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bi-writes · 4 months

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huhhhhh more bestfriend!roommate!simon x fem!reader because i want them to touch

more bestfriend!roommate!simon (part 4/?)

cw: nsfw (18+), suggestive language and content, mature language and content, kissing over the mask, simon "my girl cums first" riley, fem!receiving touching, praise kink, size kink, simon's thicc thighs need a warning, simon "the mask doesn't come off" riley

simon had a bad habit.

a nose-scrunching habit, a oddly pretty habit, a clouding habit.

you shut the door behind you, locking it. you dropped your keys by the door, slipping your sneakers off and hanging your jacket up. you had the day shift today, so simon let you walk home on your own. but he didn't know when you were coming home, and you suspect that's why he was outside on the balcony, a cigarette between his index and middle finger as he leaned against the wall.

you come up to the sliding door, narrowing your eyes before knocking on the glass. simon didn't move immediately, but you saw him turn his face away, tossing the cigarette onto the floor and stubbing it out with the toe of his combat boot. when he turned to look at you, his mask was on, and there was a little apprehension in those dark eyes.

you gripped the handle of the door, sliding it open. he moved to stand in front of you, taking up the entirety of the doorway, broad shoulders taking up the width of the space.

"luv--"

"shut the fuck up, simon," you snapped. you reached over and gripped the front of his hoodie, yanking him inside. he had to maneuver his shoulders to slip inside, and you brought him right up against you so you could glare right up at him. "you know, it's one thing to come back from your boys' nights smelling like it, but in our home?! simon! how many times do i have to tell you that those things will kill you?!"

he sighed, shaking his head a little.

"trust me, luv," he murmured. "this isn't what'll kill me."

"you shut up," you reached up and gripped his masked chin, forcing his eyes on yours. your eyes were a little watery, and your bottom lip trembled. "don't say things like that. don't you dare."

the air was a little stiff. simon was a bit ashamed, averting his gaze. you leaned up and put both hands on his cheeks, putting his eyes on yours again.

"look at me, simon," you said lowly. "i...i cant tell you what to do. i'm not your mother. but i don't like it. its not good for you. i..." you looked down. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to...i'm not trying to control you, i just--"

"its alright, luv," he quieted you. "it's alright, i know."

you sighed, dropping your hands to rest on his chest. your splayed your palms there, feeling the warmth of him. you held back a smile when you noticed him puffing out his chest a bit, flexing the muscles under your palms as you pressed against solid flesh.

"big, bad lieutenant riley..." you hummed lowly. "nothing can kill you, is that it?"

simon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he grunted.

"dunno what'll kill me, luv, but it won't be a bloody smoke."

you smiled wide finally, your eyes sparkling as you looked towards the kitchen.

"what do you want for dinner, simon? did you go shopping like i asked?"

"'f course i did," he said quickly, his tone nearly offended for even a hint that he you had doubted that he would do ask you asked. you let go of him, making your way to the kitchen. simon let his eyes wander. you were still wearing your uniform from the diner, pretty white and red stripes in the most adorable dress he'd ever seen. he'd curse the man who'd made you wear it the day he saw it the first time; his gaze that couldn't help but follow the valley of your breasts, the way the skirt fell over the curve of your ass--he felt like a teenager fawning over something so trivial about you, so physical and seemingly superficial, but you looked fantastic in it. his beautiful girl, the one he had known since she was only 17, how she grew and blossomed and before he knew, there was no other woman who could take up as much space in his mind as you.

simon had been to many dark places. the dark edges of torture, the narrow walls of being cornered by an enemy, the hot places where hell was just right over the cliff--he was a machine of order and sheer will, he had killed the parts of himself that never quite suited him for war, but somehow, this place with you stayed the same. it was the one constant he knew, the one constant that just never, ever changed, and for that, he was grateful.

you don't think simon riley believes in god. but he believes in you.

simon had been around the world. he had seen the worst of humanity, ripped his own right out of his chest, but none of it mattered as he sat down on the couch he had picked out with you. he remembered when you sent him the pictures of it, your voice on the other line of the phone as you told him how much you liked the pieces. he had been on deployment, and while he could care fuck all about what color the couch in your shared living room was, it was important to you so it was important to him.

"simon?"

your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"simon, could you open that bottle of wine? i need it for the stew."

domestic. fuck, this was too domestic, it was simple, it was calm. simon never flinched, not even when a bullet would hit the wall by his head, but fuck, the sight of you stirring vegetables in a pot in the kitchen of your shared apartment was making his head spin.

simon riley never missed his target. he set his sights on what he wanted, and with the ease and practice of a lieutenant, he crossed another name off his list.

and one could say that his pretty, little roommate, the woman who had been there before the scars and loved him even after them, was another target. your figure was in his sight, but fuck, his hand was shaking.

when the pot was simmering, you poured yourself a glass of wine and came towards him on the couch. simon was sitting, legs spread a little wide, his hands on his thighs as his eyes were fixed on the low hum of the television. you took a seat beside him after setting aside your glass, putting your feet up underneath you and leaning up against his arm.

"simon? everything alright?"

he turned to face you. a low shadow hung over his face, the hood of his jacket making his face appear even darker despite the mask he wore. you reached over under the hood and brushed a few strands of his hair off his forehead, tracing a small scar against his hairline. you smiled at him, running your knuckles down his temple. in the low light, you could barely see even his eyes, but simon spoke so much with just his eyes. they were beautiful. they were alive, had so much emotion, and you wondered always if maybe simon had learned to speak with them knowing it was the only part of him truly visible.

you lowered your gaze as he pressed his forehead to yours. his skin was warm, and you put a hand on his thigh to steady yourself. you swallowed, noticing how much smaller your hand looked next to his. he wore gloves, like always, but it didn't hide the size of him.

lieutenant simon riley. your simon. built like a fucking bear, a mind of impenetrable steel, eyes that had seen the nine circles of hell and wouldn't spill any of their secrets, simon riley who died and a ghost who brought him back and the woman that he dreamed about when they had taken everything from him except his goddamn memories--

he was kissing you. not in the way other men had kissed you, but in the way that simon riley would kiss you. the front of his mask met your lips, a touch of fabric that was warm and soft and melted your insides with a thousand unspoken words. he whispered your name against your lips, a quiet thing that felt like prayer. and maybe it was a sort of prayer, one that only he could make real, one that only he could make sound like faith and all the ugly, sorry truths that it brought with it.

but there was nothing ugly about this kind of prayer. it held no malice. it was pretty and soft and the only kind of word that ever brought him memories and not nightmares.

you were the one to press your lips to his. even through the fabric, it was like kissing someone for the first time. but not just anyone, simon. simon--simon who kissed your tears when you got stood up at a school dance. simon who promised into your hair that he would come back when you discovered the letters about his deployment overseas. simon who beat the manager at the first bar you ever worked at for following you home one night after your shift. simon who died when his family did and then came back, but only within the walls of your shared apartment and nowhere else.

simon, simon, simon--

his hand was under your dress. one gloved palm slipped up the back of your skirt, caressing one side of your ass as he guided you into his lap.

"simon--"

you choked on his name when you felt bare fingers slide over the edge of your panties. you reached up and cupped both sides of his face, whining as he moved his fingers under the fabric. your cunt was wet and glossy, and he pressed his face into the palm of your hand when he realized just how much time he had wasted being anything other than yours. and he had always been yours, but fuck, why hadn't he ever told you?

"youre so pretty, luv..." he smoothed his other hand up your back, tangling his fingers in your hair and tugging just enough to make you moan. "so pretty...so bloody wet...have you always been like this?"

you nod, unable to speak. his fingers spread your puffy folds apart, a soft wet sound that makes you cry. you want him to put those fingers inside of you, to make you ride his hand until you see nothing but white, but you just cant seem to form any words.

"oh, luv...youre a bloody mess..." he chuckled a bit. "fuckin' hell...let me see you--"

he picked up the skirt of your dress, his dark eyes flickering down. he cursed his breath, fisting the lace of your panties and ripping them right off. you whimpered as he tossed them onto the floor.

"christ, luv, can't believe i ever let this cunt be with another man. look at ya. it's fuckin' christmas mornin', aye?"

"you hate christmas--"

"dunno. could be more inclined if i got to have you in the mornin'."

"fuck you--"

"not yet, sweetheart."

simon never really thought you were much of a singer. but the crying and the begging and the moaning was music--and he was learning how to play you just right.

fingers teasing your cunt, he can feel the way your body aches for something more--something big and eager and warm, something that needs you badly, but fuck--you're so pretty with his name in your mouth and your cum on his fingers.

mine, mine, mine--

he grunted when you gripped his wrist, steadying his fingers enough so you could sink down on them. he groaned lowly, watching you tilt your head back and ride his fingers. sinking those gorgeous hips down again and again, putting his hand to use in a way that felt wrong up until now. fuck holding a sniper rifle and putting bad men to sleep--his hand was made to please you, that much was clear to him now.

you were so tight. grinding slow against him, dripping down his fingers, crying out when his thumb moved a gentle circle over your clit and his fingers slipped up enough to graze a pretty spot inside of you.

"nnngghhh--simon--"

"that's it, luv...'s it..."

you laid your forehead against his, nodding along to his words but your thoughts were only on the feeling of him. one finger, a second finger, a third--fucking up into you and feeling the squeezing of your soft walls and touching you in every way that made you dizzy and warm and cock-drunk--

"fuck, fuck, fuck--!"

you sobbed against his covered mouth as you came over his hand, a cloud of euphoria and pleasure and the soft thoughts of him that seemed to string together in some wonderful, hazy picture of him. simon was all hard lines, rough edges, the cut of broken glass or the wrong end of a gun, but it never mattered to you.

simon was the beginning and the end, of what, you weren't sure, but he was the beginning of something and definitely the end of it.

his eyes were on yours, dark, beautiful eyes that never lost their gentleness even when they should've been permanently black with his rage. simon was not angry. simon was not bent on revenge or eager to kill or smiling the face of death.

no, simon was in love. simon was so fucking in love.

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bobattea · 7 months

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i would like to request a scenario for the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya, atsushi and aku) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm. Like moaning loudly, squirming, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

Pairings: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Fyodor (separate) x Fem!Reader Warnings: predator/prey, language, god complex, NSFW, praise, degradation, oral (F receiving), Edging, kinda rough? Word Count: 3575 A/N: I added Fyodor to this list also. I couldn't help myself :) I'm so sorry it took so long to write this it took me 3 days to write longer than I had liked but it sure was fun to write. I hope I did your request justice!

Akutagawa -

You took off in a sprint. Depending on how this night goes, you may or may not follow Akutagawa into a secluded area again. You avoid looking behind you, which would only slow you down.

“I’ll give you a head start, but you better run fast.” You recall the warning in his words and in the firm grip that he had on your arm. “Because once I've caught you, I’m going to fuck you.” His words replayed over and over in your head as you sprinted down the path, triggering a familiar feeling between your legs that was difficult to ignore. It was a quiet night; barely anyone else was around. Typical.

The more you ran, the more out of breath you became. The excitement and thrill were the only things keeping you going. He was going to catch up for sure, and if you had as much of a single break, you’d be a sitting duck, but you don't hear anything besides yourself panting with no clue as to where you are running or what Akutagawa has in store. As if on cue, Rashōmon had gotten ahold of your leg, dragging you back a short distance as Akutagawa walked at a steady pace in the direction you ran in. His gaze is no different from that of a predator stalking its prey, sending shivers down your spine the closer he gets to you.

“Was that the best you could do? I even gave you a head start.” His expression didn’t change as he pressed your face first against the wall and had his Rashōmon hold you in place. Akutagawa didn’t push you too hard; the last thing he wanted was to hurt your pretty face, but he did so with just enough impact to send a shock of excitement through your body. The rest was a haze until you felt the cold breeze on your bare skin and shreds of your clothes hit the floor. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.” Akutagawa bit your ear gently, then kissed your neck before burying his cock inside you. His nails dug into yours as he thrust into you at an unforgiving pace, leaving you no time to adjust to him.

“Fuck! Ryuu!” You squeeze your eyes shut, and your hands are balling into fists against the wall. Akutagawa brings his head closer to your neck and bites down again with a low groan. He quickens the pace, and his thrusts become harder. “T-too much!” He doesn't listen to your words; you just egg him on.

“So fucking tight. Gonna ruin you.” He groans into your ear as he lifts one of your legs up to fuck you even deeper, the tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The cold air didn't bother you anymore; you were far too hot as you approached your orgasm. You couldn't form words, just babbling noises as you squeezed your eyes shut again and moaned loudly, finally cumming around his cock. Akutagawa came not long after; he held you in that position while you both came down from your high, nothing but heavy breathing as you both caught your breath. “You can have my coat to walk back in.” Akutagawa rests his head on your shoulder, still panting.

“As if I had a choice." You gave a short laugh; there was no way you were walking home naked, and it was highly doubtful he would let you either.

Atsushi -

Atsushi was inexperienced, to say the least. You had to teach him all sorts of things, except tonight. Tonight you have no idea what changed, but Atsushi would not let you say anything, and if you even try to utter any words that weren’t his name and how good he makes you feel, he dives his tongue into your pussy. He holds your hips down to the bed and licks at your wet cunt as if he’d been starved,your legs shaking and threatening to clamp around his head if it weren’t for his arms forcing your legs open.

“Atsushi~” you whimpered while his tongue worked wonders on your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. His arms snake around your thighs, dragging you even closer to him to stop you from rocking your hips on his face.

“Fuckkkk, you taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough.” He almost didn’t even sound like your Atsushi; he was way too confident. Maybe that’s not the word for it right now, but your mind is a mess, only able to focus on how good Astushi’s tongue feels against you. You can’t even get a single word besides his name and a few broken sentences. Your fingers make their way into his hair as you arch your back in pleasure, only for Atsushi to stop briefly. “Hands by your side, baby,” he says, moving his way up your body to come face-to-face with you. You do as he says and put your arms by your sides, then he engulfs you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “That’s a good girl.” You whimper at his words; this definitely was not your Atsushi, but you weren’t complaining either.

Atsushi kisses his way back down your body, starting with your neck, then down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, then he hovers over your cunt. You can feel his warm breath against your wet folds, but he avoids it all together and goes to kiss and bite at your thighs.

“Atsushi~ god please," you’re stopped halfway through your plea when Atsushi buries his face again between your legs, working his tongue in and out of your pussy. “Fuck!” you moan, arching your back again, and you grip the bed sheets tightly. Who knew he would be so skilled with his tongue? Not even you could teach him this. Somewhere through the bliss, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers, and he sucked on your clit.You could feel yourself pushing yourself into bed, feeling the wave of pleasure as Atssushi pumps his fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue over your clit repeatedly.

He loved hearing your breathless moans as he brought you to your release. It's all because of how good he’s making you feel all by himself, not you telling him what to do. Your reactions to him—your legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers, and your face flushing all because of him— You buck your hips once more, letting yourself cum all over Atsushi’s fingers with a loud moan of his name, but even after, he still slowly moves his fingers in and out.

"Where did you learn that?” You ask between breaths as you lie on the bed. Atsushi removes his fingers from your cunt and once again makes his way up to look at you face-to-face.

“I’ll tell you later, but we aren't done yet.” He looks down at you softly, his eyes still filled with desire, as you look back up at him, still recovering from your orgasm.

Chuuya -

“You look so pretty like this doll.” Chuuya stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you naked in all your glory with a red rope around your wrists and attached to the headboard with a silky blindfold over your eyes. You can feel the bed dip beside you and Chuuya learning over you, his voice next to your ear. “I wish you could see just how beautiful you look.” He kisses your temple. You hear the rustling of clothes and his belt hitting the floor. You squirm in anticipation of what Chuuya has in store for you.

Chuuya grips your legs and brings his face close to one of your thighs, his breath giving you goosebumps over your skin. He kisses your thighs gently and moves up your body. He kisses your stomach all the way to your breasts. You arch your back, feeling his lips around your nipple and his tongue running over the sensitive bud while his hand pinches and plays with the other one before he gives the same attention to the other one. “So perfect for me.” He lets go and continues his journey up, kissing your collarbones and each side of your neck until he hits your ear again. “Perfect for me to ruin.” He sits up and looks at your face. Your lip caught between your lips, the blindfold was still secure around your eyes, and there was a slight shine on your skin from the sweat due to the foreplay earlier.

You were relying on sound and touch alone to figure out what Chuuya’s next move would be, but he was so quiet, and his damn ability made it nearly impossible until he gripped your hips and positioned himself in front of your entrance. Chuuya teased your cunt with his cock before slowly pushing it inside you. You both moaned, then he started moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was going to take his time with you.

“God, you were made for me, doll. Fit me so perfectly.” You moaned loudly and squirmed each time his cock hit deeper inside of you, your hands holding tightly onto the rope for something to touch if you couldn't hold onto Chuuya. With your legs wrapping around Chuuya’s waist to try pushing him closer to you, he started to pound into you harder, but keeping at a slow pace, and you got louder each time his name fell from your lips. The ropes were giving off a burning sensation around your wrists. Each harsh thrust Chuuya gave you—a mixture of pain and pleasure—had you hissing and moaning at the same time.

“More Chuuya, please.” You beg; you wish you could see Chuuya, your imagination doing nothing for you, wanting to see Chuuya fall apart while he watches you fall apart too. Chuuya smiled smugly; he could feel you tighten around him. Your hips were lifted off the bed as he started to quicken the pace, slamming into you roughly.

“I feel you, darlin'; you're so close.” Chuuya was meant to take his time with you, but your pussycat was just too good not to lose control. His slow, sensual plan for the night definitely took a turn into more raw and rough passion. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.” Chuuya tosses his head back; he was not far behind.

“Chuuya! I'm going to cum!” You shouted in pure bliss; he was hitting all the right spots; he knew your pussy so well.

“Not far behind you, doll.” The two of you chased your highs, your moans joining in unison as you both cum together. "Fuck, baby, I really have no control when it comes to you.” Chuuya leans down and kisses your forehead.

