#i don't have neighbours close enough to complain

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Pretty girls—Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: you might've really lucked out choosing this one to be the father of your child.

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: fluff...mostly :)

🕸author's note: hi. this has nothing to do with all the projects I've got going on. I've had a really shitty day so this was like a comfort fic for me. hope you enjoy <3

Crying. Again. It was the third time this night. You were on the brink of losing it. You tried everything, feeding her, boiling some soothing leaves and bottle feeding her, changing her perfectly clean diapers, holding her and lulling her to sleep. It all worked momentarily, only for her to start crying again.

Your body was exhausted and you were about to cry, but you shook your head. This is parenthood. You knew it was going to be hard.

So you sat up and sighed, readying yourself to find some creative way to lull her to sleep again. As you got up, you felt your husband's hands pull you back onto the matress.

"Lo manejaré, amor."

[I'll handle it, love.]

He sounded extremly sleepy. You shook your head. "No, you have work tommrow, Mig. I—"

"You deserve to rest. I don't mind. Try to sleep a little."

He moved over and kissed your forehead, kicking off the blanket and moving over to the crib beside your bed. You watched him lean down, and pick her up. She was so small compared to him, and it was always so hesrtwarming watching her cuddle closer to him as soon as he picked her up. Her cries got a little less loud.

"Cariño, realmente has cansado a mamá." He whispered, his big hands on her back, supporting it. "¿Qué es? Habla con papá."

[Darling, you've really tired mommy. What is it? Talk to daddy.]

He started moving from side to side, and she calmed down even more, now cooing, as if replying to him. "Mhm, mhm.." Miguel looked over at you, then gave you a lopsided smile. "Let's go out, mija. Your mom needs her beauty sleep." He winked at you, then headed out of the bedroom door, closing it behind him.

You tried to sleep, but with no avail. You've awoken too much to be able to go back to your slumber. And it didn't help that you didn't have Miguel to cuddle near you. You stayed in bed for a few minutes, then, you heard it.

Music.

It was low, and soft. But it was there. Curiosity filled you. It couldn't be the neighbours, the music wasn't that loud. It was coming from outside.

You got up, putting on Miguel's robe and stepping out of the room.

"Mm, you like this song, Gabi?" Miguel was still as shirtless as he was when he went to bed, only wearing his sweats. Gabriella was resting her head on his shoulder, sucking on her pacifier. Her eyes were fluttering, and her fists were opening and closing around her father's arm, squeezing his skin. He was humming to her, the song playing was the one you danced to at your wedding. "Can't wait to show you the wedding photos, Mija. Tu madre se veía hermosa." Gabriella cooed. "Tsk, yeah, just like you. You get your pretty looks from her, don't you?" He kissed her head, one full of thick brown hair like his, and continued to gently sway from side to side, to the beat of the music.

[Your mother looked gorgeous.]

You moved a bit closer, not wanting to disturb them. It was one thing that Gabriella was finally actually going to sleep, but this sight infront of you was something you wished you could freeze. If you could pause your life, it would always be paused at this moment.

You set your head against the wall, watching them sway. Miguel had queit the singing voice, and it was really cute. You didn't get to hear it often, he always acted all serious when you even mentioned it. But here he was. Singing softly to his daughter.

"Mm, you're growing so fast, Gabi.."He hummed, "I'm sorry I'm not here as much as I should be. Leaving your mother to be with you all the time. It's not fair to either of you." You never really complained to him, or even mentioned being upset at him not spending enough time with the both of you. You loved spending time with Gabi, and you just wished he'd be there more often so he would watch her grow up along side you. To know he's feeling like this made you a little upset. You wanted to comfort him.

"I promise that'll change from tommrow. I got that promotion, just don't tell mom yet, okay? I want to take her out and tell her then." He patted her back, "Nuestro pequeño secreto, hm, mija?"

[Our little secret, hm, dear?]

Seems like you'll have to pretend you didn't hear that.

You moved, and the wood creaked underneath you. Gabriella let out a little sound, but she fell back asleep queitly after. Miguel turned to look at you, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Couldn't sleep?" He whispered. You walked over to him, taking his robe off of you and placing it on his shoulders. "Not without you.." Miguel chuckled, his hands wrapping around your waist from the other side, pulling you close. "Mm, Mis chicas guapas.." He kissed your head like he'd done with Gabriella earlier.

[My pretty girls.]

"She only slept when I picked her up and held her close to me. Just like her mother." He joked. You cuddled near him, putting your hand on his chest, your head on his shoulder. He was securing Gabriella with one arm, and pulling you closer with the other. "Mm, maybe she likes you more than she likes me. A daddy's girl."

"Tsk, how could anyone like me more than you, amor?" You hummed, his warmth and scent calming your fried nerves. "Come, I'm sure she's asleep by now." He took your hand in his, leading you back to the room.

You watched as Miguel put Gabriella down gently into her crib, kiss her forehead, then turn to you. He didn't say anything, just gently took your hands and led you outside.

With the music still playing, you put both your hands on his chest, while both of his wrapped around your waist. His head rested on top of yours as the both of you swayed to the music.

"Can you imagine the day of Gabi's quince?" You mumbled, closing your eyes. "Or her wedding? I know she's still so small, but the thought of her growing up so fast.."

"Mm, I can't imagine them to be honest. I think I want her to stay like this. I don't like the idea that she will have to let go of me eventually." He replied, his grip around your waist tightening just a bit. You giggled, no matter how he tried to hide it, he was the biggest softie at heart. "I take you won't like it when she gets her first boyfriend."

"Hmph, let's get you to bed, amor." You laughed at his attitude. His little pout and furrowed brows. "I'm only joking, hermoso," You tip toed, leaving a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But you're right, we should get to bed."

Once you've turned off the music, and you returned to the bed, a sense of comfort washed over you as Miguel wrapped his arms around you for the night.

However hard life was as of now, you were just glad to have your sweet husband to help you push through it.

—

"LYLA?"

She zipped beside him, the glow of her hologram reflecting against his tired crimson eyes.

"What...am I doing? That isn't leading me to where he is." His eyes never left the screen as he watched his counterpart. His counterpart who had a beautiful daughter, and a wife who loved him so dearly. His counterpart who was laying on a soft bed with the woman he loved near him, wrapped so tightly in his arms.

"Well," LYLA frowned, almost sorrowful.

"You weren't really able to save your version of her in your universe, were you?"

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[neonovember]

Hello, uhm, so this MAY be an uncomfortable thing to request I’m not too sure. It’s totally totally okay if it is absolutely feel free to ignore this, but the way you write Carmen is so so comforting. I have this neighbor that lives downstairs from me, I’ve lived in my apartment for two years but the past 4 months with this guy has been hell. I live in the U.K. and the people that own the building and the police don’t view my situation as anything dangerous or serious, despite the fact I have made numerous complaints and even the other neighbors in my building have complained about him. But he targets me the most and bangs on my door at ungodly hours and threatens the most horrible stuff because I’m a woman living alone. I’m honestly terrified but unless he physically does something there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry for the sob story but usually I always try and just picture Carmy as something comforting to help through this until I can be safe, would it be okay to request something like Carmen finding out about his gf losing sleep and constantly being terrified and deciding to take matters into his own hands, and demanding she moves in with him and helps pack her stuff because he will NOT stand for that shit (again totally 100% okay if you don’t feel comfortable responding)

oh my god anon, I'm so deeply sorry that you have to deal with such a shitty situation, and the fact that you have to wait to be physically attacked before the police can do anything? Fuck the justice system and fuck law enforcement. Don't every feel scared to send a request to make your day or week or fucking month better, it's why I'm here, and the fact that my writing can make you feel even a little better is the greatest gift i could ever ask for. God I just hope you're able to remain safe, call a friend or family to keep them posted in case anything happens, I'm so very sorry honey :(

Broken bones and soup

carmen berzatto x reader

warnings: misogyny, violence, feral!carmen makes an appearence, angst, horrible neighbours, angst, teeth rotting fluff, carmy feeding you

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: this was hard to write, i really wanted to do it right by you anon, and when have i ever written carmen without him breaking someones face?

The falling sun encapsulated the cerulean sky, exploding against the horizon in heated shades of orange, crimson and pink. The trail back to your apartment complex wasn’t long, but it gave enough time to bask in the warmth of evenings bathed in sunlight. It also conveniently enabled you to tell yourself you had gotten your sun for the day, rather than having to swallow pills you hated to swallow.

It was muscle memory however, your legs moved with the familiar comfort of the sidewalk, forgetting the stomach turning realisation of what had awaited you back at your apartment. 

It had been a couple months, four maybe 5, you didn’t really want to count the days having a violent neighbour moved in directly down your apartment. The other tenants who you've grown to know collectively bristled with the annoyance of a 30 something year old filling the usual peaceful nights with crashes and yells of broken plates and incoherent obscenities. 

When you had raised the issue to the landlord and even to the police, you had been shut down with a shrug of the shoulders. 

‘We can notice him with a noise complaint, but if he aint hurting anyone we can’t do much’. 

That had made you laugh a little then, before you had been close to bawling your eyes out and ripping out your hair. Sure he was loud, your neighbours from the other side of the apartment complex could attest to that, but it was so much more than loud fucking music, and somehow, you had bared the brunt of his violence. It was targeted, you knew it, and your legs began to shuffle at the thought of coming home to another violent outbursts at your door. 

You hadn't gotten any proper sleep for the past 4 months, waking up to loud banging at your door, and declarations of brutality he whispered through your keyhole. It was all empty threats, those men in clad uniform had told you when you woke up shaking with fear as he screamed taunts of murder from below, you had run out in your pyjamas and bunny slippers and they had told you they couldn't help you. 

There were not empty threats, and this wasn’t the hundreds of true crime shows you had binged, you felt it in your bones, you were a woman living with yourself for god sake, he was going to break down your door one day and hurt you, and you couldn't do anything about it. You felt paralysed by the helplessness of it, forcing yourself to stay up past 12, the burn of your tired eyes forced open by the blue light of your phone, in case he tried breaking in. You had begun to keep a bat near your bed, a knife in the drawer of your bedside, and you felt fucking insane. Noone had made a major problem out of it, and yet you felt like he was one bad day from a murderous rampage.

Carmen could tell something had been wearing on your shoulders, the way your eyes blinked slowly, and the syrup slow movements of your limbs when you had visited the Beef not long ago. You couldn't bear to tell him, your past relationships had taught you enough not to unload all your problems onto another person, but it had gotten bad. You had started getting notices of concern from your boss, asking if you were alright, telling you how your performance had been declining.

You had quickly shut down any looks of concern thrown at you, this was something you had to deal with yourself, you didn’t want anyone, especially another woman to be faced with the brunt of his violence. You guzzled caffeine and energy drinks like it was water, and your limbs jittered with the rush of adrenaline until the peak had dropped and you felt like your stomach was ripping itself apart.

You braced yourself as you turned the corner into your apartment complex, keeping your head down, and going through the carpack to avoid the hallway that was right next to his door. You felt your stomach drop, your keys pressed between your knuckles and you flickered your eyes up to the door of his apartment. You watched it like a hawk, ready to flee at any sign of opening, and when you had finally made it to the elevator, you breathed a sigh of relief like no other. The air suddenly fills your lungs once again.

Your phone buzzed in your jean pocket, and you reached out to grab it, the screen illuminated by Carmen’s text. You felt a tingle of glee shoot through you, biting back a smile at the thought of seeing him today.

“You still coming today for the family dinner?”

The beef had begun a sort of tradition, every last Friday of the month, they would close early and hold a sort of family dinner right out back near the tables and chairs. Everyone of the crew’s family and friends were invited to join, some bringing a plate or a drink or two. It was the highlight of the month, and you hadn't missed a Friday ever since Carmen and you had become something more than close friends.

You typed out a quick reply with a tongue in your cheek, as the elevator doors opened, you didn't look up right away, walking with your head down as you tucked your phone back into your pocket. It was a fault on your end, you should have looked up, at least then you could have braced yourself as your neighbour stood stationed near your door with a cheshire smile stretching ominously across his face. 

You wondered if you could run back into the elevator, but the doors had closed well before and you feared turning your back to him was an even worse fate. You walked towards him, plastering on a smile that didn't look even a little believable.

“Something I can do for you?” You ask, your voice heightened by a mix of fear and false confidence

“Hear you've been complaining about me” The man replies with a smile, his hair slicked back, the shadow of a badly shaven skin spiking up. His shirt reeks of sweat and stains of spilt takeaway and you have to take a tentative step back to escape the stench radiating off of him.

“Yeah, you might not realise it, but you have been a bit- uh loud, and the loud banging on my walls?” You prouch him, and his eyebrows rise in surprise, shaking his head with a laugh that horrified you.

“Am I scaring you?” The man replies 

You swallow as your eyes flicker to his burnt hazel ones, they stare down from above, almost mocking in the way they forced you to answer.

“Uh, uhm- well, a lot of us got work in the morning, and I can’t wake up if you're making a lot of noise during the night”

“Oh, is that right?” The man asks, scratching a hand across his jaw

“Well no one's been the one complaining but you” The man replies

“I don't think so many of us-”

“You saying I’m a liar??” The man suddenly shouts, and you can help yourself stepping back a distance quickly

The man watches the way you distance yourself away from him, his eyes flicker to the keys poking out from between your fingers and he bites back a laugh.

“So you are scared of me, liar.” The man spits out with venom, before stepping towards you, caging you to the wall as he whispers near your ear

“You think fucking keys are going to stop me? A little lady like you living here all by yourself?” The man digs his fingers into your sides, until you howl out and retch yourself away from him, you reach for your right side, holding the skin above your rib cage that had begun to swell and bruise.

“See how easy that was? A fucking pretzel in my hand” The man calls out with a smile, before walking back around the hallway corner with such ease and comfort that told you he knew the police wouldnt do shit.

Your hand shakes as you shove your key into your door, you have to hold your own hand to put it in, before shouldering your way through your door with wince, and dropping your bag and belongings to the floor.

You rush into your bathroom, undressing before your eyes flicker to your mirror, seeing the red rash of irritation and the start of a purple imprint of his claws shoved into the skin below your ribcage. You wince as you try to soothe it, the salty tears breaking down your waterline, you can't stop, the wretched sobs of your helplessness echoing off the bathroom walls.

You climb into the shower, sliding down to the bottom as the tears shake through you, you hug your knees to your chest, letting the warm water combine with your salty tears, so they become one, and you know longer now how terrified you are. You stay in the shower like this for a bit, letting the warmth and steam wiggle your body from its stone encapsulation.

You can hear the familiar jingle of your phone ringing from where you had haphazardly left it, and the memory of today's dinner comes rushing in. You had nearly forgotten, and whilst you were terrified to leave your home and go back into the hallway where it had happened, you couldn't let Carmen down.

So you had gotten up, in the same way you had fallen down, and tried to scrub away the smell of his day-old cigarettes and sweat until your skin burned, poking your head through a clean shirt and a skirt that hid the painful purple splotch that had begun to spread across your side.

Entering your quaint kitchen, you can’t stop your arm as it reaches for the brown liquid stored in that old glass bottle Sugar had told you was a century old. You didn't have a little liquid courage to make it past your goddamn threshold.

You downed it in a gulp, reaching for your bag and a pocket knife, just in case. The reality of that decision broke you a little, when did you start needing to armour yourself?

Your phone buzzed from its position edged between the living room couch, it was Carmen, again, telling you he was outside. Carmen had begun to ceremoniously show up to your apartment as the autumn had begun to bleed into the winter nights, and the sunlight had stretched until darkness hit by 5 in the afternoon. Any other time you would have chastised him till the point where he would stop, but now, with the reality of your neighbour, you felt a relief wash through your body at the thought of being close to him. You also don’t doubt he would have shown up anyway, ignoring your requests in the way he does when he thinks it's his responsibility.

You wouldnt say you had a lot of experience in relationships under your belt, but something spoke to you from within, carmen was something special, this was special, sacred in the way destiny was, and you shooke with the relentless fear of fucking it up. And scaring him away with your problems seemed to be on the very top of that list

You shake the thought from your head as you shut the door quietly, take a brisk pace as you walk but kind of run to the elevator. A neighbour you knew well stood near the doors, his dark auburn hair falling in front of his eyes, he nodded to you with a silent smile. He kept to himself most of the time, and you didn't know much about him, just that he always was tugging a sleeve down his left arm, but he always went out of his way to give you some sort of greeting.

The air between you was silent, as you were waiting for the ping of the elevator to drop to your door, and you heard a shuffling near you, your eyes watching the way he coughed and stared at you from the corner of your peripheral vision.

“Heard something out in the hallway, it wasn’t him again was it?” The man replied, concerned about lacing his features as his eyes seemed to be fixated on the way you leaned on one side of your body a little.

“Uh no, it’s- it’s alright, I guess it was my dues you know? Dealing with a shitty neighbour at least once” You reply with a tight smile, trying to poke fun at the very depressing thought.

The man nodded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, your neighbours had known that he was loud, knew that you had dealt the worst of it being right above him, but they were clueless to his taunts and threats that he said into your door at night. You think the man next to you had an idea though, the way his eyes scanned anything like he was always assessing, always calculating the world around him. 

