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i have a request for roommate!spencer where he's just miserable that no one remembered his birthday at work but when he gets home his roommate just welcomes him with the most thoughtful gift and a warm hug PLEASE
thank you for requesting! <3 fem!reader
The lights are off. The air conditioning blows a shade too cold. Spencer shrugs off his jacket and acknowledges that, despite his awful, aching day, it’s nice to be home.
The living room is clean where it hadn’t been this morning when he left. If he had to clean it by himself, he’d die. It must’ve taken a good hour or longer, even the floor shines sparkling clean.
“Hey?” he asks into the open air, wondering where you are.
“Spencer!” you yelp from the kitchen, “Hey, what took you so long? It’s almost seven!”
He sighs to himself with a great dash of self-pity. “I know. Had to stay and finish something. You cleaned?”
“I had to! Quick, come in here, I need your help with something.”
He doesn’t want to help, he wants to lay down in bed. Spencer wonders how a normal person, a normal boy, would feel after a day like today. He wonders if Morgan would go home and lay in bed and cry. He wonders if it could ever be possible for everyone to forget Morgan’s birthday.
Spencer hangs his jacket on the rack and puts his bag by the shoes. He’s tempted to go to bed and pretend he hasn’t heard you, but he supposes he shouldn’t. He’d sort of been hoping you’d text him happy birthday, and but that never happened. He doesn’t think anybody in the world besides his mom knows what day it is today, and Spencer had to remind her, so.
“Spence,” you say, your smile of a calibre he’s never witnessed, standing in front of the kitchen island with your hands behind your back, “I hope you know I’ve been waiting two whole hours for you to get back. Actually, I’ve been waiting all day, but you can’t be blamed for working. Okay. Are you ready?”
“Am I ready? What did you want help with?”
You step to the side, grinning, the sleeves of your nice blouse like big, soft petals around your wrists and against your thighs. “Tada!” you say, guiding his attention to the silver platter on the countertop, a chocolate cake at centre stage and stuck with candles, flames aglow. “I rushed to light them when I heard the door,” you tell him, and he can hear your breathlessness now, your excitement for him evident. “A lot of candles, you’re getting old! Too old for chocolate sprinkle. I should’ve got you something sophisticated.”
“You got me a cake?”
“It’s your birthday,” you say happily. “Happy birthday, Spencer. I got you some presents, too, but the cake is the best, it’s from the Leaven. How fancy is that?”
“Will you sing?” he asks.
He doesn’t know why he asks. He’s mostly kidding, but you smile shyly and beckon him toward you. “I’ll sing. Come stand over here.”
You sing him happy birthday, and he blows out his candles, only ten candles altogether but enough to feel like a kid as the heat kisses his chin.
“Okay, and I got you this,” you say, finally pulling both hands from behind your back, seemingly eager to move the focus from your performance.
It’s a bundle about as thick as an average novel. He knows it’ll be books before he opens it, because you know him, and it’s in your nature to give him your everything.
He doesn’t look at them. He takes the package blindly and shoves it onto the counter, wrapping you in a hug so hard it makes your back click. “I’m sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t let go. You don’t make him. “Sorry, I just– I–” You’re the only one who remembered. “Thank you for the cake.”
You hug him not quite as hard, but tight. “Hey, it’s okay. I love you, you’re my best friend ever, you can pop me like a roll of dough any day of the week.” You might be exaggerating. Spencer doesn’t know. “But especially today, you know. You can have anything you want.”
Spencer should let go. Anything you want, you’d said. He hugs you until he’s sure you’re sick of him, your thumb pressing little circles into his shoulder, his arms tucked up under your armpits and around your back. “Thanks,” you murmur.
“What?” he asks. “For what?”
“For such a good hug. And being a great roommate. And for not complaining about the candles.”
“The candles are perfect.”
You lean back in his arms. “Thank you. Now what do you want first, cake or dinner?”
Spencer really wants another hug. “Um. Cake?”
“Good choice, handsome.”
His cheeks are pink by the time he gets a slice, but it’s the best birthday cake he’s ever had.
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Lando waking you up on this fine valentines mornings
Smut under the cut!, I apologize for any errors this was rushed
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You could feel the kisses on the back of your neck before your sleepy mind was able to register the hand between your thighs that had slowly began to creep inside your panties.
“Mm, Lan..what’re you-“
“Shh, just lie back and relax baby.” He shushed as he pulled your body flush against his as he pushed the soft cotton of your panties to the side.
You whimpered as his fingers came in contact with your clit, he moved in slow tedious motions, never going faster even as you begged him. You could feel the burn at the bottom of your spine emerging as your cunt began to clench around nothing.
“Please Lan, m’ getting close.” You cried but the boy did the exact opposite of what you were begging for.
Ripping his wet fingers from your cunt Lando shushed your protesting whines as he pushed his pants down freeing his hardened member.
Your protests came to a stop the second you felt the weight of him on your back, you could feel the bit of wetness left on your back from his thick tip.
You both shared a moan as he ran the head of his cock through your folds, hooking one of your legs over his Lando pushed in with ease thanks to your wetness.
“Oh fuck.” You cried as he filled you until all you could feel was him, his hips flush against your ass while the tip of his cock nudged that spot deep inside you.
“So tight baby, always so good for me.” He moaned out behind you as he picked up his thrusts, his hips slapping against the skin of your plump ass as one of his hands circled your waist.
Your head fell back to rest in the nook of his neck as your body took in his unwavering thrusts, his cock never failing to hit your sweet spot with ease.
“So good lan, so fuckin good.” You cried as you gripped onto the arm he held around your waist.
“Yeah? You enjoy being fucked first thing in the morning huh?” He chuckled knowing this was how you preferred to be woken up.
“Mhm.” You whined.
Lando smirked as he felt your cunt tightening around him hugging his cock so deep he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to last for you.
Removing his arm from your waist he reached down and resumed his movements on your clit, his fingers moving as fast as his hips did, drawing a loud cry from deep within your throat.
“Lan I’m getting close, please don’t stop.” You cried out hands gripping the sheets as you felt the fire growing strong in your lower belly.
“Go ahead baby, come for me.” He encouraged as his lips made contact with your shoulder over his shirt you wore.
“Fuck!” You cried as the feeling took over your body, your legs shaking as your chest heaved.
Lando wasn’t far behind as the feeling of your orgasm pushed him to reach his, with a few more strong strokes he stilled inside of you.
You whimpered at the feeling of his warmth filling your walls, Lando’s hips rutted a few more times before he pulled himself from the warmth of your core.
Turning around you smiled up at him, his eyes bright as he dipped down to press his lips against yours. It was sweet and full of passion, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you impossibly closer to him.
“Happy valentines love.” He spoke softly as he finally pulled his lips from yours.
“Happy Valenti-Lando! Your car launch!” You gasped as you turned to look at the clock on the bedside table of the hotel room.
“It’s not for a few more hours relax” he laughed as he pulled you closer and snuggled into the warmth of the bed.
“We can relax for a bit longer before we have to start getting ready and then I can give you your gift.” He smirked.
“I said no gifts this year!”
“I don’t care, got you one anyways.” He sassed as he placed one last kiss to your head before closing his eyes.
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sorry for spamming your acc i’ve js been obsessed with your fics!! i was thinking like reader only just getting used to Rafe spoiling her and then overhearing people call her like a gold digger and going back to not wanting him to spend as much as a cent on her and crying that people think of her that way and him comforting her and assuring her he WANTS to spend his money on her and takes her on a shopping spree the next day or something? idek, ignore this if you don’t like it ❤️
╰┈➤ spoil you
warnings: cursing, threats (sort of)
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hot tears trickled down her flushed face as her hands struggled, furiously shoving the lavish materials back into their rightful bags. ‘she’s just using him’ — the words cut and nipped at her as they did laps in her mind, spitefully. she couldn’t see the jealousy in those same words through teary eyes, she almost believed them. what am i doing? she thought.
exhaling deeply, she sat back against her bed, her fingers threading through the plush carpet as her eyes scanned the shopping bags before her. dollars upon dollars lay before her, scattered around her bedroom, hidden by the paper wearing all of the expensive names. dior, chanel, versace and so on. her hands moved to squeeze and pinch at her own skin, desperately wishing to be out of it. she felt disgusting, how could she let such a sweet boy do this for her? how could such a shallow girl wear such materials?
her racing thoughts were quickly distracted by the heavy footsteps on the stairs, coming to a stop outside her bedroom door.
“y/n? baby? you ready to go?” the voice asked so calmly, blissfully unaware of the mess on the other side. through sniffles, y/n quickly wiped away the remaining tears. “i—um, i don’t think i want to go..” she muttered, just loud enough for a frown to pull at his features.
he tilted his head, unbeknownst to her as he moved to the handle, working quickly to shove the door open. rafe’s mouth fell agape as he rushed towards her frame, curled up on the floor, tear marks painting the beautiful dress he’d requested she wore to their date that day.
“sweetheart, what’s wrong? did someone upset you?” he cooed, yet the gruff, threatening undertone didn’t go unnoticed. shaking her head, she relaxed into his touch as he slotted himself next to her, pulling her head into his sweater clad chest. “then why are you crying baby?”
catching her breath, her eyes moved to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes as if she’d burst into tears once again. “do you— do you think i’m using you?” y/n whimpered, blinking away any tears threatening to spill. rafe’s eyebrows knit together as he craned his neck to look down at her, all sorts of questions filling his mind.
“my sweet girl— what are you talking about? ‘course i don’t” he soothed, reaching a steady hand to cup her cheek. “why would you say that?”
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after a good, long hour of more tears and an abundance of reassurance, rafe had finally managed to calm the flow of tears seeping through his sweater, through the art of forehead kisses and soft words.
“baby, what have i told you about listening to such spiteful words? huh? you are in no way a brat, or using me, or shallow, m’kay?” he sighed, pulling his lips into a thin line. “i buy you these things—“ gesturing to the mountains of bags and teddy bears, “because i want the absolute best for you, i want you to feel good, i want you to feel so unbelievably adored you don’t know what to do with yourself, alright?”
“but— but i can’t do the same for you rafey, i want to, i want to buy you things too! but i can’t..” she frowned, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “you do enough y/n, you don’t need to buy me things, the feeling of you lying on me at night is enough, the smile on your face when i walk through that door— is more than enough”
sighing contently, y/n nodded as she melted further into him— if that was possible.
“you gonna cheer up now? let me take you out?” he chuckled, twirling a slender hand around a couple strands of her now tangled hair. “mhm”
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“wait! your walking too fast rafe!” y/n pouted, drawing a hearty chuckle from him as he came to an exaggerated halt. holding out his arm for her, he waited as she skipped along the concrete, giggling profusely as she quickly linked her arm with his. “where to first?” he asked, the infamous smirk once again plastered on his face.
y/n’s face scrunched as she thought hard about this question, her hand— which was tightly wrapped around his forearm, coming to her attention. “well, i do need my nails repainted, they’re so grown out now!” she chirped, beaming up at him hopefully.
chuckling, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before leading her through the streets. “little brat..” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “hey!” she yelped, swatting his chest. “that’s not funny!”
“only teasing sweetheart, what colour were you thinkin’?”
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HELLO OMG I ADORE U SM LIKE-❤❤
aside from my endless love and appreciation for you, i'd also like to make a request if that's okay!, it's also gonna be NSFW and kinda shameless so my apologies if it's kida weird- IM NEW TO THIS REQUESTING STUFF AND ITS ALWAYS SO AWKWARD ASKING FOR STUFF LIKE THIS😭 (grammar mistakes are also possible, english is my second language and my keyboard is dyslexic)
I'm having MAJOR sub Lucifer brainrot and would LOVE to read anything with my needy boy in it<3 had a specific scenerio where he's being edged to the point he's crying and trashing around a little as he's begging. For what?, he doesn't know, he's just whining and whimpering for anything at this point, just whining for his mommy to touch him and that it hurts so much but it's so good<33 ending with soft aftercare where he slowly comes out of his subspace by sucking on and groping mommys tits, falling asleep in a peaceful cuddle :)
a/n — I’m so sleepy right now, so apologies for any grammar mistakes. I’ve looked over it twice but i’m genuinely scared for when I reread this tomorrow morning.
summary — Lucifer being mercilessly edged before sucking on the readers tits to fall asleep.
warnings — Fem!reader, use of the word mommy, sub Lucifer, edging, dom reader, obviously
“Mommy, please, nngh—“ Lucifer squirms on the bed, “I’ve been such a good boy.”
