#and you couldn’t cheat and add money you could only get out of it by having someone move in with you and controlling them

[sterekmpreg]

Did Stiles have to hide during his pregnancy or his one of those dudes who can get pregnant?

p.s: what was toddler eli like?

I have such mixed feelings on that topic…. Like if you headcanon Stiles as Trans (FTM) then I guess he wouldn’t have too. But me personally, I’d say yes, Stiles had to hide his pregnancy from everyone outside of the supernatural world. His pregnancy only being possible really through being Derek’s mate and the strong magical power that has tied it’s self to Stiles through out the years of just being a human in a werewolf pack… but I have headcanons for both but mostly magical werewolf pregnancy that has to hidden.

Magical Pregnancy:

1.) Seeing as men getting pregnant isn’t ‘normal’, Stiles has to take a break in his college years in order to hide his pregnancy. They say it was a family health emergency to the school, his Dad was having a hard time with his heart again. And with the sheriffs history, it’s not a long shot for many to believe when they ask why Stiles wasn’t back off at college when he’d just started.

2.) Stiles has to steal some of Derek’s clothes are baggy in him around the fourth to sixth months as his tummy really begins to be way to obvious under his own clothings. Sweat pants and sweater or just over sized tees was Stiles usual look to the public in that time frame. And although, yes, Stiles is having a hard time handling his depression and anxiety with his medication dose changed and it’s effect be visibly seen on Stiles physically, when people start speculating that Stiles had dropped out of college and became a depressed pot head his dad and Derek basically went Feral. Shutting down anyone, mostly other moms, who give Stiles judgmental glares or rush their own kids away from Stiles when they’d pass them in the stores or streets, because really that was just un-fucking-fair and, “what, you’ve never seen someone struggle with their mental health? You’ve really been that privileged? Then maybe you should just mind you’re own fucking business, Bitch!”

3.) Derek is quick to get a home out in the sticks of Beacon Hills before Stiles pregnancy gets past the sixth month. He’d been working for his father-in-law at the police station anyways and had quite a lot of money between that and the money he’d had left from the Hale family funds that hadn’t been stolen or burned. The house is perfect, kinda reminds everyone of the Hale house before it’s destruction. It’s big, and spacious, but just in the right ways to make it homey and comfortable. At least all the way out here Derek could get Stiles outside later in the pregnancy for walks or to get some sun and fresh air without the judgmental eyes of the neighborhood.

4.) Deaton, Melissa, Peter, and Chris are given the task to set up a room with everything needed to delivery the baby in one of the spare rooms of the house. They go above and beyond with any and all possible out comes, it looks like a straight up medical heaven in there. Anything and everything all in the spacious room.

5.) thankfully, Stiles survives the birth of their son even though he gave everyone a great scare, and when people around town start to notice Noah and the rest of the pack members around town with a baby the cheating rumors zoom through the neighborhood. But thankfully, Cora steps up and says she was a surrogate for them, which quiets the town down enough.

7.) When they file the birth certificate, Noah simply adds adoption papers for Derek to have rights to make decisions for his own son and be legally just as much a parent as he was biologically. Derek and Stiles were so thankful for that, couldn’t imagine if something happened to Stiles and the courts tried to take their son from his father.

Eli as a toddler:

1.) Eli is a ‘wild child’ as Noah puts it. Always energetic and loud…. Just like his mom was as a toddler. He likes to run in the yard and the house even though his dad like to reminds him ‘inside feet! Inside feet!’ As he zooms from room to room squealing in delight with his father chasing behind him with wide, terrified eyes.

2.) Eli is a picky eater…. Really picky. He won’t eat any food that isn’t made by his mommy, claiming it just tastes different when it really doesn’t but his little toddler Brian tells him it does. Derek has a hard time getting him to eat while Stiles is away on work and it becomes common for takeout after the meals Stiles preps before he leaves for his trips runs out.

3.) Eli gets sick a lot a child, his werewolf abilities not active yet, and this makes Derek a panicked mess of a man. Stiles can handle his sick child with ease and typically ends up sick with him. He knows how to get Eli to take his medicine without crying, what foods Eli can keep down when his tummy hurts from the flu, and how to get the curly haired boy to fall asleep with no fuss. Derek, on the other hand, tries his best. Whenever Stiles isn’t home he usually ends up on Noah’s doorstep at midnight crying because he just doesn’t know what he could be doing to fuck this whole parenting thing up so bad. Noah sighs and helps his son-in-law take care of his grandchild and reassures Derek he isn’t hurting Eli, it just takes some practice, especially when werewolf’s don’t get sick so how could Derek even begin to know where to start.

3.) Eli likes to get dirty. Rolling around outside, playing in his finger paints, chewing on markers…. Stiles can’t even remember how many times he’d tried to let Eli use the markers and would get up to grab Eli a snack not even 3 feet from his child and turned back around only to find Eli have half a face of blue with a disgusted face as he spits the markers tip from his drooling mouth. No white shirts are used in the child’s wardrobe because Eli would just get them stained with dirt, grass, and mud after playing on his play set in the yard. Stiles has learned how much some simple dish soap and hot water could do after started drawling on the walls and smashing play dough into the carpet… he’s also learned that tears work great on stickers stuck on the rugs.

4.) When the pack of coyotes had broken into the house because Derek had left the door open, Stiles grabs Eli off the floor and rushes into the kitchen while gripping his and Derek’s child to his chest tightly. When Derek enters the kitchen where Eli is sobbing and clinging onto his mom Stiles stares at Derek with wide eyes and moves back when Derek reaches a hand out towards them. “Don’t touch him,” Stiles warned, his instincts where off the charts and he wasn’t mad at Derek, just needed to hold his son to calm him down. When Eli has calmed down enough he screams when he sees his father next to his mother and calls Derek a monster. This breaks their hearts and Stiles graves Derek’s hand before he can rush out of the kitchen. The spend hours reassuring Eli that his father wasn’t a monster and would never hurt them. Eli insists on sleeping their bed for weeks to make sure his mother wasn’t in danger and Derek can’t help but cry when it’s just him and Stiles because Eli’s at school. He never meant to traumatize his son by keeping him safe.

5.)Eli loves spending time with his mommy and typically helps Stiles make dinner by clinging onto his hip with his head resting on his mothers shoulder. This, of course, has made Stiles pretty skilled in the kitchen compared to before Eli was born.

6.) Derek and Eli spend a lot of time together when Stiles is gone and Derek kind of feels guilty that his glad Stiles isn’t home all the time, because then Eli would probably hate him. Eli magically dismissed that fear though when he was getting bullied for having two dads and he only wanted to talk to Derek because “Daddy is tough. Daddy is the strongest person alive! Daddy will know what to do, mommy! ‘Cause Daddy will ask Mommy first cause Mommy is the smartest person alive too!”

I have so many more head cannons for Eli as a preteen and such. But these are just a few of my headcanons for Stiles's pregnancy and toddler Eli. Hope you love them🙃

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

Oh!!! It's a good thing I was staying up late or else I might've missed this!! (Oh god this got a lil long, I'm so sorry ajdgskahd)

Using she/her, how about a kakegurui one where R(eader) is a relative of Yumeko's, maybe her sister (or cousin could work too), and it's like. Yumeko's the fun loving one, her canon sister I imagine is the calm one, and R is like the angry takes no shit from anyone type, and she's there to watch over Yumeko's trouble attracting ass to keep her inline, so to focus on that, she doesn't gamble (Yumeko does enough of that for both of them) but now that's making trouble turn to R instead in the form of an infuriating Kirari, R like back talks to her and would probably bite a hand that gets too close if she has to, and when Kirari in one (underhanded) way or another manages to corner R into a gambling match with some poor soul so Kirari can observe her, R shows that she's just as good and insane as her relatives (though calms down faster?) , aaaahh I don't know what else to add on or how to end this, can't think much this late so here you go!! I hope you have fun!!

The Jabami Blood Flows

Jabami Sister Reader, Yumeko Jabami and Kirari Momobami (Platonic)

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn’t really get into the gamble. I couldn’t make myself research exactly how craps works and I’m not smart enough to calculate any math or cheats. The canon gambling timeline might be a little messed up too because it’s been awhile… But I think I captured the spirit of what you were asking for. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,523

(Y/n) couldn’t remember what life was like when her parents were alive, nor could she really remember what her oldest sister Souko was like before Yumeko had to send her away to live in that special hospital. All she knew was that life as a Bami was eat or be eaten, take or be taken from, and she hated it.

When Yumeko told (Y/n) of her plans to transfer to Hyakkaou, she was dead set against her going. That was where she went to school, Momobami Kirari. The one who had a hand in their older sister’s decline in mental health along with their own aunt. However, nothing that she said to Yumeko could get her to change her mind. So (Y/n) did what any good and responsible sister would do and filled out her own transfer papers so she could tag along.

It was difficult keeping track of Yumeko when they were two years apart, especially when the middle school was in a separate wing of the sprawling building.

But after she had heard about Yumeko becoming a house pet within the first week, (Y/n) had nearly blown a gasket. In retaliation, she quickly sized up the casino disguised as a school and realized the students could do basically whatever they wanted. (Y/n) was disciplined, a diligent worker and good student, so she got all of her schoolwork ahead of time and did it at home so she could keep an eye on Yumeko throughout the day.

She allowed Yumeko to take part in the Debt Swapping Game to undo the damage she had done to herself and her “new friend” Saotome, but after that (Y/n) was all over her… not that her nagging was very affective, unfortunately.

“You’re so cute when you pout!” Yumeko gushed, squeezing (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) grabbed her sister’s wrists and groaned, “Neesan, I’m serious! No more gambling! We have the money, pay off the debt so you can stop wearing that ridiculous tag!”

“Sweet little sister, always looking out for me. You don’t worry so much, okay? I want to keep this tag just for awhile longer.”

“Why? It makes no sense, people treat you worse than an animal!” (Y/n) only got more upset the longer this conversation dragged on, “Get rid of it!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Yumeko smiled, somehow so carefree, “it makes for some really interesting gambles!”

“You’re so stupid!” (Y/n) suddenly yelled, finally shocking the smile off of Yumeko’s face, replaced by mild surprise, “It’s like you want to end up like Oneesan, you want to leave me all alone!”

“(Y/n)—“ Yumeko reached out her hand to (Y/n) but she ran passed her and kept running until she found an empty classroom to cry in.

She couldn’t cry forever though, and soon fell into a quiet, simmering anger that began to boil the more she thought about how their lives had come to this.

“Momobami Kirari.” She hissed hatefully. She ruined Souko and was in the process of taking Yumeko away from her too. Well, (Y/n) wasn’t going to standby quietly.

She wiped her eyes and and stood up, tromping through the halls, she followed the signs until she came to the Student Council room and without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open with a loud thump, making the pair that resided within look up.

“You can’t just charge in here like that!” Sayaka was quick to reprimand.

But Kirari put up a hand, “Don’t be troubled, Sayaka. It’s just one of my dear little cousins paying me a visit. I’d recognize a Jabami anywhere. Care for tea, (Y/n)? I haven’t seen you since you were quite small, you’ve grown a lot.”

“Jabami…” Sayaka’s mood soured a bit more. One Jabami was already one snake too many.

“And you look very cute in the middle school uniform.” Kirari continued on, tilting her head towards Sayaka, “I remember your middle school days Sayaka, you looked very cute in that uniform too, although this one is nice as well.” She tugged on the hem of Sayaka’s jacket for emphasis.

“Thah- thank you, President.” And like that, Sayaka was subdued, but still a little wary of their impromptu guest.

“I don’t want your stupid tea, or small talk!” (Y/n) yelled. “I want you to get rid of the house pet system!”

“You can’t just storm in here and demand such a thing!” Sayaka bristled.

“Ah, is Yumeko refusing to pay off her debt?” Kirari sat back in her chair slightly, “Unfortunately for you, I’m not inclined to accept your request. Your sister is just too fun to watch.”

“I hate you!” (Y/n) seethed, Kirari’s eyes widened, but it was clear amusement rather than surprise at the outburst, “I hate what the Bami clan is under your rule! If it was someone else— if things could have been different— My parents would be alive, Souko wouldn’t be in the hospital and you wouldn’t be trying to take Yumeko from me right now! I hate gambling! I hate that when people gamble, they are risking the happiness of people they are supposed to care about too! I hate you for pitting everyone against each other all the time! You have the power to stop all this before we all destroy each other for good, but you don’t use it, and I despise you for it!”

“Oh my,” Kirari cupped her between her thumb and index fingers, “so much resentment for a girl so young. Are you sure you aren’t Saotome’s little sister?” She chuckled.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Is it not? I find it a bit amusing at least. For someone with Jabami blood flowing through her veins, you are very adamantly going against your nature. It’s interesting. You might be one to watch as well.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think Yumemi has plans for your sister today. You might want to start making your way to the auditorium to cheer her on.” Kirari said instead, steepling her fingers in front of her coral blue lips.

A look of realization and then dread fell over (Y/n)’s face. She gave Kirari one more glare, then bolted from the student council room.

“What a rude girl!” Sayaka huffed. “Has she no respect for upperclassmen at all?”

“Easy Sayaka,” Kirari soothed with a teasing lilt, “I think my week just became a little more interesting.”

***

In the days after Yumeko’s admittedly unique gamble against Yumemi, (Y/n) had taken to giving her dear older sister the cold shoulder. It made Yumeko sad and pouty of course, but until she could promise (Y/n) that she was done gambling for good, (Y/n) refused to talk to her. She started going back to her classes like normal instead of following her sister around and did her best not to think about all the bad situations Yumeko could be putting herself through.