It was also because your neighbour was nowhere to be found whenever he was around, you whispered a prayer of thanks that he was taking the elevator down with you, with his sweatpants and top, it was like he knew, a silent nod of protection.

Before you could open your mouth to whisper a thanks, the doors of the elevator had opened, a tired mom and her two energetic kids passed between you both. It was funny, you could see yourself in her, the drag of dark circles and the hunch of her shoulders mirroring your own. 

You knew the very shakily painted on makeup did little to hide the exhaustion on your face and you rushed to enter the elevator to escape the thought. The motion of the elevator moving down nauseated you a little, churning your stomach in the way it always did with motion, but your apartment wasn’t big and soon enough the music of the elevator turned to a halt as the doors opened up to the ground floor.

You could see the headlights of Carmen's car through the automatic doors of your complex, and you gave your neighbour a smile before rushing to jump into the comfort of Carmen and his very, very warm car.

-- -

The car ride to the beef has been silent, just the syrupy beat of jazz from the car speakers and the burn of Carmen’s gaze searing a hole through you, you feared if you caught his eyes and the look in them the entire interaction today would tumble from your tongue.

You couldn’t ruin today, it was tradition, you had just begun to become folded into it. The joy of Tina calling your name for a hug, the talks about the new pastry ideas with Marcus, Sydney’s laughter, it soothes you like a balm, and you were sure the nausea crawling through your stomach would dissipate the second you entered.

But it didn’t, the beautiful lantern lights from outside the Beef glittered against the Chicago moonlight and the smell of Italian meatballs engulfed your senses and you still felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.

You had said your hellos to everyone, biting back a yelp as Tina’s hand pressed against the bruise on your side, and nodding to Richie’s rambles whilst you felt outside of your own skin.

Your mind kept replaying the scene of him lunging st you, bristling your skin till goosebumps spread through, until your mind was exhausted from fear and well, fucking exhaustion and Carmen had to call your name too many times to rip you from your thoughts.

“Hey, you alright?” Carmen asks with that soft honey tone he keeps for you.

You nod with a smile, and Carmen’s eyes shift towards your plate untouched. It was your favourite, a twist on Osso Buco and yet it laid un moving, Carmen knew it, you did too, and you held back tears as Carmen simply nodded, not sure if he was overstepping his boundaries.

It was the first lick of the start of something, the both of you, the bloom of a companionship Carmen felt was destined, like it was seared into the sand years before you both had even come into existence. And Carmen was new to this, and that opened up a whole can of worms, he didn’t want to fuck it up, he didn’t want to think about fucking it up, but god did he always seem to fuck it up.

You reached across the table to grab the jar of water, your shirt riding up without you noticing. Tina’s eyes widen at the peek of a purple imprint from under your shirt and she has nearly drops her fucking fork

“Baby? What happened to your side?” Tina replies with concern, her voice is quiet but the tables loud boisterous conversations begin to slow down.

You tug your shirt down, and you burn with guilt like you had been caught with this big secret. Carmen immediately looks towards your side, his eyes scanning the way you since a little as your finger brushes against it.

“Nothing, uh um I fell” You don't even believe yourself

“That looks more than something you get tripping over your feet darling, did something happen?”

“What? What’s she saying honey? What did you see Tina?” Tina’s gaze flutters to Carmen, and there’s a pause like she’s assessing whether it was Carmen’s doing before the reality of who he is hits her. It was ingrained in every woman, and Carmen wouldn’t be an exception. Even for a second.

“Looks like someone’s goddam fist imprinted into her skin” 

The restaurant is completely quiet now, and your head falls to your uneaten plate of veal, they look towards you in concern hearing the end of Tina’s words.

Carmen lifts your shirt, and you don’t stop him, the reality of your attack is shown right there in front of him, the imprint of a large hand bruising purple and blue.

Carmen’s eyes burn into the skin, his fists shaking as he remains silent, the rest of the family look on in horror, whispers of “holy fuck?” and eyes seeing the way Carmen practically vibrates, like he’s a second away from exploding.

“..Who did this?”

“It was my fault- I”

“Who did this baby? Who hurt you?” Carmen replies with an exhaled murmur.

“I’m, uh, Uhm- he- oh Carmen” You can’t get the words out, they’re stuck in your throat and you can’t get them out. You feel trapped, your body is sweating like you’re caged, like you're wading through a current and you're losing yourself to the weight of it, your breakdown on display for the whole world to see.

You blink back tears as Carmen tilts your chin to face him, and the look on his face, the look of distraught and fear that blossoms across his features un tetheres the tightly wrapped self control you had formed.

And Carmen scoops you up into his arms so that the entire family doesn’t have to see you break into his shoulder.

His soothing words are like a balm to your distress and he walks you, bridal style to the first aid cabinet, sitting you down on the counter, wiping away your tears as his fingers shake and his throat bobs with a tight swallow. He hastily tugs your shirt, kissing back the howls of pain as he whispers “I know, I know baby girl, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

His soft fingers press gently against the bruise as he rubs a heating ointment across it, he wraps a warm compress around it as bandage and his eyes are avoiding your own as he focuses his fingers on your skin.

“Carmen?” You whisper, the hiccups of tears resounding from your throat, Carmen reaches for a painkiller, placing it in your palm with a whisper of affirmation, he gently tips your head back as he pours water into your mouth, and you swallow it quickly, before looking back at him.

“Carmen? Please” You reply, had you done it, had you ruined everything?

“I can’t look at you because I fear I might break, and- and I can’t right now okay darling? I have to find, I have to find who did this, and I need to make it right, hm? I need to make sure your safe because god my heart is outside of my chest and I can’t feel anything but fear” Carmen replies with a tight low voice, his fists shake as he pressed them into the counter beside your thighs, but he looks up to meet your gaze anyway, and he smiles tightly as the tears stream down.

“Oh Carmen, this isn't on you, you couldn't have possibly known” You reply, wiping a hand across his cheeks.

“How can you say that? I am your, I am meant to protect you, and you, you come limping in without me noticing, fucking Tina saw it before I could, and i hate myself for it” Carmen replies, his cerulean blues shining bright against the shine of tears.

“Who did this, someone at work? A guy on the street?” Carmen replies and you flick away from his gaze, hand falling to your lap as your tongue burns with the desire to just say it all.

“You've got to tell me baby girl, you have to know I've got to make it right, I won’t sleep till I do. '' Carmen replies with a pained cry, like his heart is breaking from the thought of letting this go un avenged. And it's the tortured look on his face, it's the shake of his limbs like he wants to destroy and burn the entire world around him till he finds whoever has done this that uncurls your tongue and lets everything out in the open.

“What? This has been going on for months? Why didn’t you tell me?” Carmen replies, his thumb rubbing soft circles across your thigh.

“Didn’t want to scare you away Carmen, i love-i I like you a lot, more than I have anyone and I didn't want to fuck it up and unload all my problems onto you like a dumpster” You reply, and it sounds stupid when you say it out loud, and when Carmen looks up at you in disbelieved confusion.

“Huh? Oh sweet girl, I’m meant to help you bear it all, that’s why I'm here, and the idea of you thinking I'll love you any less, that I won't help you because of something like this haunts me. I’m meant to protect you yeah? That’s my fucking job, and I’ve failed it” Carmen replies with a grunt.

“No one has said anything like that to me” You say, eyes looking up to him, you weren't shocked, but you weren't, were not shocked, never had you experienced this, this burning adoration for another person, this soft warmth that burst through you at the sound of Carmen's voice promising his devotion, promising his unyielding protection. It armoured you more than a pocket knife ever could.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to your head, before shuffling around the kitchen, walking back into the dining tables, hushing out replies of ‘she's okay’ before coming back in with your things under his arm.

“What are you doing?” You reply in question, as he slowly picks you up with an arm, and gently places you back down. His eyes are constantly flickering to your side, like he’s torturing himself with the image of the first time he saw the horrific bruise across your side.

He had never felt true fear until then, the shatter of his heart beneath his breast as he realises you had gotten hurt and he didn't even fucking realise. Nothing had mattered but your safety and he scared himself with how much his body shook with a desire to destroy the person responsible.

“I’m driving back to your apartment, where you're going to grab your necessities, whilst I pay a visit to your little neighbour downstairs. You’re staying with me, for however long,” Carmen replies with a sneer, walking you through the back door, which you were all too thankful for, you couldn't bear to see the look on the crew’s faces if you had to walk back in.

“Carmen you can’t” You reply rushed, as Carmen slid you into the passenger seat, before clicking on your seat belt for you. He cocks his head, before raising his eyebrows

“Oh, I can’t? Honey, the police don’t do their job and my baby get’s fucking hurt. Nah, that doesn't work for me” Carmen replies, before rushing to enter the driver's seat, shifting the gear into drive before speeding down the city streets. 

His focused on the road, his face unblinking and he grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, you can’t stop looking at him, his gorgeous under the moonlight of the skies, his cheeks crimson from his tears, his cerulean blues calling to you like the sea, and the curl of his blonde hair falling like waves.

The view of your apartment complex comes into your vision as Carmen turns into the carpark in one swift move, you can’t stop the shake of your fingers and Carmen wants to slam his first into the steering wheel when he notices.

“You alright?” Carmen replies “You can stay here, I’ll grab whatever you need”

You want to stay, want to remain in the safety of his sleek tinted windows, but you want to face it too, and somehow that need is more important, he doesn’t get to win, no fucking way.

You unclip your seat belt, opening the door as you turn to him “You going to show me how you protect me or what?”

Carmen bites back a smile, god he was so fucking proud. He could tell you were scared shit less, and yet you fought through that fear, and god you mesmerised him. You were stronger than he could ever be, and he wanted to take that burden from you, carry it himself so you didn't have to.

Carmen jogs to the back of the car, reaching into the boot before the clunk of wood on gravel meets your ears. Carmen nods towards you, as he grips a bat under his arm

“He puts a bruise on you and i break all his fucking bones” Carmen replies, and you can’t stop the joy that image brings you

Carmen walks you to your apartment, waiting outside like a hawk, his bat tight against his grip as he watches the hallways, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you feel infinitly and utterly safe.

You throw your toiletries into a bag, grabbing a few nights of clothes and your work shoes. You eyes flicker around your apartment, it had been home to you for the past 4 years, and yet it felt so foreign to you now, you had grown to attest this place, this place you had filled with so much of yourself, and you hate him so much at that moment, for making you feel this way about a place you had once loved.

You leave your apartment with the door shut closed.

Carmen carries your bag and places them back into the back seat of the car, and as he begins to walk towards the apartment of your neighbour you reach a hand out to stop him.

“Honey, I’ve got to-” Carmen begins before you shut him quickly

“I want to watch” You reply quietly, and Carmen’s eyes flicker, before lacing his fingers into yours, as you both knock on his door.

There's a grumble before the clank of a chain slides open, and his face appears as the door opens to him, you can see the illuminated light of his TV glaring, the floor covered with pizza boxes and beer cans. You see in real time, how his face morphs from anger into fear, his eyes dropping as he sees the way Carmen practically shakes, and the man isn’t able to let out a word, a protest or wail of a plea before the crack of Carmen's wooden bat swings through the air.

-- -

“Are you sure he isn't dead?” You reply, as you dip a washcloth into warm water, wiping away the blood across Carmen’s neck

“He isn’t going to die if I wasn’t the one causing it, besides, if he does, that’s God finishing off the rest of it”. Carmen replies, raising his face so that you cleaned the last of the streaks of blood splattered across his jaw.

Carmen reaches for your hands, pressing a kiss to the top of them as he looks at you in that way like he yearns for you to be closer. 

“You need sleep, but first you need to eat, yeah?” Carmen replies, shushing your protests and he carries you to his room in his arms, after he notices the exhaustion in your limbs. It’s dark, illuminated only by the wall to ceiling windows that look into the busy city streets and light up sky scrapers. 

The sheets are strewn across the bed, haphazard like Carmen had rushed to get them off of him in the early mornings. Carmen slides you into them, tucking you within the soft pillowy blanket, sitting on the edge as he caresses your cheek softly.

He leaves for a moment, rushing to make you something to eat, his skin crawling with a need to feel you against him, nearly tripping over himself as he walks back into his room with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water.

Carmen sits next to you again, pressing spoonfuls of soup into your mouth and wiping the edges ceremoniously as you rest against the headboard half asleep. 

You don’t notice the way he looks at you, like he's trying to memorise every dip and curve of your face, his fingers clutching the spoon tight like he’s going to break if he doesn't hold you against him.

“Honey?” Carmen replies hushed

“Hmh?” You reply, your eyes heavy as the comfort of Carmen's warmth spreads through you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you tell me everything okay? Everything” Carmen replies pained, like the events that transpired somehow still were not resolved, like breaking the man's legs wasn't enough for him.

“Okay” You reply, and Carmen places the dishes onto the bedside table, leaving it to the morning because he can't keep you away from him any longer.

Carmen joins you in the bed, the left side of his bed finally taken by somebody for the first time in a long time. Tugging you against him, Carmen curls your body to lay against his chest, his fingers softly gracing your back, soft circles that had begun to lull you to a sleep you hadn’t felt in months, years even.

The beat of Carmen's heart joins with yours, together and entwined like how it was always meant to be, why had Carmen waited so long? Why had he let time pass without you tucked under him, safe within his arms and away from all the horrors of the world.

It’s only when Carmen notices the shift in your breathing, falling into a soft exhale before he even lets the whispers of sleep grip him within its grasps, his shoulders finally release from its tensed state once he knows you've finally fallen into a sleep that had been kept from you.

“You don’t know how much I love you baby girl, it fucking scares me, but I’ll keep reminding you until infinity if I have to, until you know it deep down like I do” Carmen mumbles out, his eyes falling heavy and you grips you against his chest.

You don’t really know how, but even between the state of sleep and consciousness, you hear him, and you whisper between the space in your bodies, that you already do.

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[furiousgoldfish]

While growing up in an abusive family, a part of me strongly refused to grow up, in fact it's still resisting it. I thought at first, it was because I was taught that I am less and less valuable as I age, but it wasn't only that. It turns out, growing around mostly abusive people, can give you some horrifying notions of what it means to be an adult.

I am going to write down how I perceived adulthood, as an abused kid, because I need to work on it myself, and if there's somebody else feeling this, know that these are not your only option for a future:

All adults are stupid, unkind, boring, bitter, aggressive, obsessed with money, do not understand people around them at all.

All adults have to play specific roles assigned to them and don't step outside of these roles. For instance: mother, grandma, father, aunt, teacher, uncle, neighbour. All roles are restrictive and people can only do whatever is assigned to this role (cleaning, cooking, working a job, going to army, being married, etc)

Adults can't play, be curious, or have fun. Adults have to be focused on their role and stay grumpy, serious, bitter and busy. They don't laugh except when drunk.

Adults are having it tougher than children. They are unloved, uncared for, nobody considers them nice or pretty, nobody wants them around or gives them gifts. Adults are permanently unwanted and undesired everywhere.

Adults have good opinions only of people who are already dead. Everyone alive is constantly being humiliated, shamed and criticized. It's better to be dead.

Adults don't care about children, and only think the worst of children. Adults think children should only exist to work and to be yelled at. Adults are dangerous.

Adults don't care about friendships, loyalty, kindness, courage, bonds, closeness, care, or love. Adults friendships are drinking and smoking in the same room while talking badly about every other person in their life. They don't play, laugh or share things. It's a big game of pretense that the other has it better.

Adults lie and fake everything. They lie about their home life, about what they know, about money. They lie about, and to their children. They tell lies confidently. They make things up if they don't know and then tell those lies as if they're truths. They don't feel guilt if caught lying and instead double down on it.

Adults have money but they can't spend it. They have to keep paying bills and they never have enough money for bills and food. They will buy alcohol and cigarettes though, but they're always stressed about bills. They consider it children's fault.

Adults are endlessly stressed about having to 'feed a family'. This is so bad that they actually end up hating their families. They wish all of their children were dead so they wouldn't have to feed them. They can't seem to stop having children but also hate feeding them. It's like they're forced into it.

Adults have to work constantly. They work their jobs and have to do endless chores when they get home. They have to get up early to do chores and do them late at night. They have to do everything alone, unless they can get a child to do it for them. They can't select not to do it, they have to shift it to someone else to avoid it. Adults have no free time, or hobbies. They have to work at all times and always know what needs to be done.

 Adults have bodies that work less and less. They can't run, climb or jump. They're always having surgeries and can barely walk. Their backs and hips hurt and they complain about the pain every time they need to do anything. They blame the work for this but can't stop working. They're still somehow stronger than children when they want to hurt children, and then they're fully mobile. But at all other times they appear sickly and need stuff done for them.

Adults never get over anything that ever happened to them. They're always victimized by everything that ever happened to them. We the children have to get over things instantly, but they are angry and bitter about the past forever. They hold grudges against family members forever. They freely take things out on other family members. They never forgive or forget or calm down.

Adults are not passionate about anything. Their main priority is looking good in front of others and convincing everyone they're better than they are.