“And you’ll continue to be one, at least until I say you can cum,” you coo down at him all too sweetly. He whines pathetically and bucks his cock up into your hand.
At this point you’d been edging him for hours, sucking him off, riding him, and now giving him a simple hand job. Surprisingly, Lucifer had held strong this whole time.
You couldn’t lie, you were fully expecting to have to punish him for coming prematurely but he had held himself together this whole time. You could only assume he’d just wanted to be good for you that bad.
It almost made you pity him. He squirmed and thrashed around on the bed below you, a slick layer of sweat coating his forehead as he held himself back. His hair fell on his forehead in messy tangles and his cheeks were stained with tears.
He looked absolutely wrecked, ready and willing to do your bidding. Of course, if it meant he could finally cum.
“Ungh, mommy, help me, please. Please—“ He pleaded desperately, sniffing loudly and choking on his own spit, “Please I can’t hold off…”
His sentence trailed off as he found it increasingly hard to form words, let alone coherent thoughts.
“I know sweetie, and you’ve been so patient and good for me,” you praise, rubbing your hand on the tip of his dick as precum leaked out.
He whimpered and arched his back into your touch. His crying and sniffling was only interrupted by the inconsistent muttering of the word ‘mommy’ over and over again.
“So pretty like this, absolutely wrecked and desperate. My pretty boy,” you remark, jerking him off faster, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
He cried out, moaning and sobbing and he through his head back into the pillow.
You shush him, “Have you had enough, sweetheart? Do you think it’s time for you to cum?”
He nods his head vigorously and lets out tears of relief at the thought of finally being permitted to release.
“Yes, nngh—“ he whines, “—mommy, please. ‘ve been so good.”
“Yes you have, Lucifer,” you caress his face with your free hand, “It’s time for you to let go baby. You’re allowed.”
You barely get your sentence out before Lucifer arches his back, throws his head into the pillows once more, and releases.
Falling back, breathless, he lays there and waits for your touch.
It doesn’t take long for you to take a spot next to him, brushing his hair from out of his face, “My pretty boy, you did so good for mommy.”
Lucifer whines and curls up, laying his head on your lap and gazing up at you with half lidded eyes.
You stroke his hair and coo down praises at him, telling him how well he took everything and how proud of him you are.
It was only when you were just about to get up and clean the bed, Lucifer lifted his head up and hovered his hand over your exposed tits.
“May I have one?” Lucifer practically whispers, clearly not at all recovered from his submissive headspace.
You hesitate, but you figure it’d be easier to clean up after he falls asleep so you can just move him to the side.
Happily, you smile down at him and nod, “Of course, baby. Help yourself.”
He doesn’t waste time before latching onto your tit and sucking lazily. He moans slightly as he gropes the other one with his hand.
You rub his back and pull him closer, “Good boy. You look so pretty sucking on mommy’s tits like this.”
He whimpers against you and his lips start to move sloppily. It was clear Lucifer was being lured into a deep sleep, just as you expected.
His movements got slower and slower, just as your praise turned into quiet whispers of approval.
Finally he stopped moving, gradually falling limp against your chest. You take a moment to admire him sleeping before moving him aside to cleanup.
You softly clean Lucifer’s sleeping body in order to not wake him up, and make sure there aren’t any lingering liquids on the sheets around you.
After doing one finale scope of the area, you crawl in bed next to him and pull him into your chest, spooning him gently.
He was so pretty like this, sleeping safe and soundly next to you.
a/n — The idea of Lucifer with a mommy kink intrigues me heavily. You guys gotta let me cook on the physiological reasons why he’s into it though.
Can’t think of any at the moment but i’m tired and he’s a fucked up little guy. So i’m sure there are some
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel smut#dom reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer x reader
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i'm onto you
It may be Halloween, but it's also...@simplebtromance's birthday!!! You've been here with me pretty much since the beginning, and you deserve so much more than this ficlet, but I hope you love this anyway! We've had many a discussion about queer Wayne, so this is just a little something for you to sip on as a birthday treat 💖
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Wayne liked to think he couldn’t be rattled, not since Eddie “died” and showed up on his doorstep being held up by Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson looking like he hadn’t slept in a week and hadn’t showered for even longer.
But walking into his trailer to see Steve Harrington wrapped up in Eddie’s arms on his couch did startle him a bit.
It’s not like Steve was a stranger, not since he’d explained some of what happened to Eddie with certain looks that told him he wasn’t able to say more, please don’t ask, please accept what I’m telling you as the full truth and nothing but the truth. But he’d only been over when the kids were over, hanging back and watching them have fun with Eddie with a soft smile on his face.
Wayne noticed, he always noticed. But he didn’t really think much of it until now.
Steve was lying on top of Eddie, head on his chest and hand gripping his shirt like a lifeline. His face was relaxed, though, lips parted as he breathed shallowly. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around his back, hands not quite gripping, but clearly holding him tight.
It could be nothing.
It could just be that both of these boys had seen things that most wouldn’t understand and found solace in each other.
It could be that they didn’t mean to fall asleep like this.
It could be that they were exploring something together.
Wayne smiled to himself when Steve’s hand loosened, falling away from Eddie’s shirt. Eddie’s arms tightened briefly, his head turning so that his face buried more into Steve’s hair.
He walked towards his bedroom with the same fond smile on his face.
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It wasn’t the first time Wayne was woken up by the sound of loud music playing, but it was definitely the first time that it was the sound of Blondie blasting through the speakers of Eddie’s boombox.
His alarm clock said that it was almost ten in the morning, so he couldn’t be too mad. Six hours of sleep was more than he got for years, and from the sounds of it, Steve was still here and probably making them breakfast.
He’d done that a lot when Eddie was healing, unable to do much other than walk to the bathroom when he needed to and eat in his bed. Wayne was grateful for it, for Steve.
When he walked into the kitchen, he froze.
Eddie was sitting on the counter, Steve standing between his legs.
Kissing.
He considered turning around and pretending he hadn’t seen it, figured they’d both come to him when they were ready to acknowledge whatever they were.
But when he heard a quiet moan, he had to let them know he was there.
“Mornin’ boys.”
They jumped apart quickly, Steve turning towards the pan on the stove full of bacon with an obvious flush covering the back of his neck.
Eddie jumped off of the counter and tried to hide Steve’s discomfort.
“Hey. Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up,” Eddie started tugging on the ends of his hair, his nervous habit from childhood, even before his hair was this long.
“Music’s kinda loud. It’s okay though. Whatcha makin’?” He asked, pretending everything was normal, not pointing out that he’d just walked in on them making out in the kitchen.
“Bacon,” Steve’s shaking voice came from behind Eddie. “Fried eggs. Toast with peanut butter or jelly.”
“Sounds great,” Wayne said, walking to the coffee pot to grab a cup of coffee, smiling to himself when he realized that one of them had started a fresh pot not too long ago.
He snuck a glance at Steve, who looked like he was going to start crying any moment.
And that just didn’t sit right.
He didn’t want Steve to ever feel uncomfortable here, whether he was here as a friend to Eddie or more.
He set his mug back down without taking a sip and gently pushed Eddie aside to tug Steve into a hug.
Steve tensed in his arms for a moment, then relaxed, a shaky breath leaving him as Wayne rubbed his back.
“You’re allowed to be happy here, Steve. You don’t gotta tell me anything you don’t wanna, but you’re safe in this house. You and Ed both,” he said softly against the top of Steve’s head.
He was reminded of a similar discussion he’d had with Eddie when he was 14, when he’d been caught kissing an older boy when Wayne came home early from a shift at the plant. The boy ran, and Eddie had locked himself in his room for 15 minutes, furiously packing. When he opened the door to see Wayne leaning against the wall next to the door, unimpressed look on his face, he froze.
“Goin’ somewhere?” he’d asked him.
“You won’t want me to stay now, right?” Eddie had tried to sound confident, emotionless, but he was failing.
“Be a bit hypocritical of me to kick ya out for kissin’ a boy when I’ve got a boyfriend, wouldn’t it?”
Eddie unpacked, and they talked for a bit about Wayne’s boyfriend, Eddie being gay, and how he’d always be safe in Wayne’s house.
Steve had clearly never been given that kind of comfort, maybe hadn’t even had the chance to find that comfort in his own home. Wayne could give that to him.
“You don’t care that I’m, that we-” Steve started, almost immediately getting shushed by Wayne.
“Son, I’ve known Ed’s gay for years and if you think I wasn’t onto you the day you brought him to me half dead, I dunno what to tell ya.”
Eddie was standing to the side, watching quietly. Wayne didn’t need to see his face to know he was grateful.
“Sorry we kinda defiled the kitchen,” Steve finally said as he pulled away.
“Kissin’ ain’t defiling anything.”
Steve blushed again, wiped his eyes as he turned back to where the bacon was probably about to burn.
“No it’s not.”
Wayne paused as he thought about the phrasing of Steve’s response.
He looked over at Eddie, who was conveniently pouring his own cup of coffee. He didn’t even like coffee.
“My one and only rule is that you clean up after…whatever it is you’ve done to defile the shared space,” Wayne smirked. “I’d prefer it stays in the bedroom, though, kay?”
“Yes, sir,” Steve agreed, not making eye contact.
“Got it,” Eddie replied.
Any leftover awkwardness disappeared when Wayne tried to reach directly into the still sizzling pan to grab a piece of bacon, only to be swatted away by Steve.
“You’ll burn yourself!” Steve shook his head. “Now I see where Eddie gets it.”
“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I do not reach into still cooking pans! I wait until the food is on a plate before I burn myself!”
“My apologies. You’re just an idiot later,” Steve rolled his eyes, but the fondness in his tone gave away how much he cared about Eddie.
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Wayne started seeing Steve more often, usually wrapped in Eddie’s arms or holding his hand, or watching him play guitar.
He spent the night more often than not, and Wayne sometimes overheard his yelling when he had a nightmare.
Eddie explained to him that they’d gotten better, but he’d probably always have nights where the monsters made an appearance, and unfortunately, getting him out of the nightmare was pretty difficult.
If Wayne was awake already, he usually brought a cup of tea to Eddie’s room and gave them both a quick kiss on the head.
He also made them breakfast most mornings, liked cooking for them, experimenting with new recipes and finding interesting flavor combinations.
After a few months of this, Wayne suggested he look into culinary school.
“There’s a place in Indy, I know one of the chefs there. He’d probably be able to help ya get started,” Wayne said around a bite of his peach pancakes with vanilla syrup.
“I dunno if I can do much besides breakfast and desserts,” Steve shrugged, looking down at his plate. “Plus, Indy’s too far to be driving back and forth every day. I still have to work.”
“Not if you live there. And you could probably work at a restaurant in the evenings.”
Eddie watched them both, unreadable expression on his face.
“Maybe.”
“You know, there’s a few bars there that I could play at. A record shop that probably would hire me,” Eddie chipped in casually, taking a bite of his pancake.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Yeah. I mean, we’d need to find somewhere cheap, but we could swing it. I’ve got some money still from the government.”
“Yeah, but-”
Eddie’s fork clinked against his plate when he set it down.
“Stevie. Do you want to try?”
Wayne watched them watch each other, small smile forming as he started to understand their silent conversation.
“Only if it’s with you, baby,” Steve finally said.
“Then we’ll go this weekend to check it out.”
– – – – – – – –
Wayne got to watch them choose each other.
He watched them choose a life outside of Hawkins.
