#all the way to the bedroom AND use the restroom before laying down

[maraeffect]

holy fuck getting your intercostal space sliced through is one of the worst fucking pains ever. holy shit

[pepsiboyy]

AFTERCARE.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: a blurb on chris taking care of you after intimacy <3 warnings: use of y/n lol, established relationship, cursing, suggestive content, fluff!! a/n: just wanted to write something cute, still growing the courage to post smut so bear with me <3 love you guys thank you for the amazing support so far on my acc!!!

inhale, exhale.

inhale, exhale.

chris's hand gently grazed your temple, down to your cheek, to your jaw, and further down to your chin as he gently ran a thumb against your lips.

all you could do was crack open your eyes to look at your boyfriend and take in his appearance.

the way his hair was flowing in each and every direction. the way his forehead and face were slightly damp. the way his chest rose and fell with each breath that he took. the way his eyes were a deeper shade of blue as they remained on you, admiring you and every part of you.

you two sat in silence as you smiled at one another, before chris leaned in to close the gap between you both.

the kiss was soft. warm. loving. chris's bangs tickled the bridge of your nose, causing you to smile against his lips, which chris only reciprocated.

after a few moments of staying there, chris carefully pulled away and sat up, a hand gently carding through your hair. "let me get you a towel."

and with that, chris quickly stood to his feet. with the slight struggle of sliding on a pair of boxers and a teasing giggle from you, chris made his way to the nearest restroom to your bedroom.

while waiting, you stared at your ceiling and bit your lip.

how did you get so lucky?

chris was an amazing boyfriend. someone who always prioritized your wants and needs over anything, your feelings and what you felt was more important to him than anything. he fucking loves you. more than anything.

"is this one okay to use?"

you turned your head towards the voice, seeing chris holding a gray towel in the doorway. you smiled softly and nodded as you carefully sat up, to which chris immediately rushed over and put his hands on your shoulders. "nuh uh, lay down. you're staying here." he smiled, and you felt your face heat up.

"i'm not helpless, chris-"

"can you let me take care of you at least? let me have my moment," he defended, and you couldn't argue with that.

chris used the towel he retrieved to gently run against your skin, making sure to catch every spot before he sent the towel flying into your laundry bin. his arms shot up in the air in celebration, his jaw dropping as he turned to you. "see that!?"

you smiled and nodded, gently taking chris's shoulder in your hand. you pulled him towards you, pressing your lips to his softly.

with this, chris felt his own cheeks heats up, but nonetheless smiled against your lips and kissed you back.

he pulled away and carefully placed himself beside you in your bed, his arms open.

your arms moved to gently wrap around his waist, your head resting between his shoulder and jaw, nose tucked into the crook of his neck as you took in his scent.

chris's fingers found a home tucked into the strands of your hair, gently brushing through them and occasionally massaging your scalp.

your eyes closed as you hummed softly, your fingers drawing shapeless figures into the skin of his hip and occasionally his side.

"get some sleep, gorgeous." chris whispered softly, his voice a bit groggy. you took this as he was also about to drift into his own slumber.

"i love you, christopher."

a soft chuckle left him as he stopped his movements to wrap his arms around you, encapsulating you in his grasp as he took in a deep breath and smiled brightly.

"i love you more, y/n."

[tradgedyinwaves]

tw: emotional neglect, military inaccuracies, one sided relationship, sex, cursing, not necessarily unwanted sex, but not encouraged

You told him.

Over and over.

If he didn’t stop treating you like a maid and fuck buddy, you were done.

“Simon, you didn’t do the dishes like I asked and now I have to do them before I can get started on dinner,” you chastise, moving dishes around so you can get them done. His team was coming over for dinner that night, but he’d made no move to help you.

“Ah, I forgot. ‘M sorry,” he called from the couch, eyes still glued to the game flashing across the screen. You huffed and got to work, mentally creating a list of everything that would need done before the guys arrived in…four hours. Great, you had to shower too. 

Only once you’d finished the dinner and were getting into the shower, did Simon finally rise from the couch. He pushed his way in, joining you in the shower. His massive hands found your hips before sliding between your legs, searching for the little bundle of nerves.

Oh, now he wanted to pay attention to you? “Come on, luvie. Let me feel your tight cunt on my cock. I know how much you love my cock,” Simon grunted against your ear, his fingers dancing over the most intimate parts of you. And you let him.

Let him take what he wants because at least, he’s paying attention to you, right? You sigh as he slides into you, feeling the familiar burn and stretch. It’s quick and dirty. He pulls out to shoot his seed between your legs and down the drain. You don’t finish and climb out of the shower to let him finish in peace. 

You stand in front of your closet, opting for a black dress that flaunts your curves but still allows you comfort. Stepping out of the bathroom, fully nude as he uses a towel to dry his hair, he grunts when he glances at you but makes no effort to compliment or even really look at you. 

“I thought I asked you to do the laundry. You know I have that court marshal and Price will have my head if I don’t look presentable,” Simon rants from the bedroom, looking for the ONE button up he owns that he wore earlier in the week to a meeting with some big wigs that the higher ups wanted them to meet. 

The issue was that you were currently bedridden and unable to leave the bed for more than a few minutes to use the restroom or grab food. You’d been laid up with a case of pneumonia that led to bronchitis, making breathing difficult, let alone doing your boyfriend’s laundry. 

You didn’t answer him, rolling away from the closet and curling into yourself. He’d not even been taking care of you, citing that he couldn’t afford to get sick. What if he needed to be deployed, but he was stuck in bed because he was taking care of you? His reasoning was fair, but you were his girlfriend. Shouldn’t he be more worried about getting you well?

It was Simon’s last night home before being sent on a mission. You weren’t privy to where he was going or how long he’d be gone, but that was normal. Something you’d adjusted to when you started dating the man. 

Normally, he’d at least stay home with you the night before. Maybe a movie or something before he’d fuck you into the mattress for three minutes, leaving you unsatisfied. But he tried right? 

This time though, he was throwing his leather jacket on and grabbing the keys to his bike. “You’re seriously going out with the guys you’re shipping out with instead of staying home with me?” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks as you finally broke from the quiet ways he neglected you. 

“Sorry. They wanted to have a good night of drinking before we’re forced to be sober for weeks on end,” he reasoned, barely even giving you a glance before coming over to kiss the top of your head then disappear out the door. 

The door clicked shut and you heard the key turn in the lock. 

When Simon returned two months later to an empty flat and all of your things missing, he was stunned. Finding the note and your copy of the flat key laying on the coffee table had him collapsing on the couch as he stared at the two sentence note you'd left. He’d taken you for granted for too long, neglected you when you deserved the world. 7 words to shatter his world.

“Don’t come looking for me. I’m done.” 

[thatdumbmexicanbimbo]

everyone was sword fighting in her mouth.

Perv!Mean!Bully!Eddie Munson x Bimbo!thick!latina reader

A/N:*INHALES LOUDLY* I cannot stand the lack of people, writing for latina's, SO I'm just gonna write myself *grins evil like*, but with a twist, HEATHERS AU!!, Eddie is ram Sweeney bc he's my fav, and reader is like Veronica Sawyer in the situation :P, Chrissy is heather McNamara, Nancy is heather duke, heather Halloway is heather Chandler!

WARNINGS: SMUT!!, NONCON,drugging ,impiled oral sex(F only), virgin reader!, PIV

you wonder how your life would be if you stayed in New Jersey, you sighed as you unloaded your boxes to your new house.. well trailer, you and your papa have been slightly struggling, your pink suitcase was heavy so your papa came to help, it wasn't a shabby trailer it was quite expensive, 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom was okay for you and your dad.

Now it was your first day , you've been to racists schools your whole life, casually getting rude remarks on your weight and race, but ever since you moved away from Hawkins temporarily, you can't shake the thrill of coming back!, you struggled, to slide your white skirt on, you made sure your thong wasn't peaking out so your dad wouldn't see, you put on a lacy white bra obviously!! a push up, a pink tube top,and cute black backpack a bow on the zipper!

When you arrived you got loads of flattering and a few un-flattered looks, you just looked at your schedule, you go to your locker number

seeing a woman already there, but the sudden turn around revealed a long-haired man, "Whats with the staring,baby doll?" he chirped,

"my apologies, I'm confused on how to open my locker? I forgot how, I use to be at this school I just moved but came back for personal family issues", he looks you and up down scanning your hot thick body up n down,

"you ain't new then?". you nod meekly, "ah okay, well let me tell ya sweetheart I don't recall seeing you 'round these halls" he says while pulling a cigarette out, you look away embarrassed,

"I was slightly overweight, glasses and baggy clothes..i-i was called chunky y/n.." you say stuttering,

he looks at you "oh now I know you, you looked HIDEOUS, those glasses were not for you" he says chuckling, his smile fading seeing your face form a frown,

"is a pretty face and body all that matters to you?"you say annoyed,

"well, what else is there to offer?", you scoff and storm away, fucking guy judging your body fucking looking at you like a pervert.

you skip your 3rd period class, your lip liner was fading, fashion emergency!, you reapply your lip-gloss as 3 girls walk in, one of them goes into a stall and forces themselves to throw up, another girl trails behind another, LOUD RETCHING NOISES, "god Nancy hurry up!" the main girl shouts checking her pores

a teacher walks in to use the restroom, "what are you lady's doing out of class??", you were quick to write fake passes after you recognized your first period teacher's handwriting and signature, you quickly hand the 3 girls one and say

"um Ms Burn-ham gave us each a bathroom note" you show the teacher, "oh very well you ladies stay out of trouble" she said as she exited the bathroom

"sick forgery, thanks for helping" the main one says, "the name's Heather Holloway, i'm pretty popular, among the school",

the second one chirps up, "ugh didn't even bother to introduce us Heather, i'm Nancy wheeler, and this is Chrissy Cunningham", Chrissy waves shyly,

"I see you being a popular girl stick with me and you'll be on top of the other low-life losers" heather says wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

a month has gone by heather wasn't fully wrong you were popular with her guidance, But so much people noticed you finally, even that sick pervert hasn't stopped trying, you were laying lazily on your bed, and get a call from Chrissy, "y/n I need help i'm at the cemetery"

before you could respond Chrissy hangs up you made your way to the cemetery, you see Chrissy in her car

, "uh why is uh Eddie munson passed out?" you questioned

"well nancy, steve,eddie, and I were ya know hanging out and they dung into the booze, then Nancy and Steve were together and Eddie tried hooking up with me..and he wouldn't stop trying to grope me..." she says blankly

"so after all this happened why'd you call me??" you say tugging at your annoying socks

"oh well that was the deal, if I called you Eddie promised to leave me alone"

"SO you avoided date rape by volunteering ME for date rape?"