But she couldn’t ignore her sister for long, not when an unfamiliar upperclassman came to her classroom to summon her for a gamble. Apparently, Yumeko had got herself in a lot more trouble than (Y/n) had dared thought possible, or so the house pet had claimed.

“Where is she? Yumeko!” (Y/n) ran into the room, only turning around when she heard the door lock behind her. “Hey! What are you doing? Open the door!”

“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”

(Y/n) whipped her head to the back of the room to see a tired looking upperclassman, another house pet, sitting at a fancy craps table in front of a large mirror that almost took up the whole wall.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to get back at Jabami for what she and Saotome did to me at that damn debt swapping game. You’re her little sister, right? What am I saying, of course you are.”

“What do you want? Who are you?” (Y/n) asked defensively.

“Kiwatari Jun.” The upperclassman answered with a smirk, “And I’m gonna turn you into a house pet.”

“Like hell you are. You can’t force someone into a gamble unless they are part of the council. Unlock the door.” (Y/n) commanded, but Jun chuckled darkly.

“You’re right, I can’t make you do anything, but the door is locked from the outside, and I don’t have the key.”

“Then I guess we’re just stuck here forever until we die.” (Y/n) hotly retorted.

“Not the case,” he knocked on the mirror behind him. “See this, it’s a one way window. People can see us, but we can’t see them. Once we gamble, someone will come and let us out.”

“I’m not going to gamble you.”

“You will. Word is your sister is going on a gambling tear without you yapping in her ear. She’s got a real big gamble coming up today with that crazy Beautification Committee officer. You know, the one who likes swinging a gun around.”

“Yumeko already gambled her and was disappointed. She wants nothing to do with Ikishima now.” (Y/n) had really hated that gamble. It was exceedingly frightening. She was glad Yumeko had been put off by Midari’s recklessness in some shape.

“She came up with a new gamble that really has your sister going. Safe to say she’s giving her another chance. I don’t expect you to believe me, but is it really a risk your willing to take? If you aren’t there… you might not see her again.”

(Y/n)’s blood froze. She didn’t want to believe this guy, in fact, she was sure he was lying, but her fear of losing Yumeko was stronger than reason. Saving Yumeko was the only thing she could think of that was truly worth gambling for…

“What is the game?” She finally asked through gritted teeth.

“Craps,” he swept his arm over the table, “A simple dice game, what do you say?”

“I want to test the dice.”

Jun exhaled though his nose, “Not a gambler, huh? You sure seem to know what to look for.”

“When you grow up in the world that I have, you can’t help but pick up a thing or two.” (Y/n) sat down at the opposite side of the table, she could feel her heartbeat picking up like it would at the starting line of a race, or before reading a speech in class. She hated the feeling. She hated how her body loved the feeling. The excitement of doing something that felt totally crazy.

Despite not remembering her mother very well, she was definitely her daughter. That blood flowed through her veins as it did with Yumeko and Souko. A red glow briefly reflected off of her eyes.

“Are we doing this, or not?”

All of Jun’s little tricks were exposed round after round, but even if (Y/n) had let them slide, she was rolling perfectly every time, a skill she had picked up by merely watching Souko practice as a toddler, just a baby even. If she wasn’t so dead set against gambling, she could probably be making millions of yen a week. Her playing style reminded Jun more of Mary, but every once in awhile, she’d make an absolutely insane call that could only be something a Jabami would ever think to do.

It didn’t take long before all of the money the student council had leant him was on the other side of the table and with it, his dreams of freeing himself from his house pet chains. Now he was another four million yen in the hole.

“No… you’re just a snot-nosed middle schooler!” He hissed, pounding his fists against the table, making the dice and chips clink together. “I was supposed to win.”

“Idiot.” (Y/n) smirked, the red gleam appeared in her eyes once more, “Don’t you know nothing is guaranteed in gambling, nothing but disappointment for someone anyway.” She got up from her chair, not even caring to take her winnings with her. “A pity a had to lose my no gambling streak because of you. You weren’t even a challenge.”

She walked over to the door, pleased to see it was already opening in anticipation of her approach. She was a little surprised to see it was Sayaka who opened the door, however. She was even more surprised when Sayaka pulled her forward and a zapping noise met her ears, followed by a heavy object hitting the ground. She turned to see Jun curled up on the floor and saw the taser in Sayaka’s hand. He must have been coming up to attack her for humiliating him so badly.

“You never learn, do you, Kiwatari?” Sayaka tisked, “Lose with dignity for once.”

“Thank you for the show, Jabami (Y/n).” Kirari rounded the corner seconds later. She must have been watching from the other side of the glass. Suddenly this impromptu gamble was making a lot more sense. Jun didn’t seem smart enough to come up with a scheme like this himself.

“I should have paired you up with someone interesting, but I wanted to see what I was working with first. You did not disappoint. We will have to do something like this again soon.”

“No way,” (Y/n) could already feel herself coming down from the brief high of gambling a upperclassman into submission, “I’m not going to let you catch me in a position like this again. No way in hell! Yumeko isn’t even in trouble, is she?”

Kirari smiled, “No, she’s not. However, I’m sure I could make an offer or two you simply would not be able to refuse. Whether it’s to forbid your sister from gambling in this school again, ending the house pet system, dethroning me as student council president, or even as the head of the Bami clan, I’m sure we could work something out. I think it would be really exciting for us to gamble one day.”

(Y/n) hated the shiver of excitement that ran up her spine. There were a couple of options in that short list she wouldn’t mind seeing to fruition, yet she shook her head and bumped into Kirari as she passed her.

“Just stay away from me!”

“I’ll be seeing you around, (Y/n). Have a good rest of your day.” Kirari waved, watching (Y/n) stomp away with amusement.

***

“Oh, (Y/n)?” Yumeko was surprised that after days of the cold shoulder, (Y/n) had sought her out for a hug, but she was very happy for the suprise affection to say the least and instantly returned the embrace. “You’re being so sweet to me! What brought this on, I wonder?”

“Don’t gamble with Ikishima ever again, got it?” (Y/n) ordered, “And always make sure you have your phone on you so I can ask you what you’re up to, okay?”

“Okay, okay!” Yumeko giggled, “You don’t have to worry. That person you just mentioned is dead to me anyway.”

A strangled moan of Yumeko’s name could be heard in the distance, but no one acknowledged it.

“Hey,” Yumeko’s eyes lit up, “let’s go do something fun this weekend. Just you and me, anything you want, okay?”

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)’s lips and she nodded, hugging her sister tighter.

“Yeah!”

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui oneshots #kkg x reader #kkg oneshots #requests #anonymous

[powerofelvis]

No Longer The Housewife

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Austin!Elvis x f!reader

Word Count: 6000

Summary: You arrived in Vegas to sleep with another man after enduring an unhappy marriage. You didn’t realize that the man that you would encounter would bring out your long missed youth. 

Warning(s): Angst, Infidelity, Fluff, SMUT (in this part, there’s spitting, choking, degradation, edging, and overstimulation), Different Types of Kinks (and I mean that wholeheartedly), The Vegas Era

A/N: I’m sorry for the stupid summary, I’m not good at summarizing my stories yet. However, it is finally here. This fic will be three parts, so it is a short series because I love to torture myself. I also did not add any adjectives, so the reader could be any ethnicity, so to my fellow sistas, have fun! This fic is based off of this song, so I recommend you listen to it before or while you are reading it ;)

masterlist. 

Your husband was gone once again. You and your husband had been married for five years, yet you’ve only spent three of those years with him. You had tried to keep yourself busy—the burden of feeling lonely weighing in your mind. You didn’t want to tell your husband that you were lonely, but it was beginning to get harder to stay quiet as your husband was off doing god knows what. You knew that your husband had a wandering eye and at first, you didn’t let it bother you. You figured that as time went on, his wandering eye would shrink and he would only see you. You couldn’t be more wrong. Your husband didn’t only have wandering eyes, but a wandering cock as well. He thought that you wouldn’t have known—but you knew. The phone calls during the night, the lipstick stains on his collar, the perfume smells on his clothes that weren’t yours. You weren’t sure when you had begun to feel lonely, but you were lonely and very bitter. How could he do this to you after you had given him ten years of your life and five of those being married. You were young, while he was nearing his forties. Your family and friends warned you that marrying someone who was ten years your senior could come with consequences, but you loved him. How could you have not?

Your husband wooed you with flowers, gifts, and vacations but you didn’t want anything but his love. However, love apparently wasn’t enough for him. So it was at this moment that you decided that you would find someone who would love you. Someone who wouldn’t spend their money on you just to keep you in the shadows while they indulge in forbidden pleasures. You knew that there was a man who would treat you better than your husband—what you didn’t know was the man who would treat you better than your husband was Elvis Presley. 

Your friend wanted you to come along with her to see Elvis perform at the new International Hotel. You did listen to his music, but you were only a casual listener. The idea of meeting another man at this show was the only reason that you decided to go, along with the fact that you didn’t know if you could stomach another night in, seeing your husband come home with evidence of him sleeping with another woman. As you packed your bags for this small getaway, you decided that you wouldn’t leave Vegas without sleeping with another man. In the back of your mind, you were telling yourself that it was a bad idea—that stepping out on your marriage just to get back at your cheating husband meant that you were no better than him. However, you didn’t care what your conscience was saying, because hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. 

You had been so good to your husband, moving away from your family when he had gotten the career of his dreams, leaving your dreams behind in the process. Your husband didn’t like the idea of you working, so you bite your tongue and stay at home being a homemaker. You were not meant to be a homemaker. You had dreams and ambitions, yet you blindly followed your husband into the life that you were miserable in. After this weekend, you were going to change from the miserable wife, to the woman that you had always dreamed of being. So as you packed your bags for the weekend trip in Vegas, you slid your wedding band off of your finger and left it on the nightstand, knowing that your husband wouldn’t be home anyway to see. You grabbed your bag, leaving your house and your homemaker status behind. 

***

You arrived in Vegas before your friend, deciding to sightsee while you waited for her flight to arrive. You had a few hours to spare, deciding to meet with her at the hotel. Vegas was more beautiful than you could have imagined. The more than you looked around the city, the more your hatred for your husband grew. You would have thought that you weren’t even married because you threw the thought out of reconciling with him once you returned home. You were walking through one of the casinos that Vegas had, the Stardust. It was very vibrant, so you made a note to return tomorrow so that you could gamble a bit. Your time here was going to be spent having fun and enjoying being free from your husband, so that’s what you were going to do. You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice that there were a pair of blue eyes watching you. “Are you lost, darlin’?” A southern accent brought you out of your thoughts. 

You turned, eyes widening and jaw dropping as you saw Elvis Presley in all of his glory. He was better looking than he was on the television, his olive skin glistening from the warmness of the casino—cigar in hand. He tilted his head, tongue in cheek as he waited for your reply. You coughed, placing your hands behind your back as you rocked on your heels. “Oh uh—yes, I’m lost actually. I’m looking for my way out of here, but I was intrigued by the vibrant feeling of this place.” You stumbled over your words, mentally hating yourself that you were rambling in front of him. Elvis chuckled, taking in your body language as he stepped closer to you. You gasped, stepping back a bit in fear that you would embarrass yourself more than you already had. 

“Don’t be shy, mama. I’m not gon’ bite, unless you’re into that.” He chuckled, extending his hand. “Elvis Presley. My pleasure to meet such a beauty.” He smirked, blues burning into your eyes as he stared down at you as if you were his next prey. Your hand shakingly raised as you shook his hand, not once looking away from his gaze. “Y/N, pleased to meet you.” Your face dropped as you watched him pull your hand up to his lips, pressing a longing kiss to the back of it. He was laying it on thick, you thought. As you stood there indulging in his presence, you suddenly remembered that you were supposed to meet with your friend ten minutes ago. You pulled your hand out of his, feeling the empty feeling that you had never felt before. “My apologies, Mr. Presley. I have to meet with my friend, so I must take my leave. It was a pleasure to meet the person that has the whole world at his feet.” You shot him a smile, before running off before another word could have been spoken. 

You met up with your friend a few minutes later, choosing not to tell her about your meeting with Elvis. “Where have you been, girl? I’ve been standing here like a fool waiting on you.” She chuckled, pulling you into a hug. Your friend, Lindsay hasn’t seen you since your wedding day. She was also the President of the “I hate your husband” club. When she had first met your husband, she made it known that she didn’t like him and that she didn’t even want you to marry him. She conceded after she saw how much you loved him, but it didn’t stop her from letting it be known that you could do much better than him. She would always tell you, “What kind of man buys you things and asks you to be his wife, just to step out?” She also made it known that if she had ever seen your husband out with one of his whores, she would castrate him and throw his dick into the Mississippi River. You used to think that she was being unreasonable, but as time went on, you started to think that maybe she could see right through him. 

The thought of your best friend being right about your husband had broken your heart right down the middle. You didn’t want to tell her about the cheating, but one night you didn’t have anyone to talk to. You broke down on the phone to her, telling her about the lipstick stains that you found on your husband’s shirts and the purple marks that you could see on his body. You were thinking that she would have said “I told you so,” but yet she sat on the phone with you, telling you that he would soon be sorry for hurting you the way that he has. The show at the International wouldn’t happen until later on that night, so you would have to deal with your best friend dressing you up so that you could have the attention of everyone. You didn’t really want all of the attention, but you wanted to at least have the attention of the man who would be yours for the weekend. 

