#i can’t look at milk the same way anymore

[suguruplsr]

i need gojo to absolutely destroy me like i need this man to degrade me to fold me into half to spit on me. to laugh in my face after he literally explodes and ruts into me in oblivion. are u kidding he's rich he's tall he's hot PLEEEEASSSE i need a man like him. (maybe this is a request. a tiny drabble, if you will, if you can. please and thank you, love u :))

professional milker !

✰ ✰ ✰ his little whore’s gone dumb , but it’s okay , her pussy still milks him every time !

જ⁀➴ ughhh same like the way he was so condescending and mean to hanami and jogo 😓

,, mean!satoru x fem!reader , degradation (heavy) , overstimulation , dumbification , choking , slapping , creampie , spitting , mention of reader being a pillow princess , too many pet names (& used as degradation) , idk , drabble.

divider from @/benkeibear

“what a fucking whore. cummin’ on my cock like no tomorrow..” satoru snickers, ignoring your crying blabbers and giving a rough slap on your ass. if only you hadn’t fell for his charming attitude, him personally inviting you to his large party. the gojo satoru, inviting you? you couldn’t believe it. maybe you did when you fell for him again, his bright and piercing eyes catching you in the kitchen while you were grabbing drinks for you and your friends. if only you had stopped him when his touches began to linger. then you wouldn’t be here, in some random guest room he tucked you in, folded and milking his cock just like the sluts he keeps in his bed.

“hope you’re not goin’ dumb on me..” satoru chuckles, reaching down to rub your clit and watching how you squeezed your eyes shut, yet clamping around his cock so nastily. “i can’t do it anymore.” tears slip from your eyes, mewling and clawing his chest as he only leans further down on you to fill you up with even more of his cock. “you were just begging for it though. what’s with all this whining huh?” satoru meets you with a cheeky smile, a hand going to wrap around your neck and kissing you. “my thighs hurt..” you whimper, stuttering when he gives a long drag of his cock, squeezing your neck tight enough to make your eyes momentarily roll back.

“so that means i just need to make you cum fast enough..can’t have you in pain right? don’t worry, heh, i’ll do all the work. what a pretty pillow princess i got.” satoru pulls back and holds your thighs, playing with the plush as he eyes the cum that coated the area of where you two met, some of it dripping onto the bed as he slowly rolls his hips. “toruu..” you were in complete bliss, and despite being totally fucked out your mind, everything single thing he did still had your pussy throbbing around him, and you couldn’t help it.

“shh, gotta fill you up again. gonna be my personal cock sleeve— oh i felt that, bet you’d like that huh?” satoru chuckles when you tighten just from his words, he might’ve even imagined the way your folds visibly twitched. “y-you sure do talk a lot.” you stammered, only for him to suddenly give a sharp thrust, both of you moaning from the feeling of your shared cum sloshing in you, some of it trickling out from the abrupt movement. “a-and you’re talking too much for a dumb slut.” he sneers, using your thighs to help guide his length in your hole.

it was brushing along every inch of your walls, pressing right at that gummy spot in you that has you throwing your head back, clutching his arm with a cry. “satoru! um, t-too deep.” you’re already crying, teary doe eyes looking up so prettily at him. satoru groans, his cock was throbbing inside you and your firm walls weren’t doing much to help that. “yea? ya gotta feel me at the fucking brim. hope you’re on the pill— or else i’ma fuck a baby into you” satoru laughs, you didn’t have a single worry in your mind about it, and who knows if you remembered to take your birth control today. that’s a worry for another day at least.

satoru begins to set a steady pace, not too fast, yet sharp enough to pump into you every time his hips snap against your skin, his lengthy cock dragging and rubbing against your walls. “wanna feel you cum in me again toru..” you mumble mindlessly, whining when he seems to drive into you faster from your words. your nails grips the sheets as he chuckles, his voice husky and raspy. “a real fuckin’ cumdump. only thinkin’ of me filling you up with my hot n’ sticky cum.” satoru smirks, his cerulean eyes having a dim look in them that makes you whimper. he looks so intimidating, and it so hot.

“d-didn’t even s-say all— toru!” he stuffs you up completely, folding you back in half and ignoring your whine of pain. he steals your moans with messy kisses, “clearly not fuckin’ you good enough if y’r talkin’.” satoru huffs, his strokes were deeper than before, and as much as your thighs ached, you’d choose the feeling of his girth hitting you deliriously over being able to walk anyday. your words turn into weak murmurs of his name as he holds your jaw open, pretty blobs of tears rolling down your face.

“my dirty girl huh? gonna keep you after this, my little slut to come home to.” satoru chuckles before letting a thick glob of spit fall into your mouth. you look so cute, face twisting in disgust as you swallow it so obediently. “toruuu..” you can barely even protest when he cuts you off with open mouthed kisses. your pussy was throbbing as he gave short and fast pumps into your pussy. your brain was mushy at this point, his sweet and honeyed perfume invaded your senses, the sloppy sounds of your flesh’s meeting only added on to your ditzy haze.

“bet that dumb head of yours is empty. but it’s okayyy~ gonna make you feel so good with my cum all deep in your cunny.” satoru grins wickedly as you whine, his cock was almost bruising your insides but you couldn’t care. not when he was saying such filthy words to you as his cock twitched inside you. “m’gonna cum. cum with me toru..wanna feel you..” you managed to get out, voice whiny and soft in his ear. you flutter around him as he kisses around your neck, mumbling as the familiar coil in your stomach builds. “pretty girl’s gonna cum f’me? go ahead, cream around my cock.” and you do exactly that, eyes rolling back so sweetly, losing your voice as he fills your cunny up with his thick warm load.

satoru finally pulls away to eye the creamy substance around his cock, your pussy wasn’t able to hold your shared cum even if he stretched you out, trickling down his length and falling to the sheets. he hums, swiping it up and smearing it along your folds and ignoring your weak pleas of being too ‘sensitive’. he thinks there’s no such thing, considering you’re still squeezing his cock. “tsk. now i gotta clean it all up. don’t pass out yet, gonna have a good meal. hehe.”

#jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #satoru x you #satoru smut #gojou satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satorugojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[xazse]

another part of kitty scara sucking on readers tits? (*´∇｀*)

write whatever comes to mind this scenario is so mm

I know this is a favorite for some of you and I’m glad you enjoy it, because I love writing about it.

Sorry for long mess, I had to build up a plot or It would have been pretty short and boring.

Warnings: Lactation, Reader has boobs, KittyHybridScaramouche!

Scara who can’t get enough of your sweet, juicy boobs. They’re always on his mind, the damn things plague his mind and keep him from working as hard as he should be while at work. Recently you’ve been on a strike of some kind, something about scara not doing his part around the house, he works doesn’t he?? He’s finally managed to keep a job after all your bickering and you’re gonna deny him of the things he loves most in the world? You’re just downright cruel.

When you two are at home on the couch watching some weird show you wanted to introduce him to, he’s not paying attention, his eyes keep wandering to your swollen mounds, he can most definitely tell you’re not wearing a bra.

He can see how they’ve doubled in size, and you are to blame, you won’t let him help you get rid of the pain, he knows you’re backed up, even at the slightest movements you’re wincing in pain from the way your nipples are

moving against your T-shirt and here you are completely ignoring his burning gaze.

You move to throw your feet up on the couch eyes still trained on the tv. Scara can’t take it anymore, now that your body is turned to his direction he can see your perfect mounds much better now. Two wet patches formed where your nipples lay.

He decides to try his luck when he slowly moves to crawl across your body, his ears and tail pointed downwards. Nimble fingers reach for your breasts, you make no attempts to stop him: definitely wanting this just as much as he does.

His hands move to grope and prod at the flesh, he’s watching your expression like a hawk. Your eyes are closed in content and trembling lips. His other hands works to lift up your T-shirt, sliding his thumb across your already dripping nipple has his body burning up already. He lies down onto of your stomach and wraps his lips around your sensitive nipple, while his other hand rubs the other boob.

When he sucks for the first time in weeks scara can already feel his whole body reacting, his semi-hard cock stirring up even

more.

His tongue laving around your nipple and drinking your sweet milk, it isn’t any different and he loves that, the sweet liquid pouring down his throat has him so docile and content. You rub his back- encouraging him to not stop, he’s practically whining into your nipple, suckling with newfound strength, you have so much to offer after the weeks of buildup even after five minutes, the same nipple hasn’t stopped producing milk.

You push his hair out of his face to get a good look at his dazed eyes, his ears are relaxed and you take the opportunity to rub the inside. Your cute kitty’s mouth is overflowing with milk, where it dribbles down the side of his lips, even with that his mouth doesn’t stop, he latches on even further. You have been neglecting the poor kitty, depriving him.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #kitty scara #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #ZsWorks #KittyHyridScara #KittyS

[miniwheat77]

I’m feeling mean ghost lately 😫

!CW! NSFW, Smut, non-con, dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, innocent!reader, blood, violence (you’ve been warned. Sorry if I missed any.)

Mean!Ghost with innocent medic!reader. Convincing you that he needs to fuck you to feel better. He’s sick when his balls are full, he needs to empty them so he can feel better. Squishing you with his massive body, thrusting his big cock into you, hearing you whimper and whine beneath him. Cheeks flushed and you looked fucked out. But he’s almost there, and you can take it, can’t you?

Mean!Ghost who’s possessive over you. When new recruits talk to you, you think there’s nothing wrong. You don’t know that he’s staring them down, watching their every move. And that one recruit that groped you, when Price almost had to make Ghost resign because of how badly he’d hurt him. His knuckles bloody and bruised. Simon made sure he’d never ever touch another girl, especially not his. You noticed later that same night as he bullied your cunt that his knuckles were torn apart. Asking through whines what happened. He only fucked you harder, and told you not to worry about it.

Mean!Ghost with hyperfem!reader. He bullies you constantly about your pink socks that peek over your boots sometimes, how everything your family sends you is pink or pastel colored. Your pink duvet and sweet voice. How you’re always so nice to everyone on base, it makes him sick. His favorite thing ever is the squeals and whines you let out when he’s lapping at your cunt, teasing you about your pink panties. Tonguing your clit and curling two of his thick fingers into your spongy spot. You’re teasing him with all of your girly stuff, he just needs to show you who’s boss.

Mean!Ghost with a reader who back talks him at first, firing back when he starts in. Who doesn’t realize how serious he is until he’s got you pressed up against the shower wall, hand over your mouth. His stomach presses into your back, his cock forcing its way into your gummy walls, hearing your cry. “I’ll make you think twice before you fucking talk back.” He growls, you’re tight around him. He’s rough, his thrusts are brutal and forceful. He’d snuck into the showers while you were there, you didn’t even hear him coming, not until it was too late. Tears stream down your face and he taunts you every second that he’s inside of you, spilling his spunk inside of you and filling you full, leaving you there to clean up the mess he’d made.

Mean!Ghost who promises that he’ll be gentle with you. He swears on it. He knows he’s rough and he knows you don’t like it sometimes, he promises that he’ll be gentle. But he just can’t help himself when he’s inside of you, he has to take what’s his. The way you cry is so pretty, you’re so so pretty when you cry he can’t help it. It’s your fault really! :( his bruising thrusts and the tears that stream down your face. He’s sorry, he really is. You’re just too tight on him. Your pussy is made for him, you milk him so good. He’s a man with needs and you’re made for him, made to please him. You’re his good girl, you can handle it.

Mean!Ghost who hides behind his mask. Nobody understands why you get so nervous when he’s around. Body going rigid, tears pricking your eyes. He’s so kind to you, why are you so intimidated? Ghost of course would never let on what he does to you behind closed doors. It started out as something so innocent but quickly turned into an obsession. Bullying your pretty pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore. Sobbing and begging him to stop. How he’d spank your ass when you’re bad. His big hands could work the best orgasms from you, so much so that it started to hurt and you started to cry. But he didn’t care. He liked it. You dreaded being on watch with him. He’d make you sit on his cock. Cockwarming him the entire time. He could take it, until he couldn’t and got tired of it. Fucking up into you. By the time your shift was over, your pussy was full and abused by him. His balls were empty and he was so relieved.

