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The Dork And The Nerd

Hello there!

I didn't post anything with Leah since like for ever, so there it is!

Please enjoy :)

TW : None I think, or please let me know :)

Looking around the room, you readjust the camera one last time before starting your stream. It’s your job, even if some people are still saying that it isn’t a real job and stupid things like that.

You were winning your life easily with it, living your dream. You always loved playing video games, you started alone because it wasn’t what your little sisters were loving to do. When you discovered online games it was a life changing for you. You started streaming when you were 18 years old, which was seven years ago now. It was hard at first to be honest, being a woman in this man world.

But you find some friends in popular streamers who took you under their wings and help you to be where you are now.

You have several thousand people who follow you to each of your live, four night each week. You still have some shit to deal with, like harassers, but you took a manager who is the one reading your mail. He takes on him to choose your different partnership and sometimes answer to the people sending you strange things.

You are openly gay, but that doesn’t make stop some of men to send you disturbing pictures. Thanks god it’s your agent who see them, but you are aware of it. Just like your girlfriend, though.

You start your stream like usual, saying hello to your followers and talking a little bit about actuality or what you did today. You have a white kitten, who you called Purrito, who is almost as famous as you are. He keeps coming when you are playing, sometimes lying on your hand, or trying to catch the mouse of your computer. You already have a lot of bloopers because of him, but you can’t be mad with him.

Lately, your passion for video games seems to have catch the attention of your girlfriend. She always was looking at you when you are streaming, when she can. You usually do it during the evening so she’s back from training or games.

When Leah asked you to learn to her how to play video games, at first you thought she was messing with you. But she was really serious and ask you one more time. And who are you to refuse something to your girlfriend?

At first it was just to have fun, but you soon have an idea, and you used your best puppy eyes to get your girlfriend agreed with it. You wanted to make her play with you, but without her showing her face in your screen.

You never talked about Leah being your girlfriend, even if you are together for two years now. The public know that you are in a relationship, you sometimes mention your girlfriend live. They just don’t know who she is.

You met Leah at a ceremony and Katie who is a fan of your job took Leah when she went to met you. You were happy to met Katie, but you find yourself thunderstruck by Leah. You don’t remember if you were really coherent that night, but Leah followed you back almost immediately when you did it on Instagram.

You waited the next Arsenal games to sent her a message, congratulating her for her performance. You even take a picture of you in the stand with your father (who really was surprised when you ask him to go with you to a women football game). Leah answered you that next time you come you have to tell her, so she could give you a better seat.

You didn’t know if she was serious or not, but she then asked you the next game in London if you are coming and she find you a seat in the friends and family area. After the game she offers you to go for a drink. You then had other dates, and the rest is history.

You got together one month before she did her ACL and even if it was a hard time, you both get stronger. You let Lia Wälti take the lead in Leah’s recovery, but you were always around to help too. When Lia return to her home, you were the one staying with Leah at night. And you kept taking her in her rehab and cooking for her.

The day Leah started to run again, you were at the training to watch her. This is the day where she officially asked you to move in with her now that she could do things alone again. Unless cooking maybe, but that’s another question.

You accepted of course and the blonde happily transformed one of her guest room in your studio of stream.

It’s where you are now, Leah peacefully setting on your living room, ready to go live with you.

“Oh, it looks like our guest is here” you smile when you see that Leah is connected too. “Hi Baby!”

You only said to your viewers that it was your girlfriend, without saying anything else. You are aware that maybe someone will recognize Leah’s voice, but it would be fun anyway.

“Hi Love” she answers.

You make a reminder of the game you were going to play, for her first live Leah chose a car games, Trackmania. It wasn’t your favorite game, but you were so happy that she said yes to you that you would have accept a Tetris game.

“How are you?” you ask her, while making the game ready.

“I’m fine. Happy to play with you tonight.”

“I am happy too” you smile before looking at the camera. “Let’s have her a good evening guys so she will accept to do it more often yeah?”

You hear Leah chuckle, and you can’t help but smile. You already are seeing comments saying that you look whipped, what makes you roll your eyes. It seems to you that Leah’s voice is a little different from what it is in reality, but maybe your mind is playing trick.

You play several runs with Leah, before switching to another game after talking with your chat who recommend to you to make Leah try an adventure RPG. When you look at the clock again, it’s past midnight.

“Oh wow I didn’t realize that it was already so late” you exclaimed yourself. “We are going to stop here guys, I’m sorry. Maybe next time we will try Minecraft or something else, I’ll let you know. I hope you had as fun as I had Babe.”

“It was really fun. Thank you for inviting me.”

You can hear Leah smile and you can’t wait to go to the living room for a cuddle and kiss session. When you played together until know, you were able to show each other or tease the other with kisses.

“You will be invited for more times” you smirk.

Leah left and you take the time to thanks your viewers a little more longer before logging off. You stretch, finishing your bottle of water before going to find Leah. You run on the stairs and Leah already knew you were coming before you jump on the couch next to her.

She laughs when you attack her with kisses all over her face, finishing on her lips.

“Did you really have fun?” you ask, looking at her with attention.

She nods, playing with your hair. She’s smiling and every time you look at her, you wonder how in the world you get so lucky. She’s perfect.

“I did” she smiles at you. “I’m not saying that I want to do that all the night every night, but it was great.”

“Mh I maybe have another idea for us to have fun all night” you smirk.

The tone of your voice is very obvious and if Leah had one doubt, she just has to look the way you are looking at her. Your fingers run on her tight and you kiss her one more time, before sucking slightly at her neck.

Leah gulp and just hums, tilting her head on the side for you to have a better access. You know what you are doing, after more than two years, you know Leah’s body and reactions like the back of your hand.

“Let’s go to bed” Leah decides several seconds after, taking your hand before dragging you in your bedroom on the first floor.

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“It was a great session.”

You smile at Leah who came to your studio after you played together again. You were still sitting when she entered the room, and she passed her hand around your shoulder from behind to kiss your cheek.

“It was” you smile before turning your chair to face Leah.

She sits on your lap, and you pass your arms around her. It wasn’t the second time that you are playing together while you are streaming, today you chose Fifa and it was very fun. You made the pact not to play with Arsenal or England, but it was still very funny. Leah is a very bad looser, so you play several games in the same team too.

“People are starting to have some suspicion though” Leah says.

She was right, you saw on social media some things about your girlfriend being Leah. But it wasn’t the only name coming.

“Yeah, they said I will make a great couple with some of your teammates too” you shrug, before counting on your fingers “They are talking about Sabrina, Alessia, Kyra and Lia.”

Leah frown, not really liking the picture who comes in her mind.

“Nah. You’re mine.” she answers possessively.

“Do you want to tell people?”

Leah looks at you, thinking for several seconds before answering. This is lasting for some weeks now and you know that you can’t stay hidden forever. You attract the attention of the world by playing together.

“Not now. It’s fun like this, don’t you think?”

“It is” you confirm with a smile.

Leah has the habit to be coupled with every teammate and you are sometimes shipped with other streamers. You like to stream with other of them, certain being your friends too. There is nothing much, but that doesn’t stop people to imagine that you are dating one of them.

But you have to admit too that your stream with Leah attracts more people than usual, and you are a little scared that people will assume that you’re using your girlfriend for the views.

Your face being very close to Leah, she seems to realize very quickly that something is on your mind.

“What’s the matter?” she asks.

“Nothing” you say at first, before sighing. “Well, I mean… I already have some viewers saying that I’m using my girlfriend to gain more viewers, so I was wondering how they would react when they realize it’s you.”

You shrug to show her that it’s not really important, you don’t want to think you are worried about something so little.

“If someone say that you know what my answer will be?” Leah asks with a serious face.

“No” you mumble.

“I will tell them that we are together for two years, that you have been the best girlfriend in the world since. I will tell them how affectionate, caring, sweet, funny, clever and passionate you are.”

You can’t help but smile and feel your cheek being a little red at that statement. Leah smirks and kisses your cheek.

“And I’ll add that if you use me, it’s only in the bedroom and the way you do is actually very talented and also very private.”

You laugh this time, hitting her on the arm. Leah seems very happy about her joke, her eyes shinning with malice. She’s so beautiful. You bite her jaw before whispering.

“You’re such a dork.”

“The Nerd and the Dork, it would be a great book title” she smirks.

“You’re not totally wrong.”

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“You’re cheating!”

You can’t help but laugh at Leah. You are playing once again against your girlfriend, during a live. You are playing at Mario Kart and you just won the race for the third time in a row. She’s fuming and even if you can’t see her, the noise coming from downstairs are letting you know that she’s actually kicking the ground right now.

“I’m not, Baby I swear. You can’t cheat in this game.”

“Yes, you are!”

You roll your eyes, not answering anything. You are of course very aware about of much your girlfriend hates to lose. You are at the first place while Leah is third, which is really good for someone who isn’t playing video games daily like you. But not for the great Leah Williamson.

“Someone in the comment is saying that I will sleep on the couch. I won’t Babe, right?”

“I’m not sure about it for now” Leah grumbles. “Or maybe I’ll go sleep to the trai…”

You cough suddenly and Leah stops talking, realizing what she was just about to say. You really hope that no one would understand what she was going to say. Or at least another end of sentence, not “training ground”.

“Alright, next game” you say right after.

“I’m gonna crush you.”

She doesn’t and when you join her in the kitchen after, she seems really embarrassed. You ignore the different messages asking what Leah wanted to say and the answer some of them gave. You saw that some people where right and you know that the research will start again.

“I’m so sorry” she says, coming for you while you’re entering the room. “I was fuming because I was losing, and I forgot for some seconds that it wasn’t only you and me.”

You smile, easily passing your arms around her to give her a hug. She cuddles against you when you kiss her temple.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. Plus, you are the most famous between the both of us, you will be the most annoyed by all that.”

“Why would I be annoyed?”

Leah back up her head a little bit, just to be able to have a better look at your face. You arch an eyebrow before answering.

“Because you always told me you want privacy.”

It was in the early hours of your relationship, and you never said anything against it. You understood Leah’s needs, at this time you weren’t as famous as you are right now. She wanted to be known for her skills, her job in football or her implications in different charities. And the point was very easy for you to be understood. Your friends are families know obviously about you two, it would be strange and difficult to hide a relationship when you live together. Plus because of her answer last time you talked about it, you were really sure that it was what she want.

“I told you that at first, but now I wouldn’t mind if people start to know about us.”

She shrugs like it’s nothing, but your mind just blown. You were used to the idea of people stay in the ignorance about your relationship and the love you have for this woman. As long as you have her, why would you complain?

“Do you… Really?” you frown.

“Yeah, I mean if you don’t want to be out…”

“No, I do. I just thought that you would like to stay private for like forever?”

“I love you. I want the world to know how happy you make me. But in several weeks. I want to play with your fans a little more.”

“Sounds good to me” you smirk. “And I love you too.”

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For the next weeks, you chose one day of the week to play and stream with Leah. Between those days, you were careful to post some things on social media, giving little clues to your followers about the identity of your girlfriend. You never posted something with Leah or even with a part of her hand or hair. It was more subtle than that.

Until one day, where you were peacefully streaming while Leah went out with her friends. You usually go with her, but today it was more an unexpected drink, so you already have something planned on your channel. You have an entire trust in Leah, and you know that nothing would ever happen with anyone. If you go with her almost every time, it’s only to have a great time with her.

Plus, tonight she’s out with Katie, Caitlin, Steph, her boyfriend, and Kyra, so there are really no risks.

You usually wait for Leah to text you that she was coming home to cut your stream, so you have the time to finish what you are doing and say goodbye to your viewers. Tonight though, either you didn’t see her message, or she forgot to send it to you.

