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anadiasmount · 3 months

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doing the calling my boyfriend ‘husband’ trend on jude while you do a grwm + diml !! just know he’d be so shy and giddy 😚😚

OHHH MY GOD!! YESS!! our hubby indeed 😣🤞🏻

your day had consisted of pure media filming, for your tiktok, instagram, youtube, and a small blog you had owned. you woke up early so film a get ready filming bits of you and your boyfriends private life, making breakfast, walking outside and working out together, cooking, and now doing a get ready.

you’d seen the popular trend circling around where you called your boyfriends husband on tiktok, especially that one video that made you physically wince and pained you with the one guy being passive aggressive and denying it. you with jude that wouldn’t be the case.

because any chance he got he would call you pet names and his girlfriend. ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my girl’, ‘my angel’, ‘my dearest girlfriend’, ‘my wifey’, all that. he often got teased at the internet, not afraid of hiding and showing his protectiveness of you, a hand on you at all times or letting them know you were his.

jude had left quickly to pick up some shoes he’d ordered, which gave you plenty of time to hide a extra camera and your phone to record his reaction to the prank. while you waited you showed of new sets of clothes that came in, along with other pr packages that were sent to you

jude hand returned when you were finishing your brows, handing you a blue gatorade and snacks to munch on as you filmed, greeting the camera and giving you a peck on your lips. “sorry guys, my handsome and lovely husband just brought me some goodies,” you apologized showing the treats and opening them.

even though you couldn’t see, you felt and sensed jude tensing and pausing what he was doing. “as you know and have seen, i will be launching new items soon on my blog! my husband jude has helped me organize this drop for months so i’m super excited for you all to see and buy!” you smiled blending out your baking powder underneath your eyes.

jude smiled inwards, looking at you who was distracted by perfecting your contour and blush. he asked himself if this was one of your pranks or if it just naturally fell from your lips, either way, he couldn't hide the adoration built in his chest at hearing you call him 'husband'.

he didn't understand why all of a sudden he felt nervous and unable to look you in the eyes, with shaky hands as he attempted to open his own snacks and bottled water. he felt a hot and loving sensation in his chest, having the urge now to be close to you.

you heard jude shuffle around, grabbing a random bean bag and sitting next to you where you were almost finished with your makeup. he complimented how you looked, asking questions about what you used and if you were close to finishing. you smirked knowing you had a small reaction out of him, jude was now all soft and charming.

hours later, you were editing all the content from your phone and camera onto your laptop, sitting on the kitchen island as jude was busy away cooking. you felt like continuing the prank so you grabbed your phone and did just that.

"welp, it's the end of the day! I'm very much tired but i made a lot of content for you guys so stay tuned! on the nights we're together my dearest husband cooks for us, and tonight he's making chicken with pasta," you say kinda loudly, walking over to judge and laying your head on his bicep.

jude cleared his throat, letting out a nervous chuckle and smiling shyly. he nervously stirred the cause, listening to you blabbering about your day and skincare products. "i have to pee, but i'll leave my husband to explain the recipe and what he's making," you say in a hurry, leaving jude with words in his mouth and the phone, as you ran off.

you watched from a corner a stuttering mess of jude as he went on and on listening to the ingredients and spices he mixed for dinner. grabbing your phone with his free hand showing the mess in the kitchen and the food that was almost ready to be done.

you acted like nothing happened, pecking jude's cheek when returning. "i have a question," he said curiously avoiding eye contact with you, leaning on the counter. you interlocked your hands resting them under your chin with innocent eyes. "is there a reason you've been calling me your husband today?"

"you don't like it?"

"no baby i do! but i was just wondering since you never call me that... you did it earlier today and i noticed it," he said, you tried not to laugh on the spot at his uneasy state. "am i your husband? need to know because i can't recall the day we got married," he joked.

"it's a tiny prank," you admit seeing jude roll his eyes and lean away from you. "of course it is," jude said seriously with a small frown on his face. you followed him apologizing over and over again with a laugh, jude feeling a small pang of sadness wave over him. "jude," you call out, trying to get his attention but he refused moving or backing away.

"prank or no prank, i hope you still know your my hubby, that's what i have you saved on your contact handsome," you admit, seeing a glint of happiness reach his brown eyes again. "really?" you nod, "I'll show once you say bye."

he quickly said bye, kissing the camera on turning it off, grabbing you, and setting you on the marble counters. he kissed you deeply, blowing your breath away at his certain dominance, your heart warmed as he gently grabbed your left hand and placed the slightest kisses on your ring finger.

"i hope you know that one day i'll be your husband, and you will be my wife forever."

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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myysaints · 10 months

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hi i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to know if it’s possible to request something with carlos where he had this crush on y/n who’s a famous actress or singer and is a complete mess when he gets to meet her at a grand prix

thanks if you do it and ps i love your work!!

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ CS55 ꒱ MORE THAN JUST A CRUSH ─ CARLOS SAINZ

CARLOS SAINZ x f!singer!reader

⌗︙・ summary — your first appearance at the miami grand prix turns heads – catching the eye of one particularly enthusiastic driver in red.

genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: sabrina carpenter

notes — hi anon!! i am doing okay thank u for asking 🌷 and thank you for the ADORABLEEEEEE request!!! love the idea of carlos being this cool suave guy and just utterly melting lol. thank you for your kind words of support <3 hope i did your request justice! (also thinking of making a pt 2 hehe)

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user we need the album !!!!!!!

user LMFAOOO the caption she is so unserious i love it

user mother getting a good rest after a SMASHING world tour, deserved ✨

user y/n going straight to miami after finishing her asia world tour is so random lol 😭😭

user1 i heard she’s going to the f1 race this weekend, maybe that’s why shes there user2 ohhh, makes sense ig. is she even a fan though? user3 dunno, but a ferrari driver liked her pic so good enough i guess 🤣

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user The way Deux had to say that the blind isn’t about TSwift and Alonso LOL

user “Fast Times” – Y/N L/N’s newest single. “Blonde songstress” – Definitely L/N. “Spicy individual” – ?

user1 the chili emoji was so random lol user2 has to be carlos sainz, smooth operator and chili are both his nicknames user3 hmmm but anon would have specified if the spicy indiv was a driver right? i feel like that’s pretty big info to leave out

user not carlos liking the post HELLO?????

user no way this is about carlos and y/n, he doesn’t even follow her 😭

user4 he likes almost all her posts though user5 lmfao liking posts but not following, that’s even shadier imo 💀💀

user idk man i’m just glad that my girl y/n is finally getting the appreciation she deserves 👑

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You knew attending a Formula 1 Grand Prix would be hectic – after all, you had just ended the Asian leg of your world tour, and Miami was always swarming with press – but you did not expect just how chaotic things would get.

“It’s great being here!” You flashed a bright smile to Martin Brundle, who was currently following you around the pitlane as apart of Sky Sports’s coverage. “Obviously, I’m here to support Ferrari, who have so kindly invited me this weekend, but I’m just really excited to feel the energy and watch the race.”

Martin nods, a sly smile creeping onto his face. “I just have to ask, out of pure curiosity, of course: Is it true that Carlos Sainz personally invited you to attend this weekend’s race?”

You laugh, casting a nervous look to your publicist, who shakes her head with a stern look. You turn back to Martin and the camera, an apologetic look on your face as you recite the statement your agency has prepared for you. “I really don’t know much, it was Ferrari’s PR team who reached out to me, after all. So, whatever the rumours say, just know I’m as clueless as you are!”

That gets a laugh out of Martin, at the very least, and you think that he’s about to leave you alone. However, unfortunately for you, you’ve just reached the Ferrari garage, and are greeted by the sight of none other than Carlos Sainz himself standing at the entrance, chatting with his engineer.

Your publicist almost immediately motions for you to step aside, but Martin is one step ahead of her as he grabs your arm, tugging you along with him as he makes a beeline towards the Spaniard.

“You know what – Why don’t we ask the man himself?” he grins deviously, steadfastly making his way into the Ferrari garage.

You stutter out weak protests, casting doubtful looks to your publicist. But she merely sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, gesturing for you to go ahead with Martin. You shrug, following Martin into the Ferrari garage. Not that you have much of a choice – the presenter seems unshakeable as he heads towards Carlos, who has his back turned, blissfully unaware of the chaos approaching him.

“Carlos! Carlito! My man!”

The Ferrari driver grins, whipping around as Martin claps a hand on his back. “Martin! What brings you to the gara-”

As his gaze shifts from Martin to you, his voice trails off. Time seems to slow – A red heat spreads across his face, and he ducks his head down in a fit of sudden coughs. You stand by Martin’s side with a small smile, extending your hand to offer him a water bottle.

“You okay?” you ask with a teasing smile.

Carlos nods furiously, a large hand reaching out to take the water bottle from you. His fingertips brush yours as he does so, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He blushes harder at the brief moment of contact, turning his face away from you as he gulps down the water, still spluttering.

Amidst a few weak coughs, he grits out, “Choked on my spit,” before clearing his throat, raising his head to flash you a shy smile.

Martin sends you a knowing smirk, chuckling lowly. “Come on, what happened to being the ‘Smooth Operator’, huh?”

You roll your eyes playfully, returning Carlos’s meek smile with a bright grin. “Oh, lay off him, Martin.”

Turning to Carlos now, you extend your hand with what you hope is your friendliest smile, “Nice to meet you, Carlos! I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he blurts out, all too quickly. His cheeks flush red, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “I mean, yeah, I know... ‘Cause, well, I like your music. It’s really good.”

Martin cuts in, microphone in hand, “So, Carlos, word ‘round here is that you were the one who campaigned for Y/N to be invited. Is that true?”

Carlos rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, suddenly averting his eyes and avoiding your gaze as he smiles shyly. “I don’t know who told you that… I’ll need to have a chat with the team about adding more privacy clauses in their contracts next time.”

You giggle, and that makes his head snap towards you. “Nothing, nothing, ignore me. That was just hilarious.”

“Ignore you?!” Martin exclaims, practically shoving you towards the Ferrari driver, whose eyes have now almost doubled in size. “Oh, come on, you youngsters. Get to know each other! This isn’t the 1920s, you don’t need an old geezer like me to chaperone you all the time. Get chattin’!”

You send Carlos a teasing smile, to which he shyly returns.

“Well, Carlos,” you bump his hip playfully, “How ‘bout a tour of the garage?”

