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ilovepedro · 5 months

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frosted cookies | husband!frankie morales x wife!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: You pack away an extra treat in your husband’s lunch. What happens when Frankie sees you’ve packed more than just some cookies? Cookies won’t be the only thing that’s frosted when he has his way with you.

Warnings: unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, doggy style, missionary, praise kink, three (3) spanks, cum eating, teeniest bit of soft dom!Frankie, sickening fluff, after care, pet names (querida, hermosa, baby, etc), husband!Frankie being so in love and down bad for his wife, reader speaks some Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, some Spanish translations throughout.

A/N: can be read as part of the “just married” universe or a stand alone. did y’all think i forgot about a 500 follower treat?! hehehe i would never!! i’m back with a lil slice of domestic holiday bliss and smut with our guy, our husband! i’m just so down bad for Frankie, like there’s really no explaining myself. he’s everything. i want him so bad.🧎‍♀️anyway, happy Frankie friday everybody! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏼 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

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“Jesus, querida. How many cookies are you gonna bake?” Frankie asks before popping one into his mouth. “Francisco! Ya basta! (Enough) Those are for tomorrow!” You yell, smacking your husband’s hand away from getting anymore cookies.

After tomorrow, you and Frankie are off for 10 days. The stress and anticipation of the festivities and just spending uninterrupted time together energizes you to work rapidly. You’ve been baking all day for your office’s Christmas party, whipping up an array of cookies and packaging them up to give out to your coworkers.

Flour, powdered sugar, and icing bags are scattered throughout the counter. A bowl of icing sitting in the middle of the island and cookie cutters next to 3 trays of cookies. Powdered sugar coats your hands and icing splattered across your apron.

“Lo siento, bebita, (I'm sorry, baby girl)” he says through a muffled mouthful of cookie, rubbing circles on your lower back while he peppers kisses to your shoulder.

“I have to make sure there’s enough for everyone. 50 is good right? The whole office will be there, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out,” you ramble as you roll out the last batch of dough in between parchment paper. Frankie rubs up and down your arms as you cut them into shapes.

“50 is plenty, baby. You work too hard, mi amor. Is this the last batch?”

“Yeah, I’ll finally be done after this one comes out the oven,” you say as you place them onto the cookie sheet.

“Good. You need to rest, and I wanna have my wife to myself.” You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck. “You sure no one will feel left out?”

A small gentle smile splays on his lips as he readjusts his grip on your hips. “No one will feel left out, baby. I promise. And if they do, then fuck ‘em. They don’t know how hard you work, or how kind you truly are,” he softly says. A relieved smile creeps onto your face as a toothy grin appears on his. He places a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, you getting lost in him as the taste of him mixes with the sugary cookie he’d just eaten. Both of you sighing into one another, never getting enough of each other.

The oven timer dings, startling the both of you and breaking the kiss as you jump back a bit. The two of you giggling like a pair of children, Frankie places one last chaste kiss to your lips as you head to the oven. Feeling a playful swat to your ass, you turn around and playfully scold your husband as you remove the cookies out of the oven - the aroma of sugar and spice filling the air.

“How long’s this last batch gonna take, mi vida?” Frankie asks as you place the final batch of cookies in the oven. “Only 15 minutes, mi amor. Tener paciencia (have patience),” you say through a fit of giggles, laughing at your husband’s impatience. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as you stride towards him. Pulling him in for another kiss, his hands freely roam down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Laughing into him, you pull away as you bark out a belly laugh, your husband mirroring you.

“Could you help me clean up, please baby? The faster we clean, the faster I’m all yours,” you taunt. “Of course, mi vida, you don’t even have to ask. Although, the incentive is nice,” he says with a smirk. The two of you swiftly maneuver throughout the kitchen while the cookies bake. Frankie clearing the counter as you wipe it down, and washing and drying dishes together - working in tandem to tidy up your kitchen. The oven timer dings once more, Frankie washing and drying the remaining dishes as you remove the last batch and set them on the cooling rack. As you remove your oven mitts, Frankie tosses the dish rag onto the counter and swoops behind you, engulfing you in his broad, taut arms while he litters kisses along your neck.

“All done, mi amor?” He asks against your skin, his mustache tickling you along with his eagerness, eliciting a laugh from you. “All done, mi amor,” you laugh, wrapping your arm around his neck to twirl the curls at the nape of his neck. “Vamos, mi esposa,” he says, whisking you away and up the stairs.

Laughter bubbling over the two of you as you rush up the stairs.

After tomorrow, it’s 10 days of this - uninterrupted bliss with each other.

Frankie plops down on the chair, groaning as time ticks by agonizingly slow. He runs a hand over his face, his wedding ring making contact with his cheek reminds him of you - just 4 more hours until he’s home with you.

Cracking open his lunchbox, he smiles as he spots the usual yellow sticky note that you pack in his lunch which lay atop some of the freshly baked cookies that you made last night. Picking it up, he reads the note:

“Enjoy your lunch, mi esposo hermoso. Can’t wait for you to frost my cookie when you get home ;)

-Con amor, su esposa”

Beneath it, a polaroid of you dressed in a crimson red babydoll with white fur lining the bust. It leaves little to the imagination as you display your breasts to the camera, a coy smile on your lips as white frosting runs down your lips and onto your chin, teasingly biting into one of the cookies you baked.

His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening as he takes in your form. He’s hard as a fucking rock, his lunch now completely forgotten.

“‘S matter, boss? Wife forget to pack your juice or something?” A stupid rookie asks, laughing too hard at his own joke as he creeps up behind Frankie to catch a glimpse inside his lunchbox. Frankie immediately drops the polaroid back inside and flips the lid closed before the rookie can see it.

“Shut the hell up, Daniel,” Frankie grumbles as he rises to his feet, stomping out of the break room and into his tiny, cluttered office. He typically eats lunch here, wanting to get away from the fumes that permeate the shop, but the anticipation of your time off together made him antsy - seeking out a place without constant reminders of you as the day drags on.

That did absolutely nothing. Your boudoir polaroid having made his day better and worse simultaneously. You looked nothing short of a dream, but now his impatience is getting the better of him as his mind wanders to all the things he plans to do to you tonight. He groans, his cock still half hard as he unravels his lunch. He huffs sticking the polaroid in his wallet, aggressively nibbling at his lunch.

Could this day go by any slower?

He opens the door, tossing his keys into the bowl as he shuts and locks it. Trudging inside, he toes off his boots, pushing them to the side as he takes in your fully decorated home. His heart swells at the sight, knowing you were off work early today after your office party. Meaning you probably spent the entire afternoon decorating.

Garlands adorn every wall, the tree now fully decorated and the Christmas village sits atop the mantle. Twinkling lights warmly illuminate the room. The sprig of mistletoe hangs above the entryway to the kitchen, the smell of dinner and more baked goods permeating through the air mingling with the fresh pine scent of the tree.

You’ve gone full Christmas-mode and he can’t get enough of your domesticity - your ability to make every single thing you touch feel like home.

“Frankie?!” You yell faintly from the kitchen.

“Hermosa, I’m home!” He shouts as he shrugs off his brown utility jacket. Footsteps bound from the kitchen and into the hall. There you stand, in all your domestic glory with your apron around your front and a bit of flour on your cheek.

You beam at him, happy your husband is finally home for the week. Your office is closed and so is the shop for the following week and then some for the holiday, now you have him all to yourself for the next 10 days. Practically flinging yourself into his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. He laughs at your eagerness, his cock twitching in his pants as you tug him closer by his soft curls, deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, a soft moan escaping you and into Frankie.

It’s unclear who breaks the kiss first, but the both of you are heaving, panting for air. The smile returning to your face, a smug look appearing on your husband’s face.

“Hi, baby. I missed you.” Your hands snake up his chest and you remove his cap from his head, setting it on the table by the door, carding your fingers through his hair. His smile softens, eyes gleaming with love. “Hi, mi amor. I missed you too. I see you got up to some stuff while I was gone,” he says, swirling circles on your lower back. You giggle, knowing you can be a bit elaborate when it comes to decorating.

“‘S not too much?” You ask. He quickly shakes his head. “Never, mi amor,” he nearly whispers, reassuring you before capturing your lips in another kiss. Walking you backwards into the kitchen, he presses you up against the kitchen counter, catching a whiff of something baking in the oven again.

He pulls back, forehead resting against yours as he swipes away the flour that’s smudged on your cheek. “You’re still baking, mi vida? I thought you were finished,” he asks. “I am, but I wanted to make you something, a treat to celebrate our vacation,” you ramble. A chuckle rumbles in his sturdy chest.

“Got the most delicious treat right here,” he tsks, you chuckle rolling your eyes at his cheesiness as butterflies erupt in your belly. His hardening length presses against your core as he dives in to litter your neck with kisses. “Even got a picture to prove it,” he rasps against you. A small gasp escapes you.

So he did see the picture.

“Oh really? Can I see this picture, amor?” Your voice breathy and titillating, feigning oblivion as a smirk plastered on your face while he sucks on your neck.

“I’m sure you know what it looks like. In fact, you’re gonna let me recreate it with the real thing, baby.” His voice low and husky now as his clothed, hard cock ruts into you.

A wave of arousal pools in your panties. “I am?” You breathlessly ask, still keeping up the innocent act.

“Mhmm. Gonna be covered in me. Isn’t that what you wanted, princesa? Huh? You couldn’t wait for me to get home and frost your cookie, hermosa?” He asks as his lips ghost over yours now, emphasizing the reference to the note you’d put in his lunchbox this morning. You snort, eyes shutting as heat courses through your veins as he quotes the note, and warmth blooming in your belly.

A light smack to your thigh reels you back in, eyes flying open. His eyes filled with lust, pupils darkening. Your eyes glossy and hazy, feeling tipsy just off his embrace, his words.

“Y-yes, Frankie. ‘S what I wanted - want. Want you s-so bad, mi amor,” you mumble against his ear as he resumes peppering kisses along your chest. Humming against you, your words going straight to his cock, which you feel as he presses into your core a bit harder.

“Want you so bad, too, princesa. Been wanting you all day. Y’know how hard it was to keep it together seeing that picture of you? Look so fucking sexy, fuck. Had to stop myself from cumming in my jeans like a fucking teenager,” he mutters into your ear. You giggle, taking great joy in knowing your husband wants you just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

He bites down on your earlobe, your giggles quickly dissipating into a moan. “But what you did today was so bad, mi vida. Distracted me all fucking day from work, could barely concentrate. I think you just made it on the naughty list. What do you think, baby? Are you naughty or nice?”

“N-nice. Nice, baby,” you whimper as Frankie unties your apron and smoothly tosses it on the counter.

“Mmmm, you sure about that? You gonna be a nice, good girl for me and let me have my way with you?” You furiously nod, your neediness growing into an impatient monster.

He laughs at your eagerness, relishing in how needy you are for him. “Come on, princesa. Show me how good you are,” he rasps before releasing you from his grasp, grabbing your hand as you two stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Excitement stirring within you as he leads you to your room.

Frankie flings the door open, eagerly bringing you into his embrace again. He cups your cheeks, leaning in as his lips engulf yours in a messy, heated kiss. It’s all tongue as teeth gnash together, moans flying out from both of you while you strip each other down. Frankie groans as he discards your bra onto the floor. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you shuck off your husband’s briefs, his hard cock springing free, weeping and red.

“On the bed, hermosa,” he demands, his timbre husky and low. You scramble onto the bed, laying on your back, displaying yourself for your husband. “Spread your legs.”

Your brain on autopilot, operating as if Frankie has a remote to control your actions.

Legs spread, the cool air of the room hits your sopping core, a shiver running down your spine. Frankie licks his lips, pupils blown black and wide swirling with lust. He stalks towards you, laying down and settling himself in front of your aching pussy. He grabs your thighs, placing them on either side of his head. The frigidity of his wedding band burning into your skin, contrasting the blaze that burns from within you as you anticipate your husband’s next move.

You pant as the excitement transforms into a forest fire within your core, Frankie so close to where you desperately need him. He presses firm kisses to your thighs, your breath catching in your throat again. Kissing and nipping at your thighs, your neediness causes your hips to involuntarily buck into Frankie - his nose catching on your clit for a split second. A shocking loud moan escapes you as Frankie pushes you back down on the bed.

“Just like you told me last night, mi vida. And like how I had to tell myself after what you pulled this afternoon: tener paciencia,” he practically growls against your thighs. You whine as his teasing resumes. You know this is payback for the polaroid, making him wait all day for some relief. Your husband is the most patient man you know, even when he wants nothing more than to take you any chance he can get.

His desire for you though, constantly burning, so you know this must be killing him too. However, the sweet revenge of seeing you fall apart and writhe under him, begging him to do something is the most delicious reward.

“Frankie,” you desperately sigh, eyes closing as he presses kisses to your mound. “When have I ever not given you what you wanted? Hmm, baby?” He asks against your core, your eyes opening and to lock with his gaze. “Never, mi amor,” you nearly whisper, it comes out much more rushed than intended.

“Tranquila, mi vida. I’m gonna take care of you and this pretty pussy. I got you, baby,” he says with one last kiss to your thigh. Without preamble, he licks a long, languid stripe up your folds. A relieved moan tumbling from your lips as you bury your head further into the pillow. He repetitiously licks up your glistening core, your clit throbbing for some attention. Your husband knows your body like the back of his hand, as if he can read your mind.