Dazai -

'That sweet talking son of a bitch.’ You huff to yourself as you take your seat at your desk. His stupid idea was completely impractical, let alone utterly humiliating, and still you agreed. Dazai and his silver tongue—you could completely ruin his fun and just take it out now, and he would be none the wiser? Or maybe he knows you’ll do that? It's hard to outsmart Dazai. He knows you too well and speaks of the devil. He smiles warmly at you as he takes his seat across Kunikida and Atsushi. You watch as they all engage in conversation, waiting for Dazai to do something. How can he possibly think you’ll get any work done if you are on edge the whole day? Maybe that's his plan? To do nothing and keep you in a constant state of excitement and nervousness.

Then you see it. Dazai reaches for his pocket, and you can see the small black remote he hides under the table out of sight of Kunikida and Atsushi. You stare intently at the small black box in his hands. Your body tenses, waiting for the vibrations to start, but it doesn't happen. You can see the small, subtle smirk on his face as he listens to Atsushi. ‘Bastard’. He’s just playing with the remote in his hand, his thumb grazing over the button, threatening to push the very button that can ruin you within a second, and the thought of it is already making you wet. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the three of them staring at you.

“Y/n? You there?” Atsushi looks at you with concern. You blink a few times, and you briefly look at Dazai, who’s wearing a dark smirk behind Kunikida and Atsushi.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You clear your throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kunikida looks at you with a disappointed look for not listening to him in the first place.

“I was saying we have a meeting with a client at..." You could no longer hear Kunikida’s voice. The only thing you could register in that moment were the vibrations deep in your pussy. You gripped the table, your knuckles turning white as you pressed your legs together automatically. Your eyes were wide when you realized that he had pressed the button. Biting back a moan, you tried tuning Kunikida back in, but it was no use. “Y/n! Are you even listening to me?"The vibrator stopped, and you took a shaky breath.

"Yeah, I heard you. Sorry.” You force a smile, trying to play it off. Kunikida sighed but went back to his work, realizing he'd just be wasting more of his precious time on you if you weren't going to listen. You too went back to work after finally composing yourself, but you were still on edge because of Dazai, but holy hell did it feel good.

Eventually you had forgotten all about it, getting too engrossed in your work, and you had managed to meet with the client Kunikida had mentioned earlier. Your day was just starting until those vibrations started again out of nowhere. Your back arched and your hand slammed on the table as you took a sharp inhale at the pleasurable feeling, and you pressed your legs together again for some kind of friction. You noticed all eyes on you as soon as you did that, including Dazai, who had such an evil grin on his face. Your face turned pink out of embarrassment.

“S-sorry…cramps” You lie nervously, then try to go back to work, but Dazai doesn't turn the vibrator off; he keeps it going. Your hand is now subtly trying to cover your mouth as you try to prevent yourself from moaning, and your thighs are once again pressing and rubbing together for some kind of release. Dazai kept this up for the majority of the day, and somehow each time he knew when you would be close, he would just stop.

It was finally the end of the tortuous day, and you were the last one in the office, packing up your things. Then it started again, and thank God no one was around because you let out a moan that you had been holding in while you gripped the table again, bending over to steady yourself. Your legs felt like they could give out on you.

“You’ve been holding that one all day.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he presses himself up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.”

“Dazai…Please” You moan louder; you just want him to stop leaving you on the edge of your orgasm. Dazai’s arms snake around your waist, his right hand traveling down the waistband of your skirt and passing your pants to rub circles on your clit.

“So wet," he murmurs into your ear, applying a little bit of pressure to your clit as he slowly continues to rub circles on it while the vibrator is still going. “And we haven't even gotten to the good part yet.” You let out a whimper as he kisses your neck.

"Dazai, please, let me cum.” Your voice was desperate, and your head rested on his shoulder as he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck. His fingers move a little faster on your aching clit, he just needs to say the words, and you’ll cum right then and there, but he keeps dragging it out, and you're nothing but a moaning mess. Your legs can't even hold you up with how shakey they are as you approach your orgasm.

“You can, Bella; you deserve that much.” He smirks as he presses his lips against your cheek as he helps guide you through your orgasm. The hand that isn't abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves went to his pocket to retrieve the little remote Dazai has become well acquainted with throughout the day.

“Dazai!” Letting out a strangled moan and biting your lip in pure bliss as you came around the vibrator that's been in your cunt all day. Dazai stops rubbing your clit and turns off the vibrator. Your chest is heaving, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on your forehead.

“That’s it, and like I said, that was only the beginning."

Fyodor -

Fyodor never looks at you, and if he does, he looks at you like you’re the dirt beneath his boot. Only on rare occasions like this would he ever look at you, however. Fyodor's gaze barely left the monitors that are stationed behind you. He was acting as if you weren’t bouncing yourself on his cock, his seemingly bored expression never changing, but he wasn't bored. No, not at all. Ignoring you was his way of encouraging you to try harder at getting his attention. You want Fyodor to look at you? To praise you? To grant you a mind-blowing orgasm? You’re going to have to try harder than that, and Fyodor is a patient man with an impressive amount of self-control, which you hate.

You’re struggling, to say the least. Your breathless moans fill the silence of the room as you continue to fuck yourself with Fyodor’s cock, rocking your hips as much as you can before bouncing up and down again, but it just wasn’t the same. Your head falls onto his shoulder as your hands grip his arms, trying to chase your orgasm. You momentarily stop just to catch your breath to go again; doing this yourself was agonisingly painful. You just want Fyodor to take control of you right now so that you don't have to do it alone.

Fyodor knows you're struggling, and he finally looks at you. His gaze is one of amusement and pity at how pathetic you look, trying and failing at chasing your own orgasm like the slut you are without his help.

“Look at you, Myshka—you can’t even do something so simple by yourself.” He smirks as he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. His hands trail down to your hips as he holds you in place before thrusting into you. You throw your head back and cry out as he thrusts himself deeper into you, your nails digging into his shoulders that are definitely going to leave marks. “You truly are pathetic, aren't you?” Fyodor will never praise you, no matter what you do. You know that now.

“Oh God! Fyodor!” You moan loudly and throw your head back as he continues to thrust into you, now fully in control of the pace, only half listening to the degrading things he’s saying to you as if they aren't true.

“That’s right, Myshka, I’m your god.” He holds your chin so that you’re looking at him. He wants to watch you completely fall apart on his cock. Fyodor continued to control your movements; they were fast-paced, leaving you barely a chance to catch your breath. “Eyes on me.” His tone is commanding yet almost condescending, as if you can’t even do that on your own.

“M’gonna cum. Fuck!” You scream as pleasure washes over you as your walls squeeze his cock.

“That’s right, let everyone hear just how good your ‘god’ makes you feel.” He whispers in your ear as you chase your high. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving crescent moon shapes at this point as you finally cum.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath coming down from your high. You feel his hand grip your chin gently, making you look at him. Fyodor still has that look on his face—that you’re pathetic and worthless.

“There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked down at you, his head tilted, then let go of your chin before looking back at the monitors again. You don't move; he didn’t ask, nor did he move you himself. So you sit there with his cock still embedded inside of you and your head back on his shoulder as you relax. He looked at you. The only time he will ever look at you, even for a few short minutes, is when his cock is buried in your cunt with nothing but degrading words spilling from his mouth. A few minutes later, you stay still, now fully calmed down. You feel his hand on your hair, and you expect him to grab a fist full for him to drag you off of him and toss you to the side like you meant nothing, but instead he strokes your head gently. “You did well, Myshka.”

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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Over the Phone

Billy Lenz x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: You and your Sorority sisters have been receiving some pretty scary phone calls, but you’re too embarrassed to admit that you don’t hate answering them.

Warnings: Billy is nasty, Lewd language, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Billy refers to reader’s female anatomy and female anatomy is used but no pronouns

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year, especially in this cozy home. You’d never seen so many twinkle lights, strings of garland, or pieces of mistletoe in one area. All of the sisters really went all out this year, and you couldn’t be happier.

With a record in the background playing Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, you hummed along to the tune while grabbing the hot tray out from the oven. Your sugar cookies had become tradition, and you really liked making them for you and your sisters. The low lighting of the kitchen, illuminated by red and green bulbs along with a few candles on the dining table really set the festive mood, and your heart swelled with Christmas spirit.

You spent nearly an hour frosting snowmen, snowflakes, candy canes, little trees, and a couple reindeer. Hunched over the counter with a bag of frosting in your hand, hair a mess and a smear of blue frosting on your right cheek, you suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the kitchen. You groaned, as you were nearly done frosting, but wanting to see what was going on in the living room.

The piping bag thudded against the counter as you plopped it down, licking some frosting from your finger.

“What’s going on?” You asked, walking into a circle of sorority girls. They were surrounding Jess, who looked sufficiently upset and had the phone pressed against her ear. Once you saw this you knew. She was on the phone with “The Moaner” as you and the girls so affectionately dubbed him. A creep who’d been prank calling the house for the last couple of weeks, and boy was he vulgar. At first everyone thought it was just a frat house that was messing around, but it’s been going on for months, and the phone calls are getting worse and worse. Bad to the point where you know none of the frat guys are doing it. Or, if they are, you could probably get them in huge trouble.

Jess held up a finger in a shushing motion to quiet Barbara, who was practically yelling at the man on the phone. She liked to antagonize him. You could hear the man’s voice over the phone, and only then you realized how loud he must be talking. Jess scrunched her face in disgust. You knew she hated taking the obscene calls, so you held your hand out to her. She placed the receiver in your hand, and reluctantly, you held the speaker up to your ear. The girls around you waited anxiously for your reaction, and immediately your cheeks went red.

“Piggy cunt, you want my fat cock...I'll stick my tongue up your pretty pussy.”

You were flustered. The feeling that rose to your chest was not entirely unpleasant, and you felt a teensy bit ashamed about the fact you didn’t hate what the man was saying to you. I mean, the term ‘piggy’ was a little strange, but the rest made the butterflies in your stomach bounce off the walls.

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool. “Who…w-who is this?”

“Suck on my juicy cock! I'll come over…I'll come over and you can…you can suck it. Suck it! Okay?”

The man sounded frantic, yelling loud in your ear. Suddenly, Barb snatched the phone from you.

“Why don’t you call Lambda Chi, they could use some action, creep.” She slammed the phone down hard, holding her drink and cigarette in the other hand. “Just ignore him next time. It’s annoying having to talk to him!”

You stood there, frosting still smeared on your face as you listened to everyone walk away from the phone, arguing with an increasingly drunk Barb. You decided to let it go for now, walking back towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, your cookies were done and served to your sorority sisters. They lay out on the table in the living room next to three empty cups that once held cold milk. It was later at night now, and only you, Barb, and Jess sat downstairs. Everyone else had gone to bed. The music had been turned down and you flipped through a novel, cuddled up with a quilt and legs swinging over the side of an armchair.

You swore you felt your heart drop when Barb jumped up out of nowhere, still holding a half smoked cigarette away from her face. “Oh…” she groaned, hand on her stomach. “I’m gonna spew…”

She walked quickly towards the bathroom. You and Clare made eye contact, dreading who had to go help her this time.

You held your hands up in defense, pages fluttering. “I cleaned her puke out of Phyl’s sweater last time, you’re it.”

Clare whined as she stood up, throwing her textbook and notebook down back onto the couch. “Fine…” and off she went.

You were happy to be in peace now, reading by the light of the dying fire and the colorful lights hung around the room. The tree in the corner made your heart happy, so you always sat facing it.

Ring Ring.

You muttered a few cuss words at being interrupted again, but during the holiday season, phone calls were important. Usually from family or friends wanting to make plans with someone. Your socks slid on the hardwood as you nearly slipped standing up, book being slammed down on the table.

“Hello?” You said, sounding more unfriendly than you meant to. After all, it was nearly midnight. Who was calling the house at this time?

“Pretty piggy cunt! Billy wants to lick it, wants to touch it.”

You sighed, leaning against the cabinet the phone laid atop. Your brain said to hang up and just leave the phone off the hook, but your body told you to listen to this man, which is apparently named Billy. What’s he saying now? You tried to decipher but instead of words…he was just moaning now. A deep silky voice, usually aggressive and loud was now soft and breathy with soft whines every once in a while. The sound of his moans immediately made you perk up, heat pooling in the base of your stomach.

“Pretty piggy suck on my cock…” he moaned, louder this time in the receiver.

You bit your lip and pulled on the cord in order to check your surroundings. The hallway was clear, and so was the living room. You turned around…so was the kitchen. Barb and Clare must still be in the bathroom, and everyone else was in bed. You decided you were safe to indulge a little. No one would find out, right?

A shaking hand trailed down the center of your chest and down to the button of your jeans. With one hand you popped it open and slid down the rest of the way, nestled inside your underwear. You decided to be a little brave.

“Billy…” you said quietly. “It is Billy, right…?”

A loud moan on the other end of the line confirmed your question. “Wanna fuck pretty piggy cunt.” He growled. Your lips parted as you rubbed circles over yourself, pleasure running through your whole body. This guy had really gotten you hot and bothered.

“I’m going to touch myself, Billy.” You whispered, eyes locked on the hallway that the bathroom was in. All the sound on the other end stopped, and so did you, tensing up. You were suddenly horrified and humiliated, what if this actually was just some stupid frat guy carrying on a joke too long? What if it’s one of the sister's boyfriends and you’d just revealed the fact that you were going to get off on the phone with a stranger?

Your fears were eased when you heard shuffling, and then loud moans once more. Growls and squeals broke up his moans, reminding you he was still nuts, but you didn’t care. There was, however, a new sound. A wet slapping sound on the other end made your stomach erupt with lightning bolts. He was touching himself too. Your fingers moved faster, deftly circling your clit in desperation. You hunched over the cabinet, elbows aching from the pressure.

“Pretty cunt…wet piggy pussy, Billy wants…”

You closed your eyes before remembering to stay on guard, grip so tight on the phone you were sure it’d snap. Without realizing, a few whimpers and pants slid from between your lips despite how hard you tried to clamp them shut. You clenched your thighs and laid your head against the wood, pushing the receiver closer to your ear, hoping somehow you could magically make him even louder, loud enough to fill you completely.

Already, you were close, and from the way he was whining and whimpering on the other end, he was too. You started to cum, dropping the receiver on the cabinet and slapping a hand over your mouth, legs shaking and clenching together as you writhed, struggling to stand up. Billy’s moans filled your ear on the other side, and you both went silent and still at the same time. You laid against the cabinet, taking deep breaths and trying to be as quiet as possible.

Billy hung up the line, more concerned with how beautiful you looked illuminated by the Christmas lights. Or, at least he thought so, from the hole in the ceiling he watched you through.

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artificialbreezy · 3 months

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Welcome Home

AN: had this lovely idea with @as-above-so-below1000 and got a lil carried away. please enjoy this fluffy smutty piece.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: Fluff, poorly written smut, unedited, pet names, if i’m missing anything please let me know

NSFW below the cut ◡̈

Noah had just gotten home from a long and very tiring couple of months overseas. He missed his lover in more ways than one and he couldn’t wait to get home to her. Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like months and all he wanted was to have her as close to him as possible. He didn’t care if that meant he took her to work with him, or she sat on the shower floor while he showered. He just wanted her, all of her. When he finally made through the threshold of his home and saw his pretty girl seated comfortably in the corner of the sectional, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was home. She was home to him. “Oh baby, I missed you so much.” he sighed out loud. She jumped off the couch and ran to Noah. “Missed you way more! How was it? Did Europe treat you good?” He nodded down at this partner, holding her as close to him as he could. “Why don’t we go upstairs and cuddle. Just wanna hold ya” he mumbled into her hair. She nodded happily, grabbed his hand and made their way up to their shared bedroom.

Noah overheard a conversation between Nick and Jolly about cockwarming and the thought hasn’t left his mind. They said it truly was the way to be close to your partner. It wasn’t just sex, it was a way to feel them and be close. That’s all Noah wanted in that moment. He saw her sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling up at him. He knew he had to ask, he knew he needed to at least try. She could say no and he wouldn’t be mad, but he needed to push his worry of that to the side or he’d never ask. “Hey baby, can I ask you something real quick? he asked her quietly. She looked at him slightly confused, “course you can Noah.” He took a deep breath, “I heard the boys talking about something and I wanna try it out. I just missed you so much and I feel like nothing I do is gonna get you as close to me as this is and I just. I want you to sit on my cock.” Her eyes widened at his direct admission. “But not like riding me. I just wanna feel you. Hold you close, kiss on you a little. I just wanna have you as close to me as I can.” She stood up and nodded at him. “Okay. We can do that, I wanna do that.” She said to the man in front of her. Noah grabbed her hand and pulled her in between his spread legs.

“You can always say when you want to stop. Whenever it’s too much for you then we’ll be all done. Understood?” She reached up and held his face in her hands, “I understand Noah. I’ll take whatever you give me, happily.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly tugged it over her head, leaving her standing in front of him in just a pair of shorts. “No bra today?” he chuckled at the girl in front of her, “scandalous thing you are.” She took a step and took her shorts off. “Noah, I think you have too many clothes for what we’re about to do.” He laughed at his girlfriend's comment and lifted his shirt off his body. He pushed her gently towards his bed, undid the button on his jeans and slowly pulled those off his legs. “Ya sure you’re okay with this angel? Cause we can just cuddle naked and call it a day.” He saw her blush a light shade of pink and whisper, “wanna feel you.” He smirked at the girl and nodded. He climbed up into his bed and sat with his back to the wall. “C’mon pretty girl.” She climbed up into his lap and leaned down and pressed her lips to his. “I love you, Noah” she whispered against his mouth. “I love you more.” he responded. Before either one had time to speak more, she reached down and grabbed his member and lined it up to her entrance and slowly sank down. “Fucking hell. You’re so tight and warm” Noah grumbled. She leaned forward and laid her head against his chest, he reached behind her and started rubbing small circles on her back. They laid like that for what felt like hours. Until he adjusted and thrusted into her causing a soft whine to fall from her lips. He couldn’t ignore the sweet sound that fell from her and thrusted up again. “Noah, please” she moaned against his neck. “Whatcha need sweetie?” She groaned in response, suddenly feeling shy. “Can’t give you what you want unless you use your big girl voice baby.” “Again, please.” How could he tell her no? He thrusted his hips up softly. “Oh honey, I feel you squeezin me. You wanna cum don’t you? Want me to make you cum on my cock?” She nodded against him. He pressed a soft kiss to her head and grabbed her hips and slowly moved her against his cock. He wasn’t gonna let her do a single thing. He wanted her to sit there and look pretty while he wrecked her cunt. He picked up his pace and started moving her quicker, every now and then thrusting up just to feel her squeeze him. “Wanna cum, please.” She whimpered out. “Awe baby, don’t gonna ask me right now. Let go. Let me feel you cream my cock.” That was all she needed to let go. She bit down on his shoulder and grinned against him while she worked through her climax. “Fuck- i’m not gonna last baby.” “Cum inside me please Noah. Need it so bad. Missed you so much.” Noah groaned against her lips and gave one more thrust before he felt his cock twitch inside her. She moaned into the kiss as she felt his load leak inside her cunt. He slowed his movements and held her close. “I love you, so much. Thank you for that.” She quickly pecked his lips and smiled, “I have to say, I do feel way closer to you now. Might have to do that everytime you get home”

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finntheehumaneater · 19 days

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these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves (part 2)

part one (important note under the cut)

The Hell-thingy club was held in the theater room, Steve learned. There was a paper sign over the door that wasn’t there this morning. It was very detailed, with no white space, kind of making it hard to look at.

