#this is just me rambling i've been awake for too long

[fceriestcrdst]

not totally thrilled about this whole being conscious business but i did set up another fic so there's that.

#is it another rydal fic? yes #is it a fic to help comfort me through some friend issues I've been having? also yes #cause i hope if i get it all into words that i will be better #it'll probably be a mixture of things that have happened both recently & with other friends #just so i can like???? stop feeling like I'm super annoying & like maybe there's a reason i always get talked over/ignored #anyways. i have been awake far too long & think if i stay up much longer my brain will poke at me more #but fic is set up <3 #& yours is too mack----or it sgetting there #i'll try to get tours done soon tho or soon enough #crow rambles #im gonna just *rolls away*

[owliellder]

All Pent Up

MDNI 18+

Puppy Hybrid! Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

Word count: 3.85k

Warnings: Porn w/ plot, unprotected p in v (stay safe), no use of y/n, spanking, crying, slight ass-play.

Description: After a long night at work, you come home to a very pent up Leon. A trip to the park to help with that energy turns a little sour.

Tags: Submissive! Leon, neck biting/marking, begging, cunnilingus, knotting, mommy kink, fluff, near illegal amounts of praise AND aftercare, a lovely creampie to end the morning

Not proofread. I am once again sat here bored at work. More self indulgence since I work the same kind of job aforementioned in this lmao.

Also VERY much inspired by @abp0rns art of puppy Leon, specifically the two I put below the crop. Please check out their art they gotta be one of my favorite doodlers out there.

Edit: cross posted onto Ao3 if it's easier for you to read there (cause it is for me)

It had been an incredibly boring night at work for you. Working graveyard at a gatehouse meant you did practically nothing. Easy money, sure, but you can only watch so many movies and doodle so much before it becomes redundant.

The only thing keeping you going was making sure your puppy, Leon, stayed happy and comfortable. You'd found him at the shelter a few months back, and though you never considered yourself to be a hybrid kinda person, Leon was just too damn cute at that shelter.

After adopting the hybrid, you quickly fell into a nice afterwork routine; come home, get jumped by Leon, make breakfast while he asked a plethora of questions about your night and made sure you knew just how much he missed you by licking and slobbering all over you. He was the sweetest boy, but man was he excitable.

Some mornings, you'd come home a bit more awake than others. It was random and you're not sure what made that so, but today was apparently one of those days.

~

"-sosososo glad you're home, mommy! I've been so lonely and bored without you!" Leon happily talked on after you'd walked through the door, his golden fur covered tail thumping loudly against the back of the couch. You remained quiet as you let him ramble, reaching up to pet through his messy bedhead with a smile. "I chewed on my toys, broke one of the squeakers though, but you've gotten me plenty of other toys for me to play with!! I really like this fluffy red pig you got me-!"

He continued to talk loudly about everything he did after you left for work only 8 hours prior, running around to grab and show you his chewed up toy and his favorite toy, tail continuing to wag avidly all the while.

"Alright, alright.. settle down, Leon.." You spoke up, cutting off his talk about laying in your bed so you could take a moment to shed your work clothes in favor of some more comfortable lounge wear; an old, faded graphic tee and a pair of soft sweatpants.

The hybrid followed you throughout the apartment while continuing to ramble, albeit a lot quieter now. Clearly Leon had a lot of energy this morning, which wasn't unusual by any means, but since you weren't all that tired this morning you decided that a trip to the dog park would be a good way for him to get some much needed exercise and enrichment.

After making breakfast, you dressed your puppy in a cozy outfit since it was always little chilly in the mornings where you lived, damn cold desert. You only had to reach for the leash for him to start jumping and yapping enthusiastically, making it rather difficult to hook it onto his collar.

You decided to stay in your comfy clothes, seeing as it would keep you warm enough until the sun warmed the air outside.

"Do you think Chris will be there?! Can you text his owner?? Who else is gonna be there?! I can smell the park from here!-" Leon rambled excitedly as he tugged you along to the park, smelling every bush and tree the two of you passed thoroughly. His tail never stopped wagging, those soft floppy ears perked forwards as he moved his head every which way, focusing in on every movement and sound while beelining to the park. He knew the way there, the leash was just to make sure you didn't get lost.

The air was cool the, sun beginning to warm you up. It was starting to bring out your exhaustion, but you wanted Leon to get at least half an hour of playtime in so he wouldn't bug you while you slept later. The thought alone made it easy for you to power through that brain fog that threatened to settle in.

You and Leon walked across the street once the tall chainlink fence that bordered the dog park was in view, the Golden Retriever hybrid practically dragging you to the other side of the street as his excitement grew. There were always other hybrids out early in the morning, the cool mornings were nicer for walks compared to the hot afternoons, at least in your opinion.

Leon was rubbing himself along the side of the fence, sniffing with a large goofy smile on his face. He had playmates that were normally here around this time, namely Chris, a German Shepard hybrid. Though Chris was a little bigger than Leon, they always played nicely, never having gotten into any sort of scuffle.

Chris was quick to notice Leon, running up to the fence so he could sniff him. They rapidly got each other riled up, so the moment you made it to the gate you unhooked the leash from Leon's collar. This wasn't so he didn't get choked out when he launched into the park, no, it was because the last time you forgot to unhook his leash first, you were yanked face first into soggy grass and mud.

The second you unlatched the gate, Leon pushed it open. He sprinted into the grassy park, Chris not far behind before tackling the smaller hybrid with a playful growl. The two roughhoused, chased each other, and played tug-of-war with a stick Chris had found.

You decided to sit on a bench not too far from where the boys played, looking up from your phone every minute or so to make sure their play didn't turn ugly.

Only 30 minutes had gone by before- "Mommy! Mommy!" Leon shouted from across the park, prompting you to look up from your phone. It only took a moment for your eyes to nearly bulge out of your head when you spotted a now brown Leon. His tail wagged, slapping loudly against the thick puddle of mud he was laying sideways in. "Looklooklook! Chris and I found a ball!" he yelled with a grin, Chris holding up the muddy ball high in the air so you could see it.

You sat there dumbfounded for a brief moment before letting your head fall back, breathing in and letting out a deep sigh as your eyes closed. You tilted your head forwards again, letting your eyes open slowly as your annoyance showed clear on your face.

Your puppy could see your expression change even from where he was, his ears drooping more than they were as the mud had weighed them down a bit. Seems like playtime was over.

Chris' owner wasn't all that happy either, walking over to the filthy hybrids only a few seconds sooner than you did. You pulled Leon from the mud by the collar since he seemed a bit stuck, glaring weakly at the now cowering puppy.

"Leon is always getting Chris into some sort of mess." Chris' owner huffed out, clearly irritated with the situation. You frowned, running your free hand over your face with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Leon just seems to really like the mud lately. I can't help that Chris follows, but I'll try to keep Leon from the mud." You didn't really care for someone implying your Golden Retriever puppy was a bad dog, but the idea of confrontation mixed with your ever-growing exhaustion was enough to have you just let it go.

After apologizing again, you let Leon shake off the excess mud from his body before hooking the leash to his collar once more, beginning to pull him towards the gate. He was very resistant to leaving, whining and whimpering something fierce. "I'm sorry! ImsorryImsorry! Please I'll be good! Let me stay a little longer mommy! Please I'm sorry! Mommy!"

As pitiful as he sounded, you now had to squeeze a thorough bath in for the hybrid before you were even able to think about sleeping. You continued to drag him along as he fought against you, crying out softly as you finally got him through the gate, closing it before he could run back through.

Your exhaustion was making you irritable, and having to fight to get Leon back home was enough to make you angry. It got even worse when he growled at you.

You stopped walking, the entrance to your apartment building only a few feet away. Turning around to face him, he immediately shrunk down at your furious glare. "Bad boy, Leon." Your voice was harsh, yet also so calm, it scared him. He hated being a bad boy, he never wanted to hear those words together again.

After you started walking again, he followed obediently, staying silent all the way into your apartment. He stood stiffly by the front door once you closed it, watching you stomp away. The puppy was on the verge of tears, his muddy tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat against his head.

Leon's bottom lip trembled the longer he couldn't see you, his ears twitching a bit as he picked up on the sound of the bath faucet turning on. His hands were clasped in front of his legs, head down in shame.

"Leon!" You called out from the bathroom, your tone still laced with irritation, he could definitely tell that much. The hybrid quickly shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best not to get clumps of dried up mud on the carpet along the way.

Leon stood in the bathroom doorway before you gently dragged him in, making silent work of his clothes that were absolutely caked in mud. He knew what to do afterwards, quietly seating himself in the bath, shoulders slumped. The bath was silent except for Leon's weak attempts to apologize, his voice faltering every time once he looked at your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you just looked so disinterested.

After the bath, you shooed the puppy off with a towel draped over his shoulders, lazily washing off his collar in the dirty bath water before unplugging the tub.

Leon sat in the living room, drying himself off as best as he could with the towel. Even after, he shook himself off on instinct, the towel left discarded on the floor. He had sat himself on the couch, still slouched with a strong pout on his face.

He knew he was in trouble. His stomach sank when you walked out and stood in front of him with that same irritated look. You then walked and sat next to him on the left. "Lay across my lap, Leon."

The Golden Retriever hybrid whimpered, though he did as he was told, laying himself so his abdomen was laying on your lap, his tail still tucked between his legs. He yipped when you grabbed the base of his damp tail with your left hand, roughly untucking it so you could get a clear view of his ass. "Look at me, Leon."

He turned his head and tilted it back slightly so he could look up at you, his eyes sad and watery. He didn't have anything to say for himself. "You growled at me. You've never growled at me before." You sounded upset, and you were. You didn't want to punish your sweet boy, but him growling at you for something so insignificant deeply bothered you.

Sighing, you pulled his tail up away from his ass even further, grip tightening on it as you felt him try and tuck it back between his legs again. Wordlessly, you drew your other hand back, a sharp smack along with a cry from Leon ringing out in the quiet apartment. You hated having to do this, but he needed to learn.

A few harsh spanks later and the hybrid's ass was bright red and sore, tears spilling down his face as he sobbed out barely comprehensible apologizes in between loud cries every time you brought your hand down on his tender behind. His hands gripped the couch cushion tightly, those pitiful sobs of his tugging at your heart.

Once you feel Leon'd learned his lesson, you gently ran your hand along both his ass cheeks, soothing the hot and red skin while your other hand caressed the base of his tail. You waited until his crying quieted to talk to him again, listening to him sniffle wetly as you let go of his tail to wipe away his snot and tears.

"Okay, okay... there you go, sweet boy. All done. I'm all done..." you whispered to the whimpering puppy hybrid in your lap, shifting your body sideways so he could climb up and lay his head against your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair with one hand while the other stroked the side of his face, clearing the few stray tears that continued to fall.

Leon buried his face into your chest, hiccuping out muffled apologies as he brought his hands up to wrap around you. "I'm sorry mommy. So-.. sososo sorry... Didn't mean to, mommy..."

As he trembled against you, you couldn't help but feel terrible for punishing him that way. He'd never been bad before, the punishment really shouldn't have been so harsh..

You waited until he quieted to speak up again, tilting your head to the side slightly so you could see his face a little better. "...you took that so well, Leon. Such a good boy for mommy, huh?" Despite the suggestive undertone, you made sure to talk softly, careful not to upset the delicate puppy on your chest.

He lifted his head up slightly, nodding weakly as his eyes turned glassy once more. "Please.. I'll-I'll be a good boy for you m-mommy. I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry mommy- I didn't mean to growl- ImsorryImsorryIm-"

You shushed him, running your hand from the side of his face up through his hair as he began to cry again. "You're a good boy, Leon. I forgive you, baby.."

All Leon wanted to do was make this right. He never wanted to be a bad boy again. He hated the way you spoke to him, the way you had looked at him. It was so scary, he wasn't a bad boy, no, he wasn't.

His mind was flooded with everything he could possibly do to make it up to you, tears falling onto your shirt as he pulled himself up off of you. He crawled backwards and sat back on his haunches, giving you a wary look as he tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Oh, Leon, sweetheart, you don't have to-" "Please..." Leon's meek voice cut you off, making you pause for a moment before nodding with a smile. His hands trembled as he pulled your sweatpants down, taking your panties with them. The hybrid hiccuped again before bringing his head down between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders as he cautiously placed his hands onto the points of your hips

It only took a second before he shoved his face into your cunt, whimpering at your smell and taste as he licked between your folds. You gasped, feeling his tongue eagerly lap up your slick as it leaked out of you, his low whimpers vibrating deliciously against you. "Leon~... oh~.. easy, boy..."

You reached a hand down to gently stroke his hair, attempting to get the puppy hybrid to calm down a bit still. He was obviously so eager to please, though he was still shaken up by the punishment; tears falling from his eyes, quiet sobs muffled by your pussy, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. His tail had started to wag again and you were relieved to see it sway slowly. You just wanted to see your puppy happy and excitable again like he always was.

Leon continued to lap at your cunt, keeping himself firmly buried in it. His breathing was a bit shaky but you just let him do what he needed to do, reaching your hand to the right a bit so you could stroke one of his soft floppy ears. He sighed at the feeling, his tail wagging a little faster.

"That's a good boy, Leon~... god- such a good boy for his mommy.." You praised the hybrid as he worked his mouth on you, the praise causing him to whine into your cunt. His eyes peaked open, looking up at you as small tears fell from them. "Good boy~..." You ran your hand down to stroke your thumb between his eyes, prompting him to close them again with a sigh.

Your words encouraged him further, sucking at your clit when his tongue wasn't buried inside of you. The puppy hybrid licked all around, making sure none of your sweet slick was left to waste. He eased his grip on your hips, partially worried he would hurt you, but mostly cause he adored the way you writhed when you drew close to your orgasm. He relished in how you pulled his head impossibly closer, practically grinding against his face, using him. What a good boy he was.

Leon was in heaven when you came, whimpering into your cunt as you gushed against his face. He made sure to lick up everything he could, even dipping down to your ass for a minute, tongue flat against the puckered hole. He'd be mad if he saw the couch got some of your juices.

After a moment, he pulled his head away, resting the side of his slick covered face against your thigh as he looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that you just couldn't resist. You knew what he wanted, and who were you to deny him?

"My good boy wanna fuck his mommy? Show his mommy what a good boy he is?" You whispered, to which he eagerly nodded in response, his ears perking up. You could hear his tail thump lazily against the back cushion of the couch, all the while watching him lick his lips. "I-I'll be a good boy for mommy. I'm a good boy-..good boy for mommy.." he mumbled quietly, hoisting himself up onto his haunches again after carefully laying your legs down off his shoulders. His thick cock was leaking pre-cum, flushed red at the tip while his knot was fully swollen. It was hard to look away.

