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wildemaven · 7 months

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sweetest heidi!! congrats on 1000 my lovely 🤍

can I request a main dish blind drabble?!

Pedro character: let’s gooooo Javier Peña or Jack Whiskey Daniels! chef’s choice 😉

numbers: 3 and 283

😘😘😘😘

losin’ you | jack ‘whiskey’ daniels

pairing: bull rider!jack daniels x barrel racer f!reader word count: 1287 content warnings: 18+ blog: some angst, reader and jack have history, some forgiveness but he has to work for it, reader has a rebound fling, reader rides a horse but no other physical descriptions, this is an AU, cursing, I think that’s it. notes: Kay! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to this!!! I hope it was worth the wait 💕 Shoutout to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for a specific line (I won’t give away which one it is)

It’s not a world you think you’ll ever be used to. Roaring crowds and blinding lights accompanied by the adrenaline rush as you race against the clock doing what you love. It goes against the quiet life you dream of having on some land, miles outside of the bustling town and an even longer dirt road entrance to deter solicitors. But it pays the bills enough to get by for now.

Bouncing from rodeo to rodeo can be lonely, even with all the cheering from fans and their undying support. All in the name of making a living and a name for yourself with the hopes of becoming a champion barrel racer.

Tonight is a little different. Run after run chasing the fastest time. Arena dirt kicked up straight out the gate. Weaving around the three strategically placed barrels, all sharp turns and calculated verbal cues to carry you past the line. 13.58 seconds was all it took to secure the top place at the end of the event.

Instead of hiding out in your trailer with one of your two closest friends Bravo, who both happen to be a 15 hand Chestnut Quarter Horses, you allow yourself to revel in the celebration and enthusiasm fans are showering you with.

The vibrancy in the air is palpable after leaving Miller to rest up in your trailer. An effervescence pounding in your chest— all your self doubt and fears dissipating into a plume of contentment.

It’s a feat in itself meandering through rodeo dust and small crowds wanting pictures and messy signatures on your walk to pick up the grand prize shiny buckle and winner’s check, hoping to get on the road before the announcer calls the last event for the night.

The sight of a cowboy loading your tack and saddles in their proper compartments has you stopping in your tracks. Watching as he moves about with familiarity. Feeding Miller his favorite treats, already loaded and secured in his trailer stall. Bridles and lead ropes hung on their designated hooks. Gooseneck hitched into the bed of your old pickup truck.

Seemingly taking care of your long list of tasks effortlessly.

“Congratulations, Sweetheart.” He says as he latches the tack room closed, his hand giving it a good shake before turning to look at you.

“Jack—“ You’re sure he doesn’t miss the way your face almost lights up at the sight of him. Quickly controlling your expression to something a little more neutral despite wanting nothing more than to run into his arms.

“The boyfriend ain’t around is he?” His voice tempered as he took a look around, expecting a six foot something man to walk out of the shadows swinging.

“Benny? Why? You wanna compare buckles, see whose is bigger?” You snark at him, tossing your earnings in the front seat of your truck.

“Don’t wanna step on anyone’s boots if I’m not welcomed, is all.” Such a stark contrast from the man who would go toe to toe with anyone who so much as looked in your direction.

You roll your eyes as you stalk past him to open the small trailer window to allow Miller to hang his head out.

“No he ain’t around. Fell for some cute buckle bunny over in Austin. Besides— he wasn’t my boyfriend. Just a fun rebound, ya know since you broke my heart and all.” He can sense the hurt in your voice, looking to where you’re running your hand over Miller’s velvet nose

“Sweetheart, ‘M sorry.“ Jack says meekly looking to where his boot is dragging over the dirt, his tone barely audible with noise coming from the stadium cheering on the roping finals.

You know he isn’t referring to Benny and the whirlwind of a fling that he was. Seeing other people, serious or not, was part of the agreement. Benny Miller was a good time for a short time, long enough to keep you distracted from the way your heart ached for Jack.

“It’s fine. Besides, it got a little weird with his last being Miller, too. I was losing track of the amount of times he used the line ‘wanna take Miller out for a ride? And I don't mean your horse!’”

“That wasn’t what I was referring to Sweetheart and you know it. I was talkin’ about that night. I’m sorry—“ Oh, so this is a real apology. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound so defeated in all the years you’ve known him.

“Surprised you were able to get that big time ego of yours through the front gate. Now that you’ve got nothin’ holdin’ you back from all those sponsors and big money.”

You chance a look over to him, propped sheepishly against your trailer, hands tucked in his pockets, too ashamed to look at you directly as you call him out. Not sure how long you want to drag this out and tell him how much you’ve missed him.

“I came here to see you race. Watch you win big— jus’ like we always wanted.” He turns to meet your gaze.

“We? I think what we wanted were two very different things, Jack. I wanted to win big doing what I love with the man I love. You wanted— what was it you said that night ‘take a break a break so you could figure things out’ among the other shit that spilled from that stupid mouth of yours.” You throw his words back at him as you stomp the short distance to him, causing him to straighten up in preparation for more of your own words.

“I thought that’s what I wanted. Guess it took me losin’ you to realize I was wrong. I want you. More than the sponsors. More than the fame. I need you more than all of that shit combined, Baby.” He confesses sincerely.

The warmth of his touch has your knees nearly buckling when he brushes some dirt with his finger off your cheek.

“And so you thought you’d waltz your Mr. Professional Bull Ridin’ ass in here? Lookin’ all handsome wearin’ those blue tight jeans and my favorite denim jacket of yours. Hopin’ I would just take you back just like that?” You sound harsher than you intended to.

“Well, I didn’t even think I would make it this far. I was sure I’d already be staring at your tail lights by now.” He quips, giving you a glimpse at that lopsided smile of his you’ve missed more than you should.

You study him for a beat. Your eyes flitting across his face, each one of his beautiful features still as heart melting as always.

Against your better judgment you kiss him. His lips molding perfectly over your own. Like a puzzle you once had and misplaced. Now found and situated where it belongs.

