#you're going down (into a pile of soft warm fluffy bedding)

[zanarkandskylines]

Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

on the rocks

『 ♡ 』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

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[cherryredstars]

Hiiii.

Could you do headcanons or something of Simon would be finding out his girlfriend is a virgin and/or their first time together maybe.

I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it or don't think it would fit the character.

You're my favorite Simon writer and tbh I use your interpretation of him as a basis for my daydreams lol

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Losing Virginity, Penetrative Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex, Praise, Fluffy Sex

Summary: Simon takes your virginity in the most beautiful way.

A/N: I got TWO requests for this and I love it so much, I jumped for my laptop!! And that’s so sweet!! I’m glad my Simon has a special place in your heart!!!

Word Count: 3.8K (Not Edited)

His hands are shaky.

His large, steady hands that he has used to kill men and handle sniper rifles are shaking. He might be more nervous than you are. But he wants this to be good for you. He wants to be good to you. He wants it to be perfect and sweet and painless. He wants it to be everything you've ever dreamed of and he wants it to be everything you deserve. He wants you to enjoy it and ease your mind of all the pretty little thoughts stuck in your head. 

He doesn’t want you to regret this. Regret choosing him.

So, he’s soft. Feather light touches that make your body crave more and more. His hands are like clouds, making your naked body float as he sets you down on the pile of pillows on his bed. You sink into them, the white fluff cocooning your body. It keeps you warm, caressing your skin when Simon can’t. It warms your heart seeing how caring he is. How he takes these extra steps to make you more comfortable. How, even with something so all-consuming like sex, he still lets his world revolve around you. It makes you take a shaky breath, love and trust replacing the oxygen in your body.

Simon is slow as he crawls over your body, thighs planted on either side of your body. He hopes you can’t see the slight tremor in his hands as he brings them to your face, brushing hair behind your ears before cupping your cheeks. Your face is warm against his rough palms and he gets lost in your eyes. They are so powerful, sucking him in and refusing to let him go. They sparkle, shades of color twirling and dancing in your irises. In the natural glassiness of your eyes he can see himself. For a moment, he can see what you mean when you tell him how beautiful he is. He holds onto that image of himself, collecting another piece of you that will forever tether itself to his soul. 

He hopes when you look into his eyes, you see how devastatingly gorgeous you are. He hopes you see what he sees. 

His eyes grow heavy as he traces your features, his eyes drawing up a map that he explores every second he is away from you. His eyes catch on your lips, plump beauties that always make his lungs contract to the point that they ache. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours but not quite kissing. His thumbs rub at your cheeks, and his eyes flutter shut the second his lips press against yours. Your mouth moves against him, and he presses against your body. His hands stay gentle on your face, even as his eyes squeeze tight and his lips become more bruising with passion. 

His heart pounds against his chest, desperately wanting to escape and hand itself to you. His mind is a swirling storm of colors, reds and pinks and oranges that mix and pulse as his tongue invades your mouth. Your moan that he swallows drips down his throat like the sweetest honey, warming his stomach and giving his starving soul the motivation to go on. His whole body buzzes as he exchanges love with you, his tongue collecting yours as yours collects his. It coats his mouth until all he can taste is you. It feels like the end of the world when the two of you part. 

His chest is heaving at the same pace as yours, love suffocating both of you in the sweetest of ways. Your lips are swollen and glossy from spit, and they stretch to the most heart wrenching smile as you stare up at him. 

“You’re stunning.” He whispers into the quiet space, his hands leaving your face so he can see all of it unobscured. 

Your cheeks flush, and he notices how it travels and colors your whole body. Your body with its soft skin and perfect imperfections. He can’t stop his hands from tracing over them. Every dip and bump and mark. Tracing the paths of beauty marks, stretch marks, and the faded remainders of scars. Your body shivers over the little touches, and he can’t help but smile down at you. It is a fucking miracle someone like you wants someone like him.

As his eyes go further down, he notices the shifting of your hips. Picks up on the ways you try to subtly press your thighs together to stop the pulse ache in between them. It chokes Simon, and his hands come to rub the top of your thighs. You instantly relax into the touch, sinking into the pillows as he calms you slightly. He travels down your body, his body half on the bed. You squeak when he slowly parts your legs, revealing the glistening between your thighs. Your face burns as you become self-conscious with him so close to your folds. Your legs instinctively try to close, but Simon keeps them open. From over your mound, Simon looks up at you, a reassuring look on his face.

“I know, love, I know. But I have to prep you first. I want to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

The words are soft and caring, sinking into your skin. You bite your lips shyly, whispering out an ‘okay’. You relax your body into the pillows, taking deep breaths to try to keep the rapid beat of your heart at bay. Simon praises you, encouraging you to continue to relax with soft coos. Your breath hitches the second his lips press into your inner thigh, getting you used to the feeling of his mouth around your sensitive areas. You whine from the sensation, hips wiggling the closer and closer he gets to the aching area. One of his hands comes to rest on your lower stomach to keep you still, only applying the necessary amount of pressure and not an ounce more. 

“Shh, baby. Just grab my hand if you need to, okay?” Simon mummers, his breath ghosting over your clit. 

You can simply nod, your two hands instantly playing with his fingers as you fidget. Simon smiles, turning his head to hide it into the side of your thigh as your cuteness warms his chest. You can feel the curve of his lips against your skin, feeling the slight puff of air he lets out. Seeing him so easy going calms your nerves, and he can feel the moment your body completely relaxes. He pulls away from your skin, his hand holding your thigh squeezing the skin reassuringly. 

He warns you with a gentle kiss right above your clit, and you hold your breath in preparation. It instantly escapes you as your mouth drops open with a sharp gasp when his lips press against your clit. Your hips jolt at the sensation, your hold on his hand tightening as he gives it a kitten lick. His lips rub against your bud, eyes looking up at you to study your expressions. Your mouth is dropped open with panting as he continues his ministrations on your clit, kissing and licking and sucking it into your mouth. When you become used to the sensation, his tongue drags down to your folds, licking the skin around them. You moan at the feeling, squeaking when he licks along your slit. 

“Si!” You cry out, hips arching off the bed as his tongue pokes at your entrance. 

His hand on your stomach brings them back down to the bed, and he moans at the rush of arousal that coats his tongue. His eyes are dazed, drunk on the liquid sugar between your thighs. His nose bumps against your clit as he moves his face up and down so his tongue can take it all in. You’re a moaning, whiny mess as he continues. Simon’s tongue begins to penetrate you and the two of you groan at the sensation. Your walls instantly clench around his wet muscle, and he can’t help but notice how tight you are. Too tight for you to be able to take his cock. 

You cry out when he pulls his face away from you, heavy breaths parting from your lips. You look down at him, worried you did something wrong, but the calm look on his face calms you down instantly. 

“I gotta stretch ya out, lovie. Can’t take m’with how tight you are right now. I’m going to have to stretch you out on my fingers, okay? Nice and slow.” Simon communicates, and your walls flutter at the idea of him fingering you. 

“Nice and slow,” you repeat back to him with a nod and he rewards you with another kiss to your sensitive clit. 

He leans his face back down to your cunt, resuming his addicting sucks and licks. It relaxes your body, only stiffening slightly as you feel his fingers. They don’t penetrate you, not yet. Instead they slide against you, collecting your slick to use as a lube. They’re glossy quickly, covered in your divine scent and smooth glaze. It takes everything inside of him not to instantly suck them into his mouth out of greediness. 

The warm pad of his hands leave you for a moment, and you breathe out when you feel them placed right under where Simon laps at you. Your breaths become slightly shaky, anticipation flowing through you as he teases the entrance. Your hands bunch into the pillows, eyes closing when the very tip of his singular finger slips inside. It parts your folds smoothly, and your walls tighten around it the deeper he pushes it. It's like your walls are trying to suck him in and push him out at the same time. 

Unlike what you’ve heard from other people when they've been fingered for the first time, it doesn’t hurt. There is definitely some pressure, but it feels more uncomfortable than anything. Simon moans against you when he knuckles out, your walls fluttering to welcome his digit. He curls it slightly to see how much room he has to move, and you moan as his blunt nails caress your rigid walls. As Simon expected, there isn’t a lot of room. You’re too tight and your body is dead set on suctioning itself around him like a second skin. 

His mouth wrapped around your clit, coaxing it to make your body cooperate. He sucks on it, long and hard, making your body tense up as you feel a band in you suddenly snap. You cry out, hands desperately clutching onto Simon’s head as your hips buck. The orgasm floods through you, temporarily drowning all your nerves in pure pleasure. Simon can feel the wetness surging around his finger, and he uses it to his advantage as he begins curling and thrusting his finger. 

With your body so relaxed with your climax, your walls have slackened just a bit. Simon tilts his hand upwards, making the finger inside of you apply pressure to your top wall. You whine out, slightly sensitive from your release. Simon pulls his face around from your thighs, and your cheeks flame at the sight of his glistening chin and lower face. It distracts you just enough to ignore the feeling of a second finger entering you. The uncomfortable ache gets stronger, and you wince from the foreign feeling. Simon instantly stops, eyes asking you if you want to continue. You don’t hesitate to nod. 

Simon’s hand on your stomach slides down, just enough for his thumb to reach your bud. The rough calluses of his thumb swipe over the wet pearl easily, and you mewl as your body sinks down into soft pillows. Simon’s second dinger slides in almost instantly, sheathing it within you. Simon’s eyes are intensely trained to where his fingers meet your opening, focused on making you as comfortable as possible. Slowly, he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing up on your walls to coax them to loosen. You moan out, hips slightly grinding in time to his curls. 

“That’s it, baby. Good girl, just keep doing that. Taking it so well, so proud of you,” Simon praises, mind numb from the way the sound of squishy flesh and arousal fill the room.

You whimper, walls slightly clenching around his fingers. It makes his heart soar knowing how much his words affect you. To reward you, he slowly begins to scissor his fingers inside of you, parting them as far as they can go before bringing them back together. It’ll help stretch you out, and the sounds of pleasure you make in response are musical gold. 

“Think you can take another, sweet thing?” he whispers up at you. 

You're tempted to shake your head no. It would be too much for you, would feel too good. It would break you in seconds, and you know your body would give out before coming three times. But you shyly- oh so shyly- nod your head. Simon smiles encouragingly at you, kissing along your thighs and legs. It makes a dopey smile cover your face, slight giggles escaping you as you feel his ticklish stubble. Simon withdraws his fingers half-way, pushing them to one side as best as he could. You can feel yourself pulsing, whimpering when Simon’s ring finger slips into the empty space. You’re too tight for it to slip anywhere past his second knuckle, so he works you there. The palm of his hand slides against your clit, adding on to the delicious pleasure consuming you. You can’t help the small gasp and whimpers that leave you, and you moan out in surprise when his third finger fully slips in. 

He pauses, not moving his fingers and letting you adjust to the feeling of being so full and stretched. It burns just slightly, but it isn’t unbearable. In fact, it turns underwhelming all too quickly, your body already craving more. You sigh as you begin rotating your hips sloppily, humming as it forces his fingers to rub against your walls. Simon is in a trance as he watches you take your pleasure, and he curls his fingers to aid you. Your stiff movements become more fluid as your walls open up to him, the slippery sounds of wetness filling the room again. You can feel an orgasm snowballing in your lower stomach, and your thighs begin to shake. But just as it’s about to peak, Simon pulls his fingers out of you. 

Your breaths are shaky and you make a sound of betrayal as your orgasm dies away. Simon coos down at you, sympathy in his eyes as he comes up. He leaves apologetic kisses around your face, scattering them down your neck until they reach your collarbones and shoulders. Your mind quickly forgets the failed orgasm as you feel the oozing tip of Simon’s cock rub into your inner thigh. The precum it smears on your skin is warm, and you can feel the stickiness of it. You shift your thigh slightly, rubbing it against him. Simon moans against your skin, pulling away and panting into the junction of your shoulder. He pushes himself up, one of his hands grabbing yours. Instinctively, you squeeze it. 

“You ready? You still want this?” Simon asks you. “It’s okay if you change your mind, we can stop here if you want.”

The idea of stopping makes you want to cry, and you frantically answer him before he stops, “I want this. Please, Simon.”

Simon rubs your hand reassuringly, shushing you as his other hand guides him to your entrance. Slick instantly connects him to you, and he bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock up and down. Your hips chase him, and your hand tightens around his. He chuckles at you, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. His forehead rests against yours, and he ever so softly asks you to meet his eyes. You do instantly, hips stilling and eyelashes fluttering. He smiles down at you, bumping his nose against yours. 

“This next part is going to hurt a bit, baby. I wish it didn’t, but it will. Just… try to breathe through it, okay? Squeeze my hand as tightly as you need to and we can stop if it’s too much.”

His words and tone are so caring that it makes your heart ache. You nod, whispering out an ‘okay’ when you see from the look on his face that he needs a verbal agreement. Simon kisses your forehead before he pulls away briefly. His eyes scan the pillows, and he grabs on from the outer edge of the pile. He lifts your hips gently, placing the pillow under them. It gives your lower body some height, and you think it’ll make it easier for him to slip inside of you. In no time, his forehead is back against yours, and his fingers are tangling with yours. You breathe deeply, focusing on his eyes as you feel his tip press against your entrance. 

Your breath hitches as his tip penetrates you, the crown slipping in. It makes your head dizzy, and Simon’s breathy exhale warms your chin. You blink rapidly up at him, mouth refusing to close as his head pops inside of you. Your body instantly tightens around him and he moans. His hand squeezes yours, trying to fight the urge to push more of himself inside of you. He takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a second before continuing. His eyes meet yours again as more and more of him enters you. Your breath is still seized in your chest, hand tightening around Simon’s. Through the buzzing in your brain, you feel Simon’s breaths hit you. Your eyes leave his face to his mouth, realizing he’s exaggerating his breathing for you. Your eyes stay to his lips as you begin copying him. 

