#Mr Snake x Reader Drabble

[jjunieworld]

BLACK STOCKINGS ˒˒ 강태현

it's a very delicate game of cat and mouse that you and taehyun play. he pretends that he calls you into his office to assign you more paperwork, and you pretend that you don't test the limits of how short your skirt can be until he notices the lace of your thigh-high stockings peeking out.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ kang taehyun x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ smut, coworkers to ???, office au

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ boss!taehyun, assistant!reader, taehyun kindaa takes advantage of his position, unprotected sex (don’t!), creampie, office sex, a hint of mean dom!taehyun, some manhandling, name calling (slut)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ saw an edit and i just had to make a little (or not so little) drabble inspired by it lmao… i hope you enjoy! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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a sly smile played on your face as your boss, mr. kang taehyun, called you to his office. you had walked into the building with a less than appropriate outfit—button down shirt unbuttoned just enough to show your cleavage and skirt short enough that if you were to bend over you would see the lace of your thigh-high black stockings.

you were purposefully trying to catch his attention, and it seemed like your efforts had worked. the two of you had been sleeping together for months now, and day by day you got more and more bolder. you grabbed the folder full of paperwork you were meant to give him and knocked on his office door. you heard a “come in!” from the other side of the door and pushed it open.

“close the door behind you and take a seat,” taehyun said without looking up from the papers he was writing on. you glanced around his office, particularly at the closed blinds on the glass that separated his office from the rest of the building, and walked towards his desk. you dropped the folder on top of the paper he was writing on and sat on the edge of his desk, your crossed legs making your skirt raise so that the lace was even more on display.

you leaned towards him slightly, same sly smile on your face, “you have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders.” taehyun’s eyes trailed up your figure slowly, stopping for a moment at your stockings and the sliver of your thighs that were exposed. when his eyes finally met yours, they were lust filled. a smirk crept onto his face and he laughed dryly.

“cancel it,” he stated and leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on you. “tell them i’ll be busy.”

your eyebrows rose and you tutted, “they won’t be too happy about that…” from the look on taehyun’s face you could tell he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. he pushed his chair away from his desk and patted his lap. shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you got off of his desk, the “clack!” of your heels sounding through the room as you rounded it.

placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you lifted your leg over his lap and straddled him. taehyun’s hands came to rest on your ass and his dark hair fell into his eyes as he looked at you. “you think you’re so fucking slick, don’t you?” he asked you lowly, his jaw grinding slightly. you laughed at him.

“you know what? i do!” you smiled as you grinded down onto him, pretending that you were adjusting how you were sitting. his eyes squeezed shut for a moment and his grip on your ass tightened. “but you’re the boss, what do you think?” you added, voice coming close to his ear teasingly.

taehyun hummed, saying nothing as he stared at you for a minute. he then stood from his chair with you wrapped around his waist and pushed you down onto his desk. papers flew off his desk and various pens and books toppled to the ground as you grabbed onto the edge of the desk for support. taehyun’s lips were on yours in an instant, hands at the sides of your head to pin you to the desk.

you wrapped your legs around his waist tighter and snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer. he moved to push your skirt up and to unbuckle his belt. “i think…” taehyun trailed off at the shell of your ear. he pushed your soaked panties to the side. “…that you’re a naughty slut,” he finished, his fingertips trailing up your thighs and hooking onto the lace of your stockings.

taehyun moved your legs so that they were now resting on his shoulders. you chuckled at him, the laugh lasting no more than a second until you were gasping and gripping his shirt from the way his large cock was stretching you out suddenly. taehyun held your hands above your head on his desk as he pushed in and out of you at a rapid pace.

shallow moans escaped your mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. the desk shook underneath the two of you, no doubt knocking more things off. “what possessed you to come into the office like this?” taehyun asked lowly, pulling you off the desk. his lips met yours briefly before your back arched and you broke away from him.

“t-this,” you stuttered, looking at him and managing a grin. taehyun shook his head, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards, and pulled you off the desk. he spun you around and then bent you over it, pushing one of your legs up onto the desk. taehyun slid inside you, the new angle making you cry out.

soon, you felt the knot inside you get tighter and tighter until the rope snapped completely and creamy white spilled out of you. you whimpered, head falling into your arms weakly when taehyun’s pace didn’t slow in the slightest. you knew he wasn’t going to stop until he came too.

“shh,” taehyun cooed in your ear as he wrapped his big arms around your waist and pressed you back into him. his skin slapped lewdly against yours and wet squelching sounds filled his office. if you hadn’t just cum, it would’ve turned you on more. “shh, my pretty slut. you don’t want the rest of the building to hear you, do you?”

taehyun’s cock twitched inside you and just as quick you were being filled to the brim with ropes of cum. taehyun moaned loudly and pressed his forehead to your back, lazily stroking into you as he chased his high. the two of you were breathing heavily when he finally pulled his softened cock out of you.

you turned around, a proud smile creeping onto your face, and kissed him deeply. his mouth was stained pink from your red lipstick, which was no doubt smeared. you fixed your panties and skirt, your face scrunching up slightly.

taehyun’s hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, “i should make you walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs.” you just laughed at him.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

[fayes-fics]

Target Practice [Drabble]

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict teaches his wife how to handle a rifle...

Warnings: Mostly fluff, a couple of suggestive moments, and one explicit line of dialogue. Married couple teasing each other.

Word Count: 0.7k

Author's Note: This is a request fill from DM chat with a lovely mutual who wishes to remain anonymous. They wanted to see a similar teaching scene to the infamous Kanthony gun moment... but with Benedict and his wife. Sorry it's taken so long to write this and that it's so short, but I hope you still enjoy <3 This is set in the Innocence universe.

“Concentrate,” he murmurs, each syllable elongated, the tone teasing and resonant.

You purse your lips and shoot him a sideways glance, feeling his heated breath dusting your cheekbone.

“Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t crowding me out, husband,” you point out with more than a hint of snark.

Benedict lets out a quiet chuckle.

“I’m merely trying to provide ample instruction, my love,” his voice tinged with amusement as a gust of wind makes the trees surrounding you rustle slightly, whipping the points of his cravat up to tickle your neck.

You hum, sceptical of that assessment. He seems to be doing his darndest to distract you as much as assist you.

“Here, hold it… like this,” his arm snakes around your back and his long, warm, agile fingers curl around yours on the barrel of the rifle. 

“You are just doing this in sport now, aren’t you?” you pout.

“Not in the slightest,” he lilts, “you just have to be the very best at everything, don’t you? So here we are.”

You almost hate how accurately he can sum you up with such an economy of words.

“Now look down the barrel of the gun along the aim line; line up your target with that v-shaped notch and fire at will,” he tutors softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You take a calming breath and line up your aim with the empty wine bottle he has placed on the old stone ruin in the forest, some distance away.

He is silent as you cock the trigger, but just as your trigger finger moves to fire, he leans right in and rumbles right in your ear.

“I love seeing you handle my weapon.”

The gun fires loudly and ricochets you backwards. 

And… you miss—by a country mile.

Your whole body instinctively reacting to that bedroom voice he can affect whenever he wants to rile you.

“Not fair!” you huff loud and indignant. “I call shenanigans! I demand a redo!”

“All is fair in love and war, my darling,” he chuckles, already turned away to load and prepare his gun for the same shot.

“That was not done out of love,” you counter, brushing a stray hair from your face, “but it was a declaration of war, Mr Bridgerton.”

He guffaws louder. “Do your worst, my darling. I was a crack shot at Eton, and I'm still not bad now,” he simpers, the confidence oozing from him both attractive and galling. 

He really needs to be taken down a peg or two.

To be fair, he looks an innate natural with his rifle as he checks the barrel and lines up for his shot, his hold one of practised ease and years of tutelage. You’re almost annoyed at how good he looks, just how damn attractive he looks—his tan britches and blue overcoat straining in all the right places over his muscular outline. Damn him.

“Now darling, once I’m done tutoring you, maybe you will be this good,” he states airily, shooting you a crooked, sideways grin without taking his eyes off the target.

So you deploy the one weapon you have in your arsenal that obliterates him—every time.

Just as you see his trigger finger squeeze, you lean in and slide a hand heavily over the front of his trousers.

“I am so wet for you right now….” you exhale, biting his earlobe, breathing hot and heavy into his ear.

The gun fires…. And he has missed by a mile too.

He swings his head to look at you, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you simply tilt your head and raise your eyebrow.

“What? You did it to me,” you shrug.

“You brazen little minx,” he growls, and its equal parts impressed and annoyed.

“Husband, you told me, on our wedding night, if I recall, if I were ever in such a circumstance that I should tell you right away,” you continue in that smug tone. “I am merely abiding by your ‘ample instruction’,” you volley, echoing his own words right back at him as it's his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

You squeal as he tackles you to the ground. And there is no more shooting for a while… at least not with rifles.

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[ritcchamadayo]

hi hi! could i please request a fluff drabble of sam (twst) finding out his s/o is ticklish? thank you!!

SAM!!!! ALL THE LOVE FOR SAM!!!! Such a cute request, ritcchama ni omakase~ (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

His Darling Imp

Sam (TWST) x Reader

On a rare slow day at the Mystery Shop, Sam decides to surprise his partner with a hug! but oh? What's this? You're surprisingly ticklish aren't you~?

On a rare quiet day, Sam was lazily reading through magazines behind his shop's counter while he waits for customers. Not long after, the sound of the door opening and the bell jingling wakes him up from his little stupor as he greets the visitor.

"Welcome to the Mystery Shop! Is there anything I could help you with?"

Sam stood up from his chair, putting away his magazine. "Ahaha, it's just me Sam. Sorry to disappoint."

"You would never, my dear." Sam laughs, going out from the counter and greeting you, his significant other, who has come to visit. You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before heading towards a shelf, looking at the assortment of snacks sold at the store. "I'm famished... Anything new for me to try out?" "Ah yes, we've just received a new shipment for those puddings you liked. I'll fetch them for you love~"

Sam walks towards the back of the store as you thank him, giddy from excitement. "Okay, thanks! I'll help you restock a new things on the shelves while at it~" With the help of his "friends", he quickly locates the new shipment and takes a box out, taking the new package of puddings.

