#this was a dropped prompt I got to pick up (yay!) that I had to finish fast for life reasons (boo) so I apologize for the funkiness

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The three judge Sun Wukongs (Prisoner of the Golden Headband, Meihouwang, and Bimawen) for @mouseofsciences and @orv-gotcha-for-gaza ! Thank you so much for donating, and your patience! This was a fun prompt and I thought the meme redraw suited it lol

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hello bunny! may i please order a millionaire shortcake with a side of mocha coffee, served by dark!lando norris for verstappen!reader after zandvoort? thank you so so much ♡♡♡

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? the bakery is open! (yay), there are tons of items from choose from and i am so thankful for everyone who has sent me things! i am currently working through some of the older prompts! so thank you to those who sent orders weeks ago, i am slowly getting through them <3

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, breeding kink, post!zandvoort gp, dirty talk/degrading language, mean!lando, doggy style, chokehold

when you saw lando sail past the finish line multiple seconds ahead of your brother, you felt your stomach drop. this was max's to win, race after race the gap between him and lando was getting smaller and smaller. but, it wasn't just your brother losing out on another world championship, it was what lando called "the icing on the cake".

he beat your brother, and afterwards he got to sink into your pussy. anything lando wanted that night, he got. and winning the dutch grand prix, your brother's home race, you could only imagine what lando had in store for you tonight.

when your gaze met lando's he winked at you and you quickly turned back to your brother. your phone buzzed in your pocket and you felt a tightness in your throat. it was going to be a long night.

if max knew what you and lando got up to in the off-hours of racing. he would probably kill lando. you've seen max get aggressive with a number of drivers, even before formula one. in fairness you carried that aggressiveness too. stubborn, assertive, bordering on mean. you had an ex-boyfriend say it was the 'lion's blood', but you proved to be too much for him. lando made you into a kitten. gone were the claws and fangs, with him you were mewling, nipping at his hands rather than chewing into flesh.

it was maybe why you kept coming back.

you stood in the mirror of lando's hotel room. you knew you should be with your family right now. but instead you ended up with the winner of the race. most would've ran by now, hidden away in the hopes that lando wouldn't sniff you out.

"he could've put me in anything, but, why this." you dropped your shoulders, "fuckin' orange." to call what lando gave you as lingerie would be a disservice to the people who carefully craft such underwear. lando put you in something a porn star would wear, barely held together with thread and lace. the icing on the cake was the temporary tattoo on your thigh close to your pussy that was of the number four. lando's number. and you knew it would be a bitch to get off in the morning.

there was a knock at the door and you said, "relax, lando." before you took one last deep breath before you turned away from the mirror and headed out of the bedroom. lando's smile dropped at the sight of you. before he could say anything you said, "why did you pick orange. i look bad in orange."

lando picked his jaw up off the floor and went to you, a slight sway to his step as he closed the gap between you two. he rested his hands on your hips while you crossed your arms. he looked at you and smiled with those dazzling teeth of his. he said, "well because of mclaren."

"right, right. and it has nothing to do with the dutch at all." you get his gaze leveled with him. and his smile only grew.

"a coincidence." he said, heat in his tone, "you're just over thinking things. you know i don't like it when you think too much." his words made you run painfully hot. you had to give lando credit, he knew exactly how to get under your skin. he loved when you were stupid, dumb enough for him.

you made a face and he pulled you in for a hot kiss, one hand on the back of your neck. you squirmed against him and clung to the front of his t-shirt. the kiss was hot. it was heated in a way that you never had with anyone else. since you met lando, fucking other men bored you. you weren't a couple, this wasn't a relationship. this was mutually assured destruction as you pulled away from him.

"i was expecting worse from you. orange lingerie and a temporary tattoo, that seems tame for you." you remarked as you played with one of the straps of the bra. you could name on one hand all of the intense situations that lando had put you in.

from sex in a car that didn't have tinted windows on a side street in italy, to the time you went to the sex club in switzerland, and especially that time you has dinner with his family while there was a vibrator slipped into your aching cunt.

he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, "as much as i love torturing you, babygirl. i thought we'd keep it close to home, close together. as much as i would've loved to fuck you with the bed hitting the wall to your brother's room, i thought this was better." he cupped your breasts.

you groaned, "enough about my brother." you were soon pulled into the bedroom. lando had enough kindness left in him to fuck you on a mattress. there had been times you were left with rug burns in places where there should never be rug burns.

you got into the king sized bed and looked at him as he started to undress. your rubbed your thighs together and braced yourself on your arms. your body was so exposed to him. you knew he was hungry for you. just like he was hungry for the prize.

"fuck." he groaned, his cock was painfully hard. the tip a deep red and leaking thick pre-cum. his face more pink than usual as he got into the bed with you and rubbed his cock up against your thigh. the kisses grew hotter as you ended up on your stomach and totally nude. you could already feel the rush of pleasure throughout your body.

"lando." you groaned, "it's not fair that you can fuck this good. you deserve to suck at sex." your back arched a little further and lando smacked your ass.

"i love when you just shut up, beautiful. you're meant to sit there be pretty. guess that's why your brother looks that way, you took all the good looks. but because of that, you need to learn to shut the fuck up." he groaned as he rubbed his achy cock up against your ass, "seen, not heard." it was all dirty talk and it made you brain spark with pleasure. he had such a grip on you, he could degrade you every way and you'd still let him fuck you.

"fuck you, lando." you groaned. you tensed up as he slammed his cock into you. not caring about takin ghis time. you needed to be fucked right now. fuck some sense into you. your little yapping mouth needed to be quiet for a while. just while lando was feeling the high of his win.

you shuddered, "fuck. lando." your hips were raised more as lando pressed more of his weight against you. his cock filled you in a painful way when he took little time to prep you. tonight was his night, he didn't have to prep you.

he hissed through a tense jaw as he fucked you with little abandon. the bed shifted under you from the force he was fucking you with. he felt something heavy in his chest, he felt the sexual pull towards you. he needed you deeply, carnally. he needed to ruin you for any other man. maybe it was a possessive drive, but it kept him coming back for you.

"if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." he choked out, he could feel the hammering in his head as he rutted against you.

"shut the fuck up." you groaned as you gripped the pillows under your face. you clawed into the fabric and groaned, "shut up, shut up, shut up!" you wanted to throw the pillow at him.

it only spurred lando on as he fucked you with heavy thrusts. he eventually grabbed you by the arms and pulled them back using it as a way to bounce you on his achy cock. you whined a little louder as he said, "maybe i should get you pregnant. finish in your tonight, make a big fuckin' mess between your legs and ship you back to your dear, older brother. then a month passes and you have to tell him that you're pregnant. he's going to lose it." he pulled you against him tighter as his cock remained buried inside of you. your cunt was nice around his cock and it made him feel amazing all over.

"shit no." you whined.

lando laughed, "oh c'mon, be my wife? how does that sound, steal you from right under you brother's nose. he'd never know what hit him." his pace became quicker and you were seeing stars. reason left your brain and your core throbbed.

you whimpered and lando continued his rapid movements. there was little space for you to breath during his thrusts. you felt your heart in your throat as he fucked the words out of your head. you whimpered and whined. your noises were music to his ears.

"lemme make you a mama, beautiful. let me get you nice and pregnant." his words curled in your brain and you were left feeling on cloud nine, "you'd raise 'em so well. be such a good mother to them." his voice grew tight as the need to finish grew.

he fucked you, letting your arms drop in favor of your hips. the soft part of you that he loved the bruise. he bullied his cock into your achy pussy. the idea of getting you pregnant made him move against you faster. he could feel the race in his pulse as he fucked you. you with all the aches and pains of pregnancy, carrying his child. he only turned him on greatly. make you his.

you came first, your body betrayed you. you arched your back and near-yelled into the pillows. you hissed, "fuck!" lando continued his brutal pace. he fucked you with a fever that made your eyes roll back a little. there was no escaping lando norris.

"that's it, angel. that's it." he said with near-softness as he rocked his hips against you. he fucked you and then he finished inside of you, even tilted your hips at an angle that made sure it would stay inside of you. you whined a little as he pulled out. he gave your ass one last slap. you were near brain dead on the bed and your breathing was heavy. lando watched you, laid beside you with his hand on your left ass cheek. when you eventually fell asleep, you were curled up on your side and didn't notice when lando shifted in the bed and got out. if his phone wasn't on silent you would've hear the shudder of the camera on his phone.

he sent a photo of your face pressed against the pillows, he wasn't sending your nudes to your brother (your brother's teammate on the other hand). he sent the message to max, "better luck next time, mate. will bring her back before breakfast ;)" <3

[backtothefanfiction]

Well this is awkward

Warnings: none, maybe a little cringe behaviour from Oliver, fluff

A/N- just an idea that came to me after a dialogue prompt I saw on Pinterest. This is just a quick one before I sleep.

It was hot. Too hot. You couldn’t understand how everyone was so content just out lying in the sun like this, especially when you knew they had to be just as hungover as you were. That’s why you had decided to excuse yourself and take a siesta.

You’d closed the shutters in Felix’s room but left the windows open in hopes that even the slightest breeze would help circulate the heat within the room just enough to give you respite and allow you to sleep. Alone in the room you hadn’t thought twice about stripping off your clothes and slipping naked between the cool white cotton sheets on Felix’s bed, burying your head into his pillow, allowing it to comfort you as you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke an hour later your headache was gone. When you looked to the bedside table you realised a glass of water and a note had been left for you. “Drink up pretty flower then come find us in the library.” Your boyfriend’s sweetness and care for others never failed to make you smile.

Dreamily you rose from the bed grabbing the closest clothes on the floor. You slipped on your denim shorts, but instead of putting your own top back on, you reached for a button up left lying on the floor. It was a little bit too big for you and you did the buttons up messily, but it was just what you needed, light and airy and enough room between the fabric and your skin to not feel like you were suffocating in the persistent heat.

You padded down to the library bare foot. The door was propped open slightly but you didn’t need to see to know who was in there, Venetia’s giggly cackle drowning out the three boys lower chuckles.

“There she is.” Felix cooed as you made your way into the room, moving across the carpet to flop into a small spot on the sofa beside him.

“Yay, finally, Daisy’s here!” Venetia sighed thankfully in a tone that implied that the boys had been ganging up on her and she was grateful for the girl power.

“Hey.” Felix said with a small smile, wrapping his arm around the backs of your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed against yours tenderly before he pulled away to look at you again.

“Hey.” You said back with a breathy smile.

Your eyes followed his as he trailed them down your body, his eyes slowly furrowing. His fingers began to toy with the collar of the shirt as he questioned, “whose shirt is this?”

“I thought it was yours.” You replied.

“No.” Felix said with a frown.

“Umm, it mine.” Ollie slowly said from the other side of the room, hand raised.

“Well this is awkward.” Farleigh said nibbling on his lip trying to feign ignorance to the fire bubbling in his veins over the hint of potential drama; as you and Felix slowly looked to the new comer of the group.

“I picked it up off your floor.” You said, head turning to Felix confused. “Fix?”

“I don’t know.” Felix quickly replied to your implied question before formally asking it to Oliver. “Ollie, why was your shirt on the floor in my room?”

