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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Hey I've got a request

Idk if you've written a fic about this before, so ignore this if you have

Late night conversations with big stepsis Nat has you admitting that you know next to nothing about sex except what you've read in textbooks

And Nat makes it her responsibility to teach (show) you everything she knows (especially all the kinky stuff)

Could you make is extremely smutty, please 🥺?

Step-sis

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2149

Warnings: step-cest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slightly dark/pervert Nat, fingering, head, bit of a needy Nat, possessiveness, jealousy, small angst, mentions of strap sucking,

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

“Alright you two, don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone!” Your father yelled out, he and your stepmother leaving in a hurry. They were going on their honeymoon in Peru, leaving you and Nat all by yourself. The two of you had always gotten along, you had sought her for guidance most of the time and she was always happy to show you. You thought it was a little weird when she taught you how to kiss for your first-ever date, but she said she was just being nice and that you need to be grateful for all that she gives you.

“So, what do you want to do?” Asked the redhead, now coming down the stairs in a pair of boxers and a tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, you could tell by the hardened nipples making their appearance in the cold room.

“Well, dad gave me some money so we can buy pizza. If you want, we could have a pizza and ice cream night?” They were your favorite nights, she thought it was adorable how you got excited over little things like that. A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head lightly,

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.” A smile broke way on your face as you grabbed your phone and found the number for your local restaurant.

An hour later and you both sat on the couch, most of the pizza finished as your ice cream started to melt. You had a show on, the one you two binged together. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you cuddled into her chest, your legs crossed over her own.

“Y/N?” Came her low voice, breaking the comfortable silence filling the room. When you hummed in response, she spoke again,

“Have you ever done that?” She pointed to the tv where two characters kissed down each other's bodies and removed their clothing. You gulped down any embarrassment you had and looked up at her, seeing her darkened gaze staring into your own.

“Uhm, no. No, I haven’t.” A small grin marked her face, you truly were her innocent little doll.

“Have you?” You wanted her to say no, that she’d never do that with someone other than you. But you knew that was unrealistic, she wouldn’t want to do that with you. Or so you thought. When you saw her nod, a small pit of jealousy formed in your body, you wanted her to be yours. You wanted to be the first person she’d touch, the first she’d fuck, the first she’d make love to.

“Oh.” She kissed the top of your head, leaving her lips there for a moment too long before leaning back to look at you.

“‘Oh?’ What’s wrong?” You shook your head and started to move from her arms, only to be pulled back down by her strong arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you jealous?” She stroked your hair in her hands as you played with your fingers, feeling a hand rest on top of them to calm you down. Her forest green eyes stared into your own, concern marking her face.

“I’ve never really done that stuff. And, I mean, you’re experienced and I bet you’re great too. Gosh, it’s stupid.” She urged you to speak, wanting to hear every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“C'mon, I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” You sighed and whispered out,

“I want to be those girls you bring home every night, I want to be the one you kiss and make love to.” She couldn’t have been happier hearing those words. She wanted nothing more than to ruin you with her fingers, her strap, her mouth. Every time she’d bring someone home, she’d picture it being you. You beneath her as you begged her to let you cum, it got her wet just thinking about it.

“Sweetheart, come here. God, you’re so cute! You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hear you say that, I’ve been waiting so long.” She chuckled at your confused expression, dragging her finger across your jaw as she pulled you in. Your lips brushed her own as she stared down at them.

“Can I?” She mumbled, receiving a short nod in return. Her mouth landed on yours as she kissed you with passion, wrapping her hands around the back of your head to keep you close. She never wanted to let go. And when breathing became an issue, she would’ve rather died than pull back. Her forehead clashed with yours, the two of you panting against each other.

“My love, your lips feel even better than before. Have you been practicing what I taught you?” Seeing you nod only angered her further. You were hers, not anyone else’s. How could anyone think they could do that with her girl?

“With who? Who did you kiss, baby?” She thought of everyone it could’ve been. Was it Kate? Carol? Steve? Bucky? Peter-

“Wanda. I kissed Wanda.” Her nostrils flared, lips closing in a tight-lipped smile. You studied her facial expressions, you knew she wasn’t happy.

“That bitch. She thinks she can touch my girl? She thinks she can kiss my girl? Did she touch you? Did she fuck you?” You shook your head quickly, watching as she now paced around the room, filled with anger. She stopped dead in her tracks hearing your soft voice,

“No, daddy, I kept them for you, just like you said.” She faced you this time, walking up to you with pure gentleness. You leaned into her hand placed on your cheek, giving it a small kiss before resting your head on her fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy. Did you do what I told you with your pillow?” She had asked you to rub your sweet cunt on the fabric anytime you needed her, but you were too scared to do a thing. You were too afraid that somebody would see, that Nat would see.

“N-no, I didn’t.” She blew out a small breath before running her hands across your body, feeling the curves and soft, lotion-covered skin. Her wandering hands found their way to your round breasts, palming them with slight harshness. She let out a small moan when hearing you whimper from the painful grasps.

“Were you nervous? Scared your daddy would catch you?” You didn’t know who she was referring to, herself or your father. But, you shook your head anyways,

“No? Then what was it? Why were you so scared, baby?” The hem of your shorts were played with as she slowly pulled the fabric down, your hips moving upwards to help her take them off. You were left in your drenched panties. You felt two digits slowly play with your clit through your underwear, you froze. This was wrong. So wrong.

“Nat, we can’t do this. You’re basically my sister-“

“Step-sister. And it’s not wrong, many of my friends do it with their step siblings too.” She firmly corrected you, hoping you’d believe her lie. None of her friends even liked their new families. But you were different, you were impossible not to play with and tease. The innocent glances you give her, knowing they’re nothing close to it makes it almost impossible not to bend you over the dining table. She wishes you both were under different circumstances, so she could show you off to everyone saying you’re hers. But for now, she’ll just have to touch you in private.

“Do-do they actually?” She only nodded for an answer, watching as you started to calm down a bit. She never liked lying, but she’d do anything for you.

“All of them. They play with their friends sweet little pussy’s, just like I’m gonna do to you.” Your legs were forcefully pried open, your wet folds being left on display as the cold air hit you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. She tried to stop herself, but she had to have a taste. Her head was shoved into your cunt as her tongue played around with your clit, occasionally dipping in your hole to tease you. Her eyes stared into your own, seeing yours flutter shut as your mouth dropped open.

“Oh- Nat! That feels so- fucking good!” Her hand came crashing down on your thigh, her face leaning back as you tried to chase after the feeling once more.

“No fucking swearing, Y/N. Did your dad never teach you your manners? Aww, don’t worry, daddy will teach you everything you need to know.” You hoped she’d continue to eat you out, but she only sat next to you again. You were on the verge of tears, begging her to finish you off until you felt the pads of her fingers touching you again. She held your figure in her arm as the other traveled to your throbbing cunt. You were clenching around nothing, fuck it got her so turned on. Everything about you got her so unbelievably horny. She just wanted to fuck you and never stop, wanted you to feel every inch of her every second of the day.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, my love, I need to. I need to just finger this tight little pussy!” You felt two digits slide into you, your walls wrapping around them immediately. She let out a loud moan when feeling your warmth. It was heaven.

“Oh- shit! Your sweet fucking cunt is so goddamn precious, and all mine. You’re all fucking mine, every inch of you.” She didn’t care for the painful stretch it might bring you, she just needed to feel you. She moved your body so you sat facing her, your legs spread wide open as she towered over you. She needed to taste you again, she was addicted. You were like a drug to her, she couldn’t get enough. Her mouth returned to your swollen clit, sucking the hardened bud in her mouth. You were a moaning mess, clutching onto anything you could see as your legs shook.

“God, you taste so good! Can never get enough of you, I need you every single minute. You’re the best toy I’ve ever had, so pure and innocent. I’m the first to touch this pussy, aren’t I?” You nodded along with her words, trying to speak until a loud moan took over you.

“Yes! Yes, you’re the first and only!” She smiled into you, the thought of you being hers made all her fears go away. The fear of you liking Wanda. The fear of you just wanting sex. The fear of losing you. And the fear of your parents catching you. She couldn’t care at that moment, all she wanted to do was make you cum.

“Daddy, I feel weird.” You didn’t understand this feeling, you’ve never even had an orgasm.

“It’s alright, you’re going to cum, baby. You remember what I showed you with those two girls on that video?” You racked your brain for what she was talking about, finally remembering exactly what she was insisting.

“Yeah, w-when those two girls were grinding on each other. And then that girl- came!” The last word was shouted out, the sensation becoming too unbearable to hold in.

“I think I’m gonna-“ She cut you off, “Shh, I know, I know. Do it for me, cum for daddy.” You felt like you were going to pee, you hoped that was normal. Splashes of your juices sprayed the woman’s face, covering her in your slick.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m so sorry!” Your breathing wasn’t calmed, but you felt too bad. She shook her head and continued to lick your cunt, grabbing every drop in her mouth.

“Kitten, you taste so good! Have you ever tasted yourself?” Were you supposed to? Isn’t that weird? Reading your expression, she used her fingers to show deep into your mouth. You choked slightly, the sudden shock making it harder to focus on doing it right. You wanted to impress her, show her you were better than those other girls.

“Good girl, so good! Can't wait for this to be my strap, I’d love to make you swallow every last drop of my cum.” You gave her your best doey eyes as her other hand traveled into her pants. She circled her clit, picturing it was you. All the times she’d fuck herself, all she could think about was you. You and your sweet panties that she’d steal only to put them back covered in her cum. She never thought she’d be such a fucking pervert, but you made her this way. You made her want to go to any extent to have you, even if she had to remove that whore from your life. No matter what she had to do to have you, she’d do it. And she’d make sure everyone would know you’re hers, no matter what.

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itsbopp · 11 months

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Can you write gwen stacy x fem reader when her spider-sense goes off and realizes that you're in danger ( also, can it angst in the beginning, then turn into comfort I would like that very much)

Just Be Careful - Across The Spiderverse | One Shot

A/N: Got you! I'm not extremely well-versed (no pun intended) in writing angst, so I hope I did your request some justice!

SUMMARY: After getting into an argument with Gwen, you leave to try and clear your head. However, what once was a walk that was meant as your way of calming down, quickly turned into a life-or-death situation with a group of thugs, who were up to no good.

WARNINGS: All characters are 18+. Swearing, Angst/Comfort, Weapons, Descriptive Physical Violence.

WORD COUNT: 3400+

Gwen hated getting into fights with you.

They didn’t at all compare to the ones she would have with the typical criminal that roamed Chelsea, New York. Those were physical altercations, and it always ended with her winning and feeling accomplished, because she got rid of a genuinely bad person. The ones she had with you were sometimes heated, and although there was that urgency to try and win the argument, it never felt like she succeeded. Even if her opinions on the matter the two of you disagreed on made more sense than yours, she still disliked the fact that you and her couldn’t have had a calm conversation about your different stances.

Maybe it was stress this time that so easily tipped you over the edge and caused you to become so angry with her. Intermixing school and work was the worst concoction to have. The blonde tried her hardest to understand what might have been going on with you. Maybe she should have just pushed away her desire to get her point across, and simply asked you what the deeper reason for your frustration was. But she couldn’t. Not now, at least. You had left the apartment. You slammed the door and it felt like it rattled the entire building.

It didn’t take a genius to gather that you were pissed off.

And, from what she had gathered, it was all because of the fact that Gwen wasn’t understanding your concern for her. You knew she was Spider-Woman. You found out early on, and it was due to the fact that she had crawled through the window of your shared apartment one night to try and be sneaky. But you were pulling an all-nighter, and so as you sat on the couch, watching TV, you just about had a heart attack when you saw this random woman in a tight black, white, and pink suit come into your apartment. You screamed, she screamed. You threw your box of popcorn at her, she – surprisingly – webbed it to the wall before it could even hit her, and then it was a domino effect from there.

When she eventually showed you that she was the one and only Spider-Woman, you freaked out. And you had every right to, she thought. Hearing the news, reading the newspaper and seeing all of the things Gwen got herself into, it instilled a lot of worry in your chest, because you were well aware that this superhero of New York was getting herself into a lot of crazy situations. And they were ones that could have easily gotten her killed. And so that was where your concern came from.

The weighing dread of responsibilities didn’t help your mood, however. And so as you thought about what had happened at that apartment, you felt a little guilty for the way you blew up on her. Your last words consisted of, ‘I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the fucking day,’ and of course, she came back with her own two sense, that only caused you to scoff in turn and slam the door shut before she could truly finish her retort. Something along the lines of, ‘you won’t be thinking that when you need me to save your ass.’

At first, you thought that the statement was belligerent and arrogant.

But now, you didn’t really think so.

Staring down the barrel of a gun wasn’t on your to-do list for the day. The man who held it shook the weapon impatiently while he yelled at you, but with the way your heart pounded, it caused your hearing to only pick up the rhythmic drum of the organ. You could feel yourself losing air as anxiety washed over you like a heavy tsunami, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get yourself to fall out of your frozen state.

Clearly, it was causing the thug anger, and the two goons that had joined him also showed their own feelings of frustration. When one of them lunged forward and gripped the collar of your shirt to shove you into the wall, the other smacked the metal of their bat onto the brick surface you had been slammed up against, right beside your head. You flinched, rightfully so, but surprisingly, it seemed to be the thing that snapped you back into reality. Voices, gruff and cold, came back to your senses, and you could eventually hear the bustling of the dark New York streets from the alley you were stuck in, as well as the shaky breaths that slipped from your lips.

“Either you give us everything you fuckin’ got, or I’ll beat your skull in!” You flinched when the man who gripped the collar of your shirt harshly smacked your cheek. It caused your head to turn and for a pained gasp to escape you, as a heated stinging sensation spread across the right side of your face. The hand that fell onto you was rough and callous, which only made the feeling all the more excruciating, though you weren’t able to dwell on it when a heavy fist suddenly slammed itself into your gut.

All the air inside of your lungs vanished as a bloom of agony spread throughout your abdomen. Your eyes were quick to snap shut, and you unwillingly showed your pain when you clutched your stomach with your arms and fell to the ground. Your knees slammed against the cold cement of the alley way, and before you could even regather yourself, a boot planted itself against your shoulder and shoved you to the floor. You weren’t able to stop your teetering body, due to the power of the push, and so the moment the rest of your form hit the ground, your head was quick to follow.

The feeling of your skull cracking against the concrete wasn’t pleasant. Even the men who gathered around you hesitated to continue their assault. Though, when you let out a weak groan and rolled yourself to lay on your back, that seemed to be the thing that pushed the muggers back onto the task of robbing you blind. Before you could even react, you felt grimy hands grab onto your body, searching through the pockets of your pants, while a pair of footsteps moved past you to search through the backpack you had dumbly brought with you when you left the apartment earlier.

