#i came and checked thru the window who it was

[saetoru]

one thing about me is that i just don’t open the door ever if i don’t know the person

[mitchievousness]

had some weird dreams last night

[awrkive]

[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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[muldermuse]

What's your emergency? (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

This is in the two sinners world. Reader is bored and needs Sheriff Gator's help with something.

18+ only!! Smut ahead!! Fic includes piv sex, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, swearing, infidelity kink, actual infidelity, reader is called a whore, reader just uses men tbf, housewife roleplay, sir kink. Just like all two sinners posts, infidelity is a huge part!! Please don’t engage if any of the above is not for u.

send through two sinners reqs/ideas/thots

thank you everyone for the engagement with all two sinners works!!!!!!there will be more please enjoy pure smut- you all deserve it and more ❤️

One of the worst parts in living in this dump of a town is that there’s nothing to do. You’ve got the week off and you’ve officially run out of things to do. The house is pristine, your skin is glowing and you’ve exhausted your social battery with brunch dates with friends. You’ve seen Jax, Steve and Jenson once. Jax took you out for breakfast at your favourite diner, then he came back to your home and built some flatpack furniture that you’ve been avoiding for months. You sucked his dick until your jaw locked as a thank you. The day after, Steve dropped off lunch (vegetable soup and a bagel) and fucked you slowly in bed, pressing hot kisses to your neck and whispering about how good you felt under him. Jenson picked you up from a night at the bar with your friends, he went to a drive thru for you and let you choose the radio station for the drive home. He dropped you off at home and returned 8 hours later when you’d awoken. He brought some hangover remedies with him and made you pancakes. You spent the day entwined on the sofa, watching some shitty reality show he swore you’d never get him to watch. You’d text Gator a few times in the week but he was too busy to come over. 

It was Saturday and the boredom was starting to set in to your bones. You were getting restless. There was nothing to do. There was no excuse to get Gator to come over. Unless…there was.

[sent at 12:32] You:emergency at the house 

[sent at 12:32] You: need u to come over

[received at 12:33] Gator🐍💩: too busy sry

[sent at 12:33] You: but its an emergency???????

[sent at 12:33] You: ur meant to be a sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: i am a fuckin sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: and ur fuckin desperate for attention 

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: way too busy for ur shit today

He’s right, he is a Sheriff and you’re a member of the local community in desperate need of help.

***

You know that Saturday shifts are quiet for Gator, which would be surprising but Roy would never give his son any real responsibility after he’s fucked up so much. Gator’s on patrol so any call goes straight to him. You know this is crazy, you’re calling 911 to get someone to come over and fuck you. This is unhinged but you are really fucking bored. 

“911- what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, I’m sorry this might some really dumb” Your voice is a tilt higher than it usually is. “But, I’m home alone right now and I swear I just saw two big guys standing at my back window looking at me…I’m just a b- well to be honest, I’m really scared and would like someone to come and check it out- y’know make sure I’m safe”. The call handler is really helpful and tells you that you’re not being dumb and you definitely did the right thing. 

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to do this but could you tell me which Sheriff will come out and check for me? Just y’know with two random men standing outside, I’d like to know who’s coming to the house.” Your voice is so high, you can feel your vocal chords straining. 

“Yes of course ma’am. It’ll be Sheriff Gator”

You thank the call handler and run to get ready. 

***

You put on a short dress which you know drives Gator wild. It’s just a hair too short and if you bend slightly too much, Gator will be able to see his favourite pair of red lace panties underneath. Your tits look amazing and your hair is down, perfectly shaping your face. You decide you’re going to play a game with him as you’re applying a sickly sweet lip gloss to your pout. 

He usually knocks on your door loud but this time it’s like he’s punching your front door. You pull it open and he looks so pissed. His gaze is hard set on you and when gulps when he sees you in the dress but his eyes do not give any level of desire away.

“This is fuckin’ too far…even for you, this is fuckin’ crazy”.

“Sorry, are you Sheriff Gator?” Your voice has the same high tilt it had on the phone  “The lady on the phone said it would be you, I’m home whilst my husband is at work and I thought I s-“

“Your husband? What husband?” He huffs, “this is your fuckin’ house. You’re not even wearin’ any rings. What the fuck are you doin’?”

You smirk at him; he’s so fucking obtuse. “Can I show you where I saw the scary men? Maybe grab you some lemonade for comin’ all the way out here?”. You hold your hands behind your back and smile at him softly. He blows his disposable vape in your face as he pushes past you. You smile to yourself as the shut the door behind him, silently putting the latch on. 

He’s stood awkwardly in your kitchen, if you were acting as yourself you’d ask him why he’s behaving like this but, you’re committed to the role of the bored housewife so you tell him sweetly “I’ll get you that lemonade, Sheriff”. You grab the jug out of the fridge and reach up as high as you can to grab two glasses on the highest shelf. Of course, there’s more accessible glasses in the cupboard but reaching up means you can stick your ass out and show Gator his favourite panties as your dress rides up. You can hear him grumble behind you as you try to act oblivious to what you’re doing. You hand him the glass filled with lemonade and he keeps eye contact with you as he downs the drink in one gulp.

“Is it thirsty work stoppin’ all those bad guys, Sheriff?” You move over to stand in front of him and run your fingers down his chest. “My husband isn’t brave enough to be a Sheriff, sometimes I wish I had a brave man around the house- y’know?”. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at him with bright eyes. Your nails trail lower down his chest until you feel his hard dick in his pants. You softly rake your nails over it and you hear him gasp at the touch. You get on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear and whisper, so fucking soft, to him “Are you a brave man, Sheriff?”. When you look at him again, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

“Maybe we should um- y’know, check upstairs. Make sure that there’s no one hidin’ in your bedroom” He stutters.

You’ve fucking got him.

***

You lead the way on the stairs, ensuring that you’re a few steps in front so Gator can see up your dress. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every second. You’ve roleplayed with other guys before but never with Gator. He’s a simple man. He just wants to make himself and you cum. He sees no point in playing around when it’s wasting time that he could have your thighs shaking around his head. But you know he’s enjoying this. With this situation, he’s a noble Sheriff doing his duty and you’re the whore who fancies him so much you’re going to break the sanctity of marriage.

You open the bedroom door and sit on the bed expectantly. You’ve made most of the moves up until this point, you want to see if Gator is as into this as his erection would suggest. He vapes as he looks around your room, opening your closet door and the door to your en suite to ‘check’ for any home invaders. When he’s finished peering through your bedroom, he holds up little trinkets placed on your cabinet, smirking as he looks closely at stuff he’s probably never noticed before (Gator is never in your bedroom unless he’s fucking you and he’s usually too focused on how hot you look when you cum to notice a old Barbie placed near some books).

“So uh, your husband, what does he do?” You stay seated as he chats to you.

“He’s a banker in the city, works late or the weekends lot of the time- so I’m here feelin’ lonely pretty often”. You impress yourself with the quick lie, Gator smirks as he makes his way over to you. He stands in front of you and puts his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“S’shame. Pretty lil’ thing like you should never feel lonely. Anyone could break in and hurt you, some bad men around these parts”. His grip on your chin gets firmer, you look into his eyes rather than the bulge in his pants which is inches away from your face.

“Good job you’re here Sir, big strong guy like you can stop them- right?”. Gator loves being called Sir, it makes him feel so fucking powerful that it’s nearly guaranteed to make him cum during sex. One time, he had been fucking you from behind and pulled your hair to look at you. Your voice was nearly gone from moaning so when, in the whiniest voice you could muster, you called him Sir and asked him to cum inside you- he finished immediately. Cursing himself for cumming so quickly. You don’t say it often, terrified of it losing its power but it never does. The memory of that night turns you on even further and you feel like it’s time to hurry this along.

He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and you open your mouth obediently- doe eyes still gazing up at him. Gator smiles as he places two fingers on your tongue, you can feel your mouth starting to fill with saliva with the obtrusion.

“Y’gonna thank your local Sheriff baby? I drove out all this way for ya. Y’gonna fuck me in your husband’s bed like a whore?” You keep your eyes locked on his dark gaze as you nod at him. He withdraws his fingers from your mouth but instructs you with a gruff voice to “keep your fuckin’ mouth open”. He has a smug grin on his face as he unzips his pants and eases his hard dick out of his boxers. “Bigger than your husband, baby?” he asks as he taps the plush head against your wet tongue.

“Uh huh” your mouth has been open for that long that drool is staring to slide down your chin. Gator notices and rubs his dick against spit, the lower part of your face feels tacky with a mix of your spit and his precum glistening against your skin. He fists your hair and pushes your head onto his cock. “Clean up your fuckin’ mess for me”.

You breathe through your nose as you take his cock down your throat. Trying to stifle the gag as your nose pushes into curled hairs at the base of his cock. He grips your hair in his fists and moves your face up and down his length. You can feel spit dripping down from your mouth onto your tits as he essentially uses your throat as a fleshlight. He pulls your mouth off him and you take a second to catch your breath. Your hair is messed from his fists grabbing at it and your eyes are glassy and peering up at him. He smirks as he pulls you back onto his cock and you take him all the way down your throat. He groans at the feeling, “suckin’ my dick whilst your husband is at work huh? Lettin’ me use this fuckin’ throat while he’s making money”. He thrusts his cock into your mouth one more time and you back off it with a gag as he instructs you, “hands and knees on the bed baby. Arch that back so you look nice n’ pretty”.

***

He teases you before he puts his cock in you. This is the first time you’ve ever been completely submissive to Gator so he’s probably making it last for as long as possible, knowing that the next time you have sex it will be him begging to cum. He spanks your ass hard and you whimper a “thank you Sir” which makes him do it again harder. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the contact. You can imagine the smug smirk on his face as he does it, undoubtedly feeling how wet you are from playing the role of the lonely whore of a housewife. He finally pushes the tip of his cock in you and grabs your hips tightly before you can push your ass back to take all of him.

“Nu-uh baby, need to hear you beg for all of it” his voice is the smuggest you’ve ever heard it and you know he’s not going to last long. The power he currently has over you making him close to the edge already. His grip on your hips is bruising as you hear above you in a taunting voice, “c’mon, aren’t you goin’ to show the Sheriff what a good girl you can be?”. You hate how wet his mocking tone of voice is making you. You’ve never felt as desperate for him and it pains you to admit.

“Please put it all the way in Sir, I’ll be a good girl pl-“ before you can finish begging, his cock fills you. His thrusts are ruthless and unrelenting but you can’t hear anything over your own moans and the squelch of your wet pussy taking all of his cock. Your mouth is hanging open and you can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you slur ‘thank you’s to him. His hands haven’t left your hips and, similar to your throat, he’s basically just using you to make himself cum and the thought of that sends you over the edge. You cum over him with a shouting cry and shaking legs. In the daze of your orgasm shuddering through you, you can hear Gator grunt “gettin’ too fuckin’ tight baby. Gonna make me cum so fuckin’ deep”. He talks himself to his orgasm as he slams his hips into you a final time. You can feel his legs twitching behind you before he pulls out and lies on the bed next to you.

You press a chaste kiss to his sweating forehead before getting up and walking towards your bathroom. “My husband will be back soon so you need to leave”. His radio crackles into life when you shut the door so he leaves (as usual) without saying goodbye.

He sends you a text a few hours later.

[received at 20:37] Gator🐍💩: need to do that again asap. U be the sheriff next time????

[moonlight-tmd]

Blitzbee, cons are good a.u.

Blitz and Bee have been planning date night for a while, but Sentinel's team pop in for (insert reason).

Bee's team have been trying to distract Sentinel's so the two can enjoy their date.

Hmm I will say it happened like this:

Bee and Blitz have been openly dating for a little bit, Bee team is slowly getting used to that fact and try their best to not hate on Bee. Bee's been getting more comfortable bringing up his plans with Blitzsuch as dates, sleepovers and general trips to see stuff. Bee was supposed to go on another date with Blitz when Sentinel and his team decided it would be a great time to come visit for a check up! That meant no one is allowed to leave or else they will be doomed with suspicion.

Bee was already gone and Optimus couldn't comm him to come back so the best option was to play a trick- it landed on Bee being sick and no one should go and see him. Sentinel of course was too persistent and Ratchet had to put a force field on the medbay door to not let Sentinel in.

In the meantime Bee was having a very romantic date at the edge of the city; flowers, pretty lights and fancy food, all that stuff. And of course, cheesy romcom compliments served out by both of them. It couldn't be better....

But it can be worse!

Turns out some wandering fool called in to report Decepticon sighting (Bee was too smol to be noticed thankfully) and who came to investigate? Sentinel! Op tagged along just ot be safe... and boy was he glad he did.

Sentinel saw Blitz and immediatelly charged in, Bee had barely any time to hide. Op took the chance to grab Bee and push him in some ditch. Sentinel chased Blitz for a bit before the con flew away, in the meantime Op talked with Bee about what happened and apologized profusely- he didn't get to do it much before Sentinel called him as he was coming back.

There wasn't anywhere Bee could hide good so in last attempt to do so he jumped on Op's back and held onto the small portion of his shoulders and positioned himself in a way that his torso would hide him from view.

Op could not be more stressed as Sentinel approached him, thankfully he didn't even seem to take notice of Op being nervous and went away to search the area in case Blitzwing left something of value. (the picnic was completely destroyed by the fight, sadge.)

Bee managed to get away just fine, he snuck his way into his room thru his window and waited until Elite Guard left. it sucked that his date was abruptly stopped like that, he checked in with Blitz later, the big con was quite annoyed.

They stayed on call til late at night, hopefully the next date wouldn't end like this one, they would just have to hope.

[itsmebytch001]

Smoking It Away Pt 3:

Summary: After the 6 weeks are up, Aaron comes to pick you up from rehab with Miles in the car, part of him wants to apologise for sending you away, the other knows what he's done is right, while Miles desprately tries to press you to talk to him.

Miles and Aaron exited the Rehab, Aaron had to fight every thought in his head to not run back in and bail you out while Miles stared into the distance with the growing feeling of regret sitting within him. And as they approach the car Aaron goes to take a final look at facility before riding off.

As they begin to ride off back into the wooden area, Aaron keeps looking back at Miles through the rear view mirror as he keeps looking back at your empty seat, he can see his nephew is struggling, wallowing in his own dilema of if he had done the right thing. They sat in silence through the entire of the trip back to Brooklyn, and once they pulled up outside Mile's home, Aaron dropped him off.

Miles Dragged himself slowly up the fire escape and entered his room, flopping onto his bed, laying their motionless for awhile until he heard his door knob click, and his parents shuffle into the room they looked down at him sadly.

Jeff: "So, how did it go?"

Miles: "What do you mean, 'How did it go?' We dropped her at the rehab and left her there"

Usually Miles parents would scould him for his sass, but all things considered it was reasonable that he would be upset, Rio exchanaged a look with her husband and exited his room.

Jeff: "I didn't think he would actually do it"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Jeff: "I didn't think he had it in him to send her off to a rehab where he wasn't with her for almost a month, I thought maybe he'd chicken out and just take her home."

Rio: "Well, It's for the best I'm sure"

Meanwhile poor Aaron was sitting in the dark of his empty house back on your phone scrolling through it, scanning over all your personal texts and photos, selfies of you smoking or snorting and all he wanted was to find who ever the hell your dealer was, and he thought to look through your call list.

Aaron: Sun 12:33 missed Miles: Sun 12:09 missed Pluggg: Sat 13:19 -10 mins Miles: Sat 12: 11 -15 mins Auntie Rio: Sat 9:11 -12 mins Stella : Thurs 19:13 -1 hour Stella: Thurs 19:11 missed Pluggg: Thrus 17:19 -12 mins Bloom: Tue 19:11 -9 mins Miles: Tue 13: 11 -18 mins Musa: Tue 11:14 - 12 mins Aaron: Wens 21:23 - 1 min

Honestly if you didn't want him to find your supplier you should have came up with a better contact name, He thought how should he deal with this, this stranger that was posioning you for so long, he could go all Prowler on him and take him out, but he left that life far behind so why not hand this phone over to Jeff, surley he, or the police could sort through it until they found the adress of this 'Pluggg'.

He clicked off your phone and set it on the table, never had he been more aware that he was alone in the house, of course he had been alone before and had also known the feeling of having children and not knowing where they were, the stress and worried pacing calling you again and again with it going to voice mail and having to wait home until he would hear your window creek open and sound of you falling into bed, and now he was so upset with himself for not going into your room to scould you, but now that ne knew you were home, he could sleep.

And now he was alone, but atleast he had the knowledge were you where, that should he a comfort but really it just made him feel weak for having had given you do then.

As he walked down the hall he peered into your room to see how much he had torn it up. The emptied draws, the completely stripped bed, the hollowed out wardrobe and most of all the glaring whole in the floor, the missing floor board that once housed your goodie box of hard drugs.

He got into his lone bed, checking his phone to see a missed call from Jefferson, So he called him back.

calling Jefferson Morales

ring

ring

Aaron: "Hey"

Jeff: "Hey...You good man?"

Aaron: "I'm...I don't know man"

Jeff: "I know. But I think You did the right thing"

Aaron: "Did I?" He ran his hand over his face.

Aaron: "What If it is just teenage shit? what if-"

Jeff: " Aaron...You found MDMA and cocaine in the floor"

Aaron: "I know...I know"

Jeff: "This should teach her, or help atleast...You go through her phone again?"

Aaron: "Yeah actually, I think I found his number"

Jeff: "His number? As in the dealer?"

Aaron: "Yeah I think so, If it's not this 'plug' guy it's this Stella girl"

Jeff: "Stella? Who's she?"

Aaron: "Y/n little friend who's a bit of a star girl, looking through these texts it seems she is the one buying half the time"

Jeff: "That's supplying, I could arrest her"

Aaron: "I don't know, I don't know" He groaned.

...

Jeff: "Don't go back man"

Aaron: "But wha-"

Jeff: "Aaron if you go back she'll know that she can get away with this type of behaviour, You'll be telling her that it's fine, she has to know their she can't just step on you"

Aaron: "Yeah...Yeah I guess"

After the next six weeks Aaron avoided going back to his apartment as all costs, hanging around the Morales house into late hours, then wondering the streets for hours until sunrise, only returning to the house when he had too, counting down the days until he could bring you home.

Needless to say once the six weeks ran out the whole family were looking forward to your retrun, of course Miles was stressing about you 'not talking to him' as you said you would, but Rio was just glad to get her surrogate daughter back.

