#n now he's tryin not to do that anymore. tryin to sit with it n let himself feel it even though it's really fucking hard
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I don't know what to do with myself without my unrealistic daydreams but
I'm havin trouble thinkin of anythin cause suddenly my reality went beyond anythin I ever fantasized about
Weird
#doll#it's not even escapism i'm just so used to livin in my head#but i mean....i just wanted him to be nicer to me. n maybe to be enough fun when i'm happy that he'd prefer to keep me that way#i could never bring myself to imagine him actually carin about me. n then he went n actually fell for me n i'm just??? how??? what???#it's not just words either cause he's really tryin to do better now. n he has been. i'm not scared of him at all anymore#i mean i really hope he's gonna stop hurtin the others too. we're...workin on that#he did say he'd try. i guess cause he doesn't like me bein upset n even less when it's cause of him#breaks my heart the way he just. doesn't know how to cope with the bad feelings at all. so he always put em on us instead#n now he's tryin not to do that anymore. tryin to sit with it n let himself feel it even though it's really fucking hard#i'm used to bein pretty emotional n this stuff is somethin i can barely cope with either#it wasn't that hard to convince him it's worth it but. made me wanna cry the way he asked me if that's gonna make it go away#n i mean. ofc i told him it will cause it has to right? at some point we'll have to have felt everythin that's been bottled up right?#he's so out of his depth n i just can't believe he's doin all this for me. just cause he wants me to stay n not hurt anymore#it's very much a work in progress but. there is progress. n that's good enough for me. long as he keeps tryin even if he relapses sometimes#spdrvent
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can you do really like possessive joel. like she posts a pic of herself in a skin tight dress or bathing suit and joel literally makes her delete it. joel would be like “why should anyone else but me see that?” or he’s like “are u upsetting me on purpose, baby?” ykwim like manipulating possessive joel
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1.1k, stepdad!Joel x f!reader
stepdad master | joel master
SUMMARY: You snapchat Joel some steamy videos and his responses are sexy. Then you show up at his house and before you go inside, you post a pic on insta that he thinks should be just for him.
NSFW 18+ big girthy legal age gap, possessive!Joel, sexting, stepcest, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, angst/guilt
A/N: Instagram but can be read alone. NEXT: Uber
After you caught Joel jerking off to your instagram and made him finish in front of you, you texted him, “no one uses instagram anymore. you should get snapchat” and gave him your username.
Now, a few times a week, you’ll snap him something sexy. It's nothing explicit, just enough skin to drive him crazy. More skin than instagram. His reaction is always hot. Sometimes just a chat like “wish I could put my head between those legs” or “why do you have to be so goddamn hot?” Sometimes a selfie with that dark, horny look in his eye. Or a POV shot of a bulge in his pants. One time he sends a video where he’s just shaking his head slowly and says “you dunno what you’re doin’ to me baby,” then takes a deep breath and says “god damn,” and his arm starts moving slowly with his hand off screen in his lap.
He doesn't realize you can see his screenshot activity until you tell him and he responds with a 😳. That sets off an ongoing casual text dialogue, and it would feel like you’re “talking,” if it weren’t for him being married to your mother.
You frequently think about his cock, and his hand wrapped around it, and the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you. Even more than that, you think about the way he helped you finish without even touching you. Especially the way he rubbed his own inner thigh. Almost every time you come, you end up thinking about his big veiny hand slowly stroking his pants right next to his package, eating you with his eyes while he watches you touch yourself.
-
Thinking about it isn’t enough. You need him to touch you, and you want to find out whether he needs to touch you just as bad. You stop sending him sexy pictures on snapchat. He’s a little needy but you don’t relent. You stop by their house when you know he’ll be alone, and when you get there, you post a swimsuit picture to instagram. When you go inside, he’s in the office and has your instagram pulled up. You lean against the door frame wearing the same swimsuit under a long cover up.
He turns around and says, “What is this about, sweetie?”
“Thought you liked seeing me.”
“Does everyone have to?” he asks. He’s trying to be nice but he’s annoyed.
“Why do you care? If you can’t touch me, no one can even see me?
He sighs. “So you’re punishing me for not cheating on your mom?”
You walk into the office and lean against the wall to his side. “It’s a picture. What’s the big deal?”
He gets up from the chair and your eyes fall on the bulge in his pants as he walks toward you and doesn’t stop until he’s right up against you, poking you with his hard package, sending a bolt of desire right through you. He brings his lips to your ear. “This what you want? You’ve made your point. Now delete it.” He goes back to the desk and sits down.
“Delete it or what?”
“Or this is over. No texting, no snapchat. If you’re not mature enough not to punish me. . .”
Your face burns. How dare he. . .
“You can delete it yourself,” you say. “If you rub one out right now.” You take off the swimsuit cover up, slip off your sandals, and sit on his desk right in front of him.
He looks back and forth between your breasts then down your body. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”
He leans back in the chair and his hand rests right against his inner thigh, giving you a Pavlovian burst of arousal. Your clit twitches.
He frees his stiff member from his pants and holds out his hand for you to spit in. Filthy. You grab his hand and lick it instead of spitting on it, then take his fingers into your mouth two at a time and suck before finally spitting in his palm.
“We both know you have lotion down here,” you say.
“He glares at you as he pumps himself slowly. You lean back on his desk, and he inhales deeply. He rolls the chair back, either to get a better view or because he doesn’t trust himself.
You clench your thighs.
He asks, “you’re not gonna . . . ?”
“Do you want me to?”
“You know damn well I do.” He keeps choking his hard cock, devouring the view.
You slowly ghost your clit over your bathing suit.
He breathes heavily, moans, and his eyes seem a little heavier with each stroke. “Show me,” he says.”
You pull your swimsuit to the side, partly exposing yourself, and glide your fingers up and down your wet seam, poking under your swimsuit. He groans and looks like he could cry. You spread your legs and expose yourself entirely.
“Fuuuck,” he exhales and looks to the ceiling for a beat before returning his gaze between your legs where you’re stroking yourself with two fingers. He scans your entire body then says, “put one in.”
“No,” you reply.
“You get off on bein’ a brat?”
“Want a finger in me that bad, do it yourself.” You slide down so you’re leaning against the desk, still partly on it, stroking your wet folds and clit, getting so wound up you can hardly stand not having his hands on you.
He stares at you for a long ten seconds, chest rising and falling, his strokes becoming faster. Meanwhile your own climax is looming closer and larger every minute.
“Fuck,” he says with resignation in his eyes. He stands up, steps forward and his free hand engulfs your dripping seam while he inhales your hair and stands right up against you. He rubs your slick, throbbing cunt with three flattened fingers as he pumps himself with his other hand. You tilt your head up to watch his brows furrow even more. He plunges a finger into you, and right away he shudders as his cum spills into his other hand. He curls his finger inside you and his thumb works your clit and it doesn’t take long until you’re clenching around his one, thick finger, saying “Ah, fuck. . . Joel, yeah. . .”
“Don’t say my name like that," he pants and reaches for a tissue.
Your temples feel weak.
“. . .I won’t ever stop hearin’ it.”
You put your cover-up back on.
He sits down in the chair, looks at the ceiling and says, “Damn it.”
“What?”
He bows his head and slowly shakes it. He won't look at you. He doesn’t have to say it. You try not to think about it.
True to your word, you pull up the instagram photo and hand him your phone. He checks the likes on the picture and goes to every guy’s profile. His eyes darken.
“Guess you’re right,” he admits. “Don’t want anyone else to have ya. . . ” He deletes the picture and looks at you regretfully, making eye contact for the first time since he finished. “I know it’s not fair.” He hands the phone back. “I dunno what to tell ya, sweetie. . . I’m sorry.”
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- slow ride ch2
feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader
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warnings: NSFW, more substance use in this one, a bit of angst?, readers emotional issues
a/n: i feel like my writing sucks esp in this chapter cause im sorta rusty and sick so i cant even tell if this makes sense but oh well😭😭😭 anyway pls send me hazbin reqs!!!!! having the worst brainrot lately esp for this horrible man!!!
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“I'm not breaking up inside / I'm much to proud to moan / Baby, please come home”
Oh my god. What did I just do? Why did I do this?
You turn your head to look at Adam where he’s lying on the other side of the bed, and find his expression closely mirrors your own. Pure disbelief is written on his features, and you grimace, turning to look back at the ceiling.
After a moment, you sit up, grabbing your box of cigarettes and a lighter off your bedside table. Once lit, you swing your feet off the bed to reach for shirt and now ripped panties, standing up when you’re partially dressed. You hear Adam sit up behind you.
“Soo, that was… uhhh…” He trails off, mouth hanging open as he thinks of what to say.
“Let’s… not speak about this again,” You say carefully as you turn back to face him.
“Yeah. yeah, i’m good with that,” He says quickly, finding his robes off the floor. You’re surprised he doesn’t say anything about the smoke.
You cross the room to get your pants off the floor, pulling them up as Adam grabs his jacket. You pull up your fly, and look up to see Adam’s staring at you with an expression you can’t read. His eyes flicker to your lips, and he starts to lean closer.
“Kiss me and i’ll cut your fuckin’ tongue out,” you say as you turn your head away.
“Oookay then. I’ll, uh, see ya,” For once, he has no snarky comment or crude joke to make as he straightens up and leaves your room.
After that, you told yourself never again. It happened once, it’s out of your system, it’s done. A one time thing.
But then it happens a second time.
“It’s a disgusting habit! All your clothes, your whole room fuckin’ reeks!”
“Are you tryin’ to get me to loose my temper here? ‘Cause i’m about to shove you out that fucking window!”
“And look how angry you get, you fucking fiend, it’s been like 2 hours!”
“Why don’t you mind your goddamn business?”
You raise an arm to hit him, but he catches your elbow, twisting you around so your back is to him and he can hold you in place. You struggle to break from his grip, when suddenly-
“Oh my god,” You deadpan, but your voice doesn’t come out as disgusted as you expected at the feeling of something hard poking into your lower back.
“Okay, this is not my fault-“ Adam says quickly.
“You- fucking perv!” You spit, but your words hold no weight when he flips you again and lifts you up, placing you on the counter and you make no effort to struggle. You spread your legs so he can slot between them as items pushed out of the way cascade off the counter, falling to the floor with loud crashes.
You then told yourself that would be the last time. But not even you fully believed yourself. And once it happened a third, fourth, and fifth time, you just accepted this is something that happens now. You’re not proud of it- some of you hates yourself, but another part of you finds a a sick, primal pleasure in it. It’s the only guaranteed way for you to get him to shut up, if only for a few minutes. The fight for dominance- fuuck you’re messed up, huh?
Thinking of the humiliation you’d feel if any of the others found out- oh god, how could you look Alastor in the eyes again- you change absolutely nothing about your behavior around Adam. On the surface, nothing has changed at all. You two still bicker and argue all the time, if anything, worse than ever. Yet the other members can feel something’s up, that something changed. Adam’s insults feel more hollow. He always said shit just to rile you up, but there was usually an undertone of truth to his words. Not anymore- it’s all stupid shit that everybody can tell he doesn’t care about. Nobody says anything about it, though, until-
“What the fuck are you smilin’ for?” Angel’s voice makes Adam jump as he enters, sitting down on the couch beside him.