As much as you didn’t want them to steal everything that you had, you lacked the strength to do anything about it. You felt them rummage for your wallet, your keys, the single dollar bills you had, if you ever needed cash for something. Your pockets soon became voidless pits. You could hear their voices, even as the world around you spun like some extremely fast merry-go-round. You didn’t know what they were saying. However, you could notice the way their tones switched from calm to panicked and terrified in the matter of minutes.

“In this day and age, you’re still robbing people in alleyways?!”

You knew who had voiced the quip without even needing to see their face. The zipping of webs and grunts filled your ears as you stared up at the sky, and in your daze, you noted the way the walls of the alleyway slightly closed in, which almost covered the sight of the moon that illuminated the world. Scuffling of boots and a surprisingly high-pitched yelp echoed to your left, which caused you to lull your head to the side, only to see one of the men who had attacked you slam against the wall, as a glob of spider string spread across his chest to keep him there.

It wasn’t difficult to find out where the other culprits of your less than ideal state had gone. Hanging from the balcony of a fire exit, the two men were wrapped within a cocoon of webbing. They struggled in their confinements, and you would have laughed at the sight, if your head hadn’t felt like someone drilled into it with a power tool.

Even though you left on a terrible note earlier in the day, you were elated when you saw the familiar figure of Spider-Woman drop down from wherever she had been perched. She landed against the cement like a graceful ballerina, but she was swift in popping up to her full height and rushing over to you the moment she saw that you were still laying on the floor. “Shit shit shit–!” You could hear her voice, albeit muffled, and the way she was clearly concerned for your wellbeing. The expletives that leaked out of her mouth from behind her mask made the corner of your lip quirk slightly, amused. Though, the expression quickly vanished once you felt how sore your jaw had become, just from the simple action.

However, when Gwen knelt down to your side and cradled your face with her covered hands, you felt the pain that surrounded your head subtly dissipate. The way they touched you with a profound amount of comfort, compared to what you had dealt with only moments prior. Her palm was gentle in the way that it moved to cradle the back of your skull. Still, you couldn’t prevent the groan that bubbled within your throat from slipping out. “I’m sorry,” you impulsively uttered, even though speaking seemed to be too much, with the way your abdomen uncomfortably throbbed.

“Please don’t start apologizing like you’re dying,” Gwen told you worriedly, as you felt her hands move away from your head. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t able to say anything in response, before you felt her arms slide under your body, and hoist you up. You let your own limb lazily loop around the back of her neck as she held you against her chest, and in the process, you couldn’t help but to glance down at the cement you had just used as your temporary resting place. You didn’t miss it, and honestly, you were only checking to see if you had left any blood behind.

You didn’t, thankfully.

And so, it didn’t take long before you turned your focus back towards Gwen, and even though her face was covered by the mask she wore to hide her identity, you could still feel the worry that radiated off of her, with the way she stared down at you. It was dark out, yet with the moon shining down, and the artificial lights from buildings and signs radiating their glow across the walls of the alleyway, it wasn’t difficult to see her. “Thank you,” you eventually muttered, but all you got in turn was a wave of silence.

She nodded her head passively, before she spoke up. “Let’s just… go home.” She ignored your apology, which conveyed that she clearly wasn’t wanting to hash out your issues in a disgusting alleyway, while a trio of similarly disgusting burglars watched on. You understood, though a part of you had wished to receive the reassurance that things were okay between the two of you.

You knew it wasn’t that easy, however.

— — — — — —

You let Gwen carry you home under the guise of Spider-Woman, and you practically fell asleep due to how smooth of a journey it was. The trip was silent, full of pondering thoughts that circled throughout both of your minds. You slowly came to the realization that you were overly harsh when you had left, and the blonde had eventually come to terms with the fact that she was being way too hard-headed for her own good. She could have easily used the excuse that it was a trait she got from her dad, but it wouldn’t have made the situation any better, and she was well aware of that.

Gwen let you go through the window of the apartment first, and you almost fell into the room, due to the unbearable soreness you felt surrounding your abdomen and head. Luckily, your girlfriend was quick to slip into the room right after you, and your arm was silently slung over her shoulders as she walked you towards the bathroom with her own limb secured around your waist.

As much as you didn’t want to be the one to break the silence, you felt a wave of amusement fill your chest when Gwen helped you up onto the bathroom counter. “Well, this is romantic,” you mumbled, as you settled yourself onto the granite and fidgeted with your scraped up hands, all while you slightly swung your bruised legs back and forth. Sarcasm dripped from your tone when you spoke, but you could tell that the woman in front of you wasn’t pleased with your attempt at being comical.

Gwen sighed and tugged the hood of her outfit down from hanging over her head. The moment she slipped her mask off of her face, she shook her head to settle her messy blonde hair back to normal, though she didn’t show a shred of joy in the action. For the first time in what felt like forever, your eyes eventually met her blue ones, and it didn’t take a magnifying glass to notice the shiny look in her gaze. The amusement you once held within your chest swiftly vanished, and a deep frown overtook your features as you watched her set her belongings next to you, before she moved close and wrapped her arms around your body.

You felt your head press against the middle of her chest when her hand came up to pull you into her. The embrace that she gave you was tight, and you were quick to reciprocate it, as your own limbs moved up to hug around her waist. Her face moved down to bury itself in your hair as she squeezed your form, and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes when a wave of comfort washed over you. She seemed to find solace in the touch when she breathed you in and let out a shaky exhale, which caused your heart to squeeze even more than it already had, as your fingers scratched along her back, attempting to calm her silent worry.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave. Not while we were still mad at each other,” Gwen mumbled, her voice muffled. “I tried looking for you when you did, but you just… you just vanished, and then I felt that you were in danger and I…” She trailed off and pulled back from the hug to look you in the eye. Her hands moved from behind your back to gently cup your face, and she furrowed her eyebrows in sorrow as your chin angled up to meet her concerned gaze. “I thought you died.” She shook her head and rubbed the pad of her thumb along your cheek, just barely grazing over the bruise that had formed on your skin, which caused her focus to flicker towards it for a moment. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I know you care, but I guess I just felt like you didn’t trust that I could keep myself safe.”

“I do trust you, Gwen,” you quickly replied, as your hands came up to hold onto her wrists. You didn’t try to push her palms away from your cheeks, though you made sure to give that part of her body a gentle squeeze, as a way to silently assure her that you weren’t upset. “And I know that you’ve got these crazy superhuman abilities because of what happened with you and that spider – which is still a story that I don’t understand–” You cut yourself off before you started rambling about an entirely different thing. A sigh slipped from your lips. “But… the point is that… even though you have the strength to lift – like, two cars or something, and the durability that allows you to get flung into a building a bunch of times without obtaining so much as a scratch… that still doesn’t mean you’re invincible,” you clarified, “I don’t want to come home one day, turn on the news, and find out that Spider-Woman – my Spider-Woman is dead.”

Gwen frowned, “That won’t happen.”

You pulled her hands away from your face and clutched them between your own as they fell into your lap. “But you don’t know that.” You shook your head and clenched your jaw, feeling a sense of worry hit your chest. “That’s what I’m so scared of. That your confidence will turn into arrogance,” you admitted, your voice soft. “I just don’t want it to be your downfall. That’s all.” You paused to gauge her reaction, but she only lowered her gaze and looked at the floor, as she slowly nodded her head. “I understand that crime-fighting is – basically – your full-time job, but I just need you to promise me that you’ll try not to let that confidence get to your head.”

“I’ve gotten hurt many times before,” Gwen muttered, “I’ve healed… I always heal.”

“But what happens when someone manages to get to your heart? Or another organ that could determine whether you live or die?” She remained silent, and you squeezed her hands tightly, trying to make your statement hold more weight to it. “You’ve gotten hurt before, but what if the next time, it’s fatal?” The question was rhetorical, and when she didn’t respond, it allowed you to continue. “All I’m asking, Gwen, is that you just try to be careful. Because I know you’re not all the time, and that’s what scares me.”

Gwen knew that you were right. Just like every other Spider-Man in existence, she was also one that got herself into close calls with her fair share of what she called villains of the week. At first, she never truly worried about it. However, now, the reality of being in a relationship – while also being Spider-Woman – was hitting her hard. For the sake of helping you sleep at night, she needed to think about the consequences of her actions, which felt ironic, considering she had said similar things to the bad men and women she locked up.

What goes around comes around, she thought.

Although she was an extremely stubborn individual, Gwen could see the pleading look in your eyes, which was the ultimate thing that cracked her.

With a long, heavy sigh, she eventually relented, as her shoulders slumped, and a slightly exhausted expression fell onto her pale features. “Okay, okay…” She trailed off, before she pulled her hands out of the hold you had them in, and rested them back onto your cheeks. “I’ll be more careful from now on.” You felt her press a firm kiss to your forehead, and just as you were about to speak up and give her your thanks, she pulled back and held onto your chin with her fingers. “You too, though,” she added, which made your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I don’t want to see all this on your pretty face.” She gestured towards the bruising that had developed on your skin, which caused you to lightheartedly scoff.

“Well, now you know how I feel when I see you come back from a fight all beat up,” you retorted. "And besides, it wasn't like I asked to be robbed in an alleyway."

Gwen pressed her lips together, before she pursed them in understanding and nodded her head. “Okay. Touche. You’ve got me there.” You shrugged, as if to silently say ‘I know,’ and instead of the usual quip you would have received from your girlfriend in response to your reaction, all she gave you instead was a loving stare that portrayed comfort. “Okay,” she hummed, before she let go of your face and stepped back to grab a medical box she had laying around… somewhere. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

You stared at your partner for a few moments, watching as she scrounged through drawers and cabinets in an attempt to find where she had misplaced her medkit. Although the wounds on your skin slowly started to hurt, you couldn’t help but smile softly at the dorkiness she exuded. You yourself still had yet to apologize, but in that moment, you made a mental note to do so the moment she wasn’t too busy worrying about patching you up.

Couples fought. It was a normal thing.

You were just glad that it didn’t end everything.

#spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy x reader #atsv x reader #itsv x reader

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bonniebird · 7 months

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Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?" Billy Loomis with female reader #halloween2023

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You turned to see the guy from the store he was staring at you. You knew most of the people at the party but you weren’t sure who he was or who would have invited him, at least not without warning the group to a newcomer in the group.

His gaze was so intense that you grabbed the nearest friend’s arm. Billy turned to snap at whoever had grabbed him but stopped when he saw it was you.

"He looks like a serial killer." You whispered to Billy who looked amused as he looked from you to the guy staring at you.

“His eyes follow you like a creepy painting.” Billy muttered. You laughed nervously but gripped his arm tighter. “Watch out he doesn’t get you.”

You looked up at Billy clearly uncomfortable and he smiled at you. He let you cling to his arm as he pushed through the crowd towards Stu and Tatum. You glanced over your shoulder and jumped a little bit as you saw that you’d been followed.

“Is he following us?” You asked quietly. Billy looked where you were and saw the same guy again.

“Maybe he’s that killer the cops said was on the loose.” Billy said with a cruel tone and chuckled when you gasped and visibly stiffened. You managed to lose him in the crowd and stuck close to the group. It wasn’t until Tatum gave you a ride home and you realised that you’d left your bedroom window wide open all day that you thought back to the creep. There was a sick feeling in your stomach as you rushed to close the window and peered out. You were sure that every shadow was some masked murderer coming for you. Slowly you check each room until you hear the sound of your bedroom window sliding open. You yelled as you grabbed at something leaning against the wall and ran to your room, swinging at whatever it was.

“Ah! Hey! It’s just me!” Billy yelled. You stopped and realised that you had closed your eyes in fright and that you were brandishing a broom. Looking at Billy you could see the bump on his head where you’d managed to strike him.

“Sorry! I’m a bit on edge.” You said breathlessly. Billy finished climbing into the room and glanced behind him. You saw something move but didn’t think anything of it as Billy turned back to you and reached out a hand, gently putting it on your shoulder as he stared at you.

“You aren’t going to beat me up again?” He joked and you scoffed.

“I only hit you because you snuck in through my window. Why are you even here?” You asked and Billy sighed.

“I was driving over to Stu’s. Saw that creep hanging around down the road. Figured I’d make sure you were ok.” Billy said quickly. You nodded slowly and gestured to the living room.

“Well… thanks. To be honest I was a little nervous. Bing out here on my own.” You answered. He accepted a can of pop from you as you fetched one from the kitchen and sat in the living room on the sofa as you fiddled with the TV to get it to work. “You… you don’t have to stay if you had plans.”

“Oh… I could stay for a while. Till you feel better? I just need to make a call if that’s ok?” Billy asked. You nodded and pointed out where the phone was. Billy headed into the kitchen to make his call as you flipped through the channels to find something interesting. Billy came back after a few minutes and sat awkwardly at the end of your sofa. The two of you weren’t really used to spending time one-on-one. After a few reruns of old shows, there was a banging at the door. You jumped and leapt up while Billy slowly went to see who it was. The door burst open and you screamed as Billy was knocked backwards. You stopped and took a slow, sharp breath in as Syd forced her way in.

“You! You! Get away from (Y/N)!” She yelled at Billy who scrambled to his feet. “You murderer!”

“What?” You asked as you got between them and stopped Syd from throwing one of your mother’s vases at Billy.

“Someone down the road was killed. He did it! I know he did.” Syd accused. Tatum ran into the house behind her, her brother following.

“Well, he couldn’t have done that…” You said quietly. Syd shushed you which made you turn furiously to Tatum and fill her in on what had happened since you last saw her.

"If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Y/N) when we were alone together?" Billy snapped at Syd who scoffed at him.

“Syd he’s been with me almost the entire time I’ve been home. He must have shown up… maybe five to ten minutes after me.” You explained. Dewey cleared his throat and stepped closer to Syd.

“If that’s true then Billy couldn’t have done it.” He said quietly. Billy smiled smugly and raised his eyebrows as Syd growled out a noise of frustration under her breath and stormed out of your house.

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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months

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Sharing is Caring (Renji Abarai x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Hey y’all! I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while now and I had a hard time choosing which character would suit it. It was between Ikkaku, Kisuke and Renji. So I chose Renji! Cos’ I’ve never written anything about the guy. I kinda went soft on writing him cuz I had to control myself 😩. Or did it? Anyway! Of course, you can use any character to your liking. I had fun writing this. Enjoy! 💕😉

PS: there might be a part two to this. 😚 *fingers crossed*

Synopsis: Renji wants some more time with you before bedtime but you’re ignoring him . you want to watch your favorite movie in peace while eating a good ol’ Twix chocolate bar in your hand. What’s he gonna do?