The day finally came for Aaron and Miles to pick you up, Aaron felt ealted that he would finally have you home, had had almost no contact with you, only letters, and by the end of the program he had only sent 3, he never got a response and he wasn't sure if it was beacuse you weren't allowed to write back, or that you wouldn't.

So while Miles and Aaron drove off out of Brooklyn to pick you up, Jeff and Rio where in your home setting up a small welcome home party, nothing big, just cake with juice and a banner, yes it was strange that they would do this after a rebab stint, but they just missed you so very much.

Jeff had written out a mildy threatning speech to read to once you got home, and Rio was gleefully icing the cake.

The car ride was long and quite until finally they reached the facility, Aaron rushedly walked in to the reception where be began to sign you out while Miles kept checking you through the glass doors, and oh how happy Arron was to see his girl walking out that hallway, you looked tired.

Miles: "Hey!"

Once you made it through the doors, Miles went to hug you only to be meet with the hand, pushing him away.

Aaron can't help but also try and hug you, and through you tried to push him off, he still took you into a tight embrace.

Aaron: "Its good to see you baby" He holds you for several seconds almost sufficating grasp, finally he would be at ease that he had gotten you back, Miles kept looking for eye contact with you but you refused to meet his gaze.

Aaron took your bags from you forcefully and carried them back to the car, Miles trasped behind you as Aaron put your bags in the back of the car, Miles sat in the front with Aaron while you were in the back, he put on the radio and began to drive.

Aaron kept looking back at you through the rear mirror, he was so happy to have you back.

Aaron: "So baby, how did it go?"

Y/n: "Just drive Aaron" You heard Miles sharply inhale.

Aaron: "Aaron? We doing that now huh?" His hands tighted round the wheel, he had just gotten you back and already you were casusing problems.

...

Aaron: "Okay then" He mumbeld to himself tensing.

Miles: "We missed you Y/n"

You don't dignify him with any kind of response.Half way through the road trip home, you desprately needed to pee you knew you should have gone before you left the facility, and lucky you saw a gas station up ahead.

Y/n: "Can we pull over? I need to pee"

Radio silecne from both your Dad and you cousin.

Y/n:" Hellllo? Dad Can we pull over I need to pee"

Aaron: "I'm not Dad, I'm Aaron aren't I?"

Y/n: "Are you serious?"

Aaron: "You wanna call me by my name on your first day back out, and you expected me to pull over for you?"

Y/n: "You are a grown ass man, why are you being so fucking petty?"

Aaron: "Don't swear in my car"

Y/n: "Pull over I need to pee"

Aaron: "You can hold it"

Y/n: "Aaron, what is wrong with you? Let me out this car"

Aaron: "You are thin Ice Y/n"

Miles looked back at you in the rear view mirror, you made a moment of eye contact and you could see in his face he was pleading for you to shut the hell up.

Y/n: "Or what? You don't have anywhere else you can abandon me in"

The car comes to a sudden stop in the middle of this empty road.

Aaron: "Excuse me?"

Y/n: "you heard what the fuck I said"

...

Aaron: "Get out my car"

Y/n: "Excuse me?"

Aaron: "You heard me"

Y/n: "Are you serious?"

Aaron: "You heard me, you wanna talk to me like that your first day out you can make your own way home"

Y/n: "This is a motor way sourounded by trees"

Aaron: "Get. Out. The. Car"

And so you did, Miles watched as you got out the car with just one of your bags and walk off the road and onto the side walk, Miles was stunned by his Uncle giving him a stunned look, Aaron picks up on this and returns him a calm unbothered look.

Miles: "What was that?!"

Aaron: "Don't worry man, we'll turn back in 20 minutes and pick her up by the gas station, then maybe she'll shut up"

Miles: "What if she goes off into the woods?"

Aaron: "I dout it"

And just as Aaron said they turned back 20 minutes later to find you sitting with your bag out side the Gas station Aaron knew well enough you wouldn't go walking in the woods and you knew your father wouldn't actually leave you, Your Dad pulled up next to you and rolled down the window and gave you a apethtic look.

Aaron: "You ready to apologise?"

Y/n: "...No" Aaron also predicted that.

Aaron: "Get in the damm car Y/n"

The rest of the drive home was quite and uneventfull, droned out by the radio and once you two finally made it home of course you where relieved to be somewhere familair, but all you really wanted was to sleep in your own bed, Aaron shuttled you into the aparment with Miles and you were greeted with Rio and Jeff smiling at you with a cake, and a banner saying 'welcome home'.

ah crap

Rio Comes in to hug you tightly giving you a kiss on the cheek while Jeff looks on at you unimpressed, some how still mad at you even it's been 6 whole damm weeks since you had been in the home, you took your bags and simply walked past them dissmissivly and dropped them in your room, shutting the door not wanting to engage with them, Rio was clearly hurt by this so Miles went in after you.

He was you laying on your bed face down clearly exhausted.

Miles: "Y/n"

Miles: "Y/n I know you aren't asleep"

Miles: "Y/n!" He yelled shoving you bit.

Miles: "Get your ass up, the whole family put this together for you and you won't even say hello to my Mom?"

...

Miles: "Get the hell up" He shoved you again.

Miles: "I'm not playing with you get the hell UP!" He pulled off the bed by your shoulders and onto the floor.

Y/n: "What is wrong with you?!"

You picked yourself off from the floor, shoving him away from you.

Y/n: "I just want to sleep in my own bed"

Miles: "It's 11:00?"

Y/n: "Miles, Ive been sleeping in a rock hard bed in a building full of crazy people for six weeks all I want is to sleep in my own room, can you fuck off for god's sake"

Miles: "I honestly don't care, get your ass out there before I drag you down the fucking hall"

Y/n: "Yeah yeah whatever" And so you deafeatedly walked out your room to re greet your family who were already upset at you for dismissing them so quickly sat you down to cut the cake, you kept making eye contact with your Uncle Jeff, unwillingly meeting his cold gaze.

Rio handed you a plate with a slice of cake on it placing a hand on your shoulder, you Dad through clearly still bitter about earlier was also so very glad to have you home.

Rio: "look how thin she's gotten, clearly they didn't feed you right"

She was right, they did feed you, but mostly it was raw veggies and porridge and how much you wanted to fight the dinner lady for feeding you such grule, she said it was to help with with drawls, but it clearly brought her joy to feed you all the worst possible things imagineable.

Miles: "Yeah what they feed you there?"

You roll your eyes at him as the family gathers around you all feeding on the cake and pouring juice in their little cups, as you were bombarded with questions.

Rio: "Where they good to you their?"

Y/n: "Well I guess, They made us go to a funreal home at one point that wasn't great"

Jeff: "They did that to show you what could have happened if we hadn't caught and sent you off"

Y/n: "...okay" You weren't really sure what the correct response to any of these rehab realted questions where, is was rehab it wasn't supposed to be nice.

The family had gone stale due to your unwillingness to make actual conversation, so Jeff took this as the time to whip out is 'speech' which was actually just a fancy written threat.

Jeff stood in front the whole family with his paper in hand.

Jeff: "Ahem..Y/n during you absence in recent weeks we all missed you greatly and are happy for your return, and while you were gone I thought about what might have happened if Miles hadn't alerted us to what you were doing"

'Alerted? You mean snitched the little rat'

Jeff:" Every year thousands die in this city of drug overdoses, it starts with weed, and escaltes into harder things, like Cocaine, or MDMA, like you, and we are all so gratfeul to Miles for choosing to tell us, rather than wait"

Miles smirked at you from across the couch.

Jeff: "I have had the burden of informing familes's that their children had passed due to drug overdoses, and I will not allow you to be another I will not have you in a morgue dead and cold because you wanted to have fun with your 'friends' I, along with the family will not allow you to destroy yourself for your own selfish and frivalous indevours" He folded the paper in his hands and sat back down as the family began to slowly clap since the speech came to such a strange and sudden stop, he wasn't great a public speaking, obviously.

Later into the 'party' Miles was despratley trying to make proper converstation with you, unwillingly giving him short unresponsive answers, Auntie Rio was fawning over your changes in apperance, and she was right to say you looked 'rough', your skin had broken out due to stress, your hair looked like shit, you had lost weight, you nails had been chewed right to the end, truly it had been an unpleasant six weeks.

Rio: "Your hair looks so dry nina, did you not take care of it?"

Y/n: "My Dad only packed me shampoo in bag"

Rio: "Oh...Why?"

Y/n: "I think He's forgotten what it's like to have hair so he though that would be enough, bald little man"

Rio: "Oye, Don't be rude hehe" She giggled under her breath, this is what your usual interactions were like, not the cold stare on the couch when you were finally caught.

Rio: "ah well, we'll get you sorted yeah? Get you some Argon oil...and some face masks for all thisss" She dragged out the 'sss' gesturing to your terrible skin.

Y/n: "Yeah, that would be nice"

Jeff took Aaron into the next room for a little chat regarding your Plug, if he were to dissapear into the system he could no longer supply you, but the other problem came about with Stella, she clearly shown by your texts often was the buyer, and simply shared with you, and It wasn't reasonable to imagen going after her legally since her family had so much damm money they could easily have all this swept under the rug.

Aaron: "So you find him?"

Jeff: "Yep, we skimmed through Y/n's phone and we got him, his adress his name all of it, we should have in custody by next week, until then don't give Y/n any means of contacting him"

Aaron: "Do you know how hard it is to keep a teenager off the internet, and you want me to do it for a week? If you know who the guy is why not do it now?"

Jeff: "Because that's not how it works Aaron"

Aaron: "great" He said through gritted teeth.

Jeff: "What are you going to do about this Stella girl? She seem's to be her drug buddy"

Aaron: "I don't know man, her family's rich as hell it's not like she could be arrested"

Jeff: "I could arrest her, it's a case of it sticking"

Aaron: "I don't know man, but I'll take care of it"

Eventually the family scooted out the house leaving you alone with your Dad, Rio promised to take you out this coming weekend to get your nails done together as you sometimes would, and Miles still recived a cold glare from you, with you in your room unpacking all your stuff, your Dad leaned against the door frame of your room.

Y/n: "I see you put up bars on my window, classy"

Aaron: "It could be temporary, if you keep in line"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah"

Aaron: "I'm glad to have you back Y/n, really I missed you"

Y/n: "Okay, I guess"

...

...

Aaron: "I don't want you hanging round that Stella girl anymore, she's a bad influence"

Y/n: "And how would you know? Youv'e only spoken to her like twice"

Aaron: "I know because you only started acting out like this when you met her, and she's in all your secret little photos on your phone, and she's the one buying you shit when youv'e already spent all your money!"

Y/n: "You went through my phone?"

Aaron: "Of course I went through your phone I found drugs under the floor boards!"

Y/n: "That's an invasion of my privacy!"

Aaron: "HA! Privacy? Y/n I don't think you understand what's happening, You don't have any damm privacy since your brought drugs in my house, no phone, no laptop and if you keep pushing it this way you aren't going to have a door, and if I see Stella or see you talking to her I'll keep those bars up, end of okay?"

...

Aaron: "Okay?!"

Y/n: "FINE!"

Aaron: "Don't yell at me in my own house!"

Y/n: "My house, My Door My window My daughter, I am 17 you do not own me-!"

Aaron: "You are a minor! and as long as you live under my roof NO STELLA I am your father and WE are family, don't be priortise her over your family"

Y/n: "I'll be out this house soon enough!"

Aaron: "I'd love to see you find a home in this economy!"

Y/n: "Whatever Aaron"

Aaron: "Call me that again, see what happens" He yells as he exits your room, closing the door behind him.

Y/n: "AARON!"

Aaron: "NO MORE DOOR"

GIVE ME MORE MORALES FAMILY REQUESTS!!!!!! PLZ I LOVE THIS

[thedemonscrawler]

Nightguard

Just something small cos I liked the image in my head of Moon laying on top of someone like a cat trying to hide her kittens and decided I could make a scene out of it

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You wake up to something climbing on top of you.

Like, on top of you. Though no weight actually lands on your body, the dip of the mattress behind and in front is more than enough to pull you from slumber's sweet embrace. A lifetime shared intermittently with pets (and even more intermittently with partners) keeps you from lashing out as you wake up. The fact that the covers are pinning your limbs down also helps.

Blinking blearily, you struggle to make sense of a room painted in charcoal and carbon black. It takes you a few seconds to figure out that the reason you keep interpreting the patch of grey directly in your line of sight as a solid surface is because it is a solid surface, one only a few inches past the end of your nose. You really only figure that one out when it moves, the lighter dot of a screw moving incrementally to the left.

An amused huff, and you whisper to the figure crouched over you, "Hello, Moon. Something wrong?"

Soft bells, and the speaker housed just above your ear vibrates with an even softer "Shhh..."

The corners of your mouth pull back in a slight smile, and you snuggle down in your blanket. You're beginning to overheat a little, but the plastic and metal limbs forming this cozy cage leave no loose fabric for errant toes to make an escape. You'll just have to endure it for the time being.

The flat disk of Moon's head takes up most of what you can see, and his arms cover the rest. Wiggling your legs a little confirms what you can't see; the former Naptime Attendant's legs on either side of your own, loose starry pants covering a much larger area than legs could alone. If anyone were to walk into your room, only the blanket around your midsection would be visible under the tangle of jester.

Which was the point, of course.

The springs under your ear creak as Moon shifts, raising up the slightest bit. His head clicks as it rotates, the sound mixing with the white noise of the box fan sitting in your window. That's one of your clues that this is just a Warning and not a Watch, otherwise Moon would have turned the fan off before climbing on top of you so he could hear better.

(If this was a true emergency the animatronic wouldn't have even bothered with that much. You'd have woken up to being bundled in your blanket and unceremoniously dumped into the bathtub, your tiny bathroom having been chosen as the most defensible location in the apartment.)

You can't hear anything, and that doesn't surprise you, either. The Daycare Attendant's hearing is much, much better than your own. Sometimes you worried about them a little, if the noise in and around the apartment complex was too much for them, but the only time you'd voiced that worry Sun had been quick to assure you that it was nothing compared to how loud the Daycare could get. That just made you concerned for different reasons, ones that he'd chased away with a quick topic change.

The seconds tick by, counted by your beating heart and breathing, the soft clicks and whirs of the machine crouched over you protectively. You wonder what set him off this time. Maybe it was two-thirty and it was the couple who always came home with drive-thru tacos and a tired argument, slamming the doors on their worn gold Camry. Maybe it was five, and he'd heard the knocking engine of the navy blue (or maybe black?) truck that belonged to the guy a street over, the one that Moon only ever said was 'unsafe' but refused to elaborate on. With your limbs trapped you can't grab your phone to check the time.

You'll ask Sun about this in the morning, over a breakfast of cereal and an energy shot (because you were out of bagels, you'd had the last ones two days ago and grocery day was tomorrow). There's no guarantee that he’d answer, and you haven't yet figured out if it was because he didn't always know what Moon did at night or if it was because he liked keeping secrets.

Well, that was fine. If there was something important he'd tell you-- you knew that much because he'd promised. They both had.

More creaks and movement, and you only realize you'd been drifting off when you jerk back awake. Whatever it was must have moved on because so is Moon, the animatronic slowly shifting his weight so that you're no longer trapped under him. As soon as you have room you scootch forward, both to give him enough space to settle behind you without toppling off of your full-sized mattress (full-sized for who, exactly?) and to get some fresh air on your overheating limbs.

The creaks stop. Your phone rests on the nightstand but you ignore it, the uncertainty about the time a lot less pressing now that the moment has passed. Instead you flop over to your other side with all the grace of a landed fish, staring into a dinnerplate face with a too wide grin and faintly glowing eyes. His expression is fixed in place and only half visible in the darkness, yet it never fails to make you grin back.

"All clear?"

Moon's head click-clicks and he nods, the bell on the end of his hat ringing softly. "All clear~" he confirms, in that mocking sing-song way of his.

"Good." You yawn, something that draws a staticky crackle from him. "Thanks, bud. You gonna stay in here?"

It's phrased as a question, but really it's a request, even if the bed is laughably small for a person plus a lanky robot. Moon hums softly, considering, and to sweeten the deal you let your eyes close. You know its worked when you feel the edge of the blanket be pulled up higher over your shoulder, tucking you in. "Yes."

"Good. Goodnight, Moon."

The barest brush of something against your forehead, gently chiming bells. "Nighty night~."

[fayes-fics]

Somewhere Only We Know

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Five hours of snowfall, four miles from the nearest paved road, three weeks before Christmas, two old friends and one bed….

Warnings: 18+smut, minors DNI, fingering, handjob, vaginal sex, passing mention of oral sex, all sorts of feelings.

Word Count: 7.9 k I'm so sorry...

Build a blurb prompt 1: Benedict 👅 smut 🌲 mutual pining 🛌 only one bed - from @amillcitygirl Build a blurb prompt 2: modern Benedict 👅smut 👥friends to lovers 🌲mutual pining 🛌only one bed - from anon

Authors Note: *beep beep* make way for the trope bus, it’s coming thru!! Is this original? No. Was it fun to write? Hell YES! This thing was supposed to be 1k follower celebration Drabble (HAHAHA) but it grew its own legs and took over my brain for the last week. This is my winter epic and I even listened to the namesake song as I was editing it. I hope you all enjoy. Betaed by the total trooper @makaylan and beautiful artwork above made especially by @bridgertontess thank you 🧡

“You’ll just have to stay here,” he shrugs, peering out at the falling snow.

You glance at your watch. It’s 5pm and already dark, snowflakes swirling furiously in the glow cast by the window.

This was not your plan. You are booked onto a late flight back to London tonight. You only came out to the beautiful Highlands for a day in nature after your business trip to Glasgow. OK, and a dose of time with the most handsome friend you have, but mainly for the scenery.

He’s rented a tiny cottage for a week as a painting retreat. Why he would do that in early December is a slight mystery. However, the scenery will undoubtedly be even more breathtaking with a blanket of snow tomorrow—an artist's dream.

“Look, the roads here are tiny and treacherous. It’s too risky to attempt the airport drive tonight in the dark in this snowstorm. I will pay for you to fly home tomorrow instead,” Benedict assures, “penance for not checking the forecast before inviting you?” he winces in the hopes of forgiveness.

“But…” you protest weakly, not exactly hating the idea of being trapped in a remote cottage in the mountains with the man who has haunted your dreams for more years than you care to remember.

“This place is warm,” he points to the roaring fireplace. “And well stocked, in more ways than one,” he adds, gesturing to the kitchenette full of supplies and, with a flourish, to the small selection of single malt bottles on a nearby shelf. “There’s even some festive decor,” he argues.

