#just being neighbourly

[ohlovxr]

the one where he fucks you in the kitchen

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He hasn’t fronted much since Marc and Layla met you. He’s left it all to Marc. After all, he’s the one who saw you first. He’s the one married to Layla, and the efforts made to have you were executed by the both of them. They were a team, and he simply wasn’t a part of it.

He hasn’t let Steven front at all, as a matter of fact. The poor guy’s riddled with guilt and might just say something he shouldn’t. It’s too risky.

He was just a bystander, not that he really minded, but that didn’t mean he felt nothing. He saw you, lived with you, nearly as much as Marc did. He fell in love with you just as Marc did.

He bided his time; he waited for the right moment to have you for just a little while, if not only a few minutes. He just wants to feel you. To have you feel the love he holds for you.

Jake decides the perfect time to front was the middle of night. When the bed shifts slightly, the woman sliding off of it trying to be as quiet as possible, and the soft patter of bare feet across the wooden floors could be heard heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He follows after a few moments, careful not to wake Layla, and is greeted by the sight of your back turned to him when he enters the kitchen. A little light underneath a cabinet dimly lit up a portion of the space.

He clears his throat.

Startled, you jump and turn around. One hand is holding a glass of water and the other comes up to press against your chest. A sleepy smile graces your face when you realize who it is. “Marc, you scared me.”

His mouth twists a little with dissatisfaction, but he lets it drop quickly. He doesn’t imagine there’s any way you’ll be calling him Jake anytime soon.

You saw it anyway. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“No,” this was the first time he’s spoken to you himself. If Marc knew what he was up to, he wasn’t letting himself be known just yet. “No, honey, you didn’t. I just,” he takes a breath, “couldn’t sleep.”

Your brows furrow, concern paints across your face.

His sweet girl, always the worrier. Jake hums, stepping towards you, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He manages to corner you against the counter. One hand comes up to press between your brows to smooth away the tension. You giggle at the playful gesture before he says, “stop worrying,” with a hint of a smile. He brings his other hand up to cup over the small bump of your stomach. “How are you?”

You reach back to place your cup onto the counter then bring the same hand up to cup his face. You smile up at him and he knows then that seeing you from a mirror is nothing compared to this. “Stop that.”

It earns you a huffed laugh from him.

“We’re fine.” You nod your head towards the glass of water. “Just thirsty.”

Both his hands slide down to knead at your thighs and both your hands slide up to hold onto his shoulders. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Jake shrugs before easily lifting you by your thighs and setting you down onto the counter, a soft gasp leaving your lips in the process. He ghosts his lips over yours. “No reason. I just couldn’t.”

A little hmph comes from the back of your throat when he presses closer to you and the sudden feel of him, half-hard, is against you. “I dunno. I think I’m feeling the reason right now.”

With a teasing pinch to your thigh and click of his tongue, he mumbles, practically against your lips with how close he’s gotten, “stop being cheeky,” before he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and drags you into a kiss. One that’s long and messy and expands into multiple because of how neither of you seem to be able to pull away.

His hand comes to push the shirt you wore, Marc’s, up before pushing your panties to the side. You moan needingly into his lips when he slips his finger into you and presses up. He can feel how wet you are, still full with some of Marc’s cum from when he had taken you over the couch just before you’d gone to bed.

Thinking back to it makes his cock jump against you in its confines. You’d gotten so wet for Marc so easily. He’d gotten as far as rubbing your swollen clit through your panties before you were begging for his cock. Before you were insisting that you were and could take him just like that.

Jake had never wanted to take over so bad. To tell you how perfect you are when Marc eased his cock into your sopping hole and you’d taken him in like your body was made just for him. To be the one cupping the bump of your belly where his baby grew as he fucked into you in a way that brought pleasured tears to your eyes. To be the one you looked back at with the most love and adoration in your eyes.

He presses another finger into you, curling them both upwards to prod at your spongy g-spot. You whine, finally pulling your lips away to speak hushedly, “C’mon, Marc, you know I can take it.”

Jake groans and presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close.

You persist, the hands on his shoulders tightening their grip. “Please.”

It’s all he needs to open his eyes and see yours staring so desperately up at him before he’s pulling his fingers out of you to pull his pants down and letting his cock spring free. Greedily, you bring one hand down to guide him to your entrance, rubbing his tip over your already dripping cunt.

He coos to you as he pushes one thigh back gently to get you open to him. “Easy, mi amor. I’m not going anywhere.”

Even with that, you’re easing him into you and tugging at his shoulder impatiently, wordlessly telling him, “come on, move!”

You’re so distracted that you cease to notice the new term of endearment slipping from his lips.

He has to drown his moan against your lips once he’s fully seated inside you. What he watched didn’t even begin to compare to how you’re making him feel. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, bringing him so close that he could feel your heart beating through your chest and into his, your legs clinging to his waist and trying to pull him further into you. Your pussy flutters around his cock and makes him twitch as he rests in there for a moment, letting your walls mold to his shape while he kisses you.

When he starts thrusting, he doesn’t bother pulling out much at all. His cock hits parts deep inside of you that have you clenching around him and gasping into his mouth. He does it enough that your slick starts dripping down the base of his cock and to his balls.

His hands support your back as he pulls you to the edge of the table, getting his tip to start poking at a different angle.

It must’ve been the one Marc had fucked into, the one that brought you to tears and that the man had abused until you were surely sore and swollen, because a broken noise escapes you the second he hits it.

A little panic ran through him.

“Shh,” he murmurs with his lips against your forehead, bringing a hand up smooth over the back of your head, “It’s okay, honey, I know.”

Jake wasn’t scared of many things, but there would be Hell to pay if Layla wakes up and finds him doing this to you instead of her husband.

You whine, looking up at him with teary eyes and pupils blown wide with pleasure, your legs locking even tighter around him. “O-Oh, my-”

“That’s it, huh?” He breathes a laugh, licking his lips as he watches your eyes roll back and letting his thrusts get a little harder. “That’s where you need it, princesa, I know.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts before you’re falling apart around him, melting into his arms as your pussy flutters and squeezes his cock, urging him to spill into you.

He follows you quickly, spurting cum deep into your womb.

He’d say he hopes it takes, but he’s lucky enough to already have you getting so pretty and round with his baby.

[ghostlycollectorchaos]

Why I cried my insides out because a spooky house:

I cried so fucking much because of a HOUSE

House 23 was a kick on my stomach because the whole “fake until you make it” hits too close to home.

Not really the toxic positivity per se, but the vicious reasoning that things are fine and will be fine and I'm fine.

The idea that grief is an offense and that feeling inconsolably sad is a kind of defeat, when the cure can come from crying, punching the walls and screaming that THIS IS NOT FAIR. The way wounds heal not when we build altars around them, but when we decide what to do with our pain. The difference between a garden and a cemetery is just what you put on the floor, right?

And it's such an interesting dynamic as the house needed to let go of the rope and the sister, on the contrary, needed to understand that it's impossible to let go completely, some things will carve a place in your heart forever and it's not necessary to recognize that some holes will never be filled? And isn't that as fair as understanding that there are many other things you can do with an open hole besides staring at it?

And isn't that a kind of love?

Well done, house 23.

Well done @neighbourlypod

[clockworkcheetah]

hm dabble listening to a bunch of podcasts but none so far are grabbing me

[starleska]

how would wally react to a neighbor who uses ASL (sign language) to talk?

i love your head canons!

thank you very much!!! you're so kind :3c ooooh this is a wonderful idea, thank you for sending it in!! just to let you know - i'm British (unfortunately), and my personal experience of sign language is influenced by BSL, so i've tried to make this widely applicable for anyone who may use sign language. i hope you don't mind! 🥰

Wally Darling x Reader Who Uses Sign Language headcanons

⭐ Wally is versed in several types of sign language, as well as Makaton and lip-reading. as a neighbourly fellow who is ever-curious about the lovely people who stumble into his life, Wally realised early on that communication via voiced speech alone wasn't inclusive, practical, or possible for some of his friends. in fact, Wally first began learning sign language to communicate with Julie, who has a tendency to become nonverbal when overwhelmed. soon, Wally and the rest of the neighbourhood realised the enormous benefits of being versed in sign language, and began hosting impromptu classes to practice their signing. everyone in the neighbourhood is able to communicate well through sign language, but Wally is undoubtedly the most fluent! ⭐ when Wally first meets you, he is adorably excited by the way you talk. although he loves talking to his friends through sign, Wally finds conversations with you incredibly stimulating. you're interesting, and funny, and know just what to sign to make him break out into peals of his odd, halting laughter. indeed, Wally talks much faster via sign than he does through verbal speech. he often gets swept up in the act of signing; sometimes, you'll need to grab hold of his hands to get him to slow down, as he signs too fast in his excitement! ⭐ Wally is fascinated by the visuals of you signing. as we know, Wally eats with his eyes, but the things he visually devours are not limited to food. early into your friendship, Wally shyly requests that you ramble to him in sign so he can become more accustomed to your unique movements and sign-related dialect. you're happy to do so, but after a few minutes of talking to Wally, you realise his eyes have grown large: akin to an owl's eyes, absorbing all light like a black hole. you gesture to Wally to snap him out of his trance, and it takes a few blinks for his pupils to return to their normal size. he giggles, and apologises, signing: "Sorry! You speak beautifully. I was hungry." for the rest of the day, you press Wally to elaborate on what he means, but he just gives you a coy look and a shake of his head. awww i loved writing this one, thanks so much @xo-destiny!! we need more sign language headcanons in the world, and discussion of disability and non-voiced ways of communication too. hope you like this 🥰💖

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 1 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 2

Summers spent cleaning the Georges' pool, mowing their lawn, fixing up their garage door, and giving the odd oil change to one of their cars was the norm for you. Your father had made it big as a self-made entrepreneur, climbing the ladder rung by rung all the way up from rock bottom, but he had ensured your upbringing reflected his humble roots. That meant that while you never had to go hungry like he did, your allowance was minimal. Enough for school lunch and a few dollars to spare.

Doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood had been your primary means of making money for the last couple of years. The block was pretty fancy, so not everybody wanted to hire some twerp with no experience when a professional was easily available. Even so, rich folk were surprisingly stingy. You had your own equipment, didn't ask for much and had a familiar face. The Georges were your longest-standing clients. Mowing their lawn in summer and shovelling their driveway in winter had been your job since you were thirteen.

That was probably the reason why Regina kept her distance instead of ridiculing you like everybody else. You went to the same high school, Northshore, but that was pretty much it. You hung around your own (loser) ilk and she had her (cool) troupe. She had this odd little clique with Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith. You didn't know much about the two girls and you couldn't really tell if Regina even liked them. They hung out so they had to have something in common, right? You were but an observer at the end of the day, no matter how your neighbourly vantage point gave you a glimpse into Regina's life.

You counted her ignoring you as a blessing. It would've cut deep to fall victim to her new ways. This persona wasn't that new, you had to admit, but when you'd known her since practically diapers, high school was a pretty new development. She'd never been what people would describe as sweet or nice, but this mean girl persona was on a whole other level.

To be fair, you could very well understand why Regina was the way she was. You knew Mr George. You'd sat at the same dinner table as him, had experienced first-hand how his presence weighed on his family. Especially on Regina. Your father was the same way, all sharp edges with no time for tenderness, not even- especially not for his daughter. That'd been the reason you'd gotten so close to Regina in the first place. Most of the time it was just Regina, her mom and you at their house. Mrs George left you two by yourselves a lot 'cause she had to take care of Kylie. You loved being at the Georges' house.

(Expect, of course, those select few times Mr George was also there. But that was rare. Regina didn't invite you over when he was home.)

And now it'd been reduced to this. You, fishing leaves from the pool. Regina, inside with her new friends. Mrs George, lounging on the patio with a virgin margarita, chatting with you when you rounded the pool closer to her. Kylie, probably in the sitting room dancing along to whatever they played on MTV.

You straightened from your slouched position and groaned at the ache in your back. You leaned back with your hands braced at your sides, trying to stretch out the crick.

"Mrs George?" You hollered and waved your arms in her direction.

"Yes, dear?" She brightened up, perching up in her sun bed.

"You mind if I put my headphones on while I mow the lawn?"

"Oh, sure, of course!" She waved a hand dismissively. "Remember the glasses! And once you're done why don't you have dinner with us?"

"I'll think about it, Mrs George." You smiled with thin lips, knowing you'd be turning the offer down. With that, you plugged your headphones into the Walkman at your hip and walked to the shed.

You wore the safety glasses obediently, knowing all it took to blind you was one unlucky pebble to the eye. Your dad had been sure to lecture you about workplace safety over the years, like every time you stepped foot in the shop, so at this point putting on embarrassing safety equipment was second nature.

The Georges had a big lawn. Stingy rich people, couldn't get one of those driveable mowers. You'd be pushing this cart around till nightfall, or something...

Usher's newest album blasting in your ears and the rumbling of the lawn mower muffling all background noise, you didn't notice her at first. By the time you caught sight of Regina standing on the patio stairs, looking your way, hands on her hips and a displeased frown on her lips, you feared you were too late.

You let the engine die and tugged your headphones away from your ears. "What?" You yelled across the pool.

She rolled her eyes before answering. "Mom wants you in for dinner."

"Oh," This had never happened before. Usually, Mrs George would come round to give you your payment, ask you to stay and you'd say no. She'd smile sadly and say "Maybe next time, sweetie".

"She made casserole," Regina said, inspecting her nails. What was for dinner was definitely not the reason for your hesitation.

"Uh, I don't wanna intrude-"

"You wouldn't have been invited if it was an intrusion, idiot." She cut in sharply. "Don't be rude." And so, she swept inside.

"Uh- I- I'll finish up as fast as I can!"

[alt-vera]

If you’re taking Joel requests, can I suggest a pre-virus where you’re being a good neighbourly citizen and always bringing him extra food you’ve cooked when you know he’s had a late shift (for Sarah and him) and one night there’s a knock at your door and he returns the favour of gifting you food, when Sarah’s at a friends house, so he stays for dinner and gets to know you except the dinner also comes with some slutty Joel

— cowboy take me away ⁀➷

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joel miller is surprised by how kind his new neighbour is. he decides he has to find a way to repay her.

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♡ | joel miller | 2.5k | ❛ cowboy take me away - the dixie chicks ❜

warnings: preoutbreak!joel miller. mentions of food/eating. thigh-riding. fingering. praise. piv sex. age gap. mdni.

note: very lowkey channeling that scene where jess brings rory food in gilmore girls n denies it was from him <3

❝ i wanna be the only one, for miles and miles, except for maybe you and your simple smile ❞

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JOEL HADN’T EXPECTED HIS NEW NEIGHBOUR TO BE SO… NEIGHBOURLY.

　Sure, he’d offer the polite wave and greeting every time the two of you would leave your houses at the same time, have small conversations when getting the mail, even sending out the offer to help you fix anything wrong with your new place.

　But Joel never imagined that he’d come home after a late shift to Sarah telling him how earlier you’d dropped off food for the two of them, and he certainly didn’t expect for it to become a common occurrence.

　It’s almost as if you had a sixth sense for when he’d be working late and couldn’t make Sarah a proper dinner. Or maybe you were just observational.

　At first, Joel was hesitant. Sure, he knew you, but he didn’t know you. What if you were some psycho freak who put poison in the food just for kicks?

　But one cautious bite into the dinner you made, and Joel knew that wasn’t the case. This food was prepared with heavy TLC; tender love and care.

　After two weeks of your graciously received meals, Joel decided to return the favour. He’d whipped up a hearty pasta salad, excusing it as a reason to use the stray veggies in the fridge for a nice summertime meal. You also seemed the healthy type; he’d snuck peeks of you doing yoga in your backyard multiple times, sports bra and leggings doing nothing to hide your figure.

　As he hovered his meaty fist over the solid wood of your door, the first pins of doubt began to needle him. Was this weird? Joel hadn’t been able to acknowledge your kindness at all, simply because he hadn’t seen you since you began your nearly daily meal runs. It was almost as if you were a ghost, dropping the food off to Sarah and disappearing into the simmering sunset.

　‘No,’ He finally decided. ‘I’m simply returning a favour.’

　He rapped at your thick door, the knocks echoing through the quiet neighborhood being painted by the hues of the sunset. A soft summer breeze flowed around him, cradling him with the smell of lilacs and faint barbecue.

　He tried not to jump when you answered the door almost instantly, a smile gracing your youthful features as your eyes scanned him. He suddenly felt very subconscious in his worn grey tee and ratty jeans. He shifted his weight in the soles of his workboots.

　“Joel Miller,” You greeted, elation present in your voice. “What can i do for you?”

　You didn’t address your dinner droppings at all, and Joel struggled to not let his eyes crinkle in confusion at that. Maybe it wasn’t you doing it? Or maybe you wanted to leave the simple kindness at that. Simple.

　Maybe he was overthinking everything, given he’d been there for only a minute.

　“I, uh, brought this for you,” He said gruffly, awkwardly holding out the tupperware filled with his delicately cooked pasta salad.

　“Come on in,” You welcomed, waving him into the house and shutting the door behind you. He took in his surroundings, breathing in the smell of lavender and linen, noticing how clean your house was despite being moved in for less than a month. He’d figured there’d still be boxes scattered around, like there was when he first moved into his house with Sarah, but everything was pristine and spotless.

　“Did Sarah put you up to this?” You asked, disappearing into the house. Joel took this as a cue to follow you, dinner still in hand as he clumsily shook off his heavy boots, listening to the sound of your voice to find you. “I told her you guys didn’t need to do anything in return. I just wanted to be helpful.”

　“Uh, yeah, she did,” Joel replied. A big fat lie. He did this entirely of his own volition. “Said I should return the kindness.”

　“Well, you might as well join me,” You replied softly, and Joel watched as you already moved to the cupboards, grabbing plates and cutlery. “Is it just you? Or should i grab another place setting for Sarah.”

　“No, she’s stayin’ the night at a friends house,” He replied, sitting down in the oaky chair at your kitchen table, putting the food down carefully, as if it were glass and he were afraid to drop and break it.

　You brought the place settings to him, and he watched you as you neatly organized everything, the smell of fresh flowers tickling his nose from the vase in the centre of the round table.

