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peterman-spideyparker · 4 months

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Labels (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi! So, I've kinda put myself on a writing hiatus for a while and, in turn, have limited my time on Tumblr as of late. I was/still kind of am feeling uninspired in terms of writing and ideas, but this one came easily, and it needed to be written and shared before the excitement left me. I still have a million other stories and ideas I want to get going on, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one. :)

Summary: One evening when Matt tries to surprise you with a home cooked dinner date, he's stunned by something you've done for him.

Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff. No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying

Other Characters: Karen Page

Word Count: 1,158

“Hello?” you say over the phone, very clearly distracted by whatever is in front of you.

“Hi, angel,” Matt smiles, feeling a weight off of his shoulders when he finally hears your voice when you pick up your desk phone.

“Matt.” The way you say his name lights him up inside. It’s alway so warm, so inviting, so smooth—like when butter spreads perfectly even on a piece of toast. The gentleness of each consonant and vowel that escapes your lips never fails to chip away and brush off the stress of whatever is weighing him down; from his day job to his nightly activities, you—every last bit of you, is his solace.

“I was half afraid that I’d get your answering machine,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair, listening to how you move the receiver from one ear to the other.

“I’m sorry, Matt. Today has just been hectic. Meetings, email approvals, we rearranged some furniture because no one was responding to emails—.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I do if it means I worried you. I mean, I must have missed calls and texts on my cell from you if you resorted to my landline.”

“No, not worried. I was just curious if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe try that new Italian place that opened up a few blocks from your apartment.”

“I didn’t know there was a new restaurant opening.”

“Yeah,” he lies. “It’s a small place. Intimate, nice.”

“Well, I don’t know how I could say no to that. It sounds like the perfect thing to make me forget today.”

“Take deep breaths, sweetheart. You’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you breathe. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Perfect. I love you, Matt.”

“Love you, too.”

You exchange soft goodbyes before hanging up the phone, Matt sliding his cell back into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hey, Karen?” he calls out.

“Yeah?” she responds, sounding as if she’s lost in thought with whatever is at hand.

“What time is it?”

She pauses. “Almost 2:30.”

“You think that you and Foggy will be okay for the rest of the day?”

“I think so.”

“Great,” he says with a smile, standing up and putting on the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. “I’m heading out. I need to get some groceries to surprise my girlfriend.”

Matt undoes the last of your door’s locks as the bag of groceries rests on his hips, relieved when the heavy piece of wood starts to swing open. For as frustrating as your day was, Matt secretly hopes that you won’t come home early and catch him in the middle of his surprise; it took him a lot longer to get everything he needed at the store, throwing off his timing. He’d be lucky if he got everything plated by the time you got home. Matt lets out a deep breath as he places the bag of groceries on the counter and takes his glasses off, centering himself to focus on the plan and not let his race against the clock shake him too much. After hanging his jacket on the hooks by the door, he rolls up his sleeves and throws his tie over his shoulder before taking out his phone, tapping at the screen until he finds the recipe he saved for tonight.

As his phone reads off the list of ingredients, he feels over what he grabbed, cursing when he notices that he’s missing garlic powder.

“She has to have some,” he hums. He knows you like to cook, always eager to try new recipes that you find while scrolling on your phone, and therefore always getting new spices and ingredients to make sure your kitchen is stocked for whatever the next interesting dish brings. Lucky for Matt, you two are always over each other’s place, craving one another’s presence, so he knows your apartment almost as well as he knows his own. Turning around to the skinny cabinet where Matt knows you keep your spices, he opens it up and prepares his nose for the strong mix of smells that are about to hit him so he can sniff out what he needs. As his hand extends into the cabinet, what he doesn’t expect to find is small bumps over each and every label. It’s odd, but familiar. Grabbing one of the spices in the front, he carefully takes it off the shelf and runs his fingers over the bumps once more.

Nutmeg.

Matt lets out a shaky breath, tears stinging at his eyes. He reaches up for container after container, running his fingers over all of the labels, finding that he’s able to read them all. By the time Matt grabs the garlic powder, the cabinet is practically empty and he’s crying in the kitchen.

“Matt?” he hears you call tentatively. He didn’t even hear you come in, and now you’re at his side, wrapping him in a hug and holding him close to soothe him. God, he loves when you hold him. Call it being touch-starved, but nothing felt better to Matt than when you have your arms around him. Sure, being in your apartment is comforting—your smell surrounding him and engulfing his senses, but nothing was better than the actual thing, your body against his, skin to skin. “Matty, is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” he sniffles, holding you close and kissing your forehead. “It’s just, uh, well this.”

You pull back slightly from his hug and wipe away some of his tears before peeking down to see what’s in his hands.

“Garlic powder?” you try. “Is it bad?”

“No, no,” he smiles, wiping away some stray tears with the heel of his hand. “It’s great.”

“I thought we were going out to dinner tonight. But with all my spices out, something tells me you might have fibbed.”

“I did fib. I wanted to surprise you with dinner, especially after hearing about your day, but you’re the one that surprised me.” Taking your hand, he gently guides your fingers over the label to where the braille is.

“Oh.” Matt listens to how the blood rushes to your cheeks and how your heart rate picks up. “The label.”

“The label,” he echos softly.

“I finally found a good braille label maker that I liked,” you begin to explain. “I mean, we’re always at each other’s place. I wanted to make my home feel a little more homey for you.”

“You really love me, huh?”

He listens to how you smile from ear to ear. “So much more than you’ll ever know, Matty.”

Putting the garlic powder down, he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your arms happily snaking around him and holding him close.

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togrowoldinv · 4 months

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Meet Me At Midnight

College!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You invite Wanda to spend the holidays with you. Will your true feelings for each other be revealed?

Note: I can’t believe it’s almost new years. Enjoy this Wanda fic!

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You’ve casually known Wanda Maximoff for a few months now. You met her in your literature lecture. The girl seemed mysterious, but not in an off-putting way.

Wanda was assigned to be your project partner for the semester. Like typical college students, you two exchanged numbers that first day but didn’t think about working on the project until late in the semester.

She sent you a text a few weeks ago and the two of you began working on the final project. Upon working with her, you realized just how amazing she is. Her and her brother moved to America for college, that explains her enchanting accent.

By the end of the semester, you completed the project and presented it to your class. Wanda suggested celebrating your successful work with dinner. You agreed, and the two of you went out for dinner and drinks that night.

Somehow, the holidays were brought up, and Wanda told you she was not able to go home to celebrate. You asked her to come with you to your family Christmas. She was so excited to see a true American Christmas, and to not be alone.

It went by quickly. Your family took Wanda in and made her feel at home. The girl loved it so much that she decided to stay for the New Year’s celebrations as well. You take her to the grocery store with you to get last minute needs for the holiday.

“Wanda, do you want red or white wine for tonight?” You ask her.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Wanda says. She leans over you and places her chin on your shoulder. You like how affectionate she is with you. “Whatever you like best.”

“Come on, Max, you gotta pick some food and drinks out too, or my mom will be mad at me,” you tell her.

“Fineee,” she says cutely. “White. And can we get some of those chips I liked the other day?”

“Doritos?” You clarify.

“Yes, them!” Wanda says.

“We can get every flavor.”

Wanda smiles and you put the white wine in the cart before moving to the chip aisle. You stay true to your word and get every flavor of Doritos, even the taco ones. Wanda also picks out some candy and other snacks.

You buy decorations for New Years so that you can go all out for Wanda. You don’t typically go this big, but you want her first real celebration to be a special one. Streamers, hats, glasses with the year on them, and all of your dishware needs are in your cart by the time you leave the store.

Wanda is buzzing with excitement when you arrive home and begin to decorate. Your family helps make the food while you decorate with the girl. You stand on a chair and hang streamers from the ceiling.

“Wouldn’t this have been easier if I got up there?” Wanda asks. “I am taller.”

“No, I got this,” you say, but just as you do you lose your balance on the chair from standing on your tippy toes.

You begin to fall backwards but Wanda’s hands on your hips stop you. She helps you stand upright again.

“Are you okay?” She asks.

“Yeah, thank you,” you reply. Her hands remain on your hips, and she pats them softly, a silent gesture for you to get down from the chair.

“Let me finish for you,” Wanda says. She steps up in the chair.

You can’t help but watch as her sweater rises up as she hangs the decorations. Her perfect frame is distracting. You almost don’t hear her when she asks for a hand to help her down. Her soft hand rests in yours even after she is back on the ground.

“This looks amazing,” Wanda says.

“It really does,” you agree.

The two of you get swept away by your mother to help prepare food for the party. Time flies by and soon the guests begin to arrive. It’s mostly family friends, but a few of your friends from college are here too.

Wanda enjoys meeting everyone and hearing stories about you. You try to keep her away from your gossiping mother’s friends but it’s no use. They reel her in and tell her all about your child and teenage years.

“She seems great,” a voice interrupts your gaze on Wanda.

“Natasha, so good to see you!” You tell the woman.

“You too, y/n,” Nat says. She hugs you. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“Oh no,” you reply. “Just a friend from college.”

“Sure,” Nat says. “That’s why she’s staring daggers through me.”

“What?” You turn to see Wanda is staring at you and Natasha. There’s a look on her face that isn’t quite readable, but you can tell she’s unhappy.

You decide to walk to Wanda and steal her away from the gossipers.

“Hey, there’s some more people I’d like for you to meet,” you tell her. She nods and follows you back to where Nat is standing. “This is Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you,” Natasha speaks to Wanda.

“You too,” Wanda replies a bit grumpily.

Another woman walks up behind Nat and wraps her arms around her. Wanda looks at you confusedly.

“And just in time Maria shows up,” you joke.

“I’ve been here,” she replies. “Just got a little distracted by the fondue.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Nat asks.

“Maria, this is Wanda,” you say.

“Great to meet you, Wanda,” Maria says. “You’ve got a good one here.”

“Oh, it’s not-” you begin but Wanda interrupts you.

“Thank you,” she says, placing her hand in yours.

Nat and Maria get pulled away, leaving you and Wanda standing there together. She still has her hand in yours.

“Are you alright?” You ask Wanda.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She drops your hand.

“Okay. Let’s just go get a drink,” you suggest.

For the rest of the night, Wanda seems to have shaken off her weird jealousy of you and Natasha. Or really you and anyone that’s not her. But when it’s five minutes until midnight you can’t find her anywhere.

“Wanda?” You call up the stairs, thinking maybe she went to your room. You get no response but go upstairs anyways.

She is sitting on your bed when you arrive. Four minutes until midnight.

“Hey, what are you doing up here? The ball is about to drop,” you say.

“I just needed a minute,” she says.

“Right, okay. I’m sorry. I know that my family and friends can be a lot.”

“It’s not that,” she says. “Well it is, but it’s not.”

You close the door behind you and sit next to Wanda on your bed.

“You’re missing home?” You ask.

“I always miss home,” Wanda replies. “But being with you here has felt kind of like home.”

“I’m so glad,” you say. You glance at your watch. Three minutes until midnight. “What’s bothering you then?”

“Do you like me?” Wanda blurts out unexpectedly.

“What? Of course I like you, Wanda,” you say.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Do you like me like me?”

“Oh.”

“Because well, I like you,” Wanda says. “And what’s bothering me is that everyone else seems to really like you too.”

“What like Nat?” You ask. She nods. “That never happened, Wanda. We’re friends.”

“But you’re attracted to her.”

“Well, you have eyes,” you try to joke, but Wanda doesn’t smile. “She is a friend.”

“And so am I,” Wanda says with a frown on her perfect lips.

“Yeah, but if you want to be more than friends then we could try?”

“Really?” Wanda asks.

“Really,” you say. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda. And so smart, cool, funny, and passionate.”

Wanda smiles the most perfect smile you’ve ever seen. You hold her cheek in your hand and brush her hair back with the other. She leans in closer.

“Wait,” you whisper. You hold up your watch. “Count with me. Ten, nine, eight…”

You count all the way down to one and Wanda kisses you as soon as she can. She practically straddles your lap as she deepens the kiss. It’s everything.

“Wanda,” you say softly, pulling away to breathe. “We need to go celebrate with everyone.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Wanda pouts.

You kiss her pouty lips and almost lose your will to stop.

“We can do this all we want later,” you tell her. “Right now it’s time to celebrate the new year with everyone. What do you say?”

“You promise we’ll do this again?” She asks.

“And again. And again. And again,” you reply, leaving a kiss to each of her cheeks and her forehead with your words.

Wanda smiles and lets you take her hand. You two walk downstairs together and spend the rest of the night celebrating New Years. It’s the best beginning to a year either of you have ever had.

You hope for many many more with Wanda by your side.

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shina913 · 2 months

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Bitter(Sweet) | JWW

Bitter(Sweet)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Infidelity!AU; exes!AU; angst; smut; some fluff

Warnings: cussing; sexually suggestive language; clit play; protected sex; questionable morals; open conversation about infidelity; hurt without comfort

Word count: 4.8K words

Summary: You and Wonwoo reunite to celebrate a special evening.

A/N: If you don't like reading about cheaters - you are free to skip! Thank you, Sim @/roaminginthenights for your notes. They added more depth and nuance to the story in so many words. I appreciate you, my friend!

A/N2: Originally posted on my SVT sideblog but I've decided to merge everything on main now. I also have a version of this fic with BTS' Namjoon, if you choose to read it with that character.

You’re sitting in the airport parking lot, tapping your fingers happily to the beat of the song playing on your car radio. You glance at the time, it wouldn’t be too long; he’d be walking out of those doors soon. Until then, you continue to hum to the song.

Tonight is special. A night you didn’t think you’d ever celebrate again. Yet here you were, in a rental car, in a town you’d left years before.

