#angel would think long and hard and agree with sweetheart

[eddies-ashtray]

You Get Me Closer To God // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Synopsis: Your best friend sleeps over.

WC: 2.3k

Category: Smut (18+).

Content: Friends to lovers, mean, pervy Eddie, dom/sub dynamics (?), virgin!reader, name calling (of the ‘whore’ & ‘slut’ variety), nice nicknames (of the ‘sweetheart’ & ‘baby’ variety), 1 dacryphilia mention, mocking, dumbification if you squint, humiliation kink ig, teasing, vaginal penetration without the use of a condom (don’t try this at home, folks), some hand-on-neck action + a squeeze but no actual choking, multiple orgasms, and Eddie referring to himself as ‘master’ a grand total of one (1) time! 

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You weren’t sure how it had happened, but your best friend was on top of you. His cock was hard against your thigh. His gentle breath was fanning across your face.

It was supposed to be a regular sleepover at your house. But then there had been this energy in the air. This tension. It wasn’t new, you’d felt it before. You’d felt it every night he’d slept in bed with you and hadn’t touched you. Every morning you woke up and felt his hardness against your ass, but pretended like it wasn’t there. But now, here he was, above you, his hand stuffed up your shirt, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper weakly below him.

With only the low light of your nightlight in the corner of your bedroom, all you can see is his face. Those deep brown eyes staring intently into yours. Measuring your every movement, your every breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie says, pain lacing his tone. You shiver involuntarily at his words and gasp sharply when he tweaks your nipple meanly between his fingers. Wetness drips from your slick hole like it’s weeping, crying out for him. “I knew you were a virgin, but Christ, sweetheart, no one’s ever even groped your pretty tits before, have they?” Eddie asks rhetorically, squeezing your breast to emphasize his point.

Your resulting squeak is answer enough for him. You feel like you could cry, it’s all so overwhelming; his body weight on top of you–somehow menacing, but comforting all at once–, his rough hands groping you, his proximity, his scent, his words.

Tilting his head at you, Eddie coos at your pout, at the glassy quality of your eyes.

“You’re just a pathetic little virgin, huh? Too shy to tell me what you want. Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Your face warms and you feel hot all over as your cunt throbs desperately. You would let him do anything he wanted to you. So you nod ever so slightly and Eddie’s brows knit together.

“Of course you would. Cause even though no one’s stuffed you full of cock yet, you’re just a desperate whore.”

Whining at his words, your back arches into his body, trying to get impossibly closer, trying to fuse as one.

“Yes,” You agree.

Eddie rolls his hips into yours and groans at the friction. He’s only in his boxers, that’s how he sleeps. Even when he’s in bed with you. He’s thick and long and you need him inside of you right now. You think you might die or explode or scream if he doesn’t stuff you full at this very moment. But you know he won’t. Because he wants to torture you. Wants to rile you up, make you cry. He’d told you so, confessed it to you in the darkness just before this all began.

“And because you’re a desperate whore, I bet your panties are soaked. I bet you’re drenched and leaking onto the sheets…Why don’t I check?”

Nodding vigorously, you beg, “Please, please.”

With that, his hand begins its slow descent down your body, his rough palm running down the length of your torso until he reaches the hem of your sleep shorts. Instead of sliding underneath them however, Eddie keeps his hand moving. You gasp as it passes over your mound, and then choke out a moan when his large hand cups your hot cunt, pressing into the soft material of your shorts and rubbing harshly.

“Oh, look at that. You soaked right through your shorts, baby. How pathetic,” Eddie teases, then leans down as he continues rubbing you harshly over your shorts. His mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, nipping at it.

You whine underneath him, kicking your legs out in frustration.

“Eddie, please! I want-” But you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. Not even now when he has you shaking beneath him from a simple hand over your sex.

His movements cease and his mouth releases your breast with a pop. Eddie stares up at you darkly, his eyes simmering in the low light.

“What was that?”

“I-I-” You stutter, unable to just say it.

Eddie removes his hand from you completely and you whine again, pout returning to your lips.

“Tell me or I leave you here, wet, and hot, and needing, while I go tug my cock in the bathroom,” He threatens, and you know he’s serious. Know that he would leave you here. Know that he would go straight to your bathroom, pull his cock free from his boxers, and you would be cursed to listen to the slick sound of his hand tugging at his cock until he came over his fist.

You huff like a petulant child, not wanting to have to say it. Not wanting to admit it aloud.

“Fine,” Eddie says, pushing himself off of you.

“Wait!” You whisper-shout in a panic. Eddie stops, but doesn’t lower himself back over you quite yet.

His brow quirks.

When you don’t say anything for a moment, Eddie says, “I’m waiting.”

Sighing and squeezing your eyes shut in complete humiliation, you will the words to leave your mouth.

“I need your–your cock,” You say, whispering the final word far quieter than the first three.

Eyes still squeezed shut, you can’t tell what Eddie’s reaction had been. But he doesn’t move. Doesn���t say anything. So, you open one of your eyes slowly, trying to sneak a peak at him.

“Say it again,” Eddie demands when your one eye finds his. “Louder. Eyes open.”

You open your other eye. Eddie holds eye contact, tilts his head at you expectantly.

Drawing in a breath, you muster all the courage in your body to try and say it again.

“I need your cock.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up in a smirk as he lowers himself back onto you and leans in closely, down by your ear; so close his lips graze the sensitive skin of your lobe.

“Good girl.”

You huff, frustrated by his teasing, but your belly burns with lust, betraying the air of annoyance you’re trying to give off.

“But first… I wanna play with this sweet, little cunt.”

You barely have time to register his words, to allow them to sink in and affect you before Eddie is tearing your shorts down your legs in one quick motion and literally tearing your panties in two. Just as quickly, his nimble fingers are drawing slick up from the leaking well of your hole, all the way up to your throbbing clit.

Your arms fly to his shoulders, longing for something to hold onto. “Fuck!”

“There you go, sweetheart. I know it feels good, let it out,” Eddie encourages as his index finger rubs a harsh pattern against the hard little button.

“Mmph!” You squeak, slamming your eyes shut and shoving your face into your shoulder. It feels so much better than your own fingers, so much better than when you shamefully rub the little nub to thoughts of your long-haired, ring-wearing, metal-obsessed best friend until you soak your panties with your cum.

“Nuh-uh, give me your eyes, baby. Give me your eyes, or I stop.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to tilt your head so you’re face-to-face with the man who’s touching you. When you don’t do as you’re told, Eddie’s free hand comes up from its place on your hip where he was holding you down to grip your face meanly, squashing your cheeks together and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

Your mouth falls open in a wanton moan, brows knitted together at the pleasure-pain, at his meanness. Eddie mocks you, his mouth dropping open with an embarrassing imitation of the sound that just left you. It just makes you wetter, makes you gush over his fingers as they speed up over your clit.

“G-gonna cum!”

“Aw, how cute,” Eddie coos. “Can’t even last a full five minutes with my fingers on this sweet little button.”

And you can’t. His mean teasing is what shoves you over the edge. What has you pushing your head back into the pillow below your head while little pops of light explode behind your eyelids. While tension uncoils in your belly and your hole clenches pathetically around nothing.

Heaving in great breaths as you come down, Eddie continues his assault on your clit. You whine, shrinking away from his touch. But Eddie doesn’t stop.

“Too sensitive,” You whine, pouting up at him.

“Don’t care. Wanna see you cum again,” Eddie demands, leaning down to kiss and suck marks into your neck. You gasp at the sting of pain before Eddie soothes over the mark with his tongue. The sensation makes you shiver.

“Can I-can I at least have your cock?” You ask, still trembling, and you have no idea where the confidence to say this came from, but it halts his movements, and Eddie pulls back to look you in the face. He eyes you with curiosity.

His free hand comes up from your hip once again, rising goosebumps over your belly and your chest, before stopping at the base of your throat. Ever so slowly, his hand wraps around your neck, and he squeezes gently once. Your eyes are pleading, but confused. Curious.

“Okay,” Eddie replies simply.

His answer surprises you. You were expecting him to mock you or outright say no and continue rubbing your sensitive clit.

“But you owe me two more orgasms now,” Eddie conditions, and you swallow harshly. Of course his answer had come with a price.

You’ve never cum more than once, how are you supposed to give him two more? But you can’t resist; your hole clenching around nothing when you’d cum had made you want to cry. You’ve never felt so empty in your life. So, you agree. And the second you do, Eddie is shoving his boxers down and pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your slick entrance.

He doesn’t push in right away though. He paints his pink tip up your messy cunt and rubs it harshly into your clit, causing you to whimper in pleasure-pain.

Sniffling, you beg, “Please, Eddie. Want it inside.”

“You just look so cute like this, though. Clenching around nothing, a sticky mess of your own cum. You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“But-” Before you can finish the rest of your complaint, Eddie grips himself at the base and guides his cock down to your weeping hole, pushing just the leaking tip inside. You gasp in shock.

Then, he pushes in all the way, stuffs you so full you can’t remember where you end and he begins. And it hurts. But not as much as you thought it might. Just a little pressure, a slight pinch. But you’re wet enough that he just slides in easily, and the sound. Oh, God, the sound! It’s slick and dirty and so delicious.

Eddie groans at the perfect slide, at the velvety feeling of your walls around him, so tight, little stars appear in his vision. His arms are braced by your head, causing his hair to become a curtain around you, unable to see anything else but him. Unable to feel anything else but him.

His thrusts are slow and so, so deep. He reaches a place inside of you you hadn’t known existed before tonight.

Your hands come up around his neck and tangle in his hair at the base of his neck.

“You like being full, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, bringing his hand up to brush the sweat off your brow.

“Y-yes…Oh, God,” You moan when his thrusts become harder. Not any faster, just harder, slamming right into a glorious spot inside of you. “There! Right there!”

“Oh, that’s it, huh? There you go…I know, baby, I got you,” He says, repeatedly thrusting in at the same rhythm and angle, hitting that wonderful spot every single time. Then, he brings one of his hands down and starts to toy with your clit again. Most of the sensitivity you had felt earlier is gone now. It only intensifies your pleasure.

“Fuck! Feels good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum again?”

“Mhm, please!”

“Okay, sweet thing, okay,” Eddie consoles, far sweeter than before as he continues rubbing your clit. And it feels good, but something is missing. And you’re so far gone by now that you feel no shame when you say: “Want you to be mean again. Please.”

Chucking darkly, Eddie applies more pressure into your clit and you nearly scream.

“Now that’s pathetic. You’re just a dumb slut who needs to be bullied in order to cum, is that it?”

“Yes!” You admit.

Eddie’s thrusts become quicker now as his thumb flies over your clit. He moans, head falling into the crook of your neck, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

“Cum for me then. Cum for your master like the good, stupid slut you are,” Eddie demands in a strained voice, his hips crashing into yours with a force that shoves you further up the bed.

It’s that which pushes you over. His meanness and his dirty pace and rhythm. Cumming for the second time tonight, your ears ring and you can’t even hear yourself whining as you gush all over his cock, clenching around him, feeling deliciously full of him.

Vaguely, after a moment, you hear Eddie’s voice. Something like, such a good girl, did so well. Slowly, you come back to the world, and you can feel him inside of you still. Still hard.

Eddie is stroking your cheek softly with his clean thumb.

“There she is,” He says when your eyes finally focus on him. You smile lazily up at him, drunk on his cock. “Feelin’ good?”

“Mhm,” You hum, totally blissed out, ready to pass out right this second.

“Good. Cause we’re gonna do it again. Because you, my sweet thing, owe me one more.”

#i have a love/hate relationship with this #i hope you dont hate it! #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot

[tipsyleaf]

Yearn | '24 Alphabet Challenge

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You break off your FWB relationship with Leon after being feed up with his lack of commitment. But even after years of being apart and marrying another man you realize moving on was a lot harder than expected. An the feeling might just be mutual.

Words: 7.3k

Content Warning: 18+ content, pet names (sweetheart, angel, baby), cheating, possessive behavior, desperate Leon, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please!), cream pie, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise, degredation(if you squint), spit and marking.

Authors Note: Listen... This is my first time ever putting something like this online so please be nice to me. I tried and think I did decent enough.

"You want a drink?" Leon asks, pouring whiskey over some ice in a lowball glass. Looking up at you in your seat in one of his armchairs

"No, I need to go soon. Wouldn't be a good idea."

This has become the norm for you two. You come over to his apartment on the weekends. Both of you have packed schedules due to working for the D.S.O. and being on the same team. But coming over usually meant it lead to much-needed stress relief in the form of sex.

Something mutually beneficial for both of you. Leon wouldn't have to worry about you getting attached, since you knew the dangers of your job. And you... Well, you didn't really get much out of this arrangement except to stay connected to him in some form. Even if it wasn't what you wanted.

Leon wanted no string attach, no commitment. No feelings involved in the deal.

But you failed miserably in that department. Already having some kind of undefined feelings for him before starting these weekly meetings. Repeatedly getting hurt by your own actions, knowing full well how he was with this arrangement and what you agreed to.

"You got plans?" His eyebrow rises as he sips his whiskey, rounding the corner of his kitchen island and sitting on the arm of the couch next to you. Sipping his drink leisurely.

"Actually yes." You smile to yourself, gaze meeting Leon's as you look up at him. Finally, feeling happy at the thought of moving on, possibly.

"I have a date with a guy from the office. Shepard from accounting."

Leon nearly choked, covering his mouth with his arm as he coughed. Clearing his throat, his expression shifted to one of annoyance. His eyes fix on you, glaring sharply and unable to hide his obvious jealousy. Something he hasn't felt in ages now.

"And... you just decided to tell me now? What about our agreement?"

You raise a brow, confused by his reaction.

"We agreed what happens in our private lives is our business unless it directly affects one of us."

"But if you date someone, that's my business. You don't think that doesn't affect me too?" His nose wrinkles as he stands up from the arm of the couch, setting his glass on the coffee table.

He can't believe he has to even have this conversation with you. He thought it was obvious enough to not have to say anything.

"I haven't kissed him, slept with him or even held his hand. No germs or possible diseases have been swapped. How is this your problem exactly? We aren't together, we're just in a..."

You stop to ponder for a moment, really thinking about how to phrase this without coming off as a total bitch.

"We're friends with benefits. No exclusivity."

"And if you're seeing another guy, that would stop. I really don't feel like looking for someone else when what we have is good right now."

The thought of replacing you was disheartening and uncomfortable. It took him long enough to open up to you to begin with. Starting at square one again just wasn't an option he wanted to take. Your arrangement was just what he wanted, what he needed to keep his shit together.

"And what exactly did you expect of me, to just sit around and cater to just your needs?"

Your face turns to a scowl, eyes burning with a certain kind of fire that hardly anyone gets to see. You glare at him, hard. He can feel the tension rise between you two.

"I can't just wait around for someone who 'doesn't do relationships,' Leon. I have the right to be happy with someone."

"I didn't say-" He cuts himself off, swallowing the lump in his throat as he feels his face heat up. The irritation in him bubbled up in his very soul as your eyes met. He stares you down trying to get you to crack and look away first, but you don't back down.

"I didn't say you had to wait around for me. I just..." His glare faltered for a second, irritation turning to discomfort at the accusation. "I thought I'd have more time. Not just have you spring this on me so suddenly."

"Why do you think I told you? He just asked me out today, and it was out of the blue. He's a decent enough guy, so I thought I'd give him a chance."

You stand up from your chair, grab your bag from the floor and slide it over your shoulder.

"It's not like you caught me sneaking around, I told you before anything could happen. You're just pissed because you don't want to lose the only connection you have with someone outside of work that gives you the tiniest shred of normalcy."

As much as he hates to admit it, you're completely right. He knows you're right. But he's definitely too stubborn, closed off and selfish to admit it. Stepping in front of the entrance to his apartment, he crosses his arms, determined not to let you leave until everything is settled and hopefully in his favor.

"Listen, I know I'm not a relationship guy. But I'm human. I have feelings and... And needs still."

"So am I." You turn, crossing your arms as you stare back at him.

"The only reason I agreed to this situation to begin with is because... I just wanted to be closer to you and I knew you didn't do relationships." Your own words sting, admitting what you felt. And even with the new revaluation, you looked hurt over the situation.

"And I can't just sit around hanging on to the tiniest shred of hope that you'll change. That's not healthy... So I think it's time for, whatever we have, to just stop and for me to move on. And finally get fulfillment out of a relationship someone can commit to me in."

But your words cut deep. You were completely justified, Leon knew that. Despite knowing you were in the right, Leon couldn't help but feel like he was being slapped in the face. Like all the time you spent together was just nothing.

"You're just going to throw us away then? For some guy at work... What was his name? Shepard? What the hell kind of name is that!?"

"I'm not throwing it away for some guy, I'm walking away for my own sake." Your brows furrow as you glare at him again, not wanting to be hostile, but at this point it only feels like you can get the point across this way.

"I thought you of all people would understand what it's like wanting to move on from something that hurts you constantly. But I guess I was wrong."

You feel the burning behind your eyes, trying to ignore it. You sniff, blinking repeatedly to keep the tears at bay.

"All I want is not be in a situation where I know someone can't or refuses to love me like I want to be. Not anymore. I don't think that's too much to ask for."

Leon feels like he's shrinking seeing your eyes glaze with tears. He didn't even realize he was causing this much pain. Even if he hadn't intended to, he strung you along with the hopes of something he wasn't even considering. Not until now at least.

"Listen..." Taking in a deep breath, he frowns, looking into your teary eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was hurting you. I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"Trying and doing are two different things. That's why I want to call it quits now... Before I end up resenting you or... Or we feel bitter towards each other. We still have to work together, and I'd rather not think about how much I hate you every time I have to look at you."

You sniffle again, a few tears escaping before you can wipe them away and step towards him.

"It's just best if we just go back to being only colleagues."

"So that's it? We're just..." He stops himself again. It's not worth arguing, you've clearly made up your mind, and he should just be the bigger man and respect that. His head hits the door as he looks up at the ceiling, feeling a pain wash over his chest. He's not ready to let you go, and it's clear to him that even he got attached.

"Fuck... Okay." Rubbing his eyes, he steps away from the door, not blocking you from leaving anymore. "You're right. I'm sorry."

Reaching the door knob, you clutch it tightly as he jerks towards you. Not stepping in front of you but making sure he's visible.

"Wait. Can... Can we have one last kiss? For old times sake."

Every part of you is screaming no, but you tighten your shoulders with a nod.

"Yeah... I can do that." Moving in, you slot your hands onto his biceps, leaning in. Your lips land on his, applying a light pressure. Nothing remotely close to some of the more passionate kisses you've shared over your time together.

For Leon, it takes everything in him to not give in and kiss you exactly like he wants to. To wrap his arms around you and suffocate you completely with him. Make his last mark on you before you go your separate way. Show you how much he loves... the company you give him.

But this is for the best, to just go back to normal like nothing ever happened. His hands meet the small of your back as he takes in one last long look at you. Not wanting to let go until you step back.

As you pull back, you look up at him as his eyes meet yours. Almost like they're silently pleading for you to stay. Giving a quick rub to his biceps, you step past him, a small smile meeting your lips.