"gosh you make it sound so ugly"

eddie groans drunkly, "HEYYYY Y/NNN, I WAITED HOURS FOR YOU!!"

he passed out, Nancy comes from Steve's car, him attached to her while she buttons her skirt, "Chrissy, open the door" she says sharply

"UGHH don't leave me like this baby!!" Steve whines. he lays on the grounded passing along-side Eddie

Eddie rises, when Chrissy and Nancy drive away, "so you're my reward huh" he says says while smirking

"as if , you have a left hand use it" you reply with disgust you hear a noise off in the distance looking away.

he whimpers, but replies, "there's some alchol left?" he was quick to slip in a roofie

"welp this Friday was shit i'll take it" you chug it down

"I don't feel so awesome" you pass out but Eddie catches you

"oh trust me sweetheart you will soon.."

your eyes flutter open, still in a ditzy unable to move trance, you feel an odd stomach twisting feeling between your thighs, a long- haired man between your thick thighs, you cry as he shoves fingers into you, you gush out more slick and cum

"fucking naughty girl, getting her tiny unused cunt violated, n getting wet off it, pathetic" he says degrading you

you whimper, and try moving or screaming unable to from the roofies effects, he tugs his boxers down, aligning his cock to your virgin cunt, you sniffle as he shoves his cock in, he thrusts uncaring if you're enjoying it

"so fucking tight, mmm yea just for me, fucking bitch you rejected me??, I don't fucking think so, you are enjoying this you're clenching go ahead slut, cum for me, cum on my cock"

you sqeaul and cream on his cock. after this everything fades to black

you awaken in your bedroom, you walk into your bathroom, hickeys everywhere, bruises, you sniffle knowing it wasn't a dream..

you arrive at school seeing Nancy cleaning out heather Holloway's locker, you heard she was kidnapped by billy who also died or dissappeared,

"jeez what are you rummaging for??" you say

"a little respect, I'm cleaning out a loved ones locker" Nancy scowls at you

"I don't think heather would want you going through her stuff-"

"lets not focus on me right now, more about your new reputation, Eddie n Steve have been telling the whole school about a scandalous little three way last night after Chrissy and I left" she said smirking

"there was no three way, I don't even recall doing anything with either of them-" you get off by the boys giggling

"THEY"RE WAS A BIG SWORD FIGHT IN HER MOUTH DUDE!!"

"MY BIG SALAMI BENT HER LIKE ORIGAMI!!" they both cheered

you ran into the bathroom crying terribly.. it was just a rumor but what could you do..

possible part 2?

[aboutkiyoomi]

001. when life gives you lemons | onigiri cravings

cw: cursing/swearing, inconsiderate bf akaashi, a bit of angst & lack of osamu miya sightings.

the air in the apartment felt bitter. you had asked one simple thing of akaashi, for literally a morsel of his time. while laying in bed, you had asked so sweetly and quietly for a date night with him. you offered a night in, not even bothering to push the boundary to anything that would take up too much of his time. he agreed and even offered his apologies, as he kissed your forehead gently, claiming that he would always make time for you.

yet, here you were. dressed in your comfiest pajamas, cozied up on the couch, with all of you and akaashi's favorite snacks spread across the coffee table but no akaashi anywhere in sight. it was currently nearing 1am and you got ready to just put the snacks away and head to bed before you heard the ping sound of your phone.

with a sigh, you picked up the phone and read the text that blew across your brightened screen. the sight of your home screen left a twisting feeling in your stomach as the barrage of excuses came through. the sweet picture of akaashi kissing your forehead, his bangs clipped out of his face and a bright smile glowing across your face.

"i'm so so sorry love. kuroo and i got really busy with this lesson and i just ended up falling asleep. i know you're working in the morning, you can totally just sleep. i'll make this up to you, i promise."

you sent a quick "ok" before putting the snacks away sluggishly, pausing on the spicy salmon onigiri, one that you specifically took for work just for akaashi. it was his favorite. you pushed it away into your stomach, that bitter feeling returning to your mouth.

you trudged your way directly to the bedroom, laying in the all-too-familiar emptiness of the bed. lying down, you sent suga a text and told him you'd be clocking in later than scheduled and to cover for you. he replied with his signature "of course sweetie" and even asked if you were okay. to that, you left him on read and threw your phone across the bed. tears began stinging aggressively in the inner corners of your eyes and you blinked them away immediately, resolving to close your eyes and rest instead.

before you knew it, sunlight flooded in from the windows and into your senses. you trudged out of bed and made your way to the restroom to get ready for work before hearing humming outside of the bedroom door. your eyes rolled unconsciously as you continued to get ready for the day in silence.

when you exited the room, your eyes landed on keiji who was already in the study, legs propped up and his head thrown back, a textbook resting on his desk. you cleared your throat before going into the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast before you left for work. while you prepared the omelet, keiji came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, placing kisses along your temple, but you jerked away, eyes rolling.

he moved away quickly, leaning against the opposite counter from you.

"i understand if you're upset. can you just let me know instead of shrugging me off?" he spoke, pushing his glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose. you sighed deeply, inhaling audibly before speaking.

"ya know what keiji, i am upset. i'm pissed because at this point, i'm convinced that you care more about your grades than me. when was the last time we sat down and talked??? seriously, i'll wait for your answer." you spoke, your arms crossing across your chest. the silence was telling enough, his lips were pursed tightly. "exactly. do you even care about this relationship anymore keiji? you spend no time with me and it's beyond neglect at this point. i'm not asking for you to be up my ass every waking moment but you barely acknowledge me and we live in the same fucking home." you laughed pitifully.

his face was void of any emotion, the beautiful deep cyan eyes that used to be full of adoration, blank.

"i don't know what else you want me to do, y/n. i work my ass off everyday, so that i can have this career and maybe even, i don't know, provide for us one day? do you realize how hard it is to study everyday and go and learn more rigorous details. it's hard for a fucking reason but you wouldn't understand because unlike me, you took the easy way out. just because you're almost done with nursing school doesn't mean i have the time to sit back and relax with you. i have shit to do and i'm sorry that i cant be the perfect bf 24/7 but i need to focus on this." he sighed greatly and walked off, leaving you no time to respond. you stood there in the kitchen, in pure disbelief and shock that he could even fix his mouth to say such a thing.

akaashi keiji was one of the very few people on earth who knew about your once ambitious dream of becoming a doctor. it was something you both talked about in the first year of dating. however, after failing your mcat during your junior year of nursing school, you decided that maybe nursing was right where you needed to be. akaashi never faulted you for that before but to hear him, especially now, throw it back in your face. it hurt. hurt like hell.

but, now wasn't the time to wallow in the sting of his harsh words. you were already late for work and you couldn't allow this to hold you back. you were going to graduate in just a few months and you refused to let this small comment, make you doubt any of the plans you've made for yourself. akaashi has changed and so have you, however no one has made a mature decision to talk about this. so, you'll leave this alone for tonight and focus on plastering a fake smile as you walk to work in the warm, spring air.

as you approached the front of onigiri miya, your phone pinged and you already knew who it could be from.

my lover <3: "look, i'm sorry. it got heated and i said some things i didn't mean. let's talk when you get home?"

your eyes roll, unsure what to believe or what to even make of the text before deciding on a reply.

"what so you can stand me up again? or tell me i'm too dumb to have ambitions?"

you sent it without a second thought before pocketing your phone and entering the safe haven that was onigiri miya. that comforting warmth enveloping all of your senses before a deep voice cut through and interrupted your peace.

"look who's finally here." semi smiles, true to his aggravating nature.

"oh hush, i told suga i'd be a little late." you replied, playful eyeroll as you went to the break room to store your belongings. your face full of disappointment as you try to brush off the sheer weight that was your relationship at the moment.

"well sweetie, as much as i love covering your ass, our boss will be here next shift soo i'd show up on time." suga smiles from behind the counter, sitting on his usual milk crate.

"as if he'd care." iwa tags in, appearing from the dining room.

"great! how fucking amazing." you groan, smile unnaturally dull as you put your head down on the counter in defeat.

a/n: short chapter but ugh my heart strings. i hate making akaashi inconsiderate and a little mean. but alas, HE IS NOT OUR MAN HERE BUT AN OPP. ok thats dramatic but more to come, i love my silly written fic. oh and osamu will appear next chapter, i promise you were not click baited 😄

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[c1phyb4ra]

Ghost HC's (SFW & NSFW)

【Hi! It's my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, so apologies for any mistakes in consistency. I'm learning to navigate and format my work. Thank you for your patience <3】

☆My personal angst to comfort headcannons on how Ghost would be in a relationship with you despite all the trauma and suffering he's lived through. I will mark where the NSFW starts if you don't want to read that. My requests are open so go nuts, I'll try my best to do yours :3☆

CW: [For Ghost's past/current struggles] disordered eating habits, paranoia, panic attacks, abuse, gn reader. [For nsfw] praise, body worship, oral reader receiving, gn + afab reader.

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► He had such a rough childhood, living with an abusive father so he's developed a habit of treating you like glass, always worried he'd do something to hurt you.

► Intense insomniac. He's used to not sleeping much due to having to keep an eye out for enemies. He refuses to take sleeping pills out of fear of sleeping through something bad happening. The best you can do is get him to lay with you while you play with his hair. That way he might be able to get at least a few hours of sleep.

► Also struggles with nightmares. He'll hold you tightly in his sleep while mumbling. If he wakes up though, he'll excuse himself to the restroom to calm down before going back to bed. He'll let you spoon him as he tried to go back to sleep again.

► Simon always wears some form of facial covering, having become accustomed to keeping his face hidden. It's like he can't get rid of his Ghost persona when he's just supposed to be Simon.

► Refuses to talk about his work besides his squad mates, such as Soap or Gaz. He hates involving his work with his lover. He wants to have a very firm barrier between those. He can't risk his violent job getting mixed into his domestic life with you.

► When you go out for any reason (whether it be date night or grocery shopping) he's always armed. Always. He keeps a gun on him and has an extra one strapped to his boot along with a couple of knives strapped to the other one. He's very paranoid about being attacked.

► His body has become so accustomed to fight or flight mode that he tends to get very anxious and dizzy. Sometimes he'll get intense panic attacks so he'll shut himself in the bathroom to try and calm himself down. He isolates himself out of fear of burdening or overwhelming you.

► You have to remind him that as his partner, you want to be there for him when he's struggling. He tries to go to you when he's not feeling the best but sometimes he just can't bring himself to do so so he'll shut down in the bedroom and just pace.

► He has a bad habit of skipping meals because he feels the need to punish his body for not being good enough to prevent all the death he sees on the field. Although sometimes when you cook he'll skip them because he feels that he doesn't deserve to eat what you made for him. You'll have to sit and coax him into eating, and sometimes feed him by hand.

[NSFW FROM HERE ON, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.]

