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ridestomars · 9 months

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ISN'T SHE LOVELY? – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: the party meets y/n and steve's firstborn. 𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: girl dad!steve. the baby's name is amelia. too much fluff. everyone is alive and well thank you. one dirty dancing reference. bad grammar, italics & not proofread (hey it's me). 2k-ish words. weird divs :/

💭 liv's thoughts: this is based on an idea i had last year (s4 i miss you) and a sequel of sorts to my 'all is well universe' of sunny days that won't ever end – you don't have to read it, but pls do it's v sweet. i hope you like it! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

The sound of loud chattering could be heard from the end of the hallway, which wasn't surprising, given the number of people that were sharing the limited space of the apartment's living room. The kids – can you even call them that anymore? – were never known for their ability to speak quietly whenever they were together. However, everyone seemed to be in such a good mood that you can even hear the loud sound of Jonathan's laugh. There's a first time for everything, right?

You held the small baby in your arms, walking in slow steps out of her little nursery. Though you tried not to disturb your daughter too much, Amelia already had her big brown eyes open and searching for the source of all that noise. She wasn't used to such noises, being too accustomed to her parents' soft-spoken voices and the entertaining sound of their television – that didn't play anything other than Steve's recordings of Barney episodes. It's only natural that she finds the commotion strange.

As you arrive in the living room, you are greeted by Steve in his typical mom pose, hands on his hips as he watches Michael and Max's every move, anxiously waiting for his girls. From his stance, you can see that he already regrets the idea of inviting everyone over. Taking in the very worried furrow of his eyebrows, you just know that he is going over the most pessimistic thoughts as he looks at the crowded living room.

Appearing with the small baby in your arms, everyone gasped in surprise and amazement, including Steve, who quickly made his way over to you with the goofiest, most endearing smile. His big hands wrap around Amelia's small frame, as he leans down to take her from your arms. He has that sweet look on his face, that brightens even more when he sees the chubbiness of the baby's laughing cheeks. Delicately, like he's carrying the world's most precious jewel (he is!), your husband shows Amy to everyone, with a proud glimmer in his eyes.

"There she is!" he maneuvers her chubby body tenderly, making the baby sit on his arm to face everyone. Her upper body leaned on his chest for support, and she squealed happily when her curious eyes noticed how many people were in their living room. Unhesitating, Steve translates it to everyone, "Millie says hi".

That was enough to erupt a string of awws, sighs and one high-pitched "she's so adorable!" from Eddie. It was funny to see how a human being so small had everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger. Even Max, who usually had a hard time showing any emotion other than pure annoyance, was goofily smiling at the baby, admiring her brown (and very full) hair and round cheeks.

The kids were the most eager to get to know Amelia, with Dustin being the spokesman for their wishes, telephoning almost every day since the baby was born to ask when they could meet her. So, it's no surprise that the first person to make grabby hands to hold her next was Henderson himself. "C'mon, Steve, let me hold my goddaughter!" he exclaims as he looks at your girl in absolute awe.

"Your goddaughter?" Eddie asks, scoffing from his seat at the couch's armrest, next to the boy. "Yeah, right".

"Guys," Robin quickly intervenes, rolling her eyes as she watches the two bickering all over again over the matter. She was seated comfortably in the chair by your living room's small table, alongside Vicky. "Not this again, please?"

That wasn't enough to silence Eddie and Dustin, who began to argue harder about who is supposed to be the baby's godfather. The usual arguments were professed, "You're not old enough!", "but I'm the most mature!", "The baby's lullaby shouldn't be Dio!", "And it shouldn't be Weird Al Yankovic either!"

Given that he couldn't clap, Steve stomped his foot on the ground as he commanded the room's attention to him again, "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed, letting out a satisfied breath when everyone falls silent again. "So, before we let you hold our daughter, I'd like to go over some rules-".

Loud groans erupt from everyone's mouths, and Amelia looks up at her dad, even more curious.

The kids were squished on the living room's small couch, surprisingly fitting in the space where you and Steve had a hard time adjusting in. Eleven was sitting on the side of the couch's armrest, patiently kicking her feet as Mike, Will, and Dustin elbowed each other in a silent fight for more space by her side. At the end of the couch, Max, Lucas and Erica found a way to position themselves without struggling too much. It was so crowded that poor Suzy had to sit on an old puff that Steve had bought in a garage sale when you moved in together ("It'll come in handy one day, you'll see!" Steve exclaimed while he walked off the sale holding the object, victoriously), right at Dustin's feet. On one side of the sofa, Eddie was slouched on the armrest, while Nancy sat on the other, as put-together as ever. Near her, Jonathan leaned against the apartment's wall, chatting with Argyle and Eden.

Amelia was carefully handed to Dustin, who sat in the middle of the couch. You figured it was the best position to have everyone look at her, an democratic decision, but it was still possible to hear Eddie complaining under his breath.

Your daughter got used to Dustin's hold fast, only shifting her tiny body over his arms a couple of times to find her position. When she did, Amy made one of those adorable baby sounds, showing everyone that she was incredibly satisfied now; and it was like the world had stopped for all of them. The only thing that mattered was to witness baby Harrington simply exist. Feasting your eyes on the scene, you hold Steve's waist, hugging him from behind as you rest your face against his arm, not being able to battle the tears that filled your eyes. Your heart was swelling with pride.