He flicks your precious pearl with a steady rhythm, wrapping his lips around it. You twitch underneath him, eyes heavy and glazed.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You keen as your hands fly to tug on his hair, his rhythmic, skilled tongue bringing you closer to the edge. Your weeping cunt clenches around nothing as a wave of slick seeps from your hole. He snakes a hand up to cup your breast, flicking and suckling your clit as he rolls your nipple in between his thick, calloused fingers, alternating breasts. Your breathing is ragged as you moan, Frankie groaning and humming into you. The vibrations rumbling from within him launching you higher into your climax, teetering on lift off.

“Feels s-so f-fucking good, Frankie. Always s-so fucking g-good,” you babble. He pulls away for a second, his chin coated in your slick. “Come on, baby. Know you’re close. Let go, hermosa,” he rasps right above your swollen cunt. He dives back in, moving his hand from your breast to your entrance, two fingers sliding home with the amount of slick pouring from you.

A sharp gasp escapes you, eyes rolling back at the welcomed intrusion as Frankie rapidly and steadily alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. His fingers hitting that spongy spot only his fingers and cock can reach. The coil in your belly snaps as you’re launched into your orgasm, stars appearing behind your eyes as your vision blurs white hot.

Frankie helps you ride out your high as you scream and writhe beneath him, lapping up every last drop of slick gushing from your throbbing pussy. Desperately trying not to rut his hips into the mattress, he groans at the sweet, tangy taste of you that he can never get enough of. Your thighs tremble as you slowly return back to Earth, whimpering as Frankie presses soft kisses to your thighs.

“Did so good for me, baby. Always so fucking good for me,” he hushes you, peppering kisses up your body.

You fight to keep your eyes open, catching sight of your husband soaked in your release as his mustache and patchy beard gleams in the warm glow of the bedroom.

Pulling him down, you connect your lips with his, both of you moaning into one another. Wrapping your arms around his broad, strong shoulders as you tug on his curls. His mouth licking into yours, letting you taste your sweet slick on your tongue. Sweet and heady, the kiss melds into something sinful as you feel Frankie’s hard, leaking cock rubs right above your core. Precum smearing on your belly, Frankie pulls back and moans at the friction.

“Not done with you yet, querida,” he says gruffly as he lifts himself off you. “Turn around,” he demands. You recognize that tone: he’s gonna have his way with you tonight. A shiver runs down your spine as a new rush of arousal burns brightly in your core. You swiftly lay on your stomach.

“On your knees, baby.” His voice husky and firm. You readjust yourself and settle on your knees, balancing yourself on your forearms. Feeling the mattress dip behind you, another spark of arousal jolts in your pussy, your belly warm and full of anticipation. You can hear Frankie pumping himself in his fist as he lines his hips up with yours.

“See, you can be a good girl. Knew you could do it, mi vida.” You moan at his praise. His large hands caress your ass, engulfing your cheeks in each hand, admiring the view. You teasingly wiggle your ass, Frankie-drunk giggles bubbling over your lips and spilling into the pillow. A smack comes down on your ass, the sting of it making your pussy throb. Moaning as you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Frankie.

His chocolate irises invisible, eyes completely darkened and filled to the brim with lust.

“Don’t start.” You nod, drool pooling under your mouth, your patience wearing thin. “Be good, baby,” he rasps as he lines his cock up with your entrance. His tip prodding your aching hole, as one of his hands rests on your ass. He slowly slides in, taking his time bottoming out. Both of you moaning in tandem as his cock splits you open, the sting blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You squeeze around him as he fully sheathes himself inside you, never fully getting used to his size despite being married to him now.

“Alright, baby. Alright, baby,” He hisses, roughly kneading your ass. “Come on now. Relax, baby. I got you,” he calmly whispers. You feel yourself relax, unclenching and releasing him from your vice grip. “There we go. Good girl,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss behind the shell of your ear.

He slowly slides out from you, nearly pulling out all the way until he slams his hips back into yours. His cock punching your cervix.

“Frankie!” You gasp, moaning as you grip the sheets. He repeats the motion, grunting as he cants his hips. “Tightest, sweetest fucking pussy ever. Fuck, always feel so fucking good, baby. You were made for me, made to take my cock. Huh, querida?” He asks, breathing ragged as he fucks in and out of you. You nod and moan in agreement, words escaping you as he brings you close to your second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to slowly creep up on you, still reeling from the sensitivity of your previous one.

Another smack hits your ass, clenching around him in your tight heat. You love when Frankie gets a bit rough with you.

“Words, querida. Come on, you were doing so good,” he taunts. You swallow through your moans, unaware of the desperate tears of pleasure that were pooling in your eyes.

“Y-yes, baby. Made for you, made for your cock. S-so fucking good to me, Frankie. L-luckiest girl in the w-world,” you babble. You feel him twitch inside you before he pulls out.

Whining at the loss of your husband’s cock, you’re suddenly being flipped on your back. Before you can give what’s happening a second thought, Frankie slides back into you. Your calves pressed against his strong chest, your ankles resting atop his taut shoulders as he bends you in half. His pace rapidly picking up, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“‘S right, baby. Made for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world, querida. Won the wife lottery,” he rasps lowly, pressing a kiss to your calf.

The love you have for this man is overwhelming. His existence constantly gracing your mind, his unwavering support, his unconditional love, never feeling like you’re not enough for him, his kindness, his patience, how gentle he is with you even when he’s roughing you up.

“Eres la esposa más hermosa y perfecta del mundo. (You're the most beautiful and perfect wife in the world) So lucky to call you my wife, baby,” he grunts, punctuating each word with his thrusts. His sweet words toss you over the edge, fat tears of euphoria and love cascade down your cheeks as you scream his name.

An endless stream of slick seeps from your cunt, coating Frankie in your release. The squelching sound filling the air mixed with pants and moans is sinful, obscene.

“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to me, all of it. Soak my cock, querida. So fucking good - you, this pussy, our life, fuck yes,” he babbles. You mindlessly move your legs from his hold to wrap around his middle, bringing him in closer as you ride out your high.

“Love you so much, Frankie. Best husband in the world, come on, mi amor. Cum for me, need your cum,” you whine, giving him one last good squeeze. Frankie fills you up with half his load before pulling out and coating your mound in his cum. Endless moans streaming from you both. Frankie cums for a long time.

The picture really did a number on him.

Ropes of his spend coats your sex and your belly. Unable to control yourself, you reach down and swipe two fingers through his cum and lick them clean. Relishing the delicious, salty taste of your husband. Frankie groans as he sees you suck your fingers clean, gathering cum on his fingers and stuffing it back into your cunt. You moan around your fingers at the feeling of his thick, long fingers stuffing you full of his cum.

Releasing your fingers with a pop, Frankie pounces on you - his fingers brushing against your lips, prying your mouth open. You suck them into your mouth, an animalistic groan rumbling from within you as you taste the combination of you two. He removes his fingers, adjusting himself to pin you down, caging you in between his large biceps.

He dives in for a kiss, it’s slower - savoring the taste of you and him on your tongue as he soaks in the love which radiates off your body and into his soul. “Love you so much, mi vida. Para siempre (Always),” he whispers against your lips. You cup his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips as your eyes glimmer with contentment and love.

“Para siempre,” you repeat. Another firm, lingering kiss is pressed to your lips before he rises to his feet, padding to your shared bathroom. The faucet turns on, your usual routine of aftercare beginning. Frankie returns with the warm rag, gently cleaning you up.

“Frosted your cookie pretty good, huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips, curls in disarray.

You bark out a belly laugh, unable to control your laughter at your husband’s stupid joke.

“Francisco!” You squeal. Frankie tsks and rolls his eyes. “Oh after all the shit we just did, that’s where you draw the line?!” He playfully asks, a toothy grin on his face.

“No, I just thought you forgot about that stupid note!” You say through your laughter, Frankie bursting into a fit of giggles with you. “Wasn’t stupid, and how could I ever forget that and that picture?” He asks as he continues to clean you up.

“Speaking of, I’m not even gonna question when and how you took that picture, but next time, I’m helping you,” he says as he rises up and walks back into the bathroom to discard the rag into the laundry basket. “Whatever you say, mi amor,” you tease from the bed.

He returns, playfully pouncing on the bed beside you. Another fit of giggles erupts from you.

“That’s right, baby. Whatever I say,” he says with a wink and a smile, interlacing your fingers with his - toying with your wedding ring as he places a chaste kiss to your lips before saddling up beside you.

i love husband!Frankie sm 😫😔

wrote this on a bit of a whim, i had no idea what i wanted to do, i just knew i wanted to write a lil christmasy somethin-somethin for y'all 🩷

i hope y'all enjoyed!!! thank you for reading 🫶🏼

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blushedfemme · 10 days

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daydreaming about inviting a butch over, under the pretense that i have all this good flower going to waste bc i don’t smoke anymore, but would they be willing to help me out and take some off my hands? i’ll let them try it first, to make sure they like the strain. then pull them into conversation so they keep talking and smoking and talking and smoking, offering to roll them another joint/pack another bowl for them, and when they say they’re kinda thirsty instead of offering water i’m like oh i have some soju in my fridge, wanna try it? and because they’re thirsty and it’s so sweet and cold and refreshing they drink it way too fast. only then do i offer them water. and more soju, of course. they decide they really like the strain so i tell them to go ahead and smoke some more. and pretty soon they’re too crossed to stand, laughing and apologizing, because fuck, they didn’t mean to get so fucked up. i rub their thigh reassuringly, smiling as i tell them in a soft, mesmerizing voice, it’s okay, i don’t mind. poor thing, no wonder they got so wasted, they were no match for my sweet encouragement, combined with the swish of my hips and the way my tits fill my shirt. it’s hard to resist a femme in her element as hostess.

maybe they dimly grasp the truth of the situation, when i raise the bottle to their lips and order, finish it. but their brain is too foggy to give it much weight, and besides, they like the way my hand feels holding their jaw. by the time i set the empty bottle down and press my mouth to theirs, to drink in their sweet, hazy, boozy breath, any thought in their head has dissolved completely.

i pull back, coo in mock sympathy at their dizzy, dazed expression. i slide a hand up the back of their neck. savor the heat pouring off their skin. i tangle my fingers in their hair, scratch their scalp, making their eyes roll back and their mouth fall open. i giggle, teasing them, what, does it feel good? and all they can do is nod in response. i hum in appreciation as i playfully walk my fingers down their stomach until i reach their bulge- they knew what they were doing, coming over to my place packing- and i laugh when they moan, so loud and uninhibited, so needy, melting under my touch.

awww, sweetheart, i murmur in their ear. just relax, i’ll take care of you.

#blushing #intox #intox tw #alcohol tw #weed tw #butch sub #femme dom #happy 4/20 to all who celebrate 😘#dubcon tw #forced intox #cnc tw

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solarswonderland · 2 months

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pre-midlife crisis

genre: fluff

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gn!reader

wc: 0.5k

summary: a boring day

warnings: cursing, uno, attempted (cringe) humor

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“i’m telling you, there is no R, you lose.”

“are you kidding me? i’m sure you could add something!” sunghoon complained.

“i already added a belt, 5 earrings, a fanny pack, and an extra arm. what more do you want from me?” you deadpan at your boyfriend.

he sighed in defeat.

“i don’t like hangman anymore.”

“because you lose?” you asked him, stifling your laughter.

“shut up...” he mumbles, grabbing a slice of pizza.

“ok what about we play a different game, like…” you dug through your closet. “...scrabble?”

“another word game? it's like you want me to be miserable!” sunghoon whined, stuffing his face into a pillow.

“ok, ok…what about rock-paper-scissors?” you asked him, grabbing a cheeto from the bowl next to you.

“basic ass bitch.” he mumbled with his head still stuffed in the pillow.

you threw a cheeto at him, “then you choose the game! don’t attack me cause youre bad at everything.”

“bad at everything? wanna have a dance battle?” he raised his eyebrows in question, with a smirk on his face.

“i can barely walk straight, i am not dancing.”

“i can teach you.”

“so that i embarrass myself and you laugh at my misery? no, thank you.” you shudder.

“i swear i wont laugh. just let me teach you!” he said, dramatically falling at your feet.

you sighed. “alright then, but one wrong move and you're dead.”

“no no- put your leg here then- NO not there- put it here then kick forward and dro- NO YOURE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF-”

you plopped on the floor and lay down, breathing rapidly.

“i suck at dancing.”

“you really fucking do..” he deadpans at you, earning a slap on his head.

“youre the one that decided future perfect was a good beginner’s song.”

“...fair enough”

“so, now what?” you look at him from the floor.

he dug into his backpack and pulled out a deck of cards.

“what do you think about uno?” he asked.

“that never ends well...” you said hesitatingly.

“let's find out then…” he replied, shuffling the cards.

sunghoon places a colour change wild card.

“i change the colour to red!” he said.

you smiled.

“thank you, and sorry hoon.”

you placed a red +2 card.

sunghoon looked at you in defeat before placing a +4 card on top.

“hey you cant do that!” you complained.

“my game, my rules.” he said smugly.

“literally no one plays the game like that…”

“but i do!”

“it makes no sense! just pick two goddamn cards.” you said.

he huffed. “fine”

he picked up two cards.

you placed your last second card.

“uno!”

sunghoon looked at you as if you had just kidnapped his dog.

“+4???? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK OUR RELATIONSHIP???”