Other than one particular overnight reservation, there are no other formal plans. You’d order takeout and perhaps pick up a bottle of wine or two from the corner store.

Your phone rings. You bring it up to check the caller ID and smile when you recognize the name flashing on the screen.

“Hi, honey!”

“Hi mom,” your daughter greets you on speakerphone.

“Is everything okay?”

She goes on to ask permission to do a facemask with her cousin. While she rambles on about other activities they have planned for their sleepover, you distantly hear the passenger door open. You quickly turn your head to smile at him then bring your pointer finger to your lips signaling him not to say a word.

“Mom? Helloooo? Are you listening to me?”

You scramble to get back to your call as your passenger shuts the door. “Uh–sure, honey. That all sounds great. Just make sure you get some sleep and listen to auntie, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you know I told you that I have a late-night meeting so no phone calls but you can always text–”

“I know, mom.” She’s exasperated in a manner that only middle-schoolers who know it all would be. You exchange ‘I-love-you’s’ before she ends the call.

And now, you can properly greet your new arrival.

“Hi,” Wonwoo says.

“Hi,” you greet him with a smile. “That was Yuna.”

“So I heard,” he smiles. “Is she sleeping over at Emma’s?”

You nod. “She’s thrilled. It’s a school night and she gets to stay up late with her favorite cousin.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know if I can top organic facemasks when she comes over next week, but I’ll try.”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy with whatever you’ve got planned for her.”

“Right. As long as she’s happy.”

You nod then let out a long sigh before telling him, “You know, at some point, we need to stop meeting like this.” That’s what you also said last time. And the time before that. You’re fully aware of it and you think that if you say it enough times, you believe it and actually stop.

“I know,” he breathes out before cupping your nape to bring your face to his, sealing his lips over yours. You don’t pull away or give any hint of protest. You melt right into him, your mouth parting to let his tongue savor you.

You miss this. You miss him.

Somehow, you find the willpower to wrench yourself away from him. “Easy there. We’re still in the parking lot.”

You can see the mischief in his eyes even through his glasses. “So? It’s not like that’s stopped us before.” His hands trail between your legs, cupping your heat.

“I know but,” you gently push his hand away. “We have a reservation and it’s late so we should probably get going.”

He sighs, relenting. “Okay.” He reaches back for the seatbelt then stops short of buckling in. “By the way, happy anniversary,” he grins.

You feel a flutter in your chest and your cheeks warm up. “Happy anniversary,” you reply.

******

Wonwoo scrolls through his phone, scanning for the email confirmation that contained the security code and instructions to unlock the rental.

“Are you sure you have it?”

You are both standing on the front porch of your Airbnb, using your phone's flashlight to help him see his phone better. He was nearly blind as a bat, especially in the dark, even with his glasses on.

“I’ve got it! Trust me.” He scrolls some more until he exclaims, and finally sees the coveted email.

He carefully punches the code on the door’s keypad until you hear it chime, confirming that you’ve gained access.

You walk through the door and into this place that is known to you. But seeing it again after so long, makes it feel unfamiliar.

The first thing you notice is that the foyer has been redone. The divider wall that used to separate the kitchen and living room has since been knocked down to give it a more ‘open’ layout.

The furniture is all generic. Not much thought was put into picking them out. The colors also don’t provide much contrast to the equally bland walls. It all blends in but not in a good way.

“Why is everything so white?” You remark.

“It supposedly gives the illusion of a bright and open space.” Wonwoo sets your bags at the base of the staircase.

“Feels more like a hospital to me,” you reply dryly, to his amusement. He moves into the kitchen, helping himself to the contents of the cupboards.

You follow behind, wandering over to the counter, where there is a binder listing the ‘house rules.’

“No parties, no loud music,” you read random bullet points out loud. “Quiet time at 10PM. Interesting.”

His arms circle your waist from behind, and you feel him nuzzle into your neck, planting a soft kiss. “Can you stay quiet after 10PM?” He murmurs against your skin.

“Shut up,” you giggle and break out of his hold and playfully pinch him on his side. “Only if you keep your hands to yourself after 10PM,” you tease him back, making him burst into laughter.

You walk around the place some more, scanning and assessing. You’re surprised at how many more modifications have been made. Gone were the warm, earthy tones that you painted the living room and the kitchen.

What was wrong with the way things were before? The interior designer you hired found a great way to marry modern and vintage concepts!

You shake your head in mild irritation.

The upstairs bedrooms feel just as desolate with the plain white, sanitized walls. At least the new owners attempted to break the monotony with a few framed watercolor prints and scenic photographs, no doubt purchased from a big-box store.

You find yourself standing in the midst of your old master bedroom. You see hints of the old furnishings layered with the new. It certainly wasn’t how you remembered it.

“Huh.” Wonwoo says when he walks in. “Why didn’t we think of putting the bed against that side of the room before?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Because you get up to go to the bathroom more often than I do so that’s why we put it on the side that was closer to the en suite.”

His mouth drops slightly with a soft ‘ah,’ in sudden realization. “Well, I’ll have to admit, you were right. You should have ignored me and gone with your original plan.”

“I appreciate you acknowledging that, years later.” You roll your eyes and brush past him on your way out. “But as you know, marriage is about compromise,” you call past your shoulder.

“I’m ordering the pizza!” Your voice echoes down the staircase.

Wonwoo spends a few more minutes in this room, allowing himself to reminisce before finding the strength to tear himself away and rejoin you in the kitchen.

******

You’re sitting at your old kitchen counter, eating pizza and sharing a bottle of wine that Wonwoo ended up stealing from the owner’s kitchen. When you question him as to whether the alcohol was included in your AirBnB reservation, he shrugs and promises to replace it instead.

“So, are you seeing anyone?”

You stop mid-bite, taken aback by his question. “Wow, already?”

“What? I’m just making conversation.” He says casually as he takes a sip of wine. “And I’m nosy,” he snickers.

You giggle at his admission. “Nope, not seeing anyone. I had–what I thought was a connection a month ago…but that was a false flag. I’ve decided to hang back, take a break…be alone for a bit, you know? I’m not really looking for anything serious anyway.”

His expression turns sullen. He clears his throat before saying, “I thought you had a connection with Seojun. Things looked pretty serious.”

The reminder of your fatal mistake doesn’t sting as much as it did before. And he wasn’t as angry and bitter when he brings it up.

“Seojun was…” you sigh, collecting your thoughts so as not to create unnecessary ripples in this still water. “He was good for me at the time. He was who I needed at the time. But long-term?” You scrunch your face and shook your head. “I didn’t think that far down the road.”

He used to always ask ‘why.’ Why did you do what you did? Why did you make those choices?

You were together for five years before you married. Two years later, you had Yuna and everything seemed picture-perfect. You thought that you were doing well and that you might really have a knack for marriage and monogamy. It was a point in your relationship when you thought that nothing could ever break you.

But it turns out that anything and everything can break you.

Seojun came along and it was as if something that had long been dormant ignited within you. You thought it would be a one-off, but it wasn’t. For months you thought Wonwoo would suspect whether anything felt off. It wasn’t like you were trying to get caught but maybe some part of you wanted him to catch you. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he seemed happily blissful in his own world, seeing everything through rose-colored lenses.

You pick up your wine glass and tip the contents into your mouth, emptying it. When you set it back down on the counter, you look at him, staring at you.

“But you loved him, right?” He asks between mouthfuls of pizza.

You pause for a few long beats before responding. “Sure. In a way, yeah.” Your answer is noncommittal but the truth was, you didn’t know for sure if what you felt for Seojun was love. It certainly wasn’t the same as what you felt for Wonwoo. He was in his own category.

“I don’t get it though. Why would you want to be alone?”

You scoff and straighten in your seat, feeling the urge to be defensive. “I don’t get why you’re suddenly concerned about my choice to be alone.”

“No, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He switches tact, sensing that your walls start to go back up. “I remember back then, you used to say that a lot…that you like being alone and that you didn’t believe in marriage or lifelong partnership. And yet–you still agreed to marry me when I asked. So no, I don’t believe that your ultimate desire or goal is to be alone.”

You pour yourself another glass. “You were different. Being with you, what we had–it made me want to prove myself wrong. That perhaps I do have the marriage gene in me and I can make it last.” You pick at a piece of pepperoni on your slice. “I’d like to believe that I did. I tried to keep things together to make things work for us.”

Wonwoo reaches for your hand and brushes his fingers over your knuckles in an attempt to console you.

“Turned out well, right?” You remark sarcastically, throwing your free hand up in defeat. “I failed. So, I conclude that I just don’t have it in me.”

“The marriage gene?”

“Uh-huh. I’m doomed!” You laugh darkly.

You were happily resigned to that fact. Wonwoo was a beautiful anomaly. While your time may have been short-lived, it still added meaning to your generally doomed perspective on marriage and relationships.

His fingers curl around your hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I thought you were great at it.”

You smile wistfully and bring his hand up to your lips to kiss it. “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.”

******

You were in the upstairs bathroom washing up when Wonwoo excused himself to retrieve a couple of things from his jacket pocket downstairs when his phone starts buzzing.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Hey, how’s it going? I’ve been trying to reach you. How was your flight?” the female voice says on the other line.

He clears his throat and hides away in what used to be his office. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. You know how it is at my dad’s house. The reception’s shit.”

“Why are you whispering?” She asks.

“Dad just fell asleep. You know how he’s such a light sleeper.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. Do you think you’ll be able to finish up whatever you need to over there? I have some miles on my card and fly out tomorrow to come over and help?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Wonwoo tells her calmly. “Dad and I are just about done packing up some of his old things here so, he’ll be ready to move into the facility. He’s really looking forward to it.”

“Is he? That’s great.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I have to go. I’m trying to sort through a few more of his things here while he sleeps. I work faster when he doesn’t stop to admire each item and talk about what it meant to him.”

“Okay. Just call me if your flight changes. I love you!”

He hears the floorboard creak and looks up from his seat to find you leaning against the door frame, dressed in nothing but a black lace teddy. Biting his lower lip, he says, “I love you, too.”

As soon as he hangs up, he tugs at your wrist and ravishes you.

******

“You think she’d ever suspect anything between us?” You wonder out loud while you both lay naked in your former marriage bed, basking in your post-sex high.

He shakes his head adamantly. “I think ‘you and me’ is the last thing on her mind.”

You laugh at how confident he made that sound.

“I’m serious!” He says firmly. “This is not even remotely on her list of possibilities! She knows what happened between us so this is highly unlikely for her.”

You sit up against the headboard and stare at him in disbelief. “You told her about us?”

He shrugs, not seeing the problem with it. “It was all part of my therapy and healing process so…yeah. I told her everything.”

“So, does she think I’m, like, the devil incarnate or something?” You try to mask the pang of guilt in your chest by making light of it.

“Nah. She doesn’t really think about you.” Then he immediately adds, “I’m not saying that to be hurtful or dismissive. I think at the time she thought she was somebody who could, I don’t know, put me back together or something.”

Even though you’ve both said your pieces over the years and talked things over, traded apologies, and accepted them, it still felt inadequate.

“I’m sorry,” you say instinctively.

He sits up to mirror your posture and dips his head to kiss your bare shoulder. “You’ve said that already.”

“Yeah but–” He cuts you off mid-sentence with another kiss, his lips lingering over yours.

“No buts. We’re good, okay? I’m good.” He reassures you.

But you press him anyway. “Okay, I’m sorry to keep dropping the reality check here but what if she finds out?”

He sighs, a wry smile on his lips. “If she does…” he trails off without finishing his thought. He straightens his posture, turning serious. “I guess you could say that I’m no longer scared of being labeled the bad guy. I spent a good chunk of my life trying to do the right thing and being a good person. Always doing what is morally acceptable.”

You tilt your head at him in curiosity. He’s changed a lot, but just like your old house, even though the fixtures have been replaced, walls knocked down and repainted, and furniture layout rearranged, you can still see hints of what it used to be.

He’s still the same Wonwoo you fell in love with, beneath this new cynical, detached exterior. He wasn’t always open about his emotions but in the rare cases that he would wear his heart on his sleeve, you saw and felt it.

Right now, he was baring his soul to you.

“I’m not saying that I’m proud of it. You know, the affairs. I have needs that she can’t fulfill,” he shrugs. “There’s acceptance on my part. I’m not trying to claim righteousness or hide behind morals. And that’s okay. I’m okay with that!”

You’re silent as you take in his ruminations. In a way, it saddens you that he’s adopted this perspective. You always knew him as an idealist–someone who, as he said himself, ‘always did the right thing.’ Which was why it crushed him when you confessed your infidelity.

He stares at you for a minute before breaking into a chuckle. “What?”

“What?” You echo, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Say something!” He laughs.

“I mean, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Anything. Scold me or, I don’t know…tell me that this isn’t right. ‘Your wife doesn’t deserve this! You’re a terrible husband!’” He says jokingly.

“I am the last person to judge, okay? If it doesn’t keep you up at night…” you trail off.

He nods at that.

But then you cock your eyebrow at him, picking up on what he said moments ago. “So, ‘affairs?’ You mean, there’s more?”

“I had some fling a few months ago. It was meaningless,” he add quickly, as if that contributed to anything. “And there were a couple of one-night stands but I don’t think they count.”

“Mm…” you hum vaguely.

******

Wonwoo cracks open another bottle of wine and brings it upstairs, where you both drink in bed and continue to trade stories.

“I didn’t really want to get married again. We were having a good time and she’s great,” he recounts the early days of his new relationship. “Sometimes it’s easy to confuse great sex with love.”

“Mm-hmm. Speak for yourself,” you remark.