Mean!Ghost who fucks you hard when Price isn’t on base. He wants everyone to know who you belong to. He makes you cry out and moan so loud. Leaving marks on you, fingerprint bruises on your hips, handprints on your ass. Marks around your throat and hickeys all over you. Your neck, chest, tits, thighs. Anywhere he could mark you, he would. He could see that loving look in your eyes when you looked at him, how you could love him didn’t make sense to him. But as long as you spread those pretty legs for him, he didn’t care. You were his, all his. Everyone knew it, and that’s what he wanted.

#ghost fanfiction #ghost smut #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 smut #cod mw2

[disasterofastory]

Ink and bruises (Thranduil x Reader)

Ink and bruises Thranduil x Reader Warnings: porn without plot

Summary: There is nothing to summarize. It’s porn.

Your eyes are on the tall doors of the library not far away from your desk. They are closed. And even though a part of you knows there is no way somebody would come here this late, you can't help but stare at it as if your life depended on it. The dim lights of the candles dance on the fine details crafted into the thick wood. If you focus enough, you can notice the story it tells you. "Nobody will come here," Thranduil grunts behind you. "Do not worry about it, love." Your fingers curl on the edge of the table under you as you let your head fall on the hard surface. Your eyelids fall shut for a second. A deep breath leaves your lungs.

When you look up, the door is still closed.

"Do I bore you now?" You can hear the laugh in the elven king's words. His chest vibrates against your back. "You could never, my King," you reply, pushing back your bottom against his thrusts. A relieved moan leaves your lips when his cock reaches that sweet spot inside you that always makes you see stars. "Good," he grunts. One of his hands from your hips runs up to your throat. His long fingers curl around your neck, lifting you up from the table. Your back arches as you keep your hips at the right angle. Thranduil still pounds into you without slowing down. "I would hate to waste your time," he says, biting your earlobe. Your eyes fall shut again, and your hands grip his arm in front of your chest. His hold tightens around your neck. Your breathing gets rapid. Your head gets dizzy.

The door not far from where Thranduil is fucking you is long forgotten.

"Come for me, Y/N," he hisses into your ear. "Cum on my cock before I feed you with my seed." A hoarse cry escapes from your lips at his words. You can already feel your walls tightening around his thick shaft. Your mixed juices run down inside of your thighs. "Thranduil," you gasp his name, feeling his other hand cupping your pussy. His hold on your most intimate part is so primal and possessive it's almost enough to push you over the edge. "Yesyesyes! PleaseThranduil!" "That's sweet pussy," he hums with a heavy breath. His lips brush against your ear with each word. "I had it so many times, and I still can't get enough. I can't think of anything else but your tightness around my cock, milking me and begging for more." His index finger slips over your folds, smearing your wetness against your clit. He draws circles on the hard bud, chasing you higher and higher. Every powerful thrust of his hips pushes you against the table, but the dull pain on your hips seems far away and unimportant. You feel nothing but his tense muscles against your back and his length inside your hot channel. He stretches your walls and demands more. One more squeeze of his hand around your throat, and nothing seems important anymore. Your eyes roll back, your head falls against his shoulder, and your thighs clench, making the elf behind you moan at the newfound tightness. He can barely move in your hold while you pulse around him. Thranduil bites onto the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder meet to keep himself from coming. No matter how much he loves shooting his seed inside your heated cunt, he wants to feel your mouth around him. He couldn't think of anything else all day. Just you, kneeling in front of him with your mouth full of his cock. Such a pretty and maddening picture.

You barely have time to come back to reality, and you are already on your knees in front of the elven king. Your hands land on his thighs, feeling the muscles work under your warm touch. His fingers brush into your hair, grabbing the strands with so much force that makes you moan with pleasure and pain at the same time. Your lips fall open, and Thranduil's cock is in your mouth instantly. "Suck me, Y/N," he grunts, looking down on you with satisfaction. "Make me cum on your tongue." Grabbing the base of his shaft, you start to work on his cock despite the pain in your throat. You can still feel his fingers around your neck, keeping your blood pressure low and your head dizzy. "That's it," Thranduil praises you. "So good, Y/N. You are so pretty, love, on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Don't look away from me. I want to see you." His dark blue eyes bore into yours as your lips close around his cock. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him deeper until he reaches the back of your throat. His salty taste is all over your tongue. Your nails dig into the flesh of his thigh, and tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the saliva dripping on your jaw.

You are a mess, and Thranduil never saw anything more beautiful.

"I will come," the elven king grunts with a loud hiss. "You will make me cum into your mouth, love." Your relieved gasp is muffled as you push yourself away a bit. The tip of Thranduil's cock is now on your tongue as you continue to lick and such him. You let your saliva soak his shaft, teasing the soft skin under the head while your free hand pumps him faster. You brush over the veins under your fingertips. You can feel him twitch, and his muscles grow even more taut. "So pretty," he growls. "Swallow everything, Y/N." His cum floods your mouth, and because of his hand on the back of your head, you can't do anything else but gulp. Even the taste of his seed is enough to wake the desire inside you once more. Your pussy aches to be filled with him until you are half-mad from the pleasure.

Long seconds pass by while you help him through his orgasm. Your movements grow slower and softer as you still watch his face. He is flushed but still as powerful as ever. His thick brows are in a frown, and his lips are open with throaty moans, and groans are escaping the whole time.

"Show me," he grunts when he finds his voice. His eyes are still hazy and disoriented. His grip on your hair becomes a soft caress. Taking him out of your mouth, you open your lips wide you show his seed on your tongue. A few drops are still running down your jaw, falling onto your chest and breasts. "Good," he sighs with satisfaction. "I am the only one who can see you like this, do you understand? Nobody will know how good you suck and how hungry your cunt is for cock. My cock is the only one you will ever have in your sweet hole." "Of course, my King," you reply with a knowing smirk. Your last two words always fuel him for another round, and your pussy already aches for more. "You are a witch," he grows, grabbing your arm to put you on the table. The parchments and books are pushed into messy piles on the wooden surface. "You bewitched my body and soul." His gaze runs down from your face to your neck, where the bruises he caused are already forming. You look beautiful with them. Like a necklace. A collar with his name on it. "And I can't get enough of you," he continues with a soft, quiet hum. His gaze drops lower to your chest, and a smirk curves his lips upward. Your chest is a mess of saliva, cum, and ink you got on yourself when he pushed you down on the table not long ago. He smears the black liquid over your nipple. Your back already arches to get more of his touches. "Good," you sigh, curling your legs around his waist. His cock is hard again, shining with your mixed juices. "Because I can't get enough of my King either."

#thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #thranduil smut #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit smut

[eddieschains]

Dirty Little Secret

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head for literal months and i finally decided to write it so yay 🤭also this is barely proofread oops

Word Count: 1.7k

TW// 18+, masturbation (m and f receiving), sex toys, daddy kink, degradation, voyeurism, cum play, cum eating, let me know if i missed anything !!

You and Eddie didn’t keep secrets. At least that’s what he thought. You never kept anything big from him, just the little things that might’ve embarrassed you. There was really only one secret you kept from him, and that was your… collection. Your toy collection, that was. Of course you and Eddie had a healthy sex life, an abundant one at that. But, letting him know the things you do to yourself in your alone time? No way were you letting that cat out of the bag.

You kept them all hidden away in a little box in the back of your closet. A place Eddie would never think to look. Until today, that was. He had let himself in your house as he waited for you to get home from work. It was normal for both of you to let yourselves in each other's homes, even if the other one wasn’t there.

Eddie made himself at home in your bedroom, getting comfy on the mattress as he passed the time by writing out his next campaign. As time passes, the nighttime chill starts to creep in through the window. There’s still a couple more hours until you come home from work, so Eddie decides to look in the closet for an extra blanket to keep himself warm until you get home.

He gets up from his place on the bed, walking over to the closet to grab a blanket from the top shelf. As he grabs a hold of it, a little brown box nearly falls with it. He quickly catches it and goes to put it back before glancing inside. His eyes grow wide as they’re met with multiple little vibrators, and most importantly, a large pink dildo. It’s just about the same size as him, and had looked to be used quite recently.

“Dirty girl…” He whispers to himself as he adjusts himself in his jeans. The thought of you being so needy without him you just had to fuck yourself, had him hard as a rock already. He absentmindedly starts to palm himself through his jeans as he stares at the colorful toy, your arousal still lingering on the tip.

He unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following suit. He keeps the dildo tight in his hand as he spits in his other. He brings it down to his cock, twisting his hand around it to lube it up just the way he likes it.

He keeps his eyes on the not so little pink toy in his hand, imagining you spread wide on your bed burying it inside of your wet cunt as he quickly begins stroking his cock. He doesn’t take his time one bit, as he’s gotten himself so worked up just with his imagination his cock is nearly crying out to him to spew his hot cum all over his hand.

“Such a filthy fucking whore, aren’t you? Fucking yourself to the thought of me, hmm?” He whispers to himself, the wet shlick sound of his wet cock pumping into his hand filling his senses. It’s not long before he starts twitching in the palm of his hand. His legs begin shaking slightly as he speeds up, stroking his length and rubbing his palm around the tip once he reaches it.

He lets out a guttural moan with every stroke of his hand until he can’t take it anymore. He can’t find the strength to stand up anymore, so he falls back onto the mattress, pumping his cock at lightning speed while he holds the dildo in front of it.

He throws his head back as he loses control of his body, and is soon cumming all over the bed, coating the dildo with his seed as well. He keeps his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he catches his breath, still slowly stroking himself to milk his cock for all it’s worth. He was so focused on reaching his high that he didn’t even hear you come home.

You stand in the doorway of your bedroom in shock as you watch his chest heave up and down, before he finally opens his eyes and they land on you. He flinches slightly, not expecting you to be standing in front of him, before his face turns into a lustful smirk.

“There’s my dirty girl.” He says lowly, finally removing his hand from his cock. He notices your eyes are widened, and your mouth is agape, mortification spreading over your entire body. “Aw, is my pretty girl embarrassed? Embarrassed that daddy found your special toys? Embarrassed that now I know how fucking dirty you really are?”

Your mouth closes and opens quickly, wanting to speak up but not being able to find the words. Goosebumps rush across your arms as you stand still in utter shock. Eddie holds the dildo up, admiring the cum dripping down it as he brings his attention back to you.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and join daddy on the bed, huh?” He slams the mattress with his empty hand as you slowly walk to that side of the bed. “C’mon don’t be nervous, honey. You trust me, right?” You nod quickly, sitting on the bed next to him. You did trust him, that wasn’t the issue. You were just genuinely so embarrassed you barely knew what to do with yourself.

He places his hand on your thigh, hiking your dress up just enough to show the slightest bit of your flower print panties. “You know… thinking about you fucking yourself with this…” He flails the cum soaked dildo in front of you, some of his seed dripping on to your thigh. “I really think I need to see it in person. My imagination only does so much.” He smirks.

You feel yourself grow wetter with each touch of his hand and each word that comes out of his mouth. You squeeze your thighs together while keeping your eyes on his, earning a soft chuckle from him. He pulls your dress up higher and begins to ghost his fingers across your clothed pussy, making you shiver.

He rubs his fingers around your clit through your panties, groaning as he can feel your arousal seep through. He slides your underwear to the side, slipping a finger inside of you with ease as you let out a soft whimper. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin as he pumps his finger in and out of you, soon adding a second one with just as much ease as the first.

He continues fucking you with his fingers, keeping a quick yet steady pace. He moans into your neck while nibbling the skin in between his teeth, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “I think you know what I need you to do now.” He whispers, pulling your panties down your thighs as he taps the head of the plastic cock on your clit.

“Hmp, okay.” You grunt, keeping your eyes closed as you ride out the bliss from his previous attack with his fingers. You open your eyes once you come back to reality as he holds the dildo out for you. You hold it in your hand and rub it through your wet folds as Eddie watches.

You close your eyes once again, spreading your legs wider as you slowly begin to push the toy inside of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you insert more and more until it’s buried inside of your cunt. You close your walls around the toy, keeping it in place for a moment as you get used to the feeling.

Eddie places his hand on your thigh, rubbing softly while he moans as he watches you slip the dildo inside of yourself. Once you adjust to the feeling, you start pumping it in and out of you, your breathing getting heavier with each thrust.

“That’s it baby. Fuck my cum into you. Wanna see it drip down your pretty little legs.” Eddie coos, going back to kissing up and down your neck which only makes the pleasure intensify. You already feel yourself getting close after only a mere few minutes of fucking yourself. Eddie’s previous finger fucking probably helped with that.