He nods, leaping up and offering you his hand, ever the gentleman. “Of course, it’d be my pleasure.”

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darlingmisa · 1 year

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Riding Abby's face ;)

im a slut okay?

Sit on my face | Abby Anderson

Ohhh this was so fun to write I love Abby way too much <3 we can be sluts together baby dw

c/w: nsfw, afab reader, squirting, face sitting obv

w/c: 658

Abby’s stamina was insane, so even after many highs from both of you, of course, she wasn’t done. But when the request came for you to sit on her face, you were a little nervous, to say the least. This was something you’d never tried before, Abby being your first for everything. She could see the nervous look on your face, one that said you wanted to, just didn't know how.

Abby’s body now laid beside you, never breaking eye contact, placing her head on her pillow. “Come on pretty, it's okay, I’ll guide you.” She whispered softly, hand reaching out for yours to guide you to her face. Just looking at her you could tell she was excited, a slight sparkle in her eyes at the idea of being buried in your pussy again.

Brows furrowed slightly, you questioned her about the idea “Abs… what if I crush you? W-What if you can’t breathe?” The question only made her laugh a little at your concern, shaking her head slightly as you straddled her chest, too shy to move up any further. She placed her hands on your hips, rubbing comforting circles with her thumb. “I’ll be fine baby, I promise.”

Using her seemingly never-ending strength, she lifted you right off her chest and onto her mouth, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue despite tasting you not even 30 minutes ago. The vibrations of her moans went straight to your core, making you jump a little from the pleasure. “Hey,” she spoke, slightly muffled from your cunt, “It’s okay, you can put all your weight on me. I wouldn’t lie to you would I?”

Giving in, you sat completely, a soft moan leaving your swollen lips at the feeling of her nose bumping your clit. Abby wasted no time getting to work, licking and sucking like she’d been starved for weeks on end. She started slow, letting you used to the slight overstimulation, but when your whines turned into loud moans that your neighbors could definitely hear, she indulges herself completely.

Her grip on your hips tightened as she began to help you grind against her tongue. Throwing your head back you got louder, which Abby didn’t even think was possible. High-pitched whines and moans of her name leave your mouth non-stop, like music to her ears. This drove her to work harder, moving her tongue between your folds and slipping it into your now pulsing hole, moaning at the way you clenched around her.

The pleasure was like something you’d never felt before. It was heavenly, leaving you borderline breathless as you moved your hands to grip her hair, tugging and pulling just the way you knew she liked it. You could barely hear Abby’s soft grunts and moans over the almost pornographic sound of her shoving her face further into you, slurping and sucking like she’d die if she ever stopped.

The coil in your stomach felt tighter than ever, pleasure multiplying times 100 as you neared your 4th orgasm of the night. You could barely warn Abby before it all happened, voice cracking as you whined. “C-close... Abby, I’m close,” She hummed, “C’mon baby, cum on my face, want it all in my mouth.” and you finally let go.

It was intense, something you had never felt before. It left you shaking and twitching, Abby’s grip on your thighs being the only thing keeping you from collapsing on top of her. Finally catching your breath, you looked down as Abby slowed her tongue against you, and that’s when you realized, it was everywhere. Her face was practically glistening in your slick. It was on the pillows, all over her chest, soaking in the sheets and her hair.

In shock, you quickly moved off her face, legs still shaking, apologizing for making such a mess only to be met with her small smile.

“Don’t apologize. Come back, wanna make you do that again.”

#tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut

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vacayisland · 6 months

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OHHH EM GEE!! I just saw your new post about you posting romantically about Poppy and Viva!! I wanted to ask if you could possible do a Poppy request and poppy and the reader are dating! Also could the reader be fem?

i was wondering if Poppy could just be clinging on the reader or just a scrapbooking date or just somewhere where they spend time together!

I love your writing so much and i get super dupes excited when you post new things I literally scream because your writing is literally so gorge and there’s not a lot of trolls x reader content! I just wanted to let you know that I just love your writing sm :)

@!; Scrapbooking my heart Poppy / Reader

"Summary"! Spoiled party plans lead to one of the best date-afternoons for the both of you. "Tags"! Fluff!! Also no gender is mentioned for the reader! <3 So read it as fem or masc or however you'll like.

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@!; It all started one bleak afternoon, when the clouds covered the sun from its gleeful parade; shining down upon Troll village no longer as a dreary atmosphere had taken upon the land. And many were being persuaded by the moody weather, becoming down casted in rainy chances and the shady afternoon that was meant to be bright. Not many would like to admit that they would let their mood to be so easily swayed, that their temper could be based on the peaking sun or the threatened clouds that stole away their sunshine. Not even Queen Poppy would like to admit this fact, despite the small frown that itched onto her lips the moment the sun clouded over their field. It eerily shrouded the plans for the party they were planning in a murky and unwelcoming way. Many commented about the shuddering tension; commenting how they thought it was going to be sunny that day, that there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky earlier. Many took a moment for themselves, glancing around at their fellow trolls, before they decided it would be a good stay-in-afternoon. “Hey, hey!” But Poppy wanted, no more like needed, to get these plans done! And she couldn’t do that without her friends, “Guys come on, it’s only a little cloudy. I’m sure it’ll clear right up!” Yet her words were soon followed by a frightening shock of thunder in the background, causing her to shrink a little into herself. But she tried to keep a bright smile on and tried to bounce back; if not for herself then for her friends, who probably needed some distraction after such well-timed (or maybe awfully timed) thunder. “Psh!” Poppy dramatically tried to wave off the fear, and the sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’m sure that was just a coincidence, you’ll see! That storm will pass in no time.”

The storm didn’t pass. In fact, Poppy wasn’t sure when she had seen so much rain! Now huddled in her pod, Poppy watched the rain with a nervous tick, thoughts flooded her mind as she questioned whether or not the party will need to be pushed back. It’s not like she hasn’t pushed back a party before- no wait, that’s exactly what this was! Poppy has never had to push back a party before and she’ll be damned if she would have to push back a party this time. And due to rain, of all things!

Rain, which has never stopped a Pop Trolls party before! Mostly because it never really rained in Pop village, due to their location and what not. They rarely got rain, or any sort of storm for that matter. Sure, they were surrounded by a forest, but that, in of itself, never posed that much of a threat: well, unless you didn’t count the bergen attack back before Poppy became a Queen, or all the dangerous creatures that lived inside the village, or Cloud Guy. But, never have those outside forces from the forest ever disrupted a Pop village party! And Poppy will make sure that this party was not to be pooped by some rain! “Yeah, you hear that rain! You won’t poop on this party.” Poppy shouted, pointing a finger to the weather outside; though it didn’t give much of a reaction and continued its own way. Poppy paused, staring at the raindrops before laughing nervously. “And I’m talking to rain… oh I’m talking to rain.” “If it makes you feel better… you were really convincing when you told off the rain.” A snickering voice sounded from behind Poppy, causing her to jump and yell. She didn’t remember inviting anyone over. Yet, when she whipped around, her guard was dropped instantly upon seeing you. While Poppy didn’t invite you over, you tended to just show up in her pod when she needed you the most. Likewise, she always tended to show up in your pop when you needed her. Branch always called it some sort of sixth sense you two had, and you could never tell if he said it sarcastically or literally due to his horrible choice in tone. But, either way, it was kind of true. You dropped the cupcakes you had brought onto Poppy’s table, walking over to her with a curious yet confused look, “So… why are we screaming at the rain?” “Ha! You know…?” Poppy’s lips etched with a nervous smile, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced outside the window. She didn’t mean for anyone to hear her yell at the rain. “It’s pooping your party, huh?” Poppy nodded at your correct guess, her grin only growing as she knew you would understand her outlandish outbreak. You stood there, staring out at the rain for a solid moment. Poppy glanced over at you, cocking up a curious eyebrow, as she tried to guess what you were thinking about… or maybe, what you were about to do. Whatever she was thinking, it wasn’t you joining in her silliness! “Hey rain, stop pooping my girlfriend’s party! She worked really hard on it and you are only ruining it for everyone!”

“Yeah! Go away and come again another day!” Poppy joined you with a bounce in her step, grinning from ear to ear with playfully frowned eyebrows. You both were already on the brink of laughter, but tried to keep yourselves composed. “Yeah! Haven’t you heard the rhyme? Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!” You stuck your hands outside Poppy’s window and tried to shoo the rain away. Though your hand waving only spread the rain that drenched them to flicks elsewhere. And despite your shared attempts, the rain didn’t seem to be budging or going away to come again another day. You and Poppy watched the rain for a moment, seeming convinced that your attempts would drive away the rain. Or, maybe you both knew you were being silly! Well, Poppy knew that more than you as she burst out into laughter after you muttered, almost too sincere, “Huh… I actually thought that would work.”

@!; After your failed attempts at trying to shoo away the rain didn’t work, and Poppy had calmed down from her hysterical laughter, you both found yourselves sitting on the floor of her pod. You had brought over the cupcakes from her table, having them safely between your legs, while Poppy scrounged around for her scrapbooking materials. She had decided if she couldn’t physically plan the party outside, due to the rain, she would just plan it inside with a scrap book! And talk to you all about her plans as you were here and ready to listen. “So! Tomorrow’s party is going to be so huge. Like, almost bergen-catching level huge.” Poppy snickered as she grabbed her basket of materials and books and scraps, walking over to where you sat on the floor. She joined you, plopping down right beside you, and began to unpack her basket at once with a feverous delight. And while you were half-way through a cupcake, you still answered your girlfriend, “Oh, bergen-catching level huge, huh?” “Yes!” Poppy exclaimed instantly, not wasting a beat. “It’s to celebrate our second week of knowing there’s more Trolls out there than just us! So I was thinking that we could try and have Trolls from different villages come and join us and allow them to play their music so everyone can be in harmony again like they were two weeks ago. It’ll unite everyone just like how everything had been and it’ll be amazing and spectacular and- and even Branch will come!” You couldn’t help but smile as Poppy tried to contain her excitement, yet she was basically bouncing off the walls; Figuratively, not literally. As she rushed out her thoughts to you, laying out her plans in great detail, she scrapbook her whole plan. It was oddly fascinating and calming to watch Poppy scrapbook, especially when you could eat multiple cupcakes while doing so. She just always put her whole heart into the activity, she always put her whole heart into everything, and it made it all so enjoyable. Even if her plans were a little unrealistic, you decided to let her enjoy her little fantasy plans for now; Maybe you’ll break it to her later, get her to see that it would be a little more difficult than she’s thinking, but if she truly believed in it she should fight for it. Or, maybe, Branch will break it to her first and you might have to throw hands with the gray, bunker-dewling hobbit. Even if he’s right. Hours flew by light minutes. You were on your fifth cupcake, this one being double chocolate. Poppy was cutting out the little details on her scrapbook design. You both sat there in a lovely silence that was being filled with music from Poppy’s record player, old vinyls you had found and decided to pop onto play with Poppy’s agreement. And you were sure you couldn’t hear the rain sputtering against the windows anymore, yet you didn’t want to tell Poppy just yet. Knowing her, she would rush off, dragging you with her, to go plan the party outside her scrapbook. Yet, you wanted to be a little selfish and keep her with you for a little longer. A little longer with Poppy leaning against you. A little longer of the record player singing out the vinyl tunes. A little while longer of peace. A little while longer of here and now.