Still, there is suddenly a stunning blonde who enters your studio, showing herself in the camera at the same time. You are so surprised that you only can look at her on the screen of your camera.

“Hello Hot stuff! You won’t believe what I just learned about Kyra! Did you k- … Oh shit.”

That’s the moment she realizes. It was almost comical to be honest, the enthusiastic tone with which she began her sentence, the moment of silence and the last words spoken in a low voice.

You only have like two seconds to decide if you want to cut the stream and never talk about it again, or if it’s time to be honest with everyone. You chose a third way and turn to the camera.

“Well it’s time for me to say goodbye. See you tomorrow at eight. Thanks for being here!”

You wave and cut the stream and the camera before turning in Leah’s direction. She seems amused but she has at the same time the same look on the face of a teenager caught doing something wrong.

“Funny way to outing things, this clip will be viral” you comment with a small smile.

“I’m sorry?”

Leah can’t hide her smile and you can’t either. You can be mad at her for something like that. You let Leah comes to sit on your lap, kissing her softly when she’s settled. She taste like tequila.

“How was your night?”

“Great. But I missed you.”

She hides her face in your neck, and you feel the goosebumps forming when her breath stroke your skin.

“Did you have fun?”

She hums, start to kiss your neck and you know that the discussion you were supposed to have right now is delayed for now. You will have a lot of time to talk about it later. Your phones are way too busy receiving tons notifications to be able to do anything with it right now anyway.

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illicit affairs - part three | r.c

summary:

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

OR; You and Rafe move in unfamiliar territory

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+ MDNI! p in v, oral sex (female receiving)

word count: 2,4k

author's note: uhm.... this is basically just porn. yeah. also can't believe that the first time i post rafe smut is part of this series lmaoooo. happy reading, i hope you love it <3

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pt. three: "a dwindling mercurial high"

Pulling away for a second, Rafe tugged his shirt off, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, before his hands were already back on you, helping you out of your top and letting it drop on the floor. Even though you just lost an item of clothing, you still felt so hot, and it didn’t help that Rafe’s eyes immediately zeroed in on your chest. But before either of you could get carried too far away, you stopped, heaving breaths.

“Wait.”

“What?” Rafe asked, fingers playing with the straps of your bra, eager to take it off.

“We’re not having sex on the couch.”

He sat back, as if just realizing you were still in the living room. “Right, shit. Sorry.”

Before you could ask what he was sorry for, he looped his arm around your waist, easily picking you up and if you weren’t already wet, your panties would be drenched by now. Your legs hooked around his side, as if you had done it a million times before, clinging to him as he carried you upstairs into his bedroom. Without much ado, he tossed you on the bed, and you yelped, glaring at him.

“Is this how you treat all the girls?”

Rafe grinned at you, kneeing on the bed and tugging your shorts and panties down in one go, thumb stroking your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” he promised, and before you could say anything, his face was already between your legs, tongue delving between your folds.

“Fuuuuck.”

Your hands dove into his hair, nails scratching over his scalp as he ate you out, the pad of his thumb pressing onto your bundle of nerves like there was no tomorrow. God, you really missed this, missed some good oral sex, because for some reason, your exes either refused to go down on you or were terrible at it. But Rafe? Rafe was excellent. And you weren’t surprised.

Lips parted, to let out small, breathy moans, which turned into a groan when Rafe slowly pushed a finger into you.

“Shit, give a girl a warning,” you gasped out, your hips arching from the bed, but Rafe pushed it back down easily with one hand, grinning up at you.

“I did. Told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asked, lazily pumping his finger in and out and if you weren’t rolling your eyes out of pleasure, you’d be rolling them out of annoyance. Beads of sweat were rolling down your temple as Rafe added a second finger, your toes curling as he added a third. It didn’t take long for you to feel the warm, familiar sensation of an orgasm building in your stomach and let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to look at you, eyebrow raised.

“I’m so close Rafe,” you whined, voice breathless.

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me?”

“Just shut up and put your mouth to better use!” You huffed, pushing his head down towards your cunt. You could feel him chuckling against your skin, but he obeyed your orders anyways. He brought his mouth down, sucking on your clit, his fingers never stopped moving. You let out a gasp, feelings the knot uncoiling, so close.

“Yes, so close,” you moaned, hands dropping on the mattress, fingers curling around the bedsheets, your hips arching off the bed when your orgasm finally washed over you, Rafe’s name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Fuck that was hot,” he muttered, licking his fingers clean like he just finished the meal of his life. You let your head fall back on the pillow, letting out a breath, your eyes fluttering close.

“Did I wear you out already?” Rafe asked, leaning up to place a rather soft kiss on your lips. You huffed, kissing him back before pulling away, peeking an eye open at him.

“Don’t ruin it by opening your mouth.”

The corner of Rafe’s mouth quirked up, and he pushed your sweaty hair out of your face. “Are you always this mean to guys you have sex with?” The way he looked at you made your cheeks heat up, despite the fact that he was just between your legs.

“No. Just you.”

Rafe opted against replying, only grinning, leaning up to reach behind your back to finally unclasp your bra, which you glad let fall off your shoulders. He didn’t waste any time to put his mouth on one of your tits, his hand on the other, kneading it gently, his fingers rolling your nipple, while his tongue laved around the other, until it turned into a stiff peak.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to show me your tits,” he said, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your chest. You let out a breathy moan, giving him a look.

“Why the fuck would I have shown you my tits?”

“Why not?”

You pushed him on the forehead gently, so he’d fall back on his back, a crease forming on his forehead, and you could tell he was not done playing with your tits, but this was your turn. Now it was you who was getting between his legs, pulling his shorts down, hand immediately palming his erection through his boxers. “Can I blow you?”

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, not quite sure what to expect. Your jaw did drop when you saw his cock sprang free, bouncing off his abdomen.

“Shit.”

You didn’t have to look at Rafe to know he had a shit eating grin on his face, he was your best friend after all. You knew him like the backside of your hand.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In the top drawer, can’t miss it,” Rafe said and you leaned over the bed to open the drawer. “The XXL ones.”

“Oh my god, literally shut up,” you groaned, fishing a red foiled packet out of the drawer, shutting it close again. Settling back between his legs, you were about to open the foil, when you noticed the look on his face.

“What?”

Rafe only shrugged, running a hand through his hair and you gave him a look.

“Rafe, what?”

“You’re gonna yell at me.”

You followed his eyesight to the condom, before you realized what he didn’t want to say. “You want to do it without a condom?”

He shrugged again.

“Rafe, you have sex with like ten girls a week.”

“Are you slut shaming me right now, precious?” Rafe asked with a snort. “I never fuck anyone without a condom and you know I get tested regularly. And I trust you. You’re on the pill, right?”

You shifted on your knees, contemplating his suggestion. You usually had sex without condoms becuase you liked it better that way, but you were afraid that one less layer between you and Rafe would change even more between the two of you. And yes, you realized how stupid it sounded.

Rafe interpreted your silence as turning his suggestion down, wrapping his hand around your thigh. “’s fine. Let’s use a condom.”

“No, I’m good. I was just thinking,” you assured him, tossing the packaged condom on the drawer. “I trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

You tried to ignore how concerned Rafe was looking and you nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Yes.”

“Shit okay,” Rafe groaned, bucking his lips a little. You gave his cock a few good pumps, anticipation building in you, before you crawled over him until you were hovering just over the tip. Rafe’s hands found their place on your waist and you felt him squeezing you as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, the both of you moaning out.

“Fuck.”

You gave yourself a second to adjust, mostly due to his sheer size, but also because you felt like you had to take a second. This was Rafe. Your best friend. For some reason, you thought this had to feel weird, but all you could think about was how right it felt.

“You good?” Rafe asked, his voice tight.

You exhaled, nodding, before started to move up and down on his cock, movement fluid from your slick and his precum, your hands leaning on his chest.

“Shit, precious.”

Your cheeks flamed, hearing the familiar nickname being used in such an unfamiliar setting with Rafe. Terrified that you were wearing your emotions on your face, you leaned further forward so he couldn’t see your face, while simultaneously giving yourself more space to move. Soon, the bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, coupled with both your and Rafe’s moans, as the two of you found your rhythm.

Rafe was right, the sex with him was amazing, because of the two of you just worked. He knew just the right moment to snap up his hips to hit the right spot as you rode him, knew how to guide your waist on his cock and when your hips started to stutter, Rafe didn’t hesitate to flip you over, laying you on your back.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” you protested breathlessly, hair fanning around his pillow. Rafe scoffed, lining up his cock, sliding in, before he pounded into you, holding into the headboard as it kept banging against the wall. Gasping, your eyes rolled back, as Rafe kept fucking into you, your eyes fluttering open when you noticed him getting closer to you, his breath hot on your face as he panted.

“You were saying?”

“Shut up,” you moaned, pulling him down to kiss him, bringing his body closer, his movements never stopping. Slowly, you could feel another orgasm build up, your toes curling. It must have shown on your face, because Rafe pinched your nipple, his cock driving in and out of you.

“You close?”

Nodding, you let out a soft moan, arching your back a little, yearning for your orgasm, even though you had just cum not that long ago,

“M’too,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. He reached down, applying pressure in circular motions against your bud with his finger, keeping fucking into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined, nails digging into his shoulders, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Rafe!”

“Can I?” he breathed out, his face contorting, and you only nodded, muttering a soft yes, before he finished inside of you, and when you felt his warm come spurt into, you reached your peak, your breath stuttering out as you came, body arching off of the mattress, before you slumped back down, exhausted. Carefully, Rafe pulled out, flopping down on the bed next to you, catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face, glancing over to you. “Wait, let me grab a towel.”

You didn’t even have any energy to protest as Rafe got up to pad to the bathroom. Your eyes were shut as you recovered from your orgasm, before realization suddenly hit you.

You just had sex with Rafe.

Your best friend, Rafe.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing your hands all over your face. It wasn’t like you regretted it per se, you just wasn’t sure if this was the smartest move to do.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to return, having put on some boxers somewhere on the way to the bathroom. He knelt down on the bed, careful to wipe the cum off of you, and you winced when he brushed over your still sensitive cunt.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing,” he said, pressing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. And he wasn’t lying. His hands were gentle as they moved over your lower body, applying soft pressure with the wet cloth where it was needed to clean you off.

“Who knew you were so gentle with your sex partners,” you teased, leaning on your elbows to watch him. Rafe’s cheeks tinged pink and he tossed the dirty towel into the hamper after he was done.

“Shut up.”

He reached over to the side to hand you his shirt, and you pulled it over your head, glancing around, eyes squinted.

“Where did you toss my panties?”

“Uh…” Rafe looked around, before pausing, picking up your panties from the floor at the end of the bed. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you snorted, putting your panties back on, before you got off the bed. Rafe watched with careful eyes, scratching his head.

“You’re seriously not still going home, are you precious?”

“Rafe,” you sighed, giving him a look. “I need to pee.”

“Right, sorry.”

You shook your head in amusement, before making your way to the bathroom, the nickname ringing in your head. As you did your business on the toilet - since you did not want to end up with an UTI - you wondered if you could get Rafe to stop calling you precious during sex. It just felt weird, like a permanent reminder that you were still just his best friend.

With the difference that you were having sex now, that is.

Flushing the toilet, you went to the sink, washing your hands and frowned at your reflection in the mirror, before calling out his name.

“Hey, can you maybe not call me precious while we’re fucking?”

He didn’t say anything and you weren’t sure if he fell asleep, so you tiptoed into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway when you saw him look at you with an odd look on his face, halfway tucked into bed.

“Why?”