Leon continued to mumble to himself, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he was a good boy. His breathing was still shaky as he watched you flip over, your ass up in the air while you rested your elbows on the armrest of the couch.

The poor thing was practically drooling at the sight of you, frozen in place, just staring at your glistening pussy. Your voice snapped him out of his trance, a hushed "Pretty boy..." causing him to lurch forward and mount you without further hesitation.

You cried out as he shoved his cock into you halfway, stopping only to grab the skin right above your collarbone with his teeth. He made sure he was positioned properly, shifting slightly before pushing his throbbing dick all the way. He whined at the way your slick walls gripped him, his knot pressed firmly against the outside of your cunt.

Leon's teeth broke skin as he began to piston in and out of you. He was drooling, whimpering, moaning, and his tail was wagging so fast. He loved the way his mommy felt, gripping his so tightly, sucking his thick cock in.

His let go of your skin to lick at gently, which was a stark contrast to his fast and rough thrusts. "So sorry mommy- sososo sorry.. never growl at you again- ah~..! I-I'll be mommy's good-.. good boy.."

The hybrid panted next to your ear, reaching his hands up and under your loose shirt to grip and massage your breasts. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan loudly. You could feel every bit of his cock as he slammed it into you over and over again, the tip kissing your cervix which made you hiss at the slight pain it caused.

"Gonna- hnghh~.. gonna fill mommy up.. gonna be mommy's best boy again..." Leon whined, tilting his head to the side so he could nip at your neck, kissing and licking under your jaw. He sucked numerous hickeys down your neck, making quick work of the other side as well. He wanted you to remember how good he was for you, how much he was willing to do to make things better, what a good boy he was for you.

It didn't take long for him to near his own orgasm, his chin resting over your shoulder as his hands had worked their way back to your hips. He was so close; the sounds of your moans, the sinful way your pussy squelched with slick as he fucked into you, your smell, the lingering taste of you on his tongue, everything was just so overwhelming.

The puppy hybrid didn't have the words to give you warning, only a long drawn out whine as his hips stuttered forward, knot stretching you open. You came again from the feeling, barely being able to clench around his knot. It was just so big.

With his cum pumping into you, you could only groan pleasantly at the feeling of being so full, his knot having basically plugged you to the point that none of it could escape.

You could partially register Leon running his hands up and down your body, anywhere he could reach in his position, bunching up your shirt in the process. His large hands felt nice, helping you come down from your high. He was whispering something, you couldn't make out what, but it was probably the same thing he'd been spewing before.

~

After Leon was able to pull out of you, you made sure to reassure him over and over that he was your good boy, and he'd always be your good boy.

You made him a little snack once you'd cleaned yourself and him up, seeing as the park and your at-home playtime had influenced his appetite quite a bit. You loved to see him happy again; those beautiful blue eyes crinkled with a smile as that fluffy tail of his wagged.

Your body finally realized how tired it was once more, your brain catching up with that as well. You waved Leon, who was elated to follow you, into your room, practically bounding in like a deer. He begged to lay the way you two did on the couch, and again, who were you to deny him?

You laid back, head on your pillow as Leon nestled himself on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, turning his head to the left as he rested his arms on either side of you, his hands just barely tucked up under your pillow after pulling the blankets up over the both of you.

"You're the greatest boy anyone could ask for, Leon. Always taking such good care of me.." you whispered as his eyes closed, his tail going from a lazy wag to a stop as he fell asleep.

"I love you, my sweet boy.."

#baby baby boy #love puppy leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy smut #puppy leon kennedy

[omwife]

Sanji Vinsmoke

small series or just falling for sanji/getting with him. part 1!

summary: sanji is gawking to zoro over nami when you surprise him from behind. he figures out that you're another crew mate who was absent for when he initially joined and fawns over you.

notes: bare with me cos im not far (at ALL) into the show and know nothing about how boats work. (do pirates use those wheels? they do right? they use it in this fic anyway.) alsoooo idk french so these r google translations

espèce de sale garçon - you dirty boy

"oh nami's so amazing." sanji said as he leaned his body forward from the barrel he was sat on, and took another long puff of the cigarette he was holding.

"shut up cook." zoro mumbled as he continued his practise of his technique.

"i dunno zoro, he is right." you said as you loomed over sanjis shoulder, who jumped at your voice, while everyone else seemed to perk up at it.

"y/n!!! you're awake!" nami said as she ran towards you and began rambling about what happened while you were asleep.

"y/nnnnnnnnnnnn." luffy called as his arms stretched out from his seat in front of the wheel to your shoulders.

"no- no luffy- no you're going to catapult into me- luffy- let go." you tried as you struggled against his hold before his body flung itself at you, pushing you both to the ground.

"luffy you idiot!" zoro screamed as nami ran over to the wheel to make sure the boat steered in the right direction.

sanji however, had been sat gaping at the way you looked and how he hadn't seen you before. it was a ship? how did he not notice your presence before? had you come aboard from a small ship?

"Y/NNN!!"

"USSOP!!"

"YOU'RE AWAKE!!" ussop yelled as he grabbed onto your forearms, you doing the same to him, and jumped up and down while spinning in a circle.

"I'M AWAKE!!" you yelled back just as loud and matched the large smile on his face as he pulled you into a hug.

"well maddam, how come i've never seen you before?" sanji said as his brain suddenly started working again, no longer being stopped by your beauty.

"i was asleep." you said as if it was normal for you to have been asleep for days on end, the smile not leaving your face as ussop wrapped his arm around your shoulder while smiling at sanji too.

"right.. well you must be hungry, any special requests love?"

"well aren't you a flirt?" you said as you unwrapped your self from ussop to move yourself closer to sanji, while ussop only raised an eyebrow at this with his smile standing brighter, "how about i come and oversee you make the food so we can make up on lost time?" you cooed as you wrapped a hand under the collar of sanjis shirt and fixed it, while he seemingly died inside.

his cheeks heated up at the unexpected flirting from you, while ussop snickered having been watching this in front view.

"oh i'll have something to eat too!" luffy said as he popped up from behind sanji, having listened in as soon as he heard the conversation switch to be about food.

sanji quickly turned and started questioning luffy about what he wanted in an attempt to hide the prominent blush that had creeped its way onto his face after your reply.

"good to have you back y/n." zoro grumbled as he tapped your back with the duller part of his sword as you followed behind sanji, causing you to turn back and throw a wink and a smile over your shoulder to him.

"looks like shes got sanji already." ussop said as he saw the kitchen doors close with you luffy and sanji inside, before luffy was pushed out of the door by two mystery hands.

zoro snorts at this, "guess they've both met their matches."

-

"so, you were asleep the whole time?"

"yeah. i got knocked up pretty bad in a fight on the island we met ussop at, so it took a while for me to come back to life i guess." you said as you sat at a stool and leaned your chin on your hands as you watched him pull out pots and other equipment.

"i would've forced myself to wake up sooner if i knew someone like you would've been here when i woke up." you said with a sly grin that only grew larger when sanjis movement paused for a moment, shocked, and quickly resumed his work as he decided to do it with his back turned so you didn't see his face.

"how bold you are darling. do you have a preference for sweet or savoury?"

"sweet please."

chills ran down sanjis back, your voice was like music to his ears, it was smooth and sweet and what you said didn't help with calming his already building love for you.

"so, introduce yourself to me." you grinned as he turned, leaving the food to cook on the stove top as he wiped his hands with a cloth.

"i am sanji vinsmoke, your ships cook. however i could be much more for you darling." he purred as he rolled his sleeves further up to his elbows.

"ai! you're dirty." you said as you giggled and only leaned further towards him.

"mon amor i couldn't resist when you look so perfect and pretty." he hummed as he grinned at you before turning his back and continuing his cooking.

"mm espèce de sale garçon."

this only made his smile grow as he plated up your food, making sure to make it as presentable as he could, while he put much less effort in plating luffys plate of barely anything but meat.

"call out to luffy dear?" he asked as you with a smile as he started on cleaning the dishes already.

you got up with a pink hue appearing on your cheeks, "luffy! your foods ready."

his stomps could be heard running towards the kitchen while namis screams about how he can't keep leaving the wheel was heard aswell.

"i hope to have your company more as i cook." sanji whispered into your ear, appearing behind you before he hummed and walked out, pulling his packet of smokes out.

-

done!

lmk what u think <3

#sanji x reader #one piece #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op sanji

[sunkiss3dlily]

to you, i'm just a man (to me, you're all i am) part two | joel miller x reader

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2611

Summary: While waiting for Joel to recover, he takes a turn for the worst, and you find yourself doing whatever you can to keep him with you and Ellie.

Note(s): I was asked to do a second part of this fic where the reader gets hurt and Joel goes crazy over it, but it was getting a bit long so I've split it into three parts, so this is the first and the second will be up pretty soon! This deviates from the show/game in terms of the David situation (Ellie doesn't get hurt), but I hope you still enjoy! I feel like this idea has been done a few times so I hope it's not too repetitive!! Also I am not medically inclined in the slightest so if the details are wrong for anything, please just go with it hahaha. As always feedback is appreciated, but please be respectful! Please give me any requests in my inbox or comments if you have any, I would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading! ♡

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

He made it through the first night, then the next, and the one after that.

It was almost unbelievable. While you kept a brave face for Ellie, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, the fact that Joel was still there with you felt almost too good to be true—not that you were complaining, not one bit.

Night after night, you would lie beside him, simply watching him. When Ellie succumbed to fitful bouts of sleep, you made sure to keep his coat tucked under his chin, preserving his warmth as he lay unconscious on the mattress. With your flashlight aimed at his torso, you checked for any signs of movement, or rather, the ceasing of it, until you eventually succumbed to sleeping yourself. After the flashlight inevitably died after the second night, you resorted to placing a delicate hand on his chest, under his coat, feeling for the rise and fall of his shallow breaths.

Most of your conversations with him—conversations that felt more like monologues—happened when Ellie was either asleep or out collecting snow for Callus. Initially, it was to offer comfort during those brief moments of consciousness—the occasional groan of pain or the utterance of your name. Eventually, when he fell completely unconscious, talking to him became a source of comfort purely for yourself.

You'd ramble on about just about anything that came to mind, mindful of your volume to avoid waking or alerting Ellie. It began with small talk and general comments about how cold it was and how you hoped he was warm enough. To pass the time, you'd share some of the less corny jokes from Ellie's pun book, and then you began telling him about your life before the outbreak: your family, your occupation, and your hobbies. For some reason, it all spilled out, and there ended up being more words spoken between you than before he was injured. For whatever reason, whether that was because you did not have his hardened expression aimed at you while you spoke for once, you found it really easy to open up to him, and you could only hope that he could hear you somehow and that he'd know you and Ellie were still there, waiting for him.

You couldn't help but wonder if this was how nurses felt before the outbreak. Did they talk to their comatose patients, hoping their voice was enough to guide them back to the land of the living, to the ones they loved?

You hoped that was the case for Joel, even if you couldn't fathom being a reason for him to live, no matter how desperately you needed him.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

On the fourth day, sunlight streamed through the overhead windows, gently nudging you awake. Your forehead was pressed against Joel's coat, your hand still resting on his chest, feeling him breathe. As you glanced up, you noticed his head leaning towards yours, a mix of pain and contentment etched on his typically stoic face. A faint smile crossed your lips at the first sight of his subtle reaction.

With a sigh of relief, you slowly sat up, withdrawing your hand from his chest.

On the other side of Joel, Ellie was still fast asleep, nestled as close to him as possible on the mattress. A frown creased your brow as realisation dawned upon you: none of you had eaten properly in days, rationing the minimal scraps you had, just in case Joel woke up and, undoubtedly, felt hunger. The truth was, surviving purely on those scraps and melted snow alone wouldn't last much longer.

Letting out a small sigh, you approached Ellie, kneeling beside her and softly calling her name before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to wake her. "Ellie? Hey, Ellie?"

She woke with a start, glancing around in momentary disorientation before her eyes met yours. Her gaze quickly shifted to Joel. "Is he okay?"

You hummed, "He's doing as well as he can right now. Are you hungry?"

"Starving," she murmured, laying back down and looking as exhausted as you felt.

You reached for your bag, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a piece of jerky that looked to have seen better days. You let out a small sigh and held it out for Ellie, who narrowed her eyes at you and took it before breaking it in half and holding one piece out for you.

"I'm good," you assured her with a wave of your hand, and you watched as Ellie reluctantly lowered her arm after a few moments. Instead, she shuffled closer to the mattress and laid the jerky on top of Joel's coat, which made you smile slightly.

Ellie continued chewing quietly for a moment before raising her hand and laying the back of it on Joel's forehead. "Holy fuck. He's like a furnace."

You were no doctor, but you were sure that just having a coat draped over him wouldn't raise his temperature that much, especially in the blistering cold of winter. You frowned, placing your own hand on his forehead and retracting it almost instantly. Sweat was forming at his brow, and using your very little medical knowledge from the medical dramas you used to consume before the outbreak, you realised he had a fever.

With quick speed, you lifted the coat off his lower stomach, lifted his shirt, and examined the wound that you had the displeasure of stitching up all those days ago, realising almost immediately that something looked off. The skin around it was scorched red, swollen, and oozing pus, something that you were unable to see last night with no flashlight.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself, knowing it was infected and realising that it was more than likely caused by the bacteria-infested needle you had used so hastily to patch him up.

Ellie sat up, watching you with concern. "What? What is it?"

"The wound is infected," you sighed, sitting back on your heels and trying to think of the best course of action. "Okay, I'm going to search the other houses to see if any of them have any sort of antibiotic."

Ellie nodded, sitting up. "Okay, let's go."

You shook your head. "I go. You stay here, with Joel."'

Her mouth opened, her stubborn attitude ready to argue with you, but you simply shook your head once more. "Someone has to watch him, Ellie. If he wakes up and needs help and no one's here, he'll..." You trail off, and Ellie's fight seems to wane considerably at the sight of your sadness. You clear your throat and reach towards the weapon lying beside the staircase. "Take Joel's rifle. Anything goes south down here; you take care of it, alright?"

She takes it, nodding, her eyes falling to the slow rise of Joel's chest as she asks, "What if you don't come back?"

You were speechless for a moment; for some reason, you didn't even consider that a possibility. You were only going to search some of the other houses, not even going too far, but there was still the possibility that the raiders were still hanging around waiting for you all. That, or infected.

"I will," is your simple response.

It's not enough for Ellie. "You don't know that."

"I have to," you state, and she looks up at you. "I have to come back, Ellie. I took this job for a reason, and... I'm not leaving you behind."