“no, im literally just better at this game than you are.”

“i give up.” he said, sulkingly throwing his cards in the air before lying on the floor, defeated.

just then, niki walked into the room.

“yo whats up with him?” he asked, pointing at sunghoon.

“hes going through a midlife crisis.” sunghoon’s head snapped up.

“its a PRE midlife crisis, thank you very much.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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The Duff 10

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

Every girl’s dream is to be swept off their feet. Curtis has all but bowled you over. He’s a whirlwind, tossing you around like a storm, never quite able to get your balance.

That day is no different than the one before. Once more, you find yourself at his mercy.

Your lashes flutter up at the billowing clouds as soft breaths escape your lips. A low moan slips free and your hands ball around the soft blanket beneath you. A growl rolls through your core as Curtis’ hand crawls up over your stomach.

You peek down at the bulge of his head beneath your skirt. You’re consumed by his touch, by his fervent affection. You can hardly recall how it got to this. How you so quickly folded to his will.

His other hand stretches along the outside of your thigh and he pushes your leg against his head. He hums as he laps at you eagerly, toying with you, wrapping you around his tongue as he chases you closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back, your back arches, and your nerves scatter in a sudden eruption.

Your hips twitch as you cum. You tilt your pelvis as you ride out the high and he eases you down with the slow swirl of his tongue. He purrs as he tastes your delight, basking in it as he lingers under your skirt. His hand lazily kneads your chest and his breath clouds beneath the tent of fabric.

He raises his head and the skirt falls away, exposing your warmth to the cool air. He drags his hand down to your stomach and you flinch. He lifts himself as he licks his lips, breathless as he wipes the rough stubble around his mouth. Another deep rumble rises in his chest.

“Hey, bunny,” he smirks as he sits back on his heels, “you doin’ good?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, dizzy and sleepy from the sun and his affection. You nod as your arms shake and you hang your head back as you try to catch your breath. He gives an amused cluck and pulls down your skirt, covering your thighs as he raises himself on his knees.

“I’ll hold onto these,” he scoops up your panties from the blanket and bunches them in his fist.

“Curtis,” you shove yourself up, “no–”

“It’s fine, baby, our little secret,” he tucks them into his pocket as you push your legs together.

He looks around and grabs the bottle of wine, putting it back in the basket. You can only watch as he starts to pack up. Is that all? He brought you out here for that and now what? You go home and wait until the next time he wants some fun?

“We’ll get this all tidied up and then have our walk. I wanna show you my favourite spot up here,” he says.

You nod and fight to get to your knees. Your whole body buzzes in the afterglow of his touch. A sliver of guilt trickles in as you’re reminded of your previous wariness. He’s done all this for you and hasn’t asked for anything in return.

You help wrap up the leftovers and set them inside the basket. He offers his hand as you try to stand and you let him lift you up. The effortlessness of his strength both amazes and frightens you. He’s much stronger than you expect.

You take one side of the blanket and he takes the other. You fold it up and place it over the basket. He takes the remnants of the picnic to the car as you sway listlessly in the field, watching a bird on the horizon.

“Come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you forward, “river’s this way.”

You let him guide you across the plain and towards the sparse treeline. The scatter of trees is deceptive. A whole forest emerges past the initial speckling of thin trunks. Your heart flips as you wonder how he knows about this place. You shrug off the curiosity; you’re no hiker so you suppose you just never had reason to seek these things out.

You admire the full white petals and the tall willow reeds. The air smells rich and vibrant, like cedar and pollen. Curtis’s certainty reassures you as you get deeper and deeper. You hear the steady ripple ahead and a sudden dampness nips at your cheeks. You come in sight of the river as he finally stops you.

“Wow,” you peer into the clear water, the silt beneath almost magnified by the pristine layer above, “it’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” He lets go of your hand, only to touch the small of your back, “peaceful, too. Sometimes… I find the city too busy.”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” you say as you lean slightly to watch a frog kick through the water and hop up onto a flat stone, “it’s nice to just get away.”

You admire the pale greens and the spectrum of wildflowers across the far shore. Trees line the ground like sentinels but between them, you see the hint of something else. Wooden siding and a painted door. You squint and step closer to the water to be sure you’re seeing clearly.

“What’s that?” You point to the shrouded structure.

Curtis steps up beside you and rubs between your shoulders. He leans over to kiss the side of your head.

“That’s mine,” he says, “wanna see?”

“What?” You look at him. “You mean…”

“Yeah, made a few smart investment,” he explains, “come on. You’re gonna love it.”

“I…” you hesitate and peek up at the sky. It’s hard to gauge the time as clouds curtain the sun, threatening to spill down in a grey foreboding, “what time is it?”

“We have time,” he insists as his hand wraps around your wrist, “come on, bunny.”

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #series #the DUFF

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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I absolutely love the el!hughes series can you do a blurb of Jack and the team/ Hughes family finding out reader is in labor if not that is totally ok. Have a great day!!

i wasn’t sure how to write the devils finding out y/n is in labor because i already kinda knew how jack would find out and it didn’t match up with the team finding out, so i apologize and i hope you still like this! i might write another blurb in third person pov with the devils on call with jack and finding out!

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i wasn’t even awake yet when my water broke. in fact, i woke up on wet sheets and to dull pain in my back and lower abdomen.

the baby isn’t due for another week, so immediately i assume that it’s braxton hicks contractions and that i accidentally peed myself while i slept, as i’ve heard it can happen to pregnant women.

i rise from the bed, deep breathing through my pain as i change the bed sheets, just glad Jack was at morning skate and wouldn’t be privy to my embarrassment.

padding down the hallway, i throw the old sheets in the washer before making my way back to Jack and i’s room and into the en suite bathroom. turning the shower water on warm, i strip my pajamas, determined to power through the pain.

it’s not long into my shower that i hear Jack enter the bathroom, obviously home from morning skate.

“hey, how was skate?” i ask him through glass shower walls while i rinse the conditioner out of my hair.

“it was good. i think we’ve got a high chance of beating them tonight.” he tells me. through the foggy glass i can see him sit on the bathroom counter top, not an unusual occurrence, as Jack often sits in here and converses with me while i shower.

“mother of hell!” i curse, grabbing at my bump as i hunch over in pain.

“woah, you okay? what’s wrong?” Jack jumps off the counter when i don’t respond, ripping the shower door open to look at me.

“it’s just braxton hicks. i’m fine, i just need to drink some water and put my feet up.” i tell him, turning off the shower water. he hands me my towel as i step out and holds me by my arm as i walk into our bedroom.

“are you sure? maybe we should go to the hospital.” he’s panicked, his words fast.

“seriously, Jacky, i’m okay. it’s my body, i think i would know if i was in labor.”

i get dressed as normal, Jack watching me worriedly as i do so, before making my way to the kitchen to eat some breakfast.

in the midst of pouring my cereal, the pain gets worse, and it’s at this moment when i decide that maybe i’m wrong. the pains aren’t as spaced out anymore, it’s possible i could be in labor. maybe it was actually my water breaking and i didn’t wet the bed. however, i refuse to go to the hospital before i can eat.

sitting at the table, i call out to my husband in between bites.

“Jack?”

“yeah, babe?” he’s sitting on the couch with Luke, watching Top Gun when he replies, his eyes never even leaving the screen.

“you should call your mom.” i tell him.

“hmm? why?” he keeps the same distracted tone, never looking away from the movie.

“because i’m in labor.”

“oh okay.” i can’t help but laugh, he obviously didn’t hear me or wasn’t paying enough attention. but Luke definitely did because he suddenly sits up straight on the couch, his head snapping to look over at me as he smacks Jack on the chest.

“ow, what?” Jack groans, finally tearing his eyes from the tv to look at his brother.

“you wanna ask your wife to repeat what she just said? because you obviously weren’t listening.” Luke says, nodding over to me. Jack turns to look at me as i shovel the last bite into my mouth.

“sorry, babe. what did you say?”

“i said you should call your mom.” i respond.

“yeah, i heard that. but, why?” he furrows his brows at me as i put my bowl in the sink, rinsing it out.

“because i’m in labor.” i repeat. his eyes grow wide as he shoots up from the couch.

“oh my god. do we have everything? did we even finish packing the hospital bag? we’re having a baby, holy shit.”

i’m about to speak up, but Luke beats me to it.

“bro, calm the fuck down! just take Lovie to the hospital. if there’s anything missing from the bag, i can bring it. just go!”

Jack nods, ushering me towards the front door as he grabs the hospital bag from our bedroom.

it doesn’t even seem like he’s calmed down once we arrive to the hospital. we sit in the waiting room for no longer than fifteen minutes before getting taken back to a private room. doctors and nurses rotate out of the room for a good hour before we’re finally able to relax.

“i should probably call my parents now? right?” he asks, sitting down on a small couch in the room. i nod, breathing through a contraction.

he calls Ellen. the phone rings a few times before the call connects and Jack switches it onto speaker.

“hey, sweetheart! you ready for your game?” she asks him.

“oh shit, i still need to call coach.” he looks over at me like a deer in headlights.

“what, honey? what do you mean?” Ellen chimes over the phone.

“uh, Lovie’s in labor, mom.”

“what?! i told your dad we should’ve come this week instead of next!” she chides. “how is y/n feeling? are you guys at the hospital yet?”

“she’s-” Jack looks back over to asses me and i give him a thumbs up. “good. she says she’s fine. yeah, we got here about an hour ago.”

“okay! i’m glad she’s feeling okay! your dad and i will be on the next flight we can get out there!”

“okay. i’ll see you then, mom. i gotta let coach know i can’t play tonight, so i gotta go.”

“okay, bye honey! see you as soon as i can!”

Jack sighs after he hangs up, holding his head in his hands.

“we’re gonna be parents.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

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perfect-angel-boy · 5 months

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Smoking on my Ex Pack

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Was listening to SZA and smoking and got an idea. No warnings rly… umm some suggestive content, mostly just fluff, reader gets called a hoe by a shitty ex bf, best friend!mike, friends to lovers, pining, it’s cute and I’m proud of it

“Whatever, you’re a hoe anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, you fuckin bum,” you rolled your eyes as you finished packing another bowl, “delete my number.” You sighed as you hung up, unable to believe that you had wasted nearly an entire year on such a loser.

Your best friend, Mike, sat across from you in your living room, falling backwards with laughter. “I tried to tell you about him, bro.”

“Shut up, dork. I don’t wanna fuckin hear it.”

He over-dramatically wiped his eyes, sitting back up. “I really am sorry though. Breakups are rough.”

You put the bowl to your lips, taking a hit and exhaling before responding, “is it, like, fucked up that I’m not really that sad about it? It’s like, almost a full eleven months with this guy and I don’t even feel like crying. If anything I’m relieved.”

Taking the bowl from you, he nodded, “yeah?”

“Yeah, dude,” you run your hands down your face, “being with him was like being somebody’s fucking mom. Like, we’re fully in our twenties and I have to remind you to wash your fucking ass? Grow up.”

This set Mike laughing hysterically again, “no way he didn’t wash his ass. How come you never shared this with me before?”

“Because I thought that I loved him, and I knew what you’d say.”

“What? That I was right and you should’ve dumped him a long time ago?” He had a smug look on his face as you reached over to snatch the bowl back from him.

“Yeah, exactly, you fuckin dick.” You laughed, too, your shoulders gently shaking as you lifted the bowl to your lips.

“Well, since your relieved, let’s celebrate.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, curious, “what’d you have in mind?”

“I can see if Vanessa can keep Abby for the night, we can get high as shit and watch all of your favorite movies?” He posed it as a question, raising an eyebrow back at you.

You broke into a grin, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He smiled back at you before getting his phone out and calling Vanessa as you moved to your dvd shelf to pick out what your first watch of the night would be.

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Nearly five hours had passed, it was now 10:00 pm, and you and Mike hadn’t moved in at least an hour. The two of you were sunken comfortably into the couch, passing a joint he’d rolled between the two of you. The Craft was playing and you were reciting it word for word. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you exhaled smoke and then picked up on the next line, “you know in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven… they would kill her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Mike’s eyes were glued to your side profile. He was mesmerized with the way the tv light highlighted your silhouette in the darkness. He kept telling himself that it was just because he was high that he was so captivated with you, but he knew that it was more than that; he always felt this way around you. It was like his insides were all soft moldable goop and you could twist them into whatever shape your little heart desired, and you didn’t even know that you were doing it.

Without removing your eyes from the screen, you asked, “wanna order a pizza or something?”

Mike hummed in response and you rolled your eyes, assuming that he was simply ignoring you. You turned your head to face him and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw his eyes trained on you.

“Mike?” You reached out, snapping in front of his face.

This seemingly broke him out of whatever weed-induced trance that he was in, as he blinked, suddenly sitting up straighter. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You good, bro? You were completely spaced out. How long were you like that?”

He took the joint from you, his cheeks turning red as he dodged your eyes, “uh, I don’t know.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?” You scooted closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. You grew more concerned when he seemed to stop breathing at your touch. “Mike? You good?”

He let out a breath, nodding as he tried to appear more relaxed than he felt. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught staring at you. “I’m good, just zoned out I guess.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, getting comfortable in your new spot beside him on the already small couch. “Okay, just don’t freak me out like that again. You looked possessed.”