► It took him a long time to feel comfortable with the idea of sex. He always worried about not being able to please you, or being too rough. He knows he's strong enough to take down multiple enemy soldiers simultaneously, so he's afraid that he might be too rough with just you there.

► He's very gentle with you, always being careful and asking you if you're alright.

► He loves praise and reassurance. He always prioritizes your pleasure first and loves when you tell him that he's doing good at that. Call him sweet pet names like 'darling, lovie, baby, sweetheart.'

► You called him a good boy once because he helped you put away groceries. That turned him on so painfully much that as soon as all the perishables were out away, he bent you over the counter and fucked you.

► He gets more turned on when he eats you out than when you blow him. He's obsessed with the feeling of your arousal coating his lips and chin. The noises you make combined with the way you taste so sweet to him has him cumming in his pants. Making you cum multiple times from just his tongue feels so validating to him.

► He also secretly likes how your pubes tickle his nose when he plays with your clit. He loves how natural your body is, and is obsessed with every part of it.

► He also really likes how his cum covers your tummy and pubes, seeing you covered in his essence makes this feel more real, like he's really there lovingly fucking his sweet partner.

► As tame as it may seem, he really loves missionary. There's something so hot about him being able to see your face as he makes you feel good.

► He likes to use toys on you that maximize your pleasure, like holding a vibrator to your puffy little clit while he fucks you.

► He goes feral for hickeys. Loves seeing the purple bruises in the shape of your mouth all over his body after a night of passionate loving. He's obsessed with being marked by you.

► Body worship. Giving and receiving. That's his SHIT. He loves telling you how good you look, how beautiful your body is, how fucking well you take his massive cock.

► He loves to trace any scars/stretch marks, it's relaxing to touch and kiss those parts of your body that are unique to you.

► Loves wrapping his hands around your waist or placing them on your hips. Helps him be able to reach deeper spots in you, pleasing you in ways that make you see stars.

► Once you're done, he cleans you up with a warm wet washcloth and kisses any bruises he might leave. He makes sure you pee too because he'd hate for you to get an infection because of him. Once you're all cleaned up he'll bring you water or a snack. Unless you want to just cuddle. He'll hold you closely to him, your bodies melting together so comfortably.

⦅𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔!⦆

[katsune-nya]

Emma's first period.

Platonic!Emma × Reader.

Gender neutral but she calls you with the "-nee" suffix once in the beginning and you enter the restroom with her.

Mentions of Shin being dead. Grandpa Sano mentioned lmao.

You are suddenly startled by the ringing of your phone. You set your items next to the aisle and pick them up.

"Hello?"

"Y/N-nee, something is wrong." The girly voice says from the other side.

You used to be friends with Shinichiro before he passed, thanks to him you met his two younger siblings, Manjiro- no, he would throw a tantrum if you said that: Mikey, and Emma.

After the loss of their older brother, you started visiting them and their grandpa every chance you could. You helped out around when you felt like it and tried to offer some semblance of normalcy in their lives. Helping them with school work (well, forcing Mikey to do his homework), gossiping about Emma's crush, telling them stories about Shin and even guiding them through their recent start on teenagehood whenever they allowed you to.

"What? What happened? Are you OK?" You ask now concerned, already about to leave your stuff stranded there to run to the girl's rescue.

"I'm... I'm in the toilet and I'm bleeding." She responds.

You think for a moment. "Wait... Where are you bleeding from."

"Well... Down there?" She responds shyly.

"Oh, thank God." You might have forgotten to talk about one very important topic. You didn't expect it to be so soon "You'll be OK, love. You got your period. I'll be at your place in a moment. Is anyone else home?"

"Grandpa is teaching and Mikey is napping, I think."

"Alright, if you feel unwell while you wait you can try calling one of them, but I promise you'll be OK, I'm on my way." You grab some pads and snacks from a nearby shelf and get some pain meds before paying for all the items and rushing to the Sano residence.

You unlock the door with your keys that Grandpa Sano had made for you some time ago and step in, setting your bags on the dinner table and going to the restroom Emma might be in.

You knock. "Emma? It's me."

"You can come in." Says the girl, opening the door slightly.

You step inside carefully and crouch on the floor in front of her.

"It hurts..." She says softly. "I thought something was wrong..."

You get some pads from the bag you brought with you. "Here, I'll teach you how to stick them." You unwrap the pad for the girl and show her the covered sticky sides. "Now uncover the bottom one and stick it right in the middle of the underwear." She does as you say. "Perfect. Take the plastic off the wings and stick them tightly on the sides of the cloth." She does so a bit slowly, accidentally making one of the wings stick to itself and then trying again.

"Done." She says.

"Good job. I'll wait for you outside, yeah?" She nods and you leave the bathroom, putting the padded packet back in your bag and waiting for her to come out. After around a minute, she does.

You go with her to her bedroom and she immediately lays in bed with a grumpy face. "Does this mean I'm grown at least?" It's obvious she doesn't like the situation, but she always had the want to show she was already a woman, so the words just came out.

"Eh... Not really." You set the pads on her nightstand and sit next to her on the bed, caressing her honey-blonde hair. "You are bigger than you were yesterday, but you're still a kid... well, teen, and that's fine. Don't rush it."

She looks up at you with a pout and you start talking again. "This will be uncomfortable for a few days and maybe hurt a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad. If it is, we'll tell your grandpa to take you to the doctor."

"I thought it was supposed to start later?" She looks almost offended.

"Well, it depends, some get it at 8, others at 17, there's not one exact age." You caress her hair some more and she starts to relax.

"How long will it last?"

"Hmm. From three to seven days normally. Sometimes more or less."

"Ugh." That's all she says.

"You might get bloated, break out, have pain in weird parts of your body, feel fatter, uglier, weaker, more uncomfortable, or like everything sucks, but try not to listen to those thoughts too much, it's not ALL bad, you're in your period. When it's over, you'll go back to normal. Your hormones are hell right now, so don't think you're crazy if you suddenly start crying or yelling about something you don't normally even care about."

"Ugh." She groans. "That sucks."

You chuckle. "Hey, but it's a good excuse for some stuff."

"Like what?" She asks, getting in a better position with her head on your thighs.

"Well, chocolate sometimes helps with the pain, so you can eat all you want." You start. "Even though exercise can help too, you need to rest, so you can stay all day in bed, or on the couch watching TV."

She doesn't look too convinced, but she doesn't seem to dislike the ideas.

"You can go and act like a poor damsel in distress and get Mikey to do your chores for you."

Her eyes brighten. "OK, I don't have a choice, and it still sucks... But it's not ALL bad." Her expression is more relaxed now.

"Oh no, you look like you're in pain."

"What? Oh no, it's honestly not th-"

"We better have some chocolate to make it better!"

"Oh, I mean, ouch! So hurt, such pain!" she says dramatically.

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I'm on my period and have older sister syndrome so I got this idea and needed to write it.

I headcanon she developed early from what we've learned.

And also like, she definitely has an obsession with seeming grown.

She deserved a good female role model ffs.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Bad Dreams. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *ANGST*

(Not my pictures. My header.)

Summary: Months after Eddie and his girlfriend both make it out of the upside down alive, they both still suffer from nightmares some nights. This time it’s Eddie’s turn.

TW: Mentions of Eddie almost dying in the upside down. Mention of smoking weed. Nightmares.

Word count: 986

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She couldn’t be more thankful than to still be lucky enough to sleep next to him every night. Just 4 months ago she almost lost him forever with the demon bats that tore his torso apart to the point where she and Dustin couldn’t stop the bleeding for a long time.

It wasn’t until Steve, Robin and Nancy came back that all of them controlled the bleeding long enough to get him through the gate and to a hospital. After an almost 4 hour surgery, they gave them all the good news that Eddie would be okay. Although physically and mentally it was going to be a different story.

In 4 months both of them took turns having nightmares about that night in the upside down between Eddie almost being eaten alive, and her having flashbacks to being strangled by the vines and not being able to fight her way out while she saw Eddie being torn apart.

Both of them self medicated with the strongest flower Eddie had in his arsenal on any given day, but some days it was easier to forget than others.

She had woken up just before 4 am, needing to use the restroom, even though she really didn’t want to get out of bed. On her way back to the room she shared with Eddie, she could hear him muttering something in his sleep, but she wasn’t quite sure what he was saying. She stood right by her side of the bed, carefully resting her knee on the bed while she leaned in and tried to listen and decipher what he was saying. Finally she could make out what sounded like him starting to cry, his breath picking up the more that time went by.

His head started to thrash side to side on the pillow under him, muttering more incoherent words but frantic, panic ridden cries.

“Baby,” She whispers, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Baby, it’s okay. Wake up.” She says a little louder but still soft enough not to startle him more.

“No!” Eddie shouts, the first clear thing he had said. A loud cry comes from deep in his chest, his limbs starting to flail around wildly.

“Eddie, baby you gotta wake up. It’s just a dream.” She shakes his body a little harder, wanting him to wake up. “Eddie.”

Eddie sits up frantically, a petrified shout echoing in the bedroom while he grabs for the right side of his ribs.

“Hey, I’m right here.” She coos from the side of the bed, flicking the lamp on.

Eddie was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his bangs sticking to his forehead while he looks around the room, making sure he really was at home and it wasn’t a dream within his dream.

“Eddie, baby, look at me.” She kneels on the bed next to him, taking his clammy hands in hers.

Finally Eddie looks at her, his bambi eyes somehow even wider than normal as he looks back at her with confusion and distress. “Nightmare?”

She nods her head, combing his hair back away from his face. “Yeah, a bad one.” She runs her hand down to his back, pulling him in while she lays down on her back.

Eddie lays his sweaty head in between her boobs, not even wanting anything sexual, just wanting comfort from his girlfriend, his lanky arms wrapping around her waist tightly.

She rubs small circles on his shoulder blade, trying to soothe him the best she could. “Do you wanna tell me what it was about, or do you still need a minute?”

“I-I can’t even remember what happened.” His voice was raw, like he had been screaming for hours without stopping. “I just remember waking up and seeing you, that’s how I knew it was just a dream and not real life.” He was lying to her, he very clearly remembered what happened, but he wasn’t strong enough to say it out loud yet.

She kisses the top of his head and works her hands up to the back of his hair, scratching at his scalp with her nails. “I’m sorry handsome.” She whispers, untangling the knot in his hair.

“I don’t want to go back to bed, not yet.” Eddie looks up at her with soft watery eyes.

“I’ll stay up with you.” She rubs his cheek with her thumb. “We can stay up until the sun comes up and then go back to bed.”

Eddie leans into the palm of her hand, almost like a cat, turning his head to kiss her wrist. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course.” She coos at him. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay, Eds.”