Adults selectively care when someone is crying. If it's someone they don't know, they'll act nice about it. If they know the person they will tell them to shut up and stop annoying them. It's like they fall for strangers tears but see through anyone else's as pretense. I don't understand.

Adults die and then other adults get drunk at their funerals. They say you need to cry but they're only serious for the public part and then go and have parties where they just laugh with everyone. Adults don't care about the dead people but say you're not supposed to say anything bad about them now they're dead. They pretend they cared while the person was alive but they didn't. They obsessively clean and decorate graves just for others not to think they 'didn't care'.

Adults will betray anyone's secrets. Adults will tell other adults whatever you told them in confidence. Adults cannot be trusted with information.

Adults judge and badmouth anyone who doesn't act the way they think people are supposed to act. They will impose their own rules and morals on others and shame anyone who doesn't agree. They insist that everyone needs to follow their assigned family role even though they complain about hating their own. They use the most horrid slurs for people they consider 'bad at their role' and write these people off as parasites and worthless people

Adults all agree children should be obedient, quiet and never want anything or disturb them. They want children only to present them with achievements and work for the rest of time.

Adults have sex but nobody is supposed to say anything about it. It's unclear whether they want to be doing it. If it's a part of a role it doesn't seem like they can say no.

Adults can't be cared for or pampered like children can. Adults do not get candy or chocolate. Adults say it's because children are cute and they're not. Adults are jealous of children. Adults complain about not being cared for.

Adults don't understand how hard children have it and always say being a child is the easiest and best time of life. They seem jealous and tell children to be grateful because it's only going to get worse. I can't imagine surviving worse. They claim their childhood was better than anything they deal with now because food was free and they didn't have to have a job.

Adults have no freedom. They have to stay with family and play their role. They can't survive otherwise. They leech off of each other and hate everyone. They live by imposed rules that force everyone to stay together even if they hate each other. They hate everyone around them. They feel loyal to no one. They bring misery to themselves and people around them and don't feel shame or responsibility for anyone they've hurt or ruined.

Adults don't see others as people with their own inner world. They insist that everyone except them is stupid, shallow, mindless and worthless.

Adults are all cowards who will submit to anyone who is stronger and louder. They'll only fight those who are weaker. They don't care about justice and will happily punish victims in unfair fights. They themselves are bitter and upset if they don't get the justice.

Adults only ever look out for themselves. They don't care about other people. They want money and others to admire them and to serve them. If that is not happening they are angry and bitter at the entire world.

Adults don't see good in other people. They don't see what someone else needs or deserves. They don't care about adventures or magic. They don't have wonder or awe inside of themselves. They don't even look at beautiful things in front of them. They don't care about nature, animals or trees. They don't care about books or knowledge, or reading. They don't care about stories or legends. They don't care about people who suffer so badly they want to die. They judge people for suicide.

They don't care about creating or making something unless it can be sold for money. They don't even tolerate others doing it.

They love no one. Everything they do is a drag and a pain to them and they want to push their work on someone else all the time. They don't care about anything except money and how to get more attention and keep pretenses. They have no true friends or care for anyone. All they have is work, rules and roles they need to act. Their lives are meaningless. Even though they have money they cannot travel or use it for fun or joy. They don't think anyone should be free to do as they want. They have no dignity or honor but pretend they do when in company. They yell but pretend they're victims for 'having to yell'.

They don't care if someone wants to die because of their actions. They don't care for anyone who wants to live differently. People who live differently are worthless and stupid to them. They think they're the only ones who are always right even when they're always wrong.

Adults are convinced that when I grow up this will all make sense and I will grow up to be exactly like them

If you felt as a child, or still do, that these are the truths of adulthood, and something you'll end up becoming, it's not true, and it's mostly just abusers who live their lives in this manner. If this is the only thing you've ever known and seen as a child, adulthood would be terrifying and feel like you'd have to lose your soul in order to become like this.

I'll write another follow-up debunking these and writing what I feel adulthood is right now. It's just definitely not that. And living around people who act like this is normal, is traumatic.

#growing up in abuse #traumatic childhood #perceived notions about growing up #adulthood myths #myths of adulthood from a mind of an abused kid #child abuse #abusive adults #abusers making themselves seem like the norm #growing up in narcissistic household #the empty space in the middle is just so tumblr would let me post #apparently there's a character limit per block #and all of my bullet points were just making one block #the limit is 4096 characters btw

[gojomamashouse]

I certainly can. And I did. Well, sort of. I took some creative liberties with this one. Crossposted on Ao3.

Warnings: 18+ Content Vaginal sex, Praise kink, Loss of virginity (both reader and Mike), soft!dom Mike.

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Reader

Summary: From the name written on your sneakers to the hickey on your neck, Mike had left his mark on you in more ways than one.

Words: 5.8k

According to fandom wiki, Mike is 25 in the movie. The timeline of this story is based on this fact.

In Permanent Marker

1995

Mike has a problem. An even bigger problem than his annoying younger sister, or the bills he cannot pay that keep piling up. That problem is you, his new next-door neighbour.

It all began when he had been unloading the boxes from the car, calling out to Abby as she disappeared to explore the new house. The place was small, but enough for the two of them. More importantly, it was as affordable as it could get, given the savings his parents left behind, the money from the government, and his new job. That was all he really needed.

"Need help, there?"

A voice broke him from his thoughts, a voice belonging to you. He did a double take as he looked to his side towards you, nearly dropping the box in shock. He blinks as if you're nothing more than a hallucination, induced by his lack of sleep, dehydration, and the summer heat. Because there was no way that you were standing there. Someone his age. Someone so attractive. Someone exactly his type and talking to him. You take notice of his shocked expression.

"My folks and I saw you from the window," you point to the house left of his, "thought I could lend a hand.”

"Yeah. Yeah, uh," he nods eagerly, breaking eye contact as he fumbles over his words. He looks back towards the house, "If you could watch my little sister while I unload these. She’s somewhere inside…”

“You’ve got it,” you flash him a smile.

—

He’s sweating and close to passing out as he places the last box down in the front hallway, bracing himself against the wall as he catches his breath. He then looks around. There’s no furniture yet. He couldn’t afford movers to help move the couch or the kitchen table from his parent’s old house, instead opting to sell the furniture and find cheaper options once moved in. That meant he’d be eating on the floor until he had time off work again. This also meant he’d have to take Abby table-shopping and listen to her complain every time she picked something out of his price range, then cry the whole drive back home. He groans to himself, annoyed by his endless stream of thoughts. He supposes that’s just adulthood, now. There’s always something to think about.

He hears giggling from down the hallway, grabbing his attention enough to raise himself from the wall. He creeps towards the sound, peeking past Abby's door. A box was open on the floor, toys and crafts scattered across the carpet. You sit cross-legged in the middle of the room at Abby’s side and she’s pointing to her drawings, chattering away.

He wonders how you make it look so easy.

—

"I don't like it here." Abby tugs on the leg of his jeans, "Can we go back?"

It’s the last thing Mike wants to hear the morning after moving in, his back and arms still sore from all that he carried. He looks down to see her lips were pulled into a frown, her brows furrowed. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking instant coffee from a mug he'd managed to dig out from one of the kitchenware boxes, staring at all the shit he has left to do. And, of course, his sister could never let him do that in peace.

"This is where we live now."

"Why?"

"Because it is."

"I don't want to live here."

And I don't want to work shitty hours for shitty pay just to afford this dump, he thinks to himself.

Still, he can't blame her. The place is a downgrade. The toilet in the main bathroom doesn't really flush, her room is half the size of the one at their parent's old place, and he’d discovered more than a few suspicious stains on some of the walls and carpeting around the house.

"Well, that's just too bad."

"I want to go back!" She shouted, her little fingers digging harder into the fabric of his jeans, now trying to tug his leg. He tries to nudge her off, shaking his leg just enough to make her lose her grip, but she doesn't budge. He sighs to himself.

She's at that age. Five years old, and a complete menace. She was smarter than she looked and had begun to realize that sometimes creating a fuss could get him to bend the rules for her, which now meant she was constantly defying him. Constantly picking a fight. Constantly whining about something. And as much as he loved her he could not stand to hear another tantrum, especially not this early in the morning.

"Stop it, Abby. I'm not dealing with this today."

"Nu-uh!"

She screams when he tugs her away with his hands, lifting her in the air while she tries to kick and shove him away. He knows he's bound to have bruises from where she kicks his torso and scratches where her nails dig into his skin. Had he any energy left in him, he might have been tempted to raise his voice at her. That's one good thing to come out of his restless nights, at least.

The doorbell rings and she's still whining when he places her down on the floor. He kneels to her level, hands on either of her little shoulders.

"We can talk about it later, okay?" He lowers his voice, desperate for her to be quiet. Anything for her to be quiet. "Behave. And quit being such a baby."

His words were enough to render her silent, by some miracle, and so he goes to the door, only to see you standing there. You . He knows he's ogling again and he hates himself for it but he can't help himself, not when you're so pretty. He leans against the doorframe, clearing his throat.

"Hey, uh. What are you doing here?"

"Good morning to you, too. Thought you might need more help," You lean forward, taking a peek inside the place and noting all the boxes, "Judging by all this, I guess I thought correctly."

"Guilty as charged," he holds his hands up, cherishing the sound of your laugh.

The moment doesn't last long. He fails to notice that behind him, his sister is teary-eyed, her lower lip quivering. You furrow your brows, about to say something, but the little girl beats you to it.

"You— you jerk!" Abby finally lets out, and you stand dumbfounded at the door, watching the crying girl. She turns to Mike. "I hate you!"

She runs off to some room somewhere and slams the door, the distant sound of sobs easily heard from down the hallway where you two stood. While you stood there in shock, Mike had grown used to these outbursts, but it didn't leave him entirely unfazed. There was still a tug on his heart like there always was.

"She's just having a moment right now," he sighs, his fingers rubbing his temples, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"You're not going to go and talk to her?"

"She hates me. Didn't you hear?"

"You know that's not true," you shove past him, your hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment longer which certainly did not go unnoticed, "come on."

"What do I even say?"

"You're going to go apologize, dumbass."

That's how he found himself standing outside his sister's door. He was about to simply walk in, until you stopped him, your hand on top of his as he reached for the knob.

"Knock first."

He would've asked why but he's too distracted by how your little touches keep making his face grow hotter, so he simply nods and does as you say, raising his fist to the door. He hears Abby's sobs halt the moment he does. He looks to you, and you nod, as if to signal him to start talking.

"Abs?"

There's a sniffle. "Go away."

"Look, I'm sorry for hurting you. Just open the door." You toss him a glare, "Please?"

There's a pause.

"Liar," she hisses, "you're only sorry 'cause they're making you."

Mike is about to retort, but you raise your hand to silence him.

"Abby, we both want to make sure you're alright. Could you please open the door so we can talk?"

There's a pause and then a shuffle, the sound of her moving from the floor to go and open the door. She's red in the face, snot-nosed and teary-eyed. Mike's heart can't help but break at the sight. He's an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.

"I-I'm not a baby," she blinks at Mike, lifting her arm to wipe her snot on her sleeve, "Y-you're always s-so mean to me. I hate that."

"I didn't mean it. I just, uh... I say stuff sometimes." He frowns, a trembling in his voice. He speaks softly as if it will compensate for all the harsh words spoken prior, "I promise I won't say mean stuff anymore. Honest."

"Pinky promise?"

She raises her pinky finger.

"Yeah. Pinky promise."

He raises his own, letting her little finger curl around his. She quickly wipes her tears away.

The rest of the day is spent doing whatever Abby wants. Mike discovers quickly that you seem to love spoiling her. You take her to the park, let her unpack all her toys and leave them tossed all around the house. You end up ordering pizza at her request, as well, and by the end of the day, she’s saying she wishes you were her older sibling instead. Though it’s said jokingly, it still pierces him through the heart.

The day ends with a tired Abby curled up in her sleeping bag on the floor of her room. Now he's with you, you sitting atop the counter at his side while he places the leftover pizza slices from the takeout boxes into ziplock bags. If he had it his way, the day would have ended with all the moving boxes being unpacked, but he supposes a happy Abby makes his life a hell of a lot easier than an unhappy one.

"She's a lot easier than most her age."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm the oldest ' kid ' in this neighbourhood. I've babysat for practically every family around here," you sip your drink, "she was very quick to forgive you. Not just any kid does that."

Garett had been the same way. Every prank he played, every cruel joke, he forgave him for because that’s just what older brothers do. The difference being that he was a child back then, not an adult. He may be Abby’s older brother by blood, but he needed to be more than that now. She needed him to be more than that.

He finishes packaging the last slice and throws the leftovers in the fridge. He's now fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie— a poor choice of clothing for the midst of a summer heat wave, but he didn't exactly have lots of options. He supposes he should add clothing shopping to his already long to-do list.

“What am I doing?” He says aloud, “I can’t do this.”

“Don’t say that.”

"This always happens. I get annoyed, she gets hurt, and it’s going to happen again.”

"Nobody's made for this at our age,” you gesture around at the house, then at him, “You're bound to fuck up, that's just inevitable."

"Yeah, thanks,” he deadpans.

"That’s not what I meant. You live and you learn, that's what you do. No one's perfect but we can always try.”

“What if me trying isn’t enough?”

“It’s better than not trying at all.”

He looks back down the hallway, at Abby’s door. Does she care that he's trying? Does she know how much he has sacrificed to give her a semblance of a normal life? He scoffs at himself internally. She's a child, of course she doesn't. That's not her fault. It’s not her responsibility either. She’s the kid, and he’s the adult now. It’s unfair on both sides but that’s the way things are.

"Thank you. For all the help, and everything," He finally says, turning to you.

"That's what neighbours are for, right?" You’re hopping off the counter. It was dark outside now, and fair to assume you’d be on your way home. Only, you halt in your tracks for a moment. "Wait, one more thing."

You pull out one of those disposable cameras from the pharmacy. It’s scratched and beaten up, evidence of its use. He freezes up when he feels your arm draping around him to pull him into the frame and snap a quick picture. He blinks from the flash, and you laugh at the way his eyes squint, shoving the camera back into your pocket.

"The hell?" He raises a brow, "that's going to be an awful one, just so you know."

"I don't care if photos look good. It's about the memories and all that." you roll your eyes, "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early. We're going to finish unpacking.”

You're out the door before he can even reply.

—

He starts to learn who you are, piece by piece. He learns that you don't know a single thing about keeping your curtains drawn shut and that you're completely oblivious to how he's seen you in your room in your pyjamas at night, talking on the phone while you twirl the telephone cord around your finger. He learns that you go to college out of state, which is why you're so insistent on taking photos of everything you can because you get homesick so easily. He learns, that because of that, he won't be seeing you after the summer for many months and struggles to figure out why that thought leaves a dreaded ache in his heart.

The ache only grows the more time he spends with you, whether it’s with Abby or one-on-one. He thinks he’s going to die when he sees you packing up your car at the end of the summer, but offers to help you out regardless.

"Have fun," he says to you, hating how disingenuous the words feel on his tongue.

Your car is now packed, and you're on the steps, him standing on the stone path below. You look up at him with a smile while you're lacing up your shoes. It's those damn shoes you always wear, always torn up and dirty and desperately in need of being replaced. He's not one to talk when it comes to proper footwear, but he swears they are only a thread away from being torn apart.

"I'll try."

You finish doing up your laces, and pull out a permanent marker from your pocket, handing it to him. He gives you a confused look.

"Sign it."

"What?"

"My shoe," you repeat, and he takes notice of your sneakers, varying names written along the white rim already, all in different colours and sizes. "It's something I've been doing since high school. Just to remember."

Knowing how you treasure your photos, it only makes sense to him now. He kneels down and signs it in the black marker, his handwriting atrocious, but evidently an effort to make it appear more legible than normal. He lets go of your ankle when he's done and you smile, raising it to look at his handiwork.

"I tried."

"Hey, it's not that bad."

"It's pretty bad."

You both laugh, and you stand up finally, stepping down to his level. He tries not to show his shock when he feels your arms wrap around him, pulling him tightly towards you. He happily accepts the embrace, soaking up the affection like a dried-out sponge.

"One last thing," you whisper to him, and he feels your hand slip something into his pocket. “Look at it later, ‘kay?”

"I'll miss you."

"I'll be back."

And though he wants to believe you will, he can't help but stare into your dark windows that night, counting down every day until your return. Not everyone in his life has, after all.

He checked his pocket the moment you left earlier that day. It was the photo of the two of you in his kitchen, from one of the first days you met. It was blurry and dark but he could make out the sight of your smile and his face of confusion. The back side has the date written.

He places the photo on his nightstand and rolls over on his back, staring at the Nebraska poster on his ceiling. He took his meds not long ago, his eyes drooping, but his mind unable to stay focused, his thoughts drifting towards you.

—

1996

The last time you called his home line, you said you'd be home in a few weeks, but he still hasn’t seen you yet. The light in your bedroom window remains turned off. He wishes the thought of seeing you again didn’t have him so restless.

