#under the covers and close to the wall. then the kitchen light went out and i could hear the bells as moon walked around looking for people

[maudiemoods]

How many dreams have you had of moon hunting you down? I've had 3!

[bloddysnow]

Bunny in heat

Synopsis: In recent days, Xavier’s affection has become especially noticeable. It can be called not just tenacity, but an almost tactible thread that binds you together. At dawn, when the first rays of the sun barely penetrate the curtains, you feel his presence. He's right here, ready to accompany you around the house. When you go to the kitchen for a cup of morning coffee, he follows you, step by step. If you sit down to work, he sits down comfortably next to you, putting his head on your knees. He smells you everywhere, asks for kisses and hugs with such persistence that sometimes it seems as if he is suffocating without your touch. It's like he is become a magnet that follows you everywhere.

warnings: nsfw minors dni. Sub! bunny hybrid Xavier, soft dom! reader. Gn reader (cock or strap), anal sex. in heat. breeding kink. lactation. praise kink. possessive behaviour, begging. anal plug.

Xavier blinked slowly, as if he was struggling to perceive the light penetrating through the high windows of the bedroom. Despite the scorching summer sun, which brought unbearable heat to the ground, his body is covered with chilling trembling.

He's unbearably cold, and he buried himself under a heavy blanket, trying to warm up. His face is distorted by a painful grimace, his fluffy ears are pressed against his head, his eyes are half closed with fatigue, his lips are compressed, and his forehead is covered with drops of sweat. From the pain in aching bones and trembling muscles, he moans quietly.

He's holding a cup of ginger tea that you made for him before going to work. Steam rises from a hot drink, warming his face when he takes a small sip. Xavier found out in the morning that he’s in heat, but he didn't tell you, because he didn't want you to think and worry about him during your mission.

Having fallen off the edge of the bed, he began to rise slowly, feeling every pain, but ignoring it. Gathering the remaining strength, he systematically moved towards the pillow cabinet.

Xavier carefully placed the pillows so that they form the walls of the future nest. He added soft blankets to create extra comfort and warmth. When the nest was almost ready, he went to dig through your clothes trying to accurately determine your strongest smell in them.

His hands tremble when he goes through your clothes, sticking his nose into the collar, deeply inhaling the smell that has always been associated with safety and comfort... whining left his lips, because the next moment the slick poured out of his hole, getting his pants. His eyes looked down, only choking from the sight of the bulge in the front of the pants and the shirt wet with two waterfalls from the lactation.

Having thrown off all his clothes, he climbed into the nest. His hand slowly descends to the wet hole so that his clumsy fingers can satisfy his itchy need. He feels a storm of emotions raging inside him. His breathing becomes more frequent and intermittent, his eyes are full of prayer and passion, he is waiting for your permission to touch himself to finally satisfy this irrepressible desire.

But you're not here. He gathered his will in his fist, trying to keep himself from temptation, but it hurts him so much. Xavier is your good boy and he won't touch himself without your permission. He whined with his face in the mattress, tears pouring from his eyes.

"P-please...hurry up."

You came to the door, a soft smile appears on your face when you think about how you will come in and hug your bunny. You mess around a little bit trying to find the keys in your pocket or bag and finally open the door. And from the very threshold you have a strange feeling. Usually Xavier is always waiting for you, meets you at the door with a bright smile. You take off your shoes and go further into the apartment, looking carefully.

You call him by name, but in response only a deaf silence. The thought flashes in your head that he may be sleeping.

You carefully approach the bedroom door quietly opening. Even in the dim light, your eyes easily distinguished his twisting figure. The naked plump thigh was raised up, twitching slightly in nervous anticipation. Between his perfectly round buttocks, there was a flashing hole from which a shiny stream of slick flowed out. It looked ready to fill and stretch, framed by red skin and pulsating muscles.

You couldn't take your eyes off his chest, which filled with milk and turned into perfect hills. They seemed so soft to the touch. The caramel-pink nipples were hard, and milk slowly flowing from them, streams down his skin. Every drop sliding down increased the feeling of unbearable tension. His breasts seemed to be begged to be free from this sweet burden, causing you to want to help.

The image of his blushing face, drenched in tears, was unbearably touching. He squeezed the sheets so hard that his knuckles became white. Tears flowed down his cheeks, leaving wet paths on his skin.

The hair stuck to his forehead, and you stretched out your hand and carefully removed the strands, your heart jumped when your fingers touched his burning skin. Your hand slides gently over his fluffy ears, and he began to tremble. He made a quiet moan. A puddle of glass eyes appeared behind the veil of trembling eyelashes and looked around in a stunned look before they focussed on you with round puppy eyes and trembling inflated lips,they were a temptation for you to kiss and suck until they swelled.

Xavier suddenly let out the needy howling, reaching for you. The discomfort of not touching his partner was depressed at the moment when he was in protective warm hands and pressed against your chest. Relief spread over his trembling body like a tsunami as soon as he touched the skin and he immediately hugged your neck, pressing against you. In his touch, there was a feeling of urgency, which was caused by his heat.

"[Name] P-please please…[N-name]. Take me! I need you inside m-me!- breed me! I w-won't spend a d-drop! Promise!…J-just please fuck me. Please!"

You focussed on calming him down, ignoring your erection, although he probably felt it touching him.

"Shh.. It's all right, baby." His body trembled in your arms as he inhaled deeply, as if your smell was his life. He pressed tightly against you.

"P-please don't leave me, please, I'll do anything, don't leave me!" He was soping, squeezing your shirt as if you were his only need in the world.

Xavier couldn't think clearly. His mind was shrouded in a fog of desire and passion. His teeth dug into your neck with such force, as if he was desperately trying to take possession of you in some way. You felt a hot wave run through your body, and at the same moment you reacted sharply. You turned him over, pressing him to the bed, being on top. Your lips persistently crashed into him, and he immediately answered the kiss, moaning. He pressed against you, spreading his hips, making sobs and whining, incoherently begging you to fuck him.

"Such a good little bunny for me," you mutter in a quiet, affectionate voice, making his hips spread even more. Your breath is hot on his skin.

You bring two fingers to his hole, slowly and carefully, so as not to scare away this moment. His body responds instantly, his muscles tense, and you see his hole shrink and relax, anticipating your touch. Precum slowly flows out of the tip of his dick, forming drops that erotically flow down, leaving a wet trail.

Xavier looks at you with a pleas in his eyes and, suffocating, begs: "Pleaseee!...Name, d-drink my milk. only f-for you-aaah. Please! It hurts!" His voice trembles, he feels despair. You feel his body tense, his dick pulsating from the accumulated tension. You lean towards his chest. Your lips wrap around his nipple, and you start sucking gently, feeling his body bend towards your lips. His breathing becomes heavy and intermittent when you start moving your fingers inside him, stretching and preparing him for more.

You feel the taste of his milk, diligently continuing drinking. His hands are trembling, clinging to your shoulders. The sweet taste of his milk stays on your tongue, and you bend over to kiss him. Your lips meet, and you share this taste with him. He answers greedily to a kiss, his tongue tastes its own taste.

You put your fingers away, watching his body respond to it. He looks at you greedily, his eyes are full of expectation and desire.

You slowly raise his hips, bringing yourself closer, feeling the warmth and tension coming from him. With one hand, you point your dick to his hole, and start slowly entering. You could feel his nails dig into your back, leaving hot, burning marks on your skin.

His body begins to tremble from the intensity of the feeling of fullness, and suddenly he cum. His orgasm overwhels him, his dick pulsates, throwing out hot streams of sperm. He moans, his body bends, and you feel his muscles shrink around you. A wet liquid flows out of its hole, adding to the overall picture of discharge and satisfaction. He chokes, clinging to you, and you see how waves of pleasure cover him.

He repeats your name, as if it was a prayer, as if you were his god. His voice trembles from every sensation, from every push of pleasure. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I’m yours..." he repeats, every time his body shudders with a wave of orgasm. You realize that at this moment he completely and undividedly belongs to you.

From the fact that he squeezes you so hard, you also reach the peak. You cum deep inside him, filling him with your sperm, and his body responds to it with a new surge of pleasure. His stomach swelled, a small hill appeared.

His body suddenly softened, and he lost consciousness, his head fell involuntarily on the pillow, his breathing slowed down. You gently pull out of him, feeling a part of your sperm begin to flow out of his hole. You took the plug out of the locker near the bed and carefully insert it to keep all the liquid inside him.

You know that he always does that: Every time you fill him up, he inserts a plug and doesn't pull out it all day.

"I will keep them warm," Xavier usually says, gently stroking his swollen stomach. His fingers gently touch the skin, as if he took care of your seeds, like something precious. He likes to feel your sperm inside him, to keep it in himself as something expensive and valuable.

Even when you're not around, Xavier continues this ritual, smiling and taking care of his stomach. His fingers gently massage his skin, and he whispers to himself words of love and devotion. You know that this is his way to keep a part of you with him, to feel your closeness and care even in your absence.

You look at his serene face and swollen stomach, wondering if he can really get pregnant from it. You gently cover him with a blanket and sit next to him, knowing that when he wakes up, he will ask you for it again.

[cmdrfupa]

Nanami x Reader

cw: sick terminology (our pookie is having tummy troubles), suggestive if you use a magnifying glass, overall fluff

thank you to @/saradika-graphics for the dividers! 💕

Art in header by the talented @nikawa_2ji! 💕

Being sick isn't exactly something that occurs for Kento. Together for seven years, you could attest to him being ill once. A 24-hour fever he overcame in 10. This bout certainly wasn't the case.

  Kento went to the bathroom attached to his home office, clinging to what he felt were the last remaining pieces of his spirit while hurling for the third time since 4 am. Throwing his eye patch to hell for all he cared, he took his white t-shirt off, placing it under the running water before wrapping it around his neck. The cool sensation gave temporary relief from the wretched sensation of nausea.

Kento entered the hallway, thinking he was fine, only to begin dry heaving again.

"Ken?" You sat the container of flour down, turning your head to listen. He'd been up for a while, and you assumed he was out for his morning jog and maybe stopping at the market. "Kento? You okay?" Nothing.

  "Ugh, fucks sake." he groaned as you heard a thump.

Taking your apron off, you hastily move toward the living room—another spell of retching leads to the hallway instead. The dimly lit hall brought you to your poor husband.

  A shirtless, clammy, and disoriented Kento sat against the wall in the darkened hallway. "Hi, dear."

  You crouched before him, touching his forehead to check his feverish skin, which immediately alarmed you. You pursed your lips before speaking up, "You're burning up, baby.."

  "I don't know what's wrong. My stomach feels like it's being tossed around in a dryer," Kento spoke, taking short breaths between words, his light hair sticking to his forehead.

  "We'll figure that out. But let's get you back to bed. Can you get up?" You placed your shoulder under him, and he slowly wrapped his arm around you, boosting himself up. "What have you eaten in the last 24 hours?" As you strolled, he shuffled beside you, his arm slung over your shoulder.

  "Well, we had lunch here at the house, and then Itadori-kun and I went for a seafood dinner at a restaurant Kugisaki saw on social media."

Sitting him on the side of the bed so he could lie down, he propped himself against the pillows. "We had some sort of paella and maybe a few too many crab legs."

  "Shellfish."

  "How do you know?" Bringing his legs up on the bed, you fluffed the pillows behind him and brought the sheets out in case he needed to cover up.

"It seems to be the possible culprit from what you've told me. Or maybe someone handling your food was a bit unhygienic?" You walked to the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit under the sink to fish out a thermometer and anti-nausea medication. Finding it, you made your way back to Kento's side. "Open."

Eyes closed, he followed orders, the twisting pain in his stomach sending a shiver through his body. The beeping of the thermometer made him focus. "What's the verdict?"

"101.1, which means you're in bed until this passes."

A groan left the sickly man's throat. "It'll pass in a few hours, I'm sure.."

"Your optimism is cute," you kissed his head. Just focus on resting. I'll get you some water to start rehydrating, then get things cleaned up." You placed the nausea medication on his bedside. "And if the room starts feeling like a tilt-a-whirl, let one of these melt on your tongue."

The trip to the kitchen was quick, and upon returning with a glass of water, you watched Kento struggle to open the foiled Dramamine package.

You slide the package from between his nimble fingers. "I've got it, honey."

"What about the plans for my birthday? Gojo will be a nuisance if he thinks I'm faking to avoid his party."

"I know you weren't super excited about the party Gojo was planning, but I'll threaten him if he tries to get fly with me."

"My darling angel of a wife, thank you." He opens his mouth, and you place the tablet on his tongue.

"You owe me, Mr. Nanami." With a wink, you get him comfortable in bed, placing another pillow behind him as he begins to doze off. "I'll come check on you in a bit."

  Kento wasn't sure when you got your wings, but he appreciated having an angel to tend to him. So patient and willing to be by him. Honestly, he didn't know when you got the halo, either. He didn't think you were a full-blown angel until this moment. "A literal angel, wow-" words slurred, and your wings seemingly much more vibrant to him as he passed out into a deep sleep. Ken promised himself he'd verify the angel allegations when he was more fit for thinking.

Day 3 of the stomach virus showed progress despite a rough start. Kento kept trying to force himself to feel better, thinking cat naps would suffice over a good night's rest. But his nausea was a reminder to take it much slower. He watched you prepare for work: a simple black knee-length dress, nude-colored stockings, and his favorite shoes. "The Manolo slingbacks?" Kento perked up in bed. "You know, I'm feeling much, much better today."

You peeked from out of the bathroom. 'You're supposed to be sleeping, not checking me out."

"My love, I'm feeling better than before."

"That's not how this works. You still have a fever, and rest will help get rid of it."

"I am resting; I'm in bed, having bone broth, and not working."

"If you don't want me to go to work, all you have to do is ask."

He'd be lying if he said he didn't want you to stay. He had not tried his luck the past two days, but today was different. Kento was needy and required more comfort to sleep. Was this the man cold? He thought he was above that.

"Please. I promise I will sleep if you stay home with me today."

Your heels clack against the wooden floor as you go to his side of the bed. "Take your aspirin, eat a few more spoons of porridge, and I'll hold you while you sleep." a gentle smooch on his cheek earns a soft smile from him. "Let me call Gojo and tell him he'll be handling training today."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nanamin. I didn't know he'd get sick! I ate way more than he did and felt perfectly okay this week." you called Itadori a few days ago to see how he was feeling. He was more than okay, finding him out with his peers shopping when you called.

Now, he sat across from you in the dining room, a gift bag decorated with 'get well soon' craftily written across it sat next to him as he ate another croissant. The teen was worried he'd killed the man just from the restaurant recommendation alone. "Is he going to be okay?"

  "Yuuji, nothing you've done is the result of this. The food didn't sit well with him." You take another sip of coffee before reassuring the stressed teen. "He's been resting and getting better the past four days. He'll be better and back on campus by the end of the week."