“What-? I wasn’t smiling,” Adam quickly denies. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh my god- are you’re gettin’ laid?” Angel grins, sitting up. The look on Adam’s face tells him everything, and he can’t help but laugh. “Oh, you so are! No wonder you’ve been in such a good mood lately,”
“Uh, duh i’m getting laid, I’m Adam, I’m the origin-“
“Yeah, yeah, original dick. But that’s not what I mean and you know it.” Angel grins widely, and Adam can feel his face heating up. Oh god- why is he blushing? Since when does he care? He pushes the thought from his head.
“…You don’t know her,” Adam decides to say, crossing his arms and turning back to face the TV, hoping Angel will just leave it at that.
“Try me,” Angel leans closer, looking intently at Adam’s expression. When Adam says nothing, Angel laughs again.
“Oh my god I so know her,”
Adam grits his teeth but says nothing as Angel laughs.
“Okay, fine, don’t tell me who you’re havin’ weird secret kinky sex with,” Angel shrugs, turning to face the TV. “I’ll find out eventually,”
That makes Adam sweat.
You can’t help but laugh, nearly spitting whisky everywhere while Husk chuckles to himself. Sure, it’s a bit trite, ranting to the bartender about your shitty day while he pours you a stiff drink, but Husk could always make you laugh about it, and call you out on your bullshit if needed. He was real, and you liked that about him. Plus, it beat drinking alone when none of your other friends wanted to party on a Wednesday.
“-and not a crazy bitch like I’m a crazy bitch, crazy like she lit her mom’s hair on fir-“
“Husk holy shit!”
Both of you look in the direction of Angel Dust’s voice as he runs from the hallway towards you both. He leans over the bar, eager to share whatever news he had.
“Adam’s fucking somebody- somebody here!”
You choke on your whisky, spitting it back into the glass. Angel and Husk both look at you with a raised brow.
“My bad,” is all you say. you can’t think of anything else that would play it off, so you just quietly wipe off your face while Angel recounts his encounter with Adam. You feel an eye twitch- you could strangle that prick for being so conspicuous.
“You’re quiet, Y/N,” Angel says in a teasing tone.
“I just could not care less if I tried,” You say back, firmly but with a shrug, and you hope it suffices as an acceptable explanation, and that you come off as your usual apathetic self. You finish your whisky, and luckily, Angel doesn’t give you any more shit. Slightly unsettled by that interaction, you avoid Adam for the next few days.
Late one evening, everybody’s gone up to their rooms and the hotel is quiet. You’ve already eaten, smoked, brushed your teeth and put on pajamas, but there’s nothing good on TV and you’re bored and high and just want a task to keep busy. So you wander aimlessly into the kitchen and find yourself doing the dishes that Charlie was too stressed out to do earlier.
As you scrub brown charred bits off a pan, you find your stupid weed-addled brain wandering to Adam. You haven’t fought with him in a while, mostly because you’d run away before he had the chance to start, but still. It feels weird, being so calm lately. No wonder you’re bored. It’s the way things used to be at the hotel, before he arrived. You guess you hadn’t realized how used to his presence you’ve gotten. Gross. You cringe at the thought.
Luckily, your phone starts to vibrate on the counter, giving you a distraction. You pick up and hold it between your ear and shoulder without looking at the caller ID.
“Yo, where are you right now?”
Of course.
“Adam? What the fuck, when did you get a phone?” You snort. When you realize you’re smiling you clear your throat and force your face to relax.
“Whatever. Can you come upstairs?”
You pause. He sounds slightly odd.
“What, like, to your room?” You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”
“ohmyfuckinggod- can you not be difficult for fucking once and just do what I ask?” Then, as an afterthought, he adds “Please?”
Damn, okay. You don’t say anything for a moment, thinking maybe you’re just smacked and he’s being normal.
“Suuuure… Just uh, gimme a minute,” You say carefully, putting the dishes down. Then, he hangs up on you. What a dick.
Unbeknownst to you, while you’ve been thinking about him, he’s been thinking about you way more.
You’ve been avoiding him- obviously. Not unexpected, but it pissed him off to no end. He’s fucking Adam! Who are you to ignore him? Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him, anyway?
By now, the others have started to accept him- including them in their plans, drinking with him, no longer leaving a room when he enters- so he doesn’t really need a chaperone anymore. Despite this, it still feels wrong. Even in a room with every other patron of the hotel, he’d started to notice when you weren’t there.
He didn’t even notice he was starting to miss you at first. It wasn’t until he and Charlie were seated at the bar, and he drank more than he probably should have, that he mentioned you were avoiding him.
“What’dya, miss her?” Husk asked.
“Awww, Adam!” He still remembers the look on her and Husker’s faces. “You are starting to change! That’s so sweet of you!”
And then because she was drunk she kept rambling about it for like 30 minutes, but he doesn’t remember the rest of what she said, just the utter humiliation he felt. He shut up for the rest of the night to avoid spilling his guts any more, but Husk- the annoying fucker- still gives him knowing looks every now and then.
And after Nifty had washed his sheets, and he’d noticed that his pillows lost the scent of cigarettes, perfume, and shampoo you’d left behind, he knew he was royally fucked.
The worst of all, though, is that he feels helpless to feeling these emotions- and even worse, he doesn’t want to stop feeling them. Before he’d even noticed it, he was thinking about you all the time, and he was fine with it. The embarrassment was killing him, even though, supposedly, nobody knew.
On this particular night, he’d probably had just a tad too much beer with his dinner, because when he’d returned to his room and flopped on his bed, there was a little bug in the back of his brain that kept whining about how empty it felt. He tossed and turned for a bit, just wanting to sleep it off, but he eventually gave up, reaching for his phone.
“Adam?” Before you’re finished knocking, Adam jumps up to get the door, pulling you inside quickly. You make a noise of surprise as he scoops you up immediately, not saying anything as he carries you to his bed.
“Damn, needy, huh?” You laugh. This time, it’s him telling you to shut up as he tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you.
You sit up slightly to help him get your shirt off, and then his lips are on your neck, trailing down to your chest as he unclips your bra.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” He says with a casual shrug as his hands run up your torso to grope at your tits.
“mm,” You hum, arching your back into his touch. “missed this?” You smile sarcastically. Missed you, he thinks.
“Sure missed these,” He pushes the thought away and grins back, squeezing your chest for emphasis. He pulls back briefly to rid himself of his own shirt, then bends back down to press more kisses to your flesh. He looks up, staring at your expression as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, reveling in the whimper he’s rewarded with.
“fuckin’ perfect tits…” He mumbles into your chest before nipping at your skin. You let your eyes shut as his free hand slides down, under the band of your shorts and his finger brushes the hot skin beneath, skimming over your lips. Adam thumbs at your clit through your panties, relishing in the whine he rips from your throat.
Impatiently, you shift your hips up to slide off your shorts and panties, then reach to tug at his belt loops to signal he should do the same. When he looks up and sees the desperate look on your face, he decides not to keep you waiting, and pulls back to rip off his pants and boxers.
You guess avoiding him these past few days has affected you, too, because you’re surprisingly desperate. You sit up, wrapping your fingers around his cock, smearing his arousal across his length, and whatever he had been planning to say dies and comes out a needy garble of nonsense that makes you snicker.
To your surprise, he has no quip as he crawls over you and pushes himself between your legs. He bites back a gasp when you rub the head of his cock between your folds, a groan following a moment after as he begins pushing into you.
Your thighs are trembling by the time he’s fully inside of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist weakly while you adjust to the stretch.
He sits up fully, and from this view, you look stunning. The way you're laid back on his pillow, tears pricking in your eyes, he thinks you look more angelic than anything he ever saw in heaven.
“fuuuck,” He groans, letting his head fall onto the bed as he starts to move his hips.
“Adam!” The way you whine his name is truly sinful, and he feels his dick twitch in response.
“holyfuck, ‘s so big,” The slight burn makes you regret your impatience now, and his face makes you regret stroking his ego. You make a point to ignore his self satisfied laugh, focusing instead on how his cock stretched you open, making you to tighten and release around him. You turn your head, looking at his wicked fucked-out smile that grew wider and wider as his movements got deeper.
You can’t speak, you just moan helplessly as your hands search for anything to grab onto to steady yourself. You throw your hands around his neck and bury them in his now dark wings, in the way you always did. You gripped the feathers tightly and let out a moan and oh, god, he’s not going to last long, he thinks, with you gripping the sensitive feathers like that. He groans again, then his lips find your shoulder, where he leaves messy, open-mouthed kisses trailing towards your neck.
“so fuckin’ sexy, so, so good for me,” you barley even register that he’s speaking, with your entire focus being on the way he moved in and out of you.
“you’re- so beautiful,” he says between grunts. your eyes widen.
“wha-ahh-“ before you can question that, a particularly hard thrust makes the words die in your throat, and you’re clawing to his biceps again.
A warmth of pride erupts in your chest at the way his breathing has turned labored and his grip on you tightens. An arm snakes around your waist, the other under your head, pulling you impossibly tighter against him as he continues to desperately pound into you. The proud smirk you wore is wiped off your face when you feel one hand releases you and his hand trails down, eventually pressing a thumb your clit, rubbing small circles that make you moan and twitch beneath him.
You can’t even warn him before your whole body erupts. You spill over, you lose sense of where and who you are, all the while, Adam pounds into you, strokes you inside and out. You vaguely hear a sudden crash and him mumbling, thanking god that you came before him because seconds later, he’s spilling his own cum inside you with a broken wanton groan.
Adam stills for a moment, panting as he holds you close. When he rolls off you, he keeps one arm around you, pulling you against his chest. Huh. That’s new.
Neither of you say anything. That was… different, than you’re used to with him. You furrow your brows as you think, and find yourself confused. The cogs in your head turning something terrible in your mind, questioning his intentions.
Once you’ve caught your breath, you sit up, pushing away his arm as you go to find your clothes. He frowns, watching you pick your shirt up from the ground and pull it over your head. You looked guarded, like a cornered doe, like you were just waiting for the chance to sprint away.
Adam grabs his own boxers from the floor and pulls them on, quickly crossing the room to where you were. He looks down at you, and feels an odd, tightening in his chest, something he’s felt a lot since falling to hell.
He leans against the door, putting on a cocky smile.
“Soo… this was like a booty call, huh?”