He watched them choose a future where they could have a happiness he could only dream of.
They came to visit often, and invited Wayne to their apartment almost as often.
They even brought him to one of their favorite bars, known for being a safe place for queer people, where he struck up a conversation with one of the bartenders, Larry.
And then he got to choose a life outside of Hawkins too.
One that led to more happiness than he could have pictured for himself.
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lazy day with bllk boys
characters: sae, rin, nagi, karasu, reo
fluff
m.list || rules || requests are open :)
note: i had more ideas but i got lazy lmao, feel free to ask for more
Sae + beach day
it’s better when it’s sunny but honestly he just needs it
he goes whenever he has a day off
you two usually eat around the harbor, take cute pictures, visit a little if you can
Sae loves beach more than anything in life but if you ask him he’ll never admit it. Yet that’s where he find himself naturally going when he needs some fresh air and needs to clear his mind. It happened to be rather cloudy today, but it means less people outside so he’s not complaining. He didn’t felt like dealing with people trying to talk to him. Beside you.
You always tag along since you’re a sea lover as well – and that you love collecting rocks.
“Sae, Sae look at this one !” you cheered while getting up and rushing to him. Showing off your really cute, red rock to him with a smile, he can’t help but nod with a little smile in return before offering his hand. You leave it to him so he could clean it up before giving it back to you. It’s an habit now, because you hate it when you have stuff on your hands.
You took his other hand and started walking around the beach again, admiring the view even without sun or boats. It was calm, just like you like as well.
“There.” He gave the rock back to you as he secretly promised and he couldn’t wait to see where you’re going to put it in his apartment.
Nagi + gaming
understand : usual day off
he’s always gaming anyway but that’s the rare occasion you play with him
“Ah… Ah! Aaah!!” you whined, almost throwing the controller across the room. You fell on your back, laying down with open arms. “I think I’m gonna die now. It’s fine, I can’t face the shame.”
“You did great.” Nagi added quietly, already getting ready for the next game. You two were playing Mario Party together, one of the only game you play in fact. “Come on, I choose the next one.”
No answer.
“Come onnnnn.” It was his time to whine but when you still didn’t answer him, he had to use his special technique : laying flat on top of you. A strangle oof left your lips before you tried to pus him. It’s your tall, heavy boyfriend against your limited strength.
“Move !!” you command but it fell into deaf ear. You cry even more, not really in the mood to receive the treatment you gave.
“Okay,I’m sorry ! I’m ready now move please ! I can’t breath !”
“You’re a liar,” he started, pulling himself up on one arm. “You’re still breathing.” You roll your eyes at his statement.
“No shit.” you scoffed before pushing him for good. “I’m gonna win this time.”
Nagi only nod, knowing dawn well you won’t but still loving your enthusiasm.
Reo + bath and skin care
he likes to take care of you and himself
his day off are dedicated to that
+ funny picture to decorate your wall
A mask now setting on you face, your whole body was immersed in hot, bubbly water and all your muscles were finally able to relax. Your back resting against Reo, you look up to catch him looking at his phone, with a mask on his face as well.
You two just had the best skin care routine hour and Reo had the wonderful idea to run a bath. That’s how you ended up with both you hair up and you blowing bubbles around like a child. It’s been a while, you missed it.
“Babe, hear this,” and then he goes on about some news about one of Mikage corporation’s partner and their research. You don’t get about everything about business but you still into it as well, but you weren’t really in the mood. Kissing his jaw, you answered.
“What about I don’t and you try to disconnect a little ?” You took his phone off his hand after whipping your hand. Reo sighs behind you but you didn’t mind. His head laid on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back in the water. After putting a soft, lofi background music you were back in the hot water and in your lover’s arms. Reo slowly stroking your arm while talking about some book he’d like to read, finally leaving work behind. You couldn’t ask for more.
Karasu + reading together
he likes some quality time on his resting day
some tea, a good book and you reading by his side
Karasu couldn’t ask for more when you asked him to make another tea pot. You already have finish it when he only drank 2 cup, but it also mean that you’re really into your book and he loved that sight. You gasping from time to time, holding your month or even when it shows that it takes you everything to not get up to run laps around the house.
You know he likes to have close while reading session but sometimes it just physically hurt you. And he makes fun of you every times. His laughter filling the whole place, light and so annoying but you can’t help but tag along after a few second.
You can’t even give it back because he doesn’t react at all, annoying you a lot, but you accepted it in the end.
All of that with the tea he kindly makes every single time you two sat down in his living room to read.
Rin + him reading for you or vice versa
depends on who’s tired
but he reads better than you
still find it calming when it’s you
“ “I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.” “Huh ?” I asked –” you quoted, reading one of your favorite book to Rin. He was laying his head in your lap, kind of falling asleep from time to time but still catching up when something bothered him in your tone or the story.
“She’s annoying with her maze.” he noted.
“I think he is to not get it.” she answered, sounding a little offended. “He’s annoying all the time in fact. I get her, but I don’t get him.” she added before going on. Rin knew that, he heard about it enough, yet he never once read it and the last time you said you felt like reading it again, he asked you to read it to him.
You two don’t really share any tastes in books, but you still kind of enjoy it when the other is reading it for you. You usually get fed up by his reading and Rin found yours comforting, but maybe it’s just your voice. He likes the fact that you try, maybe a little too hard, to show the emotions. It’s deep too, in some kind, and he knows you’re especially close, if he may say, to the things you read. It’s like discovering you again.
i hope you liked it !
it's me, i collect rocks. the book y/n's reading in rin's one is Looking for Alaska by John Green.
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nurturing — billy the kid
pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of violence, death, trauma, sickness, established relationship, reader is also a gunslinger, Y/N usage, standard billy the kid warnings.
authors note: yes i love this man so bad. him in billy the kid deadass altered my brain chemistry lmao. this fic is based off of this request— please, continue to send me your ideas and whatnot, i love reading them! i hope you enjoy <3
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When you woke up, that unusual ringing in your ears, that pounding in your head, and the scratchiness of your throat— you knew you had fallen ill. One of the boys in the gang, or hell, maybe even someone you had came across had given you something— you didn’t really want to know.
You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you pulled the covers closer to you, attempting to sleep away the sickness. You didn’t want to get up to go to the doctors nor did you have enough money to even pay one. So you did what you do best— ignoring the problem completely.
You fell back asleep easily, sleeping the day and night away completely. When your eyes first fluttered open due to the sunlight intruding on your slumber, you thought you were free from the confines of your illness, but you were mistaken.
The second you sat up, all symptoms that were now arguably worse returned within an instant, causing you to get dizzy. You crashed back down instantly, a whine leaving your lips. Your muscles ached from staying in bed all day, and you wanted a damn drink— a real one. And you wanted to see your cowboy.. so bad. But with the pounding in your head feeling just as powerful as your heartbeat, the thought of even moving made you want to throw up.
And it did— you wanted to cry as you were forced to rush to the trash can in the corner. After 5 minutes of throwing up, your stomach finally relented. You carried yourself back over to your bed, the exhaustion taking over once again.
Hours later, a soft yet powerful knock on your door woke you up with a jump. Your eyebrows knitted as you heard the knocks only get louder. Now alert and awake, you slowly reached for your gun-belt that was neatly rested on your bedside table, grabbing your loaded pistol and cocking it. You used the pistol to slightly lift up the curtain to your window— it was raining, and it was night.
No one good could be paying you a visit at this hour.
You crept over to the door, the knocks only increasing in volume. You slowly turned the handle, your gun tightly in your grip— finger ghosting over the trigger. Adrenaline and anxiety coursed through your veins, you didn’t even feel sick anymore.
The door creaked open, and you pointed the pistol at whoever was out there before you revealed your form.
“Jesus, lady.” Billy’s soft laugh hit your ears, making you lower the gun instantly, placing it on the table by the door. “Stayin’ ready, huh?”
A heavy sigh of relief left your lips as you silently walked into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as your headache began to form again. His arms wrapped around you quickly, the tip of his hat hitting your head when he leaned down to leave a kiss on your hair.
“You alright, honey?” He whispered, still holding you. “Been wonderin’ where you were. Supposed to meet me at the stables earlier.”
You sighed, completely forgetting your plans with the man. “I’m sorry, Billy,” Your hoarse voice whispered. “I’m sick, I been asleep all day.”
His eyebrows knitted together in concern immediately, as he pushed you off his shoulder to cradle your face in his hands gently. “How bad is it?”
“Just feel like shit,” You chuckled, sending a smile to his face. “I’m okay, Billy.”
His eyes clouded with worry. “C’mon, let’s get you in— away from this storm before it gets you sicker.” He ushered you in. “You seen a doctor yet?” He asked.
“Nah, I didn’t think it would get worse, plus it’s not like I got the money to pay one. Tried to sleep it off, I felt too bad yesterday to get out of bed at all.” You responded as you went to lay down. He tucked your gun back into its holster, before he went to refill your water.
He came back a moment later, a glass of water and a wet rag in hand.
“Thank you,” You whispered as you took a sip, as he placed the wet rag on the back of your neck.
He hummed back to you, laying down next you once you put the water aside, bringing you into his arms.
“You gotta tell me when you’re sick, darlin’.” He whispered to you in the moon lit room. “Can’t loose you to somethin’ like that. Happened to me too many times.”
“I’m sorry, Billy.. I— I don’t mean to worry you.” You said, looking up at him.
“You don’t gotta apologize, baby, just tell me next time so I can come take care of you, y’know?” He smiled, a lovey smile on his lips as he bent down to leave a kiss on your nose. “What can of man would I be if I left my lady to lay sick alone?” He pinched your side slightly, a giggle escaping your lips.
“I reckon you’d be a regular ole’ cowboy.” You joked.
“Well, luckily for you, I happen to be an outlaw.” He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you— but your finger pressed into his lips stopped him. He looked at you, offended.
“I don’t want to get you sick,” You told him, your smile now more teasing.
“I don’t give a damn about some cold, baby.” He pushed your hand out the way, pressing his lips against yours in an instant, the man kissing you passionately— as if you possessed the air he so very needed. He pulled back, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. “Haven’t seen you in days, missed the feelin’ of your lips.” He muttered against your lips before connecting them again, his words sending shivers down your spine, your arms wrapping around his neck.
You felt comfort in the fact that you’d always have your outlaw to be there to make you feel better, no matter what.
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🧸 max with his daughter when she has a nightmare🥺
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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Max was never a heavy sleeper.
Even as a young child, the smallest of noises could wake the boy up. His mother used to say he was a nuisance, that Victoria could sleep through the apocalypse but he would be up and ready when the postman pushed the mail through the door. Maybe it was the racer in him, maybe it was an innate urge to be constantly vigilant even in sleep. But he was just never a heavy sleeper.
And after your daughter was born, being a light sleeper was a blessing in disguise.
It was rough, obviously. Waking up in the middle of the night to a small newborn crying wasn’t easy on any set of parents. But Max felt useful for it. You had done more than enough. You had done more than he ever could have asked for. The least he could do was to be the one to wake up in the middle of the night to comfort your daughter, and let you rest.
It was something that seemed to follow into Claudia Verstappen’s toddler years.
He had just come back from a triple header, eager to spend some time with his family before he was forced to fly out for the next race. The house was quiet and the lights were off when he arrived. He had scratched Jimmy and Sassy on the head when he walked past, took a quick shower before settling into bed beside you, happy to just finally have you in his arms again.
It hadn’t even been an hour before he heard the screams.
He was up instantly, blinking away the sleepiness in his eyes and scanning the room for the source of the noise. It took a few seconds before he realised it wasn’t coming from inside the room, but instead one down the hall.
He hadn’t even bothered to slide his feet into slippers before he was racing out the room, a little dazed but the tightness in his chest was his main concern when he realised the noises were coming from his daughter’s room. He barreled through the door, wide eyes taking in the sight in front of him before he realised what was happening.