Your eyes flitter to Joel's unconscious form.

"Either of you."

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚, '"Where the hell did you go?"

The search for medicine in the abandoned houses near the garage where you, Ellie and Joel had taken refuge proved utterly futile. Exiting each house empty-handed drained the last remnants of optimism from your body.

However, a glimmer of determination emerged when you found yourself tailgating a white rabbit through a clearing into the snowy woods between two houses. With the smallest spark of fight left in you, you raised your rifle and focused on at least securing a substantial meal for yourself and Ellie today.

Yet, as the woods were entirely blanketed in snow, your search was already compromised. Nevertheless, you kept your feet moving, aware that any pause could cause your knees to buckle, making it a struggle to find the strength to stand again.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself, the chill blistering your skin as you narrowed your eyes in search of the elusive creature. "Where the hell did you go?"

Taking a few more steps, you heard the familiar squeaking resume as you approached a log. The rabbit seemed to have burrowed itself in the snow behind it in an attempt to protect itself, and you did your best to move quietly to avoid startling it. Fate, however, had other plans. A few twigs snapped in the near distance, and the creature bolted once more.

Turning your head to the source of the noise, your blood ran cold. Two men were facing you, their rifles prominent in their hands, though not raised. Their eyes were fixed on you as they took a step forward, the shorter one leading the taller.

Although you couldn't recognise them as the raiders who attacked you, Joel, and Ellie days ago, you weren't naive. You understood the dangers posed by any desperate man.

In an instant, you dove behind a tree, raising your rifle and aiming it towards them, cautiously glancing out to keep an eye on their movements. "Don't come any closer."

From the shadows, the shorter man with short, ginger hair, barely visible at the top of his head, raised a hand to halt his friend. "Easy, there; I'm sure we can all work this out. We aren't here to hurt you; quite the opposite, actually."

"I don't care what you're here for; walk away or I shoot," you called, squeezing the rifle in your hand, finding it a comfort. You'd feel much more reassured with Joel there, but you're sorely reminded of your predicament. "And I never miss."

Silence followed your warning, and you cautiously looked out, seeing them both still standing there. The shorter man seemed more relaxed than the taller one. He had his hands raised in surrender, and his gun had been dropped to the snow-covered ground. The taller man, wearing a beanie, still held his gun, but in a loose grip.

"Just...just hear me out for a second," the shorter man began, nodding at you in an attempt to calm you. He noticed your attention focused on his friend's gun and turned his head towards him while keeping most of his body facing you. "James, drop the gun."

James eyed the shorter man wearily, but ultimately he did as he was told. Your shoulders loosened considerably, though you kept your gun raised in warning, your finger resting on the trigger.

The shorter man looked back at you, his lips quirking slightly at the edges in a way that unsettled you. "See? We truly aren't here to cause you any harm. My name is David, and this is my friend, James."

You bit back a snarky comment about not giving a damn, and feeling assured enough that you had the upper hand now, being the only one holding your weapon, you stepped out from behind the tree. David's eyes narrowed slightly as he took you in, but a smile settled on his lips soon after.

"You out here all alone?"

You visibly stiffened, tensing your finger on the trigger, and David laughed a little as he spoke. "Easy, now. Just having a conversation is all. You're looking a bit worse for wear. You been out here long?"

"A few hours," you responded honestly, before pausing just a fraction too long. "My whole group has. In fact, they should be on their way back here right now."

David quirked his eyebrow, sounding disbelieving as he asked, "How many of you are there?"

"Enough." You responded, glaring at him, but this only caused him to smile unnervingly towards you again.

"So you're travelling with a big group, huh? Yeah, me and James come from a big group too." He looked towards his friend and nodded. "Yeah, we have a settlement a couple miles from here. Nothing too fancy, just a little village, but it's safe—you'd have a roof over your head, some extra clothes on your back, and new boots if you needed them. You could come and check it out to see if it's good enough for you and your friends; it would be nice to see some fresh faces."

You narrowed your eyes at his offer. "Why aren't you there right now?"

David paused. "I'm sure you know all too well how quickly food runs out in big groups like ours. I guess that's why you were chasing that little bunny so carefully. Yeah, we know the feeling. The desperation. It's hard, right? Well, truth be told, we've been struggling with keeping everyone comfortably fed over this harsh winter, but James has been scouting this big buck for a couple of days, and we've come to bring it back to our people."

You nodded slowly, your stomach twisting at the thought of having something big enough to feed you, Joel, and Ellie comfortably. You could kill them both and go looking for it, but then you'd know you'd truly lost your humanity; you were not yet depraved. "Maybe you should focus on keeping your own people safe before trying to recruit new ones."

"You could help us." David suggested, and you didn't miss the way James looked at him. "As you said, you never miss a shot. James and I are pretty rusty ourselves. But if you helped us, we'd be able to feed our people and yours, or you could take half the buck for yourselves if you truly don't want to give us a chance. Fair trade."

Nerves bubbled within your stomach, and you cleared your throat, tilting your head. "What's to say you won't shoot me dead the second we find it?"

"That wouldn't be very smart, would it?" He smiled. "Not when your group will be showing up soon; James and I'd be outnumbered in seconds."

You breathed out nervously, not knowing what to do and knowing, damn well, no one was coming for you. "Yeah, you would."

David laughed. "So, we have a deal?"

"Back at your village, do you have medicine?" You found yourself asking suddenly, noticing the way James' eyes widened partially, but David remained cool. "For infections and such?"

David hummed. "We do. Someone hurt?"

You nodded, saying nothing else about it.

"Well, then," David sighed. "Tell you what, how about this? James, you head back home and speak to Howard. Tell him you need two bottles of penicillin and a syringe."

James looked at David with an expression of what looked to be confusion and unsureness.

"This isn't code, James. Do as I said," David continued before he turned to you. "You and I will keep hunting for this buck while James gets that medicine for you; then, when he gets back, you can decide whether you want to follow us or not, alright?"

You aimed your rifle towards James as he looked back at you.

"That works." You watched as James leaned to reach for his rifle and fired a warning shot beside his feet, sending the snow flying. "Leave that there. You can find it when I'm gone."

"Listen to the lady, James," David instructed, and James straightened back up, taking a few steps back until he began running through the woods back towards the clearing that you had previously come through yourself.

David met your gaze once more, smiling softly. "Well, let's go find that buck."

©️sunkiss3dlily, 2024.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller tlou #the last of us #fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal x you

[thejediandthemandalorian]

So I have this mildly amusing concept in my head that follows my Codywan at a bar concept (that I don't think I've shared.) It would be really amusing if a bunch of horrible stuff happened and then the 212th and 501st all head back to coruscant together and Cody is all mopey and upset and distancing himself from obi wan for whatever reason and Rex is like 'dont worry we're gonna go to a bar tonight and make this better' and Cody is like fuck no, because Cody. And then Rex tells Fox and Fox, Mr by the book, is like oh yeah sure let's go and he's the one who picks Cody up and is like you're going. And when they get to the bar Rex is already there but he's got Anakin and obi wan with him and Cody is like...pissed at Rex and Fix because this was a set up. And all the sudden Quinlan appears out of nowhere, turns out fox didn't choose to come Quinlan said 'youre going, we're getting obi wan and Cody together, and we'll have a date night' and fox had like begrudgingly agreed for that reason. Cut to Rex is sitting awkwardly at a table with Cody And Obi wan, making sure they drink, and is also drinking himself and eventually Rex gets tired of them and goes and starts dancing with Anakin who hit the dance floor as soon as they got there. Cut to a little later, Cody is DRUNK. And obi wan is really drunk too, but he had gone off to the bathroom so Cody is still awkwardly sitting at the table people watching. Quinlan and Fox have long since disappeared. Anakin and Rex are like dancing so close they might as well be one person. And Cody's by himself. A club dancer comes up and Cody is drunk enough she convinces him to dance with her. Cody is in a State™️ and this girl just taught him how to dance. He's like out of it, that's how drunk he is, and obi wan comes back, also like super super drunk, downs another drink, and sees this club dancer hanging all over Cody and putting her hands all over him and having Cody do the same to her. So Obi Wan walks up to Cody is like 'mind if I cut in' and this club dancer is just like oh another hot man yeah sure and obi wan cuts in, but he doesn't dance with her, he starts dancing with Cody. Cut to Cody's memory pretty much blacking out and waking up the next morning in Obi Wan's bed at the Jedi Temple. He's confused at first because he's been in this room before but can't place it and then he realizes where he is. Obi Wan is awake and tells him good morning, both have horrid hangovers but the minute Cody hears Obi Wans voice he practically falls out of the bed and hits the floor, scrambling to put his clothes back on because he's just in a t shirt and briefs and he's freaking the fuck out cause he just woke up in the same bed as obi wan. Which it's not the first time he's fallen asleep near Obi Wan, but he also can't remember much of anything. So Cody rushes out the door, Obi-Wan calling after him (spoiler alert they didn't do anything they both just went back to Obi-Wan's place and crashed because they're old and boring even when drunk off their asses, but also they're in the middle of a war so they have every right to be exhausted.) And Cody goes rushing back to the barracks and practically pounds on Rex's door until he opens up. And when he does Cody starts talking real fast and Rex is like half sitting up watching him, not really as hung over cause he didn't drink that much, and has a higher tolerance than Cody cause let's get real he drinks way more often. And Cody is rambling and Rex is just like 'cody calm down it's okay, have a seat.' and Cody sits and puts his pounding head in his hands and is like 'I slept with Obi Wan.' but he doesn't know if they banged or not (they didn't.) And suddenly another person sits up in Rex's bed and suddenly Anakin is there and he's like 'what?! You slept with Obi Wan?!? Obi Wan slept with someone?!' and then chaos, hilarity, and angst ensues.

Like believe me, there's so much more to this idea but this much has me giggling.

#star wars #commander cody #codywan #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #captain rex #rexwalker #rexakin #quinlan vos #commander fox #quinfox #the go to a club because they need a break okay? #also i know the reason cody is upset with Obi-Wan #but no one else does #evil cackles #drinking #anakin/rex/padme #i dont know their ship name

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Off the Page 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: skinny!Steve

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Maria brings you your travel cup as you acknowledge her with a quiet thanks under your breath. You try not to turn your attention from the person on the other side of the table. You keep your rehearsed smile in place, nodding as you open the cover of their book and write their name inside before leaving a message and your signature below. They ramble on but you don't mind so much, their passion is entirely flattering.

You still can't believe this is your life. You're a writer. Not that freelancer knocking out commissions for pennies, by an author. It's your second novel and by your publisher's declaration, a hit. You suppose you wouldn't be on a book tour if it wasn't.

You pause to have a sip of coffee. You've been here all morning. That there were people lined up before opening assured you of the long day but it just doesn't seem to stop. At the end, you're set to do a reading and giveaway a collector's edition of the book. Your longing for your hotel room only grows deeper as your hand cramps and your eyes sting.

The next reader steps up, his book well-worn and clutched in his slender hands. He's thin and short, with a swoop of blonde hair over his forehead.

"H-hi," he sputters as he goes to set his book on the table but it hits the edge and falls to the floor, "oh, s-sorry, I'm sorry."

He's almost frantic as he bends to retrieve it and places it in front of you. You smile at him as one of the store's branded bags dangles from his elbow. He has to buy a book to get a signature. You pull his well-read copy towards you, the cover wrinkled and the spine cracked.

"You know, I could sign both..." you offer, "since you spent the extra money."

"Oh, oh, n-no, that's... that's okay. Um, thanks. Just that one." He smooths his hair with a shaky hand, "sorry, I've been awake since two in the morning. Too much caffeine."

"Tell me about it," you kid as you hold his book open, "I can tell you really liked the book."

"Ye-yeah, yeah, so much," he seems ready to burst as his blue eyes light up, "you know, I really love Emeris. He... I don't want to be lame but... he's like me. You know?"

"Oh, yeah," you agree kindly, "he's one of my favourites."

"Most writers -- I read a lot -- they always have the typical hero. Big and brawny, but you mad Emeris strong in other ways."

"I tried," you reply. "Anything in particular you want me to put here?"

"I... I can't think of anything," his eyes go wide, "I've been looking forward to this forever and I didn't think."

"That's okay," you assure him and uncap your pen, 'Keep on the path, my brave Emeris,' you weave onto the page. You sign your name and slide the novel across to him.

He takes it and opens it, reading as his nervousness breaks into a smile. He peeks up at you, closing the book to bring against his chest.

"Thank you!" He beams.

"No problem, you sticking around for the Q&A?"

"Oh yeah, my friend wants to go get a snack but we'll be back," he proclaims. "Thanks so so much."

"Yeah, no worries," you subtly look to the line.

"Oh, uh, I won't keep you any longer," he waves his hand apologetically, "can't wait for your reading."

"See ya," you return and turn to the next person, a girl in deep red plaid, a brand new copy plopped down before you.

You just have another hour until you get to sit in front of all these stranges and try not to get tongue-tied. It should be easy by now but those butterflies in your stomach still flutter. More coffee, next book.

📖

The Q&A goes about as well as any other. It was good fun but entirely exhausting. You're ready to just go as the winter sky darkens fast outside the bookstore windows. Maria stops you to talk about your train ride tomorrow and the next venue. You beg her to let you go back to the hotel.

"I told you it was going to be a lot," she chuckles.

"You did. And just like you said, I'm tired, so please, I have a tub with jets waiting for me."

"Just make sure you don't stay up all night writing your next bestseller," she winks.

"You're telling me to get sleep?"

"I'm a great sleeper, I just happen to sleep best while commuting," she shrugs, "fine, go. I'm just going to talk to the owner quick."

"Alright," you utter through a yawn and cover your mouth, "I'll see you tomorrow."

You leave the bookstore and the chill air blows into your open coat. You shiver and clutch the strap of your bag. The bright sign of a Korean shop catches your eye. You're so tired of the bland hotel room service, you can spare ten minutes and a couple bucks.

You cross the street and enter the shop. The lights are low and the din is soft. You approach the counter, perusing the menu laminated on top and order some hoison noodles.

You hear muffled chatter from the corner and sway, trying to ignore it. After paying, you move over to wait for your take-out. As you do, you sense someone watching you. You peer over and see an eerily familiar set of blue eyes. It takes you a moment to recall the skinny man from the signing.

He's with another sat across from him. A bigger man with dark hair and wide shoulders. He shakes his head and catches the blond's hand before he can wave at you. He hisses something at him and you quickly look away.

You're still getting used to that. It doesn't happen too often but it's still awkward. You face the counter and take out your phone, a way to make yourself look busy.

You try not to hear but it's so quiet in the place, "Steve, quit, she doesn't wanna talk to you."