You bring your spare hand down to rub your clit to speed up the process, making Eddie moan loudly in your ear. “God, you’re so fucking sexy you know that? Watching you fuck yourself full of my cum… jesus I could cum again just looking at it.” He bites down on your shoulder, making you moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“This… this is the craziest, fuck, craziest thing I’ve ever done.” You breathe out, throwing your head back as you speed up pumping yourself full of Eddie. He sucks on your skin harder as he can tell you’re getting close.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Let me see you cum for daddy.” He squeezes his hand tighter on your thigh. You look down to see his cum mixed with your own arousal dripping down on the mattress which is just enough to push you over the edge.

“Oh my- FUCK!” Your legs shake as you squeeze around the toy, moaning loudly with your head thrown back. You keep fucking yourself through your orgasm as Eddie attaches his lips to yours.

“That’s my girl. My dirty little girl.” He whispers into your mouth. You keep your eyes closed in bliss while you try to regulate your breathing. You slowly pull the dildo out of you and chuckle as you look at it covered in both of your guys’ cum.

“Uh, I’m gonna go clean this up.” You giggle as you move to get up from the bed. Eddie stops you and wraps his wrist around yours, taking the toy from your hand.

“I can do that for you.” He smirks as he wraps his mouth around the toy, sucking every last drop from it. “Mm, tastes good.” He smiles.

“Oh my- jesus christ, Eddie.” You scoff. “Who’s the dirty one now?” You playfully slap his chest and climb on top of him, attacking his face with kisses.

“Listen, you’re the one keeping all your little trinkets a secret from me. Which we will also have to use at some point.” He laughs, tickling your sides. He looks over to the spot on the bed covered in your arousal and smirks before looking back at you. “Now that, we will have to clean up.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

[abbyromanoff]

ouuu hey! For request imagine G!p Natasha kneeling on bed and reader behind her, guiding Nat to fuck the fleshlight thats tucked in-between their pillows!

If that makes you uncomfortable tho im sorry. Yea have a great day 🫣🤟🏻

FILL ME UP

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1252

WARNINGS: smut, sub!Nat, masturbation, fleshlight, overstimulation, mistress (R), degrading, pet play, collars & leashes, toxic/dark!R towards the end, breeding, pet names, mentions of pregnant!R, think that’s all!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“P-please, I can’t take anymore.” Came the weak whimper from your girlfriend. You were kneeling behind her on the bed, holding her waist in your hands as you slowly guided her into the toy.

The pillows grazed her soft skin, tickling her. If she wasn’t too busy moaning in pleasure, she would’ve laughed at the sensation.

“Oh, but I know you can. Isn’t this what you wanted, love?” It was true, this was what she had been picturing for hours, even touching herself to the thought. If only you didn’t walk in on her, she would’ve gotten away with it.

“Yes, but-“ Your hand slid down to her crotch, squeezing her balls gently and causing her to release a loud, guttered moan from the deep depths of her chest.

“Well, then why don’t you shut that slutty fucking mouth and learn to be grateful for what you’re given.” You continued your torture with a lack of care for her overstimulation. She had tried having an orgasm when jerking off, but it wasn’t the same as you doing it. Even when imagining your hands on her, it just left her all the more whiney and desperate. She tried humping the pillows, and then lastly using the fleshlight, but nothing worked. That was when you spotted her and, with a hungry yet sharp gaze, you eased her to continue, watching her pathetic attempts with a smile. She had begged for your help and while it was difficult to give in when it was supposed to be a punishment, you just had to help her.

“You feel s-so good, miss.” Each word was labored with a pitiful mewl that had you thrusting into her backside. While she was painfully hard, her tip a pinkish-red and drooling with pre-cum, you were undeniably wet. You were practically soaking your thighs with each and every orgasm you forced out of her. Each time she had said she was done, but her still-hardened cock would tell you otherwise.

“Yeah? My pussy feels that good, huh?” She nodded, swallowing down the moans that threatened to escape.

“Is that why I walked in on you fucking yourself then? Were you that desperate to be in your mistress’s cunt? God, you’re fucking pathetic.” Every word you spoke added to her arousal. The fleshlight was already covered in cum and she didn’t think it could store anymore, but you knew she could handle it. If not, she would’ve said her safe word and you’d stop instantly. But right now, you weren’t going to let her stop until she was milked dry.

The collar stored around her neck was choking her in the most heavenly way possible. The leash was in your hand as you yanked on it whenever you pleased, loving the reaction you got out of her.

The collar wrote ‘little slut’ in pink and had rhinestones adorning it. She couldn’t deny how cute she looked as your little puppy.

“C’mon, Princess, cum for me.” She did as you said with a sob, her body clearly overwhelmed in the presence of you.

“Please, I can’t cum anymore, miss. Please stop.” You grabbed the fleshlight that had been resting on the ruined sheets, her cock still nestled inside. You wrapped an arm around her waist and slammed the toy back and forth on her length, feeling her hips twitch against you.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop, Natty.” Drool dribbled onto her chin as her fingers trailed to her nipples, fondling the hardened buds slowly. You watched with amusement as she tried her best to release, knowing she was already close.

“Just one more, pup, then you can be done.” She was saddened with the thought of losing the contact but also delighted with the fact that she didn’t have to feel so desperate and overwhelmed anymore.

“I bet you’re so close, huh? You always cum so hard when your mistress touches you, such a dirty whore.” Your words and the fast pace you set was what tipped her over for what she assumed was the last time for the night.

“That’s it, fill me with your cum, Natty.” She was imagining it was your cunt that she was filling, and her juices didn’t stop flowing out of her. You had always told her what an imagination she had, and now she got to put it to use.

“Thank you, miss. Thank you for letting me cum.” You hummed and slapped her hand away when she tried removing the collar.

“But..I thought you said we were done.” You chuckled darkly, and it caused fear to erupt in Nat’s eyes. She gulped, looking down to where your fingers had started toying with your clit.

“Oh, baby, I told you I wasn’t going to stop until I milked you dry. And it’s clear to both of us you still need more.” You slapped her cock as a whine left her lips. Her red hair sprawled over her face and you brushed it out of the way, giving her a small peck before speaking once more.

“Good puppies are supposed to fill their mistress with their cum and leave them leaking. And I thought you were a good little puppy who does as told?”

“Yes! I mean, yes, miss, I’ll be good, I promise. I-I can handle it..please.” You laid her down and straddled her waist, grasping her length in your hands and brushing your fingertips across the veins adorning the sensitive area. Her breath sped up, and you only grinned before guiding her to your hole, relishing in the noises that immediately escaped her at the entrance.

“C’mon, baby, give me your pups.” While the feeling of her inside of you wasn’t easy to manage, you quickly got used to it when her hips bucked into you without thought.

“Such a dumb little mutt, can’t even think straight when you’re inside me.” You bounced on top of her and yanked her leash when you felt like it, leaving her wondering when you would pull.

“Rub my clit, baby.” She did as told and listened in on all of your noises. It brought her even closer to the edge.

Suddenly, you felt her cock just barely hitting your g-spot, grazing against it just enough to send you into an overload. The wait was too long and the build-up had been too much. While you had been teasing Nat, you were also teasing yourself. Slowly inserting a finger or two and rubbing yourself while she was too focused on fucking the toy. So it didn’t take long for you to release all over her, and she took it as her opportunity to let go, filling your womb with her seed just like you asked. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt her cum painting your velvety walls white.

“Oh- just like that! Yes, give me your babies, Nat!” It had been clear what you wanted from that night, hopes and dreams of finally getting pregnant was one that fascinated you. Nat was more hesitant, however, but you coaxed her into giving in. It wasn’t so hard when you soon found out how obsessed Nat was with filling you up, so it would only be a matter of time before you were finally complete. All you needed was your children, and your girlfriend happened to be the perfect, innocent girl you hoped of having. That way, it was so much easier to get what you want.

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[jjunieworld]

─ 𖥻TXT MASTERLIST! ` ˖

key: fluff (☁️), angst (🌪️), smut (🥛), smau (📲), written series (📖), one shot (📓), drabble (📄), other (💬), ongoing (🎬), completed (📨), hiatus (📪), discontinued (🗑️)

note: for my works, i consider drabbles to be under 2k words.

𓊆ྀི OT5/MULTI 𓊇ྀི

꩜ jjunieworld’s 2024 valentine’s day event

꩜ having another member’s pc in your phone (💬,☁️)

꩜ you called your pet “baby” and not them (💬,☁️)

꩜ txt as mitski lyrics (💬,🌪️,☁️)

𓊆ྀི YEONJUN 𓊇ྀི

꩜ romeo & juliet (📲,☁️,📪)

the hybe theatre club has an unspoken belief, whoever plays romeo and juliet in the annual play each year will end up falling in love with each other. this year, you and the person you hate the most get casted together.

꩜ lip gloss! (📄,🥛,☁️)

while getting ready for your date, yeonjun notices how you kept licking your lips after applying your lip gloss. let’s just say you don’t make it to your date as planned…

𓊆ྀི SOOBIN 𓊇ྀི

꩜ all for a bet (📲,🌪️,📨)

choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. you... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get you to date him in a month. unfortunately for you, you're a hopeless romantic.

꩜ the great bake off! (📓,☁️)

after getting fired from your job as a pizza delivery driver, you’re in desperate need to find a new job before you get kicked out of your apartment. that’s when you hear about the local bakery looking for employees. thinking, “why not? i’ve worked with dough before!”, you apply and actually get the job. that’s when you and the son of the bakery’s owner decide that it would be fun to compete to see who can make the most baked goods for a prize.

↳ ꩜ spilt milk (📓,🥛)

after a particularly messy competition week in the shop, you and soobin are told to stay after hours to clean the bakery up. with soobin winning the title of the best baker who ever lived, you have an idea of what his prize should be.

꩜ from the start (📓,☁️,🌪️)

you never really understood the saying “you’ll always remember your first love,” but that was before you fell in love with your bestfriend soobin. now all of it makes sense. you notice everything about him, from his dimpled smile to the way he could go on and on about the things he loves. and that just makes you fall for him more. cupid has shot an arrow through your heart and you can’t take keeping your feelings for him inside anymore.

𓊆ྀི BEOMGYU 𓊇ྀི

꩜ “i dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room” (📓,☁️)

you and your bestfriend beomgyu decide on going to a new year’s eve party so you’re not bored at the start of the new year. the party goers suggest that you all should play truth or dare. one of beomgyu’s friends decides to dare him to kiss the prettiest girl in the room, knowing you have a crush on him.

꩜ don’t delete the kisses (📓,🌪️,🥛)

two years ago, you admitted to yourself that you were in love with your bestfriend beomgyu. two years ago, you and your bestfriend beomgyu stopped being bestfriends. now he’s an up and coming musician and you see his face and hear his music almost everywhere in your local town; not knowing that the songs he writes are about you.

꩜ more than this? (📓,🥛)

when beomgyu asked you to be fuck buddies, you thought it was risky considering your already growing feelings for him. but, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be close to him in any way that you could. now you’re wondering if the two of you will ever be anything more than this.

𓊆ྀི TAEHYUN 𓊇ྀི

꩜ february 14th (📓,🌪️,☁️)

this has to be the worst day of your life. and just your luck, the day keeps repeating. over and over again. and you don’t know why. you get to relive the same day where you finally garner the courage to ask your crush, kang taehyun, out and get to relive the part where he rejects you each time.

꩜ 6:41 a.m. (📄,☁️)

you’re awoken early in the morning from taehyun’s alarm to go to the gym and decide to go with him. you end up distracting him from his routine with your staring and decide to encourage him with kisses to help him.

꩜ meet cute (📄,☁️)

you had a thought and a dream, you were going to be a magician. so you did what one who wants to be a magician does next, you went to a magic store. and what did you do? accidentally knock over a shelf of bang snaps and came face to face with an actual magician.

𓊆ྀི HUENINGKAI 𓊇ྀི

꩜ stupid cupid! (📓,☁️)

hueningkai, better known as cupid, is known for his art in helping people fall in love. shooting his arrows here and there, getting those who are meant to be together. what happens when after he shoots one of his love arrows at you, the other one somehow ends up hitting him?