  "Well, can you let him know I dropped by?" Yuuji stuffed the last of his croissant in his mouth before sipping the hot cocoa and dusting his hands on the napkin. "Some of us got together and made a care package. Gojo made him some ladyfingers, Takuma got him some cool handkerchiefs, Nobara bought him one of those spa gel masks for his frown lines, and Fushiguro found an apron that says 'kitchen boss' he thought he'd appreciate… we want to keep his spirits up while he gets better."

  "He'll appreciate knowing you stopped by. And the thoughtful gifts." Grabbing a small container, you went to the kitchen in a few paces. "The rest of these are yours. I'll be closely monitoring Nanamin's food intake for a while, and pain au Chocolat won't be helpful." You strategically place the croissants in the container, handing them to Yuuji. "Be safe getting back to campus."

  "Will do, Mrs. Nanamin! You're amazing. I'll call to check on him tonight!" The teen hugged you quickly before making his way out of the door.

    "Are there any objections?"Nanami looked around, confident there was nobody idiotic enough to-"Wait! Please!" A pale blue-haired worm slithered down the aisle. The guest gasped in shock as the tubular creature began to morph into a human. "Don't go through with this. I love you more than life itself." Mahito stood in front of you, naked with a ring box in hand.Nanami looked at you, eyes wide. "My beautiful bride, please. Please think of the life we're building. I love you so much."" I'm sorry, Ken. I tried hiding my feelings, but my heart is with Mahito." You let go of Nanami's hands, rushing into Mahito's embrace. "Happy Birthday… Nanamin." The wickedness of Mahito's tone brought Kento to his knees.The guests all stood and began to chant, "Over time for eternity," as the church hall slowly faded into a pool of purple liquid.Gojo kneeled next to Nanami. "Kento, it's not the end. You still have me, yeah?.. honey… Ken?" Your sing-song voice was filling his head."Gojo? You sound like my wife."

"Gojo?" confused, you shook his shoulder to wake him. "Kento, wake up."

He sprung up, lungs empty and gasping for air as he looked around.

"You aren't Gojo!"

"Do you want Gojo?"

Profusely shaking his head, "I'd rather not."

"You were having quite the fever dream, it seems."

"It was an absolute hellish nightmare." He grabbed the water from the bedside, glugging it before you took the glass from him, sitting it down. "How long have I been asleep?"

You smoothed his bedhead hair, kissing Kento's temple before lying back with him. "Well, after lunch yesterday, I couldn't wake you up to save my life, but that seems to have been a good thing. Your fever broke. How are you feeling?"

Kento wrapped his arm around you, pushing the covers off with his free hand. A soft huff of comfort released as he felt the midday breeze flow through the room. "Makes sense; I feel so well rested. My stomach feels so much better. But Itadori-kun and I will have our weekly dinners here at home for a while."

"That's more than okay with me. I like it when he visits. I'm always glad to see him, and he also seems happy to come over."

"He'll be happy to know this. Our next dinner is for my birthday; he's been trying his best not to spoil my gift."

  "We have plenty of easy-to-digest meals for the next few days while your stomach settles."

"Yes, dear," he playfully retorted. Nothing sounds better than an easy-to-digest birthday dinner," he jested, pulling you into his bare chest.

  "Oh yeah. Yuuji brought you a care package. He and a few others put some rather lovely items in."

Eyebrows raised, Kento seemed surprised. "Itadori was here? Not sick?"

You nodded. "Left about an hour ago."

"How am I the only one who got sick?"

"To be fair, the boy likes to eat. And he did eat an ancient finger once, so.." shrugging your shoulders as Kento attempted to stifle a laugh unsuccessfully.

"You bring up a fair point. He can put it away."

  Rubbing his belly elicits a quiet hum of a familiar tune. He stops and peers over to you. The rays of the midday sun cast a beautiful golden hue across the bed and onto your shoulders. Kento studied the soft features that structured your face, the feel of your plush leg thrown over his as you hummed the Jimmy Eat World melody. The lack of almost claustrophobic closeness over the last few days has done a number on him.

His rich brown eyes found yours, and warmth crept up the nape of your neck as his lids lowered. "I have something planned for us."

"Something planned?'

"I didn't want you to plan anything for my birthday because I did. It's a birthday and pre-anniversary getaway of sorts. We're going to the hot springs."

Your lips puckered, landing pecks across his chin and neck. "Hot springs? Kenny baby. Do you know how perfect that sounds?"

"Indeed I do. Two weeks of solitude with my angel baby."

"Two weeks?"

"Two. Weeks."

"2 whole weeks?"

"Darling, if you repeat after me again, I'm going to assume you can't hear me."

Getting three consecutive days was pulling teeth. "What did you do to make Yaga go along with two fucking weeks?"

Kissing your shoulder, he brought your hand to his mouth. "Not much." lightly began to kiss each of your fingertips. "We just have to visit the Kyoto campus," He pressed his lips to your wrist to feel your pulse. "For a few days."

"Hm." you squinted as you read between the lines. The exchange event wasn't quite yet, but there were talks of development training that needed a few more grade 1 sorcerers for demonstrations— "You volunteered us for that combat training."

Kissing your palm and making his way up to the crease of your elbow, he wriggles between your legs until hovering over you.

"Nanami Kento."

"Are you going to be upset with your stomach pain-riddled husband? On his birthday, no less. Who loves you more than life itself? Who worships every cell in-"

"I'm getting a new swimsuit," you said, stopping his sweeter-than-honey ramble and kissing his chest. And I'll make sure Gojo reschedules the party, birthday boy."

  "And I'll be there with a shit-eating grin the whole night. My wife is getting a new swimsuit for my eyes only. I can sit through 2 hours of Gojo and everyone else. Best birthday ever."

[boundinparchment]

Lullaby

Sunday/Female Reader and their child, in which Sunday sings a lullaby. Domestic fluff. On AO3 here.

It was a rare experience to hear Sunday’s voice croon and bless the walls of your home.  

Every now and again, he would hum, lost in his own thoughts as he went about this or that.  An unconscious echo of a life you only knew from stories and hearsay, shared in quiet moments of the night when nostalgia moved from wistful to fuel an existential angst only he could pull himself out of.

But singing was a sacred act, full of purpose and soul, conscious in what it sought to weave in both musician and audience.  It came from a fountain of emotion that threatened to overflow if not directed just right.

Much like crying.

You’d spent the last twelve hours managing the tears and screams and fever of the little one in the other room, drifting off to sleep when you could.  Sunday returned home from a meeting with Elio and found you in the kitchen, half-asleep with your hands covered in dish soap.  Your husband was gone for months at a time prior to the change in your lives but now, thankfully, he was never far from reach.

Somehow, he’d managed to get you into bed, although you didn’t recall more than the kiss to your forehead and brushing of his wings against your cheeks.  Through the walls, you could feel the vibrations of someone vocalizing but you couldn’t make out more than that.  Blinking and accepting the fact that you’d slept longer than you intended, you rose and shuffled quietly out of the master bedroom and padded down the hall, where a sliver of light cut through the darkness.  You nudged the door open with your toe, careful of the creaking hinge.

Sunday kept his rhythm with the gentle rocking of the child in his arms, his footsteps just as silent as yours were as he paced the length of the nursery.  

The tune, familiar now that you could hear it properly, was one you were well-acquainted with.  He’d composed it himself after a rather restless week of sleep, when you’d both been dismayed to realize your child was a night owl and kept you up all night with flips and kicks.  Every chance he had, he whispered and sang to both of you, and his voice was the only thing that soothed the constant restlessness inside you.

At times, you thought perhaps it was a byproduct of the empathy that Halovians could extend one another.  It would be impossible to know for another few years, of course, given the human genetics in the mix.

And truthfully, what did it matter?

Your child, born of both of you, loved their father’s voice.  Few things brought you greater joy, especially when all previous memories of the act were tainted.

Eventually, the cries turned to whimpers and then gentle fussing.  Sunday pressed his lips to a tiny forehead, both an act of love and a dutiful check of the fever, and his face relaxed.  You watched, head tilted as you rested your weary body against the wall and watched your husband expertly navigate the latches of the crib and arrange the monitor just so.

He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he turned and found you there.  His face bore traces of exhaustion and you held out a hand, beckoning him close.  Sunday stepped closer and took it, pulling you close.

“The fever is broken, finally.  That should be the worst of it,” he whispered, kissing your temple.  “Be sure to rest, my love; pushing yourself will do more harm.”

“You should take your own advice, too,” you replied, angling your head to capture his lips.  “I know Elio is eager to have you in the field again.  You can’t afford to get sick.”

“There’s so much to be done.”

You felt a tickle at the base of your skull that reminded you of the way a dam buckled under pressure.  Resignation stirred in your shoulders and you kissed Sunday again, gentle and coaxing.  Always taking up what needed to be finished.  Never resting until every item on the list was entirely crossed off.

“It can wait,” you replied.  “We’ll talk about everything once you’ve slept.”

You parted long enough to plea silently, earnestly, with gold and indigo eyes.  The sensations faded, replaced with a content hum, the way air felt in spring.  

Full of promise for an even better tomorrow.

[roosterforme]

How You Play the Game Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're too late for Bradley. It doesn't matter that you left your heart with him while you took some time for yourself, you need to move on like he did. But the truth is, he was ready for more weeks ago. 

Warnings: Swears, broken heart, drunk Bradley, angst, fluff (18+)

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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Bradley sat on his kitchen floor with the half empty bottle of cheap tequila Nat left at his house after they made margaritas for her birthday. It tasted disgusting, but he was already hungover, and it was the only thing he had left. You and he had opened that nice champagne that was stashed away in his refrigerator five weeks ago. The empty bottle was tucked away with his pots and pans, because for some reason he just couldn't get over you. 

He just tried calling you until his phone died. He tapped your contact name in his phone, right there at the top of the list, no fewer than sixty times before his screen went black. But it never even went to your voicemail, and he had no idea what to send you in a text. He didn't even know what he was planning on telling you if you answered his calls. He just couldn't believe you'd been here.

He fucked things up royally by sleeping with Shannon. "Fuck," he moaned before downing a few more gulps, silently judging Nat's taste in booze and wincing. You were gone. Again. You'd been on his porch for about seven minutes by his best estimation, and then you left again after dealing the critical blow to his useless heart. You loved him. 

He set the bottle down on the floor and stretched out on the cold tile with his palm resting on his face. His floors always felt a little chilly, even during the summer. He could picture you wearing his socks around his house along with his jersey. He could picture you in the hotel rooms, sitting on his lap with all of the buttons undone. 

Bradley rolled onto his side and started to cry. You were wearing that fucking thing today. You'd all but told him you had been wearing it around for weeks. He closed his eyes against his throbbing headache and his tears and the overhead light and pressed his cheek to the cold floor. 

You told him you loved him, and that hurt so fucking bad right now.

Hours later, Bradley woke up with his stomach churning, shivering on the kitchen tile. He sat up and his stomach lurched. A few seconds later, he was throwing up tequila into his toilet and praying this was all just a nightmare that he would wake up from. Shannon meant nothing to him, and he was an idiot for thinking she could help him move on from still being in love with you. He crawled over to the tub and turned the water to hot, hoping a shower would help him clear his head. 

As he stood under the scalding stream, he leaned against the wall with one hand. He still had the selfie you sent him from his shower when he was at work. He had all the photos you sent him saved on his phone. He was dying to look at them again, but his phone was dead. The hot water was making him feel better and worse at the same time as he scrubbed every inch of his skin. 

All he could remember was the way he felt so good when he was with you for those seven minutes earlier. If he knew how to reach you or where to find you, he'd do it in an instant. You told him you were writing for another media outlet, but he had no idea if you were still living in New York or not. All he knew was what you told him about going to Anaheim for an exclusive interview with the Ducks. 

"Oh, shit," Bradley gasped as he quickly rinsed his shampoo out of his hair. When he was with you in Anaheim last month, you told him that you always stayed at the same hotel. The one next to the ballpark. Maybe you stayed there when you were covering hockey, too. 

His heart was pounding faster and harder now. If there was a chance you could be there, he'd go up and try to find you. Perhaps you'd let him try to explain himself and hear him out when he told you he loved you. As he quickly climbed out of the shower, his head was still spinning. He grabbed onto the sink vanity and looked around. His house was a mess. He was a mess. His life felt like a disaster, but if there was even a small chance he could see you one more time, he was dead set on bringing you back here with him. 

He fought through the urge to be sick again as he cleaned his bathroom while his bedding was in the washing machine. He finally folded all the laundry he'd been dumping onto his chair. Then he forced himself to eat some crackers before scrubbing the kitchen and making his bed. And all the while, he let his phone charge. 

When he powered it back on, he tried calling you again, but you were still not answering him. He tried not to consider the idea that this time you really may have blocked his number. "Ace," he whispered, replaying everything you'd said to him this morning in his mind. You mentioned that article you wrote about the Detroit Red Wings, but it was posted earlier this week when he deleted the New York Times app from his phone. 

Bradley collapsed on his couch in his clean underwear right in front of the coffee table which was still covered in baseball cards, and he downloaded the app again. His stomach was feeling better, his head was clear, and when he found the article, he started to read. It took him a bit to get to the part that he now understood was meant for him, and when he did, he read it over and over again.

I love Detroit. This is my seventy-ninth time visiting this city and eating the delicious square shaped pizza in the eight years that I've been writing for the New York Times. I've seen every major city in the United States countless times, and I've traveled all over the world. And while the articles I've written will live on in this format forever, the time has come for me to move on. 

I'm leaving the Times, but I'll still be around, hopping from city to city. Just maybe with a little less frequency. I left my overworked heart in one particular town, and I'm hoping to get back there as soon as I finish my next piece. Ten days just wasn't enough. I'm going to need a lot more. I'm ready for more.

He'd been ready for more since he met you, and all he wanted right now was to find you and bring you back home with him. If you loved him this morning, Bradley was hoping like hell there was a chance you could still love him tomorrow.

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The drive up to Anaheim was filled with tears as you replayed in your mind every embarrassing thing you'd told Bradley while you stood on his porch like an idiot. You poured your heart out to him while he had another woman inside. That bartender no less. He got back together with the bartender. 

This is what happens when you drag your feet and take too long to get your shit together; you lose out on the only man who seemed to really care about you. Bradley told you he was falling in love with you that last night in his bed with his arms wrapped securely around you. And you'd wriggled out of his grasp and called a cab while you cried so you didn't have to feel the pain of a proper goodbye when he dropped you off at the airport.

But you were paying for it now in spades. This was much, much worse. Your heart wasn't made for this kind of aching feeling. It was hard to breathe, and your eyes were stinging so badly as you parked at the hotel, you could barely see. It wasn't even check-in time yet, but you carried your luggage inside anyway. Luckily you'd been to this hotel so many times, they gave you a room that was ready and let you have the key early. You were just thankful it wasn't the same room you and Bradley had spent three evenings in together. 

