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deantfwinchester · 2 months

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Late Nights

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, back on my Joel x Teacher!Reader shit (though her work hardly plays a role in this), established relationship

Summary: Getting home late is an unfortunately common occurrence in Joel’s line of work. When you both have busy days, it can be hard to find time to share, but you make do.

Warnings: extreme fluff, just utterly fucking saccharine at this point, is fluff without plot a tag?

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It’s Wednesday night. Joel’s night to cook dinner.

You get home earlier every day, no question. But since you like to take most every night during the summer months, he insisted on a 60/40 split during the school year. Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays are his. You had Tuesdays and Thursdays. Friday & Saturday are mainly for pizza, take out, or date-nights.

When he’d grill on Sunday afternoons, you liked to try and help him with prep, but he’d just pour you a glass of wine or mix you a drink and try to usher you out of the kitchen. You’d always sit and talk with him while he worked anyway. Sarah too, when she wasn’t working on homework or out with friends. It’s one of his favorite parts of the week.

On the nights he’d come home late, though, he always worried about leaving you to it. He was meant to be home cooking for the three of you while you relaxed, tried to let the stress of the school day roll off your back. He loved giving you that time.

This particular night, when six o’clock rolled around and he realized he still had a good hour or more on the site, he knew he needed to let you know he wouldn’t be timely with his return. Didn’t want you to worry.

You’re on the couch, grading. By this time of night, Joel’s normally taken the work from your hands and pulled your attention toward anything else. Noticing the room darkening, you wonder where he is, just as your phone dings:

Wednesday, October 7, 6:03 PM:

Sorry baby, gonna be later than I hoped tonight. Y’all don’t wait on me, okay?

Supposed to be my night too, dammit. I apologize, sweetheart.

You’d told him till you were blue in the face he didn’t need to apologize to you when he was the one having to work until long after dark. It never took.

You responded quickly, knowing his phone would be back in his pocket and forgotten again soon when his attention turned again to the work and his team.

Wednesday, October 7, 6:04 PM: (Outgoing)

Dont worry about it, sweetie. i promise i can handle dinner, just don’t work too hard and get home when you can ❤️

And take a break and drink some water, will ya? if that bottle ain’t empty yet, you haven’t had enough! see you soon, love.

He’d be dead on his feet when he walked through the door, that much you knew. And he’d have no business rifling around in the kitchen for something random he’d throw together, not substantial enough by far for a day of working like he’d been. You hopped up and started to the kitchen, determined to make a hearty meal for you and Sarah to share now, and to ensure Joel had a real meal when he finally made it home for the night.

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A couple of hours had passed by the time Joel finally walked through the door. You’re back on the couch, this time reading a book while the lights from the tv danced softly in the dimly lit room, with a bare haze of sound playing at low volume.

It was nearly 8:30 when you heard the key turning in the door. Sarah had retired to her room for the night after dinner. She’d tried to help you clean the dishes, but you’d ushered her off to relax after spending most of the afternoon doing homework.

Joel trudges wearily through the door, shoulders slouched and eyes heavy-lidded when he thinks you can’t see him. The second he lays eyes on you, though, his posture straightens and his expression brightens, eyes opening a bit more as he lifts into a smile. Your expression mirrors his, and you sit up, closing your book and rising to meet him halfway. You practically speak over each other in greeting:

“Hi darlin’, how was your day?” he says.

“Hey honey, how’d it go today?” you ask.

You laugh a bit when you realize you’re asking the same question on top of each other, and he pulls you close, arms resting heavily around your waist. You drape yours around his neck as he leans down to kiss you. When you pull away to look at his face, you see past the tired smile he wears to the exhaustion etched in his face, settled in his drooping eyes.

You move one hand up, fiddling gently with the strands of hair at the back of his head. You smile and put light pressure on the base of his neck with your other hand, moving his head down to rest on your shoulder. He catches on instantly, and settles comfortably where you direct him. He nuzzles into the nape of your neck and you feel his eyes close against your collarbone, his warm fatigued breaths rhythmically grazing your chest.

You continue playing with his hair with one hand, while the other remains resting on the back of his neck. You turn your head to place a soft kiss to his temple and, after a moment of restful silence, quietly speak:

“You’re tired, huh? I missed you today.”

“Missed you too, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, tightening his grip around your waist, and snuggling closer.

“You gotta be hungry. Got a plate waitin’ for ya in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?” you ask him, moving your hand down his neck to rub gently against his back. He breathes deeply in contentment at your comforting touch.

“No, I’m never leaving this spot. I live here now,” he says, and you feel the rumble of his voice against your chest. You chuckle lightly and speed up your ministrations, applying a bit more pressure as you discover the tightness of the muscles in his back.

“Mhm. And when was the last time you ate? Or drank anything for that matter?” you ask knowingly.

“Uhhhh, i guess it was, arou-“ he cuts himself off with a yawn, “around lunch time? Maybe one? Did finish that bottle like you asked, though,” and he smacks his lips lazily, somehow nuzzling further into your shoulder.

“Good, thank you. But lunch was seven hours ago now, so you need to eat something. Wanna start there? Or shower first?” you ask, chuckling a bit.

He raises his head a bit and squints at you, frowning playfully. “You sayin’ I smell, darlin’?” he mumbles, laughing into your shoulder.

You giggle in response before elaborating: “I’m saying you’re sweaty and would feel better if you rinsed the day off before crawling into bed.”

He sighs and rasps into your neck, “you changed the sheets didn’t you?” you feel a smile form against your chest.

“Sure did. So it’s food, shower, and bedtime. You can pick the order. Which first? Want me to grab your dinner?” you ask.

He sighs deeper this time, “What’s that thing about objects in motion and objects at rest or somethin’? Gonna keep doing whatever they already got goin’ on?”

You rumble a little laugh in return before responding. “I see. C’mon Newton, let’s keep ya moving. Go hop in the shower while I get your dinner ready.” You say, patting his cheek as he raises his head with a little groan.

You catch his eyes with your own and let your hand rest on his cheek. You move a thumb beneath his chin and pull him to you, giving him one last peck before ushering him down the hall. You pull his plate from the fridge and get to work on reheating his meal.

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He emerges less than ten minutes later smelling fresh and dressed in a clean t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, padding into the kitchen just as you’re filling a glass of water to place next to his warmed plate. He rubs a fist into one eye, yawning again, and plops into a chair at the kitchen table.

You approach behind him, placing the glass on the table with one hand and rubbing his shoulder with the other. He lifts a hand to grab yours and squeeze as he takes a sip. His eyes reach up to meet your own.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this, sweetheart. It was my night anyway, and now you’ve cooked and even put the damn plate in front of me,” he huffs.

“You don’t need to thank me, love” you respond, leaning down to kiss him again before taking the seat next to him with the glass of wine you’d poured to sip while you sat with him. You reach for his left hand where it rests on the table, and gently squeeze. He wraps his fingers around yours before you can retreat. Your fingers remain intertwined for the duration of the meal.

The two of you discussed the highlights of your respective days - roses and thorns, both too sleepy to bother with buds. When Joel finishes, you grab his plate to wash, but he takes it from you.

“No way are you washing my dishes too, honey. You’ve done enough already tonight,” he tries to insist. You’re not having it.

“Will you just let me take care of you, dummy? You’re bone tired, I can see it in those beautiful brown eyes. Here. How about this?” you rinse the plate and utensils, shove them quickly in the dishwasher, close it emphatically, and raise your empty hands.

He rolls his eyes, but relents with an exasperated sigh. “Whatever you say, darlin’,” he responds smiling, a bit bashful from the care and compliment.

“Good. Now c’mon, bedtime.” you say, taking his hand in yours once again and leading him to the bedroom.

“Whatever you want, baby” he grins, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help bellow a hearty laugh at that one.

“Jesus, like you could keep your eyes open, Miller,” you respond, as you pull the covers back and lead him onto the bed next to you. You settle back against the headboard and open your arms up, beckoning him into your lap. He shuffles closer and leans into your embrace.

“It was-“ he pauses, only to finish through a yawn “- worth a shot.” You chuckle quietly as he rests his head in your lap, eyes instantly slipping closed.

You turn on the tv, keeping the volume low. It’s only a little after 9, so still early for you to fall asleep. You would read, but you’d rather turn off the light, hoping the dimness in the room helps him get some good rest.

You lay one hand on his back and the other in his hair, both softly rubbing in comforting circles, and you feel him melt further into you. A familiar warmth fills your chest at the sight of him there, resting peacefully in your lap. You lean down and press one last kiss to his head before whispering to him.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

“G’night, darlin’” he rumbles, muffled into your lap. You smile, one hand still on his back as the other reaches up, flicking off the lamp, before returning it to his hair. Your fingers gently massage his scalp, and within minutes, you hear his soft snores.

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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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Headcannons: Milf!abby anderson x reader (part 2)

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who tries really hard to talk to you but you’re making it so fucking difficult.

☆ Milf Abby who tries calling, texting, literally all forms of communication but you leave her on read and you don’t even pick up.

☆ Milf Abby who’s frustrated but she knows she deserves it.

☆ Milf Abby who wakes up one morning to see you sent her a text.

With shaky hands she clicked on the message. The simple text read 4 words:

“me, you this Friday?”

Abby blinked, and she sat in silence for a while.

Holy shit this was happening.

She responded with a simple “ok ill pick you up at six”.

☆ Milf Abby who jumps up from her bed and yells “I got the girl!” But soon regrets it when Aubrey walks in and tells her to shut up.

☆ Milf Abby who was on cloud nine all week.

☆ Milf Abby who tells her coworkers about the pretty girl she’s going on a date with on Friday.

☆ Milf Abby who smiles at you, when she picks up Aubrey, and her heart feels like it could explode when you give her a little wave.

☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey what your favorite color is because she wants to wear an outfit in that color, because she read in an article it’ll increase her chances.

“C’mon baby tell me” Abby groaned.

“Give me chocolate first”

Abby’s jaw dropped. “Aubrey its 9pm, you know you can’t eat chocolate at this time”

“No chocolate, no color”

Abby let out a sigh as she walked out of Aubrey’s room to her secret chocolate stash. She pulled out a chocolate bar, and she gave it to the little girl. Aubrey immediately opened the bar and she took a big bite.

“ok talk”

“she likes green” Aubrey spoke with a mouth full of chocolate.

☆ Milf Abby who takes her daughter to bed, and orders a custom suit in green.

☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and finds out they hired someone new.

“Who is he?” she asked while looking at Nora.

“I don’t know man”

“as long as she doesn’t break my record”

Nora rolled her eyes “of course he won’t abs, you’ve won the most cases in this whole firm”

☆ Milf Abby who tenses when she sees who was hired.

☆ Milf Abby who felt sick when he walked towards her.

“hi I’m- “

“heaters dad”

“Yeah” he chuckled “my name is actually Jason”

“I’m Abby”

The air was tense.

“what do you want dude” Abby said irritated.

“Look are you and the new teacher together?” He asked. Abby felt her eye twitch at his question.

“It’s none of your business”

☆ Milf Abby who thought her week was ruined, but when she got home her suit had arrived.

☆ Milf Abby who almost pees herself on Friday morning because today is the day.

☆ Milf Abby who takes the day off to get away from Jason and to relax.

☆ Milf Abby who spends hours on Pintrest to look for the perfect hairstyle.

☆ Milf Abby who’s ready by 3 in the afternoon.

☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey and her dad how she looks before she walks out.

“So how do I look?” she watched her dad smile at her.

“you look perfect Abby”

“now go get your girl!” she heard Aubrey yell.

☆ Milf Abby who made you a bracelet, and flowers out of paper.

☆ Milf Abby who sees Jason’s car outside the school.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart shatters when she hears your conversation.

“I’m going on a date with Abby” she heard your voice.

“Isn’t she too old for you? She’s in her 40s isn’t she?”

“what does age have to with anything?”

“she’s old”

yeah she was.

fuck, Abby knew too old. She didn’t even stay to listen to the conversation.

Abby ran out the school and she sobbed in her car. She should’ve know this would never work.

If only she stayed behind to hear how you defended her. If only she waited for you.

☆ Milf Abby who came home crying.

“Mommy what’s wrong- “Abby walked right past her daughter

“it’s ok let her go” she heard her dad say.

☆ Milf Abby who fell asleep crying.

☆ Milf Abby who wakes up with multiple texts from you.

“Hey where are you?”

“Abby?”

“are you ok?”

“I’m waiting for you”

“I’m home now”

“did you change your mind”

“Abby?”

With a shaky breath Abby blocked your number.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your existence once again.