“It’s gonna take more than an evening of groveling to get you outta the dog house— but it’s a start.” You flick the brim of his black felt hat, turning on your heels in the direction of the passenger side of the truck.

He’s amused by your candor. The tip of his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, watching the way your hips sway a little more deliberately until you’ve reached the truck door.

“If I remember correctly, the 8 second ride time only applied to the arena?” Biting at your bottom lip at the remembrance of the way he took care of you in so many ways.

“Yes, ma’am!” His hat tipping with a slight nod.

“Well, this truck ain’t gonna drive itself home, Cowboy.” Giving him a wink as you hoist yourself into the cab, watching the dust kick up behind him as he sprints to the driver’s seat.

#agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #pedrostories

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merrybloomwrites · 3 months

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Spencer Agnew - 4th of July

Summary: You're nervous to spend the holiday trip with Spencer's friends, but with his encouragement, it goes better than either of you could have expected.

Word Count: 1.2K

CW: very very light smut (like, a lil bit of kissing)

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When Spencer asked you to join him and his friends for a Fourth of July Weekend away, you were a little unsure. In the months that you’ve been dating, you’ve hung out with his Smosh friends a few times. But it was always dinner out, or hanging at one of their homes. Always just a few hours.

So the idea of staying in a house with them for four nights was a bit intimidating. But he looked so excited any time he brought it up that of course you said yes. The last thing you’d want is to disappoint him. Especially when he says things like, “I can’t wait to party with all my favorite people”.

Each time he says that you can’t help but blush, loving that you’re considered one of his favorite people.

You stay at his place the night before to celebrate his birthday. You make his favorite meal for dinner, as well as a couple of batches of cupcakes. You enjoy a couple that night and pack the rest to bring on the trip.

The next morning you’re up early so you can pick up Erin and Heidi and get on the road before there’s too much traffic. You’re driving, leaving Spencer in charge of music. He immediately puts on Harry Styles, knowing the three of you like his music. It’s not Spencer’s favorite by any means, and you love how he wants to make sure everyone else is happy.

When you finally arrive, Courtney shows you to the room you and Spencer will be sharing. You’re grateful to have a space to come to for a breather if everything gets overwhelming.

“Shayne and I ordered sandwiches for lunch, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Courtney says before walking out of the room leaving you and Spencer alone.

“Look at this view,” you say as you stand in front of the window. Your room is at the back of the house overlooking the beach. You can’t wait to swim in the water, even if it’s freezing cold.

Hands wrap around your waist from behind and you lean back into Spencer. “Oh this view is beautiful,” he says. You turn your head and see that he’s staring at you and you laugh before replying, “You’re such a sap!”

“Couldn’t help it,” he states before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You get lost in the sensation as his lips move to your collarbone, then neck. When he kisses that spot just below your ear you practically melt, his arms holding you tighter to keep you from sliding as your knees go weak.

He leads you to the bed laying you down before resting on top of you. Finally his lips meet yours in a heated kiss. It lasts a few moments before you hear the sounds of footsteps passing your door to go downstairs.

Pulling away reluctantly you say, “We should probably go hang out with your friends.”

“Our friends will be here all weekend. We can hang with them in a minute,” Spencer replies before slotting his lips back to yours.

And if one minute leads to five, well you’re not going to complain.

The two of you finally break apart and unpack. After checking that neither of you are disheveled from your activities, Spencer takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs. It seems the rest of the group had arrived during your time in the bedroom, and the kitchen is now packed.

“Lunch is almost here,” Courtney says. “Why don’t we all move out to the deck?”

The deck is just as big and lovely as the rest of the house, and you’re all enjoying lunch together when Shayne gets a text. He reads it and then says “ Uh oh.”

“What’s the problem?” Erin asks.

“Brennen isn’t coming.”

“Is he okay?” Heidi questions.

“Yea he’s good, said his cousins decided to surprise him with a visit. Well, looks like we’ll need a new grill master.”

“Y/N can do it,” Spencer says, casually volunteering you.

“You grill?” Kiana asks from across the table.

Suddenly all eyes are on you and you quickly answer, “Yea, I used to spend my summers working at the local pools snack bar. Flipped lots of hamburgers and hot dogs.”

“Sounds like you’re more than qualified,” Erin says.

With that minor crisis now solved, you all finish lunch and head to the beach. The water is freezing, as to be expected, but it’s so hot out that it actually feels refreshing. At least, for a few minutes at a time.

When the sun shifts to indicate evening is coming, everyone starts to make their way back to the house in pairs and small groups. You take a quick shower and while you’re finishing your hair Spencer walks in.

“Hey babe,” he says.

“Hi, you’re looking a little pink.”

“I just blush when I see you.”

“Oh so it’s not sunburn?” You ask teasingly.

“Totally not sunburn. Not at all.”

“If you say so. There’s aloe in my makeup bag. In case your ‘blush’ starts to hurt.”

“Where are you going?” He asks as you start to walk out of the room.

“Most people are back and getting hungry. I’m gonna start the grill,” you explain.

“You really don’t need to cook for everyone. I didn’t mean to volunteer you like that,” he says, slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t mind at all! I love grilling, I just, I really hope I don’t fuck it all up and ruin dinner.”

“Oh, honey, that’s not gonna happen. And even if the grill does catch fire and burn the food to a crisp then we just order pizza!” He says with a shrug. You smile, impressed at how easily he always cheers you up.

He kisses you quickly before saying, “I’ll be down in a bit, you good without me until then?”

“I think I can hold my own,” you reply.

Throughout the evening you find yourself talking with more of his friends than ever, and enjoying every conversation. People come up to you and hang out as you cook. They have nothing but compliments for everything you make, including the cupcakes you’d brought.

And later that night there’s a knock on your bedroom door and Angela is quietly inviting you to join the girls for a late night swim.

You quickly throw on a bathing suit and run down to the beach with the group. It’s nearly midnight, and the experience is exhilarating.

When you finally wake up the next morning Spencer is bringing you a cup of tea, just like any morning you wake up together.