⚠️WARNING: NSFW‼️, slow burn, fore playing, fingering, sneaky n’ spicy pineapple head, squirting, GRAMMAR.

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It’s finally Friday.

You’re sitting comfortably on the small couch at renji’s place. You’re also watching a horror movie while eating a Twix bar - that you picked up from the candy bowl, on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile, Renji is washing the dishes after eating a delicious dinner with you.

Soon after, Renji dragged out a long sigh as he walked into the living room. He saw you invested in eating the chocolate bar, your eyes wide open as loud screams and shattered glass came from the tv screen.

She looks hypnotized. He snorted to himself.

Hmmm. A smirk came up on his face, slowly. He quietly walked towards the back of the sofa. Careful not to make the wooden floor creak; Getting closer to his prey. The screams were so intense and relentless that you didn’t hear renji walk into the living room. Until…“Boo!” A pair of hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders. “Aaah!!” Your eyes closed shut. Your body felt completely empty from the scare. you turned your head and screamed at the red-headed man.

“Renji! Why would you...Don’t do that! You know I’m watching a scary movie, jeez!” You yelled, not realizing that you’re squeezing the poor chocolate bar. Almost falling out of the wrapper.

“Well then. I’m glad you got frightened.” He smirked, your eyebrows twitched. “because you’re eating the last Twix bar.” He pouted, raising himself and crossed his arms. You watched him. Getting a better view of him now. His broad body - his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, tattoos covering up to his head; his hair in a messy bun. Yeah. He’s hot. But that’s not the point! You lost your train of thought.

“Oiii. Y/nnnn.” He called you, pointing at the bar. You blinked. “Eh?” You looked down at the source in your hand. half of it literally on the verge to fall out of the package. “Pffft!” You laughed. Oops. “You can’t be serious! You turned your head back to look at him. “It’s just a chocolate bar, Renji.”

“That you didn’t even share. With your boyfriend.” He continued to pout, walking around the couch to sit next to you. You snorted at his reasoning; You were going to protest but he cut you off, “Make room for me.” You moved over a bit - your legs folded to the side. You watched the red-headed man; trying not to laugh - bitting your bottom lip.

He sat next you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer to his chest. “Here.” You quickly aimed the half broken chocolate bar to his lips. He leaned down pulled it out with his teeth and and ate it. Your listened to the crunchy sounds. “Feel better now, baby?” you emphasized, smiling up at him. Renji didn’t miss it. He just chewed until he was satisfied. “Yeah.” He licked his lips, looking at the tv screen.

“You’re such a baby, Baby.” You pointed out, poking his left cheek with your index finger. “I’m not.” He said, looking serious.

Liar. You looked at back the tv screen and wrapped your arm across his midsection, and slowly caressed it, while your head laid on his broad shoulder.

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Moments later, you found yourself leaning against the armrest of the couch. Almost halfway through the movie; Leaving Renji alone. His eyes slowly turned to your direction. Clearly, you’re still deeply invested in the movie. But, he isn’t. As loud banging noises, gore, and screaming filled the dark room, renji moved closer to your side. Careful not to interrupt you.

He gently lifted your folded right leg and puts it in between his legs. You scoot over a bit to stretch your back - feeling a bit better after sitting on your side for a while. His fingers then circled your inner thigh. Making you squirm under his touch. Feeling the feathery sensation from his rough calloused fingers, he gently kneaded it. “Is my leg that interesting to you, babe?” You giggled, letting him continue his task. He grinned, “Hm. Maybe.” His brown orbs followed his hand slowly grazing your soft skin - gliding it up and down your thigh.

He moved closer to you - wrapping an arm around your waist; pulling you closer to him as he started leaving kisses on your shoulder. His other hand continued to caress your inner thighs. eventually moving it up to skim your midsection. His lips felt so warm and comforting on your skin - feeling relaxed from his ministrations while you watched the movie. Then, his hand slid down to knead your inner thigh again. “Mmm.” You giggled. “Your hand is very warm, babe.” You praised him while you watched the movie. A throaty chuckle was heard from him while he kissed your shoulder.

He stopped leaving gentle pecks on your shoulder and said, “I know.” He bit his bottom lip and his eyes looked up at you, slowly yet slyly. He slid his hand down to your covered pussy while checking to see your reaction. You shivered when you felt his fingers slowly move in the -right- leg hole of your shorts from underneath. you breathed in deeply when his rough callous pads brushed passed your puffy lips to stroke your folds, side to side. You listened to him hum close to your ear; finding out that you aren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, babe?” He mumbled, your pussy throbbing as he stroked your hole with his middle finger, teasingly. You shook your head before he slid his fingers up to rub your clit in circles. He smirked while he looked at you. Beginning to feel your slick arousal on his fingertips. “Hm. I like your honesty.” He softly chuckled, knowing that you like it.

He then moved his hand away and palmed your pussy above the fabric. You can feel a wet spot on your crotch on your shorts - the thin layer making it easier for his fingers to rub your clit and how slippery the fabric was getting while doing so. “Mm.” You softly moaned, your clit throbbing at the sensation. he leaned closer to you - his chest resting on your side, he began kissing up your neck softly. You felt the warm exhales on your neck while continued he circled your throbbing nub.

“Mmm.” You whined, feeling his lips on that one spot that makes you flutter. He form a smirk on your neck while the sounds of his soft lips smacked against your skin; distracting you. “Ren.” You whispered, sitting up properly after laying on the armrest of the couch. “What are you doing?” You asked softly, looking at him. trying not to seem turned on by his actions. his eyes glowered and he bit his bottom lip. You held your breath for a second. You saw it. And he knows you can’t get over at how attractive he is.

“you know what I’m doing.” He mumbled, now moving his hand up to caress your midsection. You tucked your lips in. “What? You don’t believe me?” He pretended to seem concerned. You slowly shook your head. He slid his hand down to your inner thigh and stroked it. Up and down. “Ma. I thought… I felt something.” He kneaded it and said, “you were…responding to my…hmm…movements?” He raised an eyebrow. You pouted. You know what he’s doing. He wants you to admit that you’re liking it. “Like, What movements?” You asked, choosing to play his game too. He snorted and asked, “Can I show you, babe ?”

You nodded. “Just watch the movie.” he mumbled. You turned back to the tv and already, he resumed rubbing your covered nub in circles. You spread your leg that’s close to his chest a bit more. he used his arm to push it close his chest for more room. “Babe.” He whispered. You turned to him and your lips met his. Both lips softly moved in tandem. The soft sounds of his lips smacking yours passionately makes you feel hot. Especially when his tongue was wrapping around yours, lovingly.

The gentle kisses went on for a while the movie played; probably missing the best parts of it too.

Renji slid his hand under one of the leg-holes of your shorts again - while his warm tongue licked around yours. “Mm..!” You squirmed, feeling his index and middle finger caress your clit, softly. Your clit throbbed relentlessly while his calloused fingers rubbed right on it. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. “Ugh.” You groaned, biting your lip as your breathed deeply. “Right here?” His middle finger rubbed it a bit quickly. You hissed and gripped his firm wrist with your dainty hand to keep it there. He applied pressure on your leg that he held back against his chest, while it trembled from the pleasure.

“Oooh.” You grunted, your head falling back on the headrest of the couch. “Oh baby..” you moaned breathlessly, feeling sparkling the fire in your stomach as started circling your hips, slowly. “Feels good, huh.” He smirked, knowing that He’s got you wrapped around his finger.

He stopped and dipped his finger into his mouth. You watched him lick his finger and brought it down to rub your clit.

You gasped and looked at him as your breath hitched; encouraging you to buck against it. His dark brown orbs pierced your eyes. The sounds of the cushions slowly creaking from your movements. “Oooh.” You voice cracked, rolling your hips in circles. Your warm arousal covered his fingertips as you grinded against it. “You’re so wet, baby.” He whispered with pure lust, spreading it around your folds.

You dainty hand held his wrist, feeling the muscles and veins move against your fingers. A specific whimpers rang his ears and he looked at you. You raised your hips to encourage him to at least put a finger inside your needy cunt. You needed something to squeeze on. “Oh.” He grinned, he slid his fingers up and down in between your slick folds and then down to your cunt. “Unh..!” your breath hitched, clearly ready for the best finger fucking from your boyfriend.

He slid them up to your clit to tease you. You attempted to look at him in the eyes, annoyed. but, now’s not the time. Your mind is too cloudy.

He kept doing that - hearing the wet sounds of your arousal slip on his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.” He said, sliding it down to your cunt and tapping it with a finger, teasingly. You whined - wanting him to just do it already. “Okay. Okay.” He mumbled.

Soon after, two big digit slid into your needy cunt. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he inserted them in your heat. Slowly, he thrusted them halfway, in and out. Feeling your tight plush walls squeeze him, lovingly.

Moments after, the slow strokes were becoming increasingly repetitive. You pushed your hips forward to get it all the way in. He hummed, feeling your tight walls squeeze them. “Watch the movie, baby.” He teased, chuckling when you failed to shoot a glare at him. Suddenly, he dug deeper into your heat; his fingertips rubbing your that spongy spot, playfully. “Ah!” You gasped, bucking your hips up.

“Ren.” You whimpered. He hummed. “F-faster…” you pleaded, rolling your hips to meet his slow strokes. He submitted by bending his fingers and increased his pace a bit. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt echoed in the living room. “Oh baby.” You said breathlessly, grabbing his face and pulling it close to yours. “Look at you. So needy.” He smirked, apply enough pressure into his thrusts - his thumb bumping against your throbbing clit.

Your needy lips captured his own. Both lips feeding off from each other with so much want. The sounds coming from you two got louder. “Mmm.” You whimpered, getting lost in between the heated kisses as you kept on rolling your hips to meet his strokes. From the outside looking in, You imagined another “you”, watching yourself getting fingered by Renji in front of the couch - bucking your hips up over and over to meet his thrusts. Very lewd. but, it’s a promising orgasm.

Your relentless clenching on his fingers. You’re getting closer to your release. “Good girl. Like that, baby.” Hebroke the kiss, wanting to listen to your broken whimpers. He still kept your leg back pulled up closer to him with his other hand; from behind. “That’s it.” He whispered, feeling how putty you are next to him. “Ugh.” You squirmed under his hold. still holding on to his face as you now laid on the armrest of the couch. His face extremely closer to yours, he looked into your eyes, deeply. “A-ah.” You cried, twitching and listening to the sounds of the lewd ministrations.

“Hmm. Keep doing that, baby.” Feeling extremely shy at how he’s looking at you and his praises, your eyes lowered down - to watch his hard thrusts enter you, instead. Your eyebrows lifted and gasped when he bumped your g-spot. “Oh! fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cried, his fingers rubbing that spongy spot again. And again. “Mmm…Ren.” You breathed out, slowly squirting on his fingers. Your warm arousal dripped onto the couch as you bucked your hips up to feel him more. He grunted and increased his pace. “Yeah, baby. Don’t be shy.” He said, hearing the wet sounds smack against his and your skin.

Your chest heaving - getting closer to your release, your breathe hitch in his face and your walls tremble uncontrollably. “Good. Almost there, baby.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your breath hitches bounced off the walls relentlessly as your hips began to gyrate against his fingers. “just like that." His forehead touched yours. your hands moved up to his cheeks. You breathe into his mouth; you were unable form any coherent words. You kept leaking while you focused on his fingers fucking you to oblivion.

Soon after, a sensation overtook your body. A Feathery one. One that flowed through your body. Quickly making you fidget under his hold and squirt a bit more. “Ooooh.” You pushed your head up against the armrest and arched your back - releasing everything you could feel in that moment.

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You felt very putty from the orgasm. So laid just laid on the armrest.

Meanwhile, revealing more of your neck, he started to leave gentle pecks on it, while he gave you a few more thrusts. “Ugh.” You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him hum against your skin while he leaves kisses on it, gently. Moments later, He slid his fingers out. You felt the the cool air brush your pussy and your thighs. And, other places.

A throaty groan came from him. You looked down at his red ponytail before he raised his head to look at you. “So. How was the movie?” He asked, smirking in victory as he began caressing your pussy in circles. “Renji.” You softly called him, still in a daze. . “Hm.” He grinned, busy rubbing your clit. “You’re very sneaky.” You pouted, your face still looking flushed out. “I told you to jus’ watch the movie, babe.” He still kept that knowing smirk on his face. You laid in silence - contemplating what you were going to do to this man. Something evil.

He chuckled, interrupting your plans. “Wanna watch another movie then?” You rolled your eyes. “My treat~” he sang out; giving another sly smirk on his face.

Damn, he’s good at this. His game, of course.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” You squinted. He laughed out loud - his head thrown back. You still squinted. He leaned closer to you and whispered, “I have hidden stash of snacks somewhere.”

“AND YET YOU CRIED ABOUT ME EATING THE LAST CHOCOLATE BAR?!” you gawked, sitting upright on your elbows - spot orgasm already left your body.

“Well sharing is caring, babe.” He chuckled at your reaction.

“I swear you’re - “

“In love with me. You are.” He cut you off. You were about to protest but he cuts you off again, “Now, make room for me.” He moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, listening to you mumble about how cocky he is and something about “pineapple head” slipping in somewhere along the lines.

“We’re gonna watch the Exorcist cos’ you’re saying weird things right now.” He said, holding the remote. “I have to change my shorts!” You refused but he pulled you close to his chest. You blushed and smiled softly at the screen. Attempting to forgive him. But -

“Okay, baby?” he emphasized, selecting the movie to watch and dropping the remote behind on the couch, and then kissing your neck, playfully.

Your eye twitched.

He’s gonna pay for that.

End.

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intuitivesef · 10 months

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A letter from your future spouse

Pick a card reading

Don’t second guess yourself when choosing a card. Trust your intuition.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t.

Masterlist

Moodboard. Dividers.