You were focused on restocking the shelves that you didn't hear Sam re-entering the room, putting down the food on his counter. The sight of you constantly helping around at the shop makes his heart flutter, and he quickly strides up to you to surprise and snaked his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

Though, your reaction wasn't what he was expecting.

"WHA- AAH, SAM!! THAT TICKLES!!"

You wriggled out of his grasp, surprised with the sudden hug. Sam raised an eyebrow mischievously, a smirk growing on his face. "Oh? What's this, little imp? You seem to have a little something over here..." He reached out again, holding your body close to him as he tickles your sides unrelentingly.

You burst into laughter, your hands placed on Sam's chest and trying to push him away. "W-Wait wait~ Ahahah, Sam~! S-Stop it~!"

Sam had the fondest look on his face, smiling brightly hearing your laugh. He stopped tickling your sides and leans in to kiss your temple, chuckling while doing it. "Well that's one interesting new fact from you~"

You whine, but you can't help the grin plastered on your face either. "Sam, you tease... hehe. Come on now, let's eat the pudding together!" "The pudding's on Mr. S today, my darling imp~"

[imaginewarehouse]

The Bad Guys x Reader || Drabble

Not the right scene, I know, get over it.

Plot: The van/reveal scene with you, the groups Femme Fatale and Snakes wife, included into it.

Warnings: ** MAJOR SPOILERS ** This whole thing is SET in the climax of the movie.

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Panic was already climbing up into your throat from getting thrown into the cops armoured van, but as soon as those words escaped that little weasel's throat, 'Well, well... You finally get it.', along with the whole... look he's suddenly sporting- You jump up and slam your fist into the wall of the van. "CHIEF," You screech, a terrifying, demanding tone in your voice you have never used with her before. "I think you better get in here!!"

"Everyone alright in there, Marmalade sir??" Is the Chiefs response, surprising you. For years you have had her wrapped around your little finger; With your smooth words and painted lips, its your thing. You're the master manipulator, the seductress- but now, realisation dawns on you, that Marmalade holds all the cards. You're helpless right now, you think, heart giving a terrible thud inside your chest, glancing at Snake.

He's just as shocked and pissed off as you are, looking from you slowly to the 'Good Samaritan'.

"Oh, its all right Chief! Thank you! I'll only be a moment!" Marmalade calls back, looking squarely at you for a moment- the evillest, vilest look on his face that you have ever seen. You glare, sitting back down between a horrified Mr Wolf and an equally shocked Mr Shark.

"Wait. So... you stole the meteorite?" Shark asks, and you feel relieved to have the rodents beady little eyes lifted off of you.

"Oh, its not just a meteorite," Marmalade replies, more then a hint of 'neener neener I'm smarter then you' laced in his tone.

Piranha suddenly wiggles in the air, excited. "I told you guys it's a BUTT!- "

But just as you're about to crack a smile at your comrades announcement, Marmalade loses his shit once again. "IT'S NOT A BUTT!" He looks absolutely wild, hair in crinkly, 'mad scientist' wisps and pupils shrunken like he sees nothing he likes. Your eyes narrow; This wont be good. "It's the ultimate power source! You see, when it struck the city, scientists found that it emitted a powerful electromagnetic frequency, unlike anything else on Earth." He explains, chuckling. "I'm going to harness it's power to pull off the greatest heist the world has ever seen!"

"Wait... " Piranha and Snake both start.

"Whaaaaat?" Shark finishes, yours and Webs' expressions punctuating the rhetorical question.

Then Webs turns promptly to Snake, a deadpanned look on her face. "You should have eaten him while you had the chance."

"Yup."

"But why us?" Wolf finally, having been quiet thus far... looking worse then any of you. You noticed, because he's always the one that's together. You and him. You always have your composures, you don't lose it- so when you did, you had looked to Wolf. And he was doing worse, if that was possible.

A cruel beam spreads across Marmalades face. "Because you're the perfect patsies!" The glee in his voice is almost palpable. "Come on: When people look up 'bad' in the dictionary, do they see a sweet, adorable Guinea Pig? No. They see you. And they always will."

"Okay, fine." Snake agrees, easily. He's fine with how people perceive him, he identifies with it. "But you set us up!"

"Oh, pish-pish." Marmalade rolls his eyes. "Lets be honest: Evolution set you up. But Wolfie here really clinched it." He looks to Wolf, looking even crueller as his eyes fall on the hunched shoulders of your friend. "You fell for every one of my traps... " Your heart starts to fall, not white knowing what is about to come out but knowing its going to be bad- eyes snapping to Snake who's totally focused on Wolf. This is going to be bad, this going to be really, bad. "Starting with saving a helpless, little old lady."

"Wolf? What's he talking about?" Snake demands, worry creeping into his voice.

"Whoopsie," Marmalade covers his tiny mouth in fake guilt. A growl rumbles in the back of your throat as Wolf starts to breath harder, and dangerous betrayal starts to boil in Snake. "Did I say too much? What do you think, Y/N my dear?" The pigs eyes find your figure again, and you can feel it creeping over you; Causing you to actually wince. "You know, you could be saved, from all this unpleasantness; You don't have to be bad, you know? If you would agree to come with me, I'm sure I could... make arrangements, for you... "

"In your dizziest daydreams, pig." You hiss back, eyes darkening. Snakes' do, too, not liking at all the way you're being spoken to.

Marmalade shrugs. "Oh well. You go become a jailbird with your jailbird husband and your jailbird friends... shame, though it is. Anyhoo- " He turns back to Wolf, forgetting you quickly. "Looks like, yet again, the big bad wolf got outsmarted by a little piggie... "

Wolf suddenly howls, jumping up and fighting against his restraint. "You little pouchy-cheeked rat!" Your eyes widen as Wolf lunges for Marmalade, and the van doors pop open when his teeth bare at the rodent. No!- "I'll kill you! Do you hear me? You're DEAD. You're- "

As Marmalade topples out of the van, feigning fear, all you can see is the flashing lights of cameras and a crowd of scared faces, and feel... helpless. Its over.

The Chief rushes forward and shoves Wolf back into the van. "Oh no. You are done forever, Wolf!" She looks only sparingly, at you, and you don't even try to explain. Its no use. You just straighten your shoulders, and look away; A cool expression on your face as you regain your composure. Because you have to, you need it. Its all you have as a defence mechanism right now.

You know if you wanted her to, she would excuse you. She would say you weren't as bad as the others, because you made her think that. You made her fall in love with you.

But you belong right here and you aren't going anywhere.

As the van doors slam shut and you're all plunged into a deafening silence, you and Snake connect with the same furious, shocked expressions across the van. His eyes soften a little bit looking at you, though, and you allow yourself to relax the tiniest bit. Show a bit of your real feelings,- the heartbreak at everything falling apart.

How did all this go so wrong?

[punk-in-docs]

-EDDIE MASTERLIST-

🕷Super Freak Series🕷

🕸 Your Web, I’m Caught (the 1st) 🕸

Summary: The one where you’re miserable and drinking on your own at a party. And you run into maybe the last person you’d have expected on the outskirts. 7.6k words.

🕸 Is It My Body (the 2nd) 🕸

Summary: The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party. 6.9k words.

🕸 Power of Suggestion (the 3rd) 🕸

Summary: You see Eddie at school after he gave you a lift home the other night. There’s definitely something you need to resolve. It’s mind over matter and there’s something you’re both after. 5.3k words.

🕸 Head Over Heels (the 4th) 🕸

Summary: Eddie visits you at the record store where you work. You end up making out in the storage room. 7.6k words.

🕸 Was it Love or Nicotine? (The 5th) 🕸

Summary: Eddie can’t seem to see you at school. He thinks you’re avoiding him til he finds out you’re sick. And he climbs in your window one night to bring you a can of soup. 12k words.

🕸Wolf Men & Secret Heists (the 6th)🕸

Summary: You and Eddie enjoy a rendezvous in a storage closet at school. Some inevitably dirty stuff happens. 9.2k words (smut)

🕸 Don’t need telling twice (the 7th)🕸

Summary: You go over to Eddie’s for a Movie Night date. And apparently, you’re both terrible at keeping quiet about what you want. 10.4k words. (No smut just sheer fluff)

🕸️ Vanilla Tobacco (the 8th) 🕸️

Summary: Eddie collects you for your ice cream/arcade date, he also gets to meet your mom. 10.9k words

🕸️Star Studded Gazes & Metal Men (the 9th) 🕸️

Summary: Your date goes very well- maybe a little to well under the stars at skull rock. 10.5k words (smut!)

🕸️ Girlfriend is Better (The 10th) 🕸️

Summary: You and Eddie face an unseen obstacle, which you manage to overcome with some hard cold vengeance. and then you hit him with an interesting offer... 10.k words (angst/tw violcence past assault)

🕸️ Can’t leave you in the wrong hands, baby (The 11th) 🕸️ OUT NOW!!!!

Summary: You and Eddie take the definitive step towards boyfriend and girlfriend. An empty house and a evening alone yields to a perfect evening of a first time, and much much more (11.2k words, so much SMUTTT)

-Drabbles/One Shots-

🕷️When Eddie Met Pencils 🕷️ the drabble

🕷Green is the Colour 🕷 - Eddie x Pencils Drabble - 6.6k words

Summary: Eddie being jealous that everyone in Hawkins is apparently getting a slice of Pencils after they start dating. (Jealous!Eddie themes) ends with fluff.

🚬 Messy Eddie Headcanons🚬

🎼🎙 Eddie working in the record store with Sal Headcanons = a.k.a sheer Chaos 🎙🎼

🔥NSFW Eddie Headcanons🔥

🎃 Trick? Or Treat? 🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends are having trouble believing you’re really dating. They require a little proof- 3k. Funky little drabble really.