Oliver shuffled on the floor uncomfortably before he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” He said timidly, “maybe the maid dropped it while collecting stuff and passing through your room.” Everyone knew he was making excuses and looking to pin it on the help, but no one tried to challenge him on it. “It looks good on you though.” He quickly said.

You had no doubt he said it to reassure you, but it only made your skin crawl. You looked to the clock in the room, you had slept so long it was nearing time to get ready for dinner anyway. “I’m just gonna go and have a shower and get ready for dinner anyway.” You say quietly to the room, to no one in particular but more so towards Felix.

“Yeah, okay.” Felix said quietly as you got up off the sofa. “Uh, do you want me to join you.” He said quietly as he sat forward on the sofa cushions, hands rubbing at his thighs.

You made a point of looking towards Oliver, a look of jealousy flashing like lightning across his face before he met your eyes and schooled his gaze again, as you pointedly said to Felix, “That would be lovely.”

The moment you’d gone back into the safety of Felix’s room you stripped yourself of the shirt again, your boyfriend laughing as you opened the door of the adjoining bathroom on Oliver’s side, dramatically throwing it down the hallway.

“Uhh, get me in the shower.” You said as you turned back to Felix, a mischievous look on his face as he obliged. He turned on the water before picking you up with a squeal and dumping you in the shower, still half clothed.

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Feel - Bang Chan (NSFW)

A/N: This was requested ages ago and I am so sorry at how long its taken!

Trigger warning: Mental health, depression, anatomically female reader

Your roommate Chan walked into the living room to find you sat on the sofa picking at your lips. As he sat beside you, he gently swiped at your hand, knocking it away.

"Stop doing that, you'll hurt yourself."

"Yay, a feeling," you replied, dryly.

Chan's brow furrowed as he looked back at you, only to find you now chewing at your bottom lip instead.

"Hey," he scolded, "Stop." He squeezed your cheeks forcing you into a pout so you would stop gnawing at yourself. "What did that mean?"

"What?"

"The sarcastic comment about feeling," he prompted, releasing your face.

You let out a sigh. "You know me well enough to know that my mental health isn't great right now," you started to explain. "I've just got to a point where... It's as if emotions are too much effort. I don't have the energy to feel anything so I just don't. I'm kind of numb."

"That doesn't mean you can hurt yourself so that you can feel something," he continued to tell you off.

"Well, it would be great to feel something. I'm so done with this void of nothingness."

There was a pause then as he looked you up and down, clearly thinking something over in his head.

"It doesn't have to be a bad feeling," Chan then said, not quite looking you in the eye.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

He looked down as his hand ventured onto your thigh and he squeezed lightly. "I'm sure I could make you feel good."

"That's confident," you commented, even though his tone was anything but.

"Do you want me to help?" he asked, sounding almost timid.

You swallowed and fidgeted slightly as you considered his words, but really you wanted to see where this would go. In fact, your libido had been as non-existent as your emotions recently, so you were just impressed that you were seriously thinking about this. You nodded your head, "Yes, please."

Chan's hand ran further up your leg as he kept his eyes on your face, making sure you were still comfortable. While you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze, he knew that was nothing to worry about and eye contact was something that you often avoided especially when your mood dropped like this.

He began to run his hand along your clothed core, allowing you both a chance to get used to this new level of intimacy. You couldn't be sure that it wasn't just your currently muted emotion, but this didn't feel as weird as you expected. Subconsciously, you began to bite your lip again.

"Stop it!" Chan reacted immediately.

"Make me," you retorted almost as quickly.

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively, and your expression didn't falter, your lip once again caught between your teeth. He leant in and captured you lips with his. As he'd hoped, you stopped your previous action in order to kiss him back. For a moment you grabbed on to the shoulder of his shirt, holding him in place as both your lips and his hand continued in their actions for a moment.

Once you had both fully started to relax into the moment, Chan pulled away from your lips and slid from the sofa to his knees in front of you. Hooking his fingers in your waistband, he looked up to you for permission. When you gave a nod and raised your hips, he swiftly pulled off your bottoms and underwear and crawled between your legs.

As he drew closer you sat further back in the chair.

"I can't reach you from there, princess," he commented, but made no effort to move you closer again.

"Yeah... I just..." you stuttered actually starting to feel a bit self-conscious.

"It's ok," he told you, rubbing your thighs soothingly. "You can stop me. I just want you to feel good, not uncomfortable."

"It's just weird, that its you seeing my.. seeing me... like this."

He shrugged. "It's different, but I don't care what you look like, that's not why I'm down here."

Feeling reassured by his words, you started to move back towards the edge of the chair. When you were where he wanted you, he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs and leant in to lick you once, taking his time. Breaking away to look up at you, he noticed your head was resting back against the sofa showing no signs of wanting to stop him, so he continued.

As he continued to stimulate your core, it was almost as if your nerves were slowly coming back to life. You just focused on the feeling of Chan's tongue as it explored you. Even though there was now a sensation flowing through you, it still felt muted, it wasn't quite enough.

"Chan," you breathed out.

He pulled back immediately and waited for you to tell him what you needed to say.

"Can you use your fingers too?" you asked, unable to meet his gaze. "I need more."

You missed the smile on his face before he continued, now using his fingers to toy with the parts of you his tongue was neglecting. Eventually, he settled with his mouth over your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. You let out a gasp as you felt your high suddenly approaching. His tongue was now working over the perfect, most sensitive spot it could, and you fought the urge to clamp your thighs around his head.

With your breathing becoming quicker and shallower, Chan knew you were nearing the end. His movements intensified, working quickly to push you over the edge. You felt pleasure tingling out across your body as your muscles started to tense. Your eyes screwed up tight as you let out a long, drawn-out moan, an orgasm washing over you.

As Chan slowly came to a stop, and pulled away, he noticed you were shaking slightly. He carefully reclothed your bottom half before sitting next to you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Feeling something yet?" he asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"Thank you," was all you could think to reply. "I should return the favour," you added, sitting back to look at him.

"I just wanted you to feel better, as long as you do, I'm happy."

You couldn't quite believe the selflessness of the man sat beside you.

"That doesn't seem fair," you protested.

"You can sort me out next time."

"Next time?" you questioned, your eyebrows raising.

He simply grinned at you. "Unless you don't want to."

You couldn't stop the chuckle that you let out. He was right, you certainly wouldn't mind doing that again. In fact, you were starting to see your roommate in a whole new light, but that was a discussion for another time. For now, you were satisfied with curling up in his embrace.

"I'll be sure to come to you next time I need to feel something," you assured him.

NAVIGATION |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[hellfirenacht]

Isekai Chronicles START

A/N: Welcome to my new experimental fic series! This is where you should start for context.

I don’t have it in me to write the 100k slow burn fic of my dreams, so I thought I’d try something new. I’m going to write the first chapter and everything else will be non-liner, episodic story telling based on YOUR prompts! Rule will be at the bottom of the chapter!

Summery: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix. Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree, monkey’s paw author.

We begin.

Master List

August 5th. 

By the time you get home from your job, it’s pretty late. Work had been busy, to the point that your break had been pushed back so far that your supervisor just told you to go home thirty minutes early. You were pretty sure that wasn’t exactly legal but you weren’t going to complain about being able to go home. Lucky for you, it was payday which gave you an excuse to grab yourself some food on the way home. As if you wanted to cook after such a long day anyway. 

You fumble with your keys and make it inside, kicking off your shoes and making your way to your room where you planned on having a very relaxing evening watching mindless tv while having dinner before going to bed.

Alright fine, you were going to have the tv on but you were probably going to be staring at your phone the whole time while the tv provided some background noise. 

You pulled your wallet and keys out of your purse and dropped them in the backpack next to your bed. Tomorrow you were meeting with some friends and you’d need the backpack more than your purse. You plugged in your phone and started flipping through channels on your tv to find something to not pay attention to while you ate. 

Pulling YouTube up, you looked through your recommendations, seeing an eclectic mixture of D&D related content, 6 hour video essays about shows that you’d never watch, and the occasional clip compilation from different shows. 

STEVE HARRINGTON BEING A SINGLE DAD FOR 6 MINUTES 

You laughed to yourself, and scrolled past it to watch some random video essay. 

It was 1:58 when you finally decided that you needed to go to sleep. You forced yourself out of bed to pick up your trash and take it to the kitchen. The tile was cold on your feet, far colder than it should be. Actually, for being the middle of summer, it was freezing here now. It felt like the temperature was dropping rapidly. 

You made your way to the thermostat, but it read normal to you. You really hoped that you wouldn’t have to call the a/c repair guy. That wasn’t exactly something that you could afford right now. Then again, it couldn’t be worse than the power bill you’d get if it kept up the cold.

Grabbing a hoodie from the laundry, you make your way back to your room. It was too late to call anyone to fix whatever was going on with the unit, so you’d have to call first thing in the morning. Yay. 

As you cross the threshold to your room, your stomach drops. When you go to set your foot down, it felt as though you missed a stair. The room spins, and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the last time you were on a roller coaster. Your head feels light and everything around you spins faster and faster until you're on your knees, trying to hold in your dinner. The chill in the air was now almost a relief as you felt yourself burning up. If you got food poisoning from that fast food place you were going to be so pissed. 

Just breathe. Just relax. It'll be okay.

You don’t even realize that your eyes are closed until you open them. It was dark in your room now and quiet. Too quiet. Had the power gone out? The tv was off, as well as the lamp that you had next to your bed. You stood up with shaky legs, the nausea slowly subsiding. You picked up your phone to check and see if there were any blackouts in the area, but your phone didn’t light up when you pressed the home button. You frown and try holding it down for 10 seconds to try and hard-start it, but nothing. It remained off, reflecting your worried face on the black screen. 

That’s when you noticed the vines. 

Creeping along the edge of your desk, snaking their way around the bedroom were long vines that tangled around your room. For a moment you were completely frozen, only your eyes daring to move along the strange plants. What the hell was happening?

As a child, you were prone to nightmares and sleep paralysis, and you were holding your breath, hoping desperately that this was the same as when you were so small. You had learned how to snap yourself out of it most times, and you focused all of your energy into clenching your hand into a fist over and over and over again. If this was sleep paralysis, this would have alerted your body enough to snap out of the dream state and wake up. Nothing happened.

You back up towards the window, convincing yourself that this was a bad dream. You'd fallen asleep and now you were having some sort of lucid nightmare. Alright, if this was a dream, you'd have to follow dream logic.

You grabbed your backpack, an old beat up thing that hadn't held school books in years. Now it was where you kept your role playing books for your weekly meetings with your friends. There was no reason to grab it other than this was a dream, and things don't make sense in dreams anyway.

Lucid dreams could be fun when they weren’t terrifying. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d had a dream where you were fully aware that you were in a dream. Though even in those dreams you weren’t fully there. There was a foggy feeling in your brain and in your limbs, that had to mean this was a dream. You wished briefly that there was someone here with you to share this with, some dream person to bounce ideas off of. 

It was the loneliness of this dream-scape that made everything feel wrong. 

You make your way out of the room again, it was just as dark and quiet in the rest of your home as well. Everything was covered in these weird vines, and you shuddered. You could see your breath now, and you rubbed your arms to get some sort of friction and heat. You make your way to your front door, reaching for the knob-

BANG

The door shook with the force of whatever was on the other side. You screamed and backed away, stumbling backwards over a vine that now wrapped around your ankle. It tightened around you, and you thrashed trying to get it off. 