"She's pretty," El murmured, her voice sounding even quieter now, as her eyes sparkled at the sight of the little one.

With a trembling voice, Dustin agreed, "She is very pretty".

"Yeah," Will says as he watches Millie yawn, "She looks just like you, Y/N".

"Lucky for her," Mike and Max remark in unison, immediately glaring at each other with narrowed eyes. That makes everyone laugh, and baby Amelia opens up her eyes to check it out, opening a toothless grin after. Max, feeling as if her witty remark was stolen by the boy, adds, "It'd be such a shame if she had Steve's dead-fish stare. Thank God she has Y/N's eyes, too".

At that, your husband gawks at her, letting out an offended gasp. He's so upset that his mouth hangs open, as he looks at her, in complete silence. Catching his incredulity, Max only shrugs, as if to say, "What can I do?".

"Well, at least she has his hair," Lucas observes, mediating the situation, as usual.

"Thank you, Lucas!" Steve breathes out, feeling he got the justice he deserved.

The bickering soon faded into a familiar silence, as everyone's attention fell fully on your little girl, who slept peacefully in Dustin's arms, completely ignoring the commotion around her. And that was when the emotional weight of the moment fell on all of you. Glistened eyes watched in tranquility as the baby squirmed every once in a while, as the importance of the scene settled. Amelia's sole existence reassured you of a peace that you hadn't known in years, as if she was the last step in sealing the serene fate that awaited all of you. She was living proof that life is still normal, and despite all the hard times, it isn't all that bad, actually.

Seeing those grown-up kids taking care of a small piece of you and Steve filled your heart with delight, and a different sense of fulfillment that you hadn't known until now. It's so meaningful.

The nostalgia of seeing their sweet faces intensified when the kids started to argue about who was going to hold Amelia next, and suddenly the apartment was filled with loud chattering all over again. Just like the old times… but, somehow, better.

"Jonathan, look!" Nancy points out to little Amelia scrunching her nose, as if to suggest that he should snap a picture of the baby like that. Now, the kid was laying in Robin's arms, having her full head of hair brushed by Auntie Bobby – the lame nickname was picked by Steve, of course. "What a cute little nose you have, Amy!"

The oldest Wheeler compliments the baby in a high-pitched tone, as if the girl would actually understand. By her side, Jonathan kept taking pictures of the baby, snapping beautiful frames with that domestic feeling that you're growing used to; he promised that he'll develop all of them later.

"When's her birthday?" Eden asks quietly, as she smooches her face against Argyle's arm, watching the baby in wonder.

"October thirty-first," Steve answers quickly, not helping himself. Ever since the baby was born, he started to cultivate this staggering need to answer anything Amelia-related, talking about her constantly as if he didn't know how to chat about anything else.

With that spaced-out way of his, like he just had snapped out of a trance by the baby's birth date, Argyle lets out a chuckle, looking down at Millie with… respect, it seemed. "Ooh, Scorpio. Cool, man".

Then, everyone falls back into silence, just appreciating her small features and lovable babbles. However, Steve seems a little skeptical about how cool it is for his kid to be a Scorpio, and he slowly turns his head to look at you, giving Argyle a bit of a side-eye when he does so. "What did he mean by that? Isn't that, like, bad?" he whispers to you, still watching your friends interact with Amelia from the corner of his eyes.

"No!" you immediately reassure him, telling a little half-truth, "It just means that she's very… sweet".

Steve seems satisfied by your answer, mainly because he doesn't ask any further questions, and he goes back to keeping his eyes on Robin, making sure that she's holding your kid correctly. It isn't his fault that she has spaghetti arms, alright?

Eddie soon joins in, though he doesn't look very pleased about it, walking to stand in front of Robin with an exasperated expression on his face. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the girl. You watch the scene unfold with confusion.

"Well?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows as if he is waiting for something, though he doesn't say what it is.

Rob looks up, still playing with the baby's hair, pursing her lips while she waits for Eddie to explain why he is interrupting her moment with Amelia. From over her shoulder, Vicky makes funny faces at the small girl, making loud squeals come out of your daughter's mouth.

When he doesn't say anything, Robin asks, "What, Munson?", blinking her eyes vigorously as she tilts her head.

"You're taking too long!" he tells her like that was the only answer possible. "It's been fifteen minutes already, it's my turn!"

After Eddie's little protest (thankfully, he didn't feel the need to get on top of your table this time), everyone took turns holding baby Millie in their arms. You didn't mind it, because you knew that your friends were just very excited to be meeting your daughter for the first time, but you cannot say the same for Steve. He was hating every second of it.

"Y/N, I can't take it," he breathes out once he pulls you to the side, hiding with you in the kitchen, away from prying ears, "They're passing her around like a joint".