꩜ spin the bottle (📄,☁️)

you’re what people like to call a “wallflower.” your more extroverted friends have been doing everything in their power to try and break you out of that. so they dragged you along to a party and somehow you’re stuck playing spin the bottle with people you barely know.

꩜ a bed in your shape (📄,🌪️)

for as long as you could remember, you’ve been in love with your bestfriend kai. the only problem is, he never loved you back. yet, you can’t stop imagining your life with him.

↳ ꩜ a life in your eyes (📓,🌪️,🥛)

it’s been almost two years since your childhood bestfriend kai left you in your sacred shared field alone and your friendship ended. now the girl your friendship ended over is out of the picture and you saw him again for the first time since that field. try as you must, you just can’t stop the undeniable pull you’ve always felt towards each other.

𓊆ྀི THOUGHTS 𓊇ྀི

꩜ academic rival!taehyun (💬,📄,🥛)

꩜ your cat vs. beomgyu (💬,☁️)

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt beomgyu #txt huening kai #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt taehyun #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt social media au #txt smau #tomorrow x together social media au #tomorrow x together aus #tomorrow x together texts #tomorrow x together au #kpop #kpop writers #kpop writing #kpop masterlist #kpop requests #kpop asks #kpop x reader #txt masterlist #txt texts #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[lilyrizzy]

Prompt: something about max and daniel retirement in australia ❤️

Oh look, it’s me, writing the same thing for the thousandth time😉 I hope someone likes this, it ran away with me!

The wicker beneath Daniel’s bare legs is sun warmed, despite the rapid speed at which it is sinking in the sky.

Behind him, the porch door opens and shuts, the familiar creak comforting and homely after weeks spent away. Daniel looks up to smile at Max, more warmth pooling in his stomach at the simple way it’s returned.

Stepping closer to sit beside him, Max says, “We of course should not have let her sleep yet. She will wake up too soon.”

He’a right.

An early night means a routine thrown out of the window just in time for back-to-school, their daughter’s body clock all out of wack from the jet lag. Worth it for a real Christmas with her cousins, for snow, but still a challenge.

“We’ll just have to feed her sugar tomorrow,” Daniel jokes, “keep her up when she crashes.”

Max laughs. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are so much deeper now that the first time Daniel managed to make this happen, too easily.

“Or give her an espresso,” he bats back, and it’s Daniel’s turn to laugh, knocking their knees together.

Then, to scooch a little closer, slinging a leg over Max’s so that the warm and sticky skin at the crease of his knee touches the soft hair of Max’s thighs. Inside, they’ll shower the airplane air and sweat off their bodies, but for now they can be still.

Tomorrow is Sunday and they have nowhere to be.

Looking out at green of their garden, the distant line where it meets to horizon to be bathed in light, Daniel’s can’t help but think about a different kind of gold. The kind that came with trophies, glory, but lot of fucking heart ache too. To think how easy it is to sit here with Max, and to also face how easy it would have been to never have made it here at all.

To know Max was to know that he would retire relatively early to an off-grid life of serenity. To know Daniel was to be surprised to realise he’d willingly tripped after him into that same quiet space.

“Do you ever miss it, babe,” Daniel asks, still staring ahead at the setting sun.

Max’s gaze is warm on Daniel’s cheek as he turns to look at him. For a moment he says nothing, his hands instead finding Daniel’s, lacing their fingers together to stop Daniel tugging at the thread of his denim shorts.

“A little, sometimes,” he says easily, like it costs him nothing to admit it. It probably doesn’t; he didn’t leave any dreams of his own behind on the tarmac tracks. Then, “Do you?”

It’s a question Daniel has had to ask himself once before. When it meant the difference between an early end to his career and the chance to turn back to clock. When he needed the answer to prove he was hungry and not simply tired.

He did, then, but-

There are other things to miss, now. The sweet baby smell that used to cling to his daughter’s skin, vanished with her growing limbs and milk teeth. The excited way his niece and nephew would run to him, when he was still cool. The ease with which he could squat.

And also, so much more to treasure. A ring in his finger, a baby sleep in the bed upstairs. The black and white photo of a new one stuck to their fridge, days in the calendar crossed out, counting down.

“No,” he said honestly, kissing the crown of Max’s head where even now, his hair is still the thickest, “I don’t think I do anymore.”

#be kind about my typos I wrote this on my phone #healing for me to think of soft retired maxiel dads #hope it is for someone else too! #fic #max/daniel

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I just know Eddie was being weird in our kitchen🤣 what was that like? I love this story it’s so cute😍

Hiiii lovey!! Yeah he was 10000% being weird but truly the man can’t help it. I’m so happy you like the story!! I hope you enjoy this convo between you and him when you came into the kitchen!💖

-find all things At First Sight here✨

“So…your name is uhm..Gizmo? That’s…cute…do you uh always look so-” “Angry? No he’s actually really sweet he just is very protective of me and his space….did…did you rearrange my coffee mugs?” “Holy shit…you’re so pretty…oh uhm sorry..yeah I uh put them in order by color so it would be easier for you to find…whichever one you…want to use.” “Oh…thanks…so do you want milk or sugar in your coffee?” “Black is fine…you smell nice.” “Eddie…you’re uhm…a little-” “oh shit sorry I didn’t mean to get so close…I uh really appreciate you letting me take you to work.” “It’s no problem…can I ask you something though?” “You can ask me anything.” “Right uhm so…this is supposedly love at first sight…what’s going on with you and everything right?..so…so does that mean when I would look at you in the hallway in high school and when I walked up to you and said hi that day…you didn’t see me?” “I…I don’t remember…you from high school…” “oh…wow..okay I didn’t uhm…I didn’t expect that to…uh…can you excuse me for a moment?” “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I was an asshole back then and I had my priorities all messed up and I wish I could go back in time and change things but I can’t.” “So you’re saying you never actually saw me until I took my car to the shop?” “Yes…but trust me if I could change it to where I saw you back in high school I would because maybe…maybe you’d feel the same but then again maybe this is exactly what I deserve…for being an asshole…I’m destined to love someone who doesn’t feel the same.” “Don’t be so dramatic Eddie…no one deserves to love someone that doesn’t feel the same…no matter how big of an asshole they were in high school…I’m sure you’ll…move on from this eventually.” “What if I don’t want to move on from loving you? It’s…it’s not a bad feeling.” “Oh…well maybe you won’t have a choice? Maybe you’ll just wake up one day and the feeling won’t be there anymore and you’ll be able to look at me and not get that silly grin on your face and you’ll be able to go back to your life before you ever saw me.” “Oh sweetheart…there’s no going back to life before you…there’s only life after you.” “Right…uhm well we should get going…here are my keys.” “You…want me to drive…your beetle?” “Yeah? So I’ll have a way to get home after work…” “Yeah that makes sense…okay let’s roll doll face.” “Don’t call me that.” “Sorry…” “It’s okay…bye Gizmo have a good day momma loves you…oh shit how will you get back to Dustin’s?” “I’ll walk.” “What? You can’t-” “It’s fine the fresh air helps clear my mind.” “Okay..if you say so.”

#at first sight convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson soulmate au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson #stranger things social media au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #my little dungeon master baby

[prolix-yuy]

The Reason for the Season

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: What does Christmas mean after the world falls apart? Ellie sure doesn't know, but Joel knows who might.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: T, some suggestive thoughts, one steamy kiss, teen angst and a whole lot of yearning! Our reader is given the following attributes: a history of Christmas celebrations, a father, and while not stated in the fic, she was old enough to be a teacher when the outbreak happened. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: Hello to my sweet Sil @psychedelic-ink! I'm your not-so-secret Santa and I'm here to deliver your holiday fic! And doubly, your birthday present! I’m so glad we got to meet on this wild app, and may your holidays and your birthday be as amazing as you!

You asked for something very Christmas-y with some friends to lovers romance, and boy did this get out of hand! I hope you enjoy Joel finding a little Christmas spirit.

Cross-posted on AO3

There’s little sacred in the world anymore, but making the morning cup of coffee might be as close as Joel gets. The early rising, his bedtime vestments crumpled and stretched across tired muscles. The soothing routine: the mug, the pour over coffee dripper, and the Holy Beans. Every movement is seamless, practiced and almost sightless for those mornings when he can’t peel his eyes open. All in service to the first sip, and the glorious awakening it will bring.

Though with the clattering of Doc Martens and teen angst coming down the stairs, it’s not necessarily needed.

“Mornin’,” Joel rumbles over the mug, eyebrows raised at Ellie’s earlier-than-usual scowl. She opens the fridge, every movement thrown to the extremes of her small frame. Bowl clattering, spoon chiming against stoneware, a worrisome glug of milk, and she returns to flop into her seat across from Joel. He takes another sip, maybe a little louder than usual.

“Sounds the same going in as coming out,” she grumbles, but the half smile she allows is a triumph. 

“Told you not to listen in on a man’s morning movements.” Ellie scrunches her nose up at that, jabbing her spoon into some granola. She’s only moving it around, not partaking, and Joel sets his cup down on the table. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looks down his nose at her.

“Something on your mind?” 

Joel was never much for beating around the bush with Sarah’s moods, and he certainly hasn’t changed much with Ellie. She sighs and lets the spoon clatter back into the bowl.

“What the hell is up with Christmas?” 

The question works better than the coffee, brain scrambling into overdrive in much the same way as when he caught Ellie holding a beat-up Bearskin magazine.

“Well…” he starts pensively, but Ellie bowls right through his low hum.

“Like some of the kids celebrate it and others don’t, but neither of them know why. Everyone’s arguing about something called Santa. And they’re bringing trees inside!” She tosses her hands, giving him a weird am I right look that butts against his confused expression.

“FEDRA didn’t teach you kids about Christmas?” 

Ellie shrugs, folding her legs up into the kitchen chair.

“I’ve heard of it, but y’know…not exactly high on their list of priorities.” She starts worrying at a small rip in her jeans until Joel snaps a warning look. He just bartered for those, he won’t have her hurrying them back to scrap.

“I’ve kinda been…pretending I get it.” She trails off, face closing back up and Joel recognizes the outburst for what it is. Embarrassment.

“Well, Christmas is something that, uh…that lots of families celebrated before. It’s, uh…it’s a time at the end of the year to be…you know, to be together and thankful. That sort of thing.”

He can practically hear her eyes roll.

“But what the hell’s a Santa, and trees, and all the baking?” Her finger shoots up, angled directly at Joel. “I know there are presents!”

Joel scoffs, taking another sip and ruminating on how to tackle a tradition he’s barely paid attention to since the outbreak. It all felt so insignificant in the winters following, only a counter for how long he’s suffered so far. Then, when things calmed a fraction, the idea of opening his heart to anything remotely like thankfulness made him want to bloody every knuckle. 

So he tucked his chin and paid no attention to parents trying their best to give their children something bright in the darkest days of winter. Tess never mentioned it, the shine in her eyes at candles lit in windows hard to distinguish from tears. And now, twenty-odd years later, he can barely fathom where to start. 

“There’s a lot of traditions, variations. I don’t remember half of ‘em, but…” A sudden spark of an idea, a way to cheat out of this conversation and not get sulked to death over it, catches the corner of his mouth. “But I think that teacher you like might have some books about it.” 

Ellie’s face lights up, abandoning her bowl to go galloping back up the stairs to her room. “Eat something first, then we’ll go,” trails up behind her. Joel savors the last bit of coffee before rising to rinse the cup, his own smile tugging at his lips. Shouldering his heavy winter jacket, Ellie wolfs down four bites of her granola while still in motion. Wiping her chin with the cuff of her jacket, she shoots a shit-eating grin at Joel as she heads to the door.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that, old man,” she sing-songs as they move into the bracing Wyoming air. “Always looking for an excuse.”

“Whaddya mean?” he asks with as much nonchalance as he can muster, but Ellie’s raised brown and carefree shrug clearly don’t buy it.

“You’re a lousy liar, Joel.”

Not as bad as you think.

The schoolhouse is not much more than a converted home, the ground floor filled with bookshelves and improvised desks and controlled chaos. By the time Joel and Ellie came to Jackson it was well established, but Maria explained how it changed hands and struggled for years before the current teacher. 