　You even went as far as to serve the food for him, pouring him a glass of water and making sure he had everything he needed before serving yourself and sitting down to eat.

　Joel tried not to relish in the domesticity of it all.

　“You really don’t need to bring us food,” He said after swallowing a bite of the meal, the sweetness of bell pepper lingering on his tongue. “Sarah can cook—well, she can cook grilled cheese and use the microwave, and that’s about it, but—“

　“No, no, I don’t mind,” You replied, smiling at him before taking a quick sip of water. “Sarah told me it was just the two of you, and I usually make too much anyway. I’m used to cooking for a big family, and now that i’m by myself…” You trailed off. “Well, i guess i’m just not used to portioning for one.”

　“Big family?” Joel prompted after a moment, not wanting silence to dig it’s sharp claws into the comfortable atmosphere around the two of you.

　You nodded. “Yup. Three brothers, all on sports teams. My mom worked a lot, ‘cuz she was an RN, so i’d have to make a lot of food for those knuckleheads. Learned how to barbecue at a very young age.”

　A chuckle escaped Joel at that. “Yeah, I know the feeling. My brother Tommy, well, he was on the football team. I mean, i was too, but boy he could turn a family sized meal into a meal for one.”

　The conversation flowed easily as the two of you ate. Talking about family, and the past, and the present. How the job Joel was currently working on was taking longer than it should. How you were settling into the neighbourhood.

　After the plates were cleared you set a chilled beer in front of Joel, the condensation beading and running down to create a wet ring on the top of your table.

　As he reached for a sip from the now half-empty bottle he winced, a sharp pain shooting through the muscles in his shoulder.

　“Bum arm?” You asked, and Joel nodded silently.

　“Been given me trouble for a few days now,” He mumbled, turning the cuff in a sloppy circle. “Must’ve pulled a muscle or somethin’.”

　You pulled your chair to him, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “Here, let me see,” You offered, gently taking his arm into your hands.

　“I’m a physical therapist,” You said softly, as if to explain your actions. Joel tried to ignore the smell of your perfume, and the soft tingles your feather-light grip left in it’s wake as you gently stretched his shoulder.

　You pulled your hands away, and Joel’s arm suddenly felt very cold, goosebumps raising on his skin.

　“Is that better?” You asked with a lopsided grin.

　Joel nodded, eyes studying your face now that he was closer to you. He traced your nose with your eyes, zeroing in on the slight tint on your cheeks and the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked. How your lips turned as you smiled, and how the faint beginnings of crows feet settled into the corners of your eyes.

　Without thinking, he kissed you. It was all too much for him; the floral smells, the proximity, the domesticated actions. It gave him a sense of warmth, drawing something deep within him that longed for someone to share life with. The feeling of home that your presence gave him.

　You kissed back, as if you were waiting patiently this whole time for him to make a move. Your lips melded into his, becoming whole as his tongue moved along yours, muscles twisting and melting into each other. When you pulled away you gazed at him with wide eyes, face heating into a rosy bloom and lips dewy and parted.

　No words left either of you as you led him up the stairs, steps creaking under your feet, and the absent minded thought crossed Joel’s brain that he’d have to come back and fix those steps for you.

　He lost all train of thought, though, when the two of you entered your bedroom. Clothes were tossed lazily onto the floor as you stripped each other, shirts and pants being discarded haphazardly until you both stood in your underwear, bodies tangling.

　Joel laid you softly onto the cotton of your comforter, your head resting against the pattern of bluebonnets on your pillowcases. The air between you held so much raw animosity, such a strong difference from the homey aura you’d created down stairs. Your eyes were wild, waiting for him to decide what he wanted to do you first.

　His breath fanned your skin, hairs raising as he undid your bra, settling between your parted thighs as he gently took one pebbled bud into his mouth, his stubble creating small red marks on your breast in his wake. A light sound escaped you, airy and desperate. His fingers found your other nipple, twisting as he worked.

　He could feel the warmth radiating off your cunt, feel it clenching around his thigh as he pressed his leg against your panties, rubbing slightly to create a delicious friction that had you whispering his name.

　He couldn’t hide his smile at the sounds you were making. He inched himself lower, unlatching from your nipple as he peppered kisses down your stomach to your navel, stopping as he reached the band of your lacy underwear. He traced the fabric, fingers hooking into them as he pulled them down your thighs, calloused pads tracing shapes into the plushness of your thigh.

　You mumbled his name again, and Joel caught your gaze, eyes clouded with hazy lust. “You’ve been treating me so well, baby,” He said wantonly, “Now let me pay ya back.”

　He entered one finger into you, wetness coating him as your gummy walls sucked him in. It didn’t take long until you were ready for another, and as he entered a second digit he pressed a chaste kiss to your clit, sucking it gingerly. A high pitched whine left your lips, and Joel couldn’t resist as he grinned into your pussy.

　He loved the sounds you were making. They sounded like music to his ears, clouding his mind with a foggy lust that kept him on a single-minded train of thought. “Those noises all for me, baby?” He questioned, keen smile still on his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him.

　He watched you nod, mouth coming to form words that died in your throat as he hit a special spot inside of you, your eyes glazing over as you started bucking against his hand, holding his fingers in a vice grip as you came around them.

　“Please, Joel,” You breathed out after you recovered from your winded state. Your dainty fingers found the band of his boxers, curling around it as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

　“I wanna hear ya say it,” He teased, watching as your eyes glanced uncertainly between him and his tented underwear.

　You hesitated for a moment before the words tumbled between your swollen lips. “Please fuck me, Joel.”

　Joel groaned as he lewd sounds left your mouth, nudging your hands aside to replace them with his own, quickly working himself out of his boxers. The simple way you said his name was enough to get him worked up.

　He palmed himself, running his hand over his cock to stroke himself skillfully, a drop of precum leaking from the fat tip. He pulled you closer to him by your hips, leaving prints that would be sure to mark you come tomorrow. He dragged his length through your folds, collecting the sloppy wetness that had accumulated.

　He began to push in, slowly, giving you time to adjust. You braced yourself, in turn your cunt began clenching around him, the tightness making it nearly impossible for him to continue to enter you.

　“You’ve gotta relax, baby,” He cooed gently, his thumb releasing pressure to rub tight circles around the jutted bone of your hip. You melted into his pleasant touch, relaxing just as he asked. He pushed himself further into you, your warm walls stretching around him. “That’s it. Good girl.”

　He continued to rub those soothing circles into your skin as he pressed himself into you, hips meeting as he reached the hilt. You let out a shaky breath, the pain of being spread soon turning to a dull pleasure.

　“Move, please,” You begged, and Joel was sure to give in right away, hips rolling indulgently against yours as you let out sounds of satisfaction. Your noises spurred him on further, and his gentle rolls soon turned into harsher snaps, heavy balls making sinful slaps against your bare skin.

　“Joel!” You exclaimed lewdly at his rougher actions, his thumb coming to brush your clit as you squeezed him, pleasure coursing through your veins.

　“So well, baby,” He murmured, barely being heard over the sound of skin on skin. “You’re takin’ me so well.”

　He changed his angle into one that mimic his fingers earlier, finding that spot inside you that had you cursing and clenching around him, eyes lolling back into your head as you squeezed your eyes shut, high over taking you. You felt as though you were in the clouds, wild blue sky washing you in it’s waves.

　Seeing you come undone from his actions fed Joel into his own orgasm, rutting into you tirelessly until he felt as though he was about to snap. He pulled out quickly, thick ropes of hot spend coating your stomach as he pumped himself.

　He barely caught his breath before he was grabbing tissues off of your bedside table and wiping up the mess he had made. Only after you were cleaned up did he allow himself to collapse beside you, thick arms pulling you to rest against his bare chest.

　“It wasn’t Sarah’s idea,” He confessed after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I wanted to make ya dinner.

　“I know,” You replied, voice soft as he felt you smile against his skin.

　“I think i wanna make ya dinner again,” He spoke again, and you lifted yourself up to face him. His deep eyes stared back into your own, the corners crinkling as a grin spread across his face. It was warm, and sweet, like thick honey on a summer day.

　“If it means i can repay you the way you just repaid me, then i’m all for it.”

　You let out an airy laugh as Joel pulled you in for a soft kiss.

　“If it means I can be close to you like this,” He said fondly, “Then i’ll have to start cookin’ for ya more often.”

[radicalreliablerandomness]

Podcast Rec Masterpost

I've been asked a couple times for podcast recommendations so I thought I'd post a compilation of some shows and a bit of info about them. Most shows I talk about are tagged below (I ran out of tags) so you can look through fan content as well if you're not one to care about spoilers. My asks are still open for personalized recs if you send me some others that you've listened to just because I love you, yes that's right! You. The person reading this right now!

Here goes!

Dungeons And Daddies *not a BDSM podcast

This show is a dnd actual play podcast. The first season is about four dads from our world lost in the Forgotten Realms in search of their lost sons. It’s a comedy but as with all comedies, you will cry by the end of it. It's super easy to get into with great chemistry between all the cast players and the dm, no prior knowledge of dnd is necessary. They do invoke slight horror sometimes so do keep an eye out for content warnings. Season 1 has 68.5 episodes along with bonus content and a mini campaign in between seasons 1 and 2. Season 2 is currently ongoing. Transcripts available.

The Bright Sessions

This is a science fiction podcast. The premise is a collection of clinical recordings of superpowered people's therapy sessions. The plot gets more interesting and convoluted as you get further in. Incredible voice acting filled with emotion. Does have some heavier discussions so be on the lookout for content warnings. It has 7 seasons (the last two are technically not part of the first five seasons' plot) and is completed. Transcripts available.

Hello From the Hallowoods

A post-apocalyptic fiction podcast. A beautifully written and preformed podcast that explores identity, religion, and other themes in vignettes throughout this haunted world narrated by an omniscient being. Some heavier topics are included so check the content warning before each episode. Seasons 1 and 2 are completed and season 3 will be done soon. Transcripts available.

The Magnus Archives

A horror fiction podcast. A well written chronological story told through anthology which seem to be tape recordings from a paranormal investigation institute. Incredible writing and actors that really bring it to life. This is horror so make sure to check the content warnings. The show is completed at 5 seasons. Transcripts available.

Neighbourly

Another horror fiction podcast! An interesting look into all the houses on Little Street and their peculiarities. Some more peculiar than others. The podcast is absolutely delightful with a horribly fun narrator. I would suggest checking the content warnings as some episodes are more intense than others. The show has 2 completed seasons. Transcripts available.

The Fall of the House of Sunshine

A musical mystery fiction podcast. The first season is about an investigation on the murder of a beloved host of a children's tooth-themed show. That's all I can say without spoilers. There are 3 incredible seasons along with short stories in between each season. Transcripts available until halfway through season 2.

Welcome to Nightvale

Possibly the most well known science fiction podcast, it really speaks for itself but I'll do my spiel anyways. Recorded as snippets of a daily radio broadcast, the show details the weird goings on in this strange desert town of Nightvale. Narrated almost completely by the radio host's smooth voice. It's ongoing and is currently sitting at 233 episodes. Transcripts available.

The Two Princes

A fictional queer romance podcast. It takes place in that special part of fiction that always starts with "once upon a time," it feels like a story book almost. The show is based around two boys meeting in the woods. Spoiler alert: they fall in love. It's just a cute feel good show. The podcast is complete at 3 seasons. Spotify auto-generated transcripts available.

What's the Frequency?

A self described psychedelic noir podcast. It's an absolute blast even if it is a bit hard to follow. Takes place in the 1940s in LA when all radio broadcasts were turned to static. You kind of just have to go with it until you get to the end. Completed at 12 episodes. Transcripts available.

Story Break

A writer's room podcast. The basic concept behind Story Break is 3 Hollywood writers in a room together take a prompt and try to make a story for it in an hour. There are many laughs in this podcast and just all around good humor and vibes. The show is complete at 169 episodes plus two full movie scripts. No transcript.

Who Killed Avril Lavigne

A science fiction podcast. It's about a time traveling pop punk loser and that's all you need to know. It's a podmusical so you'll be getting great nostalgic pop punk type songs along with crying from laughing so hard. Completed at 8 episodes. No transcript.

The Behemoth

A fiction podcast. Based around an unexplainable creature emerging from the ocean and how the world, and one girl in particular, deal with this phenomenon. It is pretty short with the longest episode being about 12 minutes. Completed at 20 episodes. No transcript.

Rude Tales of Magic

A dnd actual play podcast. It is mainly focused on the actual roleplay and story telling as opposed to the actual play. A handful of college students from Polaris University fuck the world up by completing a hazing ritual which in this case is a supposedly demon summoning. Obviously now they need to fix the world. Currently 64 episodes and ongoing. No transcript.

Midnight Burger

A very well written fiction podcast. It’s about a time/space traveling diner where the employees try to help solve a problem every place they land. Think Doctor Who adjacent vibes but with more drama. There is an overarching plot that comes together so look out for that. It has incredible characters that are really nicely fleshed out. You’ll somehow like and hate all of them as much as possible in the best way. Currently has 29 episodes of the main feed and a 9 episode mini-series. Transcript available.

Monstrous Agonies

A fiction podcast. It’s an radio advice segment on a station for “liminal Britain” aka the monstrous world to put it plainly. It’s really chill and comforting. There’s very good advice there and the intermittent ad reads will have you giggling to yourself. Episodes are on the shorter side, averaging about 15 minutes each. It does have some heavier discussions so make sure to check the content warnings. The show is completed at 111 episodes through 3 seasons. Transcripts available.

Desert Skies

A fiction podcast. The voice acting in this one is incredible, it’s the same person the whole time. The show as a whole is also just super well done. The premise is that when you die you show up on a highway and get to this astral pit stop. I’m not going to spoil it anymore you just have to experience it. There is an additional show, Desert Skies FM that's a buddy to this one. I recommend listening to both. Season 1 was completed at 12 episodes. Transcripts available.

Wooden Overcoats

A sitcom dramedy podcast. The show is about two siblings that run a funeral home on an island. It used to be the only one, it isn’t anymore. It has a wacky cast of characters and even wackier plot points. The dialogue can be a little hard to get used to at the beginning but once you get into it it flows easily. The show is completed at 4 seasons. Transcripts available.

Greater Boston

An audio drama podcast. It's set in Boston if you couldn't tell from the title and starts with the death of a man on a rollercoaster. It blends real life with some subtle (and at times not-so-subtle) fantasy elements. It's currently at 4 completed seasons. Transcript available.

Gay Future

A science fiction podcast. In a world where everyone is gay in the future we focus on this one straight kid. Following his journey to destroy the government who are making everyone gay. This is a satire by the way. 1 season completed at 6 episodes. No transcripts.

Death by Dying

A dark comedy podcast. The show follows an obituary writer while he does things that are totally under the jurisdiction of his job. A well written and preformed show. There are a lot of laughs and obviously some heartbreaks as well. Currently 1 completed season with season 2 sitting at 2 episodes for a bit now. Transcript available.

Not Another D&D Podcast

An actual play dnd podcast. This one's more mainstream than my other podcasts so I don't talk about it as much but that doesn't mean it's not incredible. The first campaign is about 3 adventurers off to save the world. Obviously. It can be a bit slow in the beginning but anything past the second half of the first season is incredible. There's humor, drama, love, and much more. The DM is also just incredible. 1 completed season, a couple mini campaigns, and the second season is currently at 43 episodes. No transcripts.

Forgive Me!

A fiction podcast. It starts based around vignettes of confessionals in this small town taken by a new father in the local church. An overarching plot is present but it's generally a feel good, sweet and simple show. They have 2 complete seasons with season 3 currently at 9 episodes. Transcripts available.

Real Housewives of D&D

An actual play dnd podcast. This show is based around the concept of a "Real Housewives..." type show but you don't need to know anything about those to listen to this. It's about 4 reality TV stars thrown into a magical fantasy world with no knowledge of how to get home. There's drama, excitement, danger, and lots more. The first season was just completed at 16 episodes. Transcripts available.

The Silt Verses

A horror fiction podcast. Two people who worship a banned god travel together up a river in a pilgrimage. There is incredible worldbuilding in this show along with acting and sound design. This is horror and a very good one at that so make sure you check content warnings. Season 1 and 2 are completed and season 3 is at 2 episodes so far. Transcripts available.

The Land Whale Murders

A comedy fiction podcast. It takes place in the year 1899 and is about a pair of friends? maybe not, that metaphorically explore the world they're living in. It is a commentary on the world we live in and the problems in it through a hilarious and wacky cast. There are currently 17 episodes between both seasons 1 and 2. Transcripts available.

Elaine's Cooking for the Soul

A post-apocalyptic cooking podcast. The show is about a dentist who makes her way through the fallout of an apocalypse while also making a cooking podcast. It does have depictions of violence, war, and dentistry so check out the content warnings. There are 2 completed seasons. No transcripts.

Fawx and Stallion

A mystery podcast. If you hate Sherlock Holmes you'll love this podcast. Also if you love Sherlock Holmes you'll love this podcast. It's based around the detectives who live across the street from Holmes at 224B Baker street. It's pretty goofy. Season 1 is completed. Transcripts available.

The Amelia Project

A fiction podcast. Follow the shenanigans of this death-faking organization as they take in new clients and hear their stories. It does develop an actual overarching plot later on but every second is fun. Seasons 1-4 have been completed and season 5 is in progress. Transcripts available.

A Voice From Darkness

A horror podcast. It's centered around a radio show hosted by Dr. Malcolm Ryder, Parapsychologist. He helps people who call into his show with supernatural problems, gives PSAs and warnings about strange happenings, and more. Season 1 is completed and season 2 is at 9 episodes. Transcripts available.

Station Arcadia

A dystopian fiction podcast. Formatted through a radio show, it tells the story of a world that's slowly dying. There are vignettes of different characters through different areas of the world. Season 1 is completed at 25 episodes. Transcripts available.

Margaret's Garden

A science fiction podcast. It has two plots running at the same time which keeps you on your toes but makes for an intriguing story line. In one plot line, two agents are sent to investigate the strange happenings of a weird little long abandoned town. Simultaneously, we hear from the past of that town as it catches up to the agents. Completed at 10 episodes. Transcripts available.