You shrugged with your shoulders, feeling like he was staring you down, so you crawled under the blankets on the left side of the bed.

This? This felt like familiar territory. You had spent countless nights sleeping in the same bed as Rafe. But everything before that? Terribly unfamiliar.

“I don’t know, it’s weird.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure precious,” he said, leaning over to the nightstand to shut the light off, basking you in darkness.

“Whatever you want.”

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author's note: thoughts?

[dollypopup]

I've been seeing so many bad faith takes from people who just. . .don't understand these characters or their love story, so here I am, taking them 1 by 1 lol

Let's start with potentially the lowest bar for Penelope

"I was rooting for Debling for Penelope!" aka: I didn't want Colin and Penelope to have their love story

Most of the justifications of this perspective come from the idea that an absent husband who leaves you lots of money and space for your hobbies is an ideal prospect. And you know what? You're right! For MOST women of the ton, this is an incredibly appealing proposition! That's why Cressida finds it so enticing. She wants what he can offer, a life away from her family (this is something she and Penelope have in common), a comfortable life in which she is alright with a lack of affection. I would argue most women on the marriage market during this time would agree. Marriage is a business transaction more than a fairy tale for them, for most women of this time, of the ton.

But Penelope is not most women of the ton. This perspective comes from a fundamental misunderstanding of her character. Her seeing marriage as a business transaction is her giving up on her dreams of being loved. People just assume that Penelope's greatest desire in life is to write Lady Whistledown, when this is absolutely not true. I even saw someone say that 'Penelope found her purpose'. But we know this is false

Because she says it herself. In Season 2, right after Colin talks to Marina and she calls him a boy caught up in his fantasies, the conversation is contrasted with Penelope, who tells him it's important to have dreams and fantasies, to be fanciful. And this *connects them*. It is the first truly open conversation we see between the two of them, and when he asks if she's found her purpose, she explicitly informs us what it is: Something that encourages her to be brave, and witty. Something that takes her far away from the watchful eyes of her Mama. Something that fulfills her.

Lady Whistledown is not any of those things. Lady Whistledown, sure, encourages her to be witty, but also encourages her to be cruel, to make painful decisions. Lady Whistledown does not encourage her to be brave, in fact, it only exists through her hiding and secrecy. And it keeps her beneath her Mama's thumb, as she is literally tied to the ton and it's going ons by writing it. No, Lady Whistledown is not her purpose. Writing is her passion, and I do argue that writing is ONE part of her purpose, absolutely!

But. . .what else?

Well. . . .love. Love and connection. *Love* is what inspires Penelope to be brave, Love and comfort with Colin encourages her wittiness, and Love is what will provide her an avenue for leaving her mum. Love is Penelope's greatest dream and desire. And I am NOT just talking romantic love here, but love of all sorts. Philautia (self love), Pragma (love of duty), Ludus (playful love), Agape (universal love), Storge (familial love), Philia (friendship), and, of course, Eros (romantic and sexual). Love with Eloise, Love in her family, Love and Respect in her community, and Love that is romantic and sexual in nature. Love with Colin.

But what Debling offers her is only one of those. He can only offer her a love of duty, respect in her community with a title, a pragmatic marriage with no passion, one in which she is expected to wait for him with fidelity as he lives his own passions, and she occupies herself with her own interests (so long as, very importantly, those interests do not make a fool of him, since he did, after all, dump her when he assumed she'd cheat on him when he was away) (cue me: 'is this your king????'-ing @ you all). I am flabbergasted that people would think Penelope would find happiness being alone and writing Whistledown as a married woman. . .when she did not find happiness being alone and writing Whistledown as a single woman. All that would change is her title, and that's not enough. She deserves better. She deserves more. She wants more.

When she asks him 'Could you ever love me?' he responds with several long excuses that amount to: No. No, he could never love her. He is too tied to his work, he does not know her. He has been talking to her for a week and had maybe what? 5 conversations with her about it? 1 of which was comparing her to a dead deer mounted on a wall (and I'll try not to read too much into the metaphor of Women shedding their names, a death of their old selves in their society, to become a literal trophy holed up in a rich man's house) and another was in which she insisted she. . .loved grass? Come on, people. Have a higher bar for this character you claim to like so much.

Another conversation they share is very telling, in which he asks about her hobbies. She informs she enjoys reading, and he finds it quaint, charming that she enjoys romances. But he does not find that in any way comparable to his own work. Debling respects Penelope as most men in his society respect women: as a pretty bauble with which to decorate his life. Not an equal. He is glad she has a quiet interest that will keep her where he feels she belongs: in his home, tending to his fortune and assets. He explicitly states he doesn't want a partner who shares his passions, who enjoys the outdoors, but simply an honest woman who will tend to his lair estate.

What Debling offers her is a life of pragmatism and expectancy, and in many ways, loneliness. Penelope would surely cultivate friendships in this time, but in accepting his offer, she even says she has 'come to terms' with what he can provide for her. Not that she is happy, not that it is what she *wants*, but that she has come to terms with it. That she will be content. She will fill her days with love stories she will never live, and write about the day to day of a ton that does not accept her. Maybe, just maybe, she can even have a family, and she, like her mother, like Marina, like other tragic women in her society, will find happiness in her children, and not in her own life.

But why should she? Penelope? Penelope wants love. Penelope wants acceptance and tenderness and passion, and that's why I am confident in saying that Penelope has not, in fact, given up on Colin. Not her love for him, at least. Her love for him has not faded, remains evergreen: we see it when she reads his journal, when she stands in the sun after their reconciliation and feels at peace for the first time in the season, when she laughs at his jokes, when she asks him to kiss her. She has given up on one thing only: her expectation of him fulfilling that love. And that's what makes it so heartbreaking that they're both pining for each other, thinking the other does not feel the same. Because Penelope knows (and she is RIGHT) that her and Colin have something special.

This is heart vs. head, and honestly, not even Penelope's head wants Debling.

The people who say they were hoping he and Penelope would end up together, y'all are Portia. Your expectations for Penelope are that she should be happy with money and a title and an absent partner. And then, the quiet part is 'She shouldn't be holding out for love'. She shouldn't be holding out for dreams.

But. . .why not? Colin is in every single way an amazing person for her. And he's proof that she should have held out, that waiting was worth it. That it had always been worth it.

Because it is *Colin* who is the gateway to all those forms of love.

Pragmatically, Colin has money a-plenty. He's in good standing in his society, he's rich, he's attractive, and he comes from a wonderful family. Furthermore, even from season ONE Daphne said that Colin can make an interaction interesting. He makes Penelope laugh, he's a good dancer, he's adventurous and loves to travel. And most importantly, he'd love to travel WITH her. Whilst Debling is attempting to narrow her world, Colin, in contrast, wants to open it to her.

Since her and Colin met as children, much of the start of their love story for him was first universal, and then familial in nature. When first her bonnet flew into his face and he fell, he had no reason to be kind about it, but he was. He has a kind nature. But then as they became acquainted, and she had a connection to Eloise, it morphed from his universal love and good will towards strangers, to that of a family friend. The comment that he sees her as one of his sisters was harsh, but it's also not BAD that this is a kernel of their love story. It bred familiarity with them, and lead into a genuine friendship. And my god, I could talk about their friendship for days.

Colin has been an amazing friend to Penelope. He checks in on her, he writers her letters, he asks how she's doing, he offers her his hand to lift her up, he refuses to let her speak badly of herself, he's protective of her, he finds her funny, he seeks her out because he values her perspective. Colin adores Penelope, and the last two seasons have proven it in so many ways. Even in his pursuit to help her find a husband, this is a selflessness he offers because he cares for her. His goal is not to curry favor with her, his goal is only to uplift her. He only wants to see her happy. He holds her in the highest esteem and sees her in such a beautiful light. And that leads into her self love, because what Colin said to Penelope in Season 2 Surely if Penelope can see me this way, surely I can as well-- that rings true for Penelope, as well. Colin loves her so dearly and sees her with such grace, that she is then inspired to bring that inwardly.

Debling is the death of her dreams, and Colin is her dream in fruition.

But it is also risky, and it is also, in some ways, foolish. He's not a sure choice for her, but he's the BEST choice. He represents passion and tenderness, he is the love story of all her books and fantasies. Because what Marina said to Colin, that he is caught up in his fantasies: Penelope is, too. That's what makes them such a good match. And so with him, she blooms. With him, she feels brave, and is witty, and will come out from her Mama's thumb and her expectations. And what's left after Pragma and Agape and Ludus and Storge and Philia?

Well. . .. It's Psyche and Eros, isn't it?

So, at the end of it, at the 11th hour, when Colin comes to her and he is honest, and he is vulnerable, and he doesn't know she feels this love for him and has for so long, and he spills open for her, Penelope knows she doesn't have to simply be content.

She knows she can be happy. Fuck your low expectations, she *can* and *should* have a love story.

And the one she lives with Colin is such damn good one.

[tojisun]

“To be loved is to be changed” quote haunts me

But it’s so Simon coded I might actually die 🥲

god tomieeee u are so correct :((

i usually imagine it as retired!simon because thinking about him rotund with all the (new and old) love that he’s receiving makes me unwell. happy tears and everything

retired!simon whose silence is rippling still even now but it’s a whole lot different from before; how it’s not packed with looming threats and murky responsibilities, and instead smothered with tenderness and love. how his silence is well-received for what it just is—the quiet lapse of time, spent together.

but even if it’s not retired!simon, this quote is still so simon coded.

thinking about how he now looks forward to post-mission vacations because he’s got someone to come home to. and he is still gruff, rough around the edges, but he is so much warmer now; so beautiful in his normalcy.

he comes home and celebrates the peace, his body buckling in the comfort of your embrace. every corner of your house smells like cinnamon and honey, and simon basks in it, submerging himself in the warmth that comes with being you.

“havin’ fun?” you ask as you place a cup of tea in front of him, and simon just gives you this soft smile, his eyes crinkling in his unabashed delight.

“yeah,” he replies and that’s just that.

he is… more honest. not with a bleeding heart, he doesn’t think he could be, really, but he’s more open now. more vocal.

he’s began to rely on you. it’s an honest feat, given how leashed his desires were at the start of your relationship—so guarded that you felt like there was beyond walls between you two.

it makes your lips tremble, seeing how much more of him you see now.

you never really knew the specifics of his profession, with how tight-lipped he became when you used to ask, but you knew there was a lurking danger in what he does. it’s always there in the back of your mind, so you understood why he was guarded. you knew why he was unable to trust anyone that had not bled with him.

so this—simon crumbling in your arms and letting you see him at his most vulnerable—makes you tremble. the weight of his trust, of this change, has you pulling him closer. has you shielding him from anything and everything.

(look at you, he thinks as he pushes your hair away from your face, watching you as you sleep. how can i not love you?)

-

thinking about simon as himself. he has been changed, really, by the love of his squad because they do love him. they cherish each other beyond words and descriptions; they exist for each other in ways that just is.

thinking about simon who comes back to them after his vacation. he is more tan now, and happier somehow. his eyes are no longer as haunted, as guarded, and god, the squad wants nothing more but this boundless happiness for him, and for each other.

(“they’re good people,” you had told him after his quiet anecdotes.

and simon, even after knowing what his squad could do and how far they could go, agreed.)

“they’re a good person?” price asked him when simon showed them your picture.

his little smile was all they need to know that yes, you are.

[hitomisuzuya]

Aventurine brainrot. Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Specific smutty appreciation for Aventurine's fingers. Fingersucking. Cunnilingus. Kissing. Marking. Fingering. Bondage (handcuffs). Collar.

This is comfort filth. I haven't been having a good day, and I have spent the majority of it crying.