Claudia was still asleep. She was clenching the sheets, letting out soft whimpers and cries as she jerked around in her bed like something was trying to grab at her. She opened her mouth, a painful cry for help leaving her lips and Max felt every hair on his body rise as he quickly raced over to her side.
“Shhh, Claudia, baby, wake up for me,” he softly called out to her, his hands holding her arms to try and stop her from hurting herself. “Wake up, schatje, it’s just a dream. A bad dream. Come on, Claudia, wake up for me.”
When the girl had finally woken up, it took a few seconds before she realised her father was in front of her, and then she threw herself into Max’s arms.
Max caught her with ease, his arms wrapping around her protectively as he held her to his chest. He placed a few kisses on the top of her head, placed in between murmurs and whispers that she was safe with him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered when she had finally stopped crying, wiping her teary eyes and snotty nose on his shirt, but he didn’t care.
Claudia shook her head, sniffling slightly. “No.”
“Was it a monster? You know Daddy will protect you from the monsters,” he said to her, pulling back slightly so he could run his thumbs over her puffy cheeks.
“It wasn’t a monster,” she whispered, her lips turning downwards. “You were gone. Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.”
“Hey, hey,” he softly called out to her, seeing the way her shoulders began to shake like she was about to start crying again. “Look at me, schatje. I’m never gonna leave you, okay?”
Claudia nodded.
“You’re my little princess,” Max said to her, lightly poking her stomach until she flashed him a bashful grin. “Who else am I going to spoil?”
“Mama?” Claudia guessed honestly, staring up at her father with wide eyes.
Max couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like spoiling Mama too. My queen and my princess, that’s what you two are.”
“Does that make you king, Daddy?” Claudia asked, still clinging onto him as she made herself comfortable on his lap.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” he hummed as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Do you think you can go back to bed?”
Claudia blinked up at him. “Can you stay with me, Daddy?”
“Of course, schatje,” he murmured, and it was almost comical to see him curl up into the little princess pink race car bed she had, but he didn’t care. Claudia nuzzled herself against her father’s side, a small yawn escaping her lips.
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, princess.”
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Opposites Attract
Neteyam x Omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)
Warnings: smut, cursing, dom neteyam, brat-taming neteyam, alcohol usage, degrading kink, slapping, spitting, neck grabbing, creampie, multiple orgasms.
Synopsis: You party and drink way too much for Neteyams liking. But like the good bf he is, he always babysits you, making sure that you don’t get yourself into trouble. What happens when you become stubborn? Completely belligerent when he’s ready to go?
Neteyam was tired. Tired of you, to say the least. He loved you with all of his heart, with every fiber of his being. But he was….tired.
You were a party girl, a free soul If you will. And he knew this when he decided to claim you as his. He thought he could handle all of the trouble you sent him through every night you went out, but boy was he in over his head.
If he wasn’t prying drink after drink out of your hands, he was shielding your body from the predatory gaze of other men. He hated when other men looked at you. It made his skin crawl, his blood boil. And you made it no better with the skimpy cloths you wore. But he didn’t want to be “that” boyfriend, the type to control what you wore, or what you did. So he’d just protect you, watch for any creeps that were looking when you weren’t paying attention. And tonight was no different.
“Teyammm!” You whined, hugging him from behind as he poured himself a drink, non alcoholic ofcourse. He had to be on his P’s and Q’s with you. “What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink as he caressed your dainty arms.
“Just onnneee more drink, please?” You asked in your whiny tone. You were on drink 3, and the hazy feeling was slowly taking over. His goal for tonight was to keep you as calm and coherent as possible, since you normally liked to black out.“No fucking way. You’re not getting blacked out drunk like you did last night. I refuse!”
He demanded, turning around in your embrace to face you.“Oh come onnnn! We’re at a party for crying out loud! You’re no fun.” You pouted, crossing your arms. He looked down at you with slight irritation brewing behind his eyes.
“Your definition of fun and my definition are two totally different things! You like to be incoherent, and that’s fucking dangerous. Half of the time you can’t even remember what the hell happened the night before. That’s irresponsible… not fun.” He explained sternly, braids swinging with every slight movement of his head.
“And who are you to tell me that I’m irresponsible? You’re not my father! You don’t have to monitor me like I’m a fucking child.” You said with the biggest attitude, looking up at him with nothing but anger. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched with brutal force. He was livid, and it sent chills down your spine.
“Yeah…I’m just going to assume that you’ve had too much to drink. Either that, or you’ve lost your fucking mind talking to me like that. You act like a child, you get treated like one. Simple. Anything else you wanted to get off your chest while you’ve got so much liquid courage? Huh?” He asked angrily, towering over your small figure as his head tilted, waiting for a response.
And nothing…you had no rebuttal. He shut you up, like he often did. All you could do was stare up at him blankly. “That’s what I thought. Now go have fun with your friends. We leave in an hour.” He spoke lowly, kissing the tip of your nose before taking another sip of his drink.
“I hate you…” you spat, glaring up at him with nothing but anger behind your eyes. He let out a soft chuckle, trying his best to refrain from choking you out right there, in-front of everyone.
“Yeah, ok. Watch your mouth.” He spoke with a slight grin, still a hint of aggression in his voice. “Go before I change my mind.” He said, pointing to the crowd of dancing na’vi. You hissed, rolling your eyes before turning around. You let your tail slap his chest aggressively before walking away from him. He hissed loudly, jaw clenched to calm himself down as he watched you walk away from him.
It had been about 30 minutes since your little disagreement with Neteyam, and you were 5 drinks in thanks to your friends. You were having the best time. Singing and dancing without a care in the world, and better yet…no Neteyam in sight. Or so you thought.
“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Neteyam spoke lowly through gritted teeth, gripping his cup so hard that the veins in his hands were so close to bursting. Lo’ak stood beside him, watching the scene in-front of him.
“They’re having fun. Why are you so fucking uptight, bro?” Lo’ak chuckled, gripping neteyam’s shoulder. Neteyam’s eyes shifted to the group of hungry males staring in your direction, and it angered him in the ways he couldn’t even describe.
“You seeing this shit?” Neteyam asked, nudging his head towards the group of males before taking a sip of his drink, this one being full of alcohol. Lo’ak snapped his head towards them, then back to his brother with a confused look plastered across his face.
“Bro. Are you serious? Everyone knows y/n belongs to you. Trust me. You’ve made it very clear. What’s the harm in just looking?” Lo’ak asked, arms out in confusion.
“When you get a girlfriend, you’ll understand how I feel. All you do is fuck girls and throw them away the next morning. You’ve ran through this entire clan TWICE. I’m surprised you don’t have a million children by now. so I’m not listening to shit you have to say.” Neteyam spat angrily, never taking his eyes off of you. Lo’aks jaw was practically on the floor, in shock at his brothers rage.
Neteyam was so focused on you that he couldn’t even give his brother the reaction he was looking for. He watched you dance erotically with your skimpy cloths, barely covering your body. The way you guzzled drink, after drink. The way you climbed on the table, practically giving every male a free show. And that was his last straw, he’d had enough. He crushed the styrofoam cup, letting the drink glide down his hand before throwing it to the ground. “That’s it!” He growled, walking over to you with long, angry strides.
You were in your own world, so much so that you didn’t even notice Neteyam glaring up at you, eyes filled with irritation. “That’s enough, get down!” He signaled with his finger, pointing to the ground. Your head snapped down at him, and an innocent smile crept across your face.
“Heyyyy babeee! I-is it time to go?” You spoke so innocently, your precious tone lingering through his mind, causing him to soften his demeanor slightly. He sighed, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yes, baby. It’s time to go. Get down before you hurt yourself.” He said calmly with a lighthearted smile. He stretched out his hand for you to grab, hoping you would just take it and not give him a hard time tonight. But as always….he was wrong.
“Nooo, 10 more minutes teyam pleaseeee!” You whined over the loud music, pouting down at him. He threw his head down in defeat, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“No y/n. I’m tired. let’s just go, baby please. Just be a good girl for me tonight. Don’t give me a hard time.” He pleaded, caressing the back of your leg as he looked up at you desperately.
“No! I wanna stay!” You spat, snatching out of his grip. That sent him off, and his desperation quickly turned into frustration, rage.
“Y/n…I’ve been nothing but patient with you. Please don’t make me snatch you up In front of everyone.” He spoke lowly, growls bubbling deep in his chest. It scared you, but you liked the challenge.
“Well, I’m not LEA-VING! Understand?” You spoke slowly, so he felt every word. And all it did was pissed him off. His breathing became rapid, his expression turned cold, and low growls exited with every hard exhale.
“Fuck! Why do you make me do this everytime?!” He growled, grabbing your legs to place you over his shoulder.
“Let me gooooo! You’re no fun! I hate you!” You whined, hitting his back repeatedly, not even phasing him. “Yeah? well I hate you too! Now shut up!” He spat, stomping off with you draped across his shoulder.
The walk to your hut was filled with nothing but hatred, terrible words spewed at each other out of anger. And once you too finally returned, the argument continued, growing larger and larger by the second.
“You’re always so fucking uptight! I hate when you’re like this!” You yelled as he plopped you down onto the bed. Backing up to take a good look at you.
“You hate when I’m like this? I hate when YOU’RE like this! You always give me the hardest fucking time! I’m tired of babysitting your drunk ass! GROW UP!” He yelled, gesturing angrily, muscles flexing with every fatal word.
“Fuck you, Neteyam.” you whispered, rolling your eyes as you laid down, turning your back to him. His eyes widened, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Huh? Say that shit again?” He asked in a calm tone, but the anger seeped through. You turned slightly, just enough to see his enraged expression.
“I said FUCK YOU. Go to fucking hell. I literally hate you, I don’t even know why we’re together right now. We’re completely opposite, and you’re FUCKING BORING! Now good-NIGHT!” You confessed, rolling your eyes once more before turning back around, letting your eyes shut in exhaustion.
Neteyam was in complete shock. His eye twitched in frustration. Hands running across his face to refrain from putting them on you. Cracking his knuckles to release stress, but it wasn’t working. He was livid, the most angry he’d ever been with you.
You heard his footsteps creeping towards the door before it shut loudly, and then the room fell silent. Assuming that he left, you sighed and got alittle more comfortable.
About 15 seconds goes by before you’re yanked out of bed by your queue. Dragged across the floor like a rag doll.“w-what are y- ouch!- you doingggg?!” You yelled, holding the base of your queue, in fear that it would rip out of your skull.
“Did you really think I was going to let you talk to me like that? And that consequences wouldn’t follow? Huh?” He muttered through gritted teeth before flipping you on all fours, pushing your head down into the ground beneath you.
“Ugh! You’re such an idiot! m-mooove!” You whined, wiggling under his grasp. He smacked your ass hard, leaving a purple handprint. You yelped in pain, immediately stopping all of your attempts to escape. He wrapped your queue around his forearm, yanking your head back. A series of grunts, groans, and hisses escaped your mouth.
“Shut that shit up, right now! You must’ve forgotten who the fuck I am. So let me fucking remind you!” He growled in your ear before ripping your loincloth from your hips, decorative beeds flying all across the room. He untied his, letting it fall to his knees to reveal his huge cock.
“Teyam! g-go easy on me! I’m sorry, baby! I swear it won’t happen again!” You pleaded with him as you always did before he punished you. And you got punished often, for giving your mate such a hard time. You deserved it, and you knew it.
“So fucking pathetic. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging for mercy. Not as big and bad as you portray yourself to be, huh? You’re really just a fucking brat. And you know what I do with brats, my love!” He grunted, situating himself behind you before slamming into you with great force.
“Ah! F-Fuck Teyammm!” You whimpered, throwing your head down in his grasp. He wasted no time thrusting into you hard, and deep. Your eyes rolled back, lip in between your teeth to muffle your loud moans.
“That didn’t take long. Already drunk off my cock. You’re such a fucking slut!” He chuckled, smacking your ass once more. “S-so fucking deep! I-I can’t-“ you moaned deliriously, digging your nails into the ground beneath you.
