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aesthetic-bbyg · 3 months

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HI I LOVE UR WORKS could I pls request like a mean dom ex bf Luke Castellan x fem reader who just canNOT get over him 🙏 it’s ok tho cuz we can get under him instead 😍 (smutty ofcccc)

DON’T STOP ~ L. CASTELLAN

lowk based of this p link

ex!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

🎀🤍 - It’s been awkward around camp since you and Luke broke up, even worse since you miss him so much..

Oral!fem receiving , Luke being a meanie , teasing , rough&dom!Luke , squirting , sum fluff at the end

EVEN THOUGH HE WAS YOUR EX, AND HE broke things of with you, you couldn’t help but stare at every chance you got. When he was practicing sword fighting with another camper, or when your gazes met at the picnic benches during breakfast.

And Luke hated this. It made his blood boil, those sweet looks you sent him. The innocent doe look as your round eyes widened each time he finally gave in and stared back. The few seconds he actually managed to make eye contact with you he saw that desire that he was all too familiar with swirl in your irises. Then again, it made him chuckle each time you turned away from his strong gaze, shyness overtaking you.

Yet, it made him cocky, knowing he still had that power over you despite breaking things off. It made him want to get closer and see just how much you blushed at his presence. He wanted to feel the way your body stiffened when he touched you, before eventually melting with each gentle caress. It was sick, how much pleasure it brought him to think about messing with you. But, he also couldn’t deny that he had his own desires that needed to be fulfilled. So it wasn’t all that twisted because part of that want for you was because of his own lust and not just his ego.

Even now, as Luke stares at you from across the field, his helmet adorning blue whilst yours red, he could sense that same desire seep from your body. He wanted to soothe that ache he knew pooled under those leggings you were wearing. He took the opportunity as he snuck through the trees like an animal, and saw you, guarding a red flag stuck into the dirt.

If you could even call it guarding. Your back was turned to him, picking at the flowers by your feet, you sat atop of a tree stump nearly dying of boredom. Your helmet and sword had been discarded and rest on the grass next to you. You gasped, feelings sharp tip dig into your back.

“You never learn.” A familiar voice that sent chills down your spine echoed into your ears. “How many times did I tell you, never get distracted.”

“Many times.” You replied, voice weak and small. You slowly turned your head, peeking at him over your shoulder. Your eyes holding that same doe eye look as you stared up at him innocently. He removed the faux sword from your back, squatting down to reach your height. “Luke.”

He took your chin between his fingers and thumb, staring intensely into your eyes. “You’re a stupid girl, y/n.” He leaned his so close that his lips nearly brushed over yours, “But so irresistible.”

You gulped down thickly, “Lu..”

“You’re not gonna be eating dinner tonight, you’re going to stay in your cabin.” Luke demanded, not even asking you, but stating it like it was a fact of the future.

“But—“ You stumbled over your words pathetically, breathing heavily against his pink lips that were so close and yet so far. “Luke.”

“It’s an order.” He stood up, tone cold and harsh as he ripped the flag from the ground and began walking away.

“Hey!” It was the loudest your feeble voice had been the whole interaction, your hands reaching for the sword by your side as he paused. “The whole point of the this game is to not let the opposing team win the flag.”

Luke let out a mocking laugh, turning around to look at your like you were dumb. “What, and you’re gonna fight me for it?”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance against the greatest swordsman of all of Camp Half-Blood, and yet you still allowed the words to slip your mouth. “Yes.”

He shook his head, tossing the flag aside. “Fine.” He readied his sword, pointing at you threateningly, “Have it your way.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, mimicking his actions and sucking in a deep breath. You truly couldn’t go against Luke even if you put all your might into it. You were a fool for even instigating a dual, and that same proclamation ended in you on your stomach, cheek digging into the grass with your sword knocked across the field. Luke held both your wrist behind your back, knees on either side of your hips as his hard on pressed against your backside.

“You’re a stupid girl.” He repeated his mean words from earlier, this time so close to your ear that his breath tickled the side of your face. His grip on your was getting painful, but it felt numb as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your temple. “You’ll learn one day.”

He stood up, releasing you from his grip as he walked away, picking the flag up and disappearing into the trees. You’re team was going to give you so much shit for this.

THIS IS STUPID, Luke Castellan was your ex. What type of control does he have that you had to listen to him? You’d been pacing around the empty cabin during dinner time for five minutes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat, sister?” One of your siblings asked before leaving, watching you with curiosity as you laid under the covers.

“Not tonight, I feel a little sick.” You lied, even mustering up a fake whine as you gripped your stomach. “Go ahead, I’ll be fine.” And within a few moments, she was gone, and you waited and waited, which left you to pacing. “Fuck this.” You stomped towards the door, deciding that you shouldn’t listen to him, because who was he? Ordering you to do what he wanted.

“Where are you going?” Luke asked smugly as his gaze met yours when you opened the door. “I told you to stay here.”

You stepped back slowly, “I was going to eat.” Your voice had become stronger, but that didn’t mean that your mind felt anymore confident when confronting the son of Hermes.

He shut the door, following each step you took backwards by stepping forward, his smirk very clear, even in the dark atmosphere. “But I told you not go, to wait for me here.”

“Well, I’m not gonna listen to everything you say, Luke.” You stopped, feeling your legs collided again the side of one of the bunk beds. It was yours, and you could tell by the curtains you had Luke nail onto the top for extra privacy. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore.”

He let out another chuckle, something about your words had entertained him so much that he’d revealed his pearly canines. But in a split second it dropped, he hurled at you, pushing you against the bed and pining your arms above your head. You’d be lying if you said that this didn’t soak your panties almost immediately.

“I tell you do things, baby, ‘cause you don’t know how to do them yourself.” Luke whispered into your neck, planting sweet kisses along it’s curve and your shoulder. Then he began sucking, leaving bruises behind and then soothing them by licking gently against the purple skin. “Did I really fuck you so dumb that you just can’t comprehend when someone tells what to do.”

You sigh at his touch, “Stop calling me stupid, Luke.”

He huffed out a laugh, trailing further down your chest kissing at the tops of your tits that spilled out the white tank top you had on. “It’s what you are, I mean, you can hardly form a sentence when I just so much as look at you.”

You whine, “I can speak for myself.” You said in a whisper, tugging at the grip he had on your wrist.

He lifted his head from it’s spot in the valley of your tits. “Then tell me,” He took one hand, still restraining you with the other, “what do you want.” You went silent, brain going foggy as he inched a warm hand under your tank top, under your bra. “I said, what do you want me to do, stupid girl.”

You whined, “Fuck, I want you to eat me out.” Your tone was meant to come out a lot more stronger then it actually did, it nearly sounded like you were pleading.

“Aww, look at my girl, finally learning a new thing.” He cooed, letting go of your wrist and lifting his head from your chest. He caressed your face, eyes lowering down to your lips and inching closer just like how he did in the forest earlier. “I really meant it when I said your irresistible, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, purposely avoiding your lips. “I‘ve missed your taste.”

“Then why have you been a dickhead and ignoring me since we broke up.” You muttered, bringing your now free hands to wonder up and down his toned arms. “You could’ve had me if you wanted me.”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I’ve been doing anything but ignoring.” He squeezed your hip, finally dipping his head to kiss you desperately. It was a messy and hot kiss, full of desire, clashing teeth, and tongue. Your hands had lifted to cup his face, eyes pressed shut as you took in this long awaited make out. Nothing could describe the lust that emitted from the kiss alone, how heavy the both of you inhaled through your nose, refusing to part your mouths and breath.

But it eventually had to come, Luke grew impatient and hungry as he was the first to pull away, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed roughly. He fell to his knees in a heartbeat, pulling off your shorts in one swift move and shoving your panties the side. He then folded your legs just enough so your whole cunt was exposed and openly glistening in the little bit of light that illuminated the cabin.

He nearly came just at the sight of it, leaning down to begin his feverish licking and sucking on your folds. You let out a surprised moan, not expecting him to dive into your pussy like a starved man. Your hand flew to his dark curls, the other gripping the pretty pink sheets you already knew were going to be ruined by the time he was finished.

After all, dinner time was a whole hour and thirty, giving him plenty of time to enjoy his meal without stop. Luke flicked his tongue in and out your hole teasingly before moving to suck on your clit loudly. The noises were disgusting, a sloppy combination of slurping and high pitched moans. He lightly shook his head against you, digging his features into you, his grip on your thighs tightening each time you attempted to push them down.

“Fuck, Luke, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You moaned, legs trembling at the way he worked his tongue against you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You nearly screamed, your grip on his curls painful but he didn’t even mind it. He didn’t even flinch as you began to leak milky cum from your cunt, he just continued to lick at your sensitive bud. You did everything in your power to try and get him away, pushing at his shoulders, gripping his arms, shoving away his face, letting out choked whines of surrender. “I can’t—“ Each feeble attempt in getting your point across was interrupted by your own moans and squeaks as he brushed over your overstimulated clit.

You’re pussy was probably a mess of spit, cum, and arousal mixing together, yet something about that was so addictive to Luke. It wasn’t like he didn’t hear your pleas, or that he was ignoring them, he truly couldn’t pull away. He was letting animalistic groans each times he swiped his tongue onto your pussy, letting the wetness fill his taste buds.

He couldn’t help it when he just pushed your legs closer to your chest whenever you squirmed and attempted to push the closed. He heard you whines and it only fed his own pleasure, his licks became quicker, more messy if that was even possible. He was out of breath and heaving, yet didn’t pull back for a second, he just kept stuffing his face back into your cunt. He noted the way you nearly screamed whenever he fucked his tongue into and rolled with it, repeating the motion as his nose stimulated your clit.

With that you were letting out the most pornographic moans he’d ever heard come from you. Your attempts to shove him away for noticeably more frantic and aggressive, you’re whines, despite being almost unintelligible, begged for him to stop. There was a overwhelmingly tight coil in your stomach that just felt different compared to your last orgasm, it went from your stomach and moved down in waves. Before you could let another push to his shoulder you threw your head back and gripped the sheets desperately. You heard a gentle squelch, very faint but it made your eyes widen in horror as you sat up at stared down at Luke.

He finally pulled away, wiping away at the wetness that dropped down his chin and onto his neck. He fell back on his knees, a drowsy smirk on his lips and heavy eyelids that stared back at you. You squirted, and all over his face at that. “Fuck.” Was all he could mutter, biting his lower lip as he stared at you. “That was..so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands as you groaned. “I made a mess.”

He leaned up, removing your hands and lightly pecking your lips. “A beautiful mess, baby.” He whispered, “I bet I can make it happen again.”