Saying goodbye just feels wrong to you, so you settle for a see you later.

"I'll see you at work on Monday..." Opening the front door, you give him a quick nod, closing the door behind you as you leave his apartment one last time.

He stares at the front door, hoping you'll come back any second now and just tell him it was some kind of fucked up joke you're pulling. You never do.

Walking back over, he slumps over on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Trying to think of where exactly he went wrong with this entire thing. Glancing up at the coffee table, he spotted his whiskey, swiftly picking it up and downing the almost full glass with a dissatisfied grunt. All before he gets up and makes his way towards his liquor cabinet once again.

You're not paying attention when one of your coworkers is droning on about whatever to Shepard next to you.

Connie? Chloe? Cassie? Whatever her name was, it wasn't important right now. What was important was the glances being thrown at the end of the sturdy brewery table.

"Are you okay, hun?" Your trance was snapped, eyes shooting back to your husband as his smile filled with concern.

"Yeah." Your voice is half-hearted and still slightly dazed. "Just thinking too much."

Thinking too much about the blue eyes burning into you from a few seats down.

You didn't blame him, it's been 4 years since you two had any real conversation outside of work. Being married for 2 years, you've tried to respect your husband and steer clear of Leon at any point. Shepard didn't know your past, and you wanted to keep it that way.

But now that you're all in the same place due to a work retreat. You don't know how long that's going to stay hidden. Who knows what could happen?

You quickly smile, as you've trained yourself to do, as you look at Shepard. He smiles back before sipping his rum and coke. Looking back at the brunette across the table talking.

"What were you saying, Cassidy?" Shepard asks. The woman nodded, sipped her wine and set it back on the table.

"I asked, are you happy she's changing departments? I bet it's unnerving having your wife risk her life every time she leaves and not knowing if you'll see her again."

"He is, he always hated how much I was away or just scared something would happen, y'know?"

"I'm always worried about my special girl. I love her." Shepard squeezes your thigh with a smile. Rubbing his thumb across your bare skin.

You feel nothing when he touches you. You never have and probably never will. He always talks about this spark between the two of you, but you feel no spark at all. Not even a little buzz.

You just smile back at him and continue to sip your wine, glancing down the table at Leon, talking with one of your other colleagues. You feel uneasy but still somehow calm. Even after being apart for so long, he always seems to draw your attention.

Leon's having a conversation with another coworker. Or at the very least tries to have a conversation...

He's watching you out of the corner of his eye, observing with a Stoic expression as it usually is these days. But to the trained eye, he's completely obvious. He honestly can't help himself from looking at you.

Just as beautiful as the day you left...

His mind wanders as his side glance lingers too long, he's still so in love even after all this time. He thought it faded from your separation, but if anything, it's gotten worse with such little contact outside important assignments or the occasional workplace banter.

It's slowly driving him nuts that sometimes he wonders if this isn't just an obsession but physically seeing you brings him right back to earth. The thumping in his chest became harder to ignore.

God, he wishes he was Shepard. To spare him the looks you gave your husband. The thought of being able to touch your thigh again without care nearly gives him a hard on.

But he catches himself. Teetering on the edge of his mind, wandering too far. He swallows it, forcing it down. Knotting the pit of his stomach to not let it show. He takes a long sip of the whiskey sour in his hand and tries turning back to the conversation.

You try your hardest to put on a fake smile as you listen to Cassidy and Shepard rattle on. Sipping your wine, you feel that familiar rubbing.

Glancing down, you see Shepard's hand gripping your thigh with a firmness you've felt before. His large hand dawned with the wedding ring matching yours staring back at you as his thumb glided across your bare skin.

For any other woman, this would be an instant turn on. But for you, that's all it is, just a hand. Nothing special or thrilling. But you look at your husband as he gives you that sultry look he thinks is flirtatious, but it just makes your skin crawl.

And not in a fun way. This is getting to be too much.

"I think I'm going to go for a smoke." You cut off the chatty Cassidy. Shepard's head turned to you with a smirk.

"You want me to come with you?" Shepard sits forward, ready to stand when you put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"No, no. I need to make a phone call anyway. Could you watch my drink though?"

He nods as you take your phone off the table and step back from your seat. Shepard clears his throat as you lean over giving him a kiss, almost as if you've been trained to do so.

Finally, you walk out of the brewery, past tables filled with chatting people and around the side of the building to the secluded smoking balcony. Surprisingly empty as you show up. Grabbing one of the two chairs, you have a seat in front of the railing.

You lean back against the seat, looking up at the dark night sky full of stars, mind wandering to the man inside.

Not your husband...

"Fuck..." You mumble, pulling the pack of Marlboro's out of your jacket and slipping one of the sticks between your lips.

You retrieve your lighter, flicking the button repeatedly. Only a tiny spark igniting with a soft click. You groan in irritation, trying again.

"This seat taken?" You nearly lurch out of your seat, quickly turning to see Leon standing next to the empty chair, drink in hand.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me..." Putting your hand on your heart you feel it pound from fear, glancing up at Leon you almost swear you could feel it skip for a split second.

"Is that a yes?" He asks, his lips curling into a smirk as he looks down at you.

"Yeah, sit. I don't care." You flick your lighter repeatedly, finally getting it to light as he sits. You make brief eye contact, slipping your lighter back in your pocket.

"Following me isn't really a great look for you, Kennedy." Leon scoffs, brows knitting as he takes in your figure far longer than appropriate.

“Can’t a guy just enjoy sitting next to a beautiful woman for a while?” It's your turn to grin, taking in his old cheesy way of talking. Your eyes start to linger now, taking in his appearance.

You can see the once lively eyes he had now grown into tired and strained. Hair darkens with age to match the beginnings of crows' feet. But he still looked handsome as ever. He always will.

"It's a free country, I can't tell you no." You continue with the banter, turning your attention back to the cigarette as you take in a drag. Glancing at him, you exhale, thinking of a way to break the building tension.

"So..." You knock some ash off your cigarette into the tray between the chairs and look at him again. "How've you been? I heard you're taking my spot as team lead. Congrats."

"Thanks, I'm doing okay." His hands move as he tries looking anywhere but you. Licking his lips, he finally looks at you again.

“What about you? You're happy about the change? Being off the field completely and all.”

"If you like sitting behind a desk all day slowly rotting from the inside out, sure... You know I'm a woman of action." You wince at your own bitterness and sigh.

"I took the new job for Shepard. He's been on my ass about taking care of myself since we..." You stop yourself, looking down at the wedding band, just another reminder of what once was between you and Leon.

"I just wanted to make him happy." You slip the cigarette between your lips again, looking down at the phone as it goes off in your lap.

Leon bites his tongue before saying the first thing to come to mind and nods instead.

Yeah, if she took that job for Shepard, she probably wouldn’t be pleased with it.

He can probably guess how much you do for him by that reaction alone.

“So... you do love him, then?”

You're mid-drag when the coughing starts, caught off guard by the sudden question. Your head snaps to Leon, coughing into your closed fist.

"Excuse me?" Leon shrugs, looking unbothered by your reaction.

"You took the job for his sake. So you must love him... Or at least want to keep the peace between the two of you. But you've always been a pretty good actor."

"He's my husband, isn't he?"

You almost sound defensive, not really giving him a yes or no response. You know the answer. Leon took note of the lack of one.

"Why are you asking?"

"Just curious." He takes a sip of his whiskey sour, shaking the glass, loose ice clanking against the misty sides as he stares down at it.

“I just thought, maybe... you were looking at me earlier. During dinner, during cocktails. I know I was staring at you. And the way you looked at Shepard. It seemed like you were almost... bored with him?”

You both loved and hated how perceptive Leon can be sometimes.

"Wow, I had no idea you were suddenly an expert at what I wanted. Little late for that, don't you think?" Your tone was sarcastic, but you knew what he was saying was true to an extent.

Even if you don't want to admit it.

He takes in your response, sipping his drink again as he nods. He has your down pat and the smirk forming on his face says he's completely aware of it.

“So am I right?” He asks, not really expecting much of an answer.

"Leon, you can't..." You look away, scrunching your nose, frowning at his question.

“Accuse you of settling? You just sort of settled on Shepard? Because he’s safe? Because he’s a good guy?” Leon continues, setting his drink down next to the ashtray. He leans forward, trying to get a glimpse of your face.

"It's not fair of you to ask that. Not from you of all people." But it's true, you settled for Shepard. Knowing he loved you and was looking out for your best interest.

"He loves me and I..." You stare at the street below, unable to finish what you started saying. The ring on your finger starts to feel heavier as it weighs on your hand and conscience.

The obvious truth was that you didn't love him, you tried. Really, really tried to but never got the same kind of attachment to him like you did with him.

With Leon...

"Sweetheart."

God no, his voice is so charming still...

"You don't love him, do you? You've... Never loved him." Finally, you look at him again, wanting to curse him out desperately.

But he's so smug, the look on his face says he already knows how to make you admit it. And you both know he'll drag the truth out of you one way or another.

"I hate that you can read me so well still." You finally answer, unable to keep up the lie. Taking in a deep breath, you extinguish the cigarette, leaving it in the ashtray. You look back at the street below, feeling Leon's eyes on you still.

"We both know how well I know you sweetheart." His voice is barely above a whisper. He leans in watching your eyes flicker at him. That natural shine he's used to seeing back again, to greet him like an old friend from years past.

It's enough of a greeting that you both know how this could end, easily.

You know that look all too well, feeling your heart thumping in your chest, harder than it has in years now. You know exactly what he's thinking about.

"N-No Leon." Your voice can't even carry a stern tone as he makes you weak in the knees with a single look. Your stomach does a flip as he just stares, look unwavering.

"I'm married!"

"You think I'm not aware of that?" He leans even closer, his hand sliding onto your thigh.

You say nothing, watching him put his hand on you, squeeze you like Shepard does.

Like when you feel nothing...

You know it's wrong, you should stop him from touching you. But the familiarity is so comforting as his thumb glides over your silky skin.

God, it feels so different with Leon... So good... So wrong, but so right at the same time.

The feeling of fireworks fills your chest and butterflies materialize in your stomach. That same feeling from years ago is rearing its ugly little head to claw its way back around your heart again. You just stare at each other, not saying a word.

“You’re married,” he speaks again, just repeating what you said. “But you’re still in love with me, aren't you?"

You swallow again, the gulp making an audible noise. Almost like you just sucked down a golf ball.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice sounds like he's on the verge of begging for it. You grab his shoulder and push him back to arms length.

"Leon, no... It's wrong. Happy or not."

"But, I want you." The words slipped out of him so easily, making you ache.

Ache in a lot of ways, in a lot of places you definitely shouldn't for someone who isn't your husband.

"Please... Just one kiss to see if the sparks are still there." He's quite literally begging now, grabbing your hand.

"Honey?" You shoot up from your chair the second you hear his voice, yanking your hand away. You quickly step past Leon as Shepard appears around the corner.

"Honey, hi!" You sound unnaturally excited to see him.

"Hey Shepard." Leon stood from his chair and sounded cold. Honestly, not caring to cover his bitterness about the situation.

"Oh, hey Leon." Shepard greets him, noticeably a bit intoxicated by how he's standing. "I didn't know you smoked."

"He doesn't!" You blurt out, gaining your husband's attention again. "He was just asking me for advice about being the new team lead. Just helping a co-worker out."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, baby." Shepard smiles sheepishly at his wife, not even realizing you're lying through your teeth. "Speaking of baby... Could you help me get Cassidy to stop talking about her kids? Pretty please?"

You sigh with a fake chuckle. "Yeah just... Give me a minute."

Shepard nods, giving you a kiss on the cheek and walks back into the brewery.

"So, you're okay with that?" Leon crosses his arms, gesturing between you and the door.

You glare at him, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

"You're insufferable..." You rub your eyes thinking before you speak.

"Look, I don't... Love him... But I don't want to hurt him either. He's still a good guy..."

“A good guy, huh?” He whispers, stepping forward, taking your hands in his.

“But not enough to make you feel anything when he’s around. That's strictly reserved for me, yeah?” You feel your skin warm up as you pull your hands away.

"Jesus Christ..." His cocky attitude makes you groan in irritation.

"I could honestly choke you right now... I swear."

"You know, I know what buttons to push to get you all riled up. Just to come right back into my arms."

You roll your eyes looking back into the brewery, seeing Shepard start to wobble in his chair slightly. You know that he's at his drink limit now.

"Leon... Just... We'll talk later." You start walking away towards the door to inside the brewery when he grabs your wrist. Not painfully tight, just enough to get you to stop walking.

"Or we can talk now." You sigh, thinking of a solution, as Leon let go of your wrist.

"What hotel room number did they stick you in for the work retreat?"

"Why?" He grins, leaning in again. "You're going to drop by for a special visit later?"

"To talk." You emphasize, getting more irritated as you lean in closer "And only talk..."

"Fuck, you're so hot when you're mad." You groan watching him bite his lip as he looks you up and down.

"Room number Leon. Now."

"Can't ever let me have my fun, can you? Room 407." Your eyebrows furrow, of course he'd only be two doors down from you.

"I'll be over at midnight."

"I'll be waiting with bated breath." You shoot him a glare, making him chuckle as you walk back into the brewery.

Collecting your husband, with a lot of effort and his cooperation, you make it back to the hotel in a good amount of time. Unlocking the door, you help him over to the bed, laying him on his side.

Getting him plenty of water and making him take Tylenol before he inevitably passes out to avoid the hangover you know he'd definitely be having if it weren't for you.

Soon it's midnight, and you make your way two doors down. Knocking on room 407.

You hear heavy quick footsteps coming towards the door. Leon opens the door, his hair messy and his shirt's top three notches unbuttoned. This was starting to feel really reminiscent of your old hook-up days.

“Come on in, sweetheart. I was starting to think midnight would never come.”

You push your way into his room, shutting the door behind yourself, so none of your coworkers see them together. You glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You got a lot of nerve pulling the shit you did earlier."

"Oh I'm aware," Leon locks the door, stepping up to you slowly. His eyes trailing your figure again, "you'd be lying though if you said you didn't like it."

"So you think betraying his trust is better than cheating on him?"

"Y'know, I hate how you keep avoiding what I've been asking you today." His hand comes up, caressing your cheek, you grab his wrist to move his hand, but your eyes meet with his. His thumb runs along your jawline, leaning in closer, his voice becomes warm against your ears, a sultry tone tickling you in all the right ways.

"He doesn't get you like I do. Make your knees weak with a simple touch or feel how easily your pussy throbs if you're called the right name in bed... He doesn't know that side of you."

He smirks, feeling your skin become warm underneath his fingertips.

"I fucking hate you." Leon snickers, bringing himself closer to you.

"No you don't. You love me." His eyes flick from yours to your lips. Lingering for a split second before you speak.

"Do you have it in you to love me like I want?"

"Of course I do." He's known since you left how he felt.

"Prove it. Tell me how you feel then."

“I love you." He speaks without hesitation, running his thumb across your bottom lip.

"I’ve always felt this way. I get that feeling in my stomach when I look at you, that feeling whenever I touch your skin, I’ve needed you for years now. I’ve known it almost as long as you’ve known you don’t love Shepard... I miss you." Your breath hitches, hearing what you've wanted to for so long. Leon drew closer, lips centimeters from each other.

"Do you miss me?" With that question your little shred of resolve disappears.

"I miss everything... How you make me feel. Your touch... How you always know exactly what I'm thinking even when I can't put the words together..." You frown, looking at him before leaning on him. Wrapping yourself around his entire being.

Your noses touch, lips slightly parted as you look deeply into each others eyes. The beautiful blue in his eyes surrounding your reflection, encasing you completely.

"Tell me how much you want me." Your body quivers, hearing his borderline demanding tone.

"He loves me, but he's never made me feel like a woman. Not like you did before... And I want you so badly, I can feel it in my bones."

Your lips glide over each other's. Not able to hold back much longer.

"How badly do you want me?" You ask, watching him pull back from your lips. Smug smirk staring at you, almost like he's watching his next meal.

He reaches out, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin radiate into his. His hand moves down to your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

"I could show you instead, if you'll allow me." He stares into your eyes, waiting for a response, any sign that you'll let him in again.

You give in with a short, simple nod.

His lips are on you, fiercely pressing his tongue against your lips, possessively pushing his way in. His hand goes to the back of your neck, hitting the hotel room door with a loud rattle.

Your hands fly to paw at his open chest, his hands prodding at your thighs under your dress, pulling your legs around his waist. Hands gliding up to your ass, squeezing it while you're carried to the bed.

He breaks the kiss, pushing your body to the bed. Leon pulls off his dress shirt, popping buttons as he rushes, tossing it to the side as he climbs on top of you. Soon, his hands are back on you, gliding up your thighs, pushing your dress up past your hips to pool at your waist.

"Well, I'll be damned. My favorite pair." Leon breathes out, sounding like a laugh as she looks at his favorite pair of blue lace panties covering your lower half. His lip curls up as he kisses above the edge of the fabric. Making your hips jolt for a second, acutely aware of how wet you actually are.

His hands travel up, pushing your dress up and over your head. Sitting up on his knees, he takes you in. Biting his bottom lip as his eyes wandered, wondering where to start first.

"I missed this body so badly." Leon traces his lips across your skin, starting to kiss under your ear and down your neck. His hands gliding under you to unclasp your bra, freeing your chest.

"Do you know what I want to do to you right now?" He growls into your ear, making you whimper in response.

You try to think straight at the moment, but all you can focus on is his strong hands roaming down your side, slowly towards the wetness pooling between your legs.

"To fuck me like you'll never see me again." He smirks against your ear, feeling your warm breath against his cheek. He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what he wants, what you both want as his hands pull your panties off, dropping them on the floor with your dress.

"Good girl. You've always been so smart, angel." You watched him sit up and undo his belt, pulling it through the loops of his pants. Quickly making work of his pants and boxers, he stands over you naked. His thick cock standing at attention against his lower stomach.

Your legs come together as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, grip tight around your thighs as he sinks to his knees. He spreads your legs, eyes landing on your wet slit, he playfully leans over, kissing your knee as he puts your legs over her shoulders.

His lips roam, kissing down your inner thigh. Reaching up, his finger spread your folds open. Watching the wetness from your arousal glisten against your skin, Leon let out a throaty groan in satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're so perfect like this. Ready as ever for me aren't you, sweetheart?" His lips turn to a smirk as he leans down, licking a slow gentle strip up your folds. Forgetting how much he enjoyed the sweet taste of you.

A soft moan erupts from your lips, arching off the bed to grind into his mouth, Leon placing a calloused hand on your abdomen to keep you in place. His other hand digging his short nails into your plush thigh.

With a final lick to your fold, Lean spits your juices back in you entrance, burying himself in your pussy, nose on her clit and deep in your tight hole with his tongue working your g-spot expertly.

As if he never forgot where it was in the first place.

The ridiculous amount of squelching alone would be embarrassing, but it felt too good to care. You hadn't felt like this in years.