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The Winter Sun (12)

12. Winds of Winter

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Summary: Winter was coming but there was an important mission you needed to accomplish before it

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, SMUT, oral sex, (m and f receiving), might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes: Our favorite couple is taking a little trip

“We cannot tell them by writing, it’s too risky”, said Cregan severely, “but traveling this far into autumn, is dangerous”

“We can fly to Dragonstone”, you said gently, Sara, the maester and Cregan looked at you, your husband had summoned them to discuss what to do about Aemond’s threat. Cregan seemed nervous as he looked at you, “I was thinking that during Winter, it would be best for Vhaelar to rest in the Dragonmount, extreme cold isn’t good for dragons”, you clarified

“She is right”, said the maester, “this cannot wait, you need to go now”

“But if the dragon will stay in Dragonstone, we should speak to Lord Manderly in White Harbor!”, said Sara, “he could send a ship to retrieve you both in Dragonstone, take you back to the harbor, and you can come from there, it is a shorter ride”

“That is a good idea dear sister”, said Cregan, and then he looked at you, “are you comfortable with the idea my love?”, he asked, Sara smiled widely at his nickname, and the maester smiled as well

“Having to sail through shivering seas and freezed roads with my husband keeping me warm?”, I asked teasingly, “Can’t wait”, Cregan smiled

“I will send the letter to dragonstone at once to let them know of your arrival”

“I will make the proper arrangement, we will departure in a week, is that alright?”, asked Cregan

“Most appropriate my lord”, said the Maester nodding

the three of you, the maester, Cregan and you redacted the letter letting your family in Dragonstone know of your visit, and you smiled and you signed it as

The Lord and Lady of Winterfell

The raven flew away and you looked from the tower, you smiled when you felt Cregan’s arms surrounding you, hugging you, his face by the side of yours

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself for a whole moon”, he whispered in your ear

“You already have me all for yourself”, you said giggly

“There is something exciting about a trip…”, he explained, “a guest room just for us, a small cabin on a ship, then a small carriage, just us two…”, you giggle, feeling your skin tingly, you also find it exciting

“I can’t wait”, you giggled

“How do you make your old husband feel like a teenager again? uh? the only thing I want to do is take you in our bed, all day, and all night”, he said huskily, kissing your cheek

“You are not that old dear husband”, you giggled, and he squeezes you tightly in his arms making you shriek

“You brought me back to life”, he whispered in your ear, so quietly you thought you had imagined it.

“I doubt it”, you whispered

“Stop that”, he said quietly, “stop diminishing yourself”

“Sorry”, he chuckled, kissing you again

“I love you”, he said, so faintly you thought you dreamed it

“What?”

“I love you wife”, he said more firmly

“You do?”

“I do”

“I love you too”, you admitted

Cregan wanted to make sure he left everything prepared before your departure, so he went to the maesters and lords to continue the preparations for the coming snow storms, the roofs of Winterfell and Winterstown needed fixing….

So as you stayed in your chambers, Sara visited you, with a wide sneaky smile

“Sooo… I saw my brother smiling stupidly as he walked about”, she started, and you blushed, hiding your face from her.

“I don’t think he looks stupid”, you said mindesly

“Ohhh you two did it, didn’t you?”, you mocked, and you chuckled

“Kind of”

“Kind of?”, she teased

“Alright, we did, we… made love”, and she shrieked

“I KNEW IT!”, she said, smiling widely, “I can’t wait to have nieces and nephews!”, she giggled, “I’m so happy for you both”

“I’m happy as well”, you clarified, and she smiled even widely

“You both deserve to be happy”, she whispered with a reassuring smile, “and now you are taking a small vacation”

“Yes, to Dragonstone, we will be back next moon”, you reminded her

“Take all the time you need”, she winked at you, “even better if you come back with a swollen belly…”

“enough of that”, you chuckled, but with your cheeks heated. Were you allowed to dream? Will you be able to give Cregan children? you really hoped so, you wanted to have babies, you knew it would make him happy, and you felt warm by only imagining to be pregnant with Cregan’s child, but it was too soon. So you shake your head and smile at Sara, who was looking at you with knowing eyes

Sara had this thing to her, she always seemed to know what you were thinking, it was almost like she know what was going to happen…it was an odd feeling… a silly one perhaps, in the book that Cregan had sifted you all those years ago, there was a chapter about some people the northerners called “Greenseers”

You didn’t know what you made the connection, but anyways

You resumed your tasks as the Lady of Winterfell, like you had been before Aemond rudely interrupted, helping to receive groceries and supplies for the coming winter. According to the maesters in the Citadel, it was going to be a long one, and very cold.

That weird feeling of excitement filled you again and smiled as you with the maesters where counting down the portions of wheat, in comparison of the people of the town.

Soon night fell over the North, and you were seated in front of a dresser Cregan brought for you, brushing your hair, waiting for your husband who was helping with the roofs in the town, and you smiled when you heard him come inside the room.

“Good evening Lady of Winterfell”, he greeted,

“Good evening Lord of Winterfell”, you mocked back, you let out a small giggle when you turned and found him leaning over the door frame, looking at you with a smirk

“Did you know you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on?”, he asked

“I don’t believe you”, you said back

“You hurt me”, he said, placing his hand on his chest dramatically, and you giggled, “If you don’t believe my words I will have to prove it to you”, he said, faking the seriousness that he displayed in his voice

“How?”, you asked innocently, and you shrieked when he lounged at you, he grabbed you and held you in his arms, raising you from the floor

“NO!”, you giggled, “leave me!”

“One second wife”, he said, and he threw you in the bed

“Cregan!”, you shrieked

“Perhaps I didn’t eat you out good enough to make you think that you are not the most beautiful woman on the planet!”, he said, his tone worried

“No no no no it was fine!”

“I don’t think so”, he said, and he let himself drop between your parted thighs, he grabbed your dress and raised it until it was over your belly, your bottom half naked for him

“No!”, you giggled

“I have to do this wife”, he said,

“You don’t have to”, you giggled, and then he stopped and looked at you, alarmed

“You don’t want me to?”, he asked, real concern now on his voice

“No, I do, is just, you don’t have to if you don’t want to”, you said, and then he smiled

“Oh but I do want to, wife, you don’t know how delicious you taste, and how good it feels to make you squirm and cum with my tongue alone, it just so good”, he moaned, he grabbed your thighs with his big hands, again, and he parted them for him to have complete access to your already wet pussy.

He ate you out, with even more energy than the first time, it felt so good he made you cum so easily when he used only one of his fingers to find inside of you the weakest point of them all.

“I want to please you too”, you whined, as you recuperated from the intensity of your orgasm, long minutes laters.

Cregan licked his lips as he released you, looking at you with hooded eyes

“You don’t need to do that my dragon”, he said calmly, and it was your turn to smiled wickedly

“Oh but I do want to, husband”, you mocked back, you grabbed him by his vest, and you made him lay on the bed, he used his elbows to lean over to look at you, in marvel, as you accommodated yourself between his legs, and your trembling hands went to the laces that kept his breeches in place

“Are you sure? Fuck”, he cursed as soon and you sneaked under his pants and grabbed his cock, it felt so weird in your palm, so soft, yet firm, so warm… it felt like velvet. You bit your lip as you looked at Cregan’s face and you felt it twitch in your hand, it was odd.

You took the liberty of squeezing him a little and Cregan moaned wantonly, so you guessed you were doing a good job.

“That’s right my love”, he said, with a strangled voice, “move it a little, up and down”, he directed, and you did, you pumped him a little, and you felt it twitch again.

It was almost embarrassing for Cregan to want to cum so fast but, it was you that was touching him, and that was driving him mad with lust.

You on the other hand, wanted to use your mouth, just like he had done, so you lean in, your fist in his shaft, and you took a small lick, over his tip

“Fuck!”, he cursed, and you savored his salty taste. You took him in deeper, your lips adjusting to his girth.. “You are going to kill me”, he whined.

You didn’t know what you were doing, you guided yourself with your instincts, so you started bobbing your head up and down, taking more of him on each movement.

He was long and thick, it was surreal that he had been inside you so many times, it felt so good, but in your mouth well… it felt more good knowing that he was enjoying it.

You were pleasing him, as he drew moans and whimpers, his hands grabbing tightly the furs underneath him

“Yes, my love, just like that”, he begged so sweetly, one of his hands traveled to your head, you could tell that he refrained himself from grabbing you, still he only placed his palm on the back of your head. You continued to do as you were doing, your hand squeezing him softly what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you sucked his cock, hollowing your cheeks and that is when you felt him shake

“Wait”, he begged, his hand on your cheek, you released him, seeing the slippery mess you had make of his dick, you looked at him wide-eyed

“Did I do something wrong?”, you asked, fearful

“No, in fact, I’m so close… but I want to cum inside you wifey”, he said needily. You smiled, raising from your position, “come here, ride me”, he grabbed your hand and helped you accommodate on top of him, your pussy lining up with his cock. He grabbed himself, placing his tip on your entrance, “now lower yourself love, gently”, he said, placing his hand on your hip, and you did as he said.