“No!” You squeezed your legs shut, shoving his shoulder as he laughed, gently caressing your thigh. “Dinner is almost over and you need to leave before anyone notices you were here in the first place.”

“I don’t care if they see me, they probably already heard you.” He stood up, making you notice the painful bulge that outline the cargo shorts he had on.

“Oh, fuck, Luke.” You whispered. He didn’t have to ask what you were referring to with your pitiful tone as you stared at his hardened dick without shame.

“Don’t worry about.” He reassured, digging into his pocket to pull out a picture. “I’ve got you to help me out later in the night.” With closer examination, you noticed that it was an old photo that he’d taken months before the breakup. You laid down on a bed, shirt lifted just enough to show your tits, legs spread open with a cock shoved in your cunt.

“You’re dirty.” You slapped his leg, but a sheepish smile betrayed any ounce of annoyance you were trying to display. You leaned down to grab your shorts, but before you put them back on you paused. You looked up at Luke, who wasn’t paying attention as he slipped the photo back into his side pocket, and then at your lap. You stood up and slipped out of your panties, balling them up and offering it to Luke like a present. “You can have ‘em, they’re ruined because of you anyway and it could be useful for helping you later.”

Luke let out a chuckle, not even blinking as he took them and shoved them into his pocket. “Thank you.” He took your waist, his hand trailing down to the plush cheeks of your ass and squeezing the flesh. He leaned into close of the night with a another hungry kiss, except he replaced the painful lust with love and devotion. He regretted ever letting you escape his arms, and knew that he wouldn’t do it again, no matter what. He kneeled down, picking up the shorts he’d discarded and lightly kiss your thigh, you stepped into them, watching with admiration as he dragged them back up.

“I love you.” You weren’t sure if maybe it was too soon to confidently say the words once more but part of you didn’t care.

Luke didn’t know either, but he definitely knew in his whole heart that he didn’t give a fuck. “I love you too.” You walked to the cabin door, feeling a pool of dread as he opened it and slowly let go of your hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You nodded, giving him a smile before he was gone, the door shutting completely with a quiet click.

“Hey, Luke, where were ya?” You heard a fellow camper call out just moments after Luke’s exit. “Didn’t get some dinner before bed?”

“Nah, man, don’t worry.” Luke shrugged it off, he voice getting more faint the farther he went, but you definitely heard him say: “I already ate.”

Natti speaks !!: I actually ended up liking this way more than I thought so a big thank u to the person who sent this request in🫶🏼🫶🏼 Luke Castellan is js to fine and he needs to be stopped.

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dykeomania · 5 months

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PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #lesbian #wlw #lgbt #bottoms 2023 #merry fuckin christmas #i am logging out see you in like 12-15-35 hours

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f4riedimples · 4 months

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i bet you can do a katniss x fem reader smut

haunted

pairings: Katniss Everdeen x fem!reader

warnings:public!sex,degrading,fingering,dom!katniss,sub!reader,strap on,slight!daddy kink

word count:1803

“I know that I’m onto you, I’m onto you.”

“Hey baby.” Katniss said a bit coldly as her voice rasped. It wasn’t her attention to be rude, that was just her sometimes.

“hey! So are peeta and haymitch still coming over tonight?” You asked hopeful. You hadn’t seen haymitch in so long and honestly thought you never would again.

you both also noticed peeta had started to improve months after the rebellion which gave you hope.

“Definitely. I’d make sure of it if they tried to get out.” Before you know it you felt a small kiss on your forehead causing you to smile sweetly.

as Katniss started to walk away you came up behind her and started to lean up and kiss her neck a bit. This caused her to tense a bit In surprise and satisfaction.

your kisses were innocent but as you kissed her jaw you realized that this was doing more for her then wholesome affection.

you gave her a kiss on her sweet spot and almost innocently did everything become a blur before you were pinned up against the wall.

you felt her roughly kiss you which you quickly reciprocated. It felt good knowing how (hard she can fuck you) much she cared and love you.

you lightly push her away just for a tease but just as she was about to go back in the doorbell rang.

you gave a small pout as Katniss glared. You weren’t too upset but katniss definitely was. It was understandable though.

you went to the door and opened it to reveal haymitch. You immediately hugged him and almost let tears of joy fall. Before you can even pull away Katniss is hugging him as well.

once you both pull away, haymitch gives a genuine smile. “Well hello, sweethearts. I guess you too are glad to see me.”

you smile at the once mocking name turned into a genuine one of endearment.

“of course we did.” Katniss says softly with a happy smile.

as the night goes on of course peeta also comes with a a cake in hand. He looks like he’s genuinely starting to be happy again.

just like his old self.

the night is spent with a nice dinner and dessert, reminiscing on the past and thinking of the future, how far you’ve all come and how hard you all fought.

it all paid off.

eventually you and Katniss are sat on the couch as peeta and haymitch take a comfortable seat on the floor in front of you both. They seem too in bliss with their current conversation.

as you listen you suddenly feel a hand creeping up your leg. You rub your legs together to make sure you’re not just imagining things before turning your head to Katniss.

She seems to be looking at the two in front of you but you can tell she might have a serious gaze or smirk on her face.

she’s playfully arrogant but Also serious. Especially when she feels cheated. This wouldn’t be a look or facade just to make you quiver.

she felt like you were only trying to tease her already. Only trying to tease her and get away with it.

before you can try to focus on whatever haymitch and peeta are talking about you feel Katniss slip in her hand just on the waistband of your panties.

You feel her teasing you before slipping two fingers in. She’s already curling her fingers wanting to hit that spot.

you try to look at Katniss begging for pity but she isn’t even paying attention to you. You can’t believe it. You also can’t believe the way you’re struggling to hold back the softest moans already.

you’re too scared to close your eyes. Too scared that if you do it for a split second you’ll hear laughter or gasp. Or silence. Maybe a yell or words of question. Something.

suddenly you feel Katniss swiftly remove her hand sharply leaving you with an empty feeling. Now you feel a mix of emotions. On one hand you don’t wanna get caught but on the other now you’re craving Katniss.

you’re surprised You didn’t let out a gasp though. You almost drown thinking that Katniss is gonna stop and had just teased you.

you thought that.

your mind started to come back to the conversation before you feel something rubbing against your clothed clit. Damn her!, is all you can think.

You knew what she was planning to do. But you didn’t stop her. You wanted it. It was fucking wrong and selfish, respect lacking and greedy.

but you didn’t care. You needed this. No matter how shameful it was.

you start to feel Katniss move your panties to the side as she teases your entrance with strap on. You feel Katniss suddenly rubbing it back and forth against your clit firmly causing your eyes to widen, for you to purse you lips to not moan.

it felt so good. The pleasure was gone but before you could complain it was back but even better. Somewhere better.

you feel Katniss slowly and gently sliding the strap-on into you as she holds the side of your waist for leverage and assistance.

she wants to to immediately bottom out but she knows it’s not the best idea. As she listens to the conversation she slowly starts moving in and out. You can’t deny how good it feels.

you don’t know why but the fact that you guys are doing this in secret is turning you on even more. She grips your waist more firmly as she thrust in a little stronger.

she picks up the pace a tiny bit so it’s not teasing but so it’s also soft. As you let her do this you guys hear some noise outside of the house and realize that’s it’s probably some lost animals just rummaging around.

but thankfully this extra noise causes more noise and even for haymitch and peeta to laugh and talk more.

usually you would think they would turn around to try and include you and Katniss in conversation, only to be shocked or suspicious at how quiet you’re both being with the look on your face.

but thankfully they don’t.

and with this extra noise Katniss uses this as an advantage to pick up the pace a tiny bit more. It’s a little fast now but it’s not causing too much noise that could be picked up.

you immediately clasp your hand over your mouth softly trying to hold it all in. You look to the corner of your eye as Katniss leans right in your ear and speaks.

“Are you a slut? Or maybe a whore? Either way you’re acting like one getting fucked in front of your best friends.” You almost threw your head back because even though her words worried you they also turned you on.

“Answer the damn question.” Katniss hissed in your ear as she continued to fuck you. You tried to shake your head no as you looked at her with the most pathetic eyes.

but obviously it didn’t seem that way. She didn’t believe a word you said. “You are a slut. You’re my slut. You’re just letting me do this to you with no shame.”

she speed her movements in the slightest making sure not to bounce into couch. She didn’t want you to even try to let out the words you were going to.

Katniss took a peak under the covers just enough to see how wet the strap on was. She slowed down a bit to tease. “Poor little thing letting daddy use her.” A part of you just wanted to Katniss to shut up or at least you tried to convict yourself that.

her words were so dirty but sounded so good coming from her. “You like the feeling of my cock in you?” At this point you were wondering how good of a whisper Katniss was.

You know there’s noise coming from what feels like everywhere but how aren’t they hearing this? Suddenly you see Katniss moving her legs so they’re still on the couch. Before you know it she slowly slides all the way in and from anyone who doesn’t move the cover it just looks like you two are spooning.

You feel Katniss firmly grab your hand and take it away before starting small thrust. Small thrust that eventually get a tiny bit longer and harder.

“maybe if i remove the cover and spread your legs for me then our friends will know just how much of a whore you are. It would be a normal thing for you right?” Katniss mocks.

this is stupid. Immature. But so fucking good. “You like it when I fill you up this way. That’s why you aren’t complaining.” This is really starting to take you over the edge now.

you try not to let out a small whimper. You try so hard. Your breath picks up in the slightest as Katniss doesn’t let up. She reaches her hand under the cover and spreads your legs.

not only is she going deeper but now she’s able to rub your clit. You try to whisper back but you know it’s gonna be breathy and too loud.

all you can mouth is “fuck.”

you see Katniss gulp softly as she starts to cum. She grips the top of the couch with one hand and grips your hip with the other as she starts to go as fast as she can without making noises.

after she cums you’re right behind her. Katniss gives your neck some kisses and a small lick.

this was the real punishment. Fucking your like this in front over everyone.

Your legs almost tremble as you cum. You let out a small whimper that’s thankfully covered by the sound of haymitch and peeta letting out loud laughter. You can’t help it anymore.

you turn to Katniss and give her a lustful kiss not caring if you get caught in the aftermath. At first you wanted to walk away after this act in front of your friends but it made you feel too many things.

you wipe your brow to make sure you’re not sweating and you’re thankful to realize your skin just heated up a bit.

you look at Katniss and wait. She slowly pulls out almost causing you to moan. Just as you were fixing your bottoms it seemed as though the night was over.

you almost wanted to believe they know. It feels impossible but they seem so unaware. Katniss looks calm as ever so you immediately try to make sure you look the same.

Katniss tucked her toy away, you got up and went out of the living room with slight jelly legs.

Katniss said her goodbyes and good nights to your friends as if nothing happened.