Camp Here & There

A horror comedy podcast. It's recorded as a set of daily announcements over a loudspeaker at a totally normal summer camp. The announcements are made by the camp nurse and he's also totally normal. I promise. Make sure to check in with the content warnings as some topics are a little mature or graphic. There are currently 34 episodes. Transcripts available.

Wayward Guide for the Untrained Eye

A companion horror podcast. This is actually a bit meta because it is the result of a youtube series. This show is the one the podcast hosts in the series release, it's definitely worth both the watch and the listen though. It's got werewolves and drama. Completed at 10 episodes of video and 10 of the podcast. No transcripts.

I am in Eskew

A horror podcast. It's about a man who's trapped in a city where the buildings always change and the rain never stops. There's a weird monotonous creeping horror in this show that just draws you in. Check for content warnings definitely. Completed at 30 episodes. Transcripts available.

Traveling Light

A comfy cozy fiction podcast. It follows The Traveller on their exploration through space, visiting alien planets and collecting stories to send back to their community. For supporters of the show, it almost functions as a choose-your-own-adventure with choices to vote on and listener submissions. It's made by the same people as Monstrous Agonies so if you enjoyed that, you'd enjoy this and vice versa. There are currently 16 episodes. Transcripts available.

Not yet described but still recommended:

Eeler’s Choice

The Secret of St Kilda

The Endless Ocean

The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio

The Sword & The Stoner

World Gone Wrong: a fictional chat show about friendship at the end of the world

[mochiroreo]

Oh goodie! Pt. 2 [smile, you’re on camera]

18+ MDNI

Pairing: (Dark)Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x (Dark)Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.

Word count: 10.9k (I stopped myself AAAAA)

Trigger warning (for this chapter): a

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. NONCON. Manipulation. Gaslighting. NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE. 100% FILTH. Obssession. MEAN STEDDIE. Non-consensual recording. Fingering. Squirting. Tiddy sucking. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it please) age gap. Hidden relationships. Spanking. Overstimulation. She/her pronouns. Pet names (no use of y/n).

Author’s note: thank you so much for the support on part 1! Never have I ever thought that my first ever smut fic would get this much love! As always, I am still learning on how to write fics and stories in general, you guys don’t have any choice but to learn with me hehe. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or typos! This was also non-beta’d oops. Love lots! 💖

You woke up snug on your blanket and plushies, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

You slowly sat down, looking around to realize that you’re just in your room which made you confused on what happened. Your eyes felt tired from crying as your mind went back to the events last night. You remember how Steve’s thick fingers felt hot on your skin, on your thighs, in between your legs. And how he pumped them in and out of you in an unforgiving pace. How Eddie’s strong,firm, tattooed arms held you while playing with your breasts with his mouth.

Your face immediately went hot with all those vivid details, your legs closing in instinct with the sudden surge of emotion while your heart beats loudly in your chest. It felt so wrong to you that it made your skin crawl. So wrong that you’re afraid it might have already ruined your blossoming neighbourly relationship with them. Your eyes were tearing up as you blame yourself for letting it get out of hand. For letting yourself be held by them. The guilt slowly eating you up. You held your face and tried to breathe in and out as you tremble, trying to get out of your bed.

Slowly walking outside of your room, you peek left and right to make sure that you’re alone. Making your way downstairs, you have noticed how you’re now wearing a pair of pyjamas. With your stomach grumbling, you headed straight to your kitchen for a glass of water while thinking what you can cook, convincing yourself that you cannot be sick while wallowing in guilt. Putting your glass on the countertop, you noticed some take away boxes with a sticky note.

“Hey princess,

We hope you’re feeling fine. We bought you some food, so please eat up once you wake up. We’re working overtime today and this week in general, so we won’t be around much. We wanted to give you space either way.

Here’s our number if it gets too much. Don’t forget to message us when you wake up.

Love,

Steve & Eddie xx”

At the bottom of the note, both their numbers were scribbled with hearts around it. The note would’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the emotions that you’re feeling. You held the containers of food and just decided that you’re not hungry anymore, putting them away inside the fridge. You held the note in your hand, planning to throw it away before deciding against it. Putting it inside your pocket.

The feeling of guilt wasn’t just about you doing the sexual acts. You’re pretty sure that your friends have done so much more, the constant gossip of ‘who slept with who’ and ‘how long did they last, or did you last’ was around you since you were 16, though remaining ignorant on the actual deed. The amount of romance books with detailed scenes about sex made up for your lack of experience, though its “vanilla” like what they’ve said. It doesn’t bother you one bit, though it does make you redder than red with how oblivious you still are when it comes to the real thing. No prior experience till now.

What bothers you is that how out of all people you could have done it with, you did it with the neighbours that was just planning to help you and look out for you. At least, that’s what you think. Your mind is telling you that it's your fault, not theirs even though at the back of your head, someone is telling you that it is indeed their fault... Seeing how your parents even trusted them to look after you while they’re out of town, you never doubt your parents' judgement, so you know that it’s only your fault. Your mistake. You gripped your hair out of frustration, ignoring the gnawing feeling of self-pity laced with confusion if what happened last night was wrong even though it felt right. You took a deep breath, running your hands on your face with a sigh.

Your mind is racing on how they would look at you now. You’re scared that they might tell your parents how you acted towards them when they were just trying to help you out. You can’t help but think that maybe its okay to text them, before deciding not to cause you really don’t know what to say to them.

You took a warm bath, ignoring the shivers while you wash yourself. Memories from last night just won’t leave you the whole day. Biting your bottom lip, you sighed while breathing in the scent of strawberries and honey from your body wash and hair products. The day went by with you feeling down, feeling as if not only did you disappoint your parents, but you have also taken advantage of Steve and Eddie’s kindness. Wearing a pair of comfy pyjamas, you’ve let your mind rest and drifted off to sleep, telling yourself that you’ll be avoiding Steve and Eddie at all costs for now. You do not want them to get an idea of you taking advantage of them or their kindness, of disappointing your parents even further if word comes out. You do not want to feel the confusion of it all again.

Eddie and Steve did not like it at all.

They did not like it one bit. Steve watches Eddie pace back and forth, constantly checking his phone before looking at Steve, working on his laptop, which only made the man sigh. “No message, Eds.” Steve calmly says, showing his phone screen. Eddie groaned in frustration before letting out loud series of swear words. “Fuck! She’s been avoiding us, Steve! It's almost one week!” Eddie’s chest is slowly heaving, his wifebeater barely containing his taut chest with how fitted it is to him. He took several deep breaths, stretching his arms before sighing and taking a sit on his armchair sofa. Inked arms flexing as he took hold of the sides of the chair before ruffling his soft locks in madness.

Steve dropped by to his house when he noticed that all the lights in your house are off except your room. He just finished his jog when he went past your place, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a fitted shirt. He knocked on Eddie’s door to let the other know that you’re trying to avoid both of them based on how you did not reach out. Eddie immediately threw a tantrum, thinking that what happened last week was enough to somehow show you how they wanted you. How much they needed you. Steve pushing the idea that you are made for them.

They sat side by side, Eddie passing Steve a blunt which he gladly accepts. Taking a deep breath, Steve blew the smoke upwards, the weed easing his and Eddie’s nerves. Steve has never been that much vocal compared to when he was younger. Sure, maybe in bed or when he is having fun in genral. But never when he’s mad now, which made him harder to read throughout the years. And in Eddie’s eyes, that’s what made him a tad bit scarier than him. Steve calls it “emotional maturity”, Eddie calls it “manipulative asshole 2.0”, thinking that he’s the 1.0 version.

They know that they’re spiralling down towards this obsession towards you. That magnetic pull when they opened the door and found you, its like what they’ve been unknowingly wishing for all throughout. They’re very much aware that if people knew, they’ll frown and get disgusted with how perverse their actions are, but they’re pretty sure that even their friends, Jonathan and Billy, would get where they’re coming from. You are just so— divine. Perfect in every way in their eyes. Your shyness, the soft timbre of your voice, the way you swoon under your parents’ touch when they praise you for being such a good girl— just the air that you breathe makes them drunk enough to constrict their air flow. You fit flawlessly on the gaps they didn’t know they have.

“I have a feeling she’s confused. Guilty, even. Pretty sure that’s what been running inside that pretty little head of hers.” Eddie spoke, taking a deep breath to feel the high immediately. “I think she needs to smoke some weed.” He joked, eyeing Steve. Steve’s eyes widened a bit before changing position and seating down the couch in a more comfortable manner.

“Do you still have some goods on you, Munson?” Steve asked him with hazy eyes, ashing the blunt. Eddie looked at him with a scoff, pouring the both of them some whiskey in a glass. His ring-clad fingers clacked on the bottle and the glass when he grabbed it to offer one to Steve. “I’m a fucking changed man, Harrington.” He smirked, taking a drink and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat.

“I know, but do you still have some on you?” Steve rolled his eyes, also taking a sip of his alcohol. “What do you need? I can get it from some of my friends at the other side of town, where me and the band used to play.” Steve gave the other a smile, taking another hit. “Can you get some Ketamine? You decide how much.” The long-haired man looked at Steve with confusion before it clicked when Steve just gave him a knowing look. A loud cackle left Eddie’s mouth, the gears in his mind slowly clicking as he connects the dots of Steve’s ideas. They both salivate at the thought of having you, knowing how their actions are crossing the borderline of obsession without the guarantee of going back once they have a proper taste of you.

And it looks like they don’t even have the plan of going back.

Your parents came back briefly from their trip, your face glowing as you watch them tell you about their latest ventures and things that they got you as it reminded them of you. You swallow down the urge of telling them the events, basking in their smiles and comfort when they praised you on how you’re so understanding of them, at the same time apologising for being barely beside you. You shake your head with a smile, before giving them each a peck while saying how much you love them and how happy you are already by seeing them come home.

Running down the stairs when your mom called you, you did not notice that Steve and Eddie were present, talking to your dad while having some beer at the dining table. Your smile slowly faltered, replaced with with wide eyes laced with embarrassment. Steve heard your steps, looking at your direction before Eddie followed. They both gave you a warm smile, your dad doing the same. “Peach! They were just telling me how you are such a good girl for not giving them a headache when they were looking after you. Cannot thank these men enough, makes me feel at ease knowing that there’s an adult figure around you while me and your mom’s out and about with work.” You dad exclaimed with a smile, giving both men with a pat on the back. “Just tell me when one of you gentleman feels like going on a date, I can hook you up with one of my single friends or colleagues.” Your mom teased, giggling at her statement.

You faked a smile, nervously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. You don’t get why they would lie about them looking after you when you are sure that they know you did not step outside your house the whole time your parents are gone. But you are also thankful that they haven’t mentioned anything to your parents. You focused your gaze on your house slippers, before trying to block out their conversation. You feel Eddie’s eyes follow you as you go through your fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon before sitting down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “Mom, what did you call me for?” Asking her with your mouth full of ice cream, she only laughed at you before grabbing a napkin and wiping the sides of your mouth. The action made you smile, scrunching your nose to which both men ound adorable, hoping they would be the ones to do it soon.

“Me and your dad might need to go back at our old house to sort the deed and for smoother transitions of our jobs. Apparently, something wasn’t filed properly in regard to our old property. While some files are missing from our old office, so me and you dad is thinking that maybe we can sort it out the sooner the better.” She explained, a melancholic expression writte on her face as she watches your expression change. “Oh...” you muttered “but there’s going to be a storm, they say.” You tried to reason out.

“I know honey, which might make this trip longer. Like our previous trip overseas.” your chest felt heavy, resisting the urge to cry and telling her your mistakes, you just gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mom smiled back, before whispering a series of apologies.

Steve watched the whole interaction, eavesdropping. As a latch key child himself, he’s happy that despite being your parents being barely there, they never shied away from showing you affection and assurance even though it's not always enough. He keeps his emotions at bay, because even though he is at awe, he is also annoyed at you. Annoyed at how you’re acting that nothing happened that night. At how you refused to leave your house, not even texting them when they gave you their number. Since that night, all Steve thought about was how you tasted. How it engulfed all his senses. He kept on telling Eddie how sinful you tasted even though the other guy had his share as well.

You felt Steve’s burning stare, meeting his eyes when you looked up. You felt your cheeks heat up, before putting your head down. Eddie’s laughter is ringing throughout the kitchen, telling your parents some wild stories about his youth. You excused yourself after knowing when your parents will leave once again, eyes planted onto the floor the whole time you’re walking towards your room.

For you, the nights are getting colder and lonelier. Trying to stop the wobbling of your lip as you’re close to crying, you bit you bottom lip before wiping your eyes.

There was a faint knock on your door while you were reading a book inside your room. Fixing your glasses, you looked up before answering “come in”. Your door slowly opened, revealing Steve and Eddie. Steve looks dashing, wearing his usual black office slacks, a grey button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Eddie wearing his black leather jacket, fitted top underneath with his black ripped jeans.

Your eyes widened a little, taking them in and how they look so good every time you see them before distracting yourself with the book in front of you. “H-hi?” They barely heard your greeting as you put your book down, fixing your glasses while avoiding their stares. Their stares felt heavy, making your palms clammy and sweaty with the sudden nervousness you’re feeling as memories from weeks before came back. Both of them looked around your room, both thinking how adorable you decorated it. Pink walls decorated with pastel blue trinkets, fairy lights, tons of plushies with some books littered all over the carpeted floor.

“Can we talk, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his brown doe-eyes focused on you, face laced with concern. Steve just gave you a small smile, looking around your room more before his eyes landed on the unfinished shelves. He took a mental note on how he can help you with your room soon.

You nodded your head obediently, motioning for them to come in as you push 2 stools towards them. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guests inside my room. Do you want to seat on my bed instead?” You asked them in a hushed tone, intimidated with how big of a contrast they are to your room. Eddie softly chuckled, moving both stools so they can sit directly in front of you. Both of them sat down, their huge frames struggling to even sit comfortably. “No no, this is alright. Quite comfy.” Eddie joked, making you giggle before taking a seat.

“I—“ you started, grabbing a plushie beside you while you try to ease your nerves. “I uhm— i’m sorry.” You softly whispered, looking up to Eddie and Steve with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, looking fill of remorse. This took both of them off-guard, expecting you to tell them to fuck off or how you’ll tell your parents about what they did. Taking a shaky breath, you continued “I-I really did not want to— I swear I did not mean it to h-happen. Y-you’re just trying to help cause my mom and-and daddy— they know you’re both kind and I did that but— but it felt so good, and I don’t know why” you try to explain while your eyesight gets blurry, lips forming into a pout while your brows furrowed in frustration while you pour your heart out.

Eddie’s breath hitched, while Steve took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.” Leaning in, Steve answered in a hushed voice, not wanting your parents to come in after telling them that him and Eddie will just have a quick chat with you to see if you’re fine with them looking after you. “It felt good, right?” The older man asked to which you nod your head before whispering “yes.” “It’s not wrong, baby.” Eddie looked at your face, your eyes red while you sniff. “Baby, look at me” his voice dipped lower, giving Steve a quick side eye. “It wasn’t wrong, okay? It felt good, it felt so good. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

You tried to hold your stare while feeling so embarrassed, you only nodded. Steve tsk-ed, shaking his head “words, baby. Come on.” God, the room was suffocating. With such heavy stares, the air felt thick and as if trying to close in on you. Your mind is reeling on all the emotions that are so new to you that you don’t even know what is happening, and what words are coming out of your mouth. Every breath they both take; you feel on your skin. Their close proximity is leaving you no room to have clear thoughts on what they’re even saying to you.

“Yes. F-felt good. But— but I don’t know. Its still wrong..” Closing your eyes in frustration, you try to clear your thoughts even though its invaded by Steve and Eddie’s silhouettes. Steve looked at you in awe, mischievousness glinting in his eyes while he takes you in. He knows you’re fighting yourself. He knows you are having an inner turmoil on what the heck is happening and how things are progressing. He knows that even though the guilt is slowly consuming you, you wanted it to happen again.

Eddie watched you take deep breathes, his mind reeling on how you look so delectable while you consider what is even happening with you and how they’re playing with you. Like Steve, its evident to him that you were trying to stop the unseeable force that pushes you towards them. He wanted to run his fingers over your whole body. His eyes started travelling lower before he stopped himself and spoke again.

“What about this, we will give you some time to think about what happened. It’s a lot, we know it sweetheart. So, just put it aside for now, okay? As long as we know now about what you thought about it. As long as you don’t push us away.” The statement made you gasp slightly, shaking your head “oh no-! I-I would never!” You looked at them with wide eyes, slightly panicking that you just gave them the idea that you will be ignoring them even. Steve just chuckled at how cute you are, his hand now finding your arm while he rubs it up and down gently. The touch made your insides gooey, oddly liking the warmth of his palm.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted. How about you come to our place for dinner, when your parents leave?” Steve continued his actions, watching how your face slowly shows doubt. Before you can even answer, he continued while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear “you know, we thought it would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. Some nice dinner meal to ease your shyness around us. Kind of like a sleepover, somehow.” He looked straight to your eyes, smiling.

And when Steve gave you a tender smile, your indecisiveness disappeared, finding yourself nodding before answering and accepting their offer. Eddie and Steve gave you a quick hug, before leaving your room. You stood in the middle of your room awkwardly, holding both of your cheeks on your hands.

“Wednesday.” You whispered to yourself, looking at your calendar “2 days after mom and dad leaves.”

20 minutes early.

You are 20 minutes early, standing awkwardly in front of the massive black oak door that you feel like will eat you one of these days. This is the first time you’ve visited Eddie’s house. Looking at his house with amazement on how gothic and mysterious his house looks like overall, the complete opposite to Steve. You love how the blacks and reds are evident on every exterior part of the house, even his garden, that you’re pretty sure the inside of his house would be the same. The metal dragon decorations kind of intimidating you.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your glasses and your knee-high socks. You went over your outfit in your mind once again, figuring that if you don’t like it anymore, you can always run back home, and change given that you’re early either way. You’re wearing a pink checkered skirt, paired with knee high socks that has some lace at the end while wearing a thick platform loafer shoes. You chose a cream cardigan, leaving the top and bottom buttons unbuttoned that fits your simple make-up and your low pig tails.