“…Yeah, whatever. See ya,”
#i am SO out of practice writing smut holy shit this is so bad#took me fucking forever too#but hey i’m sick so i have a lot of time to write!#also i promise the next one won’t end immediately after the smut like these last two 😭 i’ve got the plot more figured out now#adam x reader#first man adam x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#!my stuff#!not sfw#first man adam#hazbin hotel adam#female reader
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aaaa im enjoying your Johnny fics so much I swear I’m down bad for this man 😮💨 would you be into doing one with johnny slicing his name into the reader??🤌
You got it ;) I hope you like this one! <3
“Come on darlin’, this is going to take longer the more you squirm and if you make me mess up I’ll have ‘ta start somewhere else.” Johnny warned, gripping my waist tighter and trying to still my hip. I could only groan and sob as he began on the first ‘N’. After trying to escape-he fucked me like a wild animal and then brought me out to the shed for a “surprise.” That being what’s happening now.
“It hurts.” I cried, tears streaming down my face as I tried to resist moving. He was carving the second line of the letter as he leaned down to lay a gentle kiss next to the burning wound. My stomach fluttered at the gentle gesture but was quickly ripped away when he began the third line.
“Oh I know sweet pea. Now you know how I felt when I found you missin’. Even better, now you won’t dare think about doin’ this again-let alone tryin’ to.” He said sweetly, licking up a drop of blood that began to spill down my side.
“You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you right?” He asked, pausing the carving to look up at me.
“Yes Johnny, I know. I love you too.” I said quietly, the stinging pain burning hotter with each second. He gave a soft smile and turned his attention back to his work-but he sat back to admire what he has done so far before continuing again.
“And here I thought you couldn’t be more perfect.” He said, placing another kiss directly on the cut. The sting sending pain and pleasure through me together.
It had been about a week since the incident and I was sitting on Johnny’s bed, coloring in the coloring book he had found in one of the recent victims cars. I looked up when the door opened suddenly and in walked Johnny. He was sweaty from working in the Texas heat and properly tending to the yard. He told me I was too delicate for hard work like that so he let me stay in the house, but sometimes he would make me sit outside with him just wanting my company. I don’t argue, I actually like it when he asks me. He took off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed next to the pillow before sitting behind me and putting his legs on either side of me.
He scooted back so he was lying against the wall and leaned forward to put his rough hands on my waist and pulled me back against him-my back flush against his chest. He began laying light kisses on my neck and rubbing circles into my sides.
“How’re you feelin darlin’? Does it hurt anymore?” He asked, moving his fingers down to the hem of my shirt lifting it to reveal his name on my hip.
“No. It’s healing nicely.” I said, leaning back into him putting my hand over his making our fingers interlock.
“Good girl. I love you so much.” He said, using his other hand to turn my head towards him as our lips touched.
#johnny slaughter#johnny slaughter x reader#johnny tcm#tcm#texas chainsaw game#texas chainsaw massacre
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i need quackity rejection angst, like imagine a read asking alex out and he said no and she has to see him everyday and or stream with him often
Thanks for the request!
Quackity Imagine: 'Cause only love can hurt like this.
You and Alex were friends, you went to events together, you streamed together... He was so easy to like, you know?! Like, a gentleman with you and everyone around you, and it made you like him. It made you fantasise for nights your days with him being yours.
After a long talk with Tina, Cellbit and Foolish, you decided to ask him out. They said he'd accept, and to be honest, you thought he'd to.
It was a rainy day when you went to his house to stream, and before the stream, you decided to ask. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little nervous today." Alex says to you. It was one of the reasons why you felt in love with him: he used to notice you.
"Yeah, uhm.. Alex, can I ask you somethin'?!" You say and he nods, stopping what he's doing to look at you. "I.. Do you want to go on a date with me?!" You ask, and Alex is looking at you a little bit shocked, the boy closes his eyes and sighs. "Shit." He whispers, opening his eyes again and facing you. "Look, Y/N... I, I'm sorry, I don't see you like this, okay?!" He says, and you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and sadness. With all your friends saying that Alex seemed to like you, you started to believe, and now your heart was in pieces and you couldn't even go home to cry. You had to stream with him.
"Yeah, I.. Where was I with my head to think you'd like me, anyway?!" You try to joke around, but your laugh is almost a sob and your voice trembles with the pain of the rejection.
"Hey, I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll give you five minutes to open the stream, okay?!" He says and leaves. Great. You can't help yourself but cry, tryin' not to sob, trying not to make any noises, tryin' not to let all the pain out of your chest because if you do, you won't stop cryin' easily. "Are you better?!" Alex appears after five minutes and you get a little angry with his insensibility. "Yes." You say, sitting on the fuckin' chair in front of his computer. "Let's do this live, please. I just want to leave." You say, Alex sits next to you, a little upset, you can read it in his face. It's all over his beautiful fuckin' face. "I hope this doesn't stay between us like this." He says and you look at him. "At least on live." He says. It's unbelievable. How can he be such a dick?!
"I..." You start, but you don't even finish it. You're so fuckin' sad, Alex rejected you and now he's being so insensible with your feelings. "Let's do it." He says when he sees you won't say anything. You stare him with a "I can't believe in you" face and keep staring when he smiles to the camera, starting to say "Hi" to chat. "Hiii, chat! How's everyone doing?!?"
Alex touches your thigh to "wake you up" and smile to you, you look at the camera with a forced smile on your face. "Hi, chat!" You don't even recognise your own voice anymore. "I'm here today with Y/N and we'll play games we used to play in our childhood!" He says. "Are you excited, Y/N?!" He asks you. "Yes." You say, not even tryin' to hide your disappointment with Alex's reaction to all that.
The live was a nightmare, of course that your both fans noticed you were sad. That you weren't in conditions to stream, that you and Alex... At the end of the live, your name and his was on trending topics of Twitter and your phone was full of messages of Cellbit, Tina, Foolish and even Bagi and Philza. "Thank you for the effort." You hear Alex's ironic voice. He's full of poison to attack you right now. "Our names are on trending topics of Twitter because you can't even fake a laugh."
"I just asked you out because I fuckin' love you and you rejected me, Alex! Do you want me to be happy?! Or to be able to fake a laugh?! Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' psycho." You get up from your chair, tears blur your vision as you walk away from his office. "It's not the end of the world, Y/N!"
"What part of 'I love you' you didn't understand, Alex?!" You turn around to face him, Alex stops in front of you. "You're such a dick, dude."
"Just because I said 'no' to your invitation?! Of a date?!" He asks. "No, Alex! Because of your insensibility! All you did was dehumanise me since I asked you out!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do, Y/N! Do you want me to hug you?! To say 'you'll find someone that loves you back, princess!'?!" He almost yells at you. "You should've done it, you should've cancelled the fuckin' stream, you should've talked to me about it!"
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't do it! I just felt suffocated with the fact my friend wants to have a date with me." He says and you roll your eyes. "How old are you?! Six?!"
"Fuck you, Y/N." He says, upset. "Fuck you, Alex. I can't believe it!" You start to sob and sit on the sofa. For some reason, you still think Alex will come to hug you, you still want him to. You still think he'll whisper "it's okay" in your ear as he consoles you for the damage he caused on you. It might be tragic, but it's better than listen to him grabbing your belongings and putting it on your bag. You get up and wipe your tears away, Alex gives you your bag and you look at him. "I see you tomorrow for the next stream?!" He asks, and the desire of punching him on the face only grows.
"No, Alex. I won't be streaming with you anymore, or being friends with you." You whisper, Alex seems to be confused and sad for the first time in this situation. "And... What? I..."
"Can I leave?! You wanted me to, anyway." You ask. "Wait, what about our streams?! What about QSMP?! And our lore?!" He asks. "Are you really worrying about that, Alex?!" You ask. It's unbelievable. "I'm out of QSMP and you can do your lives and lores by yourself!"
"No, but that's what defines our friendship! I don't want to stop being friends with you, Y/N!" He says. "Can I leave?!" You ask, upset. "Sure." Alex whispers and opens the door for you. You leave his apartment without even turning around to look at him, you hear the boy slam the door and a couple of tears fall from your eyes.
You couldn't believe, your heart was broken because of Alex. You thought that, at least, he'd be nice with you, but not even that, you know?! He sent you a lot of messages, but you decided to block him, unfollow him on social media and not even speak about him on live.
You felt in love with the wrong person. Alex could never love you the way you loved him.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)
Requests are open!
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He’s In The Walls!
Summary: Uhh, I did the writing version of doodling last night and forgot to post it. Once again, the ranch hand tries to trick Danny into getting some sleep. Key word: tries.
Word count: 1,235
Twilight peered into the room and internally let out a mixture of a sigh and a groan. Just like he saw earlier, Danny was still awake, sitting by the fireplace, still reviewing and studying the same textbook over and over. His red notebook was left open and folded in half next to the small, but rather thick book with blue and black colors wide open. Danny called it “Algebra Two”, which was something he was supposed to start learning in over two months from the day he ended up tagging along with them.
He was determined to use any free time he had while on this adventure to get a head start, though, because according to him, math wasn’t his strong suit and Algebra is apparently part of math. It made sense, but at the same time, it frustrated Twilight a bit that it was his first thing to do when he had free time.
Unless it was nighttime. He’d instead be found outside stargazing. Except tonight.
Tonight, Danny had been reading and doing practice problems since before the sunset, right after he finished helping around with chores and dinner. It was as if he didn’t notice day had already passed by. Twilight wouldn’t be too surprised. The young teen could get pretty deep in the zone if he was left to it for long enough.
Danny reached for the mug placed on the carpet next to him and lifted it up to take a sip of the contents, but then he paused and looked inside.”Huh, must’ve drank faster than I thought.” He muttered to himself. Twilight’s mood was lifted and a smile briefly appeared on his face when he heard that. Before he could try to put his plan into motion, however, Danny stood up. He yawned and turned to go into the kitchen. There was the sound of water and movement before he came back to sit down next to the books again.
He lifted both arms up and groaned a little before letting his arms fall back down. Danny just sat there for another few seconds, eyes staring at the fire in a tired daze, then looked back at the books. Twilight decided now was the time to make his move.
The ranch hand wordlessly entered the room and began walking towards Danny. Surprisingly, he went unnoticed until he came close enough to kneel down and put the blanket around Danny’s shoulder.”Twilight? I appreciate it, but I’m not cold—“ Danny stopped his response when he noticed that the ranch hand had actually wrapped it around his shoulders. Twilight lightly pushed him down and reached one arm down so he could get his legs, too.
“Hey, what are you going?!” Danny asked, a little irritated. He moved his legs around and tried to worm out the arms that were now pinned against his sides, but he was tired after everything that transpired over the last few days.
It affected all of the members, really. Twilight had just gotten up for some water, but when he saw Danny, he went and got a spare blanket. Now he was going to use it to wrap around him and finally ensure he’d get his sleep.
Danny wriggled around in protest, but his movements didn’t have even half as much strength as usual. When Twilight successfully managed to wrap his entire body in the blanket, Danny had finally stopped fighting, but the glare he shot Twilight’s way had a small fire that wasn’t extinguished yet. The ranch hand wrapped his left arm around Danny and picked him up. As he left the room and took a turn to the right, the kid’s irritation grew with his stuff now left behind.
“Are you going to explain?” Danny asked.