Hard to look at, but pretty.

He was going to knock—maybe ask around and see if anyone knew a girl named Eddie, but the door burst open and a girl stumbled out, sobbing into her hands. She had long black hair that was up in a bun and painted nails, and she nearly bumped into Steve, but he flattened himself against the wall so that she could pass.

“Katie,” a voice called, and a boy with long curly hair rushed out, his hand grabbing at her waist to turn her around. The girl (Katie?) shook her head, pressing it into the boy’s neck as she cried. She was a bit taller than him, but Steve guessed it was only because of her boots.

Steve felt a bit awkward standing there, just watching as the boy ran a hand over her back, the other holding her waist. “It’s okay, Kate, we’ll—I’ll watch Sarah. Okay? I’ll watch Sarah for you.”

“I should have to watch her, she’s—“

“Stop it,” the boy whispered, tugging her into a proper hug. “Stop it, babe, I’ll watch her.”

“Don’t need you to, I’ll just miss it,” The girl sobbed into the boy’s shoulder as he swayed her back and forth. It felt too personal for Steve to be witnessing, and he wanted to try and quietly slip into the theater room, but he was afraid that if he moved he would ruin their moment.

“You won’t miss it, I’ll watch her,” The boy murmured, pulling away and nodding slightly. “She likes me, it’ll be fun.”

“But she’s little,” the girl tried to protest, her voice weak and shaky.

“I know she’s little, hun, I was there when you had her,” the boy pointed out softly, smiling as he took her hands in his. His skin was white where her fingers were gripping it. “I’m like basically her dad, I’ll watch her for you.”

The girl hesitated, before shrugging and looking down. She glanced over at Steve, her cheeks flushed as she shrank into herself slightly, looking down.

“You go back in and tell Jeff I’ll be there in a minute,” the boy said to her, kissing her forehead and gently pushing her in the direction of the theater room door. “I’m gonna say hi to our friend, here.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” the boy grinned as he turned to Steve, his eyes flicking over to the door as it closed before he looked Steve over. “Enjoy the show?”

“I didn’t—“ Steve started, even though he didn’t really know what to say, but the guy cut him off.

“Is there…anything I can help you with?” He asked with faux politeness, and Steve went to grab for his backpack, maybe to grab the notebook and give it to the man—he could ask him to give it back to the girl who had dropped it—when he paused. He didn’t really trust the guy to give it back.

“Just um, wanted to look into the club,” he lied quickly, dropping his hands back at his sides, hating how they felt so useless and awkward just being there, not doing anything. “Hey, is there a, uh, a girl named Eddie in there?”

“Nope,” the guy said, crossing his arms. “I’m the only Eddie in this club. And—hold on, you wanted to look into Hellfire?”

“Hellfire, what...” Steve paused, squinting and looking back up at the paper sign above the door. His head hurt. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Right.”

“Okay,” The guy said, slowly. No, Eddie said slowly. This guy was also an Eddie. Cool. “Are you sure you’re not here to be an asshole? Because, look man, respect your jock urge to fuck up us nerds, but like—this is kinda all I have right now, so just—if you’re not actually interested then please leave. I can’t lose this right now, too.”

“I, okay, maybe I’m not interested, but my girlfriend’s little brother likes whatever you do in there….”

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Eddie cut in, tilting his head, which really added to his whole pathetic-cat-vibe.

“Uh, yeah, sure. That,” Steve muttered, shaking his head. “They like it, so maybe you could just—show me how it works. Might help me get him to like me or something.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, tapping his hand against his thigh, and Steve caught sight of a ring on his middle finger, a thin silver one with blue in the middle. “Fine. Sure. Come on in.” He raised an eyebrow though as he stepped back, holding a hand out to Steve when he went to take a step forward though. “If you’re a dick to Gareth I’ll fucking kill you, though.”

“Okay,” Steve said, narrowing his eyes slightly. This kid didn’t look like he could kill him. Probably just throw dice at him and annoy him. Bite his ankles, maybe, he was kind of short.

Eddie opened the door to the theater room, giving Steve a mock bow, his hair falling into his face as his lips pulled into a dry smile. “After you, princess.”

Steve flushed at the name, opening his mouth to protest, saying something like, I’m not a girl, but he just rolled his eyes and went inside. It was really hard to be nice to this guy, but he was going to try. Besides, he had to go along with the lie that he was here to learn about Dungeons and Dragons. For Mike. Even though Mike didn’t like him. And, to be honest, Steve didn’t really like Mike either, but his friends were okay.

The room was dark, a couple of lamps lit but the overhead light off. There was a long table, a throne sitting at one end and a stool at the other with normal chairs on the sides. Eddie motioned for Steve to sit on the stool. The people on the chairs all turned to look at him, and he shrunk down slightly, his backpack held tightly in his lap.

“Hey,” a curly haired boy said hesitantly, and Steve saw Eddie’s eyes linger on him for a second too long, his expression nice and soft like it was with the girl from outside who was staring down at her lap, her eyes still red.

“Hey,” Steve whispered back, offering a small smile. Everyone in here looked scared of him, and that made him feel even more nervous. “I’m uh, I’m Steve.”

“We know,” Gareth said, his cheeks a bit pink. “I—I know, we’ve bumped into each other before.”

Steve smiled slightly, tilting his head. “We did?”

Gareth frowned, shrugging. “It wasn’t a good bumping into.”

“Oh,” Steve whispered softly as Eddie started to talk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie snapped, glaring again. “If you came here to learn about D&D you’ve gotta listen, man.”

Steve nodded, glancing at Gareth one last time before sitting up in his seat a bit more and trying to look as focused as possible. If he just paid attention he could leave and then find the girl he was looking for tomorrow.

But Eddie wasn’t very good at teaching things. He went over things too quickly, muttering something about how Steve’s head must be filled with so much ‘stupid sports shit’ so he couldn’t concentrate. Steve felt like Eddie was using long words on purpose, ones that he knew Steve wouldn’t understand.

Steve dug his fingers into his thighs, sucking in a deep breath as Eddie went on and on about hit points, a few people butting in to say something but he waved them off. “I don’t—don’t understand—“

“Maybe just fucking listen, then?” Eddie said tightly, giving Steve a strained smile. “Okay, sweetheart?”

“I am listening,” Steve protested, starting to feel a bit pissed off. He wanted to go home with Nancy, he was tired of fucking sitting there. “It’s just—I don’t understand what all of this means, and you’re going way too fast for me to—“

“Go, then,” Eddie said, and Steve fell quiet, looking back up from where he had been focusing on a little figurine.

“What?”

“Go,” Eddie said, his gaze hard and challenging. “If I’m so bad at explaining this, then fucking go.”

Steve say the girl from the hallway shoot Eddie a look out of the corner of his eyes, but Eddie didn’t seem to notice.

“Fine,” Steve whispered, embarrassment creeping up his cheeks as he grabbed his backpack and stood up, the chair falling backwards and hitting against the floor. He flinched. The lights in the room flickered and he took a step back, trying to calm down. It’s just a stupid fucking noise, it shouldn’t scare him. He’s not supposed to be scared of flashing lights.

“Bye,” he whispered to Gareth, pinching at the bridge of his nose for a second as he tried not to cry. This was all so stupid. “It was nice to officially meet you.”

“Yeah,” Gareth muttered, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“Bye, sweetheart,” He heard Eddie call as he slammed the door shut, condescending and mean.

Fuck him, he was going to go and find Nancy.

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hey guys. Sorry this update took so long to do, and that’s it’s short. I haven’t been doing to great, and now with that stupid fucking post that puppy-steve made about me I don’t know when my mental state is going to get better—or when I will be updating next.

All of my friends and mutuals in here are unfollowing me and blocking me because of that post, and I haven’t stopped crying all morning. I feel like shit. If I am a minor that is my own business and no one else’s, but I think going as far is to make up lies about me ignoring DMs to stop interacting with people is too fucking far.

I’ll try to update this sooner but I feel like everyone hates me at the moment so I don’t know how soon it will be. Sorry.

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#I’m just feeling really bad right now and I don’t want to cry over this anymore because it’s stupid but I can’t help it #I’m sorry you guys are here for fanfiction not drama #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #My fic #Finn writes #Gareth Emerson #nancy wheeler #Robin Buckley #steddie angst

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qrosewinter · 3 months

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Toxic

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Description :Part 1 - Part 2- part 3..To be continued.

Summery: Where a girl from New Zealand goes to brooklyn to live with her Auntie and Uncle, mets a brooklyn boy with secrets and a voice like honey with pretty hazel green eyes.

Where a brooklyn boy mets a girl from New Zealand with an accent he's never heard before, who he can't seem to forget.

The start of the most unlikely relationship between two people starts to bloom, between a brooklyn boy who's just a little misunderstood.

And a Polynesian girl struggling to find who she is in the concrete jungle of NYC so far from home.

Will this relationship bloom or stay untouched? Maybe we should let fate take the lead for this one.

Fic summary: slow burn, obvious to flirting, a little bit of angst, romance, revenge, anger.

WARNINGS ⚠️: Horrible attempts at slang, Horrible attempts at Spanish, Swearing, Weapons, Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Mature themes, Spelling mistakes.

Be warned terrible attempt at slang for miles and Spanish, but we do be trying 🥲, this is literally my first time at trying out writing a fic and trying to finsh it too, so feed back would be nice and any ideas you may have ill take into consideration too!

Also I will be leaving little hints on what the chapters are about using small poems or quotes, so be sure to read those. It'll be a little insider on what (Y/N)'s past maybe even about Miles too, and even a little hint on what the chapter could potentially bring in the future 👀

chapter 1: Bumpin' into a stanger.

"Two souls don't find each other by simple accident" -Unknown

"Ion want to hurt you ma" he said to me his forearm against the wall next to my head as he caged me between him and the wall.

But I couldn't make out his face, it was to dark on this street, the nearest street light was to far away to give me even a slightest glimpse his face hidden in the shadows.

The only thing I could make out where his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

"Who said I'd let you?" I couldn't help but fire back as my heart pounded in my chest, and I was sure if he leaned in any closer he'd hear it.

He chuckled softly, the sound like liqud honey, but also slightly deep and so undeniably fucking attractive "you ain't got no idea who I am, do you mamas?"

"What?" I said confused, my head tilted back to look up at him even though I couldn't see his face. my hands felt sweaty and clamy as I rubbed them against my upper thighs against my jeans to wipe it away.

He kissed his teeth as he huffed a little amused "Fuck, Chica" he said smoothly his voice touched by an accent.

Spanish, I think? I wasn't sure, couldn't bring myself to pay attention, now with how he moved just a little closer, now pressed up against me.

And jesus, did that voice have my knees weak and threatening to give out under me.

"qué me estás haciendo" he mumbled leaning in closer to me and my pluse quickened my breath hitching as his lips got closer to mine.

I held my breath as his lips brushed against-

"Y/N GET THE FUCK UP YOUR GONNA BE LATE" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my dream.

My eyes shot open in fright, I shot up in bed but well ended up tangled in my sheets and tumbled out of the bed "Fuck!" I cursed as I hit the ground and I groaned.

"Well what are you waiting for young lady, get up. ka tohe koe i tenei reiti." Came my Auntie Lily's voice from the kitchen as she grumbled to herself.

My Auntie Lily's like me, she's from new Zealand too, but ended up moving to brooklyn after she met my uncle and fell in love with him.

My auntie lily has beautiful long black wavey hair hair that stops mid back, light brown skin, and dark brown eyes. And still even in her mid-thirtys she's still very beautiful.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet filled the apartment of everyone wide awake and getting ready for the Day.

I groaned from where I lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets my cheek squished against the carpet, I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed myself up and untangled myself from the blankets.

"Fuckin' mornings" I grumbled under my breath as I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom I was thankful I had in the bedroom my Auntie let my have.

The room was still plain and empty of decorations seeing as I only just got to America two days ago, and well its only been two days since I've been in new york, so I was still getting used to things here.

I made it into my bathroom and sighed running a hand through my messy hair and looked up in the bathroom mirror and grimaced a little, because well I'd seen better days for sure.

I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin looked a little oily and kinda dry in some places as I rubbed my finger tips over my skin to get a better feel, seeing as I didn't get to do my skincare before I left to get on a plane here to New York, and well fuck the 16 hour flight I had to take here and the stuffy plane filled with assholes.

And well having to get used to an 18 hour time difference was hard too, but slowly and surely I was getting used to it but not as fast as I needed too seeing as I had only been here for about two weeks.

I thought rolling my eyes to myself, then I glanced at my piercings I had and hummed in thought, thinking of the last time I cleaned them.

I had a septum piercing nothing fancy just a sliver one, then snake bites on both sides of my bottom lip and yet again nothing fancy just plain old silver seeing as I could never get the right lip rings for them, either to big, to small or just not comfortable, course I had a tongue piercing but that was just an impulse decision to get it, a plain old sliver bar with red and white stripped balls on each end.

And finally I had both my first and second lobes pierced, for my first lobe it was just a plain old sliver hoop with safety-pins hanging from them, because I remembered reading somewhere that they meant something like being a trusting person always here to listen and help so I thought why not and added them, then for the second lobe was a sliver stud shaped like a small Angel wing with a little white crystal in the center, a gift from auntie Lily for my 18th last year.

And I grimaced as I ran a hand through my hair, it felt greasy and sweaty seeing as I didn't get to wash it for the past few days being tired and trying to adjust to being in such a new place, and well it didn't look any better either and was in some need of some good TLC.

With a slow deep sigh I turned on the shower to warm leaving it to warm up as I walled into my room over to my drawers to get some clothes and underwear.

I pulled out a fair of black cargos, and a black halter crop top I had cause it was right there and I didn't want to go digging for any other shirt feeling to lazily to look for something different.

I pulled out a pair of black ankle socks and threw them on my bed to put on after my shower, then a plain pair of black panties and a bra to match nothing fancy, along with throwing a black oversized varsity jacket I had with red accents on it, onto my bed too.

Before I moved off to the bathroom with my clothes to wash up, and get my day started even though I wanted to crawl into bed and die.

(About 30 minutes later)

I walked out of my bathroom feeling fresh and brand knew after washing up, doing my skincare, and putting some products in my hair and clipping it back in a messyish bun to keep my damp hair out of my face, but still I had a few stray hairs framing my face and curling gently against my cheek.

I slipped my socks on then my old warn black Nikes with white accents, i so happened to buy myself back home after going on a day out with my sisters, I'm our small town, cause why not and I needed some new shoes and by looking at these ones I'd need to get some new shoes later on too.

I quickly swiped on some of my vanilla oil perfume putting some just below my ears, then my collarbones and then finally my wrists before setting it down, slipping on my jacket then my cross body bay I got on sale it was a small black Nike cross body bag with about four different pockets.

the one right on the front of the bag had about three different lip balms in it, the one right on the back and some cash and my credit card in it, and on the inside it had my portable charger and a small charger cord in it for both my phone and well my earbuds, the other little pocket didn't really have much in it on the inside just my apartment keys and some lose change I had.

I didn't forget to slip my phone into my back pocket while putting my JBL earbuds in my bag too after taking the earbuds out of the case.

Bought them myself when they were on sale, cause I had a Job back home, made decent money too, got paid 25 an hour just to clean some rooms on the weekend or even ever school was out, I always put half of what I had away in my savings and the rest I kept for myself to spend on what I wanted or needed.

And as I walked out of my room I swiped on some coconut lip bam cause my lips felt dry, as I started to walk for the door, after shoving it back into the front pocket of my bag.

"I'm off! Bye Auntie!" I called out to my Auntie as I slipped out the door.

"Bye have a good day!" I heard her call out after me as I slipped out the door, putting my ear buds in my ears, and tapping the side of the right one once to press play as the song 'Baby by me by 50 cent and Ne-yo' filled my ears as I walked down the apartment hallway.

down the stairs and then finally the apartment building and down the street to get my schedule from the new school I was starting in a few days, but first I was having a little meeting with the principal so he could show me around first.

~Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I hummed along under my breath as I walked down the street hands in my jacket pockets as I walked, bobbing my head a little to the beat of the music as it played in my ears blocking out the sounds of the city around me.

Taking in the sights around me cause I haven't actually stopped to take the time too really look at everything, all I really knew what this was Brooklyn, a little run down but still in its own way beautiful, graffiti here and there on the sides of buildings, a few old looking stores, people going about there day, and well a few shady people lurking around alleyways, but I knew better then to look at them so I didn't.

But the people here had spirit for sure, I could here the mix of New York/ Brooklyn slang, home cooked meals being made, the sounds of people taking even over the sound of music in my ears, the mix of American and Latin culture being thrown around with Spanish too, a language I didn't quite understand but was still beautiful nonetheless, the beautiful blends of skin tones ranging from dark mahogany skin to light skinned brown with a few pale skin tones and tanned.

~Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I stopped at a crossing as I pulled a hand from my pocket to press the button on the pole to the traffic lights before stuffing it back in my pocket, waiting for the red light to turn green.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games, so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

Once the light turned green I walked across the crossing with a few others, dodging out of the way of people almost brushing against me cause they weren't looking where they were going and I did not want them touching me.