"Relax, Stevie," you try to calm him down, though it's useless. Spying into the living room again, you see that Amelia is laying in Eleven's arms, which warms your chest a little. "El's rocking her to sleep, there's no prob-"

You quickly stop talking when Mike takes the baby from his girlfriend's grasp, having a hard time managing his long limbs around the kid's small frame. Eyes widening, you look to Steve, wanting to catch his reaction to the scene.

And he's fuming.

But just as he is getting ready to stomp his way over to Michael, you hold his arm, keeping him back and away from the kids. "Give them a break," is how you begin to reason with him, "he's getting the hang of it".

"Well, my daughter shouldn't be their little guinea pig," he huffs back, crossing his arms.

"Don't be like that," you persuade. "You didn't know how to hold her either, and now you're, like, a pro. Right?".

His hardened expression seems to melt at your compliment – Steve always feels so elated whenever people praise his parenting skills, especially when it comes from you. Your husband's cheeks flush a little, and he looks down, a bit bashful.

"You mean it?" he asks, playing with the loose seems of his yellow sweater.

"Of course, I mean it," giggling, you get closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him in for a hug. "She's so lucky to have you as her dad. Actually, we're so lucky to have you in our lives".

He chuckles a little, pleased to still gain such flattery from you. From where you stood, you can clearly see the timid redness that cripples from his neck up to his cheeks, which makes him seem even more adorable in your eyes. But even his striking looks didn't distract you from the intimate feeling of his hand resting over the small of your back, drawing you closer for a sweet peck on the lips. It's funny how still after all this time, Steve was able to make you feel endless electricity and warmth just by the simple touch of his lips.

Unfortunately for you, the pleasant moment was ruined by someone clearing their throat. Pulling apart from the kiss, you and Steve looked ahead, catching Eddie and Dustin's embarrassed faces after interrupting.

"Hey, so, hm…", Dustin starts, clearly not knowing how he should start, still very awkward succeeding the scene they had just break in on.

"We have settled on who should be Amy's godfather, and we swear-", Eddie cuts in, talking at full speed. But before he could get on with their (definitely) deep and sensible reasoning, you hear Steve groaning. "Jesus, guys. Not this again".

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storybookprincess · 2 months

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bone app the teeth

#liv writes #bsd #shin soukoku #baby’s first smut woooooooo

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loverscrossmp3 · 3 months

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happy belated, lily. hope you make ur bf laugh a billion times more in the afterlife

#jily #lily evans #writing again! wow!! won’t be done for months probably but finally added on to the first five bits of the scene a few weeks ago and then #again tonight. have a general idea of how the whole thing’s gonna go only i can’t actually figure out how to put it in words rn #BUT it has a title n everything. will be very domestic stuff. oh and first-war so��.sad..uh #still a bit choppy for my liking but this is more for me since i’m not sure anyone cares. but exciting (and sad) things happening #in this doc!!#liv writes #those last two lines i’ve had in my notes app since early 2022!!!! always a time for celebration when i find places for those things to fit

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blue-eyed-cutiepatootie · 1 year

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who will take care of me

established destiel, kid!jack, single parent castiel

wc 780

Castiel is ignoring his ice cube toes when he hears the front door open. He burrows further into the blankets. Covering his face, he wills the shame away.

It's been building all day. He hears boots hit the floor and keys jangle on the table.

Jack woke up cranky and it all went downhill from there. He had forgotten to buy more blueberries for the oatmeal. Jack refused bananas as a substitute and Cas couldn't blame him. Wrong texture. Looking for Jack’s other Thomas the Tank Engine shoe put them late to preschool which in turn put Castiel late for work. Jack was in tears as he walked away. Castiel tried not to cry as he called his boss.

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Work was a steady stream of students and coworkers in sour moods as the cold and rainy Friday stretched on.

And on.

The water runs in the kitchen.

Who will take care of me? Castiel used to wonder as he juggled single parenting with a full time job.

Jack was at least in a better mood when Castiel picked him up on his lunch break. Fridays were always half days at the preschool and it was Anna's turn to watch him. His sister's house is always a favorite of Jack's. Lots of craft supplies and an old dress up trunk keep him occupied for hours. Castiel is forever thankful Anna works from home.

And that she knows him so well.

Why don't I keep him overnight? I'll take him to the library in the morning and you can pick him up there?

Castiel squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. He knows he can't do everything on his own but the shame at being relieved to have a night to himself engulfs him.

He's not even making use of the time.

His bedroom door creaks open. Clothes softly fall to the floor and then Castiel is enveloped in strong arms. His toes come in contact with warm shins and there's a yelp in his ear.

"Shit, Cas! Would it kill you to put some socks on?"

In response, Castiel turns in his arms and buries his face in Dean's t-shirt. He inhales the smell of coffee and baked goods. Hands come up to stroke his hair, followed by a kiss.

"Rough day, huh?"

Castiel nods, tears finally leaking down his nose.

"Jack still with Anna?"

Another nod.

"You in the mood for pizza or chinese?"

Castiel taps Dean's bicep once.

"The Two Towers or Star Trek Beyond?"

Two taps.

"Excellent choice. Today really was crazy. Is it a full moon?" Dean claws his fingers and gently scratches circles on Castiel's back. Castiel doesn’t believe in the full moon affecting people’s behavior but he’s starting to rethink that. His phone pings several times on the bedside table, most likely videos of Jack from Anna.