Aventurine loves to watch you suck on his fingers. He has beautiful fingers. He knows this, knows how irresistible you find them. He'll watch you, his elbow propped up on the table with his chin resting in his free hand, pumping his gloved fingers in and out of your mouth.

His fingers will feel around and explore your mouth, his ever present smile unwavering. His eyes would glint with lust, and utter fascination as drool pooled from the corners of your mouth.

Aventurine's gloves are expensive. There weren't a lot of ways he could even justify ruining them. However, letting you suck on his fingers to your heart's content, your tongue lapping and your saliva soaking them was one of them. "Be a good girl, get them nice and wet for me. I can stretch you out properly that way."

You would muffle such happy, whiny moans on them. You would stroke his wrist in appreciation if he made you choke on them, complete with an adoring flush on your cheeks for him at the sudden dominance of the action, even prodding and curling your tongue around his rings.

The more intimate control you gave Aventurine, the drunker he got on it.

Your neck always looked breathtaking littered with his bruises and bite marks of passion. There was something that highlighted the beauty of those bruises more. The collar he got you, the aventurine stone in it said loud and clear who you belong to.

He loves hooking his fingers through it to guide your head, especially using it as a means to bring your mouth towards his for a kiss. Hearing the aventurine stone rattle in time with his thrusts proved how thoroughly and deeply he was fucking his cock into your clenching cunt.

Aventurine always, always enjoys indulging himself in the intimacy of deep, open mouthed kisses. One hand would be on the back of your head, holding your lips against his, teeth clicking against yours as his tongue devoured your mouth. He'll caress your cheek, or trace the shape of your jaw, deepening the kiss as he felt you melt into him. It seemed almost a shame to swallow your sweet moans, knowing you were dizzy from how his kisses stole your breath away.

It was always so easy for Aventurine to lose himself in the staggeringly intense pleasure of your tight, gummy walls squeezing around his sensitive cock. Not even gritting his teeth could abate his unabashed moans.

Another way he could justify ruining his gloves was fingering you with them on. The material provided extra sensation, pumping them to the knuckle in and out of you, deftly curling them accurately into your sweet spot.

Even better for him if he could watch them in a mirror, your back pressed against his chest. Your legs would shake as you struggled to hold them open like he commanded you to. If you looked away shyly when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, he would make you look at yourself. "Now now, sweetheart, that just won't do," He'd purr a playful chide in your ear, his fingers wandering up to play with your nipple, "I want you to see how beautiful you look cumming on my fingers."

Aventurine could get off on hearing the lewd noises his fingers made, feeling your body twitch and shake the closer you got to cumming.

The level of intimacy that came with kissing you after he ate you out never failed to send him reeling. It was erotic for him knowing that you were tasting yourself on his mouth, tasting how good his tongue made you feel.

It was addicting when you rocked your hips up to grind against his tongue, shaky moans steadily giving way to louder ones as he kitten licked and sucked on your throbbing clit. "That's my good girl. Use my tongue to get off like the slut you are."

Aventurine had a favorite pair of handcuffs to like to use to restrain you while he fucked you. It was so satisfying to hear them jingle as you squirmed while he fucked you from behind. His cock pulsed harder between your walls seeing how defenseless you looked. How delicate, and fragile your wrists looked locked in their confines.

It always gave him extra enjoyment to loop an extra chain through the middle of them to tie to the bed with only a little slack. You would barely be able to hold yourself up on your elbows, moaning and whimpering as you felt every pulse and rub as he angled the head of his cock into your sweet spot. You were completely at his mercy, a moaning mess as you creamed on his cock.

Your juices only oozed more around his cock with each thrust keening louder, more shameless moans from you. If you got too embarrassed from you loud you sound and tried to bury your face in his pillows, he would promptly turn your head. Aventurine needed to hear how good he was fucking you.

[clown-fc]

love of your life | mason mount

summary , where the very much mourned couple of the uk football/youtube scence reconnect

note , i am back from hiatus so dont be a dry reader or i’ll make the angstiest fic ever with no happy ending 🤭

yes, i’ll get stressed out if i can’t read you!

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[theblue6ook]

A Quiet Day

Summary: Bruce does not like celebrating his birthday. All of the pomp and circumstance was very “Bruce Wayne Bachelor,” but it wasn’t him. He wants quiet, he wants easy, he wants focus. So Y/N gives him that.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: I tried to add everyone who wanted to be on the tag list, but let me know if I missed you! [B (24) & Y/N (22)]

“Happy Birthday, Master Bruce,” he heard Alfred over the speaker system. 

Bruce couldn’t help but gaze at the digital clock built into his car console. Well, maybe a tank console? Lucious Fox said it was called the Tumbler, but the name just didn’t feel right to him. It was a birthday present he had told Bruce, and Bruce would call it what he liked... when he thought of a name. He was patrolling, as he does, except this time, he would take his new Waynetech Tank out for a spin. Nope, that name feels wrong too.

“Thank you, Alfred.” 

“Anything special planned this year, sir.”

“You know there’s not,” he chuckled.

“I wasn’t sure if you were getting bold with birthdays,” he could feel Alfred's grin, “considering what an extravagant time Ms. Y/N had.” 

“Just doing something nice for a friend, Alfred.”

Friend. That was nice to say. It’s easy to make friends when you’re a twenty-three - well, now a twenty-four-year-old billionaire. Bruce had never been low on friendships, but he had been low on real friendships. Of course, he had good friends. Rachel, Alfred, Lucius, and Jack Drake, to name a few, but that was all before The Bat. After he had left Gotham, he’d been through a lot. He’d been alone a lot. None of them would ever understand what he went through, who he was now. When he had trained, you’d be "assigned" friends. People you had to work with, save. He had met people who would and had died for him. How can you come back to trivial friendships after that?

And when you don’t water something, it dies. So, friendships slowly crumbled. Shriveled away. It wasn’t in a huge, dramatic way, but in a lost touch way. People didn’t want to deal with the Bruce Wayne he really was, a workaholic, stressed, easily annoyed, quick, and yet she didn’t care.

Y/N had come along, and he was used to the petty fights, people making up their minds, even leaving. They'd slowly given up on him. But she didn’t. They could fight all day long, and by the end, he’d be frustrated, grabbing his coat and announcing it was the end of the day for him. She’d look up at him and say, "See you tomorrow."

Once, he had questioned her about it, half joking and half not, “You’re not going to walk out and never come back?” 

She had looked at him strangely and scoffed, “Bruce, it’s fine if we argue and argue and move on. That’s friendship. That’s life.”

“That’s life?” he had asked sarcastically.

“Yeah. Now get over it and get out,” she had smirked at him.

So, they fight, and they move on, and they fight, and they move on, and Bruce doesn’t mind at all. At the end of the day, he knows he’ll see her the next, and then he does. It’s consistent, and god knows he could use some consistency. 

“A good friend gives back,” Alfred stated. “Maybe she’ll plan you a party.”

God, he hopes not.

-

Y/N had been conspiring. Bruce had made her birthday like nothing she had ever imagined, and even if her ex-finance had soiled the evening, she was grateful. So she wanted to do something special for him, except… he didn’t really seem like he wanted to do anything. Everyone in the office was talking about The Bruce Wayne’s birthday except for Bruce Wayne himself. 

Y/N knew she never typically saw his party side, aside from him hopping into the fountain at The Ocelot. The Bruce she knew was more reserved, quiet, and calculated. Plus, when it came to the topic of his birthday, it’s like he shut the complete conversation down. So, how do you plan something for the one person who wants nothing?

You don’t.

At least you don’t plan a party; you make the day itself special. Bruce hated meetings, so she moved them. He loved the bagel place she showed him down by Dorthie’s Flowers, so she scheduled a nice lunch. The last time she was in Dorthie’s, John had told her that violets were Bruce’s birth flower, so she put some in the office. Finally, for the last hour of their workday, she had a cake, nothing special, she had made it with Carrie last night, and a few birthday cards. 

She was nervous as hell. Giving something to the man who can afford everything is more nerve-wracking than she thought it would be. 

Bruce had arrived at his typical noon timeline. He stepped into the office with caution, just praying what had happened in the past years wouldn’t happen today. When he did occasionally come into the office years ago, past assistants and coworkers would plan some Bruce Wayne Birthday Happy Hour where everyone would get plastered, and he would sneak off annoyed. He knew Y/N knew him better than that. Or at least he hoped she did.

When he stepped into the office, there were no decorations, no music, and no surprises so far. He let out a breath. There was Y/N battling it out on the phone like she usually is. She waved at him and mouthed to him I can’t do phone calls anymore, rolling her eyes. He chuckled, stepping into his office.

Violets.

It wasn’t abnormal for Y/N to grab flowers for the office. She was dear friends with his florist, but violets made him think of his mother. Every birthday, his mother would go through the grueling tale of his birth just to tease him. 

“Thomas, you don’t get to laugh. You were no help!” she squealed. “Anyways, my dear Brucie. I was in the worst pain of my life bringing you into this world. All I wanted was my ice chips when our doctor started going on about birth flowers to distract me.”

“It annoyed her to no end-”

“Stop interrupting me, Thomas,” she had giggled, and Bruce had done the same. “Anyways, I was trying to bring you into this world, and he tells me, ‘ma’am it sounds like your son’s birth flower will be a violet. I never cared for violets.’ And I thought, what a terrible thing to say to a mother. So I kicked him out, and the nurse and I worked hard for you.” 

“She’s not joking, son.”

“But now, every birthday I just have to douse the house in violets for my sweet Brucie.”

 Bruce stepped closer, touching the edge of the petals with his fingertips. It had been a while since he’d been given any flowers... but violets, he was sure he had only gotten them from Mama.

There was a light cough behind him, and he turned to see a bashful Y/N. “So, no meetings today, but we have some paperwork to go through.”

“No meetings?” he questioned. That would be a first.

“Yeah, this donator work really should take priority,” she tried to act casually. “Oh, and I was going to run to Upper East Bagel later if you want to come.”

“We’re not getting delivery?”

“Well, it’s nice outside,” she started innocently. Bad lie, she thought. It’s February. It’s never nice. “I figured I’d walk, but if you want me to go by myself I can grab something for you.”

Bruce scoffed, “You’re not walking by yourself in Gotham.”

She grinned. Bait taken. 

For the few hours before lunch, they worked on paperwork. The donator paperwork did take up a chunk of time. There were so many details like which benefits he needed to attend, which non-profits were approved for the Wayne Charity donation program, etc. He was whipped, and even worse, he was hungry. Stepping toward the door, he leaned on the frame. Y/N was digging through one of her bags, and he cleared his throat.

“Bageles?”

She grinned, “I’m literally starving.”

Y/N was excited, not just for the bagel, but because as soon as they walked down to get their lunch, Alfred was going to come and help her set up Bruce’s office. Again, nothing crazy, a cake, cards, and maybe a balloon. It was nothing that should take long. She even had everything in a tote bag under her desk. 

The bagel line wasn’t long, and they didn’t have any issues other than a few people recognizing Bruce and wishing him a happy birthday. When they did, he’d look at her curiously. While Y/N had no reaction, Bruce was suspicious. So, she knows it’s my birthday, and she hasn’t said anything. Not that Bruce cared about things like that, but Y/N wasn’t the type to forget or be silent on the subject. She had only glanced at him innocently, batting her lashes, “Should we eat lunch in the park?

Bruce humored her, so they sat in Gotham Park and ate their lunch. While the bagel was great, it was fucking freezing outside. Y/N looked over at Bruce, pleasantly eating his bagel. It didn't look like the cold had bothered him at all. Despite not being cold, the whole ordeal had Bruce's mind moving. God, please no office parties when we get back. 