Personal preference really, I wasn't overly fond of being touched. Never been an overly touchy person either, hug's definitely weren't my thing unless I was close enough to you to be comfortable hugging you. Then again it took me nearly four to five years being comfortable to hug my own friends back home. But like I said it was personal preference.

I kept walking feeling glad I had gone with my Auntie when she had first signed me up for my new school, and that new school was brooklyns Visions Academy I was lucky enough to get into. I know you've got to be well really smart to get in and I wasn't exactly the smartest, but they started up an art program I managed to get a scholarship for to be able to join the school I think so far I was one part of the first ten students to get the art program school.

But most of all I was glad I went with her on that car ride to the school because I was so anxious and paranoid I was gonna forget the way to school, that I had before hand set up the directions on my phone incase I did forget the way there, or maybe I was just overthinking making myself anxious and paranoid.

And I had tried my hardest to memorise the way there and back home too....yeah I'm definitely just overthinking again, a very bad habit of mine I couldn't shake off.

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come on~

I walked down two more streets before turning a corner and spotting the school up a head with students lingering outside or making there way into the school as I walked up to it.

I took a deep breath in and tried to shake off my social anxiety as I got nearer to the stairs leading up to the school.

"That's a lot of people outside" I muttered to myself, but I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the lingering feeling of anxiety prickly at my skin.

I made it up to the stairs of the school and walking up them and passed people as I walked through the school doors ignoring there stares, and if there where whispers I was glad I couldn't hear them over the music in my ears blocking out all noise, forcing myself to focus on the music then the stares burning themselves into my back as I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket.

~first it's her neck, yeah then her back, yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that, girl I perform for ya, like a porno star, 'til you had enough, then I just need a little bit more~

I was lost in thought and the music playing its up beat tune in my ears a much needed distraction from my anxiety as I hummed along lowly under my breath as I looked down at my feet as I shuffled down the schools hallway to the principals office, having memorised the way there the first time I was here.

Weaving through people and trying my damn hardest not to bump into anyone, or get in anyone's way as I slid past a group of people just standing in the hallway talking to each other, a group of girls not really caring they where in the way of others getting to there lockers and trying there hardest to balance books in there arms as they headed to class a little early .

And seeing as I wasn't looking up or paying much attention being to busy daydreaming as I weaved through and around people, I manged to walk into someone, bumping into a hard chest.

'Good job (Y\L), did the one thing you were literally trying not to do'

And I winched in embrassment as I pulled away tugging an earbud from my ear and shoving it in my pocket "Shit I'm so sorry" I apologised to the person infront of me I had just walked into.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games), so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come see what i mean~

I glanced up to see who I bumped into, another apology on my tongue, but it died when I got a look at the guy infront of me, but that felt wrong to call him a guy or even a boy, cause he looked like a man and held himself like one too, like someone who had to grow up just a little to fast making him so much more mature for his age then others.

He had dark skin but not to dark skin it was like the perfect mix between milk chocolate and dark chocolate somewhere just in between, he had barely noticeable freckles I could only just see being so close to him dotting his nose bridge and cheeks, his features where soft yet sharp in some places making him look more mature then he should for his age but he still had that soft boyish look under the stoic expression on his face, his lips looked soft and plump if not just a tiny bit chapped.

His hair which looked like he had 4B textured hair in dense coils was braided back, in two braids down the back of his head and only just brushing past his shoulders, a hairstyle that suited him but I could tell by the way his hair was just slightly frizzy and looking like his hair may have grown out just a bit, he was in need of a touch up.

he was taller then me thats for sure, I was 5ft6 and he looked around 6ft something and towered over me so I really had to tilt my head back to look at him, sure I wasn't exactly tall, but it was clear he got his tall genes from maybe his father? Or even his mother, but I wouldn't know, this was literally the first time I'd ever met him.

But what really got my attention was his eyes, they were a Hazel colour with hints of green in them but one eye his left had more green in it then the other did, but it was very subtle unless you where up close to him. His eyes reminded me of a forest the brown of the tree trunks with the green of the leaves or even moss, reminding me a little bit of home.

And for a moment I felt just a little ping of something I couldn't identify, maybe homesickness? Or maybe just missing the vast green of the forests, mountains and trees I was used to seeing. Compared to the concrete jungle that was NYC so vastly different.

He had on the Visions Academy uniform, his tie was hanging loosely from his neck like he just loosened it or just didn't bother to really out it on properly, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up to his elbows his school jacket nowhere in sight probably in his bag or even in his dorm, the dark navy blue trousers that went with the uniform fitting him quite well too.

Expect his shoes were Nike airs purple and white with black accents, that well made him stand out a little. But even then his school uniform didn't hide the fact he was lean, not just hard muscle, not lean enough to show he was always busy physically in the way of going to the gym or even maybe another kind of activity just as physical for him to keep his figure just right, not to much muscle, but not quite just skinny being just bones and all, it was a perfect balance in between the both of them.

"It's aight ma, don't sweat it" he said, his voice was deep but not to deep, and the way his words rolled off his tongue like honey and a hint of an accent I couldn't really place at the moment with music still playing in my ear, and the noise of students walking around us.

He had a hand on my waist having set it there when I had bumped into him, a reflex probably to make sure either he didn't fall over or to make sure I didn't ass over either.

His hand on the bare skin of my waist peeking out just under my crop top, his hands felt rough calloused just enough so it was clear he did hands on physical work but not to rough to the point it felt like the skin on his palms were gonna scratch my skin, it was a strangely pleasant feeling feeling the rough skin on my own.

And for a moment that threw me off, I hadn't ever liked someone's touch before, not even my own mothers. So for the fact I didn't mind his touch, that this feeling wasn't like the usual feeling I got when someone touched me. That it didn't feel like my skin was crawling and making me physically uncomfortable....was strange, so very, very strange to me.

I blinked a little in surprise, 'Ma? Well that's a new one' I thought to myself before I shook it off and cleared my throat stepping back away from him shoving my hands back in my pockets.

"Sorry again, I should have paid more attention" I said to the mystery man in front of me with a small awkwardly apologetic smile.

'Jesus I feel fucking awkward as hell right now, get a grip (Y/N) stop being a little bitch'

"Mm, ain't nothin' ma, just look where you goin' next time" He sounding almost a little amused, but if he was I couldn't tell over the rising anxiousness and awkwardness as he looked down at me as he seemingly shurgged off the situation, his hand fell from my waist dropping back to his side.

"Uh yeah, I'll remember that" I said a little awkwardly cause well I wasn't a people person and clearly didn't get out much to be standing here trying to have a normal conversation.

"Well I better get going, have a good day, and sorry again for bumping into you" I said to him automatically falling into a more polite tone, one that had been drilled into me for years back home by my parents, family and everyone I basically knew.To always been polite unless given a reason not to be polite to them, just like I was told to be respectful, until they didn't have the right to earn such respect for me if they couldn't give it back in return.

AI stepped away with a small smile and a nod to the man I bumped into as I started to walk away.

"See you 'round ma" he called out to me as he watched me leave, as I continued to walk down the hallway to the principals office, taking my earbuds from my pocket and shoving it back in my ear as I walked just a little faster away from him, feeling so goddamned embarrassed and awkward.

(Miles's POV)

Miles watched as the girl who had bumped onto him apologised one last time so politely making him almost, almost crack a genuine smile for the first time in along while, even told him to have a good day before she left and he couldn't help but be amused by that.

And a small smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her walk away, his eyes trailing over her from her hair clearly damp from a shower clipped back messily to the clothes she wore.

Black varsity jacket with red accents on the collar and chuffs of the sleeves, black cargos that hugged her lower body just right, he paused for a moment to look at her ass, as she walked, and yeah those cargo's definitely hugged her just right.

She had an accent too, one he didn't recognise, but it sounded like a mix of two completely different accents that seemed to blend so easily together when she spoke, her voice wasn't like the other girls voices in this school.

Coming out a tad soft and like honey when words fell from her pierced lips and slightly high pitched from embarrassment and being a tad awkward.

But what he noticed the most was how when she spoke her two uniquely blended accents just come out more pronounced with certain words as she spoke, sometimes sounding more like the other the blended together.

But it was clear she wasn't from Brooklyn not with that accent and the way she acted either, but the biggest give away was how jetlagged she still looked, along with her features that looked unique, unique in the way that showed where ever she was from she was a perfect blend of two cultures, and that was enough for him to know she was new to his city.

She was also not bad looking either, she had pretty (E/C) eyes, a pretty little body too softly curved in the right places. He remembered too how soft her skin felt against his rough palm, the tingling feeling it left behind on his palm from were his hand had been on her waist.and unconsciously he clenched and unclenched the hand that had touched her soft skin.

But he also remembered the smell of her perfume once he got a whif of it when she had been just inches from him, it smelt like vanilla and something softer, something sweet kinda like marshmallows. it wasnt strong like most perfumes that stung his nose and over powering his nose with the harsh smell of someone drowning themselves in there perfume. it was soft and subtle, Not over powering the soft scent of coconut sticking to her skin mixing in so well with the vanilla.

Miles turned around and walked off to his Spanish class his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder "Interesting" he muttered to himself under his breath as he kept walking, a barely visible smirk on his lips as he walked shoving his hands in his pockets, as he lazily strolled to class.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Next chapter

Hope you enjoyed that let me know of there's any spelling mistakes 🙃

Translations: qué me estás haciendo = What are you doing to me?

ka tohe koe i tenei reiti = Your gonna be late at this rate

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #miles g morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #prowler miles #Spotify

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marsssbarrrr · 1 year

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League of Villians Boys x All-Mights Daughter Reader Headcannons

yes i thought of these while rewatching season 6 shhhhh

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Shigaraki

the two of you absolutely met while he was trying to kill you

he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night and had you against the wall, four fingers on your face

you caught him off-guard when you smiled

“do it.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. do it. got nothing left to live for anyways.”

he just kinda recruited you after that

you’re quirkless but you’re good with all that techy shit

you’re able to hack into UA’s defenses and get them info that wouldn’t be available to them otherwise

he just kinda falls for you at some point

and you always kinda liked him

things move pretty slow, but he’s very possessive

you don’t realize this until about a month in

you were walking late at night when a group of guys tried to jump you

he was watching you and dusted them before you could even get a word in

bottom line, he loves you and he would do anything if it means protecting you from scumbags and heroes

anything.

Dabi

you met when you were kids

your dad was unintentionally neglectful, and he’d dragged you to some hero convention

endeavor dragged touya too

you were roughly 16, he was 17

you snuck off with him onto some secluded balcony to smoke some weed and you both just sat there

maybe you vented to each other, maybe you sat in silence

one thing stays the same though: neither of you were your father’s successors anymore, neither of you the star pupils

when he went missing, you really didn’t think anything of it. you weren’t close, but you still hoped he’d be okay

you met again years later, 21 and 22

a league member and the number one hero’s daughter

he found you in a subway, you were on your way home from a college class

when you got together, he kept you secret from the league

toga could absolutely tell something was up though

the league ended up on the run after a while, touya was always out trying to recruit people

that’s what the league thought anyway

in reality, he spent a majority of his time with you

after a while, after all for one took over shigaraki’s body, you touya didn’t visit anymore

you you found them during spinner’s very moving speech

everyone’s heads whipped toward you.

shit, all might’s daughter. they were screwed

“what’re you doing here, doll face?”

“making sure you aren’t dead.”

everyone was mildly confused and felt a little betrayed at first

eventually, they accepted you

but only after you killed that eavesdropping hero

dabi isn’t exactly possessive, per say

he just wants you safe

he knows what it’s like to have someone be overbearing, after all

he loves you, you love him

secretly, he loves that he corrupted the former number one hero’s daughter

what a slap in the face to society, right?

Compress

he saved your ass from being mugged

absolutely he did you can’t change my mind

you admired him for a while after that

your dad was confused when you became more closed off, but he didn’t really have the time to worry

he was more focused on deku. always was

neglectful parents, am i right?

compress saw how much it hurt and comforted you

you left to join the league and be with him

they accepted you with open arms

compress is all about PDA

he holds your hand, hugs you, peppers your face with kisses

when bakugo was kidnapped, he yelled at you specifically

how the hell could the number one hero’s daughter betray society like that?

compress held you that night

he’s just so doting

he steals you expensive things, usually jewelry

he just wants his princess to have everything she deserves

one night, up on the roof of that run-down shack the league was holed up in, i press found you

“what’s wrong, love?”

“…my dad. he reached out.”

you’d been gone for months

he’d only just realized you were gone

what a stand-up father.

compress sat beside you all night up on that roof

he just wants his girl to be alright

Spinner

you were the first person to look at him like he was just any other person

because of his past, that hit him hard

he was hooked fast

you weren’t willing to leave and join the league

but you bonded over your fondness for stain’s ideology

you’d both experienced first-hand how fucked society was, after all

he’s not big on pda, but in private?

he’s all over you

he hugs you from behind while you’re cooking, holds you close to him while watching things on the tv

“that smells amazing, hon.”

“i know, it’s your favorite.”

you love the shit out of him

you hold him when he’s going through touch shit, and he does the same

it hit you hard when he stopped coming around

they were on the run, not much you could do about that

still hurt, though

he somehow still finds the time to leave you gifts and notes while you’re sleeping

he can never bring himself to wake you

after all this time, even after being evacuated to UA, you still love the stupid fucker

no matter how much time you spend apart

#my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #dabi x reader #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #spinner x reader #compress x reader #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction

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mimastuff · 10 months

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Can we get headcannons on how the turtle bois will react to finding their S/O died

(Let’s make it more angsty they never got the “I love you” words)

Thank you for this !! Ngl I almost cried while making this lol , anyways enjoy !

The last breath

TW:very angstyyyy , reader dies, swears,tears,stabbing,panic attacks

Contains: Donnie x dead!reader Raphael x dead!reader and Leo x dead!reader.

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Donatello 💜

TW: angst, reader dying, swearing, tears , blood

- you two were fighting against the foot clan

- You were doing pretty well to be honest it seemed like the training had payed off

- You were kicking butt !

- Donnie seemed delighted that his partner is learning

- It felt like they were coming from all places at once

- You would turn around and the foot would be there

- it was all too much for you to handle

- After all this was your first mission

- Although Donnie was hesitant about letting you do this with him a hope filled him

- That maybe this was not the last one you guys would be doing together

- Obviously he hoped they you end up beating the foot

- But he couldn’t help admiring his attractive partner fighting with him

- at this point you had gone into another room to kick more foot clan ass

- That’s when he felt it

- The sinking feeling of your panic button going off

- He soon ran to track your location

- He could hear your faint screams for him

- He felt his whole body burn

- Tears threatening to fall

- He found you.

- The mess that was in front of him was unreal

- He froze

- You face covered in bruises

- The way you sprawled out on the floor

- Donnie felt his knees colapse in front of you

- His hands started to shake

- He felt as though he had been stabbed in the heart

- The way you looked could be indescribable

- The look of pure fear plastered on your face

- The way that you were calling out to him to help

- He was too slow

- He killed you.

- Tears poring from his face he called his brother Leo

“This is Leo leave a message …. Beep” his shakes could be heard through walls. “ Leo please pick up. I need you right now” his voice cracked with every word as he sobbed into you. By now he had grabbed you and held your lifeless body. “Please , she’s dead. They - they killed her. It was my f-fault I killed her. I didn’t get there quick enough. God I’m so sorry Y/N. I loved you more than life itself. I loved the way you helped me through all my downs. You were so patient with me. Even when no one was. Not even my own brothers. And now you’re dead. Because I killed you. Because of me I will never be able to hear that sweet I love you any more. *he sobs even heavier*” “beep beep beep” the phone hung up. That was it. All he ever stayed alive for. All he loved was there dead in his arms. How could he had been so stupid ? He shouldn’t have ever let her out on a mission. They were so happy when he asked. The sparkle in their eyes could light up any sky of the darkest nights. It was his fault, it was all his fault. He pressed his panic button and heard his three brothers trail in the abandoned room. The screams of you replayed in his head as his brothers tor Donnie off of your dead body. His screams filled his brothers ears as your filled his own. He loved you more than you will ever know. And know all he had to show for it was your dead fucking body.

Leonardo 💙

TW: angst, during post krang, crying

- He was celebrating saving the world

- He was so happy to finally be with people he cared for

- He realised that his one true love wasn’t here with him

- They had tried to call you before hand but you wouldn’t pick up

- He assumed that you were a bit traumatised by the whole krang incident

- Oh how wrong he was

- he soon realised that you probably were busy and stopped texting you as well

- That was not until he heard the tv playing the news station

- The list of dead peoples names

- Your name.

- He froze and everyone looked shocked

- He saw Your picture flash up on the tv

- He fell to his knees in pain

- The one person he could go to

- Gone.

- Like that

- How could he be so stupid to leave you on your own during New York’s worst villain yet

- The tears pored down his face

- He began to scream and become out of breath

- Your voice ringed in his head

- no. You never said I love you to him since the krang

- he would never hear it again.

The next moments became one big blur. Leo was pretty sure he had passed out. All he felt were big hands carrying him. He assumed it was his big brother taking him to his room. He felt drained. His brothers voices were muffled as they tried to understand what had happened. What had gone wrong? He slowly fell asleep as Raphael tucked him into bed. He drifted off with every thought being you. You were his life. His muse. How will he live without your presence filling his now ever growing whole in his heart. The weeks after your passing got worse. His brothers would hardly see his brother. One week he would sleep too much. The next week no sleep at all. His brothers frequently heard a series of nightmares throughout the nights. He was lost.

Raphael ❤️

TW:angst,tears,mention of panic attacks, stabbing

- he fell to his knees

- He held you close as your lifeless body moved with his violent sobs

- Your dead body

- You. His only love.