There was another BANG on the door, louder and harder. A piercing sound echoed through your home. Whatever was out there was strong, and loud, and did not sound human. You needed to wake up NOW. 

There was a pair of scissors on the table behind you. If you could just grab them then you could cut this stupid vine off of you. Another vine shot out, grabbing your leg this time and you thrashed harder, reaching for the leg of the table and gripping it for dear life. You shook the table as more vines started for you, until the scissors fell next to you. 

With a desperate amount of force you stabbed through a vine. Of course these were the shitty scissors, ones that you had been meaning to replace for weeks now. Your arm was sore as you hacked at the vines, the slamming of the door getting harder and closer to breaking through. 

One good kick later and you were scrambling back towards your room, needing to find an out. You slammed the door behind you and locked it, as the sound of your front door broke open. Panic flooded your veins, any lucidity from this dream vanished in an instant and all you cared about was getting away from whatever the fuck was now inside your home. 

You rushed to the window, which opened surprisingly easily. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you looked down. The fall didn’t look like it would kill you, but it did look like it could hurt like hell. But it was better to be able to get away limping than dying by a spooky vine monster. One good jump should lurch your brain awake enough to sit up and shake off whatever the hell this was. You looked down at the ground, adjusting the backpack and taking a deep breath.

Maybe you'd actually be able to fly if you were lucky. You never were that lucky though. In dreams, the best you could ever do was doggy paddle through the air for a few seconds. 

You  pushed yourself forward and found yourself tumbling to the ground. Your stomach lurched again, dropping as you fell forward. You tried to aim for the bushes to break your fall, but they never came. That feeling of being upside down washed over you again, and you fell with a hard thud on... concrete?

You groaned and sat up, the world had changed again to... you assumed normal? No, you had to still be dreaming as you  found yourself in the middle of a street. It was dark, save for the lamp posts lighting the street. You took a few deep breaths, your head was still spinning and your stomach was protesting hard at what just happened. You took a few deep gasping breaths, begging yourself to not puke everywhere. You felt clammy, shaky, and now warm again. It was warm again. 

There was an ache in your shoulder where you had landed on a hard concrete sidewalk. The backpack didn't help, and you slid it onto just one side of your body. You close your eyes and stretch it out. At least it didn't feel broken. That was a good sign.

"Holy shit." there was a voice from behind you, and you swung around to see two boys there.

One was... awkward looking. All gangly limbs and skinny with shaggy dark hair. He didn't look older than fourteen, in that awkward height where he wasn't quite taller than you but gave the impression he was just one growth spurt away from shooting up like a beanstalk- or maybe he was already in the middle of it?

The second boy looked more proportional. He was shorter than his presumed friend with curly hair and slightly darker skin. They were both looking at you like you were a fucking alien or something.

You might as well have been, considering that they had just seen you fall out of the sky, from a portal that absolutely had no business opening and shutting as quickly as it did. A portal, you'd come to realize, they knew about all too well.

You look at them, and they stare at you slack jawed.

"Shit." the shorter one says.

"Yeah. Shit." Agrees his friend.

"...Shit?" you echo back to them and that seems to snap them out of their trance as they start towards you.

"Did you just come from the Upside Down?" demands the taller one as they approach you.

"The what?" You stare blankly at them.

"The place with the vines everywhere!" the shorter one explains. "Looks like this place but darker and worse off? Crawling with demodogs possibly? Particles in the air?"

Particles? Had there been particles? You couldn’t remember, but you did know the vines. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of the fog of whatever this dream had turned into. Had you snapped your brain out of one dream to be pulled back into another? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened either. Everything just felt so cloudy still in your mind.

You made a move to stand up, but your legs refused. Looking down you could see the indents of where the vines had dug into your skin. This was all too confusing. Who were these kids and how the hell did they know about your nightmare? And where even were you??

"How di-" you froze as the two boys stepped into the spotlight of the nearest lamp post.  

There's a funny feeling that happens when you're in a dream. Things make sense, except they don't. You blindly accept things that aren't possible. You could swear you have physical sensation, but everything feels the same. A 'clear fog' would be the best way to describe it, if you had to put it into words. Reality and fiction, a world of your own making based on the world you lived in. Nothing is real, but everything was real somewhere else. You can be in five places at once because your mind pulls the fabric of your memories together to form a seamless transition of all of the space and time you've ever inhabited.

When Dustin Henderson steps into the light, that feeling snaps and you're awake. Any traces of sleep and dream disappear and you had the same feeling you would get after waking up from a nightmare. Your heart starts racing in overtime, you feel clammy all over. Your shoulder hurts, and your mind feels sharp and panicked.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, digging your nails into your palm and feeling the sharp pain in your skin. Real. You are awake now.

Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson were standing right in front of you. You knew their names and faces- you'd watch them grow up over the years but now they were in front of you.

You were awake but they were standing in front of you, existing.

You hadn't even thought about Stranger Things since the season finale last summer.

"Hello?" Dustin waved his hand in front of you. "Come on, dude. We're not the bad guys!"

As if two high-schoolers could be. Then again, you had been in high school once.

"The Upside Down." you said. You could feel the slight vibration of your throat as you forced the words out of you. Your tongue moved in your mouth, saying each syllable carefully. Real. Your words were real. "Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?!"

Your question caught them both a little off guard. This time it was Mike (Mike!) who spoke up. "You're in Hawkins, Indiana. Did you come from a lab too?"

A lab? That was laughable. You have never been anywhere near Indiana before let alone a lab, unless you counted science classes.

"I... am absolutely not from around here." you said. "I have no idea where I am-"

"Hawkins," repeated Mike, missing the point.

"-Or how I got here."

"Portal from the Upside Down?" offered Dustin.

You dropped your backpack now. It felt too heavy, and your shoulder was still sore from the impact.

"Do you know what your name is?" Mike asked.

That was an easy question. You were able to at least give them your name.

While you were spiraling and trying to decide on what to do next, Dustin walked over to your bag, which had spilled on the ground. Well, spilling was a generous word. You hadn't zipped it up properly as the zipper had a bad habit of getting stuck so when you dropped it, the books inside had slid out partially.

"Player's Handbook?" Dustin asked, picking it up. "This isn't what this is supposed to look like"

"Fifth edition." the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Fifth edition, fuck they were no where near that in ninetheen-eighty-something. Were they on the second edition? Second edition came out in 1989- shit.

Mike grabbed your backpack before you could stop him. These teens were awfully grabby for having just seen you appear out of thin air.

"Dude" you said as they pulled out your heavy D&D books, looking at them in awe. The hardcover books rarely left your bag as you had your own table to play with every week. Well, every other week. Sometimes, maybe once a month? Scheduling was hard with a group.

Would your friends even notice you were gone? Could they notice you were gone?

Mike was thumbing through the Dungeon Masters guide, with wide eyes. "Where did you even get something like this?"

Well, you might as well rip off the bandaid.

"Hey, what year is it?" you ask, ignoring his question.

The two boys look up at you, then each other, and then at you again. There was a silent conversation happening between the two of them.

"It's August 5th, 1985" Dustin said.

"Right. Cool." you sat your ass on the concrete, suddenly feeling dizzy.

The two boys stepped away, talking to each other in harsh whispers that you could still hear.

"We need to bring them to El."

"El can't do anything, she's- she still doesn't have her powers back!"

"They fell from a portal from the Upside Down and don't know what year it is!"

"El's leaving in a week to move to California-"

"So?! We've saved the world in less time than that!"

"We don't even know if the world needs saving right now-"

"That was a PORTAL that opened and closed on its own from the Upside Down! You think that's NOT a sign of something happening?"

The two boys continued bickering as your mind raced. 1985, meaning it was somewhere between seasons 3 and 4. Early August, so no Hellfire Club, El's still here for at least a little bit- there's no mall. Not that you have any money anyway. You rack your brain, it had been so damn long since you watched the show and now you're here?

"You know I can hear you both, right? Like, you're not even trying to be quiet." You call out.

Mike and Dustin stop their discussion and turn back to you. "You're coming with us," Dustin said. "We need to know everything that happened and how you got here."

"Do I at least get to know your names?" you already knew their names, but they hadn't supplied them to you.

Introductions were shared and books were put back. You struggled to zip up your bag, knowing that it'd be a worse struggle to get them out later.

"We're going to Mike's house." Dustin explained. "We can hide you in the basement for now."

"You two are being weirdly okay with putting up a complete stranger that just appeared out of nowhere." you said.

"This happens a lot." Mike said. You laughed, yeah, you suppose for them it did.

"So, what year are YOU from?" Dustin asked.

You walked forward with the boys, feeling each heavy step as you navigate through the suburban neighborhood. At night, in the street like this, it didn't look too different from a neighborhood in your own time. The only difference being the site of a tube tv glowing through the window of one of the houses. If you ignored that, you could pretend that you were back home in-

"2023."

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RULES

-I’m not writing in a liner way, but I’m not ready to write any romance between Reader and Eddie. This is a slow burn after all! Current timeline I’m wanting to write is between August-December 1985. We will get to ‘86 later

-You can suggest reader do anything, there is no guarantee that I will pick your prompt!

-I already have the meeting planned between Eddie and Reader, that is off the table. Anything else is up for suggestion!

-Prompts must be submitted through ask, as “READER => Do something” If you know, you know.

-Reader is a weirdo, a freak, and is not shy or popular. Reader probably has really bad ADHD.

-If I need to add more rules I will, if I change rules that’s allowed because it’s my fic.

-This fic is officially named “That Time I was Transported into a Netflix Show And Joined A D&D Club” but I’ll be tagging it as “Isekai Chronicles” for simplicity

-Monkey’s paw author.

-Make it fun, everyone <3

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[ask-christopher-harrison]

★ 🄳🄴🄲🄺 🄳🅄🅃🅈 ★

(a lore drop in disguise, perhaps? maybe..-)

The ship swayed from left to right, not enough for things to topple over but enough for near by pencils and papers to gracefully fall to the floor. It was fairly late in the night, rather peaceful actually. No stress, no shouting, no hurtful pranks out of the blue. Oh, if only it could be like this all the time.

★ “Looking for some peace and quiet, hm?”

Christopher stopped mopping, turning his head to the familiar voice. It was his best friend, Benjamin. Thank god it was, or he might’ve been soaking wet from his own mop bucket.

★ “I guess you could say that.”

he replies, continuing his late night duties. God, he was such a workaholic. I guess maybe thats why he's treated unfairly. He was seen as weak, and with skills of a house wife. Which was fair, and he wasn't gonna deny that it wasn't true.

Benjamin sighed as Christopher once again mopped the deck.

★ "you need to take a break, Chris. I know you haven't gotten much sleep. You nearly toppled into the ocean today!… Again."

he leaned on one of the wooden poles, the most playful expression smeared on his face. Christopher rolled his eyes and smiled, mopping in the opposite direction. As he made his way over, Benjamin tripped him. causing him to almost fall. But, he swiftly twirled Christopher around. Landing him in the same spot as before. Christopher held the mop tightly, doing the cartoonish blink. You know the one.