You stiffen when he stops inside of you, his tip meeting resistance as it presses against your hymen. Simon swallows, breathing deeply. He looks pained as he looks at you, like he dreads what’s next.

“Hey, love. You still with me?” He asks you gently. When you nod, he smiles slightly and continues. “You’ve been doing so good for me so far, baby. But, there is one more thing I need you to do for me, okay?”

The undertone he uses makes you unease and your body squirms. It causes him to press harder against the barrier inside of you and he hisses. You instantly stop. You bite your lips nervously, squeezing his hand. “What is it, Si?”

His hand squeezes yours in return, but his smile drops slightly. “This part is going to hurt the most. I’m gonna have to thrust into you with a bit of force to break through, okay? I need you to take a really deep breath for me. Can you do that?”

You can feel your body break out into a sweat as your nerves flare. But you nod hesitantly. Your hand has a death grip on Simon in preparation. Slowly you take a deep breath in, as Simon begins to slide his cock back slightly. Your chest puffs up with air, and it rushes out of you in a choked, high-pitched noise as he thrusts back in. His hand instantly comes to grab your other hand as you let out a small scream, and he peppers kisses around your face as he apologizes over and over again. 

“I know. I know, I’m so sorry. I know, bunny.”

He’s all the way to the base, and you feel so full. You’re breathing heavily, nails digging into Simon’s skin. Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. Simon’s lips are at your temple, muttering reassuring words to you until you calm down and that initial pain and burn disappear. You sniffle, eyelashes blinking away your tears. Your hands loosen from Simon’s slightly and he pulls his face away from yours. 

“You okay? You want me to start moving?” he whispers to you, pushing sweat drenched hair away from your face with a soft smile. 

You squirm slightly, wincing a tiny bit, but nod. “Just… go slow.”

Simon mumbles an ‘of course’, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling out slightly and giving you a slow and shallow thrust. You squeak at the feeling, your hands falling to Simon’s shoulders. Simon keeps that slow pace until the slight discomfort fades away. You moan as the pleasure starts registering, and soon you find yourself asking him to go faster. Simon obeys, beginning to pull out more and more until he’s thrusting into you at a good pace. 

Your mouth parts with soft moans and gasps, throwing your arms around Simon’s neck. Simon’s arms come to wrap around your body, burying his head in your neck and pressing kisses to the skin. The drag of his cock against your walls feels heavenly and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. 

‘I- oh my god, Simon!” You moan out as he goes faster, the fluttering of your walls driving him mad. You feel amazing, tight and warm around him. He has to take deep breaths to not blow his load in the next second. 

“Gods, love. You feel so incredible,” he moans out, pulling you closer to his body. Your walls clench even tighter around and his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“Si, I’m gonna-” You cut yourself with a moan as you throw your head back, arms tightening around his neck.

Simon’s face drops to your chest, sucking and kissing. “Go ahead, I got you baby. I got you.”

You’re done in an instant, moaning out his name as you come. Your walls pulse against him rapidly, and his pace turns desperate. His face slackens as he stills, spilling his own release into you. He slumps forward, pressing the two of you into the pillows as he twitches inside of you. Your hands rake through his hair, your combined panting filling the room. Simon places lazy, open mouthed kisses on the skin he can reach, each one followed by a slurred praise. You hum in content, your hands pulling his face up to yours. You have a dizzying smile on your face, and Simon loses his breath all over again. Your lips capture his, and he’s more than willing to kiss back. 

When the two of you pull back, your cheeks warm. “Thank you, Simon. That was amazing.”

You can see Simon filling with love and pride, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You giggle as he attacks your face with playfully kisses that leave wet marks in their wake. You laugh and squeal as you try to push him away, head thrown back with delight. Simon could die like this, he thinks. He would give up everything in the world to stay in this moment with you for the rest of his life. He smiles down at you, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, love”

My heart is warm and fuzzy!!!

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[ju1cyfru1t]

Heeey, I stumbled upon your blog and wanna say it's sooo cuuute. And the fact that you're a minor makes it 10 times better because like, I turned 18 this year so that means I'm older than you and legally allowed to step onto my elder sister role to encourage you too keep going. The fics you've published are so nice and fluffy and heart-warming and, even though they are not perfect, they are so fun! Keep going!

Idk, I felt like saying something nice.

Aaalso, if you like to write headcanons, I'd love to see some with Leo or maybe all four turtles. If you need inspo, you could start off with a stressed/busy reader because with becoming an adult comes university :'D. And I think Leo would be particularly jelaous of the homework and refuse to leave the reader's arms even when there are ✨deadlines✨ and ✨assignments✨.

This is my first request btw and it wasn't meant to be one originally lol

Have fun!

omg thank you so so much this is actually so sweet and it fr means a lot :( 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I really hope you like this!

Rise! Leo x Overworked! Reader

Fluff! :D comfort? Headcanons + Drabble

gn reader! romantic but could be read as platonic

- Leonardo obviously could not truly, fully understand academic pressure nor did he care to seeing as he had never really gone to school. He didn’t get what was so important about it to you, but he was supportive…to an extent.

- It just took all of your attention! he is needy

- There’s really no point in resenting something inanimate, but he doesn’t really seem to understand that.

- “what does your dumb homework have that I don’t?” “Are you seriously jealous of my homework right now, Leon?” “…Maybe.”

- as time went on and your schoolwork seemed to just keep piling on, he couldn’t deny he was worried about you. You just seemed so stressed and exhausted all the time, and midterms coming up did not help. He didn’t really know how to help you, or if he could at all but he could at least try to get you to rest a little.

“Uuuuggghhh, are you almost done?” Leo groaned, setting down his comic and watched you typing away at your desk as he laid on your bed.

“Yes, Leo, I am almost finished. “ You sighed, your back aching from sitting like that for so long and Leo sighed too. “You said that like an hour ago!”

“I know! I still need to proofread my essay again, turn in my reading guide, I think I have something missing for math right now-“ Your head was throbbing with tension as you held it in your hands.

“Come on, just take a break! you obviously need one…” he grumbled the last past, sitting up, he reached his arms out to you. He was staring at you pleadingly sigh then big ole’ eyes. “Just for a minute, I promise!”

You sighed deeply, standing up slowly. “Ok, fine. But only for a few minutes. I’m serious, Leo.”

“Yep, just a few minutes!” His eyes sparkled, and he practically tackled you. Leo laid on top of you, laying his head on your chest and he was squeezing you tightly. He really missed you…

Leo-1, homework-0

He could feel the tension in your body fade slowly, relaxing little by little. “This is nice…” You mumbled and yawned, your eyes shutting lightly.

“I told you so.” He smirked. Man, did he like being right. You allowed yourself to just have a moment of peace, trying so hard not to fall asleep. This was a nice moment, and you wanted to take it all in while you could. Oh, and you also needed to get back to work.

“Leo…I need to get back to work now.” You tried to sit up, but he just pushed you back down lightly, nuzzling into you.

“Nooo! Shhhh, just relax, babe.” Leo cooed, his soft voice made you feel warm and fuzzy as he churred,“Isn’t this comfy?”

“Yeah…but you are kind of heavy.” You mumbled the last part.

He gasped dramatically, but didn’t move at all, he was too comfortable like this. You were fighting to stay awake at this point.

“ I need to…finish my work.”

“Shhh~ don’t worry about that right now, just relax. I’ve got you.” It concerned you at how well he could soothe you so quickly, and soon you forgot about all of your assignments as you slowly drifted into a much needed sleep.

And soon a few minutes turned into a few hours.

#rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise Leo x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt leo x reader #leo x reader #rise leonardo

[curi0us-gh0st]

You & Me (Lee Doona)

pairings: Lee Doona x GN!Reader

word count: 1.606

genre: fluffy > angst (?) > smut

a/n: no, just being very gay for Doona>> || This is to make up for the time I haven't made requests, sorry, this week has been crazy for me and I'm trying to finish my spirit fanfic, then I'll make the requests!

Lee Doona!gf who outside her apartment is arrogant and unfriendly to people, so badly raised that she makes people hate her, but she isn't even paying attention to them; But when she gets into bigger trouble — like a lawsuit for offending and throwing coffee at a medical student at her college — you have to go there and sort it out.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is jealous of you is talking to a popular girl on campus, she is touching you while asking you to help with her activities and not see her ulterior motives, so Doona has to intervene and get involved in the conversation, taking the girl's hands off you and releasing smoke from your cigarette in her face, making her cough and quickly say goodbye for the irritation.

Lee Doona!gf who is forbidden from entering the kitchen because she almost burned down the house trying to make pancakes for breakfast, now you are the one taking on the duties of preparing food for yourselves.

Lee Doona!gf that when she's angry about something you did unconsciously, she'll spend the day with her headphones on just giving you looks from head to toe, like a product she didn't like but has to put up with.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is arrogant towards you, unintentionally just because she is having a bad day, gives you tight hugs and kisses on the neck because she knows that you will forgive her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she has to meet you after a class, puts on her best clothes and prettifies herself just so everyone can look at her and see that she has someone; And that you turn extremely red when she appears in clothes that hug her body perfectly and puts her hand on your waist possessively to expose it to everyone around while kissing you passionately.

Lee Doona!gf who, when she is in front of the mirror for a long time, makes her appear behind her and hug her, telling her how beautiful she is and that he loves her.

Lee Doona!gf who sits with her arms crossed as she watches you train with your friends, biting her lip, winking at you when you look at her from afar, and jumping up and down when you hit the shot.

Lee Doona!gf who when you're watching her favorite team's match but it's too late because of the jet lag, she grabs a blanket and falls asleep with her head in your lap while you make coffee.

Lee Doona!gf that when you spent the whole weekend away because of college, you arrive and see her sitting on the couch pouting and sulking which only gets better when you hug her and carry her to the room, to spend the day cuddled up watching films.

Lee Doona!gf who told you stories about her old life while the clock ticked midnight and you were cuddled up on the soft dorm bed.

Lee Doona!gf who, when you're busy doing your activities, rolls around in bed (or on the couch) with one of your sweatshirts, smelling it and playing with it until you look at it, dropping it on top of her head and making a pile while she Pretend like you weren't doing anything.

Lee Doona!gf who loves to tease you, you're making dinner for you and she's just in your chair showing her shoulders and biting her lips, flirting and singing to you until you ask her why she's looking at you like that and she says she is I miss you, but did you spend the day together??

Lee Doona!gf that when she made you cry because she thought she was in love with someone else, but she was just preparing something surprise for you and cried together seeing you cry even after explaining the misunderstanding.

Lee Doona!gf who takes you to swim in the sea (or lake?) while it's night, the cold of the icy water while you have so little clothes on and are almost hugging each other to keep warm.

Lee Doona!gf who plays with you, spending long seconds in the water until you go down to see her looking into your eyes until she comes up and kisses you, she is so in love with you and everything she thinks and that you are too perfect for her .

Lee Doona!gf who, when he discovers that everyone knows them as "the black cat and the orange cat" around campus, tries to find out who is who, gathering clues until he finishes his search and says that even with your group of friends, you were shy too much and only went out when she went, plus it seemed like she was more friendly with your friends than you were! (you are the black cat and she is the orange cat).

Lee Doona!gf who when you go to a park, she insists on going to a machine to get a toy and when she manages to get it she screams like a child who just got some candy.

Lee Doona!gf who loves being spoiled by you, guarding your gifts as if her life depended on it; Small objects like jewelry, stuffed animals and photographs of you, but I would certainly feel bad if you thought she didn't like the gift because she received it with indifference because she was away from home, but that's just her personality!!

Lee Doona!gf who always comes out of the closet with a new outfit that she just bought or is getting ready with you to go out, she gives you a little spin so you can just say that it looks perfect on her, but only her looking at you, seeing that you are drooling over her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she goes out with you and your friends, wears the smallest skirt she has to tease you, knowing that you get weak when she drinks, so she dances with her friends and lifts her skirt a little more, will make you blush more than than normal.

Lee Doona!gf that when you're going back to the dorm, you end up stopping somewhere just to grab each other and kiss like you haven't seen each other in years.

Lee Doona!gf that when someone confronts you, you try to take the lead to defend yourself and Doona pushes you aside, only to argue with a guy older than you.

Lee Doona!gf who got bright-eyed while you tried to chase away the paparazzi who were disturbing your date and you threatened him if he didn't call the police.

Lee Doona!gf wants to see you near your dorm with your friends, discussing a job and she's down the street, call out to you and raise a hand to get your attention.

Lee Doona!gf that when she saw you defending yourself if a group of college girls were talking bad about her and you jumped in to defend your girlfriend even though you were stuttering nervously, when you were left by the group of girls, she hugged your arm and kissed your cheek making you shy.

Lee Doona!gf who loved it when you used her size to tease, lifting her onto her lap, getting on top of her while pinning her to a wall when she's angry.

Lee Doona!gf who to everyone is a clueless bore to others, but to you, she's just a needy little slut while she begs you to go deeper into her with your fingers.

Lee Doona!gf that when you fuck her, she scratches your back and leaves hickeys and bites on your shoulders and neck just to spread the word that she owns you, but it's actually you.

Lee Doona!gf who likes to rub herself against your soft, hard thighs just to get on top of you (or ride you).

Lee Doona!gf who teases you with her skimpy clothes while you're at practice (or match) until you pull her into the locker room and eat her out, making her moan her name without caring who hears.

Lee Doona!gf who feels so sensitive when you degrade her but cums when you call her a princess or a doll.

Lee Doona!gf wants to run between your legs when you are overwhelmed with activities, just to relieve the tension for the test that is coming up.

Lee Doona!gf the first time you made her squirt, you didn't know if that was good or bad, but as you were glued to her pussy you just took it all willingly, getting up to see her exhausted and smiling with her face covered of its juices.

Lee Doona!gf wants to cry when you accidentally overstimulate her because you decided to take it slow, just for sweet and gentle sex but ended up having to fuck her faster and deeper, hearing her screams until she squirts all over you and the covers.