- You were just walking on a date and he felt you cling onto him

- The sound of stabbing rung in his ears as you collapsed next to him

- Blood spewing from your back

- The guy who did it ran away before any one could chase him

- His hands were blood stained and face tear full

- His eyes were red from crying and his heart hurt

- Like it physically hurt

- He felt as though you were a rag doll with how limp you were

- As you died in his arms all you could hear was his loud sobs and tight hold

- His shaking body ached for life from you boy no luck

- His screams of pain and sadness blurred into one as his brothers soon pulled him off of you

The next few weeks were horrible. He wanted to hold you , tell you be was sorry for not helping. You were his rock. You were his only source of comfort. The person he loved ever so much was now out of his life forever. All he dreamed of was your death. The touch of any of your clothes sent him into a panic attack as the memories of you and him came flooding back. He couldn’t bring himself to go around your apartment and pick out your stuff. He couldn’t do it. The smell of you lingered in his room and it pained him. He loved you more than you could ever know. The way you played with his bandana. The way that you held him even though he was too fearful of his spikes hurting you. You in fact could not care less about his spikes. You just wanted to show your love to him. He wanted to show you that too. And how he wished he would have done it more often. He knew he would never be the same with out you. He soon realised he would never hear your sweet voice again. The sound of your I love you’s became a blur. Wait. You never said that you loved him that same day. He would never get to hear that again. He broke down again. How could he ever live the same again?

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I’m not crying , you are 😖😭

Also I didn’t do mikey as i have already done him many times ! I felt he probably needs a break lol

I hope you enjoyed this :D

Have a lovely day or night ❤️❤️

#rise donnie x reader confession #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt angst #angst #rottmnt x you #raphael x reader #leonardo x reader

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succubusmunson · 2 years

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maybe also steddie x reader shower sex pretty please

I’m apologizing now for how shitty this is

warnings: smut (minors DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)

The water ran down your back after a long day at work and you’ve never felt more relaxed or at peace. That was, until you heard your two idiot boyfriends stumble their way into the bathroom.

“Showering alone doesn’t seem fun, sweetheart.” You barely heard Eddie over the running water. When you turned your head to look through the shower curtain, both he and Steve were stripping their clothes off.

Steve was the first to step in, pulling the door to the side and slotting his body right next to your body. “Plus, we save money when we all shower together.” When Eddie stepped in behind Steve, it pushed the three of you closer together. The shower wasn’t that big enough. “Eddie, your hair is tickling me, man.”

What was once a relaxing shower soon turned into Steve and Eddie arguing over who got to stand under the water longer. Even though it was funny, you just wanted to cool off after work. They must have noticed the look of annoyance on your face and they immediately started to apologize.

“Shit, sweetheart, we’re sorry.” Eddie cupped your wet cheeks and rubbed his thumb over them while Steve hugged you from behind, his thumb tracing over your stomach.

Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head and pulled you closer to him, his hard cock very evident and pressing into your back. “Is there anything we can do to make it up?”

“Yeah, we’ll do anything.”

Nothing had even happened yet, and somehow you were already putty in their stupid hands. How did they have this much of an effect on you?

“I can think of a few things..” your voice trailed off as both boys began to sink to their knees. Eddie was kissing down the front of your stomach and Steve doing the same back to your back and thighs. Your heart began to speed up the closer they got to between your thighs and you could practically feel your pulse in your clit.

Both of their roughed hands spread your thighs farther apart, enough to fit both of them between them. Steve pressed a hand on your lower back and bent you over a little, Eddie’s wet hair pressed into your stomach. This was a new position so far and you were loving it.

Not a word was said between the two boys as they quickly started to lick all over your pussy. Steve licks at your hole, teasing it with his soft tongue. Meanwhile, Eddie was already relentlessly attacking your clit. The feeling took you by surprise and you couldn’t hold in the gasps anymore.

Steve’s tongue darted inside of your dripping hole before pulling away and giving your ass cheeks a nice spank. “Doesn’t she taste so sweet, Eddie?” His lips ghosted over the globe of your ass and your body shuddered in pleasure.

Eddie was too busy to answer him. His lips being too preoccupied wrapped around your swollen clit and sucking on it. He hummed around you and you had to brace yourself against the shower wall.

Steve stood up behind you, wrapping an arm around your throat to help you press your back into his chest and teasing your pussy with your fingers. “Hope this is making up for us behind idiots.” His slender fingers slid into yours easily, the water and your wetness helping him.

“Oh, fuck.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over your whole body.

Steve’s fingers pumped in and out of you as Eddie’s tongue swirled over your clit. You felt Eddie blow against it and when you looked down, he was looking back up at you, a huge smirk plastered on your face. “You look so pretty from down here, baby.”

“She feels better from up here though.” Steve curled his fingers right against your g spot and your legs almost buckled. Luckily, Eddie held you up and they both just chuckled at you.

“You both feel so good.” Eddie’s tongue went back to work, licking at your clit before sliding in right beside Steve’s fingers. “Oh my god, please don’t fucking stop.”

The squelching sound was almost louder than the water and you could feel yourself clamping down on Eddie’s tongue and Steve’s fingers. You were getting closer and you could feel your legs start to shake more and your jaw going slack. “I-,” your words were coming out broken and you don’t know how much more you could take.

All it took was one more curl of Steve’s fingers and a swirl of Eddie’s tongue and you were a mess. You felt yourself gush over them and down your legs, mixing with the shower water.

“That’s a good girl, make a mess for us.” Steve was pumping his fingers so fast that they were making you shake even more.

Eddie was humming against you. He was slurping up all of your cum and not letting a drop go to waste.

“S-shit, shit.” You felt yourself finally relax into Steve’s arms as Eddie kissed his way back up your body. “You two are not only crazy, but you also really know how to apologize.”

Steve pulled his fingers from your pussy and you whined at the loss. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll finish this in the bedroom.”

Eddie picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and opening the shower door. “Don’t think we’re fully sorry yet.”

#steddie #steddie x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #poly!steddie

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ikeromantic · 6 months

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Alice in College pt 1

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2700 words. 1/6

On Being the New Kid and Other Horrors

Alice looked up at the soaring towers of Cradle College, her neck tilted back uncomfortably. They were impossibly tall, and looked needle thin. Pennants fluttered atop them, their colors too distant to determine against the steely gray of the sky. The clouds above were heavy with the threat of a coming storm. “Figures,” she sighed.

There was nothing for it but to go in. She knocked once at the large, wooden entry. A smaller door set into the giant gate swung open. “There you are.” The voice that came from the shadowed threshold was warm and gentle. A moment later, Alice had a face to go with the voice as a young, bespectacled man stepped out. “I’m Blanc Lapin. And you must be our new Alice.”

“Yes, Mr. Lapin.” Alice felt flustered under his rose-gold gaze. He was beautiful in an almost fragile way, with his pale hair and complexion, thin frame, and elegant hands. She found it hard not to stare, and when she did, iIt felt as if he saw right into her heart. His playful smile and wise eyes said they knew every thought she had as she climbed the steps to meet him.

“Please, call me Blanc.” He took her hands in his and gently squeezed them. “Welcome to Cradle.”

Alice let herself be led inside.

The courtyard was old, overgrown with thick, verdant vines. Ivy and roses over crumbling statues, arches, and stone walls. She didn’t have time to really look at any of it as Blanc set a fast pace. He opened the door for her and shepherded her into the entry hall. Alice had just enough time to gawp at the floating crystal chandelier above them before she was herded into another room.

“Here we are.” Blanc came to a sudden stop, and Alice nearly collided with him. “You’ve arrived just in time for afternoon tea.” He smiled at her wistfully. “Go ahead and grab a tray. You’ll find the food here is quite good. I recommend the carrot cake.”

“The . . . carrot cake?” Alice blinked at him.

“Yes. Though the strawberry and caramel creme are also very good.”

“Stop flirting with the new kid. Nobody wants to see that.” A child’s high-pitched voice interrupted before Alice could say anything else.

She turned to see a small boy with a ridiculous top hat marching toward them. His green jacket and matching bowtie were pressed and formal and far fancier than the simple blue dress and white pinafore Alice wore. The boy looked much too young for college, she thought.

“Oliver, did you come to introduce yourself?” Blanc smiled at him with the same gentle expression he’d show Alice.

“No.” Oliver crossed his arms.

Alice wasn’t sure how to react, but Blanc was giving her an encouraging look so she took a breath and held out her hand. “Hi, Oliver. I’m Alice. It’s, um, nice to meet you?” She hadn’t meant it to sound like a question but his frown and lowered brows made her uncertain it was nice.

“Wonderful.” Blanc put his gloved hands together. “I’m afraid I have somewhere else to be, but it looks like you’re getting along just fine.” He gave Alice one last smile and then left.

She stood there awkwardly, glancing between Blanc’ retreating form and Oliver’s bored expression.

“Ugh. Come on.” Oliver rolled his eyes and turned on his heel.

Alice reluctantly followed after. “So. You must be pretty smart to be in college already, hm? What are you studying?”

“Don’t patronize me. I’m not some stupid kid.”

“Oh. Ok. I - I didn’t mean to?” She took a breath. Clearly the kid was touchy about his age. She didn’t try to make any more small talk as he led her to the snack table. There were pastries, savory and sweet, and a large samovar full of hot tea.

“Metaphysics.”

Alice was just reaching for a plate when Oliver spoke, and nearly dropped it in surprise.

He reached out, grabbing her hand to stabilize the plate. “Great. You’re clumsy too.” Oliver sighed. “Anyway, get what you want and then find somewhere to sit.” He let go of her and turned to go.

“Thanks?”

“Just try not to drop anything.” He took a step and then paused. “You can sit by us, if you want. Not that I care.” And with that, he left her alone.

Alice frowned after him for a moment. “No thanks,” she murmured. She didn’t think she could handle any more kid-sass. Not today anyway. She filled her plate, grabbed a mug of tea, and found an empty table.

The cafeteria looked like it was meant to house a lot more students than it currently did. Large, round wooden tables dotted the room, with six chairs at each. Only a few were occupied. No one looked over at her arrival, which was fine. It wasn’t her first time being ‘the new kid’ and it would take time to get to know people.

She picked up a strawberry pastry and took a bite. It was quite good. As good as anything the sweets shop she worked at in London might make. Alice finally started to relax as she sat there, sipping tea and people watching. Despite the magical nature of Cradle, the students here really weren’t that different than -

“You look so beautiful when you’re enjoying yourself.”

The voice caught Alice offguard and she spilt her tea on her skirt as she made a slight jump and turned towards it. Her eyes were met by a pair of wide, grey-blue eyes and a bright, friendly smile.

“Sorry, did I startle you princess?” He didn’t look sorry at all as he gave her a mischievous wink. “Here, let me help you with that. It’s my fault, afterall.” And then he knelt, leaning into her lap to dab at the spot of tea on her pinafore.

Alice felt completely tongue-tied, her face going instantly hot from the sudden, unexpected familiarity. She took a moment to find her voice again, though it was a little squeakier than she liked. “Who - who are you? What are you doing?”

He laughed warmly and tilted his head to look up at her. “Ah, there I go, jumping right in without even introducing myself. I’m Dalim, and it’s really a pleasure to meet you, Alice.”

She blinked at him uncertainly. He at least looked like he meant it, even if he was entirely too close for someone she just met. His hand was still resting on her leg beside the stain. “N-nice to meet you too. But. Could you . . .”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry about that. I suppose I just got a little carried away. I feel bad I just met you and already made a mess.” He drew his hand back slowly, the warmth of his palm stroking her through her skirt.

Alice wasn’t sure how to respond. People were just not this forward where she was from.

“You’re really freaking her out, Dalim. You should give it a rest. Don’t you have enough girlfriends already?” Another interruption, welcome this time.

She turned her head to see a pink-haired youth a step behind her chair. His shaggy bangs almost covered his oddly colored eyes, one scarlet and the other a tawny gold. He had on a hoodie with cat ears, and fitted t-shirt that said ‘Free Hugs’ in a bubbly yellow print.

He saw her looking at him and broke into a smile. “Hi Alice. I’m Loki. And I’m rescuing you from this guy, ok?”

“Ok?” Alice echoed him, which was apparently the wrong response because as soon as she spoke, Loki grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him toward the door.

“W-where are we- hey, what-” She tried to get her question out but before she managed, they were surrounded by a bright light and then she was standing someplace else entirely. The dining hall was gone, replaced by a small balcony on one of the school towers.

The wind here was cold and the rain felt like tiny needles on her exposed skin. She clutched the balcony railing, trying not to panic as the expanse of the school grounds spread out below her.

“This is one of my favorite places to escape to.” Loki’s lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and she felt his arms slide around her. “Here, you can lean against me if you’re cold.”

Alice gave him a withering look. She was tired of being teased and manhandled. “This is not a rescue. This is a kidnapping! I was perfectly fine. Enjoying pastries and some cute flirty guy. And now I’m freezing to death on a balcony while you try to - to -” She stopped her tirade as she saw his expression shift from glee to hurt.

“Sorry,” he muttered, his lips forming a perfect little pout.

She took a breath and got control of herself. “Look. Loki. It’s fine. I’m just really cold out here. And I wasn’t expecting this. Plus, I don’t know that I like being hugged when I’ve barely met someone.”

He considered for a moment and then nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait until we know each other better before I hug you again. Now come on. Let’s get out of the rain.”

Alice half feared he would magic them someplace else, but instead he turned around and opened a hidden door on the roof that led onto an upper floor of the school library. The walls here were lined with books from floor to ceiling. Magic crystal lamps hovered in the air over long tables, low-slung couches, and private reading booths.

After a moment, she located the ladder that led up to this level and clambered down. Her hands were so cold she had trouble holding on. Loki, on the other hand, looked none the worse for wear, other than being a little wet.

“This way,” he gestured for her to follow him through the maze of shelves and reading spots. Alice wasn’t sure she ought to trust him, but it was that or wander off on her own with no idea which direction to go.

Loki stopped at one of the private reading nooks, a big grin on his face. “Alice. Look,” he whispered.

She leaned forward to see what was in the nook and her eyes landed on a strange-looking man. He had dark hair and wore some sort of small, metal mask. His visible eye was closed in sleep, head resting on a huge, open tome. “Loki. He’s sleeping. Let’s leave him be.”

“Nah.” Loki gave her a wink and then pulled a feather from thin air. He reached forward to tickle the sleeping man’s nose.

Alice grabbed at the feather, but missed as he pulled it out of reach. She swiped at it again as he wiggled it toward the peaceful face of the sleeper. As Loki yanked it away again, she lost her balance and tumbled straight onto the man.

He didn’t yell or jerk awake. His eye opened quickly though, and slid to the side, taking in the woman now draped on top of him. In a strained, quiet voice he spoke. “Could you. Please. Get off of me?”

“Sorry. I - I fell. And. Um.” She pulled back and stood straight, flushed to the roots of her hair with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to. You see. Loki - he -” she pointed to him and found the spot empty. In fact, the little pink-haired trouble maker was nowhere in sight.

“He got away.” The man sat up and ran a hand over his hair, trying to pat it into shape. He was failing spectacularly, as clumps stood straight up on the side that had been pressed to the book. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “He does this sort of thing.” He gave up on his hair and held out a hand. “I’m Harr.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Harr. I’m Alice.” She shook his hand. “Sorry I woke you like that.” She couldn’t help but notice he was blushing and wouldn’t meet her gaze.

“Not your fault.” He took a breath. “Why are you soaking wet?” At her long-suffering sigh, he smiled. “Ah. Loki. Right. Well. Do you know where your room is? You should probably change out of those wet things.”

Alice shook her head. “I assume Blanc - Mr. Lapin - was going to show me, but, I think I’ve lost him completely.”

Harr stood. He was, she realized, very tall. Was he a teacher? A senior? She couldn’t say. “Let me show you.” He rummaged in his bag and took out a plain black notebook. He handed it to her. “This has a map of the school and another of the grounds. And you can take notes in it.”

“Oh, umm. Thank you. You really don’t need to -”

“I don’t need it. And you do.” He smiled and it was the first time he really looked directly at her. It was such a nice smile that she felt almost stunned by it’s sudden appearance. Then it was gone and he was walking away, his long legs taking him further from her with every step. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder.

She clutched her new notebook in hand and hurried after him, happy for a guide, even one as shy and mysterious as Harr. In fact, she was watching him so intently that she didn’t see the student about to step into her path until the moment they collided.

“You idiot! Watch where you’re going!” The dark figure she’d run into nearly spat the words as they stood up and straightened their clothes. Black hooded shirt, dark pants. Purple scarf. A strand of pale hair, and a pair of furious amber eyes. He bent down to pick up his books.

“I am so sorry! It was my fault entirely.” She set her notebook down to help him collect his things. It was a pretty big stack of books, notebooks, and loose paper. Tight, scrawling cursive covered nearly every page in tiny, chaotic lines of text.

“It was absolutely your fault.” He paused to get a good look at her. “You’re the new Alice.” He said the words with even more venom, surprising her into dropping what she’d picked up.

“Yeah. Sorry about that too, I guess,” she snapped.

He bent and picked up the rest of his things, snagging her notebook as well. “You should be.”

“Right. Hey - that’s mine though!”

He glanced down as she snagged the black notebook from his hand.

“Alice?” Harr had stopped a few meters ahead and turned back to check on her. His eyes widened. “Amon?”

The rude guy - Amon - frowned fiercely before hurrying away. He didn’t say anything as he left, but he did spare her one final glare before turning into another doorway.

“Who was that,” she asked Harr as she hurried to catch up to him again.

“Amon Jabberwok.” Harr paused before he went on. “You should be careful around him.”

“Why?” Alice tried for more information, but Harr clammed up and said little else as he practically jogged down the hall and down some stairs.

Alice was doubly glad she had a guide when she realized how ridiculously tangled the halls and stairways of the school were. Even with a map, she knew it would have taken her awhile to find her room.

“Your bags should be inside already.” Harr finally spoke up again. “When you’re cleaned up, you should speak to Dean and Blanc about your class schedule.” He gave her a nod and then turned to go.

“Wait!”

He stopped. “Did you need something else?”

“No. Just. Thanks. For the help and the - the notebook.”

Harr nodded. “You’ll need it. And . . . if you . . . have questions, I’ll be around.”

“I appreciate that. I’ll see you then.” And with that, she was alone. Alice opened her door and stepped into the quiet room. Her’s, until the end of the school year. It was pretty nice. Light blue curtains framed a window with a view on the courtyard, and her bed had a nice heavy quilt to chase away the winter chill. There was a small fireplace too, though the flames that danced inside were no normal fire. They threw a light purple glow over the room as they flickered between shades of white and violet.