🍁 Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you 🍁

Summary: you celebrate your two year anniversary with Eddie at the place where it all began- At the Hawkins Fall carnival.

🍂 Halloween Headcanon’s for Eddie 🍂

Summary: Pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween Headcanons with Eddie.

❤️ My Funny Valentine ❤️

Summary: A requested ask/drabble- Valentines Day- and suddenly you have a not so secret admirer.

❤️‍🔥 Drawing Mr. Munson ❤️‍🔥

Short drabble: what would drawing Eddie be like? In a nutshell, a challenge.

🩸VAMPIRE!EDDIE🩸One shot; 10k words- also on AO3 if you fancy-

🩸Love like Blood🩸

Summary; !! Dark fic !! Vamp!Eddie x Reader. 10k words. He fully believes hell has opened its snake jaw and devoured him whole- cause this is, just, unbelievable.

Okay, maybe he hasn’t been swallowed into hell.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s that hell has chewed him up, and spat him back out.

He tried to stand and is amazed when he can. Bearing his own weight again. Stood tall. Slowly creaking and cracking to life.

Life? Or Death?

Other Characters

Detective (Murderer) Quinn

- Tainted Love, Part I

Summary: Inspired entirely by this post which I glimpsed via @ravensfromvalhalla from @ceriseheaven. As in the gif, what if Detective Quinn was actually a crazy psycho killer. Set in the 1980’s LA. Det Quinn x Reader.

‼️You don’t know I’m no good ‼️ Part II

Summary: Danger is far closer than you realise ‼️ TW: dark vibes, murder, death, violence, stalking ‼️ 3.6k words.

‼️Hungry like the wolf‼️ Part III

Summary: Quinn gets up close and personal. But he has an ulterior motive of course. ‼️TW dark vibes, knife violence and threatening ‼️ 4.1k words.

‼️ Like a fist. Like a Knife ‼️ Part IIII

Summary: Birdie is on the case - Quinn is onto her. The plot thickens- Slutty chaos ensues.

‼️ Hit me like a bad trip‼️ Part V

Summary: Some questions lead Birdie to the wrong side of town, good thing she’s got someone watching her back. Whether she wants them or not- turns out to be a good thing. Knights in shiny red Porsches. 7.2k words.

‼️ Girl in trouble (is a temporary thing) ‼️ Part VI

Summary: Birdie patches a bloodied Quinn up at her place. There’s nakedness, too much Bourbon, and a whole lot of smut involved. 9.9k words.

‼️ Have a horny little XXXmas - Det Quinn x Birdie festive one shot ‼️

‼️ NSFW ALPHABET ‼️ - For Detective Quinn - so much smut and filth

‼️ Hold the Bourbon‼️ Detective Quinn x Reader, Drabble.

Summary: Drabble from an ask, Detective Quinn laughing during sex - with an edge. ‼️TW ‼️Pure filth. Much smut.

‼️ Det Quinn Ask Drabble ‼️

Drabble/ask about Detective Quinn making you squirt

‼️Det Quinn Ask Drabble‼️ (so filthy)

Detective Quinn and how he would utterly devour you at all times (TW very filthy ask I LOVE IT)

‼️ Tied Up Too Tight ‼️

Detective Quinn x Birdies first date? Sort of. Quick hint: Porsche hood, nasty sex and handcuffs. ‼️TW ‼️lots of filth oh lord. Seriously.

🔪❤️‍🩹 better watch out babes-

🥀 Pick Your Poison 🥀Prince Paul x Reader || Part I, 9.2k words

Summary: You have Mother Russia melted deep into the marrow of your bones, and you’re not afraid to grit your teeth and have a scrappy fight. Draw out a little of that pumping hot slavic blood you’re so proud of.

“Charmed.” You smile at him with your perfectly rouged lips. You sneer him like a viper. Like you’re another one of the delicious black widows formed from these courtly, poison-skated walls.

He stalks off and Minister Panin bows to you all. Scurries along after him like a puppy.

Catherine isn’t displeased or discouraged by her sons frosty behaviour. She was expecting it.

You watch him stride away. Sip your champagne and drag your eyes over his back. He must store such tension in those reedy shoulders. Keeps it stored under that ridiculous wig maybe.

All of Russia is owed to him by birth and he’s kept a hairs breadth from clutching it.

🥀 Keep watch over the door of my lips 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader, Drabble.

Summary: Newlyweds, noble jealousy, and vicious court gossip. They seldom mix. 1.7k words. (Only a dash of smut)

🥀 Necessary Evils 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader, Drabble.

Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + Pregnancy sex = F I L T H

🥀 The Matter of a Good Taste 🥀

Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + some let me make you feel better oral sex. (Filthy but sweet married filth)

🥀 And the stars sighed in unison 🥀

Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + some pre-wedding sex and general naughtiness. (Fiancé filth)

🥀 Blessed be the bitter fruit 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader || Part II, 7.8k Words

Summary: Your marriage to Prince Paul and all the intimacy that follows, being love drunk newlyweds. (So much porn ok)

🥀Qualities of Mercy🥀

Summary: Prince Paul x Tsarevna Drabble inspired by the prompt: “If you want to come, you better beg.”

🥀 Traps with Baited Jaws 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader || Part III, 14.8k words,

Summary: There’s a snake in the palace garden. Blood spattered on Catherine’s pet rosebushes. Reader learns that Ruling all of Russia comes at a gutting price- (TW so much subby!Paul smut, violence, mentions of gore/death)

🍾 Ralph x Reader 🍾 short drabble/anon ask

Set in the 1920’s. Meeting Ralph at a wild party

⚔️ Gladiator II —Emperor Geta x Salacia Reader

Summary: You were raised outside of this Rome. Born into peace. To know of fathomless deep seas, and skies so big, they wrapped around your whole sight. Salacia. And now you are sent to Rome for your father in the Senate. There you will catch the attention of Geta; in all the wrong and darkest of ways

Part I. — Part II — Part III — Part IV

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୨ someday ୧

— shinichiro x fem reader

— domestic drabble ft tiny mikey. you and shin go to mikey's school for a parent-teacher conference

— 1.7k words

୨ notes ୧

there is a character who expresses hateful language and judgement towards teen mothers so proceed with caution !! reader is a girlboss and shuts it down immediately though.

veiny arms snake around your waist as you check your reflection in the hallway mirror and smack your lips after touching up your lip gloss. "mm you look so hot in a suit, i almost wish your workplace had a uniform" shinichiro mumbles into your shoulder. he lifts his head to make eye contact with your reflection and tries to bite your ear but you raise an arm to squish his cheeks into a pout. "well, at least one of us had to dress the part," you teasingly crinkle your nose at his ripped jeans and t-shirt. one side of his mouth lifts in a half smile and he retorts, "i'm okay with them thinking i'm the bum dad if it means i get to see my girl like this. ooh, when we get home can we pretend you're my boss and you caught me slacking off so you took me to your office to discipline me?" he winks saucily and the two of you burst into laughter.

"mr. and mrs. sano?" a stern-faced woman with her hair in a tight bun steps into the hallway and you lightly smack shinichiro's arms so he frees your waist and you can click your heels over to shake her hand. "yes - hi, that's us. where is manjiro?" you smile brightly, but she is staring at shinichiro with clear distaste evident in the way her gaze hardens. you inwardly groan. so you were going to have to go through this again. "excuse me? where did you want to have the conference?" you step into her line of sight with your now-hardened smile and she is taken aback.

"yes, please follow me. manjiro is actually in the principal's office. you see, there was a slight ... incident this morning." she fumbles and starts leading you down the hall. at this, shinichiro's brows knit together and the two of you share a glance. you squeeze his hand in reassurance; mikey knows how to stand up for himself so he will definitely be okay. it was probably that spelling sheet where he thought it would be funny to write bad words instead of his vocabulary, you think to yourself and roll your eyes. you had told shinichiro to help him with the correct answers after you left their house, but based on the way he threw his head back and laughed, that may have been an unreasonable request on your part.

when the three of you enter the principal's office, you are taken aback at the small crowd present. mikey is slouched on a chair with a small pout adorning his normally relaxed features, a middle-aged couple and their child who appears mikey's age both stand off to the side, and the balding principal is standing behind his desk with a manufactured smile. "mr. and mrs. sano! so glad you could make it." mikey's principal reaches over to shake your hand as well as shinichiro's. out of the corner of your eye, you see mikey quietly gasp and sit up, bouncing in his seat. he moves to come hug your legs but shinichiro subtly lifts his hand. let's see what this is about first, yeah? he motions to mikey, who slumps back down.

"hi principal..." you glance at his name plate, "...ito. thanks for giving us a call. what's going on? i thought we were here for manjiro's parent-teacher conference." mikey begins to kick his legs against the principal's desk and the stern lady from before shoots him a glare but he shows no indication of stopping. you raise an eyebrow at this behavior but turn to principal ito as he informs you, "there was a complaint about manjiro fighting with a student in his class." your eyes go wide, and you are sure shinichiro's do as well, but for completely different reasons as his first instinct is to mouth praises and flash a thumbs up at mikey. "would you stop that?" you hiss at him and pinch his arm, to which mikey giggles. the other adults (well, the ones that know how to act their age) stare at shinichiro, completely appalled. the mother of mikey's classmate speaks up with a haughty tone, "see, principal? it's no wonder the child grew up like that when this is the kind of environment he is exposed to at home." she raises her chin and sniffs at you, and you see red.

"excuse me? is there something you are trying to imply about myself and my husband? or even my son for that matter?" you look her in the eyes with the sweetest smile - almost, just almost fooling her into thinking she will get her apology and reparations and be on her merry way. but god, these venomous housewife types never know when to quit, do they? she tilts her head and thinks out loud, "if your kid is in elementary school, that means you got knocked up as a teen, probably by that delinquent-looking husband of yours, but maybe not. who knows, maybe this is your second or third man and you finally got lucky enough to find one that doesn't mi-" you raise your hand and slap her in the face.

it makes no difference whether any of her words are true or not but to insinuate that you and shin have done anything short of give mikey the best upbringing possible is something you will not tolerate. in your own rage, you didn't notice that shinichiro is frozen with rage and you take a moment to squeeze his hand before releasing it and stepping forward to make sure every gaping face in the room can hear you clearly when you speak in your iciest tone.