#katniss x reader #katniss everdeen smut #katniss everdeen x reader #thg x reader #the hunger games x reader #peeta mellark x reader #hunger games

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yandere-wishes · 8 months

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Yandere!Anakin Skywalker is shameless lmao. Bro's the Stare Master. He constantly stares at you and while he's constrained by the Jedi Code, it doesn't mean he won't make advances towards you. To make things worse, he's infantilizing. He treats you as if you're made of spun glass and insists on fighting all of your fights.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who he's got eyes on, but unfortunately it opens up weaknesses for his enemies to exploit. His constant conflict with what he's been taught and his obsession with you builds up and eventually explodes.

omg imagine Boba Fett being a yandere for you??? Better yet, when Fennec comes into the picture, she becomes a platonic yan for you too. They work together watching over you, they share and take turns with you.

Some food for thought. If the format is weird forgive me it's 1:44 AM rn

No No!! I'm in love with this!! We'll do Anakin in this post and Boba in the next one ~💜

This works so well if you're his Padawan. Only a few years younger than him and a little too naive to fully comprehend the emotions hidden behind your master's star-crossed stare. Still, there's an odd comfort in feeling his eyes wherever you go. Ease in the knowledge that he's never too far away should you need him.

You even welcome the lingering touches and reassuring forehead kisses. The inexperience in you longs for something, someone to hold on to. A safety of sorts that only Anakin can provide.

He's the chosen one.

The golden boy.

You should welcome this. Whatever this is exactly.

But as you grow. As your skills improve. You begin to note that nothing changes. Instead, it only gets worse. When the two of you are out on the battlefield he's constantly pushing you behind him. And that's only if he can't restrain you to the ship all together. You can't even remember the last time you took out an R0-GR. Or the last time you even ignited your lightsaber.

Anakin's all over you when you return to base. Hands roaming your body, searching desperately for the slightest laceration. He mutters teasingly in your ear as he pulls your hips closer. "My precious little girl" or "My darling little padawan". It's infuriating and frankly a little embarrassing. He treats you like a doll. Like his doll. A precious little thing too pure for the war torn universe.

You've started to notice how the clones and other Jedi avoid you.

Eyes glued to the floor when you walk by.

Even the senators skurry away when you enter a room.

Not gonna lie, the isolation is getting to you.

Anakin detonates when the Jedi counsel removes you as his padawan. Deciding it best to switch your master. You welcome the change, the chance to breathe. It feels like you'll be free at last...

But then Anakin disappears and the clones turn on the Jedi. The younglings are slaughtered and you find yourself face-to-face with Darth Vader.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what drove Anakin to the dark side. It doesn't take a genius to know what weakness Palpatine -or rather Sidious- exploited to turn Anakin into a Sith. It's all your fault really. You got him too attached. If only you'd kept your distance, if only you hadn't been so weak. Anakin drags you back to Mustafa. Claiming that when the time is right you'll become his apprentice again. Only this time in the form of an Acolyte.

You can't escape him.

Not now, not ever.

Your fate was sealed the day he became your master.

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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I’m just gonna toss this idea out here because it’s been sitting in my head for too long.

The idea of a marriage pact with Eddie, where if you’re both single by the time you’re 25(because to an 11 year old 25 is old as shit) you two will get married and live happily ever after. Like Eddie went as far as getting you a little plastic ring and said “I’m sure when I’m older I can get you a better one but here, take this for now.” and you did, you happily took the cheap plastic ring and put it on your finger and eventually it found its way around your neck on a chain that also housed one of Eddie’s guitar picks. But that was when you two used to do everything together, before you found yourself packing up your truck a few days after graduation with a hopeful smile as your best friend hugged you goodbye and mumbled something about not forgetting him into the crook of your neck.

You never forgot him, making weekly phone calls and letters keeping each other updated on your lives. He knew about every important event and every heartbreak while you got the inside scoop on all his D&D campaigns and how his band was doing. He knew by the tone of your voice if you were in a good or bad mood while you knew if he sighed as soon as he got on the phone that he call was going to be short due to him being exhausted from the day. The two of you never lost touch, instead you grew closer and feelings started to develop, at least for you.

You still have the silver chain around your neck, the plastic ring a little worse for wear along with Eddie’s guitar pick hidden under your shirt, as you pull into your old driveway. You’re back in Hawkins just in time for your 25th birthday next week. You smile as you close the door to your car and look around, it’s like nothings changed as you spot a familiar head of brown curls leaving the trailer across the street.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You’d know that groan anywhere, having been on the receiving end of that very same sentence a few times over the course of your friendship. You quickly made your way across the street as Eddie popped the hood to his beloved van.

“Told you this thing would be a bigger headache than it’s worth.” You watched Eddie’s whole body freeze as you approached him, his back facing you. You felt like time was moving in slow motion as the screwdriver fell from Eddie’s hand as he turned so he was facing you. His eyes roamed your body as if he wasn’t sure if it was really you or not but when his eyes locked with yours all you could focus on was the smile that took over his face and how much you’d missed it.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked as he took a small step towards you, the smile never leaving his face.

“Do you often dream about your van?” You teased as you took a step closer to him, he laughed and you realized how much you missed hearing that sound in person, hearing it over the phone all these years didn’t do it justice. “Actually don’t answer that.” Eddie just shook his head as he closed the distance between the two of you, allowing there to be a small gap between your two bodies.

“I’ve missed you.” Was all he said before his arms wrapped around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. You instantly relaxed in his hold as your arms snaked around his middle giving him a little squeeze as if to check that he really was here in your arms. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what the hell are you doing back here?” He asked as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes with a raised eyebrow, because once people left Hawkins it wasn’t often they voluntarily came back.

“Well it’s my birthday next week and I was missing home so figured it was the perfect excuse to come for a visit.” You answered as you grabbed at your necklace with one of your hands. Eddie’s eyes followed your hand as you mindlessly messed with the plastic ring and guitar pick hanging off the chain.

“Uh you know I could get you a better one if you want.” You looked at him confused as he removed his arms from around your shoulders. But you felt your heart begin to beat faster as one of his fingers came and messed with the plastic ring.

“Why would I want a better one? This is the pick you played master of puppets with for the very first time.” You knew he didn’t mean the guitar pick but you just wanted to see the smirk on his face as you spoke.

“Okay so the pick is fine but,” You felt him drop your necklace as his thumb pressed to the bottom of your chin so you’d look up at him. If you weren’t used to the Munson charm the look in his eyes would’ve been enough to make you weak in the knees, but lucky for you this wasn’t your first time experiencing this type of look from Eddie. “I’m more worried about the ring.” You reached up and pushed a few wild strands of his hair out of his face making him lean into your touch.

“Well I would like one that at least fits my finger.” You shrug as Eddie smiles as your hand rests on the side of his face.

“I have what?” He looked at his watch and then back to you with a smile. “Four more days to make that happen.” He leans down as your hand moves from the side of his face to rest on his shoulder.

“Think you’re up for it?” He knows what you’re really asking and he just lets out a chuckle as his lips press a kiss to your cheek.

“I was ready to marry you when I was eleven sweetheart.” He answers before kissing the tip of your nose making you giggle. “I’m more than up for it.” And with that his lips are on yours in a kiss that’s been years in the making as your arms slide around his neck and his hands drop to your waist.

#don’t ask where this came from i have no fucking clue lol #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #my little dungeon master baby

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faef43 · 1 year

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PLS LOOK THE REBLOGGED POST I MADE OF THIS POST TO CONTINUE MY TIPS

HERE ARE SOME TIPS PLUS STORES TO AVOID

ALWAYS ADDING MORE SO CHECK BACK

I’ve been lifting for awhile and have collected some good tips and tricks on how to not get caught or be put in a system

-CAMERAS/MAIN TIPS-

I mainly lift small things like makeup, jewelry, small skincare, rings, pins, if it’s a good day maybe small lotions, but lifting clothes tips are coming soon!! (fixing spelling/grammar errors <3)

First of all, wear a mask and if you can style your hair in a way you usually don’t or use a beanie, bucket hat, baseball cap, never a sun hat way too suspicious. Ex. for hair: braids, space buns, slicked back, etc. I wouldn’t suggest lifting if you have brightly colored hair unless you want to go as far as to wear a realistic enough looking natural wig. Never wear sunglasses with a mask or a hat on, very suspicious, they will catch on. While finding blind spots never just turn around to face the wall and start stuffing your pockets and bag(s), instead stand at a 3/4 angle and be slick, I suggest lifting things while walking through a crowed isle, section, or doing it while walking, this one usually works if you have something small you can make it look like you’re adjusting your sleeves. ALWAYS GRAB 2 OF THE ITEM U WANT 2 LIFT, make the second one less apparent you have it, but if you take two and always keep one apparently in your hand, the cameras will be fooled. You have to have some sort of fingernails to scratch off price tags/barcodes/stickers, trust me when lifting you don’t want those on there. Take them off, rip them up and stuff it in your pocket or stuff somewhere non apparent, never throw them on the ground, super obvious. Don’t wear all baggy clothing, it’s really suspicious, always do the half half trick, half of your outfit baggy, half tight. Ex. Really tight shirt, hella baggy pants, really baggy hoodie, tight ass jeans or leggings. That way they won’t suspect you. If doing the baggy hoodie, always wear a secure sports bra underneath if u wear bras, great for slipping stuff into when pretending to adjust your bra, make sure your double of the product you want to lift is visible. By all means do not steal from target, they have high trained LP, workers that dress up as normal shoppers that they send to areas where they seek suspicion to spy on you, they keep you in a data base and share info/pics of you with other targets, cameras are nearly always monitored, store security is present, they let you walk out with things but eventually will confront you. The decision to call the police has already been made, target is a scary place, if you are gonna lift do only a 3-6 dollar thing, only once. Their employees count clothes for dressing rooms often times, pretty scary place stay safe. Some cameras are smoke detectors/speakers,boxes on the ceiling ect. Usually they’ll have some sort of light that’s always on, they look a little chunky or too far away from the ceiling. Claire’s has a ton of these so be carful, but their earrings don’t have any censors on them so they’re a great store for beginners. Interact with this post and I’ll add more too this blog♡ . -CLOTHING TIPS- If a clothing store does not have fitting rooms, don’t even try, they’ll immediately catch on+security cameras are your number one snitch. You’re gonna want to pay attention to if store employees suspect you. Ex. Fixing up areas that you’re at or around u, constant asking if you’re finding everything ok, maybe they’ll offer a store basket or bag, asking if you need anything in specific, any constant attention really. If they are leave the store, come back like a week later and try again. Your gonna wanna bring a hook with you to remove ink tags/clothing alarms while in fitting room, keep it down and try to pick a fitting room away from others to avoid suspicion. Some stores have employees stand in empty stalls next to you and listen so be aware and careful. If there are price tags try stuffing them behind the mirror or on in the landings on the floor, they’re sometimes rubber, don’t leave shit on the floor, if they already suspect u, they’ll check the fitting room when you come out. As for the alarms/ink tags, put them in ur pocket and discreetly shove them in another piece of clothing, remember to ALWAYS CHECK POCKETS ON CLOTHING.im abt to max out, look at repost of this from me 4more