Next time you stayed in Anaheim or San Diego for work, you'd have to find new hotels. As you let yourself into your room, the tears started up again. You wrenched Bradley's Padres jersey off and tossed it onto the floor along with your shoes, and then you curled up in bed. Your body shook as you sobbed and thought about the stupid golf ball that was in your suitcase. 

For some reason, you thought you could have it all. You took the time you needed to cut ties with Greg and the New York Times in favor of a job that would give you more flexibility with a boss who was mellow. You did that because of Bradley. He'd been right the whole time, about everything. But at the end of the day, you could have the job you never dreamed you deserved but not the man who you wanted to be with.

You napped for most of the day, and when you woke up, you felt somehow even worse. You couldn't stop thinking about the way Bradley had touched your cheek this morning as you took a hot shower. He was looking at you with longing in his eyes, you knew that much for sure. It must have just been a shock to his system to see you there. You should have called him back sooner. You should have done a lot of things sooner, but it was too late now.

An hour later you were sitting on the bed eating a pizza while you dabbed at your eyes with a napkin. You turned your phone off earlier when you stopped to get gas after Bradley kept calling you. The idea of turning it back on was almost too much. You didn't want to listen to him explain that he was sorry, but he'd moved on. You didn't want to read a bunch of texts from him either, but you had to turn your phone back on eventually. 

When you did, you swiped your notifications away without looking at them. And then you set an alarm for the morning so you'd have enough time to go out and get some coffee. There was no way you'd be able to sit in the same place you'd eaten the bad continental breakfast with Bradley. If you tried, you'd never make it through the interviews tomorrow. 

Eventually you fell asleep to thoughts of Bradley's voice and his big body curled up behind yours. In your dreams, you hadn't missed your opportunity with him. In your dreams, you never left him in the first place.

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Your alarm woke you up, and you got ready for the day. Your agenda was simple enough. Coffee. Hockey interviews. Then getting the fuck out of California. There would be no loose ends here now. No reason to keep your return date open ended. You could book your flight back to JFK for tomorrow morning. Maybe even a red eye tonight.  

And maybe it wasn't too late to extend your lease in Manhattan after all. The east coast suited you. California was probably an overrated place for you to put down some roots. It was all just a dream anyway, and you'd woken up from it yesterday on Bradley's porch. 

As you rode the elevator down to the lobby, you started slipping and thinking about his rough hands on your face. That was enough motivation for you to book your flight right now. You could fly out of Los Angeles tonight at 10:15 and land in New York as the sun was coming up. You were about to purchase the ticket as you walked through the hotel lobby when you heard his voice. 

"Ace."

Your steps slowed to a halt as you squeezed your eyes closed. He was here. You shivered at the deep raspy sound of the nickname he'd given you, and when you turned to your right, you saw him. He was actually here.

"Ace," he said again, softer this time as he took a tentative step closer to you. He looked tired, but his brown eyes were sincere as you really took him in. He was wearing a Toronto Blue Jays shirt along with his snug jeans. You'd missed him so much. Tears stung your eyes as you thought about how you had just wanted to get yourself sorted out before letting him know you were ready for him.

You sobbed softly as Bradley closed the distance to you, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. He looked like he was in agony as he tilted your face up, and you could see tears in his eyes, too. "I'm sorry, Ace," he whispered. "I never want to hurt you."

You tried to shake your head, but he didn't let go of you. Instead he wiped your tears away with his thumbs as your lips quivered. "No, Bradley. I'm sorry," you replied as you cried. "I'm sorry I just barged in on you without any notice yesterday. And I'm sorry it took me too long to figure my shit out. I'm just really sorry I'm too late."

Even when you squeezed your eyes closed, tears were leaking down your cheeks. You should have been embarrassed as Bradley kissed your forehead, but you melted into him instead. "Ace, you're not too late. You could never be too late."

You gave yourself three more seconds of the comfort of his body against yours, and then you took a step away from him and wiped your eyes with the backs of your hands. "I should have never come to your house like that."

"I told you to," he replied immediately. "I reminded you that you knew where to find me. I wanted you to come back to me, but I thought you didn't want anything to do with me. Ace, it's been over a month, and I hadn't heard a word from you."

You nodded. "It's my fault. You moved on, and that's okay. I'll get over it." You started to turn away, not sure exactly where you should go, and then his hand was reaching for yours. 

"I don't want you to get over it. I don't want you to get over me." His voice was pleading, but you couldn't even meet his eyes now as he held onto your hand. "I can't believe I fucked this up," he muttered looking at you with the saddest eyes.

"You didn't," you whispered. "I did. That girl you're with.... she's the one who works at the bar. I'm happy for you. She's the one you should be with. She'll be easier for you to date."

"What?" he asked, sounding confused as you pulled your hand away from his. You needed to get out of this hotel right now. You needed to be literally anywhere else as your tears started to overflow again. "Ace, there's only you."

When you headed for the exit, he was in front of you, reaching for you. "I need to go. I just... really need to go," you repeated, trying to get away from him, but you ended up in his arms as you cried. 

"Baby, I'm not dating anybody. How could I? Not after you," he whispered as he held you snug against his body.

"You're not?" you whispered, wiping your face on his shirt.

"No." He kissed the top of your head. "Of course not. I've been a fucking mess without you. The last five weeks have been miserable for me since you left. I convinced myself I'd never get to see you again," he said, his voice breaking on the words. "And on Friday night, I got drunk and told myself that getting her to come home with me would take some of the pain away." 

You held onto his shirt and forced your gaze up to meet his. "Did it work?"

He shook his head as he held eye contact with you. "No. And I'm an idiot for even thinking anyone else could come close to you. You're the Ace."

You licked your lips as Bradley took your hands tentatively in his and guided them around his neck. "So you're not dating her?"

"No. She and I are nothing."

"And you don't want to date her?"

"Absolutely not. I want to date you."

You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face along with more tears. "Are you sure? Because it's still going to be hard, even though I switched employers, and I don't know if-"

But then he was kissing you, those strong arms holding you in place as you tipped your head back. You had missed this so much, the steady feel of his body and the prickle of his mustache. He kissed you like he was afraid you were still going to leave.

He didn't let go of you as he begged, "Tell me you meant what you said about me in your Red Wings article. Tell me you still love me."

You smiled and pulled him closer so his lips met yours again. "I meant every word. I left my heart with you, because I knew I needed to change some things before I could have you." Your lips brushed his as you promised, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Ace," he replied right away, letting his forehead rest on yours. He was finally smiling now as he said, "Let me take you home. You should stay there with me. We can ship your stuff out, but you should stay."

He kissed the tears on your cheeks and then your lips until you were both smiling. "I have to interview these hockey players first. Feel like coming on another exclusive with me? Being my assistant again?"

His mustache brushed along your cheek, and he whispered your name. "Yes, but after that, you're coming back to help me organize my baseball cards after you change into a pair of my socks. And you're staying forever. It's non negotiable."

"It's non negotiable," you agreed.

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Twelve weeks later...

You dragged your suitcase out to the living room where Bradley was just putting the finishing touches on the new bookcase you and he got to hold all of your important things. He had lined up some of his dad's baseball cards that he got certified next to your growing collection of sports biographies. You actually had time to read now that you weren't writing on the road nearly every day. 

"Don't forget about this," you said, and he turned just in time to catch the blue golf ball you tossed at him.

His brow furrowed. "You're not taking it with you to Tampa?"

"No," you replied casually. "I don't really need it since you're joining me in a few days."

He set it down on the shelf next to the empty champagne bottle before stepping around the world's laziest dog and heading your way. "Okay, so I fly in on Friday night after Nat drops me at the airport here. Then you'll pick me up from the Tampa airport in your rental car. We'll make love in the hotel room, and then on Saturday we get to watch the Blue Jays play together."

Your boyfriend looked so excited, you ran your fingers back through his hair and kissed him softly. "We get to watch the Blue Jays together. Even though it's just a spring training game."

"It's a warmup for when we go to Toronto this summer," he reminded you. "And honestly, I'm just excited to get to do this with you." 

He was wearing his Blue Jays shirt again, the one he told you he bought in a moment of weakness when he was missing you in November. He looked so good in it, you really didn't want to leave right now. But you had to. Velocity Report had been more than generous with their flexibility, and they let you hand pick most of your assignments. You'd chosen major league baseball spring training so Bradley could tag along with you.

"Can't wait until my best intern joins me in Florida."

"Shit. I guess I really am your dog walker now," he mumbled, leaning in to try to kiss you as you laughed. 

You made out with him until his hands were up inside the Padres jersey you were wearing with your leggings. "I love you. I'll see you on Friday."

"I love you too, Baby. Friday night, you're all mine," he rasped as you walked toward the door. 

"Oh, before I forget, you should check my new bio on the Velocity website. Abigail just uploaded it." You watched Bradley scrolling on his phone as you left the living room behind with a smile and headed out on your next assignment

....Known as 'Ace' to her friends and family, she's likely to be trying out all of the local foods when she's working. But when she's not globetrotting to bring you the best sports stories and interviews around, she can be found in San Diego where she lives with her boyfriend and their extremely lazy dog, Blue Jay.

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Thanks for reading about Bradley and Ace! I love the comfort and care they so obviously give each other, and I think they belong together. Put down some roots in Cali, Ace. Thanks Kevin Costner from 1999. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[bangchanisinmymind]

little one

paring; bangchan x reader

"hey baby I'm home" chris says while closing the front door walking inside searching for you. "in the kitchen channie" you replied without wasting anymore time, inviting him to meet you. "oh love you look so cute in my clothes" he said hugging you tightly and leaving light pecks on your exposed neck and jawline. you were wearing one of his sweaters that fitted you like a dress and a small pair of shorts that disappeared underneath his shirt.

"how you've been channie" you said between happy giggles 'I've missed you so much my love, so much, missed being inside you" he muttered kissing your neck and smelling your hair "I missed you too channie can you make me feel good now?" you whispered, unable to speak properly, he was just kissing your neck not even biting, yet you were already wet.

"of course little one" he said and before you could even process what happened he was carrying you to your shared bedroom "how did you call me?" you said after a few seconds of curiosity since he had never used this nickname "little one, why? you're my little girl aren't you?" he answered stripping both of you out of your clothing. "ah- yes I am channie your little girl"

you were both completely naked and he was marking your neck and chest. his big hands exploring every inch of you tiny -compared to his at least- body. pressing on the right places, your desperate clit, your dripping hole, your soft thighs, your hard nipples. he knows were you need him to be. after covering your upper body with his marks, he stood up on his knees above you, just the sight made your mouth water, little whines left your swollen lips as he teased you hole with his middle finger.

"channie please- in" you whined, for how long could you handle this. "my pretty baby I know I know you'll feel good" he whispered finally inserting his finger, moving in and out slowly rubbing your walls before removing it and replacing it with three at once making you scream at the stretch before reaching a godly pace. "channie please im- I'm close so close" you managed to say between your loud moans and whimpers.

"no love im sorry, you won't come without me inside you" he said pressing his leaking tip against your core bottoming out the second he felt the warmth inside you. "oh god how can you still be so tight" he panted "ah channie you're huge oh my god" you whimpered feeling your walls stretching deliciously around him as he touched every part of you you could ever imagine. "channie please do something ah- move I'm close so close" you cried out practically for help since you couldn't move; his one hand intertwining with yours next to your head and the other one holding your hips firmly; his massive dick all inside you didn't allow you even to think yet along move.

"my tiny baby so helpless under me" he let out before he began moving, slow at first torturous rubbing your insides before getting close as well. you both knew neither could last long so you just went with it, him fucking into you like crazy, desperate to reach his own and your high. soon, the knot in your stomach was released and he followed spreading his warm seed inside you before resting his head on your chest.

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ʚ 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 l 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌

warnings: 18+ ⁝ unprotected sex, oral, pinning, public sex, marking

→ 𝖼han

in the studio;

you guys have sex here often since this where he spends most of his time and when he comes home he arrives really late finding you already asleep or very tired;

considering the reason above, sometimes you just show up there and sit on his lap maybe teasing him a bit, grinding your hips against him in attempt to make him take a break and give you his attention;

i feel there is a lot of oral, mainly you giving him blowjobs to help him release his pent-up stress.

i also think that he might bend you over his desk and pound into you senseless.

→ minho

in a public bathroom of a restaurant;

he gives me vibes of exhibitionism (i'm sorry-);

every so often you guys have a date in a fancy restaurant where you usually wear something revealing just to turn him on;

usually it ends up with him giving you small signs for you to follow him, like rubbing his hand slowly on your thigh or resting it on your waist;

you always go after him, going inside the restaurant's bathroom before he just pushes inside one of the stalls;

he doesn't even care if someone heard you, he just wants to ruin you ♡

→ changbin

in the living room;

the first time this happened was when you two were watching a horror movie since he enjoyed them and you wanted to make him happy. however, when a jump scare showed up on the screen you jumped to his lap rubbing your ass in his crotch accidentally;

he turned off the tv immediately and pinned you against the couch, making you feel the effect you had on him;

and well i think you know what happened next-

→ hyunjin

in a fitting room of a clothes shop;

frequently you and hyunjin went shopping together since he loves fashion just like you;

yet one day you tried on an outfit that accentuated your curves well and had some cleavage, showing your skin under the dim lights of the fitting room;

he looked at you and entered the compartment closing the curtain behind him and pushing you against the wall;

it would end up with him covering your mouth to prevent your noises.

→ jisung

in the shower;

he comes back home usually exhausted from his intense practice. therefore, he tugs you often with him inside of the bathroom of your suite;

he picks you up bridal style and places you inside the shower, hugging you from behind with his arm tangled around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck while he slips into you;

i think he wouldn't want to go really rough on these occasions and you would have slow and gentle sex.

→ felix

in a swimming pool;

one day you threw a party at your place that had a swimming pool in the backyard;

after all the guests left, you were alone with felix, his toned torso exhibiting due to the moonlight's rays;

he swam to where you were standing and placed your legs around his waist, kissing you passionately which ended up leading to a make-out session and heating things up...

→ seungmin

in the kitchen;

when you are in the kitchen cooking while wearing nothing but seungmin's shirt and your panties, your ass almost popping up from under your clothes, it's game over for him;

when he enters the room he eyes you up and down and gulps at the sight;

he would approach you from behind and grab your ass firmly, placing you on the kitchen counter spreading your legs while sucking on your neck and traveling down south...

→ jeongin

in the bedroom;

he loves a good classic but what he mainly adores about this is returning home and seeing you laying down in your shared bed still awake waiting for him. it just warms his heart knowing you care so much about him;

a lot of times, he would just cuddle with you but sometimes, he simply stares intensely at your body since he can't help it and moves to the bed, placing you on his lap. he undresses you gently and marks your body with hickeys while entering you to show his affection;

i think on occasion he could get pretty rough while thrusting into you if he had a particular stressful day.