"I know. I just wanted to say hi," the hiss blows back.

Your order number is called and you grab it with a thanks, eager to flee before the situation can devolve. As you go to the door, you hear a groan under the jingle of the bell above you.

"Great, Buck, you always got be a buzz kill..."

You don't look back as you walk away from the shop, searching out a taxi as the smell of the noodles torture your empty stomach. You might just fall asleep before you can enjoy your prize.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #bookstore au #au #series #off the page #mcu #marvel #captain america

[aphroditesmoon]

from eden

osferth x reader

summary,: it's been too long since he's been with his wife.

warnings: smut, nsfw (minors dni!!)

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In your hazy state, you feel his fingers trace shapes on your back, the surreal feeling of his body warmth almost shoots you awake.

It had been a month since you've last seen your husband. Tending to your babe alone while you await him with prayers of his survival.

God grants you your wish yesterday as you watch a group of men riding through the blinding sun. Only when he's closer to see, did you drop all in your hand to run to him. And him, not waiting to reach you, jumped off his horse to meet you halfway.

Your smiles does not dim the whole reunion as you revel in eachother's embrace, ignoring Finan's shouting at him to finish it up faster so he could eat.

You invited the men in your homely house to stay for dinner before they ride back to their own homes, It was this first relaxing night you've had since Osferth left, often too anxious tossing and turning every night, worried for him.

That night the both of you fall fast into slumber despite his consistent sensual lingering touches in the day.

Though last night's tiredness does not make him forget the promises he's kept in mind.

As your eyes still refuse to open againts the blinding daylight you bury your face deeper in his lean chest and hear a soft quiet laugh leave him.

"I know you're awake." He whispers gently, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

You groan slightly and shaking your head, still closed againts him.

Slowly, you feel his hand, once soft, now rough from fighting, cup you by your chin, pulling you to look up at him.

Your frown is accompanied by a pout as you glare at him, annoyed to be disturbed from your sleep. He only smiles wider, booping your noses together before letting your lips meet.

"Hello'" he murmurs againts your lips. You smile into the kiss and feel his own. "Hi."

Your mouths gasps into eachother's, his lips not waiting to glide in to dance with yours.

He groans and fists your nightdress harder againts him as you suck his tongue, salvaging him.

He breaks the kiss to move down your neck, sucking and kissing down your throat as he inhales your scent he's missed too much.

You grip his hair, letting out a whimper as he sucks a sensitive spot below your ear.

One of his hand moves to hold your hips up, urging it to wrap around his hips.

You follow and moan his name at the feeling of his hard cock, grazing againts your bare cunt, protected with nothing but the sheer fabric of his breeches.

Your self restraint broke as you runt againts him whining when he rips your nightdress open to indulge in your breasts.

"Osferth please-uh" he ignores your plea and his own cock's as his tongue swirls againts your hard nipple before taking it in his mouth, sucking and lightly grazing it with his teeth.

He gives the other breast the same attention as his hands hold your hips down from grinding like a bitch in heat.

The need for any kind of friction was making you lose your mind, your need for him was overwhelming as you feel frustrated tears starts welling up while he takes his time with your body.

"God I've missed this." He murmurs againts your stomach before moving lower despite your whines.

When his face finally meets the inside of your thighs, You almost sob in relief, begging him to just fuck you.

" 'm so lucky, such a pretty cunt, all for me."

Your clench at nothing as his words send shivers down your spine and he groans at the sight, no longer wasting time to dive in your warmth.

Your fingers grip his head deeper into you as his tongue laps on you like a starved kitten, switching to his mouth sucking on your mound, sending you into a rambling, hot mess.

His slips two fingers in as he licks on your cit harder.

Cursing at your cunt clenching on his fingers so tightly.

"Always so tight for me- mhm fuck."

"Yes -god yes- just for you!" Your whines and moans feeds his need to pleasure you more as he pushes a third finger in and starts thrusting all three in and out.

Giving you no mercy, with his fingers thrusting fast, helped by his tongue licking and nibbling on your bundle of nerves.

You release his head and move to grip the furs, screaming out your release.

His name, the only prayer you could think of.

He fucks you through your orgasm, as you blubber out I love yous, limp on the bed with tears of pleasure on your cheeks.

His careful eyes takes in your spent and hazy state, sleepy eyes still present.

His fingers released from your warmth, he sucks your wetness on his fingers before climbing up to hover above you.

He pressed his forehead againts yours whilst flashing you his infamous soft grin.

As you calm down from your high, he leans into your ear to whisper to you, "Think you can take my cock now?"

#osferth #osferth x reader #osferth x you #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #the last kingdom x reader #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen

[thehermitsaltar]

Kurt Kunkle x male reader

Where he kidnaps the reader & has been stalking him online.

+ forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it

Maybe consensual sex later on because reader is really into it?

Tied up kink, marking kink.

A/n: This is the best request ever<3333 this request was so good that I had to do it immediately

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader

Warning: Smut, sort of dubious but everything is consensual.

All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.

Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?

You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.

You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.

"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"

The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"

Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.

"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"

Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.

"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.

"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.

Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.

"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.

Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.

"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."

You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.

"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.

"Say it."

You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.

Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.

You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.

"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.

"I'm yours."

Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.

"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."

Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.

"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.

Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.

"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.

"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.

"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.

Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.

"Can I- can I fuck you?"

You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.

"Yes."

The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.

He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.

By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.

"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.

Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.

"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.

"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.

He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.

The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.

"It says 'Kurts'.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x male reader #male reader #x male reader #smut #spree

[ay0nha]

Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff

Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!

OOOOOOOO

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.

I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)

Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)

You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  

The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 

That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 

“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.

“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”

“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”

Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 

Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 

“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 

The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 

You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 

“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.

Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.

“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”

You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  

I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.

“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”

Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.

#q #personal #ask #request #anon #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #newt scamander x gn!reader #newt scamander fluff #newt scamander angst #newt scamander fanfic #newt #scamander #fantastic beasts fic #wizarding world

[ophelian-darling]

Prompta 94 + 38 with noriyaki kakyoin. He's ready captured you and confessed his love to you and you're still trying to get used to your new home.

"I'm the only one who can understand you"

"You're adorable when you're asleep"

TW: Isolation, Obsession, Implied Stalking and kidnapping, delusional thoughts.

Word Count : 1.3k words.

enjoy ♡

"Smile for me!" 

It's been weeks- at least in your perception. There are certain thoughts of obscurity that gnaw your brain, the effect of Noriaki present even in the scatters of your mind's rambles: Time has no existence except that of the imagination, the more our thinking daubs with life colors, the more we get old. The clouds behind the window marched in a Foggy lane; so dreadful with a beauty of its own.

"Everything is beautiful! our eyes just can't see the bewitching charm of it. it's the human eye that is ugly" 

Noriaki would chatter for hours about everything and nothing. Clutching a brush and standing in front of a canvas, aimlessly coloring a homely sketch in a passion of a Picasso yet in the skill of the Austrian painter, an opinion that God forbid if you shared to him no matter how he insisted you to. Better leave him to swim in a warm sea of his own illusions if it meant that you're out of any disturbing antics he would present. 

A first look at him would tell no secret about the madness veining through him; it's just an introverted classmate with an amateur hobby of painting, someone who isn't recognizable in any way or form. Anyone who sees him scribbling on a paper would think that he's just recording notes for a class, while he is lining a crimson billet-doux. They would think he was fulfilling his class cleaning duty in the evening, while he was wiping the violent evidence of his crimes. They thought he was a sweet boyfriend to walk his lover home, while he was-

"What are you thinking of, Dollface?" 

"Uh-" Instinctively changing your position as you uttered a faux-casual 'nothing', you realized that you were staring through a skylight window for too long, perhaps forgetting (or ignoring?) him as he ordered you to smile. quickly, you put your lips curves to a height that felt awkward, a smile of a rushed family photo. He hummed in response, seemingly buying it so as to complete his 'Masterpiece' (using his words).

"I'm almost done, I can't wait for you to see it" 

"I'm so excited to see it!" you lied, the family photo smile still plastered on your face. 

"This is the best thing I've ever drawn so far" He smiled, cheerfully eyeing your resting figure on the chair "I wanted to paint you in full coloring for so long, and now I'm glad I got the chance to finally do it" 

Just at your left, a wall stood still, dozens of haste sketches hanging on, some semi-completed, others either barely spilled any effort or neglected at their prime, jittery lineaments in dark pencil. You could tell that Noriaki was frustrated with them: they never matched the tableau vivant he carved in his mind's eye; yet they somehow ended up being useful enough to have the honor to be remembered and kept. 

Leisurely, the corners of the house engraved themselves in your memory corridors, so was the daily script of life here: days mimed each other, Noriaki's smiles split into thousands of colors, yet his eyes were ever the same as fake greens; none of them held any normalcy or spontaneity, just faux calmness. In the morning, you both wake up- He's the first to rise from bed, rattling you awake before having breakfast together. His tongue flows when the sun shines, he talks and speaks and laughs and chatters nineteen to the dozen, his voice very clear in your anamnesis yet his words hazy. as your teacup hangs between your thumb and index finger, you focus on the movement of his lips and nod at whatever letter he throws. As the ether discolor into cinnabar, his room is solely altered to be a temple honoring you: poems, paintings and pictures wallpapered the small room in a morbid show of attachment. When the moon is crowned in the sky with stars, The jar of cogitation breaks, and Noriaki would animate his dreams of a family and a blithe life, framing you and him in one iridescent cadre, until the heavy curtain of dreamless slumber falls on your eyes.

"I'm done!" He announced happily "Come take a look" 

You stood up, blood circulating again through the muscles of your backside and thighs. Of course, sitting for two hours in a stiff position to please the Mr.Artist was nowhere of an exertion near his. You just have to sit and look pretty, he would argue.

"It's the best ever! I'm really proud of this one. I've been thinking about making it real for so long, and it's as perfect as I imagined!" The palette in his left hand moved with each word, intonating his speech. He surely was excited- you never got a reaction so enthusiastic from him.

You kept your smile, looking at the product of two hours in front of you.

A dark line rimmed a color that seemed like your skin tone, vigor lines on what you assumed to be the head pastiched your hair, proving even more how much of blind digits he had. The eyes of your own face were closed, an expression you never felt or recognized on your features layered your replica on the canvas. it was what a crow would caw compared to what a nightingale would chant.

"So?" He waited for your approval.

Life with Noriaki taught you a massively important key skill: Lying. your lips curve up, your vocal cords silken as the lie rolls down your tongue "It's really beautiful!" you reach up to his face and kiss his cheek as a 'thank you for bothering yourself to appreciate my beauty'. He basked in your validation and demanded it almost always.

"But I'm kinda curious, why did you draw my eyes closed?" you noticed his smile shift from a saccharine one to egoistic.

"You know you're already cute right? yet not genuinely" He stared at the painting, carrying on "I think that honesty suits your face best. I know that you didn't like the painting, and I know that you never liked any of my sketches or anything I ever made for you" His lips merged into a thin line, a gray flicker flashing in his irises. coolly, he continued "You have that stupid fake kindness about you, you don't want to hurt my feelings, and I hate pressing you to tell me your honest thoughts. I feel like at this point you treat me like a fucking toddler, you encourage and say sugary things to please me… you constantly lie to me to make me happy, and as much as this is caring, it bothers me" 

Your lips sewed themselves. 

"But I found a way. I memorize everything about you every single day, I came to know you more and more. isn't this sweet, My lovely eye candy? I get to understand you better! Now I know just too well about you! Now I'm the only one who can understand you" 

Four eyes widened, two out of pure shock, others out of an unfamiliar emotion, something that sounded like a pink Mania.

"And to answer your question, I realized why I love looking at you sleeping… I couldn't put my finger on it for a year, but the more I see the more I fathom it: you're most vulnerable when you're asleep… all appealing and appetizing and too pure to commit the crime of lying so glibly and beautifully… slumber has just a nice touch on your face, You're truly adorable when you're asleep" 

Thinking has no time to course within your brain. The head of his brush was smudged back in a crimson mix of colors, taking a clot of red and sullying the white canvas, just above the head of your painting. 

"Let's see how honest I can make you"

All red, a human Masterpiece of his.

#appleblueberry-pie #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin x reader #jjba x gn reader #gn reader #part three #part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #sfw #yandere noriaki kakyoin #yandere kakyoin

[lilacliquors]

pairing: poe dameron x reader

sweet or spicy: sweet

word count: 698

prompt: [  FIRST  ]: sender tells the receiver “i love you” for the first time

notes: here's day seven! can't believe we're halfway done with the event already! it's been fun coming home from work and just sitting down to write, i've missed it &lt;3

there had been no word since poe had left for jakku. you hadn’t wanted him to go in the first place, but as the best pilot in the resistance, he felt it was his duty to handle this mission for general organa. which left you back at the resistance base, just waiting. waiting for a sign, a signal, a distress call (though you had your fingers crossed it wouldn’t be that), anything. it became routine for you to try and ask one of his fellow pilots if they’d heard anything yet, but before you could even ask, they would simply shake their heads no, and you’d find yourself once again in the dark on the situation. it was frustrating, and exhausting. and you understood everyone was anxious, everyone was waiting for news, but for you … it was different.

it was no secret that there had been something between you two before he left. everyone could see it, in the way he looked at you, the way your acted around one another, it was clear as day that some unspoken existed there. and truth be told, you were going to tell him how you felt. you’d finally worked up the courage, but by the time you’d made it to the tarmac, he was gone. now you were nothing but a nervous wreck, worrying about his safety every night when you went to bed, and every morning when you woke up. 

one morning, you felt someone shake you awake, startling you. you jerked your head up, looking around while blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“you need to come quickly!” a nurse from the medbay said. “it’s poe!”

you snapped awake and hurriedly got dressed. you didn’t quite know what to expect, since she’d left before you could ask any questions. your mind was racing as you pulled on your shoes and your jacket. was he hurt? was he alive? was he even back home? millions more thoughts ran through your mind as you made it out onto the tarmac. you were going to use it to cut across to the medbay, but when you heard a whistle, you froze. you then turned, and the relief you felt was indescribable. poe was jogging towards you, looking a little worn, but in good spirits. you felt yourself smile, and you ran to him. he stopped and held his arms open for you, and you practically launched yourself into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let out a laugh.

“poe! i was so worried about you!” you whispered, burying your face in his neck.

“i know, i had a feeling you were. i’m sorry … i couldn’t reach out sooner, it was way too risky. but i’m here now,” he whispered back, and you nodded. it was like time stood still, and you knew, then and there, you had to finally say something. you couldn’t let another moment slip by without him knowing the truth. “poe?” you murmured, pulling back to look at him.