“Mhmm you can’t what? Tell me!” He grunted, speeding up the pace on purpose, just to watch you crumble underneath him.
“T-Teyam please! s-slow downn!” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
“You gave me the hardest time earlier! Why the fuck should I go easy on you, huh? Don’t tell me what the fuck to do!” He roared, pushing your head down into the ground.
“I-I hate youuu!” You moaned, face balling up in pleasure. “Mhmm baby, I hate you too! Now shut up, and take it.” He spoke in his sensual tone, watching your ass meet his pelvis with every thrust, bottom lip in between his teeth. He angled his hips up, ensuring that he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. Your eyes widened, jaw dropping immediately.
You lazily tried to claw your way out of his grasp, being somewhat successful before he yanked you back down onto him. You let out a high pitched scream, legs shaking from your in coming orgasm.
“Don’t run away from me, baby. I just wanna make you feel good. Doesn’t it feel good?” He chuckled, smacking your ass a few times. You knew he was full of shit, such a sarcastic fuck. He knew you were close to your breaking point, and that’s exactly what he wanted.
“T-Tooo good, Teyam please! You’re fucking killing me!” You screamed, feeling that knot in your stomach tightening.
“That’s what I like to hear. Let me speed up for you, yes?” He asked sarcastically, deepening his thrusts, and speeding up the pace.
“No FUCK! Teyam i-I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks.“Say please.” Neteyam spat, using the band of your top as leverage to rut into you deeply.
“Please please please let me cum! I can’t hold it- I-I need to cum Teyam. Please!!” You pleaded, feeling the knot in your stomach unravel slowly.
“Mmm I love when you beg for it. You wanna cum that bad, baby?” He asked with a slight smirk, watching your fucked out facial expressions.
“YES YES PLEASE! IM SORRY NETEYAM! IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN J-JUST- PLEASE LET ME CUM!” You screamed, body starting to shake in neteyam’s grasp. He rolled his eyes, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Go ahead, cum on this dick.” He spoke lowly, and that was all you needed. Letting out a high pitched scream as your juices flowed down his shaft with every thrust.
“Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!” You moaned breathily, riding out your high. He pulled out slowly, revealing his wet cock, lines of your juices dripping to the ground beneath him. He flipped you over, pulling you down to him by your thighs.“I’m not done with you yet. You’ve been a bad bad girl. You know that?” He asked, rubbing his cock in between your soaked folds.
“I-I apologized, baby! I’m sorryyyy!” You whined, nodding your head frantically to convince him that you’ve learned your lesson. He titled his head, eyebrow cocked, mouth slightly agape as he licked his lips. Looking as if he wanted to eat you alive.
“Mhmm, you always apologize. And we always end up here, don’t we?” He asked sticking his tongue out to let his saliva drip down onto your sensitive clit, all while maintaining intense eye contact with you.
He used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, making your back bow to the ground, moaning breathlessly. He grabbed his cock, sliding into you slowly. You both let out a series of moans, before he started to pump into you at a steady pace.“Do you plan on being a good girl from now on, or am I going to have to fuck some sense back
Into you tomorrow night?” He asked, ripping your top off of you, revealing your plump breasts. “I’ll be a good girl for you, Teyammm! I-I swear!” You moaned, head thrown all the way back in pleasure.
“No baby, look at me. I don’t believe you.” He shook his head before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Now say it again!” He growled.
“OK OK!! I’ll be a good girl Neteyam, I-I nghh!- I swearrrr!” You cried, tears running down your cheeks, to his fingertips. He used his thumb to wipe your tears away as he sped up his pace.
“Yeah that’s what the fuck I thought. Don’t ever disrespect me again! Understood?” He asked angrily, shifting both of his hands to your neck, using it as leverage to fuck into you hard. You mumbled gibberish, too fucked out to form a meaningful sentence.
“Wake the fuck up! And answer my question you fucking SLUT!” He muttered through gritted teeth, slapping your cheek repeatedly.
“FUCK TEYAM! I UNDERSTAND!” You whimpered, holding onto his wrists tightly. He threw his head back, finally allowing himself to let go, feeling his orgasm slowly approaching him. You both looked into each others eyes, nothing but moans and skin clapping filled the room.
“I-I’m gonna fill your little ass right up! Just how I like it.” He moaned, going in for a passionate kiss. He muffled your cried with his lips as he rolled his hips into yours. Your mouth flew opened, feeling your second orgasm approaching you quickly. He smiled into the short lived kiss, nodding at you as a way of letting you know to let go for him.“Ughhh YEESSSSSS!” You screamed throwing your head back as you shook violently underneath him.
“Mhmm, juuust like that. Keep squeezing my cock. Fucking milk me, baby!” He moaned, kissing your exposed neck as his thrusts became sloppy. And just like that, he painted your walls as he let out a series of moans in your ear. Thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high. You both caught your breath before he pulled out slowly, revealing his cream coated cock.
“Suck me clean, baby.” He spoke lowly and you quickly got on your knees in-front of him as he stood up. He grabbed your braids into a loose ponytail before pushing his cock into your mouth. You hungrily sucked him dry, making sure not to leave a drop behind.
“Mhmm, there’s my good girl.” He smiled, caressing your head as he thrusted into your mouth slowly, before pulling out completely. He admired your flushed cheeks, puffy eyes, and swollen lips before speaking.
“This..” he started, grabbing his cock to run the tip across your lips. “Is the only thing I wanna see you drunk off of from now on…”
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Lost & found | Katie McCabe x Reader
Summary: Where Jake loses his favourite stuffed animal, and Katie helps you through a panic attack.
A/n: Part of the Mini Mate Universe
Woso masterlist | Words: 1.6k
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Over the past few months you had gone over to Beth and Viv’s place for dinner at least once a week. Jake loved his new aunties, and you enjoyed spending time with the couple and the many guests they seemed to have over at all times. Beth and Viv in turn were also enjoying having you and Jake around, you fitted right in with all Katie’s teammates, and well they just all loved Jake.
Today you would have brunch at their house, along with a few other girls from the team. Katie texted you she needed to finish up some things and head your way in 30 minutes, just enough time for Jake to finish his Bluey episode, you thought while you finished packing up his bag.
When Katie arrived, she greeted you with a kiss, “Hi baby, are you ready to go?” Jake’s show was still playing in the background, but it was long forgotten by the boy when he heard Katie’s voice. The sound of his tiny footsteps running your way made the both of you smile and look into the hallway. “Kawie!” You didn’t think you would ever grow tired of his excitement for your girlfriend, or the way he pronounced her name. “Hi mini mate, I’ve missed you!” She picks him up and twirls him around. “Let me just turn everything off, and I will meet you at the car?”
Each time you were heading somewhere with Katie, she insisted on driving to your house, and head to wherever you were going together. You had told her many times that you could just meet her at Beth and Viv’s, but Katie kept insisting to go together. Usually you took your car since Jake’s seat was in there, but now you walk outside and see Katie putting Jake into her car. “Wait, why are you putting him in your car? He needs his car seat.” Katie stepped to the side to show you the brand new car seat installed in the back of her car, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. Katie ruffled your son’s hair before closing the door softly. “What do you think?” You were still a bit shocked. “I think it looks great, but you really didn’t have to do that.” Katie takes your hand and leads you to her car. “I know I didn’t have to, but I’m in this for the long run, and I want to be able to go somewhere with the three of us and not make you drive every time.” You place a soft kiss on her lips, “You are the best, I love you.”
When you arrived it didn’t take long for Jake to run off to Laura who was playing with Myle. You loved knowing that any one of Katie’s teammates would look out for your boy when you were in a group setting, and that even though as a mom you would still keep checking in, you could also let it go a bit, knowing that he was cared for.
You spend about an hour talking with the group of girls before Beth said that she was going to take the dogs for a walk. Since the weather was so nice, everyone decided to tag along. You headed to the little beach nearby, where the dogs could run around freely. Beth and Viv walked up front, with two dogs running ahead of them, you and Katie followed with Jake on Katie’s neck, and the group of you was followed by a giggling Laura and Vic pushing each other around. It was interesting to see the different dynamics between the girls surrounding you, but you loved all of their company.
When you got back to Beth and Viv’s you all had lunch together, before you made the short drive back to your house. Katie knew you were in need of some one on one time with her, so she had asked Linda if she would watch Jake during his nap and the rest of the afternoon. It wasn’t until you had tucked Jake into his bed with Katie and Linda talking downstairs, that you realised that Jake had lost his stuffed bunny. You found out because Jake started loudly crying. “Mommy, me want Benny!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “Shh, it’s okay kiddo, Mommy is going to go look for Benny.” You held the boy in your arms as the tears rolled over his cheeks. The women downstairs had heard Jake’s screams, and Katie came running with a different stuffed animal that she found amongst Jake’s toys. “Hi buddy.” She says sitting down next to you and while letting her hands go through your son’s hair. “I have a Mister Bear here, who really needs some cuddles. Do you think you can give him some cuddles?” Jake took the bear with a little hesitation. “Good job kiddo, you’re making Mister Bear very happy.” You say, wiping his tears away. “Come on, nap time. Linda will be right downstairs if you need anything.” With a kiss to his forehead, you leave his room.
Once you close his bedroom door, you start pacing the hallway. Katie takes your hand, “Let’s get downstairs, baby.” You continue your pacing when you get to the living room. “Why can’t I remember where I last saw his bunny?” It was frustrating that you could not picture the last time you saw Jake holding Benny. “It’s okay, baby, I will text Viv and ask her to look at their place, and we will go to the beach and check there. We’re going to find Benny, okay?”
You made your way over to the beach, the route passed Viv and Beth’s so if they would find the bunny you could go there instead. Viv texted before you passed their exit that they couldn’t find the bunny anywhere in the living room, hallway or backyard, where Jake had been today. So, the beach was your last hope.
After walking every inch of the luckily rather small beach back and forth for the third time, you plopped down on the sand. The frustrations and emotions were getting the better of you as you started crying. “What am I going to do? Benny is his favourite stuffed animal.” Your thoughts started spiralling. How were you going to be able to explain this to your toddler? You could already see the pout and the sadness behind his eyes. Your breathing sped up until it was getting hard for you to breathe. Katie noticed what was happening right away, and sat down in front of you. “Hey baby, look at me.” Your vision was blurry, but you turned your head in the direction of her voice. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay. Can you take a deep breath in for me?” You tried to take a big breath, but after inhaling for a second you were struggling again. “That was good, let’s try another one.” She took one of your hands and put it over her heart. “Can you feel my heartbeat, baby?” You nodded weakly. “Okay good, focus on my heart beating, and try to take another deep breath in.”
Focussing on Katie’s heartbeat helped you to stay grounded, and breath by breath, your breathing started to get more regular. “What happened?” You ask while wiping away your tears. “I think you just had a panic attack.” You stand up and start ridding yourself of sand. “Take it easy baby, let’s take a moment.” Katie tries to make you take a break. “No need, we need to find this bunny. I already ruined our afternoon, I don’t want to ruin it further by not coming home with Jake’s bunny.” Katie is quick to her feet and places her hands on your shoulder. “You did not ruin our afternoon. I will gladly search over this beach ten more times, if that means I got to spend time with you, and make Jake happy.”
Before you could respond to Katie’s kind words, you were interrupted by her phone ringing. “Hey Viv, you’re on speaker, y/n is with me.” Katie said as she picked up the call. “Ah that’s great. I have good news, we found Benny.” You couldn’t believe it and fell into Katie’s arms. “Thank you so much Viv. That is so good to hear.” Katie wrapped her arm around you, and placed a kiss onto your forehead. “Yeah thanks Viv. We’re at the beach now, so we’ll come pick it up on the way, if that’s okay with you.” Viv agrees, “Yeah, just one thing. The reason we couldn’t find it before was because Myle is the one that found him, and he might have a severed limb now. We are so sorry, y/n.” You shake your head, just happy that the beloved stuffed animal was found. “Don’t worry about it Viv, I’m just glad I don’t have to tell Jake that the whole bunny is gone.”
