you end up lying on the bed, tangled together, just enjoying this moment when you decided to start a family. Though you already think of him as your family.

“So we’re gonna have a baby?” he whispers after long minutes of just lying in each other’s arms, staring at one another with stupidly wide grins on your face.

“Well, we gotta make one first,” you giggle and Harry kisses your face all over in excitement.

“Oh, I’m good at that. Practiced a lot,” he cockily answers, making you laugh.

“Did you?”

“Mhm, want me to show it to you?” his smirk grows as he rolls on top of you, his hips settling between your legs.

“Wouldn’t pass on the chance,” you breathe out, pulling him down to kiss you finally.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

[mushroomlupin]

A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: sirius and reader have a date night scheduled, though things take a turn when reader gets her period and is too scared to tell sirius

Requested: yes or no (please feel free to send in some requests!)

Warnings: sexual situations, mentioning of oral sex, menstruation, brief mention of period sex but blink and you'll miss it

Word Count: 1,371

Masterlist & A03

You weren't sure why getting your period was such a big deal. You figured that everyone with a vagina experienced monthly periods–and this specific kind of people made up half of Hogwarts. So, what was the big deal exactly?

Well, there was that one time in third year when Gwynivere Haywood asked Professor Flitwick to go to the lavatory and whilst exiting the classroom, her tampon fell out of her hand. All of the boys began laughing and muttering a chorus of "ew"'s and "that's so gross". And there was that other time in fourth year when Mary Maconald got her period on the Hogwarts Express and a 7th year had to use a cleaning spell to get the stain out of the seat. People called her Bloody Mary all year.

Alas, you were absolutely horrified when you found out that you'd have your period for you and your boyfriend's date night.

And your boyfriend was none other than Sirius Black.

He was notorious for being a womanizer at Hogwarts, but the both of you had been taking your relationship slowly. It'd been five months and you had yet to have sex–though this didn't exclude other stuff. When the two of you scheduled a specific date night, this meant that one of you had an empty dorm for the night. And on these said date nights, the two of you would be having oral sex. This made things exciting, and something he managed to remind you of throughout the week, making your cheeks redden in front of your friends.

He'd bend down to your ear at breakfast: "Mmm, can't stop thinkin' 'bout the taste of you. Can't wait for tomorrow night," and walk away as if those dirty words had never escaped his mouth.

You'd been giddy about it all week, crossing your legs at the thought of his mouth against your sex. Throughout the school days, you could feel his eyes undressing you, observing your bottom every time you stood up and when you walked. Sometimes, he would pinch your bottom or give it a light smack just to make you squeal. "'M sorry, couldn't help it, babe." Your face would turn as red as a tomato.

The afternoon before the big day, the two of you had been watching James and Peter play wizard's chess. His hand rested innocently on your knee for a moment, before traveling up your thigh. You couldn't help but insistently open your legs for him. He chuckled, removing his hand from your flesh. "Not today, love, remember? Gotta wait until tomorrow night."

You'd been tossing and turning all night, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. And when you awoke, you froze at the red stain that'd bled through to your pajama pants.

"Bloody hell," you muttered aloud.

"Literally," one of your roommates joked.

You face-palmed, unsure of what the hell you'd tell Sirius.

You decided to skip breakfast, you didn't have an appetite anyway. In potions, you felt Lily Evans tap on your shoulder.

"James says that Sirius didn't see you at breakfast and he was worried that you were ill or something," she whispered. "Is everything alright?"

You nodded quickly before returning your attention to Professor Slughorn. You heart was hammering in your chest now. Fan-fucking-tastic. How does one explain to their partner that they can't attend to the plans you'd been making for weeks, because you got your period? You swiftly left class as soon as Slughorn dismissed you all, attempting to avoid any further interrogation from Lily.

Once dinner came, you made an appearance, sitting as far away from your boyfriend's view as possible. You stuffed your face with as much food as possible, your stomach aching from not eating all day. And when you felt as though your skirt couldn't possibly be any tighter against your stomach, you returned to your common room.

You headed up to your room, sat in the empty dorm on your bed, and opened up a book in your lap. You waited for his secret knock.

Knock. Pause. Knock knock. Pause. Knock. Pause. Knock.

Your pulse quickening, you closed the book and walked to the door. You opened it slowly, revealing your boyfriend with a soft expression on his face.

"Hey," he greeted.

Usually, he would have pounced on you already and kicked the door shut behind you two.

"Hi."

He looked around the dorm, as if he'd never been in there before. "May I come in?"

You nodded, standing aside as he entered the room.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, patting the space next to him. You took it nervously. Once you'd sat down next to him, your gaze rested on the floor. You had no idea how to tell him and what his reaction would be. Would he be upset? Would he leave?

You felt his finger brush against the bottom of your temple, gently pushing strands of hair back behind your ear. You blushed, your eyes landing on his blue ones.

"Hey," he whispered, his thumb going to your chin to softly caress it. "What's goin' on, hm?"