ALWAYS CHECK POCKETS/COMPARTMENTS ON CLOTHING. Other lifters could have stuffed clothing alarms or price tags in there, be safe and check before trying to lift. No as where to conceal these clothing items, if you have the baggy hoody, (I suggest wearing a baggy shirt underneath too, always wear that sports bra if u wear bras{binders can also work it’s just hella uncomfy I’ve tried it})put 1-3 tops on under ur baggy T then put ur hoodie back on. Make sure they don’t count items b4 going into changing rooms. If they do, try taking a hoodie on some sort of hanger, taking it off the hanger, putting 1-2 shirts on the hanger, then put the hoodie/zip up back on. Great for lifting, if they confront you say you didn’t know and you were just tossing things in the cart, get out of there fast afterwards. It’s suspicious if you come in with a ton of clothes then don’t buy anything, sometimes you gotta buy some to win some. (Ex. I’m wearing 3 shirts under my og shirt which would add up to about 35 bucks, I buy a cheap tank top for 15, they don’t suspect me and I get freebies)

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rainylana · 1 year

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father’s day<3

requested by @vol2eddie

You laid on Eddie’s chest, legs between his with the glow of the tv on your face while you both laid on the couch. It was date night, however your boyfriend’s mood was sour. He was hiding it well, but you knew him better than most, and you knew something was bothering him. His smiles didn’t seem as genuine. The corners of his eyes didn’t crinkle with laughter. He was putting on a show and you didn’t know why.

He petted the back of your head, smoothing your hair while the other hand rested behind his head against the arm of the couch. Tonight’s movie was The Thing. So far you hated it. You were nervous to ask him what was wrong, not wanting to irritate him. It wasn’t too difficult to push his buttons, but you also were concerned.

Nestling your face in his chest, you forced a fake yawn for effect before asking your question. “Hey, Ed?”

He hummed, brushing your hair through his fingers.

You sat up on your elbow, careful not to crush him as you reached to grab the remote on the coffee table, pausing the movie.

“What’s the matter?” Eddie lifted his arm, his eyes growing heavy.

“Are you okay?” You sat on his thighs, pushing back your hair. “You’ve not seemed like yourself tonight.”

He looked confused. “Yeah? I’m good, why?” He asked almost sounding offended.

“Well, you,” You struggled to find words. “I don’t know, you’re just quiet. You sure you’re alright? Is there something bothering you?”

“No.” He dismissed quickly, sitting up and removing you off his legs. “I’m fine.” He got up quickly and went to kitchen. You watched him get a beer out of the fridge while you bit your nails. He closed the fridge door with force, throwing the tab of the beer into the sink.

You sighed heavily. “You don’t have to be rude.”

He gave you a quick glance, pausing his movements as he gulped. “Sorry.” He took a swig of his beer. “Just..I don’t know.” He rubbed his face with his hand, breathing heavily as he placed his beer down on the counter.

“Hey,” You frowned, making your way toward him. “Eddie, what’s wrong?” You grabbed his forearms, trying to see his face. “Tell me.”

He was visibly shaking within a matter of seconds, the curtain of his curls falling down to his chest. He uncovered his face and your heart sank when you saw his eyes shining.

“Baby,” You cupped his cheek. “What’s the matter? Please, Eddie tell me what’s wrong?”

His breathing was heavy and he hiccuped as a tear feel. “Tomorrows Father’s Day.”

Your face dropped. Of course. Oh, how could you have forgotten?

“Oh, sweetheart,” You frowned, standing tall to wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.”

You could feel how tense his body was to keep from breaking down with you, yet you could feel his tears staining your shirt. “Fuck,” He whimpered. “I shouldn’t..”

“You cry all you want, Eddie.” You rubbed his back. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You held him through his tears, his body eventually relaxing fully slack against you.

“A father isn’t just blood, Eddie,” You kissed his cheek, pulling away slightly to see his tear stricken face. “A father is a man who loves and takes care of you. Now, who does that sound like to you, huh?”

He licked his lips, sniffling as he looked at you through wet lashes. “Wayne.”

You smiled widely. “Yeah. Wayne. I’m gonna help you find a gift for him, okay? We’ll do it together.”

His eyes welled up again and he nodded, a shuttering breath being exhaled as he pulled you back in. “Love you.”

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons

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darling-i-read-it · 9 months

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Shower Before Bed

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: phil not eating, smut, unprotected smut(intentions of children in this case), shower sex, blowjob, teasing

Author’s Note: i really said ‘next graves fic is gonna be so fluffy it hurts’ and then i wrote the nastiest thing i’ve ever written. (I did post the second part to this which is just the barbeque fluff so I was almost right)

Summary:

Genre: smut, fluff in part 2!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You lifted your head off the couch arm. You could hear the sound of the door opening, slowly, like there was an attempt not to make noise. Your eyes fluttered open and you opened them widely to ward off the quickly coming sleep. The TV was still on but it had since changed from what you put it on. You wondered how long you had been in between sleep. The clock on the wall said 11. Despite Phil being an early riser, he never managed to get home early.

You heard the sound of shoes being shuffled off. A loud sigh. Clothes being taken off, a jacket being hung up.

You sat up and looked behind the couch. You placed your hands up on the back of it, putting your chin down on top of them. You watched the entrance to the living room, waiting for someone to emerge.

Phil walked in slowly, dragging his feet across the hardwood floor of his home. He widened his sleepy eyes at the sight of you and a ghost of a smile haunted his face.

“What are you doin awake darlin?” he asked but his voice wasn’t louder than a whisper. He almost sounded like one of the people on the TV. Far away, through a screen.

“Waiting for you,” you said honestly. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his work clothes. He didn’t even realize he was still wearing his bulletproof vest till he tried to bend down and kiss you but it stabbed him in the stomach. Nonetheless, he kissed you chastley, dry lips leaving careful imprints on your skin.

“You didn’t have to wait up.”

“I know,” you said. Your voice was a little louder now. He came around the couch and sat down on the couch beside you. You put your hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t change.”

“Too tired.”

“Long day?”

“Hm.” He turned to face you. You dragged your hand up to his neck and his chin. His skin was warm. You shuffled closer to him and started to grab the straps of his vest.

“Can I take this off?” you asked. He nodded and you started to undo the straps, one by one, carefully. You moved his arm to remove the weight from his shoulders and then lifted it up over his head when you were done. He let you do it, wordlessly. “Have you eaten?”

“Sure.”

“Phil.” He pursed his lips.

“I got busy.” He always forgot to eat breakfast, constantly leaving his protein shakes on the counter by accident. You always cursed him for missing dinner and got annoyed when he went to the gym without anything in his stomach.

“I’m gonna warm up your dinner. It’s in the microwave.”

“You didn’t have to make dinner.”

“I figured you wouldn’t eat.” You started to stand, blanket falling off your lap. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back down to him.

“Stay here a moment,” he muttered. “Just..stay with me.” You didn’t ask him how his day was. You tended not to. He would vent about it eventually but he had to stir in it first. Sleep on whatever horror he had gone through.

“You need to eat. Give me one second.” He let you go after some more pushing. You turned on the microwave and grabbed a drink for him out of the fridge. The lights of the kitchen were dim. You brought him back the plate after a couple minutes. He had navigated to the bedroom, slowly trying to find something to sleep in. “Dinner’s served.”

“Thanks babe,” he said quietly, taking it from you. He always pretended he wasn’t hungry until he had a plate of food in front of him and then it was all over.

“You still doing the barbeque tomorrow? Almost all the guys RSVPed.” You gave him a look. “Thanks for giving them my number instead of yours by the way.”

“Easier. You’re more organized,” he said through chewing. You grabbed some sweatpants out of the dresser for him. “And yeah, I grabbed the steaks this morning on my way home from the gym.”

“Did you buy enough for yourself?”

“Yes,” he scoffed. You smiled and threw some clothes down beside him.

“I grabbed the paper plates you asked for. And beer. I grabbed lots of beer.” He nodded once. He looked silly with his mouth stuffed with food, his cheeks like chipmunks. “Careful, you might choke.” He rolled his eyes but had to wait a moment to speak because he was still chewing.

“This is good.”

“Thank you.” You climbed onto the bed, happy to feel the comforter under your fingers. He turned around to talk to you. It was like living with your built-in best friend, someone who always wanted to talk to you even when he was too tired to form sentences. He was so reserved and professional for so long that by the time he got home he was ready to let it all out.

“You don’t mind that I’m using the house do you? Wes said we could use his next time if it’s a big deal.” You shook your head.

“I don’t mind at all,” you assured him. “We have a house too big for the two of us anyway.”

“Daddy’s money,” he said, chewing. He was referring to himself. You kicked him, even with the light embarrassment raising to your face.

“It’s nice to have the company is all I’m saying. Plus, I haven’t met some of the new guys.”

Phil told you all about the Shadows. They were his friends, his family, his crew. You had hardly met most of them but you knew their life stories, their wives, their kids. When you first started to date Phil they used to joke you were like their new mom. Though you were all mostly around the same age, you took the title with pride and a little bit of humor.

“You’ll like em. All very civil.”

“They don’t take after you then.” He laughed gently.

“I’m so civil doll,” he promised. “Speaking of the big house.” He pointed a fork at you, eating another bite that was far too large for him to take. You let him chew it, pretending to hang off the edge of your seat. “We could fill it up.”

“You want a dog?” He narrowed his eyes on you. You tilted your head, playing dumb. You wanted to hear him say it.

“Not a dog.”

“Then what? A cat? A bird? Lil hamster?” He couldn’t banter as quickly as usual because he was still eating. It gave you plenty of room to make up for him.

“Baby. Kid. Child.” You nodded, as though you were just understanding what he meant.

“A human.”

“Yeah,” he suggested, voice a little quieter. Phil wanted nothing else than to have kids with you. It was his biggest dream. Having kids, being a dad, living the happy life with you. Even when things were shitty at work, he held onto that.

“What, right now?”

“I’d never say no.” Your lips turned up to a smirk.

“Well I’m too tired for the whole thing. You kept me up very late Commander Graves.” He pretended not to be disappointed. “A compromise?”