He was on edge stepping back into the office, waiting for some insane ordeal… but nothing. They took the elevator straight up to his office, and walked in by Y/N’s desk and… nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she forgot and didn’t want to say anything. Y/N walked casually over to her desk and set her purse down while Bruce put the code into his office door and stepped inside. There was a balloon attached to his desk chair, a cake that was clearly not from a bakery, and cards. 

He chuckled, looking through them. One from Rachel and Harvey Dent, one from Alfred, one from Lucious, one from Jack Drake (who he hadn’t spoken to in so long), and one from Y/N. Except it wasn’t just from Y/N; her brothers had signed it with little notes and doodles, and Carrie had signed a nice message as well. 

It was so simple, so homely, and wonderful.

“Happy Birthday,” Y/N appeared behind him with a couple of paper dessert plates.

He looked at her but said nothing. In the best way, he didn’t know what to say, and suddenly she became nervous.

“I know it’s not much, and you probably have friends planning something crazy, but,” she paused, unsure of herself, “it’s just… you didn’t really seem like you wanted a party.” 

Bruce chuckled quietly. “I don’t,” he said honestly. “I’ve had friends plan a few insane things over the years, and I’m grateful, but I never really felt like celebrating my birthday without-” He stopped, a little embarrassed. “I sound like a child.”

“You don’t,” she stepped over to him, bumping his shoulder with her own.

“Yeah, I do,” he mumbled.

“After my mother left, I tried to make birthdays special for my brothers, but my dad didn’t really celebrate, and neither did I,” she wasn’t sure why she was whispering. Maybe it was the close proximity between them, or maybe it was because she had never admitted what she was about to say aloud. “John, Carrie, even Russ, they all tried to make things special for me, but… I didn’t want to celebrate. I’d always leave early or fake a headache.”

“I didn’t know your mom left,” he replied back.

“I don’t really talk about it. It’s not like it’s a secret, but I don’t know. It feels so awkward to mention.”

“It’s awkward to mention your dead parents too,” he looked over at her, grinning. 

“At least you know they loved you,” she cringed like she regretted what she said. “Sorry, that was a lot.”

“I get it,” he said honestly.

“So, cake,” she quickly diverted the topic.

Bruce smiled. A real true smile, “Cake.”

@pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky @maxinehufflepuffprincess @pastelsweaters-and-bubble-t @mariadvorak @100520s @st0rmyt

[stargirlsmooch]

birthday gift

joel miller x fem!reader (no outbreak)

you couldn't let your husband's birthday go by without giving him a special present. smut w/ no plot. 18+! 1k words.

“Happy birthday, handsome,” you drawled, leaning up on an elbow and over your sleeping husband, “wake up so I can give you your present.”

You planted a kiss on his cheek, gliding your nails down his chest, and below the sheets slung over his waist as Joel began to stir. His eyes slipped open as you wrapped a hand around him, languidly fisting his cock, precum leaking over your fingers.

“Sugar?” His voice rasped against your neck. He slipped a hand around the back of your head, using your hair to drag your face up to his. “What you doin’?” 

You sped up your movements in response, fisting him tighter and faster, watching his head tip back and listening to the husky groans leaving him. You pressed more kisses to him; his neck, his chest, his cheeks, his lips. You licked over his bottom lip, revelling in the affect you had over him, the pleased fluttering of his eyelashes as he leaned up to capture your lips in another proper kiss.

“I’m giving my husband a birthday gift,” you whispered against his mouth, slipping your thumb over the head of his cock, and watching him shudder. You leaned back, resting your head on your left hand as your right kept on working him.

“Put your mouth on me, sugar,” he said, smirking as he pulled the comforter down, revealing your breasts and landing a hand on you, squeezing. He pulled his hand back and licked his thumb, before planting it on your nipple and rubbing it in neat circles.

You looked down at his movements, gasping as the pleasure shot down to your pussy, wetness leaking onto your inner thighs. He knew how much you loved taking him in your mouth; the leaking tip at the back of your throat, his hands in your hair, his perfect musky scent, his balls slick with your saliva against your chin. 

“Anything for you, baby,” you released his cock and swung your leg over him, his hands immediately latching onto your thighs before gliding up and back towards your ass, his thumbs resting in the crease between your thighs and hips. 

He started forcing you down, pushing your hips back, his hands moving from your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders, until finally your mouth was where he wanted it. His hands were over your ears, holding your head, before he moved one to the top of your head, clutching the hair at your scalp as he used the other one to grab his dick at the base.

You opened your mouth, sticking your saliva-slick tongue out just in time for him to slap his fat cock on it, the leaking head leaving a trail of precum between the two of you, that you sucked up greedily before moaning at the taste.

Your breasts were pushed up against his inner thighs, covering his balls as you continued to lick and suck, making indulgent little noises as you kicked your feet up behind you, lounging as you slipped your hands up your husband’s body, gripping his thick waist and leaving little half-moons behind with your nails. 

“My greedy slut… fuck,” Joel moaned as he watched you take him deeper, the corners of your lips tipping up as much as they could around his thickness, your little smile bringing one to him too. He rested his head in his hands on his pillow, leaning back to watch you fuck your own face with his cock, spit leaking from your mouth as you eagerly took him all him.

You paused for a few seconds, his cock all the way down your throat and your nose nested in his lower belly, your eyes sweeping shut in pleasure as you flexed your throat around him, a gentle moan leaving you. When you couldn’t take it any more, you pulled back slowly, letting his dick glide out of your mouth and land on his stomach with a wet smack.

Kissing down his length, you had every intention of making your way back up and going back to getting throatfucked, but you couldn’t resist licking a stripe between his cum-filled balls. You began sucking them into your mouth and releasing them, over and over again. Joel groaned in your favourite way, loud and animalistic- you knew he was holding himself back.

One more swipe of your tongue on his balls and suddenly his hands were in your hair, his cock was pushing between your lips, and your moans were turning into gags. You smiled even brighter as he forced his way down your throat, your nails dug into him even tighter as you choked on his cock.

You couldn’t help it, it was like your g-spot was in your throat, the slick head of his cock dragging over it again and again and again until it rushed out of you. The sheets underneath you were now soaked as you squirted involuntarily. You wrenched yourself off his cock as he came, ropes of his cum hitting your chest and chin as you screamed and gasped, tears trickling down the sides of your face.

“What happened, baby?” 

After pressing one last parting kiss to his tummy, you scrawled up his body on unsteady arms and knees, his hands helping guide you towards him until you laid your spent body on him. “Did ya come?” He asked against your hair, his lips dusting against your scalp as you rested your head on the centre of his chest. Your response was a whimper, and at the same time he wrapped your shoulders up in his arms, drawing the covers up over the two of you.

Joel laughed, a faint “dirty girl” coming from his lips as he squeezed you to him. 

“Happy birthday to me.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Your writing is my holy grail and i wanted to request, if it's not a bother, a nsfw alphabet for art 🙏🏼

Aww thanks bud!! Not a bother at all :)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is cuddly and sweet—kissing your forehead, murmuring how much he loves you, how good you are to him. He won't let you up for a couple of minutes if it's alright with you. He wants to come down together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands are his favorite body part on himself. He knows how strong, sure, and steady they are. This man is so touchy as well—he loves reaching out sliding his hand over any part of you that he can reach.

I feel like Art can really be captivated by someone's eyes. He's big on eye contact. It can be intimidating at first, but once you're used to it, it's sweet. If the two of you are in a crowd, separated, he'll give you little looks to make sure you're alright, and give little winks once you nod to confirm.

Also he's an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to cum in you. I honestly think he's got a bit of a breeding kink. I think he'd be happy to have 2-3 kids, being a stay at home house husband.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jerked off into Patrick's jerk-off sock when they were at school together. Definitely didn't tell him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say Art is moderately experienced. I don't think he's slept with a ton of people, but I think he's the kind of person that gets to know his partner's body and what they like so entirely that he learns a lot along the way.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning. Bodies pressed as close together as they can possibly be, covering your neck and shoulder with hickies, sharing messy kisses, whining against your neck as his hips twitch and he spills into you. He'd be happy to fall asleep like that, too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Art can be so intense, but he can be teasing, too. If you guys are in the middle of a quickie (more on that later) and you wind up in an awkward position or one of you gets a cramp, he's not going to give you the chance to be embarrassed. He's going to tease you in a way that's playful and kind—anything to get the smile back on your face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He manscapes, he keeps it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Insanely intimate man. Simpin' ain't easy, but he makes it an Art Form™. This comes back to the amount of eye contact he enjoys, too (depending on the position). He likes to cradle your head, look you in the eyes, and watch you fall apart for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think it's on the rarer side that he gets himself off, but when he does it's because he's so pent up, or frustrated. Maybe he's on a long trip and just hasn't been able to have phone time with you because you have conflicting schedules, and all he has is a few pictures on his phone and the memory of the way your moan for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, as I mentioned before. I think he's a switch, but leans subby. He likes to please you, and he doesn't mind if you take the lead. Hell—it turns him on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Classic, traditional. Will also happily fuck you in the shower post-match.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If there's something that you do competitively in any estimation, or if there's something that you're particularly passionate about, seeing that fire and joy in you gets him going.

This man is also weak for you in a sundress.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think he'd be into kinks that cause his partner serious pain, even if it was consensual.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves getting, but this man is a beast at giving. Will go down on you like you're a five course meal. Will ask you to sit on his face and won't care if he suffocates.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think typically slow and sensual, but he can be a bit rough when he's frustrated.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If that's the best y'all can do, then he'll do it, but it's not his go-to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will take risks, but it's not his preference. He's in the public eye, he recognizes that. The last thing he needs is some scandal about the two of you having a quickie in public somewhere.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Are you kidding me? Tennis players run like five miles a match on average. This man can last and last and last. Good luck keeping up 😵‍💫

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he owns or uses them on himself, but I think he'd be intrigued by yours if you have any. I don't know if he'd use them with you, but when he's getting off, the thought of you using them might really do it for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he can be very flirty and teasing, but in more of a romantic way than a sexual way.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, we've all heard the sounds he makes 😏

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I honestly think he would cum on the spot if you spit in his mouth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think Art's got that good boyfriend dick. Just long and just thick enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Medium? I think like he's at a medium.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. If it's after a match, he's out like a light, but he'll try to stay awake. If it's a regular day, he'll wait for the two of you to get cleaned up and settled.

[all4yoi]

falling slowly in love

𝓈unghoon x fem!reader (ft. ni-ki) ↻ f2l, fluff, est relationship, written in ni-ki's pov, mentions of heeseung, not proofread. a part 2 maybe? wc: 610

wherein we see how ni-ki witnessed how the love between you and sunghoon bloomed

There was he again, the stupid stupid boy that took his sister's attention away from him. Riki frowned in distaste at the sight of his laughing sister seated beside a boy that was obviously much taller than her, he was looking at her as if she created all the toys in the world. 5 years old Riki didn't like that, he was supposed to be the only boy in his sister's life. But he'll let it pass, he loved seeing his sister happy.

Riki was 13 years old now, he now knew all about girlfriends and boyfriends but that didn't stop him from giving Park Sunghoon the stink eye whenever he came too close to his sister. Just like today, he came home from school earlier than expected and was met with the sight of the taller dude towering over his sister on their mother's kitchen. God knew what they were doing and he was about to storm in and break them apart when the echoes of his sister's joyful laughter. Retracting his steps, he instead rolled his eyes and went up to his room, the sight of his sister's head rolling back in laughter as Sunghoon smiled at the sight made him feel a little better.