After a few moments Dean says, "Alright, I’m gonna go order the pizza."

Dean starts to pull away but Castiel clutches at his t-shirt. Dean makes a wounded sound, "Baby, c'mon I’m starving and I can hear your stomach growling."

Castiel lets Dean roll out of the bed. He hears Dean open a drawer, probably for some sweatpants, and is also greeted with clean socks in his face.

"I hear the couch calling your name!" Dean says in a sing-song tone as he leaves the room. Cas grumbles, but after watching the videos Anna sent, he’s shuffling down the hall, wrapped in the comforter. The sight greeting him in the kitchen nearly makes him weep. Again.

They’ve only been dating a few months, but Dean has already made himself at home. He's great with Jack and always helps out with chores that Castiel can never seem to catch up on. Like, right now Dean is tackling the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. Castiel flops onto the couch in the front room and draws the comforter tightly around him. Maybe it’s time to ask him to move in.

The sound of Dean’s singing lulls him into a doze that the doorbell ringing tears him out of. Dean plops the pizza, sodas, and paper towels on the coffee table before lifting up Castiel's legs to sit on the couch. He presses play on the DVD menu. Subtitles already on. They've both seen this movie too many times to count and Dean says half the lines along with the movie.

Castiel is in the middle of his third slice when he reaches out for Dean's hand.

"I love you." His voice breaks as he interrupts Dean's running commentary.

Dean smiles tenderly, pulls Castiel into a hug, and says "I love you most."

Castiel doesn't have to wonder anymore.

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voidpacifist · 2 years

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I've decided to make my steddie hcs, the one with deaf/hoh steve, a real fic. that you all can read if you'd like. that's in the works right now. that I've made into a viewable google doc and maybe against my better judgement have decided to share okay here you go, nerds

(I'll probably post it to ao3 later but right now it's a decent size. as I'm drafting this post, the work itself sits at roughly 14-15k words. will all be posted as one part when I get around to it, since I can't seem to divide anything into chapters ig. anyone with the link can comment so leave some feedback if you'd like!!)

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steve x eddie #deaf/hoh steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #liv writes #sticky notes au

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jakesnymos · 10 months

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would anyone be interested in reading a novelized version of the game from MC’s POV or am I just delusional about this game

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #jake x mc #jake donfort #mc duskwood #Duskwood fic #Jake donfort x reader #Jake Duskwood/MC #it’s obviously gonna be Jake/MC #every time I’m playing the game I keep thinking about how the time stamps show what time it is for me which. duh.#but what if I have to go days between playing? hours?#what would my life look like if I WERE dealing with the events of the game?#and well...#here we are.#anyways.#Liv speaks #liv writes

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stilin-ski · 1 year

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hotch’s crush on reid is so embarrassing

#liv speaks #liv writes #hotch/reid #hotchreid #criminal minds

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stellasolaris · 1 year

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He understood what she meant, and what she avoided, having long since learned that it was the unspoken that rang the loudest with her. It came with the territory of knowing her for as long as he had, and he, if anyone, knew the ins and outs of her heart like the back of his hand.

ONE-SHOT | RATING: T | READ: AO3

Pairing: Brandon/Stella

Genres: Romance | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort

Status: Complete

#winx club #winx #winx stella #winx brandon #brandon x stella #brella #winx fanfic #brella fanfic #liv writes #mywriting #fic: sea of stars

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leakyweep · 10 months

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Smoker x Reader x Law : Good Mouse

A/N; I had so much fun writing this! @anon-germany enjoy :)

Warnings: Threesome, single hole double penetration , degrading, use of nicknames like slut and mouse, oral (m receiving), double creampie, Law is mean

Word count; 1.4k

The sweat on all three of your foreheads was glistening in the dark light of the SAD room, and soft plaps of skin, gruff curses, and wanton moans could be heard from the corridor if one were to walk past. However; you, Smoker, and Law were carelessly getting your frustrations out in the dimly lit factory, uncaring if Caesar Clown himself were to witness what the three of you were up to.

Smoker was pistoning his thick, veiny cock in and out of your dripping pussy, your hips in his palms as you sat on all fours, gazing up at Law who was fucking his long dick into the back of your throat. All of the attention of both the men was on you, on your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust from the Vice Admiral, on your back and tricep muscles clenching as your body tried to stay upright, balancing yourself as if your legs would give out right under you.

Noticing the way you were swaying and your fingernails dug into the metal floor, Smoker wrapped a strong arm around your torso, his fingers dancing along your skin before playing with your hardened clit, making you moan around Law's length, in turn causing the tattooed doctor groan desperately.

"Is that damned pirate bullying your throat, baby?" Smoker asked, leaning down to rest his chest against your sinfully arched back. Your soft chokes and sputters were turning on the doctor, but pissing off the Marine. He could barely hear the sounds of your cunt over them. "Don't worry, your very own strong Marine is-fuck- here to take care of you-"

"Shut up, this fucking whore doesn't deserve that 'baby' shit. Look- can't even keep eye contact." Your eyelids were closed, trying to focus on breathing through your nose as your throat was currently occupied, but they snapped open as soon as you heard Law's words.