Once you got back home with the bunny and his loose arm, Linda was quick to say that she could fix him. Linda got to work right away, and got done just in time, as you heard Jake waking up upstairs. She handed you the bunny, and you made your way upstairs. “Hi Jakey.” Your son looked up at you with big hopeful eyes. “You won’t believe the adventure Benny has been on today.” You say as you reveal the stuffed animal. “Mommy found Benny!” You had never seen the boy wake up so quickly. “Actually auntie Viv did, because little Benny went on an adventure with Myle today.” You made up a story about Benny and Myle in hopes the boy would forget about the sadness of losing his stuffy, and by the smile on his face, you think you were doing a pretty good job.
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bigger than the whole sky
pairing: luke patterson x fem!reader
summary: you get a haunting call before your boyfriend’s big performance
warnings: pure sadness
a/n: there’s a severe lack of luke imagines here and i’m hoping to change that lmao
“you’re gonna come see me perform, right ?” luke asks as he laid beside you
you turn to him with a smile, “duh. what kind of girlfriend would i be ?”
“i just wanna make sure.” he chuckles, “it’s the orpheum, baby. it’s a huge deal.”
“i know.” you say sitting up on your arm, leaning over him. “i’m so proud of you.”
instead of responding, he pulls you by your waist to straddle him. you lay your hands on his chest to hold yourself up.
“this is gonna change everything.” he says, “the guys and i are gonna make it big. touring all over the world. it’s gonna be awesome.”
“i hope i’m in there somewhere.” you joke
“of course you are.” he says squeezing your thigh, “i wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”
you giggle, “that’s sweet, but we both know it’s because of how insanely talented you are.”
“i’m serious.” he smiles before his face softens, “you’re the only thing that keeps me going.”
you look between his green eyes before leaning down and planting a soft kiss to his lips. he accepts gratefully before you pull away. you instantly nuzzle your head into his neck. he wraps his arms around your shoulders as you sigh.
“i love you.” you mumble
luke smiles, “i love you more”.
•••
you were getting ready for luke’s performance when you got the call from bobby. he was frantic as he spoke to you. you could barely catch what he said, but what you did know was that something happened to luke, reggie, and alex.
that was enough for you to run out the door and rush to the orpheum. as you pulled up, you could see the haunting red and blue lights. you quickly parked before getting out and rushing over.
you hadn’t even registered the officers standing around. one of them puts their arms out as you walk up.
“i’m sorry, ma’am. you can’t pass.”
“my boyfriend is over there. i need to make sure he’s okay.” you say
“i’m sorry.”
“please.” you try
“y/n !”
you turn to see bobby walking over. you meet him halfway urging him to let you know what happened.
“they went to get some hot dogs and i guess they weren’t good.” he says. you furrows your brows.
“well, are they okay ? they won’t tell me anything.” you ask
bobby’s eyes sadden more if that were even possible, “y/n/n..”
“what ?” you say softly. you turn back toward the ambulance and that’s when your heart drops. you could see EMTs rolling three gurneys over toward three different ambulances. all of them covered with black bags.
“no.” you say, “no. no. no.”
“y/n.” bobby says as you try rushing over again.
“ma’am, you can’t.” the officer says as she puts her hands out.
“my boyfriend was in this accident. i need to know if he’s okay. please tell me that he’s okay.” you plead
the officer’s eyes soften as she watches you. your eyes begin to water as you watch her face. “i’m sorry, ma’am.”
you shake your head, “no. no, please. luke ! luke !” you call out as the officer holds you back. bobby runs over grabbing you and pulling you back. you thrash in his arms as you get further away. “stop. no !”
“y/n/n, please.” bobby says
“no.” you cry, “luke !”
you knees give out under you sending you falling to the ground. bobby bends down beside you as you sob. his arms wrapped around you as you lean forward.
“no !” you scream, “luke !”
tears brim bobby’s eyes as he watches you. trying his best to comfort you seeing as he had also lost three of his best friends.
you felt like you couldn’t breathe. the boy you’ve loved for years is gone. he was just in your arms talking about your future hours before. holding you, kissing you, and looking at you like you were the only person to ever exist.
and now he was gone.
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hi love, can i request shy!reader and eddie having an argument over him forgetting a date or something similar and reader kinda gets snippy with him for it and hes genuinely shocked and also a little proud that reader is standing up to him?
Eddie was late. Like, stupid late. Over an hour late.
You felt silly, waiting on the sidewalk, your hopes of your boyfriend remembering your date night lowering the same way the sun was. The business fronts around you were closing, including the bookstore you worked at, Mr Giannti smiling a little sadly at you as he closed up, confused as to why you’d asked for an early finish, if you were still standing there.
“You okay, kid? Need a ride?” The elderly man asked kindly.
You did. You’d taken the bus to work that morning, knowing Eddie was picking you up at five to go straight to the restaurant. But it was bordering past six o’clock on a Sunday and Eddie was nowhere to be seen. Plus, the buses had slowed to an hourly service, the next one not due for another fifty minutes at least.
But you shook your head, thanking your boss anyway and decided to hold out another five minutes. Rain threatened the sky, evening creeping in with shades of navy and grey, the breeze turning cooler and you frowned at the way your lip threatened to wobble. You wouldn’t cry.
No. You didn’t want to cry. You were mad. A rare emotion for you to feel, something that usually stayed to a simmering annoyance and it was even more uncommon for it to be directed at Eddie. But you’d left him that morning with a soft kiss and a softer smile, telling him through his exuberant bouncing that you hoped he enjoyed the end of his campaign, but he remembered the dinner reservation he’d made for you both, right?
The boy had nodded even though his nose was stuck in the notebook he used for his scripts and plans, stray paper fluttering to the table top, the floor as he ran his eyes over each stage.
“Sure, babe,” he’d said. “Game ends at five, dinner’s at quarter to six. I’ll get you at like, quarter past five tops.” He’d smacked a kiss to your cheek as you passed him and you’d grinned, excited.
Your new dress stuck to your thighs as the drizzle started, a horrible kind of misting rain that soaks you through. Eddie caught up to you half way back to your home, the van rumbling down the street, slow at first as he kept a lookout for you, faster when he spotted you at the end of the block.
The breaks squeaked as he pulled up beside you, zero hesitation from the boy as he jumped out the drivers side and dashed around the hood to meet you. You kept walking.
“Babe!” Eddie sounded frantic, brows pulled together in a stitch, lips parted and ready to apologise until he was blue with it. “Baby, baby, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, wait— wait!”
You spun when his hand curled around your wrist, his skin much warmer than your rain cooled body. You tried to glare, to show the anger you really felt at being left waiting for him, but your face betrayed you and that wobbling lip of yours finally gave in. Tears sprung to your eyes and your lips twitched, corners turned down and you sucked in a gasp.
“Where were you?”
“Baby,” Eddie tried again, “I’m so sorry, I— we, we just got a little caught up—”
“I waited an hour, Eddie! Longer, in fact!” You sniffed, wrenching your hand away from his hold before swiping the back of it over your eyes and tutting when it came away streaked with ruined mascara. “You knew we had a date!”
Eddie didn’t know what to say, but his chest was aching. You looked so sad, so disappointed, because of him. You’d never looked at him like that. He swallowed, throat tight and tried to reach out for you again.
You flinched away from him and the ache doubled.
“Can you get in the van, sweetheart?” He asked you softly, big, brown eyes wider and glassier than ever. You could see the regret in them. “Lemme get you home, huh? And dry, please. And then I swear, you can yell at me all night, I promise.”
You stared at him, jaw clenched and arms folded, your dress getting heavier the more you stood as the rain clung to it. “I don’t wanna yell at you,” you told him mournfully. You hated yelling, Eddie knew that. “I wanted to have a nice night with you, Eddie.”
“I know, I know,” he soothed, stepping forward to unfurl you from yourself. He took one hand and let out a breath when you let him. “But I deserve it, okay? I fucked up, and I’m so sorry, baby. C’mon, get in the van for me, yeah? You’re soaked.”
You relented, letting the boy coax you into the passenger side. “I wouldn’t be soaked if you showed up on time,” you told him surly. It wasn’t your usual tone and the catty comment wasn’t something that you’d usually say but Eddie merely nodded emphatically.
“No, I know,” he agreed, before running around to the driver's side, shaking his own damp hair out like a dog. “I'm an idiot, babe, and I need a watch that works, or somethin’, I have no idea what happened—”
You frowned. “That’s a poor excuse, Teddy.”
Eddie let out a breath. You weren’t usually so upfront with him. Not that he’d ever given you a reason to bite back but he wasn’t going to say the sound of it didn’t make him proud. He liked that you were standing your ground, you were right and he deserved it. And god, at least you were calling him Teddy.
“You’re right,” he nodded, voice soft and barely heard over the patter of rain on the van roof. “I’m an idiot,” he said again.
You sniffed, looked over at him with hurt eyes that he was sure would haunt his worst dreams. “A little bit.” God, you felt so mean but it made you feel a little better, especially when Eddie’s lip quirked up at your words.
“Shit, baby, you’re out for blood, huh?”
Your lips parted in offence, a scoff coming with it but Eddie pulled you in, thighs dragging over the van bench as he manhandled you onto his side. You were pretty sure he’d have you on his lap if you hadn’t poked at his ribs.
You peered up at him, still frowning. You didn’t wanna let him off that easily, you could practically hear Robin’s voice in your head. ‘C’mon dude, you don’t gotta be the nice guy all the time.’
But it was still Eddie who was gazing back at you. Looking extremely forlorn, you might add.
“You hurt my feelings,” you told him, ‘cause it was healthy to communicate such a thing, right? “You made me feel like Hellfire was more important than our date. And I know how much you love it and it is important to you but— it was like you forgot about me.”
Eddie sighed, sad but not annoyed. If he was frustrated, it was certainly at himself and not you. He watched you suck in a shaky breath after you spoke, a reminder of how you sometimes struggled voicing things that could cause a possible confrontation. So he soothed a hand up and down your arm, hating that you were still cold to the touch.
“I’m really sorry I made you feel like that, babe. Really, really sorry,” Eddie leaned in to press a kiss to your temple and he felt his heart kickstart when you let him. “But you’re the most important thing to me, yeah? Like, ever. How could I forget about you, huh?”
You shrugged, sad.
“Time got away from me, baby, it won’t happen again though, I promise.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “But you gotta make it up to me, Munson.”
“Anyway you want,” Eddie promised. “In the kitchen, the bedroom- ow, don’t hit me, woman- I’ll do it.” He was grinning, like he couldn’t help himself, ‘cause you were kinda hot like this; all stern brows and sharp talk, a far cry from his soft and sweet girl he usually got to see.
With twisted lips, you let Eddie soothe away your doubts, his gentle, warm hands sweeping up and down your sides, cupping your jaw with a thumb pressed to your cheek to turn you to him. He reached up to sweep under your eye, tutting as rubbed away a drag of mascara.
“Cutest fuckin’ panda I’ve ever seen,” Eddie confirmed.
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(HC) Post Draft!Kate Martin
NSFW!!
You had no idea they were calling Kate’s name
you had hoped but when it happened you honestly couldn’t breathe
“With the 18th pick in the 2024 WNBA Draft, The Las Vegas Aces select, Kate Martin.” Tears.
Immediately had tears running down your face, hugging Kate.
Her grip on you tight but quick, her anxious to get through hugging everyone there supporting her, and to get up on the stage and accept the honor and reward that came with her hard work.
You recording her interview, crying with Jada, and Gabbie.
At the after party, taking pictures and celebrating, Kate was drunk on her happiness and high of being drafted, and the alcohol, that she wouldn’t stop touching you
holding your hand, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh, “i love you’s” leaving her mouth like a flowing river
it was like this for hours until you both decided to call it a night
you were so happy and equally as drunk, you sang her praises and welcomed the touch happily
“I’m so proud of you, baby” you whispered in her ear, unbelievably close to Kate
“Yeah? Wanna show me?” You placed you hand on her cheek, smiling.
