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rafesplaymate · 10 months ago

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Rafe having caught his dads maid stealing

He gives her two options :a) he can tell ward or b) he can f ck her unprotected whenever he wishes

Rafe Cameron x Maid!Reader

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warnings: smut. p in v. breeding kink. toxic behaviors (blackmail, manipulation). power imbalances/ dynamics. degradation. classist ideology.

a/n: i love sleazy frat boy rafe

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“Well, well would ya look at this. I could take you for a desperate whore, but I didn’t take you for a desperate little thief.” Mocked Rafe, watching as the little housemaid his father hired looked at him with wide eyes. The diamond tennis bracelet Ward bought for Rose that he hid in his office just about to slip into her bra. He’s so fucking glad he decided to snoop on the little kitten that’s been slinking around his home, tidying up in the skimpiest outfits with her ass always showing and tits always ready to burst out. Leaving her sweet perfume scent in every corner and invading his senses every time he passes through. Safe to say she’s been the picture he fucks his hand to almost every night, imagining her laid out in his sheets or bent over Ward’s desk as he pounds into her hole and breaks it in for his cock. He’s definitely taking the opportunity to make that happen, her falling right into the palm of his hand.

Rafe watches as her pretty eyes fill with tears, her long faux lashes making them look so damn erotic. He wants to see her cry; he wants to make her cry. Not because he’s caught her steal but he’ll revel in the little opportunity anyway. “Raf-Mr. Cameron please,” she begged, the expensive bracelet gripped in her hand before she sets it gently down on the wooden desk. “I’m-m’so sorry please don’t tell your father.” She cries to him, tears now running down her cheeks and ruining her dewey makeup as Rafe’s gaze cuts into her. His eyes darkening at her pathetic display, he’s gonna have a load of fun with this.

He stalks from the door entrance around Ward’s desk to her slowly. Like a predator who knows he’s about to catch his prey, ready to devour her whole as she shrinks under his intimidating gaze. Sick smirk displayed on his handsome face as he stops in front of her. She bends her head down as tears fall from her eyes onto the floor. She’s so fucked, she knows it. She just couldn’t help herself! It was so pretty! She’d never be able to afford it on her salary and someone like Rose didn’t deserve to have such a nice piece of jewelry. She envies their lifestyle, every time she comes to work all she can think about is what she’d do just to have a taste of this life. It’s everything compared to her nothing of a shack back on the Cut.

Rafe grabs her by the jaw, forcing her face to look back into his as he lowly tells her, “look at me.” He watches as her scared eyes look into his, worry and anxiety swirling around them and her long lashes now clumped with tears. She whimpers under his grasp and gaze, her hands coming to fist in his polo as he smirks down at her. She can see the lust displayed in his eyes; she can see the way he wants to devour her whole. Rafe is the prettiest boy she’s ever seen, no doubt about it. He’s only a couple years older than her and sometimes when she’s in bed laying awake at night she slips a hand between her legs with him in mind. “Shh, don’t cry,” he whispers lowly, squeezing her cheeks to squish her perfect lips. The glittery gloss she had slathered on them making her pout look so enticing he wants to kiss her and shove his cock down her throat all the same.

“What’s the matter, huh? Don’t like being caught? Don’t like me knowing what a dirty little thief you are?” He mocks, the whimper she let out as she began to shake her head side to side making his cock throb painful in his khaki shorts. “No? You’re really trying to lie to me right now? Right after I caught you trying to sneak that very expensive bracelet into your bra like some easy bought whore? You must think I’m fucking stupid, baby. But fuck- if ya ain’t so goddamn beautiful.” He drawled the last part, squeezing her cheeks together even harder and watching as drool began to leave her lips and drip down her chin. What he does next makes the heat building inbetween legs almost intolerable.

Rafe brings his tongue out, licking the drool that dripped down her chin with the tip of it all the way to her lips. Pressing a soft kiss after and smirking when she whines and flutters her eyes, manicured hands fisting tighter in his shirt as she leans her body into him. He chuckles before telling her what he has planned. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I either tell my dad that our sexy little maid has been stealing from him, because god knows this isn’t the first time.” She whines louder at that, pushing her fist into his abdomen and she begins trying to plead. Her whining incessant and making Rafe remove his grip on her face to smack her cheek slightly. “Hey! Ssh! Listen to me or else you won’t like what happens.” He threatened her, voice low and nasally as his large frame towers over her. She subdues and submits, one more sad whimper falling from her lips as her eyes show her submission. His grip returning to her cheeks.

“Atta girl, that’s what I like to see. Already such a girl good f’me.” He rewards her with a soft, yet longer peck to her lips as her eyes flutter close from his touch. This is all she’s ever wanted and even if the way she’s getting it scares her to no end about the future of her stability she falls into the dark hole that is Rafe Cameron all too willingly. He pulls back, eyes having stared at her the whole time. Satisfaction settling deep in his chest at her willingness to submit to him. He’s most definitely using it to his advantage. He’d be an idiot not to, she’s everything he wants and he’s gonna have her one way or another. “Your second option is letting me fuck that little cunt, however I want. Wherever I want. Anytime I want it. I won’t tell my dad and you’ll get some good orgasms out of it. Whaddya say?” But he already knew the answer, he could see the resolve settling deep in her eyes. Her head nodding immediately as she leans forward to hopefully capture his lips with hers. All he wants to do is fuck her and she gets to keep her job? It’s a win-win in her mind, making money while fucking the finest boy on the island.

Rafe chuckles at her eagerness, holding her in place with the grip on her face as he shakes his head mockingly and tuts at her. Little did she know he didn’t want to just fuck her, he wants to fill her up over and over again till that little tummy swells with him. He wants to own her, keep her under his thumb. He knows what she wants, she wants everything he can provide for her and he’s more than willing to do it. Someone as precious as her doesn’t deserve living on the Cut —no. She deserves to be showered in luxury and decked out in the crème de la crème. He’ll give everything to her, the one exception he’s willing to make when it comes to a Pogue. He’s gonna make her the sexiest little Kook, ‘cause regardless of where she comes from he knows she got it deep in her blood.

“One more thing,” he small smirk turning into a wide, sick smile as he holds her gaze. She hangs onto every word he’s saying, waiting for him to continue. “You’re gonna let me fuck you raw. Wanna feel every inch of that tight little cunt and m’gonna fill you up so much it sticks. You got that?” His words leave her stunned, she’s not on birth control and she stuck on the way he said he wants to make it ‘stick.’ He can’t possibly mean? I mean.. what other way could she ensure that all this luxury ends up in her lap. It’s the perfect opportunity to milk him for all he’s worth and she’d be stupid to waste it. She nods her head as much as she can in his grasp, Rafe’s satisfaction morphing into triumph. Her knew her little gold-digging ass wouldn’t waste the opportunity he’s giving her. He’s gonna make good use of her compliance that’s for sure.

He chuckles at her and smacks her cheek once more, grabbing her and pulling her face to his as her dominates her mouth with his and shoves his tongue down her throat. Pulling back after a minute or so as a string of their mixed saliva stretched erotically between their lips. “Mhm, that’s what I thought.” He says with complete confidence, letting her face go and moving his hands to grip her pert ass in her small little spandex shorts. He smacks her ass harshly with one hand, burying his face in her throat as she leans her head back and allows him to press rough kisses to her skin while her hands fisted in his shirt release and reach around his back to pull him in closer. Moaning while he gropes her and licks a long strip up her neck, then chin to her lips smothering them with his own once more. He pulls backs then turns them around quickly, him now in her previous place as her turns her back to face him and shoves her forward. Smacking her ass once more as he tells her ..

“Alright. Get to my room, want you naked and on the bed by the time I get there.”