Peace. And warm, dry clothes. Alice took a breath, realizing that college here was going to be nothing like London. Nothing at all.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev au #ikerev blanc #ikerev Oliver #ikerev Dalim #ikerev Loki #ikerev Harr

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Oh it's aro week ! Here's a short Off Colors drabble for the occasion feat. Leo and April

April watched the credits rolling up the screen of her TV. Leo sat on the bed with her, his shell pressed against the wall and her legs rested over his, as usual on movie nights.

"So..." April broke the silence. "That was pretty good, right?"

"I guess?" He shrugged.

"You guess? What's wrong with it?"

"You know." He waved a hand. "Once again we have this intense adventure plot going on and there's some romance involved."

She sighed. "Leo, that doesn't make it bad."

"I know, I know." He tossed his hands up before crossing them and slouching down further in his seat. "It just has to come up every single time. And like, why? Do people really want romance in all their stories that badly?"

"I mean, yeah? Most people do, I guess." She climbed over Leo to reach the remote and turn the TV off. "Though I kind of get it. Like, why does it always have to be a guy and a girl. We need more girls falling in love with girls."

"No offense April, but I'd probably stick my tongue out at that too." As if to emphasize, he did it now.

April lightly kneed him in the stomach as she returned to her usual seat. "You don't have to complain about it that much."

"It's just... frustrating." He mumbled. "You say it's normal. Dad says it's normal. Hueso says it's normal. But I can't wrap my head around it."

She sank into her pillows and put her legs on his lap again. She took a moment to swallow her anger, after all Leo wasn't trying to be rude about it. He probably really didn't get it.

She tilted her head. "And you're certain it's not a find the right person situation?"

The turtle rolled his eyes and held one of his hoodie strings, swinging it around. "Well gee, how would I even know that? What other teenagers do I interact with besides you? Love you, by the way, but not like that."

"Good cause I don't like boys." She lifted a foot and used it to give his head a light shove.

He pushed her leg back down in an instant. "Dad keeps saying I'll get it when I'm older but he's been saying that for years. Like hello, I'm thirteen now. Doesn't it happen to most teenagers sooner than that?"

She shrugged. "I guess. But you're not exactly most teenagers either."

"Quick, google sexual maturity of red eared sliders."

She snorted at that, and was glad to see Leo crack a smile, but it didn't last.

Then, it gave her an idea.

"Actually, hang on." She climbed off her bed to grab her laptop off her desk. "I might have an idea."

"Are you actually going to google it?"

"No." She smiled and sat back down. "But you remember the whole thing with that flag on my pin board yeah?" She pointed to where it probably was behind her.

Leo nodded. "Yup, lesbian flag. Which you lied to me about at first and convinced me it was a country until my dad had to explain it."

She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at that old joke. "Right, well there's a lot of other flags out there. I did some brief reading on them and I think one might help explain some things." She pulled up her internet browser and began to type.

He moved his legs and crawled over to sit next to her. "You're telling me there's a flag for people who hate romance?"

"Not exactly that but..." April scrolled down the page, glancing at the various lines of colors until she finally saw the one she remembered. "There, that's the one!"

Leo leaned closer to the screen, studying the bars of green, white, grey and black. "Aromantic?"

"Yeah." She clicked on the hyperlink which brought up the full page. "People who feel little to no romantic attraction." With it loaded she slid the computer onto his lap to let him scroll and read for as long as he wanted.

Which turned out to be for a while. April felt awkward with the silence so she climbed off the bed and grabbed all the empty bags of snacks and soda cans. "You want some water?"

Her friend just let out a hum of acknowledgement that she took as a yes. She carried the trash to the kitchen and tossed it in the bin, passing by her mom in the living room.

"Movie done?" Her mom asked, watching her own TV.

"Yeah, just chatting for a bit."

"He can stay the night if he wants, but you both aren't staying up all night."

"I know." April sighed. It wasn't a school night–they never did movie nights on school nights–but her mom was still mad about three weeks ago when the pair of them accidentally stayed up talking until one in the morning.

She pulled a couple of water bottles out of the wrapped plastic next to the fridge and shuffled back to her room, replying to her mom's quick good night.

Leo was still on the laptop when she returned, though now laying on his stomach and staring at the screen like it held the secret to life, love, and everything.

April wouldn't interrupt. She set his bottle on the nightstand and opened her own, taking a few sips and settling back onto the mattress.

"So..." Leo finally spoke up. "Maybe it is normal? That I'm not into romance? If this is apparently enough of a thing to make a group name for it."

She smiled and lightly scraped her nails over his shell. "Yeah! You might be ace too."

"I assume you don't mean that in the sense of 'extremely cool.'"

She snorted and leaned across his back to use the touchpad. She scrolled down to the related links, clicking on asexual.

"Hm, not as crazy about that flag." Leonardo raised a brow. "Prefer the greens." He scanned the page for a second. "Wait, is there a difference between romantic and sexual attraction?"

"Yeah." April tapped her mouth with the lid of her bottle. "I mean, I don't personally get it but it makes sense? After all, ace people aren't sexually into people, at least not always, but they still fall in love?"

"Hmm, yeah I don't think I'm into any of that."

"Then in that case..." April, still laying on his back, scrolled down again and clicked on the aroace page.

"Huh? They have a different flag?"

She laughed. "There's a lot of those."

"I like this one though." She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "It has blue in it. And orange! Doesn't yours have orange?"

"Yeah!"

"We could match! Sort of!"

"Yeah!" She giggled, and Leo responded, and soon both of them were falling into a fit of laughter.

April rolled off him while catching her breath, and then took another sip of water.

Leo got up and grabbed his own bottle. "It's not weird for me to just go with that, right?" He tilted his head as he frowned. "I mean, what if Dad is right? Maybe I'm still not old enough or haven't meant the right person or something."

She shrugged. "You're allowed to change your mind, Leo. I mean, I thought I was bi until I realized my interest in guys was just me trying to match what the girls in class were doing. Helps that my mom has knowledge about this though, I guess."

She kicked her legs. "Anyway, point is, you can go with it and change your mind later."

He smiled and drank some water. "I almost hope I don't. What if our flags stop matching?"

April snorted and tossed an arm around his neck to pull him close. "I'm sure we can find something else to match."

Leo's smile became softer and he turned to pull her into a proper hug. "Thanks, Apes."

She returned it, though she wasn't entirely sure what he was thanking her for. Could be any number of things, and she chose not to ask.

"Of course, Lee."

#rottmnt #scribbly fics #off colors au #it's 10pm posting this anyway #imagine they just watched whatever movie you want

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Locked Up, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: hand job (m/m receiving), homosexual relationship, mentions of sex (MFM), manipulation, coercion, teasing, foreplay, angst, violence, mentions of blood/stabbing, medical scenarios

Jake stared longingly at the eccentric playboy who was sprawled out on the lower bunk. The lights had been off for an hour, and Jake had pushed himself off the top bunk and across the room to avoid being so close to his former lover.

But it only made Ransom more aggressive in his maneuvers.

“Jake…” he moaned softly, staring at the younger man. Jake whimpered as he watched Ransom fisting his cock, the angry red head seeping precum. Ransom was looking at him so needily, and it was driving him up a wall, “baby boy…come here and play with me…suck my dick, baby…let me fuck that pretty little bussy of yours. I know you miss me and Viv, baby boy. Know we gave you all the attention you ever wanted…didn’t we?”

“Hugh…”

“It’s Ransom,” he growled aggressively as his rhythm continued. Jake’s eyes flickered to Ransom’s cock once more and he felt himself practically drooling despite how he knew his former lover was distancing himself by not allowing Jake to call him by his first name, “come here, baby…I know that prude of a doctor isn’t letting you eat her out…no fucking way she’s let you between her thighs, has she? And I know how Hansen’s been holding out on you too! He hasn’t fucked you in a while…they’ve probably already forgotten about you and moved on like a happy little couple. Come back to me and Viv, baby.”

“Th-they just-“

“Don’t stand up for them,” Ransom growled at his cell mate. His hand fell away from his cock, and the hardened appendage thudded against his abdomen. He sat up and huffed at Jake, “me and Viv never held out on you, Jake…have we? We miss you…and we know that you miss us.”

“Wh-what about Ari?”

“What about Ari?” Ransom shrugged, leaning forward, “I’m talking about me and Viv, Jake.”

“A-Ari hates me…he-he made the two of you dump me when it was the four of us.”

“Ari is primal,” Ransom smiled, thinking about the third in their little triangle, “he doesn’t hate you…just give him a little time…let him cum in that sweet ass of yours…he just wants to be dominant…wants to make sure that you won’t take us away from him.”

“Y-you dumped me for Ari though,” Jake answered quickly, his own hurt rising up in his tone, “V-Viv dumped me for Ari. You dumped me for Ari. He was quick to prove just how much you guys would leave me like trash on the side of the road, because he said so. You guys both lef-“

Ransom crawled down off his bed and made his way to Jake on his hands and knees. Jake swallowed nervously as he watched his former lover’s form slinking his way towards him. His angry remarks dried up in his throat, “you’re an emophiliac, Jake…you mean to tell me you don’t want me and Viv loving up on you anymore? You don’t want us?”

“R-Ransom…”

“Prove it then. Let me make you feel good, Jake. Let me show you just how much you’re missing by being with that animal and that doctor and not us…and then tell me you don’t miss me…that you don’t miss Viv,” Ransom purred as he closed the distance between the two of them. A shiver ran down Jake’s spine as Ransom’s lips grazed over his. He reached forward and took Jake’s hand, and pulled it back to his own body before fisting his heavy cock, “make me feel good and let me show you what you’ve missed out on…I know all the spots to hit to have you purring like a kitten, Jake…don’t you miss that?”

“R-Ransom…please…”

Ransom leaned forward, his lips pressing against Jake’s once more. Jake whimpered, melting into the kiss as Ransom took control.

His hands reached forward while Jake started pumping Ransom’s cock, and he started stroking him over his jumpsuit.

“Come back to bed, baby…” Ransom urged as he broke the kiss.

Another whimper left Jake’s mouth as Ransom pulled away from him and sauntered back to the bed. Jake swallowed down his nervousness once more and nodded, standing up so that he could make his way to Ransom’s bunk.

“I-I don’t want you to break up with me again, Ransom…”

“We won’t, baby…we’ll talk about it all later…just let me make you feel good…yeah?”

“Jake…h-how could you?”

Jake frowned, his heart aching as he looked at you. You had tears streaming down your face. It hurt almost more than when Viv and Ransom had originally broken up with him because Ari told them to.

“I-I didn’t plan on it, I sw-“

“But with Ransom…what about me and Lloyd?”

“I-I don’t want to be with them, Lila,” he promised gently, trying to reach out to you, “I-it was a moment of weakness. I was just so lost beca-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said with a shake of your head as you cut him off, “I-I’ve been thinking about us for a while…maybe…maybe we weren’t supposed to be together. I mean, maybe this whole thing was just doomed from the start, and I was just living in a fantasy land.”

Jake felt his heart go to the pit of his stomach, “Wh-what?”

You wiped a few stray tears away from your face as you shook your head, “I-I’m breaking up with you and Lloyd…i-this is all too much, and I was stupid thinking that this would work out. You two are inmates in a prison…I-I can’t keep holding onto this fantasy that the two of you will be out…that we could be this happy little throuple…not when there’s no promises…not when I’m a doctor in the prison the two of you are in.��

“Baby…” Jake whimpered, his heart breaking at the words, “I-I-you can’t! I don’t want to be with anyone other than you and Lloyd! I-“

“Clearly you do,” you scoffed bitterly with another shake of your head, “you fucked Drysdale and Vivian…and you weren’t even the one that I heard it from. Lloyd heard about it because Ari was bragging in the showers to Gentry and Gentry started a fight with him…you-you put Lloyd in harm’s way because you can’t keep your hands to yourself Jake…y-you don’t respect our relationship enough.”

“And she’s trying to transfer me out of the cell block!” he spat, “they’re taking their cues from Ari. He rules our cell block and-“

“So you’re only telling me about this because of Ari Levinson?” you growled, “you’re going to throw all of this on his shoulders because you wanted to fuck your exes again and have some half-assed excuse?”

“No! NO!” he said quickly, his eyes going wide, “I-they-they told me that they didn’t want me and-“

“And you think you can just come crawling back to Lloyd and I….because what…they changed their minds…again?”

Jake felt like his throat was going dry the longer he tried to explain what had really happened. He knew that while there was no real way of telling you exactly what had transpired, and the mindset of his two manipulative exes, he wanted to try.

He needed to.

Because he was completely and utterly in love with Lloyd and yourself.

“I think you should leave, Jake,” you sniffled bitterly as you shook your head. You got up from your seat at your desk and walked around him, opening the door once more, “maybe you should come back and finish the updates whenever Sanjay is here…I-I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Lila…”

“Goodbye Jake…”

“Hold up there, Jensen…”

Jake looked away from the voice that was at the door, stopping him from leaving the cell block that he’d just been thrown onto, “W-warden Bodecker…I-uh, what can I help you with sir? Is there a problem with the int-”

“Got a few things to talk about with ya…first thing’s first. You’re going back to your old unit…so get your shit.” He said briskly. Jake’s eyes snapped up to that of the man in front of him. Warden Bodecker was staring him down. “Well go on, boy! Git!”

Jake nodded furiously and went towards his cell. One of the guards, Adams, followed behind him.

“Struck gold, didn’t ya, Jensen?” he teased as Jake loaded up all of his stuff into the mesh bag so that it would be easier to carry. His brow lifted and he turned to look over his shoulder.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Barnes looked like he was gonna shiv ya if I’m being honest,” he shrugged as he gestured back out to the day room, “he hasn’t stopped staring at ya since you were transferred to the unit…think the only thing keeping him away from you was the fact that he’s good with your little prison boyfriend and isn’t looking to go to war with Hansen over ya.”

“CO Adams…”

“Come on, kid…you know I’m teasing you,” the CO smiled as he leaned against the frame, “we all know about your…condition…that’s why Viv got roped in…isn’t it?”

Jake frowned. He stopped packing his belongings and looked at the normally friendly guard. While there wasn’t anything threatening in his demeanor, he knew just how quickly the attitude of a guard could change, “I-I don’t want any trouble, sir…”

“Warden’s gonna tell you about how he’s transferring you back to that block you just came from,” Adams admitted, “he’s transferring her out of it…found out she’s fucking more than just him.”

Jake’s eyes widened, “Viv is-“

“Yeah, kid,” Adams chuckled, his belly jiggling as he looked over his shoulder to keep an eye on the other inmates as though he was feeding Jake some good gossip, “once a week she goes up to Bodecker’s office and…let’s say…she works on a special assignment with him. Guess she’s been working on inmate relations with Drysdale and Levinson, as well as yourself…”

“Ye-yeah…Ransom was my boyfriend before-“

“Levinson stepped in,” he acknowledged, cutting the inmate off, “yeah, we all know, kid. Now you’ve gone and got yourself hooked on Hansen…mean son of a bitch…but he’s keepin ya protected. You’re smart in that respect.”

“I-I’m not with Lloyd for protection…” Jake sighed, shaking his head as he gathered his stuff and put it in his mesh bag, “I-I love Lloyd…and he loves me too…”

“Must be doing something for him,” he shrugged as he moved out of the way so that Jake could leave the cell, “he’s one nasty son of a bitch…”

“Well, he broke up with me….”

“And he’s still protectin’ ya?” Adams scoffed, “maybe it was just while you two were split on different blocks…lucky for you, you’re heading back to him, kid…”

“W-what about Viv? And Drysdale and Levinson?”

“Like I said, Wardens shoving me on that block with Magda…then he’ll probably be shoving his dick in Viv for the next two weeks while Drysdale and Levinson are in the shoe.”

“He-He’s throwing them in the shoe?”

“They’re fucking his dream girl!” he chuckled, patting Jensen on the shoulder, “come on…you know Bodecker’s a possessive bastard. He’ll find a reason, don’t you worry!”

“Wh-what about me?” Jake asked nervously, “I-I fucked Viv too!”

Adams scoffed, “you’re harmless, Jensen…plus you got your condition…the warden may be a jealous man, but you don’t got a vindictive bone in your body…he knows that. He’ll think that he can fuck the fight outta Viv, I suppose.”

“Yeah…” Jake sighed.

“Come on kid…let’s get you back to your boyfriend,” he chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Jensen’s arm, hooking him close to himself, “Hansen’s been starting fights left and right…swear if he wasn’t getting banged up so bad and being sent to medical every other day he’d be in the shoe too…”

“Lloyd’s been in medical a lot?”

“Yeah,” he grunted sadly, shaking his head, “maybe putting you back on the block will calm him down though. Every time I’m dragging Hansen to medical to doc looks like she’s gonna break down into hysterics. But that sweet little thing hates seeing any of ya’ll banged up.”

“Thank you for getting the inventory counts done today, Lila…this is going to make the day so much easier for me!” Sanjay smiled with a satisfied sigh, “now all I have to do is my ordering for the month and we’ll be set!”

“Do you need me to do anything else before I clock out for the weekend?”

“I’m good…thank you again.”

“Glad I could help,” you offered sweetly, “today has been really quiet, so-“

“Code orange. Stabbing victim! Medical respond!”

Your eyes went wide as Sanjay reached for the walkie talking, “Medical responding. Stabbing victim status?”

“Inbound!”

You and Dr. Sanjay made your way back to the main area of medical and he started to get the bed set up. Meanwhile you ran to the door. Throwing it open, you saw Adams and Magda carrying a barely coherent Jake.

Your heart lurched in your chest. It felt like your throat was closing up as you saw blood dripping from the back of his jumpsuit.

He was already pale and it looked like he’d lost a decent amount of blood.

“What happened?”

“Just after counts finished!” Magda answered as he rushed past you, “they were all free in the day room when Jensen got stabbed twice in the side. All of them were on each other like animals before we caught wind that Jensen was injured!”

Jake,” you whimpered, caressing his face. Your heart wrenched as you felt the clamminess of his pale face, “h-how long as he been like this?”