Lee Doona!gf who is sensitive because you want to play with her breasts, you hug her from behind while you are at home and your hands go up under her shirt, starting to roll her nipples between your fingers, sometimes pinching and kneading them while she moans with her head thrown onto his shoulder.

Lee Doona!gf you take care of after having sex, kissing every part of her body and taking her to the bathroom to clean up.

Lee Doona!gf who loves sleeping on your tall body because she feels safe and good with you, just you.

#👻 gh0st headcanons ! #fluffy #angst #smut #doona! #kdrama #kdrama fic #lee doona #doona x reader #lee doona x reader #bae suzy #bae suzy x reader #suzy x reader

[makeadealwithme]

When the Waves Crash In

Summary: After you lost your best friend, Eddie, you didn't know if you would be ok again. Good thing Steve wouldn't let you go through it all alone.

Author's Note: soft and sad with a sweet ending. Not a lot of dialogue in this one. All because I still get sad thinking about Eddie </3 If you love Eddie and if you love Steve, i think you'll like this one.

Warnings: grief, crying, breakdowns, one mention of drinking. One mention of a knife, however not used for violence. Bed sharing. No use of y/n!

Word Count: ~3k.

In the wake of Eddie's death, you were numbed out to the world - shut in your bedroom with barely enough energy to keep track of the light through the slit in your curtains. You spent your time alone, grieving, staying suspended in a half-awake foggy state where nothing felt too real, right at the precipice of falling into a dream.  

You're not really sure when Steve started coming over, or how often, and to be honest you're not really sure if he ever actually leaves either. What you did know is that if you went downstairs, you would find a clean house. If you fell asleep on the couch, your bed would be freshly made when you woke up again. Steve was even there for “breakfast” - when you dragged yourself out of bed at 3pm - with fluffy eggs and warm toast ready on a plate for you.  

It wasn't always as simple as this. The first time Steve came around, a brown bag of take-out in his hand, you didn't let him past the front door. Your whole life it was you and Eddie that looked after each other, staying at each other's places when life got too tough or too lonely, cooking and making a mess in the kitchen just to eat something besides fast food, bandaging up each other's cuts and scrapes, and wiping each other's tears. That was all Eddie. You weren't looking for a replacement, you couldn't do it again, you couldn't lose it all again. But something in Steve drove him to look out for you, he couldn't just stay back and watch you grieve alone. So he kept showing up.  

He brought you dinners for a week, each drop off lasting a little bit longer at the door. Finally, on a Saturday, you broke down your defense and invited him in to join you - swearing it was only because the leftovers were just about piling out of the fridge. Steve almost tripped over his own feet as he followed you inside. He would come over every night after that without fail to eat, watching you pick at your food in silence before cracking a joke trying to earn a small smile from you. He would recount his entire day in one long, unending thought - from his shift at Family Video, to venting about Dustin, and the new plan he and Robin came up with to get her a date. You started not to mind, at least it wasn't silent.  

You weren't sure just how much the visits were helping at first, as the pit of loneliness and despair felt even bigger and darker whenever Steve left. But it was motivating, you got dressed just because you knew he would come around. 

There were setbacks of course. You had planned a movie night for the weekend. Steve would pick out his current favorite from Family Video and load up on snacks and candy at the gas station before making his way to yours. Unknown to him you had a bad day. A day where everything felt hard and overwhelming and you couldn't get Eddie out of your mind. When he rang the doorbell, you didn't answer, and his heart started racing. He tried again with no luck, trying to patiently wait for a response. When he decided to stick his head inside, he found you curled up on the floor in front of the couch sobbing without catching a breath. He dropped everything and rushed to you, unsure if you were hurt. But the touch of another person, his touch, sent you into a rage. It wasn't meant to be him; it was meant to be Eddie. You were sick of acting like it was the same. You barely recognized your own voice as you started screaming at Steve to get out, to leave, to never come back, to stop being stupid and leave her alone. Steve tried his best to stay, to fight your words, but he knew that was making it worse. And all he wanted to do was make you better. You were angry, and he understood why. The Upside Down had taken so much from everyone. When you got off the ground and started pushing him towards the door, hitting his chest, cursing him out, he just took it.  

Steve didn't come back for two days after that, you think. Without the company you barely left your bed, just slept so you wouldn't have to feel anything, hoping the emotional hangover would leave on its own. You couldn't stop chasing those moments of peace in the morning, just as you were waking up and your eyes were opening, before it all came rushing in and you remembered Eddie was dead. You felt like you would never last through this. 

However, Steve couldn't keep himself away from much longer knowing you weren’t doing well. So he decided to risk it and show up on the third night, your favorite pizza in hand and hope in his eyes (you admit, you think they shined a little brighter than usual). After opening the door and seeing him standing there, you immediately burst into tears, watching as he set the pizza down and losing your footing when he hugged you. You probably said "I'm sorry" a hundred times before you let him go.  

About a month later you felt like something had shifted inside you and you began to want Steve's company more and miss it greater when he was gone. You started sleeping less, waking up earlier each day in the hopes you would see him sooner. You still didn't leave the house much, but Steve would sit in the back garden with you. You'd watch him sing along and air guitar to the music playing just to get you to laugh – a task he took incredibly seriously, pulling those soft and sweets sounds from you when you felt like you were still learning how to make them.  

It wasn't long before Steve, don't go and hey, why don't you stay became a regular ending to the night. Steve, trying to hide his joy would casually shrug and say, yeah, I guess I could, before you would both exchange smiles. The truth is that Steve enjoyed the company as well, it was nice not to spend the night in an empty house. You'd set him up on the couch and he'd watch you walk up the stairs, listening intently for your door falling shut and the click of your light shutting off.  

As time passed a wave of grief came crashing in again. Granted it had been a long time since it had felt this overwhelming. Steve was out for the majority of the day, pulling a double at the store. He felt guilty about leaving you for so long - double, triple checking that you would be ok before he left. You assured him you would be. And you were. Until you dropped the remote off the couch, and when you bent down to get it your eyes caught the carving on the underside of the coffee table, ‘EM was here’. You froze, possessed by the flashback in your mind. You had almost forgotten. You and Eddie were 12, left home alone far too late at night while your parents were at dinner. You were playing hide and seek for entertainment, but in the pitch black to make it more difficult (because you weren’t kids anymore, he said). He could hear you stumbling around the house, and in his boredom, he pulled out his Swiss army knife (stolen from Wayne), and decided to vandalize the underside of the coffee table where he was hiding. He was pretty proud of himself for doing it too, feeling like he was living up to the rebellious idols he had all over his bedroom walls. Eddie told you about it a week later, the cool, rebellious nature of the act worn off and the guilt overwhelming him. You teased him all night about it, and he let you carve your name into his bedside table in return.  

It set you off, feeling a cool shiver up your spine as your nerves jumped alive. Trying to push it down you forced yourself off the couch and upstairs to clean instead. But that only made it worse. You stumbled upon old photos, notes scribbled in messy handwriting on bright paper, an old t-shirt of his crumpled in the back of your closet, a stray guitar pick in your drawer, a lighter under your bed, a polaroid as a bookmark, in a book that was a gift, and a cassette tape right next to it. Everywhere you looked, it was all him. You felt suffocated, like you were spiraling out, so you forced yourself out and downstairs again. You swear your intention was to make some tea, calm down, but when you opened the cupboard, you were eye level with the mug he made you in ceramics class junior year. You just lost it.  

Steve came home from his shift to find a darkened house. As he entered his eyes grew wide at what he saw. A wake of destruction, like a storm tore through the living room. Papers were crumpled, coffee table turned over, pictures collapsed. He carefully walked in, picking up the discarded shred of a polaroid and finding a warped Eddie smiling back at him. Steve could feel his heart thump in his ears. He called out to you, voice cracking, the usual confidence lost. He paused, trying to listen for you, when a whimper from the kitchen rang out. His legs carried him faster that he could think, eyes glancing at the corner of a familiar denim vest poking out the trashcan before scanning the rest of the kitchen. There you were, curled up on the floor in the corner, nursing a nearly empty bottle of liquor with a tear-stained face and flushed cheeks. His heart broke at the sight of you. He went and scooped you up in his arms without hesitation and held your wet face to his chest. You were inconsolable. All heaving breaths and heavy limbs, and as you wailed it brought tears to his eyes too. You couldn’t get a word out, but neither could he. He held you until your breathing evened out, slipping the bottle from your hands and putting it out of reach. You felt his arms wrap tighter, core tensing as he went to stand, lifting you up with him. He brought you upstairs, gently laying you down on the bed. You held on to the collar of his shirt as he moved away, trying to keep him close, panic rising in your chest from the space. He bent down to hold you again, cheek pressed to your head as he muttered something about getting you water, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as he pulled away.  

He came back and sat against the headboard, pulling your back to his chest as he held the glass to your lips and making sure you took a few bites of the toast he brought along as well. You were drained, eyelids feeling heavy and head falling against him between bites. Dizzying, stray sobs still wracking your body when you tried to speak. You wanted to tell him what happened. You wanted to apologize. You wanted to thank him, for everything. You wanted to talk to him about Eddie. You wanted to tell him you were strong, this wasn’t you, that you were still just trying to figure out how to be without him. You wanted to talk to Steve about everything. You wanted him to stay next to you, holding you for a long time, until it felt like forever. But the words were too much. Too difficult. So, you settled for the three you could get out. “I miss him.”  

“I know.”  

He smoothed down your hair and kissed your temple again. He slowly slid you both down, heads on pillows and pulling you close. He was scared. Scared he wasn’t helping enough. Scared he would never get you out of this. Scared that he felt so much for you. Scared to admit that he needed you as much as you needed him.  

You fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time that night.  

When you woke up it felt like a new hole was ripped in your chest. Something cruel in your mind tricked you into smelling leather and cigarettes and your eyes saw black curly hair and dark tattoos when you started to wake. By the time you were fully alert, you weren't sure what to feel as you realized it was Steve next you. His face soft, with his tan skin and honey brown hair falling in wisps against his forehead. With your heart racing you leaned back into his chest. He pulled you tighter towards him, waking slightly when he felt your stiff body under him. You stayed that way for hours, willing yourself to relax as Steve dipped back into sleep.  

Steve only left you to go to work during that week, and even that he felt guilty about. He declined any invitation to hang out from Robin, turned down the date the cute girl from the coffee shop boldly asked him out to, ignored the constant chatter from the Dustin over the radio asking for ride. Every night you spent it tangled in each other arms; the comfort of another person too great to go without. Of course, there were the restless nights – the nightmares that haunted both of you – but the comforting hands along backs, fingers brushing cheeks, and arms wrapped around waists were always there to pull each other out of it. Truthfully, neither of you have slept better in your whole life.  

Over that next month Steve watched you start to thrive. It started when he came home to a kitchen alive with the sounds of cooking and a heavenly smell. He slowly crept towards the entrance as he heard you cursing up a storm, watching the steam rise and curl around your face. You moved with purpose, jumping between pots and pans on the stove. He couldn't help his grin when you finally caught him watching, your stress evident in your expression, as you rushed to explain that you just wanted to cook something for once but he doesn't have to eat it and if he doesn't like it, you won't be offended. He’s not sure how he managed to hide his eyes rolling back in his head from delight after the first bite.  

He felt his heart swell when you finally cracked a joke at him across the table during breakfast one morning, shy smile in your expression. He ended up repeating the joke over the phone to Robin just to share how proud he was with someone. He watched as the house became brighter over time. Curtains constantly drawn open until the sun had set. Even then, the nights became full of life. Putting on your favorite records, he’d watch you dance around the living room. He so desperately wanted to reach out and grab your hand - he felt his heart skip a beat when you did it first. Coaxing him off the couch to join you with a cheeky glint in your eyes, your hair falling softly around your face, and a laughter that sounded like chimes. He felt warm all over just from being near you, pulling you close, cheek against cheek, whispers passed between each other. All little things that he noticed and kept to himself, not daring to scare them off by pointing them out. It felt good. It was good.  

It took time until you saw it yourself, like you could look back on the past few months and feel like you had gotten through the worst of it all. In fact, it was rare you looked back at all these days, now starting to focus on the future. It was dreams of prepping the kids for high school graduation, celebrating Nancy’s first published article, a road trip with Steve and Robin, college visits with Dustin, teaching El to curl her long hair, going to Mike’s first concert at the Hideout, watching Max learn to skate again, Lucas becoming captain of the basketball team and Steve running drills with him in the driveway. It was almost overwhelming, but in the best way. Most of all, you had dreams of Steve. Good dreams. Perfect dreams. Dreams that rooted him so deeply in your mind you weren’t sure you would ever get him out of it.  

It was a warm summer night; you and Steve had ventured over to his house to use the pool. Sitting next to each other, feet swirling in the water, you finally thanked him for everything he’d done for you.  

“...and I’m just letting you know; you don’t have to do it anymore. You can get some of your life back. I think I’m ok now. Although, I’d like it if you stayed, truly.” It was simple. It was honest. You didn’t know how to be anything different around him.  

“Honestly, it was never any trouble, ever. And I don’t want to stop. You are my life now; don’t you see that?”  

And he meant it so sincerely, and for once, the panic didn’t rise in your chest, and you weren’t reminded of the promises that died with Eddie. You looked over to Steve, deep in his eyes, and it was safe, it was steady, it was home, it was love, it was Steve – and he wasn’t going anywhere.  

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#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington angst #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #steve harrington one shot #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington x y/n

[freesia-writes]

*SLAMS DOWN PROMPT LIST * 15 with Wrecker. 15 WITH WRECKER!!! PLEASE *falls down on my knees* PLEASE!!

Also hi there^^ super awesome and congratulating for this follower milestone. You're pretty cool and I'm looking towards seing your future stuff. Much love and have a lovely day:)

I am HERE for this kind of energy. And wrote this after a wee bit o’the old THC, so I hope it matches the energy, because I was cracking up writing it.. ;) This was SO FUN, because I think Wrecker and I relate on this point, LOL. And it’s just the perfect line for him. Alrighty, here goes!