“Late night,” he inquires and you tell him about what you’d gotten up to. He looks at you with an endeared smile on his face.

“What?” You ask and he replies, “Nothing. It just makes me really happy to see you hanging out with my friends.” There’s a lot left unsaid there, but he doesn’t have to speak the words to know you’re on the same page. How this weekend away is hopefully the first of many in the future. The future that you plan to spend together.

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AN: Happy 4th to those who celebrate! Thanks for reading!

Next week will be an Ian story!

#spencer agnew x reader #smosh fanfiction

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brook1yn-baby · 1 year

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all mine

main 4 dating hcs <3

characters; kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, eric cartman x gender-neutral reader

warnings; just a smidge of smut :3

a/n; first actual post 😱 also theyre like 18/19 in this

kyle broflovski:

he’s absolutely lovesick.

bro wrote and performed a love song for rebecca when he was in 3rd grade

you can be damn sure he’s doing that and more for you

only in private though, not big on pda, especially when you’re around his friends

you both know how much he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to put on a show when you’re in public

he’ll sling a loose arm around your shoulders while he’s talking to the guys or sit next to you during lunch, little things that tell you he’s still yours

his jealousy does sometimes get the better of him though

probably a little insecure in the relationship, scared he’s gonna lose you to cartman like he did with heidi

one time the five of you were at a party and kyle started squaring up to guy who’d asked you if you were single

sorta gave you the ick but he made up for it by walking you home, giving you a tipsy goodnight kiss and a lopsided grin before stumbling over your porch steps and heading back to stan’s place, the other guys having to hold him up the whole way there

that was the first and last time you’d seen him drink

after you told him about his attempt to fight some random guy, he decided that it’d probably be better for everyone if he stuck to being the designated driver

oh and he loves how close you are with his family

the first time he invited you over for dinner, he was terrified about his parents embarrassing him

almost cancelled when his mom wouldn’t stop saying that her ‘little bubaleh’ was in love

still, you managed to charm them the whole night, asking questions about gerald’s job and helping sheila clean up after dinner, even enduring ike’s constant questioning about if you and kyle were gonna get married

that’s when he knew he’d found the right one

definitely ended the night with your guys’ first kiss <3

stan marsh:

i’m gonna be honest he’s a fucking loser

definitely not the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had, but probably the best you were gonna get in south park

it’s a small town and options are slim, so you often had to give stan the benefit of the doubt

absolutely terrible at replying to messages

if you two aren’t physically together, you probably don’t talk

luckily for you, he’s a whiny bitch and will most definitely complain when he’s not with you

meaning most of your free time is spent at his house, listening as he practices guitar, playing video games or just laying in his arms

you could go to his and just nap the whole time and he’d still be happier than if you weren’t with him

you know his relationship with his dad isn’t the best, so you have to be prepared for many late-night ‘can i come over’ texts

most of the time it’s because randy’s drunk or just being a dick and he can’t stand to be around him

and obviously, you’re his safe place

sometimes though, his messages are a little less innocent

he’s a teenage boy at the end of the day, and he has needs

(as do you ;))

you and stan have a pretty stable relationship in comparison to him and wendy, but there’s been times when you two had to go on a break

whether it’s because of his constant need to be around you or his drinking, sometimes you just needed space

you and shelley def complain about him together when you’re on a break

she’s a couple years older but she gets it better than anyone

her own relationship was pretty rocky too, so it was nice to just vent to eachother, probably with a bottle of wine and takeout

it was probably a little weird that you still hung out with his sister when you and him were on a break, but you honestly didn’t care

you and stan never stay broken up for long though, the both of you eventually crawling back

maybe it was a little toxic, maybe you knew it wasn’t really gonna last, but for now, you had him and he had you

that’s all that mattered <3

kenny mccormick:

good old kenny mcwhoremick.

despite the rumours of his promiscuous lifestyle, his body count was actually significantly lower than you expected

not that you cared; you were actually quite happy that he was so experienced- not many boys your age knew how to pleasure both themselves and their partner

he wasn’t just great in bed, either

he’s quick to fall for you, infatuated with you after just a few meetings

immediately takes on a sort of caring role in the relationship, definitely protective, similarly to how he looks after karen

it was nice to have someone so doting, though you had to remind him a few times that you could take care of yourself

he simply shakes his head, stubborn as ever

speaking of karen, you adored her

anytime kenny invited you to his house, you spent most of your time playing dolls with her or letting her do your hair

he loved how motherly you acted towards her

probably got him thinking about starting a family with you tbh

he absolutely loves showing you off, be it with pda, on social media, whatever

you were his and he wanted everyone to know

definitely has a highlight on insta dedicated to photos of you, and a playlist of songs that remind him of you

(also of songs that he’d thought about fucking you to)

though you do spend lots of time at his house now, he was really against the idea when you first started dating

you’d suggest watching a movie at his place and he’d come up with some excuse to do it at yours instead

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he was just embarrassed of where he lived after years of teasing from the other boys

one day you decided to show up out of the blue, wanting to surprise him for his birthday with presents

he’s gobsmacked when he opens the door, quickly trying to divert your attention away from the mess in his living room, his parents passed out on the couch

you reassure him that you don’t mind, asking if he wanted you to go; you really wanted to stay and see his reactions to your gifts, but you weren’t going to push him if he was uncomfortable

he was relieved when you said you didn’t mind, finally inviting you in

it was the first time he’d let a partner into his house which was terrifying in itself, but he calmed down when he saw how relaxed you seemed, getting comfy on his bed and waiting for him to open his presents

you obviously didn’t care how messy his home was, or how his parents weren’t the best at looking after their kids

you only cared about him <3

eric cartman:

listen, as much as i love the enemies to lovers trope with cartman, i love the fake dating trope even more

(and i love combining the two the most teehee)

cartman had recently received some pretty embarrassing information about you, and decided to make the most of it while he’s coming up with his newest scheme

you had had a crush on one of the other boys in your class for a few months and, even though you’d only told your closest friends, somehow he’d found out

so, in order to make heidi jealous, he’d forced you to be his pretend partner in exchange for not telling your crush you liked him

it was humiliating- having to hold his hand as he walked you to class, sitting with him at lunch, enduring his sickly-sweet pet names..