[doki-doki-imagines]

hello there!hope you're doing great!! if you take resquets, may i ask for hcs about mk1 characters(maybe earthrealm champions, liu kang, syzoth, ashrah; sorry that's too much, you can choose those who you like best) reacting to gn reader suddenly hugging them really tight, and when they ask the reader, they explain themselves feeling cute agression and an urge to squeeze the life out of them,, sorry if it seems weird or anything, you can ignore it if you wish so!

author note: went with the last three and johnny! If you want you can request other characters too! You are lucky to have that kind of reaction, usually I either want to jump out of the window or punch them in the face LOL

Johnny Cage: -He is cooking, or better putting stuff together, hoping it will turn edible, when he feels your tight hug. -Your arms encircling his waist, your head laying on his back. -"Mh? What happened?" Johnny asks, with mirth in his voice. "You are so cute cooking for us. I had to impulse to hug you. You are just so fucking cute." You say into the back of his grey shirt, ending your speech with a kiss on his neck. -If you could see his face you would notice a smile taking most of Johnny's face. He so wants to kick his feet in the air like some schoolgirl. -But instead Johnny punches the kitchen wall cabinet, before turning around finally ready to give you the same amount ot sweetness. -It seems like you aren't the only one suffering for cute aggression.

Liu Kang: -He was simply helping one of the monk in daily chores when he hears you calling him. -Liu Kang excuses himself, a god that has his dna imbued in humilty, and walks toward you in a secluded area where usually nobody comes. The ruin of old temples all around, nature overflowing from every corner. -Liu Kang doesn't have the time to ask what is going on, your arms around his neck, grip tight. Your lips smack in between his eyebrows before you stick your face in the nook of his neck. -"Oh wow. I suppose thanks?" He says, lips near enough to your ears that you feel inside you the low chuckles that bloom from his throat. "You were so nice out there. You are a god but you still help us anyway, you are so nice Liu." You say, whining in his neck, leaving another kiss there. "You are so good Liu, you are such a good god." You keep blabbering, but without any other reason that thinking it for real, wanting to make him feel good. -You see, Liu Kang doesn't suffer of cute aggression, but being told he did a good action, that he is a good boy sparks…something else. -"Liu? Is your temperature rising? Are you fine?" You ask, looking up into his eyes. He nods, before breaking the hug, but now holding your hand, pulling you who knows where. -His won't be the only temperature rising.

Syzoth: -He is studying in the library and you are sitting in front of him, bored out of your mind. -You start to look at your boyfriend face, noticing how the little ray of sun lighted his face, making his green eyes shine under those long blond-ish lashes, the hood of his uniform covering his head, but some of his hair brighten under the sun. -The points of his tongue wet his lips while turning page after page, searching more and more of his origins. -Syzoth is concentrated, eyebrows furrowed, almost looking angry, but you could only see cuteness radiating from his body. -So you do the obvious next step; sitting next to him and hugging his neck till he almost chokes. -"Oh! What is happening? Did something scare you?" Syzoth asks, mostly worried. You kiss the top of his head, still covered by the green hood before saying "No, you are just tremendously cute while studying. My hot nerd." You mumble, still hugging him. -Syzoth doesn't really understand this, not used to these acts of affection, but you seem happy. You called him cute, doezn't know what a nerd is, so he relaxes under your touch. -When you let him go, Syzoth goes back to his book, but will keep an arm around your waist to feel you close to him.

Ashrah: -You are preparing tea for both of you, while Ashrah is sitting on grass, at the entrance of Wu Shi forest. -When the hot beverages are finally ready, you exit the kitchen, and you see her. -Ashrah is surrounded by nature, obviously, but you see some magic in there. The bees seem to create happy dances in the air, butterflies, so big and colourful flying from flowers to flowers and then- -A cute bird lay on Ashrah's shoulder. She turns around and smiles at the creature that chirps before flying away, leaving a happy smile on the demon's face. -She looked like an angel. -You throw the cups on the grass (thankfully, they don't break in million pieces), and run towards her. The hug is so powerful that she ends up laying on the ground with you on top. -"Hey! Is everything fine?" "Yes, you are simply the most beautiful being ever." You say, before kissing her fully on the lips. -She pats your head, happy at least that you are not hurt. -"I'd still like tea-" "Yeah, yeah I'll make it again. Just let me rest in your arms a little longer…" -You soon fell asleep on her.

[ferigrieving]

born a weapon.

⊹ ࣪ i know there’s better brothers / but you’re the only one thats mine.

a.n the todoroki brothers fic i wish i had. godblesss touya eldest sister syndrome todoroki

⤷ masterlist ; requests open ; i. goodnight moon (here) ; ii. count to three ; 2.8k words

the apartment whispers of age and neglect, walls tinged with stories untold. in the dim light, shadows dance, as the night pulls a cloak over the day. the sky bleeds in hues of blues and purples, the symphony of the city life dying down as the hours passed.

shoto often had a hard time sleeping at night, opting instead to stare wide eyed at the ceiling before sleep would take him. at five years old, he knew he wasn't afraid of monsters under the bed, or creatures that lived in his closet.  he of course, could not comprehend this idea, but found that it was having to be all by himself that scared him the most.

“...nii-san?”

he called out, his voice a small, scared whisper that carried through the old apartment. you and touya had left him alone in your bedroom, having other matters to attend to, all tucked in with a stuffed cougar you had gifted his older brother when you were younger.

touya sighed, running a hand through his newly dyed hair, the pitch black strands catching in the light of the moon. he exchanged a look with you, in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, and sighed. he had hoped for a quiet night, but shoto needed you two, and what kind of brother would deny him such simple things?

you opened the door quietly, flinching at the creeeaaak of the door hinges. you’d have to ask touya to buy some WD-40 when he went out again. the little boy sat up, eyes wide, as he clutched the worn-out cougar. the remnants of tears sparkled on his cheek, and you felt a pang in your chest. you hadn't even heard him cry.

“couldn't sleep, huh sho’?” touya hummed, voice soften than usual. he sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his little brother’s hair. it was getting long, and you wondered if shoto would let you cut it. clambering onto the mattress beside him, you laid in some sort of curved position on your side, propping up your head in your hand.  “how ‘bout a story, lil’ man?”

his face lit up, nodding slightly as if he had never been offered such a luxury.  you fumbled around for one of the story books you had kept from all those years ago, fingers ghosting over a run-down copy of goodnight moon.

“once upon a time.”

shoto listened with wide eyes, blue and gray wide and glittering with unshed tears. his stuffed cougar was held close, a thumb in his mouth and hair messy. touya had settled against the headboard at this point, arms looped around one of his pale knees. you could tell out of the corner of his eye that he was trying not to care, but the way his eyes began to droop told you otherwise.

you turn the page, letting the words fall from your lips in practiced rhythms. you had read this book to shoto and touya innumerable times, sometimes all snuggled together like this. most times it ended with all three of you piled into your bed, shoto passed out between the two of you.

as you continued, shoto shifted, crawling out from under the covers. he moved to crawl onto your lap, resting the side of his head against your thighs. 

he continued to suck on his thumb as you two read him the story, the sound of crickets and cars faintly heard through the open window. touya looked almost bored, one long leg kicked out in front of him, but his eyes were soft as they watched his little brother.

when you finished, shoto made a soft noise as protest, the hand clutching his cougar falling away from his face. his thumb was shiny with spit, but neither you nor touya were going to make a comment.

“again.” he mumbled, tugging at the end of your shirt. his voice was slurred, as if he was fighting sleep on three fronts.

“...again?”

he nodded, his expression solemn. “one more time.”

touya huffed a soft laugh, resting his temple against the heel of his hand. “ya want them to tire their voice out, ya little monster?” 

shoto’s shoulders visibly slumped, but his bottom lip pushed into a pout. “but nii-san,” he whined, glancing over at touya. “just ‘nother story.”

“yeah, nii-san.” with a shit eating grin, you reached over to hand touya the book, careful not to disrupt shoto as he lay on you. “just another story.”

touya’s eyes widened slightly, before he rolled them as he sat up. taking the book from you, he settled back against the headboard, and sighed. “you’re the worst.”

he accepted the worn-down storybook, shifting forward so his stomach rested on his legs. he began flipping through the pages, the spine creaking softly.

shoto beamed, his hand reaching up to grab a strand of his brother’s hair. he tugged on it softly, giggling when touya pretended to bite at him.

“yeah alright,” he huffed, cracking the book open as he began to read. shoto instantly brightened, scooting over so he could lean against his older brother. touya’s voice always sounded slightly raspy, his words slow and drawled, and he definitely wasn’t as good as reading stories as you were.

after the accident, touya’s voice was shot, in every shape and form. it reminded you of a chain-smoker, raspy and rough. he didn't speak for nearly half the year, and you had to resort to writing him notes on your phone as a some sort of communication. in the time, you learned how to pick up all the little mannerisms and non-verbal cues that he showed, whether he was aware of it or not.

by the time he had finished reading the story again, shoto was fast asleep, the little boy drooling against the side of your leg, his stuffed cougar held tight to his chest. 

touya closed the book, placing it down on the windowsill before shifting, moving into a more comfortable position. you didn't have enough money to fully furnish the apartment, opting instead to buy only the essentials. even if that meant sleeping on a shitty mattress on the floor.

“he has you wrapped around his little finger,” your murmured softly, running a hand through shoto’s messy hair.

touya rolled his eyes, though the gesture lacked any sort of malice. a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as his gaze softened, looking at his sleeping little brother with quiet fondness. 

“so do you,” he pointed out, nudging your leg with his foot. his expression was nonchalant, but his tone held something affectionate underneath.

“but you’re biased and whipped,” you deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. a smirk tugged at his lips, showing fang-like canine teeth. your laugh was soft, quiet to avoid waking the sleeping boy. “what happened to the big bad touya i used to know?” 

touya shrugged, resting his head back against the wall. he rolled his shoulders, the old band shirt clinging to his torso.

“i guess i just got real soft, huh?” he chuckled, resting a hand over his stomach.  his eyes flicked down to his sleeping brother, a complicated mix of emotions flashing across his face. 

shoto looked so peaceful like this, features slack and hands curled into loose fists. a messy strand of red  hair fell over his forehead, and you reached out to move it aside. he reminded you of touya when he was little. you remember watching his hair turn from red, to half, to fully white. and now, black.

touya had always struggled with change, but it became worse as he grew older. he wasn’t the happy-go-lucky little kid he used to be, but that wasn’t inherently a bad thing. there was a quiet maturity that came with everything he had been through, but sometimes you missed the silly kid that ran around with a too-big smile.

the sight always made you a little sad, seeing the reminder of the years that had passed. both touya and shoto were so different now, and yet still so alike in a way. 

“he looks like you, when you were little,” you whispered, voice soft in the silence of the night. shoto snored softly against your leg, chest rising and falling in a slow pattern.

touya hummed, tilting his head to look at you. the light of the moon caught the bridge piercing he’d gotten a couple weeks ago, and you thought, once again, on how grown up he’s become. 

“i guess he does, huh?” he murmured.

he looked down at his little brother, the lines around his eyes softening, the usual scowl smoothing over into an expression you hadn’t seen in ages. “just the hair though. personality wise, he’s like you. quiet, kinda stubborn.”

you could practically see his memories playing behind his eyes, expression distant as they flicked from shoto to you. he looked almost lost in thought, and you wondered what exactly he was remembering. the fan hanging above you was slowly creaking around as it spun, in dire need of lubrication.

shoto shifted in his sleep, rolling over to press his face into your stomach. both you and touya cringed in unison, silently thankful that he didn’t drool on your shirt.

“come here,” you whispered, shifting into a reclining position with shoto practically draped over your lap. touya raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told, leaning against your shoulder with his arms crossed. 

he felt warm against your side, the weight of his head reassuring. a comfortable silence blanketed the room, the only sounds being shoto’s soft snores and cars speeding along the roads outside.

touya’s hair tickled your neck, the strands soft on your skin. he didn’t say anything, but you could almost hear the cogs turning behind his eyes. 

you felt his breath ghost along your jawline. 

“...this isn’t so bad, huh?” he mumbled, his low voice making your skin tingle.

“mm. how’d we get so lucky?”

“ya know,” touya said suddenly, breaking the silence. his voice was low, as to not disturb the sleeping boy resting against you. his eyes were half closed, gaze fixed on the small bed across from the two of you. 

he didn’t say anything else, just sitting in the silence and staring at the empty sheets. after a few moments, you turned to look at him, tilting your head.  “know what?”

touya hummed, bringing a hand up to his face. he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, the dark circles beneath them prominent in the light of the moon. 

“nothing. ‘s stupid.” he murmured, leaning a bit more into your side. the weight was welcome, and you moved to wrap an arm around his thin shoulders.

“touya.”

touya huffed a chuckle, a smile playing on his lips. the sound was quiet, but seemed to echo in the semi-darkness. 

he leaned into your touch, allowing you to pull him closer. “it’s nothing, it’s just—“ 

he stopped mid-sentence, words catching in his throat. his chest heaved as he sighed, fingers curling tight around the hem of his shirt.

“im so lucky to be alive.”

you smiled weakly as his chin found it’s way to your shoulder, his breath fanning across your collarbone. 

touya was rarely emotional these days, closed off and reserved in a way that he never had been before. so listening to him express himself, even for a moment, was like holding glass in your palms. 

he huffed softly, eyes fixed on the ceiling before he spoke again. “i’m glad i’m still here with you.”

he was so vulnerable like this, tired and slumped against your side. he felt impossibly thin, all sharp angles and boney limbs. 

“i don’t even know why…” he trailed off, and you felt a pang in your chest as he swallowed. “how the hell did i get so lucky, huh?”

“–nii-san?” shoto mumbled, and both you and touya sat up at the sound of his voice. had he been awake this whole time?

you looked down, and you were thankful for the half-asleep look on his face, eyes drooping and hair messier than ever. he looked adorably tired, clinging to the stuffed cougar with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. 

“what’s wrong, ya’ little monster?” touya grinned, taking shoto’s small, small hands in his.