★ "cmon, relax a little. I know where captain hid the liquor! we can play the ask game!" he hinted in mischievously manner.

As we can tell, Chris isn’t the type to hurt someone’s feelings. Even if it’s just the slight feeling of disappointment. He knew that all too well, himself.

so, naturally..

★ “s-sure! Hahaaaa…”

He laughed nervously, ending it with a small squeak of regret. God, why did have to be such a push over? Quite literally too, he might add?

With that being said, They quietly snuck to the cabin. Time to have some one-sided fun!

yay..

The Two sat near the edge of the boat, legs in between the small railings so they wouldn’t fall Off. It was Christopher’s turn to pick, so he was thinking for a moment. Before, Finally, getting a prompt. In case anyone was wondering, the Ask game was basically never have I ever. Except instead of putting fingers down, you take a drink of your alcohol.

★ “never have i, mhm..threw rocks at someone I hated”

He giggled a bit. If he was being honest, he was joking about this one. But to his surprise, Benjamin sighed and took a sip of his liquor.

Christopher gasps, dropping his jaw.

★ “NO WAY. REALLY?”

Benjamin smiled, looking a bit embarrassed.

★ “ha. You bet. Mostly just random loots. it was pretty funny, now that I think about it.”

★ “oh my god, Your terrible!”

he playfully pushed him, both laughing. After the laughing had toned down a bit, Benjamin asked Christopher his question.

★ “never have iiii..had a crush..”

Christopher picked up his drink, ready to take a sip before-

★ “..on a man!”

His smile dropped at the sentence, feeling uneasy as he placed his drink back down.

Benjamin giggled. He leaned on Christopher’s shoulder, clearly drunk out of his mind. Oh boy, was he gonna be hung over in the morning..

★ “alright, I think it’s best we pack it in Benny.”

He sighed, patting Benjamin on the back. Benjamin made a weird noise. Like, a pathetic drunk man noise. Bro was a pathetic wet cat…

He stands up, grabbing Benjamin’s arms. He struggled to drag him, pulling with all his might. He thought about what his friend had asked. ‘Liking a man…liking a man..?’ He thought to himself, now sweating a bit. Poor guy was cursed with arms that resembled tree branches. as they finally got to the sleeping room, Christopher place Benjamin gently on his bed, panting. After his breathed normalized, Christopher carefully lied on his own bed. His mind wandered, continuing to linger to what Benjamin had said.

why did he say that? It’s such a weird question!

of course he didn’t like a man! Let alone, anyone! He couldn’t like a man!

..c-could he?

((GOD THIS TOOK WAY LONGER TO FINISH THEN IT SHOULD HAVE.))

((But yay, more Benjamin content! :D))

((might make more for Christopher, but at the moment I’m tired so it won’t be anything super soon..heh.))

((also..@schnozzlebozzle !! Twas I, i was the anon all along!!! Mwhahaha…))

[saanphoenix]

Okay, y'all need to understand how dumb I am.

So, I got the quest from the myconids to kill the duergar. But I got a little confused. Like, "Which ones?" So I go to the beach and remember I can go across to the area with the gnomes and duergar and drow. And I, having forgotten what boots they're talking about, I'm like, "I got the boots." So I go across the lake to go hand this person some boots, knowing damn good and well I'm not going to give them the boots. In fact, I think I'm wearing them. Anyway, I do some shit, find a room full of hellboars, Astarion dies horrifically because I found said room when walking around as only him and everybody else was halfway across the map, reload about 10 mins, find Nere.

I have explosives, because I found...windmill gnome guy's backpack. Get Nere out. Kill him with the help of the rebellion duergar. And I know I'm supposed to take his head for some reason, because the guide I had to use to show me where the fuck Nere was said I needed it. ...Only I had no prompt to take his head or nothing.

So, in my INFINITE WISDOM, I pick up his corpse. All 100+ lbs of it. Saan is encumbered. I gotta walk everywhere. But I need this man's head and I ain't walking all the way back here to get it once I figure out how to take it.

Further Googling reveals that I was supposed to have killed the duergar at the beach, so I long rest with Nere's corpse, teleport to the beach, drop Nere's corpse at my feet, kill those guys, pick his corpse back up, teleport to the myconids, tell them the news, guy wants Nere's head, I plop Nere's corpse back on the ground, and NOW I can take his head. Which I give to the Soverign and, yay, I did it!

...And now his headless corpse is just chillin' in their town square. I overachieved. Gave them the whole ass drow.

[baka-monarch]

Hi there :D!! Good morning hehe, hope you had a good sleep!!

Since I sent the evidence yesterday and forgot to send a writing prompt lol, could I perhaps request your favorite discduo moment from any AU that is your favorite?? It can be from something you've talked before or something that you've been planning perhaps. Love your writing and ideas so so much!!

When Dream agreed to babysit for the god of death he wasn't expecting her kid to be a giant. Of course he knows gods are pretty big, but they can change their size plus she's married to a mortal! Of course he'd think the adorable little kid Phil and Techno were always talking about was actually little and small, a toddler he could pick up and easily carry out of danger's path.

He was very very wrong.

As Dream was shaken around in the first of a young child he regretted agreeing to babysit this kid alone, and started to wonder how Techno and Wilbur were ever able to handle him. Tommy was a rowdy child that never seemed to stop moving and didn't know the definition of danger, something Dream learned quickly when he first got there.

He'd been dropped off by Mumza in a temporary home that he'd been told Tommy was being raised in, just set down on the floor, given a few instructions before his friends said bye and left. Then it was up to him to find the child, which didn't take long. Within the first minute of being alone in the massive house Tommy had run around and almost stepped on Dream ten different times until he was able to catch his bearings enough to call out to the kid and get their attention.

Which might've been a mistake, since as soon as he was spotted Dream was snatched up in a tight fist and taken with the kid on a run around the house. He felt sick by now from all the moving and anxiety this child was causing but there wasn't much he could do. What could a mortal do against a giant half god toddler that never seemed to tire?

At least he eventually got some relief when Tommy found his room and dragged Dream inside, setting him down and pulling over a box of "toys".

"Let's play cowboys!" The child said while Dream sat on the floor, trying not to get sick and become not dizzy. He watched with his foggy sight as Tommy pulled real horses and cows out of his box (which was a little concerning). "You can be the bandit who's steal'n the cows!" Dream's nausea returned tenfold as he was picked up and dropped onto a cow. "And I'll be the hero who gets 'em back!" Tommy gently held one of the horses and Dream felt envious with how careful Tommy was being with it. "Okay?"

"I uhm-" Dream looked up into Tommy's blue eyes, "O- okay?" The game seemed innocent enough, but after Dream's first introduction to Tommy he was a little bit scared about what this could entail.

"Yay! Now go hide the cows!" Tommy gently put the other cows next to Dream then covered his eyes and started counting. Dream frowned, glancing at all the cows, having no idea how he was supposed to even move them.

"Uuuuhhhh, c'mon cows?" As he said that the cows got closer to him, a couple even starting to chew on his shirt. "Okay- okay that's weird-" He whispered to himself, but he reminded himself he was in the realm of godly beings here, things might work differently than he's used to. So for now Dream shrugged it off and started looking for a hiding place with a group of cows following him. Eventually he ended up under a large dresser, looking out into the bedroom and waiting.

"Okay!" Tommy shouted out, "Ready or not here I come!" The kid laughed and started looking around for Dream and the cows. Dream just watched, sitting down and breathing; taking this moment to calm down after everything and hopefully think of a way to actually babysit.

[pallasj]

Me (inconsistently) jotting down my thoughts as I play through DATV (Act 1)

Spoilers under cut

(Here's my Rook: Ashara Laidir, LoF elf mage)

-Huh, did I miss something? I'm kinda surprised that the Dalish are kinda chill (or at least I was expecting more outbursts of surprise) with the fact that their elven gods were evil. Unless it's because of the timeskip (presumably whatever knowledge the Inquisitor had from Trespasser got out) or because it's the Veil Jumpers-- idk, I haven't read the novels.

-(Add: Bellara and Davrin do comment on the whole Evanuris thing)

-OH MY GOD MORRIGAN I WAS NOT EXPECTING HER THIS EARLY

-*squinting at Morrigan's Flemythal crown*

-Solas snark!

-Varric is like, Rook's uncle in spirit.

-Me picking purple options: I miss purple Hawke more and more each day.

-Oh! Maevaris Tilani!

-Dorian!!! ❤️ LOOKING GOOD!!!

-Bruh, the Treviso vs Minranthous decision is this early???

-I'M SO SORRY NEVE TREVISO IS A MERCHANT CITY IT HAS NO DEFENSES

-I got my ass kicked in that dragom fight multiple times on easy mode wtf

-I'm so curious about Solas' reaction to Rook in other dialogue branches. Like, how easy is it to get him pissed off (as compared to DAI?)

-(Paraphrasing) Solas: What will they call you when this is over?; Rook: It doesn't matter (likely, accidentally encouraging Solas like the conversation after Temple of Mythal in DAI)

-ISABELAAAAAA

-Damn, Rook is coming on strong flirting with Lucanis in coffee flavors

-Lord of Fortune Rook backstory: was a Tevinter galley slave before becoming a LoF

-INKYYY MY ELLANA LAVELLAN

-Also, I don't mind this part because I was expecting it but it's so funny that Solasmanced!Lavellan just. Divulges that Solas was her ex. Straight up. (I'm so curious about how a Solavellan + vowed to stop Solas worldstate looks like)

-Okay. So. Pacing wise, I'm pretty sure I should not have unlocked all of Solas' regrets in Act 1. I am PROCESSING THE LORE. I AM PROCESSING THE WHOLE SOLASMYTHAL SITCH.

-Will have to revisit my opinion on Mythal on a later date when I rewatch this

-Also, it's so funny that after each memory, the whole VG comes over for a Solas gossip sesh.

-Convinced the Mythal fragment in 1 try! Took 3 dialogue trees (the last one being the "Solas respects me" or smthg) but yay no dragon fight. (Also I peeked at the endings already, so "Redeem Solas" ending secured! ✌️)

-Okay so I took a break from writing down thoughts just to progress through the main story and yeah, punched the First Warden, took down a three headed archdemon, with Rook getting flung around Weisshaupt, and we're finallyyyyyy going to Act 2.

DATV thoughts so far

-the dialogue writing in the beginning makes this game look like such a "hear me out" 😭 it's a combination of telling instead of showing (a lot) in order to establish everything ASAP + quips/cliched lines + i think, making sure all the companions get their line distributions in (ahaha). Individually, it wouldn't have bothered me, but the combination made it noticeably awkward for me. I will say though, it's gets better once you do the companion quests and progress further into Act 1.

- Re: companions and Rook: I do agree the way Rook speaks with them sounds like therapy speak at times (probably bc of a combination of Rook's limited personality options + Rook speaks a lot without prompting from the dialogue wheel) but like, it doesn't bother me that much (after a while at least). It also makes Rook sound like a group leader in a school project, which they kind of are ahahaha.

- Re: companions: I don't agree that they're entirely conflictless (e.g. Taash being wary of Emmrich, Lucanis and Davrin at the end of Act 1), but if you're looking of levels of haterism like, Fenris and Anders or Jack and Miranda, or petty bickering like Alistair and Morrigan, I don't think they have that here.