You moaned when you felt him splitting you open. It was always a stretch, but it felt so good

You had never been on top before, but seeing Cregan, looking up at you, naked under you, made your belly tingle, you placed your hand on his chest as you lowered yourself even more, impaling yourself on his thick cock, until he was comfortable tightly inside you

“Fuck”, he whined, when his tip hit your cervix

“Mmmm Cregan”, you whined, you felt him in your belly, that is how deep he was lodged inside you

“Move please or I will die”, he begged, his hand on your hips. He helped you raise again, until only the tip was still inside you, and then he guided you down again. When you got the hang of it, you ride him slowly but sensually, snapping your hips, he was a moaning mess under you, biting his lips… you weren’t any better, your eyed rolled to the back of your head, you weren’t able to think straight, and you wonder if you ever going to be able to think in something else that wasn’t your husband’s dick

You doubted it

Your climax hitted you like lightning, making you squeeze him even tighter, he didn’t last much longer after that, cumming inside you.

You collapsed on top of him breathing heavily, as he recuperated his own breath under you, hugging you tightly against him.

“Stay like this”, he commanded, his dominant demeanor resurfacing, “I want it to stick”, you giggled softly

“It will”, you promised, even though you had no power over it. he caressed your naked back gently, making you tingle

“I don’t mind if it doesn't”, he said then, “I don’t want to pressure you, don’t feel pressured, alright?”, he asked, and you nodded

“I know it scapes my control”, you said gently, and you heard him hum

“That is right”, he said

“I was thinking about our coming trip”, you said

“Yes?”, he encouraged

“I was thinking…”, you said gently, your finger tracing imaginary figures on his naked chest, “we could fly towards the White Harbor… spend the night, arrange everything for our return, and then make the jump to Dragonstone early in the morning”, you whispered

“I think that is a brilliant idea”, he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “Lord Manderly is one of the most important men in the country and I would love for you to meet him”

“Great”, you smiled at him, happy he was agreeing with you, and he smiled back.

“You looked so beautiful like this”, he whispered, his hand cradling your cheek, caressing you with his thumb.

Your silver long hair was loose, and now a little wild, your pupils blown out, like the eyes of a kitten in the dark, your cheeks heated, your lips parted, for him you were the most beautiful and wild creature in this world.

“If we have children I hope they look like you”, he whispered, and you smiled warmly, leaning in and kissing him softly, he held you in his arms, caressing your back gently.

. . .

The week went by quickly… the nights… even quicker, your blood moon didn’t come, and you were so excited, but maesters said that was common, so you didn’t dare tell Cregan yet, you wanted to be sure.

But he clearly noticed you had this dreamy smile on your lips.

The preparations were made hastily, there wasn’t much to take with you, only what you could fit in the mount in your dragon. Lord Desmond Manderly was expecting you in White Harbor, and you were excited to see it

They said it was a beautiful port, it was the biggest city in all the North, and the key to trading in the entire country. Many things that were coming to your storages for the winter came from the White Harbor, and though the White knife river, just a few miles from Winterfell.

You felt nervous when you suddenly realized you were about to make your first “appearance” as the Lady of Winterfell and in the arms of your husband.

“We leave North in your gentle hands, my dear sister”, he said, grabbing Sara’s hands in his, she smiled, surely

“Of course brother”

“Anything you need, Lord Cerwyn is closest and he can assist you”, Cregan said, and Sara just smiled

“I am aware of that dear brother”, she said mockingly, Cregan just smiled, Sara knew as much as all the castles and houses as he did, everything and everyone was going to be fine

“Very well then”, he whispered, and he kissed her forehead.

When Cregan released her, it was your turn to hug her tightly

“Have a safe trip, please don’t let my brother fall of the dragon”, she giggled

“I wouldn’t dream of it”, you said back, smiling widely.

“I hope than when you came back you have some good news”, she said, and winked, you only blushed and nodded

“Let’s hope”, you said with a smile.

Cregan and you left the safety of the walls of Winterfell, Vhaelar was waiting, looking at your every movement as you approached her. She looked at Cregan and showed her teeth in warning, and he stopped and look at her, nervous

“māzigon va, Vhaelar”, you reprimanded, “ao gīmigon zirȳla” [Come on Vhaelar, you know him]

Vhaelar whined

“ziry iksos ñuha valzȳrys”, [It’s my husband]

She then lowered her head, in a sign of submission, you had to turn back and grab Cregan by the hand

“She doesn’t seem to want to…”, he said nervously, but Vhaelar stood still as you placed his hand on her snout.

She sniffed him, and then purred

“See? she was just playing hard to get”, you mocked. Once you got Vhaelar’s “permission”, you walked towards the mount, she had grown so big you had a small rope ladder to reach the saddle

“You first”, you invited Cregan, and you knew he was nervous, but he climbed that ladder anyway, and you followed closely.

He sat in the big saddle, and you in front of him, once you tied up the leather straps firmly, one around each thigh, and another one around his waist, and then you took your palace and strapped yourself.

He hugged you tightly, chuckling darkly

“You look so hot in your riding gear sweet wife”, he whispered kissing you under your ear - one of your weak spots-, but you just giggled and you nudged him

“Not silly business on top of my dragon”, you warned, and he only laughed

“Just a little bit?”

“No!”, you laughed, grabbing the reins, “ready?”

“Always”, he said

“Sobes Vhaelar!”, you commanded, and she used her strong legs and opened her massively big wings to raise herself from the ground.

Soon you were in the skies, Cregan’s armas tightly against you, and as you looked down, you saw all the people of Winterfell and Winterstown, certainly wanting to catch a glimpse of their Stark Lord riding a dragon.

And you left, for your first diplomatic mission.

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Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).

That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.

I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.

It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺

Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.

Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉

Helping Hands

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.

A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came.

The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach.

Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you.

You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started.

He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.

Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting.

Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured.

Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly.

“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face.

His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them.

You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you.

“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation.

“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast.

He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything.

“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”

Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”

***

The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze.

He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice.

The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you.

The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel.

It’s why you loved him.

Oh god, you were so fucked.

“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?”

“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”

You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him.

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face.

Inhale. Exhale.

Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?”

You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.

With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass.

You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.

“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury.

He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”

You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips.

You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out.

With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”

“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.”

He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you.

Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him.

“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target.

“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly.

His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”

The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both.

The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you.

His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you.

Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire.

“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard.

“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire.

You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second.

A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.

“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face.

Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.

“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination.

The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently.

“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

“Lead the way, Miller.”

***

His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face.

You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed.

He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered.

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing.

He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air.

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair.

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long.

Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself.

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?”

“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents.

Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them.

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs.

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat.

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in.

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly.

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him.

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach.

You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest.

“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch?

Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand.

“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours.

“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”

You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.”

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep.

Everything: @maievdenoir @amneris21 @hnt-escape @elegantduckturtle @harriedandharassed @jediknight122 @ayrusss @hayley-the-comet @sherala007 @alexxavicry @scorpio-marionette @donnaa @practicalghost @tanzthompson @beskarprincessjenny @littlemisspascal @icanbeyourjedi @thatpinkshirt @maryfanson @sunnshineeexoxo @misspearly1 @misspearlssideblog @athalien @its--fandom--darling @sara-alonso @doommommy @browneyes-issac @trickstersp8 @nembees @kaitieskidmore1 @mswarriorbabe80 @allthe-ships @tintinn16 @hungrhay @rosie-posie08 @manuymesut @all-the-way-down-here @iccedays @tusk89 @graciexmarvel @pedrostories @pedr0swh0r3 @musings-of-a-rose @untitledarea @majestyjade

#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #tlou joel

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bloodyminyard · 2 months

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a (long) comprehensive list of buck related things in 7x04 that have me losing it as i rewatch:

- the stupid starry eyed look he has while getting the tour from tommy

- the terrible “i need mo jo” joke that tommy laughs at purely bc it was endearing

- “you didn’t call me because you wanted to see the toys”

- “you need to raise your bar kid” my GOD the “kid”

- ofc, the “no way!! eddie was in the army!”

- god they are so FLIRTY “really?” “my fees are competitive” “let me buy you a beer no WAY buck is this clueless

- eddie being so excited about the fight, and specifically the idea of buck joining help

- “keeping my options fluid” SIR

- evan?!?!?!????

- the close up shot as the fly off my heart

- the look on bucks face when eddie talks about tommy, boy is devastated

- “i saved a baby in a pipe once!” yes you did were so proud

- not buck related: but i adore ravi so much

- OKAY BUT BUCKS STUTTER !! they way he trips over his words when he’s surprised or nervous or even upset 😭

- “i do. i really do.” MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK ASHHH AHHH

- and the SIGH after as eddie walks away, the building up the courage to ask more

- THE SAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN EDDIE ASKS HIM TO WATCH CHRIS OHHH EDMUNDO WHEN I CATCH YOU

- “i keep saying, chris it’s not a video game” “because it’s harder than a video game???” maddie i see you and am so sorry you have to deal with this

- SAME WITH “he’s made an impression in a very short time” “i can see that” LIKE SHE IS SO NOT GONNA BE SURPRISED WHEN BUCK COMES OUT TO HER 😭

- “i don’t think you lie to a child just to ingratiate yourself” bro it’s not that serious i promise

- sorry brb imagining buck asking chris all these questions about tommy and chris going 🤔🤔🤔

- buck being upset that eddie invited tommy to play basketball even though eddie always asks him and he says no bc he doesn’t like it… he’s so me i can’t

- “was there a heart around it?” there might as well been maddie!!!