"you need to keep my family's name the fuck out of your mouth. i'm not going to stand here and tolerate you talking to me in that tone, nor do i care to debate the truth behind the assumptions you made. i have more productive things to do with my life, such as spending time with my husband and son - something i suggest you three also do if you're so miserable that you need to derive entertainment from gossip and speculations about people who don't know or care who you are." everyone in the room is staring at you, and the woman clutches her red cheek. principal ito is the first to recover and he forces a smile and pulls out a chair for you. "mrs. sano, please have a seat and let's sort this out calmly." you look at him as if he sprouted a third head because did he even hear what that bitch said? but shinichiro speaks up this time, his ability to think rationally in times of emotional duress being something you love so much about him.

he speaks quietly but the glint in his eyes and his cold tone are not lost on the parents "manjiro never hits anyone unless they agreed to fight or they disrespected him. that was the first thing i taught him. so i would suggest asking your kid what really went down." you turn to the couple as well to add something that just came to mind but you had been thinking about earlier. "i wasn't going to mention it, but is your child's name haruto by any chance?" the boy's mother seems to have entered a state of shock ever since the slap but her husband meekly nods. you fill your words with as much poison as you can and tilt your head at him, "then i just think it's really funny how you expect me to listen to your wife go on about the way we bring up manjiro when the only delinquent here seems to be your own son. manjiro has been complaining about a haruto in his class always taking his snacks and denying it. do you not feed your son enough? or do you not teach him basic morals? fix yourself and your household before even looking at us ever again." you finally approach mikey and pick him up, feeling your heartstrings soften as he immediately buries his head in your neck.

but there is one thing left to be done. shinichiro turns to principal ito one final time, who hastily closens his mouth and straightens out his suit lapels. "we'll be in contact about manjiro's withdrawal. we don't feel comfortable having manjiro attend a school where he and his family will continue to be disrespected. to be honest, i'm kinda ashamed in you for allowing these people to speak to my wife like that." he places a hand on the small of your back and the three of you leave the room.

once outside, mikey looks at you with sleepy eyes and pokes your nose. "big sis said a bad word" but there is a naughty smile on his face. you roll your eyes but are secretly thankful for the way he diffused the tension. even shinichiro cracks a smile at that and squeezes your butt. "mrs. sano was so cool, wasn't she mikey?" mikey just blows a raspberry and turns to you with wide eyes, "is it too late for you to marry me instead? you can still be mrs. sano if you like the name. i really don't know why you're going out with idiot shin", to which shinichiro exclaims and tries to pinch his cheek, making you stifle a laugh and console your pouting boyfriend.

"but for real, baby, that was great of you. i'm glad we have you in our life. i guess it's hard to imagine life without you now. i mean, i don't know." you coo and make kissy faces at your boyfriend being sappy while mikey pretends to gag. you ruffle mikey's hair but spot shinichiro digging in his pockets next to you.

"shinichiro sano, you better not be about to actually propose to me in the middle of mikey's school parking lot." you deadpan at him and he blushes crimson and grabs your hand, "no! no babe, what do you take me for? you best believe you're gonna have the sweetest proposal of all time, just wait." he finally seems to find what he was looking for and it's a coupon for a free popsicle at the local supermarket. you roll your eyes and motion for him to lead the way as mikey jumps up and tries to snatch it from him.

yeah, you really couldn't imagine your small family any other way.

— firstdivision

— do not repost

[always-andromeda]

A Deal | Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,306

Author’s Note | so this is another one that you all can thank soph for. this one came to me literally all at once?? like within thirty minutes I had this fun little drabble so I guess I can inflict it upon my followers now.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), fingering, mentions of reader being on period, mention of blood, nothing else I can think of!!

You’ve been moody all day. And Eli knows by now what that means. It’s almost unspoken when your period comes around. He doesn’t have the dates memorized but he can tell when there’s a change in how you hold yourself. You’re a little slower, sigh in pain more often, and easily tire out. 

Today, however, you’ve been begrudgingly doing your chores and working yourself to the bone. Laundry, sweeping, dusting the wood furniture, and finally, washing the dishes.

It’s the end of the night and he’s scarcely seen you sit still for longer than a few minutes. And when you do, it’s just to fan yourself from the heat of the day.

With the clock striking midnight, you’re still awake, slaving away over the sink. And he is beaming with pride over you. Even while on your period, you pushed through and did the chores that needed to be done. He’s sure you’re so tired you could crumble the second you decide to rest. As time ticks on, you don’t seem to be stopping. And, to be very honest, he’s waiting for you to come to bed. 

He’s waiting to reward you for your devotion to your house and home. Yet you stand in the same spot. And he gets so frustrated that you won’t allow yourself a moment of rest.

So he strolls up behind you, snakes his arms around your middle and peeks over your head at the plate you’re scrubbing furiously at.

He whispers, “Don’t you think it’s time to come to bed, Mrs. Sunday?” And he rocks you in place. Hoping that the movement inspires some sort of sleepiness that will make you yawn and agree to join him.

Instead you argue, “No. If I don’t do these, then who will?” And you only say that because Eli is always so busy. Planning out sermons and providing his services to the community.

He thinks of your reply for a moment. Pecks your shoulder. Lazily pulls the cream colored strap of your undergarments down your arm.

At some point during the day you’d stripped down to them because it was so dreadfully hot. And Eli hadn’t been able to keep his lustful eyes to himself all day. Even though he’s seen your shoulder many times before, it’s an all too familiar, intimate position that he craves in an instant. He’s kissing the curve of your neck because he knows the button of his nose tickles you there. It’s yet another tactic he employs to try and soften you to his reward. 

Still, you won’t budge.

You simply whine with an air of annoyance, “Eli, if I don��t get these done, then I’ll never get to bed.”

He doesn’t cease pressing kissing to your shoulder, and they get wetter as he’s trying to mark you up now.

“How about we make a deal? You let me do what I want to do and I’ll wash the rest of these tomorrow.” He gestures towards the few plates left, soaking in the bubbly water.

You look over your shoulder slightly, “It seems like the only one this deal benefits is me.”

He smiles, places a warm kiss on your cheek and chuckles softly, “That’s the point, darling.”

His hands at your front are wandering and you almost don’t notice it until you feel the snap of the waistband of your bloomers against your skin. And one of his large hands is traveling deeper to your folds. On the way there, his fingers brush against the rags meant to collect your blood. You probably hadn’t changed them once all day. 

He clicks his tongue right beside your ear, chastising you for how you’d neglected to take care of yourself, “Oh, Mrs. Sunday, you’ve been hurting all day, haven’t you?”

You nod slightly, manage a tiny, “Mhm,” as you feel the pads of his fingers feathering over your clit. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. You’re already feeling a little fuzzy in the head with him compressed completely against your back, trapping you right in front of the sink.

“I didn’t want to…worry you.” You reply vaguely.

“You’re my wife, darling. It’s my job to worry about you. To take care of you. In every way I possibly can.”

With that, his fingers plunge right into your core. It’s tight and warm and he can already hear the slight squelching of your heat, muffled by the fabric of your bloomers. But over that is the sound of you gasping for air as you throw your head back against him. Your grip on the counter goes even harder.

Even though you know he has you steady, your legs are starting to wobble. Between his hand down your bloomers and the one making its way to your breast, feeling you up over the lacy material, you don’t have a chance in hell at lasting very long.

And he knows it. Oh Lord, does he recognize the quiver of your body as he works to set you right.

He smiles wickedly and attacks your neck. Whispers, “You should know by now that I can heal your aches. You don’t have to suffer silently. If I had expected silence, I wouldn’t have married you.” And you almost roll your eyes, knowing it’s a tease at how loud you’re being; breathy gasps and moans all for him. It works him up more than anything.

He doesn’t have a spare hand to touch himself, so he improvises; ruts against the curve of your ass, the layers of clothing creating a delightful friction against his cock. He’s groaning right against your ear. The display is so lewd—so personal—that you’re almost surprised that he isn’t inside you. 

When he slides another one of his long fingers inside you, they’re stretching you almost the same way that his cock would. Every stroke gets faster, digits curling each time as he brushes against your tight walls. Each thrust of his hips, he knows he’s close to finishing what he started. Especially as you start humping his hand and your voice gets angelically high. It sends you even further over the edge, knowing you’re using his hand to get off while he’s using the curve of your behind as well.

Placing your hand over his, you cry out. It’s the one holding onto one of your now exposed tits. His thumb swipes over the sensitive bud, standing erect and agitated.

You’re breathing hard as he pulls his fingers out of you and goes right back to working your clit, his circles are furious and swift, making you sweat and clench your teeth in anticipation.

“Are you ready for it, my love?” He whispers urgently. He’s glad you nod quickly because he feels like he’s seconds away from bursting. The second he does, your chest convulses and your legs begin to give way.

You’re a house of twigs during a windstorm as he murmurs little praises, “You do so good for me, angel. So good. You deserve this.” Until finally you shatter entirely with a shuddering moan.

His hand lingers in your bloomers, toying lazily with your clit and working you through the final waves of pleasure before he pulls them out. His fingers glisten with fresh blood.

You’re horrified, on the edge of apologizing when he says under his breath, “Now that won’t do…” and simply dips his hand into the soapy dish water; uses the other one to scrub the blood from under his nails. You’re caged in his grasp, watching him turn the water pink.

He kisses your shoulder one last time and says, “Now I think it’s time for bed, dear.” And guides you, still shaky on your feet, to your bedroom.

He kisses you goodnight like he’s completely innocent and pulls you towards him, hoping you won’t keep the tension pent up ever again.

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a fem! reader x jesse rodriguez drabble.

word count: 1,605

just some pointless fluff beyond this point.