He felt possessed, but he didn’t say that out loud, instead trying to get comfortable again. As he tried to get comfortable again, he couldn’t help but notice how close you were to him. Since when did you being so close make his heart beat like this? He was worried that if you got any closer, you’d hear it. Of course you just had to lean in closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Stop hogging the jay, dickhead.” You were whispering now, though you didn’t really know why.

He whispered back, “sorry,” passing it to you. Your fingers brushed and for a second neither of you moved.

After a moment, you took it from him finally, inhaling deeply. As you exhaled you began to cough, laughing through it as Mike rubbed your back, asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got weak ass lungs I guess.”

He let out a small laugh at that, taking the joint from you and taking a hit.

You leaned back into him, smiling up at him as you rested your head against his shoulder, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here for me, no matter what. I love you,” you said, grabbing the joint back from him, killing it.

There you fucking go again, he couldn’t help but think, twisting around all of his most vital organs, molding them into whatever you felt, and you didn’t even realize that he was putty in your hands. “I love you, too.” You had no idea how much he meant that.

“Awe man,” you muttered under your breath as you looked back at the screen, noticing that the movie was almost over. You’d been so caught up in Mike’s little moment that you’d missed so much of what was arguably one of your top five favorite movies.

“What’s up?” Mike asked, his eyes focused back on you, laced with confusion.

“Movie’s almost over, missed like, some of my favorite parts just now,” you grumbled, upset.

“Oh, sorry,” Mike responded, sounding like he was about to zone out again.

He felt lightheaded, and he was trying to convince himself that it was the weed and not the feeling of you leaned against him, curled up and wrapping both of your arms around one of his. He could smell your shampoo and coffee and weed and everything that made up you and he felt intoxicated by the scent. His head was swimming with thoughts of you. You laughing and smiling, the way your lips wrapped around a blunt, what you’d look like wrapping your lips around him.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, letting out a laugh that made him smile, still a little daze, “what?”

“You’re staring again,” you giggled, resting your hand on his cheek, more laughter slipping out as you feel it get warm under your palm.

“Am I?” He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“Yes, doofus,” you said.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly you were pressed against him, hands tangling in his curly hair as you pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, the credits starting in the background.

He pulled away first. “Shit, sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, reaching out for him.

“For kissing you,” he rushed out, “you just broke up with your boyfriend and I’m your best friend and I should be comforting you not taking advantage of you being vulnerable-“

“Mike,” you tried to interject.

“I’ll leave if you want, god I’m such a dumbass-“

“Mike!” You clapped your hand over his mouth. “Shut up for once in your life. Please?” You groaned in disgust as he licked your palm, moving it from his mouth before continuing. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Unless your apologizing for stopping.”

“Oh?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, dipshit. I’ve only been waiting for you to do that for about five years now. And you’re not ‘taking advantage of me.’ I’m not ‘vulnerable.’ Right now I’m mostly just high and horny and a little annoyed at you for being such an idiot, and-“

You were cut off by Mike’s lips crashing into yours, the two of you falling back into the couch as you let out a small squeal. Then you felt it, Mike’s fingers tickling at your hips. “Mike!”

He pulled back, grinning at you like a chesire cat, “I’m an idiot?”

His fingers didn’t let up as you began to let out shriek-like giggles. “Yes, you are,” you forced out between laughs, “now unhand me!”

“Unhand you?” He laughed, his hands resting on your hips, “what are you, a fuckin medieval knight?”

You laughed, too, slowly catching your breath, “don’t make me knee you in the balls.”

He looked down at you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, you’re in the perfect spot for me to knee you in the balls right now.” You smirked up at him.

He smiled, moving one hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, “please don’t knee me in the balls.”

You found yourself whispering again, “what’s in it for me if I don’t?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again.

#mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf mike #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt fanfic

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where scary movies count as a date. And your girlfriend counts as a distraction.

Or the eleventh installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, Omegaverse, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz!pack prequel, pack!prequel, prequel series, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz fluff, fluff, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, abo, alpha beta omega

Genre: Fluff

Title: Dire Straights

“Stop drooling all over my carpet.”

Minho bumps his hip against yours with enough force to pull a glare from you, one eyebrow cocked, an amused smirk on his lips, full popcorn bowl held loosely in his hands.

“I am not drooling.” You retort back, sticking your tongue out at him, although you know the gaze you’d leveled on Felix and Hyunjin up until a few moments ago was a little too intense to just be called ‘casual.’

They just smelled really, really good together, okay?

Sharp lemon against the backdrop of soft, sugary vanilla-

You shake your head to physically clear your wandering thoughts and glance back to Minho, who is still watching you with something akin to smug triumph on his pretty features, lit up by the meager light from the lamp and the paused TV.

“Shut up.” You snap out, though you know it’s basically an admittance of defeat. “If you wanna talk about drooling, address the obvious elephant in the room.”

You nod your head in Changbin’s direction, sitting in the corner of the couch, one arm slung along the back, watching with intense, focused interest as Seungmin talks quietly to him, probably explaining something sciency if you’d have to guess, judging by the excited motions of the beta’s hands.

“Oh my god, more popcorn.”

Jisung appears suddenly at Minho’s shoulder, plunging his hand unceremoniously into the once again full bowl, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he glances between the two of you.

His cheeks puff full of food, like a chipmunk, and you resist the urge to coo over him.

“What’re you guys talking about over here?”

Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes, moving the bowl out of Jisung’s reach as he tries to steal another full hand of popcorn, the beta pouting as he lets his chin drop to the alpha’s shoulder in defeat.

“Drooling.”

“Gross.” Jisung makes a face, wrinkling his nose up in an altogether adorable motion. “Not kink shaming or anything, but spit? Not exactly my thing. No thanks.”

“I’m not afraid of getting wet and messy.” You remark, leaning against the wall next to Minho now, stealing a piece of popcorn before he can notice. You shrug, giving Jisung a slight smirk and a cock of your brow. “Wanna try it out sometime, Sungie? Maybe I can change your mind.”

“Yeah, Sungie.” Minho grins, teeth sharp, and chucks the obviously disgusted beta under his chin affectionately. “Let her spit on you.”

“God, no. I’d rather listen to Hyunjin talk about art shit for three hours.”

Your gaze slides across the room to Changbin, leaning in closer to Seungmin now, into their shared space, a slight smile on his lips as he says something in a low tone for only the beta to hear.

You don’t miss the slight blush that comes across the arch of Seungmin’s cheekbones, reddening the tips of his ears.

“I bet Changbin would let Seungmin spit on him.” You snicker beneath your breath, and Jisung chokes on the next handful of popcorn he has just inhaled.

Minho slaps him on the back until he stops coughing, his eyes streaming and his face blotchy and red.

“Oh my god, you’re right.”

“Hyung!” Hyunjin whines from his spot on the couch, snuggled up against Felix’s side, the other omega playing carefully with his hair. He makes grabby hands at Minho. “Hurry up with the popcorn, would you?”

Minho rolls his eyes.

“Try to tell me what to do one more time, Hwang Hyunjin. See what happens.”

Despite his threat, the other alpha moves toward the omega duo anyway, popcorn bowl outstretched.

Hyunjin grins sweetly and thanks him and Minho looks like he’s just lost a battle in a greater war.

You settle back down into the adjacent couch, pulling Jisung along with you, and shove a handful of warm popcorn into your mouth as you glance at the running movie with limited interest.

“God, this movie is boring.” Jisung complains around his own mouthful of popcorn, rolling his eyes so violently you swear you hear them bounce around his skull.

You giggle, reaching down for more popcorn, and glance from the corner of your eye at the beta, who looks utterly and entirely uninvested in the current plight of the heroine on the tv screen.

“You picked it.”

Jisung sighs dramatically, heavily, and slings an arm around your shoulders. The smell of clean laundry envelops you in a heavenly wave.

“I know. But I can’t be faulted for my past mistakes.”

You pick up another piece of popcorn, and Jisung opens his mouth wide in response, raising his brows and widening his eyes in a silent plea for you to feed him.

You roll your eyes, but do it anyway, popping the piece of popcorn into his open mouth as he snaps his teeth shut around the kernel and chews happily for a few moments.

“Seriously, Sungie, you’re such a baby.”

“Yeah, your baby.” He teases, leaning into your space, nuzzling his nose into your neck, making you flinch ticklishly, even as you laugh and squirm beneath his weight.

“Gross.” You quip back his words from earlier, biting down a grin as you reach up to tug playfully at his hair. “Not to kink shame or anything, but sappy words of endearment? Not really my thing.”

“Guess you’ll just have to get used to it.” Jisung retorts right back, leaning back to look at you now, his nose scrunching as he gives you a giant heart shaped grin. “I’m nothing if not a smooooooth talker, doll. Ask Minho-hyung.”

You glance toward Minho, settled down beside Hyunjin, and part your lips, as if you’re actually going to ask him like Jisung said, and the beta lets out a yelp and slaps a palm over your mouth, muffling your instant laughter.

“On second thought, don’t ask him. He’s not gonna tell you the truth anyway.”

“Okay, okay.” You laugh out, voice muffled against his skin, and when he doesn’t immediately remove his hand from your lips, you chance a nip to his palm, taking a chunk of his muscle in between your teeth and biting-not hard enough to hurt, but insistent enough to be felt.

Jisung yelps again and pulls his hand back from your mouth like he’s been burned, shooting you a petulant glare as he rubs at the offended skin dramatically.

“Damn, noona. I hope you’ve had your rabies shot.”

“I have not.” You tease back, leaning toward him and snapping your teeth near his throat, even as he yelps once more and scrabbles to get away from you, effeciently boxing himself in against the corner of the couch. “The vet couldn’t find the time to fit me in, sadly. Same situation with the flea problem, unfortunately.”

“Ha. Ha.” Jisung fake laughs, shooting you a glare that lacks any sort of real bite. “You and Minho-hyung think you’re so funny-”

“We are funny.” You protest, leaning in closer to him once more, the scent of laundry suddenly filling your nose in a way that has saliva gathering behind your very back teeth. “Tell me I’m funny, Sungie. Go on.”

“I would rather listen to Changbin-hyung flirt with Seungmin for an hour straight.”

“Brave words.” You muse beneath your breath, letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, and you can tell, by the way Jisung presses back against the couch behind him, that he’s suddenly on edge-nostrils flaring, pupils widening and darkening. “You know, you talk a big game, baby. Care to see if you can actually play it?”

The air smells cold now-like a light frost on the very edge of a winter morning.

The movie drones on in the background, long since forgotten.

Finally, Jisung swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, and manages to get halfway to a halfhearted scowl.

“I’m not letting you spit on me, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“You’re no fun.”

*******

You’re in the kitchen several hours later, refilling your glass with cheap box wine-some cupcake flavored pink shit you’re sure Hyunjin picked out-when Seungmin appears.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye as he sets the empty popcorn bowl in the sink, and then turn to lean against the counter, staring him down fully now as you take a long sip of your drink.

It’s overly sweet for your taste, but you’re just buzzed enough that the flavor itself doesn’t matter too much anymore.

For a poor college student, wine is wine.

“So. You like Changbin, huh?”

The bold question holds less curiosity than it does open smugness.

Seungmin glances at you, head tilted-looking way too cute and way too puppy like for your currently inebriated heart-and the corner of his mouth lifts, just barely, into the start of a small smile.

“Yeah. He’s cool.”

“He hasn’t shut up about you since the study group.” You complain with harried amusement, rolling your eyes and biting back a smile. “I’m glad he finally got the nerve to ask you out properly.”

Seungmin arches a dark brow. “Does it really count as a date though if we’re simply watching scary movies in his current boyfriend’s living room?”

“Sounds weird when you put it that way.” You wrinkle your nose in slight distaste. “But yeah. For Changbin, it definitely does. He doesn’t usually do things very conventionally.”

“I mean-” Seungmin grins now, white teeth on display for the briefest of moments. “-he did stalk you before you ever went out. So. I see what you mean.”

“And you didn’t believe me!” You point out, waving a wild finger in front of his nose, as the beta laughs beneath his breath.

“You sounded batshit crazy.”

“I know. So you’ve told me. Multiple times.”

A comfortable silence falls over the kitchen as your laughter dies down, and you take another long sip of your wine as the muted sounds of the current movie choice of the movie marathon wafts through the open doorway from the living room.

Seungmin taps his finger on the counter along to the background music, and suddenly, you have a thought.

Maybe it’s not the brightest thing to ask, but hey, the cupcake wine is starting to make you feel warm and hazy and altogether less inhibited than you were before.

To hell with it.

“You like Changbin.” You reiterate, and Seungmin glances at you sidelong, blankly, as if wondering why you’re restating something he already confirmed.

You take in a breath and plow onward, swirling the last bit of wine in your glass, watching the way the pink liquid sparkles and spins instead of the way the beta beside you is currently staring you down like you’re an idiot.

“Do you like me? Like that?”

There is silence, and you feel your heart in your throat.

Because maybe you’ve never considered Seungmin as anything but a study buddy, maybe a friend, but this, this is uncharted territory and you’re suddenly so nervous you could throw up.

“No.”

Your head jerks up and he’s watching you, face unreadable and serious, eyes dark, and something inside of you dies a little at his blunt return.

You admire him-the way he always says what he’s thinking, the way he doesn’t spew bullshit-but it hurts a little, stings a lot, and you swallow before you manage to speak again.

“Oh-okay. Cool. Just thought I’d ask.”

You scuff your toe along Minho’s tile, and try to imagine him making Jisung scrub it clean with a toothbrush.