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“Can-can’t! No more! Da-daddy no more!” She cries out, tears soaking his sheets while he pounds into her from behind. Rafe’s standing at the edge of the bed while gripping her hips. He’s holding her up, her lower half lifted with his strength as he manipulates her on his dick. Her upper half flat on the bed as she cries into the mattress. They’ve been going at it for hours, he’s grateful no one’s been home all day because with the way she’s screaming he’s sure they can even hear her back on the Cut. The sheets are soaked from the amount of times he’s made he cum, the last few times he managed to make her squirt a waterfall. Mixing with all the cum he’s fucked into her that’s now dripping down her thighs and squelching around his dick. His stomach and thighs still wet from her arousal and his balls dripping with them. It was all so fucking good.

“Shut up.” He growls at her, he meant it when he said however he wanted. He meant it when he said he wants it to stick. He’s addicted to her pussy, her body and everything about her. She feels so much better than he imagined. Her perfume mixed with her natural scent is driving him insane, every ridge and piece of skin under his fingertips feels like it’s meant to be in his hands. “Told you, I want it stick. So you’re gonna keep taking this dick.” He groaned out to her, pounding into her abused cunt even harder and watching as his cum mixed with hers created a milky ring at the base of his dick. His trimmed bush soaked from their love-making, strings of their arousal clinging everytime he pulls back. A deep smirk settles on his face as he realizes he’s branded her from the inside.

She’s crying and squeaking from every harsh thrust, she feels utterly broken in and her mind has thoughts of only him. He’s fucked her dumb and she can’t imagine doing anything else except taking his dick for the rest of her life. She’d known he was a good fuck if the bragging from Kook girls she’s heard at bonfires on the Cut was anything to go by. She feels so happy she’s finally getting a taste of it and she wants to cry at the thought of never getting it again. One of the hands that she used to gripped the sheets reaching back as she desperately seeks his affectionate, praying he intertwines his fingers with hers.

Rafe cooes at her flailing hand knowing exactly what she’s seeking and deciding to take pity on her. He immediately pulls out and shushes her whine at the empty feeling before manhandling her to lay on her back, immediately getting on his knees on the bed with his thighs spreading her legs out and pounds back into her with a sickening squelch. She reaches one hand behind her to grip the sheets while the other begins tapping against his pelvis to make him take pity on her. Hah! Like he’d ever do that.

“You’re crying for me to be nice to you and now you’re trying to stop Daddy’s kindness?” He tsked at her before grabbing her hand that was tapping at his stomach and intertwining their fingers, pressing her hand into the mattress above her had while her other one comes to scratch down his tanned back. Rafe leans down to give her soft pecks to her face as he grinds into her in hard, yet slow strokes. Her whines turning into mewls as she spreads her legs wider and welcomes the new speed. “Yeah, m’little slut just needed to be treated nicely, huh? S’alright baby I forget little girls like you need their Daddy’s to be sweet.” He cooes at, his chest pressed to hers as her grinds into her nice and slow. He thinks this is the perfect time to tell her everything he’s been planning since she agreed to be his.

“After this, m’gonna move you in here. Don’t care what my father or Rose or whoever else has anything to say. M’gonna give you everything you want, gonna give you the life you’ve been waiting for.” He stops himself to let out a long drawn groan when she clenches even tighter at his words, her legs wrapping around him as the hand scratching down his back moves up to grip his his stringy strands of hair that are damp with sweat. Her lowered eyes looking into his and hanging onto every word with her long lashes clumped together from all the tears she shed, biting her swollen lips as she urges him to continue.

“Yeah, yeah. Meant it, baby. Meant everything about making it stick. Wanted you from the moment I saw you, and now I finally have you and m’not letting go. Gonna take you out the Cut and bring you where you rightfully belong. With me and spoiled.” She moans out at that and lifts her head up to close the distance between them, shoving her tongue in his mouth which is welcomed by him. Showing him how grateful she is, how much she wants that. She used the hand that was in his hair to wrap around his back and use it as leverage to push herself up and keep their chest pressed together as she begins fucking herself onto his dick. Her reaction to his words saying everything he needed to know.

“No more cleaning houses, baby. One day this is gonna be all ours. Just you n’me.”

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a/n: i use to clean houses + offices so this hit home tbh. wish i had a sexy rich boy to save me from it ahhh! enjoy! pls send in more request! i’m getting to the ones i have ASAP —just so busy with school & work!

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reomikagekin · 4 months ago

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Um so like can you please do alnst x Mafuyu!Reader basically Mafuyu from pjsk

Till x Reader – The Quiet Support

Till was always cautious, unsure of how to approach others, especially those he wasn’t used to being around. But with you, there was a calming presence—one that didn’t demand attention but still made him feel seen.

You didn’t ask for much from him, and you certainly didn’t expect any grand displays of emotion. You simply were there, quietly helping when needed, always considerate of everyone around you.

"You’re... okay, right?" Till asked hesitantly one day, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded softly, your expression remaining neutral as always. "I’m fine. You should rest."

He wanted to push for more, but something about the way you spoke—gentle, but distant—made him stop. You weren’t closed off; you were just... careful with who you let in. And that was okay.He quietly returned to his seat, feeling a strange sense of peace in your presence.

---

Ivan x Reader – The Silent Understanding

Ivan often watched you from a distance, intrigued by how effortlessly you navigated social situations, always there when someone needed help, but never truly engaging with anyone on a deeper level.

You were kind to everyone, yet there was a distance in your eyes that Ivan couldn’t ignore.

"You’re good at pretending," Ivan said one day, his gaze sharp as he caught you helping others without so much as a second thought.

You glanced at him briefly, your tone unchanged. "I’m not pretending. I’m just doing what’s needed."

Ivan was silent for a moment, contemplating your words. There was something about your dispassionate demeanor that caught his attention. You didn’t need validation, didn’t seek connection, but you still cared.

"You don’t let anyone in," Ivan muttered, his tone quieter than usual.

You met his gaze with a neutral expression. "It’s not necessary."

Ivan’s curiosity only deepened. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to understand you more.

---

Luka x Reader – The Calm Before the Storm

Luka didn’t know why he was drawn to you—maybe it was your quiet strength, or perhaps the way you could keep a calm demeanor in even the most intense situations.

You were always helping, always doing for others, but when it came to yourself? You shut off, your emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference.

"You’re always so calm," Luka said one evening, breaking the silence between you. "How do you do it?"

You turned to face him, your expression passive. "I do what’s expected."

Luka didn’t push, sensing that it wasn’t the right time to ask more. But something about the way you spoke—so detached, yet so present—made him feel something he wasn’t used to: an unease he couldn’t shake.

He couldn’t help but wonder if, under all that calmness, there was more you weren’t saying.

---

Dewey x Reader – The Honest Silence

Dewey had a tendency to tease those around him, but with you, he always found himself holding back. You were kind to everyone, but there was an emotional distance that made it hard for him to joke around like he usually would.

"You don’t say much, do you?" Dewey teased one day, watching as you helped a teammate with their task, your expression unchanged.

You didn’t seem offended—just uninterested in engaging with his usual antics. "I speak when it’s necessary," you replied, your tone calm but firm.

Dewey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Normally, people would be more annoyed by his teasing, but with you? You simply let it slide. There was a strange strength in that, he realized.

"You’re not like anyone else," Dewey said, his smirk faltering slightly.

You simply nodded, offering him a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "I’m just doing my part."

---

Isaac x Reader – The Quiet Care

Isaac wasn’t one to get attached to people easily, but something about you intrigued him. You were always kind, always doing your best to help, but there was something in your eyes that told him you didn’t care for the usual flattery or attention.

"You don’t ask for anything in return," Isaac said one day as he watched you quietly assist a teammate.

You paused, your gaze meeting his briefly. "I don’t need anything."