☆ Milf Abby who sees you smiling at her, but she just nods back at you.

☆ Milf Abby who tells you have no future together.

Aubrey climbed into the car, and before Abby could drive away she heard a knock on her window. It was you.

“Hey” Abby said after lowering the window.

“Hi Abby- “

“call me Mrs. Anderson” she watched as your face dropped.

You cleared your throat “I’m sorry Mrs. Anderson, I just wanted to ask what happened the other night?”

“I realized that this wasn’t going to work”

“why?”

“because you’re too young. I need someone more mature”

“Oh”

Abby could feel the sadness radiating off you.

“You should go for someone your own age”

“Ok Mrs. Anderson, I understand. Thank you for your time”

☆ Milf Abby who feels bad after her daughter calls her stupid.

☆ Milf Abby who makes a realization by the help of her daughter.

“You made my teacher sad”

“Aubrey I don’t care stop telling me- “

“you do care. I see the way you look at her” Abby sighed at her daughter’s answers.

She does care. She downloaded social media to stalk you. She stared learning internet slang for you.

“Heathers dad said that he wants to ask her on a date-”

“what?”

“I heard him say that he’s going to ask her out but then I said no because you wanted to go on a date with her”

Then it clicked.

He was there that day to cause trouble.

fuck.

He wanted to get into Abby’s head. And he did. He started working at Abby’s law firm to watch her. To figure out her moves. Her weaknesses.

He must’ve heard her and Nora talk about the age gap. She made a mistake.

☆ Milf Abby who runs to unblock your number and calls you.

☆ Milf Abby who felt like she could cry when you didn’t pick up.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpers your name when you eventually pick up the phone.

“what do you want Mrs. Anderson?”

“No look I made a mistake, please listen- “

“you can’t keep doing this….You say you like me then you ghost me- I’m sick of your shit Abby”

“look I heard Jason say that you deserve someone younger- “

“well maybe I do”

Abby went quite at that.

You spoke up again: “I need someone who’s mature, someone who can communicate but what do I know Abby I’m immature, am I not? Because apparently you know what that maturity means”

“Please” she sighed.

“Please I’m begging you” Abby begged again.

The line went quite for a while.

“Come to my class tomorrow so we can talk”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and she goes to Jason’s office.

☆ Milf Abby who confronts him, and almost beats the shit out of him when he calls her a grandma.

☆ Milf Abby who gets into trouble but it was worth it.

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your class later that day.

She watched as you sat behind your desk. “Sit” you commanded and she did.

☆ Milf Abby who tells you the whole story.

“sorry won’t cut it Abby, you said the same thing the last time”

“Just because he said that doesn’t mean you have the right to ghost me”

“I’m sorry”

“Look just one more chance please”

“why should I trust you?”

“because I’m me”

You rolled your eyes at Abby’s response.

Abby reached out to grab your head, and your head snapped in the direction of you interlocked fingers.

“words mean nothing” you spoke.

“just trust me please and-” but before she could finish you leaned in to kiss her.

It was slow, passionate, and it was filled with so much love. Abby pulled away, only to get up and walk to side of the desk where you sat. She went on knees and she and put her hands on your waist. The two of you started at each other.

“Fuck” she breathed before you kissed her again.

☆ Milf Abby who jumps up when she heard Aubrey yell “ew!”

☆ Milf Abby who was really embarrassed.

☆ Milf Abby who turned as red as a tomato, she felt like a teenager being caught in the act.

“Why did you go on your knees?” you asked, still heavily breathing.

“it’s a way of showing submission” she shrugs.

“I’m trying to show you that you have me, despite our age difference” Abby explained.

“I’d let you do anything to me” she confessed.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night and smile the whole time.

☆ Milf Abby who keeps touching her lips, because yours were there.

☆ Milf Abby who apologizes to Aubrey for seeing such an act.

“It’s ok” the little girl reassured her.

“Now go get her before Heathers dad does”

☆ Milf Abby who shows up to school the next day to bring you lunch.

☆ Milf Abby who spells out the words “May i be your girlfriend?” with different fruit in the lunch box. All you did was smile at the sight.

☆ Milf Abby who was chewing her nails, waiting for your response.

“This is very romantic Anderson” you spoke. She watched as you but the lunch box on the table, you walked towards her.

“Get on your knees Abby” and she did so immediately.

“Why?” she asked while being on her knees.

“you’re too tall, I can’t kiss you when you’re standing”

The two of you shared a quick kiss.

“So is it a yes?” Abby asked, her lips inches away from yours.

“Yeah”

“Fuck yes” she breathed as she got up, picking you up and placing you on your desk. The two of you shared another kiss before you pulled away.

“Promise me something”

“What?”

“No more ghosting”

“yes ma’am”

“you’ll tell me if you feel insecure”

“yes”

“and one more thing Abby”

“what?”

“you aren’t too old for me. I like my women mature” you added as you wrapped your arms around her neck. Abby chuckled.

☆ Milf Abby who wanted to kiss you again before she heard your daughter yell “fucking finally” as she stood at the door.

“Who taught you that word?”

“grandpa did”

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who was the happiest women ever, since that moment.

☆ Milf Abby who knew you were the one.

☆ Milf Abby who already goes wedding ring shopping and who plans your future together despite only dating you for 2 days at that point.

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Marillenfleck in Winter

König x FemReader

Fluffy Fluff Fluff!

Feed me Seymore Feed me!! <<< 🍖

"We can do this-"

You muttered to yourself and then down at your swollen stomach. Feeling the fluttering kicks of the child locked inside of you- assuming that was them agreeing.

"Hell yeah-"

Stepping forward with all the confidence you could muster as you carefully lowered the breaded pork cutlet into the hot oil and watching it carefully bubble as you let it settle.

Stepping back as the oil reacted for a moment before settling-

Two months ago before your husband left for his mission was lying in bed with you, his hand on your stomach as he reminisced-

'It is moments like this I almost wish to return to my Village just to show you off.. and share in some food with you' He mused, you looking at him in surprise.

'Wait we don't live near your home?' You say surprised, Having always assumed that König had chosen the secluded cabin 40 minutes from the closest village cause he was familiar with it. He chuckled at this and shook his head-

'No, I'm from near Dürnstein-'

Which was on the otherside of the country from were the two of you lived- You silently vowed to bring at least a taste of his home to him-

So for two months you'd been gathering ingredients and experimenting to make some folds from his home-town.

Did you have any real idea what you were doing?- No.

Did you know if these were ment to be eaten together?- Hell No.

Were you trying your best? Absolutely.

Speaking of trying your best- it was dead winter, 7inches of snow a day easy and what doesn't grow in winter?

Apricots-

So many Apricots in most of these recipes from near his home. Apricots cakes, wines, pastries, even in sauces with pork!

So you finding apricots was the most important thing. You tried the internet but didn't trust the quality from most places or they were dried which wouldn't have worked-

That's when you ventured out being forced to touch grass- Well snow in this case.

Market after market, looking in their freezer section to produce you couldnt find shit for the first 2 weeks of this adventure.

You were honestly thankful you were pregnant since when you went to the village closest to you asking for apricots in dead of winter- people assumed it was a desperate cry for a craving and a older women gave you a bag of them from her deep freeze she had saved. You of course paid her handsomely for the kind gift

This thrn started your dark road of trying to figure out these fucking recipes-

You tried every recipe and varient you could, pulling up photos of restaurants near your husband's origin and trying to match them-

Another blessing of being pregnant was being able to eat any failed attempts or trying recipes that wasn't going to be fed to König.

However the time had finally come! König was going to be home within the next hour, having called you the night before from his train station to tell you his arrival and you'd fluttered to make sure everything looked perfect.

"Alexa! Set a timer for 20 minutes!" You called out, flipping the cutlet seeing the even golden crust.

Reaching over you check the goulash stewing in the pot and saw it was almost done. Stirring it once before you checked on the bread dumplings and pulled them from the boiling water- You hadn't made these before in your experimental 2 months so you were excited!

Bacon Bread dumplings- Time to taste!

Taking a big bite you paused- truthfully confused over what the fuck you'd just put into your mouth. Chewing for a while as you tried to figure out if you'd done something wrong or if your taste was more off then you thought due to the baby- after the second bite you knew it was the baby and not the food especially whem you spooned some of the goulash ontop.

"...You know what, I'm just gonna blame you for this-" You said pointing at your stomach which earned another fluttering feeling as you finished the dumpling and stew sample.

Pulling the cutlets you let them sit on a wire rack as you plate the potatos and salad Konig liked- However your eyes landed on the centerpiece of this meal and what you were so focused one. The Marillenfleck Cake.

Still cooling as the beautiful Fluffy pastry showed off its shivered almost and the delicate apricots baked into its Fluffy self.

A summer apricot staple you'd manage to drag into winter!

You suddently heard the sound of the truck pulling up to your home, jumping in excitement you set the finished goulash down on the table and rushed around for the final touches.

Setting the plates down you mentally high-five yourself and rush to the front room as you hear König walk in. Grumbling about the snow outside as he kicked off his boots-

"Welcome Home Honey" You say cheerfully, wadling yourself over to your man- He had his mask off, most likely shoved away in his pockets in desperate need of a wash and he seemed to have showered at base since the black paint wasnt around his eyes-

Soft gray eyes greeted you and König gave a wide smile, reaching out and scooping you quickly in his arms and kissing your lips.

"I have missed you Liebling, You and the baby are well?" He asked softly as his gloved hand touched the swell of your stomach.

"Yes, We are fine. I'm so glad your home" You say cheerfully, feeling your eyes get misty already just by having him home.

"I have a surprise for you" You say cheerfully and jump, making the man chuckle at your physical excitement or attempt since the belly seemed to keep your feet planted.

"Oh?" He chimed amused, peeling off his coat and gloves as you pulled him to the kitchen and waiting set dining table.

When König saw all the food, his heart fluttered. He saw how much time this took, slowly stepping forward as he gazed over your heard work in total shock.

"(Y/N)- You did so much.. You should be resting not slaving in the kitchen" He said softly, looking at you in worry for your effort in the fantastic meal set on the table.

"I wanted to give you a nice surprise, You hungry?" You saw with a smile- Konig chuckling at this as he nodded, pulling out your chair so you could sit first before sitting himself.

Severing plates König couldn't help but laugh at the wide variety you'd made, from pork schnitzel and potato salad and the goulash and dumplings. Eating happily he hummed delight.

"I'm impressed! Very Gud Mein Liebling!" Demolishing the plates infront of him as the two of you sported casual conversation and König feeling your baby bump-

"And for dessert" You say cheerfully as you cut him a slice of the cake and set it before him. His face twisting in confusion.

"Liebling were did you get marillen {apricots} in winter?-" He asked genuinely confused as he cut into the pastry clearly doing a lot of mental math in trying to figure out how you manages this.

"It's a long story, but I got them!" You said cheerfully cutting open your own and taking a massive bite- Giving a laugh at how delicious it tasted and how you'd managed to not fuck anything up.

Raising a brow of this he hesitated ever so slightly before taking a bit of the dessert and paused, his eyes softening as an almost sad smile hit his lips.

"Konig?.." You say softly as he looked to you- His own eyes misty.

"I haven't had this cake since my Mutti made it for me before she passed-" He said softly, taking another bite of the dessert and smiling. Your heart Sinking at his words-

"I was always so scared to try it again since I knew it wouldn't taste the same" He smiled fondly as he reached out and pulled your seat close to him, love in his gaze.

"I don't know how- But youve made it taste just like the one she made" He said softly, wrapping his arm around you as he kissed your hair and you could feel the waves of emotion off of him.

"Danke my love" He said softly, lips still pressed to your hair as he held you tighter. Of course hormones not helping as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Anytime"

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courtingchaos · 4 months

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Not a Loser

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

A/N: Just chumming the waters. It’s been rotting in my notes for a bit.

18+ NSFW No Minors

You’ve been on his ass all day. It started bright and early with your unannounced arrival to the house, dressed for a day out that he’d half promised you. Roy had the pleasure of letting you in and that was the first tick, the compliment.

“Well would you look at that, a dress today.” He’d laughed and you’d laughed and Gator had come down the stairs so fast he almost tripped.

“What are you doing here?”

“You promised me a date, Tillman.”

He doesn’t miss the up and down his father gives you when you walk into the foyer, especially doesn’t miss the raised eyebrows Roy shoots at him.

‘Get in there’ He can practically hear him saying it.

“Yeah. Later.” He wanted to avoid this. Any interactions with his family since you weren’t the keeping your mouth shut type.