You are entertained that he believes some sprigs of holly, which he has obviously collected on one of his hikes, count as Christmas decorations. Although, to be fair, wrapped around the bookshelves and candles the way it is, it does look lovely.

‘Yes, but… there's also only one bed,” you argue, nodding to the not-exactly sizable double bed at the other end of the room, partially obscured by a room-dividing bookshelf. Even as you mention it, your belly has a warm fizz at the fleeting thought of waking up pressed against him.

“I can sleep on the sofa,” he says hurriedly in a reassuring tone.

“Ben, don't be ridiculous. You are six feet tall, and that thing is barely five. We are not so young we can just sleep anywhere and still be okay anymore,” you remind him.

“Yeah, thanks for that reminder,” he deadpans.

“We are grown-ups; we can share a bed,” trying to keep your tone breezy, but it feels like the reassurance is for yourself as much as him.

You pretend not to see how he swallows thickly at your suggestion, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily.

“If it makes you more comfortable, I can fashion a barrier with some throw cushions,” you shrug, a short nervous laugh bubbling up as you secretly chastise yourself for suggesting such a thing.

“No, no,” he rushes out very quickly. “What I mean is… it’s not a big bed, so by the time we do that, we would both be clinging to the edges. Let’s just, as you say, be adults about this and share the best we can.”

“Agreed.” You give a business-like nod, wanting to change the topic.

“Besides, the night is young,” he states, clapping and rubbing his hands together as if reading your mind. “What do you say we cook dinner together? Then, well, it’s card games or jigsaw puzzles, I’m afraid,” he skews his mouth with an apologetic twist.

“Sounds delightful on all counts,” you assure and bump him with your shoulder.

The evening seems to fly by, and the snowstorm outside somewhat abates as you make a delicious spaghetti bolognese together. Even though it's a tiny kitchen space, you make it work, moving around each other with an almost balletic fluidity as soft music plays from a Bluetooth speaker. There's no Wi-Fi or even much phone signal out here, but he came prepared with songs loaded onto his laptop. You exchange easy chat about mutual friends and what has been happening since you last saw one another a few weeks before.

As you sit down to eat together, the conversation flow continues. It's one of those meals you sop up the sauce from your plate with the warm bread rolls you serve as a side. Lingering in your chairs long after eating is complete, chatting amiably and animatedly about anything, everything and nothing all at once, with a delicious bottle of scotch.

Later, you take turns in the bathroom, cleaning teeth and changing into pyjama bottoms, and then you drift to the living room area. You watch as Benedict pours you both a nightcap into scotch glasses and glance outside to see the storm has picked up again, large clumps of fluffy snow gather in the corner of the window pane; you feel very cosy in this small but perfectly formed little rustic cottage.

“So, how have you been entertaining yourself all alone here for the last four nights?” you inquire, enjoying the smooth, smoky burn of the single malt.

Benedict is now sprawled across the nearby armchair in the most Benedict way, legs akimbo.

“I’ve read two books, and I’ve slept for nine hours every night,” he confesses, taking a sip of his drink and looking at you over the top of his glass.

The room feels like it's getting warmer regardless of the fire; how much is due to the delightful fog of whisky in your veins versus the handsome man across from you is indecipherable.

“Are you not lonely?” you blurt out.

“I live alone in London. What's the difference?” his brow knitting in confusion.

“Alone in the city is very different to alone out here,” you offer, “you can’t be that lonely when you’re only twenty feet from your neighbour through a wall.”

“Hmm, never thought about it like that,” his mien turns thoughtful, scratching his palm on the shadow of stubble on his chin.

You hear the rasp from where you sit, and you almost squeak in surprise as your treacherous mind supplies a vivid snapshot of that stubble teasing the soft skin of your lower belly as he looks up at you with a seductive smirk. You have to shake your head to get rid of it.

“Fear of murder out here is different,” you offer, trying to reroute your thoughts.

“Morbid,” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow with a bemused expression on his face.

“Out here, no one can hear you scream,” you jest, aping the movie line.

He guffaws into his glass. “Sometimes that can be a good thing.”

“Murder?!”

“The ability to scream and not be heard,” he clarifies, his tone markedly more languid than before.

“Painting not going well?” you ask with a chuckle.

“It’s going great, but not what I was referring to,” he argues, and you can’t seem to look away from his mouth all of a sudden.

Damn, how much whisky have you had?

“Had a girl here, Bridgerton?” your venture, a flutter in your chest even as you ask.

“Not until now,” he scoffs, but the intensity in his hazy blue stare causes a riot in your stomach.

You have to look down at your feet before you do something stupid, like climb into his lap and suck on his luscious bottom lip.

“Have you been masturbating loudly?” you quip, still looking down, the thought leaving your lips before you can censor it.

There’s a sharp intake of breath, making you look back at him—big mistake. His eyes look stormy, and you can see a vein in his neck pulsing hard. Like you’ve awoken something.

“I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” you stutter even as your mind floods with images of just that—him stroking his cock and panting, preferably your name.

The atmosphere feels a little too thick, and you briefly curl your lip into your mouth and bite it to give yourself something else to focus on.

“More whisky?” you offer, standing up and changing the subject.

“Sure.” He holds out his glass, and you swear his fingers intentionally slot between yours as he passes it to you.

You use the few moments it takes to refill your drinks, with your back turned, to gather your thoughts and slow your breathing. Having served, you sink onto the couch again but intentionally shift to face him more directly. The alcohol makes you bold and intrigued to know where this might go. He seems to do the same, his feet looping over the armchair's edge and almost touching yours.

“Hey, do you remember that summer when we were, l think, maybe twelve and…”

“Excuse me, point of order,” you butt in, “If you were twelve, I was ten. OK? Continue…” you motion with your hands for him to go on.

“Yes, thanks for reminding me I am older,” he snarks and skews his mouth into an affectionate pout.

“You are welcome, old man,” you tease with a slight smirk.

“Well, anyway… do you remember that summer Colin came home with headlice? And Ant’s answer was to shave all of our heads? Mum almost had a heart attack when she walked in on that. She was forever grateful he’d only gotten around to doing us three boys. She might have died if we’d made it down to Daph or El…” he is laughing heartily around his scotch glass at the memory.

“Remember it?!?” you pipe up, “of course I do! Don't you remember you were trying to push me in front of your sisters in Ant’s barber line? You seemed concerned to ensure I either got rid of or never got them in the first place; I don't remember which,” you laugh, an ache of fond nostalgia in your chest at little Benedict.

“Well, of course, I’ve always looked out for you,” he rolls his eyes as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You smile a genuinely warm smile at him. He's been a wonderful person in your life for as long as you can remember.

“But you’ve always looked out for me too. I remember you brought me a Malteser every day when I was sick with the mumps.”

“I did?!” your voice incredulous; you do not remember doing so.

“Yes, and I've never forgotten it,” he voices sincerely before he takes a draw of his drink. “But then there is so much about you that is unforgettable, isn't there?” he adds, looking at you with an intensity you don't know what to do with.

“Stop it,” you answer bashfully, embarrassed to meet his gaze, staring beyond his shoulder at the snow falling heavily and sticking to the window in fluffy clumps. “And if we’re on this flattery train, what about you? You think I don’t know it’s been you sending me an ‘anonymous’ rose every single Valentine's Day?”

He gapes at you in surprise. “Wait, how did you know it’s from me?’”

“You are the sweetest person I know. It could never be anyone but you, Ben.” You shrug as if the answer is obvious, “and I know it was never out of pity for the times I’m single because you sent one those years I was with Dan, which used to make him so mad, by the way, and when I was with Julian and Paul….”

“Urgh, Dan deserved to be mad,” his tone dismissive, and his face ticked, “I always hated him.”

“You hated everyone I dated, that you met anyway,” you point out, that fact just dawning on your as you speak it.

“But him the most,” he grouses with a sour expression.

“Why?”

“‘Cos he got the closest to marrying you. And I really didn’t want to have to do that whole stand-up in church and object thing. But, by god, I would have.”

His powerful words stun you; you had no idea how deep his feelings on the subject ran.

“Y… you would?” you stutter.

His eyes are so intense now. Even as he takes a swig, he doesn't look away. “He was not worthy of you,” he declares, slow and deliberate, enunciating each word crisply.

“So, who is?” you ask quietly as you take a sip, the question echoing hollowly in your glass.

“I haven't met anyone yet,” he notes with finality.

You had no idea he had judged every single one of your boyfriends and, what’s more, found all of them to be somehow lacking. In hindsight, he was correct, but he never said anything to you at the time, and you can't decide if you want to hold that against him. It might have saved you a lot of heartache and possibly a lot of money.

“Well, if you meet someone that has the Benedict seal of approval, you’ll be sure to send them my way, yeah?” you volley, your voice light.

He breaks into a smile that makes something flutter strong in your ribcage.

“Certainly. I hope you don't mind waiting until possibly your eighties for me to find a worthy suitor,” he jokes.

“Oh god, really?” you groan, “but I can’t not have sex until then,” you lament and kick your legs out as if in a fit of pique.

“Oh, you can have all the sex you want,” he lobbies back, waving his hand dismissively, “you just can’t fall in love,” his eyes twinkle with mischief you’ve always found beguiling.

“Duly noted,” you giggle.

There is a beat where you just look at each other with a shared fondness that makes your heart ache a little—perhaps under different circumstances, he could be the one person worthy of you, as he puts it.

“Well, that is the last log on the fire dying down. I'm not going out in that damn snow to fetch more, so I think the safest thing to do is get under the covers before it gets too cold in here.” he opines.

“Ben, it's 10:30 pm… really?” you whine, “are you really going to bed already, grandpa?” but as you complain, you stifle a yawn.

“Haha, I saw that yawn!” he retorts triumphantly, “and I've got news for you, missy. You are going to bed too.” He grabs both of your hands and easily hauls you off the sofa.

“Why?!?” you scoff but are secretly enthralled when he rounds behind you, his sizable hands landing warm on your hips and propelling you towards the bedroom area.

“Because I’m not having you crawl under the covers later bringing in all that cold air with you, nope, no thank you, not happening,” he chimes over your shoulder.

“So I have to go to bed now?!” you throw your hands up in the air, but he keeps propelling you forward.

“Yup,” he grins, popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously.

You capitulate with a weary sigh. “Urghhh, fine. But I will be up reading for a few more hours, so I hope you can sleep with the light on.”

“Fine with me,” he chuckles, herding you towards the bed. “I once slept in your dorm room when your flatmate was having a full-on dance party. I think I can sleep through your reading.”

You collapse onto the bed giggling at that memory, tugging off your shoes and socks but nothing else as he does the same. He pulls the covers back, and you both settle under, still in your fleecy jumpers. Without your socks, however, your feet feel freezing, and with a wicked grin, you cook up a solution.

“Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with your feet?!? Why are they so cold!!” he exclaims as your toes wrap around his exposed ankle.

He twists to try and get away from you, but your feet chase him under the covers, you laughing, him shrieking.

“My hands are cold too,” you chortle, clamping them onto his surprisingly muscular forearm.

He squeals in the most undignified manner, trying to shake your grip, but you just limpet on harder, giggling in that way only tipsy people do.

There is the most delightful resulting tussle, him trying to wrestle your hands and feet away as you try your damndest to keep them on him—the duvet entwining around all of your limbs.

You end up with his weight and warmth partially on top of you, pinning you down, him triumphantly ensnaring your wrists and holding your hands firmly onto the pillow. Your joint heavy breathing and giggles slowly die out as you stare at each other. Your faces have never been so close before. You have no doubt your pupils are as blown as his, and you are certain that he can feel the racing heartbeat at your wrists where he pins you down. His breath is warm on your cheek.

After a few silent moments, his gaze drops to your mouth; he suddenly mutters an apology and starts to pull away.

As if in slow motion, you push up and press your lips to his. You are not thinking at all, just going with your instinct. His lips are warm and plush, and you want more. So much more.

You feel the moment his whole body freezes; he is stunned in the truest sense of the word.

You pull back quickly, sinking into the pillow under him.

“Oh god. I’m so, so sorry,” you whisper, mortified, “please forgive me, I….”

Your words die out as he makes a noise you’ve never heard before. It seems to come from deep inside him, making every hair on your body stand on end.

Then he is on you. Closing the gap between you and capturing your lips with a passion that steals your breath and thoughts. He is kissing so hard, so quickly, you feel lightheaded, pressing you into the mattress under his body. His lips open over yours, his tongue teasing against your lips. He tastes of toothpaste, traces of whiskey and something that is all him, and you flood your underwear; there's also a noise from your throat that doesn’t sound human. He kisses like a storm, hot and electric, and you want to drown in him.

Suddenly his hands are everywhere, and so yours follow suit. It’s a desperate clambering of wanting more. Before you can completely acknowledge it, his hands are questing under your jumper, squeezing your waist, sliding up and over your bra, and tweaking a nipple as his tongue parries with yours.

“Please, please take this off,” he implores passionately into your mouth, tugging at your top. His voice, this close and breathless, is lethal. He is everywhere, surrounding and covering you, and your focus narrows to just him as he sits up to peel off his jumper and t-shirt together, exposing his torso. You freeze. Your arms crossed, halfway through taking off yours.

“Fucking hell,” you exhale before you can stop yourself.

You figured Benedict would be in shape from the feel of his body when you hug, but you haven't seen him shirtless in a long time, and just how much in shape he is, is a revelation. He smiles demurely at your outburst, which makes you want him even more if that were possible.

“Take yours off,” he sounds impatient, and you realise you are still frozen in the same position. You quickly whip yours over your head; his responding noise is your new favourite sound. You feel so grateful you only brought nice underwear on this trip; your lacy bra appears to work for him.

“The knickers match,” you murmur, revelling in the flash in his eye.

You grab his hand and move it to the drawstring on your pyjamas. His long slender fingers pluck the bow tied there; his gaze is on your face the whole time, his kiss-damp lips glowing softly in the low light. You breathe deeply and can’t look away from his captivating face. When the string relents, he winks. Rather than pull them down, his hand quests inside and between your legs.

You gasp and buck up off the pillow as warm, strong fingers press on your clit through the lacy fabric. You know he can feel your heat, just how wet the material is.

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he rumbles low and sinful as his fingers tease a circle over your clit. “Although this seems unreal - I half assume I’m going to wake up in a minute with my hand wrapped around my cock, alone.”

Hearing him say the word cock makes you moan. He licks his lips, and his fingers curl firmer on you.

“Tell me this is real; I’m not dreaming again,” he pleads fervently, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing your air. He is achingly beautiful this close up, his eyes just a thin ring blazing around dark inky pupils staring into your depths. This man has always been able to make you feel seen, but this close, this intense, it feels like he’s peering into your soul.

“You’re not dreaming, Ben,” you reply shakily, trying not to lose all composure at what the word ‘again’ might imply as he gradually tortures you with unhurried, steady movements.

He is watching your face, so closely observing, cataloguing your micro-expressions. His fingers move, spidering along the lace trim before pushing under the fabric this time, sliding down through your trimmed pubic hair and into your naked, soaked folds.

“Ben!” You call out, grasping that strong forearm again, biting your lip and staring into his fiery gaze.

“What do you need?” he questions. It’s the first time anyone has ever asked you that in bed.

“You,” you reply honestly.

“You have me, 110% you have me,” he asserts in a tone that melts something in your chest. “As if you don't know it, you’ve had me for many years,” he admits as his hand slides lower. You cry out as he pushes two fingers just a fraction inside you.

“Fuck, you are on fire,” he exclaims, a shaky exhale across your lips.

“Only for you,” you answer, knowing you’ve never been this turned on before in your life.

He growls, actually growls. And then his lips are back on yours in the most potent kiss yet. You pulse around him and groan into his mouth as he sinks his fingers deeper. When the kiss ends, you glance down your body, seeing the stiff peaks of your nipples poking insistently through the lace and his sinewy forearm buried into your pyjama bottoms.

“Do you like what you see?” his voice a velvety tease.

“I’d like it even more if we were naked,” you respond honestly.

He chuckles at that, and his lips descend, dropping light kisses down your neck as his fingers tease you, surging in and out of your body so achingly slow. His thumb rests on your clit, a little nudge of pressure every time his fingers rock into your channel.

“I need to make you come like I need air,” he confesses, his voice resonant, his warm breath skittering over the sensitive skin of your throat. It’s the hottest thing you've ever heard.

“Please do…” it’s a quiet plea.

You feel the curve of his cheek as he smiles, and the fingers inside you flex.

“I suppose if you’d like to be more naked, then I’d better strip you down first,” he remarks, gently withdrawing his fingers.

Warm hands hook into your underwear, and he scooches away, pulling them down your legs, taking your PJs with them. Suddenly, the image that flashed in your mind earlier becomes a reality, his stubbly chin grazing your belly as he crawls back over you.

“You look amazing,” he sighs over your belly button and leans his forehead on your stomach as he takes a deep breath. “You smell it too.”

He runs his nose and lips over your skin as he surges up and nuzzles your bra, pleading with his eyes for you to remove it as he pulls the straps down over your arms, kissing along the lacy cup edge.

When his lips wrap around one of your nipples, you grab his hair and push up against him, the swoop of sensation in your belly like riding a rollercoaster, the thrill tingling along the back of your scalp.

He moves to lay beside you, and you watch the duvet move as he strips off his bottoms under it. Suddenly there is a thick wave of body heat as he rolls next to you; you feel something sizeable and solid brand your hip.

“Oh, Ben,” slips out on instinct, but he stops your questing hand.

“Not yet,” he shakes his head and smirks at your corresponding pout. “When you have come, preferably screaming, then you can touch my cock. Okay?”

You physically feel the shiver down your spine at that line. Who even says things like that?

He smiles against your temple as he slips his fingers back into you, and you moan at the sensation. He curls his body around you, legs twining around your right one to hold you open. That cock is still rigid on your hip; it feels sizeable and delicious.

“Tell me what you like,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing a circle over your clit his fingers stroking in a come hither motion.

“This… exactly what you are doing,” you reply breathlessly, “just please don't stop and maybe go a little harder?” you request timidly.

He smirks and pushes his fingers deeper; his motions get stronger and faster. You close your eyes and nod, licking your lips.

“Yes, that oh god Ben, thattttt,” you stumble as his magical fingers spiral you higher.

When they jab a spot inside, a bloom of pleasure hits you, and your eyes fly open, going wide.

“Oh, that’s the spot,” he preens, redoubling his efforts as you start to pant loudly, clinging to his arm and whining his name—the hot and intense pleasure building remarkably fast.

“That’s it come on,” he encourages, whispering into your hairline right above your ear; his tone is both soothing and achingly filthy.