Leon feels your walls convulse around his tongue as his eyes flick up to watch you quake in pleasure. A moan leaving your lips as your fingers bury themselves into the silky hotel bedsheets. Shaky breathing breaking as you feel his mouth pull off you. Your eyes shoot down watching him lick his lips clean of your juices.

"Fuck I missed making you feel this good." Leon lines up 2 of his fingers with your core, gliding them inside you. Feeling your walls clench around his thick digits. Eliciting a moan from him as he curled into the spongy spot.

"Could have you gushing on my fingers like this forever." Leaning down nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your thighs. Leaving behind subtle teeth marks. Not caring in the slightest if your husband saw it or not.

You're finally his again, and he'd be damned if he wasn't marking his territory this time. Staring at them for a moment makes his cock twitch.

Leaving one final bite, he focuses back on your pussy, his tongue slips from between his lips, gliding across your clit. Lips move to latch on and suck gently. Your legs quiver, shaky breathing signaling you're getting close to release. His fingers move in perfect tandem with your body.

"C'mon beautiful, cum for me." Your eyes roll back, glazing over as you bite down on your lower lip muffling a cry of pleasure. Climaxing on Leon's fingers and hand as he works you through your orgasm. Feeling your body relax, tension leaving as relief washes over you after what feels like forever.

Panting softly, you lift yourself onto your elbows to watch Leon lick his slick fingers clean, savoring the taste before diving back into your dripping entrance to clean things up properly as you watch him with a close eye.

"I've been thinking about this moment for years. Been dreaming about being buried deep inside this tight little pussy again." Pulling away and licking his lips, he kisses your thigh once more.

"Has he ever made you cum like that? Or has he been depriving my angel?" Your head spins at the question, swallowing hard as you try thinking of an answer as he caresses your face.

"No, never as good as you..." He moves, pulling you up onto the bed, putting you up against the pillows, crawling on top of you. Moving to kiss your collarbone up to your ear. His full weight pressed down on you, cock pressed against your inner thigh.

"Can I fuck you? Need to be buried inside you, feel you around me again." His voice sounds borderline desperate as he asks, your eyes turning away.

"You should let me show you how good it could be to be claimed as mine again," his hot breath trickles against your ear. He moves his hand down to grip onto your chin firmly, making you meet his hot gaze again.

Desperation not only poured from his words, but his expression too.

"Tell me you'll let me have you again, so I can make you mine... Fully. Just like we both know we want." You know you want to, you feel nothing for Shepard.

Nothing comparable to what you feel with Leon.

Your lips part as you give him an answer.

"I'm yours, only yours, Leon. Every part of me." His eyes lit up, leaning in and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Happy to finally have you again in every way.

"Do you remember how good I used to make you feel?" He moves forward, positioning himself at your entrance, ready to claim you completely.

"You're mine and mine alone." Sliding into you, you feel that familiar fullness of his cock inside you. Digging your nails into his shoulders as he huffs into your neck, your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct.

"Fuck, I forgot how good you feel." He mumbles against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat to the top of your breasts. A deep groan leaves his chest as he rolls his hips into your tightness.

You feel your walls contract around him, almost like your molding to perfectly fit him and only him.

"Oh fuck, Leon." You breathed out, hand running up to the base of his neck, pulling at his hair.

"Feels too much like home," Leon's voice is thick with pleasure as he continues to drive into your wet pussy, feeling every bit of your heat surround him, "he definitely hasn't been fucking you right... Of course not. He's not me. Doesn't know shit about your body like I do, does he?"

He grunts into your neck, body trembling at the effort it takes not to cum immediately from how good you feel against him.

Reaching down, he grabs your ass, pulling you tighter to him, starting to pound into you. Moving his hand, he lifts your leg, hitting that angle that turns you into a hopeless puddle beneath him.

You let out a string of broken moans, louder than intended, but you're at the point of no return. Feeling the intense knot in your stomach building quickly. You can see his face getting red as he pulls back from your neck to look in your eyes.

"Close, so close." He watches your face contort in ecstasy, smirking.

"Mine to take care of, mine to pleasure, mine to claim... " He reaches in-between your bodies and starts to circle your clit, his voice becoming more unsteady as he gets closer to his climax.

He feels that quiver around his cock, your nails digging into his back and pulling at his roots as you finish around him.

"Fuck, fuck. I'm-" His voice breaks, burying himself deep inside you, he fills you, a pathetic moan slipping from his lips as he collapses on top of you.

You're both panting heavily, his head on your chest listening to your heart thump against your ribcage. He smiles, still trying to catch his breath, kissing over your chest. Your hand weeds through his hair, pushing his bangs back from his face.

"I didn't even know you could make a sound like that." He grumbles against your skin, biting your chest lightly. You giggle as he rolls over off you, bringing you to his chest.

"Shut up." But he smiles down at you, watching how easily you curl into his side. Bringing your hand up, you caress his cheek, brushing over the bone with your thumb. He takes it, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. Taking note of your wedding ring.

"Are you okay?" He questions, voice sounding a bit worried. "I wasn't too much?"

"No. You were perfect. Are you okay?" He just nods in response, rubbing his hand across your lower back slowly.

"Why don't you take a nap before heading back? You look tuckered out." His smirk returns, you simply nod, cuddling up to him. Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck and putting your arm around him as he holds you close.

He knows he's going to struggle to let you go again.

"I don't see it out here either." You say, look around the hallway. Shepard raises his head from dragging your luggage out of the door. He slides the card into the door, locking it before turning back to you.

"Baby, it's fine. We'll get you a new one." His irritation is obvious as he walks past you towards the elevator when one of the doors in the hallway opens. Out stepped Leon from his room, bag over his shoulder as you lock eyes. He smiles before noticing Shepard, his face dropping to its usual Stoic expression.

"New what?" Leon questions, watching your husband turn his head.

"She lost her wedding ring." Shepard pushes the button, calling the elevator as you and Leon walk up behind him.

"You seemed pretty drunk last night. Maybe she lost it helping you back to your room?" Shepard looks at Leon, his face dropping and irritation evaporating in an instance.

"Was I that bad? Jesus, honey, I'm sorry." Shepard puts an arm around your waist. You look at Leon from the corner of your eyes.

Leon's shooting daggers at Shepard, who's none the wiser.

"Just check the lost and found before you leave." He suggests, looking back at the elevator doors as they open. You all step in, stuck in-between Leon and Shepard.

Leon fidgets next to you, he stares straight ahead. Trying to ignore your skirt tapping his leg, or your perfume taking over his senses from how close you are.

But in the end, he can't help himself.

His pinkie finger pops out, brushing against your fingers, fully expecting rejection in the form of your hand pulling away.

Thankfully, he's greeted with your pinkie, interlocking with his until the door rings again. You walk out ahead, Shepard, carrying your bags. You spare him one last glance and a smile before leaving around the corner to the hotel lobby. Leon smiled to himself, stepping out of the elevator.

Shoving his hand in his pocket as he walks, feeling the cool metal of your wedding ring brushing against his fingertips.

All the while knowing, he isn't losing you this time.

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[spookysteddie]

Studio Sessions

18+ MINORS DNI

Modern!rockstar!Eddie x influencer!fem!reader

Series masterlist here

cw: voice recording during sex, reader gets insecure, studio times, fluff, flirting, pet names, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, dirty talk, reader gets what she wants.

wc: 3.6k

a/n: this got away from me... I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to send in requests for these two if you have them!! ALSO: this is the last post for them I'll have with a tag list... it's so much work and not that I dont love y'all ( I do) it's just hard. I hope y'all still love me and understand ❤️.

...

Is it normal to miss someone you just met? 

Is it normal to go on a few dates, sleep over their house like every night and still miss them immensely when they're gone? 

You and Eddie have spent every moment together since that first real date. Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet? No. But you really don’t like to think too far into that one because then you’ll spiral, which is no good for anyone.

It didn’t matter too much. You knew it didn’t matter and you knew that he wasn’t fucking anyone else because he was either in your bed at night, or you were in his. I mean he could be fucking other people during the day, but you doubted it. 

Back to the missing him part. It feels weird to miss someone who is a few feet in front of you, who you can literally see. But here you are, Eddie standing on the other side of some glass gathering things, and you miss him. You can’t help your thoughts from wandering back to if he feels the same way. But also, why would he? Men don’t act like that, right?  

“Sweetheart, you ready?” Eddie's voice cuts through the fog of uncertainty. 

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. You were in the studio with Corroded Coffin, getting to watch their recording process. Eddie is right, there is something missing from a few of those songs, but you’re unsure if your voice is what is missing. You’re willing to try, though, still honored every agreed to this.

Eddie sets you up, putting headphones on you so you can hear the music. “Okay, sweet angel, don’t get too close to the mic because it can cause the sound to get a little weird. Got it?” 

“I got it.” You grin up at him. He kisses you sweetly, your body growing hot. 

He leaves, going to stand outside the booth with the rest of the band and his producer. He gives you a thumbs up, smile lighting up his face. He’s been more than excited that you agreed to do this. 

You hear a count before the music starts, you quickly look down at the lyrics sheet in front of you. When you get the cue you start, turning on the most bedroom voice you can manage, eyes locking with Eddie’s as you speak. “Mine, be mine. Love me. Never let me go.” 

You smirk at him as he squirms, his friends hitting his arm. You aren’t sure why it makes you happy to watch him squirm but it does. You let out a laugh, real and loud, instead of saying your next lines. 

The producer perks up, cutting off the music, “oh my god, that was amazing! I need more of those.” 

You feel your face get warm, a small and shy giggle leaving your chest. You don’t hear Eddie enter the room, but you can feel him. His energy calling to yours. You hum, not caring that they’re still recording you. 

He pulls your headphones off, “great job, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, baby.” You lean in kissing his lips. It’s quick, just enough to get a taste of him. “This is a lot of fun. I like this!” 

“You sounded very beautiful.” 

You giggle, looking up at him grinning, “I was just talking.” 

He kisses your forehead and whispers to you, “no. You were using that voice you use when you’re desperate for me to fuck you.” 

You freeze, looking up at him. He’s looking at you with that sexy smirk on his face, making your stomach flip and clit pulse. God, he’s so hot when he’s doing absolutely nothing, dressed in black sweatpants and a sweatshirt, dressing comfortably for the long day in the studio. You could kiss him, right now. 

No, scratch that, you could fuck him right now. You would if there weren’t six other people looking at you. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you whisper, winking up at him. 

He kisses you quickly, leaving you wanting more as he pulls away. “Ready for the next one?” 

… 

You’ve been here for 8 hours. 

Between adding little snippets of your voice, the band recording the rest of their songs, adding background vocals and putting in instruments, it takes a while. And you are tired. So tired in fact that during their last two songs, you fell asleep on the little couch in the studio. 

You know this because you’re woken up by a soft voice and a hand brushing your hair out of your face. 

“Sweet angel? Hey, baby.” You know it’s Eddie's voice based on the softness and sweetness he reserves only for you. 

You stretch, groaning just a little as your joints crack, “m’sorry for falling asleep. Didn’t mean to.” Your voice sounds small and a little crocky with sleep. You cover your mouth as a small yawn slips out, “s’cuse me. I’m sorry.” 

He laughs, kissing your free hand, “don’t apologize. We had a long night and early morning. Could’ve gone back to my place and slept?”

You shake your head, “mm-mm. Gotta be supportive. It sounds great and your fans will love it.” 

His grins widens, lips meeting your knuckles. He looks tired too and you sort of regret keeping him up most of the night. Well, actually, it was a mutual thing. You’d tried getting him to go to bed but he just ‘couldn’t get enough’ and then when you tried again, while he was still inside you and growing soft, but the second he shifted, you were pushing him on his back and riding him. See, mutual. 

“I’m glad you think it’s great, sweet girl. But you won’t upset me if you go home.” 

Home. The word clangs through you and makes your head spin. It shouldn’t because he definitely didn’t mean anything behind it. It was his home so of course he’s called it just ‘home’ and you are for sure overthinking it. 

You shake your head, both to clear it and to answer him, “no. I can wait. How much longer?” 

“Like another fifteen minutes? I just need to listen to that last take and the boys need to add some background stuff. Then we can go.” His thumb is rubbing along your knuckles, his touch soft even if his hands are calloused. 

“I’ll wait.” 

And you do, this time staying awake. You post some instagram stories, making extra sure to mute it so you don’t spill a single note. Everyone loves the little insights to your time with Eddie, his fans enjoying seeing a different side to him. Of course, your parents still aren’t happy. 

You haven’t spoken to them since that phone call. You don’t need their opinions and Eddie has yet to be a bad person when it came to you. 

In fact, he’s good at planning dates and making sure no one follows. Blocking the paparazzi from getting unflattering photos of you. Sending you with security if needed. He cares. He cares more than anyone else ever has. 

It feels nice to date someone who doesn’t see you as a ticket to their fifteen minutes of fame. Who didn’t look at you as a way to further their own career. Sure, Eddie was more famous than you were, something the press loves to point out. But in some way you were on the same level. It was more than refreshing. 

“Ready?” 

You look up at his brown eyes and nod, letting him take your hand to help you up, your coat already in his hands. 

Once you both are ready to brave the slightly chilly weather, he takes your hand and leads you out. “There’s going to be people out here okay? Just so you're prepared.” 

You grin, looking over at him, “I am prepared, Eddie. I know the cost of dat- um, being seen with you.” 

If he catches your almost slip up, he doesn’t say anything. He just smirks, squeezing your hand as he opens the doors to the outside. Cameras flash and people scream, you’re practically blinded by the flashing bulbs. It doesn’t last long though, Eddie helping you into the car before getting in himself and closing the door, the sounds of screams muffled slightly.

“God, I love them but the screaming kills my ears,” he presses his finger to his ear, blocking it slightly before releasing it. 

You giggle, raising a brow, “aren’t you used to it? You hardly wear your ears on stage.” 

It was true. Eddie had this habit of taking out the ears he wears on stage, usually used to help keep beat as most artists can’t hear the music coming from the speakers. 

He shrugs, “ya aren’t wrong but I feel like I’m far enough away that the sound doesn’t hurt that bad? I really should keep my ears in so I don’t like lose my hearin’ before I’m 32.”

“Should hear it from the crowd,” you tilt your head slightly. “I had to get little ear plugs after the first time I saw you guys live. My ears rang for a few days after and I was yelling cause I couldn’t hear.” 

His eyes get wide, “that sounds awful. I should get ya some custom ears so you can hear what we’re doing on stage.” 

That makes your heart flutter a little, the fact that he wants you to hear all they do. “I don’t think I could deal with the metronome ticking.” He looks at you, “how do you know that happens?” 

You playfully roll your eyes, scrolling through your phone till you find a post you liked a little bit ago. “This. It’s a video of what Taylor Swift’s sound like inside. It was very interesting.” 

He watches it, three times actually. And then he giggles and scrolls, some familiar music starts to play and you already know what he’s looking at. Your face flames as you move to take your phone back. Unfortunately, he’s faster, moving so you can’t grab it from where you sit. 

He scrolls again, “you like these edits of me?” His tone is teasing and you feel like you’re going to die. He was never supposed to know you like thrist traps of him, most of them to his own songs. 

“E-Eddie give it back,” you plead with him. 

But he shakes his head, scrolling again and again and again. “These edits are actually really good. M’impressed. I also think it’s cute you like them.”  

You finally reach your phone, tugging it from his hands, “it’s rude to go through someone's phone, Eddie.” 

He fake pouts, “awww, are you embarrassed baby?” 

You don’t say anything as he coos at you because you are embarrassed that he saw those. But fuck, he looked so fucking hot in those edits. They make you feel things deep inside you, things you’ve used your vibrator to take care of. 

He leans forward, his hand reaching out and cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I think it’s kind of hot you have those liked.” 

He pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, soft kiss. That feeling comes back, the one with a voice that questions why he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. It’s been some time and you spend a lot of it together. You don’t want to push him, to make him look at you as needy or too much or annoying. That’s the last thing you want. You’ve heard it enough, from boyfriends, from your parents, from the people in your comment section. And the last thing you wanted was to hear it from Eddie. 

He breaks the kiss, his eyes scanning your face. Fuck he knows. 

“Are you okay?” He asks you with worry in his eyes. It kind of makes your chest hurt to worry him. 

“Oh yeah! I’m fine. Just… tired.” 

But, of course, he sees right through it, “no. You’re in your head. Come on… spill it.” 

You can’t. You want to express to him how you feel, to ask him to not waste your time. If he isn’t interested in you then you need him to tell you that so you can move on. But you know he is interested, you just sat and recorded bits for their album for fucks sake! He calls you sweet names and listens to what you have to say. He fucks you in a way you’ve never been before. He’s in tune to you and your needs, so the idea he doesn’t want you is absurd. 

But… “nothing. I just have that photo shoot coming up and I’m just nervous. It could make or break my career.” 

Half truth. You were nervous about the campaign. It could make or break your career if you didn’t do a good job or if people didn’t like it. 

He looks like he doesn’t believe you but he doesn’t push you further. You wish he would. 

… 

Eddie’s lips kiss along your chest, nipping a sucking sweet marks into the skin there. Marking you. Owning you. His hand moving up to tease your breast while his mouth sucks on the neglected one. 

His phone is set up beside you, the little red dot indicating he’s recording. It definitely catches the gasp you make as he works your chest, but he just feels so good you don’t think about it. 

He asked you six times before hitting record if you were okay with this, him voice recording. And you were, truly. He wanted your moans for his music but wanted some variety in there. So, he’s recording the entire round of sex. You’d be a dirty little liar if you said it didn’t turn you on. The idea that he’ll have this on his phone and in his music. Your moans immortalized on tape? It was hot as fuck. 

Eddie swaps sides, eyes meeting yours as he licks and sucks and bites. It hits you right at your center. He was hot as fuck, actually. Looking slightly feral as he kisses down your body. You can’t take your eyes off of his when he settles between your legs, putting them over his shoulders to give him more room. 

 “God you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he runs a finger through your slick, making you moan. “So pretty. Was so hot watchin’ you today.” 

“But I-” he licks up your slit, cutting you off what you were about to say. 

He sucks on your clit, making your back arch. It was insane to you how well he knew your body. He’s learned every dip, every curve of your skin. He’s learned exactly how to drag deep moans from you with his mouth, tongue and cock. Memorized them. He did it quickly too. 

“B-but I didn’t really do anything.” He slips two fingers inside you, stretching you out. “God! Fuck that feels good.” 

He doesn’t say anything, just laughs and curls his fingers. Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing, turning your brain off with every thrust of his fingers.

“J-just like that, baby! Oh god, don’t stop.” You can feel the orgasm building deep in your belly, your whole body growing hot as you squeeze his fingers. “M-more. Eddie, I need more.” 

He adds a finger, the burn from the stretch feeling incredible. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh my god.” You don’t even know what you’re saying, just a babbling mess. This was typical when it came to the way Eddie worked your body. He’s the only one who’s worked you like this. 

Your orgasm hits you, mouth dropping open as your back arches on the bed, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!” 