Suddenly, the waterworks unleashed.

Your hormones were at an all time high, and for some reason, they decided that now would be a good time to let it all out.

"Oh, Sirius," you sobbed, throwing your hands onto your face to conceal yourself.

He instinctively wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your back in soothing circles. He kept himself together, though he hoped you couldn't hear his heart hammering in his chest. Ignoring him all day and now crying in front of him? He was almost sure you were going to break up with him.

"I was looking forward to this night for weeks, and I'm afraid I've ruined it," you groaned, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater.

Your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows. "How could you have ruined it?"

You looked up at him, loosing a sigh as you built up the courage to explain yourself. "I got my period this morning."

The room fell silent as he cocked an eyebrow. "Is that it?"

Your stomach dropped. What?

"Well, I mean, yes but–"

"Babe, I was worried you were going to dump me!"

Your eyes widened. "Dump you?"

He shrugged. "You've been acting strange all day, and you looked so upset when I came in here," he gestured to the door. "I was prepared to get on my knees and beg you not to."

Your shoulders hunched in relief.

"Were you afraid that I'd be upset you got your period on our date night?" he questioned softly.

You weren't sure what to say. "I don't know," you began, picking at a loose thread on one of the sleeves of your sweater. "I suppose that I did expect you to be upset. It's just that when we have date nights like this, we usually...you know," you felt your cheeks redden.

He brought his hand to your cheek, turning your face to look at him.

"I would never be upset about that, Y/n. Never," he used his thumb to stroke your cheekbone. "And, we don't always have to do that stuff when we have date nights. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to do anything sexual. We can just hang out like this and you still manage to make me feel like I'm on fucking cloud nine."

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. You reached up to peck his lips, nudging your nose gently with his after. He mirrored your smile, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips.

"I guess it was all just one big misunderstanding."

"Yeah," Sirius sighed, letting go of your hand. "Oh, and if you ever wanted to try having sex on your period, just let me know; I'm not afraid of getting a little messy." He winked.

You grabbed your pillow and threw it at his head. He merely dodged it, but fell off the mattress in the process.

"You just had to ruin it."

He grinned, his hair a mess. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun, right?"

He groaned as another pillow was thrown at him.

[arrowflier]

prompt, if you have the time: ian and mickey talking about ian's bipolar in a really chill manner. like they are married and their convo after securing business made me think about how many other convos we missed 😔❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t know what it’s like to actually live with bipolar. That makes me nervous because I want to do right by it, so if I miss the mark on prompts like this, please do let me know. Also, this starts out a bit dramatic because when aren't they, but I promise they chill out.

Take Off Your Mask (don’t compensate for me)

Mickey is at the bathroom sink, getting ready to brush his teeth, when Ian comes in behind him. He watches the reflection of that messy red hair get closer as he squeezes minty toothpaste onto his brush—well, onto a brush, he’s not totally sure whose is whose at this point. Ian’s arms wrap easily around his waist, hands dipping just a little too low for common decency, and Mickey leans back into him as Ian bends to breathe against his neck.

“Mmm, again?” Mickey murmurs as Ian licks that sensitive patch of skin just behind his ear, those broad, warm palms heavy on his hips. “Didn’t I just take care of that?” he adds, pushing his hips back.

But Ian shifts so they don’t make contact, their lower halves stubbornly separated even as he plasters his chest to Mickey’s back, and Mickey knows something is wrong.

“You uh…” he starts, suppressing the sudden fluttering feeling in his chest, the one you get when you stand up too fast. He swallows. “You feelin’ good, man?”

Ian pauses behind him, and Mickey can feel him breathing. In and out, in and out, but just a touch too fast. He knows despite his efforts, the words came out cautious, came out concerned. And Ian had definitely noticed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ian tries casually, bringing sharp teeth to nibble at Mickey’s ear. “Can’t I just be turned on by my husband?”

“Yeah,” Mickey agrees, “sure you can.” He pulls away though, just enough to get Ian looking in the mirror, and meets his eyes through their reflections in the glass.

“But you’re not, though,” Mickey says, and Ian shoves away from him with a heavy sigh.

“Never mind,” he mutters, looking at the floor. He starts to leave, but Mickey’s having none of that, and sets his unused toothbrush down with a clatter to make a grab for Ian’s arm.

“Hey, wait,” he gets out before Ian is spinning on him again, pushing his hand away.

“I just wanted to do something for you,” Ian growls, leaving Mickey stunned with the sudden shift in attitude. “I know that wasn’t enough, earlier, I know I haven’t been enough. Not since they upped my fucking meds.”

“The fuck are you on about?” Mickey asks, completely mystified. “When did I say any of that?”

“Just now!” Ian bellows, and Mickey’s not having that, either.

“Yo,” he states firmly. “Knock that the fuck off.”

And Ian does. His eyes go wide at the iron in Mickey’s voice, and then he’s deflating. Like a balloon animal from the fair that you leave in your room for too long, he goes from overfilled and pressurized to a limp, wrinkled mess in no time flat.