Pile 1:

Hi baby,

What’s up? How you doing? I hope you’re alright. I’m okay, I’m just dealing with some things, but you know when I meet you, I know I’m going to be so fucking happy. Just watch me light up looking at your dazzling eyes. Your beautiful smile. Your sassy walk. Everything about you is going to make me melt and I hope it does. HA, I can hear your laugh right now. I can't wait to do everything with you. Let’s go to the bakery, you have always wanted to go to? Hm, not right now? That’s alright, whatever you want baby. You know I think life is too short. I want to find you right now. I’m impatient, I know and I am working on that, but the thing is.. love hasn’t treated me so well and I just hope you treat me good. Of course, I ain’t going to project my past trauma with you.. I would never do that, but I just hope you treat me good. Because darling, I will treat you the best. I will spoil you like a princess/prince, flowers, gifts, dates, kisses, cuddles, whatever you want baby. Always and everything for you. I love you so much and I know I don’t say it as often, but that’s because I don’t know how to express my love.. it’s always through gifts. OH, I hope you like the gifts I make for you, please tell me you love them! 🧸❤. I’m kind of an anxious person, but don’t worry, I’m not CLINGY. Okay, okay, I’m kind of but like in a healthy way?? I just love your presence and attention; it makes me so happy. BUT, if it makes you uncomfortable, then please please pleaseeeee set a boundary with me. Okay? Do I sound weird to you? Was pleaseeee at the end too weird? I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again. Sorry. Sorry, I can’t stop apologizing, now I feel like I embarrassed myself. Again sorry.. I hope this message doesn’t bother you and I’m sorry it’s short. I feel awkward and embarrassed now, but please know how much I fucking love you!!!!”

Xoxo,

Anxious love

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Pile 2:

Hello my love,

I hope you’re okay. I’m alright. Right now, I am in the middle of studying. College isn’t fun, but that’s alright. I’m here for an education anyways. What am I studying you ask? Criminal justice, I like to become a lawyer. My father use to be a police officer, but sadly, he passed away. That used to be my dream job, but I do like crime and studying the topic, so a lawyer seems to be the best fit. I’d like to know more about you in the future. I cannot wait to cook for you and watch tv shows and movies with you. I am a patient person so when we meet, I will wait for you. Do not fret and assume I won’t wait for you.. I will always wait for you because you are my soulmate… and I will always choose you. Always and forever. What are your favorite flowers? I hope I can buy you your favorites on our first date, although, I won’t take you out to dinner or the movies. Let’s do something a lot crazier, yeah? I’m thinking of something classy yet amusing. I hope you have something in mind because we should plan it together. Do you like horror movies? I hope so. I find them amusing and I like yelling at the characters for doing something so stupid. I hope we can do that someday and if not, no worries. I see myself falling for you and moving in quickly. I’m not the one who follows blind faith, but you’re a lot different. I don’t know what it is because I always plan things out, but you—I must know you are my soulmate if I do something like that. Maybe you don’t believe in soulmates, but I do. I saw you in my dreams, so when we meet, I will know it’s you. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable. I hope you can feel it too. Please do.. it will feel kind of lonely if you don’t. Maybe you aren’t intuitive like me and if you aren’t, that’s okay too. I will help you unlock your psychic abilities. Till then mi amor.

Future spouse.

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Pile 3:

HIYA SUNSHINE,

Okay so, I don’t know what to say to you because I always say what I want to say to you BUT I got a lot to tell you, alright?? Okay. First thing, I love HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR SMILE IS AND YOUR EYES ARE SO PRETTY AND YOUR LIPS, I LOVE KISSING THEM. THEY'RE SO SOFT AND I LOVE YOU A LOT. OKAY YOUR PERSONALITY IS AMAZING AND YOU'RE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Yeahhh, I love you so much. I love the games we are going to play, the dates we have at the arcade, the fair, swimming dates, sports dates, really everything. I know you can handle my energetic personality because if you couldn’t then god wouldn’t pick you as my doll. Any who I’m so excited to see you and hold your hands. I’m a romantic bastard and I love the idea of love BUT DON’T WORRY, I am a good person. I’m not going to treat you like an object, I will treat you like a fairy. Like a queen/king. Like a god/goddess. Watch me. All my friends are going to be jealous because you are my lover and I hope they are because I’m one lucky bastard. Anyways, I hope you like reading books because I do. I love a good mystery and fantasy book. Right now, I’m reading acotar. It’s not that bad, but eh, whatever. You know what’s better? You ;). Yeah, you’re 100% better, wait.. actually 1k% better. I’m really flirty and naughty. Hope you can keep up, you better and if you can’t, of course you can. You just gotta get out of that comfort zone you keep putting yourself in. I know you do that and if you can’t get out then how are we going to meet? :(. At least try for me? You know I want to see you so BAD. Okay, I got a lot more to say to you, buuuuutttttt, let’s save it for the future, yeah? Alr, love ya. ;)))) (pssstt, imagine me winking and then smirking).

Hmm, how do I end this? I don’t care.

Kisses you passionately,

From the best lover from the whole entire town and world and beyond that and so on. Yeahhh, cya.

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Pile 4:

Love, hi.

There isn’t much I want to say to you. I’d rather keep it for the future, but you’re getting kind of impatient and you want to see me, right? No worries, same, same, but the thing is, we need to be patient about it. Love is a long process and if we want to see each other then we both need to heal from our past traumas. If we don't heal our past traumas and we both find each other and get into a relationship, it won't last like it's supposed to, and I see a future with you. I see a marriage with you, so let's wait. Okay? Right now, I’m dealing with a breakup I’m currently going through. It’s not easy, but I know this painful experience is leading me to you. I hope you aren’t dealing with anything bad and if you are then know I’m there, in your heart. You can also pray to whoever you believe in, but we both have to be patient. I saw you in my dreams and we had a beautiful baby daughter. If you don’t want kids, that’s okay, I mean it will hurt a bit, but it’s okay. I’m going to keep it as short as possible because everything I want to say to you, I will in the future, but for now.. please heal your past traumas and I will do the same thing, and then we will meet, and our chemistry will be off the chart, but till then, please take care of yourself, be safe, and know that I love you so so much, my angel.

Take care,

Your future spouse

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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The doorbell rings, for the billionth time that night, and Keith groans.

“Please,” he begs, “please can we pretend we’re not home.”

His husband gleefully ignores him, disappearing with a faint ‘pop’ sound. If Keith let his ears hear as far as they would like, he’d hear another faint pop as Lance reappeared in front of their door, candy bowl in hand, and the subsequent delighted gasps of various costumed children. He’s hear the young voices yell ‘trick or treat!’ in unison, and mourn the time when he very well could give them a trick instead, as Lance fawns over their little costumes, shovels a truly ridiculous amount of candy into their little pails, and then poofs back into the living room.

But he does not listen in, because he is — as Lance says — the Scrooge of Halloween, and refuses to find any joy in the stupid holiday.

“You are going to get yourself caught,” he mumbles into Lance’s hair, once the witch has resettled on the couch.

“Am not, batboy,” Lance responds breezily, leaning into Keith’s hold. “And so what if I get caught? What’re they going to do? Burn me at the stake again?”

“You jest, but that was a horrible thing to witness. I can’t believe how stupidly happy those asshole pastors and judges were.”

Lance hums, turning his head to press a quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “That was 400 years ago, my love. Let’s let the past stay in the past, hm? Plus, it didn’t even hurt, and you bled those motherfuckers dry, anyway.”

“And they were delicious,” Keith growls.

“Mm, somehow I doubt that. Didn’t the abundance of lead in every living surface in the 1600s make blood taste bitter?”

“…Okay, yes, but the satisfaction was very sweet.”

He feels Lance’s smile where its pressed into his collarbone. “Of course, cielo.”

They have a single moment of peace, then Keith’s ears twitch, and he growls.

Lance grins wider. “Hear some footsteps?”

“Your insistence on indulging this stupid tradition is making me want to break my no-eating-children rule.”

Lance laughs as he gets up — again — and puts on his truly gigantic witch’s hat, which is objectively kind of funny, but Lance has been making that joke since the 70s so Keith refuses to laugh. “Haven’t you heard Hansel and Gretel’s story, my love? Eating children is my job.” His eyes twinkle with mirth (literally. He lets a flash of green envelop his irises when he’s amused. Every time). “Don’t you know I’m fattening them up for a reason?”

He pops away again as the doorbell rings. Keith rolls his eyes fondly, unmuting the TV — a human invention he’s admittedly quite fond of — and watching absentmindedly some silly, animated character tries to outwit a bedlam.

Keith scoffs. As if a human could outsmart a bedlam. Those bitches could outsmart G-d. (Keith knows. He’s talked to the guy. Not very bright, that one, despite knowing all information ever to be known.)

“Oh, those ones were so cute!” Lance coos, popping back onto the couch. Keith rolls his eyes again.

Children-eater, his ass.

“The youngest one could barely walk on her little legs. She had the most adorable little fairy costume —”

Keith perks up. “Really? A faerie costume? With the empty eyes and sharp teeth and everything?”

“No, you dork. One of the fake fairies. The human-made ones.”

“Oh.” Keith pouts. Of course humans can’t even get a simply faerie right — as if the fae have tiny iridescent wings and slave their lives away keeping human lives in balance.

(Tinkerbell was a blight to human society. Pidge was so offended when she saw it that she snapped the disc used it to stab the last person she saw litter in her forest.

It was hilarious.)

“I hate humans,” Keith grumps. “They tolerable before, but now they’re infuriating. Damn the printing press.”

Lance bursts out laughing. “I promise you that humans were annoying long before literacy was widespread.”

“Yeah, but at least then I didn’t have to hear about it.”

“No? You never once donned your velvet cape and lace blouse and went looking for human gossip? I seem to recall you taking me to a masquerade ball or seventy in the gothic era, and you were quite happy to do so.”

…Fuck. Lance knows him too well.

“That was different,” Keith insists, lying like a liar. “Gothic era gossip was hilarious. They were terrified of me. I can’t count how many humans would whisper warnings to me about ‘dangerous blood-suckers living in the castle in the mountains’ only to faint when they saw my fangs. Now that —” Keith sighs wistfully — “that was an era.”

Lance places a gentle, mocking hand on his shoulder. “There, there, batboy. Humans still tremble at the thought of you and all the other Edward Cullens of the world.”

Keith glares at his husband, but there’s no heat behind it and the man knows it, judging by his smug, sunny smile. “You are a menace,” he says, leaning over and nipping his ear, just sharp enough to draw blood. “How dare you bring up that… disgrace to the vampire name.”

“The bane of your existence?” Lance clarifies, giggling. “The main reason you have so much beef with the 21st century?”

“I’m completely justified!” Keith cries, digging his fingers into Lance’s ribs. “Now humans write horny fanfiction about my kind instead of wallowing in terror! It’s horrible!”

“I mean, I get why they’re so lusty,” Lance says, wiggling his eyebrows. “There’s a certain something about those teeth, let me tell you.”

If Keith could blush, he would, but luckily for him he left that behind several hundred years ago.

(A thousand years ago?

Whatever. He’s been alive a long-ass time. Years start to blur.)

He grabs Lance by the ankle, pulling him closer and leaning down to press sharp kisses up his calf.

“Trying to ask for something?” he asks, voice muffled into Lance’s warm skin.

“Definitely trying to get somewhere,” Lance says, voice breathy and affected. “You should —”

Ding-dong!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Keith yells, and Lance bursts out laughing, hands pressed to his reddened face.

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “I think we’re done with trick or treating for tonight.”

He snaps his fingers, and a bowl painted like a jack-o-latern filled with candy appears hovering in front of him. He pulls it gently towards him, whispers something in Latin, and tosses the bowl in the air. It hovers directly above them, bright green smoke billowing around it in opaque clouds, before the smoke clears, leaving the bowl looking unchanged. Lance snaps his fingers again and the bowl pops out of existence again.

“There,” Lance says with no small amount of satisfaction. “Now they can get their own candy, and they won’t be able to take more than two, so it should last.”

Keith sighs, pretending to be indifferent, but really he’s just all fond and squishy. He hates halloween, sure — but he loves his husband, and his husband loves halloween, so he’ll put up with the holiday with as minimal complaining as possible.

Keith grins, devilish and sly. Besides, he thinks, the annoying part of halloween is over, now. Now comes the good part: Lance is always more…energetic, when there’s dark magic in the air.

And all hallow’s eve has plenty of dark magic hanging over every street corner.

“Now that there are no more interruptions,” he says, manhandling Lance until he’s straddling Keith’s hips, arms around his shoulders, their faces inches apart. “I think we were getting somewhere.”

Lance smirks, closing the distance.

“Yes, I think we were.”

#HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVES #take ur spooky voltron special!!!#this is silly and fluffy but the Lore i came up with for this universe…#vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #klance fluff #banter #witch lance #vampire keith #domestic fluff #my writing #fic fragment

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winchester-books · 2 years

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Four Months

Based On: obx

Characters: jj x reader

Warnings: mild lang / sexual references

W/C: 600

Summary: you accidentally let it slip that you and jj are dating- but by “accidentally” you mean you thought the rest of the pogues knew the whole time

You smile down at the “im here” text you’d just gotten from JJ, standing up from your place on the couch, “I gotta get going,”

“Where to?” Kie perks up, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

“Date,” you reply, smiling as you walk to the door.

“Date?!?” John B blurts out, making Kie and Pope look up from their movie, “With who?”

“Ha ha,” you roll your eyes, grabbing your backpack, “Very funny,”

“No, seriously, with who?” Pope pipes up, Kie looking expectantly over his shoulder at you waiting for your answer.

You frown, looking between the three, “Your joking…right?”

They merely stare back at you, clearly not knowing who you were talking about.

“Uhhh… my date, with JJ,” you furrow your brows as Pope’s mouth drops open, “Obviously…”

“I’m sorry- WHAT?” Kie stares at you, gaping and hardly able to say anything else.

“You and JJ?” John B looks as confused as ever, trying to put together the pieces, “JJ as in my best friend?? Like 6ft blonde surfer guy… Like, JJ Maybank?

“Our JJ?” Pope adds, eyes wide.

You don’t get the chance to respond when the door to the chateau swings open, “Ready?” JJ flashes you a grin as he locks eyes with you.

“You two are together?!” Kie nearly yells the words as she jolts up from the couch, clearly in shock and disbelief.

“Yes?” JJ answers with somewhat of a question, unsure why the three are looking at him like he was crazy. He shifts his gaze back to you, raising his eyebrows and silently asking what the hell was going on.

“What the hell?” Pope is standing up next to Kie now as he crosses his arms, “Since when?” He demands.

“You guys are dating???” John B sounds exasperated, trying to keep up with the shocking news.

You share another confused look with JJ.

“Is this some kind of joke?” You deadpan, searching their eyes for any sign of humor and finding nothing.

“Guys,” JJ cocks his head to the side, “We’ve been together… we’ve been together for like 4 months now,”

“WHAT?”

“What do you mean, “what?”” You can barley contain your laughter as they nearly lose their minds, “You guys can’t be serious- it’s not like we kept it a secret! Where do you think we run off to all the time?”

“Four months?” Pope is speaking to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You guys are shitting me, right?” JJ stares at John B who is shaking his head no.

“I guess we never flat out said we were dating, but we just kinda assumed you guys knew,” you shrugged, truly amazed that none of your friends had picked up on it.