You ride it out with Eddie’s help, his fingers slowing and his mouth coming off your clit with a soft pop. And when he finally removes his fingers, sucking them between his lips and moaning, you feel empty. You need him to fuck you, to feel him inside you. 

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby. Just can’t get enough,” his voice drops a few octaves and you swear your heart stutters for a moment. 

“Please…” you whine. 

It hits you then that he is fully clothed and you are as naked as the day you were born. The dynamic is hotter than it should be, you might need to talk to your therapist about that. Or not. That’s an issue for another day. 

He pulls off his shirt, stomach flexing with the movement, “please what, angel?” 

His hands pull at his belt, tugging it through the loops before meeting the same fate as his shirt on the floor. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth and you forget the English language for a moment. He pops the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he waits for your answer. 

You manage to find it, “please fuck me. I-I need it.” 

He slides his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard cock bobbing free. You squirm, licking your lips while your eyes rake over him. You need him, need him in many more ways than just sexually. You need him as yours, need him to love you. You can see the life you’d have if he called you his. Your babies would be beautiful thats for fucking sure. 

You don’t really have time to think further on it because Eddie slides inside you, his lips meeting yours and swallowing your moans. He tastes like you, cigarettes and weed. An odd mix but you love it anyway. 

“Shit, pretty girl. This pussy feels amazing. S’like you were fuckin’ made for me.” 

Your heart pounds and you know he can feel it, you can feel his. “I-I was. I was m-made for you, Eddie. Made for you” You kind of don’t mean for it to come out, but it can easily be brushed off as heat of the moment dirty talk. 

But there is something in the way he’s fucking you right now, something different. It’s slower than it has been, sweeter. Like he wants to take his time here, like he wants to feel every inch of you. His eyes shine with lust and something else, something he blinks away before you can decipher it. You have a feeling you already know what it is, because you feel the same way. 

“Yeah? You think so?” He lets you wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close. “Think we were supposed to end up here?” 

You’re going to die if he keeps talking like this. He’s actually going to kill you. More so because you do believe in the invisible string theory. Everyone can say you’re going too fast, but you think your string is attached to him. Everything about him screams it in confirmation.

“Y-yes. I do.” 

He kisses you soft and sweet, adjusting slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. You gasp into his mouth, hands coming up to his cheeks to hold him there while you kiss him. Again, it’s all slow and sweet and filled with emotion. 

“Glad we’re on the same page, baby.” 

He fucks you just a little faster, hitting all your sweet spots and making the coil in your belly twist tighter. “I- oh my god, Eddie.” 

He laughs, not straying from your lips, “I love when you pray to me.” 

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, a deep moan falling from your lips as your velvet walls squeeze him. It makes your head spin and you kind of feel like you’re going to pass out from how good it feels. You don’t, of course. 

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl coming for me. My pretty angel.” 

“Y-yours.” 

He nods, “mine.” 

Mine

Mine

Mine

Mine 

The word cycles through your head over and over, making you clench harder around him.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. Fuck fuck FUCK!” 

He spills inside you as he moans your name. It’s angelic when he does it and you’re gonna make him send the recording to you immediately so you can hear it again and again. He collapses on you, being careful to not crush you with his weight. 

“I s-swear on my life, you’re the best I’ve ever had.” 

You giggle, shaking your head, “i bet you say that to every girl you fuck.” 

He lifts his head, his face serious, “no. I don’t. You’re the first person I’ve ever said that to.” 

You just stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“Did you mean what you said? About us being made for each other?” He asks it quietly, like he’s afraid of anyone hearing him. Anyone but you. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You can do this, tell him how you feel. Right? “I-I did. We fit together so well. Don't ya think?” 

Now it’s his turn to swallow, “I do… I meant it too.” 

You aren’t sure where this is going, but you hope to whoever the fuck is listening that it’ll go your way. 

“You did? You haven’t known me that long.” 

He shrugs, “so? You spend every night here, or me at your place. You get to know someone pretty quickly that way.” He laughs a little, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

Ask me 

Ask me 

Ask me

“I would agree,” you say as you run your fingertips up his arm.

“Would you agree to stay forever if I asked you to?” 

You hold your breath and nod. He gives you a look that makes you squeak out a small “yes.” 

A huge grin breaks out across his face, bright white teeth showing, “then stay. With me and be mine. And I’ll be yours. No more wandering around lookin’ for each other.” 

You blink away the burn behind your eyes, you cannot cry at someone asking you to date them, “n-no more wandering.”

#stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x fem!reader #modern!rockerstar!eddie munson x influencer!fem!reader

[moonstruckme]

https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/732380895517032448/how-blind-do-you-think-james-is-without-his

I also wear glasses and I can't see well without them. Imagine reader looking for her glasses because she and James slept on the sofa and ended up losing them, she asks him for help but he also lost his. It would be funny for the two of them to try to find their glasses inside the sofa with just the touch of their hands and with their eyes half closed to see if they can see better and find them.

Yessss, thanks babe!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 689 words

You rouse to sweet, tender kisses on your shoulder. Then your clavicle, then your throat, and that’s odd. Your brows furrow as you blink your eyes open. James usually goes straight for your face when he’s feeling lovey. His lips feel odd, imprecise as they move up your neck. Like he’s searching. 

“Sweetheart.” James' voice is soft and honeyed. “My sweetest, most beautiful girl, I need your help. Wake up, please.” 

“M’up.” Your hand finds his hair, curls fluffy from sleep. “What is it, Jamie?” 

“I slept for too long,” he tells you, leaning up into your touch. “I dunno what time it is, but it’s dark and I’m sure I’m supposed to be at practice, and I can’t find my glasses.” 

“Alright,” you sigh, arching up off the couch in one of those deeply satisfying stretches you can only have after a good nap. “Okay, let me—” You go to rub your eyes under your glasses, only to find there’s nothing in the way. “Shit. My glasses are gone too.” 

James groans. “No way. They’re not next to your face?”

You’re already sitting up, patting around where you’d been lying. Your hands meet only the plush cushions of your couch. “Nope. God, we must have been sleeping hard, huh?” 

“Haven’t had a nap that good in at least a decade,” James agrees. “Alright, get up so I can have a feel.” Even without being able to see you, he must sense the look on your face, because he clarifies, “A feel of the couch, you degenerate. Move.” 

You snicker as you get up, joining him in feeling around the couch. “Your vision’s better than mine. Can you see anything?” 

“Pfft. Blind’s blind, sweetheart. It’s all blob to me. Hey, I’m going to shake out this blanket, let’s see if we hear anything hit the ground, yeah?” 

You both fall silent as James jerks the blanket up and down, waiting for the telltale clatter of something hitting the floor. He makes a dissatisfied sound once it’s clear nothing’s going to happen, but you drop to your hands and knees to feel around the floor just in case. 

“Careful, I’m by your feet.” 

“Yeah, I can see that. Christ, love, I’m not so blind I can’t detect movement.” 

You start giggling and can’t stop, shoulders shaking as you crawl around on the floor. 

You can hear the smile in James’ voice when he asks, “What’s so funny?”

“This is just so ridiculous,” you laugh. “It’s the blind leading the blind. How’d we both lose them?”

“Best nap ever,” James says solemnly. 

“True,” you say. “Maybe if we—hey, wait, I found something! It’s—oh. It’s yours.” 

James all but lunges for you, taking the glasses from your hands as you come up to your knees. “Well don’t sound so happy about it.” He brings his hands towards his face, and that’s as much as you can make out. Then they come back for you, gripping your jaw with newfound precision to guide your lips to his. “Thanks, angel.” 

It’s odd not being able to see him when you know he can see you, your pleased smile at his endearment. “Can you see mine?” 

“I’m looking, just a sec.” James brushes a touch against your shoulder on his way to the couch, and you can hear the cushions rustling with faster, surer movements. “Got ‘em. Hold still, sweetheart.” 

You do as he says. You know just as well as he does that you could put them on yourself, but you like when James does things for you and James likes when you go all soft and smiley on him. He slides the frames onto your face, taking a moment longer to straighten them on your nose than he strictly needs to. 

“Thanks,” you say, glad for your restored vision when James smiles, dazzling as usual. 

“Anything for you,” he replies gallantly. He angles his head, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Then another, more lingering than the first. 

“Don’t you have to get to practice?” 

James hums. “You know how I thought it was dark outside? Turns out we’d closed the curtains.” 

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x self insert #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter drabble #james potter one shot #james potter scenario #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #the marauders era #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[shirefantasies]

Thorin's Company When You Call Everyone Pet Names

Part 2 of the request by @fly-on-my-sweet-angel for The Hobbit this time 😘 once again doing everyone hehe 😈

Balin

Balin remains tacit about your habit, chuckling it off as not much serious when you do it to him and his brother and his cousin and…well, everybody. It’s obviously not unique to him in any which way, though hearing you call him ‘honey’ does have quite the ring to it. Not one for pet names himself, he wracks his brain to come up with some way to mirror your affection, finally settling upon making a point to use your name often, smiling softly as he speaks it.

Dwalin

He gives you a bit of a frown as you ask him “Can you pass the water, sweetheart?” “Sweetheart? Never call me that again.” Leaning forward, you give him a sugary smile. “Alright, then. What about honey? Love?” Dwalin’s frown remains. “Do you think I’ve lived this long and gotten these scars to get ‘love’d by a-” “Alright, my apologies,” you put your hands up in mock-defense, “o fine warrior.” At that last name, a flush crept across Dwalin’s cheeks, widening your smile rapidly. You’d remember that one for later.

Thorin

Are you imagining things or does Thorin frown when you call one of the others your little names? Experimentally, you try it again intently the next time you require some assistance. “Dwalin, honey, would you mind putting another log on the fire?” Sure enough, Thorin’s ease seems to falter; your eyes briefly widen, but you catch yourself in time for one more experiment. “And Thorin, darling, didn’t you want some tea?” The king speaks not, but he nods, a small smile returning to his face.

Oin

Step one is checking his hearing, trumpet engaged and pointed right at you. “Pardon?” Smiling, you repeated yourself. “I just asked if I could have a cup of tea, love.” Oin can’t stop the shock from crossing his face, his lips falling into an ‘o’ shape as he looks back up at you. “O-of course! Take whatever you like! Did you want something else in it?” You giggle, probably at how flustered he gets, and shake your head before inclining it in thanks at his offering.

Gloin

Gloin definitely asks you to repeat yourself the first time he catches you calling him dear. Double down and that’s when trouble begins. “Listen to this one,” he teases you, “oh Dori darling, get the tea on.” “Only if Bombur dear lets me use the pot for it,” Dori joins in with a chuckle. “Sure thing!” Bombur just agrees, jolly as always. Rolling your eyes, you just give him a playful shove. “You know you love me.” Gloin scoffs, but his typically gruff expression melts into a smile. “Maybe.”

Bifur

Sometimes it was hard to read everyone’s expressions; the dwarves in Thorin’s company ranged from highly, almost comically expressive to deadpan faces that puzzled you to try to read. Thus when one came about, you leaned over and rested a hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. “Bifur, sweetheart, are you doing alright?” The often quiet dwarf’s eyes widened at your touch, his head swiveling to fix you with a direct look. Glancing down at his bowl, then back at you, he nodded vigorously, an eager smile across his face. Bofur and Bombur burst out laughing at the two words their cousin spoke. At your look, Bofur explained that he had replied “Yes, darling”!

Bofur

Your habits seemed to have earned you a name of your own, you noticed. One of the dwarves had picked up your ways or else resigned to pay them forward. Not that you minded- in fact, a word like those that had always been mindless for you suddenly sped your heartbeat like nothing else. “Where are you going, sunshine?” Bofur asked you, catching you stepping away from camp. “Just heading to the stream for some water, hun,” you replied, face warming. “Alright,” he acquiesced with a smile, “don’t be off too long, alright?” “I won’t.”

Bombur

You were just the sweetest thing, so caring, so parental. Bombur requested your help dishing up every single night just to hear you as you handed bowls off. "Here you go, Balin dearest. Oh, you want more, honey? Darling, let everyone else have a shot first, Gloin’s not gotten any!" Bombur's heart fluttered at it every time, and it practically exploded when your addresses turned to him. "Bombur, love, need any more help?" "A-actually...the princes haven't brought their dishes, do you mind-" "Not at all." You gave him the brightest smile he'd ever seen before turning and calling toward the tree line. "Fili! Kili!" How, Bombur couldn't help wondering, had no one snatched you up yet?

Dori

Dori is the only dwarf brave, stupid, or affectionate enough, likely the latter, to mirror your habit. The two of you, in fact, have gotten into something of a back-and-forth about it all. “Don’t you think you ought to eat something, dear?” Dori asked you, holding out a slice of bread and some meat. “I had some broth earlier, love, so I’m well, thanks.” “You’ve got to keep up your strength, though, darling, just have a little something.” Eyes bouncing between you two, Ori and Nori shook their heads. “They’re like an old married couple.”

Nori

“Nori dearest, put that down, please.” Smirking, Nori tilted his head, his face inches from yours. “And why should I, darling?” "Because I said so,” you replied. “What, no more little names?” Nori shot back in mock hurt. “Not if you’re going to make fun of me,” you teased, “only people who are nice to me get them.” At that, the usually cocky, jolly dwarf’s cheeky look fell a bit, prompting surprise to cross your own face. “You thought I was makin’ fun of you? And here I was hoping you were serious.”

Ori

“Ori, honey, that’s excellent!” The company’s youngest had opened his sketchbook, revealing his latest drawing of a doe that had passed camp in the morning’s wee hours. As always, it was amazingly rendered and just an absolute delight- the lad truly had a gift. Said lad also had quite the red ears all of a sudden. "Thanks," he replied, trailing your name quietly like a little afterthought he'd never admit to almost forgetting, "thought this was one of my nicer ones, the little bugger passed by so nice, and well... I'd like you to have it. Well, if you please of course..." "He's tryin' to tell you he's sweet on you!" Nori bellowed. "Mahal's sake! Yer breakin' his heart always callin' everyone your sweet names!" At the elder brother's admission, you gape. "Is that true?" "Yes," Ori replies, puffing out his chest despite his red cheeks, "that's right."

Fili

“Gloin, dear, you’re going to hurt yourself if you run like that! At least lower your axe just a bit.” Fili smiles as you chastise the older dwarf like a mother hen. Much more endearing than Dori doing it to his brothers or Thorin getting on his and Kili’s case. In fact, he absolutely loves how caring you are to them all, the way you are so unafraid to show your love. Those are qualities he sees value in for a future leader…huh. Should he tell you that someday soon? Might make for a fun reaction to give it right back to you.

Kili

“Kili, love, what on earth are you doing?” “Well, darling, I’ve just been practicing a new move for if I drop my sword. See here.” A smug smile creeps onto your face at how easily he plays along with your little habit. “And what about you, Fili dear?” At that, though, Kili takes pause, steps back into your line of sight looking a bit stunned. “Now wait just a minute. I thought that was our thing. Don’t tell me you fancy him, too?” “I-” Now it’s your turn to pause. Certainly it was just an affectionate habit of yours, but also… you hadn’t really considered reciprocation. Your face warmed at the realization. “Of course I don’t. Consider yourself my only sweetheart.”

Bilbo

He wanted to snap at someone, but what right had he really? It was irrational, plain and simple, to try and tell any of the dwarves to stop doing things that made you call them all the sweet names you did. Bilbo was never the sort who gave pet names any stock, but with you they were like music to his ears. He needed to remind himself day after day, though, that it was simply your habit. Surely the fact that the dwarves were usually ‘honey’ and he was usually ‘sweetness’ just meant they were different…right?

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit headcanons #thorin’s company #balin #dwalin #thorin #oin #gloin #bifur #bofur #bombur #dori #nori #ori #fili #kili #bilbo #fly-on-my-sweet-angel #requested

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part 7)

Andy Barber x Reader

warnings- smut, blowjob , daddy kink, fluff

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read previous part here:

The warm glow of the sun through the huge windows in Andy's bedroom cause y/n to stir awake.

Andy's bedroom.

She suddenly became more aware of the heavy weight resting on her waist, holding her closely from behind.

Andy's arm.

Careful not to wake him, she turned her body around to face him, seeing him sleep like a baby.

Andy's snores.

Any girl would foolishly fall in love with the sight y/n was enjoying. But a smart girl like her doesn't fall in love, no.

Girls like her walk into love, with their eyes wide open, holding the hand of the man they choose.

Is this what this is? Is this finally the treacherous path of the infamous L-word?

Is this love? She thinks to herself.

Andy pulls her closer, their naked chests now pressed up against each other under the silky (and probably expensive) sheets.

"You'll squish me to death, you big old man!"

"Oh sweetheart," Andy smiles, "i agree with the 'big' part but calling me old is just mean." He kisses her hair, "Didn't this 'old man' make you cum on his face last night."

y/n blushes at his crude words and playfully pushes herself away from him just enough to roll her eyes at him.

Andy enjoys the way her breath hitches and her cheeks turn pink.

"Tell me angel, who was it screaming last night? 'OH OH RIGHT THERE FUCK DON'T STOP-"

She hits his chest and hides her face back into his chest,

"you're so mean," she pouts.

Andy's expression turns soft as he lifts her face and strokes her hair, gently threading his fingers, wanting to savor the feeling blooming in a place in his heart, which he never knew existed.

Love? Is this Love?

He kisses the pout off of her face,

"You are a pretty girl, y/n, but you look like a miracle in the morning."

He closes his eyes and hugs her to his chest once again, "I could get used to this."

"I'm not sure about this Mr. Barber, you snore a lot," She teases him, which earns her a smack on her ass.

Andy holds the back of her neck and brings her mouth to his, kissing her. He alternates between small licks and bites on her lips.

The two of them spend the morning tangled with each other, taking each other's hands and walking down the path of the sweet and savory, the intricate yet simple 'L-word'.

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Hours later, y/n is sat on Andy's lap, facing him but not being able to look into his eyes. Not when he wasn't wearing a shirt!

Damn you, Andrew! Why do you have to be so hot and half naked!

He is all but amused at the sight before him, his girl, being all cute and flustered, "What's the matter, sweetheart? What's gotten your smart little mouth so quiet?"

"Uhh....um...it's hard to look at you...."

Andy's mouth opens in feign shock, "Are you calling me ugly?"

"NO!....No, you're.... you're absolutely delicious looking." She stammers. "But.....i can't look at you for too long."

"Why, angel?" He lifts her chin to force her eyes onto his.

"Because.... I .....I.. haven't felt this way before....."

"I promise, angel, I feel it too...",He takes her hand and kisses it ever so delicately before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is under, "right here."

This unspoken yet loud confession gives y/n some confidence and she rakes her nails down his firm chest.

Feeling Andy shudder under her actions, she moves with a newfound boldness as her lips reach for his neck and leave wet, open mouthed kisses.

"Y/n, baby," He pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "My resolve is hanging by a thread.....if only you knew how i plan to ruin my innocent little angel."

"Then do it." Y/n starts rocking her hips against his growing hard-on.