Your mouth was going dry at how horny and fucked out you were, Law grunting as he pulled out. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, brows knitted tightly as Law sent a glob of spit flying onto your tongue. He immediately placed his length back where it was before, sighing gently as his fingers gripped both sides of your head, fucking into it like his very own fleshlight.

Smoker pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling in your core. The silver haired man connected his mouth with your pussy from the back, his tongue exploring your slit as Law pulled back from the wetness of your mouth.

Soft moans tumbled past your lips at the way Smoker's velvety muscle danced along your folds, making your legs press together. He forced your thighs back open forcefully, sniggering against your cunt as he pulled away. He pulled away to move up next to Law, sneering at him.

“I know this shitty pirate doesn’t agree,” Smoker started, placing his hands on your shoulders to position himself next to you, pulling your body on top of his, “but you deserve to be treated, baby.”

A strained moaned fell from your lips as Smoker invaded your gushing walls again, grinding his hips up into you as curses fell from your lips. Every inch was pure bliss; it made your walls flutter around the man as he whispered sweet praises in your ears.

Your back was flush against Smoker’s chest as you noticed Law standing above the two of you, jerking himself to the sight. There was a lustful glint in those dark eyes, and they were transfixed on your stretched out pussy on the older man's cock.

The scowl on his face didn’t leave as he knelt down between your legs, positioning himself as if he were going to fuck you with Smoker’s already thick girth inside you.

You hurriedly glanced up at Law, a confused expression gracing your features as Smoker’s chuckle tickled your ear. “Like I said, little mouse… you deserve to be treated. You wanna get filled up, don’t you?”

You gasped, realizing what was happening. “B-but, it won’t fit- already so full~” the last part of your sentence was accompanied by a moan as Smoker snapped his hips up into yours harshly.

“That was a rhetorical question. You’re going to take both of our cocks, like the little slut you are.” Law’s voice was low as he dropped his chest to sandwich you between the two of them, your heart beating faster and faster at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by two thick, long dicks.

Law’s length poked at the microscopic space between your entrance and Smoker’s veiny hardness, and soon you felt the wind being knocked from you as Law forced his way inside your weeping cunt.

A loud cry echoed through the metal room, tears pricking your eyes as inch by inch, Law and Smoker filled your tight walls. The stretch burned your cunt, like you were being split open through the middle. It was the most full you had ever felt in your life; your fingers were digging into Law's back tattoo as a long, desperate whine left your mouth when he bottomed out in your expanded pussy.

There were strangled grunts coming from above and below, and the men enveloped you physically and mentally. The smell of their sweat mingled in your nostrils, and the way they were both spewing out words, very opposite phrases leaving both the men's lips like an angel and devil on your shoulders, it was overwhelming in all the best ways.

"Taking us so well," Smoker gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. His thumb was twirling your clit, mixing a slight feeling of pleasure into the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The praise made it a bit easier to take the cocks stuffed inside you as Law just chuffed, beginning to thrust.

"Of course this little slut can hold two dicks," Law spat, his hands bracing the floor as his thrusts became a bit more steady and controlled, Smoker's hips beginning to rock as well. You gently called out the doctor's and Marine's names through your moans as Law's palm connected with the sensitive skin of your ass, leaving a hand mark.

As the two men ravaged your spent pussy, you could no longer contain the loud groans from the back of your throat. An inked hand lifted to your mouth, the pace of the man's hips quickening as he pressed his palm into your lips. Your head was pushed back against Smoker's broad, hairy chest now, and you could no longer struggle against the rough thrusting jolting your body back and forth.

It was all too much; and as your pussy squeezed the two men's lengths tighter and tighter, almost as if gripping them into you deeper, you felt the pressure deep inside your core suddenly break, and your body writhed against the abdomens you were squished in between, a moan ripping from your mouth in a loud scream.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! R-right there!" Your words tore through Law's fingers, causing the men to angle their hips upwards. Your sweet spot was being bullied by the men's hardness, feeling their cocks rub and poke at all the best parts of your cunt. A white ring of your arousal was painted around the bases of their dicks, and your breaths were coming out hot and heavy against Law's ear as you heard him grunt.

"Pussy's s' tight, baby," Smoker moaned, and you felt him still his hips as his spend painted your cervix, his cock twitching at the tight pressure in your dripping cunt. Law followed soon after, his cum mixing with the Vice Admiral's deep inside your core. He was shuddering, his hips stuttering against your own. Law's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glazing over your own fucked-out expression.

All of your breaths mingled into one as you all basked in the afterglow fo your climaxes. Yours and the men's cum was drizzling down between your thighs, pooling onto the floor along with a mix of sweat. Smoker gave the crown of your head a small kiss, praising you for being such a good mouse, taking two men's cocks at one time so well. Law was just running a hand through your hair, rolling his eyes at Smoker's adoring praises.

"Yeah, yeah, Smoker," Law sighed, slowly removing himself from you with a soft hiss at the sensitivity. "Let's go before we get caught." He began to get dressed, not even bothering to clean the juices from his dick before heading out without a word.