He smirks at your comment. “But…there she was, down on one knee, asking me to marry her. And so I did. We’ve been living together anyway so, might as well, right?” He shifts and changes his tone, feeling the need to clarify that he’s not a complete asshole. “I hope you’re not taking this the wrong way but she and I are good. We’re comfortable. It’s like, we speak the same language.”

He’s tipsy and babbling but you let him. “That’s great,” you smile softly, taking a sip of wine.

“The sex is not.” You nearly choke at his revelation. “A month after we got married–phew–” He makes a whistling sound and makes a quick, swooping gesture with his hand. “Out the door, it went.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say with all sincerity.

He shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“But don’t you love her?”

He purses his lips and tilts his head from side to side. “In a certain way, sure.” He mirrors your answer from earlier this evening.

You nod vaguely, letting the words hang in the air while you both fall into a comfortable silence.

After a few beats he says, “I’ll never love anyone the way I loved you. That’s a fact.”

This isn’t the first time he’s told you this. He’s declared it several times, at least once during one of your clandestine meetings.

“When we were together, I never thought we’d split up. That never occurred to me. So–what I have with her it’s…it’s an entirely different kind of love. But if or when she suddenly comes to me and asks for a divorce, I’d give it to her. I feel like that’s where this is headed anyway.” He downs the rest of his wine before setting it down on the nightstand. “I would compare it to a piece of tape. You stick it on then peel it off and try to stick it someplace else. It might take, if you tried hard enough but…it’s never quite the same.”

You lick your dried-out lips and let out a shaky breath. “God, that sounds really sad,” your voice cracks.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not sad about it so you shouldn’t be!” He maintains his lightheartedness. “I think it’s perfectly fine to have different types of love, different types of relationships. Mine happens to be unconventional.”

“Unconventional, yes. But the way you speak about it, it’s as if you’re saying that you’re totally comfortable with the fact that you’ll never truly love again. That’s what saddens me.”

“I never said that,” he says in defense. “I never said I’ll never truly love again.” Then he looks you in the eye and says matter-of-factly, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

The look he gives you sends an involuntary shiver down to your spine which makes its way between your legs. “Yes, but what we have is different. We’ve both gone through the worst possible thing that could happen in our relationship; which is why when you’re with me, there are no surprises. No unrealistic expectations. There’s no fear lurking around because it’s all laid out for you.”

His expression is steady and unchanged. “And I’m saying this is what works for me right now. This is what works for us–”

“Ugh, Wonwoo…” you groan, sinking back into the mattress and turning on your side, facing away from him. “That’s such a fucked up way of looking at the situation. You know how fucked up we are! We’re still reeling from how our marriage ended and…” You bury your face in your palms and groan in frustration again. “Who would have thought even after we signed those papers, that it didn’t really mean the end…Like, right that second? I wish that somebody told us that breaking up takes much longer than that.”

You feel the bed dip behind you as he scoots closer, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. “It’s like we said, it just takes time, baby.”

“But it’s been five years!” You whine petulantly. “I just want to be done with it! You said that after we’re divorced, we’d move on and start fresh.” You turn your body around, his face is so close to yours. “Now, we’re just in this endless cycle of grief and trauma.”

You close your eyes and you feel him press his forehead on yours in silent agreement. You don’t remember how long you hold each other like that. He quiets your whimpers with the softest kisses until you both drift off to sleep.

******

“No!” Wonwoo cries out, jolting you both awake. He sits up abruptly, with his head in his hands. His back is covered in sweat and his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest.

“Hey.” You sit up and rub circles on his back consolingly. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Yeah,” he sniffs and wipes his tears away.

You offer to get him a drink of water but he declines. He gets out of bed and paces around the room.

“Do you want to talk to me about it?”

“Uh…” he breathes before sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. I’m…trying to remember bits and pieces.” He takes a minute to regulate his breathing while simultaneously collecting his thoughts. “We were walking down the street, coming back from a dinner party or something. And then, we needed to cross the street for whatever reason.”

You hug your knees to your chest while you listen to him.

“I was holding your hand so we could go together but you went on and darted out into the dark road. I kept calling out to you but you kept moving farther away from me. I tried so hard to run after you but it was as if my feet were sealed into the concrete.” A tear rolls down his cheek. “I felt so helpless because I wanted to get to you and–I couldn’t see you. You were gone.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. C’mere,” You open up your arms and beckon him to come back to bed.

He obliges and nuzzles into touch. “I couldn’t get to you,” he cried.

“It was just a dream, baby.” You whisper calmly into his ear, rubbing his back to console him.

He burrows his face into the crook of your neck. “It’s not the first time I had a dream about losing you. I’ve had different versions of that dream where you disappear into the dark and I can’t move my body to reach out to you. It’s like–I’m perpetually stuck or something.”

All you can do is listen. This was his trauma talking. You continue to rub his back and rock him gently.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if…if I’ll ever love anybody. Like, truly love them. Or maybe I’ve never been truly loved before. Maybe…maybe that’s what it means. I’ll never be able to have the ability to–“

“Hey,” you interject. You pull his face away from your shoulder and cup his cheeks. “Listen to me— I love you. In my own… twisted way. And I know that you love me. In your own way.”

He smiles ruefully, his eyes welling up with emotion.

You gaze at him, brushing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “I will always love you,” you say reassuringly before bringing your lips to his.

Your gentle kisses turn hungry and you can’t help when your body responds to him instinctively. Your need for him is unrelenting.

One moment he’s telling you about a nightmare and the next, you’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, your legs on either side of his hips. It doesn’t take him long to be ready for you, especially when you’re naked and bare for him.

You undulate your hips, grinding your slick over his length. His hands gripping your waist, guiding you while you pleasure yourself with the delicious friction.

“Mm, you’re so wet for me,” he whispers, reaching between you to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm-hmm,” is all you can muster.

“You ready for me, huh?” He nips at your bottom lip.

You give him a nod and he manages to pause his ministrations to reach across the nightstand. Once he sheaths himself, he takes one swift move and slips right into your center.

Each thrust is purposeful. Your fingers grip his hair as you moan into his shoulder. He gently sinks his teeth into your tender flesh, groaning. You're both floating and it’s a special kind of high.

One look at him and you heat up to a fever pitch. You take comfort in the deep baritone of his voice, goading you, whispering his naughtiest fantasies about you when you’re apart. You feel him touch you and you know it’s what you’ve been missing. He completes you.

You move in perfect sync as if you never separated. When you’re intimate like this, the questions and doubts fade when your bodies close in, filling every gap. Your connection is unrivaled.

He pulls back. “You close?”

Not that he needed an answer but he just loves watching you come undone. He ups the ante, cupping your ass cheeks and combining deep plunges with swivels, thrusting sharply and retracting slowly. Your head lolls back, dizzy with pleasure and at the same time awed by the heights he takes you to. Places where you can simultaneously forget and remember. Where nothing and nobody else exists except you and him and the mutual passion you share.

The sweat misting his brow glistens in the dusky light, his face beginning to strain as your release crests and finally crashes down. Instantly, you shudder, the tingling becoming too much to bear, your skin too sensitive. He is attuned to your body, because he stops his movements and applies pressure where you need it, keeping your hypersensitivity at bay, as his own climax hits him hard. His growls are suppressed, his face crimson with the rush of blood to his head. Your walls squeeze him greedily, prolonging your pleasure as he empties himself into you.

Wonwoo drops you both onto the mattress, collapsing in a heap of exhaustion. He is glued to your slick chest, where he will remain for the next ten minutes, snoozing, nuzzling, and kissing your neck. You hold him and savor the moment before you part and return to the alternate realities you both worked hard to establish.

Deep down, you know you’ve ruined him. You didn’t mean to. He was nothing but an innocent bystander in your own path of self-destruction. Perhaps, as your lifelong penance, you’d spend the rest of your days assuring him that he’s not broken and that he deserves unconditional love.

You breathe into his shoulder as you settle, holding him as close as you possibly can. In your own quiet way, you're telling him that you're happy to remain like this.

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honeykaes · 1 year

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—𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

pairing: cyno x reader

w/c: 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, modern au, roommate au, hurt/comfort, soft sex, couch sex, praise, oral (cyno receiving), unedited

a/n: new years always brings out the loneliest emotions in you, watching your friends party and celebrate without you. although you thought your roommate would be out all night, cyno returned home only to see you crestfallen and sad about the holiday.

You took a deep sigh, looking outside the window. The glass fogged up from your breath, leaving a cloudy imprint on it. The night sky had no stars in it, as the city lit up instead. It was New Year’s Eve after all. You were sure couples, families, and friends would be celebrating with one another. Cheers would scatter through the streets as soon as the clock struck midnight and fireworks would shoot up in the sky. It was always like that.

A sad smile appeared on your face, letting out a sigh. You could see your reflection of yourself through the window. Physically, you looked fine—normal, most people would say. Emotionally, you felt detached and odd. You couldn’t pinpoint why you were sad or upset, but that familiar feeling lingered in your chest. You turned over, walked to the couch plopped down on its soft cushions, and retrieved your cell phone.

Opening a social media app, you saw it. You saw the celebrations captured through photos, shared on this platform. Tighnari seemed to be spending New Year’s with Collei and the rest of his coworkers—bright smiles on their faces. Nilou was performing with her friends at the theater. Alhaitham who is usually stuck inside doing whatever was dragged out to party with his roommate Kaveh, a faint smile on his digital face. You continued to scroll.

The feeling burrowed deeper in your chest, eyes slowly drifting downwards. You let out another sigh opening your messages. Nothing. You nibbled on your bottom lip, eyes looking away from your phone momentarily. Was it because you were alone? You didn’t have family in Sumeru. Your friends were all partying and enjoying the day without you. Was it because of this?

Did you feel left out?

You let your phone drop to the sofa, taking a deep breath in. You wrapped your blanket over your body, its fuzzy material tickling parts of your exposed skin. You narrowed your eyes, on a random spot in the room. You didn’t feel just left out from today. This loneliness has built up throughout the year. Did you achieve what you wanted to accomplish or did you waste the whole year away? Your thoughts continuously began to spiral.

You lifted the blanket to cover your face, falling on the side of your shoulder. Tears began to build up in the corner of your eyes. You hated this. You hated this so much. This day was supposed to be happy, yet…

A click from the door caught your attention. You hear heavy footsteps walk in, followed by two thumps from this person taking their shoes off. You lifted the blanket slightly to see the figure only to reveal your roommate Cyno. Your eyes widen, removing the blanket from you completely.

“Cyno? What are you doing home? I thought you were going to hang out with Alhaitham or visit Tighnari?” you asked. Cyno rolled his deep red eyes. He put his black coat on the rack showing off his dark turtleneck underneath it. In his hands laid a plastic bag, he must’ve picked something up from the convenience store next door.

“I didn't want to intrude on Tighnari's work even so I had a lapse in my judgment and went to go out with Alhaitham's group. I couldn’t stand it, being in the same room as him any more than I needed. I want to start the New Year on a positive note, not whatever that was,” he murmured sitting next to you on the couch. He took a container out of the plastic bag—it was curry and some utensils from his favorite take-out place. He grabbed the fork before plying the top of the container off, the waft of various spices wafting through the apartment before digging his fork in and enjoying the meal.

“...I’m sorry your New Year ended up turning sour Cyno. I’m sure Nari’ would have loved to see you if he wasn’t busy playing host,” you stated. He continued to eat his curry next to you. Your eyes drifted away from him and back towards the window once more.

“New Year really sucks this year, huh?” you murmured, letting your head hit on the back of the couch. Cyno paused from eating his curry, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.

“Not necessarily. I find your company much more appealing if I’m being honest,” he admitted. Your face felt hot as your eyes widened. You let out a chuckle, not sure what else to react with.

“You’re sweet Cyno…” you mumbled. His eyes focused on you—those rubies seemingly staring through your soul. You resisted the urge from looking away before his mocha hand drifted over. You shut your eyes closed feeling him wipe the corner of your eye, a tear disappearing with it.

“Why are you crying, (Y/n)?” he asked, wiping his fingers with one another to dry them. You opened your eyes again, letting out a sigh. The same expression you had looking out the window returned to you.

“...I don’t know. I’m feeling a bit lonely I guess. I don’t feel like I accomplished anything I was supposed to do this year. I just feel...shitty,” you revealed. Cyno’s lips stretched into a line.

“I’m not going to invalidate your feelings, but I’ll offer you perspective. Although you may not have accomplished what you wanted, did good stuff happen this year for you?” he asked. You let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah...some good did happen,” you replied. Cyno’s lips curved up into a small smile.

“See? I also have to admit, you— being with me this year—has made me much more positive about the future. Your kindness, your dedication, all of it. So, thank you for making my year that much brighter whether you realized it or not,” he answered. You felt your heart flutter in your chest.

You lean your head against his broad shoulder, sniffing and wiping away your dewy cheeks before peering back at Cyno. His eyes just bore into your own, slowly leaning forward before the two of you realized, your lips connected with one another. Electricity bounced throughout your body as your hands soon found themselves pressing against his chest, moving up to his cheeks—soft and firm in your caress. Cyno’s hands squeezed at your waist before he maneuvered you around, your back now laying on the couch with him on top of you.

Your legs parted, letting Cyno have easier access to kiss you. Despite the spices still on his plush lips, a soft moan escaped you—hands beginning to trail up his shirt feeling the lean muscles hidden beneath. A low moan echoed out, pelvis slowly grinding into your core before he finally leaned away from your lips, now glossy from the endeavor.

“Are you sure you want this. I don’t want to pressure you,” Cyno muttered, leaning his forehead against yours. A soft smile etched on you lips, giving his nose a quick peck.