“C-can you promise you’re not going to go anywhere?” Tears started to prick in Eddie’s eyes again as he clings onto her tighter. His lip starts to quiver, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I had that dream where I saw you get dragged through the upside down by the vines and I couldn’t catch you no matter how fast I ran.” He had a dead look in his eyes, no emotion at all. “You were screaming for me and I couldn’t…” he swallows the lump in his throat. “I-I couldn’t save you.” His voice breaks. “I kept running after you and I couldn’t catch you, and you kept screaming, ‘Eddie, help me. Eddie, Eddie, Edddie.’ And… and I couldn’t, I couldn’t.” His bottom lip begins to quiver as tears begin to flow down his cheeks.

She softly shushes him, gently pushing his head back down onto her chest. “It was just a dream, baby. I’m right here remember? I’m not going anywhere I promise.” She cradles his head in her chest, a lump forming in her own throat at the retelling of his dream.

Eddie nods his head softly, holding onto the bottom of her shirt tightly, making sure she really wasn’t going to go anywhere.

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 10 - Silver and Gold

(Ao3 Link)

The gold earrings on display shone like the early morning sun. The red ruby nestled in the center called to Morpheus from across the way as Hob and he had made their way through the local shopping mall. They were originally on the search for gifts for Hob’s friends and colleagues. He had spotted these as they had passed the storefront and refused to leave Morpheus’s mind.

They had gotten a few shops ahead before Hob was pulled into a lengthy conversation with a group of his coworkers. Morpheus had politely ducked out, claiming he had to use the restroom only to sneak his way into the jeweler’s shop.

The earrings were magnificent up close. They were light in his palms. The ruby wasn’t a real one, apparently, but a gem made to look close to a ruby. It was close enough to the naked eye. Two small black gems lined the base of the rectangular earrings and made Morpheus smile. They were Morpheus’s colors, after all, even if he had no right to claim the title of Dream of the Endless. The ruby had been his dreamstone. Daniel wore the Emerald now, after all, and preferred creams and whites for his palette, whereas Morpheus had always leaned towards blacks and darker colors.

He did not have his own source of funds, not yet, but he did have a card - a credit card, Hob had explained - that would allow him access to some of Hob’s own funds. He was to start work at their local library at the start of the next year and would be able to pay Hob back for this purchase. Morpheus was tempted to wait, but the uncertainty that this specific pair would be here come that time swayed him otherwise.

Morpheus held the earrings in his hand and made his way to the counter, only to stop in his tracks. There, towards the back corner, a male and female torso made of fabric and stuffing and metal stood displaying a matching set of chains that had Morpheus’s mouth parting in awe. A complementary pair of silver and gold chain harnesses draped across the fabric chests in a tantalizing fashion.

A silver band circles low on the mannequin’s neck with dozens of long, trailing chains falling down the length of the torso, wrapping around the sides and place where hips would be, ascending up the length of the back to the other side of the main silver band. Morpheus steps near, reaching a hand out to trace down the lines of cool metal. He swallows, images flash in his mind. Him, lying against the silky sheets in Hob’s bed, the black contrasts his pale skin decorated in lines of glittering silver.

His eyes dart to the jewelry’s golden mate and nigh salivates at the thought of Hob’s tan skin adorned with the thicker metal. Study golden chains wind together in a similar fashion to the silver. A looser golden band still encircles the neck, but the loops of chains trail over the shoulders and a subsection trails down the chest and back like a clasped cape. The lines would frame Hob’s pectorals and shoulders in the most lovely of fashions, Morpheus is certain of this.

Morpheus closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath. He should not think this way. The earrings are a stretch enough as is. To wish to lay claim to Hob, to wish to mark him as his in such a way is already too far. There is no guarantee that Hob would accept his suit as is. He cannot indulge in buying such frivolous things with no certainty that they would be used, after all. It would be foolish and a waste of Hob’s money. And where would he hide such items in the meantime? Hob would surely question his purchase. Hiding things would only cause a divide between them. No. Morpheus should not. He could not. He would simply purchase the earrings for they are easily concealed in the pocket of his jacket and all would be well.

Morpheus buys the set.

It is Christmas Eve. Morpheus stands in front of the full length mirror in his separate bedroom, just across the hall from Hob’s. The silver chains drape down his form in a way that reminds him of the elaborate garb he’d wear at times back when he was Endless. He trails a hand down his chest, his breath hitching at the press of cool metal into his still sensitive skin. In a way, it felt like armor. It shielded his naked form, his desires and attractions behind threads of silver. Sliding on his shirt over the harness, he smiled. Even unseen, Morpheus could not deny the effect it had on his mind. He felt more confident, even if it was artificially so. Perhaps he might even work up the courage to give Hob the earrings he wrapped.

They had gotten closer over these past few weeks. He was not oblivious to Hob’s gentle touches and how much more frequent they’ve gotten. He is also not blind to the lingering stares he’s received from him from across the room. Morpheus is, at least mildly certain, that there’s a chance Hob would return his affections and desires. But, as Morpheus well knew, what one dreams of does not always mean it is what one wants.

Taking hold of the wrapped gift, he places it gently in the pocket of jeans and pads into the living room.

Morpheus gripped the top of the couch for dear life as Hob, kneeling at his feet, worked his jeans down his legs. He sighed as the pleasantly warm air of their flat hit his bare skin. The rough pads of Hob’s fingers trailed down his pale flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Morpheus looked down and felt his heart flutter.

Hob’s eyes were dark and wide as his hands explored the expanse of his skin, now scattered with dark coarse hairs that had finally started taking root. He shuttered as Hob’s hands brushed against the hair’s natural flow, producing the slightest tugging sensation. It was a new feeling and Morpheus was unprepared.

Leaning forward, Hob pressed his warm lips against his thigh, mouthing at the soft flesh. He moved up and up, kissing his way closer and closer to the ever growing aching heat of his own cock. Morpheus hissed as Hob licked up his clothed length. Hob smirked, his eyes catching Morpheus’s own. Finally, Hob’s hands reached up, his fingers curling over the band of his underclothes.

“This okay?” he asked, eyes searching Morpheus’s face.

Morpheus leaned down, hands moving from the couch to the sides of Hob’s face. He pulls him forward, catching Hob’s mouth on his own. He feasts at his lips, the urgency of lust and desire overtaking him. He tasted sweeter than ambrosia, more addictive than the touch of Delirium. He wanted. He wanted more than he ever had. Hob moaned into his mouth and Morpheus took advantage. His tongue swiped forward, caressing the soft skin of his upper palette. He felt as Hob’s own pressed against the underside of his tongue. Morpheus trusted his hips forwards.

Hob chucked, sending a shiver down Morpheus’s spine at the vibration. They parted, panting against each other. Hob’s hot breath against his face made him smile. The humanity, the reality of it all was tipping towards overwhelming. For eons, Morpheus had been a creature firmly rooted in the land of the unreal and ever-changing. Even at his most solid and tangible, all that he was could never be contained in such a small vessel. As such, the carnality of the flesh was never one he could truly experience. Not in the way that he can now.

“I take it that’s a quite enthusiastic yes, then?” Hob laughs against his cheek. Morpheus’s eyes flutter close. Oh. Oh, wasn’t that just music to hear. The swirl of want, the heat pooling in his gut mixed with the butterflies taking flight in his stomach and the light in his chest. Laughter, in a moment so intimate. He had never experienced such before.

Was this love? Love as humanity experiences it?

“Yes,” he whispers, unsure if he could speak much louder with how throughout Hob Gadling has managed to steal away his breath.

Hob’s eyes soften as he pulls back just far enough to nuzzle his nose against Morpheus’s own. A kiss, so gentle and soft, a stark contrast to the heat and passion just moments before, is pressed against his lips. Morpheus can feel his heart clench as the tenderness.

“To the bedroom, then?” Hob mumbles against his lips. “I want to take my time with you. If you’ll let me.” Morpheus nods. With a smile, Hob takes Morpheus’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leads them down the hallway.

Hob pauses at the end, his head looking between the two closed doors. “Um,” he says, turning back to Morpheus. He quirks a brow. Surely… surely Hob was not having second thoughts? “Should… uh, mine or yours?” He waggles a finger between the two rooms and Morpheus can’t help but huff with laughter.

Pulling Hob close, he kisses him. “Yours… ours, perhaps,” He whispers, leaning back to gauge Hob’s reaction. “If… If that would be what you would like?”

Hob’s eyes shine. The soft overhead light quite literally casting a golden glow in his now watery gaze. He reaches out, tan hands cupping the side of Morpheus’s face. He presses into the warmth. “Always,” Hob says, voice soft. “Whatever you want, whatever you’ll give me, I’ll always want it. Always want you.”

Morpheus grabs a fist full of fabric and yanks him close, their chests pressed against each other as Morpheus all but devours him. He trails his lips down, kissing along Hob’s jaw and down the open expanse of skin at his neck. Morpheus paused, sucking and biting at the soft flesh just at the junction of his collarbone, earning him a shaky gasp.

“I will not let you go, Hob Gadling.” Morpheus growls into his skin. “I am greedy and will demand all of you. This has not changed. You must know this before we continue.”

Hob chuckles. “Oh love, if you think that’s going to turn me away from you, you must not know me.”

Love.

Morpheus manages to reach around and open the closed door to Hob’s- No. To their room. He walks Hob backwards, their limbs and lips tangled against each other. The backs of Hob’s knees hit the side of the bed and Morpheus follows him down onto the soft mattress. He feels as Hob’s large hands cup his hips, thumbs nudging under his shirt, rucking up the fabric. Morpheus smirks as Hob’s breath hitches.

“Dove, what am I feeling?” Hob’s voice is rough as he stares up at Morpheus with something near awe in his eyes. Shifting to straddle Hob’s hips properly, he leans up, staring Hob down as he lifts the edge of his shirt up. Silver glints in the low light of their bedroom and Hob keens. He reaches out, hesitantly drifting over the silver chains that flowed over his figure.

“Does it please you?” Morpheus asks, trying his best to hide the wobble in his voice. He knows, given Hob’s reaction, it does. But this is all new territory for them, after all.

Hob leans up, one hand behind him to stabilize, the other pulls Morpheus closer. He rests his forehead on Morpheus’s. “It’s wonderful, Morpheus.” Hob trails his hand down the side of his face and down to his chest, resting on the slight bump that the chains underneath create. “I’d love to see more, if you’ll let me.”

Slowly, wanting to see the desire in Hob’s eyes grow, Morpheus slips his shirt over his head, revealing the silver chained harness he had picked up weeks earlier. He luxuriates in the darting of Hob’s eyes and the whimpers that escape his lips.

“God’s Wounds, love,” Hob manages, his fingers curling around the delicate strings, following their circular path around Morpheus’s torso. “When did you get this? Where did you get this?” Hob’s eyes dart up to his. “And just how long have you been planning on seducing me like this?” He adds with a chuckle.