“yeah? everything okay?” he asked when he saw the look in your eyes.

“mhm. i just … i need to … you scared me half to death, you know. i was worried sick, think that i’d never get to see you again, and that i’d never get to tell you that i love you. because i do. i love you more than anything. i don’t know how long it’s been, i just know that i don’t ever want to experience this again,” you said, rambling on and on. 

poe was quiet, but then his face broke into a wide grin. you felt his hands on your hips, and he lifted you up, spinning you around a bit before setting you back down.

“wish you’d said something sooner,” he said with a grin. “because i’m crazy about you. i wanted to say something before i left, but there was no time. but … this is the best thing i could have come home to.”

you felt your face heat up, but then you smiled, and together, you embraced once more.

“don’t leave without a goodbye next time, yeah?” you asked.

“never again, i promise.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron #poe dameron sweet and spicy special #lilacliquors

[cozy-mp3]

three's a charm

ellie x female!reader x dina

you, ellie and dina are just friends, until you're not.

word count: 8.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, brief mentions of nightmares + sleeping medication, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving + receiving), so much kissing, ellie n dina bicker but it's sweet, reader is not called honey (sobs), reader is kinda shy/quiet + has a lil tiny bit of backstory

a/n: hi! today i bring you the threesome fic no one asked for! i've been rewatching a silent playthrough of tlou2 (i'm a shit gamer lol) and i'd kind of forgotten how much i like dina as a character so here we are. abby fics incoming soon, maybe, idk. knowing me, probably. there might be a sequel to this bc i love their dynamic, i'm not promising anything tho bc i become incapable of writing anything if i feel an ounce of pressure to do it lol

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

you don’t really know how you fell in with ellie and dina, years on the road with few companions and nobody your own age had made you introverted and shy, nervous to form attachments to anyone lest you lose them. but somehow, they’d worn you down, cracked through the firm walls you’d built around yourself until you could comfortably call them your friends, your best friends. It’d been dina at first, she’d been the one to give you a tour of jackson and the one to show you where you’d be sleeping, where you’d eat and where you’d work. she hadn’t been put off by your awkwardness or your short answers to her meandering questions and she wasn’t discouraged by the way you could hardly return her smiles. 

instead of pushing you away, she’d only pulled you in closer; inviting you to eat with her, to spend evenings with her after patrol, to read with her, to drink with her, to dance with her. it’d made you feel warm from your cheeks down to your toes when she’d wrapped her arms around your waist one evening, guiding your clumsy movements into something that resembled the dancing couples around you. it still makes you heat up to think about the way she smiled at you as she spun the two of you around, the way her eyes crinkled and her hair fell over her face. 

it hadn’t taken long for you to meet ellie once you’d started regularly spending time with dina. though she was more reclusive in comparison, she still made an effort to talk to you, to include you in their conversations over dinner and sometimes she’d go on these long winded rambles about space and science and things you couldn’t hope to understand without a textbook in front of you. she’d always blush when she’d notice you and dina listening intently to what she’s saying, not quite knowing what to do with all the attention so squarely on her. sometimes in those moments, when ellie is looking down at her plate with her cheeks bright red and her hair falling into her eyes, you’d glance over to dina and share a private smile with her. it’s closeness you never thought you could have, so new and so special it made your heart ache when you thought about it too long. 

so, maybe they were a little closer than your best friends should be but the current arrangement was working and you didn’t want to be the one to ruin whatever it was between the three of you. you don’t want to lose ellie tying your boots up tight before patrol and helping you clean your guns, the way she gives you private smiles across busy rooms and the way she hums to you and dina on late nights when it’s just the three of you and a blunt, when you’re all more asleep than awake. 

you don’t want to lose dina and how she gets you breakfast in the morning, the way she can always tease a laugh out of you no matter how hard the day has been, the way she’s dedicated herself to teaching you how to dance and how she lets you curl into her chest when you’re plagued by nightmares, how her heartbeat is steady and strong and her lumpy couch is just big enough for the two of you. 

sometimes, on those nights when sleep escapes you, ellie comes over and the three of you squeeze into dina’s bed with her happy yellow bed sheets. you spend the whole night feeling too hot pressed between the both of them, those nights are your favorite. ellie occasionally lets out soft little snores and dina’s hair tickles your chin from where her head is nestled into the crook of your neck, you can feel ellie’s arm tight around your waist and dina’s warm thigh pressed against yours. it’s always those nights you sleep the best, despite the slightly lumpy mattress and the way the duvet clings to your hot skin, you don’t ever want to lose it.

it’s one of those evenings when you find yourself over at dina’s, sleep hadn’t come easy for a few days in a row and patrol had been hard because of it, you kept finding yourself getting distracted or your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to stay alert. you were lucky ellie had been your partner today, she’s much more patient with you than most other residents of jackson would’ve been, she’d practically had to do double the work and wouldn’t hear it when you tried to thank her. 

she’d dragged you to dina’s when the two of you had gotten home, both of you scrubbed clean from a quick shower and already dressed in pajamas as you stood on her doorstep, ellie playfully trying to step on your toes in what you had affectionately dubbed her grandpa slippers as you waited for dina to open the door. they’re a little bit hideous and look like they’re made out of the kinds of carpets that get ripped out of homes and used to fuel fires in winter, ellie loves them though, so you won’t tease too much.

when dina opens the door shortly after ellie’s second round of loud knocking she takes one look at the two of you and shakes her head fondly, grabbing you each by the wrist and pulling you inside. ellie wanders straight towards the small kitchen in search of snacks and you press yourself up against dina’s side until she wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you hold onto her. you sigh out a happy breath and try to subtly breathe in her scent, she smells like whatever soap she’s been using, a little like weed, like the vanilla candles she burns in her room and like her. 

“you ok?” she asks from above you, resting her cheek on top of your head and shifting you around until you’re tucked comfortably against her. you only reply with a nod, wrapping your arms tighter around her as ellie reappears, bag of jerky in her hand. it’s the peppery kind dina hates, you’re pretty sure she only keeps it around for you and ellie to scavenge from her cupboards. ellie leans against the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, one foot propped up so her stupid grandpa slipper hangs off as she watches the two of you.

“you two look so pretty,” she says, gesturing towards the both of you, jerky in hand, “this lighting is crazy, golden hour or whatever,” she continues and you can’t help but smile at her, dressed in sweats that are a size too big and a tank top that’s a size too small so about an inch of her stomach is exposed, her big fuzzy robe hanging off of one shoulder, you think she looks pretty too. “lemme go get my journal,” she hums absentmindedly, stuffing the jerky she’s holding into her mouth before tucking the bag into the pocket of her robe and disappearing again in the direction of dina’s room.

“you wanna go make sure she isn’t tearing your room apart?” you ask after a few quiet moments, resting your chin on dina’s chest and looking up at her amused face. ellie’s right, the light spilling through the windows does make her look pretty, it softens her features and brings out the tan of her skin, the little flyaway hairs framing her face look golden and her eyes are bright and happy as they usually are. you doubt you’re as pretty as her, you don’t think it’s possible.

“sure,” she replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before she untangles herself from you. you feel cold when she lets you go but she takes your hand in hers to lead you upstairs so you don’t get the opportunity to miss her touch too much. her palm is soft against your own as she leads you up the stairs, her fingers tangled up with your own in a way that makes you wish she’d never let go.

“why’d you move?” ellie asks with a little pout when you reach the doorway of dina’s bedroom. she’s sat on dina’s rolling desk chair, the desk in front of her covered in evidence of her searching for her journal, dina’s possessions set into piles either side of the battered cover of it. “the lighting down there was so perfect,” she sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip.

“we can let the light in up here,” dina tells her before she can continue her complaining, letting go of your hand and walking over to the widow to pull back the curtains. the room is bathed in the same golden sunlight as the hallway downstairs and ellie hums happily, any arguments already forgotten. dina sits down on her bed one she’s tied back the curtains and pats the spot next to her, smiling when you sit beside her and lean against her heavily. “nightmares kicking your ass again?” she asks, her arm wrapping around your shoulders and her hand finding a tense spot between your shoulder blades.

“yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her hips, “maria told me they might be able to find me some pills to help next time they do a med supply run, but it’s gonna be a week or two before they go,” you mumble into dina’s shoulder, the soft material of her shirt muffles your words, though she hums in thought so she must’ve heard you.

“maybe you need to relax more,” she suggests, her hand rubbing firm circles into your back. ellie huffs out a laugh from across the room and when you turn to look over at her she hasn’t moved her eyes from the page in front of her, her pencil moving quickly, “no, i’m being serious, it feels like all your muscles are tensed up,” dina says, she turns to look at you with a sympathetic pinch between her brows and you can’t help but smile at her. 

“it’s not that simple, dina” ellie sighs before you can reply, the scratching sound of her pencil stopping as she studies the two of you with a concentrated frown, she tilts her head a little and squints before she turns back to the page and her pencil starts up again. “she can’t relax just because you told her to, it doesn’t work like that,” she adds, “if it was that simple she’d never have a nightmare again.”

“you might be right though,” you tell dina hurriedly, not wanting to lose the soft look on her face, “we can ask around, maybe someone can help me out with it,” you say, giving her an encouraging smile and squeezing your arms around her in a tighter hug, “els’ is right though, i don’t think i can just relax by myself, it’s hard,” you finish with a sigh, resting your cheek back on dina’s shoulder.

“well, i could try and help,” dina says slowly, a questioning tilt to her voice, “at least with these tense muscles you’ve got, i’ve been told i’m pretty good at massages,” she says, enthusiasm already bleeding back into her tone.

“who told you that?” ellie asks, eyebrows raised in amusement, her pencil has stopped moving again as she watches the two of you. she’s relaxed into the chair, her legs spread comfortably with her jornal propped on her thigh and her lips quirked into a smirk, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth at dina’s exasperated expression.

“it wasn’t important before,” dina huffs, shaking her head at ellie’s amusement, “and don’t think you’re getting anything from me after raiding my pantry before even saying hi,” she adds with an exaggerated furrow in her brows, her face easily softens when she addresses you, her eyes warm and sympathetic, “i’ll give you a back rub though,” she smiles, tapping your hip and pulling away so you’re free to move, “lay on your front, this will be great, i promise,” she tells you.

“ok, d,” you nod, laying down on your stomach and pillowing your head on your arms. you don’t really know what to expect, no one's ever offered you a massage before, sure, you’ve seen other people receive massages but it’s never involved laying down on the bed of one of the girls you kind of want to kiss. it isn’t until dina has swung one of her legs over yours to straddle your thighs, just below your ass, that you begin to think this may have been a mistake. “what’re you doing?” you ask her, cheeks heating up as she shifts to get comfortable, you can feel yourself tense up beneath her and it only makes you flush more.

“i gotta get comfy,” she tells you, leaning down over your back so her chin is by your shoulder and she can meet your eyes, “and you need to relax,” she says, her face fond and slightly amused as she runs her hands up your sides, “c’mon, close your eyes,” she whispers, you do as she instructs and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you allow your muscles to relax beneath her. “good girl,” she says softly and it takes all your willpower not to squirm, you can feel her warm palms through your thin pajama shirt so you try to focus on that, on her gentle touch and not her weight above you or her praise when you follow her instructions.

“you’re totally playing favorites,” ellie calls to dina from the other side of the room, it might’ve made you laugh if you weren't so focused on keeping your body lax and regulating your breathing. it’s a halfhearted complaint and you know she doesn’t really mean it, so you don’t make any effort to move, only opening one of your eyes to glance at ellie. she’s watching you both, her pencil is back in hand, scratching away at her notebook hurriedly. her hair is falling into her eyes and if you were in reach, you’d tuck it behind her ears, you can imagine the appreciative smile she’d give you, the way she’d squeeze your hip or your thigh or your arm, whatever’s in reach, the way she’d turn to brush her lips against your cheek, if you’re lucky.

“only because she’s so much sweeter than you, els,” dina replies, squeezing your hips once before she sits back up and begins to run her hands up and down your back. she chooses to ignore ellie’s protests that she’s very sweet, actually, you only hum in agreement when ellie asks you to confirm, unable to keep the smile off your face. once ellie is quiet save for the sounds of the pencil lead scratching on paper again, dina begins to massage you, beginning at your lower back.

she pushes her thumbs against your knotted muscles, the constant but gentle pressure working out the aches. the repeated motion is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing without having to think about it, your breathing evening out and your eyes struggling to stay open when you try. it isn’t until she ascends to the middle of your back, her fingers kneading the each side of your spine that it starts to feel really good, so good it startles an appreciative moan out of you and god, is it embarrassing.

you tense up again, eyes flying open, you can’t sit up with dina’s weight still heavy on your back so instead you press your hands to face, trying to hide your embarrassment. you can feel dina pause above you, her hands still and warm on either side of your spine, the sound of ellie’s pencil has stopped as well, the room silent besides the soft breaths of the three of you.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your embarrassment only increasing the longer the room is quiet, “i didn’t mean for that to happen,” you add quickly, not able to prevent yourself from squirming in discomfort. you can feel dina shift above you and you hope she says something to ease the tension in the room, she’s good at that. she doesn't make a move to shift off of your body so you can quietly hope she isn’t weirded out by your reaction, that she doesn’t want to stop.

“it’s ok,” she says eventually, she still doesn’t make a move to remove her hands, only shifting her weight a little above you, “it felt good right?” she asks as she slowly resumes massaging you, “that’s what i wanted, i wanted you to relax and feel good,” she adds when you don’t respond, her thumbs pressing more firmly again until she pulls another soft moan from you. “you wanna keep going?” she asks, her breathing is shaky and you can hear insecurity seeping into her tone so you nod quickly, turning your head enough to meet her eyes so she can see your sincerity.

“yeah, i wanna keep going,” you reply before you press your warm face into her bedsheets, closing your eyes tight and trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. dina continues slowly working her way up your back, the heavy silence of the room only broken by your occasional stifled moan or whimper. she pauses when she reaches the bottom of your bra, sucking in a deep breath before she leans down over your body again, tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your face.

“can i undo this?” she asks, one of her hands splayed out over the side of your ribs and the other gently tugging your bra strap where it lies on your shoulder, “i wanna give you a proper massage,” she hums, “wanna make you feel as good as possible, only if you want it though,” she continues, her hair is brushing against your skin and you’re trying to focus on her words and not how her body feels pressed up against you.