“sleepy,” shoto slurred, rubbing at one of his eyes again. his other hand reached for touya, grasping at the air almost in a silent plea. touya chuckled, leaning forward to gather his little brother into his arms. 

he settled shoto against his chest, the little boy curling up like a cat with his face tucked into the crook of touya’s neck.

shoto was practically limp in touya’s hold, face pressed into his brother’s shoulder and hands curled tight around the front of his shirt. he let out a soft sigh, his body going lax in touya’s arms. he breathed in, nose pressing against his brother’s collarbone, before making a quiet whine. 

touya rocked him slightly, a hand rubbing the small of shoto’s back. “c’mon, little man. go back to sleep.” he muttered, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

shoto mumbled something, so quiet that neither you nor touya could make it out, before falling silent. touya ran his fingers through the dual-toned locks of shoto’s hair, letting out a soft sigh. 

he tilted his head, looking up at you from under the shadow of his eyelashes. he mouthed ‘help?’ looking equal parts amused and exhausted.

you shook your head, mouthing a ‘it’s your turn, nii-san��� back before crawling off the bed and tip-toeing out of the room to the kitchen, a shit eating grin on your face.

touya’s eyes widened as you got up, an offended expression on his face. he tried to protest, opening his mouth to say something, but quickly shut his mouth when shoto whimpered in his lap. 

he turned to shoot a glare your way, mouthing ‘i hate you’ with as much venom as he could muster.

‘i love you too.’

touya huffed, flipping you off before turning back to focus on his sleepy little brother. shoto had shifted so that his head was resting against touya’s shoulder, face almost hidden in the fabric of his shirt. 

touya’s expression softened, hand returning to shoto’s messy locks. he looked almost fond as he stroked the kid’s hair, a silent sigh escaping him.

he laid back against the wall, one of his hands holding shoto’s lax form against his chest. the kid’s breaths were slow and even, and touya could feel the rise and fall of his little brother’s chest with every breath. 

you had left the room, and touya was left alone with his thoughts. he glanced down at shoto, who slept peacefully in his arms, before turning his gaze out of the window.

the lights of the city glittered far below, shining like stars against an inky black canvas. touya thought, sometimes, about how easy it’d be to jump, to finally take action and end his miserable existence. 

but as he rocked shoto in his arms, he knew that he couldn’t do that. he couldn’t leave his little brother, not now, not ever. shoto needed him. he needed him in a way his father could never be there for him.

so he sat back, forcing the thoughts from his mind and focusing instead on the weight of his little brother in his lap. with shoto tucked safely in his arms, touya allowed himself to close his eyes. 

he didn’t sleep, too afraid that he would have the same nightmares he’d had since he was sixteen, since he was ten, since he was four. he was content to rest here in the silence and just hold shoto.

so touya sat in the quiet, the sound of city life far below filling his ears. he listened as shoto’s breathing grew slow and steady, as the clock on the wall ticked, as the cars whirred by outside. 

he closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of shoto’s messy hair, and thought about how much his little brother had grown.

he felt almost protective as he sat there, mind fuzzy and tired. he’d do anything to keep shoto safe, to make sure that the kid never had to deal with the sort of messed up life that he had. 

touya exhaled, the breath soft against his brother’s skin. a strange sort of warmth filled his chest, and the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

four years ago, shoto was a tiny thing, just barely out of infancy. he could hardly hold his own head up alone, and was a mess of tears and baby clothes and sticky fingers. 

now he was a little boy, with messy hair and a bright smile, the soft beginnings of a personality beginning to show. he was loud and playful and stubborn, but affectionate and kind and loving. 

touya was so proud of him.

[stubz]

grandma said

"I wonder what's taking Max so long?" mumbled the human, waiting with several younglings and children for the other human to come so that they can leave the centre.

"Kim can we go now?"

"Not until Max and Ezshi come."

"But Ezshi takes light years to get ready~" whined the child.

"I know but--"

A wail like no other echoed throughout the halls. The screams bounced off the walls into the human's body, from their heart to their skull they felt the vibrations of the child.

"Cover your ears and stay here!" they said before sprinting inside the classroom.

The wailing grew the closer they got to the source which was little Ezshi who was being comforted by the other human.

"What happened?!" even at Kim's loudest her yells were easily drowned out the reptilian's wails and cries.

Max pointed at the youngling and she looked down to see their tail swollen and slightly discolored. He then drew her attention to the door leading outside of the centre.

Ah shit it had to be the tail. As younglings Caimunes had incredibly sensitive tails as they were still developing the necessary healing abilities to allow them to regrow them.

'Anyting I can do?' she texted.

'Just take the others to the garden without us. Ezshi' cries r probably hurting some of their ears. Text management to send over a sub in my place and close the door to muffle the noise.'

'K, gud luck' and with that she left leading the younglings far away from the pained wails.

.

..

...

What the hell do I do!? They don't want an ice pack or a cold cloth or me to even breath on it and it'll be at least another 15 minutes till Eza get's here...

The poor human had spent the last 15 minutes trying to comfort and help the youngling to no avail. He tried applying first aid but Ezshi wailed even louder at the thought of anything touching their tail. The human then tried soothing them with words and rubbing circles on their back but that had only worked for mere seconds at a time.

So far the only thing he managed to do was give them a pillow to sit on and reassure them that their Bubba was coming as fast as they can.

A Caimunes tail is the most sensitive body part, equivalent to a human's fingers or toes...think think think. This isn't that far from when I slammed my finger in the closet door so what was done to help me?

He cried; just like Ezshi. He didn't want anyone to touch it; just like Ezshi. He calmed down but that was because he trusted his parents when they put his hand under cold water.

There has to be something...

"Oh." and Ezshi whimpered for the human had gotten up and went to the small kitchen they had.

*wHinNE*

"Don't worry I'm coming back buddy. I just remembered something that could help. Something my Grandma once said." they opened the top cupboard and came back with a small bag.

"Now don't tell anyone about this because this is for next week," he took out a small wrapped upped square and began to open it, "but my Grandma said that it's harder to be sad when eating something sweet so we're going to give it a try." he placed the small smooth square into the youngling's claw.

They sniffed it then plopped it into their mouth. It was strange to them. It was hard but then chewy and sticky. Sweet but tangy.

"It's called a Starburst. A candy from Earth."

The youngling started to cry once again but to the human's relief it was a much quieter cry.

"What does it taste like?"

"...*whimper*"

"Is it sweet?"

Nod*

"Kinda tangy?"

Shake*

A little sour?"

Shake*

"Just sweet?"

Nod*

"Huh, usually I find that flavor to be a little tangy. It's cherry by the way."

"...can I have another one?"

"Of course."

They sat like that until Eza came. Max fed Ezshi different flavors and asked them questions about the flavor until he had them try and guess which flavor they were eating. By then the cries were far and few between one another.

Later when the Caimunes had left the human was contacted by the med bay about a hearing test as 90% of those who hear a youngling Caimun wail go deaf. Max was ultimately fine and actually found the experience interesting as he had experienced a full inner/outer body vibration from the soundwaves coming from Ezshi

[loveshotzz]

Older!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Part two to a request by @sweetsweetjellybean but the stories not that deep this could be read as a stand alone too. (Link to part one on my masterlist)

Summary: Steve can’t keep his hands off you after last night.

Warnings: 18 +! age gap Steve is in his early 40’s and reader is in her early 20’s. Steve is reader’s best friends dad and he’s a menace in this one, Fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, un protected p in v sex although reader mentions birth control still (wrap it up!)

A/N: this is my Christmas/holiday present to you or whatever you celebrate, enjoy this kinda holiday fic. This was not suppose to be this long lol, but the whore in me came out for older!steve what can I say? you can blame @newlips for it. She said this would be the last nail in her Steve coffin so naturally I had to do it.

Word count 4.1k

The black lace set looked even dirtier in your hands after last night when you pulled it out of your suitcase. You hadn’t gotten much sleep after he left, your mind too busy replaying the way he split you open from behind and his low grunts of satisfaction vibrating against your ear. It was almost enough to have you touching yourself again with his cum still dripping from your walls. Still remembering his request before he casually greeted his daughter - your best friend, you slipped your red wrap around dress you’d bought especially for this trip over it. The thong left no trace of lines under the smooth material, you hoped he’d notice.

Sheer black tights cover the expanse of your legs leaving you some modesty making the length a little more family friendly, a little more casual, before you finally pad down the stairs to voices in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon hits your nose as you round the corner, the loud pops of the grease breaking over the sounds of his smooth voice as he asks his daughter the usual questions about plans after college. Sitting at the island your eyes catch your best friend’s first, her smile lighting up the room in a way that makes you feel a small pang of guilt deep in your gut. Her boyfriend next to her, lost in the sports section of the paper, just gives you a small wave and a quiet ‘hey’.

“Don’t you look cute for Christmas Eve! Is that a new dress?” The excitement in her voice made it obvious she wanted to change whatever subject was being talked about before you entered the room.

You could feel the heat of his eyes on you, his daughter's comment bringing his attention to your presence. Refusing to look at him you were too scared that one glance would give what had happened last night away.

“You know, after weeks in sweatpants studying till my brains went numb I just wanted to dress up a little.” Your lie sounds almost believable, but you know Steve doesn’t believe it. Not anymore.

“You’ll dress up for Christmas at my Dad’s but not to go out on dates? I’ll never understand you.” Cheeks burning from her comment, the cedar of his cologne alerts you of his presence behind you first. His hand on your lower back, second.

“You look lovely.” It’s almost a whisper as he leans over to set down the plate of steaming bacon, their grease soaking the paper towels underneath it much like the scene in the lace of your panties. Finally allowing yourself to meet his gaze you instantly regret it when your thighs clench together. The small smirk he gives before walking away tells you he caught it.

Breakfast was more than you’d bargained for, Jenny’s boyfriend’s attendance making the normal seating arrangement change. Sitting in your usual place next to her, you found yourself next to Steve who sat at the head of the table. His knee bumping into yours every so often you push the scrambled eggs around on your plate as you try to focus on the sound of her voice. Telling everyone a story you’ve heard a million times it’s hard for you not to fixate on him being so close. His proximity has you squirming in your seat, the throb between your legs making you needy for any kind of friction.

It takes you a minute to register that it’s his fingertips brushing across the material of your tights, his complete and undivided attention on his daughter while he answers whatever question she’d asked. Long fingers push the bottom of your dress up as they make their descent towards the heat radiating from between your legs. When he reaches the thin strap of your thong wrapped snuggly around your hip you press your thighs together to try to block his path. Eyes going big you look up from your plate only to be met with his perfect poker face as he listens to Jenny’s boyfriend talk.

You had no idea what the conversation was about. How could you?

Squeezing at your doughy flesh, his aggressiveness makes you part like the red sea. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you decide to take a sip of your orange juice, doing everything you can to act normal. Cheeks tingling with the heat of the sun when his fingers reach your dripping covered lips. Feeling how you’ve soaked through both layers, your slick easily coats his skin.

Snorting into your cup when he adds a little bit of pressure to your bundle of nerves, he tries to cover up his groan with a forced cough when he yanks his hand away. He wasn’t expecting it to feel like that. He’d hardly touched you.

Jenny’s too wrapped up in a small argument with her boyfriend to notice the weird behavior, something that happened all the time but you were more than thankful now for the distraction.

Pushing your seat back the need for air and space becomes all consuming, your body vibrating from how turned on it was. You needed to calm down.

“Let me start on the dishes, I can clean Mr. Harrington you cooked. Spend time with Jenny.” Not knowing that calling him that makes his cock twitch now, you pick up the half empty plates not daring to meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to do the dishes!” Jenny argues ignoring her boyfriend in mid sentence.

“Please, it’s the least I can do really. Besides I like cleaning, you know that.” Smirking at her, she was always giving you shit for how reorganizing your drawers and scrubbing walls was your way to decompress.

“This is true, but still I feel bad it’s my house too.” Jutting out her bottom lip in a pout you shoot her down quickly.

“Stop, I promise it’s okay.” Half way out of the dining room you catch his blown out eyes as they zero in on you. The realization he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him was doing things to you that you couldn’t describe, and before you let him bend you over the table in front of everyone you had to escape.

—-

Once the dishes were done, you were in the zone. Organizing the ingredients he’d left sloppily about the kitchen you started the rounds of putting everything back in its proper place. Grabbing the dry ingredients you make your way to the giant walk-in pantry he had, always overwhelmed by how much he could keep in there. It was probably big enough to fit a small bed inside. Eyes scanning his somewhat put together shelves, the sound of their voices draw closer.

“It’s still in the trunk I swear that’s where I put it.” Jenny’s clipped tone catches your attention as her and her boyfriend walk past, him grumbling in response.

“I’m not going out there alone to look, you’re coming with me.” Smirking at how whipped she had him, you knew he was already tugging on his boots.

Reaching up on your tippy toes to put the flour up on the top shelf, the slam of the front door makes you jump at the same time Steve’s body presses flush against yours. Gasping when you feel his hard cock through his slacks push into the folds of your ass, his lips connect with your neck almost instantly. Big hands grabbing at every inch of your body as he ruts himself into you slow enough to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck - Steve, we’re gonna get caught.” The whine in your voice makes your protest sound feeble when he sucks on the delicate spot behind your ear just hard enough not to leave a mark.

Nose nudging against the back of your ear his voice comes gruffer than you were expecting. He wasn’t in control of himself right now.

“We have at least five minutes. Baby you were soaked at the table. Was all of that for me?” Hand reaching between your thighs he cups and palms at your already throbbing cunt. Your hips meeting the motion of his hand on their own accord finally getting a little of the friction you’d been needing since he fucked you last night.

“Mmmhmm I’m always like this around you..” Throwing your head back on his shoulder, the five o’clock shadow covering his jaw rubs rough against your cheek. “For years.”

Groaning low the movements of his hand picks up its pace at your confession, it feels good but it only makes the throb deep in your gut worse. You needed more.

As if reading your mind, he rips a hole in the crotch of your tights, a growl emanating from his chest as he does it. One hand roughly gripping your jaw to turn your head so he can collect your lips while the other moves your underwear to the side to push two fingers into your needy dripping mess of a hole.

His tongue catches your moans as he starts a slow pace, relishing in the way he feels the velvet of your walls constrict around him with every touch. The rocking of your hips making the soft flesh of your ass stroke him through his slacks.

“Want me to fill you up again huh?” Lips brushing against yours as he speaks he watches the way your eyes flutter open to meet his blown out gaze. Nodding dumbly you can’t find the words hanging in the back of your throat when he curls his fingers in a way that makes your face scrunch up and jaw go slack.

“Answer me pretty girl, I need to hear it.” The sounds of your slick squelching should be enough to embarrass you but it only makes it worse.

“Yes, please.” Grinding your hips against him, your desperation to cum takes over all self control. “I almost had to touch myself again last night, I kept it all inside.”

Fingers stopping their movements you feel his cock twitch at your words, moaning loud enough to get caught he adds the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit. The movements of his wrist return with a quickened pace to make sure you see stars when you cum.

The sound of the front door is almost lost on the both of you until the slam of their boots kicking off snow against the carpet breaks you apart. As quick and quiet as he was in there was just as quick and quiet as he was out. Shoving your dress back down, you grip onto the shelves for balance, your legs feeling more like jelly after being so close to the edge. Desperate to try to control your ragged breathing you close your eyes to focus.

“You’re still in the pantry?” Jenny’s voice snaps you back to reality, turning around you’re hoping she can’t tell how close you were to getting fucked moments ago.