“Well get dressed son, she’s waiting.” Roy admonishes him and shakes his head at you and Karen comes out to invite you into the kitchen for coffee and Gator needs to get you both out of the house.

You pitch a fit with him when he’s finally dressed and he wants to drive even though you made to 40 minute trip over on your own just fine. He corrals you into his truck and then you can’t agree on music and he’s sucking on his vape to try and keep his mind clear. It’s moments like this, when you find something to pick at and prod, that he wonders why he bothers with you at all.

But then when he gets to the mall an hour away and you hop out of his truck he’s reminded of one reason. He watches you adjust the skirt of your dress and he catches the black flash of your underwear.

“What are you grinning at?” You snap at him while reaching back in for your purse and he drops his smile quick, a heavy eye roll taking its place. You drag him around to stores he hates, stores that smell too much and have too many people. Stores with shit he doesn’t care about. When he tries to veer off into a GameStop you scoff and ask if he even has enough friends to play online with.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” He asks you real close while you both wait in line for a cinnamon roll. You chew on the straw of your iced latte and eye him from the side.

“I’m just pickin’ at you Gator, don’t be so sensitive.”

“I’m not fuckin’ sensitive.” He’s defensive, bordering on getting loud, when you put a hand on his arm.

“Hey,” Your fingers dig into the plush of his pullover, “Calm down, baby.” Placating tone layered under the nickname and suddenly he doesn’t feel so angry. The girl at the counter calls your name and you grab the overly big box, already opening it to pull at the center piece. “Want a bite?” You hold up the gooey bit for him and he takes it right out of your fingers with his teeth.

Back in town and when he asks where you want to eat and you’re back at square one, shrugging shoulders and “I don’t know, you pick.”

Everything he suggests is stupid apparently and his boiling point is dangerously close to being hit. He takes you to the diner and you pick at your sandwich and steal his toast but when he tries to steal a fry off your plate you click your tongue at him.

“What, you can steal my food? I can’t have one god damn fry?”

“I didn’t even want to come here.”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He can get loud in here and no one will bat an eye but still he keeps his voice hushed. Dips his head to catch your eye while you’re pouting into your plate. “All you’ve done today is be a pain in my ass.”

“Well you ignored my texts last night.”

“I was busy. You know my dad’s got me doing shit, important shit.” He makes that point with a harsh finger jabbed into the table top.

“It’s always fucking Roy isn’t it?” You push your plate across the table and the cutlery clatters. “Why don’t you just fuck him then, huh?”

His fist hits the table and everything clashes together. He sees how you jump and a small part of him feels satisfaction but the rest of him wants to bury his face in his hands. A big sigh, deep and full of spite, escapes between his fingers gated over his lips. “You coulda just picked a place.” He mutters and shakes his head.

“And you could just pretend to give a shit.” A fork gets thrown at his head and before he can reach out for your wrist to pin you down you’re out of the booth and out the front door.

“Hey!” He yells at the window while you stalk down the stairs outside. “Where are you going?!” He throws a $20 on the table and runs out after you while you seemingly start walking towards the farm 30 miles away.

“I’m going home!”

“You don’t live that way!”

“I need my car, Gator!” You scream at him and stomp your foot. You’ve smart mouthed him and called him names but you’ve never screamed at him like that.

“Get in the fuckin’ truck.” He wrenches the passenger door open. “Now.”

“Or fuckin’ what?” You stare at him unmoving. He knows the wind has to be cold on your legs but you barely react when a big gust comes through except to hold your dress down.

Yeah or what? He tries to think of something smart to say but there’s nothing there past his anger at you acting out all morning.

“Fine. Walk. I don’t give a shit.” He starts the truck and waits for a second to see if you’ll get in. He wants to gun it out of the parking lot and spray gravel and teach you a lesson. He wants to laugh about it and go home and tell his dad about finally putting you in your place.

But then you take a tentative step towards the door and he doesn’t turn his head but he does watch you from the corner of his eye. Wordlessly you hop in and slam the door behind you and it just lights the fire for another match. The whole drive home it’s barbs traded over the center console and every time you hit his dash to make a point he’s slapping your hand off of it, yelling about how expensive it was.

“Your dad bought you the damn thing, you care about it more than me!”

“You’re god damn right I do! It doesn’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling, I’m making my point!”

The truck jerks to a stop in front of his house and you jump out before the engine is off so you can beeline for your car. Gator takes a long pull off of his dying vape, thick cloud obscuring his vision until he finally gets out grumbling. From the front porch he hears a low whistle that has his head snapping up to find his father standing there with a shit eating grin.

“Trouble in paradise?” Roy tilts his head at you digging through your purse angrily.

“It’s fine.” Gator grits out while trying to edge his way past, only to be stopped by Roy with a big hand to his chest.

“Now you know how I feel about this one.”

“Well she won’t be around for long, so you don’t have to worry.” He feels like a child again, petulant and glaring at his father that still stands taller than him.

“You could fix that easily if you’d get your head out of your ass.” Gator doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him, grass muffling the hurried steps while you come up to ask for your keys he still has in his pocket.

“Remember that Claire girl?”

“‘Course I do, you don’t need to-“

“She left you because you couldn’t be straight with her.”

“No, we broke up-“

“She left you because you couldn’t keep her.” His palm swallows Gator’s shoulder when it claps down hard. He wants to take a hit off his vape for something to with his hands but he knows he’d just get scoffed at for something else. “Just, stop being a loser.” It’s a pitying smile he gives Gator before his gaze drifts behind him and he sighs. “You got in you somewhere.” Roy keeps his eyes on you as he walks down off the porch and Gator follows his look over his shoulder, tensing when he sees you standing there awkwardly.

“You uh, you have my keys.”

“What.” He feels lightheaded. He’s avoided any real interaction between you and his dad mostly on account that you were supposed to be just for fun, but this doesn’t feel fun anymore. Not the ringing in his ear making him wince or the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“My car keys.”

“Oh.” He’s on autopilot while tapping all his pockets. They jingle in his pullover and he tries to shove his cast in there and it catches and there’s the breaking point.

“Gator.” You try to get up the stairs to help him before he has a meltdown but it’s too late. His face is red and he’s tearing at his fleece and swearing up a storm. He thinks he might have stomped his foot and the embarrassment is swallowing him whole. “Gator come on.”

You’re only trying to steer him inside the house but he pushes you back when you grab him.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” He cries at you.

“Then give me the keys, asshole!” You yell back.

He knows his dad hears all this with the way your voices carry across the open expanse between the barn and the house. He can already hear him later while he sits in front of the fireplace. Sitting with his new wife and his new kids, the better ones, the ones that haven’t fucked up yet. He’ll drink his whiskey and shake his head at his fuck up and he’ll remind Gator for the next few weeks about this fight.

“Jesus Christ Gator, get it together.” You’re not gentle when you shove him into the door and open it. He stumbles in over the threshold and your hands hold him up and steer him to the stairs. He’s not sure if anyone is home and he doesn’t want them to see you taking him to his room but you move fast with him in front of you. Up to the landing and he trips again. You push him into his room and he makes for his bed like a kid being sent in for time out.

“Do you have a bottle of water or something?” You glance around, noticing the half empty fifth on his nightstand and his stomach plummets further.

“No.”

“God can you…” You take a steadying breath and shift toward him. “Let me get my keys.” You only pause when he doesn’t immediately move to let you rifle through his pocket. This close he can smell your perfume and he’d like to lean his head in but that’d be a stupid fucking move too. A sigh grazes his neck when you get your keyring out and stand up.

“Listen.” You cross your arms and give his room a good once over before another sigh works out of you, big and heaving. “Contrary to all of this, I don’t think your dad should be calling you that. It fucks with a person.”

“What, a loser?”

“Yeah.” You give him a sympathetic look and he hates it. He doesn’t know what to say though, just wants to be alone at this point. “Just, you aren’t a loser.” A shrug before you seem to second guess your departure and sit lightly on the edge of his bed. “An asshole for sure. And a dipshit.”

He laughs hollowly but your hand on his knee gives a reassuring squeeze. “I know I started this morning off on the wrong foot. I did that on purpose but I didn’t think uh, Roy was gonna…” You trail off. Behind you on the headboard the stupid handcuffs he keeps there jingle when he stands abruptly. Two steps to his door and he shuts it quietly and turns the lock and you sigh, again.

“Gator I don’t really feel like fucking around today.”

“Humor me.” He doesn’t meet your eyes when he turns back and kneels in front of you. He picks up one foot to wedge off your heeled boot and then the other, your socks rolled off your toes gently and placed inside your shoes.

“Gator.”

He ignores you and sits up, grabbing your hands and pulling at the thin rings to set them on his nightstand. Your bracelet and watch follow, both snaked around the tiny pile of rings.

“What are you doing.”

He just shakes his head, brows furrowed while he tries to unbutton your cardigan. You let him work but you watch his movements, gentle for the first time ever you think. He pushes the sweater down your arms and pulls it around you, folding it before laying it on the corner of his bed.

“You’re freaking me out.” You laugh quietly. He looks like he’s thinking while those long fingers start in on the buttons down the front of your dress. “Hey.” You grab his chin to pull his face up. “What are you doing?” You ask again, this time looking him dead on.

“You really don’t think I’m a loser?”

“Oh.” You ignore the glaring warning sign tacked to the wall beside your head for a moment. All the little centerfolds and the random bullets around his room. You instead focus on the purple light in the corner with his tarantula he’s had since high school. The bits of hand drawn personality, however strange they are, hanging around the corners of his room. The handful of empty fifths you noticed in the bottom of his closet. “No.” There’s a ‘but’ at the end of that ‘no’ however now isn’t the time.

There’s no reason for him to unbutton your dress when he can just push it up but he takes the tedious route, always the hard way for some reason. He hooks long fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls until you lift your hips. Again he does his methodical folding and you file that away for later to ask him about when he isn’t lost in some kind of stupor.

It only feels nerve wracking to have him between your knees because he’s quiet. Big palms grip under your thighs and pull you toward the edge of the bed before he hitches your legs over his shoulders.

“Say it again?” Hopeful breaths huff across heated skin, nerve endings on fire suddenly with his lips so close.

You smirk at him looking eager and pitiful between your thighs, his finger already digging into soft skin, hair mussed and falling out of its slicked back order. “You’re not a loser.”

#Gator Tillman Fic #Gator Tillman Smut #Gator Tillman x Reader #My Work #My Fic

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 3 months

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Steve's Perfect Mixtape

Day 8 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event! Rating: General CW: None Tags: Getting Together, Love Confessions, Eddie’s a Romantic, Tooth Rotting Fluff. WC: 1,308 Prompt: “Love is the perfect mixtape”; Submitted by @thefreakandthehair and “Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him”; Submitted by anonymous

Eddie’s been thinking about this for months. He’s had the small cassette tape tucked into the depths of his dresser drawer since March. He started making the mixtape the same week he found out when Steve’s birthday was.

It was the night of January 24th. Big, fat snowflakes were falling from the sky. Steve and Eddie were sitting on the living room floor of the Munson’s new trailer. They were passing a joint between the two of them, relaxing and listening to some of Eddie’s tapes. They were sharing secrets and stories, lips loose from the weed.

“I’m going to be 21 in April, isn’t that crazy?” Steve had asked. Eddie didn’t really think that was all that crazy if he was being honest.

“I was supposed to be in college right now. Studying to take my dad’s spot as CEO or whatever.” Steve had looked over at Eddie before looking back up at the ceiling. Eddie’s heart squeezed at the thought.

“Do you- Do you wish you were in college?” Eddie asked, looking at the slope of Steve’s nose; straight and gorgeous. Steve looked back over at Eddie, taking a hit of the joint he’d been hogging, before responding.

“I used to. I felt like a failure for not being accepted, still sorta do. But I’m happy now that I didn’t. If I hadn’t been rejected from all the schools I applied for, I wouldn’t have Robin. I wouldn’t have worked at Scoops and wouldn’t have ever met her, y’know?” Eddie nodded. Steve made eye contact with Eddie and kept going.

“I wouldn’t have met you either. I’m happy here, with you. I would kill to be here with you, sitting on the floor and shooting the shit, rather than at some stuffy school, studying for a boring future that I don’t even want. I’m more than happy, here with you.” Steve smiled at Eddie. Eddie pulled a chunk of hair in front of his face, trying to hide the heat spreading across his face.

“Aw shucks, Stevie.” Eddie teased. Steve chuckled at Eddie’s theatrics.

“When is your birthday?” Eddie asked, still holding the hair over his face.

“April 17th, 1967. You?” Steve quirked his eyebrow at Eddie.