"Babe..."

You woke up to a pair of warm lips pressed against your cool forehead. You groaned, snuggling even more into his embrace.

"Babe, I really need to go..."

Whining, you buried your face in his chest, your ear just above his heart. "No." He laughed, his chest rumbling with the vibration of his voice.

"I need to go see my Mom, remember?" You could hear the smile on his lips as he gently carded his fingers through your bedhead. "I'm sure she wants to see me as soon as possible."

"Fine." You pouted before removing yourself from his warmth. Taking a hold of a pillow, you turned away from him and snuggled into the pillow's comfort, muttering, "Can't argue with that. Good night."

You felt a hand snake around your waist. He chuckled. "I knew you liked your sleep, but I didn't know you're such a grump in the mornings." His thumb rubbed at the sliver of skin of your waist after your top rode up your torso in your sleep.

You turned back around to him. Opening one eye, you frowned, "Only when I'm losing my cuddle buddy."

His grin widened. Jesse's arms pulled you closer, pressing his body flush against yours. With a sigh, he settled his chin atop your head. "I'm sorry, babe. I really need to go and see Mom. I've been gone for a week. She must be worried sick about her only dazzlingly handsome son."

Even in the mornings he liked to joke. You playfully swatted his arm and giggled, all vestiges of sleep lost to this lovable cheeseball.

"Didn't you text her last night before we went to bed?"

"Mhm," he smiled wryly. "And she only scolded me for an entire hour on the phone."

You laughed. "Serves you right." Pinching his cheeks, you added, "You should never worry your Mom."

“I won’t,” he held a hand over his heart. “This is the last time. Promise.”

“Good.” You yawned.

Comfortable silence fell in the room, the only sound you could hear is the birds chirping outside your window and the rustling of the tree on your front porch.

"Actually..." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling softly. "You want to come with?"

"Come with?"

"Yeah, to see Mom," Jesse said. "You already know she loves you. I'm sure she'd love to see you. You’ve been gone for so long, after all."

"I don't know, Jesse..." You bit your lip. "I don't want to interrupt your family time. It was only just last night that you were literally dead and we were trying to sus out your murderer who turned out to be one of our bestfriends—"

"Okay, okay! Enough of that–we’ve had enough of that last night! Anyway, you’re not interrupting anything," he pressed a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that because you're already part of the family." He winked. "I’m sure Mom's prepared for it all these years."

Your cheeks flushed. "Jesse!"

"I mean, I've never really shut up about you since I was fourteen—"

"I can't believe you."

"My mom's probably resigned to the fact that you're going to end up marrying into our family—"

A smile played on your lips. "What makes you so sure of that?"

Jesse ignored your comment and continued, "You know what, she may have already put your name in the family register after she met you—"

"Jesse!" You hid your face in your palms.

Jesse laughed, prying your hands from your face. "Aw, is future Mrs. Rodriguez embarrassed?"

"I am literally going to ban kissing if you don't stop."

He zipped his lips shut. You peeked behind your hands and was pleasantly surprised to see him patiently waiting for you, lips pursed shut.

"Good boy," you giggled, reaching over to tousle his bedhead, his usual carefully put-together hairstyle ruined by sleep.

You swung your leg off the bed, about to head into the bathroom when an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to bed. Trying to wriggle free, you glared weakly at Jesse. "Jesse, what the hell?"

Jesse shot you an innocent look, gesturing to his tightly shut lips. You rolled your eyes fondly and nodded reluctantly. "Okay, okay. You can talk now."

He pretended to be lacking breath and gasped hard. You scoffed playfully. “You’re such a dork.”

Then, you tried to leave again. “I’m going now, okay? You should get a move on if you don’t want to get scolded more.”

Jesse pulled you back again, pouting. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hm? What?”

He clutched his chest and whimpered.

“Jesse, you’re ridiculous,” you giggled. “Just tell me!”

“You promised me a good morning kiss last night!” Jesse pouted. “I wanted another kiss last night, and you told me I could claim it in the morning!”

“I…” You paused, before laughing. “I cannot believe you!”

“Best believe it, baby,” he puckered his lips. “Now plant one on these here lips.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“I will, if you give me what you owe me.”

Rolling your eyes, you returned and crawled back into bed where Jesse stared at you with eager anticipation. Cupping his cheek, you coaxed his face closer to yours, his breath brushing your lips.

“Mm, good morning,” you said before pulling him into a soft, tender kiss. Jesse’s arms immediately went to wrap around your waist, guiding you onto his lap. The kiss gradually shifted from soft and tender to hot and heavy, your gasps and little moans swallowed by Jesse’s lips.

You pulled away before it could get any further and glared weakly at your boyfriend. “Jesse Rodriguez! That was not our agreement!”

“You liked it,” he shrugged with a boyish grin.

You didn’t want to admit it, but yes. Yes, you did like it. Very much.

Thankfully, Jesse was never the type to push for verbal confirmation. He reluctantly let you go and ushered you to the bathroom. “I’m going to brew us some coffee, you get ready, okay?”

“Mhm.”

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“Hey, Jesse?”

His voice was distant, but clear enough to comprehend. “Yeah, babe?”

“Can you come here and help me?”

He entered the room and found you inside the bathroom, struggling to zip up your dress from behind, your hair draped over your shoulder, exposing your nape.

Jesse leaned against the doorframe and watched you from behind. You noticed him watching through the mirror and shot him a pleading look. “Please help?”

He could never deny you anything.

Jesse came up behind you and held the zipper in between his fingers. He pulled it up slowly, as if he was savoring the moment. Before he fully zipped it up, he leaned over to press a soft kiss on your nape. You flushed red at the shiver that shot through your body. And without much struggle, your zipper closed, the dress fitting your form like a glove.

“Mhm, this looks like a new dress,” he observed as you did a little twirl.

You winked. “I got it last week! Isn’t it nice?”

“It’s more than that,” he pulled you by the waist. “It’s absolutely perfect on you, babe.”

You cupped his cheek. “Good answer.” Holding his chin, you pull him down to meet your lips. Jesse obliged immediately, his arms wrapping around you and forcing you even closer to his body.

You stayed there, in your little bubble of warmth and intimacy when your phone suddenly beeped. Pulling away from his lips, you reached out for your phone, only to see a message from your mother.

“They’re coming home early,” you mused. “That’s new.”

Jesse blinked, still dazed from the kiss. “Who?”

“My parents. Remember, they were out of town for that “conference”…Though I’m pretty sure it was a date of sorts for them. Not sure why they would hide it from me, though. They deserve it.”

He rubbed his chin. “Oh, then shouldn’t we invite them to dinner tonight at my place?”

“Jesse!” You squawked, smacking his arm lightly.

“What?” He pouted. “It’s not like they don’t already know me! And what’s two more people?”

“Meeting the parents already? Really?”

“I’ve met your parents and you’ve met my Mom! So what?”

“You’re really not bothered by how fast this is going, huh?” You asked, amused, with your arms crossed over your chest.

Jesse only grinned. “Why would I be? I know we’re forever, baby.”

“God, you’re such a cheese ball.”

“And how is this going fast?” Jesse sighed. “Have you forgotten the ‘I pined for you since I was fourteen’ part?”

“Oh. Right.”

“We’re just picking up from where we left off.” He took hold of your hands and squeezed. “So..?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Are you asking them to come?”

You stared at him blankly for a few moments before heaving out a sigh. “You sure your Mom won’t mind two more people coming?”

“Oh, you know she’s always so excited to have people to feed,” he waved her off. “She’s used to feeding a village, babe.”

“True,” you giggled. “I think I still feel full from that one lunch I had over at yours.” You took your phone and typed in a message to your parents before shoving it in your bag. “Alright. I messaged them.”

“Yes!”

“Are you really fine with not showering?” You asked, looking Jesse from head to toe. “I can lend you one of my Dad’s shirts.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he shook his head. “I can just freshen up when I get home. Besides…” Jesse shot you a cheeky grin. “I like smelling you on me.”

“Jesse!”

[kickingitwithkirk]

Want me to blow your candle Mr. Padalecki

Summary: Jared wants something special for his birthday but its not what exactly you think

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2098

Warnings: cursing, marriage issues, talk of insemination/pregnancy, physical teasing, finding new kinks

A/N: originally a drabble for Jared’s 39th and where I came up with the rest I don’t know

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

July 19th

“Are you going golfing this weekend,” you asked coming out of the bath in nothing but a bath sheet passing your husband, who’s reclining on the bed, as you head into the shared closet, “the boy’s camp bus will in Sunday night and I might not be done so you’ll have pick them up.”

You didn’t get a response, “babe, did you hear me?”

Your husband doesn’t respond again as you’re fussing with your undergarments, “Are you getting ready, remember we’re meeting your parents at 7:45 instead of 8:30,” you warily add, “knowing your mum she’s come up with some surprise.”

There’s still no response, “..did you fall asleep on me?”

An unexpected shut down due to the unusually heavy monsoon season delaying Walker’s hiatus had Jared putting in extra hours on the set to finish the season, usually crashing wherever when he was home.

You stick your head out the doorway to see if he’s even in the room.

Jared hadn’t moved, still dressed in his beloved Wounded Warrior shirt, shorts and ever present beanie hiding his shortened hair with a hand tucked between the pillow and headboard just staring towards you.

You climb onto the bed and sit cross legged facing him, looking him over relieved to not see any of the physical telltale signs his illness was acting up inquiring concerned, “you haven’t answered me, is something wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything as his eyes rove over your half clothed body.

You glance down thinking maybe you’ve had a nip slip or have a camel toe.

No, everything’s securely covered in the style of undergarments you always prefer wearing when going out for the evening: matching bralette and thong cause who the hell wears actual pantyhose with the Texas heat!

Jared bits on the tip of his index finger giving you a teasing grin.

Ohh..that’s what he’s up to so you start teasing him back, stroking the inside of his muscular thigh before sliding under the loose leg of his shorts, pleasantly discovering he’s gone commando, lightly brushing over his cock making him twitch.