“Please, I could use the distraction…” you muttered. Just as he was about to claim his lips again, you moved away from beneath him on the couch—letting your knees fall against the fleech rug, your hands on each of Cyno’s thighs. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily, shocked by the sudden change before sucking in a breath feeling your hand cup against the newly formed bulge pressing against his jeans.

“F-Fuck, easy there,” he whispered, intensely watching your hands undo his belt. After unfastening the buckle and popping the button, a loud zip reverberated across the room as Cyno let out another low grunt. You moved his boxer’s down, cock springing up and against his lower stomach. His length twitched, eager at the attention—precum already budding on his brown tip.

Your tongue slowly slide up the side of his cock, tongue firmly pressing against a vein as his whole body shivered in delight. You grabbed onto the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly before pumping it timidly. A loud grunt erupted from Cyno as he leaned his head back, teeth buried into his bottom lip.

As you pump him, you open your mouth welcoming his cock inside, slowly twirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. His hips bucked as a result, as you tried not to cough. You soon bobbed your head, looking up at his unraveling form—grunting to hide the moans from coming out. As one hand buried it’s nails into the sofa the other soon found it’s way to your head, watching it move with the pace. You hollowed your cheeks once more, sucking loudly as Cyno let out a silent curse closing his eyes.

“Easy…easy!” he grunted, soon pushing you away from him. As you look back up, concern and worry swirling in your eyes, Cyno sighed trying to catch his breath. His hand reached over to your cheek, caressing it softly with a small smile.

“I..didn’t want to just…do that right now. I’d prefer saving that for another time,” he murmured. “For now, I’d rather finish inside of you, if that’s alright.” You look down flustered at his words as he got up from the couch finally taking his shirt off, revealing his nude form. His hands soon disrobed you from your outfit as well, clothes now pooling against your feet.

As you lay on the couch, it was his turn to spread your legs wider—watching your slick drool out of your entrance. He bit his lip again trying to compose himself as his cock throbbed in excitement.

“Just…don’t tease me much….Please,” you begged. Cyno nodded silently watching your cunt tighten on nothing. The callous pad of his thumb found its way to your clit as your body jolted in pleasure. He brought to other fingers to slowly slide between your folds, concentrating on the glistening slick beginning to coat there. Your hand reached up, thumb flicking your now hardened nipples as Cyno grunted once more, clearly eager to get you properly prepped.

Once he felt you were ready, he grabbed his bag on the ground fishing for a condom and ripping it open. He swiftly slid it against his cock, pumping it a couple of times, before pressing the tip towards your entrance.

“I promise. You’re more admired than you think and I hope that this can show you that,” Cyno murmured. As his cock sank into you, his lips connected with your own once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out. You could feel the thickness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he soon bottomed out, snugly inside of you. You could feel him throb as he shifted his hips, lips moving towards the side of your cheek.

Cyno’s pace was slow and meticulous, as your legs soon wrapped around his waist. His hands trailed against your body, squeezing at your thighs, cock relishing in the way your walls fluttered trying to get him to go faster. His hot lips trail against your neck, softly kissing and sensitive skin. The couch whined, moving to the pace of Cyno’s thrusts as your own moans began traveling throughout the apartment’s living room.

“Right there, Cyno! There!” you cried out, rocking your hips to encourage him to hit that spot inside of you again. Cyno groaned deep in your ear, grabbing onto the globe of your ass and moving your leg up onto the couch so he could get deeper inside of you. As your arms wrapped around him, a soft moan escaped him.

“I wish you saw how beautiful you are to me. Your smile. Your laughter. Inside and out,” he grunted in the shell of your ear. “You have no idea how much advice I had to look up and the people I’ve gone to just to keep that smile of yours.”

Cyno ripped another loud moan from you, feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock. As his strides began getting sloppier, a knot forming in his lower stomach, he quickly pressed his thumb back onto your clit rubbing rapid circles on it. Your squirmed, body tensing as you reached your high—nails harpooning in Cyno’s back as he pounded harder inside of you, nursing you through it.

Clenching his jaw, and shutting his eyes, his lips pressed harshly against yours as he finally came—hips stuttering as he gave a lazy thrust. Despite wearing a condom, you could feel the heat radiating from his cum inside of you.

A large boom caught your attention, and the window soon filled with bright colors beginning to shoot out from the sky. It must be midnight now.

Cyno’s lips parted again with yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. There weren’t many times anything other than a neutral face or scowl was on Cyno yet when he looked down at you all that remained was a soft expression.

“Happy New Year’s. I hope this was a better one than what you were expecting,” he whispered, moving your hair out of your face. You sighed, still feeling full from Cyno’s cock still inside of you. You lifted your hand up, caressing his cheek once more.

“I owe that all to you…”

Flurries of snow, glistening from the fireworks began to drift down outside the window near the two of you as one another remained silent, feeling his cock beginning to move inside of you again. Your hands remained on his face, lips whispers apart from one another.

At least this year, you had one another to depend on.

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good-griief · 1 year

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Trying Something New

this is my first tumblr fic so I hope you enjoy :) I had a friend req for an abby smut fic so i decided to post it here &l;3 cross-posted on AO3 here

Abby had been thinking about this for a while. She was never pushy, and never brought it up more than once, but you could tell it was something she really wanted. She’d asked you once, and after you nervously said you’d think about it, she didn’t ask again.

It’d been a month since then, and you’d decided you were ready. Nothing had really changed. It almost seemed like Abby had forgotten about it, especially with the way she fucked you. You thought she might be upset after hearing your answer, but she simply said, “Okay, baby. Whatever you need,” and moved on. By moving on, that meant leaving you a whiny mess by the end of the night before she held and loved you until the sun rose.

And that led to today. You went to a small store in the local mall, tucked down a hallway with neon lights and harnesses in the window. You went to the section in the back, almost overwhelmed by the line of dildos in front of you.

You grabbed a harness, distracting yourself from the phallic objects momentarily before looking at which ones would fit in the harness you picked out.

You figured Abby would want to use something big, but half of these looked like they wouldn’t even fit without breaking you— which, you figured she would also want.

“Can I help you? You look a little lost,” a girl laughed, the nametag on her shirt telling you she worked there.

“Oh…” You flushed. “My girlfriend wants to try it.”

The girl nodded. “Has she ever used a dildo before?” You shook her head. “Anything more than two fingers?”

“Like three,” was your answer. “Four,” you then added, making her laugh as she nodded along.

“Okay.” She began looking at your options. “I always recommend these for first-timers.” She pointed to three different dildos, one was four inches and so thin that you thought Abby wouldn’t even bother using it, even if you did like that one, the second was six and about as thick as your fist, and the third was eight and more realistic. You blinked at her, dumbfounded, making her laugh again. “I’m serious. It’s less intimidating than it looks.” She then grabbed a different harness. “I also recommend this. It’s a lot more comfortable,” it was basically underwear with a small mound inside it, “and it has a vibe in it if you like that.”

You ended up discussing what to do and how to warm up, which led you to getting all three dildos and grabbing several more items before you headed to checkout.

It was a little over an hour after the usual time you got home, having also gone to an underwear store to get something nice. You kicked off your shoes, calling to Abby. “Abs?” She was usually at your apartment by now, but it seemed like she was running late from the gym.

That gave you the time to go to your room. Quickly changing out of your jeans and tank, you put on the lingerie you bought and threw on one of Abby’s large pajama shirts to hide it. You grabbed your glasses from the bedside table, hoping to look as inconspicuous as possible by putting those on as you heard the door open. You quickly grabbed the black bag from the store, bringing it out and setting it on the dining room table before you went to the living room.

“Sorry I’m late.” Abby smiled at your appearance. “Aren’t you cute in my shirt?” She went to hug you, kissing your cheek. “And these glasses…” She raised a brow. “Do you even need those?”

“I was studying,” you said, giving her a look.

“Oh. Didn’t realize you did that.”

“Funny,” you deadpanned, making her laugh as she took off her shoes and set her bag down. She went to walk past you and change as she usually did after a workout, but you placed your hand on her chest. She hummed, raising her brows in question. “You know how hot I think you look after working out, right?”

She laughed. “Yeah. Why?”

“You don’t think I look hot in your shirt?”

“Pretty sure I already said what I think, babe.” She crossed her arms, looking you up and down. “What?” She tilted her head, brows furrowed in false confusion. “You want me to fuck you, or something?”

“You’re so cocky.” You groaned at her attitude, turning your back to her to walk off.

“Cocky would be: do you need me to fuck you,” Abby corrected as she grabbed your hand to pull you back in front of her. “But I already know the answer to that, so I’m asking what you want.”

You raised a brow at her, earning a sweet smile in return to mask her near degrading words. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Go sit down.” You nodded toward the couch and she gladly went, already thinking over what she might do to you as you went and got the bag from the dining room.

“I got you something,” you told her as you came back and sat next to her, making her frown. You held up the bag, the name on it making her laugh as her cheeks heated.

“You’re joking.”

“Mm-mm. Look.” You reached into the bag, pulling out one of the items. The first was a 6 setting vibrator, which you’d gotten for yourself since you probably wouldn’t be using the vibrating harness. The second was a long, thin, curved glass dildo with a bulb at either end for g-spot massaging. You also grabbed the bottle of lube the cashier insisted you buy when you checked out.

“I thought we might work up to what you asked me for tonight?” You suggested, leaving the strap in the bag as you set it on an armchair next to the couch.

“You’re serious?” Abby looked from you, to the toys, then back to you as you nodded.

She didn’t bother with any more talking, taking your hand and pulling you forward. She caught you by your hips, having you straddle her as her lips met yours in an eager kiss.

Usually, Abby liked to take her time with you. She wasn’t one for going slow, but she loved foreplay. She could kiss you for hours, play with your tits, run her hands all over you in the most loving way possible, but by the time she was fucking you, she’d gotten herself so worked up that she couldn’t keep up the tenderness— just wanting to see you melt under her.

Now, though, Abby was making it hard for you to keep up with her kisses. Her tongue was sloppy, pushing into your mouth and not giving you any time to react as she brought her hands to your ass. She gripped the muscle, kneading at your skin and making you sigh.

“You know,” she moved to kiss your neck, “as soon as I saw you in my shirt… with those cute little glasses on, I knew you were up to something.” Her hands dragged down your thighs as she sucked on the skin of your neck, leaving a bruise.

Your hands went to her hair, taking it down and having it fall over her shoulders as you pulled her head back. You pulled her shirt over her head before bringing your mouth back to hers. Your hands went to her abs, running up and down the muscles as you let out an over exaggerated moan, making her stop kissing you as you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous,” she laughed, but the humor left the room when you removed your glasses and moved off of her to get on your knees in front of her. Your mouth went to her stomach, sucking bruises on her freckled skin and making her sigh. Your hands went to her sports bra, pushing it up. She got the memo, removing her bra and your hands went to her tits, massaging slowly before you sat up on your knees to bring your mouth to her nipple. Abby groaned.

She was always sensitive, but with the way you knew you’d be treated tonight, you wanted to toy with her a little, too.

You could tell she was worked up by the way her hips shifted as your teeth grazed her nipple teasingly. Your hands went to her gym shorts, pulling them off with her underwear and kissing your way down.

Before you could continue, Abby grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back. She leaned down to kiss you as her hands went to your waist and pulled you up onto her thigh. You pressed your knee against her cunt, making her hips jerk forward as you grabbed them, guiding her to grind.

Abby’s hands went to her shirt on you, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. She stopped what she was doing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” she breathed, looking you up and down and nearly moaning at the sight. “What are you doing to me?” she practically whined, hands feeling up your body as you flushed.

“Do you like it?” You teased in an attempt to keep your composure. It was nothing special; a lace, near see-through, white bra with attached mesh draping you thought she might like. The underwear matched, lace and brought her eyes down to it. Abby nodded slowly, eyes taking in your body and making her adjust her seating. You chuckled, pecking her lips. “I thought you might.”

“You realize this makes me want to completely ruin you, don’t you?” She asked after a moment of kissing you, having to make herself pull away.

You hummed, nodding. “There’s one more thing in the bag,” you said as you ran your hands up her torso before bringing them to her hair to tuck it behind her ears. “You can decide if we use it tonight.”

Abby frowned as you moved off of her, grabbing the bag and passing it to her. “I’ll wait in the bedroom,” you said with a laugh, kissing her cheek before you got up and went to the bedroom to lie on the bed and prep yourself for what you knew was coming.

There was no way she’d pick a little glass rod, when she could be thrusting into you herself.

At the thought of her fucking you, you’re hand went between your thighs. Your fingers pressed against your clit, over your underwear, circling slowly as you shut your eyes.

It was only a moment before Abby came in, shutting the door quietly before walking to the bed. She set the glass dildo and lube on the bedside table, holding the vibrator in her hand. She set it on the bed as she knelt next to you.

Her hand moved yours away, replacing your fingers with hers on your clit. “Let me do that for you, princess.” You smiled at the petname, knowing that meant she was pleased, and opened your eyes to look up at her.

Her other hand pulled the straps of your lingerie down to expose your breasts, her hand running over them as she moved your underwear to the side to run her fingers between your folds. “This wet already?” She looked between your thighs, huffing as a smirk tugged at her lips. She looked back at you, finding your eyes. “My good girl.”

She leaned down to kiss you, far more tender than before, but that was only because as she kissed you, she pushed two fingers inside you to make you moan into her mouth as you slipped your arms from the straps of your lingerie and reached for the lube on the bedside table.

Abby grabbed your hand before you could get the bottle. “Be patient,” she cooed. “I don’t even think we’ll need that.”

She sped the pace of her fingers when you looked at her with wide eyes, making you immediately shut them as you turned your head into the pillow.