Wrecker x GN!Reader - “I'm awful at pillow talk… so uhh… can I get you some food?"

Word Count: 700ish (I’m sorry, you can return it for a replacement within 30 days) 

Content: Minors prolly DNI; pretty clear reference to just-finished sex, sensual eating, kissin… 

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You collapsed onto Wrecker’s chest, bodies slick with sweat from some supreme lovemaking, and slowly rolled off to the side as you both got rearranged. Flopping onto your back and pushing your hair out of your face, you let out a low whistle, earning a throaty chuckle from the massively beaming man next to you. How you got here, you couldn’t even fathom, but the path leading to your tryst had been full of joy, laughter, delight, and connection. Yet it still held that sheepishness of novelty, the precarious early stages where everything was yet to be discovered, and was slowly revealed as intimacy grew. 

ANYWAY.

You basked in the glow of your evening together, smirking after a quick glance at the chrono revealed it was still fairly early. You’d only made it through the first part of your date -- dinner but no dessert -- before you found yourselves eagerly and delightedly tearing off each other’s clothes, barely making it back to your apartment before diving into the tumultuous ocean of desire you’d built up toward each other. And now, reveling in the descent, you watched him sit up onto an elbow, leaning to face you. He regarded you for a moment, with those large puppy dog eyes that made your knees weak, and studied your face with the seeming intent of saying something profound. You lost yourself in his gaze, so taken in by the softness within such an intimidating specimen, and wondered what could be so meaningful for him to put such thought into. 

“I'm awful at pillow talk… so uhh… can I get you some food?"

You laughed, simultaneously surprised and yet not at all surprised, as if there were nothing else in the world he could have replied with that would be as perfect as that. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and gave your cheek a gentle pinch, rolling to get out of bed. “I knew you had good taste!” he called as he snapped the waistband of his boxers and trundled for the kitchen. 

Wrecker’s return, after a bit of banging and beeping in the kitchen (not that kind, you ol devil you), heralded the fruits of his labor: two large plates heaping with the most luscious warm cinnamon roll you’d ever laid eyes on. He flopped onto the bed next to you, keeping the plates perfectly stable, and nestled up against you, sitting tall against the headrest. One plate was passed into your hands, and you stared down at the gooey piles of cream cheese frosting nestled amongst the folds of warm, fluffy cinnamon bread. The smell was intoxicating, making your mouth water, and you watched with surprise as Wrecker dove into his with a bare hand, going right for the center. Talk about a zest for life. He scooped it out with a few fingers (hot), and you watched him slowly raise it to your mouth, which you weren’t expecting. With a boyish face of gleeful anticipation, he watched you bite it out of his hand. You made sure to drag your lips along a few fingers, further brightening his expression, and felt like this day could absolutely not get any better. 

The two of you slowly fed each other cinnamon rolls, breaking off chunks to scoop up some icing and gently place in each other’s mouths. It felt wildly intimate, yet also as comfortable, fun, and natural as could be. The delicious bites were punctuated with quiet conversation, and when your plates were both cleared, Wrecker pushed them off to the side, one going too far and falling to the ground with a loud clatter. He grinned and shrugged, rolling back to take you in his arms and press a sweet kiss against your lips that tasted of frosting. He was so warm and musky, so broad and soft, you wanted to drown yourself in your senses and never forget the feeling of the moment. Nestling your face against his chest, which radiated heat and serenaded you with his steady heartbeat, you took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh of deep contentment.

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[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh

Chapter 20: It is the Curse

The two of you fell asleep in the truck bed, Ace snuggled against your back after asking if he could. When you woke up the next morning you were snuggled against his back. There was morning dew on the rim of the truck bed, but none down in the actual bed with the two of you. Body heat might have been enough to keep it dry, but you imagined it had more to do with how fire favored both of you.

The sun was up enough that you could easily see. Another hour or so and it would crest the tree line and spill into the truck bed more. The quiet of the morning was almost as calming as the star-filled skies had been the night before. Moving slowly, you sit up and stretch. The morning air is cool, full of the scents of grass and wood, amplified by the dew you’re sure.

You consider briefly trying to make something for breakfast before Ace wakes up, but you’ve never cooked anything of note on a campfire, and unless you can sort out how to control your curse, you don’t even know how to start a campfire. Certainly not first thing in the morning when the entire world is wet with dew.

Looking over you’re considering how best to wake him up, when you realize you just want to watch him sleep. His hair’s soft against his freckled face, and the slow steady movement of his breathing is a little mesmerizing. You can feel heat radiating off him now that you’ve moved away and cooled off yourself. It’s easy to picture all three of them piled together during the winter, making use of Ace’s naturally occurring heat.

“How long are you gonna stare?” Ace mumbles, opening one sleepy eye and looking over at you, sly smirk on his lips.

“An hour at least,” you tease. “Go back to sleep.”

He rolls over, curling around you and draping his arm over your lap. “Lay back down and nap with me.”

“I can’t stare that way,” you say the word playfully, putting your hand over his.

“I can think of better things to do than stare at me,” he says, face nuzzling into the small of your back.

“But you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”

Ace makes a noise and you can picture the unamused look on his face.

“Adorable.” You add, laughing as his arms tighten around you. “Cute as a button!” you declare just before you yelp when Ace pulls you down onto the bedding. He’s over you for a moment, pouting down at you.

There’s something in his eyes, scanning your face for something for a long moment. You can feel the blood rushing to your face.

“Sn-snuggle me, or kiss me,” you put your hands over your face. “But don’t keep staring like that.”

Warm hands slip around your wrists, gently moving them away from your face. The sure smile on Ace’s lips doesn’t calm the pace of your heart, especially not as he pins your wrists to the bed and leans down.

“Cute.” He muses, leaning closer slowly.

“You… You’re a menace.” You pout, looking away as he closes in.

“I could just stare at you for an hour.” He threatens, sweet smirk across his face.

“You were sleeping,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“You could just keep your eyes closed.”

“It’s not the same and you know it.”

“Palomita,” It’s not just what he says, but how close he is when he says it that causes your eyes to open and meet his. You can see the fire in his eyes shift to something more mellow before he leans down and kisses you softly.

He moves your wrists, shifting to his elbows as he presses soft kisses onto your lips. Soft smiles between each kiss, he puts your hands on his shoulders before leaning in and kissing you deeper. His hands slip under your shoulders, warm and steady. He gives you another soft kiss before falling backward and pulling you up in a smooth motion.

Those warm hands hold you in place as you lean down and give him soft kisses in return.

“We need to get breakfast.” He says, pulling you closer and urging you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“This feels less like getting breakfast, and more like angling for a nap.”

“Every good breakfast starts with a nap.”

“We just got done sleeping.” You laugh.

“Exactly, the bed’s still warm, perfect time for a nap.”

“We need to eat.”

“We won’t starve in another couple hours.”

Sighing, you resign yourself to a small nap at the very least, letting yourself relax against Ace. After a moment you realize you can hear his heart beating, and shift a little to be able to hear it better. The soft rise and fall of his chest, and the loud thump of his heart, along with his natural warmth, lull you off into a light doze.

You’re certain you’ve dozed for hardly more than twenty minutes, but eventually you lift your head and look at Ace. He smiles before cracking open an eye and looking back at you.

The smile on your face falters a little. “We should head back today.”

Ace sighs, leaning up enough to kiss your forehead before laying back down. “You’ve got to meet with that royal fart tomorrow, don’t you?”

You bite back a laugh and nod. “I was hoping I could talk to Sanji first. Saturday night’s probably a bad time to try and speak with him.”

“After hours we could though. Luffy and his friends usually go there until close and then help clean up and close so everyone can go home earlier.” He explains. “We can grab breakfast, nap in the afternoon, and head over around one in the morning and it’ll work out.”

“You’re really gunning for those naps.” You grin.

Ace’s face flushes a little. “I… slept really well last night. Better than I have in years.”

Ace’s embarrassment becomes your embarrassment quickly, and you squirm out from his grasp.

“Breakfast!” You declare, moving to the tail end of the bed and grabbing your shoes.

“Ah, wait!” Ace calls out, sitting up and scrambling over to where you are. “Let me check your shoes for you.”

“Check… my shoes?” You ask, handing them over despite your confusion.

“For bugs.” He answers, attention on your shoes. “We’re up in the cab, so there shouldn’t be any. The real issue is when you’re camping without the tent in sleeping bags in the grass.” He assures you. “But I didn’t want you to put your foot in and get a nasty surprise.”

“I appreciate that.” You murmur, looking around the truck bed as Ace hands you your shoes. He laughs, ruffling your hair.

“I’ll protect you little luz.” He promises. “Like I said, up in the truck should be fine.”

“It’s… it’s not a fear, fear.” You insist, pulling your socks and shoes on. “But I’ve never been outside much. I’ve not seen many, and I don’t know which ones are safe.”

“Most of ‘em are safe.” He assures you, pulling on his own boots after checking them. “Most of them will scatter the second they realize they’ve bumbled into a human, and only a few are even aggressive.”

“That’s a relief.”

“If you get bit though, let someone know.” He continues. “Sometimes people have allergic reactions, and sometimes there’s ways to make it go away faster.” He opens the tail gate and hops onto the grass. “No sense in suffering when you don’t hafta.”

“I bet Luffy would be willing to teach me.”

Ace laughs. “You do not want to learn about bugs from Lu.” He warns, offering a hand and helping you down. “He knows a lot about them, yeah, but you’re going to get a very practical, hands on lesson, and maybe we should ease you into that.”

“Books first.” You offer, smiling sheepishly.

“Books first.” Ace agrees.

He gets the campfire going, and breakfast, while you pack up the things you can, tidying up what could be tidied. The two of you plan out the day in a little more detail, and Ace sends Luffy some texts to get him to reach out to Sanji to start coordinating things for that night.

Luffy pouts about being left out of the camping, and Ace convinces you to pose for some selfies, showing off your breakfast and the campfire in the mid-morning light. The teasing poses turned into making funny faces into the camera, which derailed into giggle-fits, and Ace just taking pictures of you, the sound of the phone’s “shutter” making you aware of how often he was clicking it.

Trying to get him to stop turned into exchanging kisses, soft threats of stealing his phone to erase the awful photos, and sweet promises that he would just take more pictures. Breakfast, and Luffy, were forgotten for a moment before the impromptu make out session is interrupted by return texts from Luffy letting you both know he had gotten everything sorted with Sanji.

Once you finished breakfast and got everything packed, you stepped out in the middle of the field and just let the sun wash over you. Ace stood by quietly, letting you take the moment. The sun was up high enough the grass was still cool, but the dew was nearly gone. In another hour it would be a proper early summer morning, and hot by the afternoon.

“You want to try, before we leave?” Ace questions when a small sigh escapes you. You look over at him and tilt your head as he takes a few steps back. “There’s not going to be anyone around, even though the sun’s up, so long as you don’t go flying around, no one’s going to see you in this field. You can try to go bigger if you want.”

“… Is it always so hard to hold in?” You question, and Ace gives you a very small nod.

“It gets easier.” He promises. “It’s like finding a balance with it and yourself. But, I think they have their own will, you know? Sometimes the trick is learning how to acknowledge that without causing yourself problems.”

Looking around, he looks back toward you, taking another couple steps back. “Want to see how big I can get?”

You almost choke. “As long as you’re talking about your fire!”

He laughs. “I am, I am!” Taking another step back, Ace stands up on top of the fire pit, putting an arm high over his head. “I’m going to send it away quick, but I should be able to do this safely. Stay back pajarito.”

You step back at the words, and watch as Ace’s hand turns to fire, and that fire builds, and builds. Flame licks from his arms and hair, as the sphere over his head grows larger and larger. There’s nothing feeding the fire except Ace’s will and curse, but in a few short minutes there’s nearly a small sun’s worth of flames rotating slowly above him.

His flames have always been beautiful to you, and ensorcelled within them, his body flickering along with the fire, he is even more beautiful to you. Him and his flames are mesmerizing, and enticing, and some part of you is painfully, willfully pulled in by them. You take a step closer without realizing it. Ace’s focus is on the flames, and the area around him, being sure that he’s not setting the field ablaze.

Once he notices how you’re looking at the sphere of flames, he releases it. Before he can ask anything, before you can think, your body shifts and you turn into the white-feathered bird that you still don’t understand, flying straight into the rolling inferno.

There was nothing unnatural about your course of action. Nothing that made you question the desires of the curse within your veins. Fire is beautiful. It is life. It is your love, and your lover, and there is no reason for you to doubt it. Within the flames and fire you are safe, within them you are empowered, within them, you are unstoppable.

Ace’s flames burn your feathers to ash. The heat is impossible against your lungs and cruel against your skin when the feathers give way. The rationale part of your mind laments your demise, an end at your own hands no less. One that no one, not even you, will understand. One that you’ll never be able to explain.

But as the small pin feathers turn to dust against your skin, the heat lessens. You breathe in the flames and feel your body igniting with energy. The searing flames are soothing, like spice and glass turned from shards to liquid sugar. Time slows, the world halts as you’re given time to process the changes.

You can see yourself in the flames. A form of your body rolling in the mix of ash and warmth. Your curse, given shape, you think. It is shaped like your bird form, and cannot be Ace, and you don’t yet see yourself as anything other than you, but some part of it is. For there’s no true divide between you and your curse.

Its wings spread wide, and cries out in the torrent of fire and heat. The sun is home, the sun is life, the sun is renewal. It is your friend, and ever so are flames from within and without.

You spread your wings wide along with it.

The motion was easy, but the effect was huge. Your body was easily the size of Ace’s truck, and the act of your twelve meter wingspan cutting through the air was enough to break the flames around you, scattering them to the winds as you stretched wide as you could.