"I don't want to rush you." His hands stop y/n's hips as a serious expression crosses his face.

y/n bites his ear lobe as she whispers, "I'm starting to think that you're all words no play.....maybe i'd be better off with a 'limpy and lacking frat bo-AAH!

The feeling of Andy's fingers punishingly pinching her nipples makes her yelp.

"Say that again, I fucking dare you," Andy growls and takes her his shirt off of her and sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth.

"You....AH......You're all words Mr. Barber." She manages to croak out in-between moans.

Andy gives her nipple an unforgiving nip with his teeth as his hand harshly twists the other one.

He lets go of her with a loud and lewd pop.

"You want me to play with you, sweetheart?" He holds the back of her neck, "Alright then, we'll start by putting that dumb little mouth of your to work."

Before y/n's hazy mind can register Andy's words, he manhandles her into a kneeling position on the floor, her face being in level with his impossibly rock-hard cock.

He spreads his thighs and darkly chuckles at the dumbfounded expression on y/n's face, "Go on baby, take daddy's cock out."

All the boldness from earlier leaves y/n's body as she shifts on her knees on the hard floor and her eyes try to hide from Andy's intense gaze.

Noticing her discomfort, Andy picks up a cushion and throws it onto the floor beside y/n.

"Here, darlin', put it under your knees."

Ever the gentleman, Mr. Barber, ever the gentleman.

As y/n settles once again, Andy taps her face with his hands, "Come on baby, don't get all shy on me now."

Taking a deep breath, y/n pulls the band of his sweats down along with his underwear.

She gulps at the size of his cock. It's long and thick.

Andy groans as her soft hand wraps around him.

"Andy......" y/n shyly looks upto him.

"It's daddy right now." Andy speaks in an authoritative tone, "You'll call me daddy while we play. Understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy."

The hold Andy has on y/n has her positively dripping with need.

"Daddy......um", her voice is sweet, a stark contrast to the dirty position she was in, "i have never done this before."

"Really sweetheart?" The fact that y/n is completely untouched gets Andy off in a taboo manner, not that he would ever admit.

"Mhm....can you teach me how to do it?" she blinks up at him innocently.

That fucking look.

The way she looked at him sweetly while stroking his cock slowly was definitely going to kill him.

His sweet angel, being a filthy slut, just for him.

Andy cups her face and leans down to kiss her lips, "I'll teach you how, but you promise to tell me to stop if you don't feel comfortable."

"I promise, daddy."

"Good girl," He hold her hair into a makeshift ponytail as he guides her mouth towards his aching cock.

She parts her lips and slowly sucks on the head on his cock.

Andy closes his eyes and throws his head back in pleasure,"You're doing so good, baby, so so good," He pushes her mouth to take more of his length,"You can take it, angel, just breath through it."

As y/n takes as much of his cock in her mouth as she can, her mouth drools and her eyeline is laced with tears.

Andy bucks his hips forward, causing her to choke and sputter around him.

He pulls out of her mouth, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

The tenderness of his actions are contrasting, choking her on his dick for a moment and kissing her tears away the next.

Y/n looks up at him with hooded and lustful eyes, "I want it again, daddy."

Andy almost comes alone at her words.

Fuck Andrew! Stopstopstopstop! don't cum yet like a teenager having his first blowjob

He once again pushes himself into her mouth.

This time, y/n hollows her cheeks and sets a steady pace of licking, sucking and occasionally moaning around his dick.

The blubbering and squelching sounds of y/n pleasuring her man echo around the room.

Andy holds her head once again, taking control of her movements.

"Take it sweetheart..." he shoves his cock deeper into her throat making her gag, "breath through your nose.....there you go... good girl."

"You like it when daddy fucks your disrespectful little mouth, don't you."

y/n can only moan around him in response which makes Andy increase the pace.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, angel. You're gonna be a good girl and swallow for me. Understand?"

A few more pumps later, Andy cums into her mouth.

Perfection.

He marvels at the sight of his filthy angel, with cum dribbling out of her mouth while she tries to swallow as much as she can.

Her tits on display as she kneels before him and takes it all like a good girl.

His good girl.

Andy pulls her up on the couch and holds her panting body close, whispering sweet praises into her ears and kissing her tenderly.

y/n's lips curve into a mischievous smile, "So....daddy huh?"

He shakes his head as he chuckles, "Yes angel, dirty little girls like you need a daddy."

"Well, fitting title for your age-"

OH THIS BRATTY SHE-DEVIL

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Author's note-sorry for not updating, my grandfather died and i'm fine but it was hectic for a while.

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[aishnico]

Can you do something fluffy/smutty with current john frusciante please :)

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

» summary: you wanted to surprise your husband on his birthday while he’s on tour

» word count: 3.1k

» warnings: fluff to smut [m! receive, unprotected sex, cowgirl, breeding, sub!johnny :)] mdni

» changes in canon event (their vive latino concert is on his birthday)

it was one and a half months since your husband had been gone on tour. he came back in the third week of october and went away again in the end middle of the second week of january. you were cheerful and grateful for that. but the time has come for him to go again.

you would call each other in the daytime, but mostly at night. talking about your days, your work and his tour, places they were visiting in the daytime, their silly little moments...

but you could tell that he'd already missed you like crazy. he was longing for you, so you did. sometimes, he couldn't sleep so you would sing him some country songs. he was cheerful about touring and playing to fans, but he was sad at the same time. he really wanted you by his side, especially on his birthday.

you would tell him that you couldn't even if you wanted. but you were wondering if you work your ass hard would your boss let you go for a couple of days? you did as you thought for the past month to catch her attention, and eventually, she did let you go for a few days.

you then planned a surprise for him in your head. thought about entering on stage in the middle of the tour before they started to sing one of their songs. the guys would support you with words. you smiled to yourself and then called anthony. he was surprised and cheerful at the same time. he told you that he was going to talk with flea and chad.

they all agreed on it and waited for your arrival in mexico. they wanted to greet you at the airport but you thought john was gonna be suspicious, you couldn't let him know this.

and finally, today was his birthday.

you bought him a white, printed baggy shirt which once you together saw but couldn't buy at that moment. but you knew he wanted this.

it was early morning, and you decided to call him. he didn't pick up in first time. you thought he was sleeping so you didn't call back. but after a couple of minutes, he called you back.

"good morning dear!" you cheered and heard his chuckle. "morning, angel."

"i wanted to celebrate your birthday. i hope i'm the first."

"sorry but, the guys rushed into my room in the middle of the night and..." he laughed.

"oh, that is so expected of them," you chuckled and continued.

"i wanted to say how much happy and grateful i am for having you in my life. not only having you in my life, i feel these things for your existence too. not only me, your family, the guys, and the entire world. we all love and appreciate you so much. you're so special and valuable to us. i love you, johnny, so so much you don't even know it. i really want to spend my entire life with you and grow old together. happy birthday!"

"aww, sweetheart! thank you for your sincere words. i feel the same way about you being in my life. i love all of this, doing something i'm so passionate about with the guys i love so much. and of course, i love you too, more than you'll ever know. i wish you were here right now." he cooed.

you smirked to yourself and changed your voice to sad. "yeah, but there's a night we still can spend. we can video call each other, cut a small cake, talk about our future expectations, sing soft songs... i don't think it's gonna be bad."

"everything's bad without you."

"come on john..." you rolled your eyes to yourself.

"alright, alright," you both heard someone else's loud voice from the door. "one second, baby." you then heard him get up from the bed. after a couple of seconds, he came back.

"sorry angel, i've gotta go. the guys wanna go around the city and we'll head to stadium next." he said with a sad voice. "it's okay, go travel around and play some good songs for me, pretty." you smirked.

"... pretty?" you swore he was blushing and smiling. you hummed. "am i lying?" he just chuckled and after that you said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

there were about an hour before their show. you and the guys decided to celebrate him after they finish soul to squeeze. you managed to meet with chad and he gave you a backstage pass. you wished each other good luck and he went his way. you called john for one last time, wishing him good luck. you then imagine his face once he sees you on stage.

the show has started. you entered the backstage with a vanilla cake with strawberries on it you bought around the city and started to wait for your turn. you knew he always liked the ones you would bake, but you didn't have a chance to do it here.

after about half an hour, they finished that song. everybody was cheering and clapping. the guys waited for a couple of seconds for them to get quiet.

"alright, how we doin' on there?!" anthony asked the audience cheerily. loud shouting voices came out from there. "alright, everything is so far so good. listen, before we uh- move any forward, we just wanted to remind you that today is very special to us. but you already know that. TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF JOHN MOTHERFUCKING FRUSCIANTE!"

the crowd cheered louder that your ears got hurt a little. john smiled and bowed his head. "come on, let's sing him a birthday song, happy birthday to you..!"

"happy birthday to you!"

then anthony gave you the sign to come out. you got excited and slowly walked towards him with a big smile. john's jaw dropped at the moment he saw you. his face was shocked, confused, and cheerful at the same time. you then stopped before him.

"happy birthday, love." you almost whispered to him. he couldn't say anything, he was still in shock and definitely didn't see it coming.

"but, but i thought... i thought you couldn't come here..." his eyes got teared and tears rolling down his cheeks. you wanted to wipe them away but your hands were busy.

"well, guess i'm lucky for this one." you chuckled and lifted the cake close to him.

"come on, blow them! or else they are going to blow by themselves!" you heard flea's loud voice.

john blew out the candles and pulled you for a sweet kiss, taking your breath away from you. you missed him so much and felt relieved once you connected your lips against each other after weeks. butterflies were in your stomach for sure. lips brushing over each other sweetly. after a couple of seconds, you both pulled out and smiled at each other.

the audience was cheering, whistling and clapping like crazy. the guys also whistled and cheered. they were so happy for him, for both of you. they were happy because john finally found the right person to spend the rest of his life together with. they knew you were the right one.

you then looked at his figure and saw his shirt was smeared by cake. "johnny, look at your shirt!" you pouted at him. he just chuckled in response. "i don't care about the shirt right now." he then gave you a sly smile and you just rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"i'll see you later, old man." you whispered to him and gave him a peck on his lips before walking backstage. you heard him shouting at you "i'm not that old!"

the show has ended and you five sat in a room eating the cake while talking about the silliest things. you laid your head on john's shoulder slightly, not wanting to disturb him eating completely.

after about an hour, you were at their hotel lobby. you said to each other good nights and went to your rooms. you put your suitcase aside. and closed the curtains.

"now go and sit on bed, turn your back against me." you ordered to him and he grimaced. "why's that?" he asked.

"just do what i say~!" you responded. he shrugged and did as you said. you opened your suitcase and took off the bag the shirt you bought him was inside. you then sat behind him. "raise your arms."

"darling..."

you gave him a quick kiss and he gave up while raising his arms. you started to take his shirt and long-sleeved one. he shivered when he felt your chilled hands against his hot skin. you then managed to put this shirt on him. then stood up and told him to look at himself in the mirror. he sighed and did as you told.

he looked at himself with a confused expression for a couple of seconds. the realization hit him once he gasped.

"is that..? is that the shirt we saw together in california while walking through the streets but couldn't even enter the store because we were rushing to..."

you stood behind him. wrapping your arms around his waist and looking at him with a sweet smile. "yes it is, i knew you loved it once you saw it."

"you really have a good eye, and know me inside and out." he chuckled.

"that's because i'm your wife, hun."

he turned his face to you. cupping your cheeks with his calloused hands gently.

"i couldn't think of a better present for this day, sorry. but i'm glad that i have a sharp memory!" you awkwardly smiled.

"are you kidding?! love, i absolutely love it. thank you so much and don't apologize for anything." he got closer to your face. "besides, the best present for today is you being here with me."

he then connected your lips in a tender kiss. his fingers were caressing your cheeks gently while you were tugging your fingers on his fluffy hair, eyes fluttered closed. you swore every time you kissed, he always managed to take breath from your lungs.

you pulled from the kiss and he looked at you with a heartwarming smile. god, he was so cute. he had always been cute and hot at the same time. and now, you only wanted to please him.

you gently pushed him to the bed and climbed to his lap. wrapping your arms around his neck and started to kiss him passionately. he was taken aback at first but accommodated after. it's like both of your hearts were exploding. you bit his lower lip and he moaned at the kiss. you then entered your tongue inside his mouth, tongues then exploring each other.

when you felt breathless you pulled away and looked at his panting face. his cheeks were flushed slightly. you then attacked your lips on his neck. he heavily breathed and gulped, tossing his head back so you could have more access. you were planting small kisses at first, then starting to suck and lick on his sweet spot over and over. you managed to get a groan from him. his eyes were shut, trying to bask in the moment.

you were satisfied when you saw pretty purple hickies appear on his neck. you smiled at him sweetly. "you're so pretty underneath me." you cooed and put his earlobe between your lips, sucking it gently.

"darling please, don't tease me." he whined and you interrupted him by planting a kiss on his lips. "don't worry. tonight, is only and only about you. you'll get what you want. just tell me."

he looked at you, flushed. "want your mouth at my dick." his voice almost sounded like a whisper. you smirked and planted a kiss on him again. "as you wish, love."

your fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried tugging it over his head. he pulled away for a second and took off his shirt. your hands were trailing on his torso, planting short kisses there and there. after that, you lowered your head in front of his tightened purple pants and tugged them down slowly, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he tossed his head back, breathing heavily.

you then pulled the elastic band of his boxers down, freeing his erection. the red and swollen tip of it is waiting to be taken care of. you jerked off him a few times and started to give him kitten licks. john inhaled sharply at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue.

you lean down and drag your tongue along the length of his dick from the swollen head and down to the base and earned a pretty moan from him.

"s-shit, sweetheart..." he moaned when you finally put your mouth down to the length of his shaft. you hummed, sending vibrations through his body. your head went down until his tip hit the back of your throat. you resisted the urge to gag. "oh fuck, you feel so good around me..."

you bobbed your head up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. he was almost close, you felt it. so you started to massage his balls.

"fuck! good girl, my good girl... just like that. you're going to make me cum oh..!" he whimpered. your nose is hitting his pubic bone every time you move your head forward and faster, sucking him harder. and after a couple of seconds, he twitched in your mouth and came inside. warm, salty liquid poured through your throat. you swallowed it all and licked around your mouth.

you looked at him. he was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. you climbed his lap again and kissed him shortly but passionately. you pulled away and gave him a sly smile.

"i'm not done with you yet."

you then took off your shirt and tugged down your jeans. you stayed with your silk, light pink bra and matching panties. his mouth got watered because of the sight. you smiled and climbed to his lap again.

"is this for me?" he asked with a sly tone. "indeed it is, did you like it?" he hummed while moving his head around your breasts. "yeah, a lot."

you captuted his lips in a heated kiss. you were playing with his messy hair while he was caressing your waist. his hands moved lower and played with your core. you moaned in his mouth, sucking hard on his bottom lip. you were already wet when you were sucking him off, and now your juices are pouring down to his fingers. he pulled away and licked his fingers and moaned from the taste of it.

"you taste so fucking sweet. sweeter than that cake." you chuckled at his words. "i will bake for you whatever you want once you return, i promise." he hummed in return.

you slithered your panties aside and positioned your entrance over his still rock-hard member slowly. an erotic moan escaped from both of you. the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink into him completely, not moving, just hugging him tight. you're so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing you to move.

"t-tell me, at what pace ah— i should move. h-huh, johnny?" you barely managed to ask. "faster, baby." he grunted and buried his face on your chest. you put your hands on his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock. "johnny!" you moaned his name when you felt he got bigger inside you. "you're so tight and good around me sweetheart, s-shit!"

he then unhooked your bra and tossed it away. took one of your nipples inside his mouth while squeezing harshly the other. you tossed your head back and let out a loud whimper. his dick felt so good inside you. you then spread your legs further apart, feeling him deeper inside of your cunt. feeling him where he could make you see the stars.

you dug your nails into his chest as you connected your lips in a sloppy, french kiss. you closed your eyes, cheeks flushed and you moaned into his mouth when he hit the sweet spot continuously. "john, baby, i-i'm going to cum okay?" you barely managed to speak. he just hummed.

you felt your core tighten, your bundle of nerves building up as your jaw hung open, panting heavily. tears rolling down your cheeks and you clenched around him while leaving a white ring of your arousal on the base of his cock. you didn't stop bouncing on him though. but you knew he was close.

"where do you wanna cum, baby? come whenever and wherever you want." you started sucking on his neck again. creating new pretty, dark red marks on him. "inside, s-shit! can i— can i come inside?" he begged you. "yes, yes! fill me full to the brim, darling!" you pathetically moaned.

he grunted when you began moving your hips faster and faster. he buried his face on your breasts and groaned while painting your inner walls white. you didn't pull off, wanting to feel warm inside for a while.

you hugged each other tightly, trying to catch your breaths in each other's embrace. after a couple of minutes, you both calmed down. looking at each other sweetly. you then pressed a long kiss on his forehead.

"happy birthday, my one and only." you whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. he caressed your hair and planted a kiss on your forehead too. "thank you, sweetheart. for coming here. nothing would make me happier.  i love you so much."

you smiled. "i love you more but i don't have enough energy to argue about that." you stood up from his lap. his cum was leaking from your thighs. you then lay on the bed, opening your arms to him, welcoming him to your embrace. he smiled and laid on top of you. you hugged him as he snuggled into you, his beard tickling your chest. you didn't care though.

"will you be tomorrow here?" he asked with a pout on his face. you chuckled at him. "well, i managed to take a few days off so..."

he gasped and straightened up. "so that means..." you just smiled and nodded at him. his face brightened and buried his head on your chest again, making excited voices. "we can talk about our plans tomorrow morning, then?"

you hummed and felt like your eyes were going to shut. but you managed to say good night to him before that. he chuckled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead again before drifting off next to you. "good night, angel."

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[masonmiamor]

Officially - - Mason Mount x reader.

pt.2 to surprise surprise!

currently accepting requests!

“She’s your girlfriend? Mason why the fuck would you hide this precious angel from us?” his mother rambled making you blush. She laughed before attacking you into a warm hug.

“Sweetheart! She's gorgeous Mason! I was so confused as to why you had a key, knew his house from the back of your hand, knowing some of the stories we told already,” she told you, making you chuckle. “I knew!” Lewis chirped, making Mason send him daggers.

“What? And you didn’t… nevermind. How long have you two been together?” she asked, looking at the two of you now wrapped in each other’s arms. “7 months in a week,” Mason confirmed, kissing your cheek when you looked at him surprised.

“Geez! 7 months? And you never told us her name, even yet showed us what she looked like. Me and Tony were starting to think you were going crazy and made up an imaginary friend” she joked, making you laugh hard and cover your mouth.

“Mom!” Mason said embarrassed, a tint of blush covering his cheeks.

“Well Y/n that was a surprise, an amazing surprise! We felt so comfortable and free talking to you. Too bad you’re stuck with this one, he can be a handful and goofy at times,” Tony said, patting your boyfriend's chest.

“What is it with everyone laughing and coming at me?” He complained. “We just love you, that’s all,” you said looking at his brown eyes glimmering. “I love you…” he whispered only so you could hear.