***

As time started to wind down, your best friend had convinced you to dress into a two-piece pink getty-up, the sheer top had lace that barely covered your stomach and a matching skirt that stopped at your thighs. She had curled your hair, letting it sit on your shoulders, while doing your make-up to perfection. You stood in the mirror, not knowing who this new you was, not being able to dress this way before. Your husband would have had a fit seeing you dress this way, but you could care less about what he had thought. He had spent five years trying to mold you into his ideal woman, but would sleep around with women who weren’t his wife. You were ready to stop some hearts tonight and you didn’t care how you had to do it. As you and your friend walked into the showroom, you could feel multiple eyes on you. You had to admit that you were uncomfortable at first, but your best friend told you to relax and remember that it was time for payback. Your husband wouldn’t know what hit him once he realized that things would soon change once you got home. 

A waitress came to the table that you and your friend shared, taking your drink orders before rushing off to retrieve them. You were sitting so close to the stage that you could reach out and touch him, but you decided to stay firmly into your seat. The lights dimmed and the music started to pick up as the crowd went wild. At that time, the waitress came back with your drink before scurrying away from your table. Lindsay clapped her hands, clearly excited that she was finally going to be able to see Elvis perform. You on the other hand were excited that you would see him again. He walked out on stage in his white jumpsuit, oozing confidence and sexuality. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of the jumpsuit being slightly opened at the top—revealing his chest hair. He looked gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes away from him. His eyes scanned the crowd, smiling as he blew his breath out of his mouth. Eventually, his eyes landed on you and his smile turned into a smirk as he looked you over. You melted into your chair, taking a gulp from your drink as your eyes stayed locked on his. You were so entranced by his presence that you didn’t hear Lindsay screaming that Elvis was staring at you. Not that you didn’t know that already. 

His eyes left yours as he began to go into his nostalgic tunes, jerking his hips in multiple directions. At the sight of his hips thrusting, you could imagine his hips thrusting into you. You snapped out of that thought, instantly remembering that there was no way that Elvis Presley would ever think about sleeping with you. You didn’t know that you would be wrong once again. As he started to sing “Love Me Tender”, his eyes found yours once again and it felt as if you two were the only ones in the room. Your body heats up at him walking over to the table that you were sitting at, pulling you up into his arms before pressing a kiss to your lips. You gasped, opening your mouth, which allowed for him to maneuver his tongue past your lips. You could have fainted in his arms, but your lips moved along with his, gripping at his white jumpsuit to keep your body from crumbling to the ground. 

As soon as he appeared in front of you, he was gone in the crowd as he continued seeking out his fans. Lindsay grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back into your seat as she began to ask you about what had just happened. You couldn’t form a single word, only looking over at your friend with wide eyes. Your fingers landed on your lips as you smirked at the memory of Elvis Presley’s lips on yours. He was going to be the man who you slept with, he had to be. Shortly after that awakening experience, Elvis appeared back on stage where he ended the show with ‘Can’t help falling in love’. His eyes lingered at your table as if he was performing that song just for you. At that moment, a man appeared behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. You turned, seeing a blond haired man who was wearing sunglasses. He leaned into your ear, whispering “Elvis wants to see you tonight in his suite.” 

***

Lindsay freaked out, hearing that Elvis wanted to see you privately. You had thought about not meeting with him, the thought of sleeping around on your husband still lingering in your mind. You didn’t want to ruin your marriage, you kept telling yourself. However, the pictures that were seared in your mind of your husband coming home with lipstick stains and hickies on his body as he looked over you with pure disgust on his face pushed you forward. “You deserve this, Y/N. Go show your husband what he missed out on.” She giggled, leaving the elevator that you both were on, heading off to your shared hotel suite. Elvis had the penthouse suite, which meant you had a while to go before you got there. The blonde-haired man who you learned was Jerry Schilling, his bodyguard, had told you that he was expecting you. He got off on his floor shortly after, giving you a smile as the elevator doors shut. You were suddenly nervous, being in the elevator alone.

The elevator moved up until it finally dinged at the penthouse floor. Your heart pounded into your ears and sweat pooled in your hands, but you were confident that you were called up to his room because of the two instances that you had met with him earlier on that day. The voices fighting in the back of your head seemingly stopped as you exited the elevator, walking up towards the door of the room. You couldn’t believe your luck, seeing Elvis Presley take interest in you. Your husband couldn’t even do that and he was your husband. Your husband, you thought. That no-good piece of trash was the reason why you were here in Vegas, about to meet with Elvis Presley. Why were you thinking about him and his feelings so much? He was the cause of all of this, yet you couldn’t take your mind off of him. You stood outside of the room for a second, pondering whether or not you should knock. Eventually, you do, rocking on your heels again as you wait for the door to open. Elvis appeared as the door opened, smiling as he stood in front of you—wearing a satin purple dressing robe with his initials on them. You gasped, seeing that his chest was revealed, glistening in the light. “Well, come on in, darlin’”. He stepped aside, allowing you to come in. 

You entered the room, in awe at how big it was. It was much bigger than the normal room that you and Lindsay were sharing for the weekend. You walked over to the huge glass windows that showed the beautiful Vegas lights that burned brightly at night. It was truly a beautiful sight, which made you once again appreciate that your friend talked you into coming to Vegas with her. This was the life that you wanted, not being a homemaker for your husband. Not being cooped up at home, enduring his cheating ways and the glares that he sent your way because of it. “Beautiful..” you forced yourself to say before turning back to look at Elvis. He had sat down at the piano that was in the corner of the room, watching you with a smile. You didn’t know what it was about you that had him enamored, but you wouldn’t complain about it. You walked over to him slowly, taking in the sight of him manspread at the piano. He was gorgeous, more gorgeous than any man you have ever laid eyes upon. You sat down next to him, playing a little tune on the piano. Elvis curled his eyebrow, looking over at you. 

“You know how to play, mama?” He smirked at you, his icy blue eyes staring into your soul once again. You could have melted on the spot, but you sat there, taking in a deep breath before opening your mouth. “Yeah, I can play a little. My mama used to be my piano teacher when I was younger, but that was before I had to stop playing for personal reasons.” You shrugged your shoulders, playing the same tune that you played a while ago. Your mother was the best piano player in your hometown and she had wanted you to be the same, but you met your husband and things went south fast. You gave up playing because he wanted you to leave him for his new job. If you could go back, you would have told him that he could shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. “Well, if you want baby, I can teach you.” His southern drawl drew you out of your thoughts for the third time today. 

You wanted nothing more than to learn the piano from Elvis. “I would love nothing more than to learn under you.” You giggled, turning to face him. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was like an enigma. From his blue eyes that bore into your soul like it was a window to his southern charm, Elvis had your attention from the first meeting. You wanted him and you were determined to have him before the night was over. Your husband would learn that you would not be at his beck and call since he was sleeping around. You were going to become someone else’s girl—and that someone was Elvis Presley. “Are you okay, darlin’?” Elvis took you by the hand, standing up from the piano. He walked you over to his couch, sitting you down. He grabbed two glasses, filling them with whiskey. “Ya’ like whiskey?” He chuckled, handing you one of the glasses. You didn’t like whiskey, but you were feeling free at the moment so you nodded your head as you took a small sip out of the glass. 

Elvis spent the next hour asking you questions about yourself. You answered them as truthfully as you could, smiling as he told you about himself. He was definitely different from the superstar that was all over the radio and you felt yourself falling under his spell. He could sense that you had something on your mind, but you told him that you were just tired. “Do you want me just to let you crash here tonight?” He asked you, eyes seeming hopeful that you would agree. You chuckled, nodding as you pulled your feet up on the couch. “I had planned on staying here, if you didn’t mind?” You crawled over to him, rubbing your hand down his chest, fingertips grazing over his chest hair. Lindsay was right—you needed to be loved and having your body touched correctly. “My friend brought me to Vegas to find someone to touch my body correctly.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you snuggled up to him. “I can do that, mama.” He pulled you up in his arms, walking you back over to the piano.

You smirked, knowing you were going to get exactly what you wanted. Elvis placed you on top of his piano, pulling your skirt off of your body. You shivered, feeling the wet spot on your panties come into contact with the cool air. You didn’t realize that you were wet from staring at him manspread at the piano earlier. Elvis smirked, spreading your legs so he could have a look at your wet panties. You were shy at that moment, wanting to hide your arousal from him, but his magnetic pull on you forced your legs to stay open. His blue eyes not once leaving your face, he leaned in, pressing his lips on your thighs. Your body jerked slightly, the feeling of his kisses becoming unbearable on your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved his mouth closer to your core, his eyes now moving from your face to in between your legs. Goosebumps formed on your skin as you waited for his next move. 

Elvis finally gave you what you were waiting for—licking up your wet underwear, collecting the little arousal that spilled from your cunt. You shivered, throwing your head back as you moaned out in pleasure. “Don’t run off, mama. I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.” He teased, pulling you down the piano—closer to his face. It seemed as if time had slowed down, but you were fully aware of what you were getting yourself into. Elvis tugged your underwear off of your body, pocketing them in his robe. “You’re not to cum until I tell you that you can, ya hear me?” His now dark blue eyes locked on yours, sending you overboard into pleasure. You nodded, tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Use your big words, baby.” He wanted you to talk back to him and who were you not to oblige? 

“Yes..” You whimpered out, hoping that this answer would suffice. He tsked, shaking his head at your short answer. “Yes, what?” He tilted his head as his fingers rubbed circles on your thighs. He couldn’t have wanted you to call him daddy, right? You watched him in confusion, but decided to test the waters anyway. “Yes, daddy.” You moaned out, thrusting your hips upward against the air, wanting some type of friction. He smirked, leaning back down before pressing a heated kiss to your thighs again. “That’s my good girl.” He licked a stripe from your thigh to your core, slowly pulling your lower lips with his teeth. You hissed, digging your heels into the top of his piano as you watched him. He chuckled, spitting on your cunt before lapping up your juices that were not mixed with his saliva. Elvis watched you from under his long eyelashes as you squirmed from his touch. His arms locked around your legs, holding you still as he lapped at your cunt. He moaned, sending vibrations up your body, and the coil in your stomach began to form. “Daddy, please...I don’t wanna cum yet.” You groaned out, trying to run away from him. “Oh, you’re not, baby.” 

It seemed as if he was eating your cunt for hours because every time you were close to cumming, he would pull away, smacking your pussy. He was edging you. The bastard was teasing you and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. At this point, you were crying at the feeling of not being able to cum. You felt as if you were going to explode, but your body wouldn’t allow you to. He chuckled, jerking his cock in his hand as he watched you try to grind your legs together to gain some friction. “Did Daddy say you could do that? Are you tryin’ to make him upset, naughty girl?” He walked over to you, climbing on the piano as he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Since you ain’t listening like the dumb slut that you are, I’m going to tease you more.” He pulled his hand from around your throat, sliding off of the piano. “Lay right there, baby. I’ll be right back.” He chuckled, walking over to his closet. Seeing him pull out a vibrating dildo, your eyebrow raised. Your husband had never introduced toys with you as your sex was very bland, but with Elvis, it seemed as if he wanted to try different things out. You loved it. You loved the rush of feeling as if your sex life with him would be spontaneous as his lifestyle. 

Elvis walked back over to you, rubbing the vibrating toy along your clit. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back on the piano. Your orgasm was starting to build back up, but you were afraid that he was going to edge you again so you tried your hardest to hold back. It was useless because the way the toy was hitting your clit, sent jolts up your body. He smirked, sliding two of his ring-covered fingers into you, pumping into you at a fast pace. You screamed, shaking along the piano, shaking your head wildly. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, please! I can’t take it anymore! Please!” You begged as he moved the vibrator along your clit in a circular motion—his fingers still fucking inside of you. Your back arched off of the piano, toes digging in. “I guess I can allow my slut to cum, huh?” He tilted his head, shaking his fingers into your pussy wildly, hitting your spot again and again. “Please, Daddy, I’ll listen... I swear!” You begged, holding on tightly as your orgasm rose higher and higher. “Cum for Daddy, slut.” He moved his fingers faster, and the vibrator moved in long strokes along your clit. 

This was it, you were finally able to chase after your orgasm, and you did. However, it felt as if you were going to pee, which caught you off guard. “Daddy, I have to pee. Please stop.” You moaned out, trying to pull your hips away from his fingers and the vibrating toy that he was currently torturing you with. He laughed, still continuing with his motions. “That’s okay, baby; I will catch it all.” He leaned down, replacing the vibrator with his tongue. You squealed as warm liquid shot out of your pussy, covering Elvis. He moaned, lapping up all of it—not letting one drop hit the piano. He pulled away, sliding his fingers out of you before licking your juices from his fingers. You had never seen something so hot before in your life. This was photo-worthy, but you decided to keep it etched into your memory. He picked up the vibrator, placing it against your lips. “Clean it.” He demanded. You didn’t have to be asked twice as you wrapped your lips around the toy, tasting yourself. 

***

This alone turned both you and Elvis on. Elvis pulled the toy from your lips, throwing it over his shoulders as he climbed up on the piano. He needed to be inside you at this very moment. He pulled his robe open, grabbed his hardened cock, rubbing the tip along your entrance. “Ya’ ready for me, baby?” He groaned in your ear as he aligned with your entrance. You groaned, pushing the robe down off of his shoulders just a bit, leaving the material hanging off of his shoulders. He looked sexy—bedroom eyes watching you with amusement. “I’m ready, Daddy, fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. Elvis pushed inside of you slowly, his head laying on his chest as he groaned at how you were squeezing him. You mewled, tugging him close to your body—your breasts pressed against his chest as he thrust into you. 