- Party banter? Yeah, there's a lot!! Don't look at me bringing an all mage party just to hear all the banter!!

-Damn they're just dropping massive lore reveals into this game. It's so surreal seeing theories that I saw on Tumblr years ago being confirmed here

-The combat! It's so fun!!!! I play as a orb and dagger mage, which was squishy as fuck before I got the HP bonuses from the Evanuris statues, but once you get to like, lvl 15-20, I'm mowing down enemies! (I play on Keeper/easy mode, but the difficult part for me is dodging because Rook draws all enemy aggro)

- Me, walking around Minrathous and Treviso: So. DA2 remake when?

- Even if it's not open world, there's still so much of the map to explore. Sometimes the challenge is finding your way through one level to the next and back ahaha.

I've already played the beginning of Act 2 at this point but! Onwards!

[cogitrot]

Played Thousand Year Old Vampire for the first time. Wow! My character only made it maaaybe 150-ish years, depending on how I count the events, but considering I dropped her right at the tail end of the Neo-Assyrian Empire and turned her loose from there I can't say I'm surprised all the wars eventually caught up to her. Good job, Dwura. You had a good run.

Highlights:

The Laughing Face In the Water who turned Dwura being I imagine just an ancient as fuck shrunken and desiccated corpse who just scuttles about on its ungodly little limbs doing whatever. They know nothing but being a shit and snack time. Cue Dwura's entire life falling apart in the background.

Dwura's life becoming the yakety sax song as I promptly get several prompts in a row all checking a skill. Every single one. Barely keeping her head above water over here, is Dwura.

Cue our leading lady escaping Nineveh by crawling along the bottom of an aqueduct after being (totally accurately, to be fair) accused of killing her best friend.

Escapes into the villages of peripheral Assyria. A woman alone. Yay.

Eventually meets another vampire. Vampire tries to eat her one (1) friend and also steals the beads her mother made for her. And checks a skill. Like a SHIT.

Dwura takes in these few decades of experiences very, very calmly and makes the totally rational and reasoned decision that picking All the Fights There Ever Was And Could Possibly Be is Good Actually. Don't you just want to go apeshit.

Takes advantage of her immortality and the growing desperation of various locales caught in the middle of the increasing social instability to create a one-woman messenger/delivery service through the increasingly shitty war-torn areas. Half-heartedly pretends to be a man, but that's mostly just taking just enough steps to let people pretend they don't know what they know. Everyone needs this too much for their own various reasons to question the Many, Many Obvious Problems Here. Which is good, because Dwura cares less and less as time goes on. You want to run her down? Run her down! It's not the first time she's been chased out of town! She had six skill checks in a row one time. She's not scared of you!

Dwura, for her part, loves the work! The challenge, the travel, the interesting people, the finding of straggling survivors from the isolated fields of battle or the sacking of villages left unguarded by the troubles, the- (they are not survivors for very long.) It's not like anyone's going to notice a little less blood on the ground than there should be amirite?

It's better if she cuts them down herself, though.

Starts getting a little too into the FIGHT KILL DEATH thing over time, which is fine, but also maybe she needs to chill. Escapes scrutiny/death at one point by joining in with a group of women doing the laundry and ends up helping teach a young girl. Is immediately struck with memories of the best friend she murdered teaching her the same things when she was young. Haha.

.

She would like to return to fight-death-kill now.

That friend who almost got eaten a couple-ish decades back? Well he returns, once again being almost eaten! By Dwura this time, who let herself get a bit too hangry. He once again is not actually killed though, he's just a vampire now. Oops.

And we will never know where that was going to go, because then Dwura landed on a prompt that specifies her need to escape the increasing presence of the war (like that hasn't been her entire life), but she has no skills left unchecked and no more resources. So it finally gets her. I imagine she has no regrets, though.

[holdmytesseract]

Almost too Late

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: "okay, i've got a humourous one for you;

#48: “Where the hell have you been?”

#60: “AHHHHHHHHHH!" 

#64: “Here he/she is.”

so, maybe Tom almost misses the birth of his child, and Reader gives him absolutely chaos for it? 😂

love you, babe. 💗" - Requested by my wonderful friend @youlightmeupfinn from this prompt list! :)

Summary: You went into labour with Baby No. 2. This wouldn't be a big problem, if your husband Tom wasn't somewhere in Atlanta, on a boys night out - and you just can't reach him. Is Tom going to miss the birth of his second child?

Warnings: Pregnancy, labour, quite a few swear words and a lot of fluff!

Word Count: 2,3k

a/n: I am back, yay! :) Sorry guys, life had been utterly busy in the last few weeks... This request waited a looong time in my inbox to be written and now I finally made it to sit down and write this. Surprise, @youlightmeupfinn ! 🧡 This takes place in the same universe like this fic does, so I guess this one is kinda a part two? Anyway, I hope you like this one shot as much as I do! 🧡 All mistakes are my own!

Voicemail. Again. I hung up, groaning and cursing under my breath. "Oh, you are fucking kidding me now... Why isn't he picking up?!" I hissed, on the verge of throwing my mobile against the wall of our bedroom. I tried to reach my dear husband for hours. Tom just wanted to have a - what did they call it? A 'Marvel Mens Night Out'? Yeah, something along that. He wanted to have a night out with a few of his mates. Ben, Chris H., Chris E., Sebastian and Tom. Of course, I didn't say Tom shouldn't go. I was more than okay with it, since we were in Atlanta, Georgia for the last three months anyway. Why? Tom needed to fly to Atlanta to film the first season of 'Loki' - and me and Mia just went with him, since it was the city I came from. My parents still lived here, so we kind of combined work and holiday. After reassuring Tom a thousand times that I was going to be fine without him, he left. What I didn't think of, unfortunately, was the possibility of me, going into labour. Yup... Five years of marriage and an almost three-year-old toddler later, Tom and I were expecting baby #2. Mia was going to be a big sister - like, right now.

Once again, I tried to call Tom, but like before, I only reached his voicemail. "Where the fuck is he?!" I groaned, dropped my mobile on the bed and steadied myself against the wall, breathing through another contraction. I gave Tom a last try, before I decided to call Ben. "Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up." I mumbled to myself. Sure, I could've called my parents, but they were in bed now, with Mia hopefully sleeping deeply next room. Ben's mobile rang and rang. I was already on the verge of hanging up, but then I heard my man's best friend's voice urging to my ear. "Y/N?" "Ben! Finally! Where is Tom?! I tried to call him, but he didn't pick up." "Uh... He just left for the bathroom, I think." Ben sounded slightly tipsy - which caused me to roll my eyes. Not now, guys, not now, I thought. "Okay and where are you boys?" I could hear the others laugh and talk rather loudly in the background. "In a bar in, uh, Columbus." I frowned. "In a bar in Columbus? Columbus?? Why the fuck there?!" I only now realised that I spoke way louder than I intended to... "Is everythin' alright, Y/N? You seem a bit... tense?" That was the point when I lost my nerves. I had absolutely no time for this. Not after trying to reach them for hours! I gritted my teeth, feeling how the anger build up inside me. "Oh, I don't know, Benedict. Maybe it's because I AM IN FUCKING LABOUR SINCE HOURS AND MY HUSBAND IS UNATTAINABLE!" And suddenly there was deadly silence at the other end of the line. "You're what?" Said Ben in a small voice, almost rueful. "You heard me, Benedict." Another beat of silence passed, before I suddenly heard loud shuffling. "Boys, Y/N's in labour, we need to get Tom somehow back to Atlanta! As fast as possible!" And then everybody talked at once. 'Tom! Get Tom!' was the only sentence I understood and it came from Hemsworth. Apart from that, was everything that happened on the other line a blur, until... "Tom asks how you are feeling." Ben's voice reached me once again. "He asks how I feel? Really? I am in labour! How does he think I feel?!" Again, was the other side of the line deadly silent. "We'll be right there, I promise!" "I'll hope so! If not, I am going to cut off his balls. Tell that Thomas!" With those words, I hung up, squeezed my eyes shut as another contraction rolled over me. Somehow, this time felt even worse than last time... At least I could try to relax a bit, now that I knew that Tom was on his way. After taking deep breaths, breathing through the contraction, I called an ambulance. They came immediately, of course and took me to the hospital. I was very glad that this was not the first time for me. To have the experience and to know the procedure and what maybe could happen, helped me ease my mind a lot. Especially since Tom wasn't by my side - yet.

Thirty minutes later, I was brought to a room, had changed into the familiar hospital gown, got hooked to an CTG and was checked by the doctors. "Alright, Mrs. Hiddleston..." The friendly female doctor in the white clothes smiled at me. "Everything appears to be like it should be. You and the baby are perfectly fine - according to the circumstances." She adjusted her glasses and scribbled something onto the clipboard she held. "But you are not yet ready to deliver your baby. We have to wait a bit longer. Although, I guess not that much longer, 'cause your labour is progressing very fast." The doctor gave me another small smile. "Until then, I am afraid we have to wait and see." With these words and a last smile, she left the room, leaving only a super friendly midwife - Mary - behind. "We are going to check on you and the baby regularly. But you already know that." Mary said, winking at me. "Yeah... I am very glad to be a lot more experienced now than I was last time with my daughter. Makes me feel calmer. Despite the fact that Tom isn't here..." Mary's eyes softened. "I was already thinking... Where did you leave your husband?" I sighed. "I allowed him to go out with some of his friends, told him I was fine, but well... Baby's got different plans." Mary laughed. "Let's hope he's going to make it in time then. Call me if you need something, yes?" I nodded, offered her a smile. Then I was left alone and I absolutely hated it. To spend the time I had to wait for my body to prepare itself for the birth alone was absolute torture. I missed Tom and I wanted nothing more than to have him by my side.

It was a curse and a blessing, that labour progressed so fast. Two hours later, I found myself surrounded by nurses, doctors and Mary, of course, ready to bring mine and Tom's second child into this world. I wasn't afraid of this, no. Maybe nervous, yes, but what I definitely was, was in pain and angry. Angry at my sweet husband who didn't sit by my side, holding my hand and just being there for me. No, instead sat Mary by my bedside - what wasn't bad, god no... Bless her for bearing with me. But it just wasn't Tom... "Okay Y/N, if you feel the urge to push, give into your body!" I nodded quickly, sweat already dotted all over my forehead from the previous contractions. While you were about to bring a new life into this world, stormed a man with long, pitch black hair through the main doors of the hospital, on the other side of the big building. Tom...

The father-to-be ran down the halls of the 'Emory University Hospital Midtown' like a madman, bumping into several staff members on his way. "Sorry, I am so sorry!" Tom said what felt like thousand times in five minutes. Unfortunately was the hospital quite big and Tom struggled to even find the maternity ward. So, he had no other choice than to stop his frantic search and ask a nurse. "I'm sorry, can... can you help me?" Tom, who was still out of breath, approached a nurse with short chopped blonde hair and tattoos up and down his arms. The man looked up at Tom, offering him a polite smile. "Of course, Sir. What's the matter?" "I-I am looking for the maternity ward." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "My... My wife is in labour." The nurse nodded and immediately gestured for Tom to follow him. "Follow me, Sir. I'll get you there. It's not far from here." The two men crossed another few hallways, before they finally reached the destination. "There we are." "Thank you so much." Tom smiled kindly at the other male, who gave him a nod and a smile himself in return. "No problem." Tom didn't lose another second and jogged down the ward, on search for someone who could help him along. After all, he hadn't a single clue where Y/N was...