“Yeah- uhh - sorry I was just being nosy. Seeing what kind of snack game we got going on for movie night later.” The shake in your voice makes you think she’s not going to believe you, silently preparing for the worst. You’re shocked when she pushes her way in, eyes scanning around.

“This is why we’re best friends. Always thinking ahead.” Smirking at you she nudges your shoulder with hers and you wonder if she can smell how close he had your to cumming.

—-

The rest of the day was filled with stolen glances and light touches any chance he could get. The sneaking around made it that much more exciting and it made Steve feel like a teenager again. The thought of your tights ripped underneath your dress as you walked around pretending like everything was normal, like he didn’t have you on the verge with his fingers in the pantry this morning had him fighting the blood rushing to his lower half every time he saw you.

Dinner came and went without him trying to sneak a touch, but you were more than thankful for it. Your body had been painfully buzzing since the incident as you tried to calm yourself down. Your new found peace was short lived once it came around time to watch A Wonderful Life, a tradition you three did every year. Only this time much like the seating arrangement at the dining table you were forced to be next to Steve again. Jenny snuggled up to her boyfriend on the other side, you were hyper focused on Steve’s body heat next to you, the familiar buzzing of yours returning with a vengeance.

Hidden under separate blankets you try not to fidget too much, being this close to him already riling you up. His smell swirling around you only adds to the lust filled haze that hangs over your body. You peek at him from your peripherals to see his gaze focused on the black and white movie on the screen, the brightness dances and reflects off the specs in his eyes in a way that makes you sigh. Catching the sound he turns to look at you just for you to snap your head back to the screen. Holding his stare for a long time he’s silently daring you to break your facade. Chuckling to himself when you don’t you hear the leather of the sofa creak underneath him as he leans back deeper into the couch cushions, kicking his slipper covered feet on the automen.

The light snores of your best friend catch your attention from the other side of you, glancing over you see her passed out on her boyfriend's lap. His face gives you the impression he wasn’t too far behind her either when his eyelids would droop down every so often. The warmth of Steve’s hand under your blanket is almost enough to make you jump as you swallow your gasp. Turning back to him, he hasn’t moved an inch, his poker face from before stronger than ever as his hand makes its way back up to the place that needed him most.

Your hand meets his to stop him from moving any further, your eyes set in a warning glare when you shoot him daggers. His eyes move lazily from the screen to meet yours, a devilish grin spreading across his lips as he teasingly pushes his hand an inch higher. Your grip only tightens as you make eyes at him nodding your head in Jenny’s boyfriend’s direction. Biting his lip in a smile he slides it up further, hitting the place where your thigh meets your hip right as Jenny’s loud snore wakes herself up.

Ripping his hand away for the second time today, you started wondering if he wanted to be caught.

“That’s it, I’m falling asleep on the couch we’re going to bed.” Standing up in a stretch she eyes the little amount of space separating you from Steve. “Jesus y/n I didn’t mean to make you sit so close to my dad.” Laughing loudly she gestures at the newly open space as her boyfriend follows her lead with his own stretch.

Wasting no time to scoot as far away from him as you can, you’re sure your reaction is convincing enough when she snorts at your eagerness. Legs spread out in front of you to take up the whole half of the couch, you give a content sigh making a show getting comfortable for her benefit. Saying their good nights to Steve she ruffles your hair as they walk past you towards the stairs. Keeping your eyes locked onto the screen you can feel the way he’s staring at you. Like a predator stalking its prey.

You can hear the click of the bedroom door upstairs over the movie, the realization of your new found privacy is enough to make the air thicken and your mouth go dry. Your breathing picks up its pace when you feel the smoothness of his big hand wrap around your ankle. Rubbing soft circles with his thumb he uses it to pull you back to him, legs draped over his lap he discards his own blanket to the floor using yours as an added cover in case he was interrupted again. Fingers twitching at his sides all day, he was greedy to be inside of you.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to cover your squeal he can see the corners of your eyes crinkle revealing your smile hidden underneath.

“Steve!” You half whisper yell ignoring the shiver that runs up your spine as one of his big hands makes it way up you leg, the heat of your core taunting his finger tips.

“That’s Mr. Harrington to you.” He smirks with a playful glint his eyes.

Biting your lip to hide your smile, you spread your legs more silently begging for his touch despite your mock protests. You’ve wanted this since the moment you met him. Raising an eyebrow at your eagerness, his fingertips finally reach the soaked lace of your panties again. Throwing his head back with a groan, he lets out a shaky breath before pushing the offending material to the side for the second time that day.

Gasping when his fingers meet your slick, he runs a soft stripe up your folds with two fingers savoring the feeling of how wet and needy you already were for him. Dipping to collect more at your entrance he drags them back up to circle your swollen clit. He lets the pads of his fingers massage the bundle of nerves with enough pressure to have you gripping his wrist writhing underneath him.

“I know baby, you need to cum huh?” His mocking tone only sends more slick dripping down your walls. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed all you can do is nod feeling that familiar build return deep in your gut.

“Please, please St - Mr. Harrington.” Catching your mistake with a mischievous smile, your words are enough for him to stop his assault on your clit sliding two fingers in with ease searching for the spot he found that made you almost fall apart in the pantry.

The moan that leaves your mouth is loud enough for both of you to freeze, so caught up in each other the thought of Jenny just up the stairs comes back to reality. Holding your breath you listen for any sign of movement, his fingers slowly start to pump in and out of you when the coast becomes more than clear. Curling his them in a way that has your knees fold up, you can feel how hard he is when your foot brushes against him.

“Steve - fuck - I need you.” You weren’t above begging if you had to, but Steve doesn’t make you. Nodding his head eagerly, his other hand makes quick work of the button and zipper of his slacks. Pulling his fingers out of you to shimmy them down his hips, you clench at nothing from the loss of contact.

Grunting when you waste no time to straddle his lap, your eyes widen when you finally get to see his cock in the light. Thick and long, it curved slightly at the top with big veins running up the sides, his head was flushed pink as it leaked pushed up against the soft fabric of his sweater. He felt big last night but actually seeing it made you nervous.

“You can take it all baby, you did so good for me last night.” Grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger her brings your eyes to his. “You gonna be a good girl for me and make a mess all over me again?”

Nodding your head, the pad of his thumb catches your bottom lip pulling it down so you feel the tip of it hit your tongue. Without thinking twice you wrap your lips around his digit sucking hard enough to hollow out your cheeks. Cock twitching in response he lets out a low groan from deep inside his chest.

“Fuck, I need to bury myself inside that tight pussy honey.” Words coming from between clenched teeth, he roughly pulls his thumb from the wetness of your mouth, hissing when your teeth scrape against him.

Grabbing himself from the base of his cock, you find purchase on his broad shoulders, as he waits for you to lift yourself up enough for him to push your panties to the side, swiping his length through your leaking folds. He collects enough to cover his head before lines himself at your entrance, eyes connecting with yours looking for your consent. Taking a deep breath through your nose you nod your head before sinking down on him.

The new position has him stretching you in a way that has you whimpering mess trying to adjust to his size. Big enough to feel like he was splitting you in two, he lets you take him at your own pace. Fingers on your hips the strength of his grip has the material of your dress bunched up at your sides as you slowly take a seat. The feeling of him completely inside has you feeling a kind of fullness you thought was only reserved for the bad pornos you watched. The slow rock of your hips making you understand the obscene noises falling from their lips as you fought your own from coming out.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Nudging his nose with yours he kisses the side of your trembling mouth.

“God, it feels so good.” Whining into his open mouth, his lips turn up when he feels a shudder run through your body when he pushes his hips up hitting even deeper then before. “I want -“ Snapping them more harshly then before he punches the air out of your lungs.

“What do you want, honey?” His grip on your hips tightens enough to leave bruises as he slams you further down on his cock, the tip of it hitting your elusive g-spot that boys your age could never seem to find.

“Oh - fuck “ Tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the intensity of your orgasm that was building was turning you into a blabbering cock drunk mess. “I want you to cum inside me so bad, I want all of it.” Finding the strength to grind down your hips your moment of control has your lips dipping to his ear “Every last drop.” Nipping at his earlobe. The quiet ‘fuck’ you hear in the only warning you get before he starts his brutal pace underneath you.

“Want me to fuck a baby into you? Is that what you want, honey?” Birth control was a beautiful thing but his words were still almost enough to make you cum on the spot. “Want to make me a daddy again don’t you? I saw you in the kitchen, you wanna be my good little housewife huh?”

“God - yes please. I - I need it, whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.” So close to getting what you wanted you could care less how pathetic you sounded.

The blunt end of your nails dig into the thick material of his sweater as you try to keep yourself up right. Lips pressed together in almost a kiss, you swallow each other’s quick breaths hoping that its enough to drown out your sounds. The grind of your hips finds a way to match with the speed of his thrusts, the intensity of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every push has you finally fall off the edge of the cliff you’d only just teetered over before.

“I’m - shit - I’m coming.” Smashing your lips into his when your walls constrict so tight around him to coax his own undoing out at the same time. He tries his best to muffle your cries as your body convulses almost violently, the spasm of your walls milking him into the most intense orgasm of his life.

Your fingers find their way into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly to lick inside his mouth as he paints your insides white with everything you’d been begging for. The motion of your hips never stops until you feel him start to leak out of you, coating your thighs and his with his sticky release. Thankful that the couch was leather you didn’t have to worry about explaining the mess that was sure to be left behind.

The sound of the toilet flushing makes you both freeze as you listen to the light pad of steps up stairs. Holding your breath you wait until you hear the click of the door shut again before exhaling it across his face. A lazy smile graces his handsome features, the afterglow of the long awaited orgasm kicking in.

“I think we need to talk about you coming to visit on your own sometime.”

———-

Colors 3

[upsidedownwithsteve]

DAY TWO: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie had counted the days by scoring lines into his bedroom wall, jagged and ugly and uneven. It wasn’t even his room, not really. His stuff was there, his guitar - the strings close to breaking with how much he’d played it, some of his comics, his old painted figurines.

Everything was just covered in vines, wet and overwhelming, taking up space on the walls, the floor, winding around his kitchen counters and sneaking into the empty fridge. He wasn’t sure how was still alive. He stopped questioning it somewhere around the one hundred and thirtieth day. And on day two hundred, he realised no one was coming for him.

Everyone thought he was dead.

Eddie wasn’t really sure that he wasn’t.

But he was standing and walking and breathing and when he moved around the upside down, he realised that depending on where he went, he could hear pockets of his old life. Eddie wasn’t sure how, in fact, sometimes he thought he was imagining it. Dustin’s voice near the school - empty in front of Eddie, filled only with vines and dust - but he could stand by the lockers and hear the kids voices, faded and far away, never able to answer.

On some days, If he walked into town, ducking behind rusted cars to hide from flying creatures, he could hear Steve and Robin quietly bickering behind the counter of Family Video. Eddie had tried to call to them, tried to flash the lights like they had before but nothing seemed to work. Not even the time when he lost it, kicking over stand after stand until every video tape was on the floor, crushed under his boots.

He didn’t like to hang around his trailer often. He didn’t like to hear Wayne. Not when all the old man did was cry.

So Eddie scored another line in the wall of the room that wasn’t really his room and he headed outside before Wayne came home.

December twenty fourth. Christmas Eve.

There was stuff falling from the sky, white but not snow, a strange kind of ash that seemed to come and go without rhyme or reason, this dimension defying the laws of day and night, seasons and weather.

It was just always dark.

Except now, as he headed towards the park that day desolate in the middle of town, a glow came from amongst the trees. It twinkled faintly, different colours blinking in and out of view from the bare branches, the shadow of something that was never there - not in this world, not here.

It came from above, from where things stood the right side up, the afterglow of fairy lights that were hung between the canopies, red, green, purple, orange and blue. Every now and then they blinked in the air, the reflection of a tiny bulb in mid air, no real wires to be seen.

It was like there was a gate left open, a tiny crack between worlds that sometimes let things slip in. Always in, never out. Eddie had tried. Eddie had tried so hard. But these cracks in the worlds gave him lights and the voices of his friends and now, as he sat on a rotting bench underneath the bare bone trees, he heard the faint sounds of people singing.

It was a ghostly noise, too far away to be too loud, faint and haunting, the sounds of Christmas carollers from a world he couldn’t see. But Eddie sat in the empty park and listened, his pale cheeks lit up in aquamarine and cherry red every time those little lights flashed.

And when the singing finished and he was sure he could hear a bell tower somewhere, he counted down and bowed his head, staring at the winding vines that were crawling up the leg of the bench, inching towards him and his somehow still beating heart.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

He wasn’t sure who he was talking to. Maybe himself. Maybe no one.

But somewhere, in their houses and outside of church and amongst the cheer of the holiday celebrations in Hawkins park, some people heard him.

[rosesbxrry]

Hi,can you do a hyung reaction when someone walks in during you and them are doing something?<3

Hi! Hope you enjoy it! I didn’t expect it to be this long so my apologies 😭 (it went beyond then just a reaction at this point)

also I use other members instead of just random people lmao

hard hours!

Heeseung

Jake, Heeseung and you decided to have a movie night at the living room with the lights off. The noise from the tv was white noise to you, feeling Heeseung’s fingers rubbing your clothed pussy under the blanket on your lap. Jake stayed oblivious with the way you’re trying to hold your moan when Heeseung shove two fingers into your hole, a thumb pressing on your clit playfully.

Jake announces abruptly that he was gonna take some more popcorn and the second Jake left to the kitchen, Heeseung drags you with him into the bathroom sink, pulling your shorts down before fucking you with his already hard cock. He clamp your mouth with one hand while the other was groping your tits underneath your shirt. You push back on his thrust, feeling the slap of his balls against your thigh.

“Hyung, I’m about to start the movie. Are you okay? You keep making noises like you’re in pain.”

You both freeze in your position, obviously panicking that Jake was at the other side of the door. “Also, I’ve been searching for (name) the whole time but—….ohh.”

The embarrassment in the air was evident. Heeseung close his eyes in realisation that Jake had put the puzzles together, if not, he wouldn’t have let out a hurried apology behind the closed door before leaving. The worst part wasn’t reaching the high you wanted, it was facing Jake’s red face once you both exited the bathroom.

Jay

Jay is usually very careful when it comes to spending intimate time with you. He’ll make sure that his roommates are out the house whether it be them going back to their parent’s place or hanging out long enough that they wouldn’t be back until late in the morning. But this time it was different, Jay invited you to his bedroom to chill out after a day in the amusement park.

You complain about you muscle hurting, prompting him to tell you to lay on your tummy to massage the knot. The sound of you moaning for him to go harder escalated, and now he was fingering in and out of your wet pussy.

“Fucckk, right there Jay—“ You whined when he slap your ass, feeling the sting slowly turning into pleasure. You shove your face into the pillow, the weight of him straddling on your waist push you further into his mattress.