“It’s hard to prioritize learning over survival, but it’s the only way we move on as a community,” she said as she led the pair through their Jackson orientation. Ellie had been sighing heavily and dragging her feet - “school is boring, Joel, why can’t I go on patrol?” - before Maria led them into the kitchen. 

“And here’s who we have to thank for dealing with our wild ones,” Maria said, and you looked up from your work. 

The first thing Joel noticed was your smile. It spread so easily across your face, unselfconscious and radiant. You extended a hand to Ellie first, who suppressed enough of her ennui to act pleasant. Joel was next, enveloping her cool fingers with his large palm. He blanked on your name that time, needing to ask Maria privately for it, but the warmth and lightness of your presence could be blamed for that. 

Joel didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that meeting sure as hell paved the way for the private and closely guarded crush he had on you now. 

Ellie took a liking to you almost as quickly, and Joel could see why you were successful when others might have failed. You assessed her mood with ease, redirecting her dread to a section of the schoolhouse that held instruments. She moved immediately to an old guitar, cross-legged on the floor with the too-large instrument in her lap. 

“Can you teach me how to play this?” she asked, and you admitted to only knowing a few chords. 

“I can,” Joel piped up, his own voice surprising him. “I know how to play.” 

Twin bright eyes danced on his face, and he struggled to keep the flush from creeping past his collar.

“If you have some time, I have other students who would love to learn.”

And that’s how on some afternoons Joel found himself showing a handful of teens on the cusp of adulthood how to strum chord progressions. He viewed it as a duty to the community…or at least that’s what he said when Maria and Tommy asked. It was also the perfect excuse to stop by early and chat with you, or scrutinize a leaky window or dripping faucet. Anything to keep him in the same room as you taught simple math or reading comprehension. 

“Any time you want to bring that handiness by my place you’re welcome,” Tommy teased when he caught Joel waving you goodbye on the well-trodden path home. 

“You take better care of your place, you won’t need help,” he spat back with no fire. Tommy shrugged, hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. 

“Just sayin’, that schoolhouse might withstand another apocalypse with all the work you’ve done on it. I hope its proprietor is…appreciative.” The cheeky wink eggs on a shoulder punch that almost becomes a wrestling match between two men who should know better. Instead Joel calls Tommy a name and Tommy laughs and Joel stares at the ceiling that night wondering if you would be…appreciative of what he’d like to give you. 

Only some of those thoughts are pure in nature.

But the years, even the kind ones, have choked up his tongue and made him a coward. You’re clearly eligible, no other men sniffing around much to Joel’s surprise. He doesn’t think it’s completely one-sided either. You smile at him and put your hand on his shoulder and stand close enough that he can smell your soap and gentle musk. And what’s worse is you’re something rare to him, something miraculously unsullied by twenty years of hell. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to survive without hardening, without breaking and mending over and over until the repair is the whole self. But you are still kind, and understanding, and gentle, and open. There’s only one reason Joel can attribute to this rarity. 

Someone loved you.

Someone loved you so very much that they protected you, let you be open-hearted and trusting even with the world crashing down. And if that someone is no longer here, that’s a hole he can never fill. But every day he spends in Jackson shedding years of plate armor and barbed wire, he contemplates if he might be getting closer to someone who could at least try. 

In the meantime he makes his excuses, much like now, and suppresses the little smiles and giddy feeling in his stomach. 

“Been meaning to check on that plumbing issue she had last week,” he says breezily, snow crunching underfoot and the chill air nipping at his nose. 

“Suuuure, I bet you’d love to see her plumbing,” Ellie snarks, sprinting away as Joel’s face heats up.

“Watch your fucking language, kid,” he growls, the irony not lost on him, as the schoolhouse comes into view.

You can always tell when Ellie arrives. The kids born after the outbreak have a peculiar set of social norms and rules. You’re not sure if she even knows that she should knock before entering, or take her boots off. Then again, it’s an exercise in contemplation when you consider why those societal norms would return when their framework’s been shattered.

Keep your boots on in case you have to run.

Don’t announce your entrance in case something’s lurking.

A whole other etiquette you watch like a zookeeper behind glass.

“Good morning Ellie,” you call from the kitchen. Your heart flutters briefly wondering if…

“Morning, ma’am.”

Joel ambles into the kitchen, massaging heat back into his palms. His cheeks are ruddy with windburn, and you bite the inside of your lip considering how your own hot palms could warm them. 

“Good morning Joel, didn’t expect you in so early.” Dusting your hands off, you round the counter to step into his space. A little game you like to play: how much more obvious must you be before he’ll notice you’re flirting with him? Another brushed shoulder, squeeze of the forearm, eyes connecting a second too long. Thrilling yes - it’s been a long time since you’ve had a crush - but at this rate you’ll both be ninety before either of you admit it. 

“Ellie has something to ask you,” he says, turning to look for his ward. The strange wording patters your heartbeat into an uneasy rhythm. 

“Should I be worried?” you laugh, Joel’s deep brown eyes coming back to your face with a sheepish smile. Oh god, when he smiles your knees can barely handle it.

“I might have passed the buck on a conversation.” 

Before you can ask Ellie slips into the kitchen, weaving around Joel���s wider frame and hopping up on one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island. The ones Joel made with those strong hands and thick fingers.

“What’s the deal with Christmas?”

The question catches you off guard no matter the preamble. 

“Um. Huh. Well, I guess…what do you want to know?” you ask, sidling around to lean across the counter from her. Joel is still in your peripheral, practically filling the door frame.

“Everybody’s talking about it,” she bemoans, taking a dried apple slice you’d laid out and turning it on the countertop. “And I keep pretending it’s like, so awesome, but I just don’t…get it.” Her thumbnails pick at the leathery edge of the fruit, and the child you’ve watched pressure girls twice her age into shenanigans softens around the edges. 

“It’s all, ‘my family does this, my family does that,’ and it’s like…I never had anyone to celebrate with before. FEDRA did some stuff with us, but it was…” A shrug, accepted without comment. “And they all seem to love it, and I maybe want to…feel that.” The hedging makes you lean further over, grabbing your own apple slice and turning it between your fingers.

“Well, Joel must have told you there are a lot of ways people celebrate the holidays.” Looking up to Joel he grimaces slightly, raising one shoulder in apology. “And there are lots of different traditions. I’m not surprised you’re confused.”

“Yes! Is Jesus like, Santa’s kid or something?”

The stifled laugh comes straight out of your nose and you have to clear your throat to keep from snorting further. 

“Okay, there’s a lot to unpack here but tell you what, I’ve got a plan.” Ellie looks up at you with a guarded sparkle in her eyes, and it only widens your smile. “Let me do some research first. There are things I don’t know either. So how about you come back next week and I’ll tell you what I’ve learned during the tree decorating.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow. “Tree decorating?”

You must be glowing by now. “Oh, you are in for a treat.”

Leaning against the doorway, Joel takes in the scene. Ellie’s moment of vulnerability, buried back under her feigned indifference. The excitement bubbling under the surface of your smile. 

The way you lean over the counter, the curve of your back only accentuating your shapely ass as you sway slightly. 

Fuck, maybe he should just come out and confess his crush so he can at least feel awkward when he sees you instead of embarrassingly horny.

He’s relieved Ellie suggested coming to you. Your solution to his problem is simple and brilliant, a weight lifting off his chest. Sometimes Ellie is no different than his child, and other times Sarah’s memory makes the smallest endearing unbearable.

Sarah’s mom had taken care of the holiday explanation, navigating the unique customs of their little household. She explained why they had a tree and a menorah, and who’s Santa and the Festival of Lights. When Sarah got older and started asking more pointed questions, they both sat down and explained all their traditions and why they were important. Joel had, admittedly, been more of a supporting role, but for their family it worked. 

Then Ellie had to pitch that question at him, looking up like Sarah had, though so much smaller, and his throat closed up. He knew she needed it. Hell, maybe even he could use some holiday cheer, but Ellie was too no-nonsense and Joel was too out of practice, ripe for bungling it up.

He’ll have to thank you in some way. Though there’s not much to fix nowadays, and if he spends much more time here volunteering he might get roped into actually being a teacher. 

“...and since it’s your first time, you get to add your own ornament to the tree. It can be anything you want, and at the end of the holidays we pack it up with the others for next year.”

That’s it, he thinks. A small way to repay your kindness. He has some scrap wood in the communal woodshop, and most evenings are quiet there. There must be a coping saw in some toolbox, a few rasps and awls. 

“That does sound pretty cool,” Ellie says, and where you might have thought it to be begrudging, Joel can clearly hear her excitement. 

“I think you’ll love it.”

That week was one of the busiest - and sneakiest - that Joel could recall in recent years. It seemed to be the same for you, watching you flit around town with a battered notebook and chewed-up pencil. You were talking to people, smiling, laughing. Whatever the conversation was made everyone else smile too, throwing fond looks at each other. Sometimes playful bickering, or conspiratorial whispers followed, and you gathered up all those words into that well-worn notepad. 

Joel, on the other hand, was making himself more scarce than usual. He kept up appearances, not slacking on patrols and showing up when he’s expected, but every free moment is spent in the woodshop. 

He could have gone the simple route, cutting slices out of some nice quality wood, something with a live edge, but it was too simple. He wanted something that would make you light up, your mouth drop open and your eyes sparkle. 

Further back than he’s willing to count, he remembered a fellow contractor showing him gifts he made for his daughters each year. Beautiful wooden snowflakes, carved in geometric shapes that would reveal tessellations and patterns when glued together. 

The idea seemed simple enough, but it had been a long time since his hands had done anything delicate. The pattern was easy to make, but as he dragged the coping saw along the curves and points his hand would cramp, or the blade would zig when he wanted it to zag. He’d get up and walk around the shop to shake out the frustration, telling himself it’s only four more pieces…for this ornament. 

When he feels like giving up and tossing the whole project in the trash, he thinks of the feeling he’ll get when you hang them on the branches, the way you might touch his arm or look into his eyes when you thank him. 

And then he thinks that forget the mistletoe, he’ll kiss you whenever and wherever you’ll let him.

On the fourth day of hiding in the woodshop Ellie bursts in, halfway through a sentence before she even gets in the door.

“...and I haven’t gotten her anything and I know she’ll get me something so like, what should I…” Her entrance startles him, yanking a rag over a freshly glued ornament. 

Too slow, old man, he thinks as her eyes snap to his attempt at deception.

“What’cha got there, Joel?” she asks, sly smile matching her embellished cadence. 

“Just workin’ on things, what were you talking about?” he deflects, leaning on one elbow to hide the mess behind his shoulder. Ellie nods, understanding stark on her face as she ambles up.

“Oh sure, since when have you ever cared what I’m talking about?”

Joel can’t stop the hurt look dashing across his face, leaning forward. “I care…”

Tricked! Ellie’s hands dart under his arm and yank the cloth away, exposing the half-assembled ornaments and lengths of twine.

“You’re so fucking easy…” she starts to say, but the words stop when she sees the mess underneath. 

“What are those?” she asks, and for a moment Joel wants to snark something back at her - none of your goddamn business or don’t make fun of me - but then he realizes she probably doesn’t have any idea what they are. What would she have seen adorning a tree? Maybe dried fruit, popcorn, little trinkets that people saved hoping one day they could have Christmas again? 

So he clears his throat and makes himself vulnerable. To a teenager. Easily one of the scariest things on this earth, cordyceps included.

“They’re for the tree lighting. Had a buddy who used to make ‘em, and I thought it’d be a nice gift for…to the schoolhouse. For being so helpful and all that.” He can feel his ears reddening but Ellie hasn’t taken her eyes off the snowflakes. She traces one of the finished ones, pointer finger running along the edge he dulled with an ancient rust-filled rasp. “You hang them on the tree.”

Ellie’s quiet for a moment, inspecting and nudging the pieces around, before she finally speaks.

“They’re cool. I didn’t know contractors could make pretty things too.”

Joel snorts, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll let you know I’m a man of multitudes.”

She snorts, the tension breaking, as Joel moves pieces around to show how they fit together to form the abstract snowflake shape. As he’s explaining the process she’s shockingly quiet, but everything is open - eyes, ears, half-parted mouth. If he’d known this was something they shared he would have built things with her ages ago.

“Is one of these mine? The one I can bring?”

Joel mulls for a moment, tapping fingers on the workbench, before he hauls himself up to stand.