Abby chuckled, mouth going to your neck to kiss softly. The gentle feeling made even more wetness pool between your thighs and allowed Abby to slip in a third finger. You whined, squeezing the hand Abby was still holding as she moved her mouth to your breasts, feeling as each flick of her tongue got you even more aroused.

Her fingers fit inside you with ease, and she loved it. She loved the way you just melted into her. She pumped rougher as your arousal grew, pooling on the sheets beneath you.

You knew she wasn’t stretching you on purpose. She wanted to stretch you with the strap. She wanted to hear her princess whine and moan as she took her cock. You knew that, and the thought made you shudder as she played with you.

Abby could feel you tightening around her, a sign you were getting close and moving her mouth down to your cunt. She pushed your legs open so she had better access from the angle she was at and lowered her head. Her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the bud into her mouth so she could flick her tongue against you.

You grabbed her hair, gripping the roots as she alternated circling and flicking. Her fingers pushed deeper inside you as your hips rose into her mouth, your moans becoming pants as you came close.

Just as you were about to come undone, Abby broke all contact. She already had a hand on your thigh to sooth you— also keeping your legs open as you whined, grabbing the pillow to push your face into as your chest heaved. You didn't want Abby to hear that you could cry from this, though she already knew, she would just tease you and make it go on even longer until you really were crying.

“You’re okay,” she soothed, bringing her hand to the silicone cock resting between her thighs. She used your juices as lube, stroking her hand up and down the veiny toy before she moved between your thighs. “I’ll take good care of you, baby. Please, don't cry,” her tone was taunting, telling you that if you did, she would make sure you had a reason to.

“I’m not…” You lifted your head and she took you by the jaw, turning your face toward her before she stroked your cheek after seeing how flushed you were.

“That’s my girl,” she cooed, smiling down at you.

Your eyes fell to the cock between her legs. As you thought, she didn't bother with the smallest one, but she also didn’t go for the biggest which made you sigh in relief.

Abby laughed at that, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “I thought about using that one,” she admitted. “But, I think I’ll wait until you’re begging me for it.”

Abby, this confident and stroking a cock between her thighs, with a playful smirk as she looked down at your swollen cunt, was a new sight that made your muscles tense. In excitement or nerves, you couldn’t tell, but you knew it turned you on.

“You ready?” She tapped your thigh, making you look up from between her thighs and at the smug look on her face as your cheeks heated. You gave her a nod as you sat up on your forearms, watching as she slowly rubbed the toy up and down your slit. Your hips bucked, making her chuckle and making you look away in embarrassment. “You’re so fucking cute,” she said, smirking up at you. “All embarrassed at how much you need me right now.”

Whenever Abby saw how worked up you got by her, she got cocky, and that meant she also got mouthy. It would be a cute habit if it didn’t make it impossibly harder for you to control yourself.

Not that she cared whether or not you did.

Abby aligned the tip of the toy with your hole and slowly pushed it in. A throaty moan left your lips as your eyes rolled back. When she fit the whole thing inside you, you fell back onto the sheets and covered your face.

“You took that way too fucking easy.” She watched as your hips squirmed, taking them in a strong grip and slowly pulling the toy out. She watched your muscles tense as you moaned, uncovering your face so she could watch you like you knew she wanted. “That’s better,” she practically moaned, making you shudder at the sound of her voice.

Abby was starting off slow, letting you ease into the feeling of the fake cock, but now that you were already so worked up, it just made it harder for you not to be a complete mess. She knew that, but she also didn’t want anything to go wrong, so she was attempting to control herself.

With the way you were whining, she found that extremely difficult.

“Mm, Abby.” She forced herself not to speed up as you moaned her name when she pressed her hips against yours. She ground her hips into yours, the friction against her pussy making her moan just as you did.

You reached a hand down when you heard her, knowing she must be worked up and knowing you probably wouldn’t be able to do much for her after this. Your fingers fiddled with the thick band of the underwear, finding the button on the inside and pressing it for her.

Her hips jerked at the vibrations, making her freeze inside you as she sighed. “Fuck this.”

Abby gripped your hips harder, lifting them so she could thrust into you at the pace she wanted. She moaned at the sounds you made, watching your breasts bounce as you brought the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle the loud moans coming from it.

Abby was moaning at the sight of you, the vibrator only aiding in her pleasure as she fucked into you deep enough to hit all the right places to make your eyes water.

“You look so pretty like this,” she breathed, praising you to accommodate for the degrading way she fucked you. “So fucking pretty.”

Abby released your hips, pulling your leg up on her waist as she leaned over you. She grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers as she moved it away from your mouth and pinned it by your head. She leaned down when you tilted your head up, capturing your lips in a heavy kiss as her other hand went to your breasts to knead roughly.

You squeezed her hand as you struggled to kiss her back, moaning in her mouth until you hand to break away. Abby kissed your cheek, then jaw, before bringing her mouth to your neck. “Louder, princess. I know you want to,” she moaned against your neck, dragging her tongue along your skin to make you shudder before she sucked even more bruises onto you, marking you up.

That’s how you knew how badly she wanted this. She could hardly control herself with the way she was kissing and leaving deep marks on you. You knew she wouldn't last long like this; after wanting this so bad. For so long.

You obliged her request, moaning louder and getting even more whiny as your hands found her breasts. Her hips jerked, but she reoriented herself quickly.

She was moaning in your ear as she tucked her head into the crook of your neck, thighs trembling as she came above you when you twisted and played with her hard nipples. Besides that, she didn't give any other indication that she’d finished so quickly. She reached down to turn off the vibrator, but kept thrusting into you as she moaned against your neck.

The sound alone brought you back to the edge, bringing your hands to her back as your shoulders pulled off the bed.

That was when Abby grabbed the vibrator. She turned it on, clicking the button until she was happy with the setting, and reaching to press it against your clit. You nearly screamed, gasping a moan and back arching away from her. Your nails dug into her skin as your moans filled the room.

Abby was quick to shut you up, bringing her mouth to yours as she slowed her pace to thrust her hips roughly into you until your eyes rolled back and moans got quiet. Your thighs shook as your nails scratched Abby’s skin, walls tightening around her cock and hips jerking as you came.

Abby fucked you through your orgasm, making you whimper as you breathed in pants. She overstimulated you, hearing the sound of your wet cunt and knowing she could get you to unravel. She circled the vibrator against your clit, your legs squeezing her until they fell open limply and liquid squirted from your pussy onto the toys and all over her abdomen.

Abby didn’t stop until your muscles were limp and twitching in pleasure, taking the vibrator away and pulling out of you as she hugged your body to hers and you buried your face in her chest. She stroked your hair and waist, soothing you.

She then smirked, taunting, “Thanks for letting me ruin you, princess.”

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby tlou #the last of us abby #abby the last of us #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson ff #abby anderson drabble #tlou abby #abby anderson x you #abby anderson fan fiction #the last of us 2 #tlou2

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 1

(a/n: so i've been posting this on ao3 for about a week and just decided to post on here too now. also i do not have a posting schedule im busy lol sorry)

summary: finding the radio at that thrift store may have completely changed the course of my life, but really i'm not complaining at all.

word count: 1,789

warnings: none i think (let me know if should add some!)

ao3 link

masterlist

Chapter One: thing of beauty

The cold wind of Chicgo bit at my face as I walked the short walk from my apartment to the thrift store. I’m not totally sure what I was going there to look for, but I just needed to get out of my apartment. The walk was pleasant because I’m a college student home at one o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so the sidewalks are barren. The store finally comes into view, and then I’m walking in. I greet the woman at the register, and immediately book it towards the trinkets in the back. I look through their selection of shot glasses and mugs, not seeing anything that I just had to have. I pace around the back of the store until I see this gorgeous antique radio. A radio would be great for background noise when I’m reading, and plus this was a thing of beauty. I may not have a lot of money, but I knew in my heart whatever price this radio was, it was coming home with me. I rushed over to pick it up so I could find the price, but before my eyes could land on the price tag they first saw a small ‘A’ carved into wood in the corner. Maybe it was like an Andy Toy Story situation, a cute little memory from a previous owner. Then I found the price, a solid $60 which I am truly willing to part with for this beautiful radio.

With an extra pep in my step, I made my way to the register to pay for my lovely new friend. I greeted the employee at the register once again, and she looked somewhat excited that I put the radio on the conveyor belt. “Has this been here long?” I asked because I was confused how someone would pass up this piece of art.

“Longer than me, pretty sure,” she shrugged, “all the employees here have made up our little stories about the history behind it.” She rang me up and the screen prompted me to put my card in, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get a sweet treat for a week or two but the radio was worth it. “It has been bought before though,” I furrowed my brow because what was wrong with this damn clock? But, to be honest I didn’t care if the radio even worked or not (I was hoping it did though) it was just beautiful. “The people always come back in basically begging us to buy it back, don’t even care for how much. One guy sold it to us for fifty cents one time.”

Now, normally I would not be caught dead with an object that people had been begging to return, and with the way the employee had been describing the situation the radio was definitely scaring the shit out of everybody that purchased it. But, for some reason I needed this radio. A little about me, I’m a textbook snobby english major. I love all things vintage, I think the classics are the greatest works in English literature, and hold a deep detestment for many aspects of modern culture. Yes, I am annoying.

“Mmm, something tells me I’ll be keeping it for the long haul.” I don’t know what possessed me to say something like this, but I’m just gonna go with it. I thank the employee and make my way out of the shop.

The walk home was much less brisk now that I was carrying this heavy radio, but I didn’t think about it much. I was just so excited. My roommate was out filming for some school project so I could fiddle with it when I got home.

After what feels like forever, I see the fence in front of my apartment. I whip out my keys, and put them in the lock of the first door and lock it behind me, while putting the key into the next door which leads to my apartment. I take off my shoes and lock the door. I walk over to the dining room table and put my purse down along with the radio so I can take my coat off. Once coatless, I grab the radio and set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. I mess with the knobs and dials until I hear a crackle. “Yes!” I yelled, as I began switching through the stations, most of the stations I knew from the radio in my car were entirely static. After a couple of minutes I heard someone speaking, the voice was filtered through what sounded like a microphone from the early days of audio.

“Hello dearie!~” the strange voice spoke, I assumed it was a prerecorded file a station was playing. Like a radio version of the history channel. So, of course I didn’t speak back to the radio. Then, the voice came back, “I said…” a loud static started to emanate from the speaker, “Hello!”

My first thought was ‘fuck me, if this is a demon in here, I’m definitely going to fall for one of his traps’ I had just though about this a couple days ago, I want things! Sue me! And I’m not fucking with you two days ago I had been thinking about this shit and now here I am. Welp, I’m fucked, but still I carry on. And now I was sure I had completely lost my mind, so since that had already happened and I was obviously in the middle of an episode of psychosis, I decided to reply, “Oh! Umm I didn’t think you were speaking to me. My apologies!” Whoever this person who was speaking was, I definitely did NOT want him to be upset with me.

“Oh dear, oh dear! Far in the past now! You’ve got my radio!” I could tell whoever was speaking was smiling, I could hear in their voice.

“This is yours? It’s gorgeous, I can assume you’re the ‘A’ on the bottom of it.” I could have asked so many questions, but I went with this one. I’m not totally sure why, but I really want to know more about the strange voice.

“Alastor! That’s my name, sweetheart!” He seemed excited to introduce himself, and honestly I was just as excited as him.

“Hello Alastor! My name is Y/N! It’s nice to meet you! Where do you live, Alastor? I found the radio in Chicago!” Why was I telling this strange voice over a creepy radio where I live.

“Oh when I was alive, my home was New Orleans. Absolutely fantastic! It made it all the way to the Windy City!” My heart froze after his fifth word, hair standing up, goose pimples all over my skin, and a shock through my spine. When he was alive??? What the fuck does that mean? He’s definitely a demon, yep fuck me.

“Just to clarify, you did just say ‘when you were alive’ right? That wasn’t me hearing things, right?” I was hyperventilating out of my damn mind. I absolutely understood now why people had returned this freaky fucking radio

“Oh yes, of course, dear! I’m coming to you straight from Hell.” The way he said it like it was the most casual thing ever, had me feeling like I was overreacting to what he was saying.

“And you’re not messing with me?” After it came out of my mouth I heard him clench his teeth.

“Oh, now what is your impression of me that says I would do that to you?” He seems frustrated with my question, and that did not sit right with me. I was quick to appease him.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant by that, I promise!” I try to stop myself from spilling my guts to this man who I believe might be a demon, because the voice in my head was telling me giving personal information to a demon was probably not the best decision I could make, but I just couldn’t stop myself. “It’s just I never believed in an afterlife or a religion, so it’s just that you have just told me that hell is real and that is absolutely insane to me because now I’m terrified hell is horrible. Is it horrible? I mean I guess that’s the point?” I took a deep breath before I continued my word vomiting, but before I got the chance, Alastor began speaking again.

“Sweet girl~ please stop with the yammering…” His voice seemed like nectar to me, I could listen to him speak all day, “before we continue with our little back and forth, I am going to need to know what I’m getting out of this?” I immediately started thinking about the things I could offer him, not my soul. Wasn’t there just yet.

“What could you possibly want from me?” This was the most genuine question I had asked in a long time, I had absolutely nothing to offer him. I had money for groceries, rent, and utilities. Most of my possessions were books, he was in hell what use could he have for anything I could give him.

“I just adore your voice, little deer!” He was back to being his chirpy self, and it rubbed off on me making me feel a little calmer. “I’m sure you would love to continue our little chats, and in return I’d just like for you to read to me, from a book of your choosing of course.” I was trying not to let off how excited I was, I wanted him to feel like he was getting more out of this than he was. “I’m trusting you have immaculate taste, but give a couple of your favorites just so I can tell.”