“Mason! Come on, we have to warm up!” a teammate urged. He hugged everyone goodbye and gave you a kiss, to which everyone cheered and oohed. “Goodluck I love you.”

His sister came towards you with her daughter and husband. “Hi it’s nice to meet you love, I'm Jasmine, this is Sam my husband and my daughter Summer,” you shook hands and greeted back in respect, looking at the little girl who hid in her fathers neck.

You tickled her back and ribs making her giggle, “Hi Summer, Uncle Masey talks a lot of you, you’re so pretty sweetheart!” you cooed. She motioned to carry her which surprised both you and the couple. You rocked her and looked up to them, “She loves you already. Let’s sit, we can catch up and meet each other,” she offered, to which you agreed.

After the successful game, Jaz left shortly as Summer fell asleep. You got to know everyone quite well, they wanted to know more of you. You explained you’re in your last year at uni, the passion you have for painting and gardening. And a little of your family, how you’re closer to your cousins when they visit.

“If you’d like to go down and see him, go ahead. We’re gonna wait in the parking lot,” Tony said while putting on his coat. You said goodbye to Debbie who took a selfie of the three of you. You promised to meet them out there with Mason.

After showing your badge to the multiple security guards you stood by the field watching as Mason clapped and thanked the fans. When he spotted you he ran and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso hugging him tight. “God I missed you,” he mumbled.

Once he set you down he wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, smashing his lips onto yours. The passion and fierceness taking our breath away. Not caring about the fans behind you. “Hi… congratulations handsome,” you whispered and rested your forehead against his. A media team offered to photograph both of you, to which you agreed. “We need it for our memory box,” Mason replied after.

Ah the memory box. Filled with loads of pictures from your polaroid camera, from the photo booth that held your first kiss, the wristbands from a concert, small notes he left when leaving for training, even a small origami heart you made and left in his training bag. So much stuff.

After waiting for him below the stands, you saw him appear in a black hoodie and green cargo pants. The black training bag in his left hand, the other carrying his phone and small headphone cases. He looked good, the cargos pointing out and defining the look a bit more.

When meeting his parents and Lewis outside, they settled having dinner at a nearby Italian place. In the car, you both sang music from the playlist you had made. Him grabbing your hands and kissing your knuckles. Such a simple yet intimate touch.

After being seated he grabbed your attention toward his phone. “Can I post it?” he asked nervously. This was a topic that frequently came up, you were scared of the backlash and how people would react. After today you didn’t care, all that mattered was that now you met and got along with his family.

“Yes. You can post it, only if I can post this one,” you showed him the one Lewis secretly took when he confirmed the months of your relationship, him looking at you in full admiration.

“Yes I look good in that,” he teased, narrowing your eyes, “You always look good, why lie?”

“So is this us making it public… officially?” he asked anxiously, biting his nails. You grabbed his hands and repeated what he’d done in the car, kissing over his knuckles and replied.

“It’s official Masey.”

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[bloogers-boogers]

Ok so since I can't be anonymous anymore it's time I reveal myself so hello, ur literally my fav artist! Here is the image

Firstly I want to say that it still baffles me that I'm ur fav artist, I'm super flattered but also very grateful, thank you!! That makes me emotional 😭💖💖

Also, in regard of your ask, these are the three main ships I like! 💕

I have hc of each one of them, but I feel it would be a long ass text, but I will try to sum them up for you in the shortest way possible!

Kyman: a bickering hate/friendemies/friends/love romance that pretty much begins with the two disliking each other from the start of their friendship bc of their very different opinions and the way to handle things. They are equal! Mentally and physically; they have different reasons to put their skill and intelligence for, which is why they fight a lot. Kyle would use these qualities for good or right while Cartman refuses to use his abilities for the right and rather go for the wrongs. Their strength is basically based on what they find necessary to do. Cartman is seen as weak when it comes to confrontation (mostly with Kyle) but if Kyle were put himself in trouble all that weakness is vanish, he is strong af, he's just lazy and has no need to put it to use unless it's Kyle in danger. When it comes to Kyle however he uses it to correct Cartman or save him, but normally he doesn't feel the need to waste his energy on punching Cartman when he's his usual neutral dumb self (just one punch and he knocks him out).

Also they're very similar in the way they act; Kyle is just more easy to shrug off while being around an actual menace with no shame. The perfect example of the same coin.

A odd pair that throughout the years developed a bond and trust like no other duo to how obsessed they are with each other. Very obsessed. And yeah, conflict feelings, they fall in love and are even more obsessed with the other but more relaxed. Obnoxious but relaxed nonetheless.

Stendy: Their first and childhood love/highschool sweethearts! It's starts as innocent and cute, then the type of careless and "toxic" you'd expect from literal kids; which is why it's hard to expect much seriousness from it. They care for each other a lot! But unfortunately they have lots of breakups until they finally just had enough (I hc Stan ending it for good in six grade!) But the pair falls again throughout middle school but refuse to make any advances besides just enjoying being friends. They find comfort in their company. Highschool changes that after a long period of being good friends, secret pinning and nervous outbursts. Stan confesses again but this time they're both sure of what they want and starts taking their relationship seriously. They decide to put their relationship on hold while going to college and agreed that if the other no longer had any feelings for the other after reuniting again they would just end things peacefully. Ofcourse, theirs some dating here and there but they find their way, again, to each other. They can't help it, they just have that chemistry, the type that's hard to let go. Nostalgic, maybe? Warm and at home feeling. They get together, have a couple of dates and get married immediately. Cartman thinks it's gay tho.

Kenrietta: their relationship is based on rituals and curses! Mostly Kenny's curse~ Henrietta actually starts getting along with Karen after the little girl couldn't stopped looking for her in advice of her new goth phase and ofc looks up to her. So Henrietta just accepted her around, eventually however, Karen would reveal to her about her "guardian angel" which she would eventually just talk endlessly about him. She then told Henrietta it was mysterion and that's were Henrietta would blurt out "the poor kid?" (I hc that the goths know who mysterion is) but yeah, ofc Karen laughs it off guessing Henrietta was just assuming and let's it go. She meets Kenny when the bastard literally crashes inside her window (firework incident, typical main 4 shit) during a ritual with her friends and Karen. He greeted them causally as he walks dizzily to the center of the ritual unaware of whatever thing they were doing. Kenny gets sacrifice during that! And the next day it was like nothing happened until Henrietta and the goths start feeling some weird connection towards Kenny and they assumed it had something to do with the ritual 'that Kenny messed it up for them and ran off from'. After all that, they drag Kenny's ass into their mess (mostly Karen had to convince him) and eventually start hanging out with them thinking their dark stuff was cool. Eventually getting closer to Henrietta, falling in love first and telling her also about his curse. She believed him oddly enough for his surprise! But he was very grateful unlike with his friends who didn't believe him at all. And yeah that's how their thing started. They have their own thing going on outside the other so they're not together most of the time, but their closest friends and family know they're a "thing". They're not possessive or the slightest clingey type, they understand if the other is in need of space and will give it if necessary. They're pacient, very pacient with the other if they're acting "dumb" and will never back off to point out their bullshit if they're being dismissive about it. They have a lot of dark humor too.

Sorry if it's long! But if there's another ship you're interested in me doing just ask! Those are just personally my main ones Cx

#asks♡ #man this one is my longest one yet i think 😭😭

[foxes-that-run]

Sweet Creature

Harry said that Sweet Creature is about one person, and that he will never say who, adding if he would never tell them it wasn't about them. I think the protagonist has changed since it was written. It was a closer in the Live on tour set, and often emotional like this time in New York.

It was played once on HSLoveOT at Wembley. Harry talked about Gemma first bringing him to London for xfactor and he’d “like to play a song for her tonight”. He thanked London. So its matured in meaning and he sung it to Gemma, who had a baby 8 months later:

19 February 2016

At the Troubadour (at 21:40) on it's launch 19 May 2017, Harry said Sweet Creature was written a few weeks after his birthday 1 February 2016. It was written at the Village in Los Angeles. There is a photo of him at the studio on the 19th February. He also said it was the first song he wrote “for” the album (1:22). Harry said that one song (two ghosts) was written before leaving the band but everything on debut except 3 songs were written between July and December 2016.

Sweet creatures opening melody is similar to Blackbird by the Beatles. Blackbird is a McCartney song, interestingly, Harry was photographed with Ringo at the Clive Davis Grammy party. From I'm Not Happy (possibly the same night) and Pop Tart it might have been the first time they saw each other after the 2015 BBMAs 8 months earlier, 1D had been touring for most of that.

Cry “O sweet creature!” then kiss me hard

‘Sweet Creature’ appears in Shakespeare’s Othello. A tragedy, Othello is newly married to the beautiful (and faithful) Desdemona. The villain, Lago resents Othello and drives him mad by insinuating that the handsome and charismatic Cassio had an affair with Desdemona. Lago tells Othello that he heard Cassio talk in his sleep:

In sleep I heard him say “Sweet Desdemona Let us be wary, let us hide our loves.” And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, Cry “O sweet creature!” then kiss me hard…”

It’s a really interesting reference. On one hand, Harry is singing with genuine affection and fits the imagined role of Cassio. However, as described in Woman Harry was jealous and he’s also the villain, messing with CH, in a laughably effective way.

If the Othello reference holds, Desdemona had also not cheated on Othello. But by 28 February Harry tweeted 'You can shake an apple off an apple tree.' And by April 29 that may have changed (Illicit Affairs / I did something bad).

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

In out of the Woods and interviews about it Taylor talked about the relationship being tentative and plagued by challenges and poor communication.

Harry did not know where he was going, One Direction was broken up and although he started recording he had not signed a solo record deal.

TS and HS were unable to let each other go for years, often singing about belonging, or eventually being together. Particularly Someday, Satellite, As it Was, The 1 and End Game.

[Pre-Chorus] And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know But oh

'Two hearts one home' references Hopelessly by Crosby, Stills and Nash hoping on Harry’s Another Man Mix Tape. “They are One Person / They are Two Alone”, Nash was longing for Joni Mitchell, an idol of Taylor’s. This line is often read as referring to Gemma and when played it again in 2023 Harry agreed. However I think it wouldn’t have been dropped from the set if it was about Gemma.

In 2016 though, his 'home' was not a building. In the first 2 minutes of the Fine Line interview with Zane Lowe Harry talks about not feeling at home and feeling lost in his house in London on a 5 day 1D break, and glad when it ended. Taylor was a home of the heart, a part of his world and separate to the band. Woman Exile has more on ‘home’.

The idea of one’s sweetheart being home is in the Notebook, Harry’s favourite movie. Old Noah says it to his kids when they ask him to come home with him, his wife is his home.

[Chorus] Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

‘When I run out of road’ reminds us of the amount of Driving in Haylor songs. But this is referring specifically to Harry’s anxiety going solo and trust/hope that Taylor would be there for him. 7 months later in New Years Day she agreed: “I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, Or if you strike out and you're crawling home”

[Verse 2] Sweet creature Running through the garden Oh, where nothing bothered us But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

I think here though the Garden is the beach at Taylors Rhode Island home, (bought when they first dated) where the 1989 and 1989 TV covers and rolling stone beach shoot was. This shoot is referenced in the videos for Style and End Game.

Similar lyrical references are in Cruel Summer (snuck in through the garden gate to seal our fate), Blank Space (Rose Garden filled with thorns) and Betty (In the Garden would you trust me).

Not speaking is also a common theme, best put in Fine Line: "Spreading you open Is the only way of knowing you", and The 1: "And if you wanted me, you really should've showed."

And he posted this when it was released

#haylor #sweet creature #harry styles #Youtube #harry styles debut #hs1

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Xavier wanting you while your dating Ajax.

It started when Xavier was still dating Bianca, You transferred to Nevermore with the promise you could get control over (your power) so you agreed.

Almost everyone tried getting your attention but something about Ajax when you first met him made your cheeks feel hot.

After having a few steady dates Ajax had asked you to be his and you agreed.

Having a very soft and sweet relationship with Ajax that everybody seems to notice or wanna keep talking about.

Going out to the lake late at night just to talk for hours, Going into town to get coffee and window shop while playing around.

Having soft affection with each other (Hand holding, Cheek and nose kisses, Walking with your arms around one another).

Xavier finally notices more about you and feels it hit him hard while now he’s wondering why he’s dating Bianca.

Soon enough the whole school knew not just because of how sweet you were or how helpful but now because you were dating the “Stoner” that was Ajax.

Because of their friendship Xavier got to hear everything about you from Ajax or just from watching you on his own free time, Leading up to his break up with Bianca who didn’t like it and tried getting back with him.

After a few months of seething to himself after watching the two of you act like the perfect couple it hit him that he wanted you.

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Xavier started by becoming friendly with you and helping you when/with what he could while starting to belittle Ajax.

Xavier started really questioning Ajax about the relationship or you feeling like he didn’t know or do enough for you since he’s started to see you as an angel.

He’ll gaslight Ajax and lie to you “Are you sure your good enough for them Ajax? Are you sure they want you?” while to you “Ajax is truly a monster and he just wants to use you” just painting his friend in the worse light.

Only after a few short weeks Xavier finally saw you start to break and really think over your relationship with Ajax as the two best friends started to fight more behind the scenes.

Xavier would do anything in his power to make Ajax become aggressive in front of you and fight with him while he himself would act clueless and innocent wondering why his best friend would do such a thing to him.

Xavier whenever he could he would take small things from you or used you as his biggest muse.

After months Ajax broke and let you go not giving any reason as to why or what happened only that he didn’t wanna date you anymore.

Xavier was there masking his happines while he gave you comfort and held you as long as you wanted before slowly making his way more and more into your life.

Making sure you become co-dependent on himself and twisted both his and your own words just to benefit himself all while playing a sweetheart towards you.

He has you over at his dorm alot since he doesn’t have a room mate or has you glued to his side when out and about even in his shed.

His protectiveness and manipulative additude worsens. He’s acting in your best interest. Have you seen the world? Have you seen the horrible people around school or town? you’re different. You need him; you need him to protect you from whatever danger that threatens to pull you away from him.  

Will use any and all manipulation tactics on you (Crying, Blaming himself, Gaslighting you).

It’s safe to say that most things he does are selfish and impulsive. Everything he does is for his own desire. If he were to do something nice, just know he always expects something in return. Xavier wants you to love him as much as he loves you.

Upon asking you to go to the RaveN with him and you had agreed he knew that would be his chance.

The night of the dance he made it clear to everyone that you were now his and that shouldn’t be questioned even by you.

Will argue and nitpick about things with you like thinking you're still in love with Ajax or if you looked at someone a second too long.

He wants only your eyes on him and will even get into fights with people he thinks is a problem or that gets too close to you while then telling you everything he'd do to the person.

He has and will again threaten to do harm to himself if you ever left him even during arguments he's started.

Will always play sweet like he didn't mean to scare you during fights and normally make it up to you with whatever your little heart desires.

Always has some kind of affection with you no matter what, His arms around you, Holding hands, Mark's he'll leave on you, His hand on your thigh.

People talking about your relationship with Xavier, but knowing there's nothing they can do to help you, especially since Xavier plays the nice guy act so well, and his father is famously known.

Wants you to be a cute little doll for him to have near and show off that doesn't talk or fight back against his word and will reward you if he feels you've been good.

#yandere #yandere xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe hcs #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe headcannons #tw yandere

[matenrou-fan]

Hello!!! How are you? I hope you're having a amazing day! May I request Doppo, Hitoya and Rosho with and S/O (you can choose the gender!) that's a kindergarten teacher? Tysm! your writings are the best!

Doppo, Hitoya and Rosho with fem!s/o who's a kindergarten teacher

hii, sweetheart..! ahh thank you very much, dear, you're so kind!! planned to make it with NB reader yet ended up with fem...

Femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Ahh.. He has no idea how you can get along with such a bunch of kids..

-I'm totally sure he doesn't really know how to treat kids or teenagers. A poor man gets abused by a small girl in one of manga's chapters, and Jiro calls him boomer.. And let's not forget about how Dice treats him after the first division rap battle.. Doppo is frightened by the new generation.

-So seeing you being so cheerful around kids, managing to calm them down and actually making them behave to you.. Ahh, what type of magic do you possess?!

-"I'm actually not surprised.. If I had such a caring, precious teacher back in my childhood, I would be in awe too.." - your boyfriend mumbled, embracing you. - "You're like an angel to them, s/o.."

"I think they just seek some maternality in me, in separation from their mothers for the whole day.." - you giggle, hugging him back. - "It's more like you're the one who sees me as an angel, dear.."

-"How can I not..? You are so kind and loving.. And soft, and warm.." - slight blush covers Doppo's cheek and he looks away, ashamed. - "And you smell so good and sweet.. I can go on endlessly.."

-He actually has a little brother, so maybe you will manage to help him educate him well. Doppo will never tell you, but when you agree to sit with him and his sibling, he can't help but see you as a couple with a kid. Maybe that's why he gets even more softer and quieter than usual..?

-So after some time, as he watched you having fun with kids, he started to wonder what mother you would be for his children.

-He enjoys being with you, enjoys your soothing care and sincere love, yet thoughts about you and him having a love child together, about building a family, a piece of calm paradise in this cruel world.. Maybe Doppo bad at babysitting yet he's willing to learn for your own kids..!

-Ahh, but these thoughts are so embarrassing, how can he even ask you something like that?!

-"Um.. S/o.. What are you thinking about kids..?" - asked Doppo cautiously, one day as you two were cuddling in his bed.

"Mm? Are you trying to ask how I am doing at work?" - you blink, confused. Just why did your boyfriend suddenly get all red and shy again?

"No.. i.." - for a moment he just froze and sigh. - "Yes, how are you doing? Not get tired from such a loud and annoying job?"

-It's good you didn't understand.. After all, he probably should ask such a thing after marriage..? So this would be his first goal.

-He acts like he doesn't care about your workplace (the main thing that you enjoy working here), yet actually absolutely adores it.

-The way you are always surrounded with kids, who keep jumping around you, bubbling about random childish things.. It's hard to keep his smile small and calm.

-"Oi oi, buddy, don't climb on her like that.." - your boyfriend scoffs as he gets to check up on you during his lunch break. Yet it seems like you have no time to relax. - "And you! Don't cling to her leg.."

"Are you jealous?" - you can't help but giggle, caressing the head of one of the little children. - "Don't worry, Hitoya, you can cling to me as much as you want too, but only after work.."

"That's not what I mean.." - he mumbled with furrowed brows.

"S/o.. You have a scary husband.." - one of the girls whispered, hugging you protectively. That was enough to break Hitoya's nerves as he suddenly started to blush.

-It's not like he's jealous or something, especially to random kids, goddammit. Well, maybe a little, as after a long, tiring day in his company all your boyfriend wants is to also receive some pats and cuddles from you.

-He actually appreciates your soft caring behavior, it's like a contrast to his more cold harsh personality.. Yet Hitoya feels like he starts to change, as your heartwarming attention melts him completely.

-"Good morning, darling.. Come on, get up.." - your cheerful voice slowly wakes your boyfriend up, and his sleepy eyes lazily look up at you.