Finally 18 years old, and Riki was ecstatic when he found out that his sister wasn't dating stinky Sunghoon. He was over the moon when he found out that she was dating basketball captain Lee Heeseung. That meant he could get closer to him and heighten his chances on getting in the team right? He liked to think it would. The longer her sister dated Lee Heeseung, the longer the light in her sister's eyes disappeared.

Riki was worried, but he thought it was all good because atleast it isn't Sunghoon she's dating. Although the next few months, he started seeking the figure skater. He noticed how frequent his sister came home with a tear stricken face, he noticed how she started wearing baggy clothes, the bags under her eyes were darkening each day.

Walking through the university's hallway and trying to find one person surely isn't easy, but Riki pushed through. Waiting infront of the locker, he visibly brightened when his eyes fell on his figure.

Sunghoon was confused and weirded out, if you were to ask him. It was the first time he has seen the once small insolent child who used to give him the stink eye wave at him with a smile that reached his ears.

"Hyung!" Riki exclaimed, dapping him up. If he noticed the older's awkwardness in his action, he didn't point it out. "I need your help." the younger expressed with worried eyes.

And before Sunghoon could deny, Riki mentioned your name and instantly..

"What happened to her?"

Riki led Sunghoon to your room and watched him enter, he peeked through the small gap through the door. As much as he used to dislike the way stinky Sunghoon hug his sister back then, he was much more relieved now as he witnessed the older man cradle you in his chest.

It has been so long since Sunghoon has visited you home, mainly because you had a boyfriend and he wanted to respect the boundaries, after all he was just a friend.

Riki, as much as he didn't want to admit, missed Sunghoon. He didn't miss his presence, no. He missed Sunghoon because he made you laugh, he made you happy, and he consistently made sure you were safe everywhere you went.

And as Riki watched you bury your face in Sunghoon's neck, he walked away with his chest puffed, feeling accomplished in reuniting you both again.

[cailins-posts]

Quinn Hughes and the Love of His Life

Quinn hughes x reader

The Vancouver Canucks locker room was always a hub of activity. Players joked, teased, and bonded as they prepared for practice. Among them was Quinn Hughes, the team's star defenseman. But today, as usual, Quinn's attention wasn't entirely on the game. His thoughts often wandered to his girlfriend, Y/N, who had captured his heart in a way nothing else ever had.

Quinn's teammates noticed this shift in his demeanor. Brock Boeser, his best friend and constant tormentor, was the first to call him out. "Hey, Hughesy, you daydreaming about Y/N again?" Brock teased, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Quinn blushed, shaking his head but unable to hide his smile. "Shut up, Boes," he mumbled, his ears turning red.

Elias Pettersson joined in, leaning against his locker. "Yeah, Quinn, you're turning into a real softie. We used to think you were tough."

The locker room erupted in laughter, and Quinn couldn't help but chuckle too. His teammates' teasing was all in good fun, and he knew they were happy for him. Y/N had brought a new light into his life, and everyone could see it.

Quinn's thoughts drifted back to the first time he met Y/N. It was at a charity event for the Canucks, and she was there as a volunteer. Her smile caught his attention from across the room, and he spent the entire evening trying to muster the courage to talk to her. When he finally did, they hit it off immediately. Her warmth, intelligence, and kindness were magnetic, and he was hooked.

Since then, they'd been inseparable. Y/N often attended games, cheering him on from the stands. She quickly became a favorite among his teammates, not just because of how she supported Quinn, but because of her genuine nature and the way she fit seamlessly into their hockey family.

One day, after a grueling practice, Quinn decided to bring Y/N to the rink. He wanted her to see him in his element and meet the team officially. As they walked in hand in hand, the teasing began almost immediately.

"Look, it's Hughesy's better half!" Brock called out, prompting a round of applause and whistles from the team.

Y/N laughed, not minding the attention. She squeezed Quinn's hand reassuringly and whispered, "They seem like a great group."

"They are," Quinn replied, his heart swelling with pride. "And they love to give me a hard time."

Y/N grinned, loving how Quinn's teammates interacted with him. It was clear they were a close-knit group, more like family than just teammates. She watched as they ribbed Quinn about his newfound softness, and she found it endearing. To her, it showed just how much Quinn cared and how deeply he could love.

One evening, after a particularly tough loss, Quinn was feeling down. Y/N knew exactly how to lift his spirits. She prepared his favorite meal, set up a movie marathon of his favorite comedies, and just held him. She knew he needed the comfort and the distraction.

"Thank you, Y/N," Quinn said softly, his head resting on her lap. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She stroked his hair, her touch soothing. "I'm always here for you, Quinn. Through the wins and the losses."

Their relationship wasn't without its challenges. Being a professional athlete meant Quinn was often away for games and road trips. It wasn't easy, but they made it work. They cherished every moment they had together, and their love grew stronger with each passing day.

One night, after a particularly long road trip, Quinn returned home exhausted. As soon as he walked through the door, Y/N was there, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace, feeling all the stress and fatigue of the trip slip away.

"Welcome home," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

"It's so good to be home," he replied, holding her close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said, pulling back to look into his eyes. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Quinn didn't argue. He let Y/N lead him to their bedroom, where she had already set out fresh pajamas and his favorite pillow. He couldn't help but smile at how thoughtful she was.

As they settled into bed, Quinn wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close. "You know, the guys give me a hard time about how much I love you."

Y/N giggled. "I think it's cute. It shows how much you care."

"I do care," Quinn said, his voice serious. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You make everything better."

She kissed him softly, her heart swelling with love. "And I love you, Quinn. Always."

Their relationship continued to flourish, despite the ups and downs of Quinn's demanding career. They faced each challenge together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The teasing from his teammates never let up, but Quinn didn't mind. He wore their jabs as a badge of honor, proud of the love he and Y/N shared.

One afternoon, after practice, Quinn was sitting in the locker room when Brock approached him, a smirk on his face. "Hey, Hughesy, we're all heading out for dinner. You in, or are you gonna be all lovesick and head home to Y/N?"

Quinn laughed, shaking his head. "I'm in. But I'm bringing Y/N with me."

Brock rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course you are. Just don't get all mushy on us, okay?"

"No promises," Quinn shot back, grinning.

At the restaurant, Y/N fit right in with the team, laughing at their jokes and sharing stories. The guys loved having her around, and Quinn couldn't have been happier. As the evening went on, he found himself watching her, amazed by how perfectly she had integrated into his life.

"Hey, Hughesy," Brock called out from across the table. "You know we're just giving you a hard time because we're happy for you, right?"

Quinn nodded, his heart full. "I know, Boes. And I appreciate it."

After dinner, as they walked back to their apartment, Quinn pulled Y/N close, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for being amazing tonight. The guys really like you."

"They're great," Y/N replied, smiling up at him. "And I'm really happy to be a part of your life, Quinn."

"You are my life," he said softly, stopping to look into her eyes. "I love you, Y/N. More than words can say."

Tears filled her eyes, and she kissed him deeply, pouring all her love into that kiss. "I love you too, Quinn. So much."

As they continued their walk home, hand in hand, they knew that whatever challenges came their way, they would face them together. Their love was strong, and with each other's support, they could overcome anything. Quinn was a different man with Y/N in his life—softer, happier, and more complete. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 8

part 1, prev part

The hallway is empty when Dustin leaves the room. Steve and Lucas nowhere to be seen, Mrs. Mayfield gone somewhere else. Leaving Dustin alone to wander.

He doesn’t quite know what he wants. Where he’s going. Just following the path he would normally travel each day. Bouncing between rooms, looking for something to do.  Trying to find someone who would talk to him. Give him something to take his mind off the train tracks it’s bound to.

He grips the book in his hand, feeling the familiarity of wore out pages. Each one loved as he read and reread them over and over again. That’s what he does when he needs comfort. Goes back to the same story over and over again, to a world where he knows every outcome. Where there are no more mysteries. Dustin knows the answer to every question, every possibility.

It’s why he chose it to read to Eddie. It was a book the both of them loved, brought them joy in the darkness of life. He wanted Eddie to feel safe while his body was asleep. Knowing that some coma patients can hear what’s going around them. Even if it doesn’t register, it brings comfort on a subconscious level that there are people here supporting him.

At least that’s what Dustin hoped would happen, what he was striving to do. But he can’t do that today. There’s someone outside telling him that he can’t be in Eddie’s room right now. That something’s going on inside.

He goes right to thinking of the worst. That they are preparing him for some surgery that will probably delay the day he wakes up. Take more time from Dustin. Or maybe Eddie is dead behind those walls. Body finally succumbing to his wounds. His brain activity finally faded away. Leaving Dustin with the misplaced hope that it would all be ok.

He continues to wander into the waiting area. Seeing a familiar face getting a cup of shitty hospital coffee. Dustin must look confused, as Wayne’s face immediately looks concerned when he sees him.

“You alright kid,” he asks, stirring his coffee.

Dustin blinks. “They wouldn’t let me go into Eddie’s room.”

“Yeah, they’re working on him right now. Taking out his breathing tube.”

Panic fills Dustin, the only reaction he’s capable of right now. “Is he ok. That’s a good thing right?”

Wayne sets a steady hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s a good thing. Why don’t you go sit down, you seem like somethin’s upsetting you.”

Dustin lets Wayne lead him to an empty chair, taking the one beside him. Quiet, letting Dustin be the one to start talking about it. He doesn’t really know how to. Wayne’s been through enough already, he doesn’t need to go through his things too.

Now that he has things to go through.

This was so much easier when things worked out for him. When Will was found and ok. When all his friends made it out of the tunnels underground. When it wasn’t him who lost people, but he could be there to help the ones who did.

He's seen so many people go through the hospital. They always got better in the end, that was good. Why is it so hard during the wait for them to get better? Why does the hope leave him more and more each day? He was the happy one, the one with all the jokes. Helping everyone else out, making sure they smiled.

Who’s going to cheer them up now that the smile can’t seem to return to his face?

“Do you remember Max Mayfield? she lived across from you and Eddie in the trailer park.” Dustin says when the words finally form in his mouth.

Wayne nods. “I do. She a good friend of yours?”

“Yeah,” Dustin plays with the bent cover of his book. “Yeah, she is, one of my best friends. We’ve known her ever since she moved to town back in middle school. She's in a room down the hall from Eddie.”

Wayne looks at Dustin like he understands where this is going. Maybe he does. Or maybe he’s just used to the hospital life after all this time. “Figured, saw her mom here a few times. She doin’ ok?”

Ok isn’t the right word, but Dustin can’t speak for how she feels. He can only speak for himself. And he is definitely not ok. “She’s blind.”

The words feel more crushing now that they’re said out loud.

A sob escapes from Dustin’s chest. The crushing feeling he’s had for weeks finally breaking free. Everything coming out at once in this hospital waiting room. His face falls into his hands, palms pressing into his eyes. Trying to keep the tears inside.

A hand pats his back, comforting him while he breaks. Helping him through this pain. Someone he barely knows but feels so safe around. Silently telling him that everything will be ok. That he will be ok.

Someone else comes and crouches in front of Dustin, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, what happened?”

Dustin blinks the tears away enough to see Steve looking at him. “What do you think?”

He nods. “Why don’t I take you home, it’s already been a lot today.”

“What, no, I didn’t get to visit Eddie yet today. I have to read him the next chapter.” Dustin pulls himself to sit straighter, making himself look more put together. Tears still running down his cheeks.

“I think Eddie would understand if you missed a day. He would want you to take care of yourself.”

“He’s right,” Wayne agrees. Gently glaring at Steve, but still agreeing. “He wouldn’t want you to strain yourself for his sake.”

Why does everyone keep making decision for Dustin’s benefit? Do they even know what they’re talking about?