..only at first, though

after a few weeks, you’d come to enjoy the routine the fake relationship provided

you also found that you actually liked spending time with eric, and he could be pretty funny when it was just you two

you did your best to shove your feelings down, slightly ashamed and pissed off that you liked him, of all people

still, it couldn’t be helped- you had stopped staring longingly at your crush during class, eyes fixed on cartman across the room

it didn’t help that heidi didn’t seem too jealous either, causing him to ramp up the ‘pretend’ affection

when you were around him, he acted like he couldn’t get enough of you; playing with your hair, caressing your face, all the while keeping a strong arm around your shoulders, like he wanted to keep you close to him

as much as you liked the attention he was giving you, it was infuriating knowing he was only like this to get heidi back

it all came to a head when he tried to kiss you as she walked past you both in the hallway

you pushed him back, all of the feelings you’d been forcing down suddenly overflowing, choking on tears as you walked away

you knew when he didn’t bother following you that this relationship really was just pretend to him

it wasn’t until later that night when he showed up on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, sighing, that you realised maybe you were wrong

he obviously wasn’t big on apologising but tried his best, looking slightly annoyed as he admitted that he’d only blackmailed you into being his fake partner because he knew you’d say no if he actually asked you out

his logic was completely insane to you, but from eric’s point of view, he genuinely saw it as his only option to call you his partner

your heart melted as you thought about how he went through all that just because he had a crush on you

you don’t say anything in response, shocking him a little as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest

sure, you’d hugged before, but it was awkward and emotionless, just pretend

this was different- his arms enveloped you, pulling you close as you felt him laugh

he was most definitely gonna tease you later for being ‘obsessed’ with him, but you could deal with it

after all, you were really, actually his <3

#brook1yn-baby #south park #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #headcanon #fanfic

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volterran-wine · 5 months

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Drunken Joy || Demetri, Felix & Heidi

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒: "Could I have some drunk head canons of Felix, Demetri and Heidi, generally and with a mate, do they get flirty, sentimental? Let’s say there was a celebration or something and that’s why they’re tipsy, you can do just them being drunk or looking after a tipsy s/o if you like, whatever you like! I just got the image of Demetri trying to dance despite being adorably uncoordinated, Heidi being giggly and Felix telling stories x"

I feel like these three together is either the most wonderful and fun time, or someone ends up crying because they lean on one another so much. But adding a mate into the mix as well? Oh it is downright asking for a scandalous tale.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! None.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎

If Felix has a mate: When this man is sober he looks at his significant other as if they hung the moon and stars, when drunk it is as if his mate is god incarnate; and him their humble servant. He would spend most of the evening holding their hand or allowing them to fully lean on to him as they got deeper into their cups. He would not shy away from telling stories about his mate, proclaiming how much he adores them every chance they get; much to the amusement of both Heidi and Demetri. If you acquire Felix as a mate there will never be a moment he does not remind someone how much he loves them.

If Heidi has a mate: Oh she would be exceptionally soft with a mate when she has a few glasses of blood-wine in her system, eyes sparkling with a love that is hard to describe with mere words. More than once she would leave lipstick marks against their cheek with a grace only Heidi possesses. If Demetri tries to get cheeky with her mate however, Heidi will promptly scold him; something that would leave Felix and her mate keeling over with laughter. If the tracker and executioner get a little too inebriated, Heidi and her mate will take care of the two fools, small glances shared as Heidi invites her mate into her life more thoroughly.

If Demetri has a mate, and he has not accepted them: He would sit as far away from the mate through out the entire evening, no matter how many times Heidi keeps elbowing him. For being a fun drunk he is quiet for the first time in centuries, half-heartedly glaring at Felix for attempting to bring him together with his so called fated mate. Though he keeps his distance he does make sure they feel alright, asking if they are having a good time several times. On the morrow Felix and Heidi would be teasing him about being unable to keep his eyes off of his soon to be mate; Demetri goes for an extra long walk that day.

If Demetri has a mate, and he has accepted them: The tracker will simply not leave his mate alone for one moment, either he will be touching them constantly or draped across their lap as if he is starring in some extravagant painting; blood-wine sloshing out of his glass and on to the floor from time to time. When his face is not tucked into their neck he is probably kissing their cheeks or dragging them into a dance. If I am to be entirely honest, Demetri would most likely herd his significant other back to his own quarters for some intimate fun.

#Demetri Volturi #Felix Volturi #Heidi Volturi #Demetri Volturi Headcanon #Felix Volturi Headcanon #Heidi Volturi Headcanon #Twilight #Twilight Renaissance

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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 year

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The baby brains

𖤐Pairing: husband! König x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: heartaching toothrotting fluff, wholesome, a child genius, typical elementary school bully, fighting, married couple, kissing, badly translated German, language,

𖤐Summary: König’s and Y/n’s 6-year-old daughter Heidi is known as what the teachers call her ‘a child genius’ she is very smart and gets the best grades in her class, but due to her being smart, that also leads her to get bullied by the other kids

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Heidi was sitting in her class doing some extra work after getting done with one of her assignments. She was almost done with this assignment next.

She went to her teacher's desk and placed the extra work on her desk, and she was given a sticker for her good work, every student gets a sticker once they're done with their work. Heidi just gets a few extra stickers.

Heidi went back to her desk and grabbed a book from her desk cubby and opened it, she read hard chapter books that were in 9th grade reading level.

Heidi placed her extra sticker on her bookmark that was covered in other stickers. Heidi used her bookmark to move down a sentence so she wouldn't get confused and reread the same line again.

"Why do you keep getting extra stickers?" Romy, a girl in Heidi's class said as she walked up to her and pointed to her bookmark with the stickers.

"I don't know? Because I do my work?" Heidi said, showing her bookmark.