Isaac studied you for a moment, realizing that you were being truthful. You didn’t want praise or recognition; you just acted out of a sense of duty.

"That’s... different," Isaac muttered, feeling an unfamiliar sense of admiration for your selflessness.

You didn’t respond, simply offering a soft nod before returning to your task. And that was enough for him.

---

Jacob x Reader – The Compassionate Observer

Jacob couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for people to rely on you. You were always there, always offering help and advice, but there was an emotional detachment to you that he couldn’t quite figure out.

"You’re always helping others," Jacob said one afternoon, watching you assist a fellow teammate. "But what about yourself?"

You shrugged, your expression neutral as you continued with your task. "I’m fine. I don’t need help."

Jacob tilted his head, not quite understanding. There was kindness in your actions, but it was as if you had no real attachment to any of it.

"I think you do need help," Jacob said, his tone gentle. "But you’re not used to asking for it."

You didn’t respond right away, but after a few moments, you simply nodded. "Maybe."

---

Hyunwoo x Reader – The Calm in the Chaos

Hyunwoo often found himself in awe of how you moved through the world. You were kind, generous, and considerate, always putting others before yourself. But he could see the emotional distance in your eyes—the way you kept your emotions tightly guarded, especially when it came to yourself.

"You’re always so calm," he commented one evening, his voice quiet as he sat beside you. "How do you stay so composed?"

You turned to him, your expression neutral as always. "I don’t let things affect me."

Hyunwoo could tell there was more to your words than just that, but he didn’t press. Instead, he simply stayed by your side, appreciating the quiet comfort you provided.

"If you ever need someone to talk to..." he began, his voice soft.

You gave him a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I’m fine."

And Hyunwoo understood. You didn’t need anyone to fix things for you. You just needed space—and for that, he was more than willing to give it.

---

Mizi x Reader – The Silent Strength

Mizi always seemed like a ball of energy, constantly keeping the mood light with her bright personality and infectious optimism. But when she noticed you—so calm, collected, and distant—it made her pause.

She often found herself trying to engage with you, to get a reaction, but you never gave much away. It was both frustrating and fascinating to her.

"You’re so different," Mizi said one day, laughing as she nudged your arm. "Why are you always so... serious?"

You gave her a soft, almost unreadable smile. "I’m not serious. I’m just doing what’s needed."

Mizi’s face softened at your words, as if trying to read more into them than what you’d given her. She could sense your kindness but also the invisible wall you’d built. She wasn’t upset, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something about you.

"You’re like a... mystery," Mizi said, her voice full of curiosity.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you offered her a brief glance. "I’m just not like everyone else."

Mizi didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it. You had a quiet strength about you that spoke volumes without needing to shout.

---

Sua x Reader – The Silent Presence

Sua was often an enigma to everyone around her, effortlessly blending into the background while still drawing attention with her unexpected actions. She didn’t approach people, yet there was something in the way she watched you that felt different from her usual aloofness.

You were calm, distant, and there was a strange peace in your presence. Sua wasn’t one to engage in idle conversation, but when she found herself sitting next to you during a break, she didn’t move away.

"You’re... weird," Sua remarked suddenly, her tone flat but with a slight edge of amusement.

You turned to her with your usual neutral expression. "I’m not weird. I’m just quiet."

Sua studied you for a moment, her head tilting slightly. She wasn’t offended, not at all. In fact, she was intrigued. There was something about your dispassionate tone that pulled her in.

"You’re always so... unaffected," Sua mused, her voice almost wistful.

You met her gaze, your face still unreadable. "That’s the way things should be."

Sua didn’t push further. She liked the space you gave her, the understanding that was shared between you without any need for words.

---

Hyuna x Reader – The Quiet Resilience

Hyuna was everything loud and bright, full of energy and life. But with you, she found herself holding back, not because she wanted to, but because there was something different about you.

You were generous, always willing to help, but there was an emotional distance that made it hard for Hyuna to get closer, despite her usual touchy and playful nature.

"You’re so calm," Hyuna said one afternoon, smiling as she leaned back against the wall. "Why don’t you let yourself go a little? You’ve gotta enjoy the moment, right?"

You didn’t immediately answer, your gaze distant, almost contemplative. "Enjoyment isn’t something I need."

Hyuna raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sharpness in your voice. She had expected something softer, but your dispassionate response only made her more curious."You care about others," she remarked, her tone softer now. "I can see that. But why not care about yourself too?"

You shrugged lightly, your eyes never quite meeting hers. "I’m fine as I am."

Hyuna didn’t press you further, but something about the way you said those words made her heart ache. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt like you were carrying more than you let on.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here," Hyuna offered, her voice quieter than usual.

You met her gaze for a brief moment and nodded, acknowledging her words. "I know."

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millersfinest · 8 months ago

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the thing in your chest that beats ² | e.w

santa barbara!ellie williams & ex-firefly!reader

wc: 4.5k

mini-series: california | oregon (you’re here) | idaho | wyoming

blurb: you put up a good fight with those rattlers, but it wasn’t good enough—all it got you was strung up near a beach where the sun scorched you dry. abruptly, their set-up gets fucked by their own prisoners, saving your life by only a thread. but the wrath that lingered under your skin was immense, and you’re not the only one to experience that phenomenon. when another damaged soul encounters your brittle state; the dreams that put you in a tough position manifest into reality. along with a few extra miscellaneous things…

cw: angry!r, slow-burn romance, eventual smut, proximity trope, both reader and ellie on a path of redemption, afab body parts mentioned, vulgar language, reader being complicated, mentions of attraction, inner guilt, use of ‘y/n’ and ‘woman’.

note: honestly i just can’t wait for them to kiss (spoiler: not this chapter). but they’re learning to trust each other. just know in the idaho ch we’re gonna be UP! please, enjoy this for now!! (also: i hope the lot of you voted for the presidential election. these are very very important times #harriswaltz2024)

Oregon

Several days and nights were spent on a boat, cruising up the coast of California. It was one of those livable boats, where you could hide from the sun in a room with stable furniture to eat on, and a bed to sleep on. You spent a lot of your time inside the hatch, analyzing a map that Ellie had labeled with a marker. Hoping that you’d maintain your luck enough to actually see Wyoming for yourself.

Ellie had confessed that she came from Jackson, but she still hadn’t told you the why. Instead of asking about it, you refrained, in turn, asking about the settlement. Were the people kind? Did they have horses? Because you heard they had horses.

Those were the questions she could answer easily, with little to no hesitation. Until your questioning began to irritate her—which, in turn, irritated you.

The two of you bickered over the smallest of things in those days on the water. It could’ve been the heat, or the rationed food, or even your similar personalities. You couldn’t help but clash every chance you got. By the time the two of you drifted onto the coastline of Oregon, the conversations had diminished—because of your stubborn attitudes.

Leaving behind the boat was a drag, but there’s wasn’t much of a choice. The rest of the journey toward Wyoming was going to be on foot. Over cracked pavements and between dewey trees. If only the trip could be simplified by the use of a boat—it would be less extraneous.

The weather had gotten significantly cooler the more north you traveled. The mornings were the coolest, and the days were chilled with a gentle breeze. It would rain eighty percent of the time, which made it harder for you and Ellie to continue the trek. But both of you were resilient.

Somewhere between Salem and Portland, you found yourselves looking for a place to stay for the night. You had run across some nefarious people when you first arrived at the coast; and you’ve been recovering ever since. Trying to collect as many things as possible on the road to make up for the lost ammo and supplies. Which is what led to you looking for a place to crash in, basically, pitch black darkness. Navigating the dewey wood with nothing but the lights attached to your bags.