“I mean come on guys, you’re telling me you’ve never heard us?” JJ’s eyes drift to the spare bedroom of the chateau that he’d basically claimed his own since he came over so often. “Not to pat myself of the back, but she gets really loud-”

“JJ!“ Kie cuts him off abruptly and you bury your burning face in your hands in embarrassment.

John B looks in horror at the door and makes a face like he’s going to throw up.

“Real classy,” Pope frowns at JJ’s crudeness.

“What?!” He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, but I’m not wrong-”

“JJ!” You smack him on the arm, mortified. “Nobody wants to hear about that- let’s just go,” you drag him out the door and he sends the room a sheepish smile and a wave.

“We’ll be back later tonight!” You promise, trying to pull the door shut before JJ can say anything else.

“I’ll try and make sure Y/N is quiet-” The sound of you screaming at him to stop fills the air before the door finally slams shut, leaving John B, Kie, and Pope dazed and confused.

“What the hell just happened?” Kie ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to fully process what she’d just witnessed.

“I couldn’t even tell you if I tried,” Pope said, shaking his head in shock.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx #outer banks x reader #jj maybank fluff

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morallyinept · 2 months

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 3 - FOR A LONG, LONG TIME

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

I don’t want your sorrys-

Five hour hike.

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Not often, no.

People.

Frank is.

I didn’t fall down any stairs.

Someone shot at me and missed.

Yeah.

No, I missed too. It happens more often than you think.

In general.

No.

Hang back a minute. I gotta grab some stuff I stashed.

You ask a lot of Goddamn questions.

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We hide supplies on routes in case we find ourselves short on gear, which I currently am 'cause-

No. I’m just zeroing in on it. It’s been a couple of years.

Trust me, it’s all been picked over already.

Just you.

Fuck.

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Ellie? Ellie!

Ellie?

There’s not much ammo out there for this thing. Makes it mostly useless.

No.

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A few times, sure.

Didn’t feel like it at the time. Get shoved into a middle seat, pay 12 bucks for a sandwich.

Yeah, well. So did they.

Pretty much.

It wasn’t a monkey. I thought you went to school.

No-one knows for sure, but… best guess… Cordyceps mutated. And some of it got into the food supply. Probably a basic ingredient like flour or sugar. There were certain brands of food that were sold everywhere, all across the country, across the world. Bread, cereal… pancake mix. You eat enough of it, it’ll get ya infected. So the tainted food all hits the store shelves around the same time Thursday. People brought it, ate some Thursday night, or Friday mornin'. Day goes on… they started to get sick. Afternoon, evening, they got worse. Then they started bitin’. Friday night, September 26, 2003. And by Monday, everything was gone.

Sure.

We’ll cut across the woods here.

Yeah, it’s just… There’s stuff up there you shouldn’t see.

I don’t want you to.

I’m serious. Ellie.

No.

About a week after Outbreak Day, soldiers… went through the countryside, evacuated the small towns. Told you you were going to a QZ, and you were… if there was room. If there wasn’t…

No, probably not.

Dead people can’t be infected.

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I’m the same way.

I understand. If my, uh… if mine… brought strangers into our situation, I wouldn’t be happy either. But of all the people he could’ve found on the radio, we’re actually decent people just tryin’ to get by.

There’s stuff we have in the QZ that you don’t have here. Book, medicine, machine parts. We can help each other and get that gun outta my face.

So, what, you were a… prepper or somethin’?

That fence has got a year on it, tops. Galvanised wire already started to corrode. I can get you ten spools of high-tensile aluminium. Last you the rest of your life. Lives.

FEDRA’s never gonna come up here. And you’re well protected against stray infected. But sooner or later, they’ll be raiders. And they’ll beat that fence and your trip wires. They’ll come at night, quiet and armed.

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You stay there.

Bill? Frank?

You stay there. You hear anything, you see anything… yell.

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Ellie?

So they’re dead?

Go ahead. You do it.

Stay here.

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Show me your arm.

I just finished making a truck battery, it's charging right now.

And I have a brother out in Wyoming. He’s in some kind of trouble and I’m heading out there to find him. He used to be a Firefly. My guess is he knows where some of them are out there. Maybe they can get you to wherever this lab is.

If I’m takin’ you with me, there’s some rules you gotta follow. Rule one, you don’t bring up Tess. Ever. Matter of fact, we can just keep our histories to ourselves. Rule two, you don’t tell anyone about your… condition. They see that bite mark, they won’t think it through. They’ll just shoot you. Rule three, you do what I say when I say it. We clear?

Repeat it.

Okay.

We grab what we can.

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If he didn’t reset the countdown every few weeks, this playlist would run over the radio.

Grab some cans from over there. Nothin’ dented or swollen.

No.

Needs another hour.

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Shut up.

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It’s your first time in a car?

No, it’s a piece-of-shit Chevy S-10, but it’ll get us there. I think. Seatbelt. Seatbelt.

Would you leave it? Put it back. Ellie...

Oh, no, wait. No, leave it. Leave it. Ohm this is good. This is Linda Ronstadt. Do you know who Linda Ronstadt is?

Oh, man.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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byrdtrolls · 2 months

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Blindsighted

Your name is Sereni Sotkia, and you are knocking rapidly on the door of Rollyn’s on set trailer, a suitcase held tight by your side. The noises of your frantic demand for the model's attention are drowned out by the sound of loud music and running water. It’s easy to deduce the woman is taking some kind of bath while blasting the radios top fifties. You keep knocking and frustratedly call out Rollyn’s name on occasion, struggling to be heard over Levvie Arlott lyrics played at full volume. Eventually, you hear the sound of someone slipping out of the tub and stomping around, complaining as she makes her way to the door.

“MATISE I AM NOT DUE ON SET FOR THREE HOURS!!!” They yell, before finally opening the door in an ornate fluffy bathrobe, she pauses when she realizes it’s you and not your shared manager.

“Fucking shit, what can’t wait another thirty minutes.” She says, leaning on the door dramatically.

You gesture at the suitcase by your side. “We’re leaving for tour soon” You say. “And I need to talk to you. Did that Sunset guy you dated have some kind of memory erasing voodoos?”

“What?” They frown. “Yeah- but he used them, you know, ethically, usually” She says, which earns her a long, long stare from you, a look several parts rage and many parts pity. You glance around, none of the production assistants and photographers are hovering- but it's better to be safe just in case.

“Can I come inside?” You say, and they step out of your way, shutting the door behind them as you enter the trailer.

“Rollyn” You say, “You dated that guy for longer than two months”

“I- What?” She stutters, her wings bristling defensively.

“Look, this is you guys at the VMA’s in January,” You say, showing her a photo on your phone, “And together at a cafe in lte december- and here in this fundraiser interview- I was so confused why you kept saying that shit. I think he deleted like- several months worth of your memory.” You explain.

Rollyn turns off her bluetooth speakers, the music suddenly unfitting of the atmosphere, staring at the photos you’ve shown her, struggling to keep up.

“I-No” She chokes, her breath racing as she panics, they grab the phone from your hand and start flipping through the gallery in disbelief.

“What the fuck. What the fuck” She whispers.

“That- fucking douchebag” You exclaim. “He must have done something shitty and didn’t want you to remember it, right?”

“He wouldn’t- I don’t…” They trail off. “There must be some kind of, explanation” She says, handing you back your phone, Rollyn pulls out her own, going to dial the purpleblood.

“Rol!” You snap, slapping it out of her hand. “Girl! What if he just does it to you again!”

“He must have- a reason, he wouldn’t just- do that” She insists.

“He clearly did.” You retort.

“This- goes against everything I know about his character! And I’m a good judge of it!” They say, going to pick up the phone. You put your hand over the device defensively.

“I’m not saying you’re not” You say, frustrated. “I’m not- I just, how can you judge his character if you don’t know what happened in those three months, or why he took them from you?”

Her brows furrow as she thinks on this, expression becoming more turmoiled by the minute.

“Does the press know?” She says, glancing anxiously at the shaded trailer windows. “Has everyone on Alternia just been laughing it up at my blank faced idiocy, and I had no idea?” She chokes.

“Rol. Breathe” You say, resting your hands on her shoulders.

“You let me go on TV!” She snaps. “In interviews, blabbing about my life with a chunk of it missing! Do they think I’m crazy?” They choke, making some attempt to follow your advice but struggling.

“I didn’t know” You say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I just thought you were joking- or hiding something else. I’m sure no one noticed.”

“Somebodies noticed,” She says. “You know the internet- someone noticed” They hiss.

“It’s not your fault, okay, and you’re not an idiot. You’re gonna be fine.” You attempt.

“I- no I’m not!!” She snaps. “Have you SEEN how mutants in relationships with highbloods are talked about in the press!! They’re gonna think I’m an idiot- after all the talk I do about mutant rights- falling face first into a relationship with a clown who did something shitty to me- I’M SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THAT!!” She insists, stepping towards you, grabbing your shoulders. You raise your hands in surrender, taking a step back.

“Okay” You say. “I don’t even know how to unpack all that.”

“I mean” They let out a frustrated huff, shaking you. “I don't think that! But that’s what they’re all going to SAY! Especially with me prancing around like a dumbass on national television giving out wrong information about my own life! I can’t-” She lets go of you, and plops down on the couch, covering her face with her hands, letting out a long sigh. They take a moment to gather themself- before meeting your eyes.

“How long?” She says. “How long was I missing”

You pause, inhaling and exhaling. You never smoked around Rollyn, on account of her asthma, but moments like this sure make you miss it.

“Three months,” You say. “You dated for five months.”

“No…” She chokes. Quietly, you sit down next to her, wondering what to do with your hands. You don’t pretend to be competent in the emotional department. Being more of a bite first ask questions later kind of woman.

“I’m sorry” You say softly, opting to place a single hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not your fault- You didn’t do anything wrong.” You reply, hands clenching in tight little fists. “It was a totally fucked up thing for that guy to do to you.”

She is silent for a long, loaded minute, before her jaw sets.

“Yeah” They manage. “Yeah, it is.”

“To hell with the press.” You say. “But also. We can decide when or if we come to them. On our own terms. And what we say. It’s up to you.”

She gives a long sigh, before reaching over and picking up her long discarded phone. “I should probably make a post” She decides. “It’s- better to get ahead of it before it gets ahead of me. I’m sure someone else has already noticed.”

“Okay” You say.

There is a long silence as Rollyn begins drafting something in her notes. The fans of the trailer whirring in a quiet buzz around you, before you’re able to voice the inklings of a plan that had been forming in your mind since last night.

“Me and Nyghte are leaving for tour” You say. “Tes Roven’s our first city. I could talk to him for you.”

She doesn’t answer for a second, before crossing her arms.

“What if he wipes your memory too?” They say.

“Then he’ll get socked in the jaw.” You retort. “I told Nyghte everything too- I wrote down a note in my phone detailing everything. We’ll still know what happened.” You say. “I go there, I talk to him, I hear his side of the story, worst comes to worst, I give him a good scare so bad he never sets foot near you again.”

“Don’t kill him” They plead.

“...Rol” you say.

“I mean it- I know, with everything-” She snaps. “I just…”

“I won’t” You say slowly, already lost on whether it's a promise you could keep. The heart to heart is interrupted by a loud rapping on the door.

“Sereni!” Matisse yells. “Hate to interrupt girl time, but what the fuck are you doing in there- You have a ship to catch!!”

Sunsets Voodoo’s have several major flaws. He had long since identified them as weaknesses to keep in careful mind.

Number one- He has to have eye contact.

Number two- He cannot work them without a verbal evocation. He had long since tried, practiced, but eventually had to give up on the idea of ever using them silently. For reasons unknown- he must always verbally outline what he wants the troll to forget.

And finally, number three- they do not work on machines. He could erase every troll's memory of, say, him walking into a bank or a guarded fleet facility, but if there were camera’s, they’d tell a different story, no matter the wiped trolls.

He is usually so careful. He is meticulous with his work. But this is not work. It’s a painful, interpersonal matter he wants as little to do with as possible. The wound of losing Rollyn is still wide open and raw. His reluctance to confront the situation makes him clumsy. Stupid. Acting quickly, and irrationally. He doesn’t know it, and neither do you, but you are about to sucker punch him in every single one of those listed weaknesses, hitting them all on the way down with the random and change agility of a cat falling down the stairs.

It is a dimly lit concert after party in a club. Your name is Sereni Sotkia and you are nursing the same Shirley Temple you’ve had since you arrived, determined to be sober and sharp on this particular night. You’re still in the many belted, steampunk kind of black scandalous outfit that had been your costume for the last number, too lazy to change. You are making small talk with a growing crowd of female admirers, but they don’t captivate you the way they normally would. You only have two shows in Tes Roven. You are trying to think of how to find Sunset in that time in such an expansive city. Unbeknownst to, and lucky for you, he is looking for you at the same time. The purpleblood had already been warned. It’s nearly midnight when you spot him, the chance glimpse of his canary colored hair across a long room. He is waiting to approach, trying to figure out his strategy. Unfortunately for him, you hold no such reservations, handing off your drink to one of your admirers.

“Could you hold this for me, baby? I’ll be right back” You say, with a coy smile, raising a single finger to your lips as you slip out onto the dance floor. Several of the fangirls dissolve into giggles, crowding around the one who has the glass, who is blushing deep rust as she stares into the beverage. You make your way across the room, shoulder checking the occasional troll as the crowd parts for you like butter. The taller purple seems to get the sense you’re coming after him, slipping further and further back into the crowd as if with intent to escape, but he’s not fast enough. You catch him by the shoulder, grinning like an animal baring it’s teeth.

“Sunset” You say, raising your voice to be heard over the music. “Can we talk?”

He pauses. “Sure!” He answers, and the two of you duck out into the hallway to the bathroom, where you can hear each other a little better. You grab the man, slamming him against the wall.

“You wiped three months of Rollyn’s memory from her mind.” You hiss. “WHY.”

He stutters. Despite all the time he had to prepare to be asked such a question, fumbling immediately at the finish line, with a clumsy, unhelpful bit of truth.

“She asked me too,” He says. “She asked.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Think you’re helping your case, clown?” You say, tilting your head. “What exactly happened between you that was so traumatic that they’d ASK for you to AXE three months of their fucking life!” You snap.

He doesn’t answer, of course, because he can’t. Not without revealing himself, not without revealing his plot against Midas. He could lie- but he doubts- knows- you are unlikely to believe him. He is backed into the same corner he’s been backed into for days. This battle was lost before it even started. How frustrating- to hate everything about the situation and your choices but see no way onward but forward. Sunset meets your gaze, eyes lighting up with a soft glow, but before he can make a sound, you make good on your promise to sock him in the jaw. The man stumbles, lights in his eyes flickering like a bad bulb.