“August 8th, 1966” Eddie responded.

The next day, Eddie was brainstorming things he could get Steve for his birthday. He toyed around with the idea of something sportsy, maybe some compression socks or something. But that felt too simple and disingenuous. It was a gift you would get for a coworker, not a friend you’ve spilt blood and battled demons with.

Eventually the idea struck Eddie like an arrow. Eddie loved music, believed it was one of the best ways you could connect with someone. You could learn a lot about someone from their music taste. So Eddie started crafting Steve's Perfect Mixtape™.

He spent weeks choosing the songs, listening to Top 40’s pop songs to assemble the perfect selection of songs. After choosing what he deemed were “the best songs” (and Steve’s favorites of course), he listened to them for hours on end, trying to figure out the perfect order. The order that would flow into itself in the most satisfying way.

By the beginning of March, he had perfected the tape. He had finally recorded all of the songs down onto one tape. He had labeled the tape as what it was, “Stevie’s Perfect Mixtape”. It held Steve’s favorite songs, such as “Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears and “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart. He tucked the tape into his dresser, hoping to keep it safe and secret until Steve’s birthday.

Finally, Steve’s birthday had come. Steve planned for everyone to come over, nothing too extravagant. He used to throw absolute ragers, back when he was King Steve, but he much preferred the simple hang outs with his closest friends.

Eddie dug the tape out from the back of his drawer and wrapped it in some wrapping paper he found in Wayne’s closet. He tucked the cassette into the pocket above his heart. He hopped into his van and drove over to Steve’s house.

Steve’s party was chill, including only the kids and older teens. They hung out in his living room, songs flowing from Steve’s speakers. They all played games and ate pizza, the older teens drinking mainly beer while the youngins drank soda. The party continued on until the late evening. Everyone would’ve stayed longer, but the gremlins had school and everyone else still had curfews.

Robin had gone with Nancy, Mike, and Lucas while Jonathan and Argyle carted Will and Dustin home. Which had left Steve and Eddie alone. Steve was happy to have the company still, wasn’t exactly looking forward to falling asleep alone. Eddie still hadn’t given Steve The Tape yet, had wanted to wait until they had some privacy.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie called out. Eddie stood in front of the couch while Steve was in the kitchen. Steve walked into the living room at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

“Yeah, man? Is everything ok?” Steve’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern.

“Yeah, everything’s ok. I just had a present I needed to give you.” Eddie said. Steve’s concern melted away, making him look light and happy.

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.” Steve said, but he smiled and walked towards Eddie. Eddie reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the little wrapped rectangle. He handed it over to Steve. Steve grabbed onto it and started pulling away the wrapping.

“Is this a mixtape?” Steve looked up at Eddie while tugging the last remaining half of paper off. A note fell to the ground as he did so. Steve looked down and picked it up, tucking it underneath the cassette tape as he read off the song list.

“You put “Bad Boys” on here?” Steve smiled up at Eddie. It was one of Steve’s favorite songs, he had only told Eddie about his love for it,

“Yeah, I know how much you love Wham!, and it reminded me of us a little bit” Eddie smiled at Steve, it was one of Eddie’s favorite songs now too. Steve finished reading off the list before pulling the note out from underneath the tape; he unfolded it up and began to read it.

As Steve read through the note, Eddie’s heart had started to pump at top speed. He pulled a lock of hair over his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. Steve’s wide smile morphed into something smaller; something private and sweet. He bit at his bottom lip, tears springing to his eyes. After a couple of minutes, he looked up at Eddie.

“Do you really love me?” Steve’s voice wobbled with emotion. Eddie nodded,

“Yes, Stevie. I really love you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to let you know. You deserve to know that someone loves you.” Tears trickled down Steve’s cheeks, his smile remained on his face.

He pulled Eddie into a hug, Eddie’s head landing against his chest. Steve’s hand held Eddie’s head in place, his face pressing against the top of Eddie’s frizzy hair. Eddie could hear the rapid thumping of Steve’s heart against his ear. He listened to the rhythmic Thump thump thump of Steve’s heartbeat while Steve pressed kisses against the top of his head.

“Thank you” Steve whispered out, voice overflowing with emotion. He squeezed his arms tighter around Eddie.

“I love you too, for the record” Steve smiled even wider, even though Eddie couldn’t see it. Eddie turned his head and kissed at the spot above Steve’s heart. He pressed his ear back to Steve’s pec. He listened as Steve’s heart calmed down into something tender.

Ba-bump Ba-bump Ba-bump

Both their hearts thumped with love, full of affection and joy. This really was the perfect mixtape.

#steddie fanfic #steddielovemonth #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #tooth rotting fluff #steve harrington loves eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Lavender - Ch. 41

You, Joel and Ellie make it to the University of Eastern Colorado but you find things you don't expect. A continuation of Lavender ch. 1-40 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.

Length: 5.1K

“Don’t rely so much on the reins,” you said, your front pressed to Joel’s back, hands on his waist. “Use your legs and weight to guide her…”

“Like squeezing?” Ellie asked, frowning.

“Kind of,” you said. “So if you want to go right, shift your weight right a bit and press your left leg into the horse. Use the reins, too, but you shouldn’t be pulling so much as just guiding her…”

Ellie nodded and you watched her body shift slightly, taking the horse around in a slow circle.

“Don’t forget to keep your legs turned inward,” you said. “It’s real easy to let your knees go out, it’s more comfortable, but you’ll have better control if you keep them turned in.”

“Right,” she said. “I think I got it?”

“You’re looking good,” you smiled. She smiled back, looking pleased.

“Never thought I’d be riding a fucking horse,” she said. “This is so cool…”

“Yeah, not something I ever thought I’d get to do again either,” you rested your cheek in the middle of Joel’s back. He was warm, comfortable. You wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

“How’d you learn how to do it?” Ellie asked. “Was it in Texas with Joel?”

She drew out his name, teasing him. Joel scoffed a bit.

“She was a better rider than me when she came to Texas,” he said. “Showed me up once on a trail ride, thought I was gonna make myself look real good and it turns out she had to save my ass because I wasn’t payin’ close enough attention…”

“No way!” Ellie laughed. “What happened?”

“To be clear,” Joel said. “I’d have handled it just fine if I wasn’t tryin’ to pay attention to her because I didn’t know that she knew what she was doing…”

“Oh sure,” Ellie nodded, looking skeptical. “So what happened?”

“It was a trail that hadn’t been used yet that season,” he said. “Just out in the woods near a ranch that belonged to a friend of Tommy’s. I was leading, looking back to try to tell her somethin’ and my horse spotted a snake on the trail, freaked the fuck out, tried to throw me…”

“Oh shit!” Ellie’s brows went up. “So what’d you do?”

“Well I saw Joel lost the reins but the horse kept rearing back and trying to throw him,” you said. “So I took mine alongside his and got the reins and got it back down before he got tossed. It’s really not that crazy…”

“How’d you know how to do that?” She asked.

“I grew up riding,” you said. “My grandmother was friends with the people who lived next door and they raised horses. They were older, their grandkids lived an hour away and they didn’t get to see them much, so they liked having me around. I rode all the time from when I was about two until I left for college.”

“Well shit,” Ellie nodded. “I’ll just ride with you when things look bad.”

“You might want Joel more,” you shrugged. “I’ve never tried to ride and shoot at the same time and I’m not a great shot, anyway.”

“Good point,” she said. “Guess we’ll just all have to stick together then.”

“Crud,” you sighed. “Such a disappointment..”

Joel laughed once.

The three of you had been riding south for more than two days now and it had been almost too easy. You hadn’t seen a single raider or infected anywhere. It’s part of why it had taken you so long to put Ellie on a horse on her own. You didn’t trust the land around you to not suddenly swell with enemies and try to swallow her. With Joel, she’d be protected. With you, you could escape quickly. On her own was too dangerous.

But now, things felt more secure. You were so far from Jackson and any other sign of civilization that you knew there was almost no chance of infected. Raiders would be pretty useless out here, too - there was nothing to raid. You felt safe letting Ellie ride on her own for a bit.

“Should rest the horses soon,” Joel said. “Keep an eye out for a good place to stop for the night…”

Because the road had been easy, you’d made quick progress. Tommy had told you it would take a week to get there but you were on track to make it in just five days.

You certainly weren’t arguing. You had no idea what was waiting for you at the university. How long you’d be stuck there. Maybe there were researchers there who were far better trained than you - people who went to actual medical school instead of learning at the hands of a military doctor because there was no more medical school to go to. Maybe the Fireflies had found someone from the CDC or the NIH, someone whose job it had been to deal with infectious disease.

If that were the case, you had your notes. You could pass them off, talk it through with them and rest knowing you’d done what you could. You could go back to Jackson with Ellie and Joel and move into the house across the street from Tommy and Maria. You could take care of the people there as the world healed. You could have a life, be happy. Things that had felt out of reach for almost half your life now.

If the doctors there were like you - trained to keep people alive but not in how to develop new medications or cure anything new - then you’d have to stay. But only for a while. Joel and Ellie would go back to Jackson and that would be hard but you could figure it out. Being apart for a while would be OK if it meant that you got the world back. You would figure it out from there.

“OK but I want to use the rifle,” Ellie said as the three of you put some distance between yourselves and the horses to try to catch dinner. Joel sighed.

“Gonna treat it right?” He asked.

“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, exasperated. “I’ll be gentle, I’ll love it, act like I’m tryin’ to get it pregnant instead of shoot it…”

Joel glared at her but slung the gun off his shoulder and handed it to her.

“Hell yeah,” she smiled.

The three of you leaned against the remains an old, dilapidated wall looking out into a field. Ellie and Joel were looking out while you faced behind them.

“You’d do well to learn this too,” Joel said, looking at you.

“I just don’t like killing things,” you winced.

“You know meat is from dead shit, right?” Ellie said.

“Yes, thank you for your expertise my dear,” you shook your head and smiled a bit. “Maybe I’ll be vegetarian when we get back to Jackson…”

“Finally gettin’ to a place where I can grill you a steak and you’re gonna stop eating meat?” Joel shook his head. “Damn shame…”

“Got one,” Ellie said, lifting the rifle. You covered your ears and she shot.

“Good job,” Joel said, getting up as you uncovered your ears. “Go get it, we’ll dress it…”

“Should call it undressing it,” Ellie said, giving him the rifle back. “Undressing it from the inside even….”

“Good to know we can make her pull the guts out of the turkey at Thanksgiving,” you said, Joel offering you a hand up. You took it. “Give you a break from the job.”

“The fact that you’ll cut me open, pull out a bullet and stitch me up with no problem but gutting an animal is where you draw the line will always amaze me,” he shook his head a little.

“Wasn’t exactly thrilled to fish a bullet out of you either, for the record,” you leaned your head on his shoulder and you watched as Ellie walked back toward you, rabbit held high by its hind legs. “She’s a lot like you, you know.”

He sighed.

“Yeah,” he said, voice heavy. “Yeah, I know.”

You glanced up at him.

“I like it,” you said.

He scoffed a bit.

“Someone has to, I suppose.”

The three of you headed back toward the campsite, an outcropping in some rock that wasn’t overwhelmed by snow. You built a fire while Joel and Ellie dressed the rabbit and you got that oddly happy, domestic feeling in you as you did. Fuck, you hoped the Fireflies had good doctors. You didn’t want to say goodbye to this, not even for just a little while.

Ellie fell asleep early and you sat close to Joel, the fire glowing and warm. His arm was around you and you were tucked securely against his side.

“Really startin’ to hold a grudge against winter,” he said.

“Oh?” You glanced up at him.

“Real hard to get at any of your skin around all these layers,” he said. You laughed.

“Someone decided to pick a fight instead of taking advantage of a night we had doors,” you elbowed him lightly. “And working heat. And showers.”

“I know,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the rock. “I was a damn fool, should have fuckin’ known better…”

“Really should have,” you teased. He tugged you closer.

“Just make up for it when we get where we’re going,” you said. “I imagine there are plenty of doors at a Firefly facility…”

“Test out the sound proofing on all of ‘em…”

You could hear the smirk in his voice. You tugged the unzipped sleeping bag the two of you were using as a blanket up under your chin and tugged a glove off, lacing your fingers with his. He frowned.

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“You’re not the only one who wants a little more skin,” you said. He let your hand go, pulled off his glove, and returned it. His palm was warm, his calluses oddly comforting.