"Mm, just a little bit more.. I don't want to go to work." - Hitoya mumbled with a tired sigh, closing his eyes and almost drifting to sleep again. You get in bed back and hug him and he immediately holds you closer. - "Great, now I have zero wishes to get up at all.. It's your fault, don't you think?"

"Hey..! Stop with these tantrums..! You have responsibilities to do.." - you chuckle, tickling his cheek. - "Or you want me to take you on my job instead? With such an attitude you will fit among some bratty kids just greatly.."

"Haha, funny.. Gonna put me in the corner?" - he laughs, finally slowly gets up with you in his arms. - "Sorry, teacher, I'm too bratty and gonna run away, what will you do about that?"

"Well, for you, Hitoya, I have another punishment. And if you come home tonight in the same mood, I will show you it.."

"Ooh? Now I'm all scared, dear.. Can't wait for the evening to come.."

-Oh, so you can relate to him, when he comes home after work, absolutely drained after a long day of educating childrens..

-Duo of two teachers, what can be better? Rosho's glad to have a girlfriend that has the same work as him.

-"Ahh, this boy I have told you before to skip my classes again.." - he sighs, drinking the warm coffee you made for him after dinner together. - "I have no idea what I should do with him and his parents.."

"Mm.. I do have one bratty little boy in my group too, yet I'm lucky kids can't run away from kindergarten.." - A small chuckle escapes your lips as you get closer and hug your boyfriend.

"Well, the older the kids, the larger the problems with them.." - he leans to your warm touches, feeling light goosebumps on his skin. - "But I'm glad you have more peace at work.."

"I wouldn't call it 'peace', actually.." - you laugh, and Rosho can't help but smile too, adoring your face.

-There's nothing better for him than some person who understands him so much and knows how to cheer him up. The way you always try to be as gentle and caring towards all these kids around you makes Rosho also work hard to understand his students.

-You two always share some professional tips and just support each other in this difficult path of raising a new generation. After all, even you get tired sometimes from your work, wishing for some rest.

-"Here.. This herbal tea will soothe your headache a little.." - Rosho whispers, placing a hot cup on a table near your bed. - "And some cookies as a little snack, before the delivery man comes.."

"Mm? You order delivery?" - you get surprised, laying in bed with tired muscles after an especially busy day with your pupils.

"I didn't want to make any noises in the kitchen to disturb you.. Well, you know how I'm cooking.." - Rosho mumble with soft blush yet you chuckle a little from his last words.

"Mm.. but that's not enough.." - whimsical whine escapes your lips as you bite a cookie. - "I want more.."

"Oh? You spend so much time with kids that you turn into one little scamp yourself?" - your boyfriend smirks, patting your head. - "Adults also need some rewards in their life after work, but don't get too whiny now, okay?"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #doppo kannonzaka x reader #hypnosis mic doppo #hypmic doppo #hypmic hitoya #hitoya x reader #hitoya amaguni #hypnosis mic hitoya #Hitoya Amaguni x reader #hypnosis mic rosho #rosho tsutsujimori x reader #rosho x reader #hypmic rosho #rosho tsutsujimori

[just-a-creep-babe]

Maybe some headcanons for how Liu/Sully, Jeff and BEN would be with a doting, sweet and innocent s/o? Only if you're inspired though ❤️

Tysm for the request luv! ^^ ik it took me a while, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

And creepkinks is coming up next week!!! Hope y’all are as excited as i am <33

Jeff the Killer

Honestly, at first, he‘d be a little... put-off?

He wouldn’t understand why or even how they manage to be so nice all the time—are they trying to get something out of him?

He’d definitely be wary, thinking they have ulterior motives because homeboy does not trust easily

But over time, he’d come accept that it is possible for someone to be as angelic as they are~

He doesn’t know how they’ve managed to survive so long being that sweet & innocent, but he certainly isn’t mad about it

He thinks it’s cute—precious, even—and as he learns to trust them more & more, he becomes increasingly protective of them uwu

He wants to make sure that they keep their innocence at any cost

He gets like this 🤏 close to going full yandere to keep them safe & out of harm’s way ngl

He’s certainly not used to someone doting on him, so at first, he doesn’t really know how to handle the attention

It sometimes overwhelms him & he gets flustered, so he tries to dismiss them

It’s lowkey cute tho?

But it’s not like he doesn’t like the attention; on the contrary, he adores it

It feeds into his massive ego—he just needs to adjust to having another person agree with him that he’s pretty great 😏😘

Overall, things would be off to a rocky start, but once he gets used to how wonderful his little s/o is, he’ll try his damnedest to be a good boyfriend

Which is to say, he won’t be amazing, but he really does try & it’s very sweet to see

He might be an asshole sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some lovin <3

BEN Drowned

Oh, he’s in love~

Baby boy can’t 👏get 👏enough 👏of their attention

He lives for their praise & comfort; they might actually be an angel in his eyes

He straight-up melts whenever they give him affection—to the point where he just wants to be with them all the damn time

He’ll gladly let them baby him as much as they want smdh

He’s too spoiled :”)

Similar to Jeff, he adores how sweet & innocent they are

But, unlike Jeff, instead of growing protective, he’ll inadvertently end up corrupting them :”)

It won’t necessarily be on purpose, it’ll kind of just happen by virtue of BEN being, well, BEN

He can’t deny enjoying being the one that corrupts them tho 😳😳

And in that similar vein of enjoyment, he loves teasing the hell out of them

He just thinks they’re so goddamn cute when they get all bashful >:3c

Like I’ve (probably?) mentioned before, BEN’s big on cuddling, but with an s/o as cute as that, how could he possibly resist keeping his hands off them?

There’s so much physical contact, it’s wild

You can bet movie/video game dates with snacks & blankets are a regular occurrence 😌👌

Homicidal Lui

Ahh, that poor lil s/o is gonna get whiplash with this manses :”)

Lui, on one hand, is just as sweet & doting as they are—if not even more so

He’s always asking if he can get anything for them, or if he can do anything for them, or how their day went and if they ate and if they want anything, anything at all—and that kind of stuff :>

He tries so goddamn hard to please them, they’re treated better than royalty <3

Boy’s always extremely flattered when they return the sentiment; having someone care for him isn’t too much of a regular occurrence :”)

He has self-esteem issues, so he often tries to over-compensate by putting others before him, and a reversal of those roles can be quite jarring

He’s truly a sweetheart, poor baby 😪💗

Their relationship is almost like,, sickly sweet teens during the honeymoon phase of a relationship kinda vibe

Very lovey-dicey, very obnoxious to the people around them, but very sweet lmfao

Sully though, on the other hand?

Oh boy

Dude teases the hell out of their s/o

He tries to corrupt them any & every way he possibly can

Lui gets so fucking pissed at him for messing with his beloved s/o

He always ends up feeling super bad, like he’s ultimately just a burden on his precious lil s/o

So he needs a good amount of reassurance, which is why someone so gentle & doting is honestly kind of perfect for him :”)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #Jeff the killer #ben drowned #Homicidal lui

[june-julie]

Scream queen.

Stu macher x fem!reader

Minors DNI or you will be blocked !

Summary: Stu leaves you alone for a moment and once he returns,he never wanted to wrip your clothes off more than he did right that moment.

Note: okay before I start I just wanted to say, please don’t steal my work, it took me a long time. And also this was originally meant to be for my DR script so i guess you could say I have experience 🤭‼️ im sorry for the horribly explained summary I suck at them.

after agreeing to flee from the events of the woodsboro massacre and settling into an cabin Your parents had bought some time ago to go on break for on summer thanks to a certain blonde boy who you always just cant seem to never say no to. 2 weeks later an idea crosses your mind, that you just couldn’t seem to brush and just had to try out with Stu. At first though, it started off as an innocent thought, and never in a million years had Stu thought you would do something like this, he viewed you as a dove, fragile innocent and he couldn’t possibly let anything happen to he’s little angel.

But oh by god how he would found the scene before him so fucking sexy.

But this thought you had was so reoccurring that one day you gave in that urge you had, and today you felt just about confident enough to do it without cracking a single giggle, because tonight was not going to be a laughing matter. Tonight you were going to show him how much you were grateful for being he’s final girl.

so you crept out of your room silently, hoping Stu wasn’t inside of his room as you snook in to take his murderous stigma. It wasn’t tricky figuring out where he had placed his infamous ghostface ‘costume’ and neither was It hard to spot the shining blade on the window sill. you take his knife (never intending to use it of course) to match your planned attire, then you make sure to take his mask rather than Billy’s, a token for himself afterwards . You find the rest of the infamous ghostface ‘costume’ and do a little altering to it until you were satisfied, and with that you snuck off into your room to set your idea into motion.

a few minutes passed when all of a sudden Stu was looking for you, normally around this time you two would cuddle up together to a nice slasher playing on the television. But this time as much as you wanted too you still didn’t reply when he called out your name, instead making him having to purposely look for you. “..y/n?” He called out from downstairs and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. Biting back a grin you pulled the mask down and unto your face then stood up and went behind the door.

At first, he had thought you playing a trick back on him as he does this kind of stuff to you all the time, and At the thought of that a Mischievous grin tugged at his lips. ‘Awwo, how cute’ he thought, the idea of you thinking you could make him scream made him almost giggle.

But, that is until he looks behind the door and you’re standing there with the ghostface mask, and immediately he’s interest is piqued and you could tell by the way he quirked up his eyebrow.

“Y/n-“

before he says anything you shush him with the dull side of the blade. At first he’s a little unsure what you’re getting at but goes along, trusting you enough that you don’t go gutting him spleen to sternum. But you could tell by that grin on his face and by a certain something else too .. he was excited.

You put the voice modulator up to your mouth and spoke “sit down on the bed, sweetheart.” t came out more of a purr. He did just as you said and sat himself down on the rather comfortable bed and laid he’s hands behind him and from here he looked you up and down observing you almost like prey and fuck, how he enjoyed this.

you walked over to him, and with your free hand, you pushed him down gently with a shove, so he was now laying. And again with Voice modulator up you spoke “oh Stu Stu Stu,” you started, “what am I to do with you, hm? Pretty boy.” And with the dull side of the knife you ran it down his chest teasingly slow until it came to the waistband of his pants. “I don’t know what id like more, to see your insides or for you to feel mine.”

“Honey, if you keep talking Im gonna cum before you even begin” he groaned, looking to you with hooded eyes full of lust as you straddled his lap, you smirked and pulled him for a heated kiss, tugging gently on his soft dirty blonde roots which caused him to groan, you grinded into his lap whether you were aware of it or not. You were already wet but feeling he’s clothed erection your folds practically made you dripping.

Then suddenly you stood up Stu whined from loss of contact “do you promise to be a good boy?” You mock pouted as you batted your lashes At the boy in front of you who was already panting and whining at your feet, he nodded his Head to you. You held his chin and tilted your masked face to him as you tutted “use your words.” And there was something about that modulator that made your already sexy voice just that extra bit arousing. “Ill be good” he replied “atta boy” you released his chin “please y/n” he begs and whimpers, you chuckle. “You’re so fucking needy for my pussy.” You tease all of the blood that was rushed to his face went straight down to his cock.

You undid his pants and slid them to his ankles with ease. teasingly slow you took off his boxer, his erection springing loss and the tip was already leaking with pre-cum and your mouth Just couldn’t help itself and was already watering from the sight. You took off the mask which was made to be in a permanent scream, no need for that you thought, I’ll being my own screaming soon. You looked up at him doe through your eyelashes as you licked the tip, watching as he cursed under his breath “you’re so fucking pretty sweetheart” then you took him all in your mouth, ignoring the arousal that was pooling in your clothed core just for now. His hands went to your hair in a makeshift ponytail and he would occasionally tug at it, making you moan on his cock sending a vibration that he definitely did not miss.

Stu’s strained whimpers filled the dimly lit rooms walls “im gonna, fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly at this pulled away Stu whined “y/nnn!” “Beg for it “ you said “please! “ he whimpered “please what?” You replied edging him “Let me cum on your pretty tits” he whined “your so hot when you beg” you edged, “come on then pretty boy” you fondled his balls and it didnt take much for him be sent over the edge, and he came. Feeling the warm cum on your breast and seep in-between your black delicately laced bra gave you an content sigh at your job ahead of you,

Once he came down from he’s high he snapped into he’s senses, grabbing you by the hand he lead you unto the bed “let me clean pretty princess up” he said, now towering over you. With his hands at either side of your head on the bed he dipped and began licking up his cum on your breast as you released a moan “Stu- fuck,” you could feel him grin as he’s hand wandered down to your arousal, he hooked his fingers around thin fabric as his tongue slid down from your breast to your stomach until he went lower.

He wasn’t gonna let you play psycho killer so easily without punishment.

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parenthood part seventeen: complications

a/n: happy sunday! hope you all have a great day and week up ahead. feedback is appreciated if you have the time! enjoy <3

warnings: swearing, complex family dynamics

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     Maddie’s gender reveal is in full swing, and even though everyone is smiling, happy, and drinking, you can feel the missing pieces of the puzzle. Topper and Sarah — both noticeably absent — should be here. 

It’s your first gathering since the news had been spread around about what happened. Everyone feels the heavy weight of the situation, and although you and Maddie had spoken extensively on the subject, the both of you exchange long glances as you stand by Rafe’s side.

“Want another drink, sweetheart?” Rafe asks you, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“I’m okay,” you reply, “How’s Jo?”

Rafe chuckles, “I think she’s still playing hard to get.”

You laugh and look over to your daughter, who is pouting and crossing her arms over her chest. Scott had been dying to pick her up and hold her all day, but she refused and demanded Topper’s presence. Committed, Scott stands beside her, towering over her little body and sipping his beer as he waits her out. 

After another minute, he looks down at her and smiles, then squats down to her height. 

“Hey, lovebug,” he tries, “Can I just—”

“No,” Josie stops him. 

“But—”

“Can I have your phone?” she asks. 

Scott pulls his phone right out of his pocket and unlocks it, then hands it over. Expecting her to pull up any one of the many games he has downloaded for her and Connor, his eyebrows raise when she opens his FaceTime app and dials Topper right up. 

He picks up on the third ring, and both you and Rafe watch her erupt into a huge grin at the sight of his face. 

“Hi, angel,” he says into the phone. 

“Connor! Uncle Topper’s on the phone!” 

She takes Scott’s phone and sprints out of the kitchen, running off to find Connor. Scott sighs and stands up, puffing out his cheeks as he exhales. You catch his eye and laugh, ushering him over. 

“Should I be concerned that I’m not her favorite anymore?” he asks you. 

“What gives you the impression you ever were?” you tease. 

“Oh, that’s so mean,” he shakes his head, “I feel so bad for her. She seems like she misses him a lot.”

“She does,” you agree, “But she’ll come around eventually. We just have to be patient with her.”

“What about Little Cam?”

“He’s acting strong, but I think he misses Topper a lot, too. It’s just a big change for them, and they don’t really understand any part of it.”

Scott nods, then gives you a small smile, “And what about you?”

“I miss him, too,” you confess, “It’s a tough situation to even try to understand.”

“I get it. Who knew this whole adult thing would be so complicated?”

You laugh, “I know. Speaking of, how are things with Mae?”

Mae, the girl Scott is hopelessly in love with, has been politely pushing him away for the last two months. He’s tried everything he can think of to get her to stay, but from what he tells you, there’s a lot of reluctance from her about getting involved with him. Some sort of family politics that Scott doesn’t fit into. 

“I don’t know,” he practically groans, “Every time I think I’m breaking those walls down, she builds them right back up. I’m at a loss. I guess I should just move on.”

“Do you feel like you could ever get her to open up to you? Or does it just take more work than you’re willing to put in?”

Scott’s eyes widen slightly, and when he turns to look at you, you can tell you’ve struck something inside of him. 

“You, my sister, are brilliant,” he whispers, “I’ve got to go make a phone call.”

He gives you a smile and starts to step away, then stops and chuckles to himself. 

“What?” you ask.

“Your daughter has my phone,” he laughs, “I’m gonna go see how she’s doing.”

You watch him exit the kitchen, then stroll over to Maddie, who is obsessively organizing cupcakes at the bar. She gives you a sheepish smile when she sees you approaching, then extracts her hand from the food. 

“I'm nervous,” she admits. 

You laugh lightly, watching her smile, “Why?”

“I’m gonna sound like a psycho, Y/N, and, I don’t want you to think I am one, but, you know, maybe—”

“Mads,” you chuckle, taking her hands in yours, “Talk to me.”

She sighs, “Kelce won’t tell me what he wants the baby to be. It’s driving me insane.”

You nod, showing her you understand, “What do you want the baby to be?”

Maddie glances quickly at Kelce, who is laughing and drinking with Rafe, then looks back to you. She covers her mouth with her hand, flashing her wedding ring before she says the word through her skin. 

“Boy.”

Your eyes widen, “Really?”

“Yes,” she nods, “I just — I don’t know how to explain it. I can feel him in there. I’m afraid that Kelce wants a girl. He keeps telling me he doesn’t care, just as long as they’re healthy. I think he’s not telling me the truth, though.”

“He is,” you promise her, squeezing her hands, “I promise you that. He lives for you and Noah and this baby. Don’t worry about anything.”

She smiles, a pout present on her lips as she nods. You pull her in for a hug and squeeze her tight, pulling back only when you hear Josie’s sniffles enter the kitchen once more. 

“Daddy,” she calls out. 

Rafe spins at a speed you only ever see when it’s her, and when he sees her crying state, he’s quick to rush over and kneel down. 

“What’s wrong, princess?”

He lifts her up in his arms and rubs her back, which only encourages more tears from her.

“I miss Uncle Topper,” she whines. 

“I know you do,” he whispers to her, kissing her temple, “I do, too. Did you get to talk to him on the phone?”

“Mhm,” she hums, “Told him to come home but he said he can’t.”

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Rafe mumbles, “He’ll be home before you know it.”

Josie barely nods, instead making herself at home on Rafe’s chest. Her head lays itself on his shoulder and her hands lock around his neck, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He grips her with one hand and picks up his beer with the other, stepping back over to Kelce to continue their conversation. 

Connor comes wandering in with Noah, who both look around the room until they find Josie settled in with Rafe. Noah makes his way over to Kelce while Connor comes to you, slotting his hand in your own. 

“Hey, Mama,” he greets, “Can I have a cupcake?”

You laugh, “Not just yet, handsome.”

Maddie scoffs, looking down at Connor and shaking her head. 

“She’s crazy,” Maddie stage whispers, then plucks one of the cupcakes she’d impulsively organized right up and hands it off. 

“Thanks, Aunt Mads!” he grins. 

“Here,” she hands him another, “Take this to your sister. Cheer her up.”

Connor nods and smiles, hurrying off to Rafe and Josie. You give her a smile and a shake of the head, which makes her laugh. You’re grateful for it, because it means she’s not as worried about the reveal or Kelce’s thoughts. 