- peacocking buck we love and hate to see (it’s so embarrassing i have to close my eyes. “maybe we should hoop” sir please stop)

- the pouting OLEASE he’s so

- his smile

- the “evan” throws me off every TIME but also it kindaaaaa

- “what are the odds?” bro chill

- the smile when tommy fists bumps him oh i see you gay boy even if you don’t yet

- “so i’m your basketball beard” brother you don’t even KNOW

- i’m sorry the song that’s playing while they play basketball is “playing with the boys”🤔🤔… the lyrics too “i don’t wanna be obsessed but my desire with the boys” (and YES i am aware it’s a top gun reference, however that movie is also gay is hell and so is this song, moving on)

- tommy cocking his head when buck runs into him like oh my

- poor chim does not deserve to be put in the middle of all of this

- “well you bucked that up didn’t you” :(

- okay this scene between maddie and buck afterwards is actually so important to me, i love their ability to communicate, and how buck openly admits that he doesn’t know if he meant to hurt eddie or not, and that he was angry and lashed out, and maddie’s reaction to it :( “that’s not how you get someone’s attention”

- “i guess i was trying to get his attention” buck is the representative of the “i don’t know why i do the things i do until tons of self reflection after the fact” club, same im the president actually

- i do love that we get to watch him try and figure out why he acts and feels the way he does in real time! even at the end he still doesn’t entirely know until tommy is in his face staring at his lips

- the stutter is back 🫶

- “evan…” STOP THE WAY HE SAYS IT THAT TIME MAKES ME GIGGLE I CANT

- this entire scene drives me crazy btw i can literally pick it apart piece by piece… but the way he smiles throughout it makes my heart go akrjeidjdjsjd

- the chemistry is fucking IMMACULATE btw!! the flirting is so natural and it shows through buck being oblivious about it!! like brother no one stands that close to each other

- buck figuring out how he feels AS he speaks!!! poor boy is trying to catch up as fast as he can

- everything about the “okay” after tommy says “i can teach you”… the smile, the eye squint, the head tilt, like oh my GOD

- the way the tone changes when buck says “good” my GOD, the way his face drops as he comes to the realization that maybe it was about tommy the whole time

- the “cause trying to get your attention has been kinda exhausting” punches me in the gut EVERY TIME I WATCH THIS LIKE FUCK OH MY GOD BUCK LIKES MEN FR? and the way he says it GOD, like i said, he’s literally figuring this out as the words come out of his mouth (“i guess so”)

- okay my ONE nitpick about the kiss scene is that tommy grabs his chin, and then when it cuts it’s the two fingers under the chin, it’s inconsistent and i think i like the chin grab better

- the absolute STUNNED look in bucks eyes after the kiss!!! as the perfect oliver stark put it: he’s found something he’s been missing for a long time

- tommy is so worried in the split second before buck tells him that it was okay

- the wordless nod after tommy asks if it was okay THIS MEANS SO MYCH TO ME

- you can FEEL the sense of relief and wholeness radiating off of buck

- “better than fake mouth static” AKSHSISHS

- his eyes following tommy’s lips as he laughs, and then the brief look down like his whole WORLD has just been turned upside down before tommy speaks again

- i am so fucking here for buck being asked out and being stunned by it

- the stutter again 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

- tommy’s smile as he leaves like tee hee ur kinda cute

- the entire of his expressions at the end. there’s panic, there’s confusion, there’s happiness OLIVER STARK THE MAN THAT YOU ARE !!!!

in conclusion: this is everything i wanted and more, the brain rot is everywhere, i cannot escape this episode

#911 abc #bi evan buckley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #y’all this was just an excuse to get out every thought i had surrounding this in a controlled way #that last scene will live in my brain forever

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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No worries, bestie, I gotchu

TL;DR of what I remember: Any slashers you'd like (Including Michael Myers just to satiate my own needs lol, if you write for the RZ version, that'd be incredible but if not that's also fine) with an S/O who deals with their fear through extreme humor and laughing so hard they can't breathe (akin to the "Look at this dude" guy. I'll get you the video if you need it)

Thanks sm for being patient with me🫠💖 I hope u don’t mind I only did rz mikey cuz my dumbass didn’t know how to incorporate this into a plot😭😽

RZ!Michael with a Reader that copes with fear through humour

Michael broke into your home at night. You were still up watching tv when you heard him shuffling through the kitchen. You were terrified to know what was lurking in the dark room

As you slowly crept off the couch to investigate, a nervous chuckle left your lips. You had a bad habit of laughing and cracking jokes in scary situations like this

“Yo, dude. Wrong crib.” You blurted out

You stuck your hand through the doorway, flicking on the light of the kitchen. You stood there dumbfounded at the sight of Michael Myers in your home, blood dripping from his knife. As much as you wanted to scream, you sputtered out a hesitant laugh instead

“This is some dumb prank, right?” You giggled, backing away out of the kitchen. Michael menacingly trailed after you. “You’re breaking a lotta boundaries here. I’m gonna call the cops.” You warned

You were still trying to convince yourself that this was some big joke. This was Haddonfield, after all. The ‘trick’ in trick or treating was year round here. But when this tall, masked man began to breathe scarily heavy right in your face, you knew better. You finally went to scream, but then furrowed your brow as you got a better look at his worn mask in the dark. It looked awfully familiar

“Dude—is that William Shatner?” You asked

You bursted into laughter, wheezing as tears tried to escape your eyes. Michael tilted his head to the side, angrily gripping his knife until his knuckles turned white. You wanted to stop laughing but you couldn’t. You clutched your stomach through your pjs as you continued to hysterically do so

“Ohhh, my god.” You gasped for air

Every time you looked at him, your laughter only grew harder. Just the way his mask looked so unimpressed with you nearly made you piss yourself

All of a sudden, you hilariously lifted up your hand, and gave Michael the Vulcan salute from Star Trek

“The needs of the many!”

That made you cry with laughter. You thought you were so funny

“HAHAHAHA!”

Your knees buckled and you soon found yourself lying on the floor, wheezing while holding your aching belly

Michael was so pissed off with you in that moment. But for once in his horrible life, he refrained from killing. You couldn’t get too excited though, as he would be back for you

You didn’t even notice Michael turn away and head out the same way he broke in. You were too busy laughing at your own jokes on the floor like an idiot

As absolutely woeful you were to him, the man was somehow intrigued by you. You were a total nut, but he had seen worse. Michael’s idea was to come back tomorrow night, so he could finish you off for real

He would be more quiet with sneaking in then, this time not moving around so much. He would creep up behind you when you least expected it, and then slice his knife into your stupid back

Who’s laughing now?

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #rob zombie #rz michael myers #rz halloween #halloween #rab.reads #slasher x reader

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kittyball23 · 6 months

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Hi is it okay if you write a story about baby branch and Floyd

It sure is 😊

Remember (a Trolls fanfic)

Dear Diary,

It’s been a pretty quiet evening at home so far, and I guess there’s a few reasons for that. For one, I guess it’s no secret that I’m the quietest among my brothers (they say I should assert myself more, but I find that I can’t - it’s just the way I am 0.0). Also, my older brothers aren’t here at the moment, and the bro that IS here is sleeping on my lap (it’s a little hard to write right now, but I can manage). I’m guessing you’re probably wondering where exactly my older brothers are. Well, John Dory is out running some errands with Grandma, so they’re hitting the grocery store and a few other places (plus, JD DID say he was going to try and get supplies for some new costume ideas he has planned for us and our band, BroZone).

Spruce is out on a date. He ran another one of his competitions, and the winner this time around is a girl named Doreen. I’ve seen her around town a bit, and she seemed very excited to be able to be with him. As for Spruce… I don’t think I could really say the same :( But, regardless, they were heading out to Senior Frosty’s. A lot of us like to go down there for some sweet treats (personally, I think Grandma’s stuff is the best, but they’re okay too ^_^). Spruce’s favorite is the Tropical Sunset sundae, which is an ice cream that I think is made from vanilla, with some kind of fruity syrup and chunks of pineapple on top. It sounds pretty tasty, but my personal preference is the strawberry delight (an underrated flavor, but delicious nonetheless!)

Clay headed off to another one of his sad-book club meetings. He’s sorta told me about them before, but I’m a little nervous to go to one, if I’m being honest. If it’s about sad books like he says, I’m probably gonna be in tears the whole time! I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I pack a lot of tissues when I do get the chance to accompany him :)

That leaves me and Branch, like I mentioned before. We had some fun with all kinds of activities around the house.

We frosted some sugar cookies that Grandma had baked earlier in the day (Branch got a little messy with the decorating, but he didn’t mind). We played some games (the usual - hide-and-seek, tag… freeze tag) and sang some of our band’s songs together. I’m very proud of him. Even though he’s only a couple years old, he’s got a great falsetto going. Golden! I can tell he’s going to be an amazing singer one day, and I can’t wait for him to start performing with us. John Dory thinks he’s ready, too. A few days ago, he actually suggested that we should start arranging for our first tour. Spruce and Clay agreed, and it’s going to be so exciting!

As Floyd tapped his pencil to his chin, pondering what to write down next, the light weight on his lap began to shift. He immediately put his journal down, and watched admiringly as Branch cutely yawned and stretched.

“Hey, Branch,” he cooed softly, stroking his brother’s delicate little cheek. “Did you have a good nap?”

The baby blinked up at him, rubbing the sleep out of his large blue eyes and grinning his sweet little one-toothed grin. “Uh-huh!”

Floyd chuckled and ruffled his rich blue hair. “That’s good.”

“What did you do, Floyd?” the small Troll asked curiously.

“Oh, I was just writing in my journal,” he said, showing him the book that he’d placed at his side.

“Ohhh,” Branch mused, cocking his head. “Can I see it?”

“Sure thing,” Floyd replied fondly, opening it up and allowing Branch to flip through the pages.

“I write all kinds of things in here,” the magenta-haired Troll explained while the baby stared in wonder. “Ideas, stories, wishes… but do you know what my favorite thing to write about is?”

“What?” Branch asked, his eyes twinkling with interest.

“All the stuff I do with you, and our brothers.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Definitely,” Floyd answered. “That way, when we want to remember something special, it’ll all be right here.” He gave him a little side hug that Branch happily leaned into with a giggle. Then, the little blue Trolling thought of something else.

“Do you write songs in there, too?”

Floyd nodded. “Yeah, I do.” Then he smirked. “But you know, I’ve been having a little trouble trying to finish the one I’ve been working on. Do you want to help me?”

His baby brother’s face lit up. “Yeah!”

And, as he and Branch made another cherished memory - harmonizing together and creating wonderful new melodies - Floyd made sure to recall every little detail of their experience so, in that way, he could notate it in his journal for them to always remember.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #my sons 🥺#fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers

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getmeoutofhell · 5 months

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Mickey Altieri x f reader

summary: mickey has a gift for you.

warnings: just mickey being mickey.

a/n: this takes place with the whole gf group. but this is for my BFF helloooo frennn. also happy eve y’all!!

“Merry christmas everyone!!” you said as you walked into the living room.

you were so excited today, the reason being is because you had mickey for secret santa.

“merry christmas y/n.” ethan said to you, handing you a small bag which you assumed was a gift from him.

“you dumb brain we aren’t supposed to do the secret santa until after we eat!” roman told him, slightly annoyed.