Morpheus purses his lips, looking down as Hob gives a gentle tug at the circular chain that rounds his neck. He leans into it, with a slight sigh. “At the mall, when you were too preoccupied with your fellow professors. I-” He hesitates, his mind flashing to the matching box that rests in his nightstand drawer. “I have one, for you as well. If… if you would like.”

Hob’s grip tightens as he bucks into Morpheus’s weight. Groaning, Hob says, “Get it.”

Not without a few desperate kisses, Morpheus manages to untangle himself and make it back to his room, his old room, now, and quickly swipes the box from the drawer. He lifts the lid, smiling at the thicker gold chains that lie inside, before padding back to their bedroom.

Hob’s since stripped himself of his remaining vestments and has taken position lounging across the bed on his back. One hand rests behind his head, the other rests tantalizingly close to his erect cock. Morpheus can’t help but notice the moment he enters the room, now clad only in his undergarments and the silver chains, Hob’s prick jumps in interest.

“Christ, you’re a sight,” Hob sighs, sitting up. His eyes find the box in Morpheus’s hand and he smiles. “That one mine, then?”

Nodding, Morpheus makes his way to the edge of the bed and sits. He plucks the decorative gold harness from the box and lifts it for Hob’s inspection. Tan hands take it, rubbing the cool, smooth metal under his fingers.

“Put it on me?” Hob asks, shifting to sit closer to Morpheus.

He nods and crawls his way to sit behind Hob on his knees. He lifts the mass of gold chains, turning it around to orient it properly, before placing it over Hob’s head and down onto his shoulders. Morpheus guides the chains to lay flat, his fingers dancing along Hob’s warm skin until every piece is in place. Turning around, Hob meets Morpheus’s eye, smiling.

“Well, how do I look?”

He looked ethereal. Gold and finery was made to rest upon Hob’s skin. The chains hugged his shoulders, drawing one’s eye to the lines of muscles and strength he has honed over his many centuries of life. He looked worthy of capture in statues of old. He should be painted, this image forever immortalized, so all would know the beauty and glory of Hob Gadling.

“I would burn your clothes and dispose of any other garments so that you would only wear this. Your body was meant to be worshiped and seen, decorated in such riches, and I intend to lay my offerings and prayers upon your flesh.”

Hob’s face flushed a most lovely red. “Jesus wept, Morpheus.” He pulls him in, mouths meeting in an uncoordinated fashion. “I need you. Now. Please, Morpheus.” He whispered against his lips.

With a growl, Morpheus pushes Hob back against the bed, the soft, downy duvet hugging Hob’s edges. He crawls over his body, leaning down, letting the two colored chains graze and shift on one another. The gentle shifting sounds of metal on metal mixed in with the sighs and whimpers of Hob’s voice as Morpheus worked kisses along the length of his body.

Morpheus kissed and sucked along every inch of skin that rested between the golden chains, savoring the sweet noises Hob produced. The thick patches of hair, Morpheus found as he worked his mouth across his chest, clung onto the sweat and scent of Hob. It was delectable. Morpheus found himself moaning as he lapped up the natural taste of his lover. The course hairs brushed against his face, caressing his lips. It was as if every piece of Hob’s body reached for his touch. It was a heady thought.

“Please, Morpheus,” Hob begged, hands wandering across any bit of Morpheus’s body they could reach. Fingers wove themselves through the thin chains, pulling, rubbing, sliding.

“Patience, my lover. Patience.” He said, lips hovering just over his navel now. Hob groans, hips thrusting forward, searching for any sort of friction, any touch. Morpheus just chuckled, pressing his tongue into the hole of Hob’s belly. Hob’s breath hitched.

Continuing his exploration, Morpheus sucks and bites as the soft flesh of his stomach, working purple bruises into the skin. He glanced up, smiling as the discoloration had already begun showing around Hob’s neck and chest. Hob was his. He would not allow him to go unmarked as such from now on. Not after learning how beautifully Hob sings from his touch.

The tip of Hob’s cock presses against the edge of Morpheus’s jaw as he works one more mark into the edge of Hob’s hip. Hob cries out, rocking his hips forward against the sensation. Hob’s scent was stronger here. It was quickly dissolving any self-control Morpheus possessed. With another growl, Morpheus lifts his head, moving down to hover just above Hob’s leaking prick.

Hob’s eyes meet his. Tears have formed, some having already trailed over his cheeks. He was panting and red. Sweat clung to his brow and hair. He looked absolutely debauched. He was perfect.

Giving no warning, Morpheus ducked his head and took Hob into his mouth. Hob cried, canting his hips up, seeking more of the wet warmth of Morpheus’s throat. Morpheus grips Hob’s hips, pushing him flat into the mattress. He flicks his tongue across the slit, savoring the salty taste of pre that had dribbled out. Morpheus’s eyes fluttered close and he slowly worked more of Hob’s length into his mouth. His cock was hot and heavy against his tongue. It stretched his lips and jaw. What Hob lacked (not that he was truly lacking) in length, he more than made up for his girth. He was nearly impossibly thick and Morpheus couldn’t help but grind his own straining cock into the mattress at the thought of Hob pressing into him, splitting him open.

“Fuck, Morpheus!” Hob cries, his hands finding hold in Morpheus’s inky black hair. Morpheus moans, the noise vibrating through Hob’s length, as he bobs up and down, slowly easing more and more of him inside. This body had not taken a cock into it in any fashion, but the notion was not a foreign one. Many dreams covered such activities in detail. And he, himself, had enjoyed such positions, both taking and receiving. But here, now, with the heat and sweat and spit, with the humanity and animalistic desire of it all, Morpheus was woefully unprepared for how much he wanted.

Before Morpheus realized it, his nose was pressed against the curly hairs around the base of Hob’s cock. His jaw was aching and the tip of Hob’s length was pressing into the back of his throat, threatening to gag him, but he still pushed forward, nuzzling against the soft skin. Hob tugs his hair, pushing him impossibly closer with a grunt. It stirs something in him. Heat pools into his gut rapidly and he pushes his hips against the mattress again.

He whines as Hob releases his grip and guides Morpheus’s mouth off of him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pull. You okay?” He asks, his eyes narrowed in concern. Anger, of all things, is the first emotion that hits Morpheus, followed closely by a wave of affection.

“I am unharmed,” he says, voice hoarse. “But I believe I would quite like you to do that again.”

Hob’s brows rise. “Oh?”

Morpheus nods.

Chuckling, Hob smirks and leans back against the bed. “I can do that, then. Tap me twice if it’s too much or you need me to stop, okay?”

Morpheus nods and lowers himself back down, taking Hob back into his mouth. The weight on his tongue and the stretch of his lips felt good. It calmed something in him as he worked back down his length. He sighs as Hob’s hands find their way into his hair and gives it a testing pull. That flood of warmth returns as he bobs earnestly. Slowly, the grip in his hair tightens and Morpheus feels as Hob guides his movements, controlling the speed and depth as which Morpheus takes Hob in.

He grinds into the bed. His cock is aching and he can feel the wetness from where the top of the head is straining against the fabric. He feels light, almost floaty, as Hob works him up and down his length, chasing his own pleasure. The grip on Hob’s hip lightens as he goes lax, mind focusing on the stretch and the weight and the glide. He feels so full and so light and so wonderfully perfect. He was made to be here, lying between Hob Gadling’s legs for his pleasure. Morpheus barely processes the jolt of his own orgasm when Hob thrusts once more, hard, into his mouth, slamming Morpheus’s nose against his pelvic bone.

Warmth floods Morpheus’s throat. Hob’s spend coats him from inside. It’s perfect. He strokes the underside of his cock with his tongue, coaxing out every last drop for Morpheus’s consumption. Hob’s hands have gone lax, his thumb gently stroking the sides of his head. Slowly, ever so slowly, Hob sighs and lifts Morpheus’s head up. His softening cock falls from his lips, leaving a trail of spend and spit down his chin. Morpheus’s mind still feels floaty, but it doesn’t matter when Hob’s hands are holding his face between them and he can still taste Hob on his tongue.

“C’mere,” Hob mumbles, pulling Morpheus up close. His limbs are wobbly, but he manages to heave himself, with Hob’s help, up against his chest. He’s vaguely aware of Hob’s lips against his forehead. “So good, so good for me. Fuck, that was amazing,” he mumbles against his skin. Morpheus wraps his arms around Hob’s center and nuzzles closer.

“Good?” Morpheus says, voice low.

“Extremely good,” Hob sighs, content. “Just gimme a mo to recover, then I’ll make sure to return the favor.” Morpheus feels one of Hob’s hands trail down his side and rest on the band of his underwear. “Can’t leave you hanging, not after that mind-blowing orgasm you’d given me.”

Morpheus flushes as his mind begins to process the sticky feeling against the skin of his softened cock. “I… I do not believe that will be necessary.” He mumbles.

“None of that, now. I still want to get my mouth of you, after all. It’s no trouble.”

“No, I… I do not think that that is… needed. I have-I…”

Hob tilts his head forward to get a better look at Morpheus’s reddened face. His eyes flow down his body, stopping at the glaringly obvious large wet mark, and smirks. The floaty feeling Morpheus had had began to fade rapidly as Hob nuzzles into the top of his head, laughing.

“My dick really that good?”

Morpheus huddles in further, hoping if he gets close enough, he may just disappear inside Hob or the bed.

“Cockiness is unflattering, Hob Gadling.”

Hob just laughs harder, but pulls Morpheus close to him. He shifts, turning on his side to better tangle their legs together.

“You love me for it, though.”

“Mm. Perhaps.” Morpheus peaks his head out from where it had been nearly crushed in Hob’s armpit. Hob’s eyes are twinkling with delight and mirth. Hob was not wrong. He did love him for it.

“We’re definitely keeping these,” Hob says, running a finger over the silver metal. “If it gets me such an enthusiastic blow job, especially.”

Morpheus huffs, but tilts his chest into Hob’s touch. “I have no complaints to such.”

“Good. We’ll just have to make sure you last long enough for me to return the favor.”

Morpheus grabs the pillow to his right and smacks it into Hob’s head.

[papil0nglegs]

Father!Adam + Daughter!Reader

Chapter 2: “Dad ⭐️”

Ch.1 Ch.2

Warnings: Grief, Angst, Depression, Bed rotting, Major character death

A/n: a lot of this fic is based off of Jessi pinkmans grief in breaking bad and ‘answer’ by Tyler the creator. Anyways I’m gonna do another fic after this and it’ll prob be the last one aa.

Third POV:

Y/n hadn’t left her room for days, rarely to even use the restroom. Emily was still in the house however, trying to accompany her dear friend with hopefulness. But for the most part, y/n was unresponsive. It really didn’t seem like it, but y/n didn’t lose a single grasp of hope. Whether if it was from utter delusion, or if it was genuine, she still believed her dad was still alive, because that’s all she wanted.