After a few quick beats I respond with, “My favorite book of all time is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, I’m a big fan of the classics, nineteenth century literature.”

“Oh how swell!” he seemed like he was buzzing with glee, “A beautiful voice with even better taste!” He seemed to chuckle to himself and as his laugh faded out his voice came back, “Well, dearest, I’m afraid I must be going for now! I’ll excuse your payment for today, but be ready for next time, my dear,” I took a deep breath at the thought of a next time, “When you want to contact me again, just tune back into this station, I’ll be able to tell. I won’t always be able to talk, but when I can I’ll be there in a jiffy!”

Before I could respond to him the static that accompanied his voice faded and it eventually became silent in my apartment once again. I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and leaned back into my couch.

(a/n: i've written five chapters so far i'll be posting the other four asap)

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor fic #hazbin fic #hazbin hotel fic

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dandylovesturtles · 11 months

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Rise Dad Simulator: Part 1 (Intro)

Two weeks after the apocalypse was thwarted, and New York City is still a mess. The external carnage reflects the internal turmoil of Splinter's home: each of his sons injured, hurting, but still alive. They'll heal, but it's slow going, and that's what led him out of the sewers today, on a supply run for food and medicine.

The one good thing about the massive destruction is that no one is around, and that makes it easy for Splinter to slip into grocery stores and pharmacies, on the hunt for cans and bandages and pills. Much has been picked over by now, but he's still able to gather a sizeable haul, and he carts it back toward the lair in a bag carried by a small drone that Donnie made for him.

He's moving at a steady but unhurried pace, so as not to tax his old bones, when his ears, still sensitive despite his age, pick up on the sound of yelling from the lair. Purple and Blue, if he had to guess, their shouts incoherent as they mix together.

He moves to a brisk walk, then a run as their voices rise in volume, a thunderous cacophony. The worst is flashing through his mind: an enemy has found them again, and his sons, still weak from recovery, are all alone. They'll fight, he knows they will, to defend their home and each other, and that's what he's afraid of - the worst visions from the last two weeks of lost sleep rolling before his eyes, each of his boys lost to him forever.

That's what he's expecting to find when he skids to a stop at the top of the old broken down escalator. But there is no enemy. There is no bloodshed.

There are only his sons, gathered in the kitchen but seemingly far apart. He was right: Blue and Purple are yelling at each other, Purple's hands gesticulating at mile a minute while Blue leans on his crutches and glares back. Between them, Orange is sobbing, his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, trembling as he watches his older brothers fight. And off on the edges of it all stands Red, his face blank, haunted, and he says nothing even as the fight in front of him escalates.

Before Splinter can do anything to silence them, Orange breaks - he runs, pushing past them to make a beeline for his room. The movement seems to snap Red out of whatever trance he's fallen into, and he leaves next, straight for the training room.

That leaves Purple and Blue, their fight dimming as they realize their audience has left.

"I'm going to my lab," Purple snaps, turning on his heel.

"Good! Do us a favor and don't come out!"

"I won't!"

Purple disappears up the stairs. With shaky movements, Leo hobbles his way back to the medbay. Splinter is left at the top of the stairs, unnoticed and alone.

He makes his way to the kitchen, followed by the drone. There's a broken bottle of pasta sauce on the ground, shattered glass scattered over the floor. There's a pot boiling on the stove, and he flicks it off with his tail. The groceries are set on the counter, though he doesn't move to unpack them. There's nothing that needs the cold, anyway.

He wonders what he should do.

His sons have fought many times before, and most often he leaves them to sort it out themselves. Conflict resolution is good for growing children to learn, and he doubts they would appreciate an old man involving himself in their disputes, anyway.

But this is different. His kids have never been through such a fight - even after the Shredder, they were not so injured. They didn't come so close to losing everything.

Perhaps he should intervene this time?

But if he does, who should he go to first? His sons scattered in different directions. There are four of them, and he is only one rat-man.

How can he decide?

Thank you for 1000 followers! More info under the cut. :)

WELCOME to something I have wanted to do for awhile now: an interactive story! Set immediately post-movie and dealing with a lot of the emotional and physical trauma the boys went through... well, assuming you guys choose to pursue it!

Other people write post-movie fanfics and I decide to do this instead... oh boy.

Rise Dad Simulator will deal with: Rise movie spoilers, the emotional/mental trauma of said movie, discussion of physical injuries and other health conditions including seizures, self-worth issues, and general themes of hurt/comfort and some angst. I don't think we'll need any more content warnings but I'll update if so!

HOW THIS WORKS:

There will be 4 primary rounds. The start of each round will have voting for 1 week (and maybe other particularly important choices will too), while smaller choices in between will have voting for 1 day.

This doesn't necessarily mean I will update every day! I do have other stuff going on lol. But I will try to stay prompt!

Based on the results of each poll, I will write the next part of the story. Vote for where you think the story should go! There are no wrong answers... though there are multiple endings I have planned, so keep that in mind. :)

I'll be tagging all posts for this story with the following tags:

rise dad simulator update (this tag will have the polls)

rise dad simulator

The second tag is just for if I have any asks or anything related to the story - if you only want to see the story updates/polls, use the first tag!

Also feel free to reblog! And thanks again for 1000 followers! Never thought we'd be here but here we are!

#dandy fanfiction #rise dad simulator update #rise dad simulator #rise splinter #rise leonardo #rise donatello #rise raphael #rise michelangelo #rottmnt #i'm really nervous about this #but fuck it we ball

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Requested by @moondust-imagines

Summary: AEW Wrestlers reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Main Masterlist Part 1

Wrestlers mentioned: 'Hangman' Adam Page, Christian Cage, Chuck Taylor and Swerve Strickland

"Hangman" Adam Page

Adam cried when you told him you were pregnant.

You were scared by his reaction, the only time you saw him cry was after the whole brawl out

The diffrance was this time they were happy tears

He coudn't wait to be a father, he promised he would do everything he could to protect you and your baby

Adam did EVERYTHING for you, he wound't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

It was adorable but also anoying at times, you were capable of walking 10 feet to grab a glass of water

Adam would run to the store in the middle of the night without a second thought for whatever you were craving

He was ment to be a father, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner

Christian Cage

I wrote a four part fic about Christian Cage that you can find HERE, in the second part the reader finds out she is pregnant. I decided to include the scene instead of making headcanons

I went out to pick up a few groceries and once I returned I found Y/n sitting on the floor of the master bathroom with tear-stained cheeks. I sat next to her and asked “What’s wrong?” nothing “If something happened the other day at work you can tell me you know” I waited, I knew she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. “You’re going to be mad at me” Her words were so quiet it was barely a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you honey?” What would I be mad at? “Don’t yell, I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened” Y/n had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “I won’t yell, I promise but I need to know what happened so I can help you,” I told her carefully Just then she got up and handed me four items from the sink before returning to her spot on the floor. She was now fully crying and turned her back to me. It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands. Four pregnancy tests, all different kinds but all were positive. “Are these real?” She turned to face me, mascara now ruined. “Are you mad at me?” I wasn’t mad but I was shocked, but I was also happy. “No sweetheart, I would never be mad at you. Especially over something like this” I gave her a hug to which she returned, burying her head in my chest as she continued to cry. I knew what this would mean, Y/n being pregnant would change everything. Although this was a shock I was so happy. We had never talked about having kids, Y/n was still in her prime and I was nearly 50. “What are we going to do?” I wanted Y/n to know that I would support her for whatever she decided. I mean she is making history with her current title reign and at the end of the day this is her body we are talking about. “This is your decision Y/n. I want you to know that I am happy about this but I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.” She looked at me with a sad smile. “Would I be crazy if I said I want to keep it? I still don’t understand how it happened in the first place but the more I think about it, I want to go on this journey with you Christian” I placed a kiss on her temple before saying “Don’t worry, I am going to be here with you for every second of it. We will do this together”

Chuck Taylor

Looking down at the positive test in your hands you coudn't stop the happy tears that fell from your face

You coudn't wait to tell Chucky the news

When you told him you were pregant he was so happy

During your pregnancy he would constanly kiss your stomach and talk to your unborn child

Chuck Taylor is such a teddy bear, he would be the best dad

Once your baby was born the two of them instanly had a special bond, you swear your baby liked Chuck more than you

Chuck would build you the most perfect nussery and have the best friends come over to help baby proof the house

As much as he loved his friends he woudn't trust them alone with your baby

Swerve Strickland

When you told Swerve you were pregnant he was secretly terrfied

Not just because he would become a father but because of what he did to hangman

He would get nightmares of the cowboy breaking in and taking your baby, simiular to what he did to hangmans son

He was exited to be a dad but was scared of the responsibilities that came with being a father

He was scared that he would mess everything up, scared he would disipoint you

His thoughts kept him up at night and you assured him he would be a great dad

just like you predicted once your baby was born he was a great dad

Swerve promiced he would do anything and everything to keep the two of you safe

He would kill for you

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soapyghost · 1 year

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i need to give könig a smooch RIGHT NOW or i will DIE. he deserves THE WORLD. i need to HOLD HIM and SMOOCH HIS FOREHEAD and TELL HIM HE IS LOVED (may i have könig x gender neutral reader fluff blease??? i just know that he is so sweet and so adorable. he is my sweet cheese, my babygirl and there is so little content for him)

ABSOLUTELY! König makes my whole life better. UGH I love him.

Pure fluff coming up-

It’s been a week since you found that crumpled note under your pillow. You could tell instantly by the terrible, yet somewhat cute, handwriting that it was Königs penmanship.

Will you go to the mall with me on Saturday to buy me civvy clothes?

-König

The sound of your blood rushes to your ears. Is this him asking you on a date? Or was this just an invitation because he was to nervous to go on his own? Your heart flutters at the thought of walking around the mall with König by your side. You fold the note and tuck it safely into your breast pocket, smiling to yourself.

Saturday seems to take eons. You’re mind wanders during every meeting and debrief. The only thing in your mind during every moment of every day is your date with König. When Saturday finally rolls around you can’t get to the parking lot fast enough to meet him. You see him far before he sees you, and you’re surprised that he isn’t in his mask. Instead opting for a black baseball cap and a surgical mask, which with the ongoing pandemic made it look normal. His clothes on the other hand look liked they had been picked out of the trash from a Goodwill. His cargo pants were much too large and his black t-shirt was way too small, but it did show off his muscles.

“Hey big guy! You ready?” You shout to him across the parking lot. The sound of your voice puts him at ease almost immediately. His eyes light up and he rushes over to you. He’s different with you, softer, which you would never expect from a 6’9” German man. “You all ready to go?” He asks with such excitement he can barely contain himself. The entire ride to the mall you and König don’t stop talking, laughing and singing terribly to the songs on the radio.

But the moment you two step out of the car he freezes, car door still open. You can see the terror in his face as he sees the people lingering outside the mall. You rush over to the other side and put an arm on his bicep, “hey hey. It’s ok. I’m right here” you whisper as you look into his eyes. “It’s gonna be ok, I promise.” You grab onto his hand and that finally softens him. He comes back to you and to earth. “Ok. I believe you” he murmurs, looking back into your eyes and squeezes your hand.

As the two of you walk through the sliding glass doors into the noisy mall you can feel Königs grip tighten on yours. People begin to turn and see this hulking giant of a man and whisper to each other. You know König has some pretty severe anxiety, “hey. Anytime you need to leave we can leave” you say. He simply shakes his head, “No. I want to do this. With you” he whispers, eyes sinking to the floor. You cup his chin and raise his eyes back to yours “I want to do this with you too” you smile, “how about this, anytime you feel anxious you squeeze my hand and we’ll stop whatever it is we’re doing and I’ll tell you a joke?” “I don’t want to hurt you” he replies, gesturing at how his hand dwarfs yours. “Dont worry about it big guy, I can handle it”

You make your way through the stores, laughing at the outfits he tries to pick out for himself. König may be one of the best soldiers out there but he has the fashion sense of a dead snail. You help him choose some basic clothes, jeans, T-shirts that actually fit, and a new pair of sneakers. Surprisingly, he only squeezes your hand a few times the whole time you’re in the mall with him. You’re so proud. Once your shopping trip is over you take him to the food court to treat him to a soft pretzel and some boba.

As he bites into the pretzel his face twists into disgust. “This is your idea of a pretzel?” He mutters, spitting it out into a napkin. You can help but burst out laughing at the look of horror on his face. “Mother would be so dissapointed in this… abomination”. “Oh I am so sorry our food does not live up to your expectations my King” you retort. He laughs. A big hearty laugh you only hear when you’re alone, never ever in public. He takes a sip of the boba tea, fully expecting to hate it, but it takes him by surprise how much he loves it. “We should get this back on base” he says inbetween sips. “Indeed” you agree, seeing him so happy and worry free stirs something inside you. You want him to feel like this every day, all day. You promise yourself then and there that you would do everything possible to make sure that becomes reality. “I really had a great time today, König. Thank you for taking me” you declare.

“I would like to take you on more dates in the future” he responds. Eyes full of hope that you will agree.

“Nothing in this world would make me happier.” You smile, taking his hand in both of yours.

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he4rts4alexis · 9 months

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Happy birthday

Pairing: south park x Fem reader

Warning : bondage , choking , and blindfold .

I woke up all groggy . Then I remembered it's my birthday . I look at my boyfriend's spot , and he's not there . Where did he go ? I was about to get up when he walked through the door .

" Good morning , birthday girl . " He's holding a tray with food on it . It was my favorite breakfast . Eggs and toast . There's a heart - shaped bit of butter to spread on my toast . He also got me a glass of orange juice . He puts the tray on the bed in front of me

" Thank you , my love . " I grab the tray and start

eating my food.