“I’m listening.” You could see his ears twitch, a thing that happened when he was particularly interested in the conversation. Either that or he was nervous. You smiled either way and crawled off the headboard towards him. He watched you do it, eyes trained on your mouth. He swallowed the lump of food hard, more like a gulp really.

“You take a shower,” you started. He dipped his chin as you sat beside him, knees tucked under yourself. “I blow you. And then tomorrow morning, we can do that whole baby making thing.”

He got off the bed, putting down his plate on the dresser. He grabbed his clothes from beside where he was sitting.

“I’m takin a shower.” You watched him as he tossed his clothes on your bathroom counter, taking off his work shirt with such haste it got stuck on his dog tags. He didn’t bother closing the door.

You knew that, despite your words, you would get far too carried away and whatever you had planned for the morning would happen within the next half hour. He’d be a perfect gentleman and claim he could wait, even with desperate, pleading eyes. You shoved yourself off the bed and joined him in the bathroom.

He had his shirt off, working on his belt. He had scars littering his body. You knew the story to each one, though you sometimes asked him to retell them. You walked behind him to turn on the shower. You turned the knob onto hot, feeling his eyes following you as you did so. Because of that you dragged your hand up on the knob slowly, finger tips nimbly touching the tip. You put your hand under the water, ignoring him even as his eyes bore holes into your movements.

Finally, you turned to him.

“Warm enough?” you questioned, innocently. He had tossed his belt onto the counter with a clatter but his pants remained on.

“Yeah, that’s plenty hot,” he said.

“You didn’t touch the water.”

“I know.”

You remained desperately far away from each other (which in truth, was about two feet). You tilted your head.

“Are you going to go into the shower with your pants on? Tsk tsk.” You cleared the space between you, putting your fingers in the hem of his pants. You didn’t meet his eyes, intentionally looking down as you unzipped his pants. He watched your fingers move, carefully, deliberately.

Eventually, you returned your fingers to the hem. You bunched his pants with his boxers and pulled them down easily, acting as though you were doing him nothing but a favor. You backed up just a tad and knelt down to a squat. You dragged them down to his ankles. You paid no attention to his semi, tapping his foot so he could lift it up. Once you had them off him, you grabbed the pants in a bunch and tossed them into the hamper.

You stood up. You swore you could hear a disappointed moan leave his lips.

“Well. Enjoy your shower,” you teased, turning to leave.

This time he audibly groaned in disappointment. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to turn around. His eyes were wide, lips almost quivering with desire.

“Baby,” he muttered. The power you had at the tips of your fingers. He didn’t like giving up his control and you knew that but he would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He toed the line now, breath heaving. “You’re killin me ‘ere,” he whispered. You let him pull you a little closer. He dragged your hand slowly down his body until your palm touched his dick, now raised and hard.

You touched the top with your fingers and he slightly buckled at his knees.

“Get in the shower,” you whispered.

He didn’t want to leave your touch. It was practically torture. But the look in your eyes told him it was worth it. He set his jaw and did as he was told.

You were wearing just your pajamas, some sweats and an old shirt of Phil’s. You took off the sweats as he stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain wide open. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, palming himself, watching as you undressed. You took off the shirt, his shirt, and tossed it aside.

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you approached the shower. Phil had a thing about taking your clothes off of you. He liked to unhook the bra, let it fall down your shoulders into his hands. You could take the water. Plus, these were old anyway.

He moved to give you room, putting himself directly under the water stream. His hair was matted down onto his forehead, water dripping down his face. He was too focused to care.

You stepped over the shower side and let the warm water hit you as it ricocheted off him. His shoulders were broad and strong. It was something you always forgot until you saw him shirtless. He was so..so big.

You leaned forward, kissing him. He grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his dick against your stomach, shoved between the two of you. He groaned into the kiss, water covering both of your faces. You bit his bottom lip, pulling it out and then letting him go.

Finally, you dropped to your knees. There was little grace in it, just a hard fall, but the pain in your knees was quickly forgotten. Phil would make comments about the bruises tomorrow. He looked down at you, eyes filled with lust. You grabbed his dick with your hand, slowly pumping it up and down.

The touch clearly felt amazing because just that made his head fly back. You smiled, staring up at him as he enjoyed himself.

“Baby please suck it,” he muttered. “Suck it,” he said quickly. You gave up on teasing him for the moment and finally wrapped your lips around him. You moved slowly, pumping your head all the way down his length. You took as much of him as you could until you gagged and came up for air. You licked his tip, holding the base of it with your hand. He groaned loudly, hands finding their way to your hair.

“You like that Commander?” you asked.

“Yeah baby. Yeah I like that.” You put your lips back around him, moving faster now. He broke down into moans, gasps as you went further down, seething breaths as you gripped his balls. “Just like that baby, fuck. Fuck you’re doin so good.”

His fingers were digging into your hair, gripping at whatever he could grab. He pulled at it, trying to guide you. You let him take the control, moving your head as he pleased. He just looked so damn pretty up there, it was hard not to give in.

He pulled your head off of him completely. To your surprise, you practically whined.

“I don’t wanna cum on your pretty face tonight,” he muttered. He knelt down, helping you up to your feet. You almost slid back down but he had you in an iron grip. He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips, unable to get enough. He pressed you against the wall, expertly unhooking your bra. He took it off easily, sliding it down your arms, tossing it out into the bathroom.

He stopped kissing you just to take off your panties, which he did quickly and with minimal struggle. You were soaking wet. It had been a long day without him. Water beat against the side of you both. He shook the water out of his hair, kissing you again.

You and Phil typically used a condom. You used to be on the pill but came off it after you had been inconsistently taking it. He made no move to find a condom now. You didn’t say anything, gripping his shoulders.

He pushed your legs so that they were spread a bit. You were both looking down as he slipped in the tip, causing your head to fly back against the wall. If you weren’t so enamored, it might’ve hurt. He took no time shoving the rest of him inside of you, to which you both gasped. The gasps turned to low moans. You put your hands under his arms, gripping his back.

“Oh fuck Phil,” you groaned. “You’re so deep.”

“You okay?”

“Move please.” He smirked, doing just as he was told. He started to thrust in and out of you. If Philip Graves could do anything, he could fuck. Your fingers dug into his skin, sliding down his back, surly leaving scratch marks. He grunted as he moved, each thrust considerate. You wanted to say something hot but all that came out of your lips was his name, over and over. He repeated yours back, a whisper, a grunt, and a prayer.

“I’m not gonna last,” he muttered. You couldn’t blame him. You had done a considerable job to make sure he wouldn’t last.

“Cum in me,” you whispered.

It was all he needed. It was like he saw red, his thrusts no longer slow but now coming without a rhythm. Sloppy and hard he pushed you against the wall. You dug your nails into his back, feeling your own orgasm coming with his speed. You put your hands on his waist, annoyingly skinny. Your mouth was permanently open as you gasped, head jerking.

You came with a long moan but he didn’t let up. Your head rested against the shower wall as he kept moving, clearly coming to his own end. You rode your high as he did so, bringing your head down to watch his face. He was concentrated, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips against your skin.

Finally his legs shook, bottoming out inside of you, cumming. You pressed your chest against his and he held you tightly, thrusting a couple more times. His head rested on your shoulder. You were both breathing heavily. He remained inside of you as he kissed your skin, leaving marks on your collar bones that you would have to cover up tomorrow.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

You kissed the side of his head as he slid out of you. You were both wet now but you had no interest in actually showering. You had gotten what you came for. You dipped your head to kiss his lips and they lingered until you stepped out of the shower completely. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself.

“You let me cum in you,” he commented. You turned back to him, drying yourself off.

“I remember.”

“Was that intentional?”

“Maybe.” You smirked back at him as you grabbed your pajamas off the floor and started to put them on. “I’ll be in bed Commander Graves. Join me when you’re done.”

He watched you go, shaking his head. You grabbed his plate and brought it to the dishwasher while you waited for him. You rung out your hair into the kitchen sink before you went back upstairs. You climbed under the covers, adjusting to a comfortable position.

About ten minutes later, he opened the bathroom door to join you in the bed. The lights were off so he navigated in the dark under the covers. You shimmied closer to him when he put his head down. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest.

“Can we still do that in the morning?” he asked quietly. You laughed, a whole chest laugh that caught in your throat.

“If we don’t I’ll be disappointed.”

“Fuck, I love you.” You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat was evening out, getting comfortable.

“I love you too Phil.”

“G’night doll.”

#call of duty imagines #spicy tag #phillip graves x reader #Phillip graves x fem!reader #Phillip graves imagines

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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here is an idea: DMC 3 Dante x Fem hunter reader where they are dating/demon hunting partners, she falls pregnant and dose not know until when she is on a mission and she goes into labor meaning her BF (Dante) needs to deliver there baby and comfert her (example: calling her a good girl and praising her) away from the demons

OK first of all let me just say something real quick--there is physically, scientifically, and biologically no way you can get pregnant and be completely oblivious about it until labor. What about missing your period? What about hormonal and weight changes? What about pains, aches, and cramps? What about the extremely noticeable tummy growth? This whole thing is gonna be ridiculously illogical, but I'll still do it. Enjoy. 💜

Sudden labor (DMC3! Dante X Fem!Pregnant!Reader)

You and Dante had been dating for a few years now, being loyal partners both in regards to your relationship and to your job. You hunted demons together by day and passionately made love to one another by night.

One day you two sent out together on a mission to exterminate a massive clan of demons that had taken a liking to a particular forest not too far from a moderately populated city. You and Dante were doing just fine at first, relentlessly chopping down and shooting holes through creatures without end. Everything was going perfectly well, until suddenly, you felt a sudden and sharp pain shoot through your stomach. It wasn't a stomachache, it wasn't period cramps, it wasn't like anything you'd ever experienced before. It was so painful, it brought you to your knees. You dropped your weapons, collapsing onto the ground, crying out in pain. Dante heard you, and fearing that you'd gotten attacked, rushed to your side in an instant.

"Babe, what's going on? You alright?" He asked, worriedly.

"I--I don't know! It hurts...everything hurts!" You suddenly became aware of something runny trickling down your legs, and you looked down, only to find a mixture of blood and other fluids leaking out of your privates. "What the hell?!" You shrieked, fearfully. "What's happening to me?!"

"It looks like you're in labor!" Dante screamed. "How did--?! What--?! How the hell is this possible?! How come we didn't realize you were pregnant before?!"

"I don't know!" You replied, panting heavily. "What do we do?!" Dante answered you by scooping you up and carrying you to a location far, far away from the (slowly dying) demons and carefully set you on the ground. After removing your bottoms and taking a quick glance at your contracting vagina, he realized there was no time to get you to a hospital. You'd have to give birth here.