“Want me to blow your candle Mr. Padalecki?”

He grunts, closing his eyes at the question and stimulation of your fingers playing over his sensitive member, “you know how much I love that babygirl,” he inhales sharply feeling you firmly grip him, “but there’s something else I want.”

“And what’s the birthday boy wishing for this year?”

Reopening his luminous eyes your husband conveys his wish.

“I wanna go bareback and cum in your pussy.”

Releasing him you go to slide off the bed, “you get that right out of your head mister! You can cum anywhere else but that ain’t happening, no sir!”

But Jared’s quicker, his hand snakes out wrapping his long fingers around your smaller wrist, halting you sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you how strong he is even without the bulk he had when you first met over a decade ago.

“You said we could try before I turned forty and I….”

“I said before I turned forty. Apparently you’ve got onset senility because that number is in my rear view mirror.”

Jared gives you his biggest puppy eyes, “please babygirl..can we at least discuss it again.”

Sighing, you pull your wrist loose and entwine your fingers, rubbing your thumb over his larger one because you knew your husband wasn’t going to let it go, especially with today being the last birthday of his thirties and you absolutely did not want him to being the subject up in front of his parents.

“I’ve been seriously thinking about it since Supernatural's ending and…”

“..Jay, between the boys and our careers, when would we have the time for another baby?”

“I’m here..”

“..you’re willing to give up the fourteen hour days on set, the production responsibilities for two am feedings? You’re willing to cut back on your other business ventures to walk all night when they colic? What about personal appearances and online stuff? Or the conventions, you’re planning on doing a diaper change on stage during a gold panel? And I’m sure Jensen would just looove watching you tee off with a papoose on your back!”

He opens his mouth to respond but you continue.

“No, you’re expecting me to shelf my career permanently this time and and...” you exhale loudly unable to finish the thought, feeling like you’re back on the hamster wheel with this, knowing a big part of Jared, while proud of your career and the family you two have made, has always wanted more children, talking about four or five.

And the thing is at one time you wanted it too.

“After we got pregnant with Y/Y/S/N, I erroneously thought you’d wanna quit acting, settle down and do nothing but raise my kids,” Jared barked out a cynical laugh, “there I was about to turn thirty and thinking I was some fucking stud cause I got you pregnant twice in one year. Then everything spiraled out of control.”

You winced at the memory of what should have been some of the best times of your marriage only to turn into the worst barley a year in.

***

It’s been a decade since your first pregnancy and that one had been a surprisingly easy one, allowing you to work throughout it.

Giving birth was a different matter. You had to give up on the planned home delivery due to the baby's size.

Thirteen weeks later you were in Austin ending up at the doctors thinking you caught the flu and didn’t want to risk making your son sick while breastfeeding.

That’s when you got the news you didn’t see coming.

Jared had knocked you up on your honeymoon, talk about cliché for Christ sake and then first time you had sex after giving birth, he’d gotten you pregnant again!

That pregnancy had been the complete opposite.

Having not fully recovered from the first, you ended up having to stay in Texas at your three-quarters renovated home outside Austin and Jared in Vancouver filming.

He initially flew home every weekend but was exhausted from the long shoots making him short tempered while you were out of whack physically and emotionally; caring with your son, dealing with the ongoing construction and a manager who wouldn’t stop harassing you about all the jobs he’s lining up post pregnancy, pressuring you to get back in shape fast, created a volatile mix for many fights.

The last one started over something trivial and you lost it, unloading on Jared like you were possessed. He broke down saying he couldn’t deal with you anymore and was done. He went back to Vancouver that night and stayed.

During your twenty-eight week checkup the doctor called Jared informing him you were being admitted with complications.

Your brother-in-law Jeff and his wife took Y/S/N home with them so he’d be nearby and Jensen called his parents to help, knowing the relationship between you and your in-laws, a mostly cordial one on good days, had completely deteriorated.

You ended up spending the rest of that pregnancy in the hospital before delivering another boy at thirty-five weeks, this time without your husband.

***

Jared pulled off his beanie running a hand through his hair looking contrite, “I have been and can still be a completely immature jackass. Back then, I didn’t stop to consider what you wanted,” he gently squeezed your tangled fingers, “I’m keeping my promise to ask first and never ever assume again. I know you love to work as much as I do but maybe this time we both could discuss making a few concessions?”

He paused waiting for any confirmation you’re willing to continue, “okay Padalecki, what do you propose?”

“I’m not gonna take on any more projects. I told Paul the Mantra stuff has to be on preset days, no more last minute stuff. I can’t promise the online events will be during the week but I'll try to limit them when possible and the cons, you know how they work.”

“I’ve also been discussing next season with Anna, on getting the shooting schedule and production tightened up,” his voice softens, “I found out the writers are expanding next season’s storyline to include flashbacks of Walker and his wife. I told them I want you as Emily.”

“What?”

You listened to Jared continue talking about the advantages of working together, being on similar schedules instead of having to switch off working, leaving the boys only having one parent at home at a time, realizing how much thought and effort he’s put into this and offering you not only a steady gig, but the opportunity to work near home for the first time ever, this time allowing for the expansion your family together.

“Jared, there’s one thing you haven’t considered...I’m almost forty-four.”

“I consulted your ob/gyn..”

“What!”

“I asked her advice about us trying for another baby,” your husband had been methodical, you had to give him that, “she said since the antral follicle count and AMH tests you took were on the higher end of your age group the chances of us conceiving are still good.”

He stretched across the bed and picked up your phone tapping the screen a few times then showed what he pulled up, “I’ve been following your period tracker and you’re ovulating right now.”

You peer at the display showing you were ovulating alright, right at the midpoint of the cycle, your most fertile day.

“I..if we do this what’s gonna stop us going sideways again? It took us years to get here and fuck, do you know what your mum’s reactions gonna be?”

Jared cups you cheek, “hey, I know, it scares the hell out of me too but we’ve both grown from it. We’re in a good place and I’ll do whatever I have to to keep you happy and stress free,” he bends down looking directly into your eyes, “that includes dealing with mom.”

You smirk, “giving you fair warning Padalecki, I’m gonna hold you to that and since you’re gonna be my new boss I’m renegotiating my contract so be pre..hmph.”

You don’t finish because your husband suddenly lunged forward pinning you under him on the mattress, his dimples on full display, “whatever you want, whenever,” he starts kissing down your neck, “you want cookie dough ice cream, dill pickles and tuna at 3am I’ll get them or..”

“That is so disgusting! I never craved stuff like that dork,” you hum as he starts mouthing over the swell of your breasts, “I’m gonna want Micklethwait’s bbq, 24 hour Diner’s mac & cheese and,” Jared bits down on your clothed nipple making you gasp out, “Torchy’s trailer park tacos!”

Jared’s response wasn’t what you expected. Instead he sits back on your thighs running his large hands over your lower abdomen licking his lips, “I can’t wait till I get you all big and round, you’ll be even more beautiful.”

You playfully slap his forearm and he jerks in surprise.

“I recognize that line..you read that a/b/o fic I sent you, don’t deny it mister.”

Jared sheepishly grins, “yeah I did and you were right, it was really good. I look over a few others and they gave me an idea.”

He bounced off the bed going into the bath rummaging around the cupboard coming back out with an object you recognize.

“Umm, what are you doing with my Diva cup?” You sit up confused as he hands the mensuration device to you.

“So in the creators notes was this link to an article that inspired them and I clicked on it, seems it’s a new trend; if you use one of these,” he points to the cup, “after sex the success rate of fertilization goes up.”

Shaking the cup at him you asked, “am I gonna have to monitor your online activity like the boys?” Jared wrinkles his forehead and you start laughing, “you’ve so got a breeding kink.”

Jared gets back on the bed crawling back over you till your lying supine under him again, “it's been too long since I’ve breed you Omega, I need to rectify that.”

Running your hands up his muscular arms you breathily reply, “yes Alpha, I want that..want you to breed me, fill me with your cum..want you to plug me so I don’t lose a drop.”

Jared gazes at you with a predatory expression, “I’m gonna make you round with my pups so everyone knows your mine.”

SPN: @donnaintx​ @lyarr24​ @flamencodiva​ @b3autyfuldisast3r​

Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid​

[yeoldontknow]

As Still As Sound: Chanvember Drabble (M)

AN: requested by @kyungseokie​: hello hello HELLO! ☺💕🎉 i heard of chanvember drabbles and therefore i have arrived with my request for mrs park: asas!chanyeol as a chef / R / established relationship fluff + newlyweds / "kissing me into next week doesn't change the fact that you ruined the pasta" | as still as sound masterlist | chanvember drabble game rules Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: soulmate au; chef au; romance; smut; newlyweds; fluff Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sex; mutual masturbation; fingering (f receiving); brief impreg kink; dirty talk; messy sex; kitchen sex Word Count: 2K

Five years with him, and still you are never prepared for the electric current that consumes your nerves when Chanyeol touches you.

Every single time, without fail, you shiver beneath the tender caress of his palm. He's always been skilled with his hands, the strength evident in his knuckles a thing you could not deny even when he was just a voice in your head, a phantom limb you reached for on instinct. The searing heat of his touch warmed you long before he was tangible, tactile, and now, with his hands at the backs of your thighs, your own fingers grip thick strands of his hair as you gasp into his greedy mouth.

Wasting no time, he lifts you on the counter next to the ruined pot full of oiled pasta. He thinks that you will forget, that his tongue stroking languidly at yours while he diligently spreads your thighs to make space for himself at your core will be enough for you to let it go.

Five years with you, and he should know this would not be the case.

His kisses could make you forget a lot of things.

Sliding his hand beneath the hem of your shirt, he smiles against your lips as he drags the pads of his fingertips along the under curve of your breast. He's discovered you are not wearing a bra, and deftly catches your hardened nipple between his knuckles. It's enough to make you forget your laundry was done approximately seven minutes ago, waiting to be placed in the dryer before someone else in your building does it for you, needing the machine.