The sound of his bedroom door opening startled Jay. “Hey, Jay, I wanna borrow your— what the fuck—“

Jay immediately covers your lower half with a blanket, kicking the door close with his legs so hard it rattled. Sunghoon’s shrieking can be heard from outside, causing Jay to massage his temples out of anger for his carelessness while you stayed burrowed on the pillow out of embarrassment.

“Have you ever heard of knocking!” Jay yells.

“Have you ever heard of locking the door? Oh god I’m gonna cleanse my eyes with holy water.”

Jake

Jake had put the both of you in so many sticky situation that it wasn’t a big surprise when he suggested to fuck at an empty dance room. He reassured you many times that almost no one uses it at this time, not even bothering to lock the doors.

So now you’re perched against the walls of mirror, ass out as he piston his hips in and out of your entrance, moaning loudly against your ear. His hands busied themselves by playing with your nipples, watching his fingers pinch them through the mirror.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.” You made eye contact with him through the mirror, eyes threatening to close when he moves a hand down to stroke your sensitive clit. It’s singlehandedly the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed— until you saw Heeseung standing at the door, obviously shock by what he saw.

“Jake!” You yelled, grabbing his hands for his attention. Jake thought you were close to coming before making eye contact with the older male at the door and his eyes doubled in size, pulling you behind him to hide your naked body.

The older male immediately bang the door close, hearing him telling the other members that the room was occupied. You’ve never want to sink into a hole so badly, and Jake noticed your dilemma, however he himself doesn’t how to face Heeseung later on.

It would totally put him off on fucking you in public places for now on.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon was surprised to see you at the kitchen of his dorm, the early morning still making him sleepy. Once he recognised you washing the dirty dishes by the sink, he says your name thinking he was still dreaming.

“Hey,” You called out to him. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

Sunghoon hugs you from behind, his bangs tickling your neck when he snuggles his nose close to your nape. “How did you get in?” He asked curiously, thinking how cute you look with the pink apron around your body.

“I broke in.” You joked, causing him to snort. “Jay opened the door for me, he was the only one awake this early.”

Sunghoon seems uninterested in your story, leaving kisses on your neck that warmed the skin he touch with his lips. You gasp when he rub his bulge against your ass, morning wood making him crave to feel you even more. You reach back to cup his balls and massage them gently, the friction of his thin sweatpants feels like heaven to him.

“Can you suck me off?” He moans, bringing your waist closer to his hips.

“Please, for the sake of god, don’t.”

The both of you immediately realise another voice in the room, jumping away to break the tight embrace. Sunghoon turns around to see Jay leaning against the entrance of the kitchen with a disguised face, groaning in agony at the interruption.

“Fuck off, Jay. ”

[novacqnes]

newlywed bliss // ellie williams

warning: oral, fingering, tribbing (top!ellie)

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: i posted this earlier but this app hates me so i’m doing it again (btw this made my day, thank you so much & here you go 🫶🏾)

“i can feel you staring.”

a small grin spread across ellie’s lips as she laid beside you in the cozy bed you shared together. a blissful silence filled the air, the sun beamed through the flimsy curtains, casting rays of shadows across the bedroom.

it was the morning after the both of you had made a lifelong commitment to each other— and ellie couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

“it’s called admiring and i kinda have the right to do that now.”

slowly, you peeled your eyes open meeting ellie’s heavy gaze. her short auburn hair fell beautifully on her face splaying across her cheeks. through them you saw slivers of light pink color splotches on her face.

you brushed the hair out of her face as ellie’s hands trailed up the small of your back, drawing light shapes onto skin.

“you know, we still have the whole day to ourselves…” ellie whispered, her right hand slowly crawling the backside of your thigh.

“i do.”

she smirked, “then we should make the most of it.”

her soft touch on your upper thigh now turned into a firm grasp as she cupped the skin in her palm, bringing you closer to her warm body. your nose brushed over hers, closing the gap between the two of you.

ellie shifted so that she was on top of you pressing down against your body, desperately. the slow sensual kiss quickly turned more passionate and aggressive as you slipped your tongue over hers. her calloused hands made their way down your body hungrily caressing each and every part.

you went to deepen the kiss when a loud growl escaped from your stomach— and then ellie’s.

“but first breakfast.”

ellie began, “but—“

“after.”

hesitantly she rolled off your body watching you reach for your robe before heading into the kitchen.

“so what’ll it be, pancakes or waffles?”

you sauntered into the kitchen as ellie trailed behind pouting.

“pancakes,” she mumbled, taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.

despite the obnoxious growls of hunger coming from her stomach ellie couldn’t be bothered. she silently watched as you placed the materials on the counter, the silk robe just barely covering your body. the belt was loosely tied causing one side of it to slip revealing just a portion of your shoulder but that was enough to set ellie off.

the sunlight escaping through the curtains perfectly hit your skin, making it seem as if you were glowing and her gaze quickly became blurred with arousal. she watched as you mixed the ingredients, the sleeve sliding down even further igniting a fire within her.

she got up from her seat walking over to your side of the wooden counter but you hadn’t noticed. you poured the mix into the pan when you felt a long set of arms wrap around your waist.

“thought we agreed to wait till after breakfast…” ellie’s breath began to fan you as she needily nipped at your neck.

“you agreed to that,” she purred, pressing you up against the counter with her own body weight.

you quickly became distracted as ellie began to kiss up and down your neck targeting your most sensitive spots. instinctively you clutched onto ellie, dropping the bowl of pancake mix into the counter.

“wait el, just give me a sec they’ll burn if i don’t—fuck.”

her hand slid under your robe, lightly brushing over your clit as she pressed her body closer to you.

“turn around.”

without hesitation you slipped the rope off, whipping back around. a forceful push of ellie’s hand bent you over the counter, giving her the perfect view of your dripping pussy. she sunk down to her knees spitting into your core, deriving her own pleasure from seeing you splayed out like this.

“god, this’ll never get old.”

slowly she sunk her tongue into your walls licking up and down, paying extra attention to your clit. she hummed as your taste lingered on her tongue the longer she remained there, hungrily lapping up your wetness.

“fuck, yes— more please,” you cried.

her tongue sent a wave of pleasure, your body causing your legs to shake against the wood. you clutched onto the edges of the table, your nails scraping them as you fought to contain yourself.

ellie wrapped her warm mouth around your clit, sliding one digit into your pussy. she craned her finger upwards pressing up to meet your g-spot.

“how does that feel?” she teased with an almost taunting tone that sent you over the edge.

“so—so good, ellie.”

she trailed her tongue up and down your arousal sinking it further into you as you hungrily wrapped around her finger, ellie couldn’t get enough of the sight. she slipped another finger in, and then another, and then another, until she only had her thumb left.

rapidly you became a moaning mess, white hot fire and gushes of pleasure surge through your body from your pussy. you could hardly think straight and your vision was beyond blurred with tears clouding them. you jerked forward, the pleasure becoming almost too much as ellie brought you to a high.

“don’t run, baby, take it.” her pace sped up and she tasted you with much more intent and purpose.

she wanted you to see stars.

“fuck ellie— i’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

you squeezed your legs together as massive waves of euphoria shot through your body leaving you almost paralyzed on the table. ellie arose from your legs with a smug look and idea, observing you bent over the counter.

she lifted you up onto the table and then herself before laying flat on her back, spreading her legs just a bit to make enough room for you.

“come here.”

weakly, you crawled over to her, settling in between her legs so that your core was right over hers.

“move.” she demanded, leaning back to watch you take the lead.

she propped herself up on her elbows, moaning at the feeling of your wet pussy pressed against hers. you started off slow still reeling from your first orgasm but that wasn’t enough for ellie.

“you can give me more than that.”

she smirked causing your pace to falter. your cheeks began to heat up and under close gaze, she refused to take her eyes off of you. she wanted you to work for it.you placed your hands on either side of ellie, snapping your hips up against her.

“shit.” she gasped, her eyes rolling further back into her head.

you took the opportunity to move faster rubbing your clit perfectly against ellie’s sensitive one. crude sounds of your moans mixed with ellie’s escaped into the room, a pleasure built inside both of you. desperate for more, ellie hitched her hips upwards meeting you halfway as you moved against her.

“just like that baby— fuck, faster.”

you began to move as one chasing after your orgasms. beads of sweat formed around ellie’s hair plastering it to her face. the sight left you craving for more despite the sensitivity lingering behind.

ellie leaned upwards so that your bodies were leveled with one another. she cupped your face in her hands sloppily kissing you. she clutched onto your back taking the lead as she moved her pussy fiercely.

“ellie— i can’t i’m gonna—“

she whimpered back, ”me too.”

your voice becomes caught as you cling onto ellie. soft praises fell from her lips as you reached the brink of pleasure taking her along with you. waves pulsed through your body leaving you speechless and sweaty. ellie left breathless kisses on your neck before rolling onto her back.

the two of you laid there speechless allowing your senses to slowly find their way back to you. feeling from the marriage ceremony began to creep back in, this was who you chose to spend the rest of your life with. and your heart began to swell at the thought, a gleeful spreading across your lips.

ellie turned over to you, trailing her thumb across the side of your face as she left a small kiss on your temple.

“y/n?” she asked.

“yea?”

“what was that line the marriage officiant said about marriage? something about sickness and health.”

“in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” you recited, the fond memory still seared into your brain.

“yeah that, i love you till death does us part.”

“i love you too, but why are you bringing that up now?” you faltered, looking at her with a furrowed brow.

“because the pancakes are on fire.”

you hoped off of the counter quickly noticing the cloud of black smoke surrounding the stove and the burnt smell filling the entire house. you shut the stove off throwing the now black pan into the sink dousing it with water.

ellie then slid off the counter, ambling along the wood as she wrapped you in her arms, burying her face in your neck.

you took one glance at the mess plaguing your kitchen before looking back at ellie, playfully throwing your hands up in defeat.

“to the rest of our lives together.”

[the-kr8tor]

Mudwood Manor

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, TW Blood, CW injury.

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You lay awake alone on the plush mattress that's not your own. Morning light filtering through the curtains, shining warmth right on your cheek. Your hand roaming around the soft fur of the blanket as the clock ticks slowly to eight. Eyes above the detailed swirling patterns on the bed's canopy, mind drifting back to the home you've left just a few days ago.

Tick.

Taking the ad for this house-sitting gig went better than you thought it would be. Thinking the house you would be watching over will just be a regular house in an urban subdivision. Not an estate full of ancient history situated in the middle of nowhere with only an elderly dog as a companion.

Tock.

At least it's better than your dead end job that makes you feel your soul is getting sucked with every hour you stay on the eighties musky carpeted floors, tapping away your entire life on the grainy screen of the corporate issued computer. The pay's good, better than what you were getting before anyway, even though it's only five months of house sitting it's way above your salary grade. You thank whatever entity out there that blew over the newspaper that literally landed on your lap while waiting for the bus stop, the 'help wanted' page open and glaring right at you. You only wish the job's longer though.

Tick.

The house being nice is an understatement, all oak and narra floors, fixtures and furniture made of the same wood. No sign of modernity in the entire estate. Even the kitchen is in an old style, well except for the coffee maker and microwave. Every hall and wall is covered in oil paintings, portraits of people dressed in old garb keep watch of your every move. The house creaks and shrieks during the late hours of the cold autumn night, always prompting you to keep your eyes tightly closed in an attempt to tamp down your curiosity.

Tock.

It's secluded enough that the air here feels crisp and cleaner than in the city. Trees whisper in the wind, moss clinging to its trunks. You suspect the house is as old as the woods that surround it. With vines curled and looped around the house's exterior and curved stained glass windows decorate its walls. Mudwood Manor they call it for every time it rains, mud gathers around the estate, threatening to swallow you like quick sand.

Chime!

The old grandfather clock's hand reaches eight, the sound echoes around the large room you've settled in. With an exhale, you reluctantly sit up, feet cold from the icy floor. Yawning, you wipe the sleep off your face, bones crying out in protest.

Lumbering your way through the usual morning routine, you change out of your pajamas even though no one else would see you in it, you still wear your usual day clothes, always feeling like you have to dress appropriately in this opulent house. If jeans and a jumper is considered appropriate in the massive estate.

The bathroom is no different than the rest of the house. With the large stark white bathtub in the middle of its tiled floors, twin sinks covered in dark marble, golden faucets squeak open as you turn the knob to brush your teeth. The entire bathroom is as big as your flat back in the city, you scoff at the extravagance of it all.

You like to think the owner of the place fits well with the manor, as eccentric and elegant as their home– all pearls and gold rings, silk and cashmere on their body. But alas you've never met him or them personally, only talking details on the telephone, his gruff voice vibrating against the receiver. They leave the key under the large mat after you've driven three hours to get there. The only clue you have of them actually existing is the instructions they've left you. The note now pinned on the fridge stocked full of food that could last you the entire five months, not to mention the large pantry that could feed an entire village.

You've got everything you'll ever need to survive five months alone. The thought scares you for a bit, but with the silence, fresh air and an entire library of books that you've never thought you could read in your lifetime, the loneliness isn't all bad, the place calms you down; if not for the bouts of sadness, you could see this place as your home for the time being.

The old border collie waits for you in the kitchen, mismatched eyes staring at your form, her tongue lolling on the side, greeting you with what you see as a smile.

"Morning, old Nellie" you greet back with a quick pet on her fluffy head, taking the time to scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail happily, while her eyes are closed in content. You've decided to talk from time to time so that you don't lose your voice, which Nellie appreciates the chatter.

You feed Nellie her breakfast first before fixing one yourself. She eats it in glee. The instructions written in neat cursive jumps at you every morning before opening the fridge.

You can't help but read it again.

1. Do not let anyone in.

You thought that was reasonable enough, it's not your place to invite people in here anyway.

2. Do not wipe the salt line on the doors and windows.

Now that's weird, you've always thought, but to each their own. The salt probably helps with keeping out the smell or rodents. Right?

3. The house is old, the sounds at night are from the metal pipes and scaffolding. Nothing to worry about.

Creepy, it's not like the place needs an extra creep factor added in it.

4. Feed Nellie three times a day without fail. Take her on walks around the estate every morning and before the sun sets.

That's alright, taking care of pets was part of the deal anyway. And it doesn't hurt that Nellie's a good dog to hang around with.

5. Do not in any circumstance go to the woods.

6. Wear the necklace at all times.

Your eyes drift over to the simple circular metal necklace sitting on the counter top, scoffing, you chose not to wear it just because an eccentric millionaire tells you to.

7. Only eat and drink the food I have provided.

You don't think you want to meet the owners now with how creepy they are just based on his instructions. Possessive much?

8. Be wary.

A shiver runs down your spine by just reading those two words.