"OK," Dante began, taking deep breaths. "Uhh...push. Yeah, push. That's how you deliver a baby, right? Push!" You nodded, and though the pain was intense, you grit your teeth and pushed through as hard as you could.

"Good job," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder with trembling hands. "You're doing great. Keep going. Stay strong. You're ok. Good girl--you're doing alright. Keep pushing." You could tell by his frantic, stammering speech that Dante was just as terrified and anxious as you were, given the sudden nature of all this, but he did his best to stay calm and collected so you could have someone to lean on.

Confused, frightened, and in so much pain, you continued pushing hard, and eventually heard a hollow pop, followed by a small cry.

"Oh my God!" Dante shouted, diving down to scoop up the baby that had just slid out of your uterus. "You did it, babe! You--you gave birth! You gave birth!" You let out an exhausted chuckle, flopping back against the ground with a sigh. Your newborn baby cried and failed about in Dante's arms, making him smile. Even though it was under really strange circumstances, you two now had a baby! Hooray!

"Is...is it a boy or a girl?" You asked, gratefully sucking in deep breaths of air.

"Y'know what?" Dante replied, sounding unsure. "I have no freaking clue. Let's go to the hospital and ask the doctors."

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 9 months

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Hi. I saw your requests were open and wanted to see if i could ask for one so here goes nothing.

I have an idea thats been bouncing around in my brain for the past three days. I was wondering if you could write a story with the whole cast of welcome home. Basically reader is the neighbourhood doctor and is the one everyone goes to when they rip or tear. The reader has special sheets of felt and fabric that match the felt colour of every neighbour.

One day, Wally needs a patch after an accident, and the reader realises that they don't have any yellow felt left, and starts to panic thinking wally is going to be upset. Wally comforts them and they decide to make a nice colourful patch using some scraps they had.

Next thing they know, all the nieghbours want to replace their old patches for pretty coloured ones. What colours do you think they would want?

Thank you for at least reading this dumb idea.

Headcanons - What Colour Patches They Would Want

Hi! Cute idea! I'll just be making quick headcanons for this since I'm not quite in the mood to write a whole thing. Thanks for your patience in me getting this done!

Also, I don't remember if I already did but I'll be removing word counts from headcanon posts because they're just gonna be short. It's too much of a hassle.

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: Injury, stitches/stitching/puppet repairing(?), food

Wally takes whatever scraps there are. He doesn't really care what it looks like, so long as it's colourful. Maybe he'd just go with the same sort of fabric as his pants to keep it in style with his wardrobe.

Julie wants flowers, of course! Daisies, tulips, sunflowers, roses...The possibilities are endless! Maybe with a green background so it looks like grass. That, or she'd like something with rainbows.

Sally wants something simple, yet elegant. A simple repeating pattern would be lovely. Maybe it's cut in the shape of a star? Or, if you're up for it, a star shape using one fabric with other fabrics for the trail! Red would be her colour of choice.

Frank would like something bug themed. Surely you have something of that, right? Maybe some beetles or butterflies--or both! He probably gt the injury from bug hunting, too!

Eddie would like a classic pattern like hearts or clouds. A bit symbolic of him, really; he's a lover, not a fighter, and he's always got his head up in the clouds. He'd also like his fabric cut in a heart shape, too. Or one of those people-shaped chains!

Howdy wants anything except a plain colour. Stripes to match his uniform? How fitting for his store aesthetic! Some of his products? He's a walking advertisement! Just don't make it boring.

Barnaby Complete opposite to Howdy. He just wants a nice plain colour--unless you have polka-dots. Then maybe (definitely) he'd settle for that. But otherwise, he doesn't care for fancy patterns. Just give him a nice shade of blue.

Poppy is far too indecisive to choose a pattern for herself. It becomes up to the rest of the neighbourhood to pick one for her! Eventually, she probably settles on a pattern of some eggs or some baked goods.

#rainbow square writing #memeranddreamer4432-blog #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home x y/n #welcome home headcanons #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #barnaby beagle #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #injury tw #stitches tw #food tw

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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expectant (ccg universe)

words: 1,844 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “how reader tells austin she is pregnant” warnings: none notes: other anon i got your request for disneyworld, etc. will be writing it, just might take a min. i’m leaving for a long weekend vacation, but will begin writing something for it when i get back :3 thanks everyone! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

Here’s the thing about plans—you enjoy having them but also realize that a lot of perfect surprises come along when you’re not restricting yourself to a step-by-step checklist. You’re not gonna lie to yourself that you’ve had a ten-year plan or even a five year one, that’s too far in advance, too many things can happen. You’ve known people with these stipulations, have watched them break themselves into small pieces to achieve goals that don’t even make sense anymore.

You’ve decided a long time ago that that wasn’t going to be you. There has to be flexibility or you’ll drive yourself crazy.

So when it comes to starting a family with Austin, it’s not something you both have mapped out exactly. You’ve talked about it plenty of times, that promise of eventually lingering like a pleasant breeze, just passing through.

Maybe that’s why it comes as such a shock when the third test comes back with the exact same notification: pregnant.

You stare at it a long moment, tapping your fingers against the sink. Well…you suppose that makes sense. The past week or so, you’ve been off and on with feeling funky. You just figured you were run-down from work, another script you’ve been working on, characterization just not clicking for you despite positive feedback from Austin and a few other writer friends you’ve met on sets. There’s always something you’ve been able to blame for feeling sickly—not enough sleep, too many drinks at the bar, staying up too late with a cup more caffeine than you usually do.

Apparently none of those things have been the culprit.

“Pregnant,” You whisper and that single word seizes you, closing around your ribcage, pushing the bones together—it suddenly feels very real.

Somehow a hundred plans come to mind along with nothing specific at all. There are so many things out there that catch your eye about telling your significant other that you’re pregnant. Some ideas range from adorable, to ridiculous, to overwhelming. There’s nothing wrong than just…showing him the pregnancy stick? But at the same time, you want more.

Next time you see him, when he comes home from work, you can just tell him…there’s no need to do anything fancy. Save that for the gender reveal, right? Even though you’re not about to overdo that either. Maybe cupcakes with different color icing on the inside.

Universe must be working against you though because an hour before Austin is due home, you can feel a migraine coming on. You can’t take your medication while pregnant and you feel like you barely make it into the bedroom before it completely takes your knees out. You squeeze your eyes shut, telling Siri to send a text to Austin just to keep him in the loop.

And that’s how he finds you, in bed, covers pulled up and over your head.

Austin comes into the bedroom quietly, moving to the blinds to pull them down. He then sits near your hip, his hand stroking along your side in patterned, even strokes. You move slowly, not wanting to make the pain any worse, like sharp shards behind your eyes. You let out a long breath, removing the sheets from over your head. Austin gives you a gentle smile, pushing your hair aside, his thumb rubbing a tense muscle at the back of your neck.

“You expired?” He teases with a whisper.

A soft chuckle rumbles in your chest and you shrug your one shoulder—kinda, maybe. Not completely. Your temples are pounding and the light, even dulled by the blinds being down, hurts your eyes. It’ll pass though. You’re not sure whether the nausea is from being pregnant or from your brain feeling like it’s being tapped with a hot poker. Your stomach does a full swoop, glancing up at Austin and…

Right, you were going to tell him. The words get stuck right in your throat, thick as molasses.

“Can I get you anythin’?” He asks, moving to circle his fingers at one of your temples, massaging. God—feels incredible. “Meds? Water?”

Your stomach does another flip and your fingers tighten their hold on the sheets you have pulled up to your chin, “Maybe some water, meds didn’t work.” And that’s happened before, if you don’t take them in time. You clear your throat, reaching for his wrist though when he goes to move, “Don’t go yet.”

You run your finger along the inside of his wrist, debating on words that crawl up into your mouth. You had nothing special planned, it didn’t matter how you told Austin the news. But…part of you keeps repeating not like this—not when you feel like you do, miserable and kinda sick and a pounding against your eardrums.

Austin hums lightly and moves to crawl in bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You sigh out, comfortable, allowing your eyes to close as you catch whiffs of his cologne as he draws you close.

You’re so close to telling him, almost—right here. “Austin.”

He shifts, his one leg slipping between yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your head so you know he heard you. He’s patient; quiet.

“Nothing,” You eventually say, shaking your head. “Nevermind.” Your head tips back slightly to look at him, “I’m glad you’re home.”

He smiles at you, brushing his nose against yours before squeezing around your hip.

A few days pass, not…exactly on purpose. But one thing happens after another, getting lost in the normalcy of time passing. You keep promising yourself that you’re gonna find a perfect moment, even though you know nothing like that is going to come. Tonight, tomorrow, next Tuesday, it doesn’t matter—you just have to tell him. You’re not sure why you’re so apprehensive about this…or well, maybe nervous is the better word.

Saying it outloud makes it real and while you assume you know how Austin is going to take the news, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still just a ‘guess’.

You turn into Jillian’s kitchen with a half empty fizzy juice in your hand, your best friend throwing a small get together that feels long overdue. It’s completely lowkey, comfortable, the gathering of close friends to drink (or not), eat a lot of food and play intense, silly games of cards. You’ve been mostly catching up with people, Austin offering you a drink once or twice, but you lie and tell him you’ve got a headache. He brushes his lips over your forehead and doesn’t press…which is good because you’re still formulating those words, teaching your mouth the syllables for I’m pregnant.

Jillian’s trying to talk Austin into a game of flip-cup and you have to bite down on your tongue because you love that game, you’re actually pretty decent at it?

“You can be on a team with Y/N,” Jillian grins, “I mean, that’s practically guaranteeing a win here.”

Austin laughs, mostly air leaving his nose. He looks over at you and gently shakes his head, refilling his own cup with beer.

“I’ll let you play with wine,” Jillian then starts in on you— “I know beer isn’t a good sell.”

Crinkling your nose, “I’ll play with water,” You offer, “Not interested in wine tonight.”

“Oh come on, you never turn down wine. It's like one of your five food groups," Jillian laughs, "What are you—pregnant?"

It comes out so simply that you don’t even think about schooling your expression, but it’s already too late. Austin glances over at you in amusement, a smirk on his lips, until…he gets a good look at your face. Gentle excitement, a tiny bit of uncertainty, fear—joy.

You realize right then you’re taking too long to say anything, your silence is becoming an answer.

You were so unsure of what your husband's reaction would be, it's been a distant plan but…so many of your passions and work are concrete. How does this fit? Can it fit? All those thoughts evaporate when Austin's mouth opens and closes and he takes a step towards you, reaching for one of your hands. His eyes glaze down your form like he's…looking for a difference that he can't see.

"Are you—" It's somehow more of a statement than a question and you let a soft laugh, eyes beginning to brim with tears.