Droplets of water slipped off the waxy green leaves of the trees above. Splashing onto you—and it was shocking every time. The climate sent a gentle chill up your spine, so the water was even colder. Ellie walked ahead of you, mumbling under her breath from the lack of shelter. Her agitation was ruminating off her skin like a furnace. “We should’ve never gone this way— there’s nothing out here!”

Her agitation was obviously laced with panic. Ellie was exhausted from all the traveling and worries about conflict. “We entered a campsite a few miles back. At the very least there should be a cabin out here.” You surmised, squinting your eyes trying to defy the darkness. The auburn-haired woman scoffed under her breath, adjusting the hood of her raincoat. “If you wanna take a break, just say that.” You reached for her wrist, pulling gently. “It’s been a long day…”

“Absolutely not. We need a place to sleep tonight— with a roof.” Ellie pulled her arm away, placing her hands onto her hips. Her head hung low, clearly fatigued.

“How about this: you park it by this tree for a little bit, while I walk around to see if I can find somethin’ for us.” You offer, shrugging your shoulders, casually. The both of you were exhausted, but it seemed that Ellie was suffering a bit more than you were. Was that not that point of a team? To tap in someone else when you need it. Plus, you really felt that there was a cabin nearby. There had to be one. Most campsites had cabins that hikers and campers would go to before they began their adventures. For supplies or even important notices about wild animals.

Or, maybe, you watched too much tv at the firefly base.

She shook her head. “No chance. Separating in the dark doesn’t sound like a good idea to me. What? So, you can get lost and give us another problem to deal with?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you press your lips into an irritated line. “Are you seriously insulting my intelligence, right now?” You raised an eyebrow, glaring at the woman in front of you. “I was a firefly for six years of my life—“

“Oh, my God! The whole world knows that you were a fucking firefly, y/n. No need for the reminder.”

Ellie began to walk in another direction, sternly. You scoffed, following after her like confused duckling—which was an embarrassing thought. “You’re so insufferable. All I was trying to do was help you out— because to be honest, you’re not handling this well.” You quip, walking by her side with your hands shoved into your pockets.

She scoffed. “How could I handle this well? Please, tell me.” Stopping in her tracks, she glares at you. Olive irises blown out from the darkness around her, boring into your aggressive frame.

Taking a step closer to her, the corners of your lips curled, mischievously. “You could start by taking a fucking break and letting me take the lead.” There was something that differed between you and Ellie’s versions of frustration and anger. She took it up a level, while you brought it down. It could fool an idiot into thinking you weren’t mad at all, when really you were fuming. The pace of your voice was slow, almost menacing. True fire remained behind your eyes, in your posture—the way your lip twitched as you spoke.

“I’m not some damsel in distress you pull everywhere then blame when shit goes wrong.” You added, taking in her battered features. The scar in her eyebrow and her top lip. The freckles under her peeling skin from the days aboard. “I have a great sense of direction; I’ll have you know.” As you spoke, she examined your features the same way you did. “Stop arguing with me, sit your ass down, drink some water— and i’ll be back in twenty minutes tops!”

Ellie rolled her tongue in her mouth, averting her eyes from you. She was too stubborn to admit her own exhaustion to you—she’d rather be in control of the situation than someone she barely knew. Someone, who at the start of this trip, was, in fact, a damsel in distress. Your body had healed in the days since departing Santa Barbara. Not completely, but in progress. You were walking better, even though you still had a bit of a limp.

Her focus on you made it easy to forget her own ailments. The missing fingers on her left hand, the wound on her abdomen. They were healing, surprisingly. However, her attention still remained on your well-being.

She sighed, itching her nose with her index finger. “Fine. Whatever.” Ellie shrugged her backpack off, leaning against the tree. “Just come back in one piece, yeah?” Somehow, she managed to sound insulting with her hidden words of weariness.

You snickered, narrowing your eyes. “Is that worry I’m sensing or…?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

With that, you backed toward the path, chuckling under your breath. Adjusting the hood over your head, you focused to begin looking for the cabin that you just knew was close by. Feet crunching over dead leaves and sticks that were imbedded in the mud.

The light attached to the strap of your bag began to flicker as you pushed between the trees. “Come on…” You hit the light to stabilize it. “Now is not the time.”

When you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light.

Your past affiliations haunted you like a ghost. Somehow, you always found yourself looking for that light. Perhaps, in this case, it’s Jackson, Wyoming—a place far from what you know. That was more of a long-term goal, though. The light you were currently looking for was a building made of wood, preferably insulated.

Ahead of you, you weren’t sure if you were seeing things, but what you were hoping for was coming into view. The brightness of the moon illuminating the starry sky outlined the top of the cabin, exposing its silhouette. In excitement, you rushed toward the building, peaking through the foggy windows. From what you could see, there was nothing inside but old furniture. Thankfully, no infected. You were beat; the last thing you wanted to do was fight that damn virus.

As you peeked through every window you could find, jiggling door handles to try and find a way in, you realized it was a home. Not some hiking administration building you surmised would be around the trail. Spending enough time circling the cabin, you pick up a rock from the ground to crack a window. You were getting in that house one way or another.

The rectangular shape was rather high for your reach. Huffing, you dug your fingers into the divots of the logs. It wasn’t the best grip, but it was enough to get you into that window. After throwing your body through the hole, you landed on the ground with a thud. A shallow pain throbbed in your thigh—the one that Ellie had stitched for you back in Santa Barbara. Shutting your eyes, you took in a breath from the slight pain. You weren’t one hundred percent just yet.

Exhaling, you stood tall on your feet to get a look at the interior. A long plaid couch was placed in front of what used to be a fireplace. Burned logs was still lying in the pit, but they burned to a crisp. You were certain that if you touched them, they would fall apart under the weight of your hand. The dirt shapes on the walls symbolized that picture use to fill this space—the cabin was drained of life.

It’s only source of existence was the fact that you were standing in it.

Before leaving to retrieve Ellie, you jogged up the steep stairs of the cabin. To check the upstairs rooms for any infected or people. You must’ve been one lucky woman, because there was nothing but dust occupying those rooms. Quickly, you went through the front door to grab your partner.

Crunching on leaves and sticks, you startled her. Ellie was spotted sat in front of the tree, leaning her back with her eyes closed—which was the least smart thing to do, but she was tired. The sound of your boots crushing the elements of the forest jolted her from her light sleep. She gripped her switchblade in a fist, looking at you with determination. “Fuck,” She sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. “I thought you were someone else…”

“Nope. Just me.” You breathed, watching her as she stood to her feet. “There’s a cabin about ten minutes from this spot.” Crossing your arms, a slight smile rested on your lips. A smile screaming I-told-you-so.

Ellie slung her bag around her shoulders, dusting off her jeans; doing everything to ignore your antics. “Are we just gonna stand here, or are you gonna show me where it’s at?”

Sucking your teeth, you pivoted, rolling your eyes. She was such a sore loser. It felt good to be right, and for her to be wrong. You didn’t get lost like she thought—instead, you carried out exactly what you planned: finding shelter for the night.

The two of you approached the cabin, Ellie releasing a sigh of relief. Hallow sounds of your shoes walking up the steps of the wooden porch sounded. You opened the door, allowing her to walk through. Staring her down with same smile you had a few minutes ago. “Nice place, huh?” You asked, shutting the door behind you, turning the lock.

She meandered inside, surveying the interior. Her fingers slide along the dusty bannister above the fireplace, pursing her lips. “Not bad…” Ellie lifted an eyebrow, peering over her shoulder at you. Lifting her finger, she eyed the dust that stuck to her skin.

“Told you there was a cabin around here somewhere.”

“I knew you were gonna say that.” Ellie chuckled, dryly. Taking moderate steps toward the kitchen. Every time you stopped, she insisted that inventory was taken of all of your supplies. She achingly tugged her backpack off, sighing. You followed behind her, leaning your arms against the counter—watching her tired movements.