“Speaking of the night in Jackson,” you said after a few minutes of sitting, quiet, just holding onto each other. “What you said about Tommy…”

“I shouldn’t have said a damn thing,” he cut you off. “I was being an asshole, fallin’ into old habits with you, stupid shit where I try to get you to leave me because I’m scared and know I can’t leave you…”

“You know I was only ever with him because I didn’t have you, right?” You asked, sitting up enough to look him in the eye. “Anyone I was with after you was just… It feels wrong to say it but they were just a placeholder. They were someone to keep from hurting too much because I couldn’t have you.

“It’s not that I don’t care about Tommy,” you said. “I do. A lot. We were always friends, even before anything happened with you and me. But that’s all we were ever really meant to be.”

Joel nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

“That’s how I feel about Tess, too,” he said. You frowned a little and he pulled you closer to him. “She was who I had because I was too afraid of getting hurt with you, I was who she had after her husband died. We were good friends - she was like family - but everything more… it never felt right.

“Baby,” he looked at you, his eyes deep and wide and sad. “I never said it properly but… I’m so sorry. I wasted so much time because I was so fuckin’ scared and it’s time we can never get back. I should’ve gotten my shit together years ago and instead I kept hurtin’ you and fucked up things for everyone. I never should have said what I did in Jackson…”

“I know how you are when you get scared,” you reached up and knotted your gloved fingers in his hair, pulling his forehead to your own. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I understand it. But Joel, the solution can’t be that you leave. Even if it’s just temporary, even If you say you’ll be waiting for me. We live in a scary world. Even once we get to Jackson and settle, I’m sure there’s going to be times where I’m in danger or Ellie is or you are and you can’t run from it every time. You just can’t, this won’t work if you do. We have to be a team.”

“I know, Baby,” he kissed you softly, deeply. “I know.”

***

Joel suggested that Ellie try riding her own horse most of the day as the three of you closed in on the university. It would be good for her to get the experience, just in case she needed to handle a horse on her own. That was the reason he gave for it.

But Joel also really fucking loved sitting on a horse with you wrapped around him. Your arms around his waist, your legs next to his, the warm press of your face against his back when you decided to lean against him. He loved having you close like that, could have drowned in it and died happy, never worried about breathing again.

Ellie, it seemed, took naturally to riding. Joel had enough experience himself - he’d picked up plenty you didn’t know about in the years before he made it to the QZ - but you were still the better rider and even you were impressed. She connected with the animal well, their bond intuitive and easy. But Ellie, for all her sharpened edges, seemed to do that with any living thing.

He doubted she was even aware of it. But she’d had you wrapped around her finger for years and by the time the three of you’d made it to Kansas City, Joel was already horrified of what would happen if she got hurt or killed. Now, he knew he couldn’t lose her. Losing either of you was not an option. He’d burn the world down first.

“Think they’ll let you keep sheep in the backyard at the house in Jackson?” Ellie asked.

“Dunno,” Joel said. “But I changed my mind on that, anyway.”

“Yeah?” Ellie asked. “What do you want to do then?”

“I figure since you’re goin’ to the moon and that one,” he jerked his head back at you. “Is apparently goin’ to Paris, I’m gonna be a singer.”

“No way!” She laughed.

“Yup,” he said. He was starting to see signs of the civilization ahead of him. “That was what I wanted to do when I was young. Think I should give it another go.”

“Were you any good?” She asked, pulling her horse up closer.

“Ask her,” he nodded back toward you again.

“He was really good,” you smiled a little. “Played some good guitar, too…”

“Oh man,” Ellie smiled and shook her head. “I don’t know if I buy it, Doc’s biased when it comes to you…”

“No I’m not!” You protested. “I’m a perfectly good judge of his talents and skills. He’s a good musician.”

“Prove it,” she said.

“Don’t exactly got a guitar on me, kid,” he replied.

“When we get back then,” she said. “That town has hot water, I bet someone there has a fucking guitar… I’m going to save the fuckin’ world, man, the least you can do is show off those skills.”

When you got closer to where he thought the university was, he had you and Ellie switch spots. You he could trust to run out of a situation while he provided cover for her. It was the best they could really hope for.

“I’ll do the talking when we find them,” you said as the university loomed. “Not that they know you, Joel, but hopefully they’ll be receptive toward me…”

Joel just gave you a stiff nod. His stomach was tight. There was something about this that made him uneasy. It wasn’t even the place, though it seemed oddly quiet for a Firefly base that wasn’t trying to hide from FEDRA.

It was that this was the end of the journey for the three of you. There was something ominous about that, anything that implied some kind of severance or separation.

Yes, it seemed that the three of you had decided to stay together after this point even though no one had expressly said that was the plan or why you were doing it that way. But there was uncertainty around this point. How long you would need to stay - and whether or not the Fireflies would fight to keep you if you didn’t agree. Just how long they’d need Ellie. Would they need her here for months, years, to keep drawing samples? He didn’t know how that worked, how any of that worked. What if one of you could go and the other couldn’t? Would you all stay here? Would he take you or her back to Jackson and return for he other one? What would be safest?

“What does it mean, ‘home of the big horns’?” Ellie frowned as you came upon the entrance to the campus.

“It’s the mascot,” Joel said. “For the football team and stuff. That one’s a kind of sheep.”

“Huh,” Ellie said. “Hey Doc, did your school have a mascot?”

“The Longhorns actually,” you said.

“Hook ‘em,” Joel smiled a little. You laughed.

“OK but like… not all of them are horn related, right?” Ellie frowned.

“No,” you laughed again. “That’s just a coincidence. In Texas there were also the Aggies and the Raiders… Oklahoma had the Sooners. Michigan had the Wolverines. Notre Dame was the Fighting Irish…”

“Sounds like a lot of bullshit for places people are supposed to be learning stuff,” Ellie said as you worked your way into the campus.

“Kinda was,” you said. “A lot of focus on the stuff that brought in money, which was usually sports…”

“And plenty of people who went to college weren’t focused on the learning part,” Joel said. “Too busy partyin’ or tryin’ to find themselves to go to class.”

“I’m guessing that wasn’t Doc,” Ellie smirked a little.

“You would be correct,” you smiled. “I was a nerd.”

“You’re still a nerd,” she teased.

“Darn right,” you said. Joel winked at you. You smiled.

Joel was starting to actively watch for signs of people but he didn’t see much - at least, no signs of people there now. Plenty of people from the past.

There was a loud almost squawking sound and Joel tensed for a moment before he located the noise. A troop of monkeys - half a dozen or so - crossing the campus one right after the other.

“Holy shit,” Ellie breathed. “The fuck are those?”

“Monkeys,” you frowned. “Whatever you do, do not try to get close to one, they will quite literally rip our face off…”

“OK but what the fuck are they doing here,” she said. “I thought they were from like… Africa and shit.”

“Probably leftover from any animal testing labs the school had,” you said. “Or maybe the Fireflies had them… If it was Fireflies, that’s a hell of an operation.”

“If it was Fireflies,” Joel asked, looking over at you. “Then why the fuck are they loose?”

“Still,” Ellie said, voice still awed. “Never thought I’d see a monkey.”

The three of you pressed on, Joel taking the lead until he found some guard posts that had clearly been abandoned.

“Maybe we should get our guns out,” Ellie said.

“Found the building at least,” you said, slipping off your horse. Joel and Ellie followed suit and you tied your horses off out front.

“It’s awful quiet here,” Joel said. “Not sure what the fuck happened but…”

You and Ellie both nodded.

He took the lead, putting Ellie in the middle and you at the back as he went for the doors, his gun drawn.

Inside the building, everything was in disarray. But it was a more recent disarray, something from within maybe the last few weeks, not disarray from when the world ended 20 years earlier.

“There were doctors here,” Ellie said, stopping at a cart and picking up a vial. She held it out for you and you took it, looking it over. Joel holstered his gun and started rifling through things while you looked over the remains of the equipment.

“Packing list,” Joel said, holding up a piece of paper. You came over and looked at it, frowning.

“This is thorough,” you said. “Not a quick jaunt kind of thing, this is a ‘the whole operation is relocating’ kind of list…”

“So, what, they’re all gone?” Ellie asked. “They just left?”

Her voice cracked a little and she cleared her throat to cover it.

There was a noise from inside the building, something clattering to the floor.

“Maybe not yet,” you said, folding the lacking list and tucking it in your pocket.

Joel pulled his gun back out and led the way up stairs, moving quietly. There was something behind a lab door, something banging around… He held his arm out to try to keep you back as he opened the door.

There was a loud screech and a monkey knocked something to the ground with a metallic clatter before it took off through a broken window.

“Maybe their research turned them into monkeys,” Ellie said. “The comic books finally came true…”

“Stranger things have happened,” you said, starting to look around the room and see what there was. Joel went to a cork board, one covered in pins and thread.

“Everything is pointing to Salt Lake City,” he frowned at the map.

“That’s got to be where they went then, right?” Ellie frowned, standing next to him and frowning up at the map. “How far is that?”

“A hike,” Joel frowned. “Few hundred miles. It’ll be easier with the horses but…”

“I just can’t figure out why they’d leave,” you said, coming over to look at the map, too. “Relocating a lab is a bitch. I had to help a professor with it once, years ago. He was setting up some clinical trial and the drug company wanted it on their property, not the school’s and there was so much to do…”

“Maybe the facilities there are better,” Joel shrugged.

“Yeah,” you sounded uncertain.

Joel heard something. He held a finger to his lips as he went to the window and peered out into the courtyard below. A handful of men - all armed - were walking by. One laughed. His stomach clenched as he looked back to you and Ellie. Your eyes were wide. You’d heard it, too.

He went back for the two of you.

“The horses,” you said. “They’ll see the horses…”

“Out the back,” Joel said. “Stay close…”

He led the way. The men weren’t inside yet and Joel rushed you both out to the horses, scrambling to untie them from the tree he’d hitched them to. He was nearly done when Ellie grabbed his arm.

“Joel!” She shrieked, her eyes wide. He spun just in time to see a man swinging a wooden baseball bat at him. It cracked against the tree and the man scrambled for you next but Joel grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his neck and pulling back. The man struggled and strained - all dying men do. But Joel was stronger. More desperate. He cracked the man’s neck and he went limp before Joel dropped his body and he crumpled to the earth.

He turned to face both of you, Ellie’s gun pointed straight ahead, yours aimed at the ground - he’d have to get on Ellie about where to point your fucking gun if you weren’t about to shoot it - when Ellie’s already wide eyes got wider.

“Oh shit,” she breathed, looking at his stomach.

“Joel,” you reached for him and he looked down. The end of the bat was lodged inside him. He hadn’t felt it until he saw it. Then it was like a switch flipped. He went from feeling normal to the brutal, stabbing pain as his body was ripped open. He went to pull the wood out but your hands covered his.

“You have to leave it in,” you said quickly. “You’ll bleed out too quick if you pull it out…”

“Doc, the other guys,” Ellie looked at you.

“Take the horses…” Joel began, but you ignored him, looping an arm under his and dragging him to the horse. “No, that wasn’t the deal…”

“Joel I swear to God if you don’t get on this fucking horse I will lay down and die right here,” you snapped.

He didn’t have it in him to fight you. Instead, he got on, about to tell you to take Ellie but you were already talking to her.

“Get as far as you can as fast as you can,” you told her. “I’m going to lead them away. I’ll find you. Head for Jackson, but if you can’t make it, I’ll find you, OK? I’ll find you.”

“But…” Ellie began but you shook your head.

“You have to get him out of here, Ellie,” your voice was desperate. “You have to, you can do this…”

“No,” Joel managed as Ellie clambered onto the horse behind him.

“Hey!” The men shouted.

You smacked his horse and it took off. Joel looked behind him to see you all but leaping into the saddle of your own horse, pulling your gun and shooting at the oncoming group. He saw you ride away, gun held out, as Ellie pressed the horse on.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been riding. His whole body hurt, the pain radiating out from the stab wound at his stomach. He was fighting to obey your order - to leave the weapon lodged inside him until he was in a position that he wouldn’t bleed out but it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad, the harsh, sharp wood ripping him with every sway of the horse and every breath.

“Joel?” Ellie’s voice sounded so far away.

You were so far away. Fuck, he should have stopped you from leaving. Who the hell knew where you were now? You should have stayed with Ellie, should have left him behind while the two of you made it back to Jackson. You could make it that far on your own, after the last week he was sure of it.

The world tilted.

“Joel!” Ellie’s words were louder but still far away. “Joel, we’re going to…”

He slipped then, off the horse and onto the ground. It was cold, hard. The sky was blue. You were far away. Too far away. Why were you so far away? What if you were hurt? What if they’d touched you? What if they took you, what if they killed you… You and Ellie should always be close. It was wrong that you weren’t there…

“Joel!” Ellie’s hands were on him. “Shit, you have to stay with me Joel, don’t leave me out here alone, please don’t leave me, please stay, please, I’m fucking begging you, I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this without you, I don’t know where I am or how to get to where we’re going, please Joel….”