"I do extra work and I never get an extra sticker," Romy said with her hands on her hips.

"Then go ask Mrs.Ludwig to for an extra sticker if you do extra work," Heidi said.

Romy took Heidi's bookmark and ripped it in front of her. Heidi stood up and grabbed the torn bookmark and she grabbed Romy's shirt collar.

"Why would you do that!?" Heidi said, Mrs.Ludwig looked up from her doing paperwork and saw Heidi grabbing Romy's shirt.

"Girls, girls, what are you two doing?" She asked, grabbing Heidi's hands to let go of Romy's shirt.

"She ripped my bookmark."

"She keeps getting extra stickers and it makes me mad, I do extra work and I never get extra stickers."

"Romy...you don't do extra work, that's why you don't get extra stickers, and Heidi you can't put your hands on Romy like that okay?"

"Yes ma'am," the girls both said at the same time.

"Good, I will be calling both of your parents for this," the girls just nodded, and Romy went back to her desk and Heidi sat back down in her seat.

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Y/n was at work doing some paperwork till her phone was rung. She looked down seeing the school calling her, she rubbed her eyes getting prepared for the phone call.

Y/n answered the phone and in her nicest voice she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs.King?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Mrs.Ludwig, Heidi's teacher, I'm just letting you know that Heidi has almost got into a fight with one of the other girls Romy Weber. Over Romy ripping Heidi's bookmark because Heidi gets extra stickers for doing her work..."

"Over...a bookmark?" Y/n rubbed her eyes.

"Yes...it's a little silly, but I am supposed to report to parents about every little thing that happens in the classroom even over something about a bookmark ripping and almost causing a fight," Mrs.Ludwig said, and she gave an awkward laugh.

"I understand, I'll have a talk with her once she gets home, thank you for telling me."

"Of course, have a good day, Mrs.King," Mrs.Ludwig hung up the phone.

Y/n went to text and was going to text her husband König, he was back on the field for a while, he comes home around midnight and gets 4 hours of sleep and has to leave around 5 in the morning and repeats.

Liebe: *König, your daughter almost got into a fight at school*

King: *Sie wird unser Tod sein (she's gonna be the death of us)*

Liebe: *And it was over one of the girls ripping a bookmark*

King: *zur Hölle (The fuck) that's so fucking stupid. If my daughter put her hands on you, it was probably over something else, then a ripped bookmark, ridiculous* *And this is the third time they've called about this girl causing problems with Heidi....I'll go back down there and put my two cents in*

Y/n could tell König was pissed and a pissed König was the hottest thing ever.

Liebe: I mean, I'm not opposed to it*

King: *Nah, I'll do it when something actually bad happens*

Y/n just giggled at her husband.

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3:30PM

Y/n waited at the bus stop for her daughter. Heidi soon got off the bus and walked with her head down knowing she's probably in trouble. She looked up at her mom and gave a lazy smile.

"Heidi, you're not in trouble, come on," Y/n said as they headed inside their home.

"But mama, she ripped my bookmark because I get extra work..."

"I know, baby, but you can't just put your hands on someone, do you understand?" Heidi just nodded her head. "Your father will have a talk with you later, okay?"

"Okay," Heidi said.

Heidi put her bag in her bedroom and walked back downstairs and grabbed an apple as a snack. She sat on the couch to watch her afternoon cartoons but that was soon stopped by Y/n.

"Nah, nah, since you almost got into a fight, you will have to play outside with the neighborhood kids," Y/n said with her hands on her hips and Heidi groaned.

"But mama-"

"Don't 'but mama' me, go get your bike and go play outside with them, okay?" Heidi hated playing with the neighborhood kids, mainly because she thinks that since she's smart, she shouldn't play with children but kids who are around her sort of intelligence.

She grabbed her bike and sat on the seat in the driveway looking for the neighborhood kids, she saw them in the court going around in circles and playing tag with each other.

She rolled her eyes and went to the court and 'played' with the kids.

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Y/n could see Heidi play from the kitchen window. As Y/n was washing the dishes she got yet another phone call from the school.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Mrs.Meyer the principal from the high school, we have seen your child's Heidi King's test scores, and we would like to have her in the high school next year."

Y/n was stunned that her 1st grade child may go into high school with teenagers and young adults.

"I ummm~ I...that's insane..." Y/n stuttered.

"Yes, it is, and she will be the first child prodigy to come into high school, she will be a freshman when she comes into the high school."

Y/n could hear the smile on Mrs.Meyer's face.

"I would have to talk to my husband about it and call back on a decision."

"Yes, of course, our office hours are 7:00am to 4:00pm, just to let you know whenever you want to call."

"Of course, thank you."

They both hung up and Y/n rubbed her temple, that's crazy that the high school wants her to come and be part of the high school.

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Midnight

König came back in the house, taking his boots off at the door and removed his mask, he took a deep breath and removed all his gear at the door as well, leaving him in his black camo pants and black tight shirt, that hugged his muscles perfectly.

König opened the fridge and grabbed some leftovers from the night before, he was about to heat up the microwave and could see a plate sitting inside the microwave.

"We saved you some," Y/n's voice sounded horsed and tired. She rubbed her tired eyes and König turned to look at her and she was wearing one of his shirts that stopped at her mid-thigh and one side of the shirt just exposing her black panties.

He smirked at her and pulled her close to his chest and he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, honig (honey)."

"Sure," she walked to the other side of the counter and sat on the stool and looked at him move the plate in front of her.

"Why are you up?" He asked.

"Heard you come home...the high school called me."

König looked confused. "Why?"

"They saw her test scores and they want her to come into the high school next year and be a freshman. I told them I'd talk to you about it before I call them back with an answer."

"I think that's amazing...but I'm worried she may get picked on there then in high school."

"No, people will respect her in some sort of way. She's the smartest kid, we know, and the high school want her," Y/n said as König smiled and ate his food.