“Why are you looking at me?” She dropped her hands onto the counter, with that familiar irritated glint in her eyes.

You purse your lips. “You know I could do this, right?” Shrugging off your bag, you swing it onto the counter. There was a slight sway to Ellie—the only reason being her exhaustion. “We’ve done this a number of times; you can go rest up. There are three bedrooms upstairs— take your pick.”

Ellie scoffed, continuing the work in front of her. Counting under her breath. You grit your jaw, glaring at her. She was truly insufferable—moments like these really highlighted that. Her stubbornness and pride amounted about the same to yours; causing you to wonder… Were you just as bad? You pity the friends you had in your youth if that was the case. Releasing a meditative breath, you placed a hand over hers. “Seriously, Ellie, I got it. Go get some sleep.”

She looks at you through her eyelashes, allowing your skin to remain on hers. “Aren’t you tired, too?”

“Yeah, but not as much as you… I could stand to be up for a little while longer. You on the other hand…”

She pulled her hand from under yours, pushing off her wet hood. Her auburn strands were damp, sticking to her freckled skin. “All right. Make sure to write down the things we don’t have that we need.”

“I know.”

“And mark the items that we’re running low on.”

“Again, I know.” You motion with her hand to run along with amused eyes. Waiting to begin, you watch as she hesitantly walks toward the steep wooden stairs around the corner.

It was like pulling teeth for Ellie to willingly hand over responsibility to you. In her mind, she was still doing you a favor—she was working for you. But being that she was extremely tired, her inhibitions loosened. The touch of your skin to hers, surprisingly, comforted her concerns; made her sleepier. She heavily stepped up the stairs, leaning on the railing for support.

She walked into the first bedroom she saw. The light from the moon cascaded through the window that the queen-sized bed was pushed against. Shedding her damp clothing, she spread them out onto a dresser before getting into the bed. Before nodding off, she peered out the window with a burdened mind. Remembering the bulk of her actions leading up to Santa Barbara. With the added misfortune of Santa Barbara. Then… You.

The moon reflected over a sparkling pier, that was down a hill behind the cabin. The lake was completely in her view, rippling subtly from the fish beneath the surface. She cracked a smile, peering at the beautiful sight. Rolling up a pillow, she propped it up enough to let that be the final thing she sees before sleeping. Using the elements of the earth as a night cap.

She’d woken up many times throughout the night, but she was used to that habit. When the sun peaked through her window, Ellie had gotten as much sleep as she could have. The smell of cooked fish had wafted into her nostrils, pulling her from the old mattress. With a groan, she swung her legs over, rubbing her eyes.

In a blur, from the corner of her eyes, she saw a figure walking toward the pier. Blinking, she leaned on the pillows against the window, watching as the figure began to remove their clothes—it was you. Ellie watched as you dropped your items, carelessly, before jumping into the water. For the first time in awhile, her mind went blank. Completely empty.

Well… Not that empty.

She checked the clothes she had on from the night before, and for some reason, they still were damp. Enough moisture resided in her jeans that she didn’t feel comfortable putting them back on. Sighing, she began searching through the drawers for anything she could put on in the meantime.

Finding a pair of plaid pajama pants, she slid those on, throwing her holed band t-shirt over her sports bra. “What time is it?” She patted her jeans for the watch she carried with her. Cursing under her breath, she realized it was left in her backpack.

Quickly, Ellie found herself navigating to the first floor. Her eyes widened at the organized sight of all of your supplies. You had grouped similar items together and left a piece of paper with the amounts in each group. At the bottom of the page, you had written a list of the items you needed more of. Ellie’s watch was sitting on the end of the counter, properly placed. “You have outdone yourself…” She muttered, picking up the paper you scribbled on.

When she flipped it over, the subtle grin her lips faded. Seeing the sorrowful words written on the page. Since leaving Santa Barbara, she noticed you pulling out this letter a lot. The one you fetched from under that infected woman. You had never gone into what this letter or note meant to you—probably, because she never asked. That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about it, though. Ellie never would’ve expected that you’d write on it over something as silly as taking inventory.

There were so many things she didn’t understand about you.

The aroma of fish filled her nostrils again, leading her to slab of rock placed on the counter. A coverage of cloth was placed over the fish to ward off flies. She peeked under it, seeing a perfectly scaled and grilled fish. Hunger got the best of her, and she began to eat the fish with her hands. Humming at the satisfaction of filling her stomach.

After, she grabbed the cracked watch to check the time. It was ten in the morning, the both of you should’ve been back on the road.

Pressing her lips into a line, she walked out the back door to alert you. Her fingers fiddling with the plaid cotton on her legs.

The air was fairly cool, but the sun warmed you up. Basking in the lake was like splashing your face with cold water in the morning—it was a wake-up call. Something that you needed after the night you had. In the room across from Ellie’s, the bed was too firm, and the sheets were too prickly. Your mind kept you up with the image of Honey’s infected body. And, whenever you did shut your eyes, you were back on those pillars again.

You had no choice but to get up early and occupy yourself. So, you fished for a little while, then cooked what you caught—for yourself and the sleeping woman upstairs. After that, you thought you could use a bath. And there was nothing more satisfying than cool lake water—nature’s finest.

You allowed the water to engulf you, embracing your body like a chilled hug. Breaking the surface, you swam comfortable laps around the lake. As you lazily backstroked, you noticed Ellie walking down the steps that led to the dock.

Her auburn hair was spiked all across her head—she must’ve slept well. You chuckled, swimming up the edge of the dock. Placing your hands against it, to pull yourself up a little. Bare shoulders glistening from the sunlight reflecting off your wet skin. “You have a bad case of bedhead, my friend.”

“What?” She immediately became self-conscious, running her hands through her hair. Shaking her head, she adjusted her features, trying to uphold her naturally irritated persona; scrunching her eyebrows and clenching her jaw. “You let me sleep too late; it’s ten. We should start packing up.” Her eyes avoided you, instead, focusing on the plants surrounding the lake. Or your pruned fingers holding onto the dock.

Looking up at her with squinted eyes, you dramatically sniffed. “Why don’t you hop in? You smell like shit.” You ignored her small jabs of blame, coating your lips with a smile. Perhaps, you’ve been spending too much time with her, but her little irritations were beginning to amuse you more than bother you. Or, from the angle that you were peering up at her, she looked really… Pretty. Bedhead and all.

“Excuse me?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows, finally meeting your eyes.

“I’m serious. Let’s resume the trip smelling better than a sewer.” You began to paddle backwards, almost forgetting about your own nakedness. “Take off your clothes… I‘ll give you privacy. Unless you’re too… Chicken.”

She hesitated, watching you swim backwards. Catching an accidental glimpse of your breasts as you turned around. It was true that she didn’t smell the greatest. Before she could formulate her thoughts properly, Ellie spoke. “Chicken? Really, y/n?” She sighed, punching the bridge of her nose. “Fine. But not for long— I wanna make it to Idaho within the next two days…”

Ellie shed her clothes, dropping them close to yours. She jumped into the water, keeping her head from going under, loudly reacting to the coldness of the lake. “Shit!” She exclaimed, treading water.

You turned around, chuckling, noticing her hair still disheveled. “You’ll feel better if you dunk yourself under water.”

“Hell, no! It’s too cold.”

“This doesn’t have to be another I-told-you-so moment…”

She rolled her eyes, clenching her nostrils with her fingers, lowering herself under water. Allowing the cold, earthy, lake water to encapsulate her. The first few seconds were chilling, but her body began to adapt. It became rather comforting—easing her sore muscles and healing wounds.

The lake did the same for you, which was why you were still inside of it. Time stopped at the pier; at least it felt like it did. Existing felt normal, for once. There weren’t any violent rogue people, or hungry infected. Just you and Ellie bathing in a lake.