You smiled as Smoker stuck his tongue out at the grumpy doctor before pulling slowly out of you, taking care to make sure you were okay and dressed properly. On the way out, you smiled thinking about how you wouldn't mind making this a weekly occurrence.

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ridestomars · 2 years

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thinking about having a smoke sesh with steve & eddie and how chaotic it would be. i totally see their personalities just switching once they hit that blunt: steve would get extremely unhinged, trying to surf on any flat surface he sees and just singing madonna off-key, attempting to start a sing-along. while eddie would get so hyped about ufo's, talking about every single one of the conspiracy theories that he's heard of (kind of his and it runs on water, man! moment), and of course, trying to start a communist party of hawkins.

#but honestly just think about them singing madonna - like a virgin together #and eddie trying to do metal high notes that don't go along with the song at all *sighs dreamily*#eddie is the type to roll a heart shaped tip joint just for you #i CAN elaborate on that #i love them <3 #literally my dream duo #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #liv talks #liv talks about stevie #liv talks about eddie #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stevie <3 #liv writes #eddie <3

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storybookprincess · 24 days

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i love you / i want us both to eat well

#liv writes #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd

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loverscrossmp3 · 8 months

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war creeps, it prowls. forgive james if he is not yet adjusted to the stench of death.

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#jily #james potter #lily evans #marauders #jily fanfiction #harry potter #oh....hello....remember me? emerging from the shadows twenty years later with a first-war james fic #the first time i'm posting without genuine debilitating dread in my chest. crazy what james potter can do to a girl!#but fr. love this one. he just wants to love everyone as much as he possibly can until he inevitably bursts from it. sunshine boy or whatev #liv writes #lard

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blue-eyed-cutiepatootie · 1 year

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red knuckles

wc 1800

established destiel, light angst, dean winchester’s birthday

Cas is acting strange.

Cas is always a little odd, but usually Dean loves that about him. And in the last few years they’ve been in a really good place.

Until Dean started noticing Cas coming home with bruises he didn’t have that morning or scrapes he definitely didn’t get from crocheting or working at the library. He’s been coming home from extra pottery classes and immediately jumping in the shower.

And Dean’s glad he’s exploring a new skill. Glad he’s making more friends.

But it feels like he’s hiding something.

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Cas is always a little odd, but usually Dean loves that about him. And in the last few years they’ve been in a really good place.

And Dean’s glad he’s exploring a new skill. Glad he’s making more friends.

But it feels like he’s hiding something.

Dean notices Cas' red, chafed knuckles as they’re getting ready for bed one night.

He catches Cas' hand. "Hey, what's this? What happened?"

Cas doesn't quite meet his eyes as he simply gets into his side of the bed. He shuts off the light and gets comfortable.

"Oh, I must have just knocked my hand against something. Or maybe it's that new lotion from Sam. It's not as protective as the kind you buy."

Dean softens a bit. "Here, I have some in my drawer," he says, rummaging around for the container. "Aha."

Cas allows Dean to apply the lotion and thanks him with a kiss. They settle in for sleep, Dean pressed against Cas’ front and Cas’ arm curled around Dean. Soon, Dean feels his breathing even out. Once Cas is asleep, he lets the heaviness pull him under, but something still seems off. How do you accidentally knock all of your knuckles red?

In the morning he notices blisters.

“-ean. Dean, it’s your turn!”

Dean looks up from his Fresca at the Catan board, which looks completely different and he has no idea who has what resources and who needs ‘em. Benny, Garth, Ash, and Keven stare at him worriedly. Well, Kevin just stares.

“Sorry, guys. My head’s just not in it tonight.” They usually have a game/movie night on the last Saturday of each month, but two days ago Benny texted and said they were going to move it up to celebrate Dean’s birthday. Dean had protested, saying they didn’t need to rearrange their schedules for him but Benny insisted. So here he is. Cranky and worried, trying not to ruin game night.

With a glance to Benny, Garth decides they should call it and Ash takes the win. Everyone cleans up the game and disperses to get more snacks before reconvening for a movie, Dean’s choice. Benny catches Dean in the kitchen, getting another soda.

“Dean, I can tell something’s wrong.”

Knowing Benny won’t let him get away with just shrugging it off, Dean explains Cas’ weird behavior.

“And he’s at another pottery class tonight. He never goes on Saturdays.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” Benny squeezes his shoulder.

Dean narrows his eyes, “So you agree, it sounds like something is going on?”

“No, no, I didn’t say that!” Benny steers him back towards the living room where Ash has the menu for The Fellowship of the Ring pulled up. Garth and Kevin are already in the two armchairs so Dean settles in one corner of the couch, hugging a throw pillow to his chest.

“Here we go!” Ash says as he pushes play and flops onto the other end of the couch next to Benny. “Try to stay awake for this, Dean-o!”

Garth tosses some popcorn at Dean, “Aw this is one of his favorites, no way he’s falling asleep.”

Dean can feel Benny’s eyes bore into the side of his head as he resolutely stares at the opening title sequence.