Her door slowly creeped open, revealing Emily entering, with a steaming cup of tea in her hand. “Y/n? You awake?” Emily whispers, Y/n wipes her dried tears away before responding. “Yeah I was just,, laying down for a bit.” Y/n mumbles, still having her cheek against her pillow. Emily puts the cup of tea on y/n’s nightstand that had been right next to her bed. “So, when do you plan on getting up from that bed?” No response, just a sigh coming from y/n’s lips. Emily sits on the corner of the bed, looking down at the wooden floor. “Y/n, I have to tell you something..” She rolls her eyes, expecting for her to say something along the lines of ‘We’ll find him’ or ‘Don’t lose hope’. The usual Emily stuff.

“He’s gone.” Y/n’s breath hitched. What does she mean? ‘He’s gone’? There’s no way she’s talking about her dad, he’s still out there, she’s sure of it. “Sera told me about it earlier today, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to know yet, but I didn’t want to give you false hope.” She croaks. Still, no response from y/n. “I’m really sorry y/n, I’ll.. I’ll leave you alone for a bit.” Emily stands from the bed, walking through the door that was y/n’s bedroom.

Silence filled the room as y/n heard Emily’s footsteps from across the hallway. She began to clutch her sheets, holding in the tears that her eyes yearned to let out. Y/n, opened her eyes in realization of something, quickly grabbed her phone, and called someone.

‘Dad ⭐️’

“Hey sweetie, I can’t call you right now cuz I’m a bit busy. I’m probz in another meeting with Sera, shit always takes longer than I expect. Anyways, I’ll call you back when I can, muah, Love you”

She called again

‘Dad ⭐️’

“Hey sweetie, I can’t call you right now cuz I’m a bit busy. I’m probz in another meeting with Sera, shit always takes longer than I expect. Anyways, I’ll call you back when I can, muah, Love you”

Y/n lost count of how many times she called that day.

She remembered it word for word, but still laughed every time he said ‘probz’ or ‘shit’ like some teenage boy. Each time she listened to it, she felt like she was right there. Eating at some Diner after a meeting with Sera, American cheese all over his lips. The two betting on who could hold the most fries in their mouth.

She smiled at the memory, still pressing the same contact, ‘dad ⭐️’, over and over. Until..

“The number you have dialed is no longer a working number. Please check the number and dial again.”

Y/n looked out her window, noticing that she didn’t realize how much time passed. She was too distracted flooding her head with memories of the past lives she lived with her dad.

That’s when it finally hit her.

He’s gone. She wasn’t going to die, then feel the happiness she felt when she realized she was going to see her father again.

Thoroughly, he’s gone.

[samaraannhan20]

Steve Harrington Imagine: That Time Again

Warnings: mentions of periods and blood, Modern!Steve Harrington, female!reader, “Oh shit,” you whisper, before slowly getting out of bed, trying not to disturb Steve. You slink to the bathroom, grabbing a new pair of pajamas, and then grabbing your feminine products and the spare pair of underwear you keep in the cabinet, setting them down, and stripping from your pajamas before stepping into the shower, which you quickly turn on to the highest heat setting. You take a quick shower, only wash your body, and then step out, slip your new pajamas on. You walk back into the bedroom, before slowly making your way into the kitchen to fix a glass of water and take some Midol. “Why are you up?” you hear a gruff with sleep voice say, from behind you, and you jump, spilling water on yourself. “Steve! You can’t do that. You know that! We’ve been together for how long now?” you say as you. “I thought you heard me. I said something to you as you were leaving the bedroom, you just didn’t hear me. And to answer your question, three amazing years,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Anyways, back to my question. Why are you up?” “Oh. I woke up cramping, right as my period started. I had barely bled yet, but I went and took a shower and changed. The sheets are okay, if you’re worried about that.” “No, I’m not worried about the sheets. It’s almost time for us to change them to wash them anyway, so I’ll do that today. I’m more worried about you. Are you okay?” “Hm, me? Oh yeah. I’m fine. I came in here to get a drink of water and take some midol. I was coming right back to bed, you didn’t have to get up.” “Babe, I woke up the minute you left the bed. I just figured you were using the restroom and would be right back, so I turned over and fell right back asleep. It wasn’t until you came back out of the bathroom but didn’t get back in bed that I woke up. And, you know how it goes. Now I’m up.” “Yeah, me too. I really wanted to go back to bed, but the shower and walking around woke me up. I can make us breakfast,” you say and put down your cup of water, then turn towards the fridge. Before you can take a step, Steve grabs you and spins you back into him. “I’ll make breakfast. Why don’t you go grab our phones, and then grab your favorite blanket and lay on the couch while I make breakfast. Then I’ll join you on the couch while we eat and we can watch whatever you want. I’ll also warm up the heating pad.” “No need,” you say, a little breathlessly as Steve starts kissing all over your neck. “Your hands are basically a heating pad. Plus by then the painkillers will have hopefully kicked in,” you say, and force yourself out of his arms. “Okay then, chop chop,” you say, and turn to walk by him, smacking his ass as you walk by. He laughs, before walking to the fridge to pull out the items needed to make the breakfast he is thinking of. You walk to the bedroom and grab both of your phones, seeing a text from Dustin in the groupchat. Scooby Gang + extras🚌🤪 Dusty Buns🧢 I have the snacks for movie night at Steve and Y/N’s 🍿🍿

“Aw crap,” you say as you walk back into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks, turning towards you with a spatula in one hand and your apron around his waist. You momentarily forget what you were talking about and snapped a picture of him, while cracking up. “Y/N, really?” he asks, also beginning to laugh. “What did you say aw crap about?” he says once the two of you have calmed down. “Oh. We’re supposed to host movie night tonight. Dustin sent a text saying he had the snacks,” you reply, setting his phone down and sitting in one of the stools surrounding the island in your kitchen. “Do you want to host movie night tonight?” “Um, not really. I don’t feel good, and I kinda just want a day alone with you,” you reply, leaning your head on your hands. “Then I’ll text Dustin and tell him it’s postponed and to spread the word.” “Won’t he ask why?” “Yeah. But I’ll just tell him I’m sick.” “He won’t fall for that,” you say, shaking your head. “If anything he’d come over even quicker to make sure you were okay. Just tell him I’m not feeling well, and that he can ask me all about it in a few days. Or better yet,” you say, realizing what you can do, “I’ll just text Robs and tell her to spread the word,” you finish, before pulling up your chat with Robin.

Robby😇 Hey Robs. My period started and I’m not feeling too well, so Steve and I need to postpone the movie night. Can you spread the word?

“Okay. I sent it” you say, and then set your phone down, and watch as Steve makes pancakes for the two of you. You make small talk as he cooks, and it isn’t long before he sets two plates down and joins you on the side of the counter you’re sitting on. “Dig in,” he states with a smile, and kisses your cheek before digging into his own plate. You eat in silence, and when both of you are done you stand, grab your plate, and then reach over to grab his, but he smacks your hand away. “What the heck, Steve?” you say, just wanting to help him with the dishes. “You don’t feel good. We can do the dishes tomorrow or something.  Go lay down on the couch and pick a movie on Disney. I’ll just clean everything up and put it in the sink,” he says, and stands up, gently pushing you in the direction of the living room. “Oh! Hey, Robin answered,” you say once you get settled on the couch. “She said she’ll spread the word and she hopes I feel better.” “Do you want some ice cream?” Steve asks, and you just laugh. “We just ate breakfast. No I don’t want ice cream,” you say when you stop laughing. “Well, I want ice cream,” he says as he rounds the corner of the couch with a pint and two spoons in his hand. “And, I know that if I sit here with it you’ll wind up wanting some so I brought you a spoon as well. What are we watching?” “I was thinking of The Princess and the Frog to start. Is that okay?” you ask him. “Yeah. I love that movie,” he says, and wraps his arm around you, allowing you to curl up into him. “How are your cramps? Has the Midol kicked in?” “Almost gone. It’s not fully kicked in yet, but it’s getting there. Eating something helped, thank you,” you tell him, and stretch your neck up to give him a kiss on the cheek, before settling back into him.

The two of you spend the rest of the day curled up on the couch, only occasionally getting up to get more food, or drinks, or to go to the restroom. You watch endless Disney movies, and it isn’t until one in the morning that you finally get up and head into the bedroom. When you lay down, you curl into Steve’s side, and then look up at him. “Thank you for today,” you whisper, and he turns his head and looks down at you. “I would never do anything less,” he says, then kisses you, before kissing you on the top of your head.

[muns0nslov3r]

Can you do eddie/Dom and male/sub reader? If you’re comfortable with it

ofc love!

warnings ; dom!eddie, sub!male reader, anal play, spit kink, anal fingering, butt plugs, eddies a big tease in thiss, spanking, oral

minors go away

~

you were laying on the bed reading a book as you waited for eddie. laying on your tummy as you found something interesting on your book swaying your hips as you hummed. hearing the water from the restroom stop, biting your lip knowing you would be able to see eddie. 

he came out of the restroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. his happy trail still wet, as his tattooed chest had water droplets on it, his hair all wet and messy. he went towards the bedroom walking into the room to see you, swaying your hips popping your butt out. and oh, eddie knew. he knew why.

he went by you rubbing your lower back down to your ass squeezing it, earning a groan. as he pressed a kiss on your cheek smirking he went towards the closet. taking off the towel as your eyes flew straight towards his half hard cock. 

it was so pretty, the tip was pink, he was uncut, thick, it was an amazing stretch whenever he fucked you. he always stretched you out so good. 

he found your eyes wondering off your book to his dick. smirking as he rubbed his dick slowly at the tip, making him groan. you felt your cock twitch in your pants from the sight.

he kept stroking the tip as he spat down on it using the spit as lube. stroking it faster as he had his bottom lip get abused by his teeth. he looked over at you as you were basically drooling at the sight. 

your dick getting harder and harder each stroke eddie did to his weeping cock. you hips rolling against the mattress. making you moan softly.

he went over to you as you looked up at him. opening your mouth as he smirked putting his tip into your mouth.

you sucked slightly on tip, tasting the pre-cum on your tongue. he moved your pants down as he smirked at the butt plug in your poor hole. he slowly pulled it half way out before pushing it back in. making you moan around his tip.

the groan he let out made your cock twitch more. he pulled out the butt plug, as your hole was gaping waiting for something to be in it.

he leaned over to your ass making his cock go deeper down your throat. trying not to gag. he let a glob of spit fall down onto your hole, wetting his fingers as he slid them up and down your hole before pushing them inside.

you groaned from being sore. his finger went slow but then sped up making you struggle to not moan around his dick. you pulled his cock out of your mouth stroking it as you took a deep breath. your cock was leaking pre-cum.

his mouth was watering at the sight of you putting your mouth on his cock and watching your tight hole suck his fingers in. 

his finger kept bumping your prostate making you whine around him “ awh, whats wrong sweetheart? is your poor ass sore?” he said in a mocking whiney voice as he gripped your hair.