“Nah, I’ve got something better for you.”

It takes a few minutes of searching for a suitable wood piece not being used for something important. Then a few more to saw off a round, sweat beading on the edge of his hairline and biceps tensing. Ellie’s eyes widen when he hands her the wood circle, ushering her back to the workbench. 

“I think somethin’ more personal would be good to bring. How about you write your name on it?”

Ellie’s eyes narrow, playfully mistrusting.

“Just my name?”

“You’ll see.”

As she writes and erases about six times, Joel hunts through the workshop for the little woodburning kit he spied weeks ago. It’s janky, but it doesn’t electrocute him when he plugs it in. He waves Ellie over and takes the wood, admiring her no-nonsense script. 

“They ever teach you woodburning at school?” Ellie shakes her head, and Joel’s smile turns lopsided. “Then you’re gonna love this.”

Using the hot metal tip of the fat pencil-like tool, he meticulously traces her lettering, burning it permanently into the wood.

“Holy shit, that’s so cool!” she exclaims, getting close enough that he has to shoo her back so she doesn’t get wisps of woodsmoke right up her nose. He lets her finish the last E, warning her to go slow so the line doesn’t chatter. It’s not perfect, but she’s so excited he can’t find fault.

“Now for a little holiday decoration,” he mumbles, and with stiff joints and too-big hands he burns in a border of holly leaves and berries, even dotting the I in her name with one. 

“All finished,” he says, and before he can even blow on the final product it’s in her hands, tracing the lines and practically thrumming with excitement.

“Can I keep it?” she asks, spinning it in her palm. 

“Just until this weekend, but I can show you how to make…” His sentence trails off as she’s already heading for the door.

“Awesome, thanks Joel!” she calls over her shoulder. He chuckles to himself, ambling back to his own little project. Ellie turns in the doorway, silhouetted by the sun dipping low.

“She’ll love those too,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows and disappearing before he can retort. Sighing, he turns back to the last few pieces he needs to assemble.

He hopes she does.

Joel finishes the ornaments just in time for the tree decorating, timed perfectly with Jackson’s town square lighting. Joel saw Tommy drag the tree into your schoolhouse, conversing with you and Maria as he brushed stray needles from your front porch. The way you smiled when someone did kind things for you warmed Joel even from afar.

“Planning on helping out with the festivities tonight?” Tommy asked as the day wound down, putting boxes on the bar as Joel enjoyed a whiskey. 

“Ellie wants to go to the tree decoratin’, figured I’d make myself useful.”

Tommy’s half smile hovers in his periphery. He tries to ignore it.

“You got something to hang on that nice teacher’s tree?” Joel rolls his eyes and throws back the drink. He’s not going to sit by and tolerate romance advice from his baby brother. “C’mon, you know she’s into you, right? Looks at you like you hung the moon.” Tommy leans on the bar, turning something small between his fingers. “See you looking at her like that too. Practically Hallmark shit by now.” 

“See ya, Tommy,” Joel sighs, getting up from his chair while rolling his eyes.

“Well, at least you can bring this too,” he says, and holds out what he’s been fiddling with. 

Joel looks down, and his heart stops.

“...Where did you…”

Tommy’s face softens, placing the item between them on the bar. 

“Went home before I ended up in Jackson. Not a lot left there, but I found the Christmas box in the basement. It was one of the few things I could carry with me.” Tommy’s face fights an emotion welling up, forcing a smile even as his eyes shine. “Thought she could be part of a new tradition too.”

A small wooden ornament fashioned to look like a Christmas ball, the name “Sarah” painted in the center and surrounded by red and green patterns. She brought it home from school and it had a prominent place on their tree, even as she got older and complained about how ugly it was. 

Joel’s throat is so tight his breath whistles out, chest pounding and eyes stinging, but he picks up the ornament and cradles it in his work-worn hands. Then, a lightness eases his breathing, and a soft smile plays across his face. He clears his throat preemptively, pocketing the treasure.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll put it next to Ellie’s. Thank…thank you,” he stumbles, and the brothers share a moment of memory. 

“And you know, everyone’s gonna be out looking at the lights tonight in case you need some privacy,” Tommy suggests, breaking the tension with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. 

“Bye, Tommy,” Joel calls over his shoulder, Tommy’s chuckle ushering him out.

You must have done this many times before, because when Joel and Ellie walk into the schoolhouse it’s like something off a holiday card. The school supplies are tucked away in favor of  soft seating areas. The tree Tommy brought in is tucked in a corner, lights already wound around the thick boughs. Something apple and spiced wafts through the air, and the chatter of children and adults alike is at the comfortable level that it blankets everything in a festive glow. 

Ellie’s face is glowing too, taking in the drastic shift in decor. She hangs back a little, eyes roaming and waving to friends but shyly tucked behind Joel’s elbow. Her hand is in her pocket, and Joel would put money on her ornament being in the palm of her hand. Joel’s not much better, Sarah’s in his own and a paper packet tucked under his arm. 

Before either of them can feel too out of place, you weave through the growing crowd with a wave. 

“I’m so glad you could come!” you call out, squeezing Joel’s arm and beaming down at Ellie. She shifts on her feet, a small smile appearing at a familiar face.

“This is wild, is like the whole town here?” she asks, and you shrug with your hands on your hips. Some of your hair is out of place, and perspiration clings to your throat. Joel swallows, eyes darting away. 

“Well I did say I had a special surprise for tonight, and you inspired it!” you say, motioning to a series of little dioramas tucked into an empty bookshelf. Ellie weaves around Joel to get a closer look as you point out one of the shelves.

“You asked me about Christmas and I didn’t know what to tell you because I don’t know all that much about how it came to be, or the traditions around it. But then I realized we’re all building a new world together, and the holidays are what we bring with us.” You slide a piece of paper out and hand it to Ellie, and she reads it with a growing smile. Joel leans over to catch a glimpse at your prim handwriting.

Christmas was very traditional in my house. Santa was supposed to come by and bring us presents for being good girls and boys. We would write letters to him about things we wanted, and our parents were supposed to deliver them to him. On Christmas Eve we baked cookies and left them out for Santa because he had a lot of houses to deliver to and needed snacks. I left out carrots for the reindeer too, because they were doing all the work. And then on Christmas morning dad made pancakes and we weren’t allowed to open anything until mom was up. I believed in Santa until I was about 12, when I asked how he could get into houses without chimneys. My parents told me that Santa was an idea, not a real person, and the spirit of the season was to show people you appreciate them and give back to the community around you. I was more worried that I would get less presents if Santa wasn’t giving them to me anymore.

“I gathered up all these stories from everyone in Jackson, of all faiths and beliefs, and you can read through them and see how everyone celebrates.” You lean down now, speaking quieter. “There’s no right way, and no one person celebrates the same as everyone else. The one thing that does stay the same is that it’s a time to show love to the people around you.” 

Joel’s eyes roam the shelves, spotting a Hanukkah-themed scene and something with bright colors he doesn’t recognize. Pages of script torn from your notepad tuck behind Santa figurines and menorahs and little wooden shoes. Ellie picks up another slip of paper. 

“Wait, there are elves?”

You shrug, straightening up and catching Joel’s eye. He gives a lopsided smile as you’re pulled away by someone else entering, a twinkling light in the night surrounding Jackson. 

A time to show love to the people around you? Maybe he can finally pluck up the courage to do that.

“Okay, everyone with an ornament please come up to the tree! Not too many at one time!” you call out, and Joel’s heart jumps into his throat. He pulls the packet from under his arm, hoping that maybe a bunch of kids would rush to the front, but everyone is reluctant to be the first. You stand by the tree, a shimmer of trepidation on your face, and Joel takes the first step.

“Brought these for…for the tree,” he says, handing the rough package to her. He should have put a bow on it, but he already wrestled with the packaging too long, he didn’t think he had the nerve to make it look any more like a gift. All eyes are on you as you unfold the wrapping, eyes darting up to Joel like he’s playing a trick, but when six delicate snowflakes are revealed a murmur of chatter fills the room. Your eyebrows lift, eyes lighting up and he wishes he’d given it to you alone. He wants your appreciation and surprise and happiness all for himself, even as the whispers, “oh wows,” and “good job, Joels,” waft to his ears. 

“Joel, these are amazing,” you breathe, lifting one of the snowflakes out to dangle on your fingers. A smattering of applause he doesn’t deserve deepens his blush, but he takes the praises as graciously as possible. “I’m…thank you so much. I’m going to put them on, please everyone! Bring your ornaments up!” The snap into something much cheerier and brighter flutters Joel’s heart, catching a brief shine in your eye as you busy yourself adding his ornaments to the tree. 

Could he go to you in the hubbub of people now approaching, lay a hand on your shoulder and envelope you in his arms? The ache to do so is close to a real animal in his chest begging to be touched. Instead he hangs back as kids hang dried apples and garland, painted baubles and all varieties of crafts. Wooden birds with real plumage, tiny knitted mittens, worn pictures encased in resin. His eyes draw to Ellie, sidling up next to you to hang her name ornament. You help her pick a spot, and Joel can see how you praise the design, and add some reassuring words. Standing back from the tree Ellie leans against you, and you wrap an arm around her shoulders. 

The world slows around them, frozen in time under Joel’s watchful eye. He blinks, capturing a mental photo of this moment. He’ll look back on it often, the way Ellie both looks so much like a child but also so grown. How you give her kindness and support in as quiet of a way as she’ll accept, rewarded with her ease. And the feeling in his own chest, expanding and swelling like his heart could never fit his body again.

“Look outside!” calls one of the younger children, and the crush of people move from the tree to the windows at the front of the schoolhouse. Craning his neck, Joel catches the lights strung around town starting to click on, brilliant bubbles of amber light dissipating the darkness. A murmur kicks up, and the tree sparkles to life with colorful pops illuminating every memory adorning its branches. There’s cheering and clapping again, this time well deserved, and Ellie’s face brightens as her name sways gently with all of the others. 

“There’s more!” someone cheers, and the front door opens to guide the group out and onto the frigid streets. Ellie’s head whips around, eyes pleading, and Joel can only nod with feigned annoyance as she rushes out.

“Put on your hat…” he calls after her, but if she hears she gives no indication. In a moment the schoolhouse is empty of all but you and him. Joel glimpses more lights leading the people of Jackson through the town center, noise dulling to a comforting hum. 

You’re still in front of the tree, admiring the final product. Joel takes a deep breath and slowly approaches, standing beside you in comfortable silence. You take in a big breath of your own and blow it out, satisfaction painting your features.

“Every year it seems like it’ll never get done, and yet it always comes together,” you say, bumping shoulders with Joel. He snorts and smiles, taking in all of the chaotic beauty of the decorations.

“Meant a lot to Ellie that you did all this,” he says, tossing his head back at the written history you compiled. You cock your head at him thoughtfully. 

“It got me thinking, you know. What’s important to everyone, now that we’re here after everything?” Your eyes search the tree, Joel’s following. “For me, it was my dad. We called him Father Christmas. Loved the holidays, was excited for them every year.” Your fingers find a red plastic boot nestled in the boughs. “When we got to Jackson he was so excited to be around people again, to feel that community. He brought Christmas back for lots of people.” A watery sigh signals Joel to lean closer, fitting his arm snugly around your waist. It’s never felt more right to hold someone. “The years since he’s passed have been hard to keep this all up, but it’s also the closest I feel to him.” 

Joel reaches into his pocket, Sarah’s ornament in the palm of his hand. Ellie’s has a perfect spot next to it, and he tucks them together amongst the lights. Fresh spruce tickles his nostrils as he arranges them just so.

“My daughter,” Joel says, and it may be the first time he’s offered this part of himself up willingly. “Lost her on the day it all went to hell. She loved the holidays too, always wanted to see real snow. You know, like something out of a Norman Rockwell.” The rest of the words he wants to say stick in his throat, but it’s enough. You turn to him, sliding a hand up his arm to squeeze it gently. A knowing smile curves your lips, tempting as hot cocoa after a cold day.

“Thank you, Joel. For the ornaments, for being here. For everything.”

His body steps into yours, pulling you close. Your eyes widen briefly, then your expression becomes hopeful.

“Thought maybe I was being obvious, around all the time looking for a reason to be where you are,” Joel muses, finally bold enough to cup your cheek. Leaning into it, you fit your body into his.