Ace was dumbfounded. Eyes wide and jaw slack, tears dried on his face as his breath hitched in surprise. You’d flown into his fire and for a second, a dreadful, painful, terrible, undefinable second, all he could think was that his curse had hurt you too.

Had consumed you.

But here you were. At least five meters in height with wings so large the wind from your one simple movement nearly forced him a step back.

You wanted to know if you could get bigger, and the answer was a resounding yes.

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

[werewo1fbutch]

go to werewolf fantasy is I'm camping. it's night and I need to relax for bed.... I start to touch myself. a werewolf is lured by my scent.. it rips open my tent to find me, putting on a show... I also am a big fan of being taken back to be shared by the pack 😇

oh this is a good one.

camping is lovely this time of year. just starting to feel like the beginning of fall... you book a nice, secluded spot near a lake.

you needed this. some alone time to clear your head. away from your responsibilities. the day passes comfortably as you pitch the tent, gather wood for a little fire, pick blueberries, and take the downtime to read.

you packed far more blankets than strictly necessary, and you think yourself very lucky as a full moon lights your tent enough for you to easily bed down and bundle up into your pile of blankets.

in the warm comfort of your tent your thoughts turn to desire. you think about thrusting. and stroking. kissing and grabbing and holding. you throw off the blankets, already starting to get warm, and grab a little vibrator from your backpack. you take off your undergarments and press it to yourself - already so wet.

you spend the next while working yourself up - but are frustratingly unable to cum. you miss touch and fucking and holding. your head is full of frustrated desire and your hips buck against the air. your cunt screams for relief, your core on fire. but still climax does not come. you start to quietly whimper and your mouth falls open in little gasps.

a twig breaks in the clearing.....

you pause for just a second. quieting the buzzing vibrator. nothing. nothing but also probably something harmless, like a deer or possum. you listen hard for a few seconds, then start the vibe back up. rolling your hips to find relief.

a rustle.... faint. just outside of your hearing. you ignore it, all focus on the task at hand. still no relief in sight for your dripping cunt.

a harsh, tearing sound jolts you from your horny haze. your yelp of fear and dewilderment catches in your throat as a towering, furry creature looms through the hole it rent in the side of your tent.

you behold each other for what feels like an eternity, but you know can only be seconds. it is back-lit by the moon, so the details of its features are lost on you.

your heart pounds as you regard each other, too stunned to cry out, thinking that perhaps this is the kind of wild animal you ought to keep very, very still for....

the creature bends down closer to you and you try not to flinch away. they take two short steps into the tent, tearing it further as they press in. you can make out pointed ears, a long snout. fur that can be made out as shades of light and dark brown in the moonlight. in fact, you find yourself thinking the creature looks downright fluffy.

a low growl comes from them, and you feel the hair all over your body stand on end. canine. wolf. massive. you shrink back to the side of the tent and their ears prick towards you. you can see the faintest shine of their eyes as they fix on you. you, still naked and flushed. the vibrator forgotten.

strangley, they begin to... snuffle. they creep closer to you and swing their head back and forth over you. sniffing you out with rapid breaths. they're barely and inch from you, now. hovering over you. looming in a way they can't help. angling their huge head and still working nose first at your pelvis, then towards your face. their warm breath puffs over you. they give a low growl. your cunt clenches.

they're on you in an instant. you don't struggle or cry out, you just comply. nice and obedient for them. they grab your hips and pull you in closer. you're on your back underneath them. you feel a huge cock touch your stomach and swear you can feel it twitch with need. the werewolf presses their face into the crook of your neck to lick and mouth and you cry out truly for the first time. so warm, so much soft fur. such sharp canines grazing your throat... your already wet cunt is dripping. you whimpered with need in the forest and this is your answer, you'll take it gladly.

they pull back from your throat and grip your hips so hard they could bruise. they pull you in further and line up their cock with your hole. they whine and keen as they twitch their hips forward, grinding the tip of their massive cock against your hole. you gasp and whine with them at the stimulation. they grind in harder and their cock slowly begins to stretch you out.

they go slow. you can tell they're being nice about it, somehow. some shred of restraint lurks within them. with a yell of pleasure and wonderful, perfect stretch the whole things pops in, finally. the werewolf yelps in pleasure - such a lovely, tight hole. they lean down, face back against your neck. they give a primal, deep growl, right in your ear. hilted on their cock, covered and pinned by them completely, they start fucking you in earnest. a punishing pace. theyre pulling out barely an inch at a time, grinding their cock further inside you. with each thrust you yelp out - lost in the sensations, hands fisted into their fur, clinging on for dear life.

they graze their claws down your neck, bite and nibble at your ear, they growl and whine and keen in ecstasy. such a nice hole to be buried in.

you cum so hard you see stars. turns out all you really needed was to be stretched out on big fat werewolf dick. how lucky for you! you gasp and whimper beneath them, the same pace never letting up. they fuck you through your orgasm as it lights you up from the inside. as your hole clenches down they let out a long whine and lean even more of their weight down onto your cunt. your hips get angled up more and their cock reaches as deep as it can go. your post orgasm high hasn't left you yet and you whimper out pitifully as your brain fully seems to turn off. this is the fullest you've ever been, the deepest you've ever been taken. it feels so fucking good and right.

you go limp and only the cutest whimpers and fucked out breaths escape you as the werewolf ruts into its new favorite hole. they lick along your neck and wrap their arms all the way around you as they fuck all the thoughts out of your head.

you are still limp and blissed out when they pull your body up completely. they're holding you fully off the ground, wrapped tightly in their warm, soft arms. you're still speared nice and deep on their cock as they stand up and lean you fully against their chest.

you're being such a good hole. obedient and pliant. your face is pressed into the fur on their chest. your body is being almost cradled in their arms. your cunt is stuffed full of their pulsing cock, still not fully relieved.

they begin to fuck you again, holding you and moving you up and down on their cock. cockdrunk and sleepy, you lean against their chest and whimper as they take your perfect hole.

they get erratic, fucking you fast. jostling you up and down up and down on their length. you start to feel pressure building in your core again. the werewolf grips you tight, claws pricking at your back and sides. they push you down on their cock hard and cum with something that seems half whimper half howl. you feel their cum spurt deep inside you and your eyes roll back with pleasure at the warm, full feeling. they continue to fuck you on their cock like a fleshlight with stuttering jerks as they ride out their orgasm. gradually, their movements slow and they sink back to the ground, carefully setting you down, cock still buried inside you.

you both slowly come back to your senses. they start licking and sniffing you again about the face and neck. you feel their cock soften inside you and with a groan from both of you they slowly pull out.

they flop down back on top of you with a huff. you find yourself once again totally surrounded by their warmth, muscle, and fur.

a twig breaks.... the sound pulls at your sleeping mind. a weight on you shifts away.

you awake with a start and notice that the sky is beginning to turn gray with dawn. you look around in bewilderment. the werewolf. your werewolf was standing over you, a pleased look on their face. and on the edges of the clearing you could see.... how many? two? three? more of them coming into view.

before you could truly make out the newcomer werewolves your werewolf swept you off your feet and held you close to their chest again. the other werewolves approached cautiously. noses working hard, bright eyes examining you.

you all left in a group, heading back for their home. your tent and belongings all abandoned in the clearing. the others eyed you hungrily and you got the distinct feeling that these werewolves were much inclined to sharing their prey.

#werewolf nsft #answered ask #ask bait #annnyywwaayyssss this is about how my wife deserves to be fucked within an inch of their life and how i deserve to be a huge werewolf :) #the end

[dross-the-fishs-bowl]

Adam initiating sex with shipwreck anon after she's been with him for awhile please. If you don't mind I'd like it to get kinda spicy, as explicit as you're comfortable bc I am down BAD for Adam Frankenstein.

This has been sitting since I created the fishbowl and there were a couple other "shipwrecked anon" requests that I ended up ignoring in favor of other ones so I decided to go ahead and do this one.

Rated M for sexual content.

It's very fluffy and it's not super graphic but there is a sex scene at the end

 We were sitting before the fire, Anon in my lap, nestled comfortably against my chest. It was that part of the year where winter was at its peak and there was naught but ice and darkness outside the reach of our warm little cave. I did my best to fill the days with activities and conversation to keep her spirits up. She had mourned for some time, the loss of the others on her ship and I sensed she was beginning to lose hope of being found.

Saddened thought was to see her despair, secretly I did not wish to part from her for she provided me the companionship I had craved since my birth and here, at the end of the world, it was only the two of us. The only people on earth given dominion of the seals and the musk oxen that roamed the tundra. It was not Eden; the land was too harsh and unforgiving to be considered a paradise but for me it was sufficient for I now had my mate.

Mate I did call her in my mind for she accepted my flowers when the heather bloomed, ate the food I hunted for us and now, as I wrapped our bodies in furs she partook of my warmth and laid her cheek against my breast.

I had been reserved about touching her at first, wishing not to give her cause to fear me I had restrained myself from taking anything that was not offered. Starved though I was I wanted to show her that I was benevolent. After sufficient time had passed to be assured that she would not reject me I had tentatively reached out one night to stroke her hair as it shined in the firelight. She had leaned into my touch, encouraging me to continue and I had trailed the very tips of my fingers over the curve of her cheek, the delicate shell of her ear and even, slowly, with the utmost gentleness, traced over her lips.

I had withdrawn after that, too shy to continue and to afraid that she might recoil from me in disgust. Instead, she had moved closer, reaching out her own hand to my face to explore my features. When the softness of her touch moved me to tears she had held me. I wept a lifetime of suffering into her arms that night. If it was only mutual loneliness that brought use closer I did not know or care. I had grown to need her as I needed food or sleep or breath. I knew that if she were to leave me, I would surely die.

She confided me often, treated me as her companion and after months of caring for her and protecting her from the cold harshness of the artic wastes I had grown to love her. I wished to express this to her and determine whether she returned my affection but whenever I thought to voice it my words seemed to abandon me.

Tonight, as she cuddled deeper into my arms, I wondered if I could tell her without words how I felt about her. I smoothed her hair away from her cheek and stroked the soft skin there, tilting her head up to meet my eyes. She looked up, expectantly, as though in anticipation. Did she know?...

I dipped my head down to touch her lips with mine. Her arms wound around my neck and pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, became hungrier and found myself picking her up and placing her on the pile of furs that serves as a makeshift bed. I pulled away from her mouth to draw my hand, very deliberately, down the length of her body, watching for her reaction as I caressed her through her clothing.

She arched upward into my hand. I began to work the hem of her shirt loose from her skirt so my fingers could make contact with her bare skin.

“Yes?” I breathed, stopping just short of touching her naked flesh.

“Yes,” she replied, her face flushed and to my delight I could hear the desire in her voice.

I discarded her shirt and skirt and pressed my lips to her exposed skin. I nuzzled, suckled and licked at the heat of her. She trembled and grew steadily warmer under my touch, her breath quickening when I brought my mouth up to the pulse at her throat.

She raised her legs to cradle my hips with her thighs. I hesitated, worrying the difference in our size might cause her pain. Size was not the only difference I noticed. In the firelight my eye was drawn to my thick, gnarled hand resting next to her head, the deathly pallor, the ragged scars from stitches and the inelegant musculature of the appendage looked obscene next to her lovely face; I felt myself grow ashamed.

What right did I have to touch her?

Beneath me she gave a curious look and touched one of my hands, drawing it to her cheek so she could kiss it. I bowed my head to take her lips with mine. In the midst of our heated kissing she reached out to caress my chest, following the Y shape of the scars there, down my stomach, then between us to join my flesh to hers.

I moaned, shuddered, and rocked my hips forward, overcome with the sensation of her around me. We moved together, clumsy at first but slowly finding a rhythm. When we reached our end together, I was sure I saw stars. I came to my senses enough to ease myself off of her and gather her to me. I told her I loved her, for surely what I felt for her must be love for the emotion ran deep into my very soul. My lips moved fervently against her hot cheek as I whispered it to her.

She grew quiet, thoughtful and for a terrible moment I was afraid that she would reject me. But then she smiled and kissed me.

“I love you too…”

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{Taking a Shower with Steve}

Program: Soft Shower Headcannon

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: A singular swear, Reader has hair

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Always starts with a bath since he knows you need to ease into the thought of standing and taking care of yourself.

Steve lets you set the temperature for the bath based on your achey muscles and needs.

Holds you close to his chest as he rubs your shoulders and combs through your hair gently with his fingers.

"What made you happy today, sunshine?" he hums and presses a kiss to your shoulder blade and up your neck. "This. Just appreciating your loving touch," you whisper in response. He blushes and presses a trail kisses up and down your neck. You just made his day.

Holds the back of your thigh and supports your lower back when you decide to get up and switch on the shower head.

Taking in how the droplets of water hug your figure and tries to memorize every freckle and dip.

Leans against the wall opposite of you as he watches in adoration when you wobble a little and start the shower.

"It's going to be too hot when it heats up all the way, love." "But it's fucking freezing. I'm chilled after one splash."

At the sight of the first uncomfy jump from hot water, he scoots pass you and shields you from most the water.

He knows that you just need to warm up, so he'll slowly and subtly change the heat down to a better temperature.

Watches and adores you as you try to wash your hair only to turn around and pout for a kiss. He easily complies and swells from your loving gaze.

Knows your wash routine after slowly taking note and observing.

"Tch- lemme wash your hair and clean you up, baby." "But 'm so tired."

Steadies you with a firm grasp to your hip and taps his fingers, silently telling you that he's got you.

"But you know you'll feel better." He can't help but quirk an eyebrow even if you can't see it. "You're right," you sigh.

Messages your scalp and knows exactly the right amount of product to use and when to use it.

Will ask if it's a certain day if your routine differs then usual.

"Can you hand me your body way, pretty?" he asks kindly and pats your bum.

Gently washes you with the loofa and bends down to kiss the center of your spine.