Staring into her eyes
“I think i’m gonna call it a night, Kate?” You had to turned to Caitlin and your friends, and then asking Kate if she had been ready to go
“Yeah, i have interviews and pods tomorrow. Congrats Cait, i’m so proud of you, i love you guys.”
your goodbye along the same lines and the second you and Kate got into the uber it was game over
the poor uber driver watching two women make out like there was no tomorrow oh how i would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall :(
stumbling through the door of your hotel room, you and Kate had literally been eating eachothers faces that’s a gross description but trust…that’s what it looked like
“Oh, my god. You looked so hot holding that jersey, baby.” You whispered as you kissed down Kate’s neck, your thighs squeezing together at the thought
“m so proud of you.” you were already sliding her blazer off, kicking your shoes off and her doing the same
“yeah?” she sighed as she grabbed your face and kissed you, walking you back towards the bed
“mhm. my pretty girl.” you knew Kate had a thing for praise
lived for it. she wouldn’t admit it but god did she love when you told her how good she was doing and how pretty she looked doing it
her face turned a bright shade of red, igniting a hunger in her to please
and boy did she please
“your turn.” you flipped you guys over…you on top
Kate is def a bottom…changed my mind…you can’t! HA!
“I wasn’t don—“ You cut Kate off with a kiss
“What? You think my hot girlfriend is gonna be the only one giving the action? As much as I loved what you do with your hands, baby….you love what I do with my mouth..” You trailed kisses down her body, almost at your dream destination
“Oh, is that so?” She giggled, attempting to grab at your bare hips.
“Yeah it is. Want me to bring up last night when you cried?” your lips pressing soft kisses to her thighs
Her face turned pink, and her breath hitched. How could she forget the tears you brought to her face from the multiple orgasms?
You both were going at it all night. and i mean alllll nightttttt.
“Oh, my god. That was—“ You rolled into her side, your head resting on her chest.
“Yeah. It was.” Her arm pulling you closer.
“Holy shit. Is that daylight?” You looked across from you both, the blinds cracked.
“I think it is, sunshine.” Kate and you laughed but damn near cried at how you were going to get little to no sleep….damn her looking so hot while getting drafted
didn’t want to go too far into detail bc that’ll be spoiling a little part of my Kate Martin series ;)))
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Good morning Miss Winnie. (Part II)
Part I
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.
Rating: Gen.
Summary:
Two weeks after Dean became a father, it's time to jump back on the hunting horse. But he's hesitant.
Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.
“Bonnie?”
You shot Dean a look across the kitchen. He was cooking eggs on the stove while you were nursing. Castiel was the only other member of the bunker awake at six a.m. and, fortunately, occupied the library. It wasn’t that you cared about the other men seeing you breastfeeding, it was how they reacted to it. Both became very awkward and outwardly attempted to look anywhere but at your breasts.
“You can’t accept Winnie, but you pick Bonnie?”
Dean shrugged.
“I was just thinking if we had a boy we could call him Clyde. We’d have our own little gang.”
“Firstly, I’m not doing this again. And secondly, Bonnie and Clyde were felons.”
“What do you mean ‘you’re not doing this again?’ Don’t most women go crazy for more kids? They smell the baby's head and some hoo-doo helps them forget about the pain and bodily fluids.”
“Yeah, well. You try being in labour for damn near forty eight hours and shitting yourself in a room full of people. Including the man you love. Then come back and tell me you’ve forgotten about it and wanna do it all over again.”
“Point taken.” Dean laughed, plating up eggs and bacon for them both, “And you didn’t shit yourself by the way.”
“I didn’t?”
“I think I’d remember.”
You smiled at the plate of food and carefully lifted the baby from your breast. She’d long since stopped feeding and was instead squirming, ready to be winded.
“I can take it from here.” Dean reached down and lifted the little girl up into his arms. He held her upright against his chest and began rubbing circles into her small back, “There we go kiddo. Get it up.”
“Be careful.” You warned.
“I’m not taking any chances.” Dean gestured to the polka-dot muslin cloth on his shoulder.
You watched as he gently walked your daughter around the kitchen, her little body squirming while he cooed into her ear. She made several little squeaking noises, threatening to cry, only to be brought back to earth by her father’s tender voice.
“Come on now, no tears. I’ve got you.”
Your eyes locked with Dean’s for a moment, both reflecting a soft smile. He was proving to be an excellent father, not that you’d doubted him for a second. But Sam had. He’d been very vocal about Dean knowing nothing about babies and how, despite the fact that he was happy for you both, he thought this whole ‘raising a family thing’ was a bad idea.
“You guys are great together! But I don’t think this is the right environment for a kid.” Or something along the same bullshit.
Dean had been adamant about her though. He damn near refused to speak to Sam until he stopped with his questions and logical answers. Sure you both had been sceptical about bringing a child into this life, but neither of you had actively prevented it. If it happened, it happened.
Speaking of the devil. Sam groaned and stretched his arms above his head, stumbling into the kitchen. He dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, drawing them down his face afterwards.
“Morning. Coffee’s in the pot.” Dean said, his voice shifting from Dad to brother by just an octave.
Sam poured himself a hefty mug before offering more to the kitchen. You declined but insisted that he fill up Deans.
“He’ll need the caffeine for your hunt.”
“Oh so you’re back on the job then?” Sam questioned, his eyebrows rising.
Dean’s brow furrowed as he shifted the little one on his chest. He searched her face, the cogs visibly turning in his head.
“I’ll get back to you on that one.”
“What? I thought you’d be happy to get back on the horse.” You’d assumed that after being out of work for almost two weeks that Dean would be craving a hunt, but his face said otherwise.
“Yeah. I mean I am. But she - “
“She’ll be right here when you get back.” You interrupted, “It’s a simple in and out job. Right Sam?”
“Sure. Run of the mill ghost in the attic for some old friend’s of Bobby’s.” Sam took a lengthy sip of his coffee, “And it pays too.”
“See? And we could use the cash for Winnie.”
Sam scoffed, barely holding onto the coffee in his mouth. He looked between you both and then to his niece.
“Winnie?”
“Short for Winchester but not her name. Just a placeholder until we find the perfect one.” You inform, “But what’s so wrong with Winnie anyway? It’s a perfectly acceptable name.”
“Nothing wrong with it at all. It’s just not what I pictured you both to come up with.”
“Fortunately it’s not.” Dean added, shifting the baby from one arm to the other as she reached up with her little hands, “As for the hunt, I’m not sure.”
He offered a finger for her hand to close around, eyes never leaving her. the features on his face softened, lips almost pulling downwards into a frown.
You exchanged a knowing look with Sam.
“If this is about Win- her- you don’t need to worry. I can cope fine on my own for one night.” You offered
“Yeah but what if it isn’t just one evening?” Dean answered, his voice doing nothing to disguise the concern he was feeling.
“It’s only a few towns over. We’ll be home by four am - ”
“But what if something goes wrong? Huh? Then what? I’ve left my wife without a husband, my little girl without a father. And -”
You jumped to your feet at the distress in his voice and rushed to loop an arm around his middle.
“Don’t say that. It’s a run of the mill job, something you guys have done one thousand times over. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen other than a few bruises.” You laid your head on his shoulder, eyes coming to settle on the little lady in his arms, “I can deal with those. And she’ll not know any different.”
With a deep sigh, Dean kissed you gently on the head. It was an uncharacteristic display of affection, especially in front of his brother, but you hadn’t the heart to react. You knew he was feeling vulnerable, that much was clear in his reaction, and to draw attention to it would only make things worse. Instead you settled against him and allowed his warmth and the soothing sounds of your baby to still your own anxiety.
You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that some part of you was fearful of your husband walking out of the bunker and never coming home. Hunting was a dire job, one which had claimed the life of many of your comrades. Dean may be an experienced hunter, renowned in his own right, but he certainly wasn’t immune to unfortunate outcomes. That much had been proven time and time again.
Lost in thought, the only sounds in the kitchen were the gentle fussing of your daughter and the whirring of the circulation fans.
Finally Castiel broke the silence with his sudden entrance. He appeared in a flurry of feathers, one coming to land on the table top by your abandoned coffee cup.
“We have doors, Cas. Use ‘em.” Dean warned, pulling your daughter closer to his chest as she began to fuss.
“I’m sorry, Dean. It’s a force of habit.” Castiel answered, taking a seat next to Sam, “I startled her.”
“You think?!”
You moved to take the baby from Dean but he shook his head, whispering a small ‘I got this’ back to you as he started to rock her from side to side. But it was no good, her cries grew louder and more furious. You began to wonder how those big sounds could even come from such a small creature.
Before you could offer your help again Castiel brushed past you.
“I didn’t mean to scare her.” He said, coming to stand in front of Dean “Is there anything I can do?”
“Here” to your surprise, Dean held your daughter out towards the angel, “You can settle her down while I grab her diaper bag.”
You lean in and quickly sniff.
“I don’t think she needs changed, D.”
“Well I don’t know what else to do. She -”
Castiel reached forward and lifted the infant from Dean. He brought her to settle in the crook of his arm, offering up his fingers for her to grab at. Gradually she began to quiet, her hands reaching up for Castiel’s and her eyes wide, staring into his face.
You and Dean watched on in outward confusion. Castiel, to your knowledge, had never handled a baby before. At least not in recent years.
“How did you do that?” Dean asked almost aggressively, “She was cryin’ up a storm seconds ago and you just took her and nothing.”
“Did you use your grace?” Sam suggested.
“She’s much too small to handle my grace in any capacity. It would kill her.”
You considered jumping in and taking her from Castiel but stopped yourself. She was settled and happily holding onto the angel's fingers. No sense in ruining it. Beside you Dean was tense, clearly struggling with something along the same lines. His face was etched in hard lines and you could see his brows furrowing.
Gently you looped your arm through his and guided him to his long forgotten coffee cup. He moved but his eyes never left you daughter in the angel’s arms.
“So,” Sam cleared his throat, “About this hunt.”
“What about it?” Dean glared at him over the rim of his cup.
“Are you in or -”
“He’s in.” You answer before the question could even be finished.
“Wha - I -”
“Oh come on. You got this. I can handle her and Cas will be here if I need any help. Right Cas?” The angel gave something akin to a positive response, “You have to get back out there at some point.”
Dean’s gaze flickered from Sam to you, finally coming to land on Castiel. He watched the angel gently swaying the little girl in his arms and the lines on his face began to soften.
“Hmmm. You’re sure about this?” He asked.
“Positive.”
“If there’s any trouble, anything at all, you call me.”
“Sure.” You smiled, “But I doubt Winnie will be as much of an issue as your malevolent spirit.”
Dean chuckled, accompanied by Sam.
“God, we’re really going to have to talk about her name when I get back.”
#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x female!reader#dean winchester fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#dad!dean winchester#dad!dean
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Boyfriend Eddie headcanons
a/n: these are all sfw!
• random make outs all day every day. at the beginning of the relationship there would be periods where you would sit and just make out for hours, regardless if you were with friends or not. steve and dustin would do everything in their power to get you to stop. it rarely ever worked.
• you braid each other’s hair:) after playing with his for so long he eventually wanted to learn how to do yours. he got pretty good after awhile.
• in the early stages he tried to cook for you on date night. poor boy cannot cook without a microwave. it never turned out very good and always wound up just ordering a pizza with his loose change.
• ties your shoes for you. imagine he gives your foot a little squeeze when he’s done AUGH.
• copy’s all your homework lmfao. feels bad about it at first but eventually doesn’t care lol.
• is very good at reading your body. it’s like a road map to him. he’s got it memorized. when you’re having a bad day, he usually doesn’t know what to do. it strikes him at odds.
• however he does try to cheer you up with little things. holding your hand. kissing your cheek. little signs of touch that tell you he’s there when you’re ready to talk.
• the first time he saw you crying he was ready to rip someone in two at the thought of someone hurting you.