“DON’T FUCKING TRY ME, MOTHER FUCKER” You yell. He open’s his mouth again, desperate to try again, ever more panicked now that you’re drawing more attention to him, but you slam your hand over his lips just as they start to close around the word, pulling him into a headlock, stumbling back into the club.

“You really wanna play this fucking game, huh?” You threaten as he thrashes in your arms. “I could ruin you with a tweet, you weaselly bitch. What the fuck did you do to Rollyn. Don’t fucking try me- OW!” You yelp as the man bites down on your hand, hard, he wriggles out of your grasp, slamming you into the wall, his eyes lighting up again, but thinking fast, you have simply closed your eyes. Your hands swing wildly in the darkness, throwing punches without seeing your attacker. Finally, your fists connect with flesh, and once you have your bearings on where his face is, you open your eyes, grabbing the purpleblood and slamming him onto the ground.

“Motherfucker” You growl, as a growing crowd watches the fight.

“YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME” You say, grabbing him by the horn and slamming his face into the floor.

“AND YOU STAY”

“THE FUCK”

“AWAY”

“FROM ROLLYN”

“FIRLYN”

“BITCH” You say, punctuating each word with a hit. Eventually, you’re confident he won’t rise to try and wipe your mind again. You stare down at the bloodied man, trying to catch your breath, some crazed rainbow drinker banging in the walls of your chest as the scent of his blood fills the open air, you press a hand to your mouth.

“Fucking shit” You mutter, heading towards the club balcony. “Any of you girls got a light?” You say over shaky breath, pulling a pack out of your pocket as you head out into the fresh air.

Sunset rests on the floor for a long moment, trying to muster the will to rize. Get up, his brain insists. Get up, you’ve got to do damage control. But his body doesn’t listen. He has to wipe these onlookers- his logic tells him. It would be a hassle, but whatever. He needs to get up. He needs to open his eyes. But one refuses to listen, swollen, bruised, definitely black. There go his hopes of concealing this fight from his coworkers. Whatever. He’d come up with some story. He needs to open his eyes- If getting a little roughed up is the worst he paid for wiping Rollyn’s memory, fine. He could take it. He could still smooth this over- even if he didn’t get Sereni, he could wipe the trolls at this party, his struggling mind repeats in cycle, willing him forward. He comes to his feet slowly, his squinting black eye finally opening a sliver-

Only to be met with the black, glittering lights of the surrounding phone cameras, held high in the hands of curious onlookers.

#tw violence #sereni writing #sunset writing #my writing\#fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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haechannielove · 2 years

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Thighs (M)

Preview: “I don’t see how that would be comfortable at all, for either people. Especially the one RIDING the thigh.” you say back to Jeno. “You’ve clearly never tried it before. I promise it’s better than it sounds.” Jeno replies back. “Prove it.” You say to him, internally cringing at the fact that you REALLY just said that.

summary - Jeno proves to you the pleasure in thigh riding.

rating - (18+)

word count - 1,060

warnings - fwb, thigh riding, cum eating, SOME dirty talk

au - non-idol

pairing - fem!reader x jeno

A/N: feel free to send in drabble/reaction requests 😭!! I really wanna know about your fantasies.

You hear the front door click. Meaning Jaemin, Haechan, and Renjun are gone. They’re going to meet up with Chenle all to go to the beach because it is scorching hot outside. Leaving you and Jeno alone in the house. You get up to go get some ice to chew, Jeno follows after you.

You both move to the couch and turn on the tv. You pick up the remote and hit the power button turning the tv on. As you’re scrolling you find nothing that catches your eye. “Jeno do you know anything good to watch? Or do? I can’t find any good shows on this thing.” You say with slight annoyance. They took your favorite movies off of Netflix recently so it’s been hard to find something else you liked.

Jeno daps a towel on his head to wipe the sweat dribbling down. “No, we should have gone to the beach with them this is hell.” Jeno says. He takes his shirt off due to the hot weather. His beautiful thin waist and perfect abs are on full display. You spend a few seconds chewing the inside of your cheek thinking of what to do. “I’m going to go change into something else. Sweatpants and a t-shirt aren’t doing much good for me, I’ll be right back” you say to Jeno leaving him alone in the living room. He nods.

You return with a tank top that perfectly outlines the shape of your breasts and short shorts that stop just below your ass. Jeno is definitely staring. You can’t lie it is making you blush a bit. “I FOUND SOMETHING!” Jeno yells out. “What is it?” You reply back to Jeno. “A show, it’s about two people forced to live together for a month.” Jeno says. “That seems boring as hell.” You say. “There’s millions of other tv shows just like that. They all end the same. Boring.” You add on. “Whatever.” He rolls his eyes.

It’s hours later and you both finally found something to watch. It’s a comedy romance. The characters are having a discussion on what kinks and sexual acts are the weirdest. The topic of thigh riding pops up. “I don’t think thigh riding is weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jeno shrugs. “I don’t see how that would be comfortable at all, for either people. Especially the one RIDING the thigh.” you say back to Jeno. “You’ve clearly never tried it before. I promise it’s better than it sounds.” Jeno replies back. “Prove it.” You say to him, internally cringing at the fact that you REALLY just said that.

Jeno grabs you by the hand, stands you right in front of him and grabs at your shorts and pulls them down. “You don’t understand what you do to me, do you” Jeno says making you feel the butterflies flying around in your tummy. He pulls down your underwear as well and tells you to take them off completely. You bend down to take your shorts and underwear from around your ankles and place them next to you. “Take everything off, I want to see your entire body.” Jeno says. He’s eye fucking you as you’re taking the remaining clothes off of your body. You can see his dick getting hard through his shorts. He’s definitely not wearing anything underneath them.

Jeno pulls his shorts off, you’re right he’s not wearing underwear. His cock springs from his pants and hits his abdomen. His tip is so pretty and pink. You lean in to touch it and Jeno let’s you. “I’ve never seen a cock prettier than yours Jeno” you whispered to him. “Let’s not forget what we were originally going to do now.” He then grabs your hips and positions you above his thick left thigh. He lowers you and spreads your pussy so that your clit is now touching his bare thigh. “Move.” Jeno says. You start moving, his thigh occasionally flexing underneath you, stimulating your clit even more. “You look so pretty like this, riding my thigh, tell me baby, does it feel good? Hm?” Jeno teases. “It feels so g-good Jeno fuck. ” you keep going. “Can I touch your cock?” You ask him, it would be so hot to jerk him off while you try and cum on his thigh. Jeno grabs your hand and puts it on his cock.

Minutes pass and you are both breathless. You’re both in complete ecstasy. A pool of absolutely pleasure. You tugging his hard cock, him guiding your hips with his hands, going back and fourth on his thigh. You pull your head down to his chest and attach your lips to his nipple. You flick your tongue over it a few times in hopes to get a good reaction out of him. You earn a loud sound of please leave his beautiful pink lips. One of his hands reach down to your clit to help you reach your orgasm even faster. His beautiful moans and heavy breathing makes you tingle even more. Jeno’s cock starts to twitch in your hands as you’re still pumping him. Jeno suddenly starts touching your chest and playing with your nipples. He pulls your body closer and takes one of your breasts into his mouth. He sucks on you for a while and you reach your orgasm. As you hit your high you feel Jeno’s warm cum run down the back of your hand.

You come to a stop. All that can be heard in the room is the fast breaths coming from you and Jeno’s lungs. You take your hand off of his crotch and bring it up to your mouth and lick the cum off of your skin. “You’re fucking insane.” Jeno says. You smirk at him. “Let’s clean up before they come back.” You suggest to Jeno.

You both pick your clothes up from off of the floor and walk to the bathroom. You both decided to shower together.

You don’t know how you and Jeno have gotten to this point of “friendship” if you can even call it that. The tension between you two was just unbearable. You both felt the same way and decided to be best friends with benefits. Yeah the sex is there and pretty often, but you still completely trust each other with every secret you’ve ever had.

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alotogifs · 2 years

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A League of Their Own Cast Live Tweets 1x08 Pt.2

Abbi: I had a hard time keeping it together in this scene with Kate Berlant. Will: Hahahaha. Kate Berlant for president.

Will: Oh boy the song! We were all very nervous. Kelly has a beautiful voice.

D’arcy:😍😍😍 #Delucathebazooka 😍😍😍 Will: It is heartbreaking to see Jo in a Blue Sox uniform. It felt like something was wrong on set! Abbi: If you notice, some of the music is not from the same period that the show takes place-- this was very intentional! We wanted to use music that felt rebellious like our characters + that meant jumping ahead in time a bit.

Will: This is the real hurt for Bert and Toni. Abbi: "For some of us, safe isn't safe" Will: "For some of us safe isn't safe." Follow @/butchythings who plays Bert!

Will: GODAMMIT CHERYL Abbi: This scene right here between Chanté Adams and Gbemi Ikumelo THIS SCENE and these two. One of the most dynamic and real and nuanced and deepest friendships on TV. I might be biased, but it's just true. Chanté: This was Gbemi’s last scene of the season. It was hard. While most of us were going back to LA and NY, Gbemi was going back to London and that broke my heart. I tried to get her to move next door so we could see each other everyday and raise our kids together but she couldn’t 😭 Gbemi: Still tryna make it happen 😭😭 Will: This is the scene in the whole show that makes me cry the most, because you can see them realizing they've never said goodbye before. Chanté Adams and Gbemi Ikumelo are geniuses. Will: The score from Zach and Nick and Deantoni here is just amazing.

Abbi: I love Lupe + Roberta Colindrez.

Will: There is a story about how this speech was filmed. HOW DO YOU WANT THIS TO END? Abbi kills it here. Will: Okay. I'll tell you the story! We shot the reaction half of this scene on the field, and then it started raining. So Abbi had to shoot her side of it a week later, on a platform in the middle of the street outside Toni's house. Will: She is yelling at the crew mostly. It was amazing. She's so talented. Will: Rob the bank! Has become our unofficial motto for the process of making the show too.

Will: Okay. Them carrying around here is a real story from a softball team. And it came to the show courtesy of ABBI'S DAD. Who is now in charge of finding the end of every season. Abbi: My dad gave me the end of the Peaches story here. Still cannot believe it. I called him one night, stuck. He told me this --It is inspired by a real story from women's college softball. Thanks Big Al. Love you.

Will: Barnstorming is such a huge part of baseball history, and Marquise does such a beautiful job bringing it to life as Red [Barnstorming refers to sports teams that travel to various locations, usually small towns, to stage exhibition matches.] Will: GODDAMMIT CHERYL

Will: WE TECHNICALLY LOST D’arcy: how many times have y’all watched this finale? Abbi: Dale Dickey gets me every damn time. What a masterful actor. D’arcy: WE! HAVE! TO! TAKE! CARE! OF! OUR! OWN! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ oh Dale & Kelly 😍 Will: WE HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN with Beverly kills me. "war bonds" was an improvised callback.

Abbi: Ohh boy. This is prob my favorite scene with my girl D’arcy Carden The Peaches come between them... just like the world. D’arcy: LOL IM CRYING Will: Abbi and D’arcy just kill me in this scene. They both come from comedy backgrounds and look at what they are doing. We are so lucky.

Will: Seeing Max in uniform killed me too. Abbi: Max finally in her own uniform! The fucking best.

Will: Repeating GO GET A THING was an improv from Kelly and Roberta. Abbi: Always... go get a thing.

Will: Abbi wrote "you changed my whole life" "you opened me up again" and it made me cry when I first read it.

Abbi: Thanks so much for watching with us tonight and in general. What a treat. Will: Thanks for watching with us! Wow. There's a lot of you! Will: This is a show for everyone told through perspectives you don't usually hear universal stories from. Thanks for helping get the word out! Will: WE ARE ALL FRUIT NOW

#aloto #a league of their own #alotoedit #will graham #abbi jacobson #d'arcy carden #chante adams #peaches #s1 #1x08 #cast #bts #live tweeting #twitter #i had fun making these #hopefully it means you can follow the tweeting better #will make them again if the cast watch another episode #what a finale #what a season

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Friends don’t look at friends that way

Are you just friends or are you something more with Rafe? **Original plot with characters from the tv show, Outer Banks. I do not own the Outer Banks characters.** Y/N = Your Name Inspired by the song that way by Tate McRae (lyrics in italics in story)

that way by Tate McRae - song linked here to listen

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Y/N's POV

Run me in circles like you always do Mess with me on purpose, so I'll hang on to you I know what you mean when you act like that But you don't know it's breaking my heart Said that it was just never gonna happen Then almost kissed me in the dark

I arrive at the Cameron house early for the pregame to the party tonight. I hear Rafe’s booming laugh and can’t help the smile on my face. Just hearing him be happy makes my day. He’s so cute and perfect and so ... just my friend. I can't like my friend in that way. I mean I like him, but I’m not telling him that I like him. That would ruin everything.

I walk into the room swinging the bottle of vodka and yell, “Shots shots shots!!” Rafe runs up, picks me up, swings me, and sets me down while smiling widely. Topper says, “That was weird.” Rafe says, “Oh shove off man. Let’s just take these shots.” I hand over the vodka and I pregame drink with them along with Kelce and Sarah.

I go to the bathroom one more time before we head out. I hear Sarah say, “I’m comin’ in.” She slides in, giggles, and says, “Okay wait that was funny.” I ask, “What was?” She answers, “Rafe swinging you around. He can get so happy with you. It's so cute. Then freaking Topper sets him off. Speaking of Topper, we kissed. I haven’t told Rafe. He'll be pissed that I kissed his best friend.” I ask, “And did you like it?” She shakes me excitedly saying, “Yes omg! He’s my crush which you know, but the kiss was perfect. It was slow and he was holding me tightly. I like him so much… have you and Rafe kissed yet?” I answer, “We almost did at a party.” She replies, “Ugh I’m tired of Rafe not just kissing you and admitting his feelings for you. The sexual tension is a little too much sometimes.” I laugh.

We leave the bathroom and we all walk down the street to the Kook party that we were invited to. Sarah almost trips several times because she's way drunker than everyone else. Topper was watching her and helping her walk. Kelce was on the phone with his girlfriend walking behind them. Rafe was walking near me, occasionally brushing his knuckles over mine, and we were talking.