“Kid, you’re falling asleep at the books and it’s midnight. You’re going to bed.” Twilight said. He turned his body and maneuvered through the doorway meant for one person, not one person plus another wrapped in a blanket.” ‘N don’t bother tryin’ to get free anymore. I know that your strength’s spent, ‘n that tea you were given actually helps with sleep, not stayin’ awake.” He added.
The hallway itself was luckily wide enough for three people, so the ranch hand was able to carry Danny without worrying about hitting him against the wall. The long window following down half of it allowed faint moonlight from the unseen moon to paint the hallway in a very dim, calming white light. It was a little quiet for a few more seconds, and Twilight had allowed himself to hope that the cozy cargo he was carrying had fallen asleep already.
“Smart move, cowboy.” Danny said. He said it in that kind of note where it’s half spite, half genuine respect. Twilight breathed out a very brief laugh from his nose as he crossed the hall towards the door on the other side, which had an unclaimed bed inside.“You know what the only problem is?” Danny asked.
Feeling a little smug about how things turned out, Twilight couldn’t help but think that whatever he was about to say or do wouldn’t be an actual problem. Sure, the kid was stronger than he looked, but any sudden bursts of fighting energy had likely already been spent. Still, he wanted to know what he was going to say for the sole purpose of seeing him when it didn’t work.”What’s that?” Twilight asked confidently. While he was focused on opening the door, he failed to notice the white light coming from Danny.
“I’m already gone.”
As soon as he started speaking, Twilight noticed the lack of weight where Danny once was. He could no longer feel the young teenager against his body and the blanket that he’d previously used to secure him fell from his arm and onto the floor. The ranch hand looked down bewildered to see nothing but empty space where Danny was supposed to be. Twilight’s eyes widened in shock as he looked around almost frantically, genuinely concerned about how the kid had disappeared and where to.
As he glanced around, his enhanced hearing picked up on a small laugh coming from the right. When he turned, he couldn’t see Danny, but something told Twilight that some kind of presence he didn’t notice before had just left the narrow room through the wall right in front of him.“He’s in the walls...” He muttered. He then picked up the blanket again and held either side in both hands. He readied himself and relied on the very odd sensation his wolf senses picked up as he ran back down the hall. He already knew that the books were probably already gone.”He’s in the goddessdamn walls!” Twilight repeated, but kept his voice down to a whisper.
When Time looked out his window to see Twilight running across the field and out of view of the window, his first thought was that something was incredibly wrong and sat up. Then, just as quickly, he saw the ranch hand return carrying a sleeping Danny into the house. He smiled a little and laid back down to go back to sleep.
The next day, he’d confirm with Twilight that Danny stayed up late studying again, and Malon would hear them and swear to have a word with him.
“Hylia help him.” Twilight joked.
“Oh, pup, Hylia would only be able to stall her for a few minutes.” Time said
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New World🍂Part 2!
Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world
Pt.1
•Masterlist•
It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks
But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for
Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city
“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at
“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance
“I could help though”
“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me
“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder
Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable
“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away
“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills
“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together
Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here
“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now
“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows
“Please be safe out there”
“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile
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The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still
Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind
“I miss my straightener” Andrea said
“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing
“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed
“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now
“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said
“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore
“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush
“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted
“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm
“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line
“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed
“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”
I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills
As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent
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I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand
“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming
“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said
Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him
“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane
I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that
I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder
“Are you okay” I asked worried
“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood
“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry
“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”
“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods
I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes
“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering
“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”
“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face
He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume
“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”
“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled
“It’s not”
“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water
“Do you wanna go first?” I asked
“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore
He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it
“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin
“Ya? ‘Bout what?”
“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair
“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”
I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much
“I miss it too”
“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat
“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out
Which he obviously could tell I was lying
“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath
“Maybe a few things”
“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”
“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”
“Fine, now tell me”
God this was so embarrassing
“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat
I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response
“I told you not to make fun of me”
“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself
“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”
“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”
“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”
“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”
I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation
“Umm I’m done, your turn”
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(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)
After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent
“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said
“Oh okay” we changed and laid down
An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered
“Daryl? Are you still awake?”
“Mmm” he grunted from an answer
“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth
You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you
“Thanks”
“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep
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The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress
As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere
You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now
It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe
“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites
“I’m okay, are you okay D?”
“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”
Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers
“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane
“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”
So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace
“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him
“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”
You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you
“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding
We’d be okay…….right?
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Part.3<-
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Outgrown. Final part. (Miles morales x reader)
“Hey-“
Y/n attempted on closing the door but Miles stopped it so all she did was walk away letting him in.
“Please just let me say what I have to-“
“Say? You already did enough Miles. I don’t need anymore apologies or excuses. I’m busy.”
Miles took a moment to look at the textbooks spread out on the small coffee table and uncleaned dishes on the dinner table.
“I know that! Y/n please I’m sorry-“
“Y/n! We’re done!”
Miles was once again interrupted by the children letting Y/n know to help them.
“Ok miles. Just- stay here.”
His apology seemed genuine but…Y/n was so closed off to it, she wouldn’t allow him in so easily. Miles stayed in the living room for 15 minutes picking up the mess that was previously there while Y/n helped her siblings get ready for bed. He immediately froze hearing her footsteps..
“Look miles, I know what you’re gonna say. We’ve been through this before-“
“Please Y/n just let me finish what I had to say. I like-“
“Y/n!!!!! Lita hit me on purpose!”
Yet another interruption came across the pair, Y/n rushed into the bedroom of her two siblings as a calm Lita walked out nonchalantly sitting down of the counter opening a coloring book.
“I didn’t hit him! The book just fell on his head by accident!…so miles...”
Miles head turned towards a stern Lita with the most annoyed face. Lita was never one to beat around the bush.
“you messed up..terribly. But Don’t worry she likes your smile and fancy hair..I know, I read her diary.”
“She thinks it’s fancy?..”
“yup.”
Right then and there Lita gave his confidence right back to him and the little girl walked back out the kitchen knowing Y/n was coming back…she always did.
“Go to sleep-“
“I know! Don’t forget to tuck me in!”
Lita walked away and Y/n walked towards Miles bracing herself for the conversation.
When Y/n opened that door and saw miles her heart started to roll back to him and wanted more than just words. He was her heaven and hell. She wanted to ignore everything telling her to not come back.
“I love you Y/n and I know that doesn’t mean too much to you anymore. This last month has been terrible without you and I’m so sorry for saying things that aren’t true. You leaving was my reality check that not everyone was going to sit around and watch me cry and whine over someone who wasn’t there for me anymore….but you were. I love you for that, I love you for your family, for all that you do.”
Tears built up as both teens look at each other but Y/n tried so hard to just push him away…he was easy to love…but he was closed off and not easy to get love back from.
For miles he was willing to travel across the whole world for you, he just couldn’t see it and now he wants nothing more then you coming back to him.
“W-we can’t. We won’t, miles. I’m too busy, I have so much things going on. Our schedules and worlds aren’t the same right now. We’ve outgrown each other and that’s ok…you just realized it far too late.”
The last line burned into Miles heart and he was ready to accept his defeat…Y/n leaving and saying these words were enough punishment for all the things he’s done…but if he left now, he’d be giving her up on her too easily.
“We’ll make it work Y/n! I accept all of you. I’ve been watching you everyday for the past month, I know the new route you take home after hours of work. I see you taking care of Juan and Lita constantly. I know the reason why there was so many books on the table was because you’re tryin to pass all your exams. I know you’re feeling stressed and overworked…I know you’re trying to do better for everyone but Y/n your already perfect. You’re it for me.”
“Miles I can’t quit you…”
More tears and sobs fell from Y/n as miles stated all the actions and feelings Y/n had.
You see?…even with all the disagreements the pair had miles always gave Y/n a secure comfort spot. Much how Y/n was his way back to reality…he was her way to get away from it. They fit perfectly but too much built emotion pushed them away.
Miles rushed in hugging Y/n, suffocating her in his love and comfort in which Y/n couldn’t deny anymore.
“I’m sorry.”
That’s all he kept repeating to her as Y/n sulked into his arms. Within that moment Y/n went back to him. Once the tears went away the two looked at each other and shared a kiss, melting into each other.
Miles walked them back to the sofa and had them both fall onto it, sharing a laugh and now tears of happiness fell from Y/n.
“why are you crying..?”
“because I love you too..”
“I want my goodnight kiss too Y/n!!”
Their laughs soon became annoyed groans as they both get up and turn to Lita as she looks at them with a uninterested face.
“What? You promised me.”
Lita walked away with a stomp in her feet and crossed arms while Y/n got up from miles, walking away back to her duties.
She was walking mindlessly but turned to the sound of his footsteps.
“You can wait there Miles it’s fine I just gotta tuck them in.”
“I know I can but..I said I’d be here to love all of you didn’t i? I’ll help you.”
Y/n turned around quickly giving him one more hug and held his hand gently guiding him inside the room.
Both younger siblings were tucked in and as they walked out Juan and lita spoke again.
“Goodnight lovebirds!”
The door was shut quickly by Y/n in embarrassment as her cheeks heat up, turning red.
“Lovebirds huh? I like that name.”
Miles couldn’t get enough of the laugh and smiles Y/n let out, he embraced her one more time before saying goodnight and go.
They had outgrown each other…but they made another garden full of love.
!💜!
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falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 4 [ELLIE W]
summary: when your favorite barista turns out to have a girlfriend (an ex? you weren't too sure) you got cold feet and ran
genre: fluff/angst
wc: 2.5k
a/n: lord.... im so sorry this took so long and tbh im not happy with it at all LMFAO im thinking either one or two more parts to this as well! so sorry i haven't been updating recently life has come at me hard! im hoping to get fewer hours at work so i can have some free time bc omfg!
part three
The phone buzzing against the desk was seriously starting to distract you. It had been going off incessantly since you left Ellie's house in a rush, and you just assumed it was her wanting to explain her side of the story. To be honest, you didn't really want to hear it. Your heart felt like it was torn into two earlier this morning. But you should've known, someone that attractive and funny and kind had to come with some sort of baggage. You just didn't expect it to be a whole girlfriend.
Your thumbnail was sitting in between your teeth as you slightly nibbled on it. Dina was laying across from you with worry etched into her features. She was usually amazing with words, never having trouble gossiping or giving advice, but when you came storming in with tears about to fall over your lash line, she couldn't quite find the words to console you. She awkwardly stammered until she realized all you wanted was moral support.
The phone had only been silent for a minute before it started buzzing again. You groan, sitting up to finally grab the stupid device. The buttons on the side were squeezed under your fingers until you could swipe to fully cut off the phone.
Now it couldn't bother you anymore.
Dina sits up, staring at you with pity, "Would it hurt to just hear her out, maybe? Didn't you say you heard her say something about breaking up?"