Ellie broke the surface, running her hands over her saturated strands. Her pale skin was flushed, from what you could only assume, was the briskness in the air and the chillness of water. However, that may not have completely been the case. “Feel better?” You ask, waving your arms under the water to keep yourself afloat.

The corners of her lips curled, subtly. You had to squint to really notice her amusement. She rolled her eyes in a way to avert her gaze. “Yeah, a little.” Ellie finally peered at you, pointing a dripping finger. “Don’t say it.”

“Say what?” A grin plastered on your lips. “I told you so?”

“Do you realize how annoying you are, or just me?”

You pursed your lips, feigning thought. “Just you, I think.”

Honestly, you’re proud of yourself. A lot of the relationship blossoming between your traveling partner and yourself had been developing under the pressure of your attitudes and circumstances. The fact that you could get her to crack a smile, even if it was faint, felt good. It was either the dock’s magic, or your own.

A beat passed while the two of you circled each other. Barely looking at the exposed skin above the water, trying to be distracted by the world around you.

Surprisingly, Ellie was the first to speak—or the first to question you. She rarely every asked you anything. “That letter you carry with you…” The woman awkwardly began. “I saw it on the counter— who wrote it?”

Her voice grabbed your attention immediately at the mention of the note. You held onto it like a totem, a piece of memorabilia from your past. Hesitating, you moved your eyes from left to right in thought. “I know that it came from Santa Barbara. From that house…”

“It’s from an old friend.” You started, lips parting slowly as you spoke. Mouth going dry at the question she asked. You’ve yet to physically get the chance to talk about Honey. From the days aboard the boat, you’ve been trying to forget what you saw. Maybe, you could convince yourself that she was off living the life she wanted—instead of spending her last days suffering under the hammer of infection. “Some girl I met at that God-forsaken resort…” You attempted to casually respond.

“She got infected?”

“Yeah…” You nodded with avoidance, shutting your eyes and moving your head with a cadence of I-don’t-wanna-talk-about-it.

Ellie pursed her lips, nodding. “Why’d you write on the letter? I don’t know… It looks like it means a lot to you— I don’t understand why you would write on it?” She spoke, thoughtfully, as if she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. That was certainly the first time.

You shrug, wanting to hide somewhere, even though there was nowhere to do so. “I just want to forget about it… I guess.”

“If you cared about her, why would you wanna forget about it?”

The muscles in your forehead twitched, bunching your eyebrows together. Your face burned, lips scowling. Ellie’s voice evolved from a soft curiosity, to a judgmental version of it. You sensed the difference the moment it fell from her lips. The intention of her words didn’t matter—it was what she said that bothered you. Did she think you were cruel for wanting to forget about seeing her in that state?

“If I cared about her?” You started, evenly, but with warning. “I did care about her— I do care about her! If I choose not to remember her as a fucking corpse, that makes me a bad person?” Your voice raised, for the first time in awhile, rasping.

Ellie sighed, shaking her head with pleading eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

You scoff, swimming toward the dock. “Well, I’m sure that’s what you meant, right?” Pulling yourself out of the water, you don’t think twice about the exposing of your naked body. Cold air pricking at your wet skin. “I’m the asshole for wanting to remember Honey alive rather than dead…” You wrapped the towel you brought with you around your body, balling your clothes into your arms.

Lamely, Ellie called for you from her place in the water as you left her behind. Before you covered up, she eyed the scars and bruises on your body—maps of what your vessel has been through. Perhaps, she should have entered the conversation with more caution.

Watching you stalk back into the cabin, wiping at your eyes felt like a punishment. A worse punishment than the fact that she didn’t have a towel to dry off with.

“Nice work, Ellie.”

#🪅#millersfinest #ellie tlou #ellie williams imagine #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #mini series

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crossbackpoke-check · 1 year ago

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the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

#i’m so glad i saw this now and not when i was deranged at 2AM last night (i say as if i am not currently deranged)#like i had to physically pause. stop watching the video. to take notes to tell you guys about it i hope you know #holyjost thank u i love u i appreciate u & how u always have the sources 😭#i send out a prayer to the universe (put shit in the tags) & u provide #liv in the replies #holyjost #i love this reaction image btw it is one of my FAVORITES #anyway i was just chilling and then lost it at the ‘brandon just says shit’ part and had to start writing down notes (as follows)#there is SO much. the lore. the fact that brandon lasts two seconds before his shirt comes off everyone else is so bundled #dewey2 immediate “sharks” girl help the two of them on the bean bag together #the boat competition BOLDY’S CONTRACT??? yeah i AM thinking about that in a weird way what kind of contract brandon #also boldy motion sickness girlie he’s so real for that one 😭😭#and brandon talking a big game and then like fuckin. curled into a ball on the beanbag passed out bro i cannot.#LD BONITA? LD BONITA FISH??? So excitedly???? my GOD.#LEAVE THAT POOR FISH ALONE!!!!#oh the shark lore 🥺 dewey baby let me take you to this fantastic thing called an aquarium.#you can pet sharks there!!! i can’t even. i know i’ve seen it and had a breakdown about it before but connor’s hand when he pets the shark #the absolute joy oh my god. connor PLEASE ik u want to touch all the fish… we have sturgeon & sting rays & jellies #brandon praising connor’s attitude 🫡 he is so goal oriented they said the goal is a vibe check and connor studied.#also. save me hot brothers save me #what the fuck is this yeti cup ritual give me a cult au NOW wkdndiwkdi they’re such freaks. i love it. also just drink it bro #VLADDY MENTION THAT’S MY BOY HI BEAUTIFULLLLL #OH THIS WAS THE MIDDSY FIGHT???#awww Freddy (who i never think is a forward??)#connor dewar #brandon duhaime #minnesota wild #for reference!

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asoftsighh · 2 months ago

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Hi, how are you? Requests are still open and I was thinking about this, does the reader have a phobia of spiders? It would be kind of hilarious, she dates Spider-Man but has a phobia of spiders, well, that's it, kisses and thanks🙃🫶

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ peter parker x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

you’re scared of spiders & peter comes to help

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a/n: hi!! thank you so much for requesting, this was so fun ʚ♡ɞ

Steam billows out from behind the curtain as you step out of the shower, the towel you peel off the radiator warm against your wet, glistening skin. Peter must have snuck in here at some point and put it there.

Taking a hand towel, you wipe the fogginess from the mirror, your reflection appearing. The ends of the towel knock over something in the process, making a loud clunk as it meets the tiled floor. When you go to pick it up, you see something that makes you squeal.

A voice calls your name from behind the door, followed by footsteps and a knock on the door. Peter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” you yell back, but your heart is racing. You peak back over at the counter, spotting the stationary spider sitting by your toothbrush. It’s small, but still enough where you want nothing to do with it. “Peter?”

“Yeah?” His voice is still right outside the bathroom door, like he was still unsure of whether you need him or not.

“Will you come in here? Please?”

He opens the door slowly, the rest of the steam from your shower finally escaping. His brows are furrowed, like he’s expecting a fire or blood or something worse. In your mind, though, a spider is worse. You tighten your grip on the towel wrapped around you; things with Peter aren’t new enough where you would shy away, dressed like this, but his eyes still trail over your bare shoulders.

You press your back to the cabinets across from the sink, the cabinet knobs digging into your back. “There’s a spider.”

His eyebrows raise now, disappearing beneath his too-long hair that hangs over his forehead. You see the indent of his tongue on the side of his cheek appear, like he’s holding in a smile but failing terribly. In the few months you’ve known, and subsequently dated, Peter, he has been the kindest, most understanding person you’ve ever known. But for some reason, whenever your fear of spiders comes up, he always seems slightly amused. Caring, yes, but amused.