The sky was blue. The ground was cold. Ellie was close. You were gone. He wasn’t sure what happened next.

***

You were a shit shot under the best of conditions. It was far worse when you were terrified and on horseback.

But you still tried.

The men were on foot at first and you had to go slow enough that they’d stick with you and not follow Joel and Ellie but they’d brought horses, too. And once they were on them, it was a whole other animal.

You pushed your horse more than you wanted to, trying to put distance between you and the men. You’d have no hope of fighting them off if they caught you. There were half a dozen of them. You couldn’t shoot them all, you’d never have a chance to hit them all before someone got to you. You could only out run them.

“Good girl,” you stroked your horse’s mane as she slowed to a trot. You couldn’t push her any harder, you could feel it. But you were pretty sure you’d lost them, anyway. “You did so good, we can take a break then we can track them down, OK?”

You slipped off her back and started looking for something nearby that you could use to get her water. Snow was limited here so you couldn’t just melt some, but you hoped you could find a stream or something to help her with.

Her breathing calmed and you found a river. She all but dove into it to drink and you held her reins, leaning against a tree, trying to stay calm.

You had to give your horse a chance to rest otherwise you’d never catch Joel and Ellie, not on foot. But you wanted to move now, wanted to run as fast as you could for them. Joel had been stabbed - the image of it burned into your brain, making your chest clench and stomach knot. But the location could have been worse, it might have missed his kidneys and intestines entirely. With any luck it did.

Not that you could count on luck.

“Hey there pretty girl.”

You jumped, drawing your gun and turning toward the voice. The man was leaning against a tree, not far from you, smiling. There was a knife in his hand. You held the gun out.

“Stay back,” you warned. “I don’t want to shoot you.”

“Do we kill her or take her with us?”

There was another voice, from behind you now, and you spun to face it.

Shit.

You were out numbered. You could try shooting them but that was a sure fire way to get yourself killed.

“Think we take her,” a third man now. Your heart pounded against your ribs. “Think James would be happy for the gift, she looks like his type…”

“Yeah, she’s not David’s,” someone laughed darkly.

“Please,” you said. You had to get to Joel, he was stabbed, he was bleeding, Ellie was all but on her own, you had to get to them you had to… “My friends, they’ll be looking for me…”

“So?” The man from behind you said.

“I don’t want to cause you trouble,” you said, backing up until you were pressed against your horse. “Just let me go on my way…”

“Sorry baby doll,” the men were pressing into you from all sides now. “We just can’t do that.”

One stepped forward and grabbed your gun and, in the instant before one of them started dragging you away, you’d never felt more terrified or more alone.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeeek! The trio is separated, Joel's stabbed, Doc's been taken. It's a whole thing. A whole big, exciting thing :)

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#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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corporatefrog · 1 year

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꒦‧₊ ꒷ HEADCANNONS: team stan with a rich friend! ✧.*

✧.* tags: college au, ✧.* Characters: kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, stan marsh, butters scotch. eric cartman a/n: the request was for a friend like Cher Horowitz from clueless but i haven't seen clueless in forever so i kind of just wrote it like having a rich friend! team craig is on the way tomorrow !!

masterlist

Kenny

Youve got yourself a sugar baby right here

Lit rally so happy to carry your shopping bags for HOURS

Just buy him some auntie anns and he’s good for the day

Whenever cartman makes fun of him for being poor, you pull out $100 and and just hand it to kenny

“Guys let’s go to the $100 store! Oh wait, you can’t go eric :( sorry, i guess you’ll have to keep saving the tips from the job you don’t have”

kyle

He’s your voice of reason

“No don’t spend $300 on that bag it’s fake leather”

Don’t ask him how he’s suddenly versed in designer fabrics

He helps you with your homework

You offer to pay him but he says it’s not necessary

Definitely doesn’t fight you on it though,,,

Who's going to say no to $50 for helping someone with their math homework?

Stan

He doesn’t know how to act around rich people

Likes to get fast food with you and make you guess how much things are

“So we’re going to get 2 milkshakes and 2 large fries”

“Okay! I’ve got $40 in cash, is that enough?”

"...not exactly"

please don't take him to a fancy dinner

he will in fact freak out and find a way to fall out of his chair while dragging the table cloth with him

Cartman

He gives kenny shit but this little bitch with do ANYTHING for money

Fucker is your butler now

You could ask him to be your footstool during class and he’d be on the ground in a SECOND

“OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY KYLE! Your door, yn”

Butters

Is baffled that you’re rich and you want to hang out with HIM??

You guys go shopping together! Stopping in plushie stores!

Tbh he’s kind of like a little pet

But in the best way

He’s just having a good time because you’re having a good time

And you have a good time because he’s such a good vibe

“And then we have to stop by spencers because they have a collab with my favorite band right now, then we’re going to the burberry store-”

“Well geez, yn, that’s one of those really expensive stores”

“Butters I literally own three islands off the coast of greenland. I could buy this mall if i wanted to.”

He is, again, baffled

#cartman exists to be made fun of #south park #corporatefrog #butters stotch #eric cartman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park x reader #south park headcanons

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yae-energy · 10 months

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“you like my hair?”

synopsis: what i think their favorite hair styles would be

cast: satoru gojo, maki zenin, yuta okkotsu x black fem reader

cw: cursing, the pictures i used are just for example, please envision the reader however you want to

a/n: this is an apology for not writing yesterday 🤕 mb y’all. will def be making a part 2 to this cause this was fun to write

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gojo - fulani braids

- he probably paid for ‘em

- thinks they look so neat and clean

- and the simplicity of it???

- bonus points if there’s beads cause he likes hearing them clack together when you walk

- he likes color! i feel like gojo is a 613 mega fan LMAOO

- or the beyonce honey blonde

- LONG 👏🏽 HAIR 👏🏽

- gojo is a long hair fiend

- he love him a good 30-40 in cause he loves, loves, LOVESSSSSS watching how they sway when you move, it’s like magic to him

- if it ain’t touching ya ass crack he don’t want it 🙅🏽‍♀️‼️

“you like my hair bae?”

“mmm…not long enough. it’s cute though”

- helps you wrap your hair at night if theyre too long

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maki - passion twists

- i feel like she’s a twist typa girl

- i also think she doesn’t care for color, like obviously you’d look gorgeous with it but she strikes me as a plain black girlie

- loves accessories though !!!

- the gold cuffs or those dangly charms >>>

- she thinks it adds so much flare, less is more type shit

- doesn’t care for length but LOVESSSS short hair

- lets you use her as a pillow (y’all know that scalp be HURTING during the first few days 😭)

- will give you a back massage, she knows you’re probably in pain from sitting in an uncomfortable chair for hours

- shops for hair oils every time you get your hair done so you never have a dry scalp, she don’t play that

- wakes you up early cause she’ll be damned if you’re late for your appointment

“don’t you got a hair appointment? why are you still here?”

“its at 10 babe i got time”

“😐 get that ass in the car NOW”

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yuta - GODDESS LOCS (+ goddess braids)

- bro falls deeper in love when he catches you in these, you don’t understand

- like they just make you look so 😫😫

- this was the hairstyle you had when he met you so these hold a special place in his heart

- colors, charms, whatever it may be HE LOVES IT ALL (he is a puka shell warrior tho)

- has a ginger hair addiction cause he loves how good it contrasts your darker skin tone

- LONG HAIR

- will be ok with short hair but it just don’t do it for him

- gets lonely when you’re gone for too long and will try to pull up on you

- will bring you food and give you a cheek kiss (he just needs his daily dose of you)

- spam texts you and asks if you’re done every 15 minutes

“the kids miss you ☹️”

“it’s been an hour 😭 our imaginary kids will be fine”

“they won’t, one of em died actually 😬”

- will take 50 million pictures of you so he can post them and show you off

- notices the confidence boost they give you so he takes you on a little date

- oils your scalp for you !!!

#saint laurent productions #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x poc!reader #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #maki x reader #maki x black reader #yuta x reader #yuta x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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itsmebytch001 · 8 months

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What if Diana tried to flee with reader when she’s still little? Not because she loves reader of course, but because she wants to make Aaron miserable.

It Was now around 15: 40, Aaron was rushing to make it back to the school gate intime to pick Y/n and Miles up It was arranged that he would pick you both up Monday through to Wensday, but once he got their, watching all the kids shuffle out and run over to their parents he expected to see you, but only saw Miles heading towards him, as he waved his friends goodbye he rushed over to his Uncle.

Miles: "Uncle Aaron!"

Aaron: "Hey little man, you know where's Y/n at?"

Miles: "oh...Her Mom came and got her like half an hour ago"

...

Aaron: "What?" He should have known this was the kinda thing Diana would pull. As he, followed by Miles rushed down the street, Miles trying to keep up with his lanky Uncle while he called Diana over and over to no avail he decided to give her no option to ignore him and instead go to her home, he didn't know if this was malicious, or Diana beginning to loose her grip on reality, as she sometimes did.

Miles: "Where are going Uncle Aaron?"

Aaron: "Were just gonna swing round Diana's place real quick"

Miles: "Oh...okay?" Miles was clever for his age, and could tell whatever was going on behinds Aarons eyes wasn't good.

Once they eventually made it to Diana's block, Aaron let himself in through the window while Miles stood on the fire escape, was it breaking and entering, yes, but this is kidnapping and it wasn't like Diana was about to get the police involved if she had just kidnapped you.

Once Aaron was in the home he called out for you a couple times and quickly realised you, nor Diana were here, he scoped the house to find nothing strange or out of place so he came to the conclusion, that he now had to call...Jeff.

He exited the house and sprinted down the fire escape with Miles, while Miles stood in the alley with his Uncle who seemed to be hyping himself up for a conversation with his won brother.

Calling Jeff Davis...

ring

Jeff: "...Hey"

Aaron: "Hey"

Jeff: "Is everything okay with Miles?"

Aaron: "Yeah but...uh Y/n's gone"

Jeff: "Gone? What do you mean?"

Aaron: "Diana took her"

Jeff: "Oh shit, you think she's having an episode?"

Aaron: "I don't know man but I'm freaking out, she's gone, their not in the house she won't answer any of my calls"

Jeff: "Are you at the house right now?"

Aaron: "Yeah"

Jeff: "Stay their in a minute"

Once Jeff pulled up to the house, Miles watched as they spoke huddled in a corner, away from Miles not wanting him to see the severity of the situation, but Miles was clever, he was that whatever was happening was really bad.

Miles: "...Is Y/n Gonna be okay?"

Jeff: "Of course Miles, now go on now the adults need to talk"

So while to keep clued in the converstation Miles stood behind the trash can while the brothers spoke.

Jeff: "Do you know what kind of car she drives?"

Aaron: "I don't know, like a blue Handa of something"

Jeff: "that's vauge"

Aaron: "okay, what make and model is your car?!"

Jeff: "I'm trying to help you man calm down"

Aaron: "I know I'm sorry I'm just scared...I mean what if she's having a meltdown and think's the sky's falling down on her again"

Jeff: "Don't worry man , well take care of it, I'll put a warrent out for Diana, and a Amber for Y/n okay?"

Aaron: "Okay"

After this small interaction a circus insued, The family put together efforts to put out missing posters for you while Aaron began to loose his mind over the following 3 days, avoiding the house at all cots calling Diana over and over, pestering Jeff constantly about if anyone had spotted you and sometimes going out in the dead of night looking for you himself.

Of course Miles was now aware of what was going on, he helped his mom put up missing posters of you, and when kids at school asked where you were and why you weren't in he told them, as he was told to by his Uncle Aaron that you were sick, and Miles didn't like to lie, and Aaron didn't like telling him to lie, but Aaron was terrified about being painted as incompetent, or neglectful in the eyes of other parents.

It was by Thursday afternoon when Rio and Miles where shopping that Miles saw someone familiar, he kept double glancing you just to make to make sure, but it was you. He tugged on his mothers leg.

Rio: "Not now Mijo"

Miles: "But Mama It's Y/n"

Rio: "WHAT?" She swiveled around to scan the shop, and there you were with Diana looking over diffrent types of grapes, she crouched down and piered around the isle to observe and if it weren't for Miles calling over to you, she might have been able to lure you over to her herself, but once Diana saw Rio she snatched you arm and ran off out the shop and down the street dragging you behind her.