Shaking off your anxiety, you scold yourself on how you’re overreacting as if you’re going on a date with them when in fact its just going to be a friendly dinner. You ignore the dreadful gut feeling that you kept on getting throught the days leading up to the said dinner, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine and you’re with the adults that your parents trust either way.

Easing the nervousness out of you after a 5-minute pep talk, you gain the courage to finally press Eddie’s doorbell which made your insides queasy. The seconds dragged by as if they’re hours, thinking that maybe you should run back home now and text them that you have a stomach-ache or the flu. You were seriously considering it before the door opened, revealing Eddie in a loose metallica shirt and a black denim short that shows off more of his pale,tattoed skin. His pretty brown eyes widened as he open his arms for a quick hug to which you shyly gave him. “Oh sweetheart, look at you. So pretty.” His eyes scanned your whole body, loving how his flattery dusted your cheeks pink. “Mr. Munson, please.” “What did I say? Call me Eddie.” You giggled shyly, playfully giving his shoulder a shove.

You look fucking delicious in his eyes, how your whole existence is begging him to ruin you on the spot. The pigtails, the fucking skirt that he is pretty sure will show your ass to them if you lean over, and oh how your knee-high socks emphasise your thighs. You are perfect. Deliciously perfect for them to eat your innocence whole and not share it with the world.

Eddie’s smile widened, his name giving him goosebumps when you whispered it. “Just saying the truth,” he continued, guiding you inside his house. “Welcome to my humble abode” he gave you a quick tour on his living room, before finding your way towards the kitchen where you can hear someone moving around. “Is that our princess, Eds?” The nickname made you chuckle, scratching your nape embarrassingly while you walk towards Steve. “The one and only” the longer haired guy answered with a grin, pushing you softly towards Steve. Steve immediately swoons on how you’re dressed up, eyes wrinkling as he gives you the biggest smile. “Oh darling look at you! Is this all for us?” He cooed, giving him a playful shove like what you did to Eddie. Steve only chuckled, grabbing some plates to plate up the dinner he made. “I hope you’re a big fan of roast?” He asked to which you only nod.

Eddie grabbed some cutleries, motioning for you to follow him towards the dinner table. The table was decorated so beatifully, some red candles with gothic candle holders adorn the table making you gasp in awe. “These are like the ones from the book that I’ve read!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together while Eddie laughs loudly at your reaction. “What type of books have you been reading, doll?” He playfully asks, pulling your chair out while Steve arranges your plate for you.

Their actions felt so domestic that you needed to pull your head out from the clouds and tell yourself that its just dinner between good friends and that they’re adults, they probably like women their age anyways. Women cooler than you. You were deep in thought before Steve served you a glass of juice and a glass of wine for him and Eddie. “Thank you for this” you tell them with a smile, sitting comfortably on your chair. Eddie just grinned while Steve waved his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

The dinner went too well that for the first time this evening, you weren’t feeling nervous or shy around them. You joked around while you tell them your hobbies, from baking to reading. Steve telling you how he wants to learn how to bake too, urging Eddie to tease him about his sudden decision about learning how to bake. Eddie told you briefly about his background, how he was in a band before earning a lot by being a producer and owning his own record store. Steve,meanwhile, told you about his job at his father’s company before making his own that handles sports and golf clubs. Your mouth was open the whole time, gasping and in awe on how they managed to accomplish so many things on their age to which they only shrugged before saying thank you with a humble smile.

You all moved to Eddie’s lounge room, after getting kicked out by the said man for trying to help with cleaning and washing the dishes. Steve told you about how him and Eddie met after they graduated highschool through common friends, even though they went to the same school. You asked him why, saying that he’ll tell you more about their highschool life once you warm up to them completely to which you just smile in an understanding way.

Eddie came to the lounge room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other holds two glasses. He gently puts them on the table, looking at you. “So, we’ve figured out that since the night is still young, might as well drink a little. Do you want me to make you a cocktail, peach? I make some mean cocktails” Eddie gave you a smile, pouring some whiskey on his glass.

“Uhm I don’t know..” you answered, unconsciously fiddling with your fingers while you shift on your seat. “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun! Just to loosen up, nothing too hard.” Steve leaned in a bit, his smile tugging on your chest to say yes. You looked at Eddie that gave you just a smirk, tilting his head “anddd, your parents are not here. They won’t know, we won’t tell them. We promise. Scouts honour.” He held his left hand up, making you laugh “you’re not even a boy scout Mr. Munson— I mean, Eddie. But okay, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, giving both of them a roll of your eyes, making Steve scoff while poking your sides saying how sassy you are; Eddie already gone to make you your sweet cocktail.

Eddie grabbed a margarita glass, quickly making work of a strawberry margarita while adding more strawberry puree on the mix to make it sweeter. He took a glance on where you and Steve are, making sure Steve is distracting you before sliding his hand on his back pocket to get a small baggie with a white powder. Putting in half of the bag on your drink before shaking it, he quickly puts it back on his back pocket before decorating your drink with fresh strawberries.

He went back to the lounge room, watching Steve laugh at your reaction when you took a big gulp on the whiskey. “Steve!” You cried before coughing, “you told me it will taste nice!” You pouted, huffing and crossing your arms while the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol lingered on your tongue. Steve only laughed harder, clutching his stomach “I did not tell you to drink almost half of it! Geez!” He wiped his teary eyes from laughing too hard, before calming down. Eddie sat beside you, handling you the pink concoction “Here you go mi lady, one strawberry margarita for you made by the best.” He boasted, giving Steve a side eye while the latter just returned it with a smirk, taking a sip of his almost empty whiskey.

“Are you sure this is sweet, Eddie? My first-time drinking alcohol and Steve made me drink a yucky one” you scrunched your nose in disgust, pouting to which Eddie cooed “trust me, I told you I will make you a mean cocktail. Drink slowly though, it might hit you too hard given that its your first-time drinking.” You eyed the margarita, before slowly taking a sip. Your eyes widened, a smile slowly creeping up your face “this tastes so so good!” You took more sips before giving Eddie a pat on the back “sorry for doubting you!” You giggled, loving the taste of the drink.

You hummed while drinking it, unaware of how both men are watching you while continuing your conversations with them. Unconsciously, you started talking animatedly about random topics about you, sipping you drink constantly as Eddie pours more to your glass. You just watched him while giggling, taking another sip. Time went by as all of you talked from one topic to the other then all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. Too dizzy for a 2 and a half glass of margarita.

You started fanning yourself, fiddling with your top as you try to remain seated and act that nothing is wrong. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes for a bit as another wave of dizziness washed over you, your heart racing while your body kept on getting hotter. You opened your eyes and held on to the couch, clutching it before letting out a soft gasp. “I-I don’t f-feel so good..” you whispered in a breathy way while looking at Steve. His face is holding an amused smirk as he watches you wriggle on your spot. “M-might’ve been... too— too m-much..” you slurred, slumping back to the couch as your fingers nimbly moved by itself, unbuttoning your cardigan to let your body cool. Eddie watched your movement, tongue licking his bottom lip at how you’re unravelling in front of them.

You started taking deep breaths, mind slowly leaving your body, feeling as if you’re melting onto the couch. Both men moved closer. Steve wiped your forehead, placing a tender kiss while your body is now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Eddie moved closer to your neck, leaving trail of soft, wet kisses. “Let go, baby. It’s alright, we got you. Want to see you crumble. Wanna see you break.” He whispered on your skin, making you whimper.

The whimper made Steve’s jaw slack, a deep growl erupting from his chest. “Let’s move her to the room,you got it all set up?” He asked Eddie, watching him carefully lift your body. “Of course.” Eddie smirked, his ring-clad fingers felt nice on your searing skin that you cannot help but mewl and chase the coolness,leaning more in his touch.

They placed you gently in the middle of the bed, Steve looking around to see if all cameras are working. They bought more just for this, thinking that one copy is not enough for them, they even bought an extra one that they can pass around so they can video you up-close. “U-ugh..” you kept on wriggling on the bed, your body trying to at least regain some control. You feel your body getting numb, though you kept on babbling while you cross your legs. There was a sudden urge that made your stomach tingle, wetness slowly dampening your cotton underwear.

The bed dipped, Steve and Eddie slowly removing articles of your clothing one by one which made you sigh in relief, the air and their fingers cooling your skin lightly. “Now baby, want us to help you? Its too much, isn’t it?” Eddie cooed, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip as you let out some soft gasps. He watches you try to answer, your pupils blown wide as you nod your head “y-yes.. yes.. too much f’me..” you whined, your eyes tearing up a bit. Steve grunted when you were left in your underwear, licking his lips nervously as his eyes darted from your bra to your wet cotton panties. “Fuck.” He murmurs, making Eddie look at you as well. “Its like she fucking knows” he laughed, his husky voice ringing in your ears.

Both men looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation. They know that once they do this, there’s no going back. The possible consequences if your parents find out, the judgement of other people, the guilt. Yet their desire and want for you overpowered all those thoughts, giving each other a firm nod.

Eddie unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free making him moan at the sight while Steve slid off your panties. His mouth salivated at the wetness, his long and thick fingers dipping slightly making you squirm while breathing heavily. Strings of your cum connected to his fingers before lifting it towards his mouth to suck it off. The action made Eddie’s cock harden, stripping himself off of his shirt and his jeans as Steve does the same, both men now kneeling on the bed only with their boxers.

“You want this, honey?” Steve asked, his hand holding your face as he grips it harshly making your eyes water. “Y-yes.. yes..” you mewled. Steve’s grip tightened slightly as his voice dipped “louder, honey. Need to hear it loud and clear.” His dominance made you shiver despite feeling like your soul left your body already. “Y-yes! Yes please—want it, want it.” You babbled, not even sure what you’re pleading about nor that you’re naked and at mercy of the two men you least thought would do this to you.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised you, following Steve on discarding his boxers. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, spreading it to expose your cunt. “Fuck, look at how wet you are sweet girl... this is all for us yeah?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as Steve moved away slightly to grab a video cam, recording your dripping pussy. “Come on, Munson. Time to show our sweetheart how good we can make her feel.” Steve urged, sitting behind you as he lifts you up a little, your back resting against his broad,hairy chest. You were boneless, easily maneuvered by them two. Your mind is foggy, watching Eddie’s head disappear between your thighs.

Eddie’s tongue gave your pussy tentative licks first, groaning at your sweetness. The vibrations went straight to your clit, making you moan. Steve held the camera directly pointing it at Eddie while he whispered to your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for us, let us hear you.” His words made your pussy clench on nothing while Eddie eats you out. Heavy breaths from all 3 of you can be heard in the room besides the wet slick from how Eddie devours your pussy. His tongue going in and out as his thumb finds your clit to rub it in soft yet fast circles.

“Does it feel good, baby? Want us to do this to you since you met us, huh?” Steve nudged your head, waiting you to answer him. “Answer me, whore.” He commanded, making you cry out. “F-feel so.. feel so g-good I-I wan’ it s’bad feels nice s-so nice—“ your babbling got cut off when Eddie pushed one of his fingers in, not giving you enough time to savour it before he pulls it out, only to push it back in. It made you gasp softly as he adds another one, the feeling of his fingers and his tongue overwhelmed you.

You tried to close your legs, your eyes rolling back as you let moan after moan fall off your lips. “Fuck, you’re already losing your mind. Its not even our dicks yet!” Steve laughed, amused at how you’re wriggling under his hold while he flicks your nipple to make it hard under his touch. Eddie chuckled, continuing his ministrations. He is sucking harshly on your clit, flicking it occasionally while his fingers pump in and out of you. He felt you clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking while you cry out, feeling your cum coat his fingers.

Eddie groaned at the taste, lapping every drop before he moved his face away, fingers still inside you. “Such a naughty girl, did not even bothered to ask for permission before cumming.” He snorted, smacking your cunt with his other hand. Steve tsked in disapproval, pulling your head back by your hair, pigtails now ruined.

The harsh grip made you choke a sob, your scalp stinging at the action. Tears overflowed from your eyes, your eyesight blurry and out of focus. “We’ll let it slide for now, yeah? I forgot that sluts like you need to be taught first.” Steve saw your blown-out pupils, loving the control he had over you. He is vibrating with how much dominance he can exert over you, his blood pumping adrenaline all over his body knowing that they are the first ones that saw you like this. Held you like this. Breaking you like this. His cock is hard under you, slightly grinding it on your lower back for friction.

Eddie inserted his fingers into you once again, pumping it in a vigorous pace. You are now sobbing, trying to close your legs once again even though Steve is gripping both of your thighs wide open now. With your face scrunched in pleasure, you try to warn them that its too much even though you can’t form a coherent sentence. You felt a band snap inside you, before feeling something gush out of you. Eddie’s eyes widened, before continuing his actions. He started laughing darkly, continuing despite your slurred protest. “Shit! Did you see that, Harrington? We fucking got a squirter here!” He exclaimed, making Steve’s cock twitch. Eddie grabbed the camera with his other hand, zooming it in on your pussy as it squirts. He held his wet hand over your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing it inside your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered, watching you suck and clean his fingers messily.

You are far gone, your eyes glassy and blown while drool slowly build up on the sides of your mouth. Steve noticed how you don’t answer anymore, only mewls and moans kept leaving your mouth now. He gently dropped your torso on the bed, before positioning himself. “Eds— fuck— you gotta let me have her first man. I’m going to fucking explode.” A deep groan left his mouth, tugging on his cock to ease the dull pain of holding back. Eddie just sighed, tying his hair into a messy bun as he watches Steve collect some of your slick using his cock to lube himself. “Fine,” the elder mumbled, letting Steve grab your thighs to push it high once more, positioning it on a mating press.

Steve lined his cock on your entrance, watching your pussy clench in anticipation. Brushing his hair up with his shaky hand, not that his nervous. But the thought of corrupting you, fucking you first almost made him cum on the spot without being inside of you. He took a deep breath, eyeing your face as you look at him with unfocused eyes, propped up slightly with the pillows. He slowly pushed his huge cock in, watching your face contort in pain. Your hands moved a little, trying to grab his arms while you cry. Eddie held you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Shh, it’ll be fine sweetheart. You’re taking Stevie so well.” Eddie whispered on your skin, hands playing and pinching your nipples to distract you from the discomfort. Steve kept pushing, inch by inch as he grinds his teeth.

You’re tight, too tight that Steve feels every part of your insides hugging his length. When he bottomed out, he released a breath, his forehead now graced with sweat as he waits for you to feel comfortable. Eddie, now sucking your breasts, playfully bit your nipple making you squeak and move your hips. Steve took this as a sign, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in, making you choke a sob. Steve moaned loudly, breathing ragged as he slowly find his pace. “Fuck,oh fuck— honey—“ he mumbled, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depends on it, dipping a little to fuck you in a deep angle.

His cock was hitting your cervix, his hips now snapping in an animalistic way that every thrust of his comes with a moan and strings of praises from him.

“Taking my length like a good girl”

“Yeah? Am I filling you up real good, princess?”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucked out. Your cunt is taking me so well like your fucking made for us.”

You only answered him with whines and moans, drooling from the pleasure that both men are making you feel. You answered every praise with a series of “ah ah ah” in rhythm with his every thrust, though a particular thrust made you cry out, nails raking over his arms as you try to hold him close. Steve chuckled, hitting the spot again. “Right there? God— you’re so beautiful.” He leaned in when Eddie backed away, his lips finding yours. Steve licked the sides of your lips to clean your mess slightly before slotting his on yours. He licked your bottom lip, making you open your mouth. Teeths clashing and tongues colliding, he savoured the feeling of your softness on his taste buds. Never have he felt on high like this for someone, the amount of pleasure doubled inside him. Your nails raked on his broad back as you try to hug him close, Steve’s head now burried on the side of your neck, leaving marks on your neck. You cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, face scrunched while feel your body chasing its high. Your climax hit you like a truck, sobbing as you feel your release while Steve continues to pound on you like a wolf in rut.

Eddie watched with envy and lust, tugging on his own cock to relieve some pressure while his other hand holds the camera to film you and Steve. His own patience wearing thin when he noticed the cream at the base of Steve’s cock while your thighs shake. Eddie wanted to shove his cock down your throat at the same time but held himself back knowing how oversensitive you might be to take them on both.

Steve groaned when he felt the stickiness of your release with every thrust, his hips slowly faltering, feeling himself close. “I’m so close honey— g-god you’re sucking me in so well. Want me to fuck you full, sweet girl?” Your hands gripped his arms again, trying to shake your head with how overstimulated you are. Steve only hissed, before pulling out of you to tug on his cock and spill his release on your stomach. He threw his head back, combing his hair while he spill every bit on you, watching it paint your stomach and chest. Your quivering thighs rests on the mattress, twitching slightly. Steve’s ragged breaths can be heard, smiling to himself. If this is how it feels every time he gets to taste you, then he will make sure that he gets to taste you every chance he gets.

With a sigh, Eddie pointed the camera on your wasted appearance. Eyes closed as your hair sticks to your forehead and skin wildly, lips red and slick with the amount of times you’ve bitten it out of pleasure, tears staining your cheeks in euphoria. Eddie held your face affectionately; his heart being squeezed in delight and softness as you open your eyes to look at him beneath your lashes. You leaned into his touch and sighed. The action made his skin heat up with want and need, letting go of the camera before holding your face between his hands to kiss you deeply. You softly hummed in the kiss, mouth quickly opening and letting Eddie explore every crevice of your mouth, his tongue toying yours as he slots himself in between you.

Eddie pulled away slowly, string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands explore every inch of you. His rough, calloused hands took its time with every curve as if savouring and burning it in his mind. Fuck his conscience, he wants you like this for him every time. When he felt your body relaxed under his touch, his lips found your sternum down to the vallety of your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses and hickeys. Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers as Eddie continues his actions. The slight tug of his hair when he sucked hard on your skin made his cock twitch, making him move away to flip you on your stomach.