“But-” Seungmin speaks again, his tone softer this time, and you manage to make yourself look at him, his eyes gentler now, his face just as serious. “I think I could like you like that.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking thoughtful now. “If I gave myself the chance.”

Suddenly, your heart rights itself in your chest and you can breathe again.

“Okay. Cool.” You repeat dumbly, stupidly, biting back a smile, and Seungmin chuckles.

“You already said that.”

“Dude. Do you really have to pick apart my flaws right now?”

Seungmin grins, cocking his head, and the puppy side of him resurfaces. You force yourself to stay cool, even though you suddenly have the intense urge to squeeze and pinch his cheeks.

“Ah yes. Changbin mentioned the ‘dude’ thing. Said he really hates it when you use it as a term of endearment.”

“It’s not a term of endearment. I do it strictly to annoy him. Now when I call him that, it’s meant to be an insult. I’m gonna have to clear that up immediately.”

Seungmin grins wider now.

“Whatever you say. I think it’s cute, dude.”

“Shut up.”

********

“Did you have fun with Seungmin last night?” Hyunjin teases, as he carefully smooths the face mask over the bridge of Changbin’s nose, patting it into place.

“Did you have fun with Felix last night?” Changbin retorts in return, shutting up as soon as Hyunjin tuts and slaps his shoulder, fixing the slipping face mask back into place once more.

“I did, thank you.” Hyunjin sniffs, before sitting back and admiring his handiwork for a moment, before swiveling to face you. “C’mere. Your turn.” You lean toward him, and he begins to delicately place your own face mask into place, the sweet smell of strawberries filling the air as he does so, the gel of the mask settling coolly and deliciously over your skin.

Hyunjin’s fingers are gentle as they smooth the mask down carefully, rubbing across your cheek bones and down your jaw, and you bite back an affectionate smile as you say, careful not to jostle his handiwork, “I’m still shocked you lasted the whole scary movie marathon.”

“Yeah.” Changbin grunts, rolling over on his stomach and reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “You never do that with us.” “Felix was scared. I had to be the brave one.” Hyunjin retorts, finishing with your mask and sitting back on his hands, shooting you both a glare. “When I’m with the two of you, I can be as much of a little bitch as I want, because I know you’ll protect me.”

“Ah, baby.” You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he dodges easily, swatting your hand away. “That’s sweet. Hand me the nail polish.”

Hyunjin leans around Changbin-currently engrossed looking at something on his phone-and places the bottle of bright orange nail polish into your outstretched palm.

You glance down at the shade-Neon Sunset-and hold out your other hand without looking up until Hyunjin places his fingers into your own.

“Pretty.” You remark on the color, before you begin to carefully apply the bright nail polish to Hyunjin’s perfectly manicured nails.

Changbin glances up from his phone and to the bottle in your hand, and makes a dramatic show of covering his eyes, squinting between his fingers as he glances at Hyunjin.

“God, that’s bright.”

“I’m going for memorable and unforgettable, darling.”

“I don’t think you need orange nail polish for that, baby. Your overwhelming personality is enough.”

Hyunjin makes a move to lunge toward the nonplussed alpha, and you giggle, pinning his fingers in place, even as you squawk, “Don’t move! You’re gonna make me mess up!”

Hyunjin settles back down beside you, and Changbin grins, hiding behind his phone screen once more.

There is silence as you concentrate, painting the rest of Hyunjin’s nails, except for Changbin’s quiet typing in the background, and the soft music Hyunjin had picked playing over the speaker in the corner of the room, and eventually, Hyunjin asks conversationally, drowsily, “Is that hyung?”

Changbin blows out a harsh breath and nods, reaching up to rake a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah. He won’t shut up about this project we’re supposed to be doing.”

“Hyung as in Chan right?” You ask off handedly, finishing up Hyunjin’s nails and putting the polish away, as the omega blows on them carefully.

“That’s the one.”

“He’s from Australia.” Hyunjin adds, glancing at you, as he arches a brow and grins wickedly. “His accent is stupid. But don’t tell him I told you that.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“You wouldn’t dare, hyung.”

Changbin rolls his eyes and types out another response, before tossing his phone to the side and sighing, flopping heavily onto his back as he throws an arm over his eyes.

“God, he’s a slave driver.”

You glance at your boyfriend with slight sympathy, and reach out to pat the meaty muscle of his thigh in a show of support.

“I’ve never met him, but he sounds terrible.”

“That’s the thing-” Changbin sits up suddenly, throwing his hands out, a look of utter irritation splayed across his features. “-he’s not! He’s like, the nicest guy I’ve ever met-not to mention, he’s an actual genius when it comes to producing-so I can’t hate him, no matter how hard I try. He just-” Changbin blows out another breath through his teeth, clenching his fingers into fists in frustration. “-is apparently allergic to sleep and takes on the workload of four people and never, ever stops?”

“Yikes.”

“He’s also really pretty.” Hyunjin points out, inspecting his nails and picking at some polish that has rubbed off on his skin. He glances up between you and Changbin in the silence, meeting the other alpha’s disbelieving stare head on. “What? He is. The one time I met him, I’m pretty sure I swooned like one of those ladies in an old timey film.”

“One time.” Changbin replies helplessly, as if he can’t believe Hyunjin had been that taken the first and only time he had met his department buddy.

Hyunjin shrugs. “Like recognizes like, hyung.”

You grin. “So you think you’re pretty?”

Hyunjin huffs. “Baby, I know I’m pretty.”

You lean toward him and kiss his cheek, face mask and all.

“The prettiest.”

*******

The moment you enter Changbin’s dorm, your hackles immediately rise.

Rain.

Why does it smell like rain?

You set your backpack down beside the door cautiously, every inch of you on high alert, and kick off your shoes as silently as possible, before you creep into the kitchen.

Hyunjin glances up from his spot at the table with slight disinterest at your entrance, his phone held loosely between long fingers, a cheeto halfway to his lips.

“Why do you look like you’re ready to start a fight?”

“You don’t smell that?” You ask, keeping your voice low, eyes scanning the kitchen for anything out of place, as you sink into the chair beside him, body still stiff.

Hyunjin gives you a funny look, before he stuffs the cheeto into his mouth and finishes his message to Felix before clicking off his phone with a sigh.

Suddenly, understanding dawns in the dark of his eyes.

“Oh, the rain thing? That’s just Chan-hyung.”

Your wolf perks its ears at the name, but you feel confusion sweep across your face at his words.

“Chan-?”

“Oh, hey.”

Changbin enters the kitchen, glancing at the two of you, before he heads straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of gatorade and chugging it in one fell swoop.

He swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, and meets your leveled gaze with a raised brow.

“Your scent is all weird.”

“My scent?” You quip back, pinching your nose teasingly, forcing your nervous wolf farther back down into the pit of your stomach. “You smell like a dumpster.”

Changbin rolls his eyes. “I just got back from the gym. Sue me.”

He tosses the empty bottle into the trash and you track his movements as he moves to the table to steal a handful of Hyunjin’s cheetos.

The omega doesn’t even notice, nose buried back into his phone once more, probably texting Felix again.

“Why does your apartment smell like that?” You query, trying to keep your voice level and your wolf under control.

“Like what?” Confusion crosses Changbin’s face, and then something clicks into place as you watch. “Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Chan’s here.”

“Why?”

Changbin looks caught off guard by the defensive question, reaching up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck as he fumbles over his words.

“He went to the gym with me. Now we’re gonna order some takeout and hole up in my room for the rest of the night, try and finish that stupid project he can’t seem to let go of.”

“He actually wants to hook the two of you up, if we’re being honest.” Hyunjin states boredly, glancing up from his phone long enough to throw Changbin an exasperated look, before he’s back to furiously typing, stuffing another cheeto in his mouth.

“What?”

The scent of frost sharpens significantly, and Changbin holds up his hands, as if to thwart any murderous attack you might throw in his direction.

“Okay, look, it’s not quite like that-”

“What is it like then? Hm, Seo Changbin?” You question in a dangerously low voice, rising from the table, as you stare him down, pinning him against the refrigerator with your eyes alone.

“Hyunjin-” Changbin pleads, but the omega simply waves a hand in the alpha’s direction.

“You got yourself into this, figure it out. Told you she’d be mad.”

You stalk toward your boyfriend, who looks increasingly more afraid by the moment.

“Okay, look-” Changbin tries again, voice wavering slightly, as you come to stand right in front of him now, toe to toe, expression murderous. “I just thought, that maybe, if hyung had someone in his life, you know, someone special, maybe he’d lay off me a little, let me breathe, take it easy every once and awhile.”

Your wolf growls, low and menacing, and it starts to rumble in the back of your throat.

The scent of rain is making your insides twitch and your skin itchy.

“So you offered me-and my pussy-up as tribute? That really sounded like a good idea to you?”

Changbin audibly gulps.

“Fuck. Okay, when you put it like that, it sounds bad-”

“He doesn’t know if he’s into men.” Hyunjin offers helpfully, gleefully, watching the two of you with open smug amusement from the kitchen table now. “So he figured what college guy doesn’t want to bang a hot chick? Especially one as hot as you, noona.”

“Thank you, Hyunjin.” You acknowledge the convoluted compliment over your shoulder, before facing Changbin once more, lips pulled back into a scowl. “I’m going to kill you. I’m literally going to murder you-”

The sound of footsteps in the hallway, and then the smell of rain, of damp earth, is almost overwhelming, and your wolf snarls warningly.

A man you don’t recognize appears in the open doorway of the kitchen, still toweling off damp hair, a music department hoodie that’s a mirror of your alpha boyfriend’s-the one Hyunjin currently wears-slung over broad shoulders.

Changbin looks nothing short of relieved.

“Hyung.” He slips past you before you can make good on your promise, and slaps a hand down on the other man’s shoulder, grinning broadly, if not a little shakily. “Look who just got here. This is (Y/N).”

You do your best not to wrinkle your nose as the full wave of petrichor hits you and Chan offers his hand, smiling widely, white teeth a stark contrast to his copper skin.

“Chan. Nice to meet you.” You force a half smile onto your face and grit your teeth, slipping your palm into his for a brief, singular shake.

“Yeah. I’ve heard a lot.”

Changbin glances between the two of you hopefully, and when Chan turns to address Hyunjin, you level him with a glare caustic enough to peel paint.

You’re so dead, you mouth silently at the other alpha, and Changbin grimaces.

Chan turns back to you and you try-with little to no success-to ignore the way his now drying curls fall softly over his forehead, the broad slope of his nose, the cute little dimples that divot his cheeks.

God dammit, Hyunjin was right. He is really pretty.

“It’s honestly a pleasure to meet you. Changbin never stops talking about you guys, you know.”

Chan grins and cocks his head, eyes sparkling, and you tell yourself you’re not admiring the way the golden flecks in his caramel irises offset the ebony of his pupils, you’re not.

��Hm.” You hum back in confirmation beneath your breath, your skin still prickling with something akin to annoyance.

Hyunjin was also right about another thing.

His accent really is stupid.

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thorin-baby-bear · 1 year

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AHH! You write for Moonknight omg that’s amazing! I’ve been searching for a good Cg!Steven Grant and little!reader fic and your stuff is great!

If you don’t mind could I please request a fic where Steven comes home from work and is absolutely exhausted but still continues to play with the reader and watch tv even though he’s really close to falling asleep and the two end up napping together? Thank you :D !!

Hi there! I don't know if this is my best work, so if you would like anything different please feel free to shoot me an ask or a message! Regardless, I hope you enjoy :))

Nighty Knight

A Moonknight agere fic

Tags: Cg! Steven, Little!Reader, GN!Reader, references to The Princess Bride

Cw: A little bit of endangered reader as they climb on a counter top

“Papa!” You cried as Steven walked through the door. The bags in his hand were drooping low, full to the brim with groceries as he stumbled his way in. “Hi there love, you mind giving me a quick hand?” He chuckled, holding out one of the bags to you. You rushed over and grabbed the bag, running over to set it on the dining room table before rushing back to grab another and almost knocking Steven over in the process. “Whoa, slow down there little one, don’t wanna be takin’ a spill tonight.” He sighed, stretching slowly as he brought the last bag over.

“Mhm, sorry Papa, I’ll be more careful.” You said, bouncing up and down as you watched him start unpacking the bags. Steven had mostly gotten normal food things, probably just whatever he thought could fit in the fridge, but at the you saw an odd brown paper bag stuck in amongst the plastics. You reached out to grab it, feeling the paper curiously.

“Ah-ah,” Steven tisked, picking up the bag gently. “That’s for later, after we put away the food.”

You pouted and crossed your arms, watching as Steven placed the bag on a higher shelf he knew you couldn’t reach (as he had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it himself) and went back to putting away the groceries. He yawned, rubbing his eyes as he glanced at your pouty face. “You know, this could go twice as fast if you’d take some of this.” He gestured to the bags. You rolled your eyes, but there wasn’t any real annoyance as you grabbed a carton of eggs.

Steven was right, working together you were able to get everything packed neatly away, and Steven even pulled out a couple Ramen cups he had picked up for you both, as it was a comfort food for you both. You squealed in delight and hugged him tightly, giggling at his playful protest. “Oh, you’re crushing me love! You don’t know your own strength!” He cried before wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But two can play at this game!” You laughed harder as Steven lifted you up and spun you around in a circle, groaning a bit as his back cracked. He set you down gently on the counter, rubbing his back with a tired sigh and going to start up the ramen. You watched him putter around with wide eyes for a while before your mind turned back to the bag. You looked up and, seeing it now within reaching distance, began to lean towards it.