Today is his birthday. A whopping twenty-one years old. If he were a normal person, he'd be out with friends, pouring liquor down his throat until he couldn't drink anymore. Instead, he went to work, then returned home late to greet the babysitter on the couch, her middle school textbooks sprawled on the coffee table and Abby already in bed. She’s gone the moment he hands her a twenty-bill, peddling away on her bicycle.

Though the house now has furniture, it still feels so empty. He sits alone on the couch, the sounds from the TV turning into a soft humming. He doesn’t want to think about the dirty plates in the sink or Abby's toys and crayons that littered the living room floor.

His heart skips a beat when he hears a knock on the door. He tentatively gets up, swallowing dryly. It couldn’t be you. You would have called him or said something, right? He’s never been so thankful to be wrong in his life because when he sees you standing there on his steps, in those torn-up sneakers with his name on them, with a six-pack of beer in your hands, he’s immediately grinning like a child.

"Where the hell have you been?" he looks down at the alcohol in your hands, "what's this?"

"A gift for the birthday boy," you grin, "twenty-one. That's a pretty big age."

"Are you twenty-one yet?" He raises a brow.

"You want the beer or not?"

"Alright, alright," he looks into the house, the place dead silent save for the TV. "Let's go out back. Abby has school tomorrow. I don't want to wake her."

Sharing the company of another had become so foreign to him at this point that he forgot how nice it feels to be human. To feel the summer breeze through the fabric of his t-shirt, to feel the condensation from the cold can drip down his fingers, to feel the warmth of the alcohol sitting nicely in his stomach. Hell, he doesn’t even mind how shit the beer you bought tastes, though the initial shock causes him to cough the moment the first gulp is downed.

"Don't tell me you actually waited until now to have your first drink," he hears you say.

"I didn't, but I don't drink that much. Especially not this," he eyes the brand name on the can.

"I was tired of college parties and all the watered-down shit alright? I needed something different."

"Must be exhausting . Getting invited to so many parties."

"Oh, shut it," you shake your head, "trust me, college is lonelier than you think."

He stares down at your sneakers, noticing that not a single new name has been written. One part of him wonders how anyone could not want to become your friend. The other part of him is proud that he’s the last person to sign it, his name standing out compared to all the other old, faded-out ones.

"That's one thing we have in common."

"I take it life's not so great, either?"

"Abby has been acting out less but now she barely talks.” He sighs, “It's... another thing to think about."

There’s a pause.

“Then don’t think about it. Not tonight.”

“Easier said than done,” he rolls his eyes.

"Come on, it’s your birthday and we’re out here moping on your back porch. That's no way to celebrate."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Something. Anything. I dunno, you're the birthday boy. What do you wanna do?"

"I..." his eyes trail down to your lips and stop. He knows he's being obvious but he's tired enough to where he doesn't really care anymore to hide it. He sees how your brows knit together, and he looks away. "I'm fine doing this."

"That's not what I asked." He feels your hand creep over to his, flat against the porch. Your touch is electric. He allows himself to look at you again. Your eyes are determined and your touch is intentional, he's sure. "I asked what you want ?"

Hesitantly, he lets his hand intertwine with yours. He's barely able to meet your eyes, embarrassed by his cheeks which he knew were most likely pink by now.

"I want you."

His other hand raises to your cheek, his cold hand against warm skin. His eyes speak to you, though his mouth says nothing, asking for permission. You lean in yourself, tired of his hesitation. You can taste the alcohol on his lips, his mouth so tender and sweet against yours. He's gentle and endearingly clumsy but above all else, he's desperate and he kisses you like you'll disappear the moment he lets you go. His hand is tighter around yours and the other that had first been against your cheek drifted to the back of your neck. You hear him let out a sound when your hand runs through the back of his hair and you're both pulling away, still craving something more.

"How much of me do you want?"

"So much," he gulps, "so much more."

There's a grin on your lips as you drag him by the hand, abandoning the half-drank beer cans as you enter the house. Careful not to alert Abby, who was sleeping next to his room, you both tip-toe down the hallway, unable to help the giggles that escape your mouths. Then, the moment you're in his bedroom, you're pushing him against the door, seizing his lips. You feel his abs under his T-shirt, realizing just what he had been hiding under all those hoodies last summer. You feel the warmth radiating from him, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You smile against his mouth when you feel his hand at your waist, slipping under your top to fit right into the arch of your back. He's holding back, you can tell, and it only makes you want to fan the flames and let him burn even brighter.

You tug him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards the mattress until his legs hit the edge and he’s sitting, your body crawling on top of him. And, for someone who had been concerned about not waking his sister, he sure allows himself to make so many pretty noises. He pulls away for air once again and looks up at you like he worships you, his hands on either thigh while you lean your forehead against his own. He then lets out a laugh, still genuine, though hushed.

"What's so funny?" You murmur.

"This is the best birthday gift I've had in years."

"But you haven't even unwrapped me yet," you quirk your brow. "You said you wanted more, didn't you?"

"I did," he hums, his eyes dragging down over your body, shyly. "Still do. If that's what you want, too."

"You already know I do."

He brings his fingers to the hem of your shirt and slowly lifts it, your arms raising to help him slip it off. You feel yourself shudder under his analytical gaze, even though the night is sweltering. You feel the goosebumps rise under your skin as his fingers brush over your body as if to memorize every curve and texture with his fingertips. And though you had done your best to mask your inexperience all night, it became obvious to him, the moment you were squirming before him— topless— the truth.

"I've never done this before," you admit before he can ask you, feeling more vulnerable than ever as he stares up at you, the most anyone had ever seen of you beneath your clothing.

"That's okay," he tilts his head, big brown eyes looking right back at yours, "if it's okay with—"

"I've already told you it is. Everything is okay with me. Please. "

He nods, his hands reaching behind you, and you feel his fingers at the clasp of your bra. There's a flush on his face as he fumbles with it, brows scrunched as he tries to pull it apart. Then, it hits you. The look in his eyes, the uncertainty in his actions, the constant need for reassurance. He's been trying to hide it just like you were. Had your own mind not been so clouded, perhaps you would have noticed it far sooner. You reach behind yourself, hand brushing past his own to unclasp the bra yourself, before letting it slide down your shoulders. There's a glimmer in his eyes as he takes in your half-naked form, mouth parted slightly.

"You've never done this either, have you?" You ask, hands looped around the back of his neck as you seat yourself better in his lap. You try not to make a sound when you feel his erection through his gym shorts, pressed right up against where you need friction the most.

"Never," he manages to say, somehow. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"We'll figure it out."

You're kissing him again, and this time you're the one fumbling to remove his shirt, unable to properly admire his exposed body as his mouth is pressed against yours the moment the garment is removed. You feel yourself start to crumble at every little noise he makes, every little touch and grinding of his hips into yours. Then his mouth is trailing down your neck and his hands are on your breasts, his touch gentle but his lips hungry. You feel his lips suck on a particular spot on your collarbone and hiss, your fingers threading through his hair.

"You're gonna leave a mark.”

He pulls away, not quite sporting a grin, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s proud, regardless.

"Is that a problem?"

"Bastard," you retort.

With that, you're pushing him down until his back is against the mattress, leaving your own trail of kisses down his neck and chest, a flurry of butterflies in your stomach every time you hear his noises, and whispers of praise. You reach down for his shorts, tugging them down, this time you're able to get a better view of him beneath you. Your hand traces the outline of the muscles on his abdomen and chest, feeling your face heat up, again reminded just how built he was. As if he couldn't get any hotter, you notice the trail of hair leading from his belly button, disappearing beneath his boxers. You suck in a breath, your pupils blown wide.

“I'm gonna go insane if you don't touch me right now,” he says, allowing you to realize just how long you had been staring him down.

The words go straight through you, reminding you of your arousal between your legs, and how you were currently sitting right on top of his dick, the only barrier between you being each other's underwear. You rock your hips against him and hear him whine, your hands flat against his chest. It almost scares you how good it already feels, without having done much of anything at all.

"You have any condoms?" You ask.

"Yeah, think so," he stammers, his eyes darting towards his dresser.

You get up, feeling his eyes on your ass as you dig through the drawer, sifting through clutter. Momentarily, you smile when you find the photo you gave him last year— before returning to the task at hand. You find a condom buried at the very back.

"Were you prepared for this?" You tease.

"I don't think that far ahead. They’re free handouts from sex Ed, senior year."

"If you actually paid attention in that class, you'd know that condoms have an expiration date."

"I did pay attention," he says as you settle yourself back on top of him, the foil between your fingers. "They're not expired yet ."

"Yeah? What else did you learn?"

You suppress a yelp when you feel your position forcibly switched, your back now against the mattress with him hovering over you. The condom had disappeared into his hand.

"That you probably shouldn't be on top for your first," you feel his hand at your panties, brushing your clit over the fabric, "and that you're gonna need more foreplay than just dry humping."

You notice how he looks at you for approval before tossing your underwear aside, admiring how your slick coats his fingers. You'd touched yourself enough times before to know what this feels like but somehow, when it's him doing it instead of yourself, you already feel you'll fall apart at any moment. Your clit is swollen and your hole flutters around nothing as his fingers continue to tease you. Fortunately, he slips his middle finger in before you can scold him for being a tease— and fuck it's so much more than you're used to. His fingers reach inside you better than yours ever did you feel your mouth go agape, your hand reaching to clasp over your mouth out of fear your noises will echo through the mostly silent house.

"Mike," you plea, but to no avail, one hand still desperate to muffle your sounds while the other gripped the bedsheets.

“Is it… am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “please, don’t stop.”

You’d heard horror stories before from others, about how aggressive some men were with their first times. But you think Mike is the opposite. So gentle and considerate— uncertain and awkward, sure, but with a willingness to learn and try.

“Doing so well,” he whispers sweetly, “you’re so perfect.”

You're so close to reaching your high that you almost wish you could strangle him the moment he pulls away, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss. You then hear the sound of the foil being torn apart and the feeling of his dick rubbing against your centre. Despite his smile, you notice the worry behind his eyes. He's terrified. So, you bring your hand to his cheek.

"I want this," you reassure once again.

He nods.

He slips the tip in and your body spasms, the intrusion feeling so foreign. He watches your expression change with each passing moment he spends pushing into you. He loves the way your lips part, how your lashes flutter shut. Loves how your brows scrunch together. All because of him. You’re so soft and warm around him and he’s struggling to cool himself down.

"So much," you comment, your eyes half-lidded when he finally bottoms you out, your bottom lip pulled by your teeth. He tries not to let the compliment get to him, otherwise, he knows he’ll be finishing faster than he wants.

"You're doing so good," he whispers, his hand intertwining with your own, "taking me so well. Can you keep doing that?"

You nod, and he whimpers, taking another thrust. Your nails are digging into his shoulder blades but he doesn't care. It’s another distraction, helping him hold himself together while you take him. He takes another thrust and nearly loses it when he watches you whine, tilting your face to the side.

“More,” you let out.

You feel every inch of him inside you, pressing against your most sensitive parts and though the initial discomfort hadn’t fully yet faded, you start to feel yourself getting lost in pleasure the more you accommodate him. You continue to drag your nails down his back, the knot inside of you growing tighter. You reach down to touch your clit, aching for more stimulation, but he’s quickly replacing your hand with his own, rubbing circles into you.

“So good.”

“Yeah?” He stammers out, finding it difficult to string words together in the moment.

“You feel so good, Mike.”

He didn’t realize how fucking hot it would be to hear you say his name while you’re fucked out like this until you do, and he feels himself losing a grasp on himself.

The feeling inside of you starts to snap and your body is thrashing around as you approach your high. He feels you grasping onto him like he’s your lifeline, shaking through your cries, which are muffled by your hand on your mouth. He, too, reaches his limit, and he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck in the hopes that he isn’t too loud.

All that’s left is the sound of both of you breathing when it’s over, and you hear him get up, throwing the rubber away. The bed dips at your side and you feel him on top of you again, head buried into your neck as he holds you. You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips, your fingers raking through his brown curls.

It's different from all the times you've touched yourself beneath your sheets in the dead of night. Instead of coming down from your high and laying your head against a cold pillow, your head is against him. You can feel every beating of his heart, every rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. You can feel the stubble on his chin and jaw tickling the crook of your neck. You're shaking, sweating and your whole body aches, yet you want nothing more than to lay here with him. And though you could have given yourself to some other person in college, you know it would not have been the same with anyone else other than the messy-haired brunette who lay atop you.

"Missed you so much," he whispers, "please stay?"

You stare at your house through his window, choosing not to think too hard about the view he has into your bedroom from this angle. Your family wouldn’t care.

"I'm here," you respond, pressing a kiss to his head.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x you #fnaf x reader

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 5: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, coerced pussy inspections, König being a non-licensed gynaecologist lol

A/N: Editing this while wondering what the fuck is wrong with me (A lot)

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | > Masterlist

Should you tell him? It's a pretty weird topic to bring up so casually.

He's still a man afterall, right?

Lately, you have been waking up with... a lot more discharge than usual. Thick white opaque liquid leaks out of your pussy and crusts onto the fabric of your panties.

You were confused, and a little grossed out, but after taking a shower and getting dressed, you forgot about the weird situation.

At least until you woke up again the next day and the same thing happened.

And the next day.

And everyday the next week.

And everyday the next month.

Was it something you ate? Was it a sign of cancer? Was it something worse?

You haven't had sex in a long while so it couldn't be that...

It had happened while you were sleeping over at König’s too, where he had been keeping you safe in his arms as you slept so it's not like you've been attacked.

The only explanation was that it was just your body doing its own thing, and there was no harm done.

Right?

"Hey, König?" You looked up at the man standing next to you.

"Yes, liebling?" He hummed, and you bit your lip.

"Are you... Uhm..."

"What is it, mein hase? He asked with concern, and you looked down, playing with your hands.

"Are you busy... today?" You nervously asked.

"I have nothing planned. Did you have something in mind, liebling?" He asked.

"No. Yes. Sort of." You muttered.

"I need your help with something.." You bit your lip nervously.

"And what would that be?" He hummed.

"U-Uhm... It's... embarrassing..." You murmured, and he tilted his head.

"What is it, liebling?" He placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "You know I'll do anything for you."

"Yeah... I know.." You nodded, "But this is weird..."

"Nothing is too weird, mein hase."

You blushed, and looked down, biting your lip.

"Do you mind... Accompanying me to the gynaecologist? I think there's something wrong with me.." Your face was red and your heart was beating wildly.

König bit his lip to hide a smirk, his mind already imagining what you were going to say.

"What's wrong? You caught something with your ex-boyfriend?" He pretended to ask.

"What? God, no! Me and Billy.. Well, I haven't had um... sex in a long while." You murmured.

"So then, why are you so worried? I'm sure it's nothing. Tell me, my late wife always complained about the same thing and she was fine." He pretended to be assuring to you.

"That's the thing, König. It's.. It's something gross.." You cringed for even having this conversation.

"I've never really had a guy close enough to me to talk about this.." You whispered.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, liebling."

"But it's different-"

"It's human, liebling. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

"No, you don't understand. It's... I don't think a woman is suppose to produce something.. um.. so much.." You whispered.

"-And i've never really... Had anything like this happen before.." You sighed, looking away.

"Ah, if you're that worried.. Show me then," König even followed up with a gentle smile that was so well crafted you couldn't possibly imagine him being the culprit.

"W-what? No! That's even more gross!" You squeaked and König's smile dropped, turning into a frown.

"Liebling, it's only natural. Don't you trust me?" He asked, and your blush worsened. "You see me as your father, ja?"

"Yeah.." You reluctantly answered.

"Then, there's nothing to be afraid of." He patted your head reassuringly. "If it makes you feel any better, I served a short period as an assistant to a doctor in my younger days serving in the military. I've seen and helped more women than I can count. I’m more than happy to help you if you want, liebling,”

You blushed and nodded, looking down.

"O-okay.. But promise you won't laugh or make fun of me.."

"Of course, hase." He gave you a soft smile and rubbed your back.

"Alright.."

You allowed him to guide you to his bedroom as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Alright, mein hase. Whenever you're ready." König told you, and you nodded.

You hesitantly lifted up your skirt, and inched closer to the edge as you spread your legs about a foot's width.

"I'm going to need you to spread your legs a bit wider, hase. I can't see anything." He cooed, and you swallowed thickly and obeyed, your hands tightly gripping the edge of the mattress.

König's eyes immediately zeroed in on the wet patch that stained your panties, and he smirked to himself.

His thumb gently pressed against the damp spot, making you gasp.

"Is this the 'problem' spot you're talking about, hase?"

You nodded, and he gently rubbed his thumb over the fabric.

"König.." You whimpered, and he hummed, moving his hand away.

"I'm going to remove your panties, ja?"

"Mm-hmm.."

You nodded and watched him hook his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down slowly and carefully.

"Mmm, mein hase, it's worse than I thought." Your pussy was still red from the abuse he gave it the night before as you were sound asleep.

"It's.. It's been like that for a month. All.. red and sensitive..." You murmured out in embarrassment. 

"When I wake up, there's always a heavy white sticky discharge- A lot of it. And it's crusty when I take my panties off.." You bit your lip.