You gnaw on your bottom lip, "I can't," Dina seems upset at your choice, "Seeing that girl, Cat I think, in front of Ellie was like a slap in the face. She could've been lying about breaking up, Dee. I just don't know." You sigh, crossing your arms to try and soothe yourself a bit.
Dina jumps off of the bed and makes her way to you, a grin spreading over her lips as if she just thought of the best idea. Knowing Dina, you had a feeling about what she was about to say.
"Wanna get trashed?"
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The bar was packed even though it was a random Tuesday night. Sounds of college-aged people screaming the song playing filled your ears and chatting with their friends filled your ears. Dina had already shimmied to the bar, ordering a drink for you and for her, before making her way to the dance floor. She was gone with the wind now. You only hoped she would make it back to your dorm without you dragging her home. You decided to keep a low profile and hang by one of the back walls. It was better that way.
You didn't feel like dancing away your inner struggles. Realistically, you needed to talk to Ellie about this. But how could you just call her up when you ignored her for a whole day? A shiver went down your spine when you thought about the conversation that was going to have to take place.
A part of you was still mad at Ellie. You didn't want to have the conversation. But you were going to have to be mature about it one day. You couldn't just ignore her forever.
A voice cut your running thoughts off, "Aren't you?" You turn around to meet Jesse's eyes, "Hey, it is you! How ya' doing?" As kind as ever, he gives you a side hug while enthusiastically greeting you.
"I'm good!" You shout over the music. He motions to the cup in your hand and you nod, "Some sort of tequila."
He grimaces, "Oh, lord. You tryin' to die or somethin'?"
You purse your lips, "Yeah. Something like that."
Jesse pats your shoulder while laughing off your statement, "How did things go with Ellie? Man, she was so excited about it." His hands shoot up to gesture, "That's all she could talk about last shift was how you were gonna go over to her place. She was like a kid in a candy store!"
Your heart shatters. It felt awful to ignore her like that and a part of you wondering if you were acting crazy. Ellie said she could explain, yet, you just left her. Then you turned your phone off as if you couldn't give her the time of day.
Your eyebrows pinch, "It was good... until..." The words die in your throat. Jesse was a good friend of Ellie's and you had come to get pretty acquainted with him but was he a good one to confide in?
His face falls into confusion, "Until?" You see a flash of concern before his face returns to the original confusion.
"Until," You bite the bullet. Now is as good of a time as ever to pour your heart out, "Until her ex or maybe girlfriend? Until whatever she was came over. I totally left Ellie after not giving her a moment to explain. I'm starting to feel like a little bit of a bitch about it..." A fake half-laugh comes out to deflect how truly awful you felt.
Jesse's eyes widen and he sets his drink down, fully turning toward you, "Woah, woah. Was her name Cat?"
You nod and Jesse rubs his hands over his face. The loud techno music silents his hushed curses before he grabs your wrist to drag you out of the bar. The drink in your hand flies out as your legs try to keep up with his wide stride. Your eyes scan the room until you see Dina — who is cheering you on? She looks at you with a thrilled expression before giving you a thumbs up.
Oh my God.
Words of protest spew out of your mouth, trying to get him to just slow down yet Jesse only walks faster. Once you make it to the parking garage he turns back to you. You just hope he ignores the way you are trying to catch your breath.
Jesse starts to fidget with his hands as if he's thinking over what he's about to say.
Your anxiety spikes when he finally asks you what he wanted.
"Is it okay if I take you to Ellie's?"
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The ride over to Ellie's house felt as if it took forever. The beating in your chest almost had you sick as you thought of all the possible things that could happen. What if Ellie completely rejected you after this? What if she looked at you with disgust and contempt when she opened her door? What if that Cat girl answers the door instead? You slide down farther into the passenger seat as the anxiety-ridden thoughts became too much.
You were beginning to recognize the area. It didn't make you feel any better — it just meant you were that much closer to having to be mature and talk through what happened. As much as you enjoyed hiding from those complicated feelings, you couldn't do that right now.
Jesse taps his steering wheel while taking in a deep breath, "Look, I know you're nervous and all but... you really shouldn't be," You lift your head to look at him, "She's really into you. I think she will be over the moon that you decided to talk this out face to face."
You purse your lips, "Yeah, but what if she isn't? I left in a completely bitchy way."
Jesse shakes his head, "Trust me, I would've done the same thing if I woke up to Cat's shrill whining."
You were slightly taken aback, "What do you mean by that?"
"I think it's better if Ellie explains that to you."
The air from the vents blows on your face, warming it up. The city lights slowly started to disappear behind you.
"If I know anything about Ellie," His car goes into park. Your head whips to your right and there it was — her house, "She loves giving second chances. Now, go talk this through. I do not wanna deal with a mopey Ellie tomorrow." He jokes around. His words made you feel somewhat better but as you opened the car door and the cool air hits your face, the anxious feeling started to creep up again.
The steps took you a good 30 seconds to get up — stopping every so often to look back at Jesse's car to which he would lift his hands in a supportive motion. Like a father telling their son to, 'go get 'em, tiger!' except he wasn't your dad and you weren't ready to get 'em.
When the large oak door is finally in front of your face, you turn around one last time but Jesse's car was pulling off now. At least he waited until you were fully on the doorstep. It was now or never.
Never sounded pretty good.
Working up courage was never your strong front and god, you wished Dina was beside you to knock on the door but she wasn't. You were going to have to do this. Your hand makes contact with the door producing three heavy raps against the door.
She doesn't answer. She doesn't answer for a while. There isn't even a sign of life behind the door. All you hear is the cars honking faintly where you came from.
You begin to feel hopeless. Deciding to give her one final chance, you knock even louder this time. When you hear rustling on the other side of the door, your stomach lurched.
"Coming..." Her voice sounded solemn. A grimace pulled at your features at the sound. You caused that.
The door swung open, it seemed like she didn't even look into the peephole, and she openly gawked at you for a couple seconds — a dusty pink rose underneath the smattering of freckles on her cheeks. Her socked foot tapped against the wooden floor as she leaned against the door. She finally snapped out of her catatonic state.
"Uh," She voices first, "What are you doing... here?" The words were strangled as they came out.
You take your bottom lip in between your teeth. There was no dancing around this, "Can we talk? About this morning?"
Ellie perks up a bit. There is a look of pain still lingering but she looks more eager to share what actually happened. You were eager to hear it.
"Yeah," She opens the door further, waving you to come in, "Please come in. It's cold."
Stepping inside her house gave you a weird feeling. There was such a great memory inside of here but also one that left you with the worst bitter taste in your mouth. You wanted nothing more than to make more amazing memories in here but you needed to hear what exactly happened this morning.
Ellie guides you to the couch, the couch where you talked for hours, which looked as if she had lived on it for the past 10 hours. There were blankets stacked upon each other while water bottles were littered along the table in front of the couch. You saw the noise cancelling headphones strewn on the table and figured that's why she didn't answer.
You sit down on the edge, rubbing your hands on the front of your thighs. Ellie joins you except she is leaning back on the couch but you can tell with how she's wringing her hands, she's just as nervous.
"I guess the most burning question I have is," Ellie sits up at the sound of your voice. Like she was ready to give you any answer you needed, "Who was she? Why did she seem so hurt by me being here?"
Ellie clears her throat, hands tapping on her leg now as she searches for the right words, "That was Cat, my ex-girlfriend," It would be a lie to say you didn't feel some sort of relief at that, "She is having a hard time coming to terms with that, though. As you saw, she still frequently comes to my house even if I tell her not to." Ellie gives a pained laugh before flicking her eyes over to you to gauge your reaction.
You sigh at that, "How long has it been? Since you broke up?"
"Oh," Ellie scoffs, "A while. It's been around.... 7 months? 7 and a half? Long enough. Jesse calls her a pimple that just won't leave." It suddenly makes sense why Jesse wanted you to come talk to her.
A tension lifts off of your shoulders at that. Ellie wasn't playing you for a fool. She just had a clingy ex. Your hand reaches out to grab hers, which she lets happen without any sort of resistance. Ellie even looks at you while a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
Guilt settles deep within your chest now. You wanted to smile back but the dreadful emotion was eating at your chest. Ellie notices how your body went from relaxed to tense again. She twists back to you.
"Hey, you've gone rigid on me again," She jokes, her hand soothingly stroking your forearm, "What's wrong? Please, tell me or ask me anything. I'll say it all. I don't wanna keep secrets."
Your eyes flicker over to meet hers, tears brimming your waterline. Ellie shakes her head at the sight as if she's telling you not to cry. But the tears still sit in your lash line, threatening to spill over. Ellie's hand comes up to cup your face while the hand holding your hand squeezes tightly trying to reassure you.
You try to blink away the tears but instead one drips down causing Ellie to coo, "I feel like a bitch, Ellie. Didn't even give you the chance-"
Ellie cuts you off, "I wouldn't have given me a chance to explain either," Her voice wobbles a bit, "I don't blame you, who wants to get woken up by that? I just was scared I, fuck is it too early? Whatever, I was scared I lost you this morning."
You purse your lips at that while you shake your head. Ellie continues, "I know we haven't known each other for a while but I want to continue to see you. I think... I think I really like you." Her face flushes a bright red as she says that. Her palm precipitates a light sheen of sweat while she waits for your response. You can see her mentally preparing for the rejection.
You decided not to keep her waiting. She had done enough waiting today, "I want to continue to see you too."
The beaming expression she gives you clears any guilty emotions you had lingering. Now you just needed to show Ellie how much you liked her.
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Hi, I'm dying to see new Elvis fanfic so here I am.
Prompt 5 with young Elvis and could you make both fluff and smut. My idea is that Elvis cums prematurely and he's embarrassed so reader reassures him.
Thanks!
Hey Anon! I'm sorry this took me so long. I wasn't able to write for a while, but I think I got my groove back. I hope you love this!
Prompt: "That was quick." With 50s Elvis
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
You thought Elvis was cute even when you met him 3 days before your 13th birthday. You'd been close friends ever since, but you tried to never let on that you had a crush on him. He seemed to enjoy just talking to you and you let that be enough for you for years. Then, he started singing and playing shows all around the south. You didn't see each other nearly as often and you were finding it hard to ignore the fact that you missed him desperately.
Now, here you sit on the front steps of your parents' house in your favorite dress anxiously waiting for him to arrive. Finally, he pulls up in a shiny new Cadillac and jumps out to open the door for you. When he gets to you, he leans in and kisses your cheek, making your heart skip a beat.
"Hey, honey. Didja miss me?"
"Nah, I've been pretty busy myself. Where did this come from?" You lie and gesture to the car.
"Just bought it! Do ya like it?"
"It sure is pretty." You say as he opens the door and you slide onto the seat. He runs around and gets in the driver's seat. You ride along quietly for a while as he talks about what it's like to play shows and the people he meets on the road. When he gets to a stoplight, he pauses and looks over at you.
"Y'know, speakin' of pretty. You look really nice, tonight." You snap your head over and look at him as he gazes at you. He's never called you pretty before.
"Thank you..."