It was a normal, boring brown bag with brown tissue paper spilling messily out of the top, and you could just see something poking out of the top, something gold and soft and oh so tempting, if you could just get a little higher–

“Y/n, careful!” Steven said, his voice panicky as he saw you teetering dangerously on your knees. You looked back at him, caught red handed as he sighed and rubbed his eyes before walking over to help you down. “Go sit in the living room please, I’ll be right in.” You nodded and shuffled your way guiltily over to the living room, where a nature documentary had begun to play. You plopped down on the floor with your stuffies, picking them up and dancing them around halfheartedly as you waited for Steven to bring the Ramen.

Eventually Steven entered, hissing quietly as he rushed the hot bowls over to the coffee table. You scooted over, not making eye contact with him as you blew on your soup. After a few minutes of silence, Steven cleared his throat and reached across the table, gently resting on your hand as you wiggled uncomfortably. “It’s okay, love.” He murmured. “I’m not mad, I promise.” You glanced up at him and saw only honesty and worry in his eyes. “ ‘m sorry.” You said. “I jus’ wanted to see…” Steven rubbed your hand comfortingly. “I know baby, I just need you to be a bit more careful and talk to me, if you can. Does that sound fair?” You nodded, smiling up at your Papa, happy to have a fix for the issue.

After that dinner passed quickly, and Steven smiled as you sat patiently on the floor with your stuffies, smiling up at him. “My, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were waiting for something.” He teased. You giggled and nodded. Steven laughed and stood up, walking over to the shelf and pulling down that brown bag, shaking it at you as he brought it over. You grabbed it excitedly looking at him for permission before pulling the tissue paper out quickly and gasping. In the bag, a round, squishy hippo face stared back at you wearing an ornate golden headpiece. You lifted it out of the bag reverently and smiled at Steven with wide eyes.

“Taweret?” You asked. Steven nodded with a gentle grin. You laughed in happiness and pulled the stuffie tight to your chest, twisting back and forth energetically. You scurried over to your other stuffies and looked them over carefully before grabbing a big crocodile and scooting back to Steven, holding it out expectantly. Steven raised an eyebrow. “Is this for me?” You nodded, eyes bright. He looked at the stuffie hesitantly, tiredly, before shrugging and taking it. He moved over to your pile of stuffies and beckoned you to follow, setting the stuffies up neatly.

“Now, let’s see what these little guys are up to…”

The two of you played for a long time, setting up grand stories with funny voices as the sun got lower and lower in the sky and your yawns got deeper and deeper. Eventually, Steven sat back and stretched, looking at the clock with squinted eyes. “Oy, it’s late… Want to watch a movie before bed?” He asked as he stood. You nodded, rubbing your eyes sleepily and sinking deeper into your hoodie. Steven rifled through his dvds, taking a moment before eventually pulling out one that looked familiar. He put it in the player, picked you up and walked over to sit on the couch. You yawned again and wrapped your arms around his neck, whining a little as he repositioned himself to lay more comfortably with you on his stomach. The familiar opening scene of The Princess Bride flashed on the screen, and you smiled at the choice.

“Guess what, your grandfather’s here…”

Clutched against your chest, the Taweret plushie sat comfortably and comfortingly against your stomach and you hugged it even tighter. “Nigh’ nigh’ Papa…” You whispered. Steven kissed your forehead gently. “Good night, little one. I love you so much.” You cuddled down into the warmth and babbled sleepily.

You tried to stay awake for the whole movie, but with Steven rubbing your back and whispering facts about the movie in his quietest voice, you found yourself falling asleep before they even got to the epic sword fight between Inigo and Wesley. The soothing rumble of Steven’s voice under you was comforting, and before you knew it you were out for the count. You both slept late, sprawled out cuddling on the couch, snoring and comfortable as the movie played quietly in the background.

A/n: I don't know if it's my best work, but still; any chance to include The Princess Bride is a win for me lol

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Take A Break | Austin!Elvis x reader

Request from anonymous: I know you’re probably super busy, but if you can, I would love to see a little snippet of the reader taking care of AB!Elvis. It could take place early in his career when he was constantly driving all the time to cities and small towns. Like maybe he’s sick or something, and the reader is like, “You HAVE to take a break!” Maybe have her tag team Elvis with his momma. Again, just a little idea. 🥰 Thanks for reading!

Elvis gets sick after all the traveling to his shows, and it’s up to you and his mama to help him get better 🤍

a/n: Wanted to get this request out while I work on some other projects! This was such a cute one to write, thank you so much for the request darling!!

Word count: 855 (a little shorter than usual, sorry y’all!)

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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Let’s get one thing straight: You were incredibly proud of your boyfriend, of course you were. His career was taking off just like he’d always wanted and you couldn’t be happier. He was doing shows at an almost concerning frequency, though. Elvis had just gotten back from a show out in Bowling Green, yet not two days later he was already packed and ready to leave for another show in Knoxville.

You pulled up to Graceland, ready to send him off and wish him well like you always did. He claimed that you were his good luck charm, joking that if you didn’t come to see him off then the show would undoubtedly be a failure.

You knocked on the front door, and his mother opened it, a slightly worried look on her face. Your smile fades as you take in her countenance.

“Hi, Mrs. Presley, is everything alright?”

“Hi, darlin’,” she says, stepping aside to let you in, “I’m glad you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into him.” She leads you up to Elvis’s room as she explains, “He’s sick, yet he’s insistin’ on going to his show tonight! Poor boy doesn’t wanna disappoint the fans, but he’ll work himself to death at this rate.”

You sigh in understanding, “I’ve told him he needs to slow down and take breaks, but he loves performing so much… I’ll try to talk to him, see if I can do anything to help.”

She squeezes your hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to him right now, don’t mind me, alright?”

She opens his door to reveal your boyfriend bustling around his room, his guitar case and an open suitcase with clothes neatly folded inside sitting on his bed. He looks pale, you note worriedly, and your worry heightens as he turns and greets you.

“Y/N! Hey baby, thanks for comin’,” he grins, his voice scratchy, and as he comes over to hug you you notice he’s much warmer than usual.

“Elvis, what are you doing, you’re sick!” you frown, “You can’t be going off to do a show like this!”

“What? No I’m fine, baby,” he tries to assure you “I told Mama already, it’s just a little cold, it’ll be gone by the time I get there.”

“Elvis, I already told you I’m not gonna let you go off to a show in this state!” Gladys cries, moving his guitar case and suitcase off the bed, “You need to rest. You’ll reschedule your show, find another date.”

“Wha— Mama, I’m fine!” Elvis protests as she leads him over to lay down. “Y/N, please tell her I’m fine, this ain’t a big deal.” He turns to you beseechingly.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m with your mama on this one,” you say, “You can’t do a show like this. You’re doin’ too much, you need a break.” You plead as you sit down on the edge of the bed and smooth his hair back from where it’s sticking to his forehead.

He looks like he wants to protest again, but looking between you and Gladys, he relents. “Alright,” he sighs, “I’ll ask the Colonel if he can figure out a way to reschedule.”

You step away as he reaches for the phone and begins explaining the situation to the Colonel. His manager clearly isn’t happy, but Elvis makes it clear that he won’t be able to make it to the show and eventually the Colonel agrees to figure out a different date.

The next few days are devoted to nursing Elvis back to health, forcing him to stay in bed despite his pleas to get up “just for a little bit.” You know the urge to get up and do something must be driving him crazy, but both you and Gladys are adamant that he has to wait until his fever’s gone.

The day finally comes where his fever breaks and his voice is back to its normal huskiness, and he practically leaps out of bed.

“Elvis, take it easy!” you urge as he races downstairs to the porch, you racing after him.

He stops in the foyer and turns to you, foot tapping, arm wiggling, the urge to simply move clear in every fiber of his being. His eyes soften, however, at the concern in your voice and he envelops you in a hug.

“Thank you for takin’ such good care of me, darlin’.”

“Always, baby.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight, “I just… you work so hard, and I’m worried that one day you’re gonna push too far.” You lean back to look into his clear blue eyes, moving to cup his cheek. “Promise me you’ll slow down, please? I don’t care what the Colonel says, you need breaks, you need to take care of yourself.”

“I promise, sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You don’t need to go worryin’ about me.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you laugh as he leads you out to the porch, the two of you basking in the Tennessee sunlight.

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faecaptainofdreams · 5 months

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“Wander: Hiiiii, sorry to bother…

Thorn: No, it’s fine. Did ya want somethin’?

Wander: Just to bring you some goodies to help you during your menses…!

Thorn: Oh…uh, thanks.

Wander: *hops up onto the bed*

Thorn: How did you know I’m on my period?

Wander: I remembered from the time you were on it last month :)

Thorn: *raises a brow* How did you know I was on it last month?

Wander: I brought a chocolate bar (made it myself, that’s why there’s no wrapper), an actually wrapped chocolate candy, some pain medicine, aaand another chocolate bar! Also in the wrapper.

Thorn: …

Wander: I know, it’s not very innovative, but I just thought it might be nice to have somethin’ while you’re goin’ through it. If you need I also have a heating pad! Or an ice pack. Or both! I hear both helps sometimes, but everybody’s different. Oh! I think I heard Nikita mention that stretches help her with her contractions.

Thorn: Contractions?

Wander: Ya know, “cramps”? Funny thing, Thorny, did you know the term “cramps” was spread centuries ago by sapiens so cisgendered men would be able to empathize with their AFAB counterparts and go easier on them?

Thorn:

Wander: But in actuality, the phenomenon is contractions, like the kind you’d have during childbirth! Only (usually) more mild. The more ya know, right?

Thorn: *half-smiling*

Wander: :) …….Aha, sorry for ramblin’. Usually people stop me before I finish.

Thorn: *takes the bowl* Nah, it’s cool. I actually knew about the contractions, I just like your voice.

Wander: Wha, really?

Thorn: Yeah, it’s kinda soothing. *breaks off a piece of the chocolate*

Wander: “Soothing,” hah! I don’t often hear that one.

Thorn: *chewing* Mm. Well it’s true. Man, this is good. Thanks for the care package.

Wander: Nooo problem! …*small gasp* I hope my lil’ explanation didn’t come off as man-splainy :(

Thorn: HAH no, if you were anyone else then yeah it might’a been, but you’re just passionate, so it’s whatever.

Wander: Heh, good to know…! I’ll leave ya to it! *hops out and closes the door behind him*

Thorn: …*shouts* I still wanna know how you knew I’m raggin’! …..”

#wander over yonder #woy #invader zim #alien oc #vortian #vortian oc #wander over yonder oc #in our hc periods don’t usually involve bleeding #so Thorn is just feeling like shit #but not bleeding #bc fuck that lmao

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gonegirlaccount · 5 months

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Hello could you do a Billy Showalter x M!Reader? Such as Billy biking pass M!reader on his daily route to deliver newspaper, etc!! Idc for specifics, as long as it’s Billy Showalter x M!Reader :3

Alr! And sorry for not being that active, I got school and stuff 😭

Newspaper (Billy Showalter X M!reader)

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It was thanksgiving break, which meant no school after Monday and Tuesday. You yawned as you got out of bed and went to the kitchen. It was Wednesday which meant you didn’t have school so you were probably going to stay in bed and watch tv or hang out with friends.

As you were pouring the milk into the bowl of lucky charms, your dad came right next to you, pouring orange juice into his mug. “Hey, (N/N), can you go outside and get the newspaper for me? I heard something happen and wanna see if it’s true.” Your dad asked for you to do.

You nodded. You quickly ate all your cereal. You put your bowl in the sink then went to your front door. As soon as you opened it, you were hit in the face with a newspaper. You winced and stumbled forward a bit, your lousy door closing behind you.

“oh! I didn’t think somebody would open the door, I-I’m sorry!” You recognized that voice. It was Billy Showalter. You went to school with him, he was your hallway-crush. “I-it’s alright Billy. It was an accident.” You smiled at him but your face was slightly bruising.

The brunet got worried immediately and parked his bike, walking up to you, his dog following. “Oh shit- I’m really sorry! I didn’t know, really!” Billy said, looking apologetic.

“It’s fine Billy! Really!” You put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “Uhm..Can I make it up to you? Ride on my bike with me.” He says. “Alright. Just let me bring this newspaper inside to my dad and change.”

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You were currently on the back of Billy’s bike, holding onto Billy and his dog following along with him. He blushed slightly as you held him but you didn’t know that. He hoped nobody says anything about the two of you together since you were both boys.

You had an ice pack on your face that Billy got when he stopped at his house.

“Uh..(Y/N)?” The brunet says. “Yeah?” “Uhm are you doing anything while on break?” Billy asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Nothing really. Just planned on napping and watching Movies with my dad. Why do you ask?” You tell him as he throws another Newspaper to a blue house.

“oh, I asked caused I wanted you to hang out with me. At my house if that’s, uhm, if that’s alright with you and your dad.” He answers, throwing another newspaper and checking to see if his dog is still there.

“oh, yeah it’s cool. He won’t mind. When are you gonna come pick me up? Or am I walking?” You ask. “I’ll come pick you up. At like..3:00?” He says.

“Alright.” You agree. Billy makes a few more stops before going to your house. You let go of him and hop off the bike. “Bye Billy. See you soon.” You smiled at him then waved. He waved back then rode off.