After he had rounded the second corner, he stumbled over a woman who appeared to be a doctor. "I'm sorry?" He addressed the female, who turned to face him immediately. "I'm Tom Hiddleston and I am looking for my wife, Y/N." The corners of the woman's mouth lifted into a smile. "Ahh, so you are the missing dad?" Tom scratched the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly. "Well… I suppose that I am, yes." "Well, come on then." Tom followed the doctor hastily down the sheer endless, white hallway. "D-Do you know by any chance how my wife is doing?" Dr. Miller -  the woman's name, how Tom was able to read on her nameplate, nodded. "She is doing fine. Labour progressed very fast." At those words, Tom felt his heart sink. Progressed? Did that mean...? Dr. Miller seemed to read from his expression what he was thinking. "Don't worry. You didn't miss the birth of your baby - yet." This took a load off Tom's mind and he breathed out relieved. "This way." They turned another corner and came to a halt in front of a closed door. "There we are." After Tom quickly slipped into a scrub, he was granted access to his wife. Barely after the door swung open, was the first thing he heard a heart-breaking scream, coming no doubt from Y/N. It caused Tom's mind to spin, his guilty conscience immediately spoke up. This was his wife, being in pain, bringing his baby into this world - and he hadn't been there for her. "Mrs. Hiddleston, I found the missing dad." A voice suddenly cut through the room, causing my head to turn to the left. I didn't even notice that somebody had entered the room. Well, I was quite a bit too busy to pay attention to who entered or left the room. My eyes met the female doctor I had shortly seen earlier and- "Tom!" I cried out his name, unbelievably happy and relieved to see him. As his name left my lips, he immediately jumped into action, rushing to my side. "Darling!" Mary quickly stood up from the chair and made way for Tom. He sat down on the chair, hands instantly reaching for my hand. He wanted to say something, but the next contraction I had threw a wrench in the works. I squeezed the living hell out of Tom's hand and shut my eyes. "I need you to push, Y/N." Said the nurse, who sat at the bottom of the bed. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" This contraction was by far the worst I had yet. And it sparked something inside me, brought the anger on my husband back to life. After I had breathed through the contraction, I unleashed hell on Tom. I turned my head towards him, staring at him. If looks could kill... Tom swallowed visibly, well aware of what was to come. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" "Darling, I-I am so s-sorry, I-" He stuttered, trying to explain. "Shut the fuck up, Thomas! I suffered here for over two hours, plus almost five at home alone, to give birth to your child and Mr. Hiddleston just decided to not pick up his phone when I called him!" Tom swallowed once again, his mind reeling. I could tell that he was picking his next words very carefully now. "I know, my love and I am really, honestly very sorry. My phone ran out of battery-" Wrong words. "That is no excuse, Thomas!" The man beside me flinched every time I used his full name. "I know, Y/N. I should've told you. I-" "And why Columbus?! Why did you and the boys needed to go to fucking Columbus to drink a stupid beer?!" Tom sighed and hung his head. "I can't apologise enough, darling. I deserve all your wrath. I hate that I wasn't able to be by your side, but now I am here and I won't go anywhere. You are doing so wonderfully in bringing our second wonder into this world. I can't be prouder of you, my love." By now, I had tears in my eyes. This time not from the pain. His words had pulled at my heartstrings. Why did that man always find the right words and was so utterly charming? This wasn't fair. I wanted to be mad at him... "Ugh, you fucking sweet-talker. I wanted to be mad at you, but now I can't." I said, pouting. Tom's expression shifted immediately and he snorted out a laugh. "Oh darling, I love you." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, but smiled.

The rest of the birth went rather smooth. Unlike with Mia, I didn't have an epidural. I wanted to do this all natural this time. With Tom by my side, everything was easier anyway. And so, Tom and I were able to welcome another baby girl into the world, only an hour later.

"Here she is." Mary announced, smiling and placed the tiny girl, who was wrapped up in a thick pink blanket on my chest. As soon as my skin came into contact with my new-born baby, the tears started to fall freely. "Hello, my sweet girl..." I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from her. I felt how Tom pressed a kiss on my forehead, before his bigger hand joined mine, wrapped around the little girl in my arms. Time seemed to stop. This was a moment just between Tom and me. "Welcome to this big, wondrous world, Lily." Tom said with tears glistening in his eyes.

[pizzaqueen]

for the domestic prompts list - #1 for buckingham? :D

building a new piece of furniture from a flat pack together

Yay, thank you for sending this! :D it was fun to write a different ship—hope I did okay! :D

Also, the first US IKEA opened in 1985 in Pennsylvania but I couldn’t find when or where others opened—this fic takes place sometime in the early ‘90s, established relationship but they’ve just moved into their first apartment together and it’s somewhere close enough to an IKEA that existed at the time XD

1.3k; rated G

All the pieces are laid out on the rug. Robin had pulled everything out of the box the moment Chrissy left the apartment, checked and double-checked (and triple-checked) that everything was there, and now she just has to put it together. Shouldn’t be too hard right? It’s only a bookcase.

(For their books. Not just Chrissy’s books, not just Robin’s books, but theirs. And their knick-knacks and mementos and other things too. No roommates’ things cluttering the shelf, either, just theirs. Theirs.)

Giddiness rises up and she tries to push it away—she’s got a bookcase to build—and picks up the instruction leaflet. It’s all pictures. Pictures are good. She thinks. At least it’s not in Swedish, not that Robin thought it would be. That would be weird. Why would they sell something with Swedish instructions in America?

Robin twirls her hair around her finger.

There’s already a little tightness in her chest, which is stupid, because it’s just a bookcase and she hasn’t even started. But she wants to surprise Chrissy and she wants it to be perfect. Or at least not fall apart. Maybe she should call Steve? He’d offered to put it together for them but they wanted to do it themselves.

No, she hasn’t even started. She has fought monsters from another dimension and survived, she can put together a bookcase.

Purrley MacLaine circles her feet and Robin bends down to scoop her up. “Hey, wanna help me build this?” She waves the instructions.

A ginger paw swipes at them and Robin waggles the paper a little, then holds it out of reach before the claws come out. Miss MacLaine reaches for the paper, giving Robin an indignant look when she can’t get to it.

“Sorry, I need these.”

With that, her would-be helper jumps down from the cradle of Robin’s arms and trots away.

“Remember who feeds you!” Robin calls out, but Purrley has already jumped into one of the empty boxes littering the room, only her tail to be seen. Robin sighs and looks back to the paper. “Okay, going to put together a bookcase. I can do this.” She scans the pieces on the rug, biting her lip, and finds the first one she needs.

“This is going to be a cinch.”

It’s not long before Robin realizes she may have overestimated her flatpack putting together abilities. Give her monsters from another dimension any day. Well, maybe not, but this is ridiculous.

“I think I’d understand this better if it was in Swedish.”

There are more of the little wooden doohickeys than there should be and not enough of the other doohickeys so she can’t put the top shelf on and one of the doohickeys went all the way in and then a bit of the shelf cracked when she was tightening another thing and the thingamabob won’t go into the whatchamacallit and she nearly dropped the side on herself when she was turning it around the right way it and—

“Argh.”

She sits on the floor, tries not to scream, and flops back. It’s too early to admit defeat, but she needs to regroup. Just for a moment.

Twenty minutes later, the door opens and closes, and sneakered feet slap over the mostly bare floors. Robin is still on the floor regrouping. The footsteps stop by her head.

“Hey, babe, why are you on the floor?”

Robin opens one eye, then the other. Chrissy is crouching by her head, an amused tilt to her lips. “I was building the bookcase.”

“Oh, yeah, the floor bookcase. Of course.”

“I had to regroup.” Robin spreads her arms out to either side. “The instructions make no sense and there are too many pieces and it’s taller than I thought it would be and it nearly fell on me.”

Chrissy’s brow furrows and soft, warm hands cup Robin’s face. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. It’s just…stupid.” Robin huffs and curls a hand around Chrissy’s wrist, leaning into the warmth of her palm. “It’s a bookcase, why is it so hard?”

“Because you didn’t wait for me?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

A smile spreads over Chrissy’s face—that bright one that always takes Robin’s breath away—and she moves around so she’s standing over Robin and holds out a hand. “C’mon,” she says, “let’s do it together.”

Robin takes Chrissy’s hand and lets herself be pulled to her feet. “Maybe we should get some help?”

“Nope, we’ve got this.”

“Okay,” Robin says and takes a deep breath.

Chrissy claps her hands together. “Right,” she says, “show me what we’ve got.”

Robin waves at the few pieces she’s managed to put together. She nudges it with her foot and says, “This is it, so far,” and then the whole thing lists to the side.

“Oh, we can put that back…” Chrissy trails off as the pieces fall apart, landing with a soft thwack. She winces. “Hey, that’s okay! No place to start from like the beginning, huh?”

The relentless optimism might be annoying coming from anyone else but, when it’s Chrissy, Robin can’t help but smile. “Like Julie Andrews said, it’s a very good place to start.”

“That’s the spirit.” Chrissy winks. She settles her hands on her hips and says, “Let’s get to it.”

They kneel down, either side of the pieces laid out, and Chrissy picks up the instructions. “Okay, hand me that,” she says and they start working.

It’s almost fun—almost—with the two of them putting the bookcase together…together. She still kind of wishes they’d taken Steve up on his offer because it is so tedious, but then she thinks about how this is their first home, just the two of them—well, three of them—and maybe it’s only a plain bookcase, but it’s theirs and they’re making it together.

Purrley MacLaine comes sniffing around a few times, pawing at the dowels—the little wooden doohickeys Robin thought she had too many of—and generally getting in the way but being too adorable for either Robin or Chrissy to move her.

“Hand me one of those.” Chrissy waves at the pile of screws, their hands brushing when Robin hands one over, and sets to work. A few moments later she says, “There,” with a satisfied smile. “Help me lift it?”

Together, they get the bookcase upright; it doesn’t wobble or lean to the side or fall apart. It stands there, exactly like a bookcase should.

Robin blinks. “Wait. Did we do it?”

“We did it.” Chrissy pumps her hands in the air. “Go team!” She slides an arm around Robin’s waist, squeezing gently, and then says, “Uh, is the back meant to be the same color as the rest?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, I hate to break the bad news,” Chrissy says, pointing at the bookcase, “but I think we put it on backward.”

Robin stares at it a moment, unseeing, and then it’s all too clear. The backing is light brown, not white like the rest. “No, no, no! We nearly had it!”

“We can take it off and do it again.”

Robin groans and lets her head drop back and says, “Yeah, okay,” but she really doesn’t want to.

“Or”—Chrissy slides her arm from around Robin’s waist and grabs Robin’s hand, swinging it between them—“we could leave it?”

“But it’s all wrong.”

“You’re creative, we can…decorate it.” Chrissy raises her brows. “Right?”