“Ben… I,” your words morph into needy noises, drunk on the sensations rippling through your body, fanning out from his fingers buried inside you.

“Yes, yes,” he hisses, “you’re close now; I can feel it. Look at me,” he orders.

And you do. Mouth hanging open, squirming on his fingers, feeling something primal washing over you. His eyes burn into yours.

“Don’t fight it,” he warns.

It's almost like permission; you feel something inside you give way. You scream loudly as a tide of orgasm washes over you. Blood rushes in your ears, and you feel his leg bear down over the apex of your thigh, holding your pelvis onto the bed as you cry and convulse. Your body fights his fingers, trying to push them out as your whole channel clenches in strong waves.

After a few moments of deep breaths, you open your eyes, and he kisses your cheek, then your lips.

“Wow… that was…. absolutely amazing,” he confides, kissing more. “And it's a damn good thing no one can hear us here. You scream like a horror movie queen, and I mean that with all the very best compliments.”

You laugh a little abashed and bury your face into his armpit, loving the smell of his deodorant and just him.

“Your turn,” you mumble, deciding to be bold and snake a hand down your side to grab his cock at your hip.

It’s large and thick enough your fingers don’t quite meet when you wrap around it. It makes your insides melt at the thought of how it would feel sliding into you. He makes the neediest huffing noises as you twist onto your side to face him and begin an unhurried rhythm, watching that pretty cock twitch in your hand.

You tease him with a gentle twisting motion, squeezing a little as you reach his head, swiping a thumb over the bead of precum that appears, gently massaging his frenulum as he lets out a faint moan. His hand covers yours, stilling your movements.

“This is so wonderful, but I need you to stop if you want sex. Do you want to… have sex?” he asks so demurely your heart clenches.

“Yes, Ben, please,” you whisper.

“I didn't bring any condoms with me,” he says quietly, “I didn't think I’d meet another soul up here, let alone well…” he trails off, pitching forward, so his lips are warm on your cheek.

“I didn't either, but I'm on the Pill,” you shrug. You've never had first-time sex without a condom, but this man isn't a stranger; he's a lifelong friend, and you trust him with your life.

“I know,” he says softly, kissing your nose.

“Wait, how do you know that?” your brow knitting lightly.

“I know everything about you,” he asserts against your skin, staring into your eyes. “How you take your tea - English breakfast before 2pm, Earl Grey after, both with milk and one sugar. I know how the tip of your tongue here,” he softly trails his nose over the corner of your mouth, “sticks out of your mouth when you type on your laptop. I know you always loop your glasses into the neckline of your top,” a finger tracing gently over the swell of your breast, “and somehow always forget they are there and have a ten-second panic every time.” He laughs gently. “I even know how you prefer plain Hobnobs over chocolate; I have no idea why, and you are so wrong on that, by the way,” he shoots you a devastating lopsided grin. “And I know you are on the Pill because I've watched you take them religiously for years; when I stay at yours, and you make coffee in the morning, it’s the first thing you take before your multivitamin.”

His casual recounting of so many little, human things that make you, you, astounds you. This man knows you better than you know yourself, and you get a weird swooping sensation in your chest. Of elation that you've finally figured it out, he might just be the one - your human, but also a crushing regret you haven't done so sooner. You could have been doing this, intimately entwined with this wonderful, thoughtful, sensitive, handsome man, for so many years.

Not wanting to waste any more opportunity and so very desperate to have him inside you, you use all your strength to roll him onto his back and climb on top. Surprised and aroused, he looks up at you devotedly, his pupils blown wide.

Silently and without breaking eye contact, you reach between your bodies, line up his weeping beautiful cock, and sink onto him without another thought. The needy noise he makes is like poetry.

He feels perfect, and you close your eyes to revel in being stretched around him, a solid hot presence filling you up and holding you so open. Just the perfect length and girth for you, almost like his cock was made for you.

Warm hands grasp your hips, and your eyes fly open and look down at him, his expression pleading with you to move. Gradually you rise up, then drop down just once, savouring the sensations as he drags against your walls.

“You feel perfect,” he groans “please….”

You know what he is asking, begging for - more. Something in you wants to draw this out, go so achingly slow both of you get mindless. Luxuriate in this carnal, sensual meeting.

“Talk to me,” you implore, starting a leisurely pace.

“What about?” you watch him glance down between your bodies, watching his cock disappear into you as you sink down.

“Talk to me, Ben,” you repeat but pointedly, grabbing his chin to look at you and raising an eyebrow.

There's a lightbulb of understanding behind his eyes, and that killer crooked smile spreads across his face.

“You like my voice, don't you?” he says, pitched low, and you bite your lip, grabbing his hands as leverage for your movements.

“Yes,” you admit quietly, gasping as the pleasure grows between your legs just as he says those few words.

“I know,” he smirks, “I’ve known for years.”

You look at him in surprise. “Wait, how?” you breathe, disbelieving.

He grabs your shoulders and pulls you down on top of him: so much heat and warm flesh.

“I have noticed your pupils dilate every time I drop my voice just like this,” he murmurs low and sinful into your ear. “The temptation to say so many dirty things has been so strong. God, I love it when you are aroused, and you think you can hide it. I knew you were getting wet; it would take all my willpower not to grab and kiss you senselessly. Especially those days when you are only in a little floaty skirt, I could actually smell it. Delicious and sweet and so fucking sexy. That little squirm you would do. How you move your body is fucking sinful. And now I get to enjoy it. You riding me like this. Fuck, if this isn't every fantasy I've ever had coming true.”

By the time his filthy soliloquy is done, you are panting hard, not from the exertion as you rock on him but the way he has pushed you so close to orgasm with so little effort - just his voice and words.

“Ben,” you shudder, “I….” words fail as you feel your body flush.

“I can feel you are fluttering. Are you going to come so soon?” he exhales, impressed. “Oh god, please, please do it,” he urges. “I need to feel it.”

You sit up and reach down to touch your clit, and he swears at the sight. You are tipping over the edge, stilling your movement as you sit with him at your hilt and clench around him. He feels impossibly huge inside you, twitching and pulsing.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” he groans long and loud, clenching his teeth. You know he is also fighting the urge to come, wanting this to last much longer.

Greedy for more, for another stronger climax, you go to move again, but he stops you.

“Please don't move, not yet,” he pleads, grabbing your hips and quelling your movement. “I need… a few moments, please.”

You smile down at him indulgently and link your hands again, bringing the back of his hand to your mouth and kissing it delicately. Then to be a tease, you envelop his middle finger in your mouth, running your tongue over it, tasting his tangy skin. He growls as you add his pointer finger and suck hard, staring down at him heatedly.

“This isn't really helping,” he warns reluctantly with a playful pout.

You let his fingers slip out of your mouth and guide his hand to your breasts, pressing his now-damp fingers against your nipple. He enthusiastically grips your flesh, and you throw your head back and moan as he teases your sensitive buds, pinching them between his fingertips. You gyrate your hips, dragging his tip against your cervix.

There is another growl, and suddenly you are tipped over onto the mattress, him still buried inside you. He grabs your legs and loops his arms under them, pulling your body so open under him.

“Hold onto me… twine your arms around me,” he instructs.

You do, fingers digging into his smooth, muscular torso. Panting in anticipation; at the feel of him holding you down, his pelvis crushed against your engorged clit.

He begins to move, and you can't help but make noises; he just overwhelms all your senses. His kisses, his skin, his arms, your legs held high and wide. He is almost delicate in his motion, but you can tell he is holding back.

“Don't be too gentle, Ben,” you beg, bringing one hand up to cup his jaw and running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Please just fuck me.”

His mouth captures your thumb, and you gasp as he spears into you hard. You hiss your approval as he crowds over you to kiss you fiercely. Then everything is a haze as your mind switches off, and you are rooted in your body, chasing sensation as he takes you hard. He feels so hot and rigid, pounding into you as you lay under him, pinned and almost helpless to this onslaught but wanting nothing more than being right where you are. For a first time together, it’s not awkward or timid; it's exciting and mindblowing but somehow still safe, knowing you can trust him with everything, including your body.

Between kisses, there are whispered encouragements against lips and hands grasping so tight to each other as movements become more frantic and fast. He is hitting your clit on each stroke and panting, so present in the moment, eyes boring into yours. You know he is so close, hanging by a thread when he screws his eyes shut and pleads with you to come with him. A few more strokes and it is happening, your orgasm hitting you hard and breaking over your body in waves, fanning out from your core as you clench around him, making your muscles spasm and your toes curl. You feel him coming hard, too, a warm bloom inside you as he jerks a few heavy thrusts, then stills, mouth open over yours and huffing gulps of air as he twitches.

After a few moments of deep breaths and slumped limbs, he pulls his face up to kiss you tenderly.

“Wow,” he breathes, and you giggle and nod your head. “Why haven't we been doing that for the last god knows how many years?” he shakes his head, his voice a little ragged and rough-edged.

“I don't know, but we should be doing a lot more of it,” you respond brightly, “make up for lost time?”

He laughs warmly and agrees, taking his weight off you and rolling and rearranging your bodies so you are both on your sides, facing each other, hands laced together, noses touching. And that is how you fall asleep.

—

You awaken to dazzling sunlight streaming in, reflecting off all the snow. You wince against the brightness and clamp your eyes shut, burrowing back into Benedict. You feel surrounded, in the best sense of the word. He is a warm solid presence behind your back, an arm slung around the dip of your waist, a hand curled around your breast, legs entangled, downy hair tickling your calves. And best of all, a hard cock nestles the back of your thighs. You flex your hips and shuffle until his tip is poised right at your entrance. He stirs, and there is a hot exhale on the back of your neck.

“Get inside me, please,” you petition quietly, voice scratchy from sleep.

Wordlessly, he rolls his hips, surging into your body in one swift stroke. You moan so loudly that he huffs a laugh, then stills, buried inside you.

“Now go back to sleep,” he grumbles affectionately, arm pulling you into him tighter, your whole body flush to his, curling his legs up so you are almost in the fetal position.

“Like this?!” your tone incredulous, as his fingernails trace an idle ellipsis around your areola.

“Mmm hmmm,” his hum vibrates into your spine.

“Bennnn…” you protest, clenching around him, so he groans deeply.

“I promise to fuck you so hard you forget your name… later, if you let me sleep just a little more,” he proposes, nuzzling your hair.

What a lovely thought. You lay still in his arms for a few minutes, but his cock holding you open is far too distracting.

“Bennn…” you try again.

“Shhhhh…” he reacts, but you can tell he's not sleepy anymore; there is a smile on the nape of your neck.

“You feel too good; I can’t sleep,” you whine, slightly petulant.

“You’re not even trying,” he chuckles richly.

“You can't do this to me,” you wheedle, your breath hitching triumphantly as he tilts his pelvis and slips a fraction deeper.

“If I fuck you right now, will you stop complaining?” his tone laced with amusement.

“Hmmm, maybe,” you shoot back, twisting to glance at him over your shoulder, seeing his eyes dancing with mirth.

Your lips meet, and it's a breathy passionate kiss, all open mouths and tongues, teasing each other and fighting for dominance.

As your mouths dance, he starts to move at a languid pace, just rocking into your body gently, and it’s the best wake-up you have ever had. You cover his hand on your breast, and he intuits what you are asking, squeezing the swell, your nipple snagged between his middle and pointer finger. You break the kiss, and his teeth gently skim the cord on your neck as he speeds up a little.

“Will you wake me up like this every day, please?” you sigh, not thinking about the implications of your words, just drunk on the sensation.

“Happily,” he rumbles and spears a little stronger, making you call out his name.

“The sound I really want to wake up to though….” his voice teasing and low. “is this one…” and his hand slips from your breast to between your legs.

You moan and writhe in his strong hold, little sparks of pleasure firing where he touches.

“That’s it, that’s the sound,” he encourages as you both move together in sync.

It’s a wonderfully sensual experience, growing in intensity until he rolls you over onto your front, still inside you, fucking into you from behind, covering your entire body with his. His hand is trapped between your body and the mattress while teasing your clit.

“Oh god, Ben,” you cry as he seems to slide deeper than ever, your thigh trapped shut together, his legs bracketing yours, using all his effort to drive into you, the tone shifting from languid to vigorous. You’ve never been taken in this position before, and at this angle, he is hitting all the right spots inside you to make your eyes roll back and bite the pillow.

It hurtles you fast, beginning to pant raggedly, and you urge him on, asking for more and harder, and he obliges, thrusting so strong your whole body rolls and the bed squeaks loudly in protest. Your voice becomes one long moaning sound; you are pushing back onto his cock as much as possible, a chorus of please don't stop as he drives you fast towards a climax. His body is bowed, breathing hot puffs of air across your upper back, with an occasional kiss, his lips soft and wet.

He holds you on a precipice for a moment; you crane to look back at his face pleadingly; his expression is wild and so gorgeous it catches your breath.

“You are magnificent,” he rasps against your skin.

Then the hand not on your clit suddenly spanks your butt cheek while his teeth sink into the top of your trapezius muscle, pushing you over the edge, calling his name as you pulsate hard around him. Him grunting and thrusting deeper, fighting your clenching muscles. Then he stills, and every muscle tenses as he empties into your body, almost shaking from the intensity.

He collapses onto your back, breathing in wracked sounds.

“Fucking hell,” you both say almost in unison, then giggle at your matching assessment of the experience.

He pulls out of you reluctantly and flops down onto the mattress to your left, wrapping an arm around you and manoeuvring so are the little spoon once again.

“That was intense,” he voices, and you make a noise of agreement, lacing your fingers with his and holding your joined hands up, watching his fingers sink between yours and curve over, his fingertips resting on your palm.

“We are awesome at sex,” you opine. Benedict chuckles at that, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “And you know what that means?”

“What?” his tone lilting.

“We just have to keep doing it all the time,” you observe with a mock, burdened sigh.

“What a terrible hardship for us,” he concurs with an ironic laugh, nuzzling your neck with a grin on his face. __

Half an hour later, you have showered together - which proved almost as distracting as morning sex until the hot water tank ran out, and you jumped out squealing as the water turned ice cold - and are now leisurely making brunch. You both only wear towelling robes you stole from your Glasgow hotel room, the fireplace roaring again. You agree to go for a walk in the snow later, neither of you mentioning booking your flight home.

“Wait, why is this sofa so bloody uncomfortable” you bemoan, taking a sip of coffee and flicking idly through a book you took from a shelf. “I don't remember it being this bad last night,” you ponder aloud.

“Well, you had had a couple of whiskeys by then,” Benedict points out as he cooks an amazing-smelling breakfast a few feet away in the kitchenette.

“True, but honestly, what is going on with it?” you grumble, putting the book aside, not yet sufficiently caffeinated.

“Sofa beds tend not to be comfortable. As either a sofa or a bed,” he rattles out, flipping a slice of bacon in the pan.

You grind to a halt in your efforts to get comfy.

“Sofa bed…?” You echo out loud.

He suddenly freezes and realises what he has admitted.

“Benedict bloody Bridgerton!!” you exclaim loudly, standing up, “did you trick me into sharing your bed?!?”

He turns around slowly, knowing he is foiled and pulls a sheepish face.

“Yeahhhh, a lil bit…” he admits as you gape at him, attempting his most winning remorseful smile. “But, in my defence…” he adds, waving the spatula, “you are the one who kissed me first. I just stacked the deck; you drew the first card.”

He expertly swerves the cushion you throw at him before flicking off the stove and pushing aside the pan.

“Right…” he charges at you as you squeal.

He corners you with ease in the compact space and throws you over his shoulder.

“We are using this stupid sofa bed right now,” he instructs and, rather attractively, casually flicks a handle on the side with his foot to open it. He practically throws you onto the (admitted thin, rather uncomfortable) bed and tugs open your robe, snaking his way down your body and throwing your legs over his shoulder, shooting you a molten hot gaze from between your thighs.

You have no arguments with this development. None whatsoever.

—

You return to that tiny cottage every year for that same week as a ritual—a little private anniversary. Sometimes you stay through New Year, just the two of you ringing in the entire festive season.

He buys it for you as a wedding gift, and you cry at the sentimentality of the man buying you the place you first got together. (One thing you do early on - buy a new, comfortable sofa.)

It becomes a haven for your lives together, even when you have to bring cots and camp beds for your children, all sleeping communally in that one room. (You don’t tell them, but all of your children are named after characters in an obscure old book he finds hidden in the rafters when you are renovating while pregnant with your firstborn.)

Nothing brings you more joy than when you can escape to that little cottage in the Highlands. You never tell anyone besides your children where it is—it’s your escape, your sanctuary. The “somewhere only we know,” as Benedict always called it.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Walked into my cousin’s house (he’s a firefighter) to find everyone trying to find out what it means when the firemen say, “A Collyer’s Mansion Situation.” No need to look, I knew it referred to the Collyer Brothers of New York City- the code for fire in a hoarder’s house. The picture above is of the police knocking down their door w/an axe. 

It usually means it’s not safe to enter the building. In 1947, it took police 5 hours to plow thru the junk and find the first brother’s body. It took them 3 weeks to find the 2nd brother just 10 feet away, buried under a collapsed junk tunnel.

History’s worst hoarders, the tragic but fascinating tale of the Collyer brothers can speak to anyone with a penchant for collecting or thrifting. How did 2 prominent members of society end up sealing themselves off from the outside world, fiercely reclusive and entombed by over 140 tons of collected items?

Homer and Langley were both educated at Columbia University. Homer had a degree in law and Langley studied engineering and also became an accomplished concert pianist who performed at Carnegie Hall.

They had a normal childhood. They never married or lived on their own, & chose to remain at the family’s Harlem brownstone with their mother. When their parents died, everything was left to them.. 

In 1933, Homer went blind from eye hemorrhages. His younger brother quit his job to care for him full-time, which is when their withdrawal from society began. Langley began keeping years of newspapers so his brother could read them when his sight was restored.

In the midst of the Great Depression, the brothers became increasingly fearful of their own neighborhood, which was shifting from the upper-class area they had known to an area synonymous with poverty and crime.

People became curious, local kids threw rocks at the windows, increasing their paranoia. Langley boarded up the windows, removed the doorbell and wired the doors shut.

Several people attempted to burgle the home, which prompted Langley to construct booby traps and elaborate tunnel systems made of junk all around the house.

Langley ventured out only after midnight for food runs. He would collect countless unwanted and abandoned items on the street that caught his eye along the way.

When Homer became paralyzed due to rheumatism, the brothers refused to seek medical treatment. Even though their father was a Dr., they didn’t trust them. Instead, they decided to use their fathers medical library in the house.