"Yeah," You sniffle, just going for it, nodding, "Yes."

Jillian gasps into a loud exclamation and you—you pictured telling Austin in a completely different way. In a handful of different ways, but you realize that this is just as good as having a plan. His face is…something you'll never forget. Profound awe, love, nothing is better than that.

"What a great reason to turn down wine." Jillian amends with a grin and pours herself more as if to clink glasses with other people in support. She wanders over and squeezes you tightly before going into the other room and you don’t have to hear her to know that she’s telling everyone else.

You let her go, you’re completely focused on the person in front of you.

Austin cups your face, leaning in to kiss you a few times before he draws you into a tight hug. You close your eyes, pressing your face against his shoulder, breathing him in, allowing him to ground you with his arms firmly around your form.

There are slow eruptions in pockets of cheering from the other rooms and Austin pulls away just enough to gently grab onto your hand and tug you somewhere more private. A small balcony Jillian has, the glass door sliding shut able to drown out most of the sound. You wipe one of your cheeks and smile at your husband, Austin cupping both sides of your face again and kissing you.

Slow and intimate, your foreheads resting together afterwards.

“I haven’t known long,” You promise, knowing he’s happy but not wanting him to think you were trying to keep this secret from him. “There were so many different ways I wanted to tell you.”

Austin shakes his head, “I can’t think of any better way of finding out,” He smiles, glancing inside, “Though at the rate Jillian’s goin’, we might not have a chance to tell anyone else.” He says as another bout of cheering rings out.

You laugh lightly, curling your hair around your ear, “I’ll talk to her,” Making sure she won’t spill anything to your families. You love that she’s excited, however.

You’re smiling, fondly, looking over Austin’s face as an eruption of nervous butterflies kiss the inside of your stomach. You hold his gaze for a moment and he squeezes your hands, waiting.

You’re so incredibly happy but…at the same time, “I’m scared.” You admit in a soft whisper, swallowing over a lump of unsaid words in your throat.

Austin smiles a little, running his thumb along your cheekbone before he draws you close, “Me too. But whatever happens? We’ll figure it out together.”

Together, you repeat, pressing a kiss to his lips. A promise.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #mccall writes things #ccg

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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"did i give you permission to do that?" + "have it your way, then. just be prepared for the consequences." + "aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied." + "i'd hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."

Kinks: Dubcon, Teasing (received and given), Whipping, chains(literal)

Petnames: slut, kitten, darling, my love

Hello, my dear! Thank you so much for another request, I really hope you like it! I really couldn't stop myself writing it, lol.

— [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

It seemed that your role-playing had gone too far when Patrick blindfolded you and took you to an unknown place where you were eventually stripped and chained to the floor by the metal collar-like necklace.

When he finally removed the blindfold, your eyes watered from the dim light around you, but then they were wide open at the sight of him, playing with the whip in his so-fucking-skilful hands.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Bateman inquired mysteriously, looking down at you standing on all fours. "Nervous?"

Gasping, you swallowed hard and tried to move into a more comfortable position, only to be whipped; the sound of the blow echoing painfully in your ears before a piteous wail escaped your half-open lips.

"Did I give you permission to do that, slut?" he growled, tracing the tip of the whip along your cheek. "You really need to learn how to behave."

Bateman crouched beside you, pulling on the chain and grabbing your neck, enjoying every miserable sound you made.

"Pat," you hiccupped as he teasingly pinched your hard nipple, accompanying it with another whip stroke. "Please, s-stop!"

"Why should I, darling?" he hissed as his fingers continued to work on your swollen peak. "You didn't listen when I told you to stop seeing Paul Allen."

"But I didn't! We just met in the restaurant and… a-aaww!" you cried as the whip struck the sensitive skin of your thigh, causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes. "It was just an accident ..."

"Aha," he grinned, tugging on your hair. "Get down on your knees and open your mouth for me. Open it wide so I can see your fucking throat."

Trembling, you had no choice but to obey. The current situation became even worse when you felt yourself dripping so badly that you were about to scream from the way your body reacted to all the things Patrick did to you, even when they crossed the line. This man was a wholesome red flag, but still he set you on fire just by looking into your eyes.

"Uh, such a bratty little kitten," his mocking, low voice sent shivers down your spine. "I told you once, that I would let you have your way with Paul, but you should be prepared for the consequences if you made a mistake. Do you remember?"

Meantime, Bateman unzipped his pants with his free hand, the whip roaming across your rapidly rising chest.

"'Yes," you gasped, so close to passing out from the tension in your lower belly. "I'm really sorry."

Patrick hummed to himself, towering over your shivering little form. "I hate to do this, but you gave me no choice."

With a dark smile on his perfect face, he slapped one of your breasts - you instantly ached from the burning sensation on your skin, but he didn't even give you a chance to struggle as he shoved his beefy dick into your mouth.

"If you use your teeth, I'll kill you," his statement was so cold-blooded, while the way he thrust down your throat was so damned savage. "Mmm … you take me so fucking well ... "

Whimpering, you concentrated on saving your ability to breathe, helping yourself with both hands as his cock was really huge, you were drooling hard, you could feel the mixture of your liquids running down your chin and falling on the scorching skin of your breasts. From time to time, Bateman would force you to look up at him, because he always liked to see you choking on his dick, with your eyebrows knitted together, and he also liked your high-pitched, pathetic squeals when you struggled to take his length as far as you could.

"My slutty girl … arrghh, so slutty," he croaked, pushing his hips harder against your face and growling as you massaged his tensed sac. "Yes-s, mmhhm … I love your mouth, but I still have to fuck you."

You gasped loudly as he pulled out of your mouth with a squelch, and then Patrick moved away for a short period of time that you used to pull yourself together.

God, you didn't even know what was going to happen next. Just a few minutes later, you were shaking immensely as this bastard plunged a powerful vibrator into your slick pussy and put tight clamps on your sore nipples. To silence your wretched screams, he was about to use a gag, but first he bent down to your face to grab your chin as he craved to make eye contact with you.

"Any last words, slut?"

"Fuck y-you." You retorted in a challenging manner.

Chuckling, Bateman just admired the cunning smile on your face, stroked your cheek for a moment, and then gagged you a little harder than he had planned, but he enjoyed your pitiful whimpers anyway.

Whistling playfully, Patrick positioned himself behind your writhing body as the vibrator buzzed painfully inside your pussy, causing your inner walls to spasm so intensely. After he brought you down to all fours, he quickly spit on your tight asshole, rubbing a few circular motions into it before he began to ram in, causing you to wriggle underneath him in seething pain. It was crazy wet mess, your eyes rolling back in your head as he began to pound into you, his huge dick seemed to be hitting your brain.

"Aw, it hurts, darling? Too bad, argh… you're going to take it until I'm satisfied."

You only manage to mumble some nonsense in reply, finding yourself full as never before and trying to break free, but all Patrick had to do was pull on the chain to keep you close and soon he had you spread out on the floor, pinning you down and holding you there with his massive muscles; his hips rolling against yours, trying to find the most sick angle as he wanted to fuck you into oblivion.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight … gonna fill all your holes," your pathetic attempts to pronounce something only threw gasoline on fire, spurring him to slam into you even harder. "You're going to learn to obey me, my love ... I promise ya."

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale

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decalcominia · 7 months

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this is going to sound biased because not gonna lie I am indeed biased but the pain of sio finding out tsetseg is namsoon felt so personal I just need to vent a little.

In my opinion, if they (sio/namsoon) were the main couple in this show, it would've been so much more complex and intriguing because of how different they are from each other and how in the progression of the storyline they would've changed each other.

on one hand, we have sio, who pretty much just sees the worst in people, is individualistic, doesn't trust anyone and is just a textbook villain since he doesn't necessarily feel bad about his actions either and will do anything to achieve what he wants.

on the other hand, we have namsoon who just screams sunshine in person; she wants to help people and believes that there is good in basically everyone. She doesn't shy away from trusting people and is a very bright and friendly girl who doesn't differentiate between them.

both also have their strong beliefs and principles that they stick to which is, to be honest just a result of their past and, well, in sio's case a result of his trauma. He had to fight to survive and basically earn his right to live, experiencing everything a child shouldn't and being raised in the worst conditions and environment possible, while namsoon, apart from her birth parents much like sio, still got to experience a, let's say, "normal" childhood with loving parents and basically witnessed life always from the bright side, very far removed of the darkness of it all.

now imagine if they had put these two together and how complex their storyline would've been. One conflict would be her first impression of him, which is that he is inherently bad, because as I mentioned, he is the textbook villain, and after hearing of what he did, alongside her mother and everyone else, she too would be convinced he is bad and they're the good ones, which if you look at the bigger picture without considering why he does all of it, is the truth

That being said, another conflict would be their personalities. One would think that because they are on opposing sides of a spectrum, they wouldn't get along at all but looking at the content we got of them being together, despite his personality and principles, namsoon managed to become a safety zone for sio. If they had been the main couple, their time together would slowly conflict namsoon from within because what she personally sees of him, does not match the definition of a villain, therefore confusing her as she proceeds to see his point of view but still being unsure because she also has duties to go after (which is to expose him and his deeds):

and finally, it would take a long time for her to actually see and understand him, but she would eventually understand why he has done the things (and eventually find out his motive as well which is possibly just to find binbin. Idk if that's his actual motive but after today's ep I feel like it is.) and realize that there is some darkness to life but also that nothing is just black and white, good or bad.

and just like how sio influenced her beliefs, she too would help him to change his mind about people, that there are some he can trust and find comfort in (much like how she has so far).

This has gotten so much longer than I expected but all I'm trying to say is that to me personally, their relationship has much more depth and difficulty that would've been amazing to see them work through. All I'm gonna do now is submit into delusion and hope they pull a love alarm in the last three eps or just write some fanfiction.

#wasted potential if I may add #idk they should've just hired me #a villain and a good girl love story???#would've been life changing.#strong girl nam soon #strong girl gang nam soon

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pictureinme · 8 months

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Can I get a kitten x reader where the reader is taller and plus sized and quite insecure about it?

Thanks so much I love your work and I’m so glad someone is writing for Kitten ❤️

thank you so much for your rq love, i hope this is exactly what u needed ;) thank u for ur kind words <3 i had to start the kitten renaissance at some point !!! >:)

smile again

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader word count: ~1.1k tags: established relationship, self-image issues, suggestive dialogue, girlies out on the town yet again, kitten's underutilized sewing skills

(ao3)

The two of you walk down the quiet town streets, the early morning traffic not yet coming to pass. You always preferred shopping when the stores just open– you can get in and out with minimal issues. Kitten never minded this, she enjoyed waking early to see the sunrise and the birds sing. Her humming eases your mind, the typical anxiety of shopping for new clothes is something fierce.