We arrive at the party and everyone runs to the front. Rafe asks, "So uh... don't kiss anyone and make us leave early like last time, okay?" Bruh what?!?! I kissed some Touran, Rafe kissed a Touran, and then he punched the guy I kissed. So we were kicked out of the party because of fighting. It wasn't really my fault. When we left that party and went to his house, I was cleaning his cuts up and we almost kissed, but Topper interrupted us. Who knows if we were meant to kiss or if we're just meant to be just friends? I ask, "What?! I could say the same to you, Mr. Sleeps With Anything That Walks and Mr. Punches Everyone That I Kiss. You're the reason we got kicked out of the last party." He smirks and says, "And I thought you didn't care what I did or what I thought." I reply, "I do care..." Someone calls his name and he runs off in their direction. Ugh, he's so frustrating. He just ran off to see someone else even though we were talking, so maybe I should move on. Does he care about me? It seems like he does not.

Every time we talk, it just hurts so bad 'Cause I don't even know what we are I don't even know where to start But I can play the part

The party seems to drag on endlessly. Sometimes parties are fun and I never want them to end. This one is annoying me so far. Rafe is drinking with his friends across the room. I took a few too many shots with Sarah and her friends. Rafe kept watching me take the shots and shaking his head. I don't even know why.

I start to wander around and see Rafe with drugs. I hate when he does that. Yes, they're not good for you, but they also make you into someone you're not. They turn Rafe into a monster and he's not one. He sees me staring at him and says, "I promise they're for someone else, not me." I reply, "I'm not your girlfriend, I don't care about you remember."

Rafe's POV... hours later

We say we're friends, but I'm catching you across the room It makes no sense 'cause we're fighting over what we do And there's no way that I'll end up being with you But friends don't look at friends that way Friends don't look at friends that way

I keep watching Y/N drink, dance and talk to people at the party. She's so drunk and silly. I wish she was my girlfriend and she was hanging out with me. My friends keep screwing my chances with her up. They say shit about me in front of her, interrupt us when we're alone, and just keep annoying me. They even interrupted our almost-kiss last week. UGH! I just want to hold Y/N tightly and have her be mine. God, she probably hates me instead of actually liking me. The venom in her voice when she told me she was not my girlfriend and didn't care about me hurt. I heard her say she cared about me when we first arrived at this party, so why the switch up? Girls confuse me so much.

Now I'm kinda dizzy Overthinking us, until I'm drunk And sick of this whole city Don't know where to start Don't know how to hold my heart And if we're really what we say we are, then why is this so hard?

I keep walking around the party, pushing off girls hitting on me, and hoping my friends are leaving my side. Kelce and Topper promised they could get rides back tonight with random girls. I just want to be left alone. I only need to make sure Sarah and Y/N get back safely. I can do that. That's why I've started drinking water. I pretend it's vodka if someone is nearby.

I find Y/N playing beer pong on a team with Sarah and her friends versus these guys I recognize from other parties. I lean against the wall and watch them. Y/N makes 3 shots in a row and Sarah keeps yelling "GIRL POWER" at the top of her lungs causing me to laugh. The guys on the other team seem like shit at beer pong or they're just distracted by the girls on the other side of them.

Y/N sees me, walks over, places her hands on my chest, and says, "Did you see me score 3 times in a row?" I smile and say, "Yes ma'am I did. It was impressive." She smiles and replies, "Thanks, I ..." Y/N is pulled off of me by Sarah who is saying, "Tell him you like him later, Y/N. We have a game to win and you need to score for us. You're the best one on our team." Tell me she likes me?! Does she? Or is Sarah lying? Sarah would lie to get under my skin. I know she would.

Sure enough, Y/N scores, and the girls win. Y/N and Sarah seem so happy to have beaten the other team. It's cracking me up.

Sarah pulls Y/N over to me and says, "Hey Rafe, could you drive us home? I'm tired." I nod and we leave the party. Y/N leans against my right side and I wrap my arm around her. Sarah holds onto Y/N's hand as we walk home.

We make it home and Sarah skips happily to her room. Y/N follows me to my room and immediately starts stripping to change. UH?!? I ask, "Y/N, did you not want to change in the bathroom?" Y/N answers, "No, I want to sleep. Did you know Sarah is not really going to sleep?" Y/N is so tipsy because of how quick she is changing topics. I ask, "What do you mean?" She answers, "She's sneaking out with Topper. Look out your window right now." I look out and see Sarah running off with Topper. DAMN, they both lied to me. WTF?! I ask, "How did you know that, Y/N?" She answers, "Because Sarah told me."

Y/N gets into my bed and I change as well. I get into bed and Y/N leans against my chest. I hold her against me and we fall asleep peacefully.

IN THE MORNING... still Rafe's POV

I wake up feeling Y/N against my chest and feeling honestly really good considering how much I drank last night. The water and Y/N being here definitely helped:)

Y/N yawns and pulls herself off of me. I exclaim, "Good morning Y/N." Y/N says, "Morning Rafe. My head is in pain." I reply, "I wonder who left the water and pain meds on the bedside table near you, hmmmmm." She slightly smiles and immediately takes the water. She says, "Thank you, Rafe. Genuinely you're the best." I love her so much. I wonder what would happen if I just said it." I reply, "I love you so much." Before Y/N replies, my door opens and it's Sarah who says, "Wow, god, you two are so hot together. Y/N, get up. I want to swim with you in the pool." Y/N lays on my chest again and replies, "But I just woke up." Sarah sighs and says, "Fine. Bring Rafe with you. Just please come swim with me." Sarah won't take no for an answer. I know this. I say, "Sarah, we'll be right there." Sarah replies, "Ok, just don't take too long. I know you both just want to make out, but please swim with me." MAKE OUT?!?!? Sarah then leaves the room.

Y/N puts her head on the pillow and says, "What would happen if I just stayed here and didn't move all day?" I lay right next to her and say, "I wouldn't mind one bit. We could watch movies, snuggle, and even take a nap." Y/N replies, "That sounds perfect. Sarah would kill us though." I reply, "Yeah, she would. You can lay on my chest on the lounge chair outside if you want to." She moves a hair out of my face and replies, "Thanks." I exclaim, "Hey look, before we get interrupted again, uh... hm this is hard to say... but would you like to go on a date with me?" She sits up and asks, "Are you being serious or are you just saying that because of Sarah's comment?" I sit up, cup her face in my hands, and exclaim, "This is the most serious I've been in awhile." She smiles and answers, "Yes, Rafe, I would love to go on a date with you." I smile back and kiss her on the cheek. She asks, "Why don't you kiss me on the lips? We haven't been interrupted yet." I lean and we kiss.

I hear my door open and I hear Sarah say, "Holy shit! You two are actually making out. I was kidding guys!... But also I ship you two together so much." I slightly pull away and say, "Sarah, please leave." I feel Y/N laugh against my lips and I go back to kissing her.

#outer banks imagines #outer banks #rafe outer banks #outer banks tv show #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe x reader

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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Prompt: Where Tim comes home to Lucy crying over a tv show and he doesn’t know how to comfort her

The Friends fan in me popped out in this one. Whoops. Also I cry like a baby when they put their keys on the counter and leave. I don’t think I have fully finish the last episode of Friends in years 🤣

Prompt: Where Tim comes home to Lucy crying over a tv show and he doesn’t know how to comfort her

I’ll be there for you

Tim sighs as he unlocks the front door and steps inside, Kojo immediately coming over to greet him.

“Hey buddy!” Tim mutters to him. “How was your day?” Kojo lets out a short bark and then runs off to the living room. Tim laughs placing his work bag on the bench Lucy insisted they get to put all their stuff on. It now has become a mess of Lucy’s stuff that he cleans up every week. He really wouldn’t have it any other way. He slips off his shoes tucking them under the bench and then makes his way into the kitchen . It’s quiet save for Kojo in the corner chewing on his bone.

“Luce?” He calls out. “I’m home!” He hears a loud sniffle from the living room and he frowns.

“Lucy?” He says again. There’s another stifle and then a hiccup. “Where are you?” There’s no answer so he makes his way into the living room where he sees Lucy on the sofa bundled up in what looks like their bed comforter. He can see her big belly sticking out. He tilts his head a little bit and then makes his way to where she is.

He kneels down in front of her and lifts her chin up. “Hey baby.” He says quietly. “What’s wrong?”

Lucy gives a big sigh but doesn’t move. “I-I was watching Friends.” She says quietly and he turns his head towards the TV to see it’s paused and it looks like the characters are in one of the apartments.

“Yeah?” He asks genuinely confused. He doesn’t watch Friends but he knows Lucy likes it. He has heard her laughing and clapping along to the theme song on many occasions. “I thought it was a funny show?”

“It is!” She sobs. “But I watched the last episode and i-it got to the part where they are handing the keys in a-nd leaving the apartment!” She leans forward and puts her face on his shoulder, and he feels her tears wetting his shoulder. He pulls her to him that best that he can and rubs her back gently.

“It’s okay baby.” He says although he’s not really sure what to say. He’s never actually seen Lucy get emotional over a TV show like this. She stifles and lifts her head up to look at him.

“You think I’m being stupid huh?” She asks and she backs away from him tucking her legs underneath her as she tries to get comfortable.

“No Lucy. I don’t think you are being stupid—” He starts but she shakes her head at him her eyes full of tears as she gets her next words out through a sob.

“You probably are tired of me crying over every little thing. I can’t get my shoes on because I can’t see my fucking feet, I can’t find the TV remote o-or I crave a thousand things but then you get me it and it’s all wrong.” She sobs. Tim stares at her a little bewildered and he’s not even sure where to start.

The beginning of her pregnancy had been a little rough with all hormonal changes. And he got yelled at a few times about bringing home the wrong lettuce for her salad. But he took it in stride because she was growing their child. Their daughter. And it was all worth it, even getting lettuce thrown at his head.

And now she was in her third trimester and she was a little bigger and her feet were swollen and he had to help her do some simple tasks but he didn’t even mind. She was worth it and their baby girl was worth it.

“Lucy.” He says and she looks up at him, her eyes red dimmed and puffy. “I don’t care that you cry over stuff. I don’t care that you crave weird stuff. I don’t. One I love you and I would do anything for you. Two. It’s all going to be worth it in the end because we will have our beautiful baby girl and three sweetheart you are growing a human being of course you are going to be going through stuff.”

Lucy stiffs and wipes her nose. “Y-you love me still even if I’m a psycho pregnant lady?” She asks. Tim laughs and gets up from his spot on the floor and sits on the sofa next to her. He pulls her towards him.

“Yes Luce. I love you so much and there’s nothing that would ever make me stop.” He says and she stiffs but finally smiles. “And you are not a psycho pregnant lady. Okay?”

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be watching this right now while my hormones are running rampant.” Lucy says sniffing again. Tim kisses her once and she leans her head on his shoulder. She presses the remote in his hand. “We can watch whatever you want.”

Tim plays with the remote in his hands and then he has an idea. He goes back and clicks on the first episode of Friends.

Lucy perks up the minute the theme song starts and Tim laughs as she claps on cue. And finally she’s laughing again and Tim smiles happy she’s somewhat back to herself.

“Hey Tim?” Lucy asks suddenly turning her attention away from the tv for a moment.

Tim hums. “Yeah baby?”

Lucy chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds. “Thanks for always being there.”

Tim looks over at her knowing he’s probably going to get smacked in the chest for what he’s about to say. “I’ll be there for you when the rain starts to pour.” He says and just like he predicted Lucy hits him in the chest.

“You are such a idiot.” She says but she’s laughing and Tim would do anything to keep the smile on her face.

“Sure. But I’m your idiot.” He says. Lucy laughs again and lays her head back down on his shoulder.

And it may be rough sometimes but Tim wouldn’t change anything about his life for the world. He kisses the top of Lucy’s head and sighs happily. This was perfect.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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#1 - Los Angeles

Kagami smiled at his phone. It was only a few more days until he’d be back home in Japan after spending some time with his family and Alex. It was nice to see his young cousins (who, he found out, idolized him) and parents, plus playing a little street ball like he used to was always fun.

But he missed Japan.

He missed his friends. His team.

He missed you, too.

And that’s why it was four in the morning and he was still up talking to you. Because as much as Alex teased him about it, he really did miss you.

“Ah, young love,” Alex teased, laughing at the basketball that flew next to her head from him. “You’re impossible, y’know, Taiga. If you don’t fess up soon, you might lose your chance.”

“There’s nothing to fess up!” he argued, like he had been for the last several hours on and off. She was impossible.

She rolled her eyes and ruffled his hair. “You’re not stupid, although you act it. I know you can figure out just how wrong that sentence is.”

And she was right. He was wrong, at first. Because you don’t non-stop think about kissing someone you’re just friends with, or get sickening butterflies, or anything else he’d been dealing with.

He yawned while you were in the middle of talking about something—he’d been ready to sleep for houts, but he needed to stay up to spend time with you. Even if it was over the phone.

“And then Koganei said—” you paused. “Kagami, what time is it there?”

He checked the clock. “Uh…4:17, why?”

“Please tell me its 4:17 in the afternoon.”

“No…?”

“Go to bed!” you half-yelled at him. “You have to be up and awake in the morning, please get some sleep.”

“I like talking to you, though.”

Maybe it was how tired he was, but that was too cheesy.

You paused again, then he heard you laugh at his comment. “I like talking to you too, Kagami, but you have to sleep. Please.”

He yawned again and nodded. “Yeah, yeah…I guess. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Night, Kagami.”

“Night.”

He hung up and sighed—you had no idea what you did to him, did you? He could fall asleep listening to your voice because it was so soothing, but at the same time he never wanted to miss a word of what you said. You made him smile easier than anything, and he was starting to think you were up there with basketball on his list of things he cared about.

Now the question was what to do about these feelings…

#2 - Homework

After returning home, he realized he had a lot of work to catch up on—a week off of school and practice was fun (even though he wasn’t exactly not practicing), but it meant a lot of homework for him to work on. Luckily, you offered to help him through it and study.

The two of you took a break to cook and eat dinner, during which you lounged on the couch and watched a basketball game. It was the same routine he had every night, but for some reason it was better with you. When he first sat down to eat, he threatened to sit on your ankles if you didn’t make room for him, too. He got kicked in the arm when he did, actually, sit on your legs when you didn’t move, but he got his spot on the couch back so he didn’t mind.

“Oh, that was shit,” he cursed at the TV, sitting forward to yell at it. “That wasn’t even his fault! He was—”

He paused when he heard laughter next to him. Why were you laughing at him? He was right! The ref was being stupid! What else was new, though—

“They can’t hear you,” you teased through your laughter.

Once your words sunk in, he rolled his eyes and shoved your leg. “Shuddup, I know that!”

“Then why are you yelling at them?”

“Because I can!”

You laughed more, as did he. It was always the little things that made you laugh, he noticed. Even if you were laughing at him being stupid, you were still laughing, he figured. His smile softened a little when he looked at you, but he quickly averted his eyes when you looked back at him.