"No, I'm serious. Have you always been this pretty, darlin'? And I just didn't notice?" The light turns green and he turns back to look at the road. You're not sure how to answer him, so you settle on playful teasing.
"I've always been a pretty girl, Elvis. It's not my fault you're the last one to figure it out." You say with a grin.
"Oh? I'm the last one? You got a buncha fellas chasin' ya around these days?" He tries to say it jokingly, but there's an edge to his voice. Is he jealous?
"Well, not a bunch, but a few." You don't care about any of them, but he doesn't need to know that. You say it really to gauge how he'll respond.
He turns to look at you and he's not smiling anymore. Instead, he grits his teeth and pulls off the road to a clearing that looks out over the town. Once the car is parked, he turns to look at you again.
"I-I-I'm sorry, honey. I guess I'm just protective of you, is all."
"I don't need you to protect me. I'm a big girl, Elvis." Your cheeks flush.
"Yeah, I noticed!" He grabs the steering wheel and grips it tightly. "That's what I'm tryin' to tell ya." He turns back to you. Your heart is pounding and you're breathing so fast that there's no way he can't see it. His eyes flick down to your lips and it feels like you might just die right there on his front seat. You've wanted him to want you for so long.
"I missed you like crazy, y/n. I didn't even realize how much you meant to me until I couldn't talk to you every day. You're all I think about. Talking to you, being around you, kissing you..." When he says the last part, he leans in close to you and presses his soft lips on yours. After a few seconds, you pull back a bit.
"I lied earlier, when I said I didn't miss you. I miss you every minute of every day." You whisper and look down, afraid of what he might say next. He puts his hand under your chin and tips your face up to look him in the eye.
"You are everything to me, y/n. Will you let me love you? As more than a friend?" It's like a dream come true and you're only half sure you heard him right.
"You... you want me?" He smiles and chuckles lightly.
"With my whole heart, baby." He moves his hand to the side of your face and kisses you deeply on the mouth, parting your lips with his own and letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You feel your warm center get even warmer as he kisses you. As the passion overcomes you both, he lays you back on the seat and slides his hand up under your skirt. In the heat of the moment, you forget that as a lady you should tell him no, and instead let him grab your panties and pull them down. He runs his hand up the inside of your thigh and pushes one finger into you. You stop kissing him just long enough to moan at the sensation. He smiles with his nose still touching yours and adds a second finger, continuing to push into your wetness.
"Oh, Elvis." You moan into his mouth, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.
"Honey, I've wanted to see you like this for so long. Will ya... will ya let me make love to you?" He watches your face carefully for a sign that you want to say no. But you nod frantically.
"Please." He smiles again and sits up. You sit up too and your hands go straight to the buttons on his pants. You can see his hardness pressing against the fabric and you need to see him entirely, need to feel him inside you. Once his cock is free, you pull your skirt up and straddle him, sinking down onto him slowly. He groans as you take each inch of him inside you. Then, he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth down to him, kissing you passionately as you begin to move on him. When you switch to grinding against him, pushing him deeper inside you, he pulls back from the kiss suddenly, a look of panic in his eyes.
"Oh, fuck, baby, no- I-I-" Before either of you can do anything else, though, he comes inside you, hard, and sets his head on your shoulder.
"That was quick." You laugh lightly as he groans.
"Shit, I'm sorry." He still has his face buried on your shoulder in embarrassment. "I-I-I've just wanted ya for so long. I couldn't control it... I-"
"Elvis. It's okay. That's not the only time we're gonna do this." He pops his head up off your shoulder and looks you in the eyes.
"It's not?"
"Oh, honey. I've loved you since I was 12. You think I'm gonna give up that easily?" He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Give me an hour. We'll go to the diner or something. And then I'll show you I know how to do this right. I love you, baby." You nod and kiss him again. You'll give him a thousand chances. This is all you've ever wanted.
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Aaron Hotchner X Little! Reader: Accidental Slip
Summery: Requested
W/C: 1056
It was a long day of paper work after a brutal case. Involving regressors, that one hit too close to home. Thank goodness the team promised to not profile each other anymore, otherwise they would have discovered my regression.
As I stare at the paper in front of me, the words begin to grow to large and complex. My brain is becoming too fuzzy for this. I look at a note I was writing, the words appear blocky and nearly illegible. I have to options: 1. Fight the regression and get the report done, or 2. Tell Hotch I’m gonna finish the report tomorrow and leave.
The second option is a no go, Hotch is the definition of a daddy. He’s strict and stern, but is also gentle and caring towards the team. I would regress the second I looked at him. So the only option is the first one, which is harder than it sounds.
I try to work on the papers for over 20 minutes but I’m just not able to focus on it. The words aren’t wording! The frustration is growing and as is my want to regress.
“What are you doing?”
Uh-oh, it’s Hotch!
“Ummm tryin’ to finish my work…” I mumble trying to sound big and strong.
“Hmm… Well from what I saw, you weren’t doing much work.” Hotch said, his voice flat.
“‘M sorry, can’t focus” I choked out, tears welling up in my eyes as I try to speak.
“It’s okay, it’s too late for you to be working, how about you take a break in my office and then I’ll drive you home… You seem a bit out of it, you shouldn’t drive.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. You will take a break and then go home. “And I will finish your report today.”
“But-“ the sentence died short, he had a daddy face on that said ‘quit it now’.
“Come on now.” He already collected your bag, paperwork, and jacket. Walking towards his office. I was quick to chase him, a little clumsily, I’m too little to walk well without a little help.
Once we were in his office he shuts the door. He places my stuff on the chair near his desk, before moving to pull the sofa/futton thing out, making the couch into a little bed. I stand still by the door watching him walk to the closet and grab a few pillows, blankets, and a small stuffed animal (your fav animal).
“There if you get sleepy, you can nap. I don’t have any toys, but I have a few coloring books over on that shelf,” He paused to point, “and some colored pencils. I won’t be too long then I’ll drive you home.”
The wheels spun in my head for a few seconds before I realized what he was saying, “I’m not a child! I don’t need to be entertained by toys!”
God, I sound like I’m trying to convince myself. I want those toys and coloring books and I want to be treated like a baby! But my boss can’t know that!
“I didn’t mean to offend you, I just could tell you are regressing. Is there someone I should have called instead?” Hotch said as he sat at his desk, only concerned that my daddy would want to know.
“How did you know? When did you figure it out?” Suddenly I’m nervous, fidgety and aware of my breathing.
“Since I met you. I’m a profile, that’s how I knew.” Hotch answered flatly, “now is there someone I should call? Someone who watches you when you are regressed?”
“N-no” my voice was small, I felt safe again. He knew and he didn’t care. He is okay with me being small.
“Come here,” Hotch said, ushering me further into the room towards where he was sat. I was quick to get behind his desk, standing infront of him, almost between his legs. “Wanna sit?”
I nod, hoping he meant in his large lap. I wanted him to comfort me, tell me being little was okay. Calling me a perfect little baby. Telling me he was proud of me for being brave during the case.
I was lucky, he lifted me quickly. Wow, he would be a strong daddy! And he was warm and his arms wrapped around me just right when I was in his lap.
“Now, I have a few questions, can you answer them for me?” Hotch asked, I nodded quickly, “such a good baby, how often do you get to be little?”
“Not much,” I say with a huff, I was slipping and I wasn’t scared to do it infront of him.
“Well, when you start feeling small, I want you to come to me, can you do that for me?”
“Mmmhmmmm!” I reply, “dis make you my-?”
“I want to be your daddy, but only after you feel comfortable with that idea. For now, I just want to help you.” Hotch said, rubbing my back.
“Wan chu,” I say leaning into his chest, “wan you ta be dada…”
“Okay, you sleepy baby?” The answer was obviously yes, so before I could answer he quickly moved me around until I was super duper comfortably. Then he started rocking me, mumbling to me how good I was, telling me he adored me and how I was a perfect little baby.
I fall asleep smiling. Tomorrow, he was gonna talk to me more about being his girlfriend when I was big and being his baby when I was little. I made sure to tell him he doesn’t have to do both of those just cause of the night before, and he said he wanted to. He said he wanted to since I joking the team.
Thinking back, he always helped carry my bag of the plane, with the excuse that the ramp was steep and I was more likely to fall. He would always make sure I got a hot cocoa rather than a coffee or tea. He would always have my seat next to his. He would yell at cops that were trying to flirt and harass me. Or him telling me to leave early whenever I started to feel slightly smaller.
This wasn’t a random night, he was waiting to be sure I wanted and needed him.
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I’m so psyched for headcannons!!! What about one that’s a little angsty like you and Ted on a break?
i’m glad you’re excited! thanks for sending this in! we all love a little angst. (tagging @carmylasso because I know she’s all about some angst)
got a lil long winded with this one and just ran with it, don’t say i didn’t warn you!
also, spoilers for season 3 if you haven’t watched yet.
ted would absolutely overthink everything
i feel like he’d intiate it while dealing with the whole dr. jacob mess
he thinks about how easily michelle cheated, how it was right under his nose
how he had NO idea it was even happening
his anxiety gets the best of him and combined with the stress of the team he has a “you know what? let’s push everyone away” moment
you guys had only gone on a couple dates, but have been close friends since he moved to richmond
he felt he’d gotten over Michelle enough to where he could finally express his feelings for you without that getting in the way
def would do it after the phone call, and a couple glasses of whiskey
he does it over the phone, his words are slurred and his voice is thick and you can tell somethings just wrong, but he hangs up before you can question him any further
you text him
“Ted, please talk to me about this. Things have been going good, I thought”
“They were. It’s not you, I’m sorry.”
and that’s it for a couple days
EESH maybe he doesn’t show up to work for the rest of the week, calls in “sick”
and when he tries pulling that excuse the next week, beard & roy go over to his apartment and straighten him the fuck out
they make him shower, help him clean, make him eat
“What does y/n have to say about all of this?”
“She uh- she don’t know.”
and they think about how you acted at work and put the pieces together
they lovingly rip into him about how he’s known you for over a year now, how they know he’s hurt by michelle’s cheating but not everyone is like that
what gets him is when they talk about how you’ve been at work. not happy or bubbly as usual, eating alone in your office, always having a sniffle and puffy eyes in the halls.
“Shit, y’all.. I-I did that to her.. I was just tryin’ to avoid getting hurt again I never meant to-“
Beard shakes is head and is like “No, tell her that”
would have a therapy session the next day and explains everything to dr sharon, she also tells him that he handled that wrong and should’ve just let you in, or asked for some reassurance from you
after that, he goes to your apartment with flowers and shaky hands
you answer in a robe, wine bottle behind you, eyes red and swollen, he can tell you’ve been crying.
your usually tidy living room is super cluttered
“Can I come in? I’ve got some explainin’ to do.”
breaks his heart when you sit on the opposite end of the couch instead of right beside him
he explains what happened with michelle, his thought process of not wanting to get hurt again, all of it
“I wasn’t the one that did that, Ted. I shouldn’t be punished for her mistake.”