Elvis had been with plenty of women before; some were even famous in their own right. However, he felt differently about you. You were all he thought about that day, leading into when he saw you again at the dinner show. He could remember how you smelled—the shampoo that you used seared into his brain. He thought about how your skin felt under his touch and how you tasted. He had bet that you tasted sweet like peaches, and he was definitely right. He wouldn’t have thought that he would have you writhing underneath him as he thrusted mindlessly into you. He wanted you as many times as he could have you before he would have to let you go, but he didn’t know if he could let you go. Elvis always got what he wanted and he didn’t care what he had to do to get it. At this moment, he wanted you and he would go through any and every one to get you. What he didn’t know however was that someone else already had you. 

Elvis thrusted slowly into you, his hand wrapped around your throat softly. He could have the sight in front him painted—you moaning, head tilted back in ecstasy. You had tears forming in your eyes, gripping the piano as if you would fall off if you didn’t. His robe hung off his shoulders as his thrusts picked up speed, his hand gripping a little tighter along your throat. Your moans caught under his hand, eyes crossing as he hit the right spot inside of you. The tears fell down your cheeks as you begged for him to go faster, harder, anything. Elvis obliged, pounding his hips into you harder, his feet hitting keys on the piano that sounded beautiful along with your moans. His black locks flopped against his forehead, sweat dripping on your body as he continued ravishing your sweet cunt. His hand moved from your throat, gripping your cheeks. Your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to pull. 

“Open your mouth wider, lil’ mama. Let Daddy see your tonsils.” He groaned, watching as you opened your mouth wider for him. You weren’t sure what he would do with your mouth, but you were too fucked out to care. Elvis spit into your mouth, hips continuing to thrust into you at a rapid pace at this point, demanding you to swallow what he gave you. You closed your mouth, swallowing his saliva down quickly as he returned to choking you. “I can’t-..” You whimpered out as your coil finally snapped inside of you, sending you headfirst into the longest and hardest orgasm you've ever had. You gripped your hands on his biceps, digging your nails into his skin as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. However, Elvis was not done with you. His hand let go of your throat once again, moving down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing your clit wildly. You gasped at the overstimulated feeling, blood pumping in your ears. You could feel your spirit leave your body at the overwhelming pleasure that he was making you feel. Your husband definitely didn’t hold a candle to Elvis—both physically and sexually. 

The warm feeling in your stomach returned as he continued pounding into you, playing with your cunt. “I can’t take it, Daddy. I can’t take it.” You truly didn’t know if you could handle another orgasm. “You can and you will, slut.” He grunted out, his other hand slapping across your face. Your eyes widened as your lips parted once again. “Again..” You moaned out, wrapping your legs tighter around him. Part of you was appalled that you wanted to be slapped again, but the other half wanted him to be rough with you. You were free, flying on a high that you didn’t need drugs for. He smacked you across the face again, groaning as his hips started to lose the pace he had set. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so you pulled him down to his—licking and biting at his earlobe. He shivered, continuing to push into you. “W-where d-do you want it baby? Inside you or?” He spoke quickly, feeling his orgasm build faster and faster. “Inside me, I don’t care.” You moaned, your own orgasm crashing over you—spurts of your own juices squirting out again against his pelvis. He nodded, grinding his hips into you as he soon came after you. His moans were so hot, causing a shiver to go up your body. You had never had such mind-blowing sex like this before, especially with someone who was not your husband. 

That night, Elvis took you again and again all over his room. You would have lied if you said you didn’t enjoy being used and fucked by him because you begged and pleaded for him. He itched the scratch that you never knew you had, awakening the youth that was long ago locked away when you married your husband. After hours of love-making, Elvis had fallen asleep in his bed, holding you close to him as snores left his lips. You laid there, staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed with feelings that you couldn’t sort out. You had to get out of your marriage, you had to tell Elvis that you were married, and you had to tell your husband that you refused to continue being trapped in a loveless marriage while he was out fucking another women. However, you weren’t any better. You were laying in a bed with Elvis fuckin’ Presley after spending the entire night getting your brains fucked out by him. You had to do something and it had to be soon. You sat up in the bed, sliding out of his embrace. Your heart broke as each step you took out of the bed, into your clothes, and out of his room took its toll on you. 

As you returned to your room that you shared with Lindsay, tears had already begun to fall out of your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to return back to Elvis to make love once more, but you were married. You couldn’t continue doing this to your husband, even if he was already doing it to you. You slid out of your clothes, walking into the bathroom to shower. While you were in the shower, you had thoughts of how you were gonna tell your husband that you didn’t want to be married anymore. Would he let you go? Probably not. He was very much possessive of you, but you didn’t see a problem with it until now. How could you have been so blind that your relationship with him was toxic? How would you tell Elvis that you were a married woman, but you wanted to be with him? You had decided while he had made love to you countless times that you wanted out of your husband’s world and wanted in Elvis’s world. 

After your shower, you slid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You knew what you had to do, but you didn’t know how you would do it. As you finally drifted off to sleep, you were content of finally becoming free. You were content that everything would be alright. You would soon leave your husband and if Elvis still wanted you, you would be his. You wanted to live your own life, a life that you felt comfortable in. A life where you would live the remaining of your life free. However, what you didn’t know was that there was a price to pay for this freedom. Because as you slept soundly, dreaming of the life you could have with Elvis. Your husband was on the other side of the country, packing his bags to find where his wife had gone. 

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The Sister Halstead (Part 1)

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Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Jay & Will Halstead x Female Sister!OC.

Warnings: None

“Jay hates me Will, I don’t know what to do anymore” I complained as I sat with my newly found brother Will Halstead. 

Let me back up a little bit. My name is Charlotte Lahey and up until 2 months ago, I didn’t know I had two half-brothers. Turns out, my mother happened to catch the eye of Pat Halstead 30 years ago and now I exist. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for me, mom took off when she learned she was pregnant and married the incredible man I know as my actual father. 

When I was 16, I found out about my birth father but it never changed anything for me. I was the daughter of Charles & Ava Lahey and that was that. For my 25th birthday however, I had a PI do some snooping into my biological fathers side of the family and low and behold, 2 brothers. 

Having split my time between Chicago & New York growing up, I never realized I had brothers just walking around the city I love. I decided 6 months ago that I would move back to Chicago to take over my father’s business there and at the same time do some snooping. It was surprisingly hard to figure out how to introduce myself to my brothers. Thankfully I didn’t have to because I ended up in Will’s care at Chicago Med when I fainted on a job site and nearly cracked my head open.

Which brings me to today. From the beginning, Will and I got on like a wildfire. This might have been because we’re both strawberry blonde & a little naive though. Jay however, did not take a liking to me at first or even now. He did not appreciate me insinuating that our father cheated on their mother with mines but after a while the evidence was irrefutable, thanks to the DNA test. 

“He’ll come around.” Will coaxed, looking at me with a sad expression. 

Luckily for me, will accepted me with open arms and we tried to get together often. With his work schedule as a doctor and mine as an engineer, it was difficult but we made it work. 

“But what if he doesn’t? He just sees me as a little brat.” I lamented. 

Our introductions didn’t help when Jay and Will realized that I got the tall end of the stick when it came to life. I think Jay resented me for that, giving that their upbringing in the south side of Canaryville wasn’t exactly peaches and cream. I was fortunate that my father Charles was an accomplished engineer who worked his butt off for his wife and daughter and in turn had much to show for it. I do admit that I’m the typical daddy’s money, high maintenance, city girl but since becoming an engineer myself and taking over our Chicago office, I’ve really made a name for myself. Not that jay cared anyway. He couldn’t get past the boarding schools, the gifted penthouse or fancy car my father afforded me. 

“Just give him some time. You know he already had a difficult relationships with dad, this just adds another pile of dirt to his grave.” 

All I could do was shrug. Eventually, Will’s lunch break was over and I drove him back to Med before deciding to drink some problems away. It was fuck it Friday after all. I ended up in a less than impressive establishment somewhere near the south side, drinking my worries of never having a relationship with my oldest brother away. 

“Double scotch” a voice said beside me at the bar. 

I glanced sideways once to see a guy in a leather jacket sat next to me at the bar. Only there were plenty of open seats not directly next to me. 

“The bar top is nearly empty, why the hell have you decided to sit next to me?” I asked the guy. 

He looked over at me with a slight scowl before taking a drink. 

“Definitely the company sweetheart.” He said sarcastically and downed the rest of his drink.

“You think you’re tough because you can shoot scotch?” I laughed. 

“Beats that bottom shelf tequila you’re drinking.” He shrugged, motioning to the bartender for a refill. Intrigued, I motioned for one too. 

As the drinks were brought over, I offered a cheers to the guy before shooting back a double scotch and nearly spitting it up. 

“That’s fucking disgusting.” I choked, trying to will myself not to throw up. 

“You got some balls kids. Hank.” He introduced. 

“Charlie. Hank is such a terrible nickname, I’m assuming for Henry?” 

“Yeah, you don’t really get to choose your nicknames. Charlie short for Charlotte?” He asked. 

“Yeah. Well nice to meet you Henry.” I smirked, offering my hand. 

“You too Lottie.” He laughed, returning the gesture. 

We ended up at a booth slamming back liquor and making small talk. Thankfully, we never asked any questions about each other besides our names and mostly complained about Hockey. 

“Fuck, I better head out. Didn’t realize how late it was getting.” I groaned, seeing as it was almost 2 am. 

“Nothing but sketchy cabs at this time sweetheart. C’mon, you’re better off taking my couch.” Henry motioned as he closed out the both of our tabs and grabbed my arm. 

“A little forward don’t you think?” I laughed, stepping outside into the cold Chicago weather.

“You wish.” He smirked with a roll of his eyes and offering me his jacket. I gladly excepted as we trudged our way through the streets until I found my car. 

“What about my car.” I whined. He stopped in his tracks, turning his head toward my vehicle. 

“Get in, you can park it in front of my house.” He informed me as I happily handed over my keys and got into the passengers seat. 

“Don’t crash her.” I warned. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to know what it would cost to replace her if I did.” He laughed. 

Before I knew it, I was climbing the stairs to his house and happily kicking my way out of my shoes. 

“You can take my room.” He told me, pushing me towards the staircase. 

“Not necessary, just give me a blanket and I will happily crash on your couch.” 

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you do that sweetheart?” He smirked. 

“The kind who really doesn’t want me to climb anymore stairs after shooting scotch.” I laughed, making my way to the couch and getting comfy. 

Seeing as it was nearly 3 am at this point, I set an alarm and began to get ready to knock out. 

“Here’s a blanket and a hoodie and sweats you can sleep in.” He told me, coming back from the upstairs in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked good casual. 

“You’re the best. Turn around, I’m too lazy to walk to your bathroom.” I informed him, before slinging his leather jacket back to him and stripping down. 

“Stripping down on the first date?” He laughed. 

“You wish Henry. I never did catch your last name.” I asked, finishing my task and walking towards him. 

I touched his shoulder as he knew it was safe to look at me and turned around. He didn’t reply but pointed to the inscription on his hoodie. 

“Last names Voight sweetheart.”

“I’m Charlotte Lahey. Nice to meet you Henry Voight.” 

#chicago pd #hank voight #hank voight x reader #jay halstead #jay Halstead x reader #will halstead #will Halstead x reader #chicago fire #chicago med

[eviecries]

Grandpa/Grandma’s Farm Legacy

This is my first generations challenge! There might be some tweaking along the way. 🩷

Required packs:

Horse Ranch

Growing Together

Cottage Living

City Living

Eco Lifestyle

High School Years

Cats & Dogs

Seasons

Get To Work

Get Together

Snowy Escape

Get Famous

You can replace traits with other traits if you want or you don’t own all these packs. Do whatever you want, just follow the main rules.

You can download the starting lot on the gallery. The my ID is pasteliiish. It’s labeled “Grandpa/Grandma’s Farm”

Place the lot in the biggest lot in the horse ranch world. You don’t need to afford it, you can use cheats.

Move into the lot

You can start the challenge with the maximum of 500 simolians (ignore my bad spelling, it’s a made up word, okay?)

MAIN RULES

You cannot sell anything on the lot. You must make your own money. You can “clean up” the lot over time in build mode. There is a lot of debug items. :)

You can renovate the house over time. Upgrade appliances, counters, furniture, etc. the only rule for this is you cannot delete the original house. You can only add onto it.. meaning that you basically just can’t start from scratch. (You can move the house on the lot though)

Renovate the house however you’d like. Change up the outside, inside. Add more floors. Expand it.

Next to the house there is a stable with stuff for a horse and nectar making. This rule also applies to this.

WORLD SETTINGS

Make sure families can’t move or move into other houses. That’s it.

Generation #1 - The inheritance

A few years ago, you inherited your grandparent’s farm. It’s old and dinky, but you have many great memories here. You have spent summers camping here and telling stories around the fire. You have bonded with animals and the townspeople alike. And now you’re all grown up. And you’ve decided to move in. It’s.. a mess. It clearly hasn’t been taken care of in a while. Sure, it may be old and close to falling apart, but hey— you’re pretty sure you can make something great out of it.. right?