He watched you relax on your forearms, eyes finding Steve as he sat down near the edge of the bed to watch you two. Body now relaxed as he took a quick smoke, eyes wrinkling as he smiles to the both of you. You just looked at him with hooded eyes, before you looked back at Eddie when you felt him slide his tip in your folds. “I’ll never get tired of this if this is what you look like every time you come undone.” He murmured, licking his bottom lip as he slowly inch his way in to you. Eddie’s eyes drinking how you back is arched deliciously, hands finding the curves of your waist to knead and grope.

The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes closing with the seansation once again. Eddie tried to pace himself knowing how rough Steve has gotten you, but the mixture of your cum and squirt, the tightness of your pussy and how it feels around him made it impossible. Once balls deep, he quickly found himself pulling back to his tip before slamming his hips onto you once again. The rough trust made you wantonly moan, gripping the sheets with your mouth agape.

It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure for you. Eddie’s hands now gripping your hips that he is sure will leave bruises on your skin, his balls slapping your clit as he gives you deep-fast thrusts to hit that one thing that makes you scream in need. You turned your head to the side, fresh tears now streaming down your cheeks, making Steve crawl towards you to wipe them away.

“Oh baby, such a perfect girl for us. Cannot ask for more.” He whispers in awe, soft lips kissing your heavy eyelids as you take every inch of Eddie’s cock, your nose scrunching in pleasure as Eddie finds your clit once again, this time rubbing it fast. He felt you clench on him, making his hips falter for a bit and a his felt out of his lips before continuing his punishing pace. You cry out as you feel him pull your hair, your puffy cunt gushing out slick because of the sting of his action, your walls crumbling down as your release shock you.

Eddie huskily moaned, cream forming at the base of his cock once more while you try to crawl away from him, feeling so spent and overstimulated, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point that you feel his rings kiss your skin. He continued abusing your g-spot with every thrust, his breathing heavier that earlier, chasing his own high that is so close he can feel it all over his body. “F-fuck— peaches I-I’m— I’m gonna cum on this fucking pussy— s-so fucking good—“

He spanked your ass, groping the flesh when it became red. He spanked it again and again, feeling you clench every time. His thumb ghosted slightly on your puckered hole, mumblig to himself how him and Steve will use it one of these days. The sensation made his breath hitch, hips coming to a still before he pulls out to tug on his cock and spill his every bit of his cum on your back, “fuck!” He loudly exclaimed. Eddie threw his head back, strings of curses falling out of his mouth. He slumped down on the bed, chest heaving to chase his breath, staring directly at your abused cunt that is dripping your juices. Your body gave up, laying down flat on the bed with your thighs slightly shaking.

Eddie and Steve looked at your tired form, chest swelling with a mixture of emotions. Guilt, pride, a certain affection and softness towards you. Now that they have you on their palms, yor taste on their tongue, they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

Both Steve and Eddie stood up. Eddie turning the cameras off and grabbing some boxers for him and his best friend. While Steve directly went straight to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and ran it under lukewarm water to clean up the mess they made on your body. The men gently laid you on your back, your quiet snores can be heard as they clean you up and make you comfortable the best that they could, placing you in between them.

Steve slid his arm under your head while Eddie’s arm draped over your chest to give you a hug and cuddle you, “I know we planned this out but— I don’t think we can really let her go after this.” Eddie mumbled, sleep slowly crawling on his system while looking at you. Steve only chuckled, careful not to wake you up, combing his hair. “Me too. That was just— fucking phenomenal.” Both men knew that at that moment, they’ll have you any way possible and have every inch of you.

As the night settles, the cool air of Hawkins made its way to the room you all shared, where soft and steady breaths can only be heard while both men cuddled you. Steve’s thoughts ran at all the things that might happen when you wake up, while Eddie’s full of thoughts about how quickly their obsession with you is pulling them in deeper and deeper, yet both held no remorse for what they have done.

The sun rays were peeking through the room’s heavy maroon curtains, one particular ray shining across your face. You grunt, body slowly trying to twist into a more comfortable position while your head throbs. Trying to turn, you felt restricted with two set of arms holding you, making your body jolt to sit up. Your eyes immediately opened, ignoring the harsh sunlight and the throbbing pain of your head as you look around the room.

This isn’t your room. Too far from your usual décor. Your face slowly pales at the realisation, before you feel someone shift beside you. You looked down and saw a pair of familiar tattoed arms laid across your stomach, and a mop of chestnut hair resting on the other side. You felt both of their touches on your skin, making you look down and realising that you are naked. Its like a bucket of ice water was splashed against you, a gasp escaping your dried throat that almost choked you when your hands found its way to your mouth to cover the shock. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, the situation slowly sinking on you as you try to remember what brought you on the bed with them. You ignored Eddie’s soft grunts when you tried to move his arms away, trying to crawl out of bed as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Peach?” Eddie grunted, his voice low and deep, brown eyes slowly opening to look at you. Eddie’s voice made Steve shuffle close to your naked body, his voice laced with sleep when he noticed you sitting up “Sweetheart, come back to bed please.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes when the sunlight hits him. You shook your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you successfully crawled out of the bed.

Your feet found the cold floor, your legs slightly trembling, taking notice of the slight stickiness between your legs which made you hold yourself. Quickly making your way towards the open door of the bathroom, you saw your reflection which made tears cascade on your cheeks and bile slowly rising up your throat.

Steve and Eddie quickly followed your form, clad in only their boxers. They stayed outside near the open door, watching you take yourself in the mirror. Your hair is dishevelled, hickeys littered across your skin. You looked down and saw some bruises near your hips and thighs along with some more marks that both men did. It made the bile rise up your throat quickly, flinging yourself towards the toilet bowl as you retched and vommited everything inside your stomach. Both men quickly went inside, Eddie holding your hair up while Steve rubs your back soothingly, not one of them saying a word.

Emptying more than what your stomach had, you sobbed loudly on their touch when Steve wiped your mouth gently with a cloth. Your mind is not comprehending what is happening, nor remembering how it became like this. You cried out in frustration as you think of the night before, always getting stuck on the part where you had drinks, making you cover your face in shame and guilt. “Shh, shh, come on honey. Let’s get you back on the room.” Steve softly whispered, helping Eddie guide your boneless form while you continue to cry.

You sobbed even when they were putting one of Eddie’s shirt on you and making you take some sips of water, your body feeling uncomfortably sticky. You have never imagined your first time like this. Losing your virginity like this. For you, you always thought that your first time would be with someone you dated for a long time that you cannot help but love them. Soft dances, gentle caresses and touches that won’t leave marks. All those romance books made you think that your first time should be a gift to the guy you’ll love for the first time as well. The shame of losing it this way made you sobbed harder, your heartbeat quickening as you get overwhelmed with all the emotions hitting you all at once.

Your train of thought was shattered when both of them kneeled in front of you, Steve rubbing soft circles on your thighs while Eddie holds your hand. “Breathe,baby. Breathe.” The older of the three of you whispered, brown eyes holding pity when you wipe your tears, looking through blurry eyes at the both of them. “Why..?” You manage to croak out, voice raspy and rough making you cough a bit.

Steve gave Eddie a quick look before he speaks “You wanted it, sweetheart. You told us last night.” He spoke gently, a pang of guilt hitting him when he said those words, but he knows that he needs to do this in order to have you fully. “W-what?” You mumbled in disbelief, “b-but I-I can’t remember last night—! I-I’m trying to but I c-can’t!” You cried out, hands gripping your hair in annoyance as you keep on trying to remember. “I-I lost my virginity this way when I— I told myself I won’t— this is wrong..” you told them, wiping your tears. The word made Eddie’s jaw tick in annoyance, Steve’s stare turning dark. “I-I’m sorry Mr. Harrington, Mr. Munson I-I— this is wrong— I m-must’ve been— this was a mistake I-I’m sorry.” You try to get out of their hold, planning to scramble your way out with your clothes on your arms but was cut off when Eddie stood up, his neck red as he try to control his emotions when you kept on saying that it was a mistake.

“Mistake?” He scoffed, crossing his inked arms over his chest as he looks down on you, the warmth pooling his brown eyes now gone. “Mistake? Sweetheart—“ he leaned down a little, watching you look up at him beneath your lashes. “You asked for it.” The deep timbreof his voice made your skin crawl, shaking your head in disbelief, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes that are now stern cold. “You did ask for it. In a sweet way too.” Steve answered with a smile not reaching his eyes, fingers fiddling with the frayed end of the shirt you’re wearing before he continues “Do you think we’ll do this if you did not ask?” Your mouth hanged open, stuttering with what they both said “I-I that’s— T-that’s not how I—“ you try to reason out, feeling your throat constrict in anxiety.

“Not how you what?” Eddie asked out of annoyance “not how you act when drunk? How would you know when its your first time drinking?” His harsh tone made you feel small, blinking your tears away. Steve only hummed, still kneeling in front of you. “Y-Yes! But- but I would not react that way— I-I know myself! I—“ you argued, looking frantically at both of them. Your stubborness made both of them sigh, Steve standing up suddenly to walk away and grab something.

Your eyes followed him, wearing only nothing but sweatpants. You noticed him holding a video camera, face now void of emotion before putting it on your lap. “Here ya’ go. Maybe this will refresh your memory?” You stared at him in confusion before looking back up at Eddie that only motioned for you to go on. “Open it.” He mumbled while your trembling hands try to figure out how to turn the video camera on. “Now press this one, the gallery.” Steve asked you to, hitting play after you follow his instructions. Your stomach churns in anxiety when the video immediately started.

Your eyes widened when you watched Eddie’s face disappeared between your thighs, your ears not believing that all the needy whimpers heard from the video came out of your mouth. “Yeah? You like that sweet girl? Told you, all you just need to do is ask.” Steve’s voice can be heard despite all your whimpers, Eddie chuckling when he moved away slightly to slide in his finger inside you, making you moan really loudly. The obscene noises you all made pricked your skin with goosebumps. The video continued, closing your eyes when you heard Eddie say “Shit! Did you see that Harrington?! We fucking got a squirter here!” And as you cry out on the video saying “more, please. P-please..”

Eddie noticed you closing your eyes, huffing before he took hold of your face. “Open your eyes and watch. See if you didn’t asked for it.” You felt helpless, only nodding while your lower lip tremble, trying to hold your tears in. Steve played the next video, the camera pointing towards your face and torso, tears evident as Steve pounded your pussy roughly. His harsh breaths and moans can be heard mix with yours. The camera focused on his cock going in and out of you, making Steve’s cock harden while he watch the video with you.

“God— you love being fucked like this don’t you?’ You only hummed as an answer in the video, making Steve thrusting into you deep. “What? I can’t hear you honey.” He teasingly asked, making you answer loudly “uh-huh! Wan’it!” You looked so fucked out in the video, arms holding him close when he leaned in for a kiss. Steve pressed next which played Eddie’s video, fucking you from behind. His rough hands spanking your meaty ass, watching it jiggle before groping it. You heard Eddie mumble when his thumb touched your ass hole “me and Steve will be using this soon, right doll?” You watched in disbelief till his cum painted your back, making you turn off the camera.

You did not notice that tears were streaming down your face again, looking at both men in disbelief while your mind screams at how disappointing you are. With a trembling hand, you handed them the camera while shaking your head. “N-no. No—“ you covered your mouth in shock before breaking down. Your whole body trembled, making Eddie sit down beside you like Steve. Both of them holding you close.

You don’t have the energy to push them away or deny their touches despite it bringing you an odd sense of comfort. Steve and Eddie held you for a few minutes which felt like house, waiting for your breathing to calm down. “Now that you’ve watched it, do you believe us now..? I told you, it wasn’t just us that wanted it. You wanted it first..” Steve whispered, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear that sticked to your skin because of your tears. “You kept on begging us! I knew we should’ve took evidence of it from the very start, right Eds?” Steve asked the elder that is now resting his face on your shoulder. “Yep, should have recorded how clingy you were, how polite even. You mommy and daddy raised you right,huh?” The mere mention of your parents sent your mind into a frenzy, body shaking when you begin to sob uncontrollably again “Please! P-please don’t tell— don’t tell t-them please! M-mommy and daddy—!” You were slowly panicking, mind drifting that Steve held your face between his hands. “Oh honey, no. No, we won’t tell them. Cause now, you are also our good girl. Right?” His thumb wiped some of your tears away as you stare at him before turning your head slightly to find Eddie already looking at you.

“Mhm, should be our good girl if we don’t want you mommy and daddy finding out, huh?” Eddie huskily whispered on your tear-stained cheeks,making you gulp. Steve looked at you in anticipation, cocking an eyebrow waiting for an answer. You slowly nodded your head, head hurting from getting overwhelmed that your body doesn’t have the energy to go against too. “Words, honey. Use your words now, come on. Say that you’re our good girl forever and we won’t let your mommy and daddy find out” Steve’s voice was clipped, tone serious when he looked down on you. “Y-your good girl..” you mumbled, eyes looking down when you felt both of them grin.

It’s only morning but your body felt tired as if you’ve spent the whole day awake. Your mind too numb while you feel like the room closes in on you, you closed your eyes, sighing in what you’re not sure if its because you’re tired or if its because you accepted your defeat. The shame and guilt that you did this all on yourself. Steve and Eddie’s words sinking in deep inside your mind. You let go, resting your head on Eddie’s which made Steve chuckle darkly.

“There she is. Finally found our good girl, Munson.”

[scarletttries]

Kendall Roy x Neighbour! Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, Dark!Kendall obsessive vibes, dub-con, reader discretion advised :)

Request: "Hi Scarlett! I was wondering if you could write a scenario when you just moved in Kendall's apartment and became a neighbor and he is obsessed with u emotionally and sexually??🥵🥵

Author’s Note: Thank you for this intense request, it was a lot of fun to write some dark Kendall as we all know this man would be capable of ANYTHING. Please don't read if you might feel upset by dark/obsessive/coercive themes :)

Dark! Kendall Roy x Neighbour!Reader Headcanons:

- Kendall Roy had lived in his building as long as he could remember, but he was sure he'd never met any of his neighbours, let alone learned their names. Maybe it was his weird hours of operation, maybe his security usually kept him from chance encounters, or maybe none of them ever seemed noteworthy enough to remember. Before you.

- He's not sure exactly how the stars aligned perfectly enough for him to end up bumping into you the day you moved into the one rent-controlled apartment in his building (he'd always found that surprisingly progressive for the otherwise snooty building, sure it must be to exploit a tax loophole), but from the moment he saw you carrying a box and directing delivery people with carefully wrapped up furniture, he knew he had to have you.

- He'd heard the commotion from the stairwell after returning home one day, curiously following the noise to see which rich, old, white man he'd be living across an expansive hall from now, surprised to find young, beautiful you. The picture of innocence, drawing him in with your magnetic energy until he clears his throat, making you jump and sending a dark shiver down his spine at the reaction. He watches you smile so so brightly as you crouch to the floor, setting down the boxes in your arms before springing back to your feet to shake his hand, but not before Kendall can enjoy the opportunity to stare down at you from above, sure he'd have you in this position again, if it was the last thing he did.

- All night your simple conversation would rattle through his mind, the way you repeated his name after he said, politely pretending you don't know exactly who he is, his name on your tongue sounding sweeter than it ever has before. It leaves him wondering how sweet your tongue would be on him in any other circumstances, and before he fully realises what he's doing his hand has slipped into his shorts and he's picturing you back on your knees, choking around him.

- Ever the gracious neighbour Kendall would send you an elaborate basket of expensive gifts to welcome you to the building. There'd be innocent things like designer home fragrances and fine imported coffee, but Kendall being Kendall, there'd also be chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and spa-quality cocoa butter massage oil. Everything he'd need to make you feel right at home for the night. When you appear at his door to thank him, almost bouncing for joy as you gush about his generosity, he's so sure he can smell a trace of cocoa butter, picturing you rubbing it all over yourself and thinking only of him.

- His infatuation with you only gets worse when his sexual desires become more emotionally founded: One night you'll knock on his door, later than a normal neighbourly conversation and Kendall will think you've finally come to return his primal feelings. As he flings the door open you look almost apologetic - you saw a headline about Waystar offices being under investigation and you wanted to check that he was feeling okay. It's a simple enough gesture, but it's one that cuts right to the core of Kendall, who so rarely has anyone check in and ask him how he's doing. And here you are, his perfect neighbour, cooing sweetly as you tell him it's going to be okay, and gently squeezing his hand, the embodiment of kindness and empathy, the antithesis of his family. And he knows you must be his and his alone, that he needs this from you every moment, of every day.

- After that night his obsession starts to get worse, barely able to make it through the night without a barrage of sweet, sensual dreams playing over and over in his mind of exactly what you'd do to take care of every part of him. He can't bear the thought of you with anyone else, installing a doorbell camera so he can keep an eye on your routine, making sure you don't bring home anyone that might get in his way. He learns your comings and goings so he can bump into you at his favourite times, usually on your way back from the gym, drinking in the way your exposed skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, sure he could give you just as good of a workout if you let him. Sometimes he'll arrive home just in time to help you carry groceries inside, peering inside your bags to find out a little more about what you like, and thinking about a world where he gets to be the person you make homemade meals for.

- He finds himself obsessing over how to take the next step with you, how to secure you as his, sexually and emotionally. He thinks about sending more gifts, this time a lingerie set and a vibrator for when you want to think of him alone at night. Sometimes he thinks about trying to install a camera in your apartment when he knows you're home, waiting for a glimpse of you touching yourself and knocking on the door to give you a hand. In the end he goes for something a little bit more subtle, just hoping all the dominoes will fall into place.

- The wait for the perfect moment is agonising though, and some nights Kendall can't help but picture just tying you to his bed frame and keeping you there at his mercy for as long as it takes for you to accept that you belong to him. He's sure if he can make you cum enough times then eventually you'll see that he's always going to take care of you, and you'll have everything you need with him.

- But instead he waits until one day when you come back from the gym, avoiding his usual attempt to bump into you and letting you get straight home and into the shower as always. Then with a well-timed, and urgent, knock on the door he draws you out of your apartment in just your towel, having safely retreated to his own, watching through the doorbell camera as you take one, two, three steps into the hall, dripping from every inch of your skin, an absolute vision. And as if the universe is rewarding his genius, right on time, your apartment door locks shut behind you, leaving you in the hall in just your towel, no keys, no phone, no way back inside.