You motion to it with your chin and he follows your gaze. “This little guy?’ With his back to you now, you can definitely hear his smirk.

“It’s not funny, Pete,” you say, staying right where you are, far, far away.

He gives you an apologetic look over his shoulder as he gathers tissues for it to climb on. “Sorry, sorry, I know babe.”

You watch as he places the tissues in front of it, keeping his hand completely still as it climbs on. He straightens as he turns, the spider-tissue in hand. You turn your head and press yourself against the cabinets, hand clammy with sweat against your towel-clad body. Fortunately, he’s out of the bathroom quickly, most likely opening a window for it to climb out of.

You let yourself take a deep breath, wiping your hands on the soft towel. Stepping back up to the sink, you grab your moisturizer, going back to what you were trying to do.

Peter makes his way back in a minute, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe beside you. He unsticks a damp strand of hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you okay?”

You smile softly at him in the mirror, rubbing your lotion down into your neck. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.”

His smile is crooked and soft, his breath warm against your temple where he kisses it. “You were very brave.”

You roll your eyes but lean into him, and he takes your weight gratefully. His arms worm around your waist, hands splaying out over your stomach. He presses a kiss to the highest point of your cheek, just because he can. You lace your hands with his over your stomach, still dewey from the lotion.

“Thanks for not laughing in my face,” you murmur, head tipping back, the tip of your nose brushing his cheek.

You feel the exhale of warm breath against your ear. “I kind of did. But you’re welcome anyway.”

You hum something, whether it's a thanks or complaint, Peter is unsure. You let his warmth wrap around you like a second towel, sinking into him even further. Peter chuckles into your warm skin again, the sound low and adoring.

“Next time, you’re showering with me,” you whisper, “in case another spider comes back.”

“Deal,” he grins against your shoulder now, following it with a press of his lips. “But only for protection, obviously.”

criticism is welcome as long as it’s kind ✮⋆˙

i’m very new to writing ✮⋆˙

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heartz4levi · 5 months ago

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AH WAITER MORE DEWEY PLEASE..!! 🫶🏼

vitamins, that d, i'm good i'm healthy !

☆ thinking abt dewey nsfw headcannons . .

☆ dewey (alnst) ,, gn reader . . dom!dewey ,, sub!reader ,, BIIIG dick dewey ,, dewey is nasty.. NASTY i tell u... ,, manhandling ,, semi—public sex ,, dewey is shameless and oh my god i desire him so carnally no way he isn't real ,, my fingers r so cold that they feel like they're nearly paralyzed so i didn't get to write all that much </3.

first off, dewey's dick is big. it's fat and he has to make you cum multiple times on his fingers and his tongue to ensure that you're properly stretched out before lubing you up and preparing you to take him in. even then it's a tight fit..

it'll feel like your hole is being split into bits and pieces at first, but when you finally adjust and he finds a suitable place, you'll be on cloud nine. his cock doesn't leave a single crevice of your insides untouched, tip kissing that particularly sensitive spot of yours so effortlessly that he doesn't even have to search for it.

unlike some, dewey doesn't make love, dewey fucks. everything he does to you is too nasty, too lewd to consider it as him making love to you. if you were to ask, he would try to be more gentle, try and set a slower pace, but all of his self restraint crumbles the second he feels you clenching down on his dick. yeah.. no, he can't hold back.

speaking about the nasty and lewd things dewey does to you, here's a small list of the aforementioned 'things'. only if you're into that sort of stuff and give him permission to do it, though.

spits in your mouth — he'll tell you to open your mouth and, with a shit–eating grin, will let a fat glob of his saliva fall down onto your tongue before instructing you to swallow. if you ask him to spit in your mouth instead of him initiating it, he'll get bricked up on the spot.

puts you in a headlock — he has muscles and he likes to show them off. whenever he has you on all fours, dewey likes to tower over your frame and wrap one meaty arm around your neck, keeping you in place while he fucks you dumb on his cock. the way you look at him when he does that, eyes glazed over and half–lidded.. it's enough to make him cum on the spot, honestly.

manhandles you — again, he has muscles and he likes to show them off. if you ask to ride him, he'll agree, but before you can even begin to move your hips he's already physically bouncing you up and down on his cock. whenever the sensation of his dick abusing your poor insides becomes too much and you try to crawl away, he immediately pulls you back by the hips.

will fuck you in semi–public places — dewey is not afraid to pull you into a secluded spot and take you right then and there. if you're hanging out with him and a few of his friends from the rebellion, dewey will whisk you away in the middle of a conversation without giving any explanations. he'll find a relatively safe hiding spot, press you up against the wall or trap you on the floor and make you see stars.

by the way, he will come back afterwards acting as if nothing happened. dewey will seem and look completely unaffected, meanwhile you look like a disheveled mess — hair ruffled up, legs wobbly, both lips swollen and barely able to form any coherent sentences. if anyone is bold enough to ask, however, dewey will shamelessly admit to what he has done to you.

'what he has done to you' always meaning he wrecked your shit with the help of the big dick everyone knows he is in possession of.

#⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ heartz4dewey #alien stage #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst smut #dewey alien stage #dewey alnst #dewey x reader #dewey smut #dewey alien stage x reader #dewey alnst x reader #dewey alien stage smut #dewey alnst smut

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pathologicalreid · 1 year ago

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fluff masterlist

main masterlist

note: italicized titles denote requests

spencer reid x fem!reader

clue: in which penelope hosts a new year's eve party. with a murder mystery theme.

doctor and doctor: in which you add a degree to your repertoire

newly creds: in which the BAU team wants to see your newly issued credentials

nicknames: in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

attention: in which you attempt to get your boyfriends attention

fluorescent: in which spencer rambles about rocks and you get distracted

drop: in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

occupational hazard: in which you and spencer have a discussion about the dangers of his job.

in sickness and in health: minutes before your wedding is supposed to start, spencer gets cold feet, and you have to find out why.

cryptic: you and spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams

breakfast in bed: your boyfriend surprises you with breakfast in bed to celebrate spring break

in plain sight: your quick thinking (in an attempt to protect him) leads to a very thankful spencer

puzzling: trying to tell spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

red flags: spencer protects you from a drunkard

(lack of) convenience: the power of suggestion leads you to take a pregnancy test while you're on a case - and it's positive

three's a family: you and spencer are surprised to find out that you're pregnant, while you're already in labor (yes, this is a second cryptic pregnancy fic)

pure and applied chemistry: your boyfriend picks you up as a surprise at your chemistry lab (biochemist!reader)

separation anxiety: spencer's first case back from paternity leave involves children, so a concerned party reaches out to you

orange juice: you and spencer have an announcement to make, but you're not sure how to go about it

a special occasion: moving your daughter into a toddler bed brings about some interesting conversation

kindergarten crush: when one of your students goes missing, the BAU sends the A-team to question you

goads and goats: telling your dad (who's also your boss) you're pregnant ends in him giving spencer a hard time

a league of your own: when your boyfriend seemingly evolves, you resign yourself to the feeling of being left behind

fishbowl: you offer to bring spencer lunch when he forgets his at home, leading you to become an object of curiosity at the BAU.