“Maybe I thought it was too good to be true,” you say, a tiny brush of his thumb over your lips startling a breath out. 

“Pretty sure it’s me who’s been feelin’ that way, darlin’,” Joel teases, but the yearning in your eyes tells him he’s got to say it now. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for…so goddamn long.”

Then your hand winds into his nape, and your lips meet.

You’re as soft as he hoped, yielding to his firmer press but bold when he parts his lips and your tongue begs entrance. A choked moan dies in his throat as cinnamon and apple dances on his palate, cradling your head so he can deepen the kiss. The grip on his hair tightens, your other hand fisted in his flannel. He wraps around you, protector, devotee, your body and soul safe with him.

Your lips part regretfully, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath. Beating him to composure, you tilt your chin to press a kiss to a spot on his jaw where his beard is a little thin.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you here for so long,” you repeat, breathy giggles rippling through you both. Joel dips in to claim your lips again, softer, slower. Your arms wind around his neck, and if he wasn’t keenly aware that at any moment someone could wander back in he would have laid you out to explore with his lips and teeth and tongue. His calmer head prevailed.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t ask you for a single other thing, Christmas or not, if you’d say you’ll be mine,” he asks, heart on the line as he hopes you feel the magic of this moment just as much. Your eyes crinkle, fingers stroking through his hair.

“Joel Miller, nothing would make me happier,” you answer, earning another sweetly spicy kiss. When you part again, you say, “Well, except…”

Joel’s heart hammers, eyebrows knitting up in concern.

“...I could use help putting the star on my tree tonight. The one in my bedroom?” 

A mischievous smile darts onto Joel’s face, playfully squeezing your ass.

“And how tall is this tree? Should I bring my ladder?”

You tap your chin thoughtfully.

“Maybe two, three feet?”

Joel nods with understanding.

“Of course, we should take care of that immediately.”

“Immediately.”

Hand in hand, you exit the schoolhouse, leaving it unlocked in case anyone wants to come bask in the holiday cheer later in the evening. Looking down the main street, Jackson is lit like a beacon of hope. Children toss snowballs at each other while parents watch on and laugh. Ellie is talking to a girl her age, shyly extending a paper-wrapped gift. A beautiful, kind woman is holding his hand and if his back were better he’d throw her over his shoulder in his haste to get her alone. 

And in the darkest of times, when the days are short and cold and hope runs thin, there is still so much love to share.

END

A/N: the ornaments Joel makes were inspired by a gift I got a few years back. These handmade ornaments are some of my favorites every year!

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[clusterbuck]

i wanna roll with him

6x13 poker spec

Buck let Bobby talk him into going undercover at an underground poker game with Eddie because it’s not like he has anything better to do.

He lets Eddie talk him into pretending that they’re dating because sometimes his mouth says things before his brain has a chance to catch up. 

“It just makes sense,” Eddie is saying as they drive to the club. “It’ll be less suspicious.”

“Suspicious how?” Buck asks, though he’s already said yes. 

“Like—if we need to talk about the marks,” Eddie says. “Couples whisper to each other all the time, so it won’t be weird.” 

Buck tries to fight the shiver that runs through him at the thought of Eddie whispering in his ear, Eddie’s lips brushing against his skin and his warm breath fanning over his neck. He’s on edge already, tormented by the suit Eddie wears like it was painted on him, and now he’s supposed to survive an entire night of Eddie pretending to be his boyfriend?

He must stay silent for longer than intended, because Eddie looks over at him from the passenger seat. “What, you worried I’m going to kiss you or something?” 

Please do, Buck thinks, but this time he manages to catch the words before they slip out of his mouth. “You think you’ll be able to resist?” he asks instead, and Eddie laughs, but when Buck glances over at him there’s something dark gleaming in his eyes.

“Maybe you’re the one who won’t be able to resist me,” Eddie says as Buck pulls up to a parking spot and cuts the engine. 

As they climb out of the car, Buck realises Eddie never said he wouldn’t kiss him.

The game is unlike anything Buck’s ever seen. He’s sat at poker tables all the way across the country, from coast to coast and down in Peru, too, but they were all the same kind of temporary as Buck’s entire life was back then. They were games set up at corner tables in a seedy bar, at beaches and in living rooms and once in the back up a pickup truck. They rarely played with actual chips, and sometimes not even money, just a barter system of favours won back and forth until everyone had what they need.

This is not that. This is a table in the basement of a gentlemen’s club, the kind Buck thought didn’t even exist anymore. Not in southern California, at least. This is a table upholstered in emerald velvet, carved out of a wood Buck can’t identify as anything other than expensive. This is sleek ceramic chips clacking against each other as they move in piles that could cover Buck’s entire rent, tossed around like milk money.

Beside him, Eddie must be coming to the same realisations, because he lets out a low whistle. 

“Eddie, is this—” Buck murmurs, then remembers what Eddie had said about the suspicion and the whispering. He leans in, his mouth just below Eddie’s ear. “These guys look like they mean business. Pretty sure I’m Little League in comparison.” 

“It’ll be fine,” Eddie whispers back, and Buck only startles a little when Eddie’s hand comes to rest on the small of his back. “We don’t have to win, right? Just get to know them.” 

“Won’t it be suspicious, though?” Buck asks. “Don’t you have to be good to get into a game like this?” 

Eddie thinks for a moment, then one side of his mouth tugs up in a flicker of a grin. “In the movies,” he says, “When the main guy goes undercover like this. If he brings his girl, the girl doesn’t play the game. She just sits on his lap and watches.”

Heat rushes up the back of Buck’s neck, and he’s pretty sure Eddie can feel it as it spreads across his cheeks. “You want me to sit on your lap?” 

“That part’s up to you,” Eddie says, then turns his head so his lips land right next to Buck’s. To anyone watching, it’d look just like a real kiss.

—

It turns out to be a very good thing Buck had chickened out of playing. He’d been right about these people being much better than he is, for one, but the bigger issue is that three rounds into the game he’s still thinking about Eddie’s lips on his skin.

He’s not on Eddie’s lap, but it’s close. They’re pressed right up against each other, Eddie’s ankle hooked around his, so far into each other’s space that Buck can practically feel Eddie’s ribs move as he breathes. 

The other players had looked at them a little funny when Eddie had said only he would be playing, but understanding dawned upon them when Eddie had called him his good luck charm.

“Never seen a six-foot good luck charm,” the woman at the head of the table said, and Buck, still distracted by the fact that Eddie had just kissed him, scraped together just enough brainpower to smile and say “Actually, I’m six foot two.” 

There’d been a round of polite laughter, and no one else had challenged him.

And Buck knows they’re not actually here to play poker, that he’s supposed to be getting to know the people opposite him so he can report back to Bobby, but there’s something about Eddie tonight that makes it hard for Buck to take his eyes off him.

Eddie’s like a different person at this poker table, starting from the set of his shoulders and the way a hint of a Texas drawl slips into his speech. Buck’s fascinated, but it’s almost disturbing, like he’s looking at Eddie in a funhouse mirror. 

Then Eddie will look at him, and for that split second he is Buck’s Eddie again, the man Buck knows better than he knows himself. And it’s enough to reassure him that no matter how far away from himself Eddie gets, his Eddie is always in there.

It starts to get a little complicated when Eddie starts flirting. Because he’s been teasing the two sides apart all night, but when Eddie looks at him and winks, Buck can’t tell which Eddie it is. When Eddie leans over to press his lips to the curve of Buck’s jaw, he can barely remember his own name, let alone that Eddie is playing a character tonight. 

Eddie’s hand is on his thigh, and Buck can’t take it any longer. “Wait a minute and then meet me in the bathroom,” he murmurs into Eddie’s ear, then flashes the other players a quick smile and a nature calls.

He hopes the fact that he’s half hard isn’t visible through his pants.

In the bathroom, Buck takes a deep breath and tries to organise his overheated thoughts into words he can say to Eddie. Words like what the fuck are you doing and can you please cool it before I do something we’ll both regret. 

But when Eddie comes into the bathroom, Buck doesn’t have time to say any of these words. Because Eddie walks in with a look Buck has never seen on him, and within moments Eddie’s hands are on Buck’s waist and Eddie kisses him.

Really, truly kisses him, not just on the cheek and not just for show. Eddie’s lips are warm against his and open for him almost immediately, and he tastes like the bourbon he’d been nursing at the poker table.

Buck stands still for just one stunned second, then he’s reaching for Eddie, for any part of him just to hold on. He feels desperate, frantic and uncoordinated, but Eddie rocks against him and Buck finds Eddie is just as desperate as he is.

“Thank fuck you didn’t actually sit on my lap,” Eddie mumbles between gasped-out breaths. “I’d have come in my pants.”

“Maybe I’d have liked that,” Buck counters, breathless, and Eddie groans. 

“You can’t—can’t just say things like that,” he says, then ducks his head to mouth at Buck’s jaw like he’s trying to leave a mark.

“Then do something about it,” Buck says. Eddie looks up at him, eyes dark and pupils wide, then puts his hands on Buck’s hips and steers him into the nearest stall. The door slams shut, and Eddie pushes Buck up against it and starts fumbling with the fly of Buck’s pants. 

“Well, if you’re asking,” he murmurs, returning his mouth to Buck’s jaw. Then his hand wraps around Buck’s cock, so strong and sure it makes Buck a little weak in the knees, and he starts to move—

Buck wakes up panting, thrusting desperately against his mattress. For a groggy moment he isn’t sure what woke him, then, on the bed next to his face, his phone chimes again and the screen lights up.

Here’s the address for tonight, the first text from Bobby reads. The second one just says Dress nice.

And for a moment Buck is confused, but then it hits him.

The real undercover poker game isn’t until tonight. 

He’s so fucked. 

#who let me write poker spec i was supposed to write something else today #911 fic #911 6x13 #buddie #buddie fic #shush emma #emma writes

[flowing-between-space]

Concept:

You’re on top of me, bouncing and grinding with my cock throbbing inside you. You started slow at first. Just long, drawn out movements, feeling every inch of my cock inside you while you watch my hands as they navigate your body. Sliding up your thighs. Grabbing your hips. Tracing your waist. I love the way you look down at your tits as I grab them and squeeze them together. It’s so fucking hot.

I move back down to your hips and just guide you on my cock. Whether that’s making you slide up and down it, or making you grind against me with my cock fully inside you. I fucking love the way you feel. And you know it. Between my moans and my words, you know how much I fucking crave you on top of me like this. I get so lost in everything when I’m inside you.

I pull you down towards me so your chest rests against mine. I slide my hands from your ass all the way up your back, eventually wrapping my arms around you and just holding you tightly against me as you grind your pussy up and down my cock. I can't get enough. I grab your face and pull you into my lips so I can kiss you. I love the feeling of your tongue on mine, but everything is so intense that we can hardly keep that up for long. We end up just resting our foreheads together, moaning and breathing heavily as we grind into each other.

I push you back upright, grab a handful of your ass, and make you start fucking me faster. I want more. I can’t get enough of you like this. I put my arms above my head and let you take over. It’s so hot watching you fuck yourself on my cock. Seeing if you slow back down or if you start getting faster. Just watching everything you do. It all feels so fucking good.

You grab my forearms and pin them down into the bed, using them as leverage to ride me as hard as you want to. I’m getting so close to cumming. I can feel it building, and I can tell you’re getting close as well. I’m torn between wanting to cum and wanting to keep this feeling going. “Fuck baby, if you keep this up, I’m going to fill you with cum. I don’t know if I’m ready,” I say as I grab your hips and try to slow you down. But you just grab my arms and put them back above my head, keeping the same pace you were before. “No, I don’t care, I want your cum baby. Give it to me.”

You wrap your hand around my neck and start riding my cock as hard as you can. You’re not holding back. You’re fully set on making me cum, and making yourself cum with me. “Fuuuuuck baby, I can’t. I can’t hold back. Fuuuuck," I say as my cock starts twitching inside you and my entire body shakes underneath you. My cum just pouring out deep inside your pussy. Moaning wildly. I’m practically leaving my body.