Traits:

Rancher

Animal Enthusiast

Clumsy

Generation Challenges

Complete the Expert Nectar Maker aspiration

Never have a job and make money by nectar and livestock

Have one kid (Required)

Teach your kid the horse riding skill

Expand the house to have at least another bedroom and bathroom

Max the Nectar making skill(?)

Generation #2 - The Horse Lover

Ever since you where little you have been OBSESSED with horses. Your parent has made sure you have grown up around animals and farm life. And you love it. You couldn’t be more grateful. Now, your goal is to become the greatest horse rider of all time.

Traits:

Horse Lover

Loves the Outdoors

Jealous

Generation Challenges

Complete the Championship Rider aspiration

Train horses as your job (I haven’t looked so I do not know if there’s an actual job for this, but you can train horses using the community boards around the world)

Have one-two kids (Required)

teach your kid the horse riding skill

Expand the house

Max the horse riding skill and parenting skill

Generation #3 - Chasing Fame

You have lived in Chestnut Ridge your whole life.. and frankly, you’re done with it. You want to get out of this old house. It’s so.. dirty! All you want is to be a musician in the cities and become big and famous. How hard is that to ask for? So you decide to move out. Your parent is heartbroken, but you could care less. You’re finally living the dream.. at least that’s what you think.

Traits:

Self-Absorbed

Cheerful

Music Lover

Generation Challenges

As soon as you become a young adult, move out of Chestnut Ridge and move to San Myshuno

Complete the World Famous Celebrity aspiration

Max the singing skill

“Accidentally” have a kid (required, this can be cheated or legit)

Never get married

Once your parent dies, visit your childhood home and realize that you miss it (parent death can be cheated or legit)

As an adult/elder move back into your childhood home and buy a horse and max your friendship level with your horse

Slowly lose your fame and switch to a family aspiration. You do not need to complete the aspiration.

That’s it for now. I’ll be adding more to this challenge over time, but I’m tired. Enjoy :)

#ts4 simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #sims4 #legacy challenge

[smolvenger]

Stella of Essex, or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed Series. Chapter Eight: Rhodendron

Fix-It Fanfiction Series of The Essex Serpent

Pairing: Some Stella Ransome/William Ransome, mainly Stella/Being Happy, and William/Being Held Accountable and Facing Consequences for Cheating Eventually Stella Ransome/Male OC

Series Summary: Stella must come to terms with not only her mortality but her husband's heartbreaking affair. A picture of a marriage of love and bliss torn apart by a husband's infidelity. And Stella herself in the center of it all, torn between a wife's duty and her own quiet but present rage. Where in the midst of devastating heartbreak she gains her strength, finds her voice, and dares to seek freedom, hope...and even revenge.

Chapter Summary: Stella flees from her husband's house and asks for the aid of an old friend in her predicament. She writes testimonies of William's infidelity to be sent and shared.

Warnings: Eventual Major Character Death, Female Rage, Good For Her, ANGST, WHUMP, HURT/COMFORT, DRAMA, Discussions of Adultery, and the Trauma of Being Cheated on, discussions of marriage, children, mentions of death, religion, drinking, brief cursing, and mentions of illness. Being Anti-William and Anti-C*ra, so if you like them or the pairing be warned.

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Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven

“There is a vision I have…Of slender women…who are born and raised to be perfect women. Who take whatever punishment we give them, and bounce back, strengthened by love, unconditionally. It is a vision that has become my life…there are still women. Women willing to sacrifice themselves for the love of a man. Even a man whose love is completely without worth”- M. Butterfly, David Henry Hwang.

“OPHELIA: I hope all will be well. We must be patient, but I cannot choose but weep”- Hamlet, Shakespeare.

I moved slowly, but I reached town. No one was around—no one around to recognize, stop or force me back to his house. I was fortunate in that. It was getting to be evening. The clouds were dark, and the wind picked up. I stared up into the sky, then closed my eyes and clasped my hands together.

“God, please protect me. God, give me strength.” I prayed.

I opened my eyes to the dark grey clouds and crossed myself solemnly as the few rain drizzles broke. I then continued further into Aldwinter.

By the time I reached Fanny’s house, it burst into a torrent of rain. I covered the bag beneath my coat and removed the money from my pockets quickly into the bag. So, help me, the money and letters would not be damaged beyond their use!

I had not exerted myself like this in a long time. My knees wanted to give in from exhaustion beneath me. The rain splattered from an angle and hit a part of me. Trying to gasp in a breath, I reached up with one shaking hand and began to knock on the door.

From the inside, I heard Fanny.

“Have you heard something? A noise? Let me take Carrie to her nursery..."

I knocked again. My wraps were fewer- but still urgent. I leaned against the wall to keep from collapsing.

“Oh God, no…it couldn’t be….” She fretted.

“You don’t think?” I heard the Austrian accent of her husband, Vince Kroeger, add on.

“The snake!”

How long could I stay out here? Any minute I could black out and collapse outside! Shakily, I used the doorknob to pull myself back to my feet, I kept pounding on the door with a fury, and I begged with what loudness my voice could muster.

“Fanny! Fanny! Please let me in!”

I heard footsteps at the door and the click of the lock.

“That’s no snake!” Vince commented.

Fanny opened the door and gasped seeing me. Her husband, a tall, muscular, strong-chinned man with wheat-colored hair slicked back, followed behind her. My tired legs finally collapsed beneath me. He caught my hand and pulled me up so I would not fall onto the threshold of the door and home.

“Why, it’s Stella!! Dear God, Stella! Here! Like this!” Fanny yelped.

“Get me inside, please! Quickly! And shut the door, now!” I begged.

He walked me over to the parlor they had. It was a red and white room with a tea table, a pink couch, white decorations, and a pretty grandfather clock. They placed me to lay down on the couch. It must have been shocking- me in a coat covering only my nightgown beneath and my hair was undone and free and a little wet in my face, hair, and coat from the storm. Fanny even squinted and put her finger in my hair. She pulled out the blue wildflower.

“What…what is this? Have you walked all the way here in the rain? Why are you here? Why are you scared?”

I heard the door close and lock.

“Mrs. Ransome, should I fetch your husband, does he…” Vince offered.

I shook my head desperately.

“No! I’m here because of William!” I interrupted.

From inside my coat, I pulled out the bag. I reached into it, retrieving the letters. Thankfully, there was no water damage to them from the rain. I began to file through them rapidly. The ones I knew were love letters I moved to the front, keeping the others to the back.

“What do you mean?” Fanny asked.

I placed the pile of letters on the little tea table in front of the couch.

“The children- Has he hurt them?” Vince asked seriously.

His green eyes lowered down onto the letters in curiosity.

“The children are safe…” I answered.

“Then what is it? Why are you out of your sick bed? Your house? What did Father Ransome do?” Fanny questioned.

She too tilted her head at the letters.

“What are these?” she asked.

I placed my hands together, hardly believing the words myself. They struggled to come out of me but did.

“W-W-W-William…. William is having an affair. I saw him with her, making love to her in the forest.”

“What?!” Fanny yelled, leaning back.

Vince swore, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Then I found these!” I answered, picking up one of the love letters and offering it to them. I set it down in a pile before them on the tea table.

There was a pause. Fanny and Vince began to take the letter and read it together. Then Fanny focused on it as Vince moved on to the next one under it. They saw The Woman’s name clearly and began scanning them through. What if they didn’t believe me? What if they thought me mad and burned them? Would I have to jump into the fires and fetch them before they burned and move on somewhere else?

You could tell that they reached where the contents became more amorous. Fanny blinked rapidly and then placed a hand over her mouth. Vince’s jaw dropped as he read the back of the second letter and then placed a hand on his forehead as he finished reading it. I removed the letter from her hand and clasped both of mine onto hers, begging again.

“Fanny, I know you have a spare room. I knew at least you of all the women here would pity me! Please, let me stay here! I told my children they could find me here- I cannot be with him anymore, not after this. If you cannot- then take me somewhere else, I can stay! Please! Please don’t let me go back to William’s house!”

She placed a hand over mine, her lips pressed together.

“Do you…do you believe me? Both of you?” I asked.

Fanny nodded, her brown, squinting eyes brimming with tears.

“Yes! Yes, I do! Oh, dear God, Stella! Christ almighty-Father Ransome himself an adulterer! I never could have imagined the day! How terrible! You poor thing! Poor thing!” she wailed.

“I never thought ever he would even think of this…and not now I’m…I’m…He never loved me!” I confessed. “Not after everything I did for him all those years! None of it was enough for him!”

I crumpled down onto the couch, burying my face in my hands to sob again. never thought there would be enough tears I could shed over William’s apprehensive betrayal.

Fanny leaned me in for an embrace and let me cry against her. She went “shhh” and patted my back and hair as I cried it out again. I felt her head turn towards her husband.

“Could you make some Chamomile tea, darling?” Fanny asked softly.

“Yes, mein Hertz,” Vince confirmed.

I heard his footsteps in the kitchen and some water running. Fanny then pulled me up and held my shoulders, looking into my eyes.

“Have you told William you know about it?” she asked seriously.

“He had not returned home by the time I departed. I left him a note to him saying I knew. Left some to the children too. Their notes said I would be here. Fanny, I couldn’t abandon them! What mother am I if I did that! What mother am I to do that…” I answered.

“But that means William could find their notes!” Fanny pointed out.

I nodded. My hands felt clammy beneath me.

“Please, Fanny, please don’t let him in! I can’t stand to even look at him anymore!” I pleaded.

“Of course not! she confirmed.

In the other room, I heard the tea kettle whistle.

“May I stay here?” I repeated.

“Yes, as long as you would like….” Fanny answered.

Vince returned with three steaming cups of tea. He handed one to each of us. He continually asked if I was alright as I drank my own liquid, sweetened with honey. Fanny continued to read through the letters, frowning as she skimmed over each and every page on the pile. Finally, she curled up her fist and slammed it onto the table, shaking the papers.

“God! William! And with her too! Her! The Londoner Widow!” Fanny cried angrily.

Vince gulped down his tea, then went over to check the guest room. I heard their infant daughter babbling from her nursery. Fanny then looked up at me, and then bowed her head low.

“I thought I saw something between them…” she confessed.

“Between them?” I asked.

First, she looked down and away, and then at me, eyes shiny again and frowning sadly.

“At the dance. They danced together and they seemed very passionate about it as they did it. How he looked at her that night I... I wondered if it was…was a look of longing. But I thought, William is a vicar and a loving husband, he would never, not to you, he wouldn't….and that I was only making up something silly and then I got distracted with my little girl. I’ve been…been terrified for her since Naomi …"

I nodded. Sadly, in the past, William had to lead the funeral services of Vince and Fanny's first three children. Finally, they had a little girl who was healthy. I could not blame her vigilant fear of her daughter, especially with word of The Serpent.

"But now…now I…” Fanny babbled on.

She wiped a few tears with her hands and sniffled.

“Stella, I’m so sorry. I should have warned you or told you about it…” she confessed.

“I was the one who encouraged him to dance with her at that party in the first place. And you weren’t sure about what you saw and wanted to look after your child! it wasn’t you; I was the one who made him stray,” I added on.

We embraced each other, letting the waves of crying and guilt wash over us again, released and free.

She took my hand to help me up. She walked by me into the guest room. It had white wallpaper with blue flowers and green foliage dotted across it. There was a tall bed with white blankets and next to it a desk with a mirror on it. A chair with a pink pillow sat next to an unlit fireplace.

“I was the one who introduced you to him in the first place! All those years ago! Oh, all those years we all swooned and giggled over William, who would have thought!” she muttered with anguish.

I made no reply. She led me to sit up on the bed. I looked down at the diamond shapes on the carpet and began to comment on my thoughts.

“But you see…I let him be with her. I just never thought…never imagined…. Fanny I- I thought it was just at most a little infatuation with her, like every other man in town. I thought it was me he truly loved. I let them walk together for the Serpent. I let them dance. I let her dine with us. I never thought…I never imagined once that…. not until…”

I wrapped my arms around myself.

“I practically pushed him in front of her! It’s my fault! It’s my fault I got consumption! It’s my fault for encouraging him to do this! It’s my fault I told him to dance with her! And it’s my fault he betrayed me!” I mourned.

She handed me a handkerchief to sob into. I began to cough some blood into it as well. Her fists clenched at her sides.

“Did you…ever tell Will to sleep with her? Not dance- sleep with her!” she asked.

“No, I never did,” I answered.

“Of course, not… it’s not your fault, it's his! He did a vile, wretched thing! Your husband should be the one crawling to you for forgiveness! You’re the innocent one, you’ve not done one bad thing since your marriage!” she replied.

She removed my coat. She then hung it up to dry on a rack on the wall.

"I've done bad things, Fanny..."

“You made us dinner countless times, grew flowers for my wedding, and even helped delivered my Carrie, Stella! It’s the least I can do for you! You helped every woman and person in town! You should hear what the other people discuss about you when you’re not around! What they’ve all said about you for years! About how Father Ransome was gifted with the sweetest, most virtuous woman on earth to be his wife and mother to his children! How lucky he had been to have you at all!” she commented.

“Really? I…I thought for years I was the one lucky he picked me….” I muttered.

I felt myself smile from the praise.

“Oh no, really, all this time, it was the opposite!”

I bent my head and folded my arms, but then looked back up at her.

“I never…but I’m not that…I…I…I thank you, Fanny….”

A bit of rain from the coat dripped onto the carpet leaving a little stain. My nightgown had been stained not only with a little blood and a little rain but also with the green stains of the grass from the forest. I felt Fanny’s eyes lead down to them.