“ohhh right, my bad. sorry y/n pretend this never happened.” ethan then walked away to the christmas tree to put his gift back on the floor.

“okay ethan.” you said in between laughter.

you had your gift in your hand. no surprise you actually pulled mickeys name for the secret santa. you thought he some how did it on purpose, but you didn’t question it.

you and mickey had pretty strong feelings for each other for a while. you wouldn’t say he loved you, but you knew you loved him.

you saw stu put his gift on the floor under the tree, hiding it behind a bigger present.

“i know i was supposed to just get one gift. but the person i got deserves more than one.”

you knew immediately he picked billy or ambers name.

“you must have gotten billy or ambers name since you saying they deserve more than one.”

stu then put his index finger to his lips, making a shh sound and waking away. you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“oh my god what’s that smell?” it was jill. she came and sat next to you in the couch.

“it’s mickey, charlie, and richie burning up the fucking turkey.” roman told her.

“that does stink damn.” you said, laughing at the end.

“no surprise it’s those three.” jill added.

*time skip 1 hour*

“okay guys, it’s time to come eat at the table. hurry up!” roman yelled to everybody.

you went and sat at the seat close to the end of the table. to your surprise mickey came and sat next to you.

“hey beautiful.” he smiled at you.

“oh! hey mickey, merry christmas.” you felt your body get a little warm from embarrassment, so you tried to avoid eye contact with him. no matter how many times you guys talked, his voice still make you a nervous wreck.

“merry christmas y/n.” you notice he had a christmas hat on, with an ugly sweater.

“nice sweater.” you tried to avoid the awkwardness with a joking compliment.

“thanks.” he chuckled.

about 5 seconds later everyone else started walking in the room, finding a seat to sit in.

ethan sat on your right, as mickey was on your left.

a little bit later, charlie and roman brought out the turkey and ham and sat them on the table. then went back into the kitchen and grabbed to rest of the food.

“thank god the food is done, i’m literally starving.” amber said. “that turkey looks and smells burnt.” jill stated, looking at it with disgust.

“let’s be nice jill, i bet they tried their best, right mickey?” you turned to mickey, waiting for an answer. “uhhh, yes?” you laughed.

“i guess not then, continue the slander jill.” jill laughed at your comment.

“okay guys let’s now eat.” roman told everyone.

as your enjoying your food, you look over at mickey, who was already looking at you. “is something wrong?” you asked concerned.

“do you know how pretty you are? like seriously.” he smiles. you feel your whole face get hot and you look away and avoid eye contact once again. “uhhh, i don’t know what to say to that. thanks i guess?” he then puts his hand on yours, rubbing it softly.

stu notices, and makes a shocked face. “ohhhh, the two love bugs are back at it.” he laughed and then stuffed his face with more food.

you felt your body heat up again, staring at your plate nervously. you turned to look at mickey, who’s face was a tiny bit red. “don’t do the most stu.” he said.

now it’s after dinner, and time to open the secret santa gifts. you were kinda excited to see what ethan had got you. but you were more excited to show mickey the gift you got him.

“alright let’s pass the gifts around. ethan…how about you go first. since you already spoiled who you got a gift for.” roman stated.

ethan mumbled a “my bad” and went and grabbed the gift with your name on it, and then looked for the one with his name.

“ohh, i wonder who got me this gift. y/n was it you?” he handed you your gift, and then sat down and opened his.

“maybe. maybe not.” you teased him, knowing you didn’t get his name. “okay so, this is ambers.” roman started handing the gifts to who they belong to. he eventually handed mickey his gift, then going to sit down.

you watch as everyone opens their gifts, all enjoying and making jokes with each other. “aren’t you gonna open your gift y/n?” mickey asked you, looking at you then the gift. “yeah! wait, you got me a gift?” you tried to remove the awkwardness by laughing. “special gift for a special girl.” he chuckles. you look inside the bag to find a box. you then look at him for a second before grabbing the box and reading it.

it was titled ‘my love’.

you then opened the box to see what was inside, only to find pictures of you during your everyday life. “do you like it princess?” he asked you. you took a minute to process what you were looking at, picking up and looking through the pictures. there was pictures of you in your pjs, and even pictures of you in the living room by yourself. “how?” you thought. “what…why? i appreciate the gift, it’s just…” you stared at the pictures. he put his hand on your knee. “now do you believe i love you?” you only started at him in disbelief, but felt your face and body heat up. maybe he does love you?

AHH I HOPE YOU LOVE THISSSS

#slashers x reader #slashers #slashers x y/n #ghostface x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #i love you frennnn

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 9 months

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Weak:

>>>his smile

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

this is so messy i am SO sorry…😭🫣

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Changbin

𝒍𝒆𝒓s: Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung (basically 3racha + hyunjin’s dorm)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

𝕥𝕨: massage chair, changbin almost faints in the end and is a cute little shit, tons of nibbles and raspberries, some swearing

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣u.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Changbin was nervous. Let’s just say the others had finally convinced their manager to finally get a massage chair, and they were all trying it out.

Bin wasn’t stupid. He knew his sensitivity with massage chairs and he wasn’t about to get himself trapped in this situation.

When it was his turn to try out the chair, he excused himself to the restroom, trying to escape afterwards just to get caught by…

“Hyung? Where are you going? Don’t you wanna try the chair?” Jisung questioned the panicked older.

“Ohh I’m a little tired Sung, maybe i’ll try a little later…” Changbin tried to look anywhere but Han’s face.

“Oh! Well if you’re tired…just sit on the chair for like 2 minutes, please?” Han pleaded, eyes sparkling with excitement.

The dark rapper definitely couldn’t resist the younger’s eyes, but he tried to. Way too fast, he gave in. I mean, how sensitive could it be?

Changbin took a deep breath as Jisung pressed a few buttons on the remote, and when the chair turned on, Bin could feel the wands pushing up into his back, vibrating as a form of massage.

However, it definitely didn’t feel like a massage to the poor rapper, instead, Binnie tried not to let out a stream of giggles as the feeling almost overwhelmed his body.

He lasted about a total of 10 seconds before he started giggling quietly, body squirming as Han gave him an incredibly confused look.

Ohhh, poor Bin could already feel the blush creeping up his face as he t r i e d to hold in his giggles, but failing every time.

He heard loud laughter and as he looked over to see who was laughing, he made eye contact with a gleeful Hyunjin.

“HAHA IT’S TICKLISH FOR HIM, HAN!” Hyunjin doubled over in laughter, as Changbin whined pitifully.

It was Jisung’s turn to laugh at his hyung as the boy tried his hardest to get off the chair, just to get pushed and held down by Hyunjin.

“plehehease okahay it tihickles juhuhust lehet me oHOHOUT!” Changbin yelled as Hyunjin straddled his waist, only pushing his torso deeper into the chair.

In the next few seconds, Hyunjin had managed to call Chan while Jisung got on Bin’s legs, only trapping the giggling boy’s legs down further.

Chris arrived, due to Hyunjin’s call, and laughed when the explanation was shouted into his ear.

“Well, I knew Binnie was sensitive to those chairs, he’s always avoided them.”

“Haha yeah it’s so funny that he’s always the one holding our arms up when we get wrecked by each other, and now he’s the one trapped!” Jisung laughed as Chan and Hyunjin looked at him with a smile.

Meanwhile the poor rapper was going mad, unable to move while the others teased him.

“hehehe shuhut uhup!” Bin flushed a deep red when the others cooed at his giggles.

Chan walked over and pulled Changbin’s weakened arms up, resulting in protests from the rapper as he tried his hardest to stop the oldest.

Hyunjin decided to shut him up but suddenly digging deep into the older’s torso.

Changbin’s face stretched into a wide, and frankly, adorable smile as he screeched at the suddenness of the sensation.

“YAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNJIHIN PLEHEAHEASE!” He yelled. Jisung stretched him out more as the older begged and begged.

Changbin’s normally strong body felt weak, and he was unable to do anything except laugh his head off as Hyunjin squeezed at his ribs.

“OHO MY GAHAD STAHP STAHAHAP PLHEHEHEASEEE!”

Bin squealed loudly as Jisung joined in from his legs, digging his nimble fingers into the firm muscle of the rapper’s thighs.

Changbin managed to thrash so much that he flipped over, however this only made things worse as his sensitive chest and torso was now the one getting the massage…

“AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE TUHURN IT OHOHOHOFF!” Changbin screamed as Chan managed to raise his arms above his head again, and easy feat considering how weak he was.

Jisung continued digging into the back of his thighs as Hyunjin cooed at the rapper, occasionally pinching at his side to hear him squeal.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHU, MEHEHEHEANIES!!!” Hyunjin gasped dramatically as Chan glared at the nervously giggling rapper, who knew he had made a mistake.

Chan was able to let go of the younger’s arms now, as Changbin was too weak to try anything anyway.

He pressed Bin’s arms into the chair by sitting on them, giggling as the rapper screeched from the sensation on his underarms.

The eldest dug all his fingers into Changbin’s back ribs while Hyunjin abandoned his side for the small of his back, wiggling his fingers there just to watch Changbin’s thrashing increase, while Jisung let go of his thighs in favor of getting the rapper’s feet.

The sensation drove him mad, and Changbin screamed the loudest he could before descending into silent laughter, tears steaming down his face.

Chan giggled at how violently Binnie was shaking, and then decided to give the poor boy a break.

“Okay guys let’s just let him catch his breath.” Chan reached over to turn the chair off, laughing when Changbin sighed loudly in relief, residual giggles coming from the rapper as he laid face down on the chair.

“ugh frihick youhu people.” Changbin commented, eyes widening as he felt his shirt being lifted up at the back.

“You’re really gonna regret that…” Hyunjin replied, scribbling over Bin’s back lightly to hear his sweet giggles.

Hyunjin lowered his head and took a deep breath, while an unsuspecting Bin sagged in his chair.

Hyunjin suddenly blew a very long raspberry right on the small of Bin’s back, watching as the rapper jolted and screeched in laughter, thrashing around as the other two began their torture as well.

“NONONOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHA-” The rest of Changbin’s sentence was lost as Hyunjin nibbled at his back, and the feeling of teeth was obviously too much for the boy as he cut in and out of silent laughter.

Bin felt like he was seconds from ascending as he went limp from weakness.

Finally, the others decided he had enough and let go of him entirely, cooing at his red face and exhausted body.