Magda shrugged as he and Adams put Jake on his side and Sanjay began cutting away at the jumpsuit. You held your breath as the toothbrush shiv was sticking out of him.

“Lila, focus on placing an IV and grab four units of inmate Jensen’s blood type!” Dr. Sanjay said quickly. You nodded, rushing towards the blood storage and to the cabinet to get the equipment ready to run a line while he assessed Jake’s injuries, “Inmate Jensen…can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

“Angel,” Jake smiled, reaching out to you. The men brushed his comment off as you ran an IV and started blood transfusions, “angel, come back!”

“He’s delirious!” Magda scoffed.

“He’s lost a lot of blood!” you said defensively, “Dr. Sanjay…the weapon?”

“Right!” he nodded, “men…we’ll need you to clear out. We’re going to have to prep Jensen for surgery. Lila, anesthesia. Now!”

“Yes, doctor!”

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Can't Love You In The Dark (Part III) || Doctor Strange x F!Reader.

Word count: 8K Genre: Light Angst. Happy Ending. Warning: SHORT SEX SCENE. 18+ Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else

A/N:I finally finished this and finally getting it out of my WIPs. It was so hard to write this and idek cekjns. My mushy brain has done it's best.

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“Hi.” Stephen greeted you with kind eyes and a longing expression on his face.

“Hi, Stephen.” You greeted him back with a soft voice, your smile never fading. There was no bitterness or hard tones, your voice felt like the summer breeze on a warm spring day. The little boy stared at Stephen with his blue-green eyes and clung to your neck with his arms.

“It’s really nice to see you.” He chuckled and couldn’t take his eyes off your features, you looked the same but different.

“It’s really nice to see you too.” You smiled, dropping your gaze and looking back up at him, “How have you been, Stephen?”

“I’ve been missing you so much, every single day.”

You nodded and let out a nervous chuckle, “This is Finn, by the way.”

Stephen turned his eyes towards the boy, "Nice to meet you, Finn.”

In the back of his head, Stephen was doing the maths, he was searching for the probabilities that the child you were holding could be his. He had to be, Stephen could feel it in his veins. Stephen held up his finger, in which the child wrapped his little hands around, and Stephen shook it, “What a polite young man– I didn’t know you were back.”

“Yeah, I have been back for a week, I was planning to come and see you tomorrow, but it seems like the universe had the same plan.” You chuckled and pressed your lips together.

Stephen nodded, "Yeah, that must be.”

“Yo (Y/N)! I got food, let’s go.” Jean called out to you, holding a tray of hot food from outside of the rink. You turned your head and looked at Stephen.

“Coming!” You replied, “I’ll visit you in the Sanctum tomorrow, see you, Stephen.” You flashed Stephen another smile before turning to leave towards the other guy.

•••

2 years ago

You arrived at a small cottage in Switzerland where you were lucky enough to be able to rent for a year from your friend. It was located in the small town of Engelberg near the mountains where you plan to work at a ski resort when winter arrives. For now, you will work in an old friend's bakery. You've always fantasised living a cottage life, with your own garden and crops, it's simple and therapeutic.

It was a huge step down from being the Director of Orthopaedics back in Metro General Hospital back in New York.

You started your new life by rearranging the furniture to your liking. Placing the photo frames you brought with you on the shelves. You were blasting your favourite music using your bluetooth speaker while you cleaned with the windows open; to allow the cool breeze to circulate around the home. The next door neighbours were at least one or two kilometres away from you, so loud music was the least of your worries.

You hummed to Sam Smith's 'How do you sleep?' When the knock you've been expecting finally sounded through your door. You set the broom against the wall and found two of your old friends standing at the door.

Zara screamed as soon as you opened the door and almost tackled you on the floor, "I can't believe that you're here! We haven't seen you in person since our honeymoon in New York! I missed you!"

Jean cleared his throat, "Hi (Y/N), welcome to Engelberg." He smiled warmly and joined the hug.

Jean and Zara were exchange students you met in college and have been in contact with ever since. They were also invited to your wedding but because they had a business to run, they couldn't leave it behind.

"I'm sorry for what happened– Ow!" Jean massaged his arm where Zara elbowed him pretty hard.

"We will not mention anything about that! She came here to heal." The pretty cherry blonde girl squeezed your arms. You chuckled and waved your hand dismissively.

"It's fine. It is what it is."

Zara pressed her lips together, "Well, I hope you like my granny's old cottage. You didn't have to pay me, you know. If you decide to stay for another year, I will not accept your payment!"

You stifle a laugh, "Alright but I must give you back at least something and I love it here already, to be completely honest."

"Helping us in the bakery is enough, we're so popular in town we need all the help we could get!" Zara winked and crossed her arms proudly.

"That's because we’re the only bakers in town, sweetie." Jean grinned and earned another elbowing from his wife.

•••

1 and a half months later

You couldn't help but notice that despite your healthy diet, your weight increased a few kilos, you checked your tracker app to see if your cycle was soon and you noticed that it's late, very very late. You were too busy enjoying your time in your new environment that you've forgotten to check about it.

You placed your hand over your lower abdomen and pressed on it gently. There wasn't any bump, so you tried to convince yourself that you're probably having some hormonal imbalance.

"(Y/N)! I brought some snacks for our movie night!" Zara called out from the kitchen and you came out of the bathroom looking pretty dazed with a messy bun.

"You alright?" Zara asked while taking all the snacks out of a bag.

"Yeah… there's just something weighing on my mind." You replied truthfully while you sat on the high chair, and laid your head against the table.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Zara asked, now busy putting your drinks into the fridge to cool.

"My period's late…" You sighed, "Like, very very late."

Zara spun around slowly, "Okay… um, have you seen anyone since you've been here?" She asked, now leaning against the counter as well.

"No. Definitely not. I didn't come here to sleep around…" You sat up with a grimace and shook your head.

"Then do you remember when was the last time you…?" Zara trailed off since you already knew what she meant by that.

You and Stephen broke off the kiss and stared into each other's eyes breathing wildly. Stephen pressed your knees harder into your chest and started thrusting his hips towards you with all of his strength. You raised your pelvis and met each stroke, begging for every inch of him.

"Baby, I'm so close." Stephen moaned breathlessly and hung his head over your shoulders.

"Don't pull out." You demanded and reached for both sides of his hips to prevent him from pulling out and pushing him towards you with every thrust.

"Are you sure?" Stephen asked, beads of sweat appeared on his chiselled chest as he picked up the pace.

"Mhm."

He began to move his rhythm more assertively, pulling almost all the way out on each stroke before crashing back into you. He drew nearly all the way out one more time and cried out as he plunged deep within you with one last, violent stroke. The sensation of him throbbing and releasing within you drove you to your breaking point, and you erupted into your own powerful rush while writhing under him.

"Ohh noo," You covered your face, remembering the last time you and Stephen had sex, which was a few days before the wedding. You lightly banged your head on the table and Zara placed her palm below your forehead.

"Let's take a trip to the pharmacy! I'll grab you a coat!"

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Three different brands of pregnancy tests lay face up on the bathroom counter covered with a paper towel to cover up the result. Ten minutes was up and you were dreading to see the results. Zara knocked on the bathroom door to check on you.

"What does it say?" She asked.

You cracked the door open for Zara, "Wanna check with me?" You asked, feeling anxious.

“I would love to!” Zara squealed and allowed herself to squeeze into the bathroom with you, “I take one and you take one, alright?”

Both of you took one each of the tests while trying your best no to look at the results until after three, “One, Two, Three.” You counted and looked at the result.

Zara gasped and a smile grew on her face, “Oh my goodness, congratulations. You’re going to be–”

“A Mom.” You held the tests in front of you and swallowed the lump on your throat. This was real, this was all very, very real. Your eyes watered since you didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. It felt like up until now Stephen has got a hold of you and that was scaring you.

By the tone of your voice, Zara felt that you weren’t so happy about this and placed a hand over your shoulder, “(Y/N), I could only imagine how you would feel in this situation, but I think this is a gift, you used to never shut up about having a baby and now you got one." Zara tucked your hair behind your ear and gently placed her palm over your cheek, "Breathe, me and Jean got your back… and I think you need to make a few phone calls.”

Zara passed you your phone and was referring to your parents. You took it hesitantly and stared at your Mother's phone number and pressed call. It rang a couple of times, before she finally picked up the phone.

"Hello, Rose speaking." Her voice sounds tired and sad, like she's been crying and you felt an overflowing amount of guilt because you knew that you were the reason.

"Hi, Mom."

"(Y/N)?" She asked and you heard your father's voice in the background asking if he was really you.

"Yes. It's me."

You heard her release a sigh of relief, "I'm so glad to hear from you. Are you safe? Are you doing alright?"

Rose didn't want to scold you for running away and making them worried, she saw the hurt you were experiencing because of how much you loved Stephen. She was just happy you decided to contact them.

"I'm safe, I've got really great people looking after me… but I have something important I need to tell you, is dad there? Can you put me on speaker?" You asked.

"Yep, I'm here honey." You heard your father's voice, "What is it?"

"Um… first of all I'm sorry for making you both worry for me, I'm honestly doing great and I'm enjoying my time where I am… however, I've hit a bit of a speed bump."

"Okay, well we're here if you need anything."

"I just found out that I'm pregnant."

Rose chuckled while she exchanged looks with Jack, "W-What?"

"I'm having a baby… You're going to be grandparents." You repeated.

Rose placed her hand over her mouth and felt tears of joy welling on her eyes, the same as Jack, "O-oh my gosh… sweetheart, congratulations! How far along are you?"

"Not too far along, I literally just found out now." You glanced at Zara who smiled at you.

"W-well can we come and see you?" Rose asked, hoping you would allow them.

You paused to think for a second, "Yeah, of course… but please keep everything a secret for now, please?"

"No, of course. Anything you want sweetie. We won't tell anyone."

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Present Day

You and Stephen sat opposite each other in his study in the awkward silence that followed the ‘hi’s and how are you’s’, the coffee table being the only thing that puts distance between the both of you. You couldn’t deny that his gaze pierced right through you and you found yourself clearing your throat nervously.

“So… the reason I’m here.” You began, rubbing your arm to comfort yourself for having to now confront the father of your child.

“Yeah.” Stephen simply said with his deep sounding voice, the kind that anchors your soul.

“Um. After we broke it off and cancelled our marriage, I left for Switzerland,” You paused and Stephen nodded, since he was aware of that already, “After a month of trying to forget you, I wasn’t aware that I was not alone and after all that time… I was already carrying Finn.”

Stephen never said a word and kept nodding, he already knows what’s coming next. He knew all along that his hunch was correct, he is Finn’s father. Stephen was elated to find out that he has a son, especially with you. However, he couldn’t help but feel sad and disappointed that you waited until now to tell him.

“Finn, he’s your son.” You finally spat out and heard Stephen softly exhale a breath, and yet he didn’t say anything.

Stephen’s pained smile twitched, “I figured. Black hair, blue eyes? Not to mention he looks exactly like me when I was his age. I just wish you could’ve put our differences aside and told me about him from the start.”

Even though he was calm, you could feel the bitterness in his voice. Stephen cleared his throat and stood up to gaze out the window, but all he was doing was hiding the fact that he was on the verge of crying for having to miss the birth of his first child, and probably all of his first milestones. He wanted to ask whether you did it as payback for his mistakes, but he chose not to, because that was unfair on you.

“I want you to be part of Finn’s life, Stephen.” You told him as you remained seated, “That’s if you want to.”

“Of course I want to. I’ve already missed what? One and a half years of his life? But being a part of his life means I need to be part of yours too. The real question is, are you okay with that?” Stephen slightly rotated his body to face you, with hands in his pocket and found a surprised expression in your eyes.

“Sorry I had to ask, because you kept him a secret until now. Did you think so little of me that you thought I wouldn’t want anything to do with him? Because I would trade everything I have to be present at the moment he was born, with you, but you—” took that away from me. Stephen sighed and stopped himself before he got carried away by his emotions and says something he might regret after.

“I was heartbroken Stephen, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to get over you; that the scars would open up when I see you or hear your voice—everything here reminded me of you that’s why I left—”

“And how did running go for you?” He was quick to cut you off, “Hm?”

Tell her everything, be vulnerable towards her. The advice that Jack gave him two years ago echoed in Stephen’s mind.

You didn't know what to say, because when you were in Switzerland, you only learnt to forgive him, not stop loving him but you were oblivious to that and confused your forgiveness as getting 'over' him. He has every right to feel this way for missing the first year of his son. There were many times you attempted to call him but you didn't have the guts, your own pride and your own fear held you back because he will be part of your life permanently once you tell him about Finn.

Stephen sighed when he didn’t hear an answer from you and also disappointed at himself for holding himself back for being vulnerable towards you, again.

"Can I see him?" Stephen asked instead.

"Of course. We're staying at my parent's house. Come with me." You snapped your head up at his question and invited him over at your parents, where Jean and Zara are also staying.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

You and Stephen walked through the portal and got surprised stares from everyone that was in the living room. Jean, who is a big fan of Stephen, dropped his jaw and knocked over the jenga tower, making Finn giggle.

"Stephen!" Jack, who was playing with Finn on the floor, got up and gave Stephen a hug, "Long time no see. We're so glad to see you."

Stephen returned a smile towards Jack and patted the older man's back, "Likewise, Jack."

"Can you guys give us a moment please?" You asked everyone and kindly obliged and headed into the kitchen all at the same time. Zara, who was now also pregnant, smiled at you and squeezed your hand as she walked past.

You led Stephen to Finn who was playing on the floor with blocks, you carefully sat on the floor with him and Finn smiled at you, "Mommy!"

"Yes, hi honey." You greeted him, an instant bright smile appearing in your face. Stephen sat next to you with crossed legs feeling nervous about how Finn is going to react, "There's someone who wants to meet you. Someone who's very important, so~ can we stop playing with blocks for a few minutes please?" You gently asked Finn who obediently put the blocks down, shyly glancing at Stephen from time to time.

Finn stood up on his feet and went to you for a hug, his fingers in his mouth as you gently rotated him around to face Stephen, "This man," You patted down Finn's pointed hairs and rubbed his back for comfort and encouragement, "His name is Stephen and he's your Dad, do you want to say hi?"

Finn hummed and nodded, his body swaying while staring at the man who looked exactly just like him. To a little toddler like himself, Stephen looked big and intimidating, especially when he wasn't smiling, "Daddy?" Finn asked and pointed at Stephen.

You nodded and Stephen broke into a smile and nodded, "Yeah, bud. It's Daddy."

"Say hi, do you want to give him a hug?" Finn kept swaying his little body while nodding but hesitated to go towards Stephen.

You noticed Stephen’s closed off body language and mouthed to him to open his arms towards the boy. Open your arms.

Stephen opened his arms towards Finn and smiled at him, "Look, he also wants a hug, go give him the Finn bear hug." You pointed at Stephen and encouraged the boy to go to him. The boy started to walk and when Stephen folded his fingers to beckon him, Finn ran and crashed into Stephen's chest, his little arms too small to go around so he clung onto Stephen's shirt instead.

Stephen folded his protective arms around his son, and his big hands held the back of Finn's head in place as Stephen hung his head down the child's little shoulders, getting a whiff of his scent which had a hint of you. At that moment his heart felt so full of love that he didn't know he had and this fuzzy feeling of his son being in his arms made him tear-up. Stephen kissed the side of Finn’s head and squeezed him gently.

You smiled and wiped your own tears before they fell. You felt genuinely happy for Stephen after finally meeting his boy, you always had this image of him in your mind towards your children.

Finn could hear his father sniffling and looked up at the man, reaching for his face and wiping his tears, "Daddy sad?"

Stephen smiled at the boy's perceptiveness and shook his head, "No. I'm happy." He looked at you, "Extremely happy."

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Stephen watched by the doorway as you tuck your son carefully to sleep, whispering 'I love you' into his ear before planting a soft kiss on his forehead. He appeared pensive as he stared at you, he thought being a mother suited you very well and he imagined having a moment just like this with you, but he never imagined it as both of you being separated.

But, This. This is what he wanted, he felt complete by finally having you and Finn around. Stephen had plenty of time practising what he was going to say in case you came back but now that you're here, his mind goes blank.

"He's out like a light, I think he's still getting used to the time difference." You stood up straight, glancing at Stephen, noticing the way he was looking at you filled with unspoken emotions, like he already has the whole world in front of him. You quickly snapped your head away from him, refusing to take on the effect that was washing over you.

"Stop looking at me with eyes like that." Says you while you unconsciously bite your bottom lip, looking down.

"Like what?"

You shrug, he was getting you to look at him again and you felt him shift his position by the door, "I-I don't know."

You couldn't find the words because the way he was looking at you, it just made you feel. He was trouble. You're in trouble. You knew the second you indulge yourself with his presence you'd be wanting to chase that rush. You still want him—no, you never stopped loving him.

"Should I put the words into your mouth?" He asks, he sounded really keen on describing it.

"You'd better be going, Stephen. It's late." You say, trying to dig your way out of this. You walked past Stephen into the upstairs hallway since the conversation might wake up the kid. Stephen closed the door behind him and spun around to face you. It would be worse to lead Stephen on, especially when you don't plan on staying in New York. You've adjusted quite well in your new life and were able to convert your Doctor's licence to Switzerland.

He sighed, "Right, OK then." He sounded a bit sad, he really seemed to want to stay a bit longer, "I wanted to ask you something, sorry but I overheard your little chat with Rose. Are you really not here to stay for good? Why?"

"You heard that…" you muttered and trailed off, Stephen seemed to be regarding you intently, with the same pensive look which never left his features, "And I said please, stop looking at me…"

"... with eyes like that." finishes Stephen and adds, "You don't have to tell me if you don't

want to."

"No, no. I've been meaning to tell you, I was just finding the right timing." You say briskly. It occured to you, at this moment, that you will very likely not see Stephen again. And by seeing him, you meant forcing yourself to close your heart on the idea of getting back together with him. You pretty much were already implying that you had no interest in getting back with him since you're choosing to live somewhere far away, "But you can always easily see Finn, right? You got that magic portal."