"And it happens every morning..."

"Oh, poor hase.." König clicked his tongue in sympathy. His eyes however, were set on your cute little clit nestled in the top of your slit.

"How does it feel?" He asked and brushed his fingertips against your labia.

"Mm.." You whimpered and bit your lip, "It feels sensitive.."

"And here?" He pressed his fingers into the skin around your lips, and you whined.

"Hurts.." You whimpered.

"Poor little thing.." He hummed, his fingers trailing up to your clit.

"Oh.." You gasped and instinctively closed your legs.

"No, no, liebling." He cooed, and opened your thighs once more, his finger rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

"That's not!- You're touching my, oh~" You let out another gasp.

"I'm just checking, ja? To make sure nothing is wrong."

"O-oh, okay.."

You swallowed thickly and let him rub and stroke at your pussy, his fingers gliding against the wetness of your arousal.

"I don't see anything.. white that you mention of." He pretended to be curious as he lightly dipped his index finger into your entrance, your walls already trying to suck him in.

“But it’s always there every morning..” You tried reasoning with him.

"Well, I don’t see it. Here, it's mostly clear, hase.." He continued, pushing his finger further.

"K-König!-" You instinctively pushed yourself up, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Shh, hase. We don't want the neighbours to hear you, now do we? It'll give them the wrong impression. I'm just examining you, afterall.."

"It feels.. weird." You murmured.

"Just relax, liebling." He soothed, "There's nothing to worry about."

He began pumping his finger in and out of you, watching how your body reacted and memorising all the ways you whimpered and suppressed your moans.

"Hmm... Have you been eating well? How's your diet?" He asked, pretending to be concerned as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb still circling your clit.

Oh, how he was enjoying the way you struggled to form words as your hands gripped the fabric of his bedsheets tightly.

"I-I have.." You moaned.

"Have you been drinking enough water?" He asked, his thumb speeding up on your clit.

"Y-yes! I have. I have!-"

"I'm just making sure, hase.." He said softly, "I don't want anything bad to happen to my liebling, ja?"

"Y-yes, König.." You whimpered. "Are you almost done..?"

"Almost, liebling.." He said, "I'm just trying to find the source of the problem."

König pulled his fingers out, his middle and ring finger pressing against your entrance. The pulsing of your tight heat had him salivating at the thought of how he's the one that caused that.

"Now, just relax, hase." He cooed.

"I don't think-"

Your breath hitched and a moan escaped you as he slid his two fingers inside, pushing past your resistance.

"Shh, shh, liebling. Just relax, hm? I'm almost done checking." He hushed.

"Please, König, I don't think- A-ah!~"

König started fucking his fingers in and out of you, his movements slow and teasing.

"What was that, liebling?" He smirked from your reaction, his pace slowly picking up.

"Mm, it's sensitive, König! Too- ah! Much!"

You couldn't focus on forming words properly as the older man fingered you, your pussy already fluttering and squeezing his fingers.

It didn't take long before you clamped down on his digits, and let out a soft cry, your body shaking.

"König!-"

"There you go, hase." He hummed.

"I think we've found the source of the problem."

You gasped, your face a bright shade of red.

"Oh, God, König! I didn't mean to..!" You cried out, face red.

"Oh, hase, don't worry about it. It's natural."

"But-"

He pulled out his fingers and wiped it on the bed sheets.

"Frankly, I don't think there's anything wrong. Your discharge was clear. It's not white. And as far as I'm concerned, you've eaten a healthy and balanced diet and had enough to drink. You haven't been having unprotected sex either. In fact, you're very healthy, hase." He gave a deceptively sweet smile at you.

"B-but, König.."

"Liebling, you're a beautiful and healthy woman." He sat next to you and pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"You're not in any danger, I can promise you that. It's perfectly normal. It's nothing to worry about.." He reassured.

"It's just something that happens." He kissed your forehead. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, ja?"

"Okay.." You nodded, your heart still pounding.

"Good girl. Now, put your panties back on. We'll go have lunch together at that place you like, hm?"

You smiled and nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, König. For.. Helping me out." You murmured and he smiled.

"Of course, hase. Anything for you,"

#konig x reader #könig cod #könig smut #neighbour könig #cod mw2 #call of duty #könig mw2 #konig

[arsheyee]

SMUT AHEAD KIDS BELOW 18 STAY OUT

Nanami x Y/N BREAKFAST 🥞

I wrote a smut for the second time 😅😅😅… so kinda nervous to post it 😬. Wrote it today in one sitting.

Tell me what you think 🙈✌🏻 (This hot man can we just take a minute to look at him)

Hope it gives you butterflies 🦋 🦋

The sunlight from the crack of the curtain hit your eyes. Rubbing your eyes you woke up. Your back is hurting and your legs feel sore. Last night was exhausting and exquisite.

Nanami is sleeping beside you. Naked like you. The sunlight from the thin white curtains hitting his body in the right spots made him look godly.

Your clothes are scattered like bread crumbs around leaving trails of last nights activity you did.

You got up from bed freeing yourself for Nanami’s hand that was draped across you hips caressing your ass.

You blush looking at the nakedness as you look at yourself in the large mirror on the dressing table in front you.

Getting up from the bed slowly you pick up Nanami’s shirt and put it on and walk towards the kitchen to make breakfast

You put the n some music and open the fridge to get some eggs and flour from the cupboard above it.

Pancakes is the best breakfast after sex. You thought giggling to yourself and start making them.

Lost in the music whisking the eggs you didn’t realise Nanami had come over to the kitchen looking for you.

Swaying your hips to the music he came behind you a slid his hands across you hips

Started you winced at the contact and turned around to see him looking at you.

“Good morning babygirl“ he whispered in your ears.

Your ears are turning red from the nickname you greeted him back “Good morning Kento”

He smiled hearing his name from you lips.

"You're wearing my shirt," He praised as he ran his hands down your waist and slowly pulled up the shirt to reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath it.

He slowly creeps his hands down to your pussy feeling you are wet. Ready for him as always.

He pulled you on top of the kitchen table.

"I'm starved." He smirked, pulling you to the edge of the table and exposing you to him. Your whole body burnt to be touched by him and you watched as he wasted no time with teasing you. His tongue slid over you, between every fold, lapping up your arousal as if it was the last meal he was ever going to have.

"Oh god," You cried out as he began to swirl his tongue over your clit, sucking harshing as you jerked your hips up involuntarily. Every time you moved his grip on your waist would tighten and he dragged you into him, delving his tongue deeper inside of you as your head rolled back against the wooden table. 

"Don't give him the credit, it's me that's going to make you cum," He hummed

against your clit making your body shake. He once again took your pussy lips in his much and began sucking on it, moving his tongue with precision over every inch of your sensitive flesh. He could never get enough of making you moan out the way that you were.

"Taste so fucking good, my good fucking girl." He moaned out causing you to squirm in his grasp, bucking against him as he began to massage your clit with his fingers,

"Look at you, squirming and so close." His mouth went to work on you again and soon you were wiggling and moaning his name out so loud you were sure your neighbours were going to complain. Your fingers laced into his blonde hair as you bucked against him.

"Please...Nanami, Please..." Your words come out in chokes as he continued to rub you faster, his tongue plunging in and out of you mercilessly.

"You wanna cum baby?" You nodded eagerly as he chuckled darkly, his fingers on your clit getting faster as he watched your uncontrollable hips bucking.

"Please, please, please!" You begged as the pressure started to feel too much for you to hold back any longer.

"Cum," It was one word and you were undone by it all. Cumming around his tongue as your toes curled against the table, your whole body ached as you cried his name out.

"Good baby," He chuckled as he carefully kissed his way up to your lips, pressing kisses all over your face as you let out small whimpers. 

“Go take a shower. I’ll finish breakfast for you.”

You looked confused and asked

“No breakfast for you?”

He smirked wiping his lips “I already ate breakfast”

You walk towards the bathroom smacking his arm surprised and blushing by his answer.

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[icarusthefoolish]

Finding a Family in a Ruined world

Summary: Ellie and Joel end up camping in an old and abandoned town, while clearing out the infected in the Area and trying to settle down they meet a child.

Warnings: body horror, emaciation, infected wounds, Mentions of past shoddy done amputation, child abandonment.

Notes: No gender specified. Ellie and Joel might be a bit OOC mostly based on the game not the HBO series since i haven't gotten to watch it. No mentions of Y/N

Original idea by: @lemonlaides

Wc: 5k

Note: I've been messaged by the author of Notre Dame @lemonlaides mentioning that this story is incredibly close to theirs. That was never my intention. They said i can keep this up if i give them credit for the original idea and change some stuff. Again copying them was not my intention.

Joel and Ellie were on their way to the Firefly Hospital and usually they would hunker down in some place which is not an Abandoned town that's probably full of Infected but they didn't really have much of a choice, they had arrived to scavenge but ended up having to stay the night because it got dark too fast. They were currently killing off what they hoped to be the last infected in the area.

Ellie let out a grunt after she kicked one of the Walkers of her before stabbing her knife into its rotten skull and piercing it's brain killing it. Joel was currently stomping on the head of another infected before he let out a deep sigh. "Alright that shoulda been all of em... hopefully." Ellie nodded before looking around the area, other then a few houses that looked more then just unstable and a few shops there was a big Clocktower which would probably be the best area to stay the night in.

"Joel, I'd say we should ger into that Clocktower to stay in." The man nodded walking to the door which was locked tight. Ellie looked around "maybe i can find a way in through a smashed window or some-" she looked over when she heard a smack and the lock break, Joel had smashed the butt of his shotgun into the lock effectively breaking it. "That... Also works i guess..."

She shook her head before Joel pushed the door open carefully, Ellie stood behind him flinching because of the smell, the entire area smelled like death, decay and food? She looked to Joel who was scanning the area full of opened and half eaten food that didn't look older then a day at best. What Ellie also noticed was that most of the lower walls were full with crude small drawings, some which looked like stick figures others that looked like someone had just scribbled on the wall.

The floor boards above them creaked loudly, Joel immediately pushed Ellie behind him holding out his shotgun. Ellie looked up letting out a gasp when she saw a face with big scared looking eyes look down from a gap of the floor boards, the gap was big enough to see the kids face, with cheeks that were sunken and a generally emaciated frame.

Joel put the gun down carefully his face going slightly white at the way the child looked. He lowered the gun to the floor before turning back to the kid. Who came down the raggedy steps but stayed far enough away that they could run. Ellie walked Infront of Joel "hi there, I'm Ellie the grumpy man behind me is called Joel" Joel let out a huff at that though he couldn't really complain because he was grumpy. "We aren't here to hurt you." Ellie smiled but her smile vanished when she saw bloody rags tied to the stump of their Left Leg.

They answered their name back. timidly "My mommy and daddy left me and i dunno where they are..." They sniffled slightly and Ellie frowned. "We have some food if you want? You look hungry kid." They nodded slightly "mhm i don't eat much because I can't find stuff. One day something bad happened to our neighbours and one of them tried getting me, when my mommy pulled me in here something bit me..." They lifted their left leg or what was left of it, "mommy and daddy pulled me in here and held me down... T-then i just remember that it hurt and there was a lot of red stuff..." Even Joel grimaced at that before standing next to Ellie.

"If you want we can help you with that too looks like it hurts kid." They hobled down the rest of the stairs and before looking at Joel and Ellie afraid not sure if they should trust them. Ellie smiled "don't worry we really just wanna help." They hummed looking at their leg before slightly nodding. Jole took his honestly nasty looking Med Pack out of the bag. He sighed before sitting down and grabbing their leg and carefully undoing the blood stained fabric, and honestly the sight under the fabric was worse then any Infected, not only because of how it looked but because of the way that this was a child maybe 6 or 7 years old if he had to guess.

The skin around the cut was red puffy and leaking a yellowish white pus. The suturing job was also no where near good but he guessed that that was all they had. "Alright kid.... This is probably gonna hurt." Ellie frowned and sat down next to them pulling out her Joke book. "Hey focus on me while he deals with that how about i tell you some jokes while you eat something hm?" She also pulled some candy that she had gotten a little while back and let them choose a few.

While Joel was trying to carefully disinfect the area, Ellie told them Jokes and honestly Joel wanted to groan at each one but at least she was Keeping the kids mind of the pain, They let out a whimper as soon as the alcohol touched the already inflamed skin. "Hey don't focus on how much it hurts i know it does, try to focus on me ok?" They nodded clenching their eye's closed and biting their lip.

Joel tried to clean the infected stump up quickly befor suturing it closed again and wrapping it up. "There hopefully that will stop the infection." He looked at the kid "you did good." Ellie looked to Joel "can they come with us? We can't just leave them here." Joel hummed, while Ellie was definitely right they also couldn't risk anything. He let out a small groan rubbing his hand down his face. "We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?"

Ellie nodded "alright you can sleep in my sleeping bag if you want." They smiled and nodded slightly "mhm I'd like that." Joel and Ellie got a small fire going to keep them warm through the night, Ellie opened up her sleeping bag and the child crawled in.

In the morning Joel had decided to take the kid with them, he didn't want to say it out loud but he'd grown fond of them in the short time they spent together. After what happened at the Firefly Hospital he was glad that the kid was too young to understand what was going on. So Joel Ellie and the child made their own home in Jackson. Their amputated stump started to heal thanks to the help of Maria who couldn't believe that a child had been living alone for who knows how long.

Their life's started becoming normal and they were a little family in their own way.

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[illegal-heartbreaker]

Hiii! Can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader where it’s sort of a frenemies to lovers where they always somehow get into arguments over the little things. All the other teachers can sense the tension except reader and Larissa. And when Marilyn (she’s just good ol’ Marilyn here) has had enough of the bickering and the two complaining about the other to her, she just goes “oh my god please just confess your feelings already!” And storms off leaving the two to follow what she said. Thank you!!

"it's obvious" {l. weems}

summary: req above!

relationship: larissa weems x reader

warning/extra: swearing

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"Your shoelace is untied!" You called out to the Principal who had just walked past the door where you stood watching over the students head to their dorms. Laughing as she looked down and spun around glaring at you.

"I'm not even wearing laces." Before turning back around and storming off. Leaving you in tears from laughing hard. You enjoyed getting on your bosses nerves, it was hilarious to see her get all riled up. Walking back into the classroom, you collect your notepad and pen and head to one of the meeting rooms for the weekly teacher catchups. Stepping into the room, Larissa looks up at you and so does the rest of the teaching staff awaiting the next small bicker the two of you would have.

"You're late."

"By two minutes!"

"Still late." She says glaring at you. Rolling your eyes, you sit down next to your close friend Marilyn who was trying to control her laughter. "shut up." you mutter.

"Is everything alright, Ms Y/L/N?" Your boss says in a sickly sweet voice, directing her focus onto you. Clearing your throat, "Everything is perfect, Ms Weems." you respond imitating her voice before giving Marilyn a death stare. The meeting went smoothly with no more interruptions mainly because you had decided to tune Larissa out and doodle on your page. As you left with Marilyn, you couldn't help but look back at Larissa, you had to admit she was slightly hot.

"You should tell Y/N, it's obvious that you like her."

"fuck nope." you roll your eyes, as you and her come to a halt outside her door. "See you soon." you say hugging your friend before turning back the way you came. Hating how your room neighbour was Larissa, you step into your room and walk to the music player linking it to your phone purposefully choosing a song that you knew she hated before changing into more relaxed clothes, you walk over to your desk seeing a letter addressed to Larissa. It was the third time this week that this happened. Going to her door you knock loudly.

“Weems another letter!” You yell pounding on the door repeatedly until she opened it. “That was unnecessary.” Is the response once she opened the door takes the letter from your hand and closes the door again. That night you had fallen asleep thinking of her so it was no surprise when you awoke the next morning with her still on your mind. The first thing you did the next morning was to check your phone, a message had come through from Marilyn quickly reading it you head to her room.

Knocking on the door rather harshly, nervous because she didn't explain what it was about. The person who opened the door surprised you though.

"Didn't know this was your room." You say looking at your boss with as much disgust as you could muster. Walking into the room glaring at Marilyn. "Whats wrong and why is she here?"

“I've had it up to here with having to listen to you both complain about how annoying the other is! It is painfully obvious that you both like each other so confess!" She cries before storming out and locking the door behind you, leaving you stuck in the room with an equally shocked Larissa.

Biting your lip, you look towards the other captive who is looking anywhere but where you are.

"shall we address the elephant in the room or do you want to stand there for the next.. who knows how long and pretend I don't exist?

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Can you make a story about Damon knowing reader likes him so he walks around shirtless to get a rise out of her.

I can't stare at you with everyone around | Damon Salvatore x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

Damon Salvatore, the hottest man in Mystic Falls.

I was his neighbour, also Elena's oldest sister so after Aunt Jenna's death her and Jer moved in with me in my townhouse which was nothing compared to the Salvatores.

To be fair, Elena and I practically lived with Stefan and Damon whilst Jeremy had the house to himself given the whole vampire hunter status and although Damon was a vampire that liked to get on everyones nerves, he did respect me and Elena enough not to kill our youngest sibling.