Langley believed his brother’s sight could be restored with a diet high in vitamin C so he fed Homer 100 oranges a week. He adapted a Model T Ford to generate electricity after their power was cut off, along with their water and gas, due to unpaid bills.

When the bank came to evict them, police found Langley in a clearing he had made in the walls of junk. Without a word, he wrote a check for the equivalent of nearly $100,000 today to pay off the mortgage and ordered everyone off the property.

The next time authorities returned, it would be to search for the bodies of the Collyers. To enter the sealed brownstone, an officer broke a window on the second floor and climbed through.

Unable to get past the solid walls of junk, a squad of men began making their way through the debris by throwing out everything blocking their way onto the street. The spectacle drew a crowd of thousands.

After several hours, they found Homer’s body. Medical examiners later determined he had died of starvation and heart disease.

When they couldn’t find Langley, they thought he fled and launched a search. Finally, a workman found his decomposing body. He was buried in one of his 2ft. wide tunnels lined with rusty bed springs and a chest of drawers. He had died of asphyxiation after he accidentally tripped one of the booby traps and was crushed. Police believe that he was bringing food to his brother. 

The house was deemed an unsafe fire hazard and was razed later that month in 1947. Some of their stuff went to museums and the rest was sold at auction.  Since the 1960s, the site of the former Collyer house has been a pocket park, named for them.

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[sweet-3-whispers]

𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ)

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Word Count: 710 or so

Pairing: Miles!1610 x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst(if you spuint), Established relationship

Warnings: Fear of Thunder(?)

The slightly soft sound of rain hitting your window and the trees moving along with the wind helps you calm your body and mind, especially when Spider-Man is right beside you asleep.

Miles came into your apartment a couple hours earlier when the rain hadn't hit yet. Claiming he was tired and missed your bed… and obviously you too. He was currency wrapped around your blankets, face squished onto the pillow and a little drool coming out but you didn’t mind that much, it was kinda cute and it made you realize how tired he was.

A sound of thunder interrupted your thoughts.

You jump at the loud sound outside your window. For some reason you were scared of that sound, afraid all the things it done to people would happen to you one day but when Miles found out of your fear, he promised he would always be there to protect you.

That promise was years ago when you guys were kids and now you are laying in bed, cuddling up with each other, away from that horrible sound.

Even now he kept his promise, always checking the weather before he goes over to your room. And at this point you understand why he comes over on late nights, even if he tries to cover it up by saying he was just tired and your place was closer than his.

It's cute the way he cares about you, the way he is always there for you… most of the time.

Lightning strikes outside your window but not too close to hurt you. The heavy rain doesn't help either, only taunting you going back ‘n forth to light and heavy, oh how you wish it'll just stop so you can finally sleep.

With some people they are about to sleep through anything, however with you, you can't sleep thru the thunder especially if Miles wasn't here with you

You wrapped yourself with your blankets, covering your face as well to try and cover the noises outside, you've even tried listening to music but for some reason it didn't work.

Sitting up on your bed with the blankets covering you like its a cloak, you grabbed your phone, about to call Miles you stopped.

‘What if he’s busy’

You paused for a second.. should you? Maybe you shouldn't, maybe he’s really busy , yk being Spider-Man ‘n stuff.

RIINNGGG

A loud ring was heard from your phone, startling you a little. Upon looking at the screen… Miles’s name popped up

𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠♡ is calling

“...hello?”

“hi-uh are you okay?” the sound of worry was in his voice

“I-i know i'm supposed to be there rn, with you, comforting you but im so sorry, i got caught up with some school work and there was this shooting but i made it on time and for some guy started running away so i had to catch him, i had also had to help this lady walk across the road-”

You can hear it in his voice. Worry and Guilt. The worry of your safety and the guilt of not being right by your side right now.

“Miles, it’s okay… but um are you on your way right now..?” cutting him off on his own rambling, he went silent but you can hear him gasping for air, huffing and puffing. 

“-yeah yeah huff huff i-im almost-”

Suddenly the call was cut off and a loud bang was heard outside your window. Thankfully you were home alone but still cautious about the noise.

A hand was placed on the window, sliding it open. The sight of brown curls eased your nerves, instantly knowing who it was.

You moved closer to the boy helping him up and closing the window behind him.

He slowly walked towards your bed and sat, catching his breath. Raising his head, he looked at you with dazed eyes and mouth slightly gapped.

“huff -hi…” 

Miles moved his hands towards you and gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into a warm embrace

“Im sorry im late, got caught up with ‘traffic’ “

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. You pat him softly, comforting him by saying it's okay, just glad that he’s here now.

“OH SHIT THE FOOD- ”

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sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy!💕

this is kinda rushed cuz I didn't want y'all to wait to long

-apologize for to miss spelled words-

[stylesloveclub]

"sugar daddy h who teases u and makes u beg bc it inflates his ego to see u so desperate to just have him inside of u??? who calls u a dumb little baby bc ur crying over not getting fucked even tho u already came 5 times???" LITERALLY GET OUT OF MY HEAD THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN UR MY CONCEPT TWIN FLAME FR YES LET'S TALK ALWAYS

AND UR THE INSANE ONE hello do not talk about sugar daddy h chokin u so casually... like js on the couch watching a movie and the next thing u know ur in his lap with his mouth on urs and his hand around ur throat so he can control the pace and uh oh ur floating 🤭 OOOOOH OR OR OR when he's taking u shopping and the big scary wearing-all-black security are tailing behind u guys, their arms already filled with different bags, but ur looking thru a window at this pretty pair of earrings with a necklace to match and "s'rlly pretty daddy, don't u think?" and ofc h nods and takes u inside and while ur waiting for a sales associate to attend to u he's got ur back to his chest with one arm wrapped around ur waist and the other around ur neck??? like his bicep is fully lodged under ur chin and he's like eyeing other jewlery he might want to gift u and a friend or family member meanwhile ur literally fucking dying bc HOW TF COULD U NOT???

me thinks... mayhaps... s*ze k*nk rjeunhrgiojri. could u imagine js getting CRUSHED under the weight of all his muscle and softness with his c*ck stuffin u full and keepin u plugged w his c*me and omg somebody stop me (i want him to breed me).

-t*mmy r*ding anon 😵‍💫

daddy h is soooo overwhelming bc he could be so innocent and sweet one sec and then absolutely filthy the next. .... bc like u guys were literally jsut sitting there and then all of a sudden he decides he wants to be kissing u so he just flips u around and sits u on his lap and pulls u to him by the throat and starts kissing u :( like w his tongue in ur mouth and he's biting ur lips and ofc u let out a shocked squeak at first but then u want more bc :( u love kissing him :( but his hand at ur throat is keeping u in check so that he can control the kiss and u lift up ur hands to hold the wrist of the hand choking u .... n it's just him kissing u while u take it and try to keep up and not lose ur breath .... whimpering and trying to get closer but he wont let u and is doing all the work :(

AND HIM JUST CASUALLLLLLYYY WRAPPING AN ARM AROUND UR NECK like ugh he doesn't even realize what it's doing to u but all ur thinking in ur head is how strong and muscular his bigeps are and how u want him to squeeze a lil harder and maybe also start kissing u and how u wouldn't mind it if he started fucking u right here and now but for him he literally is just wrapping an arm arond u :(((

and i feel like u guys already KNOW my weaknesses r ofc like soft dom daddy and ..... s*ze k*nk . like they r my two favs ..... him on top of u and u are so overhwlmed by him like ur holding onto his biceps and ur legs are wrapped around him and he's so big on top of u like his shoulders r so broad he's like covering u w his body and also hes so firm and meaty everywhere but also so soft and gentle and the same time and he's giving u soft kisses on ur face while thrusting into u ;( n daddy h is so into cumming inside of u and pushing it back in and keeping u stuffed :( he also loves cockwarming:( and he likes seeing u stretch around his cock bc hes too big for u :(

[rukia-writes]

If you’re doing any Halloween requests, could you please find it in your heart to do a werewolf Hercules x little Red Riding Hood female reader? Sex please!

Werewolf! Hercules x Little Red Riding Hood! Reader

Plot: a spin on the classic tale. 🐺

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, violence/death , nudity, breeding kink, virginity loss, oral sex, public sex, cussing, I made this long, really long. Please drink and eat while reading.

A/N: Ah, my favorite folk tale. In the spirit of Halloween and my favorite fairy tale, Yes. Also! Portraying Hercules as the wolf was HARD because the man doesn’t have a bad bone in his body, but I had a solution. 😏

Stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers.

The sun was high in the sky on a cool afternoon, and on the path were two teenagers. Brother and sister who had just come from town with a basket of bread, the two had just moved from another village and were new in town.

“Do you think Anne wanted anything else, Jack.”

“If she did, she would have mentioned it.”

Jack, was the eldest and his sister was the youngest. Jack was a calm child who enjoyed reading and wanted to become a writer when he was older. Being the oldest Jack was protective of his younger sister.

“Hey! Wait up!”

The two siblings looked behind them to see another young boy around the same age as Jack run over to them. The sister seemed happy to meet someone new but Jack wanted to keep his promise to Anne and so he quickly and gently grabbed his sister’s wrist and pulling her along.

“Jack! Cut it out!”

“Come on, we are not supposed to talk to strangers.”

Jack was adamant as he once again pulled his sister’s wrist making her walk faster, although the young boy caught up with them.

“Hey! I caught up with you! Are you guys new here?”

“Yes, we just moved from a different village.”

Catching his breath the young boy looked up and smiled at the young girl while her brother was less than pleased.

“Awesome! It’s nice to meet you. My friends call me Hercules, what’s your name?”

“My name is (Name), it’s nice to meet you too.”

The brother found it rude that this stranger named Hercules asked his sister her name while giving her a smile and not paying any attention to him really, and of course his sister innocently told her name.

So much for not talking to strangers.

“Hey, do you want to come play with me and my friends?”

“Sure-“

“We have to be getting home.”

Jack interrupted as he motioned for (Name) to follow him, pouting (Name) followed her brother but that didn’t stop Hercules as he followed them asking questions to which (Name) innocently answered with a smile on her face much to Jack’s dismay and once he heard (Name) laugh from one of Hercules’ jokes Jack sighed. Hercules left on the promise that the two would come play games with him tomorrow.

(Name) promised, Jack had his fingers crossed.

“About time! The sun is setting don’t you know-“

“The wolves come out. Yes, yes.”

Jack and (Name) were hugged tightly by their aunt Anne that had a bit too much to drink. However, both felt like their aunt was more of a mother than their own blood mother. Rushing the two inside as the sun was setting, reminding the two that wolves came out at night and it was time to lock up.

Every night, before bed Jack would read his sister a bedtime story. Rather, the stories he read that day and every time (Name) would fall asleep with Jack following second. Peeking thru the door, Anne always checked on the two and was always happy to see their sleeping faces.

“I’m going to go get water!”

“I’m going with you.”

“Oh, come on! It’s not far off. Plus I can take care of myself. I’m not a child.”

Jack scoffed as he was certain (Name) would get lost and distracted, (Name) told him otherwise. The two argued until Anne told Jack that (Name) was capable of fetching water. Jack sighed and gave up as he returned to his room to read, in his room he heard the door shut followed by leaving the property as Jack watched from the window.

In the forest, (Name) came by a nearby stream to which she filled her bucket. Only to hear “You’re here too?” Looking behind her she saw Hercules with a big grin, to which (Name) happily smiled back. The two talked to each other for awhile, not caring about anything else. Both telling each other where they come from to what they liked.

“Say, why don’t you come play with me and my friends.”

“…Well, I have to take this water back home.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ll carry it for you. I’m sure it’s heavy.”

Hercules picked up the bucket with ease much to (Name)’s joy, finding out that those muscles weren’t just for show. The two walked to (Name)’s house and of course Jack was waiting on the steps. Jack figured Hercules was with his sister and the way the talked to each other Jack had his suspicions.

“Why don’t you come with us, Jack?”

It was an offer Jack couldn’t refuse.

“Got ya!”

While reading underneath a tree Jack looked up from his book to see Hercules carrying his sister over his shoulder, both laughing and having fun time. Jack made a “hmph” sound and went back to reading as Hercules went to find the others. The sun was setting when everyone decided to go home, stretching Jack liked reading underneath the tree and wanted to come back. Once (Name) was by his side, the two talked for a bit until Hercules waved bye to both Jack and (Name) but mainly to (Name).

Rolling his eyes Jack was finding Hercules to be “a little flirt” but while rolling his eyes he didn’t notice Hercules give (Name) a little wink making Castor who was beside Hercules the whole time snicker. (Name) smiled back at Hercules while feeling a bit of excitement in her heart, as she remembered what Hercules told her as they played earlier that day.

It was late at night, the forest seemed dark and absolutely frightening.

However, at the edge of the forest was a campfire by a small lake. Around it were some familiar faces, and some were new. Sitting down on the ground with his chin resting on his right hand looking bored as the others goofed around, all were waiting for the new girl to show up.

“Hercules! Where is this girl you spoke of? Did you tell her to meet us tonight?”

Hercules’ brother which people called Ares teased him seeing as how Hercules wasn’t his cheerful self, adding in another brother of Hercules decided to tease.

“I bet the girl doesn’t exist, and Hercules was just pulling our leg.”

“She’ll be here, Hermes.”

Firing back at his brother Hermes only made the brother smirk while shrugging his shoulders, and deciding not to wait the group decided to play hide and seek in the woods. It was a favorite game they liked to play better than in the daytime. Pouting, Hercules stood up as Castor patted him on the back knowing his friend was disappointed. Only for both to hear “I’m here!” Hercules knew that voice anywhere as he looked behind him to see (Name) running towards them with a wearing a red hood.

“She’s here!”

“…She’s hot.”

“She’s not imaginary.”

Quickly punching both his brothers in the back for their comments, Ares receiving a harsher punch, before running towards (Name) and hugging her innocently. (Name) could tell Hercules wanted to see her by how tight he hugged her, feeling shy (Name) quietly greeted Hercules. Complimenting (Name) on her red hood only made the girl’s heart beat faster, even if Hercules was just giving a compliment only for his brothers to show up.

Both were interested in meeting (Name) as they introduced themselves, Castor walked over wondering if the game was still on. All of them agreed, after explaining the rules of the game which was the same, except in order to be safe was to return to the lake without being caught.

“I’ll hide with you, (Name).”

“Hm, oh. That’s nice of you Ares. Where is your hiding spot?”

Blushing Ares simply told her to follow him as the others scattered as Hermes was the seeker, which meant your chance of being caught was almost guaranteed. Hermes, was too good at the game. On the other hand, Hercules, while going to his hiding spot found Ares and (Name) hiding together displeasing. However, Hercules didn’t say anything and went to his hiding spot. As the night went on, (Name) had fun as Hermes was able to find everyone with ease and so the game continued until late in the night.

“What do you mean you lost her?!”

Hercules and Hermes stopped their game of hide and seek as Ares was freaking out that he couldn’t find (Name). The two were hiding together, still, but when he turned around to her she was no where to be found. Hercules felt all the blood in his system drop, especially when he and everyone heard a wolf howl.

“Well, let’s not stand here.”

Hermes calmly told everyone as he wanted everyone to split up and look for (Name). Rather, (Name) wasn’t far, once again distracted by four sweet baby wolves. Rather playful, they had led (Name) astray from the group and now the pups seem to be enjoying (Name)’s company. (Name) only realized how deep she was in the forest when she heard a wolf howl, and it sounded awfully close. Saying good bye to the pups (Name) tried to leave but the pups wouldn’t let her as they still wanted to play, a minute passed and then few minutes passed (Name) played with the pups until she heard a rustle in the bushes.

The pups hid behind (Name) as she wished she had someone to hide behind, it wasn’t necessary as she was tackled by a strong person sending her to the ground that wrapped her in her arms tightly.

“(Name)! Thank goodness I found you!”

(Name) knew it was Hercules by the tight hug itself, his voice was a confirmation, however she wasn’t expecting Hercules to be worried about her. Even as the two stood up Hercules wouldn’t let go of her, it was only when (Name) asked “what’s the fuss about?” That was when Hercules released (Name) while blushing a bit, embarrassed by his actions only to see the wolf pups wanting to play. Putting the two together Hercules figured it out, repeatedly poking her in the forehead and scolding her for getting distracted and wandering off.

“Everyone was worried about you, you know.”

“Ok-okay, I hear you.”

The two walked back to camp together hand in hand, so (Name) wouldn’t get distracted this time and wander off. However, before they left Hercules found the pups to be adorable and understood why (Name) wandered off. Plus, he was sure the mother wasn’t far off. At camp, the group was over joyed to know Hercules found (Name) and decided to go home as it was late. For the next few days, the group decided to meet at night for games and stories.

Jack had no idea about it.

One night, (Name) had arrived to a sight she was expecting. Everyone was currently taking their clothes off, ready to go skinny dipping. No one told (Name) about this and the surprise was evident on her face. The first one in was Ares followed by Hermes and then Hercules with the others joining in, (Name) was last in the cold water and the most shy.

However, that feeling went away with time as everyone played games such as Marco Polo, but a new game was now being played.

Truth or dare.

(Name) was fairly neutral about the game and as everyone played it was becoming fun knowing her friends secret. When it was finally Ares turn was he wondered what he would ask, well there was a question he did want to ask a certain someone.

“Hercules, truth or dare?”

Surprised Hercules fumbled over his words until he picked truth in a confident manner, thinking to himself he wouldn’t get any “hard” questions if he chose truth, Hermes was quick to point this out as he whispered “he thought he did something.”

“Truth.”

“…Is it true you find (Name) attractive? Hot?”

Everyone was at full attention now as Hercules was a mixture of shock and nervous as he looked at (Name) who was smiling innocently and then back at his brother was smiling confidently now. Hermes was enjoying it all as he wanted to know Hercules answer.

“What kind of question is that?! Why are you asking me this?!”

“Answer the question, brother.”

Hermes added in slyly making Hercules red in the face from embarrassment as everyone chanted “answer the question.” Scratching his head Hercules wanted someone to get him out this situation but there was no way out.

“….I mean..yeah. (Name) is very attractive and sweet and .. I-any would guy would be lucky to have her.”

Twiddling his thumbs while looking them and shyly answering Ares question, everyone was quiet for awhile until they broke out in a song:

Hercules and (NAME)

Sitting in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

First comes love

Then comes marriage

Then comes-

“There’s a fucking snake!”