You look at Stephen, half expecting him to laugh or shake his head, but he just smiles at you, that artless luminous smile which makes him unexpectedly appealing; he seems so radiant that you had to stop yourself leaning unthinkingly forward, as though you might stretch out and warm yourself on him. Apart from taking your arm on occasion when you guided him, he has never touched you, never even tried to hold your hand, but now he leans forward himself, and places his warm palm over your upturned forearm.

"I can't say I'm happy to hear that and I'm not really in a position to stop you but…" he says, brushing the skin on your wrist very gently with his thumb, "I really wish you'd stay, (Y/N). Because it's different when you're here. I wish you knew how much it destroyed me when you left. Every day without seeing you feels like living a lifetime without happiness. I miss you. Stay."

You're taken aback by the sudden intimacy of his touch, and something unidentifiable rushes through your chest as he makes the gesture. You were forced to take a deep breath as Stephen hovered over you, his body near enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from it. You couldn't turn away from the pleas he was making with his eyes; they were like a magnet, particularly as his fingers closed in on yours, and you felt yourself being swallowed whole by him. Your chest tightened, and a blush of heat spread over your face as a result of your clenched heart.

"I can't imagine myself in love with someone else, I really can’t and I wish I could elaborate the depths of what I feel but you already know I'm not good at communicating it." He says and yet there you were in front of him, battling the impulse to kiss the man and simply reassure him that everything is going to be okay. You were tempted to give in, but at the same time, you wanted to put your own needs first for a change.

"I'm happy with where I am now, Stephen." You told him the truth, but he didn't respond; he just attempted to gaze deeper into your eyes, maybe searching for a trace of self-deception. As he couldn't find it, he just removed his hands from yours, and you nearly felt yourself wince when his fingers left yours. You are happy, but that does not mean that your love for him has dwindled in any way.

"Okay." He spoke gently, his voice was nearly as soft as the touch that had just left you. There was an awkward pause followed by complete silence. In Stephen’s point of view, it just dawned on him that you've probably moved on from him because you haven't responded to him at all, each time the subject was about between you and him, you change the subject or give a vague reply.

Stephen cleared his throat, "It's really over for you isn't it? You're going to ask me to do the impossible and move on from you… aren't you?" Sniffling and chuckling in unison, he turned away from you, brushing away the tears that had slid into his inner eyes while he chewed on his bottom lip to keep them from spilling.

"S-Stephen…I–"

"Aren't you?"

You were stunned by the unexpected rawness in his emotions, a side you've never seen before, and it left your mouth drained of words. This man was desperate not to lose you for the second time around. Even if your head was in a total state of disarray, your body looked to be in a placid posture.

"I understand that even if I say sorry, it will not change anything. (Y/N), I regret nothing more in my life than what I have done to you, and if you can’t forgive me that’s justifiable. I was wrong, foolish, and immature, and you do not deserve the pain and grief I have caused you, but it pains my heart to think of a life without being able to see your face, speak to you, to hold you, to kiss you…"

Those eyes stared at you with the greatest sincerity, his bottom lip quivered as he spoke, his voice was a touch gravelly owing to the thickness inside of his oesophagus, and his shoulders sank in resignation. Tears had filled your vision, making it difficult to see clearly. You could feel the barriers you created swaying, but your fear held them in place.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago Stephen, but it’s the aftermath of it all… it’s left me in fear that I will lose myself if I ever love again, because when I did; loving you, pleasing you was all I knew, I gave my everything to you, and ripped myself bare and in exchange of that I lost myself… and I’m not blaming you now, because that was my choice.” You gently cupped Stephen’s cheek and wiped off the torrents of tears that ran down his cheek, “And in Finn, I discovered myself again, he was the greatest gift you’ve ever given me. All I want is to focus on being a mother to our child, I hope you understand.”

Stephen leaned into your touch, closing his eyes to savour this moment and nodded even though he wanted to keep convincing you to stay. He knew that once you've set your mind on things, it's hard for anyone to change it. All he could do now is endure the pain of your decision, "I understand, I want you to be happy, and I'm glad you are because you deserve to be."

"Thank you Stephen." You smiled gently, lifting yourself up into a tip-toe and leaving a soft peck on his cheek.

This is the moment when Stephen surprises you by leaning forwards and kissing your lips. This kiss is so delicate that you can hardly feel the warmth of his lips, and you didn’t even try to object. His lips drew back gently as swiftly as they had found yours.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. He stared intently into your eyes and waited for any kind of resistance from you, but you didn't give him the slightest indication that you were going to fight back at all. Now that you're thinking about the kiss, you realise that the distance between your lips is just a few millimetres. You take a deep breath as you stare into his eyes, and when you don't say anything, he tilts his head and this time, it was you who landed a kiss on his lips.

The second kiss he gave you was just as tender as the first, and it made you feel warm all over as your lips melted together and your eyes closed in enchantment. You could feel the two years he longed for you through his kiss. You feel your top lip being snatched into his mouth by the latching of his lips on your lips as they roll back and forth. Your eyes widen in shock, but just as swiftly as it occurred, he releases your upper lip, and then he does the same thing to your lower lip. With each kiss, your top lip is pulled in, then let free, and your knees start to fold, at the same time, your eyes start to shut allowing yourself to spiral down this bliss.

You just manage to crack your lips open for a split second, yet in that time you feel his tongue pass through your mouth. Tingles run through your body as you lock lips and dance with your tongues. You can feel the blood pumping through your body as your chest tightens and your breath becomes shallow. Your body automatically gives in and you reach out to grab his side for support as your hand rests there. As the soft kisses evolve into more intense ones in time with the rhythm of your breathing, you begin to tremble and feel as if you could faint as a result. You are experiencing a rush of adrenaline, and you can feel your heart thumping in your chest as if it were competing in a race.

You reached out with your hands and found Stephen's chest, at which point you gently redirected his kissing away from you in an effort to prevent it from developing into anything more. Your lips are slightly ajar while the rest of your body heaves a small sigh and draws in a deep breath of air.

“Let’s stop here.” You said, still catching your breath, “It’s late.”

“Yeah, it is…” Stephen agreed, pressing his lips together, a portal opening straight into his bedroom and steps aside from you, walking into it, “I’ll see you tomorrow, my parents are excited to meet Finn.” He said looking back, the portal disappearing in a flash.

You brushed your hair back with your fingers, the full weight of his kiss now sinking into you, “What were you thinking?”

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Three days later.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Jack asked as he entered back inside after heating the car up outside, "Oh let me help you, honey."

Your father hurried over to you and assisted you in bringing your belongings down the stairs. Given that you choose to remain in New York for a few more days, Jean and Zara returned to Switzerland two days before you did. Because yesterday had been such a long day spent with you and Stephen, Finn was still sound asleep and exhausted when Rose held him in her arms.

Since you had a few remaining days left, you decided to let Finn and Stephen have more time with each other and hang out, Stephen insisted that you stay with them on the last day, his reason was he wanted to give Finn a memory where both his parents were together, playing with him outdoors in the snow, going sledding, building a snowman, having snowball fights and making snow angels. Stephen, who may be described as old-fashoined, went out and purchased a disposable camera so that he could take pictures that would be preserved forever. Stephen has assured you that he would provide you with copies, but it seems that he will not be able to do so before you depart for Switzerland.

The car ride on the way to the airport was quiet and sad because it felt good to be home, to see your family and friends. You couldn’t help but think about that kiss you had with Stephen the night he showed you how vulnerable he was when it comes to you. That kiss felt like it was the last time he would ever do that, it felt like pure acceptance of the fact that he was going to lose you, although he does not want to. And it grew to sting you in the end when he decided to put your needs above him, he truly has changed.

You glance over at Finn, who was still fast sleeping, and you can't help but notice how much he resembles Stephen. There is not the slightest indication of your facial characteristics. You speculated that he would inherit several of your qualities and hoped that it would be the positive ones.

Your parents remained with you until you collected your boarding passes and were ready to go through security screening. You turn around to look at Jack and Rose again and wave at them as you are ascending the steps. Even though he was attached to you, Finn gazed up at his grandparents and waved to them too. It's certainly one of the benefits of having Strange's DNA because he was highly perceptive for a child who was only one and a half years old.

"Bye-bye poppa, bye-bye nana~" he mumbles and giggles when Rose sends him tons of flying kisses from upstairs until the both of you disappear out of sight to go through security.

Rose sighed and wiped a tear away watching you and her grandson say goodbye, "I really thought that kiss would change her mind." She shook her head and Jack furrowed his brows, confused as to what his wife was talking about.

"What are you talking about?"

"I woke up to go get a drink downstairs and I walked in on Stephen kissing your daughter, so I quietly backed away." She explained to Jack, who was so confused that night as to why Rose was so insistent with him staying in their room that night, finally knowing the reason why.

"Oh… is that why you came back too quickly?" He asked and Rose nodded, "Maybe they just need another baby–ow!"

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

While you wait for your aircraft to be boarded, you remove Finn from his carrier and grab a seat in one of the empty seats near your gate. Finn remained by your side the whole time, occupying himself quietly with his favourite stuffed animal and nibbling on the chopped fruits you had purchased for him when you offered it to him. In an effort to communicate that he did not want any more, Finn started shaking his hand and pushing your hand away.

"No more?" You asked and he shook his head, "Alright, but you gotta drink water." You pulled out his bottle and gave it to him, instead he tried reaching for the backpack while opening and closing his little hands.

As you switched your focus to your bag, positioning it between you and him where Finn grabbed it and accidently dumped the bag onto the floor, you let out a faint gasp as the contents of the bag poured out into the floor.

"Uh-oh." his little voice peeped.

"Aw Finn.." you sighed and muttered quietly as you got off of your seat to pick up his stuff.

"Sorry Mommy." Finn pouted and sat back down.

"It's okay baby. Use your words next time if you want something from the bag okay?"

"Pictures!" Finn beamed, bouncing his body while staying seated, "Pictures!"

"You want to take pictures?" You asked in an attempt to clarify what he wants.

Finn shook his head and playfully glared at you with a pout, "No. Daddy pictures!"

"What?—" You suddenly jerked your head back and saw a rectangular envelope that you hadn't seen before. When you picked it up, you realised that it contained the photographs that Stephen had taken that had been developed.

You went through the images one by one and saw that most of them portrayed Finn having a good time in the snow by giggling, laughing, and bouncing about. You couldn't help but grin as you looked at the picture you had taken of Finn and Stephen creating a snowman together, as well as the one you had taken of Stephen holding Finn to his body while sitting in the snow with a huge grin on his face and looking at his kid.

You flicked the picture over to the last one and saw how happy Finn appeared to be in it. You looked at your son with teary eyes and asked, "How did you know these were in here?"

Finn looked at you and placed his little index finger in front of his mouth, as if telling you to keep quiet.

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Stephen stared out of the large sanctum window, watching every plane that flies across the sky, wondering if you and Finn were in it. He flicked through the photos that he took, and his copy mostly consisted of you and Finn, he stared at each one of the photos, searing it into his eidetic memory. Even though you told him to come and see Finn anytime he wants, it still didn't feel right for him to just appear whenever he wanted, especially now that you've built a wall against him.

Stephen sneaked into your bedroom the night before your flight, and Finn woke up next to you, sensing his father's presence. He awoke, blinking his eyes, to watch his father carefully insert an envelope inside the backpack. Stephen noticed that Finn had woken up and put his index finger in front of his mouth, trying to convince Finn to be quiet. Stephen lowered himself to a kneeling position next to Finn's bed and uttered the reason he had come.

"I love you, son. Be good to your mom." Stephen quietly whispered to not wake you up and kissed his son on the crown of his head, "Go back to sleep."

Stephen heaved a sigh as he looked at the picture of the three of you together and ran his fingers down the surface of the photo. He wanted to relive the happiness he had during that moment.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

“Would all passengers travelling to Zurich on flight LX3421 please have your boarding passes and passports ready for boarding. Flight LX3421 is now boarding at gate 81.” The staff announced through the PA.

You collected all of your belongings, and after that, you fastened Finn back onto your body in a secure position. You made sure to have your passports and boarding passes on hand before getting in line for the priority queue. You were so preoccupied with the rapid beating of your heart and the sensation that anxiety was rising up inside of you that you failed to see that you had moved to the head of the queue.

“Ma’am, your boarding pass and passport please?” The man asked you, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you back. You handed over your documents, in which he scanned, “Here’s your passports back, you can head on through.”

You smiled at the guy, collected your bags, and started walking towards the bridge that headed towards the aircraft. Your thoughts started to drift towards Stephen, and you could almost make out the sound of his voice crystal clear in your head.

“I miss you. Stay.”

You reached the middle of the bridge and then turned around to look behind you. When you moved to the side and simply stood there, people you didn't know gave you weird stares as they went by. You glanced at the only photograph that you had kept in your hands, and it was at that moment that the realisation dawned on you that you didn't want to miss Stephen anymore. You spun on your heels and departed the bridge, strolling past the workers who were perplexed as to why you had returned out of the overpass. You chose to ignore their calls and instead hurriedly made your way out of the terminal while simultaneously contacting your parents.

“C’mon, pick up, Dad.” As you retraced your steps from the direction you had come, you murmured to yourself.

“Hello?” Rose picked up the phone for Jack.

“Mom! Are you still near the airport?”

“Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Can you turn around please? I’ll wait for you in the pick up area.” You pleaded as you approached customer service to get assistance on going back outside.

“Jack made a u-turn and go back to the airport, right now.” Rose ordered, to which Jack responded with a perplexed expression, but he nonetheless obliged without question and did a speedy U-turn when they reached the next intersection.

“Can you tell me what is going on?” Jack questioned as he experienced the want to rush due to the manner in which Rose was behaving all fidgety.

“(Y/N) will be waiting for us at the passenger pick-up.”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Stephen sighed for the hundredth time in one day while placing a now framed photo of the three of you near his bedside, where he could wake up and see it every morning. The photograph depicted both of you planting a sweet kiss on Finn's face as the little boy smiled broadly and flashed his two front teeth. After getting cleaned up in the shower, he changed into considerably warmer attire. America encouraged that they spend their time together outdoors so as to divert his attention away from the sad thoughts that he was having. He was fixing his scarf when he saw a glimpse of your figure over his shoulder through the reflection of the mirror. He abruptly turned around to check if he was hallucinating at the extent of his longing for you and was relieved to see that you were really there, he was worried for a second that he could have been losing his mind.

You raised the photo in your hand, the same one that he has on his bedside, "Do you mean it? Everything you said to me that night?" You asked him, both of you still rooted to where you're standing.

When Stephen found that you were really standing in front of him and not on your way to Switzerland, his eyes glistened and a thin film of tears delicately brimmed the edges of his eyes, "With every fibre of my being."

"Then that's good enough for me." You charged towards Stephen who prepared to hold you as you reached up and pulled him down to you, and the rest of the words he tried to say were lost against your lips. He kissed you softly and tenderly, but it wasn't gentleness that you want, not now, not after all this time, and you twisted your hands into his scarf, tugging him even closer to you. He emitted a muffled groan from deep inside his throat, and then his arms encircled you and gathered you against him. Veins throbbing, hearts exploding. You feel him—the entirety of him—pressed against you, and you inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just… him. The most mouthwatering aroma you could ever hope to encounter. His lips taste like honey. His face has the barest hint of stubble, and while it scrapes against your skin, you don't care in the least—you didn't care at all. He feels incredible.

"I still love you too, Stephen." You pull away in a gasp, your heads still pressed together and you hear Stephen chuckle against your lips.

“Yeah, I feel that—but I must say I love you more.” Stephen said in a low voice, unable to suppress the smile that was brought by how happy he was feeling, “So what now?”

You drew your head back and stared at him with a massive smile on your face, “Well, you’re now going to be stuck with me and a mini version of you. And I’m stuck with you and a kid who loves her pizza.”

“Sounds perfect.”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Epilogue - Summer time.

"So how was your day?" Stephen knelt down, draping a towel over his son's small figure, drying him off before he sent him to grab some lunch.

"Good!"

"Did you enjoy swimming?”

"Swimming~" Finn repeated the words, beaming excitedly at his father, pointing again at the lake.

"There, all dry!" He pulled the towel off Finn’s head and ruffled it.

"All dwry!!"

"Can you say, love you?" Stephen asked.

"Wove you!"

"Can you say, love you dad!"?

"Wove you Dad!!" Finn stretched his arms really wide, causing Stephen to chuckle at his son’s cute antics.

"Oh that much? You're going to make Mom jealous, can I have a hug?" Stephen spreads his arms and Finn skips towards him and gives him a quick hug. He squeezed the boy, lifting him up and twirling him into the air before placing him back down on the ground, “Alright go ask America for some hotdogs.”

Stephen approached you as you sat by yourself at the end of the dock, swirling your feet into the clear and slightly cold water. You felt Stephen’s presence and looked up to smile at him as he took the spot beside you.

“Not wanting to brag but Finn loves me from his left arm to his right, you know how many bones that is?” Stephen leaned back against his hand.

“Are you really asking me? An Orthopaedics Director?”

“Seventy-six, including his head.” Stephen ignored your question and you threw your head back laughing at him.

“You’re such a nerd. Do you know how many bones I have?” You countered him with a trick question and Stephen scoffed.

“What kind of question is that? Of course you have 206 bones.”

You frowned and shook your head, “No… I have 506 at the moment.” You casually said, looking at the view from straight ahead and gave him a side-eye thinking whether he would understand what you were trying to say.

Stephen scoffed out a laugh, “That’s impo— wait a minute…” his smile disappears.

You just continued looking out into the distance towards the horizon rather than engaging in conversation with him. You caught a glimpse of Stephen sitting up and narrowing his eyes as he looked at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Are we having another baby?” Stephen asked, sounding very hopeful but you didn’t respond to him, “(Y/N) I swear—you’d better stop joking because I—”

“I’m not joking.” You turned your head to face him, looking a bit more serious this time. Stephen froze to stare at you for a second before pulling you into a hug, “Are you happy?”

“Happy? Are you kidding me? That’s an understatement, I’m over the moon. I hope we have a girl this time.” Stephen smiled, kissing the side of your head, “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you as a mother to my children.”

“I love you too, but three is enough. America and Finn together are already a handful.”

“I’m good with that. Three’s a magic number.”

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