Tilting your head back, the dull thud of it against the cupboard makes you both laugh, a flush heating your cheeks at the silliness of this sudden need to fuck. It's the last week of your honeymoon, and your suitcases are still strewn about the living room; you are still jet lagged, motions sluggish as he kisses at your jaw and massages your breast. You don't know where he gets his energy from - you never did, but you spread your legs wider as his other hand snakes between your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side.

It's been a long time since you've been ashamed of how wet he makes you, just from kissing. It's been a long time since he's taken to using this knowledge to his advantage, and Chanyeol does not hesitate before he flattens two fingers against your slit and gathers your wetness at the same moment he nips at your pulse. It's enough to make you forget you need to review your emails before you return to work, getting a head start on the client queries you've missed.

Chanyeol is almost painfully hard, evident in the way he begins to whine at your earlobe. Rocking his hips into you, he swirls his fingers over your slit as you moan his name, dropping one hand from his head to walk down his torso. Burying your hand beneath his boxers, you grip his cock firmly, biting the inside of your cheek as his forehead droops and presses into your shoulder. You've never been able to close your fist around him, his girth in your small palm too large for your fingers to meet, but you hold him tightly and find an awkward rhythm that has him gasping.

Pre-cum drips over your thumb, and you run your finger over his tip to gather it, your name a high pitched keen that shudders behind his grit teeth. There is no room for you to handle him as you'd like, the small space and his large frame preventing you from reaching your desired speed, but it's enough for you to forget he's your soulmate. 

It is always like this with him, the churning need in your belly insatiable every time you see him, smell him, taste him; he's the only one who undoes you so completely, your nerves frayed at their edges every time he holds you against him, every time he tells you he loves you, every time he looks you in the eye and tells you needs to be inside you, so hard he could break.

But it will never be enough to forget what he's done to your dinner.

'I have something to tell you, baby,' you whisper, turning your head slightly to kiss against his temple as you speak.

'Yeah?' he grits out as your fist tightens over his tip, languidly working your way back down his shaft.

'Kissing me into next week doesn't change the fact you ruined the pasta.'

The challenging tone in your voice has him lifting from your shoulder, a single brow cocked in amusement carving crevices in his otherwise smooth forehead.

'Did I, now?' he muses, though his own teasing protest is softened immensely by the way he eyes the wet curve of your lips as he speaks.

Your mouth tingles in expectation, wanting his lips against yours, his tongue against yours, his breath in your lungs. Instead, you swallow thickly and nod, keeping your eyes on his in an effort to remain focused.

'You added oil to the water,' you state, keeping your voice flat.

A failed attempt, you realize, as his fingers slip into the wet cavern of your cunt. Idly, he thrusts his fingers to the hilt, your eyes falling closed as you lick at your lips. Instinctively, your walls squeeze around him, and he grunts as he adds a third finger, opening you further.

'Y-you should know better,' is your stammered conclusion, your grip on his cock swiftly growing into a vice as pleasure overtakes your senses.

Taking advantage of your exposed neck, Chanyeol kisses wetly at your throat as he continues to thrust, his breath heavy in his chest as your nails drag along his shaft.

'I'm the chef,' he manages, the gravel in his voice adding a weight to his statement felt all the way to your blood.

Once more, your swallow, and Chanyeol bites at the bob of your throat. Sliding forward on the counter, you seek more of his hand, the juices from your cunt trickling down your thighs and onto the counter in rivulets. Knotting your brow, you focus on the heat of Chanyeol's cock, wishing you could cup his balls in your hand.

'To an Italian that means nothing.'

Chanyeol laughs, his thumb coming to press lightly at your clit.

All at once, your orgasm lurks preciously in the base of your spine, a growing tension that roots itself deep into your thighs as your walls clutch at his fingers. Chanyeol is relentless with his thrusts, and you look down the length of your body to watch the tattoos on his arm flex with each motion of his hand. A small whine tumbles from your lips, beyond your control, and once more you run your finger over his tip as you gently flex your grip over the head of his cock.

The change in pressure has him cursing, a rasped 'fuck' slipping from his pink lips.

'I'm your husband,' he argues, and all at once you feel the weight of the rings on your left hand.

You wish you were holding his cock in your left hand, that he could feel the presence of your rings and the claim he's made, not just to your body but, to your entire life. The very moment you learned he was your soulmate, you expected you would eventually call him husband, that you would mix blood and share a family, a home, a life, with him. You expected it, but just like his hands on your skin you were profoundly unprepared for the way calling him husband truly made you feel.

Even worse, you were unprepared for the way his voice brought life to the word wife. On your wedding night, you asked him to call you that instead of your name, pressed his hand to your stomach and hoped that soon he would add mother to the list of names, never wanting anything quite as much as swelling with his child.

'And I'm your wife,' you retort, chin dropping to your chest as the memory spurs your orgasm onward.

Chanyeol's thumb draws circles over your clit, and the nails of your left hand dig into the counter as your blood begins to scorch your veins.

'Forgive me,' he grunts, a sign that he, too, is getting close.

Invigorated, you increase your pace as his own motions inside your cunt falter. The odds are in your favor this time, and so you say the thing that so often makes him crumble in moments like this, something so soft and so innocent it never ceases to amaze, and surprise, you.

'I love you,' you whisper, leaning forward to kiss it into his ear.

Chanyeol comes inside his boxers, leaking over your hand and down your wrist as he shudders. His free arm winds around your waist as he gasps into your sternum, coming violently undone over your heartbeat. It only takes a moment for him to gather his strength, somehow motivated now that your hand over his cock is no longer a distraction. As he softens in your palm, he works fervently at your cunt, the depth of his middle finger unprecedented.

Cradling your head in his hand, you feel his own wedding ring hard against the base of your neck, and you tremble.

'That's not forgiveness,' he says, and your heart drops deep into your belly.

He's clear headed and focused, now, his orgasm only working small aftershocks down his arms. You might have been able to bring him to the edge first, but he has never handled defeat without planning a swift revenge, and you brace yourself against the counter for the hurricane he will inspire inside you.

'Love is forgiveness,' you breathe, hardly able to focus on your words.

Chanyeol's thumb spreads your juices over your clit and he laughs, a dark, rich sound that blankets you. Arching your back, you offer your breasts to his willing mouth. But he resists temptation, thrusting his fingers roughly against your walls.

'Forgive me,' he repeats. 'Forgive me and cum.'

He crooks his fingers against your spot and the world around you breaks into white, your hand releasing the soft flesh of his cock to grip his hip as your voice only manages the first syllable of his name.

'Chan,' you cry, legs tightening and chest burning.

Distantly, you hear him sigh in delight, your splintered expression of his name his favorite prayer. Sweat lingers at your brow as your veins thunder with pleasure, muscles relaxing all at the same moment and wiping your mind of everything.

Except -

'Orgasms aren't forgiveness,' you manage, groggily falling forward and nuzzling into his neck. Taking a deep breath, you luxuriate in the bergamot of his cologne, tempered by the scent of his own sweat. 'You're crazy if you think I'm eating that pasta.'

AN 2: if youre not familiar with as still as sound, please note that this was part of the chanvember drabble games. he is not a chef in that story. this is an au for an au! 

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Soft, Pink & Baby

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Request from @marvelfandomcrazy

Words needed to use in fic: Soft, Pink and Baby

Word Count; 215

Warnings; none

Authors Note; For my 500 followers celebration! 3 words I need to include in a 200-300 word Drabble! Enjoy loves <3

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Credit @ whitewolfbucky for the wonderful gif

It was the middle of the night, and you couldn’t sleep. Those nights when sleep was hard to come by, you always wandered to the room that had been decorated as the nursery for your soon-to-be-born child.

You were in a state of fantasy and dreams about the beautiful future with your little one as you touched the little soft and pink onesie hanging in the closet as your hand was caressing your seven-month baby bump.

Just a few more weeks, and you would finally be able to meet your baby girl you’ve been waiting on for so long.

A gasp left you when a pair of arms snaked around you. In just a second, you relaxed when you felt Bucky’s presence behind you.

His soft and warm hands taking place over yours that held the bump protectively. His lips close to your ear as he left kisses just behind it.

“Can’t sleep?”

A simple shake from your head was an indication of his concerns.

“C’mon.” His hands found yours to lead you out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. “What do you say about me making you something good to eat, and then we can cuddle the rest of the night?”

“Thank you, Bucky that’s all I need.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

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[imaginewarehouse]

Mr Snake x Spouse!Reader || Drabble

Okay, warning- this will be my last Bad Guys Drabble for a day or two. I have some other stuff in the works I wanna finish XD

Plot: Obligatory 'Lazy morning in bed' Drabble. (In this one you can decide yourself whether he's a snake or human)

Warnings: SOFTNESS??

~

As daylight begins to interrupt your sleep, making the room too bright to rest in and reminding you that its a whole new day, you crack your eyes slightly open, slowly.

The first thing you see is the ceiling. The plain, off-grey ceiling on the room Marmalade set you all up in, in single bunkbeds. It really lights up during the day, you think, rolling your eyes.

Bad Guy's houses are dark for two, important reasons, and they might surprise a person- 30 percent for the aesthetic... 70 percent so you can sleep longer! Oh, you miss that already. You cant wait until you're back in your regular bed, with your husband, sleeping in until Piranha starts doing something crazy and loud in the kitchen for lunch. Or sometimes dinner.

The second thing you notice as you wake up and roll onto your side towards the bedroom door, away from the window, is your snoozing husband in your bed. You're surprised because when you fell asleep you were definitely alone, but not because he snuck into the single bed with you in the dead of night. That's not a surprise at all.

He's a rule breaker.

Grinning, you rest your head on the pillow again and let your eyes fall closed. His body heat, especially due to that silly unicorn onesie, is so cosy! You could fall right back to sleep.

"... Morning... " He drawls, voice clogged with sleep, as you peak to see his are still closed- but he's awake. You close your eyes again.