"Kay, honey, tilt your head down for me, I can get your neck." Carefully holds your hair away and is even more careful with your sensitive spots.

Guides you to then face him and tilt your head upward with his other hand. Just slowly movie your head side to side to softly wipe the front of your neck.

"All set, darling," he basks in how refreshed you look. "Thank you for caring for me," you hum. Utterly speechless because no one's ever thanked him for that. He dips down to press slow, tender kisses across your jaw, cheek, and awaiting lips.

Lets you dry yourself off as you can have a moment to center yourself.

Wraps you up in a fluffy robe.

Throws you one of his comfy shirts and one of yours to choose from.

Waits in bed consumed by a sleepy, happy daze as you putter around doing your nightly routine.

Opens his arms wide and invites you to join him with a tired smile.

Utterly content to call this his life.

Excited to start every day in a tangled pile with you.

Yearning to fall into bed and hold you close each night.

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[will-on-the-internet]

Clean White Love | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie has never had such a perfect, unbelievable, and dreamy morning as this one. And he never wants to ruin this love. GN! Reader!

Warnings: kind of self-conscious Eddie? A very fluffy fic,

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I haven't written a fic in a while, but I hope you enjoy this little late night blurb. Very much inspired by Lisa Mitchell's "Clean White Love."

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Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix, hey

Eddie always hated mornings, especially school mornings. If you knew anything about the metalhead, you knew he’d rather light a joint, make himself some toast and go back to bed and fiddle with his guitar or listen to the newest mix he’d made. He wanted nothing to do with school, none of the students, couldn’t give a shit about the staff, didn’t care about the endless piles of homework or his slumping grades. Sure, he knew he should graduate, knew his uncle and you wanted him to finish school and get out of the hell that was Hawkins, but on school mornings, Eddie cursed the world and everyone in it. 

But on the weekend, it was a whole other matter. He had shit to do on the weekends, plan the next campaign, get together for another band practice, do his Saturday shift at the record store, and help Wayne with any handy work the man had planned. It wasn’t like he was jumping out of bed, but he was a lot more eager than he would be on a weekday. Except, today was different, and he knew it as soon as he woke up.

The trailer was quiet, Wayne having left already for a shift at the plant, and Eddie thought he was once again alone until he shifted, and felt something against his shoulder. His room was dark, barely any light filtering in between the broken gaps of the blinds, and Eddie rubbed at his eyes a couple of times to make sure he was seeing what was right in front of him. 

Your head rested on the other half of the pillow, hair spilling over the skin of Eddie’s shoulder, and your arm was tucked against his chest, your breath coming out in soft whooshes of air against his face. He nearly couldn’t believe it, nearly pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming like the absolute loser he was, praying this wasn’t some sort of screwed-up nightmare where he finally had the person of his dreams in his bed. 

But you were there, in his bed, against his sheets and tucked under his covers, body right up against his and your hand curled around his hip. 

Eddie pulled the blankets up further, the chill of the autumn air breaking through the cracks in the room, and he knew that the little heater in the living room wouldn’t help one bit, and he definitely didn’t want to leave this moment just to go try and kick it to life. He snuggled back down beside you, resting his forehead against yours and watching you as you slept. It was perfect, and it was bewildering, and Eddie was so confused and trying to figure out how he’d finally gotten so lucky, and then he realised it was unfair too. So totally cruel and unfair that soon you’d wake up and this little piece of heaven would be fractured into splinters and you’d be pushing away from him and walking out of his life. He finally got the morning he wanted with the person he loved, and he knew he wouldn’t have it for long. 

“You know, Munson, mornings are for relaxing, not thinking.” Your voice was soft, warm air against his face as you spoke quietly, pulling the metalhead out of his rolling thoughts, and for a moment he closed his eyes. 

“I uh…didn’t think you’d still be here.” Eddie regretted the words as soon as they spilled from his mouth, but you took them in your stride, moving a hand up to brush your fingers against his cheek, watching in silent delight as he leaned into your gentle touch. 

“Eddie, of course, I was going to be here. Don’t think I ever want to leave this bed, honestly. Nor do I wanna miss another morning waking up next to you.” His eyes brightened then as he realised what you were saying, realised you wanted to stay and you weren’t going to run from his arms like you’d been burned. He was kissing you then, soft and sweet and slow, an absolute perfect kiss for a perfect morning, and you couldn’t help but smile, curling your fingers into his messy mane of hair and sigh against his lips. 

“Does that mean…does that mean you’ll wanna come back here again? Spend more time with me?” He asked the question so nervously, looking away and fiddling with the hem of your oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from him the night before. 

“If you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you right here, I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes for a second, love.” Eddie keened when you called him that as if he was putty in your hands, and you smiled so brightly it melted his heart. “You know, whisk me away and I’ll be your’s for the day, any time you want baby.” 

“So if I asked you to stay right here, with me, until I had to get up for work?” Eddie’s got so much hope in his eyes, and a bright blush blooms on his cheeks when you lean into litter kisses on his lips, his jaw, his neck. 

“Then I’m not going anywhere. But you better find a way to warm me up, love, because I sure am getting cold.” He’s laughing then, warm and loud against the chill of the room, and he’s got you in his arms, holding you tighter and praying (even though he’s a man without a god) that you’d never want to leave. 

This love was perfect, in an imperfect way. He never would have expected it, never thought he’d ever deserve a love like this, so pure and kind and clean, but he got what he always wanted. And if he could always have mornings like this, wrapped up in soft blankets with light filtering over your perfect face, he’d die a happy man, content in your embrace. 

No one was going to take this perfect love away from him, this perfect clean love that was all for him.

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[prettyblondguys]

Little Red Riding Hood pt 2

Warnings: mentions of choking, drugging, Minors DNI, it's John so he's a warning in and of himself lol, one scene has a gun in it, I'll proofread when Hell freezes over.

This takes place the next day!

They're sure to lure someone bad

His eyelids feel heavy as he opens them, unfocused as they take in his surroundings. How did I get here? John thinks to himself, a stuffed up feeling in his head, mouth dry as the desert. Taking a deep breath, the realization that his arms are tied behind his back causes his memories to come flooding back. The woman, her house, the fucking tea. Dread creeps up John's spine as he pulls against the binds keeping him secured tightly to a metal folding chair, ankles tied against the chair legs. A panicked gasp escapes him as the fear sets in, just now noticing that he's in a basement, remodeled into some dingy little bedroom with unfinished wooden shelves lining the walls and storage boxes piled in the corners. He swivels his head around until it lands on an air mattress to his right, made up with a fuzzy pink duvet and pillows. The woman sits on the edge of the mattress, knees pulled to her chest, smiling up at him like she just won the lottery. Oh god. "I was wondering when you'd wake up," she leans forward, crawling until she sits beside him, ignoring the way he jerks when she places a hand on his knee, "are you thirsty? Hungry? Dinners not for a little while, but I could make you a snack if you'd like?" John can't do anything but stare at her, unable to fully comprehend what's going on, feeling uneasy with this role-reversal. She's looking up at him with her brows raised, awaiting his reply with a patient smile. "I.." He croaks out, stopping to clear his throat. The woman quickly stands up and walks towards a small foldout table where a pitcher of ice water sits. She pours water into a cup, ice chips rattling against the plastic, and walks back to John. "Here," she says, raising the cup to his lips, "it's ok." John thinks for a minute, unsure whether she could've put something in the water. I'm already down here. He leans forward, letting her place the lip of the cup against his mouth, slowly raising it until he could take a sip. "There," the woman smiles, sitting down, this time in between his legs, the cup clasped with both hands, "are you hungry?"

"Why are you doing this?" She lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes playfully at his inquiry. "You can't answer a question with a question, silly. But, to answer yours," she looks up at him adoringingly, "I couldn't help myself. You're just so...god, pretty doesn't describe it. You're beautiful, from the first time I saw you, I knew. I just had to have you." Oh god. Looking around the room, with its bed and table, small dresser pushed against the wall and shelves lined with clutter, it all dawns on him. "Oh dear God, how long have you been following me?" Confusion clouds the woman's face, following his line of sight to where it landed on the door, fitted with a key lock on either side. "Oh, oh no, no no," she starts, placing a hand on his leg, "I didn't plan this, the people who lived here before remodeled the basement, the lock is just good luck. I only thought of it yesterday. If I had had more time I would've made it nicer for you. Soft carpet, warm lighting, and a big fluffy bed with as many pillows as you could possibly want. All I could manage in time were the sheets and blanket. But it's okay, you won't be staying down here very long."

"How...how long?" John asks, trying to keep his voice even. The woman hums and stands up, cocking her head to the side, eyes boring into his. "Until I'm sure that you'll be good."

¤

She sits on the mattress, arms resting on her crossed legs, leaning over a paperback. John lets his eyes roam over her, taking in the folds of her stomach as she leans forward, pink sundress snug against her, the soft outline of her jaw and the way her brows furrow, engrossed by whatever it is she's reading. She'd be easy for him to overpower, if he could find a way to get untied. Think. Think. Think.

"What are you reading?"

His sudden interest surprises and delights her, a smile quickly adorning her face. She lifts up the book towards him, a woman in a torn dress is embraced by a mysterious man in black, his mouth on her neck, hers open in either ecstasy or pain.

"Carnal Creatures," says the woman on the mattress, suddenly avoiding his eyes as a blush creeps its way to her chubby cheeks, "kind of like...sexy Dracula."

"Is it..is it any good?" He asks, he can pretend to be interested, to care about her interests, he knows how to do that.

"Yeah," she nods, looking down at the book in her hands, "it's a bit too, you know." John tilts his head in feign curiosity, the way he knows women like. "You know…" she continues, seeming embarrassed, "too smutty. Not enough romance." He lets out a breathy laugh and nods, getting the swing of things. "That's how it all is, these days." The woman looks up at him, hanging on his every word like a line from her book. "Books, movies, even music," he smiles, trying to seem boyishly uncomfortable at the subject, "they all focus on the physical, on..on the sex, and less on - Well, sometimes even completely leaving out - the romance. The softness, which, personally," she's eating it up "I think is the best part." He looks at her for one second, two seconds, three seconds so it seems like he's lingering and then.. BEEP BEEP BEEP

A timer goes off somewhere upstairs, interrupting John's play, and the woman stands up, discarding the book on the mattress. "Dinners ready," she says, smoothing her dress down, "I'll be right back." She walks up the few steps and disappears into the house, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

If I can hear something in the house, then someone in the house would be able to hear me. The hope that thought springs up is quickly subdued when he remembers something she'd said earlier, "I never get guests," and he believes her.

She comes back carrying two platters of food and sets them on the foldout table, before going back and forth bringing plates, glasses, and silverware. She lays it all out and takes hold of the table, pulling it close to John before setting a chair on the other side, across from him. She pours them both water before serving, scooping mashed potatoes and green beans onto his plate, and placing a slice of meatloaf last.

"Here," she says, leaning down behind him. He feels the bonds loosen around his wrists as her fingers make quick work of them, before walking back to her chair and sitting down, watching as he brings his hands forward and rubs them with a wince. "Sorry," she says quietly, a look of remorse on her usually smiling face, "there's really no way around it." She reaches both her hands towards him, palms up, expectantly. Slowly, he obliges her, feeling uneasy as she closes her eyes.

"Dear Lord, we thank you for this meal,"

You've got to be kidding me

"may it sustain and nourish us."

She's insane

"Thank you for all of the ways you provide for us, housing and health, and kind friends."

She's fucking insane

"Help us to always be grateful for Your many blessings. In the name of Your son, Jesus Christ,"

Jesus Christ

"Amen."

……………..

She's looking at him, a kind smile tugging at her lips, "John?"

"Hm? Oh, A..Amen." He stutters out, hands growing sweaty in hers before she lets go, picking up her fork and starting to eat. He does the same.

They eat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, her eyes occasionally flickering up to his as he pretends not to notice, figuring out if he'd have a chance to get free now that his hands were, but the ropes around his legs are still just as tight, and he fears angering her. "So," her voice startles him more than he'd like to admit, "tell me about yourself." I am most definitely not going to do that. "Any family close by?" Swallowing slowly, John tries to decide on a direction to take, "Yes, a brother...who lives nearby." He lies, wanting her to think people would miss him, notice his absence and do something about it. When in reality, John knew that no one would know, no one would worry about him, try to find him. He was easy prey. Just like the women he used to play predator to.

"We were..we were actually supposed to meet today, get together and…" He trails off, watches as a grin spreads across her face, eyes crinkling.

"You, John Tyler, are a bad liar." She laughs, thankfully finding his lies endearing more than angering. No, I'm not. He knew how to lie, he was GOOD at it, at making women believe whatever he wanted them to believe, and if this were any other situation, she'd be nodding along to every little thread he weaved for her. But she unnerved him, she took away that thing that made him able to perform, to string people along. She took away his ability to lie, making him feel exposed.

"That's okay though," she says after a pause, taking a sip of water before pushing her plate away, "we have plenty of time to get to know each other. Do you like music?" She pulls out her phone and taps away at it, locking the screen and tossing it on the mattress after it begins playing, soft pop ballads floating through the speaker. She stands up and clears their plates, taking them in the house and returning with two saucers and a round platter, setting it down in front of him.

My cheesecake.

"My cheesecake." John eyes it, remembering how good that day had been, how good he had felt, how normal. Right up until she came along.

"I didn't want it to go bad," she says, cutting him a slice, "so I brought it in. You don't mind, do you?" She looks at his blank face, genuinely asking if he minded, as if that's more impolite than, say, kidnapping someone. "No, no I just..thank you." He replies, picking at it with his fork while a love song wails on her phone, watching as she raises her fork, the tines sliding between her plump lips. Stop it, John tells himself, now is not the time.

"Ugh," the woman suddenly exclaims with a look of disgust, "I hate this song." John didn't recognize it, some irritating beat with a guy talking about a woman (presumably his girlfriend?) stripping "that down" for him. "It's gross. Hey Siri," her phone chimes as the digital assistant powers up, and as much as he hates it, he has to agree with her, it was gross. "skip this song."