“I know.. That was unfair, and I’m sorry.”
definitely not the type of guy to ignore the fact he made a mistake
“This won’t work without trust, Ted. I cant be in a relationship with you if you don’t trust me.”
“There was never an issue with trust, it was just- I was scared. So scared, y/n.”
“Then tell me that next time. Tell me what you’re scared of, or if i’ve done something to make you feel scared, or if you just need reassurance. I can work with that, Ted, but not if you just shut me out.”
“Do you think we could maybe uh, make some sorta system for when I’m feelin’ that way? Because I can’t promise I won’t be kinda scared for a while but I don’t want it messin’ with what we’ve got goin’ on. Don’t want her messin’ up anymore of the good things in my life.”
sooo that’s what you do. maybe similar to the “oklahoma” situation, you come up with a word for when he’s feeling scared or anxious, particularly when it’s related to the relationship
tears up a bit, it’s just pretty emotional overall
maybe you sit in on a session with dr sharon
i do think he’d make some strong improvement after that, like how we’ve seen with his panic attacks
would set boundaries about things that make him especially anxious, and asks you to do the same
very open and honest as a lover, regardless of the whole michelle shitshow
so apologetic for a while because he know what he did was wrong
oh god just imagine him holding while he calms down that night
he’d need you so close
just needs to feel you around him
needs to feel you breathe, smell your shampoo, needs to know you’re there for him
i’m so fucking soft for this man
thanks anon!! this was fun!!
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petboys x petgirl reader mha addition
tw/cw: fem!reader, hybrids, praise, breeding, manhandling, some degrading
characters: bull!kirishima, golden retriever!denki, kitty!sero
a/n: i may do another part to this with more characters, but i have a hard time matching mha characters into a hybrid, and sometimes i can’t think of a scenario. so we’ll have to see! -eden<3
bull!kirishima x heifer!reader
kiri is a breeder bull on a farm, and you’re one of the new heifers they brought in recently
he immediately takes a liking to you and offers to be your guide
he shows you where everything is, and makes sure you’re stall is the best (he would put you next to him but the bulls and heifers are separated)
then he’s stuck to you like glue. he eats with you, lays with you in the field, and he would sleep with you if he was allowed to
because he’s stuck to you, the other heifers are no longer getting his attention. it’s nothing against them, he thinks they’re all very sweet and pretty, but he’s simply infatuated with you
he follows you around every day like a lost puppy, rushing to either put his head in your lap or your head in his when you want to lay under a tree, quick to sit right next to you when eating, even feeding you sometimes
and he’s waiting for the right time to tell you how badly he wants to fuck you and fill you with his babies
here’s where the issues start. kiri is a breeding bull. he’s used to sex every day. multiple rounds, multiple partners
and now he’s all pent up because he was trying to give you time to adjust and get to know him before he rearranges your insides
so eventually, he runs out of patience
it’s when he’s walking you to your stall for the night, you noticed that your brush had fallen off of the wall and you bent over to pick it up and he just snapped
his big rough hands are immediately on your hips, pressing his cock against your ass and grinding into you
he maneuvers you onto your hands and knees, fingering you open while muttering in your ear about how he’s been dying to fill you up and make you a pretty mama
when he finally pushes his cock into you it’s heaven. you feel so full and he hasn’t even started yet
he pounds you into the floor of your stall, strong muscled chest pressing into your back as he bends to say all the dirty things he’s been dreaming of doing to you in your sensitive set of ears
”been wantin to fuck you since you got here pretty”
”wanna give you my babies so bad, wanna make you a mama”
”been tryin so hard to hold back, you’re so beautiful, couldn’t help myself anymore”
”gonna be such a good mama”
and all you can do is sit there and take it, which you don’t mind at all
when he finally pumps you full of his cum (after making sure you came multiple times) he keeps his cock lodged in you and tucks you into his chest
petting your hair and murdering praises while lulling you both to sleep
kiri is a great dad to all of his kids, he’s exited to see if he’s a good spouse too
and you’re not going anywhere
golden retriever!denki x puppy!reader
denki is a very energetic puppy
the kind that needs to be walked 5 times a day or he’ll be bouncing off the walls at bedtime
so his owner gets you thinking you’ll be like playmate for him since they work a lot and like going out with friends
you get introduced and denki is kinda wary around you at first
not because he doesn’t like you or anything, he just doesn’t want to scare you off or make you think he’s too much for you
but once you’re both comfortable you play all the time!
while wrestling with you over a toy, he got a little too close to your pussy, then quickly became addicted to the smell
suddenly he’s dropping the toy so he can hold your legs open with his hands and nuzzle his nose into your cunt
the friction his movements create start to get to you, and now denki is obsessed with the smell of your arousal
that moment was cut short by your owner breaking you up, muttering something about how they can’t afford to take care of a bunch of puppies
but ever since then denki has done all he can to turn you in so he can smell you
whenever he figures out something new that makes you drip he gets all giddy. excitedly nuzzling into your cunt
eventually, smelling wasn’t enough. he wanted to taste it too
his nuzzles turned into quick, desperate licks. dying to taste your juices
then, he started to get turned on too
then it wasn’t his tongue prodding at your entrance, but his rock hard cock
desperate ruts of his hips into yours, eyes crossed and drool dripping onto your chest
and there’s no stopping. like i said before, he’s full of energy. he needs to get all of it out
and since you’re too tired after one round to play with him, he’ll just keep going!
pumping you full of load after load, biting your boobs and neck, muttering incoherent things about how pretty and good you are
looks like your owner might be getting those puppies after all
kitty!sero x puppy!reader
sero is a very lazy kitty
your owner got him as someone low maintenance to keep you company
and he absolutely loves you, you’re so good for him
grabbing things for him when he asks, giving him scratches, brining him toys, anything he asks of you, you do it
so when he asks you to bounce on his cock while he lays on the couch you’re more than eager to comply
and he’s so sweet to you while you do it
he has a soft grip on your hips to guide you while he coos praises
”doing so good puppy”
”making me feel so good”
”you’re such a good girl for me”
then laughing when your tail starts to wag, or when you moan and start to grind more when he’s purring
but every once in a while
every blue moon
sero gets some energy
and how does he use that energy you ask?
he fucks the shit out of his puppy for being such a good girl for him
he wakes up from his nap on a mission to find you
once he does, he bends you over the closest surface and yanks whatever clothes may be between you off
and immediately gets to rearranging your guts
he’s just as lovey while fucking you as he is when you ride him
”this is what you get for being such a good girl, you’re gonna keep being my good girl right baby?”
he laughs at how eagerly you nod and picks up the pace
once again cooing more and more sweet praises at you, only this time with some harsher words
”such a pretty slut for me”
”love my whorish little puppy”
he loves how you clench up at his words and whine and him, to agree or disagree he doesn’t know
and even though you would think he would, he never stops at just one round
when he gets energy is a day full of him fucking and filling you in different positions all over the house
even eating you out every few rounds when you get to messy to “clean you up”
he likes to pretend like he isn’t desperate for you, but the way he acts on these days says otherwise
please let me know what you think! -eden<3
#eden !!#petboy mart !!#puppyboy aisle !!#kittyboy aisle !!#bullboy aisle !!#bull!kirishima !!#puppy!denki !!#kitty!sero !!#mha petboys#mha petboys !!
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Hiii! Can you make a story where Eddie continuously asks the reader out, but keeps getting rejected by her. She only does it since she has a 1 year old daughter (who he has no idea) and feels that Eddie wouldn’t be interested in her anymore because of that (some guys tend not to date woman with kids. They think is a lot of baggage) Make it a happy ending please! 😭
YES A HAPPY ENDING. THANK GOD
This is cute, I'll try my best to give it justice
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It wasn't strange to see Eddie sitting at a bar. It was his favorite place to have a beer and let his mind relax. Plus the bartender he has a crush on, definitely made his night better.
Just one simple problem, every time he asked her out she said no and he didn't know why.
~~
Eddie Munson was quite a character at her bar. He was fucking hot, no denying that. He had the cutest brown eyes. The prettiest smile she's ever seen. A laugh that somehow sounded warm. She felt so physically attracted to him and she hated it.
Ever since she had her daughter, men seemed to run the second she was brought up. Her daughter became her world, but she got lonely. Her ex left the second she announced she was pregnant, too young for a child he said. Only 23 herself she felt like she had no time to get her shit together. No time to date for sure. Only time to work her ass off and return home before the babysitter had to leave.
Eddie was not in her plan. She did not have time to fall in love, and to watch him leave the second he found out she was a mother.
He was 24 and in a band, definitely not a guy who wanted to date a woman who had a kid.
But she can't help but feel desired and beautiful when he flirted with her. Maybe that's why she never told him she had a daughter, just saying no when he asked her out. Always pretending to be busy or at work.
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Eddie let every "no" roll off of his back, refusing to give up. He wanted a date with her and for as long as she seemed interested, he was going to keep trying.
"Okay beautiful, what do I have to do to get you to say yes to a date with me?" He smirked as she blushed. A smile on her face.
"I don't know Eddie. I don't have time for dating." She said as she handed him another beer.
"Okay then we'll have our date here, while you work."
"how do you plan to do that?" She laughed
"I'll make it work gorgeous." He said with a smile, "now what do you say?" He asked. Leaning closer to her over the bar.
His smile got bigger when she leaned in, eyes watching his face. He was even cuter up close.
"no." She said softly, giggling as she went to help another costumer.
Eddie shook his head with a laugh while sipping his beer. He wasn't giving up yet.
~~
A week passed with the same question and the same answer. They flirted, soft touches but she was still scared to take it anywhere further.
Eddie was watching her closely as she served a man at the end of the bar. Clenching his fists as the guys eyes lingered on her tits and ass.
Eddie tried to stay calm, men looking at her wasn't anything he should be mad over. But when the man's hand went to slap her ass is when Eddie flew out of his seat.
"Don't you even think about it prick." He growled as he held the guys hand, freezing it in mid air.
Y/N quickly turned at the commotion. Eyes seeing Eddie's hand gripping the man's wrists. She had an idea what the man was going to do. He's been flirting and making inappropriate comments at her all night.
"Get the fuck off of me man." The guy snapped, yanking his hand free.
"why don't you learn respect and get the fuck out of here " Eddie was fuming. The nerve some men have towards women was gross.
"Is she your little slut or something? Sorry to say man but she was all over me." The guy looked over at her and grabbed his crotch with a smirk.
Y/N felt her body cringe at his action.
"I fucking dare you to call her that again." Eddie growled, standing tall. The man stood up, matching Eddie's height. Chest to chest.
"Eds it's fine." She said as she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from getting hurt.
"Yeah Eds listen to your little slut and back up."
Eddie planned to listen to her and back off but once the prick opened his mouth again, he swung. Feeling his ring smash into the man's nose, blood pouring out instantly.
"YOU FUCKER!" the man yelled and threw himself on Eddie. Landing a punch to his right eye.
Eddie kneed him in the stomach and got the upper hand. Landing on top of the man laying blow after blow.