Robin chews on her lip. It would have been easier to decorate it before but she really doesn’t want to undo it and put it back on the right way. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good.”

“Go team!” Chrissy repeats, lifting both her and Robin’s hands in the air in victory.

Robin sighs—happily this time—and waves their hands. “Yeah,” she says, letting their hands drop and resting her head on top of Chrissy’s, “Go team.”

[raphaelsrightarm]

Yay for a prompt list! I’d like to request 32, 33, and 49 for dear Donnie please 💜💜💜 Thanks love!

Mine

ALrighttttt let’s get into jealous Donnie

32: “Are you jealous?”

33: “Show me you’re mine”

49: “Shut up and pin me down”

Donnie x fem!reader

Words: 1381

warnings: smut 18+, swearing, a little bit of degradation

Jealousy wasn’t really his thing. He trusted you, the same way that you trusted him. Donnie knew you would never do any of the things that were plaguing his thoughts right now. But watching that Vern stand so close to you, looking at you the way he was every time that you spoke, it was surely enough to get to him. You didn’t even seem to notice, and he couldn’t tell if it relieved him a bit or if it just made it worse.

He knew It was stupid, knowing that you were hardly able to spend five minutes with Vern before he annoyed you. But he can’t lie, he’s possessive. Though it’s only because you mean so much to him. The more he watched the more he realized how stupid he must look right now, glaring at the two of you from a few feet away. He had almost talked himself completely out of it, that was until he saw Vern put his hand so low on your back as he passed by you. Yeah, he was jealous.

Pretty fucking jealous.

Donnie had taken you home later that night. The trip was a quiet one, which was unusual for the two of you. Even as you entered your apartment you felt the tension that had followed the two of you back here. You watched as he began to take his gear off, mumbling some things to himself as he did. Seeing him without all his equipment was something that never ceased to enchant you.

“Ok, what’s wrong?” Your words seemed to snap him out of his trance as he glanced over his shoulder.

“Nothing.” Was the only reply you got. You almost would have believed him, but the clenching of his jaw paired with the tension so clearly held along his shoulders told you all that you needed to know.

A grin spread across your face as the realization hit you. “Are you jealous?” He practically scoffed at you, taking his sweet time unwinding the purple tape from his forearm.

“I’m not jealous. I don’t get jealous.” You walked toward him, placing a gentle hand on the curve of his shell.  He turned to look at you, the sweet smell of your perfume helping put him at ease.

“Donnie, you know you have nothing to worry about. I promise you. Besides, I’m just as much yours as you are mine.” A smile spread across his face as he looked at you.

“Show me you’re mine.” His voice took a sudden drop as his arms wrapped around your waist as he picked you up, carrying you to your bed, laying you down with your legs hanging off the end of it. He hovered over you, kissing you intensely. His hands slid down your body and slipped into the waistband of your leggings, pushing them down until you were able to just kick them off yourself. His hand moved back up to grip your jaw as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were truly at his mercy and he was reveling in every single moment of it.

Donnie pulled away suddenly, the starstruck look you were sporting filled him to the brim with the confidence that he had felt drop just a few hours ago. He then moved to press a trail of kisses down your stomach until he got to your hips. He inhaled deeply, the scent of your arousal flooding his senses, only adding to the primal desire that was overtaking him. He chuckled lightly as he admired your naked form. “You know, I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much. You like being treated like a little whore?”

“Just shut up and pin me down.” Without hesitation he was on you, grabbing your wrists and pushing them above your head. “Keep them here. I won’t tell you again.” He ended his order with a sweet kiss to your neck before making his way back down your body. He kneeled at the end of your bed, placing your legs over his shoulders as he caught a full glimpse of just how wet you were. Your soaked cunt was a masterpiece that he would never stop trying to find new and nastier ways to achieve.

Donnie thumbs gently spread you apart before he ran his tongue through your folds as you sighed happily. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking vigorously on the sensitive bud. Each moan and whimper that escaped only making his painfully hard cock even worse.

“Holy shit, Don!” He simply buried his face even deeper in your pussy as your cries got louder. You felt the tip of his finger run over your entrance, you squirmed excitedly below him as he teased you. It wasn’t long before he pushed his finger into your heat followed by a lengthy moan from you. The feeling of your soft thighs gripping the sides of his head drew out a deep chur from his chest as his mouth worked magic on you. He could tell just how close you were by the way your moans picked up. His finger curved upwards in a smooth motion, sweeping over your g spot each time.

Just as you began to reach that edge, he stopped. He lifted his face from between your legs, thoroughly amused by the frustration painted across your face. His eyes darkened with lust as he slowly made back up to kiss you, your taste still on his tongue. He stood before you as he you watched him slowly take his belt off, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

You felt him position himself, legs spreading further out of habit. Your body twitched with each slide of the head of his cock through your folds before you felt that sweet familiar burn that came with him pushing himself inside of you, your head rolling back as your hands pulling the comforter into your fists.

There was no slow build with his pace tonight. Tonight, he wanted all of you, all at once. And you were more than willing to give it to him. The sound of his hips hitting against yours combined with the rhythmic thumping of your headboard

“Nobody else could fuck you like this, could they?” His thrusts grew faster to emphasize his point. “Who else could make you feel this good?” His eyes were glued on his length disappearing inside of you.

“Nobody, Donnie. No one.” You voice was weak from what felt like constant moaning. “You’re mine.” He grunted. A whimper was all you were able to muster as his words took their effect on you, bringing you so close it was driving you insane. His hand reached down to toy with your clit, pulling a shrill gasp out of you. He lowered himself to your ear, his voice low. “Say it.” Two simple words managed to send sparks throughout your entire body.

“I’m yours. Only yours, oh fuck Donnie!” He could have sworn you were about to rip the blankets in half from how hard you were trying to keep your hands where you were told.

“Touch me.” At his command your hands flew from the comforter to grip his forearms. The sting of your nails digging into his thick skin and fluttering of your walls around him bringing him closer to his end. You weren’t far either, vision getting cloudy as Donnie fucked you at an unforgiving pace. The band in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. You back arched as you cried out his name. Your walls tightened almost painfully around his cock, enough to send him to his peak as well.

Donnie’s head fell back as he released into your heat, truly claiming you as his. He stayed inside of you even after his hips stopped twitching, just to feel the suffocating comfort of your body. Your hands switched from a death grip on his arm to make soft circles on his skin.

Donnie slowly pulled out of you, biting his lip as he watched his cum drip out of your tight hole. Just as you were finally starting to catch your breath, you felt the head of his cock slowly push back inside of you.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

[petri808]

If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊

Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?

“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.

“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”

“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.

Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”

“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”

“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”

Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”

Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.

As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.

Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—

“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”

Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”

“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”

Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”

“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”

‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.

“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”

The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.

Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’

“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”

“No.”

Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”

‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”

Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?

“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”

Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…

“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”

Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.

“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”

“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”

“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.

Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”

Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.

“Natsu, what are you—”

Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.

“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”

“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.

“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.

“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”

Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”

“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.

His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”

She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…

“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”

Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.

Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.

“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…

In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.

“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”

After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.

“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”

“Why not?”

Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”

“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”

She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”

Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”

“Later?”

The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”

[daddyjackfrost]

hey bestie, from ur prompt list can i request 8 + either akaashi or suna? ty😊

bestie! hi! ofc you can! i’m gonna choose suns because i feel like it suits him better (sorry rin)

prompt 8: “since when have we ever been friends?”

warnings: angst? slight? it’s been a lot of fluff recently so yay! angst! (i’m kidding it’s not a lot)

You carried your lunch tray towards what seemed to be your regular lunch table. 

Ever since you moved to Inarzaki High, you had been sitting with Suna and his friends. Your mother was friends with Suna’s, and you and Suna had been friends since you were children.

As you walked towards the table, your eyes met Osamu’s, and he smiled at you.

You gently put the tray down, catching the attention of the other two boys. You smiled as you sat down, and Atsumu grinned at you, winking at you like he knew your secret.

You sat beside Suna, and when you turned your head to face him, you found that he was facing the other way, staring at another girl at the end of the table.

You cleared your throat and looked back at the twins. You picked up your fork asking the twins, “how were you’re morning classes?”

Atsumu’s cheeks were full so before he opened his mouth to speak, Osamu covered his mouth and began talking.

“Boring, as usual,” you nodded in agreement, “but we got a new student in English, so there’s that”

Your eyes flickered to the girl sitting with a few other students. She looked unfamiliar, so you assumed she was the new girl.

You turned to Atsumu who was glaring at Osamu before he smirked at you. “I blew up something in physics, so I’ve had a great morning.”

You laughed, not at all phased at Atsumu’s answer. He was only taking physics because it was the one class Osamu knew he wouldn’t have taken, and to both of their surprise, Atsumu was actually good at it.

“What about ya, y/n?”

You shrugged, using your fork to move some strawberries around. “Boring, as usual.”

You and the twins continued talking, and after a bit, Suna joined the conversation. You waved off his behaviour, knowing how teenage boys can act when they see a pretty girl.

At the end of the day, you hurriedly left class, hoping you could catch Suna before he wakes home. Being neighbours, sort of, you liked walking home with him. Recently, it was the only alone time you got with your friend.

You spotted Suna, his back to you as he spoke to someone. You walked over, and your smile slightly dropped when you saw that he was talking to the girl from lunch. Still, you walked up to them, smiling at her when she spotted you, and patiently waited.

The girl smiled at you, and then Suna, and then left, saying a quick, “bye, rin! see ya tomorrow!”

You gripped your backpack handle. “She seems nice.”

Suna turned to you, both of his hands in his pockets and a deadpan scowl on his face.

“y/n,” Suna’s voice sounded bored, “why are ya here? Do I have yer pencil or something?”

You frowned. “No, uh, I was hoping we could walk home together.” After you received a blank look, you licked your lips. “You know, like we used to?”

Kicking a rock, Suna let out a sigh. “Why?”

You were taken back. You awkwardly chuckled but after you saw the complete serious look on his face, you stopped. “Why? Uh, I do not know... cuz we’re friends? And we usually walk home together?”

You were confused. Suna had never acted so indifferent to you, and it hurt.

Suna scoffed. “Friends? Since when have we ever been friends?”

You froze. Past and recent memories of all the times you had spent with Suna had flashed through your mind. With the little self respect you had left, you lightly, albeit painfully, smiled.

You gripped your backpack straps tighter and stepped back. With eyes filled with blankness Suna had never seen, you shrugged. “Right. We’re not friends. I must have been foolish to think so.”

You turned around and walked away, leaving Suna with slightly wide eyes and a frown.

From there on, you completely ignored Suna. You no longer sat with him or the twins, but you did stay in close contact with Atsumu and Osamu. You had told them that you were no longer friends with Suna, and although they were confused and tried coaxing you, they respected your decision to stay away from him.

You had found new people to befriend, and surprisingly, you became quick friends with the girl Suna had been staring at that one time. You didn’t want too at first, but you two clicked.

Sometimes, it was hard. You would catch Suna staring at you or he would try and talk to you, but you kept your guard up. You didn’t need him, or his friendship, and you were perfectly content with the way things were going.

Suna, on the other hand, was not. He had regretted what he had said that day as soon as he walked into class the next morning and you weren’t sitting next to him. He regretted it when he heard you laugh and he would never know why you laughed. He regretted it when you waited for the twins after practice and left with them without saying a word to him.