Y/n and König headed upstairs to their bedroom; Y/n fell on her side going back to sleep as König was getting some comfy clothes on. He walked out his bedroom a little bit and headed down the hall to his daughter's bedroom.

She was still up; she had a flashlight on one of her chapter books, she immediately hid the book and turned off the flashlight, but she knows she can't act dumb, her daddy knows better.

"Kleines Mädchen (baby girl) come now, you have to go to bed, Es ist Mitternacht (it's midnight)."

"Ich bin nicht müde, Papa (I'm not tired, daddy)."

"I don't care if you are or not, Du brauchst deinen Schlaf (you need your sleep)."

"Fein (fine)," Heidi groans. She put her flashlight and book away in her nightstand drawer. König sat on the edge of her bed and kissed her forehead.

"Gute Nacht, Baby (good night, baby)." He said as he walked out of her bedroom and headed back to his bedroom.

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König had gotten up ready for work. Y/n walked into the bathroom with König. He smirked seeing her, his hands went to her waist pulling her into a good morning kiss.

"Guten Morgen mein Liebling (good morning, my love)," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Morning, König," she said.

"Oh, you were asleep, but I went into Heidi's room, and she was still awake."

"Oh, that girl, she better get up and ready for school soon. I'll also call the high school to let them know that we've made up our mind and will let Heidi go to high school, but we need to let Heidi know."

"Oh yeah, I know," he kissed her lips again. "I'll have to get going soon," he said.

"Okay, have fun."

"You know I won't," he said, smacking her butt before leaving the bedroom.

"Give your kisses to Heidi," Y/n said.

"I know, I will."

Heidi was already up and getting ready for school. König opened her door slowly and saw her up and putting her work folder back in her backpack.

"Heidi."

"Good morning, papa," she said. König picked his daughter up and kissed her temple.

"I have to go to work, I'll be home later," he told her and placed her back on the ground.

"We also have something to tell you, Heidi," Y/n said, stepping into her daughter's bedroom and trapped König inside with her, so he couldn't just dart off just yet.

"Oh yeah," he said, turning to his daughter.

"What?" She asked.

"Next year for school...the high school called me yesterday and would like you to go and be a freshman..." Y/n said.

Heidi's eyes lit up with excitement that she could be in high school, she's excited that she gets to leave the elementary school behind and start high school.

"YES REALLY!!?"

"Yes, baby," Y/n said, kissing her daughter's cheek.

𖤐AN: Hi, I may do a part two with this fic to show what Heidi may through when she starts High school and is in a new environment and how things may go with her and the new faces in the school

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Playing Doctor (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett will literally do anything to get out of going to the doctor, but a little roleplaying goes a long way

Warnings: SMUT, parenthood, Rhett trying to get out of going to the doctor's, cancer scare etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist

You groaned when you saw the number for the missed call on the answering machine for the phone in the kitchen.

"You ok hon?" Cecelia asked as she began prepping the raw green beans for dinner.

"That's the third time this week," you huffed. "Rhett was supposed to go for a doctor's appointment on Friday and it's Tuesday."

Cecelia chuckled a little. "Typical Rhett," she said. "Him and Royal are two of the same. They'll think of any excuse to not go, they both hate going."

"I know Cece, it's just annoying," you sighed, helping her snap off the ends of the green beans.

"Annoying as it is, they still need to be careful," Cecelia remarked. "Still haven't forgotten Roy's reaction when they found that cyst in my left tit last year"

"Ooooooh."

"Yep," Cecelia continued. "Nasty, nasty stuff. Mom had breast cancer and so didn't Aunt Anna, Aunt Betty and Aunt Mariah."

"Isn't that what Oma Heidi had too?" you asked.

"Oh Roy's mother had it bad," Cecelia answered. "Both his father and my father had it too but part of that was because his father was over in Vietnam and my father smoked for forty two plus years."

You and Cecelia chattered away when you heard Rhett trailing through the door, groaning as he kicked off his boots and hung his tan carhartt jacket up on the hook.

"Hey Ma," he said, greeting his mother cheerfully. "Something smells real good, what's for dinner?"

"The prime rib your father had sitting in the drop freezer," Cecelia answered. "By the way, I think ya'll might've missed something this afternoon."

"Huh?" Rhett said, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"I saw a message on the answering machine from the doctor's office," you said, giving him 'the look'.

"Oh um......yeah about that......ya see, a funny thing happened, Wes called and one of the cows had a breach birth and......"

"RHETT!!!!!"

"Hey ya'll try havin some creepy old dude feelin up your nuggets!" Rhett blurted out. "It's awkward as hell!!"

"Rhett need I remind ya'll that I have to have my tits felt up every six months?" Cecelia reminded him.

"No, but it's still awkward!"

"Oh you wanna talk about awkward?" you chuckled. "You wanna hear about my last gyno appointment?"

"NO!!"

"Well first she takes a speculum, which is like a freezing cold pair of salad tongs and widens the hole a little bit," you explained, delighting in watching him squirm. "And then she takes a little stick and scrapes my cervix......."

"LA LA LA LA!!!!! I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL!!!!" Rhett interrupted, covering his ears. "I can't hear ya'll!!!!"

"MY CERVIX DAMNIT!!!"

Rhett ran right out of the room and hurried upstairs to wash up for dinner, leaving you and your mother-in-law to laugh it off.

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Rhett fucking HATED being in the doctor's office.

He hated the cold, sterile feeling of the room, the smell of rubbing alcohol, but most of all, that you had managed to lure him to the truck with a trail of mini KitKat bars and the fact that he had been gullible enough to take the bait. But here he was, sitting in Pete's exam room in nothing but his shorts and awaiting the awkwardness that was to ensue.

The door creaked open and in walked Pete, one of only a few doctors in the whole of Wabang who had known the Abbotts since Royal was knee high.

"Ah there's Wabang's favorite bull rider," Pete remarked. "How's it going Rhett?"

"Not alot of complaints Pete," Rhett said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well that's good," Pete said, glancing at his clipboard. "Wow.....looks like the last time you had a physical was the turn of the century."