"How is it, princess?"

"Good." I finish my food and get ready for the day. I do my hair and put some cute clothes on. My boyfriend, who had walked out to take care of my tray, walked back in.

"Hey darling, I have some plans, and I need you to be out of the house. So you go out with the girls or go get your nails or hair done or whatever you want."

"So I could take some of my girls to get our nails done, and you'd be ok with that?"He nods. "Well then, I'll get going so you can get on with your plan." I get up and get my purse, keys, and phone. I give him a kiss and say bye and head out to the car. Before I start driving anywhere, I text two of my girls and ask if they want to get their nails done and go to the mall. After both of them say yes, I drive to pick them up. I got to one of their houses since they were spending the night. I watch them walk out of the house and get in the car. "Hey girls." I say. "Hey." They both say waving. one friend.

"I think you should get baby blue acrylic

nails." I nod, and we walk over to check in.

"Hi, I would like to pay for three manicures today." I say.

"Ok, and what kind of nails are we doing?"

The clerk says. "We all want acrylic nails." I respond.

"Alright, that'll be $150." I hand him the money, and he shows us what desks we sit at. We are all close together. Our nail techs do our nails, and we sit there and talk. Once we are all done, since I already paid, we get up and leave.

"Your guys' nails look so good." I told my friends. I put my car into drive and head to the mall. Once we get to the mall, I park, and we all walk inside.

"Ok, what store should we look at first?" I ask. "Victoria secret." One of my friends suggest. I shake my head no.

"Girl, you've got to treat yourself right

sometimes."

"Fine." I sigh, and we head to Victoria Secret Once we get there, my friends are having me try on different lingerie pieces. After trying what feels like hundreds of pieces on my friends found a set they really liked, and we left the store.

"Alright, so where are we going now?" My friends picked a few more stores before my boyfriend texted me that he was ready for me to come back home."Hey guys, my boyfriend just texted me that he's ready for me to come back home." I say to

them. "What do you guys have planned?" My friend

wiggles her eyebrows.

"I don't know he wanted to plan everything. I was left out." We walk out of the mall and to my car. I drop my friends off at their houses and head back to my place. I walk in the door, and I see him standing there.

"Hey babe." I say. "Hey, love. Are you ready to see your birthday surprise?" He asks

"Yes, I am." He leads me to our bedroom where there's candles lit and rose petals on the floor.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Yes!" I say.

"Good." He grabs me and pins me to the wall as we make out. The more we make out, the more desperate we get. I start taking his shirt off, and he takes mine off. He slips off my pants and puts me on the bed.

"Well, since it's your birthday, we're going to experiment with some kinks of yours." I feel butterflies.

"First, I'm going to tie you down. Then you're going to be blindfolded. I'm also gonna give you a new necklace." I get butterflies again. "Does that sound good, darling?" He asks. I nod too flustered to speak. He grabs rope and ties my hands and legs to the bed frame. Then he puts the blindfold on me."How do you feel, my love?" He asks. "I feel good." I answer. He then pulls my underwear down and slips in a finger. He starts fingering me fast. I can't tell if it's because I've been so busy or if it's the blindfold, but the pleasure feels way better than usual. I moan.

"There you go, baby. Make noise for me." He says. He fingers me faster. "I'm close." I moan out.

"Cum for me love." He says. I cum. I hear him

licking my cum off his fingers.

"You taste good, princess." I'm laying there for a little bit until I feel him slip in me. "Oh god." The feeling of him slipping in is just as good as him railing me. He starts thrusting into me, and then I feel his hand on my

throat. He squeezes just a bit so I don't pass

out from lack of oxygen. He keeps thrusting

into me, hitting my g-spot every time.

"I'm gonna cum again." I say. "Not yet darling." He says. He keeps thrusting into me, getting sloppier and sloppier each time.

"Now, baby." We both cum at the same time.

He takes the blindfold off.

"We're not done just yet. I just want to see those pretty little eyes roll back with pleasure." He cleans me up a bit before slipping back in. He thrusts into me again and again, also hitting my g-spot this time. "God I'm going to cum again." "Already my darling?" I nod. "Now, baby." We both cum at the same time. He takes the blindfold off.

"Already my darling?" I nod.

"Then cum for me." I cum as soon as he gets the words out of his mouth. I can tell he's close.

"Cum." I whisper in his ear. That was enough to send him over the edge and cum. He gets up and leaves. He comes back with something else to clean me up with.

"You did such a good job, darling." He says "Thank you." He cleans me up. We cuddle and fall asleep with each other. Man, this was a great birthday.

This really isn't a part 2 it's just smut but anyways

@thiscrying

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syoddeye · 1 month

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14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

because i can't be Normal, here are 11 mini moodboards + blurbs lmao. thank you canva. some of the photos are low res, that's my b.

disclaimer: this is clearly for fun. i don't want to hear about how wrong i am lol.

Price: Maybe this is because the strong visuals from Ursa Major by @the-californicationist is rotting my brain (affectionate), but my favorite dude likes workwear and high quality clothing. I don't think he prioritizes fashion, but at the same time, he puts on Hard Pants whenever he leaves the house because you never know who he might meet! (You. At the store. Where he gets that pesky can of whatever off the top shelf for you.) Need to commission an artist to draw him as Tom Selleck.

Rudy: Inspired by Bayardo. Rudy likes moto style, worn-in/lived-in clothing, and cleans up real nice. I could see him gravitating more color and knit button downs/polo shirts. I didn't include much western/cowboy stuff, but I imagine Alejandro's aesthetic rubbing off on Rudy since they've known each other for decades.

Ghost: To no one's surprise, his favorite color is black. But, he wouldn't wear clothes that draw even more attention. He's already a big fella, I just don't see him trying to stand out on purpose. He favors darker neutrals, layers, regular cloth or paper face masks, and workwear. Pretty plain aesthetic. Just a Guy™.

Kate: "Sy, that's a lot of Gillian Anderson." AND? What about it? Anyway, I think younger!Kate saw If These Walls Could Talk 2 and emulated Amy's (Chloë Sevigny) style for a number of years. I think with her work and maturation of style, her style is more utilitarian/streamlined, but when she dresses up, ooh baby. Some of Maya Erskine's outfits in the new Mr. and Mrs. Smith show also scream Kate to me. Obviously we have a vest outfit here, because if there is one thing lesbians love, it's utility. /jk

Nik: Similar to Price in that he values clothes that can hold up under normal-to-heavy use. Every outfit does have to highlight a chain. My guy is probably sitting on a small mountain of money, too, but the clothes he picks for himself are unlabeled.

Ale: He's a smooth operator 🎶 No, but to me he's like Soap - Alejandro knows he's good-looking. He has the range and the confidence to pull off most anything. I think similar to Rudy, I imagine him leaning more towards moto aesthetics, with more cowboy/western vibes. Not afraid of color. Lest we forget, he owns a ranch, so throw in workwear, too. Tucked in shirts, belt buckles. Another minor point of inspo is Donald Glover from Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Gaz: It's coincidence two photos contains glasses BUT I think in my dream world, Gaz dresses the way Elliot Knight's stylist dresses him. Which is to say wonderfully. Gaz tends toward neutrals, pieces that are easy to layer, and can fit into more than one look. He's probably somewhat up on fashion and style, not obsessed, but aware of what he looks good in. Not afraid to chat up a sales associate for help.

Soap: He knows he's nice to look at. He knows his arms are drool-worthy. The moment the weather's pleasant enough, he's sleeveless. I also know he probably dgaf about fashion but let's feed my delusions. Streetwear, athleisure - He's got to be able to move freely, feel comfortable, and show off his build.

Farah: Ignore the bags lol. If anything, she's carrying something crossbody and functional. Anyway, Farah's a leader and has been from too young of an age. I think this translates to how she carries herself and what she wears, yeah? I think she aligns with Soap+Gaz+Ale in the Can Wear Anything group. My soft as fuck HC is that Price gave her a few band shirts at some point in time.

Alex: Generally aware of what he looks good in. He relies on his more fashion inclined friends and loved ones to send him ideas or buy him clothes outright because he does not go out of his way to shop. He constantly wears that a single jacket he got One compliment on it six years ago. Like Ghost, he's Just a Guy™. A very handsome one.

Valeria: She's a business woman, right? 👀 Valeria's aesthetic is a mixture of all black everything/glam/utilitarian but make it fashion. In my deepest of dreams, her fashion style is more fluid, and she eats up everything she wears. Again, kind of falling into the idea that confidence makes any style possible on her.

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jackles010378 · 6 months

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The Boy Next Door.

(No warnings needed, just mention of Dean's body 😜)

You had just moved into your new apartment. After living with your brother and sister in law for the past 2 years after a fire had broken out at your old place, you had finally found the perfect place. It was only a couple of blocks from where you worked as a PA for a law firm.

As much as you loved living at your brother's place, you loved having your own space back. It had been a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was to get home, have a nice long bath and binge watch whatever series you had got hooked into lately.

Grabbing takeout and a couple bottles of wine on your way home, you were mentally planning out your night on the drive back. You grab your purse, takeout and the wine you had brought and made your way up to your apartment. Fishing your keys out your bag, you put the key in and to top off a shitty day your key snaps in the lock. "You gotta be fucking kidding me" you shouted kicking your door. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and rang for the maintenance man that looks after your building.

After a few rings he finally picks up. You tell him what happened and he reassures you that he will get to you as quickly as he can, but he will have to go to the hardware store to pick up another lock. He said it could be an hour, two at the most because he was on another job. You hung up and slid down your door. You could smell your take out and seriously considered just shoveling in your mouth with your hands. But you resisted and opened the wine instead "thank god for screw tops" you said laughing to yourself.

You weren't aware that your neighbour had come out and saw your tantrum against your door. He coughed to get your attention " hi you look like you need some help". Your head snapped up and you were met with the most gorgeous looking man you had ever seen. You were lost for words, I mean he was standing there half naked with just a towel hanging off his hips. Showing off his muscular physique, and those broad shoulders. "Do you need help or are just gonna sit there gawking" he said with a smirk.

You shook off all the thoughts that were swirling through your mind about what you wanted to do that body. You got up off the floor and noticed how tall he was. Damn he was tall. "Hi, erm yeah, my key snapped off in the lock so I'm just waiting for maintenance, sorry if I interrupted your evening" you were babbling, you never babble. But this guy, wow did he get you flustered, his wet hair sending drips down his torso, he had the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen.

"oh so your my new neighbor then, hi my name's Dean Winchester" he held out his hand, you placed your tiny hand in his, his whole hand engulfed yours. "Hi, yes I am, I'm y/n l/n, thanks for checking on me but I'll be fine, he said he'd only be an hour or two" Dean not letting go of your hand asked you "would you like to come and wait in my apartment, you can text him, let him know where you are. I promise I'm not a serial killer or psycho or anything like that" you gave him a weary look "that's exactly what a serial killer would say" you both started to laugh.

After Dean had put some clothes on, much to your disappointment, you both sat on the couch eating the take out. Dean gave you a glass for your wine whilst he grabbed a beer from his fridge. As you finished your food you got a message from the maintenance guy saying he would be at your apartment soon. You told Dean you were happy to wait outside "thanks for letting me take refuge in your home, it was sweet of you" you said to him "well I couldn't exactly leave you out there and let that food get cold could I". You both laughed and Dean walked you to the door. "thanks again Dean, ill be seeing you" Dean grabbed your hand "I'd like to see you again sweetheart, that's if you want to". you smiled shyly " well considering we live next door to each other I'd say wed be seeing quite a lot of each other, don't you?" Dean laughed "we sure will, would like to get to know you better" he said with a wink. Before you left you exchanged numbers with Dean "I'll call you" he said as you walked out of the door, the maintenance man walking by, "you could do that, or you could just come knock on my door" you said with a playful smile, a smirk tugging at Dean's lips as he responded "oh I will, you can count on it"

I saw that gif of him in the towel (I know it's not dean, I think it's from dark angel??) and this load of babble just came to me lol 🤣 hope you guys enjoyed it 😊

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cherrycoloredfaith · 2 months

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Kiss Off

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 4

Chapter 3: Three for My Headache

Eddie

Eddie slammed the door to his office. Well, really his bedroom. It’s not ideal for him to live outside the city, but once Eddie realized he wanted to live alone while not being able to afford it, he took Wayne on his offer. It’s messy and lonely, but he’s actually able to save up his money.

He leaned against the door, inhaling deeply. He didn’t mean to snap–especially not in front of Max. She knew what Eddie’s been through, but he felt ridiculous confiding in her with his issues. Even more so when he lost control of his temper. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

He waited until he heard the front door open and shut. Then, he moved to the window, peeking through the blinds to catch a glimpse of his worst nightmare, walking away in his stupid jeans, getting into his stupid car and driving away. Eddie took a sigh of relief.

Kicking off his boots, he started to relax. He headed back out into the kitchen to pour himself some water; Max stared at him with her arms crossed, her gameboy forgotten on the table. “Dude, what was that about?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” said Eddie, giving her a smile he knew wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“If you really intend to hide your feelings, you’re doing a terrible job… Is this about–?” Max asked.

“I’m not talking about this.” Eddie drained his glass. “Especially not with you. Wayne’s leaving soon if you need a ride home.”

Max narrowed her eyes on the man, but stood and gathered her things. “Whatever, Eddie. I’m just saying, Steve seems nice.” She headed out the door without another word.

Looking down at his feet, Eddie began to think through his day. Steve did struggle at most of his tasks, but he knew with practice, it’d get better. That was what he reported to Wayne anyway. Steve clearly could work with his hands, however delicate they seemed. Eddie wasn’t worried about Steve’s performance, but instead was fretting over the ways he made Eddie want to laugh and get close to him and touch his hair.