You shake it off, opening the fridge, nothing piques

your interest this morning. Huffing, you have a hankering for fresh bread, alas you've eaten the last loaf yesterday. The strawberry jam inside the fridge mocks you. You recall on your drive to the manor you've passed by a small village, you're sure the place has a bakery or even a café in it. You crave a different scenery, and to use your voice other than for talking to Nellie.

Turning around, you put your hands on your hips, smiling at your companion who licks at the last bit of food in her bowl.

"What do you say for a stroll, Nellie?" She tilts her head in question, ears perking up, tail wagging excitedly.

—

You've never felt more isolated from civilization while walking towards the village, no houses run along the bumpy road, just miles and miles of trees with its aging wood, wild violets swaying around its trunks. The tall grass makes it hard to see the path. Mist blanketing and moistening the soil.

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it would be, now you're absolutely starving after walking for almost an hour. Nellie wasn't complaining though, for an older dog she seems to have so much energy in her. The village has clearly seen history, with its cobblestone streets, iron lampposts and ancient bricks. The fog thickens, blanketing the roofs of the village like marshmallow fluff.

You tie her leash around a lamp post, petting her fluffy head, you instruct her to sit and stay. She obliges, staring happily at you through her blue and brown eyes.

"Good girl, I'll be back in a flash" you make a mental note of buying her a treat for being such a good sport while you drag her from the manor.

Entering the shop, the bells chime signaling your arrival. Freshly baked bread wafts your senses as various meat is on display over at the counter, waiting for your perusal. You smell the soup of the day, judging by the aroma, you deduce it being butter squash soup, your stomach rumbles at the thought.

The modest shop has quite a few people in it. They chatter amongst their friends whilst eating breakfast and drinking their morning tea. Another patron enters behind you, she greets everyone by name, while the others immediately greet her the same. Well, except for a group of strangers sitting at the far end, they pay her no mind at all. It's a small village, you never doubted for a second that everyone would know every person that lives here. You've anticipated it actually, so used to being alienated from the crowd, you haven't noticed the old woman beckoning you over with a smile.

"Bonnie?" She calls for the third time.

"Oh! Sorry, I was thinking what to order" you move closer to the counter, the chill from the cold cuts display seeps through your jumper.

"You're the new caretaker at the old manor I presume?" She grins sweetly, showing her smile lines around her lips.

"House-sitter, I'm only here for five months" you're wary about telling her vital information, but she's an old woman. What's the harm in telling her that?

"Oh, I see he's going for a quick business trip this time. He would usually take an entire year away, y'know" her thick accent makes it hard for you to understand some of her words. Nonetheless, you don't miss the vital information about your mysterious employer. "But I don't gossip" she chuckles, "what will it be, deary?"

"You know Mr. O'hara, the owner?"

"Aye, known him since he was a lad. Good kid he was." She shakes her head. "There I go gossiping again, what are you havin'?"

You want more answers to feed your curiosity, but you don't want to pester the poor woman. "A BLT with cheese if you have them, lightly toasted and some of the soup, please." she nods, heading over to her station to prepare your sandwich when an older man chides in your conversation.

"Oh please, Orla y'know stopping yourself from gossiping just hurts you more" he laughs from his belly, white beard bouncing as he guffaws with his friends sitting him with.

"This" Orla, gestures from you to her. "Was a private conversation, where's your manners?"

"Don't know where I last put it!" He laughs again, shaking the wooden table in front of him. "Miss, let me guess, O'hara gave you those crazy rules?"

You perk up at the mention of the list. "Yeah, he did. How'd you know?"

He shrugs while the other patrons listen in, "he does the same thing to his other caretakers, there's a 'be wary' one, right?"

"Yes, it's really creepy"

The old woman pipes up, talking over her shoulder as she slices your sandwich. "It's a necessary evil after what happened to his daughter"

"What happened to his daughter?" You ask with trepidation.

"Don't tell me you actually believe that, old woman?" The older man argues back.

"Believe what?" You feel like there's an inside joke you keep missing.

"She was taken by them." Orla, turns around with your soup packed in a tupperware. You look at her questioningly.

"Bullshit if you ask me" the old man mumbles behind his mug. He sees your confused look, "she's talking about the fae" you thank him with a nod.

"It's true!" She wraps your sandwich inside foil, carefully putting it inside the paper bag. "There's no logical answer on where she is! Now it's just O'Hara in that massive estate."

"Kid just ran away, that's all!" Another older man argues back.

"Pssh," Orla swats him away with her hand, he turns away with a scoff. She turns back towards you, ringing your order up in the cashier. "Just do what his list says and you'll be fine" she says it like a warning to never stray far from the rules.

"Why do you think it's the fae?" You give her the payment she needs.

Humming, she clicks her tongue. "Just know it's them."

"Okay, um thank you" drifting away, she holds your arm back, taking your attention again.

Orla looks at you with wide eyes. "You know about them, yes?"

"Yes, like don't eat their food or you'll get stuck or don't give them your name or say thank you. I've heard the folk stories"

"Not just a story. The wood sings and they crave an audience." she lets go of your arm, your breath hitching, goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shake the thought, or try to at least.

The door chimes as you leave. Nellie lays on the pavement, tail wagging as she sees you come back to her side.

"Hi, got you something" she stands up, barking at you in excitement. "Okay, okay, here" Chuckling, you take a slice of bacon from your sandwich, giving it to her.

Nellie carefully takes it from your hand without biting your fingers, she chews happily.

"Good?" You scratch behind her fluffy ear. "Let's go back" untying her leash, you juggle the sandwich and her lead with your hands. The horror stories you've been told in your youth echoes in your mind, as your soft footfalls on the moist pavement. Wind rushes past you, pushing you back towards the manor.

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Arriving inside the gates of Mudwood Manor, you gaze at the large brick building. It casts a shadow over you, its stature imposing. Fading bricks and trellises crawling with overgrown vines that's starting to wither and turn dark with bits of oranges and red still clinging to its last life. The large red door of the main entrance adds to your uneasiness. You attribute the fear from what the deli owner told you, the woods don't look much better. Tall trees with leaves so thick it blocks sunlight from hitting the undergrowth. From where you're standing, darkness seems to prevail inside. The thick fog added to the eeriness of the scene. It drapes over the treeline like curtains, swirling smoke falling down to the tips of your shoes, hiding something behind you can't quite see.

Just staring from the woodland edge gives you a sense of belonging with every second you stand idle. You have no idea why this feeling encapsulates you. The wind tries to push you towards the dark, flashes of autumn colored leaves swirl past. Eyelashes fluttering in the wind, your lips part as you listen to the flora dancing in the wind, as if it beckons you over. Daring you to cross the edge.

You wake up from the trance as Nellie growls at a squirrel taunting her from the ground. She pulls at her leash, the rope taut, your hand aches at the burn. You let go of the paper bag, half eaten soup spills over the grass, now holding the leash with both hands, you struggle to control the border collie.

"Nellie, calm down!" You yelp in pain when Nellie lunges, escaping your hold. The rope leaves angry marks on your palms, skin aching from the piercing pain. Nellie runs, following the grey squirrel into the woods. You can hear her barks fading in the distance. "Nellie! Come back!" You yell but it's futile as the old dog disappears from view.

"Fuck!" Without thinking, you run after her, legs carrying you further into the thick trees. The fog parts, opening the way. Eyes roaming the moss covered soil for her footprints. "Nellie!"

You're gonna lose your job, the thought makes you run faster. Tripping on a rock, you land on your already injured hand, dirt and grime sticking to the angry gashes, blood mixing with soil. Ignoring the pain, you push through the thicket.

Running, muscles aching, there's a stitch on your side as you stop to catch your breath. Hands on your thighs, you inhale and exhale. Nellie's footprints are barely visible under all the green and orange. Standing to your full height, your heart thumping like a drum under your ribcage. Eyes widening at the darkness that envelopes you, whirling around, fear overtakes your entire being.

You're lost.

Everywhere you look, identical trees fill your vision, cold seeping into your bones, smoke escapes your parted lips. Fingers turning stiff, you turn around when you hear Nellie's familiar bark.

"Nellie! Come here, girl!" You clap your hands to get her attention. "Nellie!"

Another bark echoes out in the dark, with only bits of sunlight filtering through the thicket, you let your other senses guide you to the sound. Speed walking, dry leaves crunch under your shoes, you call out to Nellie again. Narrowly avoiding a tree root protruding from the ground, you step over it so you don't land face first into the moist soil.

You stop when silence permeates the woods again. Standing still, a ring of mushrooms at your feet, you breathe heavily. "Nellie!" Frustrated, you yell again.

Instinctively stepping past a mushroom, you move your neck around, eyes roaming, looking for her white and black fur. Your palms land to your clammy forehead, wincing when you graze your injury.

"Fuck!" You stop circling around when the woods seem to expand right in front of your eyes, moving, flinging away, adding to the acres of wooded land. Vision focusing and unfocusing as the expanse extends further away. Fear once again blankets your nerves. Your mind claws at you to keep running.

"Lost?" A deep voice asks behind you. Alluring, tempting you to answer back.

Your blood suddenly runs cold. Primal fear makes your heart leap out of your chest.

Light suddenly appears behind you, your shadow gets taller and taller until it finally leaves you. Alone, you don't dare look behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up despite the warmth radiating from behind. Trepidation howls inside you.

Blood rushes in your ears, knuckles tighten, nails digging into skin as crimson drips on the tall grass below.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, curiosity wins over you.

You dare look behind.

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Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 4

Another part! Idk how long this fic is gonna go on but I'm estimating maybe 10 parts? Not sure yet.

Anyway, on with the story!

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, jealousy, stalking, eye imagery)!!!

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Wally went home that night absolutely dazed and dizzy with love. Home even had to shove his chair underneath him before he fell a couple of times from not looking where he was walking.

He took off his jacket and loosened his tie before laying across the chair and sighing happily. Home creaked questioningly.

"Of course I'm alright, Home. I'm amazing, even..."

Home didn't say anything else, but Wally sat up in the chair and continued anyway.

"They're gorgeous, for starters! And they make just the most wonderful food...and their smile! Oh Home, I could stare at it all day..."

Home let out a long creak, sounding almost like a sigh. They were happy for Wally but jeez! You were all he talked about anymore!

"And did you know they like (fav hobby)? Doesn't that sound like fun? I wonder if they would show me how sometime..."

Wally laid there and talked about you all night, even long after Home had gone to sleep. What time he wasn't doing that, he was staring at the pictures you'd taken.

Later on, when you had kissed him goodnight, you tucked a copy of each photo into his jacket pocket. They were already up on the wall, in frames he had made himself from popsicle sticks and glue, painted to be your favorite colors.

But...that wasn't enough. No, the wall should be full of you! A whole wall of your marvelous self! His biggest art project yet!

And so, because Wally did not require sleep anyway, he stayed up to paint you.

Meanwhile, you were looking at the pictures too. You planned to go pick up some frames tomorrow, but in the meantime, they sat on your kitchen table next to the vase of flowers he'd brought.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so important and loved. Wally looked at you like you were some kind of divine being. An angel, perhaps.

And in his eyes, you very much were.

Wally hadn't realized it before, but prior to you moving in, he had been...well, depressed. Every day was the same old routine. Sure, his friends helped, but ultimately he couldn't seem to get out of the rut he'd found himself in.

Oh, but with you...he felt alive. He could never get bored of you. Life was exciting again!

In all his pondering, he realized he had painted himself into the picture with you. You sat on his lap smiling, much how you did in the picnic pictures. His arms were around your waist, and your face was slightly red.

He grinned.

"They're so cute when they're flustered~" he chuckled, taking the canvas off the easel and immediately replacing it with a fresh one.

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Yes...he would paint more...he had to...

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In your own house, you could not sleep. You were still just about floating from the afterglow of the date, yes, but there was something else as well. You felt like you were being...watched.

Every time you closed your eyes, you could feel someone looking at you, and you'd just end up sitting up in a panic and turning on the light.

Eventually, you were more frustrated than scared, and threw back the covers with an irritated groan.

Bedroom door shut? Check.

Nothing under the bed? Check.

Nothing in the closet? Check.

Curtains closed? Check.

"Okay...let's try this again, I guess"

You got cozy again and managed to close your eyes for all of five seconds before they sprang open yet again. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before standing up and going to the window. The curtains were closed, but that was the only way anyone could be looking at you, so you had to check.

Out of your frustration and tiredness, you threw the curtains open, only to find Home staring directly at you from across the way. You jumped a little and opened the window cautiously.

"Home? Can you hear me over there?" you called as quietly as you could manage.

Home's shutters waved at you.

"Why on earth are you staring at my house? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly, Wally appeared in the window and you quickly ducked under yours. You weren't sure why you were scared of Wally seeing you, but you did as instincts told you and stayed hidden; listening.

"Hoooome~? Who are you talking to, hm~?"

Home didn't respond, and Wally peered outside to see your window open.

"Oh~? Sleeping with the window open~? I bet they look adorable~ Maybe I should sneak over and check in on them~"

You started to panic. Wally didn't sound like his usual chipper self...and he was planning to come watch you sleep?? Creepy...

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Wait...

You managed to jump up and dive into bed just before Wally made it to your window, and pretended to be asleep.

Wally sighed, hearts in his eyes as he watched you.

"Absolutely stunning~" he whispered to himself.

You heard a soft thud as Wally climbed in and made his way over to your bed. Your heart was racing but you tried to just focus on keeping your eyes closed and your breathing even.

Suddenly, there was soft felt on your cheek.

He caressed your face gently as he admired your sleeping form, and for some reason, you were immediately calm.

"You're perfect, (y/n). I've made up my mind...I'm going to marry you. Then you can be around all the time! You can move in!"

Marriage? He wanted to get married right away?

You...you didn't want...

...to wait either! Married life with Wally sounded marvelous!

You began to blissfully daydream about it all, until he withdrew his hand and left, making his way back Home.

His...you were his...

...hang on...

...MARRIAGE?!

You sat straight up in bed, staring wide-eyed at the window he had left from. What just happened? You felt like you were in some lovey-dovey trance that disappeared as soon as he was far enough away.

Of course you didn't want to get married so soon! What were you thinking?!

You realized now why Home was looking at you. They were trying to warn you that something wasn't right with Wally. He wasn't acting like himself anymore and he was messing with your head to make you love him more and more.

But...the trance was oddly calming, wasn't it..?

Without it, alone in your bedroom, you felt...lonely.

Somehow, despite being slightly afraid of him now, you wanted Wally to come back...

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SO.. that was kinda short and to be totally honest, it was not my best work. Not exactly my favorite chapter of this story tbh...

Also I'm sorry it took so long! I've been feeling kind of uninspired lately and I've also been pretty busy so I haven't had time to sit down and work on this. I may be a little slower from now on than I was when I first started but I do fully plan to keep writing this and probably other stuff too!

Aaaaanyway! Have a lovely day (or night...actually, it's night time here right now)

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