I've had a crush on Damon for as long as I can remember, I think thats a bad thing. Damon is a bad guy so no body should be able to care for him the way that I do.

"Alright, do you think Caroline would notice if there was 89 red balloons." Bonnie said over the speaker phone, Elena looks to me laughing and I chuckle "It's Caroline we are talking about, Of course she would notice." Elena responded.

Elena and I had been baking for the dance later on tonight, "So I suppose, Red Velvet cupcakes would go with the red balloons, pretty ballsy." I say "Yeah I guess so." Elena laughs.

"What are you guys doing?" Damon stumbles in with a bottle of bourbon "Y/n and I are baking, for the dance, you know the dance you were suppose to help with?" Elena questions Damon.

"Right, Well I didn't exactly feel like helping." Damon nods to us, he had been walking around shirtless for a couple of days while me, Elena and Bonnie were planning stuff at their house.

"Just like you didn't feel like putting on a shirt today?" I ask him "Or yesterday." I state "And the day before" Elena chimes in "Right and the day before that" I nod agreeing with her.

"So what? I don't feel like wearing a shirt around my house, whose gonna stop me. It's my house?" Damon throws his arms up.

Although I did just finish complaining about the half naked vampire in front of me and my little sister, I didn't mind the sight. The sight being his sculpted torso, each ab being placed perfectly not to mention the way he doesn't even have to mention it for somebody to look at his abs.

"y/n" a muffled voice said behind me, the voice continued to say my name, slowly pulling me back to reality "yes, yes what." I spin around slightly agitated. "try it" Elena says stuffing the cupcake into my mouth.

I bite it, swallowing it turning back to Damon "it's tasty" I say still staring at him whilst he stared at my sister "i don't uh like cakes though. you know that, give damon one." I smile to her and she nods giving one to Damon and he starts eating it.

"oh these are great, are you sure caroline needs them?" he asks and I nod "she needs them like you need that shirt I mentioned earlier." I mumbled taking the rubbish out of his hand and putting it in a bin.

"I don't get why I need to wear a shirt, is there something you haven't seen before?" he asks walking up next to me "Oh Matt just called I'll be right back." Elena says answering her phone and walking out of the kitchen.

"It's just children in the house, Damon, a shirt should be a rule when there is children." I say rinsing off the baking tray and bowl, placing them into the dishwasher.

"I think there is another reason." he says closing the dishwasher with his leg "well n- hey" I look at him annoyed punching his chest. My fist touching his bare skin sending shivers down my spine.

"tell me, before I compel it out of you." he says, his tone getting lower than usual "luckily vervain exists and you used to have a basement full of it." I sigh.

"So then what's the problem?" he asks, the heat basically radiating off of my head as he asks me once more 'what's the problem with no shirt.'

"god its because I find you hot, and I can't stare at you with everyone around including my sister who is dating your brother. It's just weird." I say smacking him out of the way of the dishwasher continuing to place the rinsed dishes in there.

"you find me hot?" he says "well thats not the only thing, but yes you're good looking." I say "and if that whole no shirt thing was to get a rise out of my, I will torture you till deaths end." glaring at him as he steps back kind of frightened by what I just said "jesus christ y/n, no it wasn't" he chuckles.

"I know it was, you little liar." narrowing my eyes at him, closing the dishwasher. "now can you start this thing, im young but dishwashers are confusing." I say rubbing the sweat off my forehead point to the dishwasher and he scoffs "you find me hot" he says under his breath, starting the dishwasher cycle.

"are you going to put that shirt on now?" I ask him and he nods "pft no. I like to know your eyes are on me and not any other man. Makes me special." he winks walking out of the room.

God I just can't shake him, shirt or not.

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[flwersgarden]

So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where reader used to be his neighbour when they were kids but they never liked each other? But the reader was favoured by His mum? And reader mum liked elvis cuz he was getting famous and all, so one day their parents decided to do a family gathering of both the families and few friends elvis and reader both had bought a date with them and they felt jealous of each others date so the confession came out in a rough sex way? Or if u are not a fan of writing smut so in an angst way?

note: it's not that i'm not a fan of smut it's just that i don't know how to write it :( but i'm a fan of elvis angst so here ya go! hope you like it<3

since you could remember, you and elvis couldn't be friends.

not even when you were kids.

you remember how he would sometimes laugh at you and try to bother you before acting like the victim in front of your parents.

since he moved with his mother in your little town, he has being your own personal nightmare.

you hated him. and the feeling was mutual.

the only reason you talked, or even acknowledge his presence, is because of his mother: gladys.

she was such a sweet soul, bless her for having such a stupid asshole as a kid. not that you would tell her that, she is quite fond of that stupid asshole.

like your own mother.

she always teased you about him, saying how you like him so much that you fought those feelings with hate. little you just pouted, starting to cry whenever the thought of liking elvis would appear in your mind. like ew, disgusting, boys!

but it got worse.

when elvis started to sell enough records to become so popular that everyone would have his name in their lips, your mother planned a way to really get you to like elvis.

“ aw come on, that was years ago! ” your mother complained about you , fixing her makeup as she waited for you to stand up and dress at least a bit more eccentric.

“ i don't care! i don't want to go. ”

“ y'know, his mama invited you. ”

you clenched your jaw, your mother knew you couldn't say no to that woman. she was so nice for you to just dismiss.

“ a-and she said you could invite someone! elvis id going to bring that girl, uh.... ”

“ dixie. ”

“ yes! dixie, ow, such a weird name.. ”

with a sigh you went upstairs, ignoring your mother's excited clapping when she noticed how you accepted even if you didn't really said that.

“ oh, honey! i'm so glad you could make it! ” elvis' mother greeted you, hugging with one of those bear hugs you love from her, making you smile as you greeted back.

“ thank you for inviting me- oh! i brought stanley! ” you took a step back so gladys could see your date, her face seeming to fall for a bit.

“ oh, well, that's... great. ” she moved aside, giving you and them space to enter the small department they lived in.

“ y/n please, sit and wait for elvis and dixie, me and gladys are going to make dinner. ” your mother said, quite excited, kissing your forehead before leaving making you roll your eyes before looking at stanley.

“ wanna sit? ”

“ yeah, sure. ” he softly replied, sitting on the couch with you.

after a few minutes, some giggle could be heard before the door opened and closed. a happy elvis and dixie entering the apartment.

“ no way that was real, oh my god! ” dixie said between laughs, making you stare daggers at her.

elvis was about to answer, probably with some joke, but he paused when he saw you and your date holding hands.

“ y/n? what are you doing here? ” elvis' arm left dixie's waist making her frown for a bit before looking at you again.

“ your mother invited us. ” you coldly answered.

“ oh. ” he said, seemingly sad, his shoulders back.

“ uh, hey. ” stanley said, clearing his throat before standing up, holding his hand for elvis to shake. “ i'm stanley and is really nice to meet you. ”

elvis just shook his hand, a mocking gaze shining in his eyes. “ hm. ”

“ my date. ” you quickly said, standing up to stand next to stan, who just, oblivious, smiled.

“ really? ” elvis' eyebrows shoot up, biting his tongue to hide some annoyance he had for some reason.

“ yeah. ”

“ elvis? ” dixie's voice cut through the thick moment, everyone's eyes snapping to hers. “ i-.. ”

“ dinner's ready! ” your mother called out. thanking god, you grabbed stanley's hand walking to the table to ignore the heat through your body.

as you sat down between elvis and stanley, you took a deep breath, feeling the tension that could follow the four of you.

a moment passed before you could enjoy the food, ignoring dixie's gaze in front of elvis and stanley's gaze on yours.

“ so, darling. ” gladys' voice resonated through the room. “ how long has it been since you've seen elvis, he has changed didn't he? but he is still handsome as ever. ” oh bless her, she didn't knew about elvis and you fighting each other whenever you both could.

you glanced down, catching the sight of dixie's hand squeezing elvis' hand making you frown and turn your eyes to glady's again.

“ yes, indeed. ” you gave a soft smile, missing the shocked face in elvis' face and your mother's little proud smile.

“ ah! ” gladys happily squeaked, slightly clapping. “ i knew it, y'know elvis told me you-. ”

“ mama. ” elvis stern voice interrupted the moment, you looking at him with a dissapointed but not surprised look while everyone else just sat in silence.

“ sorry. ” she answered back, returning her attention to the meal.

you felt like crying, the tension was draining your energy, until you felt a soft grasp in your hand.

you looked to your side, stanley giving you one of his reassurance face, a kind of ' i'm here for you' thing you appreciated. it made you smile, both of your hands in your lap as he returned his focus on eating so no one would question you about why was he holding your hand (he knew how you hated to answer those kind of questions).

“ such a delicious meal, gladys. ” dixie's soft voice tried to start a good conversation, a timid smile in her face. it made you want to vomit.

“ thank you dear, this recipe is actually y/n's mama recipe. ”

your mother just smiled at her longtime friend, gladys returning the smile before everyone started giving each other a few compliments.

stanley leaned to your ear. “ and you look beautiful. ”

god, how he made you shy.

you looked at him, a little shy smile in your face. “ and you look handsome. ”

before he could say anything else, you could hear dixie's giggle. turning in a 'subtle' manner, you could see elvis whispering in her ear with a teasing smile.

fucking di-.

“ y/n, is it true? ”

“ huh? ” you snapped out of your angry thoughts, directing your attention to gladys.

“ you're moving out? ”

you looked at your mother who, for everyone else, was just drinking water but, for you, she just stirred some haunted pot.

“ uhm, yes... i'm going to move in with some friends, to continue looking for a job while i finish school. ”

gladys' sympathetic look made you want to cry only for her to comfort you.

“ aw, darling, that's such a big step, i'm so proud of you. ”

you smiled at the interaction you were having with her, someone you always saw as a second mother and as a mentor sometimes.

“ thank yo-. ”

“ where are you moving? ”

you turned, surprised elvis could talk after all, clearing your throat before answering.

“ probably los angeles or... some fancy city. ” you shrugged your shoulders.

elvis scoffed. “ a fancy city, huh? ” he shook his head, throwing his napkin to his empty plate. “ is that what you want? ” he asked, not looking at you, but his gaze was tough. the plate could cry if it was alive, for sure.

“ what? ” you asked back, you could feel everyone's gaze on the both of you. “ of course-. ”

“ or is it something your pretty boy told you to do? ”‌

“ excuse me?! ”

“ elvis presley! ”

yours and gladys' voice were heard at the same time, you were fuming while gladys tried to shut him up.

“ what are you implying? that i can't make my own decisions or something? ”

“ don't put words in my mouth. ”

“ then? ” you encouraged him to talk, oh, how bad you wanted to punch his stupid face. as if he had the right to be angry in that moment.

he kept quiet, just clenching his fist.

“ anyway, um. ” your mother weakly tried to intervene but before she could even try, you stood up, tears burning your eyes, ignoring stanley's calls and gladys' apologies.

you ran outside while thoughts filled your mind.

how dare he? how dare he judge you?

you weren't even aware of your surroundings because you couldn't feel two strong hands holding you steady.

“ y/n, listen to me! ”

you blinked, looking up to find elvis' concerned face.

“ god, i thought you wer-. ”

a hard slap interrupted him, your hand was burning but you couldn't care less.

“ fuck you, elvis presley, fuck you and your fucking pretentious career. you think that because you are now this big thing you can look down at me? you can judge what i'm going to do? ”

elvis could just hold his cheek, very surprised at this violent outburst. he sometimes expected you to hit him, he knew he crossed the line, but he didn't thought this would be your last drop.

“ yes, i'm doing this because stanley told me to. and you know why i said yes? because, for once, someone wants to take care of me. because, for once, someone loves me enough for them to look out for me. ” your bottom lip was trembling, you felt like you couldn't breathe. “ because, at last, i found someone that made me forget you. ”

you covered your mouth with your hand, don't cry, don't cry, please don't cry.

“ i love you. ”

your hand slowly fell down at the sound of those three words, turning around to find elvis still looking at the ground, his hand no longer holding his cheek.

“ i've always loved you but i just couldn't tell you. because i felt you deserved better than me. someone that could buy you beautiful dresses and take you out on a date. what could i offer you before? ” he looked at you. “ but now? now i can offer you the world. i can be a better man. i don't want you to throw away your life for someone that clearly doesn't know you. like i do. ” he punched his chest a few times. “ like. i. do. ”

you could just hear, speechless and frozen in your place, the tears falling on your cheeks.

“ because i love you and i will always love you. ”

you took a step back when he tried to hold you, the hurt look in your face didn't get a reaction to you.

“ i don't care. ” you coldly said. “ am i supposed to believe that? ” you laughed with no humor in it, grabbing your hair before stomping your feet.

“ you humiliated me! you mocked me! you hate me! ” you pointed at him, your hair a mess and your makeup ruined; showing elvis a glimpse to your heart after he stomped on it. “ what kind of man that loves someone treats them like that?! ”

you tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself but your nose felt stuck and your lips felt cold. as if you were dying.

“ you ruined my life and you will always be the only person i truly despise. ”

“ you, elvis presley, will be never get my love. i will, get this in your thick head, never love you. ”

elvis could've fell down in his knees at that moment, the break of his heart noticeable in his face.

“ fuck you. ” you whispered before walking past him, hitting your arm with his before leaving without caring about anything.

elvis could've beg you for your forgiveness. but he knew you well enough. you will never forgive him.

he fell to his knees, feeling like his heart was slowly turning black due to the lack of emotion he felt. how empty he felt.

you were his whole life and he threw you away everytime you tried to be his friend.

he remembered how cute you looked in that new pink dress in kindergarten and he also remembered how sad you looked when he threw his drink on it. you never showed yourself to school with something new after that.

he remembered how excited you looked explaining him how each star had a story behind it when you took him stargazing in your school trip and he also remembered your frowning face when you noticed how he was talking to someone else about something completely different. you never tried to talk to him about your interests after that.

he remembered how happy you looked when he invited you to this birthday party his friends were throwing him and he also remembered how devastated you looked when he screamed how embarrassing you were in front of his friends. you stopped acknowledging his existence after that.

so he couldn't blame you.

you tried. and he didn't.

now he has to face the consequences.

after that, he had to see you do things he wished you would've done with him.

he had to see how you move with stanley after years of being together.

he had to see you get married to him, a small wedding to which he wasn't invited to attend, only knowing because of his father receiving some invitation, that for some reason, smelled like you.

he had to see you grocery shopping with a baby, one he wished was a nephew before he heard you trying to calm the, now, crying baby, ' who's my little baby boy? yes, you are, my beloved son who i love more than anyone else. ' that wasn't his.

he had to see you live happily, without him.

#request 🤍 #damn this was.... damn #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis x reader

[francis-writes]

Red Flags (Corinthian x gn! Reader)

A/n: ok, so I recently got obsessed with this song and decided to write story inspired by it. Also, reader has no morals so don't complain.

The date started off so well Begin my night not expecting the fright of my life She was perfect from what I could tell How could I not see the dangers right in front of me

When you met for the first time, Corinthian seemed to be perfect and your next dates only confirmed that your impression was correct. He was charming and handsome - sometimes you felt that he was out of your league and wondered why out of all people, he decided to date you. But he didn't let you doubt for long; Corinthian was a very caring partner and you could see he was captivated by you. He always listened what you were telling him, whether it was about your day or your passions. You spent a lot of time together, sometimes going to a date to a concert or club, or just relaxing in home, watching movies and eating junk food. Altough Corinthian was often leaving for a few days (he claimed it was connected with his work; you believed him even if sometimes you worried that he has other lover), he called you everyday and he brought little gifts for you from his trips. One day, you were laying together on the couch and you were talking about true crime. That was another thing you loved about Corinthian - he didn't judge you and he didn't call your interests weird like many other people. Well, somebody likes comedies and hiking, you liked horror and histories about serial killers. People should respect each other hobbies.

Human Centipede, Human Centipede I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight * Human Centipede, please God save me I think that's a red flag, I don't want to get stabbed

"...anyway, Chikatilo cut out eyes of his victims but it was for practical reasons, if you can call them that. There was a superstition that the image of the last thing a dying person saw stayed on their eyes. He just didn't want to leave an evidence. But I have no idea why that killer they recently talk about so much, takes victim's eyes. Is it a kind of a trophy?" Corinthian changed position and sat on the couch. He was hesitating. You were close and he wanted to tell you the truth about himself for some time but he was afraid that you would get scared and try to run away. And he would have to kill you. But at the other hand - you liked to listen about murders so maybe you would take it well. "I think I can answer your question. I have to tell you something" "What, that you are this famous killer?" You chuckled but then Corinthian took off his glasses and you looked into his eyes. Or where the eyes were supposed to be. Instead of them, he had two little mouths, full of teeth. "I'm a Nightmare. I escaped from the land of Dreaming a long time ago. And answering your question... yes, I am a serial killer. Or collector, if you prefer" "What do you do with the eyes?" "I eat them" "Oh" something clicked in your mind and you asked "That's why you were leaving the town for a few days?" He nodded. You had an inner turmoil. Sure, you liked to read about true crime but dating an eyes eating serial killer was completely different thing. You felt terrified. Was he going to kill you? Maybe not, after all, you knew each other for months and if he wanted to, he could do it earlier. But if you break up with him or try to run away, he will definitely catch you and cut out your eyes. You will become character of new episode of your favourite podcast. You wondered if there's any chance to sneak out and hide from him, but Corinthian would certainly guess what you're trying to do. Maybe if you screamed loud enough, neighbours would come in time...