• he teaches you how to fish. he’s definitely and outdoorsman. shows you how to tell the difference between animal tracks.
• you play a lot of board games because you’re not that into dnd. (i’m sorry)
• he shares all of his food with you. every little bite. it makes steve and robin sick.
• he’s actually a fan of slow dancing and romancing. he likes to dim the lights and play soft rock to dance to in the middle of the night, nipping at your neck and giving you little kisses.
#lana’s shit post#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson headcanons
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Safe and Sound
part. 2 part. 3
wc: 2530
dom san x amab sub reader (good boy/prince)
18+ MINORS DNI 「im serious」
cw - non!idol au, werewolf san, size kink, swearing praise, mentions of death, slight dumbification? use of puppy.
syn: you got lost in the wood, very lost. just as you were about to give up a tall creature picks you up and brings you to safety.
it was dark. too dark. the trees surrounding you felt like they were suffocating you. the dense forest was claustrophobic especially with only the moon being your source of light. it was midnight, cold and dark. this weekend was supposed to be a fun camping trip with your friends, long weekends don’t happen often. “where is that damn path” you said gritting your teeth in the cold. you enjoyed hikes, this time however was not one of those times. you were lost, incredibly lost with no trace of civilization for what seemed like kilometers. no service not even a bar. “this is hopeless” you thought as a shiver ran down your back. the cold was getting to you now, camping in autumn is a great idea.
you’ve been walking for what feels like hours and still no sign of the path or even a glimpse of light in the distance. “FUCK” you yelled “WHERE AM I.” speaking out loud for comfort you said “i have to keep moving or i’ll freeze.” that was true, what looked like frost was starting to paint the ground. though you couldn’t see it your breath was creating beautiful clouds of fog right in front of you. it was so damn cold, “i’m going to die” you thought. you started to cry, the tears stinging your skin as they cooled down with the air. “i’m going to die” you whispered again, falling to the ground in defeat. you fingers were freezing and your body was tired, so incredibly tired. it felt like your body was going give up. the jacket you were wearing hadn’t done much to help to keep you warm with your state deteriorating quickly. as you lay there a bush rustled to your right. then again, this time a twig snapped. with what little strength you had left you opened your frozen eyes, standing in front of you was a tall creature, covered in fur huge sharp claws big paws and dark red eyes. before you could do anything to escape (which was unlikely considering the state you’re currently in) you passed out from the cold.
a warm glow was dancing across your face. waking up felt impossible, were you dead? dreaming perhaps? as you opened your eyelids the sting of smoke hit them immediately forcing you to close them again before you could properly take in your surroundings. so you were alive, just where were you. a moment ago you were lying in the ground ready to die, the next in a new place with a source of warmth near you. you opened your eyes again, the smoke no longer burning your eyes. was this a cave? the walls beside you were made of rock, so was the ceiling. even your sleeping area was. “where the hell am i?” your mind was racing, then you remembered that creature you saw right before you passed out. was this where it lived maybe?
sitting up, a little too quickly you scanned the room you were in. it was quite large, the ceilings were a lot taller than you had previously thought. there was indeed a fire burning quite close to you surrounded by uniform looking rocks with jagged edges on some spots. your gaze moved upwards slowly to see..
you let out a gasp, over on the other side of the cave standing there was a tall muscular man. all you could see was his black hair and muscular arms, until he turned around in what seemed to be a reaction to your gasp. he was just as buff facing you as he was with his back to you, his eyes were piercing yet soft somehow, his lips looked soft his skin was sun kissed and smooth. this wasn’t the creature who you saw in the forest a while ago… who was this.
“you’re awake” he said smirking, taking a big stride in your direction, he didn’t have a shirt on, pants though they were present. “w…who are you” you breathed backing against the wall of the cave. “i won’t hurt you, i won’t hurt you” the man whispered a tone of worry in his voice. “i found you last night passed out in the cold.” “what? no, some random dog looking thing stood over me last night.”
the man laughed, “that was me hun.” you sat there dumbfounded, more confused though to be honest. “forget about it for right now” he said softly “are you feeling all right?” the way he spoke was comforting, he seemed genuinely concerned for you’re well-being, the look on his face pretty much confirmed it. “i think so” you said shivering. the man looked worried when you did that, he walked over to you in maybe two or three steps, “his strides were so long” you thought. sitting down beside you he turned to face you, the worried expression still plastering his face.
“You’re cold” he whispered, with that he wrapped a spare blanket he had beside him around you. You looked up at him, he was so tall, even sitting down he towered over you. “Here, come sit on my lap” the man said. You did as he asked, not only to get warmer but something about him was comforting… he made you feel safe. Still looking up at him you managed to get a few words out, “who are you?” “im san” the man replied smiling, “like i said earlier, i was the one who found you on the ground.” a look of confusion crosses your face again, ‘how” you asked a little annoyed “you’re a human not a big dog creature.” san laughed, “no sweetheart, im a werewolf.” “hes a what??” you thought “thats not possible, those dont exist, they’re just a myth.” as if he had read you mind he said “yes they’re really real.” “is that why you live in a cave.” you asked sitting up a bit straighter to look at him in his eyes or as close as you could to do so. He laughed again and cupped the side of your face in his hand, “yes it is sweetheart.” “oh…” quickly changing the subject he pulled you back down into his chest. ‘Why were you out in the forest so late little one?” “i got lost” you said, now remembering what happened the previous night. “Why did you save me?” san looked at you again, he looked sad but there was a hint of softness in his eyes. “Because you were dying, i couldnt leave you there.” you sat there in silence for a minute or two, then you spoke up “why?” still looking down at you san opened his mouth then closed it again, probably thinking about what he wanted to say. after a moment he spoke softley, “because you were to precious to leave out there, from the day you stepped foot in this forest i kept an eye on you and when you got hurt i had to do something.”
“hes been watching me” you thought, usually youd be creeped out by something like this but for some reason right now you werent. “Im sorry” he whispered looking away from you, he seemed more upest with himself for having done so than for telling you what he did. You sat there for second before speaking “it’s ok.” he turned his head to face, he looked surprised at your response. “but i watched you without you knowing.” “i know, but something in me tells me too trust you.” san looked even more surprised than before, but only for a second, just as quickly as he’d reacted surprised his expression changed to relife. “Thank god, i was worried you would be scared.” he pulled you into a hug, his body was warm and soft, it felt like he could completely wrap around you like a blanket, it was comforting, safe. “Why did you watch me though” you heard yourself say, again san hesitated than said “i wanted to protect you.” this phrase cemented your feeling of safety, he was almost like a guardian angel, but a werewolf. “you’re so small and fragile, everything about you, i felt the need to protect you.” san spoke under his breath. a weird feeling filled your abdomen, butterflies maybe? You felt your cheeks flush, your ears were warming up. embarrassed you pulled the blanket up to your nose, trying to cover your quickly redning face. “Are you hungry” san asked. he placed you on the ground and proceeded too stand up. You’d forgotten just how tall he was. “yes” “ok i’ll make you some food.”
The sun was setting now, the warm orange the sun painted the walls of the cave with was quickly disappearing. The small fire and a few candles scattered around the cave were the only sources of consistent light. You had a bowl of soup in your hands, the wooden bowl it was in was warm, keeping the cold from nipping at your fingers. san sat opposite of you across the fire, watching you eat. He sat there intently, his head tilted slightly. “Is the soup ok?” you nodded, your mouth too full to speak. “Good, im glad.” he got up and walked over to you. sitting down beside you, he crossed his legs and put his weight on his hand which were stretched out behind him. this pose was kind of cocky but not in a bad way, it was kind of hot you thought. You finished your soup and put the bowl down. “how are you not cold?” san smiled, being a werewolf has its perks.” you smiled back. “Its getting late,” he said standing up and looking out the cave entrance. by now the sun was all but gone, not a single ray of light was visible. “We should sleep,” san said walking over to a raised part of the cave, the spot where you had woken up on. “You can sleep here like last night.” “where will you sleep?” “on the ground.” “but it's hard and cold.” “i know but ill manage.” reluctantly you crawled onto the “bed’ made of moss and cedar, pulling the two blankets you had over your body as you did so.
the minutes passed. 15, 30, an hour. you couldn't tell, sleeping at this point was completely out of the question. It was too cold and your thoughts were racing. what are my friends thinking? are they worried? do they think im dead? yeah, you definitely weren't sleeping tonight. you rolled over to see san fast asleep on the ground close to the dwindling fire. he looked so cute… and warm. “i can't wake him up,” you thought “that isn't fair to him.” but the cold, and your mind, you couldn't sleep. With a lot of hesitation, you stood up and walked over to san as quietly as you could. kneeling down you gave him a poke on the shoulder, he groaned and rolled onto his side. you poked him again, this time getting the reaction you wanted. “what is it sweetheart?” he uttered rubbing his eyes. “i can't sleep… can you maybe…” “do you want me to come to sleep with you?” he asked. you nodded your head sheepishly. san stood up taking your hand. the two of you made your way back to the “bed” with what little light the smoldering ashes were giving off.
“lay down,” he said. you did as you were told. san then lay down right next to you. you subconsciously snuggled into his chest, facing him. you felt his arms wrap around your waist, the sensation made you gasp a little. you were tiny compared to him, he was like a shield protecting you from the cold. looking down san whispered “awwww? did you like it when i wrapped my arms around your waist?” he wasn't hiding the amusement in his voice. embarrassing. as quietly as you could you whimpered “yes” into his chest hoping he didn't hear you. he did, he pulled you closer to his body and tightened his grip on your waist. what was happening? oh my god! the racing thoughts from earlier were completely replaced with lust now. was him grabbing your waist really that intoxicating? “what’s wrong?” san whispered, very close to your ear. his breath brushed your skin making you tense up. “is someone… enjoying themselves?” “FUCK, am i hard? this is so embarrassing” somehow you hadn't notice yourself getting hard the entire time he was beside you. you pulled your lower-half away from his thigh trying, no praying he hadn't noticed. you were wrong once again. one of his large hands reached down to your butt and pushed your hips back to where they were before. he 100% noticed. His hand slowly started to grope you, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. “how adorable, look at how cute my good boy is being.” you melted, completely. good boy? He was driving you crazy. san whispered again “do you need help with that?” you nodded. your face was hot, red hot. You'd never felt like this before, so vulnerable and open to him yet so safe. “be a good boy and grind against my thigh for me, ok?” he cooed. you did as he asked, slowly moving your hips, pushing your hard dick into his thigh. “good boy” he muttered, planting a kiss on the top of your head. you kept grinding against his thigh. it felt so good, you'd never felt this good in your life. your dick was starting to leak covering both his thigh and your pants in precum. every time you pushed against him, a wave of electricity surged through your little body. You started shaking, not from the cold though, the feeling that was spreading out from your dick to the rest of your body was overwhelming. “keep going my little prince” san whispered in your ear, he was clearly enjoying seeing you fall apart beside him. seeing you like this made him feel amazing. he was making you like this, a pathetic needy mess doing your best to get off on his thigh. you kept your pace against his thigh it getting harder to hold it in with every stroke you made. whimpers that you tried to conceal were now escaping your lips. “puppy” san whispered, he said it like you were a cute little animal. one last stroke and you were sent over the edge, cum spilling out of your cock like a river. never in your life have you come this much. san held you close through your high, giving you praise the whole time. you were a sticky dizzy mess, cum soaked and numb. all you could do was lay there shaking, still not completely over the overstimulation. san sat up, and took your cum soaked pants off, “here wear this” he spoke softly, like an angel. he helped you put on a pair of oversized pants. he then laid down beside you pulling you on top of him. “You did so good puppy,” san said petting your head. he planted a kiss on your forehead, continuing to brush your hair with his hand until you fell asleep.
[ part 2. coming soon :) ]
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#san x reader#choi san x reader#ateez angst#san#san ateez#san x male reader#san x amab reader#ateez smut#ateez smutt fic#san smut#choi san#choi san smut
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