"EDDIE STOP RIGHT NOW!" Y/N screamed over and over.
When Eddie raised his fist to punch again she thought fast and grabbed it. Freezing his punch in mid-air.
"please let's just step outside." She said.
Eddie looked down to see the guy barely moving, still breathing but just passed out.
Eddie let her take him to the back of the bar, feeling the cold air. She wet a towel on her way out.
Eddie leaned against the brick wall as she stood between his legs, dabbing his nose softly.
"are you okay?" He asked
"I think I should be asking you that." She joked, swiping his eyebrow that got sliced open.
He smiled lightly, silently watching her clean him up.
"I have a first aid in my car, follow me." She said, grabbing her keys from inside and leading him to her car. She opened her glove department to get out the kit.
Eddie's eyes caught sight of a car seat in the backseat. Coloring books and crayons on the floor.
"Do you have a little sibling or something?" He asked, watching as she turned around facing him.
She looked to see Eddie staring into her backseat. Sighing at the dumb idea of taking Eddie to her car.
"I actually have a daughter." She whispered, digging through to find a band aid.
Eddie was shocked. She seemed way too young to have a daughter. Once she found the band aid she carefully placed it on his eyebrow. Soft fingers brushing on his forehead.
"Really? Not to sound rude or anything, but you seem way too young to have a daughter. How old is she?"
"Thank you. I am young so I get it. She just had her first birthday." She smiled. It was hard not to smile when she thought of her daughter.
She placed the box back in her car and shut the door.
"I bet she's really beautiful." He said. If she looks just like her mom that is.
Y/N felt her smile get bigger. "She really is."
They sat in silence for a beat too long for her liking. Already feeling the geers in Eddie's head turning.
"um well I need to head back." She said and quickly walked back into the bar, leaving Eddie in the parking lot.
She prepared herself for that to be the last time she saw him ever again.
~~
But it wasn't. Eddie was there the very next night, same flirty smile on his face.
"How is my gorgeous girl today?" He asked.
She was taken back from his compliment.
"I'm fine? Just a beer?" She asked, already grabbing his usual.
"Yes and that date I've been asking for." He winked as she handed him the beer.
"wait what?" She asked.
He was taken back by her look of confusion. They do this mostly every night and that wasn't her normal line.
"what do you mean what?" Both looking at each other confused.
"you still want to go on a date with me?" She asked. She truly didn't expect him to come back and let alone flirt with her. Then ask her out on top of that.
"What's going on? Are you like being replaced by someone else or something?" He joked, this was nothing like the Y/N he was used to teasing and flirting with.
"Uh no. It's just once I bring up that I have a daughter the guy usually disappears." She laughed it off but Eddie could see the hurt in her eyes. The insecurity radiating off of her.
Eddie reached to grasp her hand softly.
"Is that why you refused to let me take you out? Because other assholes weren't man enough?"
Now she felt stupid. Looking at every guy the same. Eddie didn't deserve that.
"I'm sorry Eddie. I shouldn't have grouped you into that group with those dicks." She sighed, allowing herself to hold his hand back, lacing her fingers with his.
"I know how you can make it up to me." He smirked.
A blush and smile raised on her face.
"Let me guess a date?" She giggled.
"I was gonna say another beer, but hey if you are offering." He winked. Enjoying the way she laughed.
"a beer and a date, coming right up."
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Dueling Cameras
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1.2k
Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber
" Go on and hand me your clothes,
Take a picture or two,
I can see you"
“Come on Willa,” Sam yelled from across the house.
“I’m grabbing my shoes and I’ll be ready!” I responded.
As I come to the front of the house I find Sam squatting down to put Penelope's leash on. Those two are always inseparable.
“Y’ready?” He says when he notices me watching them.
“Absolutely, let's go.” I say as I give him a quick kiss.
As we ride to the fair, I look out the window while Sam sings along to what’s playing over the speakers.
“Workin’ on our night moves.
Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news.”
I look over to him sitting in the driver's seat. “Still stuck in your head?”
“I’ve spent too many nights helping Jake close the bar,” Sam says with a laugh.
We drive the rest of the way that’s only broken when Penelope starts to whine. When we finally park, Sam is quick to get to Penny and let her out the back door. I get out and start to close the door when I notice Sam’s camera bag sitting on the back seat. Knowing he was too focused on Miss P and will probably be upset when he notices he's left it behind, I grab it.
Sam’s a little bit ahead of me when I finally do catch up to them. Before catching up completely, I pull out his camera and take a quick photo of them from behind. He’s always been attractive to me, but it wasn’t until a year or so ago until I finally admitted it to myself.
Click.
It isn’t long until the three of us step foot inside the state fair. I take the lead and start heading left, straight to the pumpkin patch.
“You really want to carry around pumpkins for the rest of the day?” Sam asks, giving me a questioning look.
“Well, if we wait until later all of the good ones will be gone.” I said matter of factly.
A hearty chuckle comes from Sam as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “Whatever you want, my little bird.”
We walk like this until we reach the patch full of yellows, oranges and whites. Penelope's quick to pull us towards a cluster of decent looking pumpkins.
“Good work, Penny-girl.” I say, leaning down to pat her between the ears.
Click.
Hearing that soft click, I’m a little surprised. I thought I had Sam’s camera. Turning to look at him, I see a shit eating grin spread across his face.
“New toy.” Is all he says while holding up a small film camera.
“I should’ve known.” I reply while playfully rolling my eyes.
“Yes, you should’ve.” Sam presses a kiss to my cheek. “Always gotta document my girls.”
My heart always does a little flip when he calls us that. His girls. I run ahead and whip out the other camera.
Click.
A bewildered look crosses Sam’s face while Penelope just watches, her tail whipping the air.
“Fancy a game of dueling cameras?” I say in my best posh accent.
I’m rewarded with a deep belly laugh from Sam that liquifies my insides. My favorite sound, I can’t help but think.
“Game on.”
I take off running father into the patch, Penelope's barks trailing behind me. Sam’s laughing out loud, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. One of my favorite things about this man is how free he lets me be. Never once has he tried to clip my wings, he’s only interested in helping me fly.
Throwing my arms up in the air I stop where I am and spin, laughter is tumbling out of me in waves.
Click. Click.
Sam lets go of the leash and she’s quick to join me, her happy barks filling the air.
Looking back at Sam, I realize he isn’t standing in the same place anymore. The pumpkin patch is steadily getting busier, and I can’t spot him as I glance around.
Suddenly, arms are on either side of me and my feet are whisked off the ground, I can’t stop myself as I scream upon take off.
“Got you,” Sam says in my ear.
“Unfair!” I say as he puts me down. I cross my arms across my chest and give him a fake pout. “You came outta nowhere.”
“Always gotta keep you on your toes.” A quick kiss is pressed on the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s get what we came for. Those roasted seeds are calling my name.” He’s quick to grab the leash as we finally settle on an area of pumpkins to choose from.
“How about this one?” Sam holds up a classic orange pumpkin that’s perfectly round.
Click.
“If that’s your choice. This one’s mine, I think.” I take my turn to hold up a yellow pumpkin that’s more oval-like. “I have a great idea for the face I wanna put on this bad boy!”
“I think I need to reevaluate my choice,” Sam says with a laugh. “How about this one instead?” Similar to my yellow oddball, he’s found one of similar shape but in orange.
“Oh, Samuel. That’s a fine specimen indeed.”
A bark cute through the air, we both look to find Penelope sniffing a smaller white pumpkin.
Click.
“It seems as though Penny-girl has chosen her pumpkin, too.” I say.
We make quick work of purchasing our small family of pumpkins. , excited to get them back home. I have Penelope's leash in hand as we walk back through the fair. Admiring the rides and all the bright lights that are seemingly getting brighter as the sun goes down.
“Willa,”
With a smile, I turn my head quickly at the sound of Sam’s soft voice cutting through the noise. He’s only a few paces behind me with his camera up to his face.
Click.
“What do I get for winning this round?”, Sam says in a cheeky little tone, a smile plastered across his face as he catches up to us.
“Mmm.. I have an idea”, deciding to play along, I hit him with a little wink. I motion for him to lean down, planting a kiss on his lips, holding him there for an extra beat. Maybe two beats.
“Well”, he starts, “let’s get you home then, shall we?” Grabbing my hand and taking off to the car, moving a bit quicker than before. Rose and I trailing behind him as we approach the car. Letting her into the backseat before I get in, Sam’s already starting the car.
As soon as I slide into my seat, he throws the car in drive. His right hand immediately intertwined with mine, resting on my leg. The sight makes my heart swell, until I look over at him in the last minutes of daylight. His hair is a little disheveled from the wind and the brisk walk, but the soft smile resting on his face as he focuses on the road was really the prize for me.
Click.
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i didn’t notice you answered my ask and now i feel bad 😭
gojo makes jokes about gojo and him going on dates, accept he ends up planning everything and helping you find a babysitter so it doesn’t seem like a joke anymore but he swears up and down that it is/was. and he always manages to run into dilf!reader at the gym, the first two times it is an accident but after that it’s intentional. gojo’ll go to the gym he go to and pray that he sees him, if he does he’s quick to come up and ask to spot him. the entire time he’s js remembering what his face looks like when he’s workout, how his ass looks in his gym shorts, and those grunting noises he makes. he swears he could cum js from the grunting. he always ends up hiding away in the bathroom and jerking off half way through cs his hard on is basically poking at dilf!reader
huh?
perv!gojo will always have a special place in my heart cause he’s not a pervperv but… he’s a perv. n he’s real good at actin like he’s not, like he’s jus playin n there’s no real weight to what he’s sayin. so of course you’re not gonna question how far he’s willin to go for a joke, he’s a goofy guy, you don’t put anythin past him. plus you’ve got a lot to worry about— n you’d rather not spend too much time thinkin about what that menace is up to. runnin into him at the gym consistently is— kinda funny, yeah, but you don’t think too much about it. s’only when he starts openly approaching you before you can get into the building do you really think about it. you always “happen” to enter at the same time, n the person you used to keep for spotting is quickly replaced with gojo before you even realize he’s gone.
then comes the pushin… whenever you work out with gojo it’s like he’s tryin t’get you to cry or somethin, cause he’s always pushin n pushin until you can barely get up, shaky n tired n panting like you’ve run a marathon. sweaty n groanin despite havin stopped like…. three minutes ago. he likes workouts that are more partner reliant than equipment.. so sit ups, push ups, anythin like that. anythin that gets his body pressed against yours. wont stop him from gettin all in your face or pressin his crotch against you from behind while you’re on a machine though. anyway, you make the prettiest noises when you’re exhausted, n there’s always a distant look in his eyes whenever you do it, like he’s thinkin real hard about somethin. (consequently, the sounds you’d make bouncin on his dick) he’ll congratulate you with a pat to the ass (this generation!!!! * old man eye roll *), but it’s always kinda rushed n he’s b-lining to the bathroom before you can scold him for gropin you.
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