The lake was now in chaos as someone yelled out there was a snake and everyone quickly left the lake in a hurry. Ares, even in his frantic rush out the lake noticed Hercules help (Name) out lake and covering her up with red hood. Hercules did walk (Name) home the whole time his face was still a dark red but when (Name) told him bye with a smile he seemed to have calmed down a bit.

In the morning, Hermes found Hercules putting Ares in a headlock at home. No doubt, Hercules wanted to teach his brother a lesson. Hermes didn’t help as he simply went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Years went by and now the group of teenagers no longer played games. Now, most of the boys were grown and were in the vanguard protecting the village. The girls had grown into other profession, some worked journalists, some with cooking, and some even did woodworking. (Name) had her own bakery and both siblings were increasingly popular in town, however Jack lived on his own.

Anne cried for three days when Jack left, even though he still lived in town.

It was early in the morning, Jack and (Name) were making their way in town as Jack talked about an idea he had for a book he wanted to publish. Except this time, this village was in chaos as women were doing their best to get their children inside as the men were up in arms.

“What’s going on?”

“Let’s go find out.”

The two made their to the crowd and was informed that a werewolf was on the loose, Jack found this claim to be rather ridiculous but once the two saw the bodies that were stretched out on the ground he considered the possibility. Now the vanguard was on high alert and promised to find this monster.

Monster or no, (Name) just didn’t believe in werewolves.

Years ago, Hercules and the others told of a werewolf that terrorized the village and had an iron grip on them for awhile. While remembering the warnings from years ago, (Name) worked in her bakery and unbeknownst to her someone was already in her workplace and when he saw his opportunity he quickly scooped her up in his arms from hugging her tightly from behind.

“Afternoon! How’s my favorite baker today?!”

(Name) knew that voice anywhere as she happily welcomed Hercules who was taller and muscular than his late teenage years when they met. Once (Name) was placed gently on the ground she turned around to see Hercules giving her his usual bright smile, a smile that always made her heart skip a beat.

“Are you on break?”

“Yes, I heard about what happened in town earlier. We’ve been put on patrol all night.”

Hercules had achieved his goal of being in the town’s vanguard, bringing justice and peace. Hearing a “Here you go.” The handsome guard had a large basket in his face, confused he tilted his head to the side to peek at (Name) who seemed rather shy.

“What’s this for?”

“I made you lunch, I figured you would be hungry-“

Hungry was a good word.

Quickly taking a peek down (Name)’s dress as the top was a square neck line that teased her chest, a quick peek. Grabbing the basket Hercules thanked (Name) for making him lunch and decided to eat at her table. The two talked for a bit until Hercules saw a bunch of customers come up. Hercules noticed most of them were man clients and some flirted with (Name) right in front of him. It was an everyday occurrence and Hercules noticed.

Of course he noticed, (Name) was the prettiest girl in his village.

“(Name), I’ll see you later. Thank you for lunch.”

As to get back at all the flirts Hercules hugged (Name) right infront of them, and even looked at them with a prideful smirk making them frown at Hercules. However, (Name) didn’t seem to mind as she shyly told Hercules to come back any time.

However, once the supposed flirts saw his muscular and tall Hercules was as he exited the bakery they immediately backed off. Later that night Hercules did return to help and just in time as he caught (Name) in his arms as she was trying to get something off the top shelf. In his arms (Name) felt safe as Hercules asked her if she was okay and to which she muttered to herself with “My heart is beating a bit fast.”

The two looked at each other as though they were lovers both leaning into each other until they both heard,

“It’s not gentleman like to have a lady out so late.”

Both quickly looked over their shoulder to see Jack sitting down at the table having a cup of tea with a loaf of bread. (Name) had no idea when Jack made the tea but she admired her brothers dedication.

“My good sir, put my sister down.”

While polite Jack told Hercules to put his sister down as he was still not too fond of Hercules. As a matter of fact, there were a few nights where Jack locked the windows and doors as a precaution. After finding out his sister had been sneaking out, Jack didn’t know where his sister ran off to at night. But he certainly didn’t feel comfortable with her going and he knew Hercules was to blame. Jack and (Name) budded heads a few times but Anne made the two make up.

Once Hercules placed (Name) on the ground gently he asked how Jack was, and Jack simply gave him the minimum. Then Jack proceeded to tell (Name) that he had to talk to her alone. Stressing the alone while looking at Hercules hoping he would get the message, Hercules wasn’t scared of Jack but he didn’t want any conflict and honored Jack’s wishes. Before he left, he whispered to (Name) “…I don’t think your brother likes me.” To which (Name) responded with “I don’t think he likes anyone.” Jack cleared his throat making Hercules sigh as he also told (Name) to lock up and to walk home safely.

Once, Hercules left (Name) told Jack that he was very rude to Hercules only for Jack to tell her that she should be scolding Hercules for coming around her, a lady, so late at night. But of course, he got no response and that was fine with him.

“Anne has fallen ill, we should go to visit her soon.”

“Sure, when would you like to go see her.”

“Tomorrow, at the latest. Pack her up a basket with food and alcohol. She should recover faster that way.”

“What about tea?”

“Yes, that too.”

The two talked for a bit longer as (Name) closed shop, while doing so Jack had the feeling that the two were being watched and once they left the shop Jack was certain that were being watched.

The next morning, Jack told (Name) to hold off on visiting Anne has he received word that people were complaining to the leader of the city Hercules’ father, that their livestock had been ran sacked by the werewolf this time. Jack didn’t like Hercules’ father either as everyone called him Zeus, he was certainly a little arrogant as he only told the townspeople that he was handling it.

Jack was certain that he wasn’t and that he wanted to move to a different town soon.

A week had passed and the townsfolk were getting restless and worried about the situation, however Anne still wasn’t feeling well. Jack told (Name) not to visit just yet but (Name) was worried about Anne and so she went with the basket of goodies while wearing her red cape.

Don’t get lost and don’t talk to strangers, Jack warned.

Of course, Anne’s house was out of town and the journey consisted of walking through the forest. Being there many times before, (Name) felt like it was a simple errand but in the back of her mind there was always a sense of suspense. Telling herself, werewolves are not real and that it was just superstitious.

“(Name)! What are you doing out here?”

Giving a little jump and pulling back her red hood, (Name) knew the man’s voice as it always made her heart skip a beat.

“Good evening, Hercules.”

“Good evening, where are you going? It’s dangerous to be out here.”

“I know I’m just out to give my aunt a basket of goodies, since she’s feeling under the weather.”

Holding the basket for Hercules to look through (Name) innocently telling him where she was going, however (Name) noticed Hercules was a bit different.

“Are you okay? You seem on edge.”

“Yeah, it’s just not safe out and I’m just worried about you. How about I walk you to your house.”

“Ah, not this. Werewolves don’t exist, and I can handle myself. Besides, Anne doesn’t live far away.”

The two went back and forth on the path, Hercules insisted on walking with her and (Name) knew there was no need to worry. Eventually, Hercules blew a heavy sigh and reluctantly agreed. However, before he left he told (Name) to hurry to Anne’s place and that it was still dangerous out.

Even repeating Jack’s warning of not talking to strangers.

Pushing both warnings aside (Name) kept walking until she was close to her destination, thinking to herself along the way Hercules was acting a bit odd. (Name) could only put in the category of “agitation”, not to mention how long his fingernails were becoming. They needed a trim.

“(Name)! Hello!”

Scaring (Name) for a second time she quickly turned around to see a happy Castor, a friend of Hercules. Breathing a sigh of relief smiles and waved back to the gentle and warm Castor. The two talked for a bit before Castor asked if (Name) had seen Hercules and of course (Name) told him that she had just seen him and that he wasn’t far off. Castor seemed relieved at this information and simply asked where (Name) was headed. Innocently enough, (Name) told Castor where she was headed. Castor also warned (Name) to get home safely, and not to stray from the path.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

“Hm? These? Oh, these are for my mother and I got them over there actually.”

Castor pointed to a patch of flowers that weren’t that far off, (Name) smiled as she wanted to give flowers for Anne, who was like a mother to her and Jack. So, that was what she did not paying attention to Castor leaving to go and find Hercules.

Before long, the sun was setting and (Name) had just arrived at Anne’s place. Knocking on the door (Name) heard Anne telling her to come in and that the door was open of course. Walking in and closing the door behind her (Name) noticed Anne was getting up from bed as small curtain separated the two.

“Sorry it took so long. I was a bit distracted, but I got you flowers.”

“How sweet of you, why don’t you join me in here.”

“Sure.”

(Name) found Anne’s voice to be rather off, but simply thought it was Anne’s cold as she walked into the room. The only light were the many candles burning and sitting up in bed was Anne.

“Are those the flowers I smell or is that you that smells amazing.”

“Probably the flowers.”

Sitting the basket down on a nearby table (Name) noticed a musky smell about, however Anne told her to come and sit on the bed. Once (Name) did she noticed Anne didn’t quite look like herself even though Anne told her she was quite tired.

Still.

“Anne, your ears are so big.”

“Big ears? It must be the cold. Well, I suppose I could use them to hear you better with. Now come closer.”

Tension was starting to fill the room as (Name) didn’t quite feel right for some reason, then she looked a bit closer at her beloved mother.

“Anne, what big eyes you have.”

“Big eyes? Why, yes. So I can see you better, now come closer so I can see the pretty flowers you picked for me.”

Noticing the changes so far made (Name) rise up from the bed but Anne quickly pulled her back down with ease by holding down on (Name)’s wrist while smiling a big toothy grin.

“I said, I wanted to see the flowers.”

(Name) felt a sudden rush of fear as she now had really good look at Anne who was truly freighting and not the woman she was raised with.

“But…Anne. Your teeth, their so big.”

“Of course, my sweet (Name). The better to eat you with!”

With that, the house was in chaos as (Name) tried to escape from the intruder as the intruder chased her around the house with quickness as the sun had set and it darkness now ruled the sky. Hiding in the closet and cowering in fear (Name) hoped someone would come and save her. Covering her mouth with her hand to prevent her from screaming (Name) noticed her shirt was ripped and then the sound of heavy footsteps was heard around the house.

“Come out, my sweet (Name). I know you’re here. I can smell you. Don’t you remember…”

The sound of stuff being thrown about was heard as (Name) cowered in fear at the sound and then the sound of whine, as that of a wolf. Now, (Name) believed with certainty as the closet door opened harshly as she looked up at the monster.

A werewolf.

“…I’m the best seeker. Also, didn’t your mother tell you that wolves come out at night.”

The main door opened with a loud crash and in walked in Hercules, and to (Name)’s surprise he too didn’t look like himself. Ears, tail, and eyes like of a wolf, it was made apparent that Castor wasn’t expecting Hercules as he growled at Hercules.

“What are you doing here?! Shouldn’t you be out doing something?”

“I noticed your scent and (Name)’s so I came over. What are you doing here? And why is (Name) scared?”

Hercules already knew what had taken place but was shocked by the actions of his child hood friend, both had been werewolves since birth and both had an attraction with (Name) since they first saw her. But now, both were experiencing their rut and needed relief. Hercules was able to keep his emotions in check whenever (Name) was nearby, Castor could not.

Before long, both were at each other’s throat.

Every passing second the two became more and more wolf like, fur, eyes, movements, sharp teeth and all.

“Werewolves aren’t real.”

As (Name) watched the two werewolves fight, (Name) couldn’t believe her eyes as werewolves were thought to be something out of a fairytale and yet the two beasts were out for blood as they made a hole in the house and continued fighting outside in the backyard. Until, Hercules had Castor by the neck putting him into submission with his mouth.

“You got him! Way to go Hercules!”

(Name) noticed Hercules’ ear twitch when she spoke and found that cute. As the moon was still high in the sky the two werewolves had reverted back to their human forms, Hercules by choice and Castor by submission. Rushing over, (Name) thanked Hercules while hugging his muscular arm. Hercules blushed a bit while asking if (Name) was okay, responding with “Thanks to you.” Hercules smiled down at (Name) who returned his smile with her own.

The two inched closer to one another and didn’t notice castor was about to attack again. Just as Castor was about attack when the sound of gunshot echoed throughout the forest, Hercules had (Name) in a embrace protecting her as Castor fell to the ground.

“Silver bullets. That’ll do it, I see.”

(Name) recognized the voice to be Jack, and it was her brother. Jack walked over to make sure he didn’t miss his target, and to his confirmation Jack did get the “wolf” in his heart. Jack asked what happened to Anne as he didn’t see her around, Hercules and (Name) were silent.

Jack sighed as he knew what that meant, although everyone heard “What happened to my house?!” Everyone looked to see Anne upset that her house was destroyed, (Name) asked where Anne was to everyone’s surprise Anne held up a chicken.

“I went to town to get dinner and got a little sidetracked.”

Jack saw Anne hold up a beer bottle with her other hand, well everyone was just glad she was okay.

A week later, Jack had made a new book.

“I like it, Jack.”

“Excellent, (Name) found it interesting.”

Jack made a story loosely based off the events that happened a few days ago, changing a few events and changing a few titles so that it could be read to children a like. The book was already famous and earned Jack a few awards, more were soon to come. Anne, liked the book herself and told Jack that he was talented. Jack was surprised to see so many red hoods and was pleased that everyone was heeding his warning of stranger danger.

Speaking of which, Jack hoped his sister wasn’t out with anymore wolves and when he and everyone heard a wolf howl Jack hoped (Name) was safe at home.

However, in the meadows Hercules was relaxing at the hiding spot where and (Name) would hide during their teenage years. Kindly mourning the death of his friend and still experiencing his rut, Hercules wanted to be by himself. However, sniffing the air Hercules knew a certain someone was trying to sneak up him, smirking Hercules quickly called her out.

“Let me guess, you smelled me coming?”

“I did, you have a very “sweet” smell.”

Coming out from behind the bushes Hercules saw a playfully sad (Name), sneaking up on Hercules had always been a goal of hers but it never happened and now she knew why. Sitting down beside her hero she noticed how tall and big he was even sitting down. Although, (Name) noticed Hercules scooting away from her.

“What’s wrong? Do I smell too sweet?”

“Hm, no. I just …wanted some distance.”

(Name) could tell when Hercules was lying as he wore his heart on his sleeve, and so she scooted closer to him only for him to scoot away. This repeated for several minutes until (Name) just sat on Hercules lap making the wolf man blush.

“Don’t you know what distance means?!”

“Well, I wanted to be close to you. Besides, you’re the one who always tells me to be safe. What safer place to be that close to the man that saved my life-“

Silence.

While sitting on Hercules lap with her back turned to him, (Name) found out the reason Hercules wanted his space and she herself felt her face become hot as she smiled nervously.

“Is that a really big knife I’m feeling? Or something else?”

“I don’t have any knives on me.”

Looking away Hercules bashfully answered (Name)’s question as his face was red, hearing a faint “oh” Hercules knew that (Name) had to get off him quickly.

“Well, I still feel safe here. I don’t think any big bad wolves will get me.”

“You never know….”

Hercules quickly wrapped his arms around (Name) pulling her closer to him as her back was still turned, while Hercules rested his chin on her left shoulder and with a soft whisper in her ear as his sharp teeth showed.

“…Wolves come out at night and you look delicious.”

Hearing Hercules’ whisper in her ear made a shiver go down her spine and excitement began to flow between her legs. Then feeling Hercules nose nuzzle gently on her neck followed by a little whine, an indication playful with a little neediness. It was (Name)’s first time hearing it, flaming her interest (Name) rubbed the top Hercules head making him smile.

“Say, (Name). Let’s have some fun.”

Calm and quiet Hercules whispered once more in (Name)’s ear, as another shiver went down her spine as her heart was aflame as she innocently agreed. Anything for her hero, her handsome and beloved hero. That now had a complete hold of her as the two kissed each other, a sweet kiss followed by a quick disrobing at their favorite hiding place. Now, the only thing had was her red hood and even Hercules managed to take that off and use that as blanket to devour his sweet (Name) on.

Don’t get distracted.

Don’t talk to strangers.

But what could be sweeter than having Hercules tasting the sweetness of his sweet (Name), and what was sweeter than feeling of Hercules’ tongue pleasuring (Name)’s cunt.

Why, nothing.

This was Hercules first time but he wasn’t scared or fettered, especially the more she moaned and said his name in pure pleasure and the more Hercules licked and tasted the more lustful he became. Every sound (Name) made, he heard. Ears perking up at every moan and groan, movements became scarce as Hercules held down (Name)’s thighs. Squirming when Hercules licked a sensitive spot inside her cunt, that wouldn’t do with Hercules as he didn’t want any unnecessary movements.

While deep inside (Name)’s cunt Hercules began to give in his lust, from licking her clit to inside her. Kissing her clit and licking it, Hercules did enjoy that first as he enjoyed the moans (Name) made but once his tongue was inside her Hercules really enjoyed that, from the taste to her moans.

“I’m going to cum again! Please slow down!”

“..Again?! How many times?!”

It took Hercules a few seconds as he couldn’t stop himself from tasting and licking (Name)’s wet cunt and coming up to his surprise to find out (Name) had came twice and was going for a third. Lust still ran thru his veins but Hercules asked if (Name) was okay as he slowly licked a trail on (Name)’s stomach to her breasts.

Enjoying the feel of Hercules’ tongue on her stomach (Name) eventually answered Hercules question only because she felt something sharp on her nipple and sure enough Hercules’ nails had grown as played with her nipples. Ears were that of a wolf making (Name) want to pet them and once she did she heard a playful chuckle come from Hercules.

“Do you believe in werewolves now?”

Not getting a chance to answer as (Name) felt Hercules’ grip on her thighs tighten as he made her wrap her legs around his waist with his well endowed cock at her entrance wanting nothing more to be inside her cunt.

“Come, let have fun.”

Hercules offered his hands for (Name) take, of course She did as she loved the feel of Hercules hands engulfing her own, and so while kissing each other and holding hands Hercules slyly slid his cock inside (Name)’s cunt. A little scream erupted from the innocent (Name) as she lost her virginity and due to the sheer size of Hercules’ cock made her mind numb as it didn’t leave a single inch and even had a little more outside. While (Name) quickly screamed in pain Hercules moaned a loud in pure bliss at how incredibly tight (Name) was as his face was now red as he felt all restraint leave him and his lust was now ruling his emotions.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry it hurt, don’t worry. You’ll feel better..”

Hercules tried to make sure (Name) was okay but without realizing Hercules had started moving his hips as his lust was driving him at the moment, while it was a lot to take the sight of seeing Hercules in writhing in pleasure was worth it as his face was the most delectable sight that (Name) would never forget and before (Name) knew it she was being fucked in the forest.