Stop hiding behind your silly made up red flag To not take a chance on the best relationship you never had Maybe you're right and I'm looking for excuses My heart's got bruises but I'm ready to choose this love

You looked at your boyfriend. He was observing you carefully with his eye-mouths, waiting for your reaction. It reminded you about all the good moments you had together. Your dates, falling asleep on his chest, that one time  you took him to a family dinner... Honestly, nobody treated you as good as Corinthian. He didn't think you were weird, he respected your boundaries, he protected you when some assholes tried to attack you when you were coming home. This was the best relationship you could dream about. Why his murders were supposed to change that? You were happy together and that was all that matter. Hell, it could be quite interesting to date a serial killer. You had so many questions. "Well" you smiled "I guess I shouldn't have talk so much about your competitors. You weren't jealous?" Corinthian relaxed a bit. You took it pretty well, though for a few moments you looked as if you were planning an escape. "I know they are no competition for me" he leaned to you "And I trust you" You kissed him. Your hand was caressing back of his neck while Corinthian pulled you closer to himself. Without breaking the kiss, you shifted so you were sitting on his lap. He slided his hand under your shirt and you shivered under his touch. "Cori?" You broke a kiss when a sudden thought came to you. "Yes?" "If you want... you can eat my eyes" "What?" Even though he witnessed a lot of weird things both in the Dreaming and during his life in the Waking World, Corinthian was surprised. That wasn't a combination of words he ever expected to hear. You shrugged, not sure how to explain your proposition. "Well, if you like them, and I suppose you do, you can take them" "Why would you offer me your own eyes?" "I can live without them and I want to give you pleasure. You're so good for me " Corinthian caressed the skin under your eye with his thumb. Sure, he mentioned that he loved your eyes. They were one of the prettiest he had ever seen and he loved that spark in them when you got excited. To be honest, at the beginning of your relationship he considered eating them. He wanted to see everything you saw, to learn your thoughts and memories. But he eventually decided that it's much better to see them everyday when you look at him. "I appreciate your proposition but I once said that I would never hurt you. I will keep my word" "Okay. Hmmm, I have one more question " you added before Corinthian managed to kiss you again. "Go on" "Can I join you on your trip? Please, just once" "You wanna see the murder?" "Yes. Is it a problem?" "No" Corinthian smiled "Y/n, you're completely unhinged " "Is it a bad thing?" You looked at him. Was a serial killer going to moralize you? "No. To be honest, I think I'm gonna love it"

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"This is it." Harry announced as the popped back to existance and his stomach stopped churning.

The cat huffed into his ear dismissively.

"What? Alright it's small, who cares? The garden part is big. You'll like it." He was quite proud of the garden, having done most of it himself. It was full of quiet little places to sit and relax, watch the sky. Spring had just started and much of the garden was now in bloom with snowdrops, hellebores, and libertia. The hedges around it were high enough that he could no longer see into his neighbour's back yard which seemed to be used as a dump more than anything.

"Mreow." The cat prompted, clearly done with the outside world.

"Right then, we'll go inside."Harry opened the door wide, careful not to bump the cat on the doorframe. "I'm not much of an interior person." He said, somewhat sheepish even if cat's were unlikely to complain the same way Ginny had. "I got some stuff for you though. I've got it in the sitting room 'cause I thought maybe you'd be more comfortable there than in my room." He moved past the entryway to the main room of the cottage, which was the kitchen, dining area, and sitting room, kneeling down in the corner. "You've got a bed here nice and close to the fire. A water dish and a food bowl. Close so you don't have to move far while you're recovering. I've got lots of cat snacks and food. Your bathroom is over in the other corner."

The cat jumped down gingerly from his shoulder. To sniff the space. He looked cranky about the food bowl he must be hungry. Harry stepped over to the pantry and pulled out a selection of cans, then placed each one to carefully face the cat. "I got a bunch of flavours so just pick what you like."

"MeerrrrOoow!" the cat hissed at him for. Harry just picked one for him at random. The cat didn't even sniff at it. Ah well. He'd eat when he was hungry enough.

Harry grabbed a pan for his own dinner. Salmon that he'd caught himself in the nearby river and scaled, gutted and filleted yesterday. The recipe was simple enough: butter and whatever herbs were in his garden. Today it was chives, celery leaf, and parsley. Mostly because it was left over from the other fillet yesterday. He added thinky sliced potato the the pan for the same reason. When he turned around he saw the cat had sat itself at the small dining table and was watching him intently. Harry put his meal down and turned to get his cutlery. When he turned back the cat had already gotten to his dinner. "What the fuck?" He yelled, yanking the plate away protectively. "You have your own fucking dinner! Go eat that!" His dinner was gone, either badly contaminated or mostly eaten. He'd go hungry. He'd... he'd breathe. He gave himself a moment to adjust, to remember that he had instant noodles and canned soup in the pantry, and crackers and biscuits and food growing in the garden. Broccoli and sprouts and cabbage. He looked at his dinner, just a few little bites gone from one side. There would be enough for both of them. "Sorry." He said to the cat, who was looking quite angry. "I get protective over food. It's from when I was a kid. I've been working on it. Here." He grabbed a second plate and cut off the small portion of salmon that had been contaminated and placed the dish in the cat's corner. "Here. You should get to eat what you want too."

The cat moved to sit in the chair opposite Harry.

Harry moved the plate in front of the cat and they both ate happily. After dinner he threw out the cans and the food dish. They'd go food shopping tomorrow.

Part 3, Part 4

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"They've been doing it for an hour!"

Harry doesn't dare to blink as he blindly reaches for the bowl of popcorn on Louis' lap.

"I know!" Louis exclaims around a mouthful of popcorn, crunching noises interrupting the constant flow of sex noises coming from across the window.

"How can he still be hard?" Harry asks in disbelief. He watches with widened eyes as his very hung and very hard neighbour fucks into his partner, whose mouth is hung open, letting out the most obscene of muffled moans.

Their windows are close enough that Harry and Louis have an unobstructed view of the couple, who haven't taken a single break in the past fifty-four minutes.

Louis exhales, shaking his head in Harry's peripheral vision. "Man, I don't know. You can tell the bottom isn't faking it either. Wow."

Harry nods, watching with rapt fascination as the couple change positions, with the top now turning his back to the window, and the bottom arranged in an impossible position in front of him.

"Fuck, where did that leg come from?" Louis exclaims, pointing to the bottom's leg absurdly curled around the top's shoulder.

Harry groans. "I don't know, but I'm so jealous right now."

The tops thrusts mercilessly into his partner, flexing the muscles of his shapely butt and muscular thighs.

Harry and Louis have been hypnotized by them, not looking away once since the foreplay started.

Louis is the first one to break the trance. "You realize we're watching porn. On a Friday night," he deadpans.

Harry groans as he tears his eyes away, dragging his hands down his face. "You're right!"

Harry stands up, needs to physically turn away from the sight lest he get carried away again. "We're twenty-two, Louis! And single! We should be having sex right now!" he ends the sentence with a mournful whimper.

Louis stands up, too, pulls the curtain shut and faces Harry again. "I know..." he trails off. He clears his throat and scrunches his nose before speaking again. "You really liked that, huh."

It's not a question, but an observation, and Harry follows his line of sight, and lands on his own tented sweatpants.

"Jesus," he exclaims, cupping himself as a reflex. "Sorry," he blurts out, whole face heating up.

"Oh please," Louis scoffs, looking down to his own bulge, and Harry instinctively does so, as well.

Hell, Louis is hung.

Harry quickly averts his gaze, his arousal growing to a point of no return.

"I don't get why they have to give us a show every time," Louis says, as if they haven't just acknowledged their hard-ons. "Not that I'm complaining. My right hand is tired though."

Harry knows that Louis is mostly joking, but in his confusing state of arousal, the mental image pops up like a blast of colours behind his eyelids.

Shit, he's dripping in his boxers.

"I uhm..." Harry stammers, racking his brain for a continuation of the sentence, something that will get him out of the living room, and into the privacy of his own bedroom, where he can jerk himself off, preferably with that mental image of his roommate getting off at the same time.

"You know what I really want?" Louis interrupts, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in thought. "I want to give them a show. Then we can see who's better."

He crosses his arms against his chest, as if he's stated the most significant plan of all time.

And Harry's brain stops functioning for a moment, words leaving his mouth without second thought. "I'm down."

Louis quirks an eyebrow at him. "Really? You could go that long without a break?" His tone is challenging, eyes mischievous.

"I can," he confirms, chest puffing at the same time as his cock twitches in his pants.

"Challenge accepted."

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❝𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖕❞

Synopsis: "What is beautiful is only temporary, what is eternal is memories, and what is sincere is only from the heart."

Pairing: Various x Reader (could be platonic)

Genre: Fluff, crack fic (?), modern AU

Note: Heavily inspired by a 2 days school field trip I just went on from the 30th of June to the 1st of July, and it was quite fun :)

Self proclaimed "Hotel Room Raider". Childe borderline doesn't care whether you are awake or not, he would ring your doorbell over and over until you are fed up or he would barge into your room if you somehow leave it unlocked, causing a ruckus. It really depends on who you are to him honestly. So if you're this Snezhnayan boy's close friend, he would bring you snacks, watch movies together and stay up all night with you.

Doesn't complain about his seat placement on the bus, as long as he's on the bus and not being left behind, he's Gucci (⌐■-■).

Forgot to bring your snacks on the trip or perhaps you ran out? No worries, "Childe's Snack Shack" is open whenever, wherever. He's so used to being a "convenience store" for his younger siblings when they needed a snack, so he brought more snacks and suddenly became everyone's big brother.

When it comes to souvenirs, Childe really made sure that he buys souvenirs of all kinds that are sufficient for his family (it's more than enough for his family, so he gave some to his neighbours).

Another one of these "Hotel Room Raider", but Venti is more of a "Snack Stash Beggar" I would say. He would come to your room (because you invited him over for a movie night) and ask if you have any snacks.

"Hey, do you have any snacks by chance? I left my snacks in my room and only remembered about them half way here," he said.

It wouldn't hurt to share some of your snacks with him, right?

The hotel has a all-you-can-eat buffet so Venti gladly took advantage of this. The amount of hash brown, grilled fish, Chicken-Mushroom Skewer, and Tea Break Pancake he has stacked up on his plate was shocking.

"Venti, are you sure you can finish all that food?"

"Of course I can, it would be a piece of cake :D"

I could see him sitting somewhere around the middle or the back of the bus, singing as he plays his ukulele. Or he would often lead the karaoke sessions on the bus.

Bonus: Venti often wears some sort of hat, be it a beret or a bucket hat. One time, he decided to sit on the side of one of the hotel halls, flipped his hat upside-down and started singing like a busker on the street, except he's in a 4 star hotel... He would do it with at least one friend, whether it's with you or with someone else.

If she could, Sayu would sleep throughout the entire trip if she wished to. But she can't. Of course, like every other living creature, she still has her basic necessities that needed to be fulfilled.

Thinks that this whole field trip is a complete waste of time, and that time is more important made for sleeping.

" *yawns* ...I just don't get what's the hype is all about. We might just go to some tourist spots, eat some food, go to a hotel, sleep well, repeat the same thing the next day and then go home. That's basically it! The only thing I'm looking forward to is to sleep on a 4-star hotel bed..."

But then, when she is told that they were going to visit a temple that could grant people's wishes by drinking or just wash your hands and face with some holy water, she suddenly became interested.

"What? Wait, so you're telling me that my wish to become tall can come true? I have to see this for myself!"

When they arrived at the temple with the holy water, that was the first place Sayu visited.

When they arrived at the hotel and had already gone into their respective rooms, the bed was the first place Sayu went to.

When it comes to souvenirs, Sayu buys food that contains ingredients that can make her taller according to her research on the internet.

"Hey, the filling in these pia cakes are made from mung beans. And it says that any kind of bean can make you taller! Yup, I'm buying all these."

Oh god, I'm really curious why would you want to be in a group with this kitsune... I mean, when it comes to Yae Miko, she could be up to no good...

When you refused to do something for her or with her, she would always find a way to "blackmail" you.

"Oh come on now... You really don't want to go on a walk with me? If so, let me ask you, have you ever noticed your behavior while sleeping at the hotel last night? Or your face when you sleep on the bus? Ah, I'm sure that if these photos spread, they will-- Oh, you changed your mind? Well, that's more like it! Come on, little one. Follow my lead."

But of course, she won't tease you forever. If you happen to have motion sickness, she'll try to help as much as she can.

"Aww, is your motion sickness acting up again? Have you taken the medicine? Good, well you can't have any of my fried tofu, it may be not that greasy but still. Have these crackers instead, foods that are high in starch can help to settle a queasy stomach."

Miko would have you carry the novels she'll buy whenever you go book shopping. Yeah, I could definitely see this happening...

On rare occasions, if you somehow managed to catch her off guard, you might be able to see Miko sleeping next to a pile of books in her fox form.

Can you guess what's the first Mr. Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto made you do? Yup, he made you... wear the greatest Arataki Gang merchandise ever made! Whether it's a shirt, hoodie, hat, you name it. But sometimes you can't help but wonder where he got the money to make these...

"Ooohhh, look at you in those sweet swag! Lookin' real fly! Now, show 'em, show the world how great the Arataki Gang really is! Hahaha... *cough* Phew, excuse me..."

Whenever Itto walks on the bus, whether it's getting out or getting into the bus, you can feel the bus bouncing almost because of how big he is. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Get your mind out of the gutter!)

You probably can imagine how much of a ruckus he and the Arataki Gang can cause (except for Ushi and Shinobu of course). Fighting over the microphone during karaoke sessions, causing trouble in public, in the hotel, basically everywhere and I tell you it's unavoidable.

Itto would have you as his camera operator, taking pictures of him and the Gang whenever, wherever. On the beach, in front the hotel building, the swimming pool, when he's having breakfast etc.

Being an oni, he had you to make sure there isn't any beans in his food (or else he would be bedridden the rest of the trip and troubled the Arataki Gang).

[Author's Note]: Meh, the idea is there but I don't think my execution is that good... Welp ┐(´ー｀)┌

Publication date: July 6th 2022

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Who are you? | fuma

Greyville Academy. A neighbouring school close to Decelis Academy, a renowned night school. The two schools had a known rivalry with each other, their students always clashing as if they were like-poles, never attracting. So why did this seem so different?

"I can't believe you're still surviving in Decelis Academy! I heard their students are all vampires and eat people! Rahh!" Your friend joked as she held out her hands, imitating a vampire to the best of her ability.

You gave her a look as you responded, looking at the pavement, "So am I automatically a vampire then?".

Your friend looked up to the yellow sky as she acted as if she was deep in thought, before nodding aggresively.

"Who knows! If you've been bitten, tell me! I wanna know everything, and when you outlive me, I'll give you my insurance," She teased as you rolled your eyes. "You're so stupid sometimes".

"Why does my house always seem so close to school?" Your friend complained as she turned to you, waving you off as she said, "The sun is setting, school is starting soon for you miss vampire, please go! We don't want Decelis Academy's top student to skip school, do we?".

You scoffed jokingly as you waved at her, turning to walk the other direction to the bus stop. Decelis Academy wasn't too far, but with the sun setting and the students of Greyville Academy leaving school, you didn't want to risk anything.

You took out your earbuds from your bag as you plugged it into your phone, scrolling through your playlist as you walked up the hill, reaching the dark forest path that led to the bus stop on the other side. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't terrifying, but you had gone down this path many times, why did it feel so scary then?

The song blasted in your ears as you walked forward, not paying attention to your surroundings as you walked quietly. You felt the presence of several people behind you, but felt sudden chills down your spine. Everything in your body was telling you to not turn, to keep walking forward. The feeling freaked you out as your steps began quickening.

Panic began rushing through your veins as sweat dripped down your skin. Your bag was moving in every direction as your breath quickened with your pace, until you reached the dimly lit bus stop.

"Hope you reached school miss vampire~!" Your phone beeped as a notification from your friend popped up.

"She'd freak if she knew." You laughed to yourself as you placed your phone in your pocket, taking out your earpieces. You turned and saw a book on the seat next to you, which made you take it out of curiosity. Flipping the pages, you saw a black coloured envelope with golden writing on it; an invitation to our bloody birthday party.

"Party...? This is to Decelis students..." You muttered as you read the contents of the letter, until it was snatched out of your hand by a tall man in a familiar uniform.

"You shouldn't go. They're luring you," the man said as he held the invitation in his grip, tight. You read the name on his gray coloured uniform as you sighed.

"Look, Fuma, I don't know what you grayville students want, but I have no part in it. Give that back to me," You spat as the man shook his head.