A slower, more romantic one plays instead, "That's better."

The lyrics strike John as darkly ironic,

I will follow you,

follow you wherever you may go.

There isn't an ocean too deep,

a mountain so high it can keep me away.

¤

"I need to use the bathroom."

John was done playing her game, sitting captive and helpless, she had no idea who he was, what he was capable of. He just needed out of these binds.

The woman stands behind him untying his hands, and John notices she's taking longer than she had before. Arms finally free, he brings them forward, massaging his wrists when she places her hands softly on his shoulders,

"I need you to not try anything, okay?" Her words are steady and sure, like she'd been going over them in her head. John nods, knowing she won't be able to stop him. Fingers dig into his shoulders painfully as her grip tightens. "I mean it, John. I've worked very hard on this."

"I promise." His thoughts race, he needs to run as soon as he's able to, but part of him wants to stay, watch as she realizes how big of a mistake she's made, trapping herself in here with him instead of the other way around. That small part of him he has tried so very hard to bury wants to crawl out of the grave, wants to grab hold of her arms and shove her against the wall, wrap his fingers around her pretty neck and watch as her supple chest heaves, gasping for air. He wants to see the fear in her eyes when she's thrown onto the mattress, wants to hear her scream apologies and futile promises as he holds her down.

He wants her to regret letting him into her house.

I am in control of my thoughts, they do not control me. I am in control of my thoughts, they do not control me. I am in control of my thoughts, they do not control me.

She kneels down to untie his legs, hands pausing at the last knot before she eventually relents. John had already made up his mind by then, unwilling to fall back into the man he used to be, so as soon as he feels the rope go slack he's up, bolting towards the door. A click stops him dead in his tracks, hand midair as he had been reaching for the door, holding his breath as he looks over his shoulder, shit. The woman holds a small revolver in her hands, pointed directly at his back as she looks at him disappointedly.

"You promised, John." She sighs, motioning with her head for him to make his way back to the chair, and for a moment he wonders if he could make it to the door before she pulls the trigger, and who knows if she's ever shot the damn thing before. She might miss me completely.

"Since I was ten," the woman says, somehow seeming to guess what he was thinking, "twice a week at the range. Daddy thought a girl should be able to protect herself." And does daddy know what you're using those skills for now? Nevertheless, John slowly walks back over to the chair and sits down. "Tie your legs, we'll leave your arms for now." Begrudgingly he complies, trying to make them less tight than before, but she notices and makes him do it again.

He sits up once he's finished, watching as the woman lowers the gun, looking at him with a displeased pout.

"I...I still have to use the bathroom," he mutters. The woman turns and walks up the steps, returning a few minutes later with a metal bucket. Oh come on.

"You'll have to use this since you wouldn't be good for me."

Authors Note: HI! Sorry it took me so long, I got distracted by the pretty blond men on HOTD lol. Anyways. I really like the concept of John being unnerved when faced with someone who's like him, like seeing his crazy-ness mirrored in her freaks him out, not realizing they're the same lol. Like its okay for him, but not others. ALSO i love this insane woman so much.

Divider credit goes to the lovely @v6que !!

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[nyxelenios]

*·.✴ sparks.

Last Legacy: Sage Lesath (Fictif Games)

❕: fluff, comfort, unedited, spoiler-free for Sage's route. reblogs are very much appreciated!

nyxelenios: i wrote this at 3 am, listening to coldplay. life's not so good to me right now, but i'm really happy i got enough energy to write this :( also i may or may not have gotten motivation from reading my very first last legacy fic skdjsjdkf

"Sage?"

Oh. You're awake.

Sage stops halfway from securing his scabbard around his waist and places it down against the wall. He smiles softly at your half-awake state. Your yawn is adorable, and the way you stretch is just... Gosh, you're gorgeous in the moonlight, warmed up by fluffy blankets and comforted by soft pillows. You look immaculate.

"Hey... Was my armor too loud?" Sage chuckles as he sits on his side of the bed. You laugh softly, half of your face hidden by the squishy pillows on your side of the bed. "Not really... I felt you get up though. What time is it?"

Your hand reaches for his, and he takes it lovingly, gently. His thumb gently brushes over your knuckles. There's a small scar on the back of your hand, a little accident from sparring. He glides his thumb over that too.

"It's too early for you to be awake," Sage says. His voice is soft, a slight rasp from the exhaustion in his muscles, the fatigue in his bones. You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a slight pout. He laughs softly and cups your cheek with his other hand. "What?" he asks, amusement dancing somewhere in his tone. Your hand holds his hand that's been cupping your face. He's warm... So comfortably and pleasantly warm.

"That means it's too early for you to be awake too," you tell him. He laughs again. It's your favorite sound of all, one of the many things about him that you cherish so much you'd keep it in little bottles. Everything about Sage is so perfect. His eyes, his smile, his warmth... Moments with him are perfect. Nothing else is without him in the picture.

"You want me back in bed, is that it?" Sage wiggles his eyebrows and you lightly swat his shoulder, laughing at his attempt at flirting with you. "Yes, I want you back in bed, you big old coconut." He feigns being offended, gasping and momentarily letting go of your hand to clutch his chest. "Old!? Coconut?!"

You can't help but snort and laugh at him. You roll away from Sage but he catches you right before you fully face away from him. "Not so fast!" he laughs. You break out into laughter too when you feel his hands find your tickle spots. "Sage! I– I can't breathe!" you wheeze between giggles.

Sage stops and chuckles, then climbs into bed with you. He's taken off his merc 'uniform' and armor now, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

He originally planned on leaving for his room after you've fallen asleep. You would always tell him he was welcome to sleep with you, keep you warm and cozy in this chilly room. He'd oblige, but...

Well, he just thought it was too greedy of him to indulge himself like that. Wasn't it too greedy?

The thought vanishes when he has you in his arms, when you're snuggling close to him, when you're warm and comfortable and safe with him.

You lying next to him just feels right. And when something feels right, it's a good thing, isn't it? Yeah... You're the best thing to ever happen to Sage. It might have been an accident, but it was a happy accident.

But, accident or not, he's grateful you're here. He thanks the gods—or whatever was watching over him and you—for bringing you and him together. Whether in Astraea or on Earth, Sage was sure you and he would always end up together.

"Sleep now," Sage whispers into your ear. Your eyes flutter slowly, and eventually they close. He pulls you close to his chest and rubs circles slowly on your back.

"I love you, Sage..." Your whispers tickle his skin, sending sparks flying everywhere. He smiles and places a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

"I love you too. So much."

© nyxelenios, 2022

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[tomscottsredshirt]

Waking up next to Tom and him making you breakfast. Please make it super fluffy 🥰

tom scott x gn! reader fluff - waking up next to him and making you breakfast <3

as you slowly come to your senses from a good night's sleep, you shift in bed, stretching comfortably. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you're greeted with the sight of your lover tom next to you, his grayish hair splayed out on his pillow, sound asleep. for once he looks peaceful, unbothered by all the responsibilities of his daily life, a rare sight to witness these days with all the traveling and filming and other things he has to take care of. you admire him for a moment, holding yourself back from touching his face, not wanting to disturb him. lying there for a few minutes just lazily staring at the ceiling, you notice him shifting too, making a soft sound. his eyes open slowly, hazy from sleep.

"good morning," he mutters, voice deeper than usual and hoarse from sleep. as if you didn't already love his voice, hearing it in the morning just makes you adore him even more. he slept in one of his many signature red t-shirts, of course. why wouldn't he.

"morning," you reply, similarly groggy. your hand moves to absentmindedly play with his unruly hair, something he wouldn't admit he loves. there's a small smile on your lips, one he returns. wrapping one arm around your waist, he gently pulls you closer, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead.

"did you sleep well?"

"mm-hm. did you? you really deserve some rest, tom."

"i did, love."

you spend a few moments in comfortable silence, letting the early morning haze disappear slowly, your fingers still in tom's hair. you treasure these quiet moments of intimacy with him, doing nothing but enjoying each other's presence. he lets go of you after a while to get out of bed, at which you let out a dissatisfied sound.

"come back, let's cuddle. what's so urgent all of a sudden? you don't have filming today, do you?"

"i don't, but i'll make us breakfast. you just rest, okay?"

accepting defeat, you lie back down, watching tom go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients. he doesn't cook often, but you appreciate it immensely whenever he does. still, you miss his embrace, but this is an acceptable compromise. you can always get your cuddles after eating, and you're starving, now that you think about it. in a few minutes, the delicious smell of pancakes wafts through the air, enough to get you out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, wrapping your arms around tom's waist from behind. you press a kiss on his cheek, looking down at the sizzling pancake batter in the pan.

"they smell great. thanks for making breakfast, it's sweet of you."

he lets out a soft chuckle in response, flustered.

"you know i'm not the best cook, but it's hard to go wrong with pancakes."

he sets one last pancake onto the top of the pile, turning off the stove and giving you that charming smile of his, cute crinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes.

"would you like yours with blueberry jam?"

"yeah, thanks."

you take out two plates and take a seat at the dinner table, eagerly gobbling down four pancakes in one sitting. tom seems to enjoy them too. after you're done eating, you pull tom back onto the bed, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close. he chuckles as you kiss his cheeks all over, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

"what was that for?"

"for the pancakes. and for being lovely."

he lets out even more flustered giggles. he looks so pretty like this, the early morning rays of the sun bathing his face in a warm glow, his hair still messy and his smile making your heart flutter wildly. your eyes wander to his lips.

"can i kiss you, tom?" you blurt out the question without much thought. he stares at you for a moment, taken aback.

"yes," he whispers, voice breathy.

leaning in, you place your lips on his. he kisses back slowly, always so gentle, resting a hand on your cheek. you feel like you could explode before he pulls away. the rest of your morning is spent holding each other and listening to tom's lengthy rambles of all the nerdy things he's interested in, mostly infrastructure, sound wavelengths, and future video ideas. you wouldn't have it any other way.

#hopefully i succeeded in making this “extra fluffy” as per requested! ^_^ #tom scott x reader #tomscottposting #if tom ever finds this i'm offing myself #i'm physically unable to write anything remotely romantic without a kiss. like what's the point bro #petra's writing 💌 #୧ ‧₊˚ 🥞⋅ ☆ #i'm also unable to write realistic dialogue #this is basically just tom being a malewife tbh

[kirihotto]

Friends Attentive Brother {Taehyun X Reader 16+}

→ Warnings: Slightly aggressive dom

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content. 

→ Genre: Friends brother likes you

→ Summary: Hanging out with your friends you go over to one of there houses for the night. Expecting to have the place to yourselves. Her older brother had a change of plans. So your all stuck together for the rainy night. 

→ Word Count: 2 801 

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 01/10/23

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"Hey brooo~" My best friend Minho {No. not lee know minho} called out poorly to her brother standing in the door. Us. soaking wet. Since it was pouring rain, we all huddled under the roof sheltering each entryway. It had been all sunshine and rainbows until we decided to go back from the mall. Minho just stood with a dumb grin on her face. While the other two girls behind us were shivering and nudging her. Minho's way to attractive of a brother stood with a confused glare at us. Until finally she spoke. "Let us innn! I thought you were away for the night."

"Plans changed. Come in you guys." He smiled, moving his frame from the grip on the doors. We piled in the safe, cozy place's entryway. I've been here a few times. Even though it was small it was rather nice. Dark Hardwood floors trailing to the living room. Which was filled with two black soft leather couches and matching loveseat. A circle white table sat in the middle, and a few plants decorated it. Fluffy white rug underneath. The kitchen lined with black cupboards and white countertops. Tall black leather seats met the island. A set of two huge glass doors, leading to a balcony. Taehyun marched up to Minho waving a finger in her face. "Stay here, I'll grab towels. Don't fool around too late."

"Yeah yeah." She pouted. Snatching a towel from Taehyun. He gently handed the rest of the stack to us. But my gaze was rather focused on him than the task at hand. His bleach blonde hair resting above his brows. Slender frame layered with a black hoodie and black slightly ripped jeans. A pair of white Puma slides to complete the 'at home' look. His doe eyes caught my staring ones. He only smiled slightly. Before he walked off in the direction of his room. Minho taking the floor, leading us down the same hallway. "Alright. You can put your towels here once you're done. Feel free to change here or my room. We can take turns and wait in the living room."

I changed into my pajamas for the night. Well. not really pajamas as much as they were comfy clothes. Pink shorts and a baggy gray sweater. My wet hair fresh and combed down. Sitting on the comfy couch as the other girls got changed. One by one we got dressed and scrolled through our phones. Warming up from all the wet journey. Minho quickly dragged us to her room once we finished changing. Her room was way different from the relaxed neutral appeal of the rest of the house. The room was all greens, blues and a little yellow. But very much still girly. Fluffy accent pillows, cute stuffies, flowers, jewelry, all sorts. Joo-jin and Byun stole the two most comfortable spots on the bed. Minho sat on the small desk chair backward and I sat on one of the many fluffy pillows on the floor. For once the other two's focus wasn't on their cells. Minho had clearly noticed.

"So. drama? Tea? All the deets we couldn't spill in public. Asap!" Minho demanded. Her eyes searched for a spark of fiery passion.

"I mean yeah.. With Byumho and his girlfriend." Joo-jin softly remarked. Minho instantly put the issue on full blast. While I did like my friends I wasn't about to sit here and listen to drama about boys. Any other drama besides boys I'd be all into listening. Opening a random rhythm game on my phone and tapping away. While the other three shared information about each other's crushes.

"So F/N you like anyone?" Minho rolled her chair over to my sad spot on the floor. I shook my head and my focus turned back to the level. Clearly not satisfied she let out a complaining sigh. "Come onnn! I know you have your heart set on someone."

"No i- hey!-" I was trying to deny it when she snatched my phone from my grip. The sad sound of failure rang in the air.