So far, Eddie did all the wrong things around Steve. He became quiet, or he was too abrasive, or god forbid, he flirted with the man. Since last year, he told himself he’d never let anyone have power over him again. Not like it was. He was supposed to be scary, to be loud and obnoxious. All that went out the window when he caught his first glimpse of Steve.

There he stood, at the door of the office, perfectly clean, his chestnut hair framing his face in waves, clearly freshly trimmed. His curious eyes landed on him with an ease Eddie did not mirror but tried. He had been arguing with Wayne, saying he didn’t need a new crew member; the residual tension hadn’t eased, and Eddie needed out . Without addressing Steve in the slightest after giving him his most intimidating smile and foreboding description of life at Munson Construction, he was out of there, running to the clubhouse to catch his cool. He ran towards the back porch to hide, lighting his cigarette.

Eddie and Wayne had built it a couple years ago to create a space for cookouts with the guys and various gatherings. You wouldn’t notice it unless you knew it was there. It looks out onto the line of trees beyond the small field. Just out of view is their garage storing all of their equipment and supplies. They’re a small company, but have been growing for the past few years, getting bigger and bigger jobs. Eddie knew they needed the extra hands.

But Eddie didn’t want someone joining their circle. Let alone a very handsome someone. Why the hell did Wayne not let Eddie pick a perfectly ugly candidate? Wayne argued they didn’t do interviews in person, but couldn’t the man make an exception? He had to go pick up the prettiest motherfucker Eddie’s ever seen?

Wayne gave him and the guys the day off as Steve was just getting his bearings and finishing up paperwork. After Max checked in with Eddie on what he’d have to teach Steve tomorrow, he cowered on that porch until he heard his car leave.

Now, Eddie stood in his kitchen, running his hands over his eyes. He scrunched his face in disgust, remembering how he was covered in dirt from the day, and walked towards the bathroom to have a shower.

Shedding his clothes, he forced himself not to think of him, but this was his first bit of alone time all day. Pulling on the hair tie, he let his ponytail loose, sighing in relief at the feeling. He stepped into the shower and was focusing on the task at hand.

The water was slightly cold, as it always was when Eddie first stepped in. A year living here, he knew to wait for it to heat up. Instead, today he welcomed the chill. He felt the dirt and sweat of the day wash away and reached for his 5N1 shampoo. He gave it a sniff, the familiar cedarwood vanilla bringing flashes of last summer. Eddie shamefully wondered what Steve smelled like.

A vision passed behind Eddie’s closed eyes from earlier today. Eddie stood gazing down while Steve kneeled, checking the slumped pile of concrete they were testing. He was giving Steve a chance to assess it himself, but Eddie knew right when he mixed it the ratio was off. He needed to teach Steve what it looked like when it was wrong. The moment gave Eddie a chance to watch Steve’s concentrated expression as he analyzed. With his head tilted and one eyebrow cocked, he regarded the deflated cone shape with uncertainty. “Looks good to me,” he said confidently. To Eddie’s horror, from his spot on the ground, Steve looked up at his face with his big brown eyes, lips parted and panting from the heat. The perfect flush from the sun painted his cheeks, glowing with a sheen of sweat.

He remembers dropping his jaw slightly, probably wearing the dumbest look on his face. Eddie blinked, stilling, to try and recollect what was just happening. He laughed it off, “No, Harrington, not at all.”

The memory played out in full a couple times, and then Eddie was stuck on that same frame. That look of innocence and hope in Steve’s eyes. He just knew Steve wanted to please him, to be right for him. It made him hard to hate. Hard to stay away and keep his distance. Eddie knew he was in trouble.

And the way Steve reveled in Eddie’s praise earlier. He could think of a few other opportunities for Steve to earn it again, just to see that look on his face once more.

Soap cascaded down from his hair to his shoulders, down, down, down. So did his hands as he scrubbed away the grime.

Maybe, if he kept his eyes closed, he wouldn’t feel the shame. He wouldn’t have to face the reality of it.

With a sigh of resignation, he gave in. Reaching down for himself, he kept his eyes shut. Slowly warming water pounded his face until he leaned against the wall. He gasped for air the moment he surfaced from the stream of the showerhead and his hand came into contact with his slowly hardening cock. As he began to grip tighter and tighter, he failed to think of anyone else but him. The sweat that beaded on his skin, dripping down his neck. The slight burn on his skin that would soon turn into the most delicious tan. He pictured his lips as they wrapped themselves around his water bottle.

In a sudden moment of clarity, Eddie halted, opening his eyes to the harsh fluorescents of the bathroom. What the fuck was he actually doing? Jerking it to his crew member after knowing him for a day? He had to stop this before it got out of hand– fuck! –out of control! He had to stop this before everything he feared came true at the fault of his own.

He was aching all over with need, but he fought it back. Trying to return his focus to finish washing the dirt from the day’s work, he got more soap, scrubbed his fingernails, his feet, behind his ears, anywhere he could think of. He washed his hair for a second time. Then, finally, his face–which led him to close his eyes once more.

Immediately, flashes of Steve kept coming until he couldn’t take it anymore. He gave in. Eddie fell to his knees as he touched himself to the thought of that mouth, of those eyes shining up at him. He stroked up until he got closer and closer to the edge. His orgasm washed over him like a wave so intense the water hitting his back stung his skin as it made contact, like his nerves were shot.

He was panting. By the time his heartbeat slowed, the soap had all washed away. Hanging his head, he relished in the calm and clarity. He was looking forward to the weekend ahead without having to see the man that will likely be the next to haunt him.

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Steve

The sour mood created by Eddie followed Steve around like a dark cloud, even up until Robin returned from school. She walked through the door, textbooks in hand, backpack hanging off one shoulder, looking frazzled as always.

Steve was preparing to ask her for another night of moping and smoking, but when she noticed him sitting on the couch, once again upside down, she started to shake her head.

“Nope. Nope, no, Steve. Not again. Not another night in. You’ve been cagey ever since we moved. We’re going out tonight,” she ordered. She didn’t give the impression she would take no for an answer. Something in her expression told Steve she’d really start to worry if he refused.

He knew he needed it to be honest, despite how spent his body was from his first day on the job. He’d struggled to gather the courage to make friends since he was so focused on finding work. Even after a month, all he had was Robin.

He didn’t think he was getting fired, based on the conversation he and Eddie had in the truck, but the knots in his stomach wouldn’t unclench. Robin was right, he needed distraction and a little fun–so what if he’s a little tired?

“Alright, yeah, you got it,” he agreed, getting up from his signature moping position.

“Good. You can tell me how your day went once we’ve got a drink in our hands,” she pointed at him.

They split off into their respective rooms to get ready. He knew Robin had added decorations to her’s but Steve’s bedroom couldn’t be more bland. Everytime he tried to come up with ideas for it, he couldn’t name one thing he liked for himself. He had essentials: a bed frame and a night stand. A dresser, too. It hadn’t really sunk in for Steve that this was his new life, his new home.

Steve already showered once he got back, but now he needed to change and fix his still damp hair. He picked out an outfit of light denim jeans and a dark purple polo that hugged him in all the right places–something to make him feel like himself.

Robin emerged from her room a few minutes later, looking fashionable in blue slacks, a patterned button down, and suspenders. She swung a relaxed purse over her shoulder. “Ready?” she asked.

They walked to a nearby bar, one Robin had raved about prior to their apartment searching. She informed him at the time that it was the only real lesbian bar in the city, but it was just dumb luck they ended up moving nearby. Steve silently prayed there wouldn’t only be lesbians there.

While Steve was prevented from discussing his day, Robin talked about hers as they strolled down the street. She only had a few courses this summer, but they were primarily what she had to talk about nowadays.

“This next test is going to be crazy, absolutely no one is ready. And really what kind of professor puts a test on a Monday anyway? My answer, the worst kinds. They really should make rules against this kind of teacher/student abuse,” she continued, hardly stopping to breathe. “Oh, Steve, I may need you to quiz me later–”

As he silently listened, he took in the sights around him, trying to familiarize himself with the path to and from the bar. It was nearing 6 PM, but the streets were calm for a Friday night, he thought. The neighborhood wasn’t overly busy, but Steve suspected later in the evening would be a different story. He took deep breaths as he tried to come back to himself. He wanted to tap into the Steve he felt he left behind in Hawkins. Not the one who was an asshole back in high school, but he missed his confidence, his own surety. Even though he hated it there and knew he wanted to leave. Now, here he was. Walking down the Indianapolis street with his best friend in a place that could actually accept him for who he is. So, why did he feel tears stinging behind his eyes as the harsh wind beat against his face?

He quickly blinked them away before Robin had time to notice them.

Fuck this , he thought. He started to make a deal with himself; he was going to meet someone in this hopefully-not-all lesbian bar. He was going to forget about Eddie, forget about Hawkins. Forget who he used to be or whoever he wished he was.

Once they arrived, they snagged seats at the bar, both ordering their drinks to start off the night. Moments later, with their drinks in their hands, Robin stopped talking about school. “Alright, Steve-o, tell me what happened,” she requested.

Steve considered filling her in, but now that he was sat with a drink in his hand and a newfound determination to prove himself, he paused. “You know what, never mind. We can talk about it later? I just want to relax.” He scanned the room looking for potential strangers to talk to. He’d need Robin’s help as both of their “gay-dars” were pretty shit, but maybe he’d have good chances with a guy here. “Rob… I think I want to try and meet someone.”

“Someone that isn’t your new boss?” she teased.

“Someone who is definitely not my new boss.”

She gave him a sad smile. “Okay, I’ll let you know if I see any contenders. Keep an eye out for me, too,” she requested.

They were on their second drinks before Steve actually began to relax. Their seats were turned out to the room, so the pair had a good view of the crowds. Steve was enjoying himself, talking with Robin about the latest movies, reminiscing on when they worked together. As he went to take another sip of his drink, across the room, he caught a glimpse of dark curling hair–quickly disappearing behind someone else.

Eddie?– Steve gasped as he drank which caused him to choke. He coughed, Robin slapping her hand on his back to pretend to help. A few people around them turned their heads to see what was happening. Robin looked from his face to the direction he was staring as he regained his composure, trying to see whatever caught his attention. He caught his breath just as he felt his face heating.

“Dude, what happened?” Robin asked as she looked at him, concerned.

“Uh, I thought I saw someone.” Is it possible that Eddie could be here tonight? Would he even go to a gay bar? Was it possible for Eddie to be gay? Steve realized he hadn’t even considered it.

He blinked away his watering eyes for the second time that night. Before he knew it, he realized who he saw earlier was walking right for him. A very beautiful girl with a halo of brunette curls. A moment later, he realized she was smiling at Robin. As he looked to her, he recognized the look on her face: completely frozen–he had to act fast. He, sort of gently, kicked her shin with the toe of his sneakers and watched her snap out of her trance just as the mystery girl walked up.

“Hey, uh, Robin, right? I think we have Advanced English Lit together. With Professor Lyonne?” she asked warmly. She was short, even with Robin sitting at the bar, the strange girl cast her eyes upwards while tucking her chin low, a small smile playing at her lips. Steve watched as she batted her eyelashes. This girl was a pro, and he knew Robin was a goner.

“Y-yeah! Yes, wow. Nancy, right? Whoa, crazy seeing you here! Do you come here often? I’ve been here a few times, I haven’t noticed you–I mean–I’ve not–uh–seen you around these kinds of places, haha,” Robin stumbled over her words. Steve’s surprised her eyes didn’t bulge out of her head and form heart shapes.

Nancy actually laughed, “I’ve not been here for a while, but, yeah, you could call me a regular .” She scrunched her nose at the end of her sentence, sending the confirmation both Steve and Robin were looking for.

They both nodded in understanding, and Nancy’s eyes finally landed on Steve. Before she could wonder anything, he spoke up, “Hey, Nancy. I’m Robin’s best friend , Steve. And I was just about to walk around for a bit.” He stood and offered her his seat. Nancy took it graciously, and the two began talking about their class, leaning a little closer than necessary.

Steve smiled to himself as he walked towards the restroom. It wasn’t until he looked himself in the mirror that he saw how flushed he had become. Between choking on his drink and thinking he saw his boss, Steve's nerves were shot. Why would seeing Eddie have such an effect on him anyway? Why should Steve care if he goes to a gay bar? As if the obvious metal head would show his face at a lesbian bar exclusively playing dream pop. It was foolish of him to be thinking so much about this man he hardly knew. Schooling his features, he refocused on finding someone new to fill his thoughts.

Steve roamed around the room aimlessly, avoiding the overly dark corners, so he mostly found himself standing alone on the outskirts of a dance floor. There was a good mix of people–young and old, masculine and feminine–but, unfortunately, no one caught his eye.

Eventually, Steve returned to Robin and Nancy, and the evening carried on. The girls shared a few slightly awkward dances while he looked on, guarding their seats. They did include him in their conversations after he would strike out trying to meet someone new. Once with a guy, tanned skin, and blonde waves, another with a redhead who he misread and was definitely not into him. By 10:00, he was defeated and wanted nothing more than to go home; all his hopes for the evening had run out.

Robin was clearly much luckier. Steve could read the look on Robin’s face when she glanced over Nancy’s shoulders; it said “ please go somewhere while I bring this super pretty girl home with me for a few hours and I owe you one .” Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud, but once she mentioned to Steve that they wanted to go back to theirs to “study,” he knew what he was going to do. Giving her a squeeze on the shoulder, he said his goodbyes for the night. He wouldn’t bother her; he could no longer feel the effects of his drinks and more than anything wanted to go for a drive.

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