“i want it,” you tell her, your voice sounds a little raw and you try to hide your face again but she doesn’t let you, she trails the pads of her fingers over your cheek and you’re sure she can feel how warm your blush is making you. she doesn’t mention it though, instead sitting up so she can run her hands under your shirt, pushing it up slowly enough that if you wanted to protest you could. you think, privately, you wouldn’t tell her to stop if the world was ending but it’s a sweet gesture and you offer her a smile in thanks. 

she gently maneuvers you until she can pull the shirt over your head, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before she begins to work on the hooks of your bra. she gently runs her hands up and down the unobstructed length of your back when they’re all undone, her fingers trailing lightly over the red mark it’s indented into your skin. her hands feel even warmer on your bare body, her skin is soft against yours and her touch is sure and unfaltering, no longer hesitant. you can feel her shift above you again before she’s reaching over you to help your arms out of your bra straps, gently tugging it from beneath your chest once it’s free and tossing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“fuck,” ellie curses softly from where she’s still sat in dina’s desk chair and suddenly you’re reminded of her presence, you squirm again and glance up at dina who looks just as flustered as you feel. there’s pink staining her cheeks and she’s dutifully not making eye contact instead looking down at her hands where they’re resting on your back, “don’t mind me,” ellie says hurriedly when she notices how the two of you have frozen, “or i can, like, go, if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds and you spare dina another glance before shaking your head.

“you can stay, els,” you tell her, turning your head to look over at her so you can give her a reassuring smile. her cheeks are a little red too and she’s abandoned her journal and pencil, both of them sat on the edge of dina’s desk, she’s slouched in the chair a little, her legs spread wider than before and her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. her hands are clasped together and as she relaxes again she rests her chin on top of them, her eyes leaving yours to meet dina’s.

“yeah, ellie, you’re good,” dina nods, giving ellie a reassuring smile of her own before she looks back down at you, “you still ok?” she asks, smiling a little wider when you nod and situating herself comfortably again, “alright, you’re being such a good girl for me,” she tells you, tapping the end of your nose with her finger lightly, “just keep being still,” she instructs, her hands squeezing your sides lightly before she resumes the massage, her thumbs rubbing firmly just below the spot where the band of your bra had been resting. 

you close your eyes again and let out a heavy breath, your body slowly relaxing back into dina’s bed. your cheeks are still a little warm and you’re trying very hard to ignore the heat between your legs, though it only seems to get worse as dina continues, her hips pressed up against your ass as she leans over you. you can hear ellie moving around on the other side of the room and you crack one of your eyes open to look at her, letting out a soft laugh at the way she’s shuffling over to the bed in the chair, the wheels struggling to roll on the carpeted floor.

“listen,” she starts before she has to pause to let out a short laugh of her own, “i was trying to be subtle,” she says, reaching over to brush her fingers against your shoulder once she’s in reach, “carpets don’t allow for seduction, i’ll keep it in mind for next time,” she chuckles, pulling herself right to the edge of the bed so her legs are touching the mattress. 

“you were aiming for seduction?” dina asks sounding deeply amused, “i’ve done all the seducing here, els, you were sat with your mouth hanging open while i was doing all the work,” she says, gesturing to the little pile of your discarded clothes and smiling all smug down at ellie who’s brows have pinched together in a little frown. you have to fight off a fond sigh and an eye roll, you can tell she’s taken dina’s bait.

“hey, not all of us are good at this shit,” ellie protests, crossing her arms across her chest. she looks equally ridiculous and attractive like this, manspreading in the office chair with her hair loose around her face, her jaw clenched enough to emphasize the line of it, fuzzy robe falling down her shoulders and pooling at her elbows. “plus it isn’t the seduction part that matters, it’s what comes after that that counts,” she insists.

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” dina hums, still sounding rather happy with herself. ellie doesn’t continue their little argument, instead turning her attention to you, taking in your soft expression and letting her own face smooth out into a smile. dina’s working on your shoulders now and you can’t help but close your eyes, opening them after a moment to see ellie’s face level with yours, her eyes already on your own.

“is it working on you at least?” she asks, her smile betraying that she doesn’t really care, though you nod anyway just to see her smile widen enough for her teeth to peek through her lips. “that’s good, a fifty percent success rate isn’t bad,” she says, her face is slowly inching towards yours, she’s close enough that you can see each of her freckles individually, even the tiny ones and the way her lips are a little chapped. 

there’s an eyelash stuck to the top of one of her cheeks and you lift your head up to free one of your hands so you can brush it off. her smile gets even softer if it’s possible as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, holding onto you as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. her lips are warm and soft and you don’t quite know what to do with yourself as she cups your jaw and deepens the kiss. her hands on you grip a little too tight and her palms feel a little sweaty, like she was nervous, it makes your heart melt. 

dina’s stilled above you, her hands squeezing your shoulders lightly though it could hardly be considered a massage, it feels more subconscious than the purposeful motions she was making earlier. she shifts against you and this time you can feel how her thighs squeeze either side of you, how she tenses and then relaxes again a few seconds later. you almost feel overwhelmed between the two of them, dina behind you and ellie in front, you don’t know who to pay attention to.

you pull your lips away from ellie’s a few moments later, breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. you feel yourself blush but you can’t pull your eyes away from her face, her eyes and her spit slick lips and the way her own chest is heaving a little from her heavy breathing. she smiles at you and leans over to press another brief kiss to your lips, her hand around your wrist squeezing light and reassuring.

“ok, ellie, i’ll give it to you,” dina starts once ellie has pulled away from you again, both of you turning enough that you can see her face, she has a blush high on her cheeks and it looks like she’s been biting her bottom lip, “that worked on me,” she says and ellie smiles her triumphant i told you so smile that you find more endearing than you’d ever let her know.

“you want a kiss too, d?” you ask, your heart beating fast with nerves though they dissipate when dina nods quickly, like she thinks you might change your mind if she takes more than a moment to respond, “lift up a little,” you tell her, wigging a beneath her until she lifts herself up enough for you to roll over. she sits back down on you, straddling your hips and leaning over you, her hands braced either side of your head. you don’t have time to feel self conscious about your bare chest as her body presses up against yours, you’re more shy about how your hands rest on her hips, how you can feel body give beneath your hands.

“come here,” she tells you, leaning down so her face is level with yours, her hair forming a curtain around the two of you. her nose is brushing against yours and you can’t help but nudge the tip of your nose against hers, smiling at the same time she does, “i thought you were gonna kiss me,” she whispers, her lips are brushing yours already and it doesn’t take much effort to press your lips to hers.

you sigh happily against her and squeeze her hips, whining against her mouth when you can her thighs clench around you again. you can feel ellie move beside you, one of her hands strokes across your temple and the other tucks dina’s hair behind her ear so she can see you both, it makes you squirm a little, the fact that she’s watching you kiss dina just after you’d kissed her. 

“you’re so pretty,” ellie says softly, her hand is still stroking the side of your face and you’re sure she’s doing something similar to dina, she hasn’t directed her compliment at either of you so you can only assume it’s about you both, it almost makes you whine again. her hand leaves your skin and you miss her touch immediately, using one of your hands to blindly reach for her, “give me a second, baby,” she laughs, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles before she lets you go again, “i’m gonna help dina get her shirt off,” she tells you, placing your hand back on dina’s hip.

dina pulls her lips away from yours as ellie tugs the bottom of her shirt up and you’re stuck between watching as dina’s body is exposed and looking at her face, the way her lips are parted and she’s looking down at you with dark, half lidded eyes. you settle for staring up at her, you tuck the other side of her hair behind her other ear so you can see her clearly and you think she’s gorgeous. she’s got little freckles like ellie and a few larger moles, you move one of your hands from her hip to gently touch each of them. 

ellie pulls dina’s shirt over her head obscuring your view of her face and you blush when you make eye contact with her again, you suddenly feel shy now that she’s sitting above you like this, her shirt discarded and her breasts spilling slightly over the cups of her bra. you’re conscious that she’s looking down at your chest too, her hands splaying out over your ribs as she watches your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take. 

“you’re so beautiful,” she says and she looks so earnest you can’t help but believe her, though you can’t pull yourself together enough to form a response other than ‘you too’, it makes her smile wide enough that you’re sure she wasn’t expecting anything more, “you’re so sweet,” she chuckles, resting her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes, “sweetest girl ever,” she hums, laughing again when ellie very audibly clears her throat behind you both. 

“c’mere els,” you call, reaching out for her again, you tug gently on her once she takes your hand in hers and she follows you easily, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “we gotta get your shirt off too,” you tell her, using your other hand to gently push on dina’s hip until she moves with a reluctant sigh, swinging her leg off of your hip so she can sit beside you, “it’s only fair,” you add with a smile as you pull ellie’s body in front of yours. 

you sit up so you’re sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread enough that ellie can stand between them comfortably. she rests her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her, she has a flush high on her cheeks, her lips are bitten and her eyes keep moving from your face to your chest and back again. you manage to catch her eye and she only blushes harder, squeezing your shoulders in retaliation when you can’t help but laugh at her.

“you’re so cute,” you tell her with a soft little smile, reaching up to push her robe off of her arms as dina presses up against you from behind, her arms winding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder. you can feel her breasts against your back, soft and warm and her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her bedroom, your hands still and ellie gives you a knowing look, taking her hands off your shoulders to pull the robe off herself.  

“just watch,” dina whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then another to your jaw, “you don’t need to do anything,” she hums as her hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, she squeezes gently, her fingers brushing lightly over your nipples. you’re torn again between focusing on dina and the way she’s sucking a mark into your neck or on ellie who’s pulled her shirt over her head and is standing over you with her sweats hung low on her hips.

you decide you can manage a bit of both, tilting your head to give dina more room and leaning back against her a little more so she has easier access to your chest. you use one hand to hold one of hers tighter against your breast and the other to reach out to ellie, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her pants and then up the flat planes of her stomach, over the soft hair that disappears into her underwear and the ridges of her abs.

“you’re so pretty, els,” you mumble, you’re shy to compliment her but you want her to tell her, you want to try to let her to know how attractive she is to you, how you could spend hours looking at her, how you could spend forever here in dina’s room with the two of them and you’d never get tired, “you’re beautiful,” you tell her, your fingers brushing the band of her sports bra, she averts her eyes from yours, looking just as shy as you feel.

“thank you,” she replies with warm cheeks, her eyes not able to meet yours for more than a moment, “you’re both so gorgeous,” ellie adds, looking from your face to dina’s where she’s still pressed up against your neck, her lips resting against your skin as she looks up at ellie, “feels like a dream,” she sighs, reaching out to run her fingertips over the tops of your breasts, her lips quirking into a little smirk when you squirm.

“you dream about us?” dina asks with a smile you can feel against your shoulder, you can imagine the look she’s giving ellie by the tone of her voice, teasing and fond and a little bit in awe, “what do you dream about?” she asks as ellie rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, both of them laughing softly at the way you whine and try to press your thighs together.

“i dream about this,” ellie replies, reaching over with her other hand to tuck dina’s hair behind her ear again, her fingers still warm on your breast, “i dream about touching you and kissing you and having you both all to myself,” she admits quietly, her gaze switching between yours and dina’s, she still looks a little shy but more sure of herself now and she bends down to press her lips against dina’s, cupping her jaw in her palm.

you lean your head back on dina’s shoulder to watch the way their lips slide against each other, ellie’s brows have furrowed a little and dina is squeezing you again, the soft flesh of your chest giving in to her touch easily. you can’t help but let one of your hands wander between your legs, the throb of your pussy too incessant to ignore when you can hear ellie moan into dina’s mouth and the quiet, wet sounds of their kissing.

“you couldn’t wait anymore?” dina teases a little while later when she and ellie part from each other, their chests heaving slightly as they catch their breath, “so desperate,” she hums as she lets go of one of your breasts to join your hand between your legs, she slips past the worn elastic of your pajama pants easily and she bats your hand away gently when she reaches your panties. you hear her curse when she feels how you’ve soaked through them and you whimper, closing your thighs around her which only serves to press her fingers against you harder.

“‘s she wet for us?” ellie asks, her lips titled up into a smirk as she takes in the expression on your face, you can feel that you’re flushed and your brows have drawn together as dina explores you through your panties. she takes a step away from the two of you so she can pull her sports bra over her head without elbowing either of you, she also pulls down her sweats and kicks them towards the growing pile of clothing before she steps closer again. she kneels in front of the bed so she’s level with your thighs, running her fingers over the curves of your body as she looks up at you.

“of course i’m wet,” you huff and it startles a laugh out of dina that she tries to stifle against your shoulder, her hand stilling against your cunt as her body shakes with a few more giggles. ellie watches her with her cheek pressed to your thigh, her hands resting on your hips and her lips pulled into a wide, amused smile. 

“right, of course, baby,” ellie chuckles, closing her eyes briefly when you reach down to run a hand through her hair, “can you lift up for a sec?” she asks as she gives your hips a squeeze, tugging your pants down over your ass once you’ve lifted yourself off the bed. one of dina’s hands is still between your legs and the other migrates from your breast to stroke the area just above your belly button.

“you gonna help me make her cum?” dina asks over your shoulder, her eyes meeting ellie’s as she tugs your panties down over your thighs. ellie nods and licks her lips, her hands squeezing your inner thighs as she watches dina stroke over your bare cunt, the low evening light of the room not enough to disguise the glistening of your folds.

“yeah,” ellie manages a few seconds later, looking up at dina with her pupils blown wide with lust, “yeah, i’ll help,” she says as she squeezes your inner thighs again, her face lowering towards your pussy until you can feel her soft breaths against your bare skin and the warmth that seems to radiate off of her body in waves. dina’s touch is noticeably cooler against your own overheated skin, one hand drifting up to cup your breast again and the other spreading the swollen lips of your cunt. 

you squirm as you’re exposed to ellie, closing your eyes and leaning back against dina to try to suppress the renewed shyness you feel. dina makes a soft cooing noise and kisses your temple, letting her head rest against yours as ellie leans forward and presses a few kisses to your inner thighs before she reaches your cunt. you can feel her exhale a long breath as she stares at you as you clench around nothing, a soft groan escaping her before she finally begins to lap at your entrance, right where you’re wettest.

“you don’t need to be shy,” dina tells you softly, letting go of your chest to gently take your jaw in her hand, she tilts your head down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tutting at your closed eyes, “look at ellie,” she says, stroking the side of your face, “look how much she loves your cunt,” she whispers and you do, opening your eyes to watch ellie between your legs.

she’s wrapped her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to where she’s buried her face against you, her nose bumps your clit as she laps at you and the sounds she’s making are so wet it makes you flush all over again. whatever mess she’s making doesn’t seem to bother her as she keeps her mouth attached to you, her motions only getting more enthusiastic as you moan. 

your hands flail a little when she attaches her lips to your clit, the sucking not able to disguise the way she smirks against you. you find purchase gripping dina’s thighs where they bracket your own, digging your nails into her skin until she hisses and gently bats your hands away.