dewey decimal system: in which spencer does the most spencer activity first thing in the morning - reorganizing your bookshelves

amorphous: your first ultrasound goes exactly how you'd expected it to, but not exactly how you'd wanted it to

sweet talker: in which french!reader gets caught using a special nickname for a particular genius

litmus test: in which Spencer needs your expertise to help solve a murder, but crime fighting is most decidedly not for you

blue ribbon: in which you and Spencer dedicate yourselves to helping your daughter with the best baking soda volcano the science fair has ever seen

first snow: in which you and Spencer experience the first snow in your new apartment together

xoxo: in which your daughter goes to the BAU to hand out her extra Valentines

christmas (baby please come home): in which Spencer isn't home to put his kids to bed on Christmas Eve, but they wake up to a surprise on Christmas morning

milk and cookies: in which you and Spencer try to bake gingerbread cookies with your daughter, the operative word being "try"

i'll be home for christmas: in which you, Spencer, and your toddler prepare for what will hopefully be your first Christmas together as a family

and it feels like home: in which Spencer confesses his love to you at the oddest of places - your sister's wedding

card trick: in which you broach a subject with Spencer that you're sure will be a dealbreaker - you don't want kids

safe space: in which Jack Hotchner comes to your classroom after spotting Mr. Scratch on school grounds

green-eyed monster: in which Spencer comforts your oldest daughter when she's jealous of the new addition to the family

hazardous materials: in which Spencer takes care of you after an accident in the lab

falling flat: in which you call Spencer for help with a flat tire, and he comes to help with you car troubles - and then some

shelter from the storm: in which your son comes to your room in the middle of the night seeking the safety of his father's arms.

twenty questions: in which Spencer has all of the answers for stoned!reader's questions

broken wing: in which your daughter is convinced a fractured wrist means the end of her ballet career, you and Spencer have to convince her otherwise

i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it: in which Spencer Reid is a mosaic of every person he's ever known, and you are the only one who has ever been able to bring him back to the present

spencer reid x gn!reader:

heatmiser: spencer takes care of you when he comes home to find you sick

running on empty: spencer makes a bet to go without coffee and ends up foregoing all caffeine

spencer reid x platonic!fem!BAU!reader

neophyte (2): in which dr. reid gives advice to help you cope with the requirements of your new job

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds masterlist #spencer reid masterlist #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #margot's masterlists

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eqan · 2 years ago

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so…… it just happened that we (i) had been wanting a dachshund for a while. my partner was super against it, so we compromised on a corgi (of the pembroke variety). we joined a waitlist for a breeder we liked and were contacted by her pretty quickly letting us know she actually had a puppy available. we asked questions and got videos of the puppy and parents and decided we liked him. they’re out in utah (working line corgis raised on farms) and uuuhhh he will be delivered to us friday.

we want to try adding another dog to our family again but i don’t think it can be an adult dog…. i think we have to go the puppy route. we are still on a groen waitlist and don’t want to give up our spot, but we likely won’t say yes to a groen until we buy a house in the unforeseeable future. i want a dog that’s smaller, can do Sports, and that is friendly and socially acceptable. into the puppy trenches i go

#dog #dogblr #my dogs #dewey #we have been planning to add a new dog to the fam for over a year….#i’ve loved every corgi i’ve met & this breeder specifically has her kids help socialize the puppies on the farm #she’s only been breeding since 2018 but the people who get her puppies are very pleased. super friendly and social puppies/dogs which is #what we want….. and she just had one available at the right time so……#wow. can’t believe it’s happening. finally #we have to go get baby puppy things after work 🙈

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Daddy's Home Fest

There's no better time than when daddy is home.

DILF BTS is coming to a Tumblr near you Spring 2024!

♡ Title: Before, Now and After

♡ Pairing: Alpha Gang Boss!Yoongi x Omega Maid!Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: gang au, dead dove, parent au, a/b/o | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: As the leader of the infamous Bangtan, Yoongi is untouchable and lives life as he pleases. He thinks he has it all until the tall and broad shoulder omegan maid, Kim Seokjin walks into his office and makes Yoongi second guess what he wants in life.

by @sweetestofchaos

Daddy Yoongi and Daddy Seokjin came home June 2. Read Here

♡ Title: Daddy, Daughter, and Dewey Decimals

♡ Pairing: Single Dad!Namjoon x (f)reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Parent AU, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining

♡ Summary: I adored the daddy and daughter duo that came to visit me every week at the library. Sunhee was cute and vivacious and her dad was every single woman's dream. A simple request, one late night, and a slip of the tongue revealing it wasn't just one-sided attraction.

by @remedyx

♡ Title: Dirty Laundry

♡ Pairing: Seokjin x f. reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Slice of life, established married couple, PWP

♡ Summary: When you come across your daughter and Seokjin having a princess-themed tea party, you can't help but fall in love with your husband a little more. It helps that you find him absolutely ravishing in the little pink dress he wears too.

by @sailoryooons

♡ Title: Love Blooms

♡ Pairing: Jin x Hoseok

♡ Rating: MA

♡ Genre: Divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: Summary: Divorced and lost, Jin grapples with self-discovery and single fatherhood. Then, sunshine arrives in the form of Hoseok, helping him explore his desires and build a found family. Their love faces challenges - ex-wife drama, societal disapproval - but together they prove love and acceptance can bloom even in unexpected gardens

by @downbad4yoongi

Daddy Hoseok and Daddy Seokjin came home April 26. Read here!

♡ Title: Lose You to Love Me

♡ Pairing: Yoongi x f! Reader

♡ Rating: 🔞

♡ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

♡ Summary: Yoongi thought he had everything. The woman of his dreams whom he gave everything for. The sweetest Princess who became his whole world the minute she was born and a career he can say he's happy in but what happens when it all comes crumbling down when one small secret blows his marriage open?

by @jmvore

♡ Title: Off Limits

♡ Pairing: Female Reader x Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: smut, porn with very little plot

♡ Summary: You are visiting your family over spring break and discover that the family you used to babysit for are separated. Does this mean Mister Kim is no longer off limits?

by @theharrowing

♡ Title: podcast

♡ Pairing: single father!Namjoon x f! reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: single father AU | fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

♡ Summary: You and Namjoon keep bumping into each other at multiple instances, as if destined to. In a world where past loves and current responsibilities intertwine, Namjoon navigates the complexities of single fatherhood, cherishing the moments with his daughter, Nari, while reflecting on lost love through his popular podcast, "A Loveless Lover." A chance encounter at a daycare center brings him face to face with you, sparking a connection rooted in compassion and shared moments of vulnerability. As their worlds collide, the possibility of new beginnings looms, challenging Namjoon and you to confront the past and consider the future with newfound hope.

by @hobipaint

♡ Title: sakura 🌸

♡ Pairing: king!yoongi x (f) reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: mature, fluff, angst, pining

♡ Summary: yoongi could never figure out how could a sakura tree bloom right on his son’s seventh birthday. logically, atleast, for his kingdom’s soil wasn't blessed enough for beautiful flora; however, when his inspection rounds reveal a trip totally unexpected, and in a crescendo of buried memories, his love for the tree gets as bright as the petals of the blossom.

by @liveyun

♡ Title: Shatter With Me

♡ Pairing: Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader

♡ Rating: MA 18+

♡ Genre: Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | heavy angst, smut, mild fluff

♡ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.

by @colormepurplex2

Daddy Jungkook came home April 24. Read here!

♡ Title: Since Day One

♡ Pairing: teacher!jimin x teacher! f. reader

♡ rating: 18+

♡ Genre: enemies to lovers, coworker au, single father au

♡ Summary: Being a Pre-K teacher is no easy feat, but Jimin is always up for the challenge. However, on his first day on the job, he makes an enemy in the parking lot before he even sets foot inside the building. Looks like this school year won’t be all sunshine and rainbows after all.

by @jjungkookislife

Daddy Jimin came home April 6. Read here!

♡ Title: baby fangs

♡ Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

♡ Rating: Explicit/18+

♡ Genre: Urban fantasy, vampires, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

♡ Summary: As a human, Jungkook thought life was meaningless. It isn’t until he dies that he finds something worth living for: the family he never had.

by @gimmethatagustd

#bts fanfic #bts fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts collab #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts fests #bts #daddys home fest #dilf bts

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