"No can do. I'm saving your life here. You should be happy. It's not every day we grayville students save you Decelis students from your own kind." Fuma said, with a slight hint of humour, which was enough to set you off.

"Maybe you should've done that earlier," you muttered as he gave you a look of confusion.

"Before I was bitten and turned into some ageless creature. Maybe you should've 'saved' me then," you responded harshly as you grabbed the invitation from his grip.

The bus decided to save you at that moment as you got on the bus, looking out the window at the boy as the bus drove off.

Fuma couldn't help but stare at the bus, in horror, as he saw bats flying after the bus. He knew what their plan was, and he couldn't let one more person be entangled with their mess.

The morning after school was no different. You were on the way to get food until you saw a familiar student walking down the street outside the school. You hid behind the wall as you waited for him to leave, peaking on the side. He never left and eventually you decided to face the issue head on.

"I knew you'd be here," Fuma said, feeling victorious, as you stared at him in annoyance.

"What do you want and why are you here, outside Decelis where you could literally be beaten to death," You questioned Fuma as he held out his hand.

"The invitation. I can't let you go there. Especially when they're there," He stated, his outgoing personality suddenly twisting into a serious demeanour.

You scoffed in disbelief, "Who are they then? Why would I listen to you?".

"They're in your school, lurking. They're close to you and when they see the opportunity, you'll be the next victim in their bloody water fountain." He stated as his face changed into a smile, "So... the invitation?".

"No"

The next week was a repeated cycle of the same 'accidental' meetings with Fuma, and soon, the day of the party came. You weren't going to listen to Fuma, why would anyone listen to a student from a school of rumoured werewolves? If Decelis had vampires, why wouldn't Grayville have werewolves?

You walked up to the address with the invitation in hand as you knocked on the door, which caused the door to open to reveal several familiar Decelis students with drinks in their hands, dancing to the loud music as you saw your classmates there, seven popular boys who seemed like they were mental.

"You came," a boy with white hair with the nametag, Sunoo, said as he led you away from the party, to another place in the house.

"It's nothing to worry about, follow me," He said as he walked down the hallway, a drink in his hand as his uniform was wrinkled.

You couldn't say a word. It felt like the moment you entered the house, you lost all control. Your mind was screaming to break free and run away, but your body couldn't. All you could think about at the moment was how Fuma was right.

The lights in the hallway shut off, darkening the hallway with each bulb that broke, and when the final one above you broke, you felt a presence next to you.

"Fuma..." You whispered as he stood infront of you, blocking you from the vampire that stood before you.

"We told you to not mess with us anymore, and yet you're here in my face, being a nuisance. If you're happy being a werewolf, that's your problem. Should I end you instead?" Sunoo stated as he took a step towards you and Fuma. Fuma raised an arm to block Sunoo from you as you took a step backwards, scared.

"When I tell you to run, run. Don't look back and don't worry," Fuma whispered as he stared at sunoo, eyes digging holes into the vampire.

"Run," Fuma said as he charged towards the vampire, missing as Sunoo teleported behind him, wrapping his arm around his neck as Fuma's legs gave out, knocking him to the ground as sunoo's sharp teeth were right above his neck.

"What would happen if I were to bite you?" Sunoo said in false curiosity.

You ran. The hallways weren't the same as they were before, and they started feeling like a never-ending maze. Each turn felt the same and you could feel the bile in your throat as you ran continuously.

One last turn and you found yourself running out a wooden door. You were outside. The houses exterior looked the same, but as you twisted the door knob to check the inside again, it was empty. The house seemed as if there was never a party there, scratch that, as if there was never any human life there.

You turned as you ran, not wanting to be anywhere near this house as you worried for Fuma. Did he make it out? Was he still stuck in that place? You ran as fast as you could until you heard heavy steps next to you, seeing a gray wolf as it turned into the familiar boy running next to you.

"Did you worry?" Fuma asked as you stopped running. "Are you..okay?" You asked as Fuma laughed.

"You were ten seconds away from dying in that room and you're asking me if I'm okay just because he tackled me? I'm okay, are you okay?" Fuma asked as you looked at the ground, unsure.

"I... don't know. What happened in there? Were they even real? I'm scared, Fuma..." You questioned as Fuma held out his arms, causing you to crash against his chest as he answered slowly, " Some students from Decelis Academy. I'm not sure of what they're doing, but many students from both schools have gone missing in the past year, and it's connected to some scheme their doing. You almost ended up as their next victim."

You sobbed into his chest as he caressed your hair. All past conflicts had been forgotten after Fuma came to your rescue. You couldn't imagine what would've happened to you if you had gone into that room with Sunoo. Would you have died? Most probably.

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Could I request a smut with Thor where reader is the Queen of (New) Asgard and really stressed and Thor helps her de-stress by completely railing her over the coarse of multiple rounds + aftercare

If you don't have time or don't want to I completely understand. I hope you have a nice day/night!

De-stress

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: THERE IS SMUT. BYEEEEEEEEEE

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A frustrated sigh left your lips as you were filled with regret over your little outburst moments ago. You didn't mean to snap at Thor the minute you walked in, he didn't even know what had gone wrong in the day, or that everything had.

It had been one of those days where you wished nothing more than to get home and forget about all of it, but instead you lashed out on the one person who had always made you feel better just by being there.

The skies darkened before you as New Asgard got blanketed by the velvety night underneath a million stars. A faint slide of the door and approaching footsteps let you know that you weren't alone.

"Hey you, look I'm sorry—”

Your apology was cut short when Thor pressed his chest against your back, gently wrapping his arms around you and enveloping you in his embrace.

While words often failed whenever things went a little sour in your relationship, actions never did. All unsaid apologies were exchanged through fiery kisses, always.

His hands wandered over your curves, breathing you in before turning you in his arms to make you face him. Before you could open your mouth again, his lips silenced your plea, molding them with yours.

The exhaustion and weariness slowly had begun to evaporate away as he pulled you flush against his chest, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before invading your mouth.

Pushing you against the railing behind, Thor wasted no time in hiking your dress up and letting his groin brush against your clothed core.

He chuckled as your hips sought for more, smirking to himself while your arms went around his neck, he slid your underwear down your legs in one swift motion letting the cool air leave your exposed skin with goosebumps.

While his lips bruised your own, his hand found its way to the apex of your thighs, brushing against your folds just enough to leave you wanting for more.

The urgency you felt in the moment led you to grab his hand and palm your core the way you wanted, feeling that smug grin against your skin as Thor left kisses down your neck, taking over and spreading your lower lips to find your bundle of nerves, thumb circling around it expertly.

“Is this a part of your apology, my love?”

“Shut up I want you.” You breathed, tugging on his golden locks as he resurfaced from sucking on a spot on your neck, never stopping his ministrations against your clit.

“My needy girl. Tell me what you want.”

His baritone travelled straight to your core, revelling in the way it turned lower, huskier when he was turned on.

You pushed on his shoulder as a reply, indicating just how and where you wanted him. With a peck to your lips, he obeyed, kneeling down before you and spreading your legs for him.

Pushing the hood of your clit up with a finger, he flicked his tongue against it, teasing at first just to watch your reaction. Before a complaining whine could escape your lips, he silenced it by latching onto your clit the next instant.

Your legs threatened to close with the intensity with which he was pleasuring you, his tongue going in circles around your bundle of nerves, alternating between plunging into your entrance, causing the coil in your belly to tighten. Your head was thrown back as your hands found purchase in his hair, gripping on them for dear life.

“Keep your legs open or you will be punished.”

Rucking up your leg harshly, Thor continued his sweet assault, his stubble adding friction to his movements as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

He could tell by the way your breathing had turned erratic that you were close, your moans turned needier as you chased your release.

Palming his length through his pants, he focused on bringing you pleasure, longing to be inside your warmth.

Your eyes fluttered open when he stopped, standing up once again only to undo his pants and ordering you to turn around.

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330 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

Let me give you a reason to stay in bed

A/N: For the lovely @lancsnerd and her Six Steamy Sentences challenge. Am I too early to be posting this? Lol. I had a long car drive back home, and I couldn’t wait.

Pairing: Thor x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut.

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Sheer curtains blew in the gentle breeze as the skies signalled the arrival of dawn, your sheets a crumpled mess and a reminder of last night’s nefarious activities.

There was a gentle weight shift on top of you before you felt those familiar lips over your warm body, tracing the sensitive spots left on your inner thighs while his hands cupped your breasts, twisting your nipples enough to elicit a soft moan out of you, rousing you from your slumber.

“Thor, what are you doing?”

Your quiet whisper died down as you fell back against your pillows, your cunt waking up with the kitten licks of his tongue and gentle prodding of his fingers as he opened you up, your walls still sore from the night before but hungry for more.

“Giving you a reason to stay in bed, my dove.”

Parting your legs further, he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, tasting and teasing mercilessly as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves, the electrifying feeling of arousal surging your body as he held you down with no intention letting you go anytime soon.

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410 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#3

Can I request a breeding kink drabble with Steve Rogers and the reader?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Kink: Breeding

Warnings: 18+ smut.

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Light choking sounds echoed through the otherwise silent bedroom as Steve’s hips snapped forward, pushing his cock further inside your mouth.

You could sense he was close by the way his cock twitched and you could taste his pre cum at the back of your throat, your fingernails dug into his thighs as your tongue worked around his length.

“I’m not gonna last, doll. Get up. The only place I’m coming is inside of you.” Steve’s ragged breath and desire-laden voice was music to your ears.

He pushed you roughly on the bed, lifting your hips enough for his cock to glide though your folds and settle in your tight heat in one swift thrust.

“God Steve!” You cried out in pleasure, arching your back as he stretched you out, your walls tightening around him as the burn subsided.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you, fill you up with my cum.” His hot breath fanned against your ear as he set a brutal pace, his cock brushing against your sensitive spot with every thrust, speeding up your climax.

“Yes please, Steve.”

Your whimpers and moans spurred him on, snaking his hand between your bodies to find your clit and rub it in tight circles.

“I got you. Gonna watch your belly grow with our child. Will you let me, doll?”

A nod was all you could manage as your legs began trembling with your approaching orgasm, walls gripping his length causing him to grunt into your neck as he continued his pounding, feeling his own creeping up. His words ignited a desire you didn’t you had within you.

Your hand reached back to hold onto something, his dark blond hair being the nearest choice, your tug made Steve let out a wanton moan against your flushed skin. With a final twitch, you felt warm spurts of his ample cum paint your walls as his hips faltered, pushing his seed deeper inside of your heat with lazy thrusts.

A smile made its way on both your faces as your pounding hearts calmed down, breathing still a little erratic as Steve wrapped his arms around you, not pulling out of you just yet, instead pulling the blankets over the two of you.

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437 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#2

Baby making with Tony Stark? 👀

Baby making

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, humor, and all fluff.

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“Trust you to use a nursery for making a baby, Tony.”

You whispered between kisses, giggling as Tony hiked your skirt up in a bunch around your waist, wasting no time in peeling your panties down to your ankles.

“I thought it’d add to the atmosphere. Which it kinda does.” Tony murmured, his voice turning into a quiet grunt as his fingers collected the wetness between your legs.

The two of you had sneaked away quietly at a social event, well, Tony had pulled you into one of the rooms while you were coming out of the bathroom - that room turned out to be the nursery of your hosts’ kid.

Trying to be as quiet as you could, you kissed down his jawline while he walked the two of you backward until your back hit a piece of furniture.

"You think we have ten minutes?" you questioned, palming Tony's cock over his pants before unbuttoning and freeing it from its constraints.

"Ten? I only need five." he grunted as your hand wrapped around his length, giving him a few pumps before lining up to your entrance.

He lifted you up before stretching your walls, pushing inside in one swift motion, stilling for a brief moment to let you adjust.

A satisfied groan left your lips as your walls stretched and the familiar faint burn receded.

"Shh there's people in the other room, Mrs. Stark.” Tony smirked, his breath barely over a whisper as he slowly drew his cock out of you and pushed back in, lifting you up and placing you on the table behind.

“That’s convenient.” He murmured, brushing the tip of his cock against your spot with each upward thrust.

“It’s a changing table.” You grinned, stifling your moans as you held onto his shoulder, your walls gripping around his cock as he brought you closer to the edge.

The gentle thuds of the piece of furniture against the wall behind and your muffled moans filled the room, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage with the thrill, half of deciding on having a kid of your own and half for sneaking around to do it.

Then again, you were married to the genius who absolutely got a kick out of things like these, most of your memorable sex adventures hadn’t taken place in a ‘normal’ bedroom.

Drowning your sounds against his skin as Tony did the same, his hips faltered as your walls clamped down on his length, his balls tightening before releasing his cum inside, his sloppy thrusts pushing it further in.

“Do you think we made a baby?”

You whispered with a dazed smile as he placed small kisses along the side of your face before carefully pulling out and helping you get dressed.

“Maybe. We sure love of try huh?”

You cracked the door open to sneak back out, checking for signs of people wandering in the hallway before signalling your husband to join you.

You mixed in with the group, acting nonchalant before your friend who was the host cornered you about your whereabouts.

Trying your best to make up a story, you saw her smirk grow before your eyes went wide and cheeks flushed as she did nothing but point to a baby monitor in her hand.

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My #1 post of 2022

Thor coming home after being away for some time and "Need you now my love" and proceeding to push you against the nearest wall to take you then and there!!🔥🥵🤤💪😍

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smuttiness.

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Sundays.

They turn bleary and uneventful as evening rolls by, leaving the dread of the upcoming Monday in its wake. The clouds outside mirrored your mood, grey and dull with distant rumbling thunder.

A deep sigh left your lips as you flipped through the television channels mindlessly, ready to call it a day when there was a clap of thunder right outside that startled you.

That was followed by a couple of loud bangs at your front door, a knock you recognized all too well as it brought an instant smile to your face, your spirits lifting in a moment's time.

Thor had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time, for someone who had lived for over a thousand years the time apart from you sure felt like centuries.

The God of Thunder had you lifted up in his arms before you could greet him, planting his lips on yours in an urgency you hadn't felt from him before.

You gasped at the contact, his lips bruised yours relentlessly as he walked you back into your house, the door slamming shut behind which you faintly registered. A low thud of your back hitting the wall caused you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue.

He held you up with ease, his larger frame covering yours while you wrapped your legs around him. Your core pressed against his growing erection, desire unfurled deep in your belly.

A breathy moan escaped your lips when his lips moved down your jawline, bristly facial hair creating a delicious friction against your skin as he reached your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses there.

Thor growled low in his throat as the clothes you were posed an obstruction before he tore them away in a hurry, exposing your flushed skin to his hungry eyes. He feasted on the way your nipples had pebbled, muscles clenched where he touched, your walls clamping around nothing as you waited.

Obliging to your silent pleading eyes, he caught one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging on it gently as your fingers found their way in his hair. You cursed under your breath, reveling in the attention he was giving to your breasts, wanting him to take care of you as slick gathered between your legs.

Holding one leg apart, Thor knelt before you, now eye-level with your dripping cunt, his eyes darkened with lust. His nose nudged against your bundle of nerves, coaxing your lower lips apart before he licked a fat strip from your entrance up to your clit causing you to gasp again.

Your nails scratched against his scalp as he swirled his tongue around your opening, humming in approval as he tasted you after so long. Your head hit the wall as you sighed, willing your knees to not give up as he devoured you.

He snaked a hand between your folds, latching his lips to your clit while he entered a finger in your entrance. The familiarity of his fingers inside your warmth, he knew your body better than yourself, twisting them forward in a come hither motion.

Stretching you open, he prepared you for his cock while his tongue lapped against your bundle of nerves, the coil in your belly tightening. Sensing you were close to the edge, he left you empty momentarily to free his cock from its restraints, he gave it a few pumps and lined up against your entrance.

A combined grunt echoed in the room as he pushed in, enveloped by your warmth, the familiar stretch and burn stinging. Lifting you up once more, he gave you time to adjust, your uneven breaths mingling as a lazy smile decorated your features.

When the dull sting faded, he moved, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in, setting a steady rhythm. Clouds rumbled outside and you saw a flash of electric blue before hearing a crackling thunder, excitement and fire running through every vein in your body.

With every thrust, Thor claimed you as his, his length hit all the right spots every time he speared into you. Digging your fingernails into his shoulders, you clenched around his cock, signaling that you were close.

A pinch to your bundle of nerves was all that was needed to send crashing into your orgasm, your walls fluttered around his cock and thighs shook as you came, crying out in pleasure. Thor impaled you relentlessly, prolonging your orgasm while he chased his own.

His face buried in your hair, you felt another orgasm building as he drove into you, Thor's grunt reverbed from deep inside his chest, hips faltering as he spilled his seed into you.

Pushing his cum further in, he kept thrusting sloppily as he littered the skin of your neck with a thousand kisses. Your brain was still foggy, slowly floating back to reality as you sunk against him, spent.

"Welcome home. I take it that you missed me, Thunder.." you smirked, keeping your voice low as you weaved your fingers through his shorter hair while Thor remained inside you, still hard.

"More than you could imagine, my dove." He chuckled, resuming to move inside you lazily.

"I think I have a faint idea."

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