“ your gonna take it, take it like a good boy for me, sweets” he moaned as you opened your throat for him. 

his hand gripped your hair tighter as his hips rocked back and forth fast. using your poor throat needy moans, and chokes left your mouth. his fingers rubbing against your prostate making you squirm. 

your hand sneakily going under you stroking your weepy aching cock. you knew he was gonna cum soon. his thrusts getting sloppy. spit was falling down to your chin as it was getting onto his balls. 

“shit- im gonna cum so much in this- oh my fucking- this little throat sweetheart.” his voice was rapsy as you looked up at his face. his chest was flushed as he groaned thrusting harder.

your cock was aching feeling eddies fingers rub and move fast inside your ass. 

“ ah shit im cumming! fuck!” he moaned out slamming his eyes closed as he let out the most porn like moan, his seed shooting out of his cock into your mouth.

you felt yourself cum at the sight. groaning around eddies cock. he thrusted slowly riding out his high. he pulled his fingers out as his soft cock fell out of your mouth. swallowing his salty cum humming softly.

“ fuck- you did so good sweetheart. god i love you so much” he sighed his chest shiny with sweat. “ i love you too eds” you smiled moving your hand away from your cock.

about to pull your pants up. eddies hand stopped you “what are you doing eddie?” you looked at him “ we arent done yet angel” he smiled.

tonight was gonna be long. but enjoyable.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 29 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Daemon leads me to the second floor, hand on my back, leading to a door at the end of the hall.

"It's uh, not much," he says, sounding kind of nervous as he jiggles the key in the door.

"Can't wait."

I cling to his arm, smiling sweetly up at him.

Daemon blinks appreciatively at me before opening up the door.I

t's definitely not what I expected.

The walls are a dark gray, with deep mahogany furniture dispersed throughout.

It's not a large space, obviously made for one person.

There's a kitchen attached to the main living area, where there's a sofa and a little table.

Then he leads us to his bedroom, his bed in the center of it with a TV mounted on the wall.

It's also kind of messy, which I don't point out because Daemon said he tried to clean it up for me.

I appreciate his effort, feeling special that he did for my sake.

"Well, this is it. I... uh... gotta use the restroom. Feel free to look around," he tells me, still sounding kind of flustered and it's really cute to me.

"Will do."

Then he leaves me to it, so I stroll around.

I find an ornately carved chest, no doubt made by him.

Curious, I cautiously open it to find what looks like several unfinished jewelry projects.

There's gold and metal chains, similar to the necklace he gave me.

Which I have kept my promise and worn every day.

Next to it, there's a desk with wood shavings all over it.

Some type of metal tools lay on it.

Next, I look at his display.

He has tons of carvings, from horses to ballerinas.

They're all beautifully made, progressively smoother as I get to the end of the collection.

It's obvious he's improved so much over the years.

The funny thing is, I never imagined him as someone with a hobby like this.

Whittling, I think it's called.

A big, rough guy like him carving and shaping something so delicate and small.

I like that about him, though. he's more than meets the eye.

Not a stereotypical beer and sports jock.

I pick up one of the less fragile-looking figurines, a funny-looking gnome.

It's quite round with a cute pointy hat.

I giggle at its silly expression, turning it around in my hands.

The gnome slips from my fingers a, falling to the floor and rolling under the desk.

"Shoot," I say under my breath.

I get on my hands and knees, trying to get it out before Daemon comes back.

Of course, the door opens just as I reach under the desk.

I hear a whistle from behind me.

"Damn, shortcake."

"Daemon," I flush in my compromising position, realizing my ass is up and must be on full display for him in these shorts which are kinda form fitting.

"Don't look."

"Sure you're not doing it so I do look?"

"Ugh, I'm just trying to get something, pervert."

I reach a bit more, finally grasping the wooden figurine.

It's still intact, thankfully.

No damage sustained.

I pull it out, getting to my feet.

"Little guy took a tumble?" Daemon comes up behind me, looking over my shoulder.

"He's okay,"  I dust him off gently, patting his little hat before I set him back down in his proper place.

"These are all so beautifully made, Daemon. You must have such steady hands."

Daemon ruffles my hair fondly before going over to the dresser and pulling out a shirt.

"Thanks," he says.

"Means a lot coming from you."

I'm about to speak again when suddenly he pulls off his shirt. My eyes go wide as they travel down his firm chest, down his abs and all the way to his happy trail, which is framed by his defined V-line.

I don't know if it's his alpha genes or what but his physical composition is absolutely mouthwatering.

I mean, I saw a bit of it yesterday, in the dim light of dusk.

But in full lighting from the lamp, I can see just how muscular he is.

Dark tattoos spread across his arms to his neck and chest and his back too.

There are flowers, birds, intricate patterns, scenery, all etched in dark ink on just the right amount of skin, not too much to mar his golden complexion.

It's no surprise when he catches me staring, a teasing look in his eyes.

"Can't help yourself, can you?"

"Hey, you're not so innocent either."

I cross my arms at him.

To my disappointment, he pulls on another shirt, covering up the source of my future wet-dreams, probably.

Then he sits on the bed, patting his thigh, the look in his eyes never leaving.

"Come here."

I pout, trying to seem less eager than I am as I walk over to stand in front of him.

As if I could ever refuse him.

He reaches out for me, pulling me into his arms so I'm sitting on his lap, my legs straddling his thighs with my knees bent.

He has a small smirk on his face as his eyes run over my face.

I flush.

Even after making out with him, I feel so flustered when he looks at me like this.

"Stop," I say shyly.

He raises an eyebrow in question, so I resort to putting a hand over his eyes, pushing him back on the bed.

"Stop it," I giggle as I fall on top of him.

"Stop what? What am I doing?"

"Looking."

"You don't like when I look at you?" he asks playfully, peeking out from behind my hand.

"I don't know..." I pout.

How do I tell him that when he looks at me that it's the most nerve-wracking thing.

On one hand, my heart feels like it'll beat out of my chest.

On the other hand, I'm worried he's going to start seeing all the ugly parts of me.

I know it's dumb after all the compliments he's given me but self-consciousness is like second nature to me.

"S-sorry," I immediately pull away, absolutely mortified as I push in on my stomach to try and stop it.

That results in a sharp pain going through my gut and I let out a small grunt of pain.

"You alright?" he asks, brow creased in concern.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly.

"It's kind of hard to eat at school. It always feels like people are watching."

"So you don't eat?" Daemon frowns.I shake my head, knowing better than to lie to him.

"My psychiatrist s-says it's 'cause of anxiety."

"Still, shortcake," he strokes up my arms with his large hands.

"You've gotta eat. Lemme make something for us," he says, setting me down on the bed as he stands up.

"You don't have to."

I immediately go after him, feeling bad.

"I want to," he insists, not taking any refusals as he walks to the kitchen.

I watch mesmerized as he pulls out all the ingredients he'll need.

Herbs, spices, garlic, bay leaves, assorted veggies.

It smells heavenly as he fries it all up in a pan.

He serves us both a plate, my serving much too large for me and his own three times it.

"This looks so good," my mouth waters as I stare hungrily at the steak and fried veggies.

"Eat up. Maybe you'll grow a bit more."

"Daemon."

I kick him under the table and he laughs.

"You'll have to do that a lot harder if you want me to feel it."

"I did it soft on purpose. Pur-pose."

After we finish dinner we're back on his bed.

I only managed to finish a third of my serving, which he assures me is okay.

Meanwhile, he finished his entire plate and even had seconds.

His stomach must be a bottomless pit or something.

Typical Alpha.

We're sitting on his bed watching TV, me on his lap and my head resting against his chest.

I told him it was fine, that I could just sit on the bed.

But he pulled me onto him like it's something he was set on doing from the start.

He doesn't admit it but I think he really likes holding me.

I don't mind it either.

Warmth surrounds me as I lay on him, feeling the rising and falling of his breathing on my back.

He says I can put on anything I want so I put on Gossip Girl, one of my new favorites.

Let's just say Lylah put me onto some things.

I watch intently, absorbed in the plot and feeling a little sleepy.

But then I get an itch on my inner thigh.

It's uncomfortable and I really want to itch it but isn't awkward to scratch near your crotch in someone's company?

I try to shift my legs a bit, hoping the fabric of my shorts will rub on it.

But to no avail.

I let out a soft sigh of frustration, squirming a bit more, trying to get comfortable when I feel Daemons breath on my neck.

"Stop doing that," he growls as his hands come to rest on my hips.

He tries to shift me off him but it's far too late.

I already feel the hard, budding press of his erection against my ass.

My eyes widen, the realization that I've made him hard sending excitement coursing through me.

And a part of me wants to explore that excitement.

I move again, grinding myself against him purposely this time and he sucks in a breath.

"Ash," he breathes, his voice full of warning.

[daydreamingnightscreaming]

Reoccurring Nightmares

I have had two reoccurring nightmares in my lifetime. It never sounds scary when I talk about them out loud or even typing it out, but the way I wake up with my heart racing...

So, the first one I've had a lot since I was about four years old. It stopped when I was around thirteen and about five years ago, it happened again but with a small twist.

When I was little, I used to have dreams about my "other mother". I used to tell my mom that she wasn't my mom, that I have a mom, and she was tall with long brown hair, down to her waist, she always wore dresses, and I never knew her name. Obviously, this used to break my moms heart. I was kind of a shitty kid. But hey, what kid knows any better?

The first nightmare I had, I was in this two story house that was very similar to my grandma Sophie's house. Which was oddly a one story. It was like my mind took it and stretched it. I know it was her house, cause she always had a mirror down at the end of the hallway that I ALWAYS avoided looking into. It was creepy! Gave me uncomfortable vibes when I would have to go use the restroom. On the outside of the nightmare house, it wasn't my grandma's. It was kind of vintage style with a black roof, very green lawn, and very innocent feeling. Until I would take a step onto the grass.

That's when I would feel the agonizing fear in my chest. Every time I would tell myself, "why are we going in here again?" As much as I didn't want to, dream me had different plans. We would enter and the heaviness would be so overwhelming I just wanted to run, but I couldn't. I knew every time what was going to happen. I would go down the hall, avoiding looking into the mirror, and I would go into "my room" of the house - keep in mind, I never had my own room at my grandma's. I would open the door and things would be thrown, voices everywhere, screams, things floating in the air. One time when I had the dream, I was able to lay on the bed and speak to some of the voices. I kind of took over my space in the dream. Made this weird boundary. Told them to knock it off on throwing my stuff and they weren't allowed. But every time, they won. I would run out of there. In the hallway, my grandma had photos of everyone up, and they would be broken, smashed, or thrown off the walls. Every time I had to jerk myself awake to escape it all. Sometimes there would be more rooms I would go into, but usually it was just "my room" and then I'd have to drag myself out of it.