The moans that left the two were uncontrolled and the pace Hercules had was a consistently animalistic as his animalistic lust took over and there was no restraint anymore. The lewd face (Name) made only fueled Hercules lust, eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Hercules had a tight grip on her thighs but snaked his hands on her hips now as he now set the tone of the pace truly. Licking his lips the sight of how tight she felt on his thick cock as his teeth was sharp now, especially his canine.

However, his body never changed and (Name) loved that muscular and toned body of his and would sneak glances when she could.

(Name) wouldn’t get much looking as Hercules had her in other positions, many positions. From sideways to behind, (Name) could tell her lover was very energetic as she was essentially in so many positions she would become a little dizzy. However, on her hands and knees with Hercules deep inside her wet cunt seemed to be their favorite position as Hercules stayed there the longest. Of course he did, a tight grip on her ass and would slap her ass with his nails scratching it, sometimes Hercules would bend down simply to kiss her neck and sometimes slowly lick it.

“So sweet, you’re so sweet. I can’t wait to knock you up and see my precious pups.”

Ah, there it was.

(Name) knew he had a breeding kink in there somewhere, and while (Name) was on her hands knees taking Hercules cock the best she could she responded back with, “Nothing would make me happier.” The words seemed like a whisper but Hercules heard loud and clear. A dragged out moan left Hercules’ throat a small whine in the mix as his pace quickened and became harsher to the point (Name) could no longer take it as she was now completely face down and ass up as Hercules kept his pure animalistic pace up that needed relief as he was now in a talkative mood.

“We’ll have our own family, just me and you.”

“I mean it, I’m going to breed you-my hot and sweet (Name).”

Sometimes, Hercules would whisper “I love you.” A few times as he his lust and love intertwined together making the sex between them all the hotter as (Name) loved Hercules just as much he loved her.

Teeth bare and fangs sharp Hercules lifted (Name)’s right leg to for complete control and to penetrate just a bit deeper. When this happened (Name) quickly muttered “you’re hitting my womb.” Still, Hercules heard and responded with “I know I am.” Leaking pre-cum (Name) knew her lover was at his ropes and oddly enough she never wanted the sex to end. However, once the two did reach end the adrenaline and pleasure rushed through them and made them shiver with pleasure. So much so, (Name) didn’t feel the cum run down her legs as Hercules’ had filled her cunt to the brim with his potent cum.

Just like he said.

Catching her breath while now laying flat on her back she was joined by her lover that cuddled with her as he nuzzled his face on her neck, a little chuckle was heard before (Name) fell asleep with her lover. Dreaming of him and only him, her sweet and honest lover.

Giving (Name) a kiss on her forehead and wrapping her up in her red hood and took her to his home.

The night had finally left and morning was here.

In the mountains, Hercules was content from last night. Although, he knew later he would be visiting his sweet (Name) later and couldn’t wait to see her as he made a whine with a little smile.

“None of that, it’s my turn now. Hercules.”

Hercules knew that voice before he turned around to see his friend, Castor. Alongside with him was Hermes and Ares, Smiling nervously, Hercules apologized for Castor being shot by Jack as he didn’t think Jack would show up. Castor growled at his friend while showing him the bullet wounds, Hercules could tell his friend was hurting as he winced in pain for Castor.

“That does look very painful, Castor.”

“Because, it was, Hermes. You got (Name), I want the princess in the next city.”

“…Today?”

“I took two silver bullets for you to get your sweet (Name), Yes. Today.”

Hercules became sad as he whined while wanting to go home and finish the rest of his rut with his sweet (Name). However, a deal was a deal.

“Deal, maybe we can make it back before night fall.”

“Don’t forget, you both owe me. I helped you both with your ruts. I want all the tea in the city you’re visiting.”

Hermes quietly reminded his brother and his friend as he scratched his ear that was wolf like and the color was black. The townspeople lost their livestock because Hermes needed it to make a supplement that would help with their rut.

Simple.

“So, you actually got (Name). Was it everything you wanted, Hercules.”

“It was amazing, she felt so good-“

“Topic! Let’s stay on topic!”

Castor reminded the two as he rubbed his wound that was aching fierce, Ares agreed to go with the two and both agreed as they could use him in whatever they saw fit.

“By the way, who was it that killed those people in town? Was it you, Ares?”

“Damn, no. I was busy..myself.”

Ares cleared his throat as his face a bright red and Hercules knew what he was busy with, rather who. Hermes scoffed as he grimaced with disgust.

“If it was none of you, I hope father hasn’t been fruitful lately. I’ll cut his dick off myself.”

Hercules, Ares, and Castor grimaced at the thought and to change the subject as he was curious Castor asked how he believed Jack would handle (Name) and Hercules being together, as Hercules knew Jack wouldn’t let just anyone have his sister. But a hero, would earn Hercules (Name)’s hand. It wasn’t a matter of (Name)’s heart, Hercules knew he had her heart from the moment she had fallen in love with him and he also had love for her.

Jack was the problem. Jack was a thorn.

Even if Hercules had managed to confess and the two were together without Jack’s blessing it would be futile. Jack was the protective older brother and he would defend his sister from any wolves. So, Hercules had a plan that he devised to get Jack’s blessing and (Name) all at the same time. So long as (Name) wouldn’t tell his secret, and she wouldn’t, she was innocent and would do whatever her lover and hero wanted. Even if she tried to tell Hercules had something that would keep her quiet.

“Well, let’s not stand here. I want to be back before (Name) wakes up.”

With that, Hermes watched as his brothers and castor left in their werewolf form to the next city for their conquest. Smirking, Hermes decided to take walk in town and with the townspeople relaxed once more, the hunt was back on once more.

🎃Rukia-Writes🎃

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @thetommoway-oioii!

I hope you enjoy this. Here is all the fluff and cuteness for you with most of the tropes you requested. 

*****

Tis the Season to be Merry (and to be Married)

The words came to Derek on a Monday morning about a month before Christmas.

He was in the kitchen that afternoon cooking dinner for… well, a crowd, basically. He and Stiles might have moved into their own house sometime earlier this year in a bid for privacy, but there never seemed to be a shortage of people suddenly popping in and out of their lives, especially to eat them out of house and home, and most especially during the holiday season.

Sometimes it was Derek’s parents, Desmond and Talia Hale, who had retired from handling the family businesses and the Hale Foundation, and were spending most of their free time either traveling or meddling in their children’s lives. Derek’s siblings also made frequent appearances, all six of them—Matthew, Valerie, Laura, Cora, Cameron, and Nathaniel—and each one bringing about their own brand of mayhem, chaos, and pandemonium.

And then there was Peter, Derek’s uncle, but the less said about him, the better. Derek was still wishing the man was too busy to make an appearance at the Christmas table this year.

Though it wasn’t like Stiles’s side of the family was any better. He only had his father, retired Sheriff John Stilinski, as immediate family—and Derek could already feel the headache at the two’s constant arguments about John’s love for meat and Stiles’s insistence on a diet—but Stiles made up for it with a found family numbering in… well, far too many.

There were his best friends, Scott and Lydia, with their own partners, sweet, gun-toting Allison and douchebag Jackson. Then there was their collection of friends like Erica who could castrate a man with her nails, tall and dark and silent Boyd, Kira who could wield a katana while wearing a skirt, Isaac who wore far too many scarves at any given day, and his boyfriend Danny who had blackmail material on everybody.

Derek paused in his cooking. They had too many people in their damn lives and in their damn business. He and Stiles should consider moving to, like, New Zealand or something. They both loved Lord of the Rings. They could probably go and live in a hobbit hole or something.

Though God knows their families and friends would still find a way to follow and pester them.

Derek resumed his cooking, putting the finishing touches on the chicken and the salad and checking that the brownies were baking perfectly. He passed by the refrigerator, pausing at the knick knacks that littered the surface.

Pride of place was his and Stiles’s photo from four years ago during their second year anniversary. They hadn’t been able to celebrate properly because Stiles had just finished a grueling shift at the hospital and Derek had been bogged down by paperwork from the university where he taught. Because of the late hour, all they could do was a fast food drive thru and then eat in the car. Stiles had taken a selfie photo of them.

They looked like crap, honestly—both of them obviously tired and worn, Derek’s tie was crooked and he had crumbs all over his shirt and Stiles was still in scrubs and had ketchup on his chin. But they were happy and in love.

Derek stroked the photo.

“I want to marry you,” he murmured, the words flowing from him like an exhale.

The words weren’t surprising and not even unexpected, not after ten years—two years of being annoyed by each other, two years of being friends, and six years of being together, one of which was spent here in the house they bought together.

Derek glanced out the window. It was a winter wonderland outside, interspersed with blinking lights from the neighbors’ Christmas decorations and the snowmen that littered the yards.

What was surprising was the urgency that came to him.

It was a cliche thought though, especially on Christmas, but maybe the festive season was getting to him, wanting him to find more reasons to celebrate.

Derek thought about Stiles as he cooked, thankful for the long vacation from teaching at the university that he could do this for his partner, especially since Stiles had pulled the short end of the stick when it came to shifts at the hospital this Christmas.

Derek thought about Stiles’s impish smile and his pretty eyes, thought about his voice, rich and soft, and about something funny he had said the other day—he said a lot of funny things all the time. He thought about taking lunch to the hospital a few days ago, only to have Stiles pull him into his office for a rather lengthy ‘thank you’ kiss and then complain about the amount of work he had to do as they ate together. (It was a lie. Stiles loved being a doctor, even if he had ended up being on duty on Christmas Day.)

Derek thought about Stiles’s dry wit and his sarcastic quips, how he played around with his Dad and his friends, how he adored Derek’s family, even though Derek’s siblings were insane. He thought about how soft he was during their quiet moments, how he curled into Derek’s touch and indulged in lazy sex and slow, lengthy kisses.

“I want to marry him,” Derek murmured the words to himself quietly.

It wasn’t so much that he and Stiles hadn’t considered marriage, but it hadn’t been a priority over the years, what with everything going on with their lives and families—Valerie’s son being born, John’s retirement, Scott and Allison’s wedding, Lydia and Jackson’s engagement, Stiles getting promoted, then that following year Derek had an accident and broke his arm…

Everyone knew he and Stiles were in this for the long haul. They obviously loved each other, annoyed each other, felt at home with each other, and they had plans and promises for the future and had started living together. 

A formal arrangement just hadn’t been in the cards yet.

Derek heard a car horn and looked out the window to see Stiles’s jeep pulling into the garage. However, he highly doubted that they were not getting any other visitors that night. He finished the preparations just as the key was turning in the lock and Stiles’s voice immediately flowed into the once-quiet home.

“I’m home!” he called out, loudly and cheerfully. “And advance warning, we’re getting a bunch of strays tonight.”

Derek snorted. “That’s not new.”

There was the sound of shuffling and keys, and then muffled footsteps as Stiles moved further into the house. Derek was scooping servings into a large bowl when Stiles plastered himself to Derek’s back, arms snaking gently around his waist and pointy chin popping itself on his shoulder.

“You’re cold,” Derek said, not even fighting the smile that appeared on his face.

Stiles, just to be a jerk, slid his cold hands under Derek’s sweater. “Lydia, Nathaniel, Erica, and Boyd are all dropping by; and Mattie, too, which means he’s also bringing his baby girl, CC. They’ll be here in about an hour.”

Derek sighed. “All I wanted was a peaceful dinner.”

“When, in all our lives, have we ever had peace?” Stiles chuckled, kissing his cheek. “That smells good.”

“It’ll taste even better once you get comfortable and get changed,” Derek said, turning around to face him.

Stiles was smiling, and Derek had seen it a thousand times, but it was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His pale skin was a little red from the cold, especially his nose, cheeks, and ears, his brown hair was falling messily across his forehead, and his eyes were bright and warm as they looked at Derek.

“No welcome home kisses?” he asked, those pretty lips pouting.

Derek chuckled and obliged. “Welcome home.”

They kissed for a few moments, long and slow and sweet, before Derek rubbed Stiles’s back.

“Go and get changed. In an hour, we’ll get your strays bothering us.”

Stiles let out a squawk of offense. “Hey! How come when they’re bothering us they’re mine?”

“Because you make just as big a mess as they do,” Derek said, pinching his hip.

Stiles cackled, dancing away. “But you already picked me, so you have to put up with it. No take backsies.”

He let out a raspberry, which was really unbecoming of his age, especially a doctor, and then laughed loudly as he ran off.

‘I want to marry you,’ Derek thought, smiling at his retreating back.

A formal arrangement just hadn’t been in the cards.

But maybe it should be.

The words came to Derek again and again over the next few days. 

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, when Stiles was smiling at him, talking animatedly, his hands flying as he talked about his cases at the hospital.

‘I want to marry you,’  he thought, as they were getting groceries, with Derek’s siblings, twins Cora and Cameron in tow, all of them getting more sweets and chocolates than what the grocery list indicated.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, as Stiles ran past him screaming, followed by Isaac, Kira, and Derek’s nephews as they engaged in a snowball fight. Laura was screaming in the background that she’d punch whoever gets snow in her newly-dyed hair, only to get pelted by snowballs from all directions.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, a flutter in his heart, as they walked around the Christmas bazaar one afternoon, ungloved hands tucked into Derek’s pocket as they looked for kitschy Christmas gifts for their friends. Stiles beamed at him, bright and carefree, his nose pink from the wind, and Derek tugged him close and kissed him right in the middle of the market. Stiles didn’t seem to protest, going by the enthusiastic way he responded.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, holding a sobbing Stiles close after delivering the bad news to a couple that their child hadn’t pulled through during the surgery. He stroked Stiles’ hair, his back, his cheeks, and held him tighter, even tighter. 

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, panting and aroused and flushed as they showered together, pressed intimately from head to toe with Stiles kissing his neck.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought as he watched Stiles conversing with their parents, Talia and Desmond and John, talking about where they could go for next year’s family vacation—Stiles and Desmond were both pushing for Disneyland, for the hundredth time, as they liked collecting Mickey ears. John wanted somewhere with cows, for some reason.

“I want to marry Stiles,” Derek said, the words coming out of him, unbidden and sudden in the middle of dinner with their parents at the Hale Family Manor when Stiles had gone to the bathroom.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Talia cooed, eyes growing misty. “A new celebration for the family to look forward to.”

“Congratulations, son,” Desmond said, smiling proudly. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Derek turned to Stiles’s father, unsure what to expect, but the man was still enthusiastically into the steak he had managed to bribe Stiles into letting him eat for the night.

(“If you let me eat steak, I will drink all my medication and vote for Disneyland for next year’s family holiday,” John had said.

Stiles had looked torn, but he needed all the votes they could get. Family holidays were by majority vote.

A few minutes ago, just after Stiles had gone to the bathroom, John had said, in an act of betrayal, that he still planned to vote that they go somewhere with cows, possibly Switzerland.)

“Honestly, Derek, you two are practically married already, I don’t see the difference,” John said, shrugging. But he smiled. “You’re already family, but I guess it would be nice to put everything down in black and white.”

That night, Derek thought of the words and pressed them against the skin of Stiles’s shoulder as the younger man laid in bed beside him, breathing even and deeply asleep. 

“I want to marry you,” Derek murmured reverently. 

Stiles let out a sleepy murmur, snuffling a little, before turning into Derek’s hold, letting his warm and pliant and still-mostly-asleep self be gathered into Derek’s arms. 

Derek pressed another kiss into his dark hair and smiled when Stiles squished his face against his neck.

As expected, Derek’s plan to propose to Stiles eventually made its way to their families and friends. He knew their parents wouldn’t have said anything. They knew better than to get ahead of Derek. But he knew one of his nosy siblings had probably heard and then blabbed about it. (He was betting on Matthew. He might be the oldest of them, but he was a shameless gossip.)

The constant hints and eyebrow raises during the yearly Christmas Eve dinner at the Hale Family Manor was a dead giveaway, as was Scott pulling Derek to the side for a speech—or something like that? Scott was awful at speeches—on taking care of Stiles, Erica almost spilling the beans twice before Boyd dragged his girlfriend to the corner to ply her with eggnog—which was probably the wrong thing to do—and Danny trying to coerce Derek not to propose until he got a betting pool going, with an offer to split the winnings. (It was honestly tempting.)

But it was Peter—who the hell invited him again?—who opened his big mouth.

“So, when’s the wedding?” he asked from his spot on the long dining table between Talia and Laura. Not even Talia’s death glare stopped him, but that was probably because of the two glasses of wine already in the man.

“Why is Uncle Peter even here?” Valerie asked, rolling her eyes at him. “I thought we made a rule that he’s banned here on Christmas.”

“It’s the other way around,” Cora spoke up. “He’s banned here, except for Christmas.”

John frowned. “We should add Christmas too, really complete the whole calendar.”

Peter ignored them. “So?”

Derek was sighing into his meal. Scott was groaning into his hands. Desmond was busy trying to wrestle the knife away from Talia. It would be awful if blood got on the Christmas placemats.

“Who’s getting married?” Stiles asked, confused.

“You and Derek, duh,” Peter said. “It’s high time you two stopped living in sin and finally tie the kno—” he suddenly found himself face down in his mashed potatoes from a well-timed smack on the head from Laura.

“Uh, what?” Stiles turned to Derek. 

Derek took his hand.

“I told our parents I wanted to marry you,” he said calmly. He felt a touch nervous, but honestly he’d been thinking of the words so many times that it seemed so easy to say even in front of people. 

Plus, Peter had sort of taken the wind out of his sails.

Stiles squeezed Derek’s hand.

“Marriage sounds good,” he said.

Peter blinked from where he was wiping his face and still snorting out potatoes. 

“What?”

“I guess it’s high time we stopped living in sin, sweetie,” Stiles said, fluttering his eyelashes at him.

Derek sipped his glass. “Outdoor wedding would be great.” He raised his palm at Stiles. “Not Disneyland.”

“Fine. I get to pick the honeymoon then,” Stiles said.

He raised a hand at Stiles again. “Not Disneyland.”

Stiles pouted. “You’re no fun.”

Derek sighed. Stiles was so obsessed with Disneyland. “We can add it to the itinerary for a few days as long as you take time off from the hospital. We will not be getting calls during our honeymoon.”

“Deal,” Stiles said cheerfully. “I want an autumn wedding.”

Derek hummed. “That’s fine. You look beautiful in the fall.”

Stiles blushed. “Aww, Der.”

“Wait a sec! What just happened?” Peter blinked, looking around. “Did I do that? Did I get them engaged?”

“Peter is banned from our wedding,” Stiles immediately said.

Derek nodded. “Of course.”

“What? Oh, come on!” Peter whined. “I got you two engaged!”