“Sorry,” Ian manages softly. “I’ll just…” And then he’s leaving the room, leaving Mickey staring at the space where he had been, wishing he was better at all of this shit.

Mickey rubs his face with tired hands, then follows.

He finds Ian in their room, huddled on his side of the bed. The blankets are still kicked to the bottom of the mattress where they had left them, Ian’s toes tucked underneath as he sits with his knees to his chest.

Mickey sits on the edge next to him, facing him. Pokes at his leg until Ian looks up.

“Hey,” he says simply. “What’s goin’ on?”

Ian bites his lip, so Mickey reaches out and pokes that, too.

“You gotta talk to me, man,” he presses. “We’re married now, you can’t just run off on me.”

Mentioning their recent commitment is always a surefire way to get Ian smiling, and Mickey counts it as a victory when his husband’s lips can’t help but twitch upward. Ian doesn’t seem any closer to speaking, but Mickey can be patient. They have the time, now.

He doesn’t have to wait very long before Ian relaxes, letting his legs straighten on the bed and folding his hands loosely in his lap. Ian twists his wedding ring on his finger, stares at it, then reaches over and takes Mickey’s hand where it lies against the sheets.

“Been feeling off again,” he starts quietly, stroking the back of Mickey’s hand with his thumb.

Mickey raises an eyebrow, even though Ian can’t see it with his gaze fixed on the clasped hands.

“You think?” he offers dryly, and there’s that hint of a smile again.

“Yeah,” Ian admits. “I know. It’s just…” he hesitates, then pushes on. “I’m happy, you know? I am.”

Mickey nods.

“I am,” Ian repeats with emphasis, and Mickey just snorts.

“Didn’t say you weren’t, Ian, what the fuck?” He pulls his hand away and places it on Ian’s cheek, turning his face so he can look him in the eye.

“Just tell me what’s happenin’ here,” he asks. “You were fine earlier, so what got into that brain of yours to make you think somethin’ was wrong? That you had to make somethin’ up to me?”

Ian shrugs. “Don’t know,” he answers. “I never fucking know, that’s the problem." He laughs humorlessly. "And I can't even keep you from noticing."

Mickey can work with that.

“Alright,” he says casually. “Just the usual shit, then, huh?” He can see Ian’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t let him say anything, or turn away.

“Thought you might be on an upswing,” Mickey continues, “comin’ at me less than an hour after the last time and all. But that’s not it, obviously.”

Ian shakes his head, to the extent that he can with his chin in Mickey’s grasp.

“Downswing, then,” Mickey decides, and nods to himself. “You feel like shit, and that asshole brain of yours is tellin’ you you’re shit, too. Tellin’ you you’re not enough again, or that you’re too much?”

Ian doesn’t try to argue. “Not enough,” he admits, then, “maybe both,” a second later.

“Alright,” Mickey says again. Then he drops his hand from Ian’s face, straightens his back, and stares him in the eye.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mickey orders. “You’re gonna go take your meds—” he holds up a hand to stop Ian’s protest, “I know you didn’t do it yet, you moron, I was in the bathroom the whole time. So you’re gonna go take ‘em,” he repeats, “and I’m gonna call your doctor. I know they said to give it a couple weeks, but you shouldn’t be havin’ to deal with this.”

“Okay,” Ian agrees softly.

“Then,” Mickey continues, “you’re gonna get a shower and put on something clean, because I can’t make you feel better, but I can damn well make you comfortable.”

Ian sighs. “Mickey…” he starts, and Mickey think he knows what’s coming: the usual diatribe of you shouldn’t have to, this is my problem, just leave me alone.

But it never comes. Instead, Ian leans over, kisses him lightly on frowning lips.

“Thanks,” he whispers, and Mickey cracks a smile.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but he knows Ian can tell that he’s pleased. “Go take your pills, bitch.”

He moves to let Ian off the bed. Before the other man can get through the door, though, he calls out to him again.

“Ian,” he says, and waits for him to turn around with questioning eyes. “Come downstairs when you’re done, yeah? We’ll lay on the sofa, watch some shitty movies or somethin’.”

Ian smiles. “Yeah? Gonna cuddle me better, Mick?”

Mickey bites his lip, but he knows he’s grinning back. “Maybe. You got a problem with that, tough guy?”

“No,” Ian says over his shoulder as he turns and heads back to the bathroom. “Not at all.”

"And Ian?" Mickey calls out one more time before Ian can close the bathroom door.

"No more hidin' this shit, yeah?" he says. "No more puttin' on a mask for me, no more tryin' to compensate for somethin' that ain't even there."

He moves toward the bedroom door, rests a hand on the jamb.

"I'm in this, okay?" he confirms. "So let me be fuckin' in it."

Ian's back tenses, then relaxes again.

"Okay, Mick," he agrees. "Okay."

And it might not be okay right then, but it will be.

They always will be.