The next nightmare, I tended to have during my teenage years. It was very odd and slight details would change every time.

So, from what I remember, it was kind of Hocus Pocus meets Haunted Mansion meets The Haunting vibe. The Haunting used to scare the living shit out of me, by the way. The garden is what really always stood out to me in that movie and definitely plays it's part here. So outside of this huge house/mansion, was a cemetery full of unmarked graves. I would enter into the garden area and be greeted by the owners of the home. Young, mid-thirties couple, and they would tell me to be careful right before sundown; to be locked up in a room and not come out until the sun was back up. Now, I don't remember ever staying there, but sometimes my brother and mom would be with me, other times it was just me. I would go up the winding stairs (seriously look up the Haunting garden, it's freaking beautiful), and down the hallway where the bedrooms were. Before I could do anything the whole building would tremble and sure enough there was a full on army of spirits.

I was always able to get out and go down the hills to the houses and make it to my "moms house". When I would get there, I'd remember "No, I need to go get Cindy." (Cindy is my first dog, who passed away in 2009). My family would tell me I was crazy and that I needed to get inside, I would tell them no, grab a broom, and fly back to the mansion. (Yeah, I know.) In the hallway again, I would call out to Cindy. It would be deafening quiet. I would open the door on the right and there she would be, sitting, waiting for me. I'd tell her lets get going and we would walk out of the room together. Or, she would be down the hallway and guide me to this said room, and be waiting for me. This is another dream I would have to shake myself awake. Usually crying.

Now remember how I mentioned my "other mother"? Well, this last time I had this dream, I was about 23 years old. When Cindy and I would go to leave, she would stop in the hallway and though I knew another person was walking towards me, I just kind of kept my eyes to the floor. You know, like when you don't wanna make eye contact on accident with someone you're walking past? I looked up when they got closer and it was my other mother. She stopped and smiled at me. Before I could say anything, her and Cindy would be gone. I'd wake up.

Now, I feel like I could either make one of these a short story. Or even combine the two. I like a lot of details in stories, but I tend to see everything as a movie and babble when I write. I wonder if I could do it. I'm going to look into resources and see if maybe I can make this a thing.

This blog will be my dream journal, my inspiration, my ideas, and even some draft chapters. We'll see <3

[moonctzeny]

Not sure if anyone has asked for this yet but may I request Mark and number 30 for the nsfw drabbles? 🥺

mark + phone sex

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 866

warnings: masturbation, phone sex, praise, fingering

a/n: hii hope you like this anon 💘💘

Mark couldn’t have known how much the picture you sent him would affect him when he got the notification.

There you were, sitting on your bedroom’s floor in front of your full-body mirror, legs open and facing the camera. Your underwear was nowhere to be found, only one of Mark’s t-shirts was covering your body, and if that wasn’t already turning him on impossibly much then the fingers over your glistening pussy definitely did the job.

There wasn’t much he could do, sitting on the couch of their dressing room after just being done with his makeup. He was only glad he decided to turn his phone away from Johnny before opening the message, out of a hunch. Awkwardly pulling the sweater he had on for the performance over his crotch, he excused himself to the restroom.

The call rang only once before you answered, your voice telling of the smug smile stretching out your face; you were expecting him to call.

“Hey”

“Yo”, he answers, breathless. “What’s up with the pic?”

“You liked it?”

“So fucking sexy.”

He walks around the area a little, checking to see if anyone was there. He had a feeling this conversation would end up needing complete privacy.

“I just missed you”, you mewl, and Mark can clearly hear your duvet covers shifting in the background. He can picture it so vibrantly: you naked, wearing your messy hair and the tee he’s left at your place, laying in bed. His cock twitches in his skinny jeans, begging to be freed, and he quickly locks himself inside a stall.

“What are you doing right now?”, he asks you as he unbuttons his pants, palming himself over his briefs.

“I woke up and you weren’t there but I was really horny. I couldn’t help but touch myself..”

Unable to contain his hard-on under the fabric anymore, Mark pushes his underwear down his thighs, letting his dick slap against his lower stomach. He can faintly pick up the sound of your fingers spreading your wetness around. Every second of this call drove him crazier.

“And you decided to show me just to torture me?”

“Well, I was kinda wishing you’d call. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Got what you wished for, baby?”

“Not really”, you pout, moaning lightly when your index grazes your clit, “Your dick feels so much better.”

“Fuck”

Letting out a low growl from the back of his throat, he wraps his fist around his member, slowly jerking himself off. The way your voice breaks from neediness has him dripping out already. He knows he won’t last long.

“Slip two fingers in for me”, he whispers on his phone, already panting as he pumps his dick some more. “How does it feel?��

“My pussy feels so hot”, you whimper, but sigh out in pleasure once you get used to the stretch. “It’s a tight fit”

“Can’t even fit a couple of fingers in? But you always take me so well.”

“It’s been too long”, you whine, and a wave of guilt washes over Mark momentarily. “I need more”

“Once I get home”, he promises, and picks up the pace of his movements as your moans grow in intensity. “Don’t care how tired I am. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til your legs give out.”

“Mark, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, fingertips hitting your g-spot now. It feels so different when he’s there for you. Even if he’s not physically in your room with you, you still feel butterflies in your lower stomach at his words. It’s just so easy to imagine that he’s right next to you, half-covered under your sheets like on your favorite lazy mornings, when his lips find the hollow of your neck and his fingers wake you from your slumber.

“Me too baby, fuck. I wanna hear my girl cum all pretty for me.”

You moan his name out per his request when your orgasm hits you, your moans triggering his own. Ropes of cum fill his fist, dripping down his fingers. He can’t help himself from groaning from the much-needed relief, letting out a chuckle as he cleans himself up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, you coo, your body feeling light as a feather and your heart full of your boyfriend. “Good luck today, okay? I’m cheering for you”

“Thank you, baby. And I’ll keep my promise! Just wait for me.”

“Will do Marky”, you giggle, not wanting to hang up at all, “I’m so glad I texted you”

“Me too”

[baroquebucky]

soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

word count — 1,053

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a/n; hello hello ! just a quick self indulgent drabble as i am currently sick :P

Allergies were a bitch.

You’d been stuck in bed all day, under four blankets, shivering and sneezing. Your body ached, everything was cold and you had a pile of tissues next to your bed and two empty tissue boxes on the nightstand. Your hair was a mess and you looked deathly.

The worst part of it all?

Bucky wasn’t home. He was off on some mission since three days ago, possibly coming home today, possibly not.

Part of you hoped he didn’t come back today, you wanted him to come back in a couple more days when you were healthy again, not now where you know he’s scold you for being under four blankets despite having a fever. Another part was praying to every deity out there that he wakes in the front door any second now.

You’d been in and out of sleep all day, having only ate a granola bar, two Claritin’s and four bottles of water to top it all off.

Pausing the video you’d been watching, [half watching, you feel asleep four minutes in and woke up at the 30 minute mark only to pass out again later] you got up to use the restroom, dragging yourself and whining as you moved. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to just lay down. After brushing your teeth and grabbing another water bottle you curled back under your blankets, shivering and blowing your nose one more time before passing out again.

It was quite a sight to see when bucky walked into the apartment. It was late in the afternoon so he expected you to either be cooking something or watching stuff in the living room, but when he heard nothing but the faint sound of some true crime video from your bedroom he knew something was up.

He set his bad down and took his shoes off, walking quietly to your shared bedroom and peeking in, seeing the lump of blankets and tissues littering the room. Bucky frowned slightly when he saw the Claritin box on the nightstand alongside som Vicks and tissue boxes.

“oh doll” he whispered, looking at your sleeping form, he couldn’t see much though, considering you were completely engulfed by the blankets.

Bucky debated pulling the blankets off you and waking you up to take your temperature, but by the way he saw your body shaking slightly he knew you had a fever. He shook his head, recalling the various times he’s told you to not give into the chills because it’ll just make the fever last longer.

Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to shower and join you in bed. But he knew better.

Instead, he headed for the kitchen, grabbing some veggies and some noodles and getting to work. He grabbed your favorite mug and placed a tea bag in it, heating up some water before pouring it in and taking it to your shared bedroom, placing it on the nightstand before exiting.

You stirred awake at the sound of of footsteps outside. Your vision focused on the hot cup of tea, still steaming on your nightstand, you whined slightly as you sat up, taking the cup of tea in your hands and drinking it slowly. Bucky had added just enough honey in your tea, knowing that you liked for it to be sweet.

After you finished the tea, as if on cue bucky walked into the room, a soft smile on his face when he noted the empty mug.

“good morning doll” he spoke, a lopsided grin on his face as he took the mug from your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“morning” you spoke, your voice hoarse. You cringed at how sick you sounded, knowing you were in for it when bucky saw your pile of tissues. You turned to look down at the tissues only for it to be gone, along with the empty boxes and the Claritin packed away with the exception of two tablets.

“i cleaned up, figured you’d be too tired” bucky spoke up after you took in your surroundings, “now gimme these blankets and come eat, i know you haven’t ate anything for however long you’ve been sick.”

You moved slowly, your body sluggish and heavy. Finally you managed to pull yourself from the warmth of the blankets, your feet hitting the ground as you trailed behind bucky to the kitchen.

“made you some noodle soup, eat up while it’s still warm, im gonna go shower if you need anything tell me okay doll?” He spoke as he served you soup in a bowl, much more than you think you could fit in your stomach.

You nodded softly and bucky kissed your temple, mumbling a soft ‘love you’ before heading to the shower. Before you knew it you were almost done with the soup and two packets of crackers, not realizing just how hungry you were. The soup was amazing and made you feel warm, you were no longer shivering and you felt yourself getting better.

As you placed the bowl in the sink and sat on the couch, bucky walked out with of the restroom, hair still wet and a smile on his face.

“how my favorite girl feeling?” He asked, you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“better, just tired still” you replied, bucky handed you a couple more pills and a cup of water, you took them quickly and set the cup down on the table, cuddling up to your boyfriend as he flicked on the tv and scrolled through the channels.

After a couple minutes of silence you spoke up, “thank you for the soup it was so good whatd you put in it?” Bucky only gave you a cheesy grin before replying.

“Love.”

You couldn’t help the smile the made it’s way onto your face as you rolled your eyes at him, your head continuing to rest on his chest.

You felt warm inside, you felt comfortable and your body felt lighter than before. Your breathing evened out and before you knew it you slipped into a peaceful sleep. You felt loved, safe and secure. Even on your worst days, bucky was there to take care of you. You were happy bucky was home, at the end of the day, you always wanted bucky home.