Hyunjin ran to get him some water while the rest of 3RACHA helped Changbin catch his breath. The rapper sagged into the hug as he sipped at his water.

“Sorry if we went too far, hyung.” Jisung apologized.

“To be fair though, you were so cute!” Chan squealed. “Who knew that this was your weakness?” Hyunjin sarcastically asked.

“It’s okahay guhuys! Really, i’m fihine!” Changbin reassured as he panted.

“I’m so doing this again!” Chan exclaimed, laughing when Changbin groaned and smiled slightly at him.

He liked the feeling maybe just a little too much…

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

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mothxmoons · 1 year

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OMG OK I'M 21 SO could you like do smth where the reader gets isekaid into resident evil and they won't stop thirsting over the characters 😭

Ye I can

When you first appeared in the resident evil universe, you really didn’t think you’d end up even meeting the characters. As they were just a few in 7 billion people of the world, however the universe had something else in store for you it seems. Moved into a nice apartment in Raccoon, because yeah smart idea why not. For a job at a nice little restaurant, you needed money.

Who walks through the door? Fucking Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. You take their orders, making small chat with them, being friendly and funny, but in your mind you are screaming. You had to take a moment in the back just to stare off for a minute before going back out there.

They seemed to genuinely enjoy your company as you chatted together. Cracking jokes, asking about yourself, complimenting your outfit, the works. You didn’t mind, you were busy complimenting them too.

“You have such a cute hair cut.”

“I love your outfit.”

“You have really pretty eyes.”

Oh the list could go on and on with how much you were talking to them the whole night. And after that night, they kept coming back.

What you didn’t know was that they were talking about you to their coworkers after the first time and then the next.

“The new waiter at that restaurant? They’re so pretty.” Jill said to Rebecca, looking over some papers.

“Really nice too, complimented my hair.” Chris chimed in, earning a scoff from Jill.

“They were talking to me, idiot.” She rolled her eyes, Rebecca laughing at that.

“Jealous~” Chris replied, unfazed. Jill rolled her eyes once more before turning back to Rebecca.

“They’re so nice, I-“

“What are you talking about during work hours?” Wesker said, coming out of his office. Disgruntled, and obviously should have been home.

“Ohhh, captain,” Chris said in a higher pitched voice, “We were talking about the cute new server at that new restaurant. They were totally flirting with me.”

“Flirting with me, more like.” Jill retorted, swatting at him.

“Ooh! Ow! I’m injured!” He feigned, dramatically draping himself over his chair.

Wesker watched the three with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head. Practically groaning at the two of them arguing over who some waiter was flirting with.

“You two are so childish.”

“Oh yeah, captain? Then maybe we should take you to see this waiter. What do you think Chris?” Jill stated, a sly smirk appearing on her face as she looked over to Chris.

“I think that’s a lovely idea, Jill.” Chris agreed, a sly smirk matching her’s as they looked back to their captain. A groan escaping said man.

When you saw them enter later that night, they had brought along their captain, which you were a little nervous about. Accidentally getting his attention would only spell out trouble for you, but at the same time, the thought excited you too.

When you came up to their table, they immediately started to talk to you about everything and anything, Wesker watched without saying anything. Watched as his teammates cracked jokes and talked with you, and how you would fire back your own and even compliment them.

Ok…he could see why they liked you so much. He’ll have to start coming here regularly as well.

#asks!#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #chris redfield x reader #jill valentine x reader

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toweroftickles · 5 months

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Mini-Fic: Tulin Tickles

I completely 100% blame @otomiyaa for this. 😂 Here I was working on normal things, and she went and reblogged an old Tulin post that got my brain working. So this is not great and was spit out very quickly. Lol

The warm Hebra summer wind blew through Tulin’s crest as he nocked an arrow into his Swallow Bow. This was his last shot…he had to make it count. His tongue poked out of his black beak, and he squeezed one eye tight…the wooden bullseye, scarred by dozens of arrowheads, bobbed up and down on a Korok balloon, 200 yards ahead.

“Come on, Tulin, you’ve got it!” Zelda cheered him. Link tossed her a glance that playfully asked “Whose side are you on?”

“Heck yeah! I’m the best archer in Rito history!” declared the young avian, cocky as always. One last cheeky wink at the competition, and then he took off.

Wings flapped. Claws pulled at taught string. The arrow fired off like a rocket through a spiraling wind, and time seemed to stand still. The target was dancing quickly in the air. With a loud and vibrating THUNK, the arrow struck home…

…on the target’s outside edge. It pulled to the side just in the nick of time to avoid a bullseye.

“Ohhh, that was so close!” Zelda announced. “Sorry, Tulin, that’s 30 to 29…Link wins again!” She dove toward Link excitedly and pecked him on the cheek. Tulin’s face fell.

“Awww, maaaannnnn….” he grumbled and kicked the dirt, pouting. All he wanted was to be a great warrior, just like his dad…and Link. But no matter how hard he pushed himself, it never felt like enough. Teba always told him to “take it easy” or “you’re still a child” or “don’t try too hard” and other boring parent stuff…still, nothing excited him more than tearing holes in the sky with his bow. Why, just imagining all the upcoming practice he’d have to do…it quickly turned his frown into a determined grin.

“Well…I’ll get you next time, Link; you just wait!”

Link smiled and nodded at him, and even flashed a thumbs-up for good measure. Tulin returned the favor…he couldn’t possibly stay grumpy with his friends. But as he turned to retrieve his arrows, he didn’t look where he was going, and clumsily bumped right into the princess, who appeared in front of him as if from nowhere. She didn’t seem to mind, though…she was smiling down at him, her head framed by hanging streaks of golden hair, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl who knew a dirty secret. Tulin looked up into her eyes.

What’s she up to?

"Heehee! Remember the rules, Tulin…”

Oh no.

“…the loser has to pay a penalty.”

When Rito became nervous, their whole bodies prickled like fuzzy pinecones as their feathers stood on end. And at that precise moment, Tulin looked like a very fuzzy pinecone indeed. His eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"W-wait...hold on! We don't have to..." The young Rito stumbled backward away from the princess, stammering, seemingly having forgotten that he could fly. She was slowly walking toward him, hands tucked behind her back, her sunny smile hiding evil intent.

"I'll train EXTRA hard for next time, and...a-and...yike!"

Before he could flutter his wings away, Zelda grabbed Tulin by the shoulders and pushed him down into the high grass. He tried to squirm out of her grip, but his leader plunged her fingertips through his feathery coat and wiggled them up and down, pinching like crab claws under his arms and all over his belly.

Oh no.

"Uhuh-HAA!! *hic* Ah HA-HA Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! *gasp* Aw...vnnn...ffffHA-Ha Ha!! Huh-Heh HA!!" Tulin's chipper voice kept cracking, his hysterical boyish laughter peppered with shrieks and hiccups as he struggled wildly. He was flapping around like a...well...a Cucco with its head cut off.

"Heh! Your giggle is contagious, Hn-Hn Hn!" Zelda cooed sweetly, lost in her own joyful snickers. She was loving every second of this. “Heehee! Awww, Link; he's sooo ticklish...”

"Luh…Link, HA-HA HA! M-make her stahahop!!” Tulin’s cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and they hurt from smiling. He hated this…why wouldn’t Zelda stop treating him like a baby? Surely his closest friend, his big brother, the Hero of Hyrule, would rescue him. Surely…right?

No such luck. Link was laughing too. Instead of helping, he knelt down and rummaged through his travel pack, ever the sovereign’s obedient knight…the gears in his head were visibly turning. Out of his supplies he pulled a strange, squirmy object and tossed it near the tussling knot formed by his two friends.

It was a green Lizalfos tail.

The severed appendage, unaware its owner had died, suddenly snapped like a whip and coiled itself around Tulin’s right ankle. It felt cold and craggy and squeezed too tight. Was it trying to snare prey for a non-existent mouth? Tulin couldn’t say…

…he was too busy cracking up. The tip of the tail was flicking back and forth and tickling his foot. He was laughing so hard he’d almost gone silent. Tears stung his eyelashes.

"Hhhhuh, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! *gasp* Heheh...NGHa-Ha Ha-Ha HAA Haha-Ha!! H…Hehehelp! Uncle!!!"

But then, out of nowhere and quite instinctively, Tulin was startled to remember something: his Vow.

A huge, cold gust of wind blasted from his flapping wings. The Lizalfos tail ripped from his leg and careened far into a field beyond, and the princess of Hyrule was thrown into the air with the force of a Hinox arm.

She cried out in surprise. Link immediately hopped up to catch her, and although his arms were at the correct height, he misjudged the distance. Zelda’s butt crashed right into his chest cavity, and the wind was knocked completely out of him. He choked, eyes bulging, unable to breathe, and the two crumpled into a heap on the knoll.

Spurred by a mix of shock, guilt, humiliation, and a sore stomach, Tulin sat up in the grass and stared, jaw hung open.

He wanted to be mad. He wanted to huff and pout and not talk to either of them for a day or two.

But looking at Link and Zelda sprawled on top of each other like that, all Tulin could do was laugh.

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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I’m literally shaking after reading chapter 18, I’m not kidding! All of it shook me to the core!

I have the most intense shivers and goosebumps rn I swear!!

Get ready for more of me reacting to some of my most favorite bits from the fic~ (there are WAY more, but this would be way too long and messy if I included all of them :'p)

“The detector was right all along; there is a cryptid right on top of me.”

Moon stares at you before your words bounce back and set your face on fire.

“I mean, here!” you start, scrambling, “close in proximity—”

Oh Y/N, I love your slipups almost as much as the boys do X3

“Oh,” you breathe. “It’s not loaded.”

A beat passes in the quiet cricket song of the night.

“We know.” He doesn’t sound as mischievous as before.

It would seem you’re not the only one who’s still a bit jumpy.

They’re both so jumpy oh nooooo!!!! Sweeties!!!! :’0

The LORE!!! I still don’t know what the name Paahlott might mean, but gosh I looooove the concept of her! It’s so cool how OLD all the demons are! *Looking back at my "cave art" piece and getting a strong urge to make more stuff like it*

You know how badly I wanna draw the demon glamrocks don’t you X3 (just gotta get the time!!!)

“Can I see you?” you ask carefully. The humming against your spine stops. “I want to get an accurate depiction of you, if that’s okay?”