Rhett made a face and nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you came in when you did," Pete remarked as he began probing Rhett's neck and along his jaw with his fingers. "According to the medical records you had some pretty nasty injuries with a bull last year."

Rhett had remembered clearly the ornery son of a bitch that had landed him in the ER right around the time of Amy's second birthday and having to have concussion tests every two weeks. "Quit the bull riding about a month ago," he said, squirming a little at the feeling of Pete's fingers on his neck.

"Good on you," Pete chuckled. "Told my son the same thing. Deep breath for me."

Rhett took four deep breaths as Pete listened to his lungs and then his heart. Good God he hated the feeling of that thing moving all over his chest and under his left tit and especially along his belly.

"Anything hurt?" Pete asked as his fingertips began probing Rhett's abdomen.

Rhett shook his head.

Good grief his hands were gnarled and cold. He winced a little when Pete felt up around his bellybutton, not from pain but from the uncomfortable wave of awkwardness that washed over him.

"Alright, looks good," Pete remarked. "Mind rolling over on your side for me?"

Rhett rolled over so Pete didn't have to see his face scrunching up, more so when Rhett heard the snap of a rubber glove.

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You came up from the basement with a pile of freshly dried laundry in the basket. The house was relatively quiet seeing as Amy had gone down for a nap, but the sight of your husband laying on the couch with a grumpy pout on his face told you that something wasn't as it seemed.

"Alright, talk to me cowboy," you said, setting the laundry down near the coffee table. "What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," he said flatly.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Come on," you purred, slithering all over Rhett, the same way Garfield usually did. "I know something's up."

"I just had my balls and my asshole diddled by a creepy old dude with gnarled hands," Rhett answered, barely moving.

You snorted and giggled a little.

"I mean it darlin I ain't goin again," Rhett insisted.

"Rhett."

"I mean it."

"Ok, you know what you need?" you said. "I think you need a little help and that entails a little roleplaying."

Rhett arched his eyebrows. "Roleplaying?" he asked.

You nodded. It was something you did with your fifth graders when they were practicing for the spring play and had done with them ever since you had first had them in first grade.

Rhett joined you upstairs in the bedroom as you dug around looking for some things that your friend, Tara, had been storing at the house. You found her extra scrubs and medical equipment while Rhett stripped himself down to his shorts and seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"Can I get your name and date of birth sir?" you asked him.

"Only if ya'll buy me dinner first," Rhett answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Name and date of birth please sir," you told him.

"Mike Rotch, January twenty-nine, ninety three," Rhett answered with a shit eating grin.

"Mike R......NO!!!!!"

Rhett laughed, an annoyed groan escaping your throat as you began to probe his neck and jaw, feeling his lymphnodes for anything out of the ordinary. You could feel the low purr in his throat as he leaned in for a kiss which you couldn't help but return.

"Mind laying back for me?" you asked him.

Rhett lay on his back before you began to gently probe his belly with your fingertips. "Lower," he said. "Just a little lower........nah that's still too high......there you go....."

You rolled your eyes, still feeling lower and lower until you hit pubes. A naughty little thought had bloomed in your head as you took his flaccid dick in your hand.

"Oh woah wait....wait a sec what are you....??" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Oh I'm sorry, where does it hurt? Here?" you asked him cheekily.

Rhett groaned as you slowly gave him a few gentle tugs and rubbed the underside of his balls. "Fuck......feels so good darlin," he hissed.

You took his dick in your hand again, gently massaging and caressing his shaft and his tip with your thumb until he had hardened right in your grip. "You sure it hurts there?"

"Feels so fuckin good," he groaned again, thrusting his hips into your hand.

You leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, your tongue slipping over his bottom lip and into his mouth to sneak a taste of him. "Well hello nurse," Rhett purred.

You giggled as you helped him get the scrubs off. Rhett practically tore your panties off of you, shoving his cock deep inside your already wet pussy. You moaned feeling his lips and tongue on the curve of your neck, his hips ramming into yours with so much force that the bed shook and knocked against the wall. You felt him gutter into you just moments later, the both of you out of breath and thoroughly fucked enough to forget your troubles.

"Feel better?" you asked, your head resting on Rhett's chest.

"Loads better," Rhett purred.

"Think you'll go back once a year from now on?"

Rhett kissed your lips and rolled on top of you, pressing you a bit further into the mattress. "For you darlin? Anything."

And ever since then, you never had a problem getting Rhett to go back to the doctor's office.

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Strictly Pleasure - Part 20 (Jek x Heidi)

orc x human | age gap | paranormal romance 20 of ?

Summary: An awkward fresh-out-of-a-relationship woman and an orc that owns a sex store enter an adult theater together. She, intent on pushing her own boundaries. He, just looking to give her some sense of safety. Well, that and he wouldn’t complain about having a bit of fun himself.

After they inevitably get interrupted, Jek deals with the problem while Heidi flees. Resigned, he believes he’ll never see her again.

Thus begins Jek and Heidi’s sporadic interactions until, eventually, they find themselves fumbling around each other daily at the very place it started: Strictly Pleasure.

Part 1 - Master List - Part 19

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Closing the front door, she leaned back against it and breathed through her nose, blinking back tears. Being responsible really sucked sometimes. She really did want him to stay.

The squeak of her son’s bedroom door opening made Heidi brace. After a half-beat of silence, Malachai finally asked, “You okay, mom?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” Pushing herself off the door, she flashed her son a smile, hoping her eyes didn’t look too glassy.

The boy shot her a furtive look, his nose wrinkling with skepticism. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m just…” Just what? Fawning over her employer? That wasn’t a good look to her impressionable son. Pausing, Heidi took a deep breath, gathering her words. Even when she spoke, she fidgeted with her hands, tugging at her fingers. “Sometimes when big things happen, having someone – another adult – around to help is nice.”

Behind his glasses, Malachai’s eyes narrowed. He nodded toward the door, in the direction Jek had gone. “And you want him to be the other adult around?”