- Kendall has stop himself from ripping the door off its hinges the second you rap your knuckles gingerly against it, pretending to look confused by your state of undress as you explain, mortified, that you got locked out and you'd been in the shower, and does he have the number for the building manager or a spare key? Kendall ushers you inside, saying he'll make a call to the building manager, but 'he might be a while because he always takes Wednesdays off' offering to put on coffee while you wait. Wrapping yourself tightly in your towel you hover awkwardly in the doorway, trying not to think about what your one cute neighbour must think of you.

- Thrilled with how this is going so far, you almost naked in his home, with nowhere else to go, he offers you a seat, insisting you try this new massage chair he's just bought for himself, telling you it's the best money can buy, completely top of the line and will melt your worries away. Feeling so bad for intruding already you can hardly say no, tucking as much of the towel around you as possible, accepting that there's no way to sit that won't have all your most sensitive skin pressed bare against the satin soft fabric. Perching on the arm of the chair beside yours Kendall starts to toy with the small remote, telling you you're going to feel amazing in no time. Surely enough as he presses the controls the chair starts to vibrate all over, kneading against your shoulders and inner thighs, a strong vibration emanating right against your entrance.

- Kendall notices the way your whole body jolts as the sensations start, the way your cheeks start to flush rosy pink as every nerve in your body is stimulated to perfection, your bare skin rubbed and massaged by the tiny movements of the chair. You try and take a breath to ground yourself, now even more embarrassed at how incredible the vibrations felt, sending tremours through your centre that made every inch of you feel endlessly sensitive. Clenching your thighs together didn't help, only amplifying the waves of bliss washing over you, but Kendall certainly noticed when you did.

"Feels great right!" He laughed darkly, watching you squirm as your bare pussy rubs against the shaking fabric, no escape from the overwhelming pleasure no matter how you shift your body. You could only hum in agreement, biting your lip to stop a moan following it, trying desperately to keep hold of yourself, not wanting your hot neighbour to see you make even more of a mess of yourself today.

- The soft kneading down your spine had you arching your back, your nipples getting more and more obvious through the thin wet towel the more cold and sensitive and excited you got. Kendall could see the shame and powerlessness and embarrassment building on your face as your body betrayed you, your hands gripping the side of the chair as if maybe you could hold on long enough if you just really focused.

"Kendall, I-" You tried to stand up while your legs could still hold your weight, hoping you could pretend to be more comfortable standing, and praying the water dripping off your body would cover up any wet patch you might have left. But as you leant forward, Kendall stepped in front of you, barely having to push your trembling thighs back down to keep you in place, a devilish grin on his face as he watched your eyes widen at his actions.

"You can't move yet sweetheart, I haven't even shown you all the settings. I think we can make you feel even better." The glint in his eye made you want to run out the door for help, but as he pressed one button and the vibrations whirred faster and stronger you found yourself fixed to your spot, the feelings of ecstasy building inside you and leaving you completely at his control.

"See, I can take care of you. I promise, you've never had someone take care of you like I can." Kendall cooed as his fingers stroked lazily up your thighs, adding to the overwhelming sensation already coursing through your veins. "Say the word, and I'll take care of every part of you, every fucking day." His voice was laced with such intensity you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, unclear about how you ended up in this position, but starting to get the impression none of this was accidental. You watched his fingertips graze along the edge of your towel, looking up to see what you made of his offer and breaking into a wide grin as you nodded your head back at him, trying to speak but only being able to moan out his name in response.

"Good girl." He teased back, turning the dial up one more time before unceremoniously pulling open your towel just in time to watch your whole body shake with pleasure as your release cascaded through every part of you, your pussy throbbing from the release around nothing, thighs twitching under Kendall's hands as he kept you firmly planted in that spot until he was positive you couldn't take another second. Finally helping you rise to your unsteady feet he'd plant his lips against yours, hungry to taste you, unsure how he'd waited even this long to finally feel you lean into him, lips soft and warm, your skin sensitive everywhere his hands met it. Looking down at your wet naked body, cheeks still flush with a tinge of shame, he licked his lips and chuckled, "We're going to have so much fun, neighbour."

- Once that threshold is past, there's no going back for Kendall. He'll steal all your underwear and make you sit on his lap just so he can toy with you, watching you squirm like the first time, peppering your neck with kisses until you can't keep still. He'll hide your clothes when you're staying over at his so you're stuck there, wandering around his penthouse naked until he's seen enough.

- He'll wake you in the night with his fingers inn you, teasing your folds and strumming your clit until you beg him to fuck you, waking up the next morning full of his cum. He'll insist on pushing it back into you again and again, hoping that if he can get you pregnant, you'll stay by him forever.

- It's not just a sexual obsession, Kendall will come to you in all his darkest hours, collapsing on your lap and lamenting about the world while you stroke his hair and reassure him that the world hasn't ended on even his worst days.

- You are everything Kendall Roy has ever wanted for himself. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you, and he knows it every time you blush at his relentless teasing. And he'll never let anything take what he wants away from him.

[caw-oticdork]

Since my previous podcast recommendation list was pretty popular, I've decided to make another, with another bunch of excellent podcasts:

13 Minutes or Less - Short podcast with very short episodes, about a pizza chef who doesn't like dealing to people but has to do some deliveries due to short staffing. Very much not her thing, but she does her best. As it turns out, her clients are quite a bit stranger and spookier than expected...

Additional Postage Required - Sci-Fi adventure about a nonbinary courier who gains the ability (or curse...) to get visions about the contents, past, and sender of packages they touch. They get roped into a rebellion. There's hoverboard racing. It's awesome.

Among the Stars and Bones - A team of xenoarcheologists search a distant world for traces of a long-vanished aliens. It's been a while since I watched this one, so I don't remember it very well, but I know that I enjoyed it. Very good sci-fi horror.

Dark Ages - Fantasy workplace comedy about a supernatural museum. Quite a lot of fun.

Dragon Shanty - Fantasy story about two bards traveling the high seas. There's dragons aplenty. Very queer. Excellent songs.

Falling Forward - Hacker story loosely based on the myth of Icarus and the Labyrinth, about getting back at a terrible corporation. Kinda experimental, this one has the shortest episodes I've ever seen.

Hotel Daydream - Podcast about the goings-on at a supernatural hotel. Very inventive, with really interesting characters.

Jar of Rebuke - Mystery about a researcher at an ominous cryptozoological organization out in the rural US. He's got no memories of his past and keeps dying and coming back. A story about cryptids, identity, queerness, neurodivergence, and community.

Light Hearts - Slice of Life podcast about turning an old, haunted building into a cafe and queer community center. The ghosts lead to some very fun shenanigans.

Lost Terminal - Mentioned in the other list but not expanded on. This is a hopepunk story set on an Earth devestated by climate change. Told from the POV of an adorable AI who watches this Earth from a space station, observing how humanity re-builds itself and finds a brighter future.

Mayfair Watchers Society - You know Trevor Henderson? The guy who drew Sirenhead, Long Horse, and other such creepypasta creatures in his found footage style? Yeah, this is a horror anthology based on his works, directed by him. Set in the rural town of Mayfair, where strange creatures are a lot more common than elsewhere... Each episode has a slightly different framing device, with some being found footage audio, others meeting recordings, phone calls, etc.

Monstrous Agonies - An advice podcast for the british creature community. Many of the advice letters are sent in by listeners - there's two by myself, one from an ant that can hear and send radio and one from a fey who is looking for curse advice. Some letters are metaphors for queerness, clashing cultures, ableism, and minority communities, others just some urban fantasy fun. Has a little bit of plot, but most episodes have an anthology style. Fast approaching the finale!

Mx Bad Luck - Slice of Life about someone who is cursed with bad luck. Sometimes sad, sometimes funny. Can recommend.

Neighbourly - Neighbourly follows the residents of Little Street, house by house. What they do, how they interact with each other, and what skeletons are hiding in their closet. Starts out as a spooky urban fantasy thing that's almost an anthology, but weaves itself into quite a mysterious plot over time...

SINKHOLE - Short-form audio podcast presented as a collection of audio posts from a member of a community of data restoration hobbyists in a sometimes-unfamiliar future. Mystery about disability, internet communities, and how things change with time.

Second Star to the Left - Scout-explorer Gwen Hartley has five years to explore and prepare her planet for settlement. With no aid but her robots and the anxious voice of her long-distance scout-minder Bell Summers in her ear, she's hoping she's ready for anything.

Someone Dies In This Elevator - Anthology where every episode, someone dies in an elevator. You wouldn't believe how creative they get with that simple concept!

Tales from the Low City - By the maker of Mistholme Museum, this podcast explores the everyday lifes of the last people on an alien world, after the surface had become uninhabitable and everyone had fled down into the last city, the subterranean Low City. This one made me cry a lot!

Tartarus - In a secret facility deep beneath Antarctica, an anxious astrobiologist, a terse station manager, and an AI keep humanity safe from the monsters they imprison.

The Attic Monologues - Queer urban fantasy story about a university student who decides to record themself practicing monologues using a collection they found in their attic. Don't forget to listen to the post-credit scenes!

The Bridge - Surreal alternate universe horror story about the keepers of a bridge over the Atlantic. Gets pretty spooky.

The Green Horizon - Sci-Fi comedy about a na'er-do-well Irish space captain and his rag-tag crew traversing a war-torn galaxy in search of fame and fortune. Very fun podcast.

The Lavender Tavern - Anthology podcast with original gay fairytales. Most are quite memorable!

The Vesta Clinic - Sci-Fi story about a clinic that helps various interesting alien lifeforms with their medical issues. Excellent worldbuilding and characters!

Tides - The story of Dr. Winifred Eurus, a xenobiologist trapped on an unfamiliar planet with hostile tidal forces and a fascinating ecosystem. She must use her wits, sarcasm, and intellectual curiosity to survive long enough to be rescued. But there might be more to life on this planet than she expected...

Hope this list is as helpful as the last!

@boombox-fuckboy @marvelousmawn @sapphireclaw @ashes-in-a-jar @frogmomentsfrombeyondtime @time-is-restored @emmy-noethers-rings

You folk seemed the most interested in the other list, so I'm being bold and @ing you all.

[ohlovxr]

the one where they knock you up (+ bonus: the one where you find out you’re pregnant)

masterlist | series masterlist

It was a long time coming.

It was months of planning in the making. Months that they spent practically courting you; small but intimate acts after the initial help they have you moving into the complex that consisted of helping you redecorate, being the more than willing ears you could talk off because you knew no one else in such a new city, and inviting you over for dinners. Really, though, the most intimate act of all had been your trust.

It hadn’t been long before they had you in between them… and they had to make sure it stayed that way.

Marc took the first step and switched out your birth control pills with placebos.

Layla spent those months tracking your cycle with offhanded jokes about cramps and making sure to ask if you needed anything from the market whenever she went so that they could keep both you and your trust.

Marc having snuck a look over your shoulder when you were unlocking your phone helped speed the process.

From that point on, all it took was planning a nice at-home dinner on the right night. All it took was getting enough wine in your system and filthy promises whispered into your ear to get you strewn out on their bed, wet and needy.

It took about three orgasms to turn you into a malleable, incoherent mess. Relaxed and open to them. Still, the balls twitching against you as Marc fucked deep into you cut slightly through your delirium.

You really could be so paranoid sometimes.

“M… Marc, ‘s not safe,” your words came out thick and slurred. The drag of his cock in and out of your wet hole, feeling the naked ridges that made him so distinctly Marc over your needy walls, and the soft “Sh, sweetheart. It’s okay,” made you shiver despite the heat.

A sharp thrust that sent his tip prodding at your sore sweet spot left you crying out, your pussy tightening around his cock, and shifting in the arms of the woman you laid between the legs of. One of Layla’s hands fell from your thighs to play with your swollen clit, her smooth voice filled your ear, “He feels good, doesn’t he, my love?”

Tears brim your eyes with how persistent he’s become to pound into that little sore spot inside of you and you nod. You repeat yourself all-the-same, “B… But what if - oh - Layla, what if I end up-”

She talks over your little whine about how Marc has to pull out with a patient, “I know, I know.” She lets the fingers rubbing your clit slid down to where you and Marc were connected, feeling her chest vibrate against your back as she hummed in approval. Like she was proud of how you stretched so perfectly to take her husband. “But you’re on the pill, honey. This’ what it’s for. I promise you.”

A whine tore through your throat as you relented and squirmed between them. “‘kay.”

Marc’s grip on you tightened to hold you still as Layla cut you off, “That’s our good girl. Besides, would it be so bad?” She looked to her husband, feigning innocence. “Marc?”

“Can’t say it would.” His thrusts started to slow and his cock twitched inside you. His hand came up from your thigh, where he was holding you open, to grip your jaw. His eyes pierced into yours, seriousness written into his tone as he spoke to you, lips just about grazing yours. “You’d look perfect all round and full with my baby. So fucking beautiful.”

“Let him do it, honey.” Layla’s voice was honey-sweet in your ear, her other hand moving from your thigh to splay over your lower stomach. “Let him fill you up… make you a mommy.”

You don’t have a choice when you feel the hot spurt of his cum deep inside of you. You don’t have a say in how your walls reflexively spasm around his cock and greedily milk him for every drop.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Marc cooed sweetly to you, a soft smile on his face as he smooths your hair back and away from your face soothingly, shifting and urging a gasp from your lips as he shifted to purposefully force his cum deeper. “Feels good, huh?”

Your sniffles echo through the room as your tears finally begin to fall, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full of him, before you laugh, shyly whispering, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Layla mimics playfully into your ear before peppering kisses onto your neck and making you squirm inwards, giggling at the ticklish feel. She brings her mouth back up to your ear. “I think now is where I get to say I told you so, my love.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soft pinch it earns you on the sensitive skin of your thighs, courtesy of the man still in between your thighs, tears a little yelp from you.

“I just… I don’t get it. I’m on the pill! This shouldn’t be happening!”

Heat simmered in your belly, the kind that was unpleasant and that you found yourself unused to, as you held the positive test in your hands.

Missing your period, your tits fucking killing you, and waking up for the past week unbelievably nauseous were the major driving forces that had taken you down to the shops to sheepishly purchase a box set of three.

You look up from the test to face the couple standing in front of you, the space of your bathroom suddenly feeling much smaller. Patience painted both their faces, and you didn’t know where it made you appreciative or angry. “I told you both I could get pregnant! It’s why people make condoms! Layla, you told me it’d be fine and it’s not, okay? It’s not!”

Layla’s face fell in front of your eyes and you felt your chest tighten, suddenly ashamed of yourself. She spoke softly, “I’m sorry, honey. I just wanted you to feel good.”

“No, hey, baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Marc’s arm came up to wrap around Layla’s shoulders, rubbing her arm comfortingly, before his gaze turned to you. His defensive tone softened when you looked down shamefully and his free hand cups your chin to tilt your gaze back up to his. “Still, you know, you are right, sweetheart. This shouldn’t be happening. It’s a two percent chance, isn’t it? You got a right to be a bit pissed… just not at us, ‘kay?”

And suddenly, you feel worse because who were you to have started throwing blame at them for this? Who were you to have started throwing around blame in the first place, as if there were any to be thrown around?

You nod, whispering a pitiful, “I’m sorry,” before Marc’s pulling you into both his and Layla’s arms.

Layla breathes a laugh as the tension surrounding you dissipates slightly. “Almost feels like the universe is trying to tell us something, doesn’t it?”

Pulling away, you’re at a loss for words and looking at her doubtfully.

In your peripheral, you see Marc’s gaze veer off from you and towards the mirror, brows furrowing for a moment before he’s turning back. He licked his teeth. “She’s got a point.” He spoke over your soft I don’t know. “I don’t think I’d ever actually try to have a kid. I just- It’s never been ideal. So this…”

The “feels like it’s supposed to be happening” went unspoken.

“I just…” you pause, taking a deep breath. You pick at your nails nervously. “I’m not sure if I’m ready. What if I screw up? What if I’m such a bad parent, I end up sending this human out in the world damaged and traumatized. And I have literally no idea how to take care of baby, like at all, and-”

“Neither do we.” Marc cut you off. The sympathy you saw in his eyes told you he could understand and felt that same fear of everything you were saying.

Layla brought her hand up to stop your attack on your nails. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.” She pulls you towards her, both her hands coming up to cup your face and pulling you into a soft kiss. She mumbles against your lips, “Don’t worry so much, my love. We’re here.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

The boy is young.

Marcela is concerned.

“What you are is nosy,” Miguel says.

“Blah, blah,” Marcela responds like the elegant lady she was raised to be, peeking through the blinds to watch as the boy struggles with several bags full of groceries. She frowns. “Look at him, Guelos. He’s still so young that he takes one trip with ten bags. He’s — a child, practically. A baby. With a mortgage. Who authorized this?”

Her husband sighs, pushing his chair out to come stand next to her. She opens the blinds a couple millimetres wider to help him see, leaning into the hand he places on her back.

“We were young too, you know. No older than him the year you were pregnant with Luis.”

Marcela frowns at him. “Yes, but we were young together. We both had savings, and jobs. I’d been practically raising my siblings for years, at that point. You’d been working since you were twelve. Times were — different, Miguel.”

She turns back to the window. The boy, who just moved in a few days ago, is standing on the small veranda, staring at the door. He looks down at his hand, laden with bags, and then back at the door. Marcela has to bite her lip to keep from smiling, despite her worry.

Miguel slides his hand across her shoulders, pulling her close and pressing a lingering kiss to her head. She closes her eyes, leaning into it, curling her fist at his sternum.

“Times have changed,” he agrees softly, words muffled against her skin. “We’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Okay,” she breathes. She watches over her husband’s shoulder as the boy finally gives up, dropping the groceries to the ground and digging around his pockets for his keys. It was funny before, but he looks so — defeated. Sad. Like this was the frustrating cherry on top of an already difficult day.

Or maybe she’s reading into things. She watches until he finally gets inside, door closing forcefully behind him, and she knows in her heart that she will not be able to leave it be.

———

Marcela is nosy.

“Why are we here,” Lancito whines, trying and failing to pull away from her hand.

“Because we are being neighbourly,” Marcela responds primly. She sees him stick out his tongue from the corner of his eye and decides to let him have it.