“Can I…can I have a change of clothes, please? I think we’re the same size…” I asked.

She left, and then returned with a new nightdress. She helped me change into it. Vince arrived with a small plate of leftover dinner and then left, giving us space to talk. Surprisingly, I was ravenous and finished it quickly. Fanny lighted up the fireplace with a bit of wood and a match. She then gripped me by the shoulders, almost knocking over the plate on my lap onto the floor.

“There is one phrase I want you to repeat to yourself throughout this, Stella…it is not your fault! Do you hear me? Let me hear you say it!” she ordered.

“It…it is not my fault…” I repeated.

“Good!”

The baby began to cry.

“Ah! Little Carrie! I’ll be back soon- she must be hungry…” she excused herself.

She stomped out as Vince closed the door. Despite the infant’s crying, I heard another angrier, adult crying right outside.

“Scoundrel! The nerve of him! Cruel, heartless man! I ought to strangle Father Ransome myself when he’s on the pulpit on Sunday!” Fanny ranted.

“Calm down, dear, the baby! I can go to her if you cannot!” Vince assured her.

“No, no! That’s her hungry cry! Let me!”

She let out a frustrated sigh and stomped off to the nursery, uttering numerous curses that would make a sailor blush beneath her breath.

Vince cracked the door open and poked his head through.

“Mrs. Ransome…I do have a telegram and operate where I work. Tomorrow…I can, uh, walk you through the back door…and-and do you know where your own family lives?”

“I know their addresses, yes,” I confirmed.

“You can use it to send a telegram to your family. First thing tomorrow…I’ll even pay.”

“No, I have money-“

“No, let me!” he insisted.

He was right. I could only access wages through my husband and then they were his, not mine. This would probably be the only money I would ever access. They had to be used carefully.

“Alright. Tomorrow, if I’m still alive…take me there and I’ll send them. One more thing…do you have stationary, Vince? May I have some, please?”

“Yes.”

He left and then returned with piles of paper and a pen and then left me to write.

Outside thunder boomed. The baby wailed again, and I heard Fanny shushing her. I lowered my head onto the desk away from the papers and ink. I took in what shaky breaths I could. Then I jolted up with a fear that left my insides feeling watery.

What if tonight was when the consumption won over me at last? What if this was the hour?

Then I couldn’t stop now. I had to act. I would not die without the town knowing. I would not die letting William get away with this. I would not die letting this become a secret between friends.

I took out a piece of paper. I felt another tear roll onto my nose. I had to confirm this. Confirm to them and myself that my worst nightmare had come true.

“Dear Congregation,

Here, I lay, a charge against my husband, your Rector, the Reverend William Ransome of the Aldwinter Vicarage. His crime is that, without my knowledge, without my acquiescence, he had formed and consummated an extramarital affair with…”

I finished the rest of it. Then I got another piece of paper and wrote some more. My urgency steeled me forth.

“Dear Ladies of The Aldwinter Bible Study,

I write to inform you that I am in dire need of help and comfort. My husband, Father William Ransome, is having an affair.

I saw him meeting with her. They were kissing, embracing, and committing unspeakable acts in the forest within miles of our house. I then discovered the letters from and to William documenting their passion and having them in my possession. I shall reveal his lover’s identity should you ask me unless you have your suspicions. You are probably correct as to who she is.

I have no desire to see him anymore after this. I will no longer stay in his house.

I am staying at Mrs. Kroeger’s for the time being. I need your support immediately. I need you to bring my children to visit me whenever they can without their father in their presence. If you may, look after them, shelter, feed, and protect Joanna, John, and James! You shall send letters to me through Mrs. Kroeger. I ask you, do not allow my husband to even enter the Kroeger household.

Most of all, I ask you, if there is nothing else you can do, pray for me. Pray that I have the strength to bear this great pain, not only in my body but in my heart. If you can send the comforting words and presence of a friend! Or a prayer- a prayer that someday, I will feel what it is once more to be happy, now as I lay on what might be my deathbed!

Sincerely,

Stella Ransome.”

As it finished drying, there was a furious knock on the door. I jumped out of my skin.

“Mr. Kroger! Mr. Kroger!” a familiar voice cried out from the outside of the house.

Of course, It was only a matter of time until he came here! What if he found and read the children’s letters on their beds, as Fanny and I feared?

But then- the letters between him and The Woman! They were in the parlor! If he got into the house, even if Vince and Fanny kept him at bay, he would see them out there and retrieve them! He was a tall, strong man fond of running. It would be easy for him.

Shaking uncontrollably, I hurried into the room quietly. If I had to rip them from his large, handsome hands, so be it, I would do it.

But he wasn’t there. William kept knocking again and again at the door, continuing to ask to be let inside.

Fanny and Vince walked into the parlor and then froze, staring at me with big, frightened eyes. I put a finger to my mouth for silence and they nodded. Then I scurried to the tea table, picked up the letters, and Fanny quietly shooed me back into the guest room. From inside, I locked the door.

William continued to plead with desperation, “Mr. Kroger- it’s your Rector! I must speak with you now!”

“He’s coming!” Fanny assured from inside with false cheerfulness.

I hid every letter- mine, The Woman’s, and Williams, and then the bag of money within the sheets of the bed and settled back there quickly. I then lay on top of it, letting my weight feel the crinkling paper. I forced myself still, despite my shaking. If he got in here and burst through the door, they would be hidden. I rarely saw William extremely angry. He wasn’t the type to lose his temper and destroy things, God forbid he would rip out the bedsheets his dying wife was laying over! Even if he burst in here, forced me in his arms, and carried me home like a hunter with his prize, the letters, and even the money would be safe.

I heard Vince’s footsteps towards the front door.

“I’m coming, Father Ransome,” he answered calmly.

Like a child, I covered myself under the blankets and placed another pillow over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut. I held myself tight and would not let go. My heart roared in my ears, and I fought back any urge to cough, no matter how much blood I tasted in my mouth. I tried to think of anything, anything to distract myself. Trying to play songs in my head, reciting scripture, poetry, bits of my books and love stories, my father’s Greek myths, anything to block it out. I couldn’t bear to think what was happening outside, that any minute I would be forced back into the house and bed of my husband. I had to remain silent. I would not give a hint in the house now I was here should he enter.

I heard male voices from outside, but they were muffled by the thunderstorm getting louder.

Some time passed. There were no voices. Only the rain and thunder. I was almost partway through trying to remember Wordsworth when I heard a knock on my door that made my skin crawl.

It was Fanny’s voice that said, “He’s gone, Stella.”

I let out an exhale and let go of the blankets and pillows. I went to the door.

“What did he say?” I asked in terror.

“He asked if you were here or if I saw you, Mrs. Ransome, he said you were missing from home,” Vince informed. “I told him you were not here; I hadn’t seen you all day, and that William should ask somewhere else or look in the morning.”

“You lied to him!” I cried in amazement, a hand flying over my mouth.

“If he can sin, then so can I…” he remarked.

“But rest assured, he is no longer here, and he won’t be welcome in here…if we have to lie a hundred times, we’ll do it!” Fanny promised, she reached over and squeezed my shoulder in comfort.

I took one of the black blankets from the guest room and draped it over my shoulders. I took out the letters I wrote and found the envelopes where I left them. I folded and inserted the second letter in one and addressed it to Mrs. Lee’s house for The Women’s Bible Study as well as her, our eternal hostess. I wasn’t sure where to mail the first letter. If I mailed it to the church or asked for it to be printed in the bulletin, William would find it and read it. Most likely, he would destroy it easily to absolve the public knowledge of his affair.

No, it would need to be spread, I mused. Not only the Women’s Bible Study, but the congregation and every person in Aldwinter-had to know the truth about their priest. One easily destroyed letter wouldn’t do. I took out another piece of paper and began making a copy of it. And then another. Word would spread and if one was destroyed, then Hydra-like, another would appear in the next house in its place.

I hoped that at least the women of the Bible Study would read the letter for them and would use their most common weapon, the one they unsheathed at every study meeting before and after the Bibles were opened, my small sin, the one indulgence I gave myself to every time in the past- they would talk. And talking spreads.

Please, please, let them talk! I prayed.

I began to take out more pieces of paper and copy down the letter by hand as much as I could. I had managed a tenth letter when it chimed midnight. I sat at my chair, staring at the fireplace as it slowly burned the small logs.

Logs.

Wood.

The tree.

The tree with the blue ribbon.

The tree where they sinned in front of me.

I took out the pink pillow and hugged it to me. I heard a gentle knock.

“Stella, are you awake?” Fanny asked.

“Yes.”

I unlocked the door to see her and Vince.

“Do you need anything else?” Vince asked.

“Mr. Kroeger, you’re already taking me to the post office in the morning… Fanny, tomorrow, this letter must go to Mrs. Lee’s house. And these- these are copies of the same letter- if you could send them to any member of the congregation or anyone in town who knows of me, even. Please- put it in their boxes and slip it under their doors. I’d be grateful.”

She nodded her dark, curly head. I placed the envelopes into her small hand. Vince leaned closer to her and placed an arm over her shoulder, kissing the side of her forehead.

“My wife always was a little Valkyrie! All the more reason I love her!” Vince boasted.

To think I once had a love like that. I thought I would be happy dying as I was William Ransome's wife and the mother of his children. Back when I thought he loved me. Now here I was, to die without the love of my husband. A husband who I still loved, but could not return to.

I knew I had the love and loyalty of friends. I had to now learn to content myself with that. I didn’t know if a romantic love could ever enter my heart again after this, should I live even to the next week. I've learned my lesson from William. I couldn’t allow that anymore. No, I would only be opening myself to be hurt again.

“Of course, I will, first thing tomorrow morning…I’ll even lock them in the safe until then,” she promised.

Fanny looked down at the letters reading them. She swallowed hard, but her eyes were hard and resolved.

“Keep them safe as you walk and make sure they are delivered directly,” I requested.

“We shall…but Stella, it’s quite late!” she insisted. She even looked at the clock, frowning.

I looked back at the burning logs in the fireplace.

“I cannot sleep…I cannot stop thinking about William and…William and C-C-C-could you perhaps make another cup of tea for me?”

Vince put his hands on his hips and then turned halfway away to the parlor.

“I think tonight you need something stronger than tea, Mrs. Ransome!” he said.

He went out and returned with a huge decanter of golden whiskey in one hand and three glasses in another. He poured me a generous amount in one cup and forced it into my hands.

“But Vince…I really ought not to drink when it’s not a holiday…” I asked.

“When men learn they are dying, they drink. When men learn their wives have fucked another, they drink. You’re both- so twice the reason. Let’s drink. All of us…” Vince said.

Fanny poured herself a glass. I sat on the chair and they were on the floor. I stared into the liquid in my cup. I still didn't get rid of it, the unfamiliar smell and color fascinated me, enticed me. I felt myself raise the glass closer to my lips. Then it froze in hesitation.

“It will relax you…” Vince promised.

“If there is one night you become a drunkard, it’s this one…” she suggested.

Vince raised his cup. Fanny and I followed.

“Here…to Stella! May Reverend Ransome one day rot in hell! And may Stella Ransome live a little longer!” Vince toasted.

“To Stella!” Fanny repeated.

“To…to me…” I replied hesitantly.

I began to take the first drink in tandem with them. I coughed a little at the burn. Fanny brought a little water and a plate of fudge.

“You might need some sweets as well after today…” she offered.

Vince downed his whiskey in two big swigs.

“Who could imagine it? Mrs. Stella Ransome, The English Rose herself, drinking in my house!” Vince joked with a laugh.

Outside, I heard the rain pelt right over the roof and the grandfather clock chimed a quarter past.

“Well, who could imagine Father William Ransome an unfaithful bastard!” Fanny responded bitterly.

She frowned and drank hers. She kept a tight grip on the glass as if she wanted it to shatter in her hands.

I ate some fudge and sipped on the water. Then I sipped the whiskey again. Vince was right. The whiskey, far stronger than my occasional cup of wine, was relaxing me. I even felt my eyelids become heavy and I loosened my shoulders.

When I looked at the fire, I noticed that the center of the flames and the very bottom of it were a bright, light blue. Small, but present and in the heart of the fire. Slowly, I nursed at the whiskey until I finished it. Fanny led me to the bed and tucked me in. They left. The room became darker save for the fire’s glow. It was warm and comfortable. For once, I could be a child again. Some of the old lullabies my mother sang to me in girlhood entered my mind:

“Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen”

In my younger days, I shared a bed with Elliott. When I was ten, I shared a bed with Edith, my little sister. Her now being old enough, Elliott being too old, and there being only a few beds to go around in the Harris houses. Edith and I still shared that bed when we moved to Aldwinter. It cut down on the cost of Father buying two separate ones. Then I entered William’s bed as his bride. I never had a whole bed all to myself until that night.

For that, as well as many things- the kindness and courage of Fanny and her husband, their belief in my word, their shelter, their protection from my husband, the food, the drinks, the access to papers for letters, the room that could lock, and now, this soft, warm bed that was completely mine if only for a night- I was grateful.

I grew more and more sleepy and even more at peace. I soon fell asleep in peace and woke up, rested, to sunshine late the next morning.

Vince managed to find extra clothes for me to wear, as well as a coat, shawl, and a hat not only for warmth but to avoid recognition. With his careful arm to steady and keep me up should weakness stir my legs, he walked me the back way into the post office where he worked, led me to a room, and seated me in front of a telegram machine, showing me how to form the message into it.