     Ever the organizer, Maddie ushers everyone into the kitchen when it’s time. You can tell how nervous she is and do your best to help get everything under control for her; keeping the kids in line and telling Scott to hush when he begs for Josie to come to him. You grab Connor’s hand while Rafe holds Josie, then guides you back against him. His arm wraps loosely around you, and the four of you watch along with everyone else as Kelce, Maddie and Noah prepare to cut open their cake. 

When Kelce and Maddie were pregnant with Noah, Kelce did not want to know the gender. Maddie did, and thus, found out herself. Their compromise this time around is to do this gender reveal, but do it at the six month mark. That way, Maddie has time to prepare, and Kelce has ample time to process the pregnancy in whatever way he chooses.

Now, at six months pregnant, Maddie holds Noah up while Kelce prepares to cut into the cake. His face reads hesitance, and you know exactly why. Kelce looks up at Rafe the same second Maddie looks up at you. As happy as this day should be, you all can feel the two key elements missing. You give her an encouraging nod, then watch as Kelce sucks in a breath and pushes the thought away. 

When Kelce cuts into the cake, you swear you could hear a pin drop as everyone waits for some sort of reaction. It isn’t until he lifts the cake knife and reveals the color of the inside to only them that you see a reaction. Maddie laughs, almost in relief, and reaches out for him. Kelce grins, pulling Maddie and Noah into his arms right away. 

“It’s a boy,” Kelce announces, still clutching his family. 

The room erupts in cheers and claps as you all settle into the reality of another boy joining this group. A grumpy Josie even joins in on the clapping, but doesn’t bother lifting her head up from Rafe’s shoulder. 

Everyone gets in their hugs before migrating outside, where Noah and Connor kick a soccer ball in the yard and Josie remains stuck to Rafe. Scott, still pouty, sits beside them and begs her to crawl over. She doesn’t, but you can tell by her devious expression that she’s enjoying the attention. 

Maddie eventually settles into the chair beside you, handing you a hard seltzer while she sips from her water glass. 

“You didn’t have to get me a drink,” you say. 

She narrows her eyes, “I’m drinking it vicariously through you. Go on.”

You laugh and crack open the drink, sipping on it while you adjust your chair to fully face her. She leans her elbow down on the table and swallows, then lowers her voice to talk just above a whisper. 

“Have you reached out to her?” she asks. 

You shake your head, “Not since I found out. Rafe is still pretty upset about her choice. I don’t want to stir the pot.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, “This all just doesn’t feel right without her. Without Top.”

“Maybe she just needs more time,” you volunteer, hoping that’s all it is.

“Y/N,” Maddie groans, “I’m pregnant. You’re a mother of two. If anyone understands what she’s going through, it’s us. And, to be honest, don’t you think it’s shitty of her to just run off and leave all of us? Leave Topper?” 

You close your eyes for a moment in an attempt to gather your thoughts, to find the best way to respond to that. A million responses flow through your mind before you decide just to be honest and tell Maddie exactly what you think.

“Of course I do,” you whisper, “I’m angry at her for leaving us, leaving our children, with no goodbye. No explanation. But I won’t crucify her for that, either. Who knows, maybe this all just a moment’s panic, and she’ll come home with Topper. Maybe it isn’t as bad as we think.”

Maddie doesn’t hesitate, “Maybe we don’t even know half of how bad it is.”

You go silent at that, swallowing down your emotions before they grow too out of hand. She nods to the can, silently demanding you drink more. You do, letting the alcohol burn up the words in your throat. 

Behind you, Scott’s voice sounds. You look over your shoulder and watch him try to coax Josie away from Rafe again, desperate but losing. 

“Come on, lovebug. Just one hug. I’m celebrating something.”

Josie’s saucer eyes land on him, “What?”

“I got a date with a pretty girl,” he explains, “Can I have a hug, now?”

She ignores his request, but sits up in Rafe’s lap and frowns. Rafe, too busy in conversation with Kelce, gives her an instinctual kiss on the top of her head as she moves. 

“A girl?” Josie questions, “What girl?”

“A girl I’ve had a crush on for a really long time. She’s smart, funny, and beautiful, and I think the two of you would be best friends.”

“Best friends?” she repeats. 

“Yeah, baby. How are we looking on that hug?”

She smiles and stands up on Rafe’s thigh, then reaches out for Scott. He plucks her right up and into his arms, attacking her cheeks with kisses until she squeals. When he pulls back, flashing her a wide smile, she pokes his cheek with her pointer finger. 

“I thought I was your girl,” she pouts. 

Scott’s eyes melt, “You are my girl. Tell you what, how about I take you on a date next week? We can go anywhere you want.”

“Even for ice cream?” she asks, eyes wide.

Scott laughs, “Yes, even for ice cream.”

Josie grins and melts into his arms, settling in for her long term seat on his lap. He runs his fingers through her hair, brushing out the knots and giving her kisses on the top of her head while she relaxes into him. You laugh; unable to contain the humor in the fact that she has all these men just absolutely wrapped around her finger. 

Maddie ushers the can to your lips once more, and soon, you’ve finished off the entire drink in much less time than you usually would. Given that you’d already had a few before this, your head starts to spin — not drunk, but enough that you know you need to stop. Rafe’s hand finds yours, fingers looping through one another as he squeezes lightly. You look over and give him a smile, then gesture for a kiss, which he gives you. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks when he pulls back. 

“I am most definitely okay,” you nod. 

Rafe smiles at you, then looks over to Maddie and drops it, “Stop giving her drinks.”

Maddie pouts, “Can you drink for me, then, Cameron?”

“Will you leave my wife alone?”

“Maybe.”

“Fine,” Rafe grunts, squeezing your hand before he releases it and stands with Maddie to go get another drink, “I’ll get you some water.”

You mumble out a ‘thanks’ and rock in your chair, looking around the backyard at the trees and the kids playing. Everything seems peaceful and okay; things are starting to feel right. You’re not sure if that’s the alcohol running through your veins, but just as you settle in, your phone starts to buzz in your back pocket. You pull it out lazily, knowing anyone who could need you is already here. Your eyes bulge when you see the name on the screen. 

Sarah Cameron. Calling you. You suck in a shaky breath and rise from the table, doing your best to look sober. Scott gives you a weird glance, but you gesture for him to stay with Josie as you hurry inside with your phone. 

With a shaky hand, you slide your finger across the screen to pick up the call, taking another calming breath before you speak. 

“Hello?”

The call goes silent for a moment. There’s no motion, no indication that anyone is even there. Your heart sinks at the idea that she may have butt-dialed you, but before you settle on that, her voice rings through. 

“Y/N?”

Your eyes flutter closed at the sound of Sarah’s voice after all this time and all this stress. 

“Hey,” you say, “It’s nice to hear from you.”

“Yeah, you too,” she mumbles, “Maddie’s gender reveal was today?”

She asks it in the form of a question, but you know she’s sure. Maddie had sent her invite along with Topper when he left. 

“Yeah,” you nod, “It’s a boy.”

Sarah chuckles, “Oh, God. Another boy. Jo’s gonna be all by herself, huh?”

You bite back the comment that forms on your lips, instead opting for a light chuckle and forced smile. 

“Not necessarily. Not if your baby is a girl.”

Sarah’s end of the call goes silent. You almost regret it. Almost. She clears her throat and lets out a breath while you hold yours. 

“Right,” she finally stutters out, “Um, I— I don’t really know what to say, Y/N. I don’t know if you hate me or disagree with me or never want to hear from me again, I just don’t know.”

“I don’t hate you, Sarah,” you sigh, “And, honestly, my opinion of your situation doesn’t matter. You made your decision, and Topper made his, and what anyone else thinks isn’t important.”

She’s quiet for a moment, and when she speaks again, you can tell that she’s holding back tears. 

“Will you tell me your opinion, anyway?”

You swallow and hesitate, but the drinks you’d had somehow give you the confidence to give Sarah what she wants. 

“My opinion is that I don’t understand the choice you’re making. I don’t understand how you could just give up your child or leave Topper like that. But just because I don’t understand it doesn’t make it the wrong decision. If you’re not ready to be a mom, Sarah, that’s fine. At least you have the guts to say so now instead of halfway through your child’s life.”

She remains quiet for a long time after you stop speaking. So much so that you sit down on Maddie’s couch and listen to the silence, only her exhales echo through the phone. Finally, she sniffles and sucks in a breath, then speaks. 

“I’m not ready to be a mom, Y/N. I told Topper that I changed my mind months ago. I also told him about my interview in Boston, and how excited I was. He knew about everything I wanted. He wasn’t blindsided by any of my choices. And getting pregnant doesn’t change what I want. I have goals. Things I want to accomplish. I don’t want to just be a mom forever, you know?” 

You purse your lips, “You mean, you don’t want to be me forever.” 

You listen as Sarah stutters over a few syllables, then finally sighs in defeat. 

“We have different life choices,” she reasons, “And that’s okay. Y/N, I respect everything you’ve done since you started dating my brother. It’s just not what I want for myself. At least not right now.” 

You close your eyes as you digest her words, understanding every single one of them. Even if it’s not the choice you would make, it’s reasoning you comprehend, no less. 

“I get that, Sarah, I do. It’s just a very big decision.”

“Yeah, one that I have nine months to make sure I got right,” she answers, “Look, I’m not in love with Topper anymore. I can’t marry him. I won’t.” 

Your heart sinks, but you decide not to fight her on that. Instead, you choose to change the subject. 

“Have you been to the doctor recently?” 

“Two days ago,” she answers, “Topper went, too. The baby is perfectly healthy.” 

You smile, opening your mouth to reply when the back door slides over. Rafe’s eyes meet yours and he smiles softly as he closes the door behind himself. 

“That’s great,” you reply, squirming slightly as you try to figure out what to do. 

Rafe sits down beside you on the couch and reaches for your free hand, then leans down and kisses your shoulder. You give him a tight smile, one he returns. 

“How’s my brother?” Sarah asks, her voice more snippy than it had been. As if she already knows how Rafe is doing with her choice. 

“As expected.” 

Sarah scoffs, “So, you’re saying he’s never going to speak to me again, huh?” 

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you respond, trying and failing to lower your voice. 

Rafe pokes your side, and without thinking, you turn back to look at him. He furrows his brows and tips his chin up, mouthing Who is it? 

“Whatever,” Sarah mumbles, “Rafe would disapprove of any choice I make.” 

“That’s not true, Sarah,” you reply. 

Rafe’s eyes go wide as he processes what you’ve just said. He reaches for the phone then, and you actively have to pull back from him. 

“Ever so loyal to him, aren’t you?” she chuckles, “Anyway, I just wanted to call and see how things are. I’m sorry things are so messy right now.” 

You swat at Rafe’s hands, narrowing your eyes and glaring at him just to get him to stop. 

“Don’t apologize. You can call me whenever you want. If you have pregnancy questions, or just want to talk, or whatever. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” 

Sarah lets out a breath of relief, “Thanks, Y/N. I’ll let you get back to it. Tell the kids I love them, okay?” 

“I will,” you lie, knowing it’s better to not broach the subject at all with the kids, “Talk soon.” 

“Okay, bye.” 

Rafe claws at your phone one last time before the line disconnects, then drops to your lap. He sighs and collapses back on the couch, running a stressed hand through his hair. 

“What did she say?“ he asks, keeping his eyes on your phone instead of you. 

“She misses you,” you try. 

He rolls his eyes, “Bullshit.” 

“Rafe,” you groan, “She’s struggling. She just needs to know that we’re in her corner.”

“I am most definitely not in her corner for this,” he answers you, eyebrows furrowed with anger toward her choice, “What else did she say?”

You look up at him then, at his blue eyes and his desperate expression. You want to lie; to give him some amazing reason why Sarah’s doing all of this that will settle the part of him that can’t believe the situation. You want to give him peace. But you know he knows you better than that, and you’d never get away with it. 

“She’s not in love with Topper anymore,” you mumble. 

He curses under his breath, “So, no shot at one big, happy family, then?”

His tone is sarcastic, but underneath that, you know it’s what he wants for his sister. He wants her to have what he has — to give his kids cousins to play with and have big Thanksgiving reunions with all of the kids and couples. 

“Rafe, baby, I—”

“You know what?” he says quickly, standing from the couch and setting his hands on the waistband of his jeans, “Fuck her. If she wants to move up to Boston and give up her kid and her entire life, then fuck her. I don’t want her around our children. I don’t want her calling you for words of encouragement when she starts to doubt her decision. If Sarah wants to make a fucking big girl decision, she can make it without the rest of us. She’s cut off. I don’t care if she—”

Maddie slides the back door open and peaks her head in with a smile, but when she feels the tension and takes in the expressions on both of you, she puffs out her cheeks and drops her eyes. 

“Oh, I’ll come back,” she says, already starting to duck back out. 

“No, Mads—” you try, but she shuts the door before you can stop her completely. Rafe, still fuming, doesn’t seem to care much that the two of you had just essentially kicked Maddie out of her own home. 

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Rafe continues, “I don’t want you picking up when she calls. This is ridiculous. She’s obviously coming to you because she knows you’re the one who will tell her what she wants to hear.”

Your brows raise, “Really? Elaborate more on that, please.”

Rafe opens his mouth to speak, and with one quick glance at you, his expression changes. Immediately, he starts to shake his head. 

“I know that look. That’s the ‘I’m about to get in trouble’ look. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” you question innocently, “I just want to know why you think I’m the weakest link. That’s essentially what you’re saying, right?” 

“No,” he says right back, “I’m saying that you’re the one all of us come to when we need to talk through something. And I love that about you, but in this case, I’m asking you not to do that.”

You nod your head in understanding, then rise from the couch and walk over to him. He watches every move you make as you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, fix his wrinkled tee shirt, and place your palms against his chest. Just before he reaches up to pull you closer, you speak.

“I’d do almost anything for you,” you whisper, “But not this.”

His jaw clenches, “Y/N.”

You smile sadly, running your hands up and down the length of his chest, “I’m just a mom, Rafe. And I’ll play that role to anyone who needs it.”

He shakes his head to show his confusion, trying to figure out where these words came from in your head. He reaches up and grabs your forearms, stilling your movement on his chest. 

“Who said that to you, huh?” he questions, “Did Sarah tell you that?”

“No, I—”

“You are not just a mom, Y/N,” he practically growls, “Like that’s not already the most honorable title anyone could hold. You’re my wife. You’re a daughter. A sister. A friend. An employee to my stepmom, no less. You’re the most resilient—”

“Rafe,” you groan, “Let’s not make this conversation about me, all right?”

“Why not? All of my conversations should be about you.”

You give him a weak smile and shake your head, “Look, baby, I want to respect anything you ask me to do for you. I do. But Sarah is my friend, okay? She’s just scared right now. Let me try to help her.”

Although reluctant, Rafe eventually nods his head slowly in agreement. You give him a smile and let him pull you all the way in, where he kisses your temple and squeezes you tight. A comfortable silence falls over the room as Rafe clings to you, and you barely even register the back door slide open. 

“Hey,” Kelce gains your attention, “We’ve been making bets outside as to whether you guys are fighting or not. If you’re not, Scott owes me five bucks.”

Rafe glares at him, “We’re not.”

Kelce cheers and shuts the door again, but not before you hear a faint ‘Hand it over, loser.’

Rafe’s chest deflates with a long breath before he reaches down and angles your chin up, getting a good look at you. 

“I’m in love with you,” he whispers. 

You grin, “Yeah, you’re okay, too.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, but the smile that spreads across his face feels worth it to you. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. Give me a kiss, please.”

You stand up on your tiptoes and meet Rafe halfway for a kiss. When he pulls back, all traces of tenseness and anger seem to be gone. 

“I love you, too,” you say. 

“I send my thanks out into the universe every day for that,” he replies, and although his tone is light, his eyes tell a different story, “We should get back out there.”

“Yeah,” you nod in agreement. He loops his fingers through yours and starts to tug you toward the back door, but you remain rooted in your spot, “Hey, Rafe?”

“Yes, baby?” he asks, turning around. 

You take a deep breath, pursing your lips in hesitation before you speak, “I think you should reconsider your stance on Sarah.”

His jaw winds at the mere mention of her, but when he looks you in the eye, his shoulders drop. Slowly, he nods and gives you a small, reassuring smile. 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll think about it.”

You smile, walking to him and placing a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, handsome.”

He grins and tugs you toward the back door, but stops before he pulls it open. The door is glass, meaning everyone can see the two of you as you refuse to come out. 

“I’d do anything for you,” he promises, “All you have to do is ask me.”

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A question for skz!pack

Who is the brattiest member I'm the pack?let that be sexually or just in general

"Well, Minho would say me." You laugh, and the other alpha arches a brow, a slight smirk pulling at his full lips.

"I most definitely would say that, sweetheart."

"But-" You wave a finger in his direction, mockingly stern. "That's mainly just with you. Because you push my buttons until you pull that side out of me. You do it on purpose. So you can't complain."

Minho grins. "Also true."

"With everyone else, I'm a perfect angel."

"I mean-" Changbin rolls his eyes good naturedly. "-I wouldn't go that far."

You shoot him a glare, and the other alpha looks to Chan with a helpless sort of air.

"C'mon, hyung. Back me up here."

Your glare turns to Chan, and he's already backpedaling.

"Okay, whoa, first off, don't drag me into this-"

"You're the pack alpha!"

"Ohoho, baby, you're already in this."

"I would just like to say-" Hyunjin raises his voice above the current chaos, waving a finger in the air to get everyone's attention, an offended look gracing his pretty features. "-that I'm entirely offended that no one nominated me for brattiest pack member."

"Oh, that's the right call." Jeongin instantly agrees, pointing at Hyunjin like he's just made a critical discovery, and the omega sits back on the couch, arms folded, looking triumphant.

"Thank you!"

"Hyunjin's not a brat, he's just a bitch." Jisung deadpans, and Hyunjin instantly jumps him, putting him into a headlock as they scrabble and screech on the couch.

Seungmin dodges the flying feet of his pack mates with an oddly long suffering expression, before saying over the din, "No, Hyunjin's a brat. Always has been, always will be."

"Thank you!" Hyunjin repeats again, louder this time, as he wrestles Jisung down into the couch, shoving a pillow over his face as the beta continues to yell muffled curse words. "I am the brat, thank you!"

"The bitch-!" Jisung manages to maneuver around the pillow enough to screech out, before Hyunjin promptly pile drives him back into the couch cushions.

"Oh my god." Changbin groans, shuffling to the edge of the couch, away from the current scuffle. "Hyung, move over. I'm coming to sit by you."

"Sorry. No room." Minho instantly spreads his legs, throwing an arm around Felix and Jeongin on either side of him, staring Changbin down with a knowing smirk.

Chan sighs. "Honestly. I think you're all brats sometimes."

"Hah!" Jisung crows triumphantly, out of breath, wiggling frantically to make an escape from under Hyunjin's dead weight. "Hear that, Jinnie? You're not as special as you think you are!"

The omega sticks a finger in Jisung's mouth with a pointed glare and the beta bites down hard in retaliation.

The fighting once again resumes.

"Except Felix." You point out, completely ignoring the chaos devolving across the room. "Because he really is a perfect angel."

"True." Chan nods, grinning and cocking his head in the omega's direction. "Very true."

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