“Oh no, Kagami, you’re thinking about something. Tell me.”

“I’m not thinkin’ about anything!”

“What else is new,” you teased. “What was that look for, then?”

“What look?”

You scoffed at him. “You looked like you wanted to kiss me for a minute there.”

Maybe because he did. But he wouldn’t tell you that.

“Wh—no, gross,” he said, coming up with any negative words he could to deny that. He definitely didn’t want to do that. Definitely. “Like I’d ever do that.”

You kicked him again, making him complain again. “What, don’t think I’m cute enough? Or would you rather be kissing Kuroko?”

He laughed again. “You’re…I dont even know where you come up with this shit,” he siad, standing up from the couch. “Don’t jump in my spot, jerk. Want more?”

“I’m good, thank you. You cook well, though. Dinner’s great.”

“Thanks.”

He could freak out about that comment to Alex later. Yeah, he knew he could cook, but you complimenting him on it was different than someone else. Especially if it was his team barging in and suddenly he was cooking for eleven hungry teenagers.

He could get used to dinners with you, though.

#3 - Sunny Days, Popsicles, and Basketball

There was nothing better than playing basketball on the weekend with friends, Kagami had decided way back in middle school. And it was even better with his current team.

He and the Seirin boys were bored and decided to get together for some streetball. Fukuda was busy, leaving uneven teams, so he decided to call you. Ever since Kuroko dropped that he had a crush last week at practice, they hadn’t stopped bothering him about it and wouldn’t get off his case about it until he called to see if you were busy.

He’d taught you a thing or two about basketball not long ago, and while you were no pro, he was proud of how well you played for a rookie. Then again, he always went easy when you two played a game.

The scrimmage went over as well as expected—with him and Kuroko on the same team, they easily won, but no one was keeping track of points after the first twenty minutes. They were too busy having fun and running around for the hell of it.

They decided to call it for the afternoon—they’d been playing for at least an hour and it was sunny and hot. It was the perfect day for popsicles, which everyone volunteered you and Kagami to go buy. Based on Furihata and Tsuchida’s cheeky smiles, he knew they planned that. Kuroko looked clueless as usual.

It was a good thing the convenience store was less than a fifteen-minute walk there and back. He might not have lasted much longer in the silence if not.

To be fair, it wasn’t awkward silence. He was just tense. He was always tense around you, lately—trying to be the most impressive he could, trying to figure out if you liked him back…it was an internal struggle daily. But he wanted to spend all the time he could with you despite the butterflies.

“What’s up with you lately?” you asked, turning the corner so you were in sights of the court. “You’re…weird. I dunno. But you’ve been different, lately.”

“What? No, I’m not different.”

“Yes you are.” You sighed, looking over at him. “Did I do something? You can tell me if you’re upset with me, Kagami.”

No! No, no, no, no, no, no! That’s not at all what he wanted! Just the opposite! He wanted you to know how much he liked you! He was too much of a wimp to say anything about it, though…

“Nothing’s wrong,” he confirmed, trying his best to smile and be convincing. Nothing was wrong, nothing was different. Just two really good friends hanging out, and not him almost getting hit in the head with the ball because he was too busy watching you during the game. “You didn’t do anything. Don’t, ah…don’t worry about it.”

There was no more time to argue that since Furihata saw the two of you, cheered, and got the other three boy’s attention.

Crisis averted, he guessed, but how long would it be before you started thinking something was really wrong?

#4 - Patch-Up

He wasn’t exactly a saint when it came to cursing, but he usually tried to hold his tongue more than he was right now.

He let out a string of curse words, yet again, as you poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide over the scrape on his knee. Kagami sucked air through his teeth, trying to pretend it didn’t hut as bad as it did. “Aren’t you done with that, yet?” he complained.

“If you’d quit moving your leg every time I tried to put the peroxide on it, I wouldn’t keep missing.”

“You aren’t!”

“Yeah, but I haven’t gotten the whole thing yet, so hold still!”

You smacked the side of his calf and continued on. Serves him right for trying to pull off some skateboarding trick he saw his cousin do in America. It didn’t look that hard, he thought. Apparently they weren’t exaggerating on taking them three months to learn it.

Finally, you put the bandaid on his knee and helped him off the couch. He poked at the scrape and winced, receiving a slap on the arm for it.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“If it hurts don’t do it, stupid.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “Thank you, though. For doing that.”

“Who would have thought Taiga Kagami had such a low pain tolerance?” you teased, sitting down with him. That time, he shoved you.

“Its not low pain tolerance, that shit just hurts!”

“Mhmm. Whatever you say.”

He shoved your arm, which you shoved back, so he shoved back harder. This pattern went back and forth until all of a sudden you were beating him with a throw pillow. He was trying to find any sort of ammo to use against you, when he realized, he had all he needed there. The next time you hit him with the pillow, he snatched it from your hands, threw it to the side, and began to tickle you.

It was a minute or so of laugher and breathless complaining from you, when you suddenly kicked out at him and made his arm that he was putting most of his weight on give under him.

This knocked him down till his face was inches above yours.

Shit.

He stared wordlessly for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out what to do. Should he kiss you? Would that make it weird? Would it be awkward? What were you thinking? Was he too close?

You opened your mouth like you were going to say something, but nothing came out. Instead he sat up, blushing like a mad man, and helped you up as well.

“Sorry about that—”

“Oh you dont have to apologize—”

“Still, I—”

It was eerily quiet and awkward after that. The tension in the room was thickenough to cut with a knife and he hated it. He never had that kind of tension with you. Things were always easy when he was with you. But not right now…

After a few minutes of this, you made some excuse about needing to get homework done so you had to get home, but he knew it was an excuse. You told him Friday you’d gotten all your homework done so your whole weekend was free to hang out.

Damn, he’d really screwed up, hadn’t he?

#5 - Lunchtime

“Yo, what’s dumbass moping about?” Kagami asked, sitting down at the lunch table across from Kuroko. Next to him was you, who was face down and groaning about who knows what.

“Don’t call me dumbass, asshole…” you complained, sitting up straighter. “And, for your information, Kagami, I’m hungry. And forgot my lunch. And money.”

He scoffed, opening his lunchbox and shoving a box toward you. “How’d I know you were gonna forget?”

He watched you open the box slowly and rolled his eyes. “Nothing in there is gonna kill you, y’know? You’ve had my cooking before.”

“I wasn’t sure if it was a prank.”

“With food? Never, that's a waste.”

You scoffed, digging into the lunch he made for you. He wasn’t sure how he knew that morning, but something in the back of his head told him to bring extra food. Maybe he thought he’d be extra hungry after practice or something, but he was glad he did.

The three of you chatted for a while, mostly him talking about basketball and Kuroko chiming in every once in a while. Most of it, he was pretty sure he’d mentioned before, but anytime he was talking you made sure he knew you were paying attention.

Shortly after the lunch bell rang, the three of you parted ways for your next classes. He was planning on dropping his crap in his locker, grabbing his crap for math, and leaving, but those plans flipped on him when he felt someone grab his shoulders and use him to jump in the air.

“What the hell?!” he asked, flipping around to see who it was. He couldn’t stay pissed off for too long, though, because it was you. He half-expected Koganei or one of the other boys from the team. He rolled his eyes, grumbling about how you shouldn’t scare him like that.

“Oh, shuddup, Kagami.” You elbowed him in the arm, matching his pace as he kept walking. “I came to give you your box back. Realized I had it when I left.’

“Surprised you found me.”

“Dude, you’re a giant and you’re the only kid here who’s got BRIGHT red hair. Wasn’t hard.”

“True.” He laughed, taking the box back. “Thanks. For this, I mean.”

“I should be thanking you, Kagami, that stuff was amazing. Every time I have your cooking I can’t believe you cook that well.”

“Hey!”

He shoved your shoulder, and you shoved him back in retaliation. “It wasn’t an insult, stupid, it was a compliment!”

“Sounded like an insult.”

“Maybe you just sound like an idiot.”

He made a face that made you laugh. There you go, making him think about all those dumb feelings again. He loved seeing you happy, though, even if it was at the expense of a little of his dignity.

You smiled at him, pausing in the (now mostly empty) hallway. “I gotta get going, but I’ll see you later, right?”

“You bet.”

You waved and ran off—he simply stood there, thinking about how incredibly adorable you were when you were excited about something. He hoped his face wasn’t too red.

This was getting ridiculous—or at least Alex thought so. And the rest of the team who knew how embarrassed he got when they brought you up. He was down bad, and he knew it. For days, everyone had been telling him to say something about it, but what if it didn’t go how he wanted it to? Would that screw up your friendship? He didn’t want anything to change, but if it changed for the better, that wouldn’t be a bad thing…

The bell rang, and he cursed under his breath. Now he was late and a mess. This was going to be a fun rest of the day.

#1 - The Winter Cup

He still couldn’t believe it.

After all that work over the summer, and all the work during the game, they’d won.

It was no easy feat, going up against Touou. And they had more (no doubt, harder) games coming. But for now, the entire team was buzzing with the excitement of victory and looked like they were ready to pass out from exhaustion.

They were on their way out of the arena and heading home when Kagami heard his name called from behind him.

He looked up and turned to see who it was, and there you were, running towards him and his teammates. He looked to Riko for permission to leave them and go talk to you, which she didn’t even give before she and Hyuuga were shoving him along.

Kagami broke into a run towards you at the same time, only slowing down when he got closer to you. You didn’t, however, and ran straight into him, jumping and pulling him into a tight hug.

“You did it!” you cheered in his ear, somehow squeezing him tighter. “You really did it, Kagami!”

He held you that tight, too, only letting loose a little on your waist when you pulled your head back to look at him. “What, did you doubt we wouldn’t?” he teased.

You laughed. “I always believed in you. You’re just…incredible, Kagami.”

I always believed in you.

You’re incredible.

Those words hung heavy in his mind, unable to speak once they sunk in. He was certain there were some things he could do most people couldn’t, but it meant so much more coming from you.

He stared in disbelief for a moment, only breaking out of his thoughts when you ruffled his hair. “Earth to Kagami,” you teased.

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “I really like you, (Y/N).”

You stared. He’d screwed up. No, no, this was bad. He was caught up in the excitement, and now he was screwed. He wanted to eat his words, but there was no taking back what he said.

Kagami opened his mouth to apologize, starting to pull away. You hugged him again, making it unable to let you go.

“You idiot,” you said into his shoulder. “About time.”

He (gently) shoved you off, holding you at arms length away. “What do you mean, about time? You mean this isn’t going to be super awkward now?”

“I like you too, stupid! Took you long enough to say something!”

“Why didn’t you then??”

“Because I wasn’t certain if you liked me, too!”

“But I do!”

“Now I know that!”

“Captain told me to tell you to kiss or something so we can get going.”

The both of you jumped, not realizing Kuroko was standing right next to you. After the initial shock, you both started laughing, and he walked back towards the group (most of which who were watching the two of you). Kiyoshi flashed you a smile and a thumbs up, and Hyuuga smacked him for it.

“If you kiss me, you can tell your captain over there to man up and get himself a girlfriend. Ask your coach out, finally.”

He made a face in confusion. “What are you talking about…?”

“Oblivious. You’re actually oblivious.”

Any remark he could muster out fell silent against your lips. He smiled, trying to ignore how loudly Koganei yelled “get it, Kagami!” from far enough away anyone else outside would have heard him. It was hard to ignore, however, and soon the both of you parted, too busy laughing.

“I’m gonna kill him one of these days.”

“Make sure it’s after the finals.”

“Finals, huh?”

“Like I said. I believe in your guys—in you, Kagami. You’re gonna make it.”

Even if he wasn’t already, he was pretty inclined to believe that now.

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Scared Baby

Caregiver!mommy!tiffany Valentine x little!fem!reader

Warnings: chucky being a sick, talks of murder, cussing, lacation, yelling but fluff at the end.

“Tiffany I don’t fucking understand why you won’t come with me! I need that kid andy so I can have his body.” Chucky snarled at Tiffany as he’s sat on the counter. Tiffany glared at the doll and shushed him as you were on the couch watching tv and cuddling your stuffed bunny that Tiffany gave you. “Shut up! I am done helping you chucky! I don’t even know why I brought you back to life. I’m done with killing. I have my girlfriend now and she age regresses. I can’t just leave her!” She whisper yelled at him and chucky just scoffed.

“She will be fine. It’s not like it’s real anyway, it’s stupid and kinda hilarious if you think about it.” Chucky laughed obnoxiously as he talks about your age regression. Tiffany felt her blood boil as he keeps going on and on about murder and how stupid age regression is. “Come on babe. Just ditch the weird fucking chick and come back with me. We don’t even have to get Andy, we can just go on a killing spree and chop off their heads and keep them as trophy’s!”

He started and you heard him over the tv which made you whimper out and start crying. “Shit! Now look at what you did chucky! You scared her!” Tiffany yelled at him and she went over to where you were sitting at and scooped you up in her loving arms and starts rocking you gently as chucky gags in disgust. “It’s okay my little baby…mommy is here…I’ll make the bad man go away I promise. I’ll be right back doll. You can be a good baby and wait for mommy can’t you?” Tiffany said softly as she looks into your eyes and reassures you.

You gave her a slow nod as Tiffany puts you back down on the couch with your stuffy and turns up the tv so you drown out anything else you may hear. Tiffany grabbed chucky outside and threw him on the ground. “You crossed the fucking line now chucky and I am so fucking done with you!” Tiffany yelled out as she started to pour gasoline all over him and lights him on fire which caused his soul to be destroyed and for him to be gone forever.

Satisfied and happy, she puts the burnt pieces into the trash can outside and waltz’s back into the camper to see her little baby still watching tv. “Oh there’s my good little baby!” Tiffany said happily as she scoops you into her arms and caresses your face gently with her nails. “Since you have been such a good girl. Why don’t I give you a reward hm?” She said as your face lights up in happiness. You stomach grumbles and you pout up at her as your hands go to her full breast. “Milky mommy Pweasie…” you beg her and she gives you a big reassuring smile. “Anything for you doll.” Tiffany states as she pulls down her corset to reveal her full breast.

You love your mommy’s boobs, even if you don’t need to feed from her, you always love to kiss them, play with them, take naps on them and just touch them. Tiffany doesn’t mind at all, she thinks it’s endearing and adorable. You lean up and attach your mouth onto her nipple and softly suckle from them. Tiffany rocks you back and forth as you keep suckling on her and eventually you fall asleep. “Don’t worry baby. The bad man is gone forever and he won’t ever bother us again. I’ll protect you darling.”

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