You wondered what you both were going to do.

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It was finally three o’clock when you heard your doorbell ring. “I thinks it’s Billy, Dad. See ya later. Love you.” You say as you slip on your sneakers and zip up your hoodie. “Love you too, kid. Don’t be home too late.” He warns with a smile.

“I won’t.” You smile and open the door, and there’s Billy. You then close the door behind you. “Alright, let’s go!” You say and walk to his bike, Billy following.

“I have something to uh..give you, (Y/N).” He mumbled but you hear him. “Oh. That’s sweet of you. What is it?” You ask curiously. Billy then pulls out three flowers made out of newspaper. You blushed. “I made them for you. B-but if you don’t want to or think it’s weird I’m giving you this it’s fine.” He says, pulling the hand with the flowers in them away.

But you grab his wrist gently, causing Billy to look at you. “No, no! I don’t think you’re weird Billy. This was awfully cute for you to do for me! What’s best is that these flowers won’t die. So I can keep them forever.” You smile at him and he smiles too, the both of you blushing. “So, Ready to go?” He says when you’re both finally on the bike. “Yup!” You laugh softly and hold onto him, enjoying the slight breeze as he starts pedaling away to his house.

#Besitos4gojo #the black phone #the black phone x reader #billy showalter #male reader #billy showalter x reader

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myriad-writings · 2 years

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walking the world for you - e.m.

-eddie munson x reader

-2.1k words

-best friend eddie that deserves a little kiss for all the pining he’s done

Dating wasn’t where you were luckiest, often striking out when trying to pursue people. But even when you accepted a date that someone asked you on, it was almost 100% certain that you would wind up at Eddie Munson’s trailer, bitching about the date to your best friend.

And that is exactly where you were tonight.

“-and then, when he walked me out to the car, he was like ‘are you the kind of girl that sleeps on the first date?’ and when I was offended, he tried to act like he was all jokes and that I was the bitch for thinking he was serious.” You pace around his living room while he watches from the couch, eyes following your form back and forth like he was watching a tennis game.

“Yeah, that’s fucked up,” he agrees absently, going to take another hit from the bowl you had just packed.

“Hey, don't finish that without me,” you lightly scold him.

“Well then come here princess,” he gestures to the open space next to him, handing you the lighter once you finally plopped down next to him. “Why do you even bother with these guys anyway? It seems like you have shit luck with Hawkins men,” he muses while rotating one of his rings on his finger over and over. You roll your eyes at his observation.

“Yeah, I realize that, Eds. Thanks,” you grumble. “What should I do, then? Give up? Hang out with you and smoke forever?”

“I wouldn’t exactly mind that,” he laughs, flicking your forehead lightly. “But no, I just mean that maybe you should just vibe on your own for a little bit. You always get so worked up about dating, it just doesn’t seem worth it. Like, do you even enjoy going out anymore?”

You lean back into the sofa in defeat, because you know he’s right. You just don’t want him to know that. “No, I really don’t. But I don’t want to just give up, you know?” You turn your head to meet his heavy gaze. “You’re not one to talk about dating, by the way. You haven’t even made a move on anyone since ‘84.”

“Haven’t felt the need. Just content to chill here with you.” He says with a cheeky grin, making you laugh and smack his shoulder.

“Is that your plan? To just hang out with my undesirable ass for the rest of your life?”

That was the thing, it kinda was his plan. The reason he hadn’t made a move on anyone in two years is because he wasn’t interested in anyone since meeting you. He was far too hesitant to make a move on you, because having you as just a friend was better than losing you altogether. Eddie was patient and content to admire from afar, but he can’t tell you all of this when you tease him like that. So instead he settles for his normal excuse.

“Not forever, just for now.” He hums, watching you shut your eyes and just listen. “And you’re not undesirable, you’re just too good for these Hawkins assholes.” This makes you chuckle dryly and he insists, “No, I mean it. Why else would I let you come over and complain almost every Saturday night.”

“Because I’m the only one that willingly comes over,” you tease.

“Hey, that’s not true. Gareth comes over to buy from me like… every two weeks,” he grins, knowing you have a point but he doesn’t mind you saying it. You don’t mean any malice and your friendship is built on making fun of each other. He wouldn’t have it any other way

Actually, yes he would, but he’s resigned to the negative outcome he’s imagined if he were to confess his feelings to you.

The two of you chill like that for a little while longer before you stand, saying something about how you should head home before it gets too late.

“It already is super late, doll. Just stay the night here again,” Eddie suggests, and you seriously consider it for a second before deciding you shouldn’t. “No, no, I gotta shower and all that in the morning and I don’t wanna take over your bathroom in the morning.”

He wants to tell you that he wouldn’t mind if you took over the whole house, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to stay. He walks you out and watches you drive away until your car is out of sight before heading back inside to pass out in his room. He was in deep, really deep.

Over the next few weeks, you notice slight changes in Eddie. He’s not acting outwardly weird or standoffish in the way that most people would notice, but he just seems slightly more tense than usual. Like he’s anxious about something, except he wasn’t telling you what. And that was the strangest part, because he told you almost everything as soon as he could. He even used to make a joke about you being like his diary manifested into a person, so for you to not know about something that was going on with him was unsettling, in a way. He wasn’t even asking you to come over like he normally did. He wouldn’t say no to you showing up, of course, but it hadn’t been solicited by him lately.

That is, until you were left out in the rain after yet another shitty date. You used the public phone to call him, teeth audibly chattering as you spoke.

“Wait, where are you?” He asked, and you could hear rustling as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear to be able to get his shoes on.

“Outside of town, near that little dive diner. I’m at the phone booth and I didn’t have anyone else to call, I’m sorry,” you sniffle, emotional from the argument you had just gotten into with your date. He had made a comment about you hanging out with “that freak Eddie” all the time, for some reason he thought you would find it funny. Instead, the argument resulted in him calling you a bitch and leaving you in the rain without a ride home. Asshole.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m on my way, okay?” Eddie waits until you hang up, and then goes out to his van and finds himself driving at speeds that are way too high for the downpour going on outside.

Eventually he finds you, sitting on one of those enclosed bus stop benches with your head in your hands. He gets out to come get you, shedding his jacket once he sees that you’re soaked to the bone. “Hey,” he says once he’s closer, and your head snaps up before you relax and see that it’s just him.

“Hi,” you give him a watery smile, embarrassed and emotional. But you’re glad it’s him, anyone else would have made you feel worse. But he’s here, giving you his jacket and coming to pick you up 10 miles outside of town after a date he told you not to go on. Of course he’s here.

He gets you in the van and starts driving back to town before saying anything else, and even then he just asks, “Do you wanna go home?” You shake your head silently, and he gives you a quiet ‘okay’ before turning onto the street that would bring him back to his place. Once inside, he gives you some clothes you had left over there for you to change into, giving you his room to change in as he waits on the couch and wrung out his hair.

You come out in the new clothes and still wearing his jacket, sitting next to him. Eddie gives you a quick once over before lifting his arm to you, and you immediately fall into his side with a heavy sigh, finally feeling relaxed with his arm around you and his thumb rubbing circles into your bicep. “So what happened, doll?” He prompts.

“It’s just so stupid, and you were right that I shouldn’t have gone. I just… I don’t know, I was desperate,” you look up at him before turning back to the floor, “He said some out of pocket shit about you and then left me there when I argued with him.”

You heard him curse lowly under his breath. “I’m sorry doll, you shouldn’t have to stick up for me,” he mumbles.

“No, I want to. I shouldn’t have even gone on the date after you told me what an asshole you remembered him to be,” You sit up cross legged on the couch to face him completely. “Why wouldn’t I stick up for you? I don’t think anyone else would've dropped everything to come get me as quickly as you did. And then you gave me your jacket, and let me come back to your place all soaking wet and cold. You even had clothes here for me.” You watch his reaction carefully, as he leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t say you’re sorry. You’d do anything for me, yeah? So I would do the same for you.”

Eddie stays leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, shoulders shaking with a soft chuckle. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He runs a hand over his face before looking up at your confused expression. “You’re absolutely right, I would do anything for you. Why do you think that is? I’ve spent every weekend since we became friends with you, whether it was after one of your shitty dates or you coming to my shows and making sure I get home alright. I’ve watched you get screwed over by like.. Every guy you’ve ever seen and it sucks because you’re way too good for any of them. But you’re always so excited to go out with them, so I let you, even though we both know the outcome. And I’ll be waiting here afterwards for whenever you need someone.” He searches your face before finishing, “Because I love you.”

Your brain was going a mile a minute, it wasn’t rare for you and Eddie to say you loved each other, so his serious tone just added to your confusion, “I love you, too, Eddie. What’s… going on?”

He groans in frustration before adjusting himself to be facing you directly. He musters up every ounce of courage in his body before saying, “No, not like that. I’m in love with you.”

The silence that falls after terrifies him. He wants to curl up and hide from your reaction, but he feels frozen in place under your gaze. He doesn’t regret saying it, he actually feels relieved that it’s out there, but he just wishes you would say something.

You, on the other hand, feel something akin to starstruck. Never in a million years would you have thought Eddie looked at you that way. Suddenly everything from the past two years made sense. Why else would he have done these things for you? He’s always been the most reliable person in your life, and you would describe him as nothing short of perfect. You realize all at once that Eddie is exactly what you’ve been looking for, all this time.

“I’m sorry,” his voice interrupts your rapid train of thought, “I can… I can bring you home if you want, if you’re uncomfortable-”

“No,” you shake your head. “Sorry, I was just thinking. I’m not uncomfortable, I promise. I just…” you hurry to reassure him, but find yourself struggling to find the words to tell him how you felt. His soft brown eyes staring at you made you feel warm and nervous, but in a good way. Instead of talking, you have to make a quick decision, so you do.

You lean in quickly and press your lips to his, bring a hand up to the side of his face. You’re afraid you made the wrong move at first, but then both his arms are around you and pulling you impossibly closer as he kisses you back. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster, and you both pull away to catch your breath, and you see Eddie smile for the first time since he picked you up tonight.

“That was a long time coming,” he teases breathlessly, and you giggle at him.

“How long have you had that speech prepared?” You ask, and he shakes his head and looks down to hide the red flush that covers his cheeks.

“Since knowing you for two weeks, babe.” He admits, “I’ve been playing the long game.”

“And was it worth it?”

“For you?” He smiles up at you again, and you feel heart melt for a millionth time that night. “Anything’s worth it.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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chasesylvan · 4 months

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I See Your Scars

CW: TALKING OF PERIOD CRAMPS, PADS, CHANGING OF PADS, AND TRANS MALE CHARACTER! DONT LIKE DONT READ, SIMPLE

HERE WE GOOO

IV had been doing household chores when the telltale signs of cramps were starting to creep up on him, his knees started to shake, he needed to lie down, he thought. He slowly but surely made his way to his room without falling, flopped onto his bed and curled in on himself and started to cry, it wasn’t supposed to come for another 2 days.

III was practicing on his bass in his room down the hall when he heard the soft sobs come from IV’s room and began to get worried, why was his boyfriend crying? He securely puts his bass safely back into its case and back into his closet before slowly making his way to the guitarist room, by now the crying has quieted down and when III got to his boyfriend’s room, the sight made his heart shatter, IV was in a hoodie, stolen from either himself or Vessel, sweatpants and hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and he could hear quiet whimpers coming from the man on the bed.

He slowly walked across his knitted carpet, made by II as a birthday present, and sat down quietly on the bed, and started rubbing his arm up and down the guitarist’s arms, “Psst, baby, what’s wrong? I heard you crying earlier, are you alright?” Upon hearing someone talking to him, IV slowly opens his eyes to see his tall boyfriend looking down at him.

IV slowly started to sit up, but was softly stopped by strong arms, “Baby, lie down. You’re in pain, I can tell,” III said to his boyfriend, tone soft as to not hurt his sensitive ears at the moment. “C-cramps.” IV croakily said to the taller man, who bent down to carefully kiss the shorter man’s forehead, “Do you need anything baby? Pads, tampons, heat pack, food, drink? Anything else?” IV thought for a moment, he decided that he definitely needed some pads, “Pads? And a heat pack definitely, please, if I eat something now, it’s not gonna agree with my stomach, I just don’t wanna risk it,” IV bent inwards and cried as a sharp and intense cramp ripped through his abdomen, sobs could be heard from the shorter man.

“Oh, my poor baby,” III scooped IV into his arms and held him tightly and rocked him slightly from side to side, while he cried out the pain. “Aw, it’s okay baby.” III cooed, IV’s cries starting to quiet down, and he felt IV go limp, meaning he fell asleep, hm, he thought, mood swings are intense for IV this month.

He slowly put IV in and tucked his boyfriend into his bed, slowly got up from the guitarist’s bed. He made sure IV was asleep before he walked out of the room and down the stairs.

He met Vessel and II in the kitchen, “Hey, loves.” III greeted his other boyfriends, “Hi darling,” II replied back, Vessel kissing III on the cheek and replying, “Hey sweet cheeks,” III blushed at the nickname, walking over to II and wrapping his hands around his waist and kissing him on the lips with passion, “Hey sweetheart, so, IV got his period.” He told the other Vessels, while walking over to the fruit bowl and grabbing an apple, “And it’s not good, it’s causing him excruciating pain, and causing him to nearly throw up and pass out.” He took a bite of the apple, and continued on, “So, I’m gonna head to the store and get him some supplies and snacks for when he wakes up, I’ve just put him to bed after he fell back asleep, he was doing some household chores before the cramps started, I’m assuming, so if you guys could make sure you hear if he needs anything while I’m gone?” III asked his lovers.