“Did you want to stop in Lottie’s first? I saw you eyeing their new collection…,” Kitten squeezes your hand, smiling all the while.

“Maybe, I’m a bit nervous whether or not their clothes have gals like me in mind, you know?”

She pouts, understanding the sentiment, “You doubt my skills, love. I can alter anything to fit your perfect body, you know that!”

You exhale gently, smiling. She was a sweetheart to no end, even with the insecurity eating away at you, the warmth of her words enveloped you. Kitten walks with you to the clothing shop, a gem in your otherwise stagnant Irish town. The cashier greets you both with a kind and wrinkly smile, “Hello, girls! Anything you need, let me know, hm?”

Kitten nods sweetly at her as you both begin to traverse the aisles. You gaze upon the delicate fabrics, allowing yourself the pleasure of imagining yourself in such things. Making the mistake of actually picking an item to hold up against yourself in a mirror, you cringe at what you see. The shift dress seemed like it would be bodycon on you, and it didn’t even come close to your knees– let alone cover your behind.

The sigh you let out does not go unnoticed by your dear companion, and she quickly comes up behind to attempt to remedy the situation, “You okay, (Y/N)? If you’ve ‘accidentally’ nicked something, I won’t tell a soul.”

You giggle somewhat at her questioning, but eventually drop your shoulders, “I don’t know why I came out to the shops today, nothing’s gonna fit me. I think I might head back to our flat if that’s alright with you.”

“That isn’t alright with me in the slightest, love,” Kitten huffs, spinning you around to face her. “We haven’t even looked at the patterns! If they haven’t anything meant for your gorgeous figure, then I’m making it my responsibility to dress you in the finest of linens.”

Before you can protest, she drags you away towards the section filled with all the clothing patterns a seamstress could ever want. Kitten’s neverending enthusiasm for the world of fashion causes a grin to creep upon your face in the midst of self-consciousness. She scans the wall for the type of pattern she has in mind, and almost immediately spots it: a vintage McCall’s pattern for a shift dress, just like you were eyeing.

“Perfect! I can adjust the sizing just fine, and it’s only 10p!”

You look at the beautiful women depicted on the pattern’s label in all of their 60s styling, and hum, “You reckon I could look like that, Kitten dear?”

She turns to you, her posture straightening up, “Even better, my love.”

The image of Kitten sitting at her sticker-covered sewing machine with piles of various fabrics next to her was something out of a dream to you. Betwixt her lips were many a sewing pin, the dots of color complimenting her focused expression. You’re sat on the chaise lounge, peeking at her over your latest romance novel indulgence. She doesn’t notice your staring, she’s far too involved in the making of your dream dress.

“Kitten, may I ask you something?”

She perks up, and quickly removes the pins from her mouth before responding, “What is it, (Y/N) dear? Did you want to choose the fabric?”

You shake your head slightly, “I trust your judgment. Was just wondering if this was asking a lot of you, is all.”

Kitten sighs, smiling all the while, and puts the pins down on the table before approaching you, “Love, I’m the one who suggested this. I want you to feel good about yourself, and if I can help that with my sewing machine, I will.”

She leans down to kiss your forehead, and you lean into the gentle touch, “I know, I know. I just can’t help but worry.”

“I understand, doll. Trust me, I wouldn’t trade your body for any of those wans on the tabloids, you know that.”

You smile warmly, giggling, “I know, I know, but sometimes a gal wants to hear it from her own gorgeous wan…”

The two of you smile into each other’s embrace, and you quickly pull her down by the sleeve to kiss her on the lips. Kitten’s surprise is muffled by the plush feeling, and she quickly succumbs to your enthusiasm.

Before you can sneak your tongue inside, she pulls away, tutting, “Tryna distract me from my work, aren’t you? Naughty girl.”

You shrug coyly, “Can’t my pretty one take a break?”

Kitten doesn’t hesitate diving back in for more.

“Now, spin around for me, lovely!”

“Haven’t I spun enough, Kitten?”

Despite your protest, you spin at her command, the shift dress falling perfectly on your figure. Her prowess when it comes to making clothing was on full display with the way she elegantly adjusted the pattern to your specifications. It wasn’t too short or long and had enough give that you didn’t feel as though the cotton blend was trying to choke you to death.

The fabric Kitten had chosen in the end was an orange and white gingham pattern, and she added pockets per your request– a lady doesn’t always have a purse on her, as you explained. The mock neck hugged you just right, you truly felt like the 60s bombshell on the label.

You had done yourself up, Kitten practically forcing you to go out dancing with her once the dress was finished. The two of you really leaned into the 60s aesthetic, with gaudy jewelry, big hair, and, of course, kitten heels.

As she dabs the lip pencil on you, she grins, “D’ya like the dress, (Y/N) love?”

“I love it more than anything, darling,” you gaze at her delicate smile, “You treat me so well… thank you.”

“No need to thank me whatsoever,” Kitten smooths down your dress, taking in her handiwork, “I just want you to feel as good as you look, love.”

She pecks you on the cheek before applying her own lipstick, and you blush at the action, “Gonna make me jump your bones before we even head out the door, are you?”

Shrugging, Kitten giggles, “I wouldn’t mind being late…”

(if ur interested, this is the pattern kitten bought)

#kitten braden x reader #patricia braden x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Make-outs || Tom Holland

Pairing: Teenage! Tom x reader

Warning: Make-outs

Summary: You and Tom thought you was home alone, until you was caught making out in his room by his parents

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” My boyfriend, Tom, told me once again.

I was at his house, his parents nor siblings were not home. They didn’t know about me and Tom. To them we are just ‘Friends’, we just liked to keep it that way. We’re only sixteen and if we told them both our parents might go mad at us. They probably won’t ever let us have sleep overs anymore or even do day to day things together.

“Stoppp” I blush, hands coming up to cover my face. Tom always has had that affect on me, I mean we have been friends since we were six, but even before we were dating he used to make me blush.

“Don’t cover your cute face” He told me, removing my hands from my face. We were laying on his already made bed in his room, the door closed, facing each other. “You hungry?” He asked knowing you both hadn’t had any diner yet.

“Yeah a little, you?” You reply running your hand through his curls.

“Wanna order some food? It’s 8:42p.m and I don’t think my parents will be back” He smiled opening the delivery app on his phone. “Yes! wait tell me why again you didn’t go see your aunt too?” You question. His parents and all his brothers had gone to see his aunt who lived a bit far away, but he hadn’t gone.

“Told them I was going out for a little while. I’m not gonna miss a chance where me and my girl get the house to our selfs” He winks not bothering to ask what I would want as he knew what to order anyways.

“Aww you shouldn’t have, Tommy” You smile at your cute boyfriend.

“Love, I wanted to have the day to ourselves, the whole day it was just me and you. I love you” He pecked your lips.

“I love you too, and it was an amazing day”

We ate our food about an hour ago, we’re now laying on his bed cuddling under a throw over blanket he had. It wasn’t too cold tonight so we decided not to get under the covers yet. My leg was wrapped around Toms body, his hand resting on my leg. He was stroking my bare skin softly, getting higher each time.

Today I decided to wear a small, cute tight black skirt. It was just a cute basic outfit, well that’s what I thought. But for Tom he felt turned on by my little skirt. I wasn’t wearing any tights or anything under and as my legs being wrapped in his made it ride up a little, showing a little bit of my ass.

Eventually I realised his hand being under my skirt, I look up at him to see him innocently looking at the tv. I smirk as Tom caresses my ass, his hand giving it a little squeeze. That’s when I had enough, I sit up looking at him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He tried so hard not to smirk. I didn’t answer, instead I peeled the small blanket off myself and him moving it on the bed somewhere. I move so both my legs are each sides of his hips, straddling him. We were now in the middle of his bed, me on top of his lap.

He smirked bringing his hands to rest on my hips, I could feel his bulge in his joggers. “Kiss me then” Is all I have to say for him to smash our lips together. It was slow at first, lips moved in sync as tongues teased. The kiss got heated pretty quickly and without realising I started to grind slowly into his clothed erection.

“ahh. Don’t tease me baby” He pulled away with a little moan as he started to attack my neck hungrily.

“Tommy” I moan as he sucked on my skin leaving purple marks. He then pulled me back into his lips, his hands lifting my skirt up a little as he squeezed it again. His fingers touching my black laced thong. Tom waisted no time to slide his tongue into my mouth making the kiss more hard and rough then slow.

He then flipped us over him now hovering above me. My legs were now loosely wrapped around his waist as my arms went to the back of his neck. He slowly started to grind down into me, my skirt being lifted all the way up so you could fully see my thong. He groaned at the friction of our clothed areas.

I kissed him again taking off his shirt and grinding up which made me moan. “Fuck, baby. I need more” I tell him and he stops his actions.

“You sure?” He asks wanting my consent, I nod to him. “Words, princess” He smirked as I grinned saying ‘Yes’. However as soon as our lips met again for another deep kiss, Toms bedroom door opened. We didn’t hear the knock, the tv was playing in the background and we didn’t care about nothing else.

Nikki, his mother, and his father, Dom, entered the room. There eyes grew wide as they saw the two of our grinding into each other, panting whilst deeply kissing one another. This was so unexpected by them as the relationship was unknown.

“What the fuck!” Nikki raised her voice, our actions stopping as both our heads turn to see his parents with wide eyes. Panic rose in us, I quickly pulled my skirt down hiding my underwear from his parents. Tom jumped off me, grabbing his shirt that was on the floor.

“I-erm it’s not what it looks like!” Tom said as his brothers came into the room.

“Oh shit, did you finally get caught” Harry laughed pointing at us, our cheeks growing red.

“Right, out, out. You got this?” Dom pushed Harry and the other two out the room as Nikki nodded her head. I sat up a little more as Nikki looked at us both.

She sighs before speaking, “So your both dating?” She asked.

“Yes”

“How long?”

“6 months” Tom answers.

“Well I’m not mad your dating, your just both so young. And like I understand you have these feelings that are sexual for one another but your only sixteen.” She says. “Thomas I don’t want you to make her pregnant” She blurts out.

“W-we use protection” Tom tells her.

“Okay, that’s fine I guess. Just please next time lock the door and be carful. I love y/n like a daughter i’ve never had so don’t rush it” She smiles.

Wow, didn’t expect that.

“Thank you Nikki” I smile at her as she walks out.

“Phew. Okay. She took that surprisingly well” Tom breathed out sitting next to you.

“I know, that was scary” I laugh.

“Now where was we” Tom smirked leaning into me.

“Oh I forgot door stays open” Nikki walks back in opening the door.

“Fuck sakes” Tom mutters making me giggle.

This is so bad.

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