“come here,” she tells you, shifting backwards until you’re laying on the bed, your legs still hanging over the edge comfortably and your thighs held tight in ellie’s hands, “you wanna help me out?” dina asks and she leans over to kiss you when you nod, “you’re such a good girl,” she mumbles against your lips. she kisses you breathless before she moves away again to pull off her pants and underwear, giving you a knowing smile when she catches you watching her, letting you trail your hands over her soft thighs when she crawls back over to you.

“fuck, dina, she’s got such a crush on you,” ellie chuckles from between your legs, she’s taking a break to catch her breath, her fingers stroking over your folds as she watches you both, “she clenched up so tight when you called her a good girl,” she says and to your embarrassment you feel your pussy flutter again, you whine and cover your face with your hands, your attempt to close your legs stopped by ellie’s firm hold on your thigh, “it’s nice to know you like me too, sweetheart,” she laughs, pressing kisses to your thigh when you whine again.

“els ‘s being mean, huh?” dina asks as she pulls your hand away from your face, she’s smiling down at you with the same teasing-soft-fond look she gives ellie and you feel helpless to deny her anything, “i won’t tease you anymore,” she tells you, giving you one more sweet closed mouth kiss before she sits up on her knees and straddles your body again, her back facing you. 

you can already tell what she wants as she gets up onto all fours and backs herself up towards your face, her weight shifting until she can use one of her hands to pet your hip. you extend one of your hands to stroke your fingertips over the seam of her cunt and use the other to rest on her thigh as she gets comfortable on top of you. she’s warm and slick and smooth where you touch her and she moans when you brush lightly over her clit, her hand tighting where she’s still holding your hip. 

“hey, i said i wouldn’t tease you, don’t tease me,” she whines causing ellie to laugh, she hasn’t stopped touching you but it’s far too light for you to reach your peak, her fingers barely grazing your outer lips. you wiggle your hips to try and remind her that you’re there, arching up as much as you can with dina’s weight on top of you to try and guide her fingers inside of you. she obliges with an apologetic squeeze to your thigh, pressing two fingers into your entrance and curling them upwards until you moan. 

you lean up at the same time as you pull dina’s hips down towards you, pressing a little kiss to her clit that makes her hips jolt before she reaches back and rests a firm hand on your head, pushing herself back on to you until you have no choice but to lick at her. she remains in control as you taste her, her hand holding you close to her until she’s sure you’ll be good, that you won’t move away from her.

ellie’s fingers are still stroking your walls, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit, she’s doing it all so incredibly slowly that you find yourself whining against dina though it only makes her moan where her head is resting on your thigh. you can hear when they begin to kiss, the sounds of their mouths meeting distinct from the sound of your mouth against dina’s cunt and the soft wet sounds ellie’s fingers are pulling from you. 

she doesn't speed up until your thighs are shaking and you’re so swollen with arousal that her thumb keeps slipping from your clit, you’re moaning up into dina as she grinds her hips back against you and she’s rubbing your hip in a way she intends to be comforting though it only makes you squirm more. you whine out a muffled plea and ellie takes pity, speeding up her fingers and moving her thumb so dina can take your clit into her mouth, the two of them working you over the edge.

you cum so hard you feel yourself space out for a moment, your hands gripping dina’s thighs so tightly you’re sure you’ve left more marks. you try to clamp your legs shut but ellie holds them open, watching the way you gush over her fingers and into dina’s mouth, your walls clamping so tight around her knuckles she’s scared she’ll hurt you if she tries to pull them free. 

“you good, baby?” she asks, her voice muffled by dina’s thighs around your head. you nod before you realize she can’t see you, giving her an affirmative sounding hum instead, it seems to work well enough because she pets your trembling thigh and slowly works her fingers out of you. dina leans further forward to lap at your entrance where you’re still wet and clenching and you slap her ass lightly which only results in her laughing against you and sucking hard enough on your clit that you shriek. 

“dina,” you whimper, digging your nails into her skin when she kisses over the sensitive area in apology, “dina, ‘m so sensitive,” you gasp, your thighs closing around her head as you try to push her away. you feel hands brushing your hair from your temple and open your eyes to see ellie smiling down at you all syrupy sweet. her chin is a little damp but it looks like she’s wiped herself off on something, it makes you feel hot all over, the fact you made so much of a mess on her.

“hi, baby,” she whispers as she gets up onto the bed and sits beside you, her hand still soft and gentle on your warm face, “d’you want a pillow?” she asks gesturing to where dina’s pussy is still hovering over your chest, “don’t want you to give yourself a sore neck when dina’s just rubbed all your aches out,” she hums, not bothering to wait for your response as she holds your head up with one hand and uses the other to tuck a pillow beneath you. she’s right, it is a lot more comfortable with more support beneath you and you squirm beneath dina until you’re able to reach part of ellie’s body, pressing a clumsy kiss to her knee before you lay back down.

“sit back here, d, i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, squeezing her hip until she pulls herself away from where she’d been sucking marks into your sticky inner thighs, “want you to face me,” you say and she carefully lifts herself up and turns herself around completely, her cheeks are red and her lips are shiny with your slick, she smiles down at you when you squirm, pinching your cheek lightly. you look up at her and smile back, not even able to muster up furrowed brows at her pinching though you scrunch your nose up and pull a face at her when she sticks her tongue out at you playfully. 

“alright, babe,” she sighs, as if it’s a great inconvenience for her to sit on your face, though her teasing smile is back and it gives her away, “i guess i’ll let you get me off,” she smiles, unable to keep the act up any longer as she pets your slightly damp cheek and you turn to kiss her wrist. she shuffles up the bed on her knees until she’s hovering over your mouth and you have a hard time looking away from her cunt to pay attention to her, “you gotta push me off if you can’t breathe, ok?” she asks, sounding serious enough that you look up at her and nod before she sits down over you, her thighs tight around your head until you’re totally surrounded by her.

you can guess by the way her entrance is clenching that she’s already close so you try to bring her over the edge, licking and sucking and then laying pliant as she begins to fuck herself agaisnt your mouth. you can hear her moan above you and she gets a firm grip on your hair to hold your head in place as she grinds down against you, practically riding your face into the pillow.

the task of keeping up with dina absorbs you until you hear another muffled moan to your side and a hand cupping your breast. you’re confused for a moment, your brain distracted and muddled, before you realize it’s ellie, that she’s touching herself as she watches you and dina, that she’s touching you to help herself get off. part of you wishes you could watch, but your orgasm has left you loose and sleepy so you’re content to lay back and let dina cum using your tongue, you’ll watch ellie when she’s done. 

dina only lasts another minute or so before she curses and shudders above you, her hips rolling against your face as she floods your mouth with her release. she shifts off of you quickly so you can breathe, laying heavily beside you as she pants softly. she props her cheek up on her fist and watches as you swallow and lick your lips, your cheeks go warm under her attention, blushing like you hadn’t just had your face buried in her cunt and she smiles one of her pretty, fond smiles at you. 

you lean over to give her a brief kiss, she tries to cup your jaw and crawl back on top of you but you don’t let her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before you turn and crawl the short distance to ellie. she groans when you attach your mouth to one of her nipples, using the hand that isn’t in her boxers to hold your head against her chest, looking down at your flushed face as you suck a mark into the soft skin of her breast. 

“stay right there, baby, i’m gonna cum,” she moans, you can hear her heart beating fast where your head is resting on her chest and you press closer to her as you take her nipple back into your mouth. she whines and tugs your hair slightly, the hand working over herself more frantic now and her thighs tensing, the muscles visibly contracting beneath her skin as her toes curl.

you feel the bed dip as dina crawls over to the two of you, she kisses your forehead before kissing down ellie’s chest and sucking a mark below her collar bone. you watch as she takes ellie’s other nipple into her mouth and bites softly, grazing her teeth over the hard nub, her eyes fixed on ellie’s face as she tumbles over the edge and cums. 

you look up and watch as best you can with the way ellie’s pushing your face into her chest, her brows draw up and she bites on her lip as if trying to stifle her moans before she gives up and curses loudly. her body tenses before relaxing with a shudder, her fingers stroking lightly where they’d been digging into your scalp a moment before. she’s so sweet you have to lean up to kiss her, using one of your hands to stroke over her stomach, petting over her soft skin. her abs jump under your touch and you laugh softly into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the corner of her smiling lips. 

her hand appears in front of your face once you’ve detached your mouth from hers and it takes you a moment to realize her fingers are slick with her release, three of them coated from the knuckle down. you hold her forearm in both hands, one holding her wrist and the other holding just above her elbow as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking the taste of her off of her skin. you watch her face as you run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, ignoring dina’s quiet curse in favor of staring into ellie’s eyes until she breaks eye contact, pulling her fingers from your mouth and clearing her throat.

“not enough time for more tonight,” she mumbles, leaning over to kiss dina’s pouty bottom lip when she makes a noise of protest, “seriously, d, we’ve gotta get out of bed before twelve tomorrow,” she chuckles as she tugs both of you down to lay either side of her, dina gives up arguing once she yawns before she can respond verbally and settles for a kiss instead, pressing her mouth against ellie’s as you watch with your head on ellie’s sternum.

dina detaches from the kiss first, saying something about going to get bottles of water though it’s sleepy and mumbled and you can’t quite be sure what she said with ellie’s heartbeat so loud in one of your ears. you decide not to worry about it, letting your heavy eyelids close as you curl up further into ellie’s chest, your arms winding around her waist and squeezing in a light hug. she sighs happily and squeezes the arm she’s draped around your shoulders, heavy and warm and comforting.

“you think you’re relaxed enough to sleep through the night?” she asks and you can tell she’s grinning without having to open your eyes, you’re too sleepy to do anything more strenuous than nod, mumbling a quiet yes, thank you, els as she pulls the duvet up over you both and drops a soft little kiss on top of your head. 

#ellie x reader #dina x reader #ellie x dina x reader #ellie williams #dina tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader

[xirayn]

Stonathan prompt from @atmilliways:

Jonathan knows the camera that Nancy gave him was actually from Steve because he was wistfully peering into the Radio Shack or whatever one day and saw Steve buying it, then recognized it when Will unwrapped it.

Jonathan smiles when Will holds up the camera he unwrapped. His eyes go to the Wheeler house. The smile isn't for Nancy, though, because he saw Steve purchase it during one of the many times he allowed himself a longing glance through the window. At the time, Jonathan had been furious. Even if Steve was slowly winning him over, the sight of him so easily getting what Jonathan wanted made him tempted to punch the guy all over again. And if the 'gift' had been given by Steve, Jonathan would have continued to be furious because even if it was replacing what Steve broke, it would be a flaunt of wealth and what a good guy he was now. At least with Nancy giving it, the flaunt was just for her.

A part of him wishes it was for him; that Steve had come back into the house for him. Steve doesn't want to impress him, though, he wants to impress Nancy and the taste of that bitter pill stays with Jonathan for a year.

"Name," Murray demands.

"Steve," Jonathan answers.

"Steve," Murray mocks, "we like Steve."

Jonathan thinks 'we do' because the last year has seen Steve lingering like a stray dog that was fed once then never left. He finds Jonathan at school or invites him to hang out. They talk, mostly about nothing and occasionally about something. Their asshole fathers is a common trauma to bond over. All the while, Jonathan waits for Steve to take credit for the camera, to demand praise and recognition.

Then the moment he and Nancy are behind closed doors, kissing and headed for the bed, Jonathan is struck by the thought he wants it to be Steve. That is what made him kiss Nancy in the first place. A last grasp at denial since it should be her. He could make it her, pretend the love he felt for her wasn't platonic, but that wasn't fair to either of them.

"What about Steve?" he asks and she looks embarrassed. Ashamed.

"We broke up," she admits. "At least, I think we did? He said he was done with my bullshit. Maybe it was just a fight. I-" She looks small and conflicted. Jonathan wraps her in his arms and she cries herself to sleep.

Later, after Will is safe and the portal is closed, Nancy whispers to Jonathan as they drive back to the house, "He told me to go with you."

Jonathan's chest aches. He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel; glances in the rearview mirror to his mom cradling his brother. He'd fallen apart as the infection was burned from his little brother. Nancy was the only thing that kept him together, and the reason he had her there was Steve.

"What happened to your face?" Jonathan asks when they are all back together. A flurry of explanation comes from Will's friends. He stops them then drags Steve to the bathroom to get him properly fixed up. Out in the living room, he hears Hopper organizing getting the kids home with Nancy.

"I've had a hell of a day, Byers," Steve slurs. He hisses at the sting of the rubbing alcohol. His eyes start to close.

"I know you gave me the camera," Jonathan says because it's the first thing he can think of to keep Steve awake now that the adrenaline has worn off. "Last Christmas."

Steve mumbles something. It takes Jonathan a moment to realize he's singing.

"Are you singing 'Father Christmas'?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, we should get you to the hospital."

"I'm good."

"You aren't."

"Give all the toys," Steve more rambles than sings, "to the little rich boys."

"Yeah, I get it. Come on." Jonathan slides his arm around Steve to haul him to his feet. "You probably need stitches, anyway."

He risks leaving Steve standing in the hallway to check on his mom and Will. His mother barely looks at him when he tells her he's taking Steve to the hospital, too emotionally and physically exhausted to do more than hold Will as he sleeps. He might join her once he feels Steve isn't at risk of dying in his sleep.

"So the camera," he tries again in the car to keep Steve talking.

"I broke your camera so I bought you a new one," Steve states with a shrug. "I didn't want it to be just a replacement to you, though. I wanted it to feel like something special."

"So you had Nancy give it to me."

Steve humms an affirmation. "I knew we weren't friends."

"We are now," Jonathan ventures. He chances a look over at Steve and catches hazel eyes staring at him. "What?"

"Thinking."

"About?"

"You."

Jonathan frowns. "What about me?"

"That now would be when I'd ask you out if you were a girl. I'd say 'we could be more' and you would blush- Yeah, like that."

The frown deepens. Jonathan feels the heat of the blush Steve just called out spreading across his cheeks. "Why?"

"Because you're you." Steve's eyes close so Jonathan pinches his arm. They're almost there.

"What do you mean?"

"That I like you," Steve explains with a tired smile. He blinks too slow. "You're, like, insightful and have a cute kind of sarcastic humor and are hot in a Mary Ann way."

"But only if I was a girl." It hurts a little, but isn't anything Jonathan didn't know. He's just glad Steve is still awake and talking. Just a few more blocks.

"Or if it was okay that you're a boy."

That throws Jonathan for a loop. He understands what Steve means. 'I've always thought you were a queer' plays through his mind along with all the other homophobia baked into this town. There is also genuine hurt in Steve's voice, like he's mourning that he can't just ask Jonathan out.