Still, Dustin lets Steve bring him home. His mind still stuck in that waiting room with the world falling down around him. Looking through the window doing nothing but add to his feeling. The peaceful outside now rampant with destruction.

The town was broken into pieces. People moved around between the shelters and the hospitals. Some even brought outside of the town to different hospitals in the area. It finally hits Dustin how much of this actually concerns him. How much it always concerned him.

How that kid he used to be kept smiling, he doesn’t quite know anymore. How he was still able to smile a week ago, he doesn’t know. With all that’s happened, with all his friends are going through, he thought he needed to bring levity to it all. Bring the hope that things could get better.

Hope is a dangerous thing. It makes people believe in something that might not happen. Makes him believe that the scars will fade, and the injuries will heal. That his friends will be exactly the same as he knew them last week. A year ago. Two years ago. When they first met.

He’s not even the same as he was a week, a year, two years ago. Somehow, foolishly he thought that life could move on from this. That the upside down would become nothing but a pin in the greater picture of his life. That down the line, when he’s married and maybe has a kid or two of his own, he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

Now, it’s become more real than he’s ever thought of before. Now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to sleep the same again. The nightmares won’t leave with age. His friends will never become less scarred. His mind won’t be as scarred. His childhood will never be just his childhood. A part of it will always be captured by these memories. Memories that he can hope to only repress.

Dustin will have the privilege to walk away after all of these years without as little of a scar. He has what, a sprained ankle, and that’s it. Max is blind, Will’s lungs are damaged from extended time in the upside down. Lucas, Erica, and Mike are completely traumatized by what they’ve seen. By what they’ve been through.

Dustin is traumatized by what he’s seen. By what he’s been through. He’s always said that his was so much better than everyone else’s. That he was the least effected, so it was ok to diminish it.

He’s now realizing how stupid it was to think like that.

Note: Back to the Wayne POV in the next part. All of Dustin's POV will also be uploaded to ao3

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husband!han

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Husband Han who asked the baker and chef to put the ring inside the cake. You thought it was kind of old school and yet you cried when you saw the ring. He went down on one knee in front of the crowd as the waiter/waitresses came for assistance. “Will you be the mother of Bbama?” “Yes!” 

Husband Han who wrote a song that he’d use on the day of his wedding proposal. The lyrics consist of words about his feelings, how deep his love is for you, how thankful he is, and how you are his favorite person apart from his Minho hyung. He went on the small stage of the restaurant and grabbed a small piece of paper so he wouldn’t forget what he had written. 

Husband Han whom you can order around. He complains but still does whatever you ask for. Sometimes he just obeys quietly or if he’s in the mood, he looks like a kid who’s happy to help his parents with that adorable and proud smile plastered on his face.

Husband Han who loves to stay home and watch your favorite movies then proceeds to cuddle you all day. He also buys things that will serve good for your convenience and cause less effort. He is a home buddy for a reason. 

Husband Han who is happy as a clam when you visit him while he’s at work especially when you bring him and his members with a ton of food.

Husband Han who is a loud introvert and hits high notes effortlessly on a random Wednesday morning. 

Husband Han who overreacts, and screams at any small inconvenience when he gets a chance. Hyunjin would be the one to cover his mouth because his ears suffer the most. 

Husband Han who has a lot of feelings and takes everything to heart (playfully) during a nonsense argument and will say some things nonstop until both of you just laugh them off. Yet also the type to be calm and straightforward that would pierce your heart if it’s serious especially when he does have a point. 

Husband Han who sometimes doesn’t listen to you and is stubborn. 

Husband Han who apologizes hours later after thoroughly thinking of what he did or said wrong during the fight. He would hug you tightly when he sees you crying and say “I love you” instead of  “I’m sorry.”

Husband Han who listens attentively to your worries and gives you useful advice. If he feels like you don’t want to hear anything and just sit there in silence, he will hold your hand or bring you into his arms while kissing the crown of your head. 

Husband Han whose love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation (through the songs he wrote). 

Husband Han who gets jealous when you pay too much attention to BBama instead of him. He would sulk at the corner and refuse to talk unless you baby him until he decides to forgive you. 

Husband Han who gets sentimental when sad so you let him lay on you and bury his face on your neck while you hum his favorite tune or just play with his hair while whispering some things that he needs to hear. He loves it when you do that. 

Husband Han who loves cheesecakes especially when you’re the one who made them. He’d devour them immediately with some iced coffee he got from Seungmin.

Husband Han who gets round when he eats something or just mainly his cheeks are the cutest that you want to kiss, pinch, or suddenly goes nom nom nom. 

Husband Han who doesn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loves them on you. 

Husband Han whose voice you want to listen to all night after a long day because it’s soothing to hear and brings you comfort, especially when he is talking softly and in a gentle manner. 

Husband Han who gets undeniably shy when you kiss him, especially when you’re in public. He is all giddy and a blushing mess, expect to make out with him when you get home.

Husband Han who can sleep everywhere that you get jealous but he would ask you first if you want to cuddle until you fall asleep in whatever comfortable place you’re at. 

Husband Han who texts or calls you before going home from work just to ask how your day went and if you want him to buy something. Sometimes you do it the other way around. It’s a must in this marriage. 

Husband Han who spoils you a lot. 

Husband Han who respects whatever decision you make, especially when it comes to the thought of having kids. Just like anyone else, he doesn’t pressure you and wait until you’re the first one to initiate the topic. 

Husband Han who promised to love you and never leave until death do you part.

Husband Han who thinks that having you in his life is the greatest gift he could ever have and the best thing that ever happened. 

Husband Han whom you love, protect, and spend the rest of your life with along with Bbama. 

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Miguel loves you, his tattooed significant other. 💉🖤

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader

CW: MINORS DNI, MENTIONS OF SEX, BLOOD, TATTOOING, NEEDLE, PAIN, COMFORT, INSECURITY, MAINLY FLUFF

A/N: totally self indulgent lol bear with me. Just something quick. For my tattooed babes. 🖤🖤🖤

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-He'll let his fingertips softly ghost over your tattoos during and after intimacy, tenderly laying kisses onto them, particularly if you have any on your wrists, forearms, shoulders, thighs, spine, back, ribs.

-it just gives him another unique part of you to indulge in.

-If you have tattoos for cultural or religious reasons, he's particularly respectful of these and won't touch unless you're comfortable. And if he does, the attention he pays to them is anything but lustful, rather admiring the artist's work and the reverence they carry. Anything that is meaningful to you is extremely important to him. He will listen to you and take the time to educate himself on their significance. He'd be particularly protective of you in that regard.

-he will never make you feel bad about them or scold you for wanting more. He respects your right to your own body. As long as you're happy with it, he supports it. 

-if you feel nervous at your appointments, Miguel will be there, holding your hand. He doesn't use his phone or his watch, there to give you his undivided attention and distract you with soothing words and mild conversation to get your mind off the pain. If words don't help, he'll simply press his lips against the back of your hand or rest his forehead against yours. He's even fascinated by the process, watching the ink transfer and bleed into your skin and the tattoo needle with curiosity. 

-he always finds himself so impressed by your pain tolerance and how well you handle it. After the appointment, he presses a kiss to your temple, softly praising you for how brave you were in a low voice. 

-Miguel takes your tattoo aftercare way more seriously than you do. The blood doesn't bother him one bit. He knows you have a nervous habit and that you can't help but try to pick at your healing tattoo. He'll lovingly move your hands away, 

"Mi vida, you're not supposed to touch...¿Recuerdas?" (You remember?)

"I know baby, just want to make sure you heal properly. I know it's hard but don't pick at it, okay?"

"Did you apply your ointment today? 

-He'll make sure you keep your second skin on after the appointment and when you shower, he'll make sure your fresh tattoo stays out of the way and doesn't get submerged.

-he'll lather you up in sunscreen, more than happy to get all the spots you can't reach, ensuring your tattoos don't receive any damage from the sun.

-The first time after you two had sex, you laid there side by side, talking in hushed voices as he asked for the story behind each tattoo(or lack thereof, simply admiring them instead) while you answered. 

He listened intently, quietly humming while he traced little circles with his thumb on your hip, until eventually the calming sound of your voice made you both fall asleep. 

-He hates it when people judge you by your tattoos. He feels terrible when you get self conscious about what your or his relatives think, and when you go to cover them or wear long sleeves or pants, he'll shake his head and reassure you that the tattoos aren't distracting in the slightest, encouraging you to take off that jacket or cardigan and stay comfortable in your skin. 

-It bothers him when people make underhanded comments like, "you would be so beautiful without them."

Bullshit.

He doesn't give a fuck, and if anything, he would feel strange if you didn't have them.

He loves all of you, and your tattoos will always be a part of that. 🖤

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Previous // Next

Hiiiii Robin aka Bird Boy!

Sorry I took a bit longer than usual to reply but dad suddenly decided he’d had enough of the forest and we went back home! I thought maybe it’d be fun to wait a bit longer and show you our house and stuff. I don’t really like moving around all the time but I guess it kinda gives you lots of new stuff to talk about so that’s something.

This is our house! It’s not as big as yours looks but there’s only two of us and we’re not always here so it makes sense that it’s not massive. Dad usually rents it out whilst we’re not here cos he says it’s better for the house that it’s looked after but I know he means it’s better for his bank too lol!! I guess it works out for me though cos he says I can put as many plants as I want in my room as long as I keep them alive so they’d die if we left it empty every time we left. He says it’s like I brought the jungle inside hahaaha, I like it though!

The last person who rented the house was one of dad’s old work friends and he left this cool telescope for me to play with since I’m “so keen about the stars and shit” HIS WORDS! I know you’re supposed to use it at night but it’s kinda fun to spy on people during the day too. Like I’m pretty sure our neighbours are getting a divorce cos I overheard the guy moaning about the lady to my dad once and sometimes you can hear them yelling and see them waving their arms at each other through the window or on the balcony (don’t tell anyone though hahaa!)

I think dad’s kinda happy to be back (look how bushy his eyebrows are though ahahhhahah) he spends a lot of time fishing but I know it’s only a matter of time until he gets itchy and runs out of money again. Half of me wishes he’d get a good job here so we wouldn’t have to move around all the time but the other half is glad to leave. I guess it’s kinda nice here AND I was born here but I don’t even like swimming and there’s water and beaches EVERYWHERE ugh..

I guess I don’t really think Sulani feels like home anymore, not since mom died. It’s pretty and it’s nice but something is always missing so it’s kinda lame too if that makes sense. Maybe that’s why dad likes to leave sometimes too, I’d ask him but he’d probably get upset so maybe not! I was gonna leave that part out cos it’s a bummer but we don’t really keep many secrets from each other so I said it…

Anyway, dad’s a pig and never cleans ANYTHING and I think he got bored of me complaining about how big and heavy the vacuum is cos he got me a cool mini one (it’s a “sorry we move around so much but here’s a present so shh” present but I’ll take it hahaa) he took it off me for a few days after I hoovered some crumbs out of his bed and sucked up his headphones by accident but that’s his fault for eating cookies in bed when he should be sleeping.

Oh and since there’s not many fun rocks to find or dig up here I decided to start up my shell collection again. I found a few nice ones I guess but I really want to find a conch! Dad said they’re pretty rare but you’d think with all the stupid sand and beaches around here that I’d be able to find at least ONE even if it was a tiny one but not yet! I’ll let you know if I do though!

Anyway, I’m kinda sad we left Granite Falls in the end cos it was so close to the holidays I hoped maybe your family would go camping again and we’d be able to explore together again. Hopefully next time we move we’ll move even closer to where you live so there’s more chance we’ll get to see each other! A bird pooped on me the other day though which dad said is supposed to be lucky so I decided to believe him and hope we get to hang out again one day SOON (after I had a shower anyway because EUGH!)