Rio quickly behind while Miles tragicly tried to keep up with his Mom. Rio called out to Diana, trying to get her to stop for the sake of her and Y/n while she pushed past others in an attempt to get close to you as they both sprinted down the street.

Rio: "STOP THAT WOMAN!" She yelled since Diana was so much faster than her dragging you along with her, while still running down the sidewalk she pulled out her phone and took a second to pull out her Jeffs contact.

...

Jeff: "Hel-"

Rio: "JEFF! I'm running after Diana right now, She's got Y/n on her!"

Jeff: "Oh, where are you?"

Rio: "Running down 11th street! Hurry up I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up!"

She hanged up as a 10 minute foot chase began, who knew Rio could do so much cardio while poor Miles was trapsing behind his mother about 20 feet behind her at all times bolting down the side walk.

Finally as Diana turned a corner she was met with 2 police cars, and Jeff.

Jeff: "Diana, please we need you to just-"

Diana: "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Jeff: "Diana, Diana we think maybe your having an ep-"

Diana: "You are trying to TAKE her form me!"

Jeff: "No No, were not, were not, we just need to check on her okay? That's all, we just need to make sure she's okay"

Diana: "I...I...Okay"

Slowly Jeff approached Diana, pulling you away ever to slightly as two other officers closed in on Diana before Jeff turned to them.

Jeff: "Don't put cuff on her, just be calm and she'll go willing, she not the right state on mind, Mkay?"

And so the two officers took Diana away in a cruiser uncuffed, she smeemed to be in a state of calm delusuion once she got in the car.

Once the family got their hands back on you, and Miles finally caught up huffing and puffing having had run a mile, he was so happy to see you.

Miles: "Y/n!" He exclaimed giving you a tight hug, while Rio gave you a head kiss and Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Lets get you home young lady me"

Y/n: "I am 8, Don't young lady me" Jeff never understood why whenever he spoke to you it had to be met with a flipped response.

Jeff: "...Okay then damm"

Once Jeff got you home needless to say Aaron was overcome with joy and relifie, picking you up and holding you tight to his chest, kissing your head. But it was clear you were exhausted, being 8 and trying to keep your Mom from fully flying off the handle all y0-ou really wanted to to sleep so Aaron put you to bed, tucking you in at 17:00 and wishing you good night.

Rio: "This is the kinda thing we should celebrate! How do we feel about getting takeaway?"

Jeff: "Sure-"

Aaron: "I don't know man Y/n looks exhausted, and all I really want is to keep her in the house, get her grounded you know?"

Jeff: "Fair enough...okay then Miles let's go"

Miles: "Can I sleep over? I wanna be with Y/n"

Jeff gave Aaron a look of ask.

Aaron: "Sure little man you can sleep over"

So as Rio and Jeff exited the house Miles entered your room.

Miles: "..Y/n?" He whispered into your dark room.

...

Y/n: "Yeah?" You whispered back.

Miles: "Can I come in bed with you?"

...

Y/n: "Okay" You muttered as he made himself into your bed, tucking under the blankets with you.

Miles: "I'm glad your back"

Y/n:"Same"

Miles: "Is your Mom okay?"

Y/n:"...I don't know"

Miles: "...I'm sorry"

Y/n: "It's okay"

Miles stroked your back as began to quietly cry.

And so while you two slept in your bed Aaron chose to sleep on the couch instead of his bed, he was just to paranoid to loose you again he thought it safer to sleep closer to you, but he didn't really sleep at all, he just became a night watchman for the next couple weeks...

I'm really proud of this one!

Request are open and Welcome, and, once I get started on the comic I'm happy to say Y/n's name will now be Isis Davis! I'll get started on the lore at some point if anyone has headcanons or anything they are weclome!

#aaron davis x reader #yandere spiderverse #uncle aaron #yandere morales family #platonic yandere #aaron davis #dad aaron davis #yandere miles morales #rio morales x reader #jeff morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #miles molares #miles morales x reader

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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Thinking about being

Bully!Eddie’s passenger princess

18+

(Bully!Eddie drives a black Camaro in my mind)

Eddie found you where he usually finds you after school. In the library. Books and papers spread all around you, pencil being chewed nervously in your mouth.

You feel a finger drape around your neck softly, pulling the curtain of your hair over your shoulder and exposing your ear for his lips to whisper into. “Don’t study too hard y/n.” You shiver at his warm breath against your ear. He knows that’s your weakness. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek with an exaggerated “muah!” for everyone to hear.

“Well thanks to you, I have to do extra credit in biology because my grades are slipping.” You say bitterly. “Thanks to me?” He asks, clearly flattered. “Because you just can’t focus when you’re near me huh?” He asks, sitting on the table in front of you, his lap directly in your face.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You smile back at him sarcastically. You hate that it’s true. You sigh deeply and close the textbook you’ve been reading, eyes too tired to keep studying the tiny print.

“Well if you’re done studying I wanna take you somewhere.” Eddie says abruptly. “Uh while that’s a tempting, extremely vague offer, I’ll have to pass.” “Oh come on my pretty little thing.” He pleads as he starts to put all your things in your backpack. “Come with me to run an errand and then I’ll drive you home. Promise.”

You’ve been driving for almost an hour when you pull into a high end community full of big houses. The whole ride was filled with playful flirting, Eddie even asking you some actual questions to get to know you more. He wouldn’t let you pick any music, saying your taste in music is “absolute shit.” but his metal rock was actually pretty good. He told you about his band, his uncle, his friends. He held your hand the whole way, bringing it to his lips to kiss your fingers occasionally, then letting it rest in your lap. His bulky rings are fun to spin around his thick fingers, you feeling the shapes and ridges in them, commiting them to memory. It was nice. Oh no, it was nice.

“If I’m here to help you commit a crime, I’m out, Eddie.” He laughs at you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he looks in your eyes, car slowing down at the end of the street. “What crime would I possibly be committing, sweet angel?” You shrug, lips smooshed together by his strong fingers. “Breaking and entering? Grand theft auto?” He lets go of your face to turn the wheel into a long driveway, stopping in front of one of the biggest houses on the block. “I have hot wired a few cars before but that’s not what we’re doing, don’t worry.” He winks at you.

Eddie puts the car in park and presses his back into his seat as he lifts his hips and spreads his thighs. He’s getting comfortable. “Now what?” You ask. “Patience, sweet thing. Rick will come out soon.”

You see a tall man in a button up shirt and khakis emerge from the front door. Down the winding driveway, holding a small black duffel bag. He wears sunglasses and his hair is a little disheveled but he’s not bad looking. Kinda handsome. Probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s.

Eddie reaches into the back seat and grabs an empty paper bag. Then his hand reaches across your lap, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your upper thighs purposefully. He unlatches the glovebox and pulls out a fat wad of cash. Your eyes go wide as he tries to fold it and put it into the bag.

He notices a little gasp that leaves your mouth. “You like that huh?” He asks. “Y’know… I can buy you things baby. Take you places. There’s a lot of world outside Hawkins.” His voice is low and husky, like the whispered promise of a devil. It makes your stomach clench. You’ve never seen that much money in person and Eddie was acting like this is a usual occurrence for him.

Rick taps on the tinted driver side window of Eddie’s Camaro. He smiles at you as he rolls down the window, “sup man?” “Eddiiiiiie my boy-” Rick’s cut off when his eyes land on you. He raises his brows and looks back at Eddie.

“She’s cool man. She’s with me.” He tell Rick. “Alright. What’s your name beautiful?” Your jaw hangs open but nothing comes out, too nervous too speak. Eddie laughs and pinches your chin in his hand with his thumb and first finger. “She’s a little shy.” He says over his shoulder to Rick. “You got that new stuff you were telling me about?” Eddie asks him, returning his attention back to Rick but keeping his hand firmly on your thigh. His fingers squeeze the plush flesh there and it makes your nerves fizzle away.

“Hell yeah man. Shit’s crazy strong. Flown in from Hawaii. Can you believe that?” “Shit man, Hawaii’s pretty cool.” Eddie says, voice flat and bored, wanting to get this exchange over with so he can be alone with you again.

He passes Rick the paper bag and takes the duffel in return. He places it gently on your lap, winking at you as he does. “Got the usual shit in there Eddie but I included some crazy powder that my guy got his hands on last time he was in Miami. I put a few small baggies in there. Do ‘em for $50 each.” Eddie nods, eyes peeking at you and the bag in your lap.

“But don’t you touch that stuff.” Rick says pointing to you with a laugh. “My girl’s taking bumps of the shit all the time. Costing me a fortune.” He says as he looks back at his mansion. “Alright well as always,” he reaches in to shake Eddie’s hand, “Always a pleasure doing business.” Eddie finishes. Rick says it was nice to meet you and heads back inside.

“You didn’t tell me you were taking me on a drug deal, Eddie!” You say as soon as his window is rolled up. “Of course I didn’t. Didn’t want you to overreact. Like you’re doing right now.” You scoff and push the bag off your lap onto the floor. “I don’t want to be an accomplice to your crimes.”

He laughs at that, hand coming back to slide into your lap. His fingers curl softly around yours, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss before placing your hand in his lap to hold. “S’too late princess. You’re just as guilty as me now.” You scoff, heart starting to race at the thought of getting in trouble. “I know I said I’d take you home but I think I’d rather try some of this Hawaiian strain back at my place? That ok angel?” You sigh deeply, knowing coming home late will worry your parents. But when Eddie looks at you like he’d crumble into a million pieces if you say no, how can you turn him down?

“Okay.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #bully!eddie x reader #bully!eddie munson #bully!eddie #bully!eddie x y/n #mean!eddie munson

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edsmidnightrain · 10 months

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Strings

Hey y'all, I'm on a 15 hour road trip and decided to write this ficlet that been in my drafts for months. So here's 1k words of Steddie with equal parts smut and angst. Hope y'all enjoy.

Also inspired by prompts 186 “No strings attached.”, 187 “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” , 29 “There was never an us.” and 30 “So that’s it? It’s over?” from this list

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Steve and Eddie had been spending a lot of time together since the upside down, hell, Eddie had practically moved in and Steve was totally okay with it, he was doing fine. Except he wasn’t doing fine, Steve could feel himself falling for Eddie more and more as the days passed. And sure Eddie had come out to the party as gay, but that didn’t automatically mean he liked Steve. He was sure Eddie would want someone who was into the same things as him. Someone who liked Metal, and D&D. Not someone like Steve who is the complete opposite of him, a preppy jock who listens to top 40 and wears polo shirts. However, knowing Eddie probably didn’t reciprocate his feelings and getting over said feelings were two separate things and Steve hadn’t mastered the moving on part just yet. Meanwhile, Eddie laid on the pet names and was always pretty touchy with Steve which made his feelings worse. But Steve knew that Eddie was just being friendly and funny even if he sometimes wondered what it would be like if Eddie did like him back.

One day, the two were hanging out at Steve’s house while his parents were away as they often were. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie Steve didn’t really care about but Eddie seemed excited for. Eddie was leaning into his space and Steve couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed Eddie’s stupid, perfect face in his hands and kissed him. Eddie was shocked at first but quickly started kissing back. They made out for a while before Steve pulled back.

“Eddie…”

“It’s okay Stevie, it doesn't have to mean anything, just two friends helping each other out, no strings attached right?”

“Right.” Steve said and pulled Eddie into another searing kiss.

This went on for a few minutes until both boys were breathless and half hard. Eddie pulled back this time, “do you wanna keep going or…”

“Yes, fuck please.”

“Shit I love when you beg sweetheart.”

Steve practically melted at the pet name like he did everytime Eddie let it slip.

Steve couldn’t handle the sexual tension anymore and dropped to his knees without warning. Eddie immediately spoke up, “woah Stevie you don’t have to-”

“I really really want to Eds. Please.”

“Fuck okay baby go ahead.”

That was a new one, Eddie had never called him baby before and Steve was already addicted to the way the word sounded coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Steve pulled Eddie’s jeans down and began to kiss his now fully hard cock through his briefs. Eddie gasped and let his hands slide into Steve’s famous hair. Steve decided he’d teased enough and pulled Eddie’s dick out of his boxers, kissing the tip a few times before taking the head into his mouth. Eddie’s hands tightened in Steve’s hair at the feeling of his hot mouth around Eddie’s cock. Steve continued his movements until Eddie’s dick hit the back of his throat. He pulled off quickly to breathlessly mutter five words, “Fuck my face Eddie. Please.” Eddie moaned just from hearing Steve say those words and quickly pushed his cock back into Steve’s mouth, roughly thrusting into the wet heat of Steve’s throat. Steve had tears falling down his cheeks and was moaning around Eddie’s cock adding to the older boy’s pleasure. Eddie came hard into Steve’s mouth with one final thrust. Steve swallowed as much as he could, letting the rest drip down his chin. He relished in the salty taste of Eddie’s cum and smiled fucked out and dopey.