“You just want to see the inside of the new guy’s house,” he mutters.

Marcela’s jaw drops, because how the hell did that little brat know that, but before she can say anything the lock turns and she schools her face quickly back into her brightest smile, slightly strained. Lance, suddenly shy, hides behind her legs.

“…Hi,” the boy says. He looks — wary, slightly, but not too uncomfortable.

Marcela takes it for the win it is.

“Hello,” she says, softening considerably. The boy reminds her sharply of her brother. He had that same look to him, the eyes of someone older than he is; the posture of someone who seems to simply understand the world on a deeper level. His slight, awkward smile is identical, as well. She has to blink back tears, heart aching in missing him. “I’m Marcela. I live next door. These are for you.”

She holds out the plate of tostones, covered in aluminum foil. She’d originally had them in a container, but then worried that he’d feel pressured to wash and return it. She moved the tostones from the plate to the container so many times that Marco had walked over from where he was doing his homework, grabbed her hands, guided her gently to the side, and fixed the plate up himself. Miguel had laughed until he cried, because apparently he’s hankering for a divorce. (He’d laughed harder when she’d said that.)

“Oh.” The boy blinks, surprised. He stares at the plate for a moment, wary look on his face replaced with something like confusion.

“They’re tostones,” Lancito offers, peeking out from behind her. The boy startles, looking at Lance with wide eyes. Lance takes his awkwardness for ignorance. “They’re squashed plantains that are fried. Plantains are like bananas but better. Mamá makes them really good.”

Slowly, the boy reaches out and grabs the plate. He peels back the aluminum foil slightly, peeking inside.

“They look good,” he agrees, voice soft.

Lancito scoffs. He steps out from behind her, offense making him brave, but still hold on to the hem of her shirt. “Um, duh. They’re tostones.” He looks hungrily at the plate. “Mamá spent all morning making them and we didn’t get any. You must be her favourite neighbour or something.”

“Leandro-Agustín,” Marcela hisses, cheeks flushing. Lance only stares back at him with a puzzled expression, hand raised in a universal, what?

Luckily, though, the boy doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does he doesn’t say anything. He only slowly peels back the aluminum farther and offers the plate towards Lance. Lance looks back at Marcela, questioning. Marcela sighs.

Quickly, so she doesn’t change her mind, Lance snatches the closest one and shoves it in his mouth. The boy’s small smile gets a little bit bigger. He picks up his own tostone and takes a bite, inclining his head after swallowing.

“You were right,” he says. “They are delicious. Thank you, Mrs. Marcela.”

“Just Marcela is fine,” she assures.

The boy hesitates, face twitching. “I don’t think I can physically do that,” he says politely. “I can feel my grandmother rolling in her grave.”

Marcela snorts. “Alright, fair. I can live with the formalities, I suppose.”

The boy has the same tiny smile again. It brightens his eyes, makes his whole face look younger.

“I’m Takashi,” he says. He goes to offer his hand to shake, but there’s only —

The stump of his right arm twitches. The boy — Takashi — stiffens. Marcela watches, despondent, as his expression shutters, and he steps back.

“Thank you for coming,” he says robotically. “I appreciate the food.”

Marcela knows a dismissal when she hears one. She anguishes, once again, in the privacy of her own mind, just how young this kid is. Barely older than Luis.

“I’m right next door,” she says softly. Lance, ever observant, watches the two of them closely. “If you need anything, Takashi, let us know.”

The boy nods stiffly. He closes his door without another word. Marcela sighs.

“You’re gonna need another plate of nosy food,” Lance observes. “Or maybe you should invite him for dinner, and then he’ll invite you for dinner. That might work better.”

Marcela guides them down the steps and back to their house, kissing him gently on the head. “I think you’re right, mijo. You wanna help me make some cookies?”

They’ll get there.

[mxnsterbabe]

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Your best friend dares you to talk to the quiet, brooding new neighbour. Against better judgement you do exactly that; and find out maybe all he needs is someone to call his own.

You and Felicity huddled by the window, spying on the moving van that had just pulled up across the street. The night had crept up on you both, and the sudden commotion outside was an unexpected break in your quiet evening.

“I wonder who it is?” Felicity asked, her face pressed against the window. Her wild red hair and golden skin meant that anybody who looked over would surely see the two of you spying. If that didn’t do it, then her spiralling horns tapping against the glass would.

She tapped your shoulder as the van's doors opened, and you saw the moving team—a pair of orcs and a human— begin to unload. Then, trailing behind them, an enormous figure emerged, distinct from the rest, capturing both your attentions instantly.

"Is that our new neighbour?" Felicity whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity. The figure was a bear-person… what were they called? Onikuma? Yes, that was it.

He was towering and imposing, with fur as creamy white as moonlight, save for the hints of yellow around his ears and head that lent him a certain softness.

You nodded, equally mesmerised. It was hard to determine where his bulk ended and his fur began, blurring the lines between strength and gentle fluffiness. Despite his size, there was something undeniably cute about him.

As you both leaned in for a closer look, he turned, his gaze unexpectedly meeting yours through the window. The surprise made you both jolt back, Felicity letting out a small gasp as you ducked out of sight, hearts racing from the thrill of being caught staring at your intriguing new neighbour.

Felicity's laughter filled the room as she stumbled back too. "Well, that was smooth," she teased, peering back towards the window with an impish grin.

You couldn't help but cringe. "As if being caught gawking wasn't embarrassing enough," you muttered, though curiosity urged you to steal another glance outside.

"There's no harm in a friendly hello," Felicity suggested, her voice laced with mischief. "We should go over tomorrow, introduce ourselves. Maybe see if he needs any help settling in."

The thought alone was enough to heighten your embarrassment. "Just march over there after spying on him? That's even worse!"

Yet, as you peeked out once more, the sight of the Onikuma leaning over to pick up a box caught your

attention. The ease with which he lifted it, muscles moving beneath his fur with such grace, was captivating. Even from this distance, there was no denying he was handsome,

in a rugged, unusual way that intrigued you more than you cared to admit.

Felicity caught your lingering gaze and smirked. "Dare you to talk to him tomorrow," she challenged, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of a good dare.

You sighed, torn between reluctance and the unwritten rule that you never backed down from Felicity's dares. "Fine," you conceded, a mix of apprehension and a

surprising flicker of excitement stirring within you. "You're coming with me."

"Wouldn't miss it," Felicity replied.

Pouring more wine, you and Felicity settled onto the sofa, the previous tension easing into a more comfortable lull.

Through the window, you noticed the Onikuma disappearing inside his new home, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment. The thrill of the unknown had been replaced by the reality of tomorrow's impending interaction.

"He definitely saw us," you murmured, taking a sip of your wine, the sweet taste doing little to calm your nerves.

Felicity chuckled, her carefree attitude a stark contrast to your concern. "So what? It's not like you were doing anything scandalous. Just a bit of neighbourly observation."

You frowned, picturing the potential awkwardness of tomorrow's encounter. "What if he knew I was spying? It's not exactly the best first impression. He lives right across the road. If I embarrass myself, it'll be impossible to avoid him."

Felicity laughed, the sound light and infectious. "You're overthinking it, babe. It's just saying hello, not a marriage proposal. Besides, he's new here; he'll probably be glad for the company."

You couldn't help but smile at her dismissive take on the situation, though the knot of anxiety in your stomach remained. "I just don't want to start off on the wrong foot, you know?"

With a shrug, Felicity topped up her glass. "Look, the worst that could happen is a bit of awkward small talk, and then we go about our lives. Or, who knows, maybe he'll turn out to be a great friend. Or something more," she added with a wink.

Her words, meant to reassure, did little to quell the what ifs swirling in your mind. Yet, the night wore on, and the wine, coupled with Felicity's relentless optimism, dulled the edges of your apprehension. As you both laughed and planned your approach for tomorrow, the possibility of what's the worst that could happen? seemed a little less daunting.

***

The next morning, with the sunlight casting a soft glow over Oceanhall, you found yourself standing at the front door of the house across the street, Felicity by your side.

Despite her protests and playful jibes about your early morning enthusiasm, she accompanied you, her presence a comforting constant in the face of your mounting nerves.

It took a moment before the door creaked open, revealing Shinsuke in a state you hadn't anticipated. He was

sweating, chest heaving slightly as if he'd been in the midst of an intense workout. The surprise on his face mirrored your own, though you couldn't help but notice the way his presence seemed to fill the doorway.

"Hi, we’re your new neighbours," you started, your voice steadier than you felt. "We, uh, noticed you moving in yesterday and wanted to say hello."

Shinsuke nodded, a brief flash of acknowledgment crossing his features before he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Shinsuke," he introduced himself, his tone polite but curt. "I'm in the middle of a workout," he explained, a slight edge of impatience creeping in. "Then I have to run to the store for some fresh paint."

Eager to make amends for the untimely intrusion, you offered, "We could help you with the painting if you'd like. It's no trouble at all."

Shinsuke paused, considering the offer, before shaking his head. "No, that won't be necessary. Thank you," he added, the politeness in his tone not quite reaching his eyes.

Before Felicity could jump in with her usual charm,

Shinsuke offered a brief nod and closed the door, leaving you both standing on the doorstep, the quiet of the morning suddenly more pronounced.

Felicity turned to you with a raised eyebrow, the encounter not going quite as either of you had expected.

With a mutual shrug, you and Felicity turned back towards home, the brief encounter with Shinsuke leaving a lingering sense of disappointment. Felicity, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood as you walked. "He was

probably just caught off guard, you know? People aren't usually their best mid-workout."

You nodded, half-listening, your thoughts still replaying the brief conversation. Felicity's reassurance was a small comfort, but you couldn't shake the feeling that your attempt at neighbourliness had been more intrusive than kind.

***

Later that day, as you made your way home from work, your path inadvertently led you past Shinsuke's house again. This time, he was outside, a bucket of soapy water by his side, diligently cleaning paint brushes. The soft strains of music floated from a nearby radio, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying the warmth of the sun.

"Hello again," you called out, a tentative smile on your face as you approached.

Shinsuke jumped, clearly startled, and the sight of such a large, formidable figure being caught off guard by your greeting was unexpectedly endearing. He quickly regained his composure, though his reply was still marked by his usual brevity. "Oh, it's you. Hi."

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, finding his reserved nature more intriguing than off-putting this time around. "How's the painting going?" you asked, nodding towards the brushes.

He followed your gaze, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes as he considered the question. "It's... going well, thank you. The living room's almost done."

"That's great to hear," you replied, genuinely pleased for him. "I've always thought a fresh coat of paint can really change a place. Do you have a particular colour theme in mind?"

Shinsuke seemed to ponder your question, the music and sunlight creating a more relaxed atmosphere than your previous encounters. "Mostly neutrals," he finally said, "but with one wall as an accent. I got this bold ice-blue."

"Is it a fixer-upper or are you just adding your personal touch?" you ventured, curiosity getting the better of you as you glanced towards his house. Its exterior gave nothing away; same as yours, just a squat little townhouse with a solid white door.

Shinsuke rinsed a brush, his movements deliberate. "It's modern enough," he replied, his voice carrying a note of consideration. "I just wanted to repaint and perhaps replace the flooring with real wood. It feels more... authentic."

You noticed a hint of discomfort in his posture, a subtle shift that suggested the conversation might be encroaching on territory he wasn't entirely comfortable with. Maybe it was your time to retreat.

"Sounds like a solid plan," you said, taking a step back, preparing to make your exit. "Well, I won't keep you from your work. Good luck with the renovations."

As you turned to leave, Shinsuke stood, his full height becoming startlingly apparent. He towered over you, the breadth of his shoulders casting a shadow that enveloped you in its cool shade. Standing this close, you realized you

barely reached the middle of his ribs. He was taller than even the tallest forest troll you'd ever encountered, his presence commanding yet oddly comforting.

The sudden proximity sent an unexpected rush of warmth through you, his sheer size and the gentle giant aura he exuded igniting a flicker of attraction you tried to dismiss. His fur, creamy white, seemed softer up close, inviting thoughts of what it might feel like to touch.

"Thank you," Shinsuke said, his deep voice breaking through your thoughts. "And... sorry if I seemed a bit off earlier. I'm not much for small talk."

His admission, coupled with the vulnerability of his stance, made you pause, reconsidering your initial interpretation of his discomfort.

"No worries," you managed, your voice steadier than you felt. "If you ever need a hand with anything, or just fancy a break, you know where we are."

Shinsuke's response was a smile, something you hadn't fully expected from the quiet giant. As he grinned, the sunlight caught on his sharp, chunky teeth.

Rather than finding it intimidating, you were surprised to discover it only added to his rugged appeal, lending him a certain wild charm. It was cute, actually.

Feeling heat creep into your cheeks at the thought, you were suddenly acutely aware of how intently you'd been observing him. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Shinsuke. I should probably let you get back to your painting," you stammered, hoping your voice didn't betray the sudden flutter in your chest.

"Sure, and thanks for stopping by," Shinsuke replied, his earlier smile leaving a lingering warmth in the air between you.

With a quick, somewhat flustered goodbye, you turned, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to retreat. Felicity, with a knowing smirk, followed closely behind, her presence a silent question mark hanging in the air.

Back inside, the familiar scent of dinner cooking did little to distract you from the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through your mind. Felicity, ever observant, glanced from you to the window, piecing together the silent narrative unfolding.

"What's up?" she asked, though the twinkle in her eye suggested she already had her suspicions.

Before you could muster a response, she peeked outside, catching a glimpse of Shinsuke still cleaning his brushes in the sun. The grin that spread across her face was all- knowing, and when she turned back to you, her expression was a mix of amusement and camaraderie.

"Ah," she said, the single syllable heavy with implication. "You've got a bit of a crush, haven't you?"

Your protest died on your lips, the evidence too damning, your blushing face a clear giveaway. Felicity's laughter filled the kitchen.

"Am I really that obvious?" you asked, still trying to recover your composure, even as Felicity dished out dinner with an air of triumph.

Felicity chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"Maybe your dark skin and freckles can hide a blush, but babe, your eyes give you away every time. They light up like a Christmas tree whenever you're even remotely interested in someone."

You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your lips twitched upwards in a reluctant smile. "That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?"

"Not at all," Felicity countered, setting plates down with a flourish. "I've seen less sparkle in a jewellery shop window. It's quite endearing, actually."

The banter continued through dinner, Felicity's playful teases making the meal fly by in a blur of laughter and mock indignation. Despite your initial embarrassment, the easy back and forth with your roommate lifted your spirits, and the earlier encounter with Shinsuke now seemed less like a daunting ordeal and more like a curious, perhaps even hopeful, beginning.

As you cleared the dishes away later, Felicity's voice softened. "You know, I think it's great. He seems like a decent guy... in a towering, bear-like sort of way."

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the evening's meal. "Yeah, maybe he is. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

"Exactly," Felicity agreed, her grin infectious. "Hey, if nothing else, you've made an interesting new friend."

***

For nearly two weeks, Shinsuke remained an enigmatic presence just across the street, glimpsed only in fleeting

moments of renovation and the occasional early morning departure. Your own work commitments kept you similarly occupied, the rhythm of daily life left little room for neighbourly interactions.

Then, one evening, as you wearily stepped out of your car, the tranquility of the night was shattered by a sound so raw and primal it sent a shiver down your spine. It was a roar, deep and resonant, unmistakably inhuman, emanating from the direction of Shinsuke's doorstep.

For the first time since your initial encounter, a flicker of genuine fear ignited within you. The Onikuma's towering figure had always held an element of the unknown, but this unbridled display of frustration painted him in a starkly different light.

Yet, as your eyes found his, the ferocity that had echoed in the roar seemed to evaporate. Shinsuke stood there, a large figure slumped in defeat, his shoulders sagging under the weight of embarrassment and a palpable sense of shame. It was clear he hadn't intended for you, or anyone, to witness him.

Compelled by a mix of concern and an unspoken need to help, you approached cautiously. "Is everything okay?" you asked, your voice steady despite the lingering echo of his roar.

Shinsuke's gaze met yours, and in the dim light, you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes. "I... I've locked myself out," he admitted, the frustration evident in his voice, yet tempered now by a hint of vulnerability. “I just got the locks changed yesterday.”

The fear that had momentarily gripped you faded, replaced by empathy for the solitary figure before you.

Here was the gentle giant you remembered, momentarily undone by something so mundane.

Well, it happened to everyone once in a while.

Biting the inside of your lip, you said, “maybe I can help.”

"How can you help?" Shinsuke's question was genuine, tinged with a hint of curiosity as he regarded you.

Your body felt too hot as he stepped closer. You stepped back, your gaze inadvertently catching on a window ajar, a sliver of opportunity in the otherwise closed facade of his home. "There, that window looks open. Just big enough for someone... smaller to get through."

Shinsuke followed your gaze, a glimmer of hope lighting his features before he quickly masked it with concern. "It's too high, and... you could get hurt."

"I'll be careful," you assured him, your determination overriding the niggling voice of caution in your mind. You approached the window, assessing the climb, aware of

Shinsuke's gaze on you, heavy with a mix of gratitude and worry.

As you positioned yourself to make the ascent, Shinsuke moved closer, his instinct to assist clear in his posture. "Let me help at least," he offered, his voice a low rumble.

You hesitated, eyeing up the window. Then Shinsuke.

He’d have to hold your hips to keep you steady, and the very thought made you shiver. "No, it's okay. I've got this," you said, more to convince yourself than him.

Shinsuke retracted slightly, his expression faltering. "I didn't mean to... earlier, I didn't want to scare you."

Your heart clenched at the misunderstanding. The desire to bridge the gap between you, to erase any fear with a kiss, was overwhelming. Yet, admitting your growing feelings for him now seemed a step too far.

"It's fine, really," you managed, your voice softer than intended. "I know you didn't mean it. Let me just get this window, and we can forget all about it."

With that, you turned your focus to the task at hand, the unsaid words and unacted desires hanging between you like a promise yet to be fulfilled.

Your determination saw you scaling the short distance to the window once more, your focus solely on the task at hand.

Unfortunately, the ascent proved trickier than anticipated, and a misstep sent you teetering dangerously backwards.