“Yeah, it’s not even 8 yet,” Kevin chimes in. Dean doesn’t believe the kid even sleeps at all.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

As Frodo declares he’ll take the ring to Mordor and the fellowship is assembled, the first disc ends and Ash gets up to change it, Dean stands too. “Guys, thanks for all of this, I really appreciate it, but I’m gonna head home.”

Everyone starts talking at once.

“Dude, you can’t leave mid-movie!”

“I haven’t even brought out the birthday pie and ice cream!”

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, cher.”

“Bess made an apple pie just for you!”

“C’mon, you’re not that old, yet. Benny’s, like, a thousand years old and he’s running circles around you.” They all glare at Kevin, who still hasn’t looked up from his phone.

Dean looks around the room at his friends and can’t help but think the one person he really wants to spend time with is slipping away.

“Sorry, guys. I’m just in a mood today.” He starts moving towards the door as they all call out goodbyes and happy birthdays. Benny follows him and grabs his elbow before he can close the door and hands him the apple pie.

“Dean, I’m sure everything is fine.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because it’s Cas.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, grimly. “And it’s me.”

Benny lets him close the door.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dean closes the front door a little harder than he should and shrugs his coat off. He's hanging the car keys up when the floorboards creak down the hall. He swings around, hand reaching for his pocket knife, and sees his husband frozen outside the gaming room that hasn't been used since Jack moved out. Lights on. Another voice softly calling Cas' name.

"Cas?"

Cas flounders, running a hand through his hair before wrapping his arms around his middle protectively. Protective from what? Dean tries to settle the fear rolling through him. Surely he imagined the voice.

"You're home early," Cas says, finally.

"Yeah, I left before- you said you had a class tonight."

"I did say that-"

"Why is the light on in there? You never go in there unless Jack or I drag you."

"Dean-" a sneeze interrupts him.

Dean pales. Cas has someone over. Cas is hiding someone. Then, Dean notices the sweat on Cas' skin. His flushed face.

“Cas,” Dean gulps, “who else is here?”

Cas looks even more guilty. He turns back towards the game room. “Helen, you can come out.”

A woman who looks vaguely familiar steps out, dressed in dusty overalls and a flannel. Seems Cas has a type.

Dean desperately tries to make sense of everything. The sneaking. The lying. The woman clearly dressed in work clothes holding a toolbox. Anything could be in there.

"Dean, you remember Helen from my pottery class?"

He nods, voice lodged in his throat. He remembers hearing about Helen a lot. Cas was at her house just the other day... and last week… because she has a throwing wheel... and they don't have space for one…

“What’s going on?” Dean can hold it together until she leaves. He can. He will.

Helen glances between the two men, visibly uncomfortable. “I’m gonna-” she gestures toward the front door.

Cas’ eyes jump to her as if he forgot she was there. “Of course, let me-” Cas leads her to the front door.

Dean stomps into the kitchen while they have a whispered conversation. He puts a new filter in the coffee pot. Opens the jar of decaf coffee. Wishes he still had that bottle of whiskey hidden behind the baking supplies. Scoops probably too much coffee grounds into the filter. Can feel Cas fidgeting in the entryway while he fills up the carafe with water and pours it into the coffee maker.

“Dean, it’s not what you think.”

He punches the ON button and spins around.

“Oh? So you haven’t been lying to me and going over to a woman’s house instead of pottery class?”

“Well, technically-”

“Technically? I’m thinking some pretty dark things here, Cas, so just explain what the hell is going on.”

Dean hasn’t seen Cas look this small since Jack moved out. It takes some of the wind out of his sails.

“I think you should just come see.”

Cas starts walking to the back of the house. Dean hesitates before following. He reaches the doorway beside Cas and freezes.

“I’ve been working on this for several weeks, mostly at Helen’s so you wouldn’t see. I asked Benny to plan a game night for your birthday so that I could bring everything over and surprise you.”

Dean steps into the old gaming room and takes in Cas’ handiwork. What used to be a mostly empty room with a tv stand and some old bean bag chairs was now a very cozy… study?

“Benny was supposed to keep you until nine, at least.” Cas says, hovering in the doorway.

Two comfy looking armchairs sit on either side of the window, both with foot rests. A small table sits between them with one of Cas’ plants and some coasters. Two of Cas’ crocheted blankets cover the backs of the chairs.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t really in the party mood.” Dean continues to take in the room. There are two tall bookcases on one side of the room. Deeper shelves for records on the other. Next to that, a record player.

“Since Jack moved out this room has just been a reminder of what used to be. I wanted to give the space some new life.”

"You did all of this?"

“I brought all of your books and records out of storage. I know you keep your favorites in the living room, but I thought it was a shame to keep everything else shut away. Sam and Eileen bought you this refurbished record player".

Dean turns shining eyes to Cas. “And Helen?”

Cas finally steps inside the room. "Helen also does carpentry. She helped me build all of these shelves."

“So, that’s why you started having all those mystery scratches and bruises.”

Cas nods, “I felt bad misleading you, but I wanted this to be a surprise.”

Relief wells up inside Dean. He’s never been happier to be proved wrong.