"Morning, stranger... "

"Hm," He chuckles, pulling you in more securely to him. "That little breakfast food doesn't tell me I cant sleep with my spouse- I didn't marry you, for nothin'... "

"Right... " Opening your eyes again, finally, because sleep has well and truly left you and you'd rather see First-Thing-In-The-Morning Snake in a unicorn onesie, anyway. He seems to know you're looking, though, despite his eyes being sealed closed, and smirks.

"What are you starin' at?... Creep."

"Says the guy that snuck into my bed while I was dead asleep?" You snort, quietly. Sure- you're the creepy one in this outfit.

"Aw, come on... " Finally, his eyes slowly open wide - evidently not sleepy either, anymore, - , smirk still intact. "You made that sound way worse then it was."

Just grinning back, you tuck your arm under your head first then prop yourself up to look around the room- and realise- the other beds are all empty. "Hey? Hey- Everyone's gone?... "

"Oh... yeah." That lacking response has you looking at him again, as he snuggles more into his tail/hand and recloses his eyes. "They're checkin' the place out. We might shake it down sometime."

"... And you didn't feel the need to wake me up?" You roll your eyes, pushing yourself further up out of his grip. "I wanna see this place! Its huge!- "

"... Huh. Didn't think about that."

You throw him a perturbed look, at that snarky response; Nose scrunched up and lips pursed. He senses it, of course, but just grins like the asshole he is. The very cute, asshole- but still.

As you're moving to hop out of bed and find the others, Snake restricts around you more and you have to look over your shoulder at him, raising your brows. "You gonna let go?"

"Nnope." The cheeky look on his face is evil.

"Come on."

"Five more minutes... "

Yeesh.

Sighing, quarter way disappointed but mostly happy to give in to rare alone-time with your husband (Seeing as you live with 4 other bad guys and they're inseparable), you snuggle back into bed and the covers and him, his grip loosening once again but keeping you close. After a few moments of companionable, snoozey silence, with him dozing with the occasional quiet snore and you just laying there, raising you arm into the bars of light flying through the air above you; You glance at him again, letting you arm fall down to your side again. Giving a giggle, you gently pull his purple hood (And the golden horn attached) down behind his head. Every word that leaves you lips is gentle, despite the teasing tone you take. "Cant take you seriously like that... Never took you for the unicorn type, Snake."

"Mm, real men like unicorns." He responds clearly, peaking at you to see your amused grin.

But still, you nod- "Of course." After another moment, the look in your eye changes. You start quietly, the beating of your heart beginning to quicken up inside your chest. "You know, Danger... " Danger = your nickname for him. Short for 'Danger Noodle'- he like it as long as you don't say the 'Noodle' part, so you keep it out most of the time... even though his annoyance is hilarious. "... The kids are out... "

His eyes open all the way at that, a mischievous- and excited, look on his face. "Oh yeah?"

Giggling, you wrap your arms around him; Letting him pull you in impossibly close. "I might even let you get to second base!"

"Oh, now wouldn't that be something to tell the guys?"

[littlenymphie]

mcu rewatch sleepover

movie. iron man (2008)

request. send me a 🍿 with any mcu character and i’ll write you a drabble based on my favorite scene. 

pairing. mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings. none. just a sneaky bucky barnes.

credits. @firefly-graphics for the divider

author’s note. @tumblin-theworldaway thank you for the ask! i’m so sorry that i accidentally deleted it but i managed to screenshot it from my desktop. anyways, enjoy!!!

he stands at the bar, overlooking the crowd of guests that litter his party until his eyes land on a delicate backless dress.

you’re talking with some coworkers. your lips part in a wide smile, letting out some laughs here and there. it’s all an act. he can tell how much they bore you. how your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. how your laughs sound hollow.

he smirks as he makes his way towards you.

cold metal presses against the small of your exposed back, pulling you out of the conversation with a small yelp.

“mind if i steal her away, ladies?”

a string of polite no’s and of course not’s fall from many posh painted lips. to avoid the looks of jealousy and speculation, you turn and meet your boss. his look is one of malicious tease.

before you could even say anything, he’s already pulled you to the middle of the dance floor. you can’t help but shiver at the cold metal palm that grabs your hip. his fingers dig possessively onto your skin and the silk of your dress does nothing to protect you from the rest of his chilled hand.

“mr. barnes,” you say, “we really shouldn’t—“

“oh?” he interrupts, twirling you into an embrace of a dance, your body pressed fully against his. “and why is that?”

“everyone’s looking.”

you can feel the stares that burn your skin, but you can only return his. the intensity uneases you, especially with this proximity. but, you can’t ignore the allure of his ice blue eyes that seem to lay your claim with a simple gaze.

“so, what?” he starts to sway the both of you at the beat of the song. it’s soothing. until his metal hands snakes a bit lower. you gasp at his squeeze of your bum.

“james!” you swat his hand away.

he laughs, “come on, you know you like that.”

“i—“, you sigh, “it’s just that…they’ll know.” you rest your cheek against his chest, giving in.

“let them know,” he shrugs, looking around again, “let them know you’re mine to take. mine to please. mine to protect. mine to love.” his voice drops to a whisper. “let them know you’re mine.”

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

[anxious2dsimp]

Hi! I wanna request a drabble of Mattsun having a crush on the Seijoh VBC manager so he teases her about Oikawa bc he's insecure. Then he gets mixed signals because y/n gets blushy when he teases her so he thinks she likes the captain when in reality its because she likes him back! He confesses by the end bc I need a happy ending rn :') Oh, and female, she/her reader please :D

Omg hi anon, this is such a cute idea!! Thank you for the request, I kinda got carried away but I hope you like it regardless <33

Missed Signals | Matsukawa x F!Reader | Drabble

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Flavor: Fluff ☁️

Reader: Female (she/her)

Format: Drabble!

Word Count: 975 words

Warnings: Mattsun says sh!t once, so... cursing?

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Mattsun just blinked, mouth slightly ajar as he processed what Hanamaki had just said; "well maybe the reason (Y/N) gets flustered isn't because of who she is being teased about but rather who is teasing her." The strawberry blonde boy sat by him on one of the benches outside the school, a knowing grin reflecting his pride in giving such great advice. Did he know something he didn't about (Y/N)'s feelings? Could he be implying what Mattsun so desperately wanted to believe? "I gotta catch up to her," the dark-haired middle blocker blurted out in a hurry as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder and begun racing in the direction of your house, picking up the pace before he got too behind considering you had left 10 minutes earlier. His heart hammering in his chest and breaths shallow, he thought back to the countless conversations where he'd teased you about the popular, pretty, captain of the team, Oikawa, suddenly seeing the interactions in a different light:

"What are we staring at?" Mattsun said from behind you, startling you when his hand rested on one of your shoulders as his face appeared right beside yours over the other one. You two were good friends, so the proximity wasn't anything new, but your feelings had been making it nearly impossible to be as casual as you were with the other third years. "Geez Mattsun, a warning!" you said as you spun around to face him and put some distance between you, praying the heat rising to your face wasn't visible as a smile spread across your face. "For what, my stunningly handsome looks?" He joked and tilted his head, making you scoff in an attempt to hide that's the way you truly felt. "Seriously, your little crush is showing and it's adorable," he cooed solely to annoy you, a teasing glint in his eye as he leaned down to your eye level. "How many times do I have to tell you? I do NOT have a crush on Toru," you said, narrowing your eyes at the boy, a familiar ache in your chest resurfacing as you thought his common suggestion only meant you were deep in the friendzone. "Says the girl who hasn't been able to pry her eyes off of Mr. Perfect in the last ten minutes and is red as a tomato when called out," he argued. "First of all, he asked me to keep stats of his serves so that's why I've been watching," you explained as you showed him your clipboard with notes on the captain's accuracy before continuing, "and second, you just caught me off guard, that's all!"

Little did he know that you had gladly accepted Oikawa's request because it forced you to stop stealing glances at Mattsun before you got caught. And while he was oblivious of that, you had no idea the reason he kept pestering you about Oikawa is that he wanted a sign that you could like him instead, hence why he noticed you staring at the captain in the first place. 

Until today, you had both been oblivious about each other's missed signals, but Matsukawa was going to end that right now.

"(Y/N)!!"

Your name yelled by a familiar voice made you stop and turn around to spot Matsukawa running your way. He slowed down to a jog as he approached you, swallowing thickly as his chest heaved up and down, uniform disheveled from running, and eyes filled with an indecipherable emotion that was new to you. "Issei, is everything ok?" There was concern in your voice as you stepped closer to him, placing your hand securely on his shoulder. "No," he immediately replied, you could tell he was trying his best to control his breathing. "Well, what's wrong?" you said with a slight, nervous smile; it probably wasn't the time to be smiling, but it was hard not to whenever you saw him. He took a deep breath, taking your hand from his shoulder and intertwining it with his large one in front of you. "I'm sorry I've been such a little shit about Oikawa, I should've dropped it when you told me to," he said seriously, catching you off guard. "It's ok, I don't take it to heart," you comforted him, trying to ignore your loud heartbeat; was that all? He squeezed your hand and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry because it was deceiving of how I really felt, when all along the one thing I just couldn't bring myself to say is," he stopped, closing his eyes as if he braced for impact and taking in a deep breath, "(Y/N), I like you." You stood there, frozen in shock as you processed the words that had just left Mattsun's lips. "I was just scared, ok? I guess you being close with all of us I thought you'd probably end up liking him so I teased you to try and reassure myself that I maybe had a shot. I'm an idiot."

At that moment, the adrenaline took over as you chuckled, tugging at his hand to bring him closer, causing him to stumble forward as you took the opportunity to crash your lips into his, your free hand coming up to cup his face. When he finally got over the initial shock you felt him smile into the kiss, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer. "Maybe you are, but fortunately I happen to like idiots," you teased, now equally out of breath as him, once you two finally broke apart for air. "So that means... Would you like to go on a date with me?" You simply nodded, smiling impossibly wide, as you stared up at Mattsun and the wobbly, genuine smile that adorned his face. Looks like you had missed some signals after all.

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