Fuck that.

"It's okay with me," Jonathan states. He can feel Steve's eyes on him. An inhale gathers Jonathan's thoughts. "So if after you aren't suffering from a head injury, you still want to ask me out, I'll say yes. If not, well, I guess this conversation didn't happen."

Steve is quiet and Jonathan would be worried if they weren't pulling up to the ER. Neither of them say anything as Steve checks in. Then Jonathan is back home without time to think about their conversation because his mother and brother need him. He takes the week off from school to take care of Will because his mom doesn't even get time to grieve before she's back to worm. Bob was just her boyfriend, afterall, and the only thing they do get is another meal train organized by Nancy Wheeler. The casseroles are all the same recipes from when Will went missing.

Jonathan hates how strongly scent is tied to memory.

There is a knock at the door. Jonathan is expecting another tuna or chicken or insert ingredient here surprise, but it's Steve. He holds out a box of film.

"I thought you would like it more than flowers," he says and Jonathan can't think of anything to say so he just takes the box, eyes remaining on Steve.

"Anyway," Steve continues after clearing his throat, "you want to go out sometime?"

A smile forms slowly on Jonathan's lips. "Sounds like a date."

#stonathan #this ended up longer than I expected #send me more prompts #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stranger things

[mins-fins]

caramel mocha? — sung hanbin

hanbin, calm and collected overconfident hanbin is freaking out at one in the morning over something so small.

tags :: sung hanbin x m!reader , i love night imagines omg , his inner barista comes out , reader is older than hanbin , i swear this is important , that awkward moment when your in love with your groupmate 🤣 , so silly , tension!!! , hehe , i'm so in love with this man

"you have got to be kidding me".

y/n, being the insomniac he is, jolted up at one in the morning for absolutely no reason and now could no longer go back to sleep. he decided water was his only escape.

so you can imagine his shock when he catches sung hanbin, the same sung hanbin who drilled into gunwook and yujin's head that they should go to sleep early and set alarms at the exactly correct time, awake in the kitchen aggressively stirring a cup of coffee.

y/n sighs, is this what he signed up for when he became a member of this group?

"hanbin".

"hi y/n" he greets with his signature smile, but his expression doesn't match his actions, as he now begins stirring faster, and even more aggressively.

"why won't it—"

"hanbin why are you awake?" y/n immediately asks, skipping all the small talk they were supposed to have or something. he rubs his eyes, seriously sleep deprived.

"it's nothing bad" hanbin responds, a bold faced lie. "i just wanted coffee, that's all".

"first of all, coffee at one in the morning and at all is pretty unhealthy for you" y/n points out, grabbing a glass so he could get his water. "and second of all, your a horrible liar".

"don't say that" hanbin spits back. "your making me doubt my own lying skills" his voice suddenly lowers, as if he's actually upset.

"you didn't answer my question".

"i did".

"no you didn't, you lied".

y/n is right, and hanbin knows that, he just knows him too well.

"how would you know?"

"because it's so obvious" y/n sighs, placing his now empty glass in the sink. "tell me the truth".

hanbin looks like he wants to, then he hesitates, then he looks like he wants to again. "i— it's embarrassing, i don't wanna say".

"i think whatever your about to say, i've probably heard much worse" y/n states, clearing his throat.

still, hanbin feels embarrassed, he looks back down towards his cup of coffee and sighs. "i feel nervous, about the showcase tomorrow and, god— it's embarrassing why am i even talking about this".

"embarrassing?" y/n inquires, and hanbin wants to punch him because of how casually he asks that. "trust and believe, hanbin, there's definitely been much worse, it took me almost two hours to get gyuvin to go to sleep".

hanbin remembers, that wasn't that long ago, gyuvin was complaining about not wanting to go to sleep at 9 pm, but as soon as y/n brought up the debut showcase, specifically a certain part of their debut song, gyuvin ran to his room and was asleep in seconds.

manipulation at it's finest.

hanbin smiles as he remembers that thought, but his smile fades when he hears y/n laugh, instead feeling his face go completely red.

"your nervous about debuting?"

"i guess" hanbin mutters, staring at the cup of coffee before him. "i mean— i usually don't feel like this at all, but for some reason since it's the night before now i feel even more nervous than i'm supposed to so—"

and then hanbin begins rambling, he doesn't remember the last time he ever rambled like this, not even to matthew, and y/n simply listens to every single thing he says.

it's like he's not missing a word, with the way he's staring at hanbin, so intensely but also not. his eyes are simply so pretty, hanbin thinks.

hanbin originally thinks that the room is just hot, they're in july! it's hot! that's why his face is heating up at this rapid rate, not because of y/n and how hard he's staring at him.

"oh god" hanbin covers his face with his hands, face getting even redder. "i was rambling wasn't i? i'm sorry, you know, it's the night before debut and i honestly just feel super overwhelmed—"

"you don't have to apologize" y/n cuts into his sentence, giving a small smile which makes hanbin's heart melt.

"i know.." he mumbles. "i just feel like i have to".

y/n gives a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "your stupid".

"hey!" hanbin yells, though softly due to mostly everyone being asleep. "don't call me stupid, i'm your leader".

"your still younger" the older says. "i don't care, i can tell you what to do".

"oh screw you y/n".

somehow, hanbin is still continuing with his coffee making, and he looks to y/n for a moment. "y/n what flavor should i make?"

"what?"

"tell me what flavor i should make" hanbin repeats, but this time he isn't asking. "caramel or mocha?"

"your seriously asking me about coffee flavors at one in the morning when we debut in four hours?"

"yes y/n, now tell me which flavor".

y/n blinks, rolling his eyes at how demanding hanbin had gotten in the span of a second. "just do caramel".

"but it doesn't taste that good at one am".

"so why did you ask me then?" y/n grits his teeth, annoyed by how dumb hanbin was acting.

"to get an opinion".

y/n scoffs, muttering a small "stupid.." under his breath, though a soft smile comes to his face. he hears hanbin give a small giggle, stirring his coffee even harder.

"y/n try this for me".

"i'm sorry?" he responds, and hanbin looks at him like he's crazy. "you want me to try your coffee?"

"yes".

"i don't like coffee".

hanbin rolls his eyes. "just try it, y/n, it's not like i'm forcing you to drink it or anything".

y/n narrows his eyes at the younger, whose simply playing with his spoon. he sighs and moves closer, pausing when he sees hanbin holding the spoon.

"what? are you gonna feed it to me?"

"you mean you don't want me to?" hanbin questions, a small smile coming to his face as he sees y/n's still deadpanned expression. "i'm doing you a favor".

"do you think i can't pick up a spoon?"

"will you let me feed you or not?" he retorts, now getting annoyed by y/n's constant questions. he just wants y/n to try the coffee, not because he totally wants to feed him or anything, of course not!

y/n sighs, inching closer. hanbin stares for a moment, feeling his face heat up as he notices how close he is.

KEEP. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. SUNG HANBIN.

his aggressive thoughts don't mirror his actions, fortunately, as he slides the spoon into y/n's mouth, he watches as he blinks, scrunching his nose at what he's tasting.

hanbin feels his breath get caught in his throat. he's going crazy in his head right now, he doesn't know how he keeps himself together.

or why he continues staring at y/n's lips..

"it's.." y/n begins, blinking as he scours his mind for the correct word to describe the taste. "okay".

"okay?"

"i told you, i don't like coffee" y/n states, shrugging as he's completely oblivious to how much hanbin is freaking out inside. "that should be considered a compliment".

hanbin narrows his eyes, but he laughs. y/n is simply so.. casual, hanbin loves him it for some reason, y/n laughs again.

he has such a pretty smile..hanbin thinks in his sleep deprived mind, staring at y/n with crazily enamored eyes.

"alright leader-nim" y/n begins teasingly, he's been calling hanbin that ever since his actual announcement as leader, but he never says it seriously. "it's time to go to sleep".

"no it's not".

y/n's face immediately drops, and he rolls his eyes. he doesn't care, he immediately grabs hanbin's arm and begins dragging him away from the kitchen, making the younger yelp at the sudden action.

"y/n! i don't want to go to sleep, i still have to drink my coffee".

"you are not drinking coffee at one am when you have a debut showcase at five am".

hanbin feels like a little kid being dragged back to bed by his mother, he doesn't want to sleep, because he can't, but he knows y/n is tired.

"y/n—"

"hanbin! your going to sleep! end of story!" y/n yells, staring at hanbin with that same deadpanned gaze.

"i'm not letting you be sleep deprived, i care about you, stupid.." y/n mutters the last part under his breath, not knowing hanbin caught it, and not knowing how red his face is.

"fine, i'll go to sleep, but—"

"but?"

hanbin eyes flicker down to the floor, and his face goes even more red. "can i sleep in your room?"

y/n gives a small chuckle. "did you have to ask?"

"yes, cause then you'd make fun of me".

"just let me take you to sleep, stupid".

hanbin gladly let him.

AUTHORS NOTE — i died then was resurrected then died again whilst writing this 😭 this is a filler because i still need to finish the matthew imagine that's been in my drafts for days my lord.. TY TO THE ZUMBLR DISCORD FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO FINISH THIS ILY ALL!!!

#sung hanbin #zerobaseone #zb1 #hanbin zb1 #zb1 hanbin #boys planet #boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[thejockout]

I think I trance too deeply

im just out of trance so bear with me, hypnosis ramblings ahead

this might be a Suffering From Success thing but does anyone else trance so deeply they can't remember files at all, making it hard to know if suggestions are "working"?

was specifically listening to an @hyphyphurray file when this happened tonight (shoutout, he's good) but it throws me off a lot because I can never identify if to other people, I'm exhibiting changes I myself am unaware of, or if I really am just sinking too far under theta brain for them to stick.

i've observed changes in myself from hypnosis over long periods of time - like after doing certain types of files for 6 months - 1 year, yeah, i see differences in myself that i'd attribute to them. but it's hard to spot before that, and makes me feel like I'm trancing "wrong" or something even though it is hot to be waking with no memory of what's been poured into my head.

(I do one clean listen to every file, wakefully, before trancing so don't worry though lol.)

anyway, if anyone else gets like this with trance or has opinion/expertise to share, i'd love to hear. do you think you need to retain memory of a trance for it to work? do you need to be awake "enough" for active participation? or is dropping "as if" you're sleeping and not having memory of it also workable? Studies on this stuff rarely gets so specific so it's hard to find solid information.

[themoonsbride]

imagine about boyfriend!peter braiding y/n's long hair when she's stressed and can't relax after her argument with dr brenner? 💞💝💞💗💗

aww I loved this so much, I hope you like it my dear! <3

Bestios . (little kisses)

pairing; boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; in the request!! reader gets into an argument with Brenner and can't relax afterwards so her boyfriend Peter braids her hair. <3

warnings; arguing, tension, little bit of crying, stress

a/n; I did a jace fic similar to this!! and I thought the idea of writing it in a stranger things/Hawkins Lab perspective was interesting too :)

--×♥︎×--

"Do you think these actions are acceptable Ms. L/n?!" Brenners voice was loud and piercing in your ears.

"It was just one piece of candy, and the poor girl was crying! I couldn't just leave her there like she was nothing!" Your voice was clear but he wouldn't hear you.

"Nonsense! You do not show sympathy nor remorse for any of the children whatsoever! It weakens them!" Brenner could feel his blood behind to boil and churn under his skin.

"Weakens them?! How about it shows them that they matter and actually mean something?! Eleven was crying and you didn't even care that 002 bruised her!" You were clearly pissed, you were breathing so harshly it made your nostrils burn.

"That's enough!" Brenner yelled, his rough fist hitting the desk, he was at his final straw, and it made you scared.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson and have you be sent to the shocking rods?" His eyes were cold and filled with hatred.

Suddenly you wouldn't seem to find anything to say, like you'd already spat every word you could've ever spoken out at him.

You simply just shook your head.

"You're free to exit my office, now." Your legs forced you up as much as you felt defeated and relieved but also so fucking angry and scared at the same time and it made you feel stuck in place.

You forced yourself out of the room, and off you were to your boyfriend Peter's room.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until you were knocking on the door, and you were quick to wipe them away regardless of knowing it wouldn't make shit of a difference. He would still notice.

The door clicked opened,

"Baby? what's wrong?" He pulled you in close to him as he closed the door behind you, sweeping you into his arms.

"Nothing, it's just Brenner being fucking Brenner again.." you mumbled into his chest, you couldn't bare the hatred that tingled every single fiber inside your body that you had for this facility.

"Tell me what happened" He replied as he broke the hug, as you sat across from eachother on his silk sheeted bed.

Your body felt tense and weak at the same time, you felt drained and tired but more than awake and it was so stressful.

"During one of the expiraments, 002 injured Eleven, and like, he slammed her against the wall! with his mind! and the poor girl started crying and no one was doing anything about it at all, and I didn't even care about the rules, or if I would've been breaking them at the time, and I gave her some candy and I smiled at her!"

You rambled, your hands would gesture as if they had minds of their own whilst you spoke, and your dangle earrings would barely swing themselves as you went on.

It was things such as those that made Peter realize he loved you, how he could find the littlest things that subconsciously happen or that you would do seemed interesting to him.

"You know we aren't allowed to give them candy, but I can understand why you feel the way you do.. I've given Eleven candy before too when she's cried." He admitted as the palms of his hands slowly rubbed his knees, that was also something he did subconsciously that you found interesting, too.

"Atleast I'm not the only one.." You mumbled and let out a long breath from your nostrils.

Your shoulders still wouldn't fall and your muscles wouldn't let themselves relax and it was really starting to bother you now.

"Let me braid your hair." Peter spoke suddenly, he'd only ever done twice before, but when he did, it seemed like he loved it more than you possibly could've, and it made you smile and you turned away from him while he got a hair tie and a brush.

You felt all the tension start to ease its way out with every brush Peter did. He started by brushing your hair from the ends up to your roots, and now he was brushing through your hair from your ends to your roots.

It felt so soothing on your scalp, you felt like resting your eyes.

--×♥︎×--

Before you knew it, Peter was finishing off your braid he'd done with all your hair, it seemed to be longer than the rest of the women who worked in the building, theirs were either pixies, or shoulder length, but yours seemed to flow down go just slightly below your breasts. Peter always complimented it and told you he thought it was soft, and smelt like coconut.

"Finished." You turned to face him and smiled when you saw an already smiling Peter looking at you as you leaned in and kissed him gently.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard x you #henry creel #henry creel fanfiction #henry creel x y/n #henry creel x reader #001 fluff #001 x reader #001 #vecna/henry/001 #jcb roles