But you don’t let up, you just keep riding my cock, milking every last drop as you try to make yourself cum on it. You just have me pinned down by my neck, grinding, bouncing, whatever you need to make yourself cum all over me. Suddenly you're shaking on top of me and your pussy starts gripping my cock. It gets so intense so quickly that you can't even hold yourself up anymore. You just collapse down on top of me, moaning and shaking. I wrap my arms around you, holding you as waves of pleasure course through your body. You're just filled with cum and cock and shaking on top of me as I hold you tightly against me.

And I just keep holding you there, my cock still inside you, even after we both calm down and catch our breath. I'm just slowly grinding it into your pussy again and again so it stays hard because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close. I want to be on top this time. I want your hair wrapped around my fist and your ass clapping against me. I can't get that image out of my head. I can't stop thinking about it. I just can't get enough of you.

#concept #text #long post

[saintbryde]

bound to the jinni | pt 3

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

A/N : Please don’t use this as a reliable sex resource, the sex slave and master dynamic presented here is in no way meant to be a true representation of a healthy BDSM relationship

Parts: pt 4

Varcan never had such a vivid wet dream until he felt a body shift on top of him.

His eyes snapped open, finding Heather above him. Her face was flushed, pouty lips showing traces of his cum dripping down to her chest. He didn’t think it was possible to cum so hard and so much in his sleep—but Heather was full of surprises.

And waking up with Heather’s mouth on his cock certainly wasn’t on his bingo card. He felt special thinking Heather chose this method all on her own, that she wanted to suck him awake.

Now it was time to reward her for being such a good cock slut.

But before he could get up, Heather pushed him back, pinning him by his shoulders.

“Master.” She whined. “Fuck me like you own me. Fill me up with your cum until you’ve bred me. Please, I can’t stand my pussy being empty anymore.”

Varcan’s heart stopped. He almost came from the mere image of it—him on top of Heather, caging her in and rutting into her sweet pussy, her ass planted in the air for him. He knew his semen could have an aphrodisiac effect—but that was only possible if it was his mate. He was never letting Heather go now.

“Fuck, pet.” He groaned, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “That was so good of you to milk my cock in my sleep.” He pulled her in, kissing her deeply. “I can’t take it anymore, either. I’m going to breed you all day and night.”

“Yes.” she breathed, grinding her wet core against the head of his generous cock. There was one issue with fucking Heather, Varcan noted. He couldn’t fit inside her. At least not all of him. But if she was his mate, she’d expand for him. There was only one way to be sure. Heather’s dress was flimsy enough to be torn off, and she giggled as he trailed kisses down her face to her collar bone, mouth stopping at her breasts.

Varcan blew on her hard nipples, watching her squirm with anticipation. But then he felt Heather nudge the head of his cock against her entrance and he lost it.

He took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting, relishing her squeal of excitement. She positioned herself to sink down on his cock and felt Heather close around him in the first delicious push. She tightened around Varcan, her walls silken and wet for him, but regardless it was a tight fit.

“Oh God.” She gasped, gripping his shoulders.

Varcan looked into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. You’re just so big.” She almost laughed.

He snickered lightly, before double checking, his tone serious. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. You’ve got to breed me, remember? There’s nothing I want more than for you to be inside me, Master.”

Varcan closed his eyes at that, suppressing the urge to buck up into Heather. He wanted nothing more than to impale her on his dick and watch her take it on top of him. But he didn’t want to hurt her for being so good to him.

He brought his hand down to her pussy, feeling for her little bud. When he found it, he spat in his hand and played with it. It was the encouragement Heather needed, now whimpering and taking more of him.

She slammed down onto him, fully engulfing his cock. Varcan’s balls tightened, and he swore he saw stars.

Heather was his mate.

He snarled. “Heather, you’re mine.”

Varcan planned to keep her as his sex slave for a little while before releasing Heather back to Shadow Falls. He’d gotten payback for her capture of him, and he’d broken free.

But his heart clenched painfully at the thought of her separating from him.

He needed to fuck her so good that Heather would feel the same. He gripped her wide hips, watching her bounce on his dick and setting a rhythm. “I belong to you, Master.” She panted.

She took a deep breath, and Varcan sensing her orgasm cresting, held her up as her body went limp, falling to his chest. He gripped her ass, and drilled up into her until she was screaming, her pussy convulsing around him.

“Fuck.” Varcan roared. With two final jagged pumps he spilled into her, filling Heather’s pussy just like he promised.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster fudger #monster fuqqer #monster bf #monster romance #original story #terato #jinni #holiday smut #christmas smut #instalove #breeding k1nk #bd/sm master #bd/sm breeding #cw: somno #somno k!nk #primal play #smutmas 2023 #kinkmas

[creedslove]

I know your headcanons are closed but I can’t stop thinking about Marcus Pike bing obsessed with his wife kids while she is nursing and he every evening very hungrily latch to her tits and drink her milk and cum without touching just from the drinking his wife’s milk.

Thank you for listening to my TEDtalk

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: I love this anon, it's so 🔥

• so, it's obvious our sweet handsome Marcus Pike has a breeding kink

• one of the happiest moments of his life was when you two were dating and you both decided to stop using condoms because you two trusted each other and were clean

• so he could fill you up with his cum every night and that man went feral for it

• then you two got married and Marcus thought he was the happiest man in the world

• what he didn't know, was that he could be even happier and that happened when you announced you were pregnant

• and he was the best husband and baby daddy in the world: he did anything and everything for you, he treated you with so much love, spoiled you, woke up in the middle of the night to get you whatever food you were craving

• he would also go to all your doctor's appointments unless he really couldn't leave work and he would feel so guilty about it, but he would find a way to make it up to you for that, taking you out to eat, or buying you something nice

• and the body changes you went through, he really appreciated them, always praising and reminding you how gorgeous you were for carrying his child

• he loved your breasts, they were so full and big and so sensitive he loved playing with your nipples

• and he would be so fascinated by your milk; at first he would be too shy about it, he would be alone in his office and instead of focusing on his case report, he would close his eyes and fantasize about wrapping his lips around your nipples and suckle your warm milk

• he wondered what it would taste like, if you'd like the feeling, if he would like the feeling, if he would be embarrassed or if you would think he was weird so he didn't tell you anything about it

• but his cock was rock hard just to imagine himself drinking from you

• so when you two were having sex, he played with your breasts like he often did, you were riding Marcus and some milk began dripping down your nipple

• you were embarrassed at first, but he told you not to worry about it and wiped it with his tongue

• and it was as if something had changed inside of him; he just loved that situation, that connection was so strong and intense he couldn't help but want it again and again

• while still inside of you, he came so hard at the same time his lips were around your nipples

• you also noticed how much he enjoyed it, it had been so intense to him, you couldn't simply pretend you hadn't seen it

• so later, when you two were in bed, you asked him about it, showing your husband Marcus you were alright with it and above all you respected and loved him just the same

• and to make things better, you offered him to try it again whenever he wanted to

• so the next day at work, Marcus was also having a hard time concentrating because he spent the whole day thinking about it

• so just when he got home, he was so impatient he didn't even change clothes

• he sat you on the couch and took you to his lap, kissing you deeply and then going down your neck, your shoulders and your cleavage

• and then he revealed your beautiful gorgeous breasts and massaged them gently his tongue toying with your nipples as your milk came out right into his mouth

• Marcus closed his eyes and let out some muffled moans while you played with his hair

• he was so turned on he ended up coming untouched, panting and looking at you as he had drunk a lot from your milk

• once more he felt a little embarrassed but you assured him it was alright and above all he'd helped you because now your tits weren't so heavy anymore

• you pecked his lips and told him he could have your milk any time he wanted

• and that was why Marcus knew he was the luckiest husband in the world: he had you as his wife 💘

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike headcanon #marcus pike headcanons

[valentine6athena]

Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

#my hero x reader #my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #sub character #bnha x reader #witchcraft #witchy

[whataboutthefish]

Steddie a/b/o - Single mom Omega Steve.

TW unplanned pregnancy, shitty boyfriend

Words 1000

Steve who is stared at in the streets, people talk in hushed tones around him and openly shun him because he “went and got himself pregnant” 

Steve who’s boyfriend had promised he’d pull out and there was no chance he’d get pregnant if he could just fuck Steve without a condom. And when his boyfriend didn’t pull out in time, knotting them together and almost passing out on top of Steve as he began to panic. The boyfriend who called Steve a slut for getting pregnant and wanted nothing to do with him besides tell Steve to fix it himself. 

Steve, who is left to deal with it on his own, as he gets to watch this stupid alpha graduate, go to a good college and marry a “decent” omega.

Steve tries to keep the pregnancy a secret, just keeps telling himself he will work something out he just needs a bit more time. And when it’s too hard to hide the bump under oversized sweaters he has to tell his parents. He is desperately sad and scared and needs help but they just kick him out, he has his car and the clothes he managed to pack into a small bag as his father cursed him out calling him a slut and a whore while his mother couldn’t even look him in the eyes. 

Steve has to live in his car while he tries to get enough money to put the down payment on rent at the trailer park. He is scared and lonely, his back aches and he’s desperately tired but he keeps working, saving money when he can. It’s the worst when he needs to decide between fuel for the car or food. He worries continuously about if he’s harming the baby, he’s always so cold, he’s not eating properly and working so many hours. 

He will sit in the car rubbing a hand over his stomach, telling the baby that everything will be alright, that he’s got it all under control and they are safe, that the baby is loved, more than it could ever know. And the whole time tears run down his cheeks because in his heart and soul he wishes more than anything that someone would hold him and tell him those same things. 

When he has the money to move into a trailer he’s able to relax just a bit, telling the baby “I told you we’d be ok”. They have warmth, even if he can’t afford to heat the place overnight, a roof over their heads will be enough. 

When Steve goes into labor he drives himself to the hospital, he has a small bag of items he could afford to take with him, pays for the car to stay in long stay parking and staggers into the emergency. 

It’s a girl, placed into his arms at five past midnight and Steve cries as he holds this tiny piece of him in his arms, alone in the hospital room and he can’t help how hard his heart aches at how much he could love someone so much. And he whispers into the thick dusting of black hair “I told you we’d be ok.” 

Steve has to go back to work right away, he’s still sore and weak but the bills need to be paid. He has a sitter that is flexible with time and he can just afford it if he cuts back on food for himself. He gets formula for the baby just in case his milk isn’t nutritious enough for her. He keeps slogging on, rocking the baby to sleep at night as he drifts off in the chair by her crib.

The day he meets Eddie he just got off a 12 hour shift, he had to pay the sitter extra money that he didn’t have because his boss wouldn’t let him leave, he picked up take out on the way home unable to even think about standing and making dinner. It’s raining the dirt outside his home has turned to mud and when he’s getting the baby out of the car he drops his dinner, it’s scattered everywhere, there is no rescuing it. 

Steve screams “FUCK” and just can’t anymore, with baby tucked against his chest he falls to the mud back against his car and cries. He’s a hiccuping gasping mess, with a baby that won’t stop crying because she’s tired and hungry 

Eddie who has seen the Omega coming and going, seen the long hours they work and the exhaustion that is obvious in everything they do. He’s watched them and wanted to say hello, make friends but always been too shy, he pokes his head out the door and sees all this and his heart breaks. 

He goes over to Steve, kneels in the mud “Hey, hey, come on now, no use crying over spilt milk, I just put mac and cheese in the microwave how bout you come over.” 

“I’m Eddie by the way,” The alpha ducks and laughs since he was offering to feed a stranger, without introduction. 

Steve who only recognises Eddie from his dark hair and the glimpses he’s seen through the curtains, who is so exhausted and the alpha scents good, and he’s offering food which honestly he’s so fucking hungry so he takes the offered hand but winces when he gets up and his pants are muddy and stuck to his ass. Steve introduces himself and the baby with a sad smile, pushing away the fallen tears from his face

“How about you go in and get changed, see to baby and i’ll bring food over in about 10?” Eddie suggests, and Steve thinks he could fall in love. It feels like the first nice thing someone has done for him since he found out he was pregnant so he agrees.

Letting the alpha into his house and into his life was probably the best thing he’s ever done. Life seems to feel lighter with Eddie around. It’s a friendship that blooms slowly into a romance and into the life that Steve had always dreamed for himself. A life filled with love, laughter and family. 

Steve rocks in a chair, his feet up and a pillow behind his back, taking the pressure of his aching heavily pregnant body. A toddler is passed out on his chest as Steve whispers into her hair, “I told you we’d be ok,”

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #mpreg