"Is this your crochet supplies?" Dean asks, inspecting the last set of shelves.

"I thought it would be nice to have a space we didn't have to tidy or worry about when we have company over or babysit. Mary and Joanna's toys are taking over the living room." Cas pauses, trying to catch Dean’s eyes. “What do you think?”

Dean sinks down into one of the chairs and buries his face in his hands. “I thought you were leaving me.”

Cas takes his face in his calloused hands and gently lifts it, thumbs wiping away tears. “Dean, I’m so sorry.” He pulls Dean into a hug and rubs his back. “I would never.”

“I know. I don’t deserve you.”

“No, but you have me anyway.”

“The room is awesome. I love you.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

There are two armchairs, but they’re squeezed into one, giggling as they try not to spill their (decaf) coffee. Dean gently presses a kiss to each of Cas’ red knuckles. Dean gently presses a kiss to each of Cas’ red knuckles. They melt into each other as Like Real People Do by Hozier plays softly across the room.

"I feel bad, we should invite Helen over for dinner to say thank you."

"Yes, and her wife."

A delirious laugh bubbles out of Dean. "And her wife."

#destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel fanfiction #deansbirthdaybash #chocolatecakecas #tuserpris #userjactingjoices #deancaskiss #liv wrote a thing #liv writes

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0ceanxey3s · 8 months

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chapter 7 is finally out now !!

please give it a go, and let me know what you think <3

it should be about 5ish more chapters to go (and then i’ll finally get to requests, so if you have anymore drop them in my asks !!)

-lots of love, liv 🩵

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy angst #liv writes #update!

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jakesnymos · 9 months

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Duskwood is Calling (SNEAK PEAK)

A/N: Hi friends, hello. Here's the start of the novelization I talked about a while back. This is just the intro to the first chapter, so think of it almost as a prologue, if that makes sense. Obviously spoilers through chapter 10 of the game, so don't read if you're avoiding those. Anyways. Here it is:

You don’t know how you got here. Not really.

If they asked you- everyone, all of them, Thomas and Cleo and Dan and Lilly and Jessy and Hannah and-

And not Jake. Not Jake, because Jake was stuck in the mines. Stuck with Richy, and the fire, and the unstable mineshafts and the dark and the cold and-

“(Y/N).” Alan breaks you from your train of thought. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. But I need to ask you a few questions about tonights events.” You nod. “How did you get here?”

I don’t know, you think. “I took a train.” You answer, because Alan means ‘What was your mode of transportation to Duskwood?’ and not ‘How did you come to know these people so intimately that thier loss has shattered something deep inside you?’

“I took the earliest train I could get out of Grand Central Station to Duskwood.” You pause, thinking of the frantic way you’d run to the ticket booth, of how the minutes it took to get your ticket felt like hours, and how the couple of hours on the train itself felt like eons. “It was only a few hours.” You continue, “I didn’t tell the others I was coming. They didn’t know until-” You gesture vaguley, still not comfortable acknowleding the nights events outloud.

“You didn’t tell any of them?” It seems to have genuinely shocked him, and that, in turn, surprises you. “Not Jessy, or Thomas?” You shake your head. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to worry them.” You shrug. “After everything else with Richy, and you finding Hannah, I didn’t-” You swallow against the lump in your throat. “I didn’t want them to worry about someone else being in danger.”

“But someone else was in danger, (Y/N).” Your eyes close against the harsh truth of the words, and you force yourself not to respond. “Jake Donfort was in danger.”

“I don’t know who that is.” You lie. You open your eyes again. Sitting before you is still Chief of Police Alan Bloomgate, this time looking much more sympathetic. He nods. “I don’t, Alan. I don’t know who Jake Donfort is.”

“I believe you, (Y/N).” He pauses, making sure to hold your eye contact. “I think that’s all we need from you, now. End of interview.” The click of the recorder puncuated the following silence. You stare at Alan in confusion.

“What-”

“You should get some rest, (Y/N).” He fixes you with a stern look. “You’ve had an emotional night.” You nod. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” You nod again, though this time it’s a lie. You didn’t think about what would happen after the mines. You didn’t think about anything but getting to Jake. “Miss Hawkins is outside.”

That grabs your attention. “Jessy is here?” Alan nods, collecting the files and paperwork from the interrogation table in front of you. “I’ve been told she refused to leave when she learned you were being detained for questioning.” You manage a small laugh. “She’s worried. Perhaps you should stay with her tonight. I’m sure the motel will keep your booking.” And something in his voice tells you he knew you were lying.

“Yeah, thanks.” You agree, finally standing from your chair. It bothers you, though. The fact that he didn’t push you about Jake. About knowing him. “Detective Bloomgate-”

“It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).” He cuts you off again. “No one could have-” He pauses, seeming to think over his words. “I’m sorry. But no one could have survived that fire. And even if he could, those shafts were unstable before the fire. I can’t imagine thier state now.” He shakes his head, sighing to himself. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But he’s gone. It doesn’t matter if you knew him on record or not. Jake Donfort is dead.”

He’s right, and you know it, but you don’t understand. You can’t understand how this could be happening.

I don’t know how I got here.

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