Before fear could fully take hold, Shinsuke's arms were around you, pulling you back from the brink with effortless strength.

In his embrace, you were acutely aware of the contrast between you; your dark and freckled skin against his downy cream fur. How soft it was, the feel of it against your hand…

"Are you okay?" His voice was laced with concern, deep and resonant, yet he seemed to shy away from direct eye contact, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," you replied, your heart still

racing—not from the near fall, but from the closeness, the contact that you both seemed hesitant to break.

Reluctantly, you wriggled yourself out from his hold, the loss of his warmth immediate.

Determined not to be deterred, you focused your efforts and, with a bit more caution, managed to successfully navigate your way through the open window. The sense of accomplishment was fleeting, replaced by an acute awareness that Shinsuke was still watching you.

Once inside, you quickly located the Yale lock and twisted it open, your actions mechanical as your mind raced with the encounter. Opening the door to a grateful Shinsuke, you were met with an expression that was a combination of relief, gratitude, and an echo of the same hesitation you felt.

"Thank you," he said, his voice grounding you back in the moment. "I... I appreciate the help."

As Shinsuke stepped into the hallway, the narrow confines of the space became immediately apparent. There simply wasn't enough room for both of you, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself with your back pressed against the wall to make way for him.

Shinsuke's embarrassment was palpable; his low murmur of sorry barely filled the charged air between you. Yet, the proximity, the feel of his soft fur brushing against your skin, ignited something within you—an attraction, a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

It was a ridiculous impulse, perhaps fueled by the adrenaline of the evening's events, but in that moment, you

cast all caution to the wind. Leaning forward, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a bold, impulsive kiss.

The sensation was unlike anything you'd experienced; his sharp teeth and the slight protrusion of his muzzle made the kiss awkward, unconventional. Yet, there was an undeniable rightness to it, a thrilling mix of danger and softness that sent your heart racing.

For a heartbeat, there was stillness, a pause in the world as if it too was holding its breath. Then, as if awakening from a daze, Shinsuke responded. One enormous arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer with a gentleness that made you shudder. The kiss deepened, his hesitation melting away into a rhythm that was all the more intoxicating for its uniqueness.

When you finally broke the kiss, Shinsuke was grinning, a genuine expression of happiness that lit up his features. As soon as he caught himself, his smile began to falter.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “my teeth-”

"Don't," you said quickly, not wanting him to hide away a part of him that you admired. "I like your smile."

He paused, a look of surprise flickering across his face before settling into something softer, more thoughtful. "I know my kind aren't common here in Europe. I don't want to... scare you off," he admitted.

With a playful gleam in your eye, you retorted, "I'm not so easily frightened, Shinsuke."

To prove your point, you leaned in once more, capturing his lips with yours in another kiss, bolder and more

assured than the first.

Your lips moved together with a familiarity that left you hungry, desperate for more. Shinsuke's arm, still wrapped around you, pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, his soft fur brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally parted, breathless and with hearts racing, Shinsuke was beaming, his smile wide and unashamed. The sight filled you with a warmth that radiated from your chest, spreading through you with the comforting heat of a sunbeam on a chilly morning.

With a gentle chuckle, he said, "I think I owe you dinner, at the very least, for all this trouble."

Your agreement was immediate, the prospect of spending more time with him sparking a flutter of excitement within you. "I'll have to thank Felicity for pushing me to talk to you," you mused, the thought of your friend's earlier teasing bringing a smile to your face.

Shinsuke's laughter was a deep rumble, a sound that you were quickly growing fond of. "Then I owe her thanks as well," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mirth and something tender that made your heart skip a beat.

As you stepped into his home, the warmth of the evening's potential wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, and you smiled.

[calx-bdo]

"FROM THE START!"

SAE ITOSHI X READER !

GENDER NEUTRAL!

warnings : sae being a cutie patootie

From the day Sae arrived in Spain, it was not going well. He had just met up with his competitors in the Royal Madrid club and he had felt absolutely, utterly defeated. There was no way he was going to become the world's best striker. It was out of reach, for a nobody like him.

Not even in academics can Sae outshine them. Although it was obvious that he clearly wanted to at least try to best them in something, not even trigonometry was on his side. In many ways, Sae had already given up on his dreams.

Merely a month has passed and Sae still has not found any sort of joy since coming to Spain. Everyday, even after merciless professors unleashing questions that required at least 18 scholars and 23 trained council leaders at the Agora from Ancient Athens to decipher (his classmates solved it in approximately 0.394 seconds), he also had to face brutal training sessions from his dog-like coach, barking orders at him day after day, week after week. This torture sessions continued on for weeks on end, until Sae could not take it anymore. He just really wanted a break, and just really wanted to see Rin again. Sae shut the door to his apartment, and really, REALLY wish he did not break down in his paper-thin dorm walls. That all went down the drain when he turned his phone on and saw Rin, 5 year old Rin, smiling back at him. Soon, one tears turned to two, two turned to three, and three turned to many. Itoshi Sae, Japan's child prodigy, the treasure of Japanese Football, was having a mental breakdown in his dorm room in Spain.

Who would be the knight in shining armor to save his day?

...You, of course. This wouldn't be a Sae x reader fanfic if it weren't you.

Kind-hearted you living next door overheard his sobbing and got worried. Who would be crying at 6.50 pm in the night? You were tired from studying about the law from the Roman Empire anyways, and thought you deserved a break from the mind boggling questions posed to you. (Seriously, who asks people to find the cause of the downfall of Rome? As a LAW STUDENT?)

So, you did only what your tired mind could think of. Bake some cookies for your neighbour. Do you have all the ingredients? Yes, since you bought them on a whim, albeit losing the motivation to bake immediately. You got up from your chair and decided to head to your kitchen. (LET HIM COOK 🔥🔥🔥)

Although the cupcakes were baked on a whim, you can't deny that the sweet strawberry scent was in fact, quite convincing that this cupcake was most definitely one of the best things you've baked in a while (being a law student doesn't really allow for leisure activities..), and it did help get your mind off the excruciatingly painful essay questions anyways. Now, all you have to do it just pass it to him. Easy, right?

The doorbell rang once. Twice. Thrice, and you hear heavy footsteps trudging to the door. You took a deep breath as you hear the door handle turn, and tired eyes glanced at the cupcakes in your hand before turning towards you. All you could do was give an awkward smile to the eyes, covered by the bangs and looking absolutely demolished. "Um, You...sounded like you weren't having the best of days. You, um, do you want a cupcake?" A deafening silence fills the room. "Okay. Thanks." Sae gives a small smile. An approval.

You and Sae's "neighbourliness" got closer and closer, until Sae and you actually were considered best friends. Best friends that attended everything together, from Sae's soccer matches to your court proceedings, and even Sae following you to every frat house party (in the breaks given, of course.) to ensure that nobody dares to even come one inch closer to you when you're intoxicated.

It was actuallg at this particular party when you realised your true feelings for Sae. And that's when you're sober, so you REALLY know it's real. The realisation hits you when you come back from the toilet to see Sae pushing someone away approaching your drink with a ... something in hand. They were then engaged in an argument, and then, Sae just...slapped him. It was like everything happened in a flash, but the constant increase in your heartbeats sing a different song. Sae eventually was so done with the guy he went upstairs, dragged your arm and found a quiet place to sit at to calm down.

"...fucker. What a bitch. Can't believe he would even think I would let him touch that." Sae kept grumbling and mumbling about it, but your mind was only focus on how his long lashes fluttered when he batted his eyelids, or how he crumples his cup in rage when bitching about that guy.

For you. For you, for you, for you, for you, for you-

Thoughts were swarming your head right now, and Sae, seeing the distressed look on your face, got worried for you.

"You kay?" Sae's worried voice asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks." You meekly reply.

The music from the party slowly drowns out. The Spotify playlist that Sae made (for you too, by the way) was all you could hear beside the blood rush in your ears.

"Mmn, this song is good." Sae commented.

Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today..

"Sae, can I tell you something?" You raised up.

"Hm? What's up?" Sae questioned, his eyebrows raising.

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart..!

"Promise, PROMISE, you won't laugh?" You had to make sure. It's gonna be very extremely embarrassing if he does.

"What's got ya so worked up? I won't, I promise!" Sae ruffed up your hair adoringly.

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

"Well, I-" You hesitated. Will he reciprocate your feelings? What if he doesn't and finds you annoying? What if he didn't even like you as a friend? What if-

"Hey, you're off again. What did you want to say?" Sae's voice takes on a sterner tone, concern etched all over his face for you.

"Well, I confess I loved you from the start.."

You have never seen Sae's face so red before.

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pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: T

You’re at the pub which is, secretly, one of your favourite places. There’s nothing like being surrounded by alcohol and a throng of people to make you feel just that little bit more human. To forget you’re an immortal being who death didn’t become and pretend you’re just like every other person here, enjoying a drink and the ambience.

It’s Crowley’s round so you and Aziraphale are sequestered away in your favourite booth, the one that just happened to be free when you walked in. The three of you went to go and see a play earlier so you and Aziraphale are discussing it in great detail, so totally wrapped up in your conversation that you don’t notice someone has begun to lurk.

A cleared throat jolts you both out of the moment and back to reality. A man is smiling down at you in that way English people do where it doesn’t quite reach their eyes. 

“Mr Fell!” he says, enthusiastic and condescending at once, “Just the man I wanted to see. I wanted to check that you’d be voting on Friday about the council’s proposed change to parking permits?”

Aziraphale blinks, blankly. You pick up your wineglass to drain the dregs of it, and as you do whisper: “Mr Brown” just loudly enough for the angel to hear.

“Oh! Right, yes. I’m sure I’ll find time to pop along,” he lies. Mr Brown doesn’t seem to have yet clocked that your husband can be a voracious fibber when he wants to be and seems placated with this, but as he goes to leave he clocks you a bit more thoroughly, especially the way Aziraphale’s hand is perched lovingly on your knee.

“You’re a little bit young for him, aren’t you?”

The absolute brazenness of this statement knocks you for six. Aziraphale’s eyes widen, flabbergasted. All the two of you can do is sit there utterly perplexed.

“I’m sorry?” you manage to choke out. It’s not just that you’re old enough to be his great-to the power of a hundred-grandparent, but that he'd have the gall to say that sentence out loud. Brown sniffs.

“All I’m saying is–”

“Hell-o.”

Crowley’s timing is immaculate. He’s got another two bottles of Zinfandel in his hands and puts them onto your table with a decisive thunk. 

“Can we help you?” If there’s one person who can make that sentence sound like fuck off, it’s Crowley. When Brown doesn’t answer Crowley raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“I was…”

“Because it seems like you’re bothering my spouses while we’re out for a drink, which wouldn’t be very neighbourly of you.”

It’s Mr Brown’s turn to look shocked now, his eyes darting between the three of you.

“Spouses?” 

Crowley wiggles his fingers in front of Brown’s face, his golden wedding band shining in the low light of the pub. 

“Yes, plural. Now, unless you have anything to add to our conversation – which I highly doubt – I think you ought to scuttle back to your little carpet store and remove your nose from other peoples’ business, don’t you?”

Sufficiently cowed, Brown quickly makes his exit with his tail between his legs. Crowley looks over to the pair of you.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just a bit taken aback,” you confess. Aziraphale squeezes your knee.

“Thank you, Crowley,” he says, before turning to you, “I’m so sorry love, I didn’t–”

“Aziraphale, love, there’s nothing to apologise for. I can’t believe that just happened.” You let Crowley top your glass up, take a drink, and then muse: “He is a bit right though.”

“What?”

“Well, I’m, what, two thousand years old? Ish? And you both must be at least six thousand. I suppose you are cradle snatchers.”

They choke on their wine, and you laugh.

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[gumnut-logic]

Five pick up and one drop off (Pick up 5)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4 | Pick up 5

This one took a bit of wrangling, but here it is.

Monique first appeared when Scott needed a little roadside assistance.

I hope you enjoy her second appearance :D

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Monique was his pickup truck and he loved her.

She had been red a long time ago, but nowadays she was more brown and just old. He did keep her maintained and she was definitely road worthy. But she was old. And when you’re old, things sometimes broke down.

Which is why Virgil Tracy, billionaire, International Rescue operative, engineer, artist, musician and coffee fan was currently lying in the weeds on the roadside under the old girl.

There was grease in his hair.

It was his fault really. He had been so busy of late; he hadn’t had time to get out to the farm and service her. And since she was no longer driven regularly, well, he had hoped, but this was inevitable.

Sorry, Grandpa.

He sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to fix this out here in the middle of nowhere country Kansas, and consequently he was stranded.

Looking at the state of the bearings involved he was lucky he had made it out here without seizing something up and coming to a very sudden stop.

“Sorry, Monique baby, but you’re not going anywhere for a while.” He sighed and reached for the rag he knew he would be needing.

“Virgil?”

He jumped.

Unfortunately, being under the car with little or no clearance, he whacked his head on the gearbox.

“Ow! John, what the-?”

“Virgil, you okay?”

His brother’s voice came from his collar comms, of course. Johnny was not standing next to the car. Though, come to think of it, Johnny would be preferable to the brother he knew he was going to have to call.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Jus’hit my head. What do you need?” Please not a rescue. He was on leave and leaving Monique on the side of the road was just wrong.

And he was working out logistics on how to get Monique into Thunderbird Two fast enough not to slow them down. But then she would be in the way and could compromise a mission, and damnit, he really didn’t want to leave her on the side of the road!

“Just checking in. You’ve been stationary in the middle of nowhere for some time now and its not like Monique has a computer I can interface with for a tech report.”

“You mean hack. My Lamborghini has not felt right since you played in her processor.”

“I needed information! You looked like you were being attacked!”

“I was being kissed, John. Clean your lenses.”

“Over the hood of your car.”

“I enjoyed it.”

“TMI, Virgil.”

Virgil couldn’t help grinning. It wasn’t often he won a verbal spar with his space brother. “I am fine, John. No kissing happening here.”

The frustrated groan from orbit only made him grin more.

“So you don’t want me to notify Gordon that you need rescuing?”

The grin vanished and it was Virgil’s turn to groan. Okay, needling John was never a successful ploy. One day he would remember that his brother was a genius and had all the answers.

A sudden banging on the side of his truck startled him enough to hit his head again. What the-?

“You okay down there, mate?”

Uh? Virgil pushed himself out from under his truck and found himself squinting up at a guy about his Dad’s age.

“Broken down?”

“Uh, yeah.” He got his feet under himself and leaning on Monique, stood up.

There was a giant black pickup truck on the other side of the road, three times the size of Monique. A sticker with flickering flame towards the rear declared ‘Burning dinos’.

“Need a hand?” The guy had a grey beard and hair, bit of a belly, and tattoo down one tanned arm.

Virgil grabbed that rag and wiped his hands best he could. “No, she’s not going anywhere, I’m afraid. Thanks for stopping, though.”

“Not a prob. Just doing the neighbourly thing.” The man frowned. “Say, are you from around here?”

“Not quite-”

“You look familiar.” The man’s frown deepened.

Uh, oh.

“You been on the HoloV?”

“Uh-“

The man peered at his face, enough for Virgil to have to take a step back and collide with Monique.

“You look a lot like one of those rescue guys. You know, the ones who fly those planes that make all that noise.”

“Well, yeah I-“

But then the guy was laughing. “Sorry, you must get that a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

“It’s not like one of those billionaires would drive something like that, is it?”

And he was gesturing at Monique.

Virgil frowned. “Well-“

“After all, I earn enough and look at my girl. She’s got everything I can afford and still she needs more.”

A glance at the black monstrosity and there was definitely no need for more. He seriously doubted the vehicle had ever done a lick of work, or in some cases, could.

He could hear his father saying it now - ‘she ain’t pretty, but she’s practical’. Dad always was function over form. Monique may be old and worn, but she’d earnt every scratch and scrape, and she wore them proudly.

“So, you doin’ her up?”

“What?”

“Your truck. She a work in progress?”

“No, she just needs some repairs. My brother will pick me up soon.” He really should call Gordon, despite the ribbing involved.

“Sure you don’t want a lift?”

“Yeah, thanks anyway.” Was it rude to hope the man would leave?

Probably.

Unfortunately, either way, he didn’t.

“So, what is it? The money?

“Excuse me?”

“The reason why you drive a broken truck.”

“Uh-“

“Just imagine if we had the money. You could fix up it up, give it a new paint job.” He arched an eyebrow at Monique. “Or buy a new one.”

“I like my truck as she is.” Bar a busted bearing or two.

The guy eyed Virgil like he had a disease. “Why?”

“She’s an heirloom.”

“I can see that.” He took a step back as if to really look at Virgil’s truck. “Is that a backyard eco-conversion?” A look of pure horror crossed the guy’s face.

“Yeah.” Dad and Grandpa had done it together back in the 2030s. Grandpa didn’t want to take the truck off the road, so the gas engine got the boot and Dad had helped him install the eco-conversion.

“You do realise an eco can’t compare to a traditional gasoline engine? My girl has six hundred horsepower under her hood. She works hard and plays hard. She can pull 15,000 pounds and not break a sweat.”

Virgil folded his arms. “Impressive.” Except for the whole burning hydrocarbons issue, deal breaker that it was. He wasn’t going to mention Monique’s specs, she was after all, more than she looked.

Besides, he could hear the sound of his girl in the distance. She could pull a lot of things.

Thunderbird Two shot into a low hover above Monique, tossing hair and grass alike, her roar all encompassing. “Hey, Virg, Johnny said you needed a lift?” Gordon’s voice bounced around as big truck guy’s jaw dropped.

“Thanks, Gordon.” Virgil turned to his companion and held out a hand. “Thanks again for stopping.”

The man’s hand was offered absently as he stared up at Virgil’s girl.

“You might want to stand back.”

He vaguely nodded and backed his way across the road to his truck.

“Gordon, grapples will do the job. It’s not far.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and, pulling open Monique’s driver side door, climbed in and put on his seat belt.

The clunk of four magnetic grapples, a gentle tug, and Monique left the ground.

Virgil couldn’t help but look down at the man staring up at Virgil’s girl.

Was it wrong to enjoy the shock on the man’s face?

Probably.

-o-o-o-