Hope you’re okay and glad to be done with school for the summer!

Love Alex :)

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Day of Greed - Mammon

~SFW Alphabet~

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

 💰 Constant touch, Mammon is clingy in the sense that he physically needs to be touching you, hugging you, holding you, just anything. He adores head pats, it's the physical act of praise for him and he laps it up. Mammon is the avatar of Greed, it's obvious that it extends even to the intangible like your time and attention. He is possessive, he will have a hand on your waist, your thigh, an arm slung around your shoulder in public most of all. In private he's more fixated on other stuff, like having you patting his head, playing with his hair, giving him lots of kisses and calling him a good boy. Does worry that his Greed will engulf you or scare you away, but at the same time he feels like a slave to it. Mammon always hopes that you know that he would never swallow you whole, he won't let his sin devour you and he never asks for comfort from these rampant thoughts, but it's obvious when he needs peace of mind. 

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

💰 The bad influence, in the sense that things are never, ever dull with Mammon around and most of his schemes get the two of you in trouble all the time. It seemed like a good idea at the time but most of his ideas always do. Maybe it's natural charisma that convinces you time and time again. Most of the times when you hang out together you go window shopping, bargain hunting and always helping Mammon with plotting his latest scheme or brand new business idea which is usually a scam with mass profit. It’s entertaining, Mammon usually acts like he doesn’t care but he is always courteous and kind and even generous towards you.  

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle) 

💰 Mammon adores cuddles, he wholeheartedly just wants to be close to you. Originally he used to crave the closeness for his method of pickpocketing though his intention has changed towards you. You remember how he’d touch your ears all flirtatiously and his expertly deft fingers would take any earrings, necklaces, any jewelry of any kind without you being any the wiser. You’re thankful that Mammon is different now, he genuinely just wants affection and wants to cuddle you for the sake of having you in his arms. Somehow it just eases his possessiveness and lets him know that you’re his and he is yours. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

💰 3/10, has no time for either. Will do it to make you happy. He can cook if he has to, I mean how hard is it? Cleans but hell he could be doing something else instead of that. Although Mammon grumbles and groans about it a lot he will do it if it makes you happy. He wants to settle down, as soon as possible. I mean what greater way to show everyone that you’re his than putting a ring on your finger. He loves seeing his pact mark on your body but it pisses him off to see his brothers pact marks, but a ring- would be his and his alone. His brothers couldn’t give you a ring. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

💰 He’d suddenly start acting like he’s wrapping things up. Paying back any outstanding IoU’s, giving back anything he ‘borrowed’. The entire thing would just look awkward and suspicious. What's the sudden rush and change of heart? When it comes to the actual break up part, once everything settled he just… does it. He’ll rip the plaster off and boy does he dwell on his decision. Will constantly write texts and never send them. Will be lost and not present mentally, he’s angry and upset about it. He thinks at least, maybe it’s his sin gnawing at him for letting his greatest treasure get away. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married.)

💰 Would be the fastest and most obvious way to stake his claim, everything from your name and even vows- which in their own way are a pact. He’d have two pacts with you and you’d be his in the greatest sense of the word. Maybe it’s the title, he tries to reign in his possessive nature but it’s hard when it literally is his nature. To be greedy, and possessive of you. But the title you carry of being Mammon’s spouse, the sound rings sweeter than the wedding bells themselves. It would ease his worries while boosting it all the more. He’d adore you, as he always has but even more so when you’re his greatest treasure, his person. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

💰 Bit of a sharp tongue when he tries to cover his own embarrassment and can get angry at times over certain things, but he has never once been physically harmful to you and if you really think about it, he’s always soft towards you. Even if he’s angry he’s never raised his voice at you in anger. In concern and worry yes- yelling at you when you make harmful decisions but never in anger, You know he’s gentle, he always has been. Even if he uses sharp words you know the true meaning behind them is not like that. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

💰 He does like hugs, they keep you close…Close to him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, his cologne is always distinct and with hugs sometimes the smell rubs off on your clothing. It’s such a subtle thing, maybe even Mammon doesn’t realize it. He’s always affectionate, always holding a hand, has a hand on your thigh and hugging you. He just needs to be touching you always. Genuinely will sulk if he can’t. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-Word) 

💰 Mammon says it through actions and gift giving. He’ll spoil you with gifts, he doesn’t realize why you’re special. Why he desires to give you everything he has, when he comes to the realization of love- it’s something he begins to say on the daily. He’ll tell you, always. How much he loves you. It works its way so naturally into his dialogue because it genuinely just feels so right- nothing feels better. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) 

💰 Oh he is a jealous boy- He just doesn’t like you going out to hang with his brothers when you could be with him instead. He’s more of a sulking jealous kind, he won’t get angry but he’ll sulk and might give you silent treatment until you pamper him with attention to make up for depriving him earlier. He’ll make it known that he’s grumpy and will give you that ‘subtle’ sigh and just sigh louder until you notice him and ask what’s wrong and he’ll give you his sob story about you ignoring him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

💰 Intense, engulfing. Every kiss is so overwhelming filled with all his passion. He feels a little playful and has a tendency to bite. He likes holding you, a hand behind your head as if to prevent you from running around and another around your waist. He likes giving you kisses on your forehead, lips, and cheeks. He has a habit of leaving visible marks on your neck that makes it a little embarrassing when you don’t know it’s there. Likes to be kissed anywhere - so long as it’s you doing it.  

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

💰 Doesn’t mind them, but wouldn’t voluntarily be around them if he can avoid it. They’re a bit much for him to handle besides! As one of the oldest siblings, he’s had his fair share of dealing with children. It’s a little bit of a problem considering your soft and fluffy aura and kids always attach themselves to you if they get lost or something. Mammon obviously tries to help out and has become very adept at dealing with kids 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

💰 He spoils you, wakes you up gently and is usually extra affectionate in the mornings. He likes getting ready together, sometimes he even helps out with your hair and stuff. Making you as blinged out as you possibly can be even with the uniform. You eat breakfast together and then head off to RAD. It’s the real royal treatment because Mammon enjoys spending time with you and prefers it if you slept over in his room the night before. His day is absolutely made when he gets to wake up next to your sleeping face. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

💰 Mammon likes going out - he’d try to convince you of his little idea and take you out. Modeling has given him a lot of connections and he enjoys buying you clothes to let you get all donned and dressed up for a night out, he takes you to the high end places of Devildom to show you something different. Mammon is great because he takes you to so many different places. Of course he can get carried away and Lucifer is usually pissed when you breach curfew but it was totally worth it.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while and reveal things slowly?)

💰 Mammon was pretty open about himself, at least about how great he is at the very least. He told you a lot about himself, you almost could have mistook him for Asmo had you not met him prior. He talks about his great qualities, things that he possesses and how smart he is. Understandable. You always want the one you love to see the best side of you. Once the relationship got deeper Mammon was more honest with the things he would tell you. It wasn’t only the face value but he exposed his innermost thoughts and fears. It took trust and a bit of opening up for him to do so. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

💰 Mammon is pretty patient when it comes to you. Though only you can really testify to that since Mammon has always been that way with you, you’ve rarely seen him get very angry even when you’ve heard quite a few stories about it. You didn’t believe it at first then regarded it as a hidden side to Mammon. You’ve asked him about it but Mammon being Mammon of course denied that it ever happened. His best strategy, admit nothing - deny everything. He’d get mad at you in the sense of his concern overflowing if you’ve done something reckless and you can’t take him seriously when he’s practically pampering you to make sure you’re fine. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or they kind of or forget everything?) 

💰 Usually plays it off that he coincidentally remembered you wanted this or liked that, nevermind him actually knowing and actively looking for it so he could give it to you. He likes playing it cool, and if you catch him out on it he’ll usually give some half cooked theory as to how he magically remembered it. Mammon honestly listens, loves learning about you and remembers every little detail. Maybe it’s another manifestation of his greed, to possess all the possible knowledge of you that he possibly can. 

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

💰 The moment you called yourself his. The affirmation of your relationship- he knew that everyone was attached to you and everyone loves you, but he was the first. Mammon is more aware of his flaws than he lets off, most would never guess. Considering how everyone calls him shameless. He didn’t know in the end, you hold pacts with all his brothers. You all had a deep connection to prove that he was closer to you than anyone, that more than anyone you cared about him more. Mammon toiled with those silent insecurities, until one day you just seemed to affirm it was him. That out of his brothers, it was him that you chose. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

💰 He’s always been your protector even when he regarded you as an annoying and random human that didn’t belong in the Devildom. He was your first and most steadfast protector, even now. Although the depth of his reasoning has changed Mammon is very protective of you, no matter what or who. He doesn’t even think twice before acting. Mammon never wanted anything in return, so long as you were safe and out of harm's way that was more than enough for him. Although you protected him on various instances and in other cases even went as far as shielding him and putting yourself in harm's way. He would get upset, what if something happened and he lost you? 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

💰 He tries hard, his utmost for you. Never anything less, you’re his special person and you deserve only the best of the best. Mammon has always told you that and never failed to remind you of that fact. He may be overbearing with the gifts but he truly means well even when you tell him that you don't need the same pair of shoes in every single colour they had to offer, he’s faithful to the anniversary game, 1 week, 30 days, 100 days, 6 months, 1 year - he remembers them all and has mentally planned all the perfect dates he could take you on for them. In everyday life he has a habit of doing small tasks, or leaving you small gifts. A random juice or snack on your desk at RAD, seeing that your portion of chores had been done for the day. Mammon was usually embarrassed to admit it’s him so it's from the quote, “secret admirer”. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

💰 His possessiveness. He knows it’s part of his nature and a big part of his sin, but he fears some of the thoughts he has. He is scared of those thoughts and buries them beneath everything else. He wonders how he could completely possess you, and in a dream, more aptly described as a nightmare he thought about devouring you completely, making sure your soul would know no one else but him. How he got irked seeing his brothers’ pact marks on your body, or those stupid sorcerers protective sigils that he left on you as well. It irks him, he’d never say anything knowing it’s for your protection but his thoughts wander to dangerous territory and it frightens him that one day he might act on it and scare you away. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

💰 He’s a model by trade, he’s gotta be concerned with his looks and make sure he’s picturesque. He’s not vain to the point of being obsessed but he enjoys looking and feeling good. He especially likes donning himself in the biggest brand names that Devildom has to offer. He also likes looking good for you, on the days when he has a shoot and is dressed up in a different style to the one you’re used to and he catches all of your little stares and glances, he loves it. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

💰 He would feel very incomplete without you and feel like something is constantly missing. It was an emptiness he never knew existed until he met you, you filled that empty space that tugged in subconscious and when you’re not around he is painfully aware of it. It contributes to his reasoning of wanting to be around you and with you, he feels at peace and whole. Mammon just gets all listless when you’re not near him and he’ll worry about you a lot. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

💰 No sense of humor, he likes to tell jokes even if they’re not all that funny. He occasionally drops a really hilarious one. But he’s not a fan of overly serious people with no sense of humor, maybe because it reminds him too much of Lucifer, who in his eyes, is a stick in the mud. It just kills the entire vibe if he’s cracking jokes and there’s someone who feels the need to splice the entire joke and just takes all the fun out of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

💰 Would you believe that he had stuffed animals that he actually stuffed with grimm? He loves snuggling them, he also has a lot of pillows that make it difficult to sleep next to him unless you toss most of them off and away from the bed,  Mammon is a chronic snuggler, any which way he rolls he wants to grab onto something and snuggle, that just so happens to be you as of late. 

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