Most of all, Suna regretted it when he saw boys crowd you on Valentine’s day. You stood there, with chocolates in your hands and a smile on your face as the nth boy had confessed to you.

Suna wasn’t the kind of person to really regret anything. Mainly because he didn’t care for many things, but this, the pain he would wake up with every morning was the one thing Suna would regret forever.

Maybe if he had apologized, maybe if he had told you he didn’t mean it, things would have been different.

But when his greyish-yellow eyes stared at you carrying your lunch tray towards what seemed to be your regular lunch table, he knew it was too late.

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Teddy

Notes: This is my entry for @pagesoflauren Prompts:

So, this is love” from “So This is Love” by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas from Cinderella

“Um, you...you fight good.” from Mulan

“This reminded me of you.”

Warnings: 18 +Only, dark themes, Dubious consent due to alcohol consumption, drunken sex, fingering, out door sex

Summary: a corporate event turns into hazy regret

Dark(maybe more grey) CEO Steve x Reader

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Why they decided to hold a corporate event in the middle of the work week was beyond you. But you could only blame yourself for the alcohol consumption you partook in. Your head and body ached. You had taken a few aspirin before getting to work, but it didn't sooth the pains rippling through your body. Last night was a fog that you could barely piece together, but you weren't worried. You had made it home safe and your office mates had not blown up your phone with anything salacious.

You frowned at the continuous slowed traffic at your cubical when you approached. When you spotted the source you were surprised. A sweet little box with an oversized bow sat on top of your keyboard with a tiny little note. Your coworkers all past your station giggling amongst themselves as they spied it. You felt the heat of all the attention permeate your face as you rushed to stash it away.

Taking your seat before your monitor you hid the parcel. You waited patiently until you felt no one was paying you any mind. Had someone miss placed this? Curious you read the note. “This reminded me of you.” Flipping it over no name.

You untie the bow and opened it carefully.

"Did you like it?" Steve's sudden voice made you bristle.

You fumble with the box, dropping it, spilling the contents as he leaned on your cubical wall.

"Um sorry?" you looked at him confused.

"I was thinking of getting rid of this thing, but now"

he scratched at his beard as you wrinkled your brow at him. His name was called before he could clarify his point. The distraction pulled him away, but not before he shot you a sly wink.

That was strange.

With him away you reached down to pick up the fallen gift. You rose slowly lifting a new coffee mug, turning it you see a yellow cartoon teddy bear smiling at you.

Your eyes grew round as a flood of memories drowned you. Flashes of the night before filled in gaps you had brushed off until now.

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The night before

You were an expert at avoiding company events, but when the email read mandatory you groaned. The biannual event was a must for all employees foreign and domestic.

You didn't hate your company, you actually loved it. Everyone was friendly, it was a stark contrast to the cut throat companies you were used to. It was just that social events made you feel painfully awkward.

The venue was massive. Every odd person asked which office you worked in and what department you belonged to. You smiled and made short talk as you searched for a place to hide until the event was over. It was very draining, being an introvert you could only handle so much social interaction.

The corporate sponsored libations helped get you through the most part. Snatching a drink from every waiter that passed with a tray. It was an easy, trick gulp down the glass then motion to the empty cup before departing the group signaling you are going to find more. An easy out that had you buzzed, but you felt as though you were holding together well. When you found your hiding spot you breathed easier, taking the seat hidden behind a column, you played with your phone until the event whined down.

"Hey your in accounting right?"

You looked up from the phone to find John Walker. He smiled softly, slipping into the empty seat next to you. "Oh no, sorry.."

"Why are you hiding away by yourself?" He cut you off. You reached for your half empty flute and took a big gulp. Swallowing it down before tapping the glass, signaling your exit just as he began to crowd you into the corner space.

"How do you like it here?" He asked you another question stifling your exit. You could feel his breath on your face as you tried to lean away, but his arm stretched out pulling you closer.

A yelp escaped your lips when his other hand found your thigh. You don't want to cause a scene, but you want him to give you space. Your hiding space was too good. No one noticed or cared that you were trapped by a fellow colleague. "I need to-"

John pulled you down when you tried to stand and excuse yourself. "Hey" the scent of his drink finally hit your nose. "You cant leave before we cheers." His grip on you felt so firm that you worried if you upset him, his smile seemed strained and his eyes roamed you uncomfortably. John suddenly lifted the hand from your shoulder and snapped his fingers in the air, signaling a server to bring more drinks to the table. "One more drink huh? Bad luck not to cheers with everyone you know?"

You gripped your phone so hard you felt it imprint on your palm. You just wanted to go home. When the serve dropped the glasses John pushed one at you. To appease him you took it. Maybe he would leave after this. He raised his glass and you did the same. "To a fruitful quarter."

You murmured and repeated him. The glasses clinked before you both took a drink. This drink hit you harder than before, but you chugged it down anyway.

When John finished his glass he cloaked you. His eyes filled with a hunger that had you leaning further back into the back of your chair. He kept coming so close no matter how you shifted in your seat to gain distance. "Please I need to go home" you begged as he roamed up your skirt.

When his eyes bulged you were confused before you felt relief. John fell away from you, hitting the floor hard as a hulk of a man appeared standing over him. John did not appreciate it, hopping to his feet. You tried to stand yourself, but the room spun and swayed with such force you fell back on your seat. John and your savior blurred as you try to focus. You squinted as John pushed back on the stranger only to find his chin connecting with a right hook. His body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes as you watched everything in slow motion.

It was so surreal seeing John laid out. You looked up to see the founder standing above him. Steve Rogers was the man behind the knockout punch. You snorted, laughing loudly at the ridiculousness. There was no way you saw that correctly.

He turned his attention to you, mouthing words at you, but you couldn't understand them. People began to crowd around John and your table. You were becoming the center of attention and that filled you with an urge to escape.

"I want to go home." You whimpered lowly, as you found it hard to move with so many people around. You reached your limit, there were too many eyes, too many voices, you felt trapped yet again.

"Where do you live?" His voice cut through everyone else. It sounded so concerned yet sweet it set you at ease. You slurred out the destination as he helped you up from the seat.

He felt so warm, firm and safe that you couldn't help, but cuddle into his side as he guided you out.

Your eyes started to feel heavy as your body floated along. “Um, you...you fight good.” you blurted out making him chuckle. "Thank you" you slurred out the complement. Your yawn muffled his response as your eyes closed and you slipped into sleep.

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Your head lolled on the back of the leather seat as a chill nipped at your body. "It's too cold" you groaned missing the warmth that sent you to slumber.

"I miss warm" you whined tilting your head to the side, squinting at the blurry blob that resembled the sun. You reached out to find the source of warmth, but got jerked back by a restraint, you grumbled and frowned when you found a seat belt.

"Hey sleepy head." It sounded like Mr.Rogers. You had heard his voice many times over many corporate calls and monthly meetings, but that was preposterous. There was no way the high powered CEO was talking to you.

"Give me warm" you whined again, your eyes still heavy as you tried to focus on their face. You attempted once more to reach your hand out, this time your finger tips clumsily grazed over a nose before trailing up to gelled hair. "Oop. Watch it you almost blinded me there." He laughed lightly as the car swerved a bit. "Ok ok settled down I'll turn on the AC." The click and whoosh of the heater elevated the chill a bit.

"Sorry I run a little hot. Does this help?"

You hummed with delight as a warm hand reached out to glide up and down your thigh in comforting strokes. Your fingers played in the sleeked geld locks. Your thighs absorb the warmth of his hand as he kneaded your skin.

"You have arrived at your destination" the robotic voice announced.

"Yay!" Clapping your hands together ready to go to bed.

"Don't like parties huh?"

"I like home better." You yawned still very tired.

"Yeah me too" he agreed as the warm hand in your lap left. You whimpered in disappointment as a car door opened and closed. You stayed lazy sat in place too tired to move, closing your eyes welcoming sleep once again.

"Come on let's get you home." He grunted as he reached over you, waking you slightly. The smell of his cologne filled your nose as you heard the distinct click of your seat belt and feel of the strap slide away.

"Who are you?" You genuinely inquired.

He pulled you from the seat and stood you up against the car. Your body sagged, but he kept you standing. "Don't remember me, huh?" He huffed dragging you out. "Steve. Steve Rogers." He told you as he tried to keep you steady while closing the door.

"Your face is soo fluffy" you giggled as you grabbed at his beard. "No! Your not Steve! Your teddy" you dubbed shouting at him, cupping his face as you brought him closer. "You feel so good teddy."

"You think so?" Steve chuckled excepting his new nickname.

Stepping closer he pressed his weight on you and chuckled, boxing you between him and the car. "Fluffy teddy bear man" you giggled again as his cologne once again invaded your nose.

"You smell good too" you confessed as he leaned closer. His lips tilted into a devilish grin as you leaned forward to inhale along his neck. His strong hands held your hips before squeezing when you licked at him. "Tasted good too."

"Bad girl." Steve admonished leaning away from you. "Bad teddy" you frowned, pulling him closer by his blazer. "Keep me warm teddy." You pouted.

"Like that?" Steve questioned as his palms slipped down your waist then road up your thigh. You gasped when he ascended up and under your skirt. You nodded 'yes' allowing his brazened hand to slip into your panties, cupping your mound. The car rocked a bit as he leaned all his weight on you, sinking into you. His bristly beard hairs tickled your neck as you panted wildly into the cold air.

"Do you like how I make you feel?" Steve asked trailing up and over your lips. You moan a 'yes' into his mouth while you pushed into his palm urging him on.

Steve tried to pull his hand from you, but you squeezed your thighs together, not allowing him to retreat. "No teddy don't leave" you begged pouting. Steve smiled at the nickname while plunging deep in your core, curling his digits inside of you.

Your skirt road high off your ass and you felt the chill of the door on your exposed cheeks. You didn't care, you just wanted more. Lifting your leg Steve hooked it around his waist. "I love you teddy" you proclaimed drunk off his touch.

"Oh yeah" he growled in your ear, sending fire down your neck as he kissed you all over. You felt your panties pushed to the side as he pressed his sheathed need on you.

"Ummm mmm" you hummed eager for him to do more. Steve steady you with one hand while his other fumbled with the front of his pants. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your hips pushed forward. Waiting impatiently you bite your lip giving him a pleading look. "Love you so much teddy."

"So this is love?" Steve swirled his cock in your juices, teasing as he pressed hard along your eagerness. "Don't tease" you slapped at him frowning. "You want teddy to love you?" he groaned pressing his tip hard against your entrance. You nod 'yes' and hiss as his cock slowly stretched you open. You welcomed the strain while another warmth burst from your core. Your fingers tangled in his hair while Steve kissed you passionately. You panted wildly as Steve picked up speed, rutting you against the car door. "So this..." Steve stretched out each word, thrusting into you hard and deep, your slick him thoroughly. You chanted 'yes' allowing him to rut you against the car. Steve's thickness made you quiver. Despite being out in the world it felt as if you were the only two left on earth. "This is love" he sighed pushing as deep as he could go.

The warmth of him exploded all around you, melting you into him deliciously. You dissolved into him, slipping mindlessly into ecstasy.

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