I LOVE how Y/N asks this, hesitating at first, but so polite and carefully!! AND THEY WANT TO DRAW THEM MORE ACCURATELY!!! SAME Y/N, SAME! XD

"Light,” they grumble.

“You’re being so freaky,” you accuse but lower the flashlight.

“Can’t help it.”

They’re so silly I love them! I’m so normal about the fact that they’re so mysterious, animal and freaky while in their true form but also in general after the reveal! Even knowing that Y/N likes it when they use their demonic powers! X3

They’re so cute omg! The way they sit in the corner, I can so easily visualize them sitting there in the low light. and how they turn away, scared, concerned and so deflated after the denied kiss!

OH MY GOD THE DENIED KISS!!!! NAFF ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! I LOVED THAT SCENE SOOOOO MUCH, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!!! THEY WERE SO EAGER FOR THAT KISS!!!! THE HUNGER IN THEIR FACE?!?! HELLOOOOO!!!!!!

Oh lord poor Y/N having to explain themselves with that deep blush on their face hvbasdhvsc

"Oh.” They pull back. Your hand falls through the empty space. The towering, imposing presence of their being turns icy cold. “We shouldn’t have—that wasn’t—we’re sorry.”

Meep live reaction: *Screaming into a pillow*

There it is! They’re afraid that Y/N is scared of them when they’re actually more nervous and excited than scared! It’s starting!!!

YEEEEES GRAB THEM BY THE HORNS!!! >:D

And the chest nuzzles to reassure them oh my lord!!!

“We were a bit quick, hm?” OH YES YOU WERE JKFGHADFJKGAHDFKJ

And then the little tongue flick! WILL YOU PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELVES FOR ONE SECOND BOYS XD

“Did you just lick me?”

“We enjoy how you taste.”

BOYS!!!! Gosh I love em sdjgabfd

Ok ok, calming down from that. Man I loved that!

I love the description of Monty! HE EATS JUST BONES?!? WHAT A BADASS!!!!! Crunch crunch~

“And he has impressive claws,” you note, musing.

Moon makes a low sound, almost a scoff.

“He’ll show you those. You never have to ask.” Moon lifts a hand, shadowed by a phantom limb, and the fingers wave and clench in exaggerated flair and spookiness. In a quiet but faux-bellowing voice, Moon growls, “Look at my claws, ohhh.”

JSHAKDLFGLDFHJGDFJH I COULD VISUALIZE AND HEAR THIS SO EASILY!!

"We were too hasty.”

“We were eager but they asked for time. We can give it.”

The vivid vision of your shocked expression and hand covering their teeth plays through them. Another twitch and cringe plague their vessel.

Aaaaw boys,, please don’t worry about it too much :’) *pats them on the back*

The red sand from the desert really doesn’t wanna leave Y/N alone huh… keeps sticking to everything...

Sun pulls the curtains open with a gentle whoosh. Amber beams shoot into the room, filling it with a squint-worthy brightness. You look up to Sun as he turns back, silhouetted in the window. Before you can comment on how nice he looks, the T.V. abruptly blares out.

I’M SO MAD Y/N NEVER GOT TO TELL HIM HOW NICE HE LOOKED!!!! D’:

There’s the picture! It has come back to haunt us! Oh they knew for a long time about our little demon friend,,

Halfway through the fight with the hunters I’m crying with my face in my hands! I know they’ll be fine! But I’m soooo scared for them! Having any of them get hurt makes my soul weep and ache! Moon! his face!!! NOOOO!!! The goo dripping like blood aaaAAAA!!!

I LOVE how Moon reacted to the exorcism and how quickly it affected him, immediately turning him into a writhing feral beast. And then how quickly Y/N comes to protect him aaaaAA MY HEART!!

“Naughty,” Moon growls so harshly, you and Rowe flinch in unison.

There he is!! >:D

You cry out a warning as a silver bolt flies for Moon’s faceplate. He falls back with a mighty tear of the fabric. You stare in shock, heart in your throat, to find the bolt pinning his beloved hat to the wall of the motel.

NOOOO NOT HIS HAT!!! I wish you could have heard my loud cry as I read that fjkghdfkjg

Rip Singh knee, ouch..

In one desperate motion, you find her shoulders and shove her towards the motel wall, hard. A sharp crack echoes. Her eyes widen before she slumps. She drops to the ground, halfway on top of you.

Oh no.

I’m in awe at Y/N’s strength, and man, this moment left me speechless.

You throw yourself into his arms and he catches you, spinning around once. His grip is deathly tight.

Meep live reaction: *Breathing heavily with tears in my eyes* They’re ok!!!

“Do you want us to stay?” he rasps, so soft and quiet.

Singh’s entire expression morphs into shock, staring in disbelief.

“Yes,” you bump your forehead against his, feeling the cool sensation of demonic goo, and whisper again, “Let’s go, sweetie.”

Pale eyes flash with great fondness.

CRIES!! CRIES SO HARD!!!

That was so good! SO SOOO GOOD!!!! I cannot believe we’re already halfway through the final episode!! HOW!!?

I know I use the word love many MANY times. Please understand that I mean it every single time!

Naff, thank you so much once more for yet another wonderful chapter! I am awestruck ❤️💖💕❤️💖❤️❤️💕💕❤️💖💕❤️

AHHH MEEP I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! EEEE

Ahahhaa, yesss, now that Y/N knows, all those flirts aren't gonna sail over their head anymore, including their own slip-ups hehe

I wanted a moment of Y/N reassuring the boys. They are a cryptid hunter, after all, but the cryptid boys are safe, and that's what matters. ♥

Ahhhhh, Paahlott! She is powerful, even among demonic cryptids. She's a special one. AHHH, Meep! I'd die to see a lineup of glamrock demonic cryptids from you ;-;

I'm really glad you enjoy Y/N wanting to better capture the boys in their notes! Their first impression wasn't so great pffft

YES! Y/N is used to their dear friend and is well aware of cryptid antics, but having both of those loves together in one? Mind-blowing! But Y/N does love it hehe

ALSDFJASDF YEAH THE DENIED KISS! To be fair, this is Eclipse's first romantic relationship, so there's a learning curve, but they're learning and so is Y/N. It's just a matter of time and adjusting ♥ (but they still had to get a lick in, just a little taste alsdjfasldfas

Okay, I loved writing that scene of the book explaining Monty and Moon making fun of him, like, they're so much like siblings it's painful alsdjflasfdj I'm really happy you like that part, ahhh!

Exorcism is an excruciating process for a demonic cryptid. Moon reacting like that was him restraining himself, due to the vow, but man, if this was before.... he would have done so much damage for that.

Ahhhh, Meep! Thank you so much, babe! I'm melting onto the floor, you're so sweet and I love reading your reactions to the chapter every time ♥ ♥ ♥

#*smooch ya on the head*#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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agaypanic · 7 months

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Poor Choice of Words (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Excited about your new relationship with Malcolm, you two decide to tell your friends about it. Your wording, however, is just a bit off.

A/N: the ask was really really long (no offense to the anon who wrote it <3) so i decided to just screenshot the request part that i wanted to use. anon gave a few story ideas and this was the one i liked the most. this is meant to be a part two to She Doesn’t Get It, but i think it can also be read on its own. also sorry it’s pretty short lol

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A few weeks had gone by since you and Malcolm first started dating. After many months of dancing around feelings and miscommunicating, you didn’t want to jinx the relationship by immediately telling people about it. Malcolm, being absolutely smitten with you, agreed wholeheartedly.

But eventually, the two of you agreed that you were ready to tell your friends. Friends first, mainly because Malcolm didn’t know how Lois would react to him dating someone who behaved similarly to Reese.

“Should you tell them, or should I?” You asked Malcolm as you walked to a lunch table. Cynthia and Stevie were already there, eating and conversing.

“Maybe you should do it. With how much I’ve talked about you to them, they might tune me out.”

“Aw, you talk to our friends about me?” You cooed, leaning into Malcolm a bit. He didn’t answer, but you noticed his bright red cheeks as you reached the table. “Hey guys!”

“Hey!” Cynthia waved at you enthusiastically as you sat down. “I feel like we haven’t seen you guys in a while.”

It was true. You and Malcolm started spending your lunch breaks together, usually under the bleachers at the football field. You were able to do couple things without people seeing. One of the people you had in mind was Reese, who liked snitching on Malcolm or using information against him.

“Yeah, I’ve been helping Y/n study.”

That wasn’t a total lie. Malcolm helped you with your classes a lot. But recently, you’ve been doing other things like making out.

“So what’s… new… with you guys?” Stevie asked, eyes darting between you and Malcolm. You looked to Malcolm, silently asking if he still wanted you to tell them the news. He nodded.

“Okay, it’s a good thing we’re all sitting down, because this might shock you.” Cynthia and Stevie immediately perked up, waiting for you to tell them the shocking news. “Malcolm and I…” You played with your fingers, excited but a bit nervous to finally say it. “We’re not friends anymore.”

Everyone looked at you confused, including Malcolm. You wondered why.

“That’s not what I was expecting…” Cynthia murmured, tilting her head in confusion and concern. “What happened?”

“Did he do… something… stupid?” Stevie asked. Malcolm looked offended.

“No, of course not! Why would you say that?” You were becoming as confused as everyone else.

“Y/n, that might be one of the worst ways to tell them we’re dating,” Malcolm informed you softly. You thought about it for a moment, quickly realizing how that could be taken the wrong way.

“Ohhh.”

“You’re dating?!” Cynthia gasped, leaning forward in her seat. “Since when?”

“It’s been a few weeks.”

“Why didn’t… you tell us?”

“We wanted some time for ourselves.”

“Who confessed first?”

“I did.” You answered with a smile. Cynthia and Stevie looked at you and Malcolm, as if deep in thought.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Hey!” Malcolm again looked a bit offended.

“What do you want us to say, Malcolm?” Cynthia laughed. “You spent so much time dropping hints, we thought you would’ve given up on telling her.”

“What hints?” You asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Malcolm said, patting your thigh before looking at Cynthia. “If it means anything, I was gonna tell her, but she beat me to it.”

“It doesn’t,” Stevie said, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m happy for you guys.” Cynthia smiled at the two of you. Stevie agreed, and the two lightly interrogated you and Malcolm about your relationship. You ended up learning new things, mainly that you were terrible at taking hints.

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#agaypanic #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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