“You did nothing. You were just nosy,” Stiles said, glaring at him. “And Derek already proposed a few nights ago.”

Derek looked to his parents. “I proposed that same night I told you.”

Stiles laughed. “No, you didn’t! You said it when I was half asleep!”

Derek shrugged. “Still counts.”

“Derek, you’re so boring,” Peter whined.

Stiles snapped his fingers, glaring at him. “Banned!”

John sighed and shoved food in his mouth. “Like I said, you two are practically already married anyway.”

“Well, we have been together for six years,” Stiles said, smiling at him, which enticed Derek to lean forward and kiss him.

“Congratulations!” erupted all over the table and Derek couldn’t help smiling.

Well, things didn’t go quite as planned, but that was all right. He was still marrying Stiles sometime in the future, and that was the most important thing.

“Peter, you’re still banned from the wedding.”

[stp-au-wthnig]

Well, This Happens Next, I Guess

Chapter 2: A Car Full Of Noise

Note: This was supposed to be fully silly but I kind of wrote an intro and ended up making it actually pretty heartfelt at times. It's still very slice-of-life though. Plus I wrote this with a headache so it might be a bit scuffed.

---

Hero was sitting by the window in his apartment while the Narrator was watching TV. The two had mutually decided it would be for the good of everyone in the apartment complex if they ended up as roommates.

The Narrator had spent much of His time reading or watching TV since arriving here. Hero suspected He was a bit bitter about the whole 'Wing leaving with Princess' thing...

Hero checked the fridge. There was barely anything left in there. Figures as much, the Narrator hadn't gotten any work done yet so they haven't earned any money.

The other apartments were better off because they had more stable careers going for them, at least. The Narrator decided to live up to His name and become a writer, but due to His current state of mind, He hasn't gotten any writing done yet. And now they've run out of food.

"Um... there's no food left. Don't you think you should, uh... do something about that?"

The Narrator didn't respond. Hero was about to head right over to Him when he heard knocking on the apartment door.

Hero opened the door. It was Stubborn, along with Hunted behind him.

"Hey. Uh... what do you want?" Hero asked.

"Hunted ate all the food in our fridge. Again. So we're going to WcDonald's. Figured we may as well invite everyone." Stubborn explained.

Hero didn't hesitate to accept. Things were pretty bad right now, so he was desperate. He offered for the Narrator to come along, but He refused.

---

Cold ended up as the driver. The rest of the Voices were seated in the conveniently spacious car.

"Are we there yet?" Contrarian would ask every now and then. There was no doubt he was deliberately doing it to try and annoy Cold.

"Is there any tape in this car? I think a certain someone's mouth could use some right now." Cheated grumbled.

"Ugh... thank god I'm sitting in here on an empty stomach..." Hero groaned as he started to feel queasy. He keeps forgetting he's prone to motion sickness.

"Being on an empty stomach is a bad thing. We need food to survive and thrive." Hunted notably looked uneasy about the whole situation.

"That reminds me. What are we going to do about him anyway? Aren't you not allowed to enter a restaurant without shoes?" Skeptic pointed out.

"Knowing him, he'll probably order a bunch to put in the freezer, so we actually just planned on going to the drive-thru and then heading over to the park to eat." Stubborn explained.

"How is he so small if he eats so much?" Opportunist asked, causing Hunted to lower his head in embarrassment.

"I'm not much bigger..." Broken whined as usual.

The conversation in the car continued until they reached the WcDonald's drive-thru. Now came the really chaotic part: ordering the food.

---

Everyone squeezed their heads against the windows to read the menu. Well, almost everyone. Smitten remained seated where he was.

"I don't really care much for fast food, but the milkshakes they do here are good, so order me one of those. Preferably chocolate."

Another easy order was Cheated, who just wanted a simple cheeseburger meal with cola.

Just as Stubborn predicted, Hunted ordered a LOT of food, as he wanted to store some of it in the freezer for later.

Opportunist decided to order something light. He wanted to be liked so he needed to watch his weight.

Paranoid also ordered something light because he didn't trust what the food could potentially do to his body.

Everyone else had comparatively simple orders, but Contrarian could not make up his mind and Skeptic took an infuriatingly long time to order anything.

"You, make up your mind. And you, just order something already!" Cheated snapped at Contrarian and Skeptic.

"I'm just trying to see which meal would be best for the situation. It's hard to determine when I've only been eating for a short time." Skeptic snapped back.

"Honestly, I just wanted to see how long it'd take for you guys to notice I've been unbuckling your seat belts as I ordered." Contrarian chuckled.

"You little shit..." Cheated grumbled, which ended up escalating into a loud and chaotic argument between all the voices, before they finally settled on their orders.

They ordered their food and pulled up to the window. After a while, they were given their food, and they all froze when they realised who was at the drive-thru window.

"You guys are assholes, you know that?" Princess snarked at them before bringing their orders in one by one.

---

After that awkward moment, Cold drove to the park and parked the car outside. They made it to a bench and put their food on the table.

Broken looked at his meal with sadness. They'd gotten his order wrong. Cheated's order was also wrong, but he was more angry about it.

After they ate their meals, Contrarian stood up.

"Last one to the lake has to throw the trash out!"

Naturally, Hunted won the race. The others forgot how fast he was. Broken made it there last but Skeptic and Hero offered to help with the trash.

After doing so, Hero eyed the convenience store. He wished he could buy some more food there. Skeptic sighed and dragged him in there with him.

---

"So He's been struggling to get writing done, huh?" Skeptic said after Hero explained.

"Yeah... all He's really felt up to doing is watching TV lately. It's... been worse ever since Wing and Princess arrived."

"Why do you even put up with Him? Especially after all He put us and them through..." Skeptic questioned.

"Well... He doesn't really have anyone." Hero explained. "And if anyone was to stay with Him, it should be someone who's been there alongside Him since the beginning. It just... feels like the right thing to do."

The previously bored-looking cashier looks at the two with intrigue, as if she feels something familiar in them, before being called out to let someone else take over for her.

---

"Thanks for helping me out." Hero said as they left the store and rejoined the others.

"Don't mention it. But you should really start taking care of yourself more." Skeptic warned him.

Cold directed them back to the car and they headed off.

As the rest of the car descended into chaos once again, Hero just stared out the window, reflecting on his conversation with Skeptic.

"Hero? It's unlike you to not get involved in their arguments." Cold pointed out from the driver's seat. "You're not getting carsick again, are you? I'd rather you open the window if you're going to..."

Hero snapped out of it and started speaking again. "No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine."

---

He made it back to his apartment and put the groceries in the fridge.

"Good news. We have food, thanks to Skeptic and..."

He then saw the Narrator asleep at His desk, having finally gotten some writing done.

Hero looked at the scene in front of him... and then he smiled. He put a blanket over Narrator's shoulders and closed the door.

This was the right thing to do. He just knew it. Eventually the others would understand.

Hero turned on the TV and watched mindlessly until he fell asleep.

[blooming-inthedark]

I wish I had someone to talk me down from this uneasy feeling.

About an hour ago I was at a drive through. It is night time and I sat at the speaker for a couple of minutes because I was waiting on someone to take my order. All of a sudden I heard footsteps running towards my car. I panicked and nervously drove ahead, I wanted to just leave but there was a car at the window. I stopped behind the car and a few seconds later another car came up behind me, in line. I looked at them in my rear view mirror and noticed a dude in the back was hanging out of the car pointing ahead and looking back at someone in the car to confirm. It looked like he was pointing at me. He got out of the car and ran past my car and around the front of the car sitting at the window and disappeared around the corner. Like he was going into the entrance of the food place (but the lobby was closed). When I got up to the window I nervously ordered my sub and the man told me they didn’t have any wheat bread. I said thank you and just drove off because I was not sure what the guy who got out of that car was doing or trying to do. A really bad feeling had washed over me. It just didn’t feel right and I know I didn’t have any weapons or anything to grab in case I needed to. . It could have just been me having irrational anxiety in the moment considering the area and the circumstances, but I don’t care. Fleeing felt right.

I live in a city with bad crime. Weeks ago someone was robbed in the drive thru (not the one I was at) but the suspicious activity made me think of that so I panicked and left. I’m back home now but for some reason I stil feel uneasy. I hate having to be so vigilant as a woman. I don’t even like being out at night if I’m not with someone else.

I know I’m safe now but for some reason my mind is still reeling. What was that guy doing? And who ran up to my car and why didn’t I see them when I checked all of my windows?

I want God to please introduce me to my husband this year because this shit is not it.

Send hugs.

[sojutsu]

Unwrapped Memories

Happy holidays, @ant1-leigh! I was your Secret Santa for this amazing exchange, and I hope I did your prompts justice. I used "Vincent/Lovely, Christmas presents, something Christmas related". I hope you enjoy!

And a HUGE thank you to @the-sugar-crash for putting this on!

“Annnnd.... There!  All done!”  Lovely dusted their hands off as they admired their handiwork, the soft glow of Christmas lights illuminating the living room in steady pulses of light.

Vincent had given them free rein to decorate the house, and they took that privilege and ran with it.  Garland on the mantle.  The biggest tree they could fit in the corner, decked out in white and colored lights, dependent on the mood.  Tinsel.  Shiny snowflakes on the windows.  The place looked like a veritable winter wonderland... except for the stockings, which looked slightly off-center now that Lovely was examining them. 

As if mocking them and their Christmas spirit.

Unacceptable.

“And not a moment too soon.  It’s already...“ Vincent checked the non-existent watch on his wrist, a smile evident in his voice, “...two minutes into December.  We almost missed it.”

His deep chuckle reverberated thru their back as he came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist and slotting his head onto their shoulder.  The kiss he pressed to their temple was comforting as they micro-managed the exact angle of the wayward stocking back into place.

“Well yeah, but... now we get to appreciate them all month long.  December goes really quickly, and I... I don’t want to miss any of it.”  They received an amused hum in response, turning in his grasp to face him.  “Maybe I’ll start right after Halloween, next year.  After all, it’s the best season!  Hands down.”

This was going to be perfect, they promised themselves amidst Vincent’s non-committal hum, sealing it with a peck to his cheek.

After everything that had happened in the past year, it had to be perfect.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

This was as far from perfect as you could get.

Lovely did not know what to get Vincent, and the first week of December had already flown by.

What did you get someone who had the ability to buy a fleet of expensive cars?  Lovely wasn’t rich, and besides, whatever Vincent wanted he just bought.    

It was still early in the month. 

They had time. 

But it still felt wrong. 

After all, they’d already picked out gifts for most of their friends, the items wrapped and sitting patiently beneath their tree until it was time to hand them out.  People they didn’t know as well as they knew their charming, considerate, and extremely thoughtful boyfriend.  The person who mattered the most to them by a large margin. 

Someone they loved. 

So why couldn’t they think of something for Vincent?

(“Is it that surprisin’ you’re havin’ a hard time?” Sam had asked them on their way to a Clan meeting when they voiced their concern.  Vincent was taking care of an errand for William and would meet them there.

“Well, yeah... a little bit.  Nothing seems good enough, y’know?”

Sam had laughed like he was in on a joke, soft and non-judgemental, but Lovely didn’t know which one.

“I’ll bet.  You’ll figure it out, don’t you worry.”)

But they hadn’t.  And they did. 

That was how they ended up sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of them and cookies baking in the oven, scouring the holiday sites full of deals and looking for inspiration.  Any inspiration.

Clothing.  Electronics.  Decor.

Nothing jumped out at them.  Nothing sparked an idea. 

Nothing was good enough. 

Lovely could tell they were at their wit's end because they finally Googled, ‘What to buy your vampire lover?’.  The screen's bright light blinked to life with a strange offering as their salvation: a vampire hunting kit.  And to their chagrin, and possibly telling just how lost they were, they actually gave it a modicum of thought before shaking their head with a sigh.

Maybe they should go the cheesy route and just put a bow on themself and sit below the tree.

......

No.

Vincent could have them whenever he wanted, so that wasn’t special either.

“Lovely?  Are you home?” Vincent's voice carried as the front door shut, the sound masking the thud of the laptop's lid as they closed it in defeat.

They had time.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Time was running out.

That’s what Lovely told themself as mid-month rolled around, and they still hadn’t thought of a respectable gift for Vincent.

They’d admit to there being a few leaps of logic in between, but it was also how they found themself putting the last few pieces of tape back on rewrapped presents, sliding them back under the bed as if they hadn’t just snooped.

To be fair, Lovely was a snoop.

But really, didn’t it just mean that their gifts weren’t well hidden if they could find them so easily?  Why wouldn’t they look under the bed that they shared together?  It was almost like Vincent didn’t know them at all!

Which was, of course, a lie.  Everything that they found was a thoughtful gift.

Their favorite body spray.  The one that just so happened to be the one Vincent loved on them the most.  They’d worn it on every date night since he’d told them, and their bottle was near empty by now.

A Dahlia School of Elemental & Energetic hoodie that had their E&E participation number and final placement embroidered below the school insignia.  There were symbols of the main 8 classifications going up the arms, elements on one arm and energetics on the other, with their previous electro-energetic symbol dyed their favorite color amidst the white of the rest.

There were even some fancy chocolates that they’d hesitated on returning to their hiding space, considering Lovely knew they were to die for from prior experience.

Thankfully not literally, although that wasn’t really a problem anymore.  And that was okay.  They had worked hard at it, but they finally cherished the life they could build with Vincent forever.  They just had to show him how much he meant to them. 

But if anything good came from unearthing their gifts early, it was that they thought they finally knew what to get him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Vincent, it’s lovely!!  And I swear that isn’t a pun.  You’d know if it was,” they leaned forward on the couch they shared, giving him a quick kiss he returned with equal measure, as they held their new E&E hoodie protectively between them both.  “I love it!” 

“You might have a different set of powers now, but I hope it reminds you of how much determination you have and not something...”

“I love it,” they repeated, sensing the war within Vincent.  But they meant it, and they refused to let any guilt seep into the joyous occasion.  “I worked really hard on my powers back then, and you better believe I’ll master these ones given enough time.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

There was a moment of contented silence as they gazed at each other.  It didn’t last long, not wanting to dwell on any negative thoughts that Vincent might find himself in, and they reached below the tree to grab their gift for him.

“Okay, okay, enough of that!  My turn next!” Lovely knew that if they still had their powers, they’d be literally buzzing with excitement.  They held out a small, meticulously wrapped package to Vincent, reds and golds shining in the tree light as soft Christmas music played in the background as ambient noise.  “I really hope you like it.”

“Anything from you is a gift I’ll cherish.”

That sap earned him a gentle smack to the arm, and his laugh filled the air.  “Just open it!”

Vincent carefully popped the bow off of the top, handing it to Lovely with a quiet, “Hold this for me.”  He slid slender fingers under the tape to release it, allowing the moment to draw out, and Lovely is sure he was trying to torture them with how slow he was going.  Their suspicions were confirmed as they glimpse the corners of his mouth twitching.

“I know how fast you can open things when you want them open, Vincent.  Hurry up!”

“Okay, okay!” His laugh is genuine as he drops the discarded paper to the floor with the rest, finally giving in.  He pulls out a key and holds it between them, a question in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t buy you a car before you ask.  But...” at this, Lovely turns the key over in his palm so that the name of William’s business faces up.  “I booked us a week at William’s cabin we loved, and he agreed to give you the time off to enjoy it,” they hold up their hand as he parts his lips to speak, wanting to give their reasoning in case he found it offensive.  “This past year has been really... difficult, and sometimes it feels like our good memories get tainted because of... everything that’s happened, whether we want them to or not.  I don’t want that.  I just want us to make more memories with each other because you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.  And I want you to remember that.”

Lovely is quiet afterward.  They know they are, because they can feel Vincent’s loving gaze on them as they find great interest in the floor.  Now that it’s out in the open, it sounds stupid.  Even when he takes their hand in his, they have second thoughts.  “Is that stupid of me?  Was it a dumb gift?”

“Lovely,” he tips their head to look at him, gently takes the bow from their hands and puts it on their head, “You are the only thing I wanted for Christmas.  Here, in my arms.  Everything else was a bonus.  But, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to create happy memories, and I’d love to do that with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Strong arms wrapped around them as if he could instill the truth of his words into them.  Lovely locked their arms around him in return before whispering into the space between them.  “You’re really hard to buy for, you know that?  I swear I was going crazy trying to figure out what to get you.”

“Oh?  Is that why you unwrapped your gifts early?  To give you an idea?”

Their head snapped up, wide eyes and open mouth the epitome of ‘deer-in-headlights’.  Lovely wanted to shake their head, to deny, but things didn’t work like that anymore as their bond denied them their lie.

“You know... I expected you to snoop, Lovely.  There’s a reason one of your presents didn’t make it under the bed,” his amused expression only deepened their embarrassment.  In the interim, he pulled a small box from the coffee table drawer and its presentation almost made it too pretty to open.

Almost.

“....Oh.  I thought I was pretty sneaky about it, to be honest,” they at least had the presence of mind to look chagrined as they took the gift, popping the bow from its top and idly fingering the shiny paper.  “You’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course not.  If I wanted them to be kept a secret, I would’ve hidden them at Sam’s like I did this one.”

Lovely tucks that piece of information away for later as they let the paper slide to the floor.  The top of the box opens with a soft click of hinges, and a familiar insignia stares back at them.

“Is this...?”

“Yeah.  It is.”

They lift the necklace, the Solaire clan insignia rotating in the quiet of the moment before they place it in their palm for a better look.  Slotted in the center are two gems of different colors that shine with the aid of the Christmas tree lights, and Lovely feels their eyes grow wet with emotion. 

“I know birthstones are a thing, but... death day gems seemed more fitting.  After all, this is when you pledged yourself to us.  In... the most extreme way possible, but...” he fumbles his words before taking a breath, continuing as if he’d rehearsed each and every way they might’ve responded to such a gift. 

“This is a promise.  To better days.  Not allowing the past to dictate our future.  You’ve come such a long way Lovely, and it hasn’t always been easy,” his laugh is devoid of mirth, and Lovely slots their hand into his in reassurance.  “Far from it, in fact.  There’s been some pitfalls, and that’s to be expected.  But how far you’ve come in a year is nothing but extraordinary.  Like you.”

“I'm pretty sure nothing can really express what I want to say... but, I love it, Vincent.  And I love you.  Thank you for being on this journey with me, and I can’t wait to make new memories with you.”

There’s a breath of relief that they both share, and a kiss that leaves them breathless follows.  They touch foreheads and speak into the space between.

“Merry Christmas, Lovely.”

“Merry Christmas, Vincent.”