Eddie took one look at Steve and immediately switched their positions so Steve was on the couch and Eddie was on his knees. “Eddie wait-” Steve spoke up as Eddie pulled down his pants and boxers to find that Steve had come in his pants while sucking him off.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“ Fuck you, you clearly know the answer to that.”

A few minutes later, Steve speaks up again, “Do you think we could do this again, still no strings attached obviously but like I had fun and something tells me you did too.”

“Course Stevie, nothing wrong with two guys helping each other get off.”

“Okay good.”

“Yes, now let’s start the movie over since someone so rudely interrupted it.

A few months had passed and Steve and Eddie were still hooking up almost everyday, both still assuring themselves that it was just between friends and there were no feelings involved. However both boys knew it was deeper than that. Especially Steve who was downright in love at this point. Until Eddie showed up at Steve’s one day with a large smile on his face.

“Hey Eds, what’s up?”

“I met someone.”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth, Steve’s heart shattered. After the months they’d spent hooking up, Steve had started to convince himself that maybe Eddie felt the same. But clearly he was wrong.

Steve must’ve been silent for too long because Eddie immediately got defensive, “What? You can’t even be happy for me?”

“What about us? You’re just gonna throw that away for some guy?”

“There was never an us Harrington, no strings attached, remember?”

“Really we’re back to Harrington? And what about all those things you said when you’d fuck me? how you loved fucking me and never wanted to fuck another guy again? how I was yours and you didn’t want to see me with anyone else?”

“Those are just words Steve, I just said those things in the moment, it didn’t mean anything. I’m not yours and you’re not mine”

“So that’s it? It’s over?” Steve asked heartbroken.

“There was nothing there to begin with Steve. We said no strings attached and I kept my word, it’s not my fault you caught feelings.”

Eddie walked away leaving the other boy in pieces but what Steve didn’t know is that Eddie’s heart shattered that day too. And while he tried to pick up the pieces and move on with someone else, no one made him feel like Steve did. So much for no strings attached, Eddie could still feel the cut string aching to be reconnected with Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #smut #steddie smut #angst #steddie angst #kie writes

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yutaabyss · 2 years

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I love your works! can I request a mark x f/reader smut? both of them are really soft and innocent on the outside but in the bedroom they’re the complete opposite. mark hard dom x submissive reader. filthy, breeding kink, degrading and praising, multiple orgasm w/ squirting, overstimulation (reader screams and cries, tries to stop him).

thank you for being patient! i'm not quite comfortable writing that last bit but i incorporated everything else for you!! i hope you enjoy

(and thank you for your kind words!!)

requested/ study me

characters: mark x female!reader

genre: smut

warnings: breeding kink, degrading and praising, multiple orgasms w/ squirting, overstimulation, oral (f), fingering, he stuffs your panties in your mouth, brief spanking

author’s note: never knew i wanted dom mark

He was so cute sitting there with his round glasses and widened brown eyes: the book in his hands must have taken an unexpected turn. If only you could see him outside of the library, have an actual conversation maybe. But for now, you had to deal with just watching him read his books at the checkout counter while you attempted to study.

Mark Lee was the west campus library assistant and was quite a sight to see. He was extremely dorky, ears always burning when you checked out a book and had to talk to him. But you were just as bad, hands sweaty as you’d hand him your books. He was just so cute and endearing as he sat up front, sometimes sneaking glances at you. Today was no different for the both of you. Rain was falling outside as you rushed into the building, your bag covering your head since you forgot your umbrella. Mark looked up from the new book he was reading, watching you as you set your things on the table nearest the first row of shelves. Most students went to the seating area or on the second floor, however, he’d noticed you always grab a seat at the front tables. He was happy you did, it made it easy for him to look at you as you did your homework.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself as you got situated. Your guideline papers for a psych project had gotten completely soaked and of course, the professor didn’t post them online. Mark heard you, the library dead silent, “Is everything alright?” he approached you. Your heart raced just a little, “yeah, the rain just decided to destroy my guidelines paper,” you laughed nervously. “What class is it for?” he scratched his neck. “Psych 218,” not only were you completely dying inside because he was talking to you but now you had a glimmer of hope that you wouldn’t fail this project worth 40% of your grade. “Oh, I have that same class,” his eyes widening just as they did when he was reading. “Really, what time?” you looked taken aback. As far as you were concerned, you had never seen him in class. “Morning,” “Ah, that explains why I’ve never seen you in there.” You felt increasingly awkward as you both stood there. “Uh, yeah, um I could make a copy for you?” he felt the same as you. “Seriously? Thank you so much, you are a lifesaver,” you sighed. “No problem, if you want to follow me…” he traveled off.

Mark pulled out the paper, placing it on the copier before closing it. “So, what are you doing your project over?” he tried to sound chill but he was freaking out inside. “I’m not sure yet, what about you?” you watched as the new copy printed out. “Not sure either,” he nodded his head, slapping himself internally for being so fucking awkward with you. “I-if you want we could work on some ideas together,” it was now or never, and honestly you didn’t want to live the rest of your college life just staring at him. No, you wanted to know him, you wanted to see him up close. “Yeah,” he answered quickly too quickly for his own liking.

The psych project was due by the end of the semester, which was approximately two months from now, but after that one interaction, you and Mark had spent almost every night working on it in the library after hours. It had been a full month of you spending every opportunity with him.

mark: hey, can we meet at my place tonight, i’ll pick you up? new library assistant is closing instead of me

you: yeah sure.

This was new, very new, and you were slightly panicked at the thought of being in his dorm.

While Mark honestly only asked for you to come to his because he wasn’t closing the library tonight, he couldn’t help but daydream in his classes about being alone with you in a security camera-free place. He was so shy and nervous around you but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t go home after every session with you and imagine things. It was so hard to not just kiss you when you sat in front of him, your lips so tempting. And it was so hard not to grab your waist and have you sit back down on his lap when you’d stand up to leave. No matter what scenarios his mind made up through the nights and days, he just couldn’t act on them.

“Hey, you ready?” Mark had been waiting outside your last lecture hall. “Yeah,” your voice came out a bit shaky. “Sorry we can’t just go to the library, if you just want to wait until tomorrow night so we can I understand,” he picked up on your apprehensiveness. “No, it’s fine, really.” It’s not like you didn’t trust him or want to spend the extra time with him, you just couldn’t shake the countless scenes your brain crafted for a moment like this. He was hot, you’d always known that, but after spending so much time with him alone, your nights were filled with lustful thoughts.

Something about the way your exposed thighs rest on his bed, the way the top of your breasts were scattered with goosebumps in his cold room, and the way you seemed so careful as you shifted around into a comfortable position, made all his nerves fade away. He felt rather calm and ready for whatever you wanted to do. “I know we both have our subjects picked out but I kinda wish I did mine over the mind and body's reaction to stimulation, like what is pleasure kinda thing,” he bit into his pencil gently, eyeing you up and down suddenly. Now, you were no fool, you’d thought about it over and over, there was no way cute and dorky Mark Lee couldn’t be a total freak with game. But somehow you were still a little shocked at his shift in mood and sudden vibe change like anxious Mark had seized to exist. “How would you research that?” it was Mark’s turn to be stunned. It’s like both of you had been holding a facade, waiting for the other to break it once the atmosphere presented a single ounce of sexual tension. I guess tonight was the night to show you just how confident he could be.

“I think I’d need to study another person,” his eyes got darker, more lustful as he stared at you. “And how would that be helpful?” you liked this game. “I could find out what makes her feel good and how she reacts.” “It’s never too late to change your project,” you stared right back at him.

Mark pushed forward, grabbing your face and pulling you into a heated kiss. His tongue played with yours, his lips probably bruising yours with how hard he was kissing you. He gripped your thighs, setting you on top of his lap, just like he had fantasized. “Why don’t you help then,” he whispered in your ear, biting down on your lobe like he had the pencil. You moaned at the sensation of him rubbing your core over his covered thigh. “You like it when I make you hump my thighs?” he sounded so hot. “Like it a lot Mark,” you gasped as he sucked on your neck. “Hmm, such a needy slut aren’t you? Hiding behind some bullshit shyness,” you knew you were about to come as he moved your hips faster over himself. “N-no,” you could barely handle how unreal it felt. He just laughed, “oh really? We’ll see about that tonight baby,” his words went straight to your pussy making it throb with need. “What if told you I want to fill that tight pussy of yours up with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs and your stomach is swollen with my baby in it, huh?” he shoved you off of him onto your back, pulling you toward his body by your legs. “S-stop, don’t say that Mark,” you tried to squeeze your legs together but he was stronger than you. “Why?” he kissed your clothed clit. “I think I’ll fucking cum,” you whined. His smirk was sadistic upon your confession. “Trust me, your gonna cum so many times you’ll forget your name.”

You felt more wetness gush out as he rubbed circles on your swollen clit. “Look at that, soaking through your panties onto my sheets like a fucking whore,” he pulled your panties down, taking in the sight of your glistening folds. “I think you’ve talked too much tonight baby, how about I make you shut up,” “Mark-” he shoved your lavender lace panties into your mouth. Your eyes were wide, “you know,” he leaned closer to your face, “you could just take them out, your hands aren’t tied up baby.” You just lay there still as more wetness coated your lower lips and he watched as it gushed out. Mark chuckled, “dirty slut likes it huh?” he shoved two fingers in you, pumping them at an excruciatingly slow pace. You grabbed onto the blankets next to you, your body not used to taking anything like that, it had been an extremely long time since you’d last had sex. “Damn baby, think you can take my cock?” you moaned his name but it was muffled. “No matter what, you will.” Your walls clenched around his two slender fingers, cumming harder than you usually did when it was your own. You watched as he pulled his digits out of you, his clean hand coming up to pull the panties out of your mouth. “Suck,” he pushed his fingers in your mouth, dick twitching in his pants as you licked his fingers clean of your juices. “Tell me how good it tastes,” he rubbed his hands over your breasts, fingers going to pull your shirt over your head. “Mark,” you whined, feeling a little embarrassed that he made you taste yourself. He kissed your naked boobs, popping the nipple he was sucking on out of his mouth, “Should I just taste for myself?” he crawled back down until he was face to face with your pussy again. “Let’s get this out of your way, I want you to watch me eat your pussy,” he threw your skirt on the floor, “look away and I won’t let you cum again.”

His plump lips kissed your lower ones like he was kissing you. His eyes bore into yours, poking his tongue out to lap at your juices, then going to suck your clit. “Mark, I can’t,” you wanted to throw your head back so bad. He sucked harder, making lewd slurping noises, moaning as he spread your folds open, his tongue fucking you. Mark kept doing this until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Ma-Mark I’m cumming,” he gripped your thighs harder, pulling your pussy into his face more like he couldn’t get enough. Even after you came he kept eating you out, “Mark please,” he pulled away, lips and chin covered in your cum. “Taste so fucking good should have been eating you every fucking night.” You looked down at him, he was still fully clothed, not to your liking at all. He sat back on his heels, wiping your wetness from his face, “what baby?” he had noticed you staring at his very apparent bulge. “Want my cock now huh?” he teased you. “Want me to get you, pregnant baby?” he egged you on more. “How about you flip around for me,” he pulled his belt from the loops.

You shifted onto your hands and knees arching your back just for him. “Hmm, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” he stroked his hand over your ass before slapping it hard. Handprints formed on you as he hit each side over and over, making you cry out desperately. “Mark,” you sobbed. He thrust into you without warning, stretching you open just for him. “Oh God,” he moaned as he felt your warm walls engulf his length. “P-please,” you couldn’t take it much longer, it felt like you were going to combust. “I-I can’t, it’s t-too much,” you pulled on his sheets, knuckles whitening. “Almost there baby, you’re doing so good,” his thrusts got more sporadic. “Mark,” you yelled a bit frantically as you came on him, your legs feeling wet and the sheets by your knees feeling damp. “Fuck baby,” he bit his lip, cumming inside of you, the feeling of you squirting all over him pushing him to the edge.

You both lay there in silence for a moment. “Mark,” you said softly, eyes closed as your body fell into exhaustion. “Hmm,” he turned toward you, running his hand through your soft hair. “Did this help your new project?” you smiled a little. He chuckled, “I think I need to study you a few more times.”

#requested #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #mark lee #nct mark #nct mark smut #mark lee smut

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