"Fine. whatever. But get your nose out of that game. Let's start our own game." Minho chuckled, rolling her chair back to the center of the small room. All eyes focused on her. She stuck out a finger in my direction. I cocked an eyebrow at her in confusion. "Truth or dare me."

"Truth or dare?" I sighed out. Not knowing what I'd choose for her in either of those options.

"Dare."

"I dare you.. to be nice to your brother for the rest of the day." Nice one. That had been easier than expected. She looked 'wounded' and growled. I just laughed at her dramatic expression. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Joo-jin! T or D?" Minho called out. They were all just so much more energetic than I was. As well as being pretty popular. "Mmm. oh! I dare you to tell my brother you like him."

"What! I don't. Ugh ok ok." Joo-jin's focus went to Byun. "T or D?"

"Truth."

"Did you used to have a crush on Taehyun?" Joo-jin questioned. A swirl of dread flooded my stomach at the insinuation. Maybe not so fun..

"Well. not really but like he was really cute." Byun admitted with a nervous blush.

"Seriously. What is with the topic of my brother? Ugh. he wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. He was supposed to be with his bandmates in Busan." Minho complained. I had forgotten he was a member of a new group. Minho burst through my thoughts again. "F/N T or D?"

"Uhhh Truth. Wasn't Byun supposed to ask me?" I chose quickly.

"Whatever, I'm sure she will agree with my offer. With the topic of my brother in the air. Who do you like?" Minho questioned shooting me a daring gaze. My face lit aflame when I realized what that glance had meant.

"Oh you so do." Byun smirked. Assuming she had agreed to Minho's 'truth offer.'

"You'd be so cute together." Joo-jin blurted.

"Come on, just admit it! I wont be mad, it's fine. He is single as far as I know." Minho Finished with a wink. They all leaned in closer to me. Eyeing me for a reaction, which I could easily feel in my burning up face.

"Alright! Fine! Fine. I like Taehyun ok? You happy?" All the girls squealed after my way too loud of a claim. Slumping over my crossed legs and covering my blushed face. Though I hadn't really thought of... dating him..

"Ok ok! Ask me one!" Minho squealed, waving her hands about in excitement. I was done with chaos and tired. It didn't take much longer for the other girls to get tucked into bed as well. Minho stole my phone so i didn't have any music tonight to keep me safe from her slumber.

In the dark room filled with flowery aroma and snoring girls I lie down awake. Knowing it was useless to look for my phone in the dark or try sleeping. I made a break for the living room. It was oh so cozy. The house was all dark other than the moon lit living room. Shiny rain trailing down the glass doors as I stared out. My warm hand resting on the cool glass. The moments from today are finally catching up to me. It was so fun other than being soaking wet and I Hadn't thought of dating Taehyun. I always seemed to stare at him while I was here. He is just so good looking. But those kind eyes. Meeting mine. I'd love nothing more than that warm gaze to be on me.

"F/N?" A male voice called from not far behind me. Apparently his gaze was on me. My heart instantly knew who it was. Jumping out of my chest by just his silky voice calling my name. He made his way over to me and leaned on the cold glass next to me. His arm resting against the glass above his head. I'd have to pray it was dark enough for him not to notice my intense blush. Yet it was enough to see his beautiful features.

"Y-yeah. Sorry, did I wake you?" I replied, finally looking him up in the eye. He smiled and shook his head.

"No no. I'm sure we're up for the same reason" he stated, nudging his head toward the hallway we had just come from. His slender hand slid down the nape of his neck. His eyes focused on mine. "I came out here to grab my charger. But.. here you are."

"Yeah. o-oh! I'm ok alone. I'm not even that tired. It's just so nice. The rain." My view flew quickly back to said rain. Taehyun's gaze still noticeably scanned me. Presumably hunting for a lie. Until he did the same. Looking out to see what was visible of the city lights.

"Well.. what if I'm not?" Taehyun questioned, leaning slightly in my direction. His gaze focused outside. His dark eyes glistened upon the cold dark sky. A small smile graced his face.

"Oh, I can stay with you." After a moment of processing I answered him. Once more staring.

"You don't have to. But I certainly wouldn't mind having someone like you to pass the time with." He gave me a side eye before releasing a sigh. Leaning his back against the cold glass rather than his side. His face toward the ceiling. Long eyelashes shadowing his cheeks.

"I was planning on staying out here anyway. May as well stick together." Honestly, I wanted to run away so bad. My mind is racing a mile a minute. Poorly attempting to make sense of my emotions. But clearly my racing heartbeat was the silent, yet loud and clear answer.

"Let's get comfy. It's awfully cold. " Taehyun offered. Making his way toward the couches. A blanket was quick to appear next to him. Along with myself. He tossed half of the soft white blanket barely on me. "I won't bite. Let's watch a movie?"

"Sure. not too loud to wake them." I reminded him. Taehyun chuckled slightly, grabbing the remote from its place on the table. Flopping back comfortably and turning on the TV. Scrolling through movies he picked one that played quietly behind our chatter.

"I don't want to disturb others. But Minho. Mm she deserves it." Taehyun giggled slightly, reaching for his phone. A scroll later and a sad sigh erupted. An irritable run of fingers through his blonde locks. "If it weren't so stormy."

"Oh? I thought you said it was nice." shocked at the sudden mood change. He seemed so relaxed. Now tense and slightly salty. The bright LED screens lit up the otherwise dark room. Taehyun's gaze wandered his cell screen.

"Oh yeah haha. It's pretty, don't get me wrong. We had to delay our practice again due to bad driving conditions." another sigh and wave of his hands. He tossed his phone on the soft pillows next to him. His focus was back on the TV. while mine had hardly left him. His tousled blonde hair attempting to hide under a big black hood. "It doesn't matter. This is nice."

After a half an hour or so of my eyes drifting from Taehyun to the bright tv screen. When my gaze met the TV I'd only think about my feelings toward him. My heart raced steadily through the entire half hour. Until the movie had gotten more... intense than expected. Nonetheless we watched the two lovers 'quarrel' with each other in the sheets. Taehyun didn't seem overly uncomfortable for someone that didn't know me well. Other than his leg slightly bouncing moments before the scene came on. Looking away from him and the TV hoping to distract my thoughts. This is my friend's brother. Get a grip. I repeated in my head. But it was no use. The blush flooding my cheeks must have been visible to Taehyun by now.

"Oh sorry. I just uhm.. Zoned out." Taehyun had clicked off the TV after a quick glance at me. His focus fully on me. He took down his hood hurriedly and twisted his body in my direction. Stray blonde hair stuck up in a few places.

"No, it's ok! If you want to watch it, go ahead." I replied, waving my hands in my face. Taehyun had only let out a relieved sigh. His shoulders relaxed again. Our roles had been reversed. Now I was wondering if he was ok.

"Shh.. not too loud. It was my fault you got so worked up. You're loud when you're nervous.-" Taehyun cut himself off. Shooting me a rushed worried glance. I hadn't known why until.. How would he know that about me? Nearly giving myself whiplash in my hurried frantic glances. Unless. My statement earlier..oh no..

"H-how did you come to that conclusion? We hardly know each other." I replied hastily. Even though he was right.

"Before I say this, don't freak out. I didn't mean to listen in. My room is right next to Minho's. I can hear her snore. So you guys were yelling earlier...gah.." Taehyun fumbled upon his words. His hand resting on the nape of his neck again. Nervous habit. A slight pink dusted his cheeks. Wow. I could get used to this. Even though I knew what he was going to say next. "I heard your claim earlier. You liking me."

His focus shot up to me finally. After his statement of said knowledge his gaze hardened. Like getting those words out was a relief. While hearing those words I had claimed earlier, broke me. My heart was aching by this point. It was pounding like nuts since we sat down. now It was more of an anxious beating I'm sure. His eyes scanned my form for any sign of reaction. But once his eyes met mine we both knew.

(spice)

Taehyun tossed the blanket off us. Pinning me to the small leather couch in the moonlit living room. His hands on either side of my head. A shiver creeping down my spine. Whether it was from the sudden cold or Taehyun's intense stare from above me, I didn't know. Was he toying with me? I felt an anger start to boil in my throat. Though no words were spoken. We just stared. His dark doe eyes meet mine. Messy blonde hair dangling inches away from me.

"Luckily, I've taken a liking to you." He stated, slowly moving closer to me. His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes. In my shock I flew my blushed face the opposite way. Facing the now oh so interesting leather pillows. Taehyun let out a quiet deep chuckle. His warm breath fanned my neck against the cold. The slight smell of his cologne filling my senses. He halted his movement. Hovering above me. "If you don't want this you have all the right to say so. At any point and time. If you don't say anything I can..continue..?"

My thoughts were racing. So he did like me. I just realized what I have been feeling toward him and now this? Though it was sudden my racing heartbeat didn't want me to go anywhere. All movement stopped as I processed my thoughts. The sound of rain slamming into the roof repeatedly, the glow of the cold blue moon. This was too good to pass up. Nodding slowly, my body relaxed. Feeling reassured I wasn't being forced or restrained.

Taehyun moved away for a moment. My eyes shifted to sneak a peak at his reaction. He seemed shocked, but a small grin was across his face. Along with a cute string of small blush. His hair tickled my neck before I felt his breath again. Soft kisses along my neck and behind my ear slightly. My eyes shut, the back of my hand over my mouth. Holding in what I knew would be a mess of tiny moans. He was hardly touching me but my fluttering heart didn't seem to care. It only craved more.

Taehyun hovered above me again. I turned my body to face him, slowly putting my hands on his lean shoulders. Tensing from my touch. We were both nervous yet trusted one another. He caressed my cheek before kissing me lightly. My hands rested together behind his neck and shoulders. Pressing our bodies together. The heat from him, warming me from the chilly air. Strings of kisses getting more and more intense. Gasping for air as he rested his forehead on mine for a moment.

"Your so beautiful.. be mine." Though it was phrased like a question. His tone said otherwise. A fiery yet passionate gaze. I was already his.

A/N: Part 2? 0.0

#kang taehyun #txt #txt x you #txt x reader #txt fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun txt #taehyun x y/n

[chickensoupleg]

Platonic Besties has my heart, so.

-☆☆☆-

The day has not even begun when Robin felt the touch of feathers on her face.

" Hey, wake up. The girls are on their daily periods." The gentle cluck of the chicken that was sitting ever so delicately on her face with sharp claws digging into her cheek punctuates Steve's arrival into her bedroom sanctuary, Robin rolling and pushing the bird off of her.

" Dingus for the last time it's not their periods, chickens do not menstruate. It's more like pushing out the whole womb, regardless of fertilization."

" But it's also an infertile egg leaving a body."

" Yes and if you don't shut up I will crack an egg into your shoes. I'll laugh as I watch your soul leave your body."

The offended gasp she gets in return is worth it, Robin finally sitting up and yawning. The chicken that was carried into the bedroom hops up onto her lap, getting quite comfortable. Too bad Robin is not about to become bedding hay for a bird, scooping up the white feathered blob of chicken-y goodness and throwing the blanket aside. Steve was already out of his pajamas, taking back the foul beast that was sweet Miss Cluck as she trods out to the chicken coop. Actually getting ready for the day could wait, since all she needed to do was collect eggs from the girls. Steve couldn't do it on the sole case of Salty Red, one of the New Hampshire Reds, absolutely hating his guts and pecking the bejeezus out of him if he dared pass the coop threshold.

So it was up to Robin to collect the daily yield. In return Steve handles breakfast. A fair trade if you asked her.

" Howdy, coming in girls!" She announces as she enters the chicken coop. Several chickens cluck in greeting, some still sitting upon their soft thrones. A basket hangs just besides the door, Robin dumping out one of the silly fowl that sat all high and mighty in the woven material. " You know that's not where you live Cordelia."

Cordelia merely flaps up and sits on top of one of the watering buckets, staring at Robin with her beady little chicken eyes. Robin has to push her back down lest she decides Robin's head is her next target.

Now. The actual stealing part. Robin's frankly glad that the girls are at least polite to her for shoving her hand underneath them every day, with only minimal complaints. It's quick work anyways, counting out the eggs from each nest and patting the chickens that dutifully or not so dutifully sat upon them.

She still hates that they're usually so warm. But alas, chickens are alive and produce body heat like every other bird. Tis life.

" Last but not least is you, Salty Red. Scootch your booch." She nudges the chicken out of the way, earning her a slap of a wing and Salty Red landing to waddle by her feet.

See, polite.

" Ooookay, let's see... Oh just a single egg? Salty! How could you."

Salty Red regrets nothing, Robin holding the egg up with a clear peck mark stabbed through it. " Is this even yours? Did you commit crimes on another woman's butt stuff? How could you Salty." She tosses it against the ground, the egg splattering like a water balloon if water balloons were hard instead of rubbery, and the floor chickens went to town on pecking up the free protein.

Hoisting up the rest of the eggs, she bids a farewell to the chickens, leaving the door open for them to explore and murder the local bug population once they feel like it.

Steve greets her as usual as he slaps bacon onto the plate. Next to that was a plate piled high with fluffy looking pancakes, some dotted with the blue of fresh blueberries." So, how was it?"

" Salty Red murdered a nonexistent baby. Egg was white, so I don't think it was hers."

" Sounds about right. She's a criminal."

" 100% a criminal in a small chicken body. Alpha female of the prison."

Steve nods with the sage look of a wisened man who has seen too much before shutting off the stove. " Yep. Go get yourself all fresh while I make orange juice."

" Oh you're the best, Steve."

" I know. The bestest in the whole entire world. Should get a trophy for making you fresh OJ like the bestest friend in the world." Steve preens.

" And here's the part where I, as your best friend, punch your hubris out of you."

" Noooooo- Roooooobs! Miss Cluck save me!" He giggles as Robin gently pounds against his shoulder with a teasing grin.

" Miss Cluck is too chicken to save you, oh Steve-o!"

" Noooooo!"

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