They both nodded in unison, “Yeah of course, butterfly, if he calls we’ll help him as best as we can,” Vessel says in a loving tone. II just smiled and nodded. “Ok, I’ll be back later,” He goes over to II and kisses him, “Bye, baby,” He says to II, “Bye, darling,” II blushed at the kiss, he walked over to Vessel and hugged him, kissed him on lips as well, “Bye, love,” He says, “Bye, sweetheart,” Vessel smiled.

III walked out of the front door and to their shared car, hopped in and started driving to their local grocery store, once the bassist arrived, he parked the car, made sure to have bags with him and walked inside, first on his list were pads, III knew what brand IV preferred, so he walked to the personal hygiene aisle and found the pads, picked the ones he knew IV preferred, and also got him some night time ones as well. Next on his list was IV’s favourite chocolates and snacks, he got the chocolates, his favourite chips and candy, and bouquet of white and pink roses, his favourite flowers. He made his way to the cashier to pay for his items, “Find everything you needed, today?” The store clerk asked III, “Yes, thank you.” The bassist said in a nice, polite term, silently thanking the store clerk for not questioning a grown man buying female hygiene products. “Have a great day, sir.” The clerk said to III with a smile on her face, handing III a bag with all his items in it, minus the flowers which were just given to him in their packaging. “Thank you very much, you too, bye.”

The bassist walked out of the store and back to the car, he put the bag in the backseat and got in the front and started to drive back to the manor when he got a text from one of his lovers, he safely pulled over to read the text, it was from Vessel, “Hey, sweetheart, me and II have just gone out for a bit into town to pick up groceries, IV is still asleep but when you get home it’ll just be you 2, we won’t be back until about 7:30pm, so just thought I would let you know, love you and see you when we get home 🖤.” III replied back with, “Ok, no worries, love, I got IV some supplies and snacks and flowers, so hopefully he feels better, was he alright when you guys were still home?” He waited, and about 2 minutes later, Vessel replied with, “Ok that’s good, love, IV was having some pains but he took some medicine earlier and fell asleep again with his heat pack, and as far as I know, he is still asleep, it’s possible he’s awake now, but you will have to check when you get home.” III replied back, “Alright, Vessel, thank you, love, see you guys when you get home ❤️”

He turned his phone off, turned off onto the road and drove the rest of the way to their manor, quietly listening to music on the way home and humming slightly to the soothing tone of the music in his ears. He finally arrived home and parked the car, got out and grabbed the bag of supplies and walked to the front door to find it still unlocked, which wasn’t a big issue leaving it unlocked, as their closest neighbours weren’t for another 20kms (12.3miles), so he went inside and brought the bag slowly up to IV’s room, he opened the door gently to find the guitarist sitting up slightly watching a show on his TV, the man on the bed saw III and his eyes lit up, “Hi, flower, how are you feeling baby?” The taller one asked, IV gave a whimper and sat up straight on the bed, causing the heat pack on his abdomen to slightly fall off, “Baby, do you have a pad on right now? Did you find some while I was out?” III asked in a soft tone, as not to irritate IV’s sensitive hearing at the moment, IV said in a groggy voice, “I did, but I ran out,” He looked so sad about it, until the bassist quickly pulled out both of the new full packs of his pads, he walked over to the bed and passed both packs over to IV, who looked so relieved at them. He also saw the chocolates and snacks he brought and started to dig in to them as well, and III got up to put the flowers he got him in a vase, which looked beautiful next to his desk near his window, the softness of the sun peaking through his blinds.

The shorter man leant over to III and kissed him, “Thank you, III! Ok, lemme up, I gotta change,” III moved out of the way to let IV up, slowly of course, as not to jostle him and cause any more pain IV might be feeling and he walked over to his attached bathroom to freshen up and change. A couple minutes passed, and IV walked out of his bathroom, “So much better, thank you, darling, really.” IV preferred these pads as they were more comfortable for him and didn’t move when he walked around during the day. The guitarist walked over and got back into his bed when he realised how cold his heat pack had gotten, “Aw man,” He pouted, III noticed his sudden change of mood and looked over at him holding the heat pack, “Did it get cold?” He nodded, III took the heat pack out of his hand, “You stay here and get comfy while I go and heat it back up for you, flower.” He softly kisses IV’s forehead and got up and walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He opened the microwave and sat the heat pack in there and set it to heat for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. It beeped to let III know it was done, while it was heating up, III had made IV his favourite tea as well, so he took the heat pack out of the microwave, and brought both up to the poor and in pain man, he walked backwards into the room and turned around and walked to where IV was lying down in bed, he handed IV the heat pack, who immediately put it on his abdomen and sighed in relief at that the heat gave his excruciating pains, “Thank you so much, love, that helped so much,” His breathing got slower and he looked so in peace, it made III smile like an idiot, “I also made your favourite tea as well, flower, it’s on your bedside table when you want it.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, flower.” He kissed IV on the cheek and hopped into bed so the shorter man could cuddle into his side, he nuzzled into his waist and III adjusted the heat pack so it didn’t fall off of IV’s abdomen, “III,” IV asked, “Hm?” III replied.”

“Can you pass me my tea?”

“Yeah of course, baby.” III reached over to grab IV’s tea and IV sat up and reached for it, III gave it to IV who took a few big gulps of the flavoured tea, then handed it back to III, who checked and saw it was almost gone, “You thirsty, baby?” He nodded sheepishly, III shook his head playfully. IV cuddled back into his waist and nuzzled into him, and a few minutes later, soft snores could be heard coming from the man. Life was perfect. He brushed hair out of the guitarist’s eyes and his face was peaceful, he was at peace, which is what III wanted.

The front door could be heard being opened and a voice called out from downstairs saying, “We’re home, loves!” III softly but loudly yelled back, “We’re up in IV’s room guys! Come join us!” IV blushed at this, at the thought of a cuddle pile. Groceries were being put away by Vessel and II, and then as the last grocery was put away, footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, and Vessel and II walked into IV’s room and walked over and joined the other guys in IV’s bed for a cuddle pile, “You guys are the best, I love you all so much,” IV started getting emotional and so the other 3 Vessels all started cooing and pressing kisses to IV to show him how loved and safe he was. This was the most perfect day he could ever have, he couldn’t ask for a better pack of lovers, he truly was blessed by Sleep.

#chase writes #sleep token #ii #iii #iv #vessel #sleep token fic #sleep #HERE U GO GUYS

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thebattleofstarcourt · 2 years

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｡ﾟ•♡୧ percolator

eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: 16+ smokin weed, mentions / talking about sex (no actual sex)

a/n: i attempted to unlock every bit of stoner knowledge i had from my high school days, but the weed fucked with my memory so don’t mind the weird writing. i am not dumb my brain is just the fried egg from the DARE commercial!!!! also my parents (born:1972) claim that everyone called weed pot back then so im rolling with that. u call it dated i call it historical accuracy.

you knocked on your boyfriend’s front door, giddily bouncing from foot to foot. the plastic bag held in your opposite hand brushed against your thigh as you were waiting for him to answer the door.

seconds later, you were met with the face of your mulleted boyfriend. cheeks flushed and eyes a shade redder than the usual look of acute sleep deprivation. he was probably high.

“eddie!” you exclaimed, waltzing into his uncle’s trailer before he could greet you. “i got a surprise for you, but you’ve seemed to beat me to the punch.”

his brow quirked as he leaned in to give you a peck on your cheek. “surprise for me?” he repeated.

“yep.” you affirmed. “but you’re already high so…”

“you got pot?” he asked. “why? from who? you could’ve called me, baby, i have some saved for you.”

“i didn’t get pot, eds.” you said, pulling out the contraption from the plastic bag. “i got a bong!”

he took the glass structure from you and started examining it “oh shit.” he said, dragging his fingers along the neck. “it’s nice. how much was it?”

“nothin’ i couldn’t afford.” you said, grinning as he eyed the tacky paint job around the chamber. “pretty, right?”

he laughed. “it’s beautiful. thank you, babe.” he kissed your cheek again.

in reality, it was not ‘nice’ nor ‘beautiful’ like you both pretended it was. it was a cheap $20 bong from a shady gas station a couple miles out of town, one that didn’t card as long as you diminished your pride and flirted with the 35-year-old cashier for a few minutes.

nonetheless, he planted another chaste kiss on your lips and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, you following close behind.

“wanna try this baby out?” he asked, grabbing a small tin from his nightstand. you gave him an enthusiastic nod before he started packing the bowl and grabbing his lighter.

while he was preparing the bong, you went over and started sorting through his large stack of cassette tapes, eventually settling on an old album from the doors and putting it in the stereo. it was one of the few bands you could both compromise on at the beginning of your relationship, so it quickly became both of your guilty pleasures.

“you sure you wanna smoke again?” you asked, sitting down on his bed next to him.

“yeah, my high’s wearing off anyways.” he said. “i was trying out some new stuff rick got, but it was shit.” he ellaborated, moving his hands and clinking his rings on the glass. “made me feel like i was tripping. not in a good way, though.”

“you’re not giving me that shit, right?”

“no.” he said. “i’ll probably sell it to the basketball team and watch them freak out during their after parties.”

you let out a loud laugh. “you’re fucked up.”

he met your eyes and smirked while lighting up the bowl, taking a small hit before passing it back to you.

sometime during next the hour you’d washed off your makeup and stripped yourself of your pants, leaving you in an old ISU t-shirt and your underwear, spread across your boyfriend’s bed. similarly, eddie was sporting a nothing but boxers and a KISS shirt that he had stolen from his old neighbor’s clothesline couple years back.

you were both also decently high. not high enough to garner you immobile, but high enough to lower your inhibitions significantly – but that just came out in shared fits of giggles.

“chrissy cunningham? like head-cheerleader-dating-captain-of-the-basketball-team chrissy cunningham?”

“yep.”

“i don’t believe you.” you said. “there is no way that that is possible.”

“‘m not lying.” he said through a laugh. “i was supposed to meet her after school but she bailed last minute.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, how convenient, ‘she bailed last minute.’” you mocked, earning you a pillow to the face.

“i swear on my fuckin’ life.” he said, putting his hand over his heart.

“that’s just not real.” you said. “she’s like, a go-to-church-every-sunday girl. like the virgin mary level of holy.”

“well, she’s dating jason carver.” he said. “so she’s probably not a virgin.”

“ew.” you pretend to gag. “i don’t wanna think about jason fucking carver getting laid. That’s like the grossest most undeserved thing ever.”

“maybe that’s why she needs drugs,” he said, making you both laugh boisterously.

“honestly, yeah.” you agreed. “he’s probably the type to make her give him head and then refuse to kiss her until she downs a bottle of mouthwash.”

he laughed in agreement. “he definitely comes after, like, three strokes.”

another fit of laughter erupted from the both of you again….

you flipped over on your side to face him as you started to speak. “eds, can i ask you a question?”

“‘f course, baby.” he said, turning his body to meet your gaze. “what’s up?” he began playing with the strands of your hair that fell in your face.

“do you wish that we fucked more?”

“huh?” he asked.

“like,” you said, flipping back over on your back, trying to avoid making eye contact. “are you mad that i don’t want to have sex that much.”

“no.” he said. “i’d never get mad over shit like that. where’s this comin’ from?”

“i don't know.” you said, honestly. “i just feel bad sometimes because we only fuck when i’m in the mood, but like, when you’re in the mood and i’m not we don’t and i just feel like a shitty girlfriend-”

“you’re not shitty, babe, c’mon.” he said. “you don’t have to take care of me every time i get a hard-on.” his hands moved around to cup your cheeks. “you’re fuckin’ awesome, baby. i’d be celibate for a million years if it meant i got to have you.”

maybe it was because you were high, but you couldn’t help but tear up at his sentiment. he quickly wiped the tears away from your eyelids.

“but,” you said. “when we make out, and then we don’t do anything afterward, don’t you get ‘blue balls’ or whatever.”

“baby,” he said. “i could get blue balls just from lookin’ at you for long enough.” he smiled, making you giggle softly as you melted into his hands. “you don’t have to worry about me ever, okay? i can take care of myself just fine. i got a dozen pictures of you to keep me company if i ever need you to help.”

you started blushing and buried your face in your hands, remembering the small stack of polaroids he has of you post-coital. “don’t tell me you actually jack off to those.”

“of course i do.” he said. “i love thinking about you, in every way.”

“gross.” you said, playfully hitting his chest. “but i love thinking about you too.”

“oh, i know.” he said. “every single time you call me up at 2 am because you can’t sleep and you need me to-”

“shut up!” you interrupted, shoving your hands over his mouth to stop his crude mockings of your late-night, admittedly, desperate phone calls.

he responded to your assault by kissing your palms, eventually getting you to release your grip on his mouth. he continued littering your hands and arms with soft kisses until you lay back down and sink into his mattress.

“i love it when you wanna share yourself with me.” he said. “but i also love it when you don’t, ‘cause i love you.”

“i love you.” you said, pulling him over you and planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

“wanna make out and watch mad max?” he asked, pulling away from you slightly.

“fuck yeah,” you said, grinning and you both jumped up and made your way into the living room.

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