To think how different everything was just a year ago. I had my health. I had my husband. Now I had lost both, I thought, trying to think of what I could tell my family.

Vince sat over the chair and kept an eye out for any unwanted eyes or visitors in the tiny, musty, brown room.

“It costs you per word. So, my advice- make them short and put ‘stop’ in between them,” he warned

I began the first one.

WILLIAM HAS A MISTRESS. STOP.

HURRY TO ALDWINTER SOON AS YOU CAN. STOP.

I could hardly realize the words as I wrote them to be typed and sent off to my family members where they were. That was to be sent to my parents. I began the one for my brother, Brian.

WILLIAM HAS A MISTRESS. STOP.

HURRY TO ALDWINTER SOON AS YOU CAN. STOP.

My other siblings had to be notified too. I kept writing the words over and over each on different scraps of paper I ripped off. I kept typing again and again at an anxious and desperate speed, the words glaring back at me.

WILLIAM HAS A MISTRESS STOP.

HURRY TO ALDWINTER SOON AS YOU CAN. STOP

WILLIAM HAS A MISTRESS. STOP.

WILLIAM HAS A MISTRESS.

WILLIAM. HAS A MISTRESS.

WILLIAM. HAS A MISTRESS.

STOP.

I finished the last one. Vince made sure of the rest- that they would be sent off to my family members. We then quickly returned to his house without incident. I made sure the curtains on the windows were closed once I got back in the room. I had just removed the hat and coat when a knock on the door made me jump. Vince peeked through the curtains and confirmed it was his wife.

Fanny then entered the parlor, smiling triumphantly with a clenched hand over her head.

“I sent the letters without interruption- to Mrs. Lee and to each Congregation member I could!” she reported.

Now all I had to do was wait.

Wait for a response to my letters. For a word from friends. For a word from my family. For William’s knock. For a visitor. For help. For my children. For death. Anything.

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[ballplayersxo]

I randomly come back and you answered hella questions 😭

Kobe not being able to add his youngest to the trust…TOUGHHHHH

Lebron and savannah…child anyway 😂 no but fr I thought savannah had her own business. I think if a man has hella money and he don’t put you, as his wife, in a position to make your own money he’s trying too control you 🤷🏽‍♀️ why tf he just want you relying on him? TOO CONTROL YOU duhhhhhh. He wants you to need him BFFR 🤦🏽‍♀️ other black women be making me mad. Come on sis we got more sense than that. We better than that.

Ben and Meg…good for her but bad for him if he was cheating. Not surprised if he was lol.

Kendall and Devin…that’s my man and I want him REAL BAD 😂 I feel like he’s not ready to settle down yet which isn’t a bad thing fr. He’s still in his 20’s and this goes for Kendall and anyone else in their 20’s. Enjoy life and just date around. SAFELY date around cause the STD rates is high asf y’all. Please be safe.

Not anon saying steph stank 😂 y’all are funnyyyyy. Him and lebron got houses to cheat…what’s new 🤦🏽‍♀️

Vanessa…I won’t ever like her based off what I read. It gets worse and worse. A lot of stuff she did is for show in my opinion. Good for Kobe for not putting her in charge of his money. He knew what she would do and couldn’t let it happen. That’s telling.

Josh is NOT cute I’m sorry to whoever think he is. But good for him for getting pretty girls. Not many benchwarmers can say the same 🌚

Ain’t heard shit bout Jalen Green…bout time 😂 was getting sick of his ass and he one of my favs.

Ja annoying asf 😭 how old is he cause he run to social media fast asf. I’d hate to date him cause he the type to post quotes when we arguing 💀

The old heads annoying too. Like please shut up.

Shaq and them need to just go on ahead and tell us bout Kobe 🤷🏽‍♀️ wasn’t kobe one of the reason shaq marriage feel apart? Cause if I remember correctly kobe was questioned about what he was doing regarding cheating and his marriage but kobe let it be known it wasn’t just him and he told on some of the other players? I think it was him but I could be wrong. Either way it’s not like the wives needed kobe to say they was cheating lol. They knew and was gone stay regardless 😂.

That’s all I can remember I read lol but I’m happy you are back and I hope you are doing good. I’ve been in your shoes when it came to a nigga I was too good for. We’ve all ignored read flags before. Idk feelings just be getting in the way of seeing what a nigga really about. Again I’m happy you’re back and with time things will get better 💕💕 and on some real shit ONE DAY imma make my move on DB. The worst he can say is no but I ain’t scared of rejection 🤷🏽‍♀️ he gone forever be my baby 😂😂

anon i love your takes 😭 lmao savannah is def going out a little sad in that regard, definitely feel you on the kobe & vanessa stuff. i’ve also heard the same about the shaq thing, i think kobe said that during his rape case iirc. things were very messy back then but i wonder if things now are messier or about the same with the nba in general. but not thinking josh is cute??? now don’t do that anon! & thank you, i really appreciate that! we can only learn and grow so 😌 but go get your man by any means necessary, and if we gotta ignore a few more red flags for him then so be it 😭

[notfatandannoying]

Are there any secrets left?

Years ago, I had Crossfit. It was a good outlet for a lot of things and I really loved the vibe back then. Then CF was my life and that's when I met a lot more people. Injuries piled on and I had a falling out with my gym, so I stopped all together. I may have stopped for a year and started the job in SG. I felt very awkward around most of the team, especially the younger crowd. It took a minute to get to their level. We clicked and when we met in person, well, that’s all history.

I wrote that post (Tell me a Secret) as I feel like I’ve told you everything about me but have always felt that there was more to hear from you. We’re both intuitive but I’m tuned in, like I just feel things. It’s not perfect as the ego and fears create static, but there are moments when I just think I know. You have to do what you have to do, I really thought you were already with others.

This happens with work all the time. I know in my heart when something is going to fall through. I go through the motions, everyone else feels good about a deal, and the most random thing will happen and my intuition is validated, almost every time.  In my dark place I went on a dating site for married people that want to cheat - Ashley Madison. LOL. I couldn’t even put my pic on the site, I did not go through with it. I refused to pay money to message someone. Also, these are likely bots, there’s no way all these women are waiting for you to login and reach out to you at the same time. I already shared about my almost encounter with that prostitute, I really thought that was the right thing to do, go in, fuck, pay, leave. My heart was pounding so hard and swore that I’d be arrested on the spot, they had my picture, my phone, and text records. I never did ask for sex but it was implied. I guess I could have said I was there for a massage. I drove away and it was like I was running for my life, heart was pounding, I was speeding, and thought I really dodged a bullet. I probably dodged the not so obvious bullet (at the time), and that was to go down that path. I drove to a 7-11, bought some beer and got drunk driving around. I did jerk off in the truck but didn’t finish, though it was enough of a release for me. That bitch was pissed off so she obviously gets fucked all day long or it was the police wanting to arrest an idiot. I think she was the real deal but whatever, chapter closed. I was typing this in our Whatsapp chat but thought I’d cheat and add it as a secret. I was in a rental visiting AZ in January (scouting trip for investments). I was writing to you, and Em came to my room. I was sleeping in my own room. Em said Hi Papa, what you doing? I helped her up on the bed and she talked to me for a few minutes. I half understand what she’s saying. She melted my heart, she was pure love. It’s like she knew something was on my mind and even gave me a hug. She said good night, I love you papa, and then said that today she was grateful that I spent the day with her. She was 2 years old. They end every day with a gratitude practice. She told her momma the same thing and they were so shocked that she voluntarily came to me to say this.

I was writing to say what I was doing and what was in my head. I felt powerless to do anything and didn’t know how to break my silence. I felt that you were better off without me. I really do feel worthless at times, stuck in my own creation. Why did I marry her? Why was I the only son, why is my mom so dependent, like she just cannot do anything for herself. She’s more than capable but forever dependent on me. She’s not stupid but very socially awkward with the culture and language differences. What the fuck, i have taken care of everyone. Isn’t it supposed to be an honor to take care of your parents. Everyday, I get angry about this. 

I still need to share about my need to be with you and confirm that we are a match. My heart says we are but in perspective, we haven’t been next to each other for a long time though we’ve talked to each other (once again) more than I’ve talked to anyone. I have to move to a very uncomfortable space once I bring up divorce. I would have to explain myself to so many people. It’s going to be hard for me.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 11: Life After Death?

Word Count: 1144

TWs: Injury mentions, brief suggestive themes, cheating, drug and addiction mentions, hospital setting, discussions of death, brief religious reference

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The faintest whisper in the dark. Though it made William jump, surely it was only a figment of his imagination. He wiped his palms on his shirt anxiously, checking the gold watch on his thick wrist. 11:50pm. You need to get some sleep, that's all.

He put SpringBonnie back in its place, eying FredBear suspiciously. A fault in the system as a result of the accident. That's all. Still, goosebumps had taken residence on his skin, and he couldn’t seem to leave fast enough. Instead of going home, he went to Norman's.

“Do you know what time it is, William?” Norman yawned when he found him on his doorstep. William took him in his arms and kissed him, letting himself in.

“Yes, I know, I'm sorry, luv. I'll make it up to you in the morning.” He kissed his temple and pressed his head against his chest.

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your heart is pumping like you've been doing aerobics.”

He held Norman away from him. “Is that so? I feel just fine. I just… couldn’t sleep, is all.” His hands dropped to Norman’s hips. “No meat on those bones.”

“You should go home.” But Norman didn't push him away.

“I'm not in the mood.”

They kissed again, deeper and warmer this time as William grasped for any strands of happiness that he could.

“How can you think of sex at a time like this?”

“Can't we pretend it's just us left in the world for a few moments longer?” William's breath hitched as a sudden coolness slipped down his back. Norman stepped back.

“Someone walk over your grave, William? Come on, let's go to bed.”

William didn't argue, choosing to rest soundly- as soundly as he could, of course, at Norman’s side. When he awoke, Norman had gone. He sighed and buried his face in his hands, feeling how unruly his goatee had gotten. When was the last time he had taken care of something like that? He hoisted himself out of Norman’s somewhat uncomfortable bed, which he only tolerated because of him, and shuffled to the bathroom across the hall. I really ought to buy him a new one, once the hospital bills are squared away.

He flinched when he looked in the mirror. Had he really let himself go so harshly when Evan had been admitted to the hospital? No wonder he wasn't commanding as much respect as usual. Luckily, he had bought double of most of his usual self-care products and left the duplicates at Norman's, considering how much time he had begun spending there. It felt good to remember his grooming routine, and he even took a shower. He was almost letting what had happened the night before slip from his mind. When he padded downstairs, he found Norman making breakfast sandwiches.

“Good morning, bunny.~” He hummed, kissing his cheek.

“I see you remembered to freshen up,” Norman quipped and William chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me I looked such a state??”

“You're going through some shit, I didn’t want to add to the pile. So, how is it that your wife hasn't found out about us yet? Are you really as good at keeping secrets as you claim?”

William frowned, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Well, I think I have the right to know more about what's going on at home than I do currently, as your paramour.”

While a question like this would've normally had William quite put out, he exhaled slowly and couldn't help but answer him. “Margarete is addicted to cocaine, she has more… or less, on her mind than if her husband is cheating on her with the local transsexual or not.”

Norman’s eyes widened. “No kidding?”

“Yes. It's quite tragic, really, but she doesn't think anybody else knows, so the task of getting her to a rehab centre would turn me into Sisyphus, I fear. She had dreams of being a Hollywood starlet. She’s got the money and the drugs and none of the talent. Not to mention her age…”

“I… I get the point, William. I’m sorry, that must be… difficult to deal with.”

William waved his hand dismissively. “I haven't loved her since Elizabeth was born, so no skin off my back.”

“I suppose I should’ve guessed that.”

Norman served the sandwiches, feeling the awkward energy he had unintentionally brought into the morning. William ate and thanked him for his hospitality.

“You haven't been to Fredbear’s since it closed, have you?” He asked as he was preparing to leave. Norman shook his head.

“No sir. Why?”

“No reason. I should swing by the hospital.”

“If you feel that's what you must do, you should. Stay strong.”

William nodded, embraced Norman, and left to visit his dying son, alone. First, he briefly stopped by his home to pick up a toy of Evan’s; oddly enough, the boy's favourite. Henry had made a prototype FredBear teddy bear when the two had been discussing arcade prizes. Looking at the toy, now, William had a strange understanding of his son. The concept of finding comfort in something that terrified him. He left his house once more, without checking in with his family members, and made his way to the hospital.

The room Evan had gotten was, at least, pleasant, even if the boy couldn't appreciate it for himself. The walls were painted with forest scenes depicting foxes, bears, wolves, and owls. William tucked the bear in beside his unconscious son, both so small. He turned when the door opened.

“Henry. I wasn't expecting you to be here.” William amicably shook his best friend's hand.

“I could say the same for you.” In his free hand, Henry carried a bouquet of lilacs for the empty vase on the bedside table. William sat as Henry went to put the flowers into the vase, looking sadly down at Evan’s battered body. He cleared his throat.

“Henry… do you believe in life after death?”

Henry whipped around, waving his hands down. “Lower your voice. He's unconscious, not deaf.”

“But do you?”

Henry approached him. “I do. As for Heaven, well, who's to say? But I think the afterlife is more like how we keep people's memories alive by talking about them. Do you not, William?”

“I've certainly believed in Hell, but what father wants that for his son?”

“What about Heaven?”

William shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you. Paradise after death just sounds too good to be true.”

Henry put a comforting hand on William’s shoulder. “Whatever happens to Evan… he will know that he was and is loved.”

William rose to his feet. “When he was probably killed by his own brother?!”

“Shhh! It was a mistake!”

“Indeed it was.” With that, he left, storming from the hospital. Henry looked down at the boy breathing shallowly in the hospital bed and quietly began to pray.

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 I know that the Halloween event just ended recently, so I want to hear your ideas on what you decided to wear for the event. And let’s not forget that we’ve also got Thanksgiving right around the corner, with Christmas just after it. I’m sure that there will be a lot of new trinkets, petkins, clothes, and accessories for you to get, and if you’re a completionist like me, you’re going to want to get them all, which is why this Avakin Life generator is a crucial tool for you to get.

[troglobite]

tried to download an app to watch a japanese channel so i could watch the livestream of yuzu’s show tomorrow night

but my fucking laptop wouldn’t allow me to open it and it was such a hassle to try and forgo the fucking preventative measures (i confirmed online reading various accounts that it is NOT malware) that i just decided to use another one

but that one had been a FREE one month trial

and this one was $3.50 for 3 days

and i was like whatever it’s cheap it’s fine

and it was recommended! by yuzu fans! 

so i tried!

and it just WOULDN’T WORK

it charged me through fucking paypal,. paypal verified it, seems fine

but i couldn’t fucking REGISTER AN ACCOUNT i was supposed to get an EMAIL to register the account! but i couldn’t!

i tried using the code as my password, but that didn’t work

then i tried registering again but it said i’d already been registered

WHICH IS NOT TRUE BECAUSE I CANNOT SIGN IN

and so i tried the “forgot my password” thing and i didn’t even get THAT email

so then i had to go to dispute it through paypal

but they have a message on there to convince you NOT to

so i did what it said--forward the receipt email to them and request a refund

and i just--I’M SO DONE.

and then on TOP of that

worldshopping fucking cancelled my ENTIRE ORDER of yuzu merch FOR NO FUCKING REASON and WOULDN’T REINSTATE IT

i FINALLY got my refund from them, but i just had to try and REORDER the items they cancelled

but i could only add ONE item to my cart! the t-shirt that i wanted KEPT GIVING ME AN ERROR. so i reported the error to them! bc it was ONLY those TWO items (the two t-shirts) that wouldn’t add to the cart! 

and then they respond w screenshots saying “look it’s fine, it works. clear your cache. it’s your fault.”

NO IT’S NOT!!!! I CAN ADD OTHER ITEMS TO MY CART NO FUCKING PROBLEM *IT’S YOUR FUCKING FAULT*!!!!!!

i’m so tired of this

i’m so past the end of my rope and i just want to experience something that’ll make me happy and instead i feel like i’m being cheated and scammed and i HATE making these kinds of decisions alone, i hate it i FUCKING HATE IT

i’m just really overwhelmed and i just feel STUPID i feel so fucking stupid and i’m tired and i just want this to WORK

PLEASE

eta

i sent in a request for a refund and they just said “look in the spam folder” I ALREADY CHECKED THERE A MILLION FUCKING TIMES

and then they GAVE ME a password

so i log in

and now i’m running into the SAME FUCKING ISSUE that i CAN’T OPEN THE APP bc my laptop WON’T LET ME

and i’d have to go through all of this bullshit to open it and I DON’T WANT TO! AND IF I HAVE TO DO THAT THEN I WANT THE FREE APP, ANYWAY! GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING MONEY!

i’m so tired and i HATE this kind of shit it freaks me out so fucking badly I HATE THIS

eta

thank fuck they just gave me my refund

i’m just tired

i just want things to be simple and i just want to have fun and enjoy things and not be fucking miserable and i’m so tired i’m so tired of everything being hard and stressful even though it’s not that bad in the scheme of things i’m just SO FUCKING STRESSED OUT BEYOND BELIEF I HATE THIS 

[terrifyingly-bi]

Whumptober Day 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary (Steve Harrington)

Unconventional Restraints

Summary: Feeling unwell, Steve excuses himself to get some rest. It’s not like him to leave them to their own devices during game night, but he’s not quite feeling like himself either…

Warnings: Restraints, non-consensual restraints, parasites, paralyzed, creatures, descriptions of unpleasant sensations

Word Count: 807

A/N: A horrible, horrible idea that came to me as I read this prompt and a banger way to kick off Whumptober (as well as the spooky month). 

『••✎••』

“I win again,” Dustin said, reaching and grabbing at the small pile of candy bars stacked at the center of the table. “It’s like you’re not even trying anymore.”

Lucas protested. “There was no way you could have won that one! I had this one in the bag.” He slapped his cards down on the table with a huff. “I call cheating.”

“I’m just lucky,” Dustin argued, slapping away the hands of his friends that threatened to steal his winnings. “Right, Steve? You’re seeing this, right?”

With a groan, Steve shook his head. He hadn’t paid much attention for a couple of rounds, he was feeling groggy and worn after a long day of difficult customers. He’d only agreed to sit for the night because he needed the money. “I should have never taught you this stupid game,” he lamented and leaned his head back against the wall. 

“You feeling okay?” Mike asked. “You look like hell.”

“Feeling like I look, kid,” Steve mumbled. “You guys shouting isn’t exactly helping either.”

“You can rest in my room if you need,” Dustin offered. 

Steve considered the offer for a moment. “So you can sneak out while I’m not watching, you mean?” He looked at the boys around the table. “Your mom asked me to watch you, not sleep.”

The boys looked skeptical. “We promise to stay and be good… If you drive us to the arcade tomorrow night,” Lucas said.

“And let us get pizza on the way there,” Dustin was quick to add.

Again, Steve considered. “Fine.” He slapped his hands onto his knees as he got up, a wave of nausea washing over him as he did. “Half an hour. That’s what you get to do whatever you want. When I come back, there’d better be no trouble.”

He left them there, heading into Dustin’s room to get a few moments of rest before the inevitable trouble began. The room was surprisingly clean, and the bed was only a few inches too short for him to stretch out on.

Still, Steve groaned when he laid down, nausea making his head feel heavy. Must have been something I ate, he thought as he smothered a hand over his face. He’d hoped that laying down would make him feel better, but it only made everything worse.

With a sigh, he made to get back up only to find himself a little too heavy to do so.

Then something lurched in his stomach. It felt as if something pulled at his insides - or moved within them. His limbs felt impossibly heavy and any movement he managed was sluggish at best. Even breathing was cumbersome.

Steve tried to open his mouth to utter a noise of pain but his lips remained sealed. A tingling sensation played on the inside of his lips like something was pinching them closed from the inside.

Panic rose in his throat like thick bile, and he struggled to move until it became clear that he no longer had any control over his body. 

But something else did.

In the other room, Dustin let out a loud laugh and was promptly hushed by his friends. “Sorry, I forgot he was sleeping.”

Resting, Steve wanted to say but couldn’t.

“Let him sleep. He looked like he needed it,” Mike mumbled. “But keep it down.”

 They’re fine, Steve thought. They haven’t noticed anything. His gaze snapped to the window above the bed when he heard a noise. Someone - or something - was pawing at the window. Softly and carefully, unnaturally long digits ran across the pane of glass, tapping it playfully. The latch, Steve realized. The window wasn’t locked.

Quietly, the window slid open.

Steve’s body remained still, even as he struggled against it. He trembled with the effort and sweat beaded on his forehead as he pushed to make his limbs move. But it was impossible. A weight seemed to settle within him, shaped perfectly to his body - or perhaps shaping after it.

Not even his breathing was controllable. His breaths remained calm and steady even though his heart drummed violently against his ribcage. 

The creature slowly entered through the window. Long spindly limbs carried it inside as it crawled over the bed and its paralyzed inhibitor. 

It’s not after me. Steve panicked as the creature paid him little mind, inching across him to creep closer to the bedroom door and the children beyond.

Dustin laughed again, this time joined by Lucas as Mike began arguing over game rules - all while being unaware of the danger lurking mere feet away.

I have to warn them. I have to help them. I have to do something. 

There was nothing Steve could do. He couldn’t even turn his head properly, and soon the creature was nothing but a shadow in the corner of his vision.

Then the door creaked open.

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #a little out of the ordinary #unconventional restraints #parasite #stranger things #steve harrington #fic #restrained #non-consensual restraints #paralyzed #creatures #descriptions of unpleasant sensations #omgomgomgherewegoooooo

[fourtccn]

the first “sims” game i ever played was this one that was on like a sidekick phone and i have no clue how or where i got it but i remember staying up very late when i was like nine just kissing all the same gender people in the game and sleeping with everyone and i got an achievement for being the town slut but the problem was when i later got the sims 3 on ds you couldn’t like sleep with people or kiss people of the same gender. you couldn’t even have children or age at all. and you could only create one character at a time. so what i would do is break up a shitton of couples and make men leave their wives for my characters (always women) and then i would directly cheat in front of them and get in a physical fight with them and when you got a divorce it played a little divorce animation. let’s be clear here and say that i only played the first game for like a few hours and the second one i played for years and years and both of them stick with me to this day even though i don’t remember a LOT of my childhood

#i still think about it all the time…. also in the ds game there was only one town and always the same characters forever because no one #had any children or died. but there were a few ghosts you could befriend too #it was a boring game man. i think they only had the double speed option but not the triple and to this day i don’t let my sims go to work #because i had to wait for the ONE sim i was allowed to be at work for literally five whole minutes #and you couldn’t cheat and add money you could only get out of it by having someone move in with you and controlling them #joshing around

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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First Kiss of the Year, and of Life

summary: it’s new year’s eve and r hasn’t kissed anyone

pairing: Thor Odinson x reader (no gendered pronouns used, but written with fem reader in mind)

word count: 803

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

A/N: my first thor fic fdhfhjfds i probably should’ve written this for natasha since that’s the only x reader romantic pairing i’ve ever written on here but it’s fine i liked imagining thor specifically for one part of this lol it’s fine (pls dont let this attract straight people)

As the snow kept falling harder, you stood by the window, taking it all in.

"Wow..." you muttered.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Came a voice from behind you.

You jumped, finally noticing Thor's presence. You chuckled, nodding as you diverted your attention back to the falling snow.

"Are you looking forward to the new year?" He asked.

"Yeah," you replied. "My first year with the Avengers has been amazing, and I'm more than ready for my second,"

He smiled, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"I'm glad,"

You then looked up at him, smiling as you realized he was focusing on the snow like you had just been.

"Are you planning on participating in the Midgardian tradition of a new year's kiss?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as you gave a forced smile. You almost giggled from the feeling, refusing to meet his eye,

"I doubt it," you told him. "I've never been kissed before,"

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you in confusion. Everyone seemed to love you, and he certainly thought you gorgeous; why hadn't you had your first kiss yet?

He didn't want to press it, so he simply stared back out the window again as the snow kept falling.

You were about to say something else to him, when you heard Tony's voice calling you both over.

"We need everyone in here to start Monopoly," he said.

You nodded, sitting down on the couch with the others.

"Playing Monopoly with a billionaire, how ironic," Wanda mumbled under her breath.

You and the others laughed, while Tony simply rolled his eyes.

He was getting the pieces set up as everyone chose their markers. Thor of course, was the first to grab the dice. But instead of rolling them himself, he handed them to you so you could go.

"Thanks," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up once again.

He simply beamed, giving you an encouraging nod.

You rolled the dice, getting two fours. So, you rolled again, this time getting a three and a five.

"You gonna buy?" Steve asked, noticing the property you landed on.

You made eye contact with Thor, feeling a smile creeping onto your face.

"Yeah,"

-

An hour and a half into Monopoly, and Tony was winning and already put you, Steve, and Bruce in debt. Wanda accused him of cheating, but he denied all charges. Although, he did seem to be sweating at an unusual rate when her eyes turned red.

Nonetheless, since you had no money left, you decided to get up and take a break. You made your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water.

"It looks like it's slowing down a bit," came Thor's voice from behind you.

You chuckled, realizing that he was once again looking out at the snow.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

He took a step closer to you, and you could've sworn your heart started pounding.

"What do you think will happen in the new year?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," you replied. "But as long as I'm still here with everyone, I'll be okay with whatever,"

"Me as well,"

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning as you turned to face him.

"What do you want to happen in the new year?" You asked him.

"I was always fond of love stories, but there's someone who makes me feel more like I'm in an adventure story than a love story. However, I like that better,"

"Really?"

"Indeed,"

You heard noises coming from the other room as you realized the countdown had begun. Everyone was chanting along with the numbers as they counted down from 60.

"I think an adventure story would be amazing," you told him.

The countdown had reached 30 now, and they were still chanting.

He said nothing, but brought his hand up to your face. He ran his thumb along your face, looking down into your eyes.

15 seconds.

You stepped forward so you could be even closer to him, feeling your smile growing wider and wider as the numbers got lower.

"5..." he began leaning in. "4..." you wrapped your arms around his neck. "3..." your foreheads were pressed together. "2..." you could feel his breath against you. "1..." his lips were on yours.

You could hardly believe what was happening as you closed your eyes. You had never felt this before, but it felt... right.

He moved his lips so gently as he brought his hands back to your waist. Carefully keeping his lips on yours, he gripped your hips as he lifted you into the air.

You felt like you were flying as he spun you around. You smiled against his lips, feeling him pull you closer.

When he finally set you down, you pulled apart. You stared at him, smiling wider than ever before.

"Happy new year."

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