Under her son’s intent expression, Heidi gave a helpless shrug and tried not to flush. Sometimes, she wished Malachai wasn’t so straightforward, though she knew she only had herself to blame for that. “I needed help and he stepped up. That means a lot to me.”

Another quiet fell between Heidi and Malachai as he tilted is head to the side. His eyes flickered around the apartment, as if he were reading some script on the walls. Finally, he looked back to his mother, giving a lackadaisical shrug at odds with his earlier suspicions aimed at Jek. “Yeah, I get it.”

Offering her son another soft smile, Heidi closed the distance between them. She briefly laid her hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m going to go lay down for a little bit. Will you be okay?”

“As long as I can play on my MegaGame Station.” Malachai raised a hand to his mother’s grip, squeezing her in return as he grinned. Exhaustion still hung in his eyes, pinging at Heidi’s guilt.

“Sure, knock yourself out.” Her hand slid from his shoulder as she headed toward her room, waving him toward the living room.

Pausing at the door to her bedroom, she watched Malachai bound off into he living room. Soon, the beginning strings of the MegaGame Station powering up filled the living room as he gathered up snacks for his ravenous teenage appetite.

If she hadn’t known better, it could have been any other late weekday afternoon. Sometimes, she forgot how resilient kids were. That thought perked up hope in her head, but she still ducked into her room and headed toward the bed.

They’d be okay, no matter what happened. That’s what Heidi told herself as she flopped onto her bed, trying not to pinpoint Jek’s scent among the tangled sheets.

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The following week after being served seemed to both speed by and sluggishly drag. Getting a lawyer, planning the next steps, adjusting finances, and just waiting for the paternity results kept Heidi’s mind whirling. Even during slow moments at work, her thoughts would turn toward court, lawyers, judges.

Thankfully, Jek served as a distraction. He got her mind off things, assigned her easy tasks that kept her mind busy, and always promised he would help in any way Heidi asked. As thankful as she was for his continued support, she could never bring herself to ask anything of him.

Well, other than the late night texts which may or may not have veered into inappropriate territory.

Jek felt like a dog plodding along at the heels of their owner. Every smile, every wistful look, every late-night conversation made his imaginary tail wag. Just being able to make life easier for Heidi was his calling in the moment.

Which was why, when Heidi came to work nearly ten days after the trip to the clinic, Jek cut his conversation with Gnadi short to greet her.

His greeting died on his lips the moment he saw her face.

A storm cloud of emotion danced over her expression. Anger and frustration hardened her gaze, her cheeks red with fury. And those eyes were focused on him. “What did you do, Jek?”

“What?” Jek blinked, taken aback by her upset. In the back of his mind, he flipped through what could have potentially made her mad at him. Other than the outlandish and unlikely, he was coming up blank.

“What. Did. You. Do,” Heidi reiterated as she slapped a stapled sheaf of papers onto the checkout counter.

Jek’s gaze fell to the papers, confusion dotting his thoughts as he noticed the clinic’s header at the top. His eyebrows furrowed deeper as his eyes gleaned the words, slowly picking up the papers. Tilting his glasses off his face, he brought the papers closer. Maybe he needed a new prescription.

Even with his old eyes, however, the words on the paper remained the same.

Her frustration flared the longer Jek stared at the papers. Slapping her hands down, she leaned over the counter toward him. “Who did you bribe, Mr. Hot Shot Rockstar?”

“I didn’t–“ Jek jerked back, eyes widening as he stared down at Heidi. He didn’t get a chance to finish his defense as she continued on, which was just as well. Despite his penchant for words, he was finding it hard to make sense of anything.

“You shouldn’t have done this without telling me.” Heidi threw her hands into the air and stomped down the length of the register counter. She faintly realized Gnadi was there, watching the proceedings with intrigue, but her mind was on a singular track. “Hells, you shouldn’t have done it period!”

Worries swirled about her thoughts. What would happen with the litigation now? Would Artuk demand another paternity test? Would she be in trouble for Jek’s actions? Could this affect her custody over Malachai?

Despite all these concerns, one little thorn dug in deeper and deeper: what if it was true?

“I mean, if you asked me to I would’ve totally done this, but I didn’t do anything you didn’t explicitly ask me to do.”

Heidi spun toward him, a hard look in her eyes. “You didn’t?”

“No, I swear.” He raised his hands up in a universal sign of surrender.

“Then what is this?” She approached the counter again, making a harsh motion toward the papers even as her eyes didn’t turn from Jek. She wanted to believe him. Gods, she wanted him to be telling the truth. Let this whole thing be a misunderstanding, a technical error that benefited her in the courts.

But if it wasn’t a technical error, how the hell had this happened? Confused tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she stubbornly blinked her eyes to keep them from falling.

Uncertain of what to say, he just stared back at Heidi. His thoughts overtaken by the same confusion consuming her. Guilt panged through him, watching her fight back tears.

“I- I-“ Jek blinked, his gaze flicking down to the counter. He tried to slog through the memories, tried to recall even the smallest hints of an answer. A jumble of memories, of sounds, of nights drinking or doing illicit things rattled through his brain. He had decades of wild parties locked away in his noggin.

There was one memory, though. A night that had led to years of embarrassment, of wanting, of musing. Something he had shoved to the far reaches of his mind. Jek slowly brought his gaze to Heidi, still struggling to find his words.

Unnoticed by Heidi and Jek, Gnadi had slid the papers over to them and scanned through the words. The faun hummed, before making a wholly unhelpful observation. “Well, this top paper looks like a negative paternity test for someone named Artuk and this paper–“ Gnadi stopped short, eyes slightly widening before jumping between Heidi and Jek. “Oh my.”

Heidi’s attention shot to Gnadi, who jerked back under her intense look. The faun’s recoil had her stepping back, mortified at her own complicated situation. Running a hand down her burning face, groaning as her thoughts whirpooled around her head, Heidi tried to find something that made sense.

A faint recollection pounded at the back of her head, but she couldn’t look at it head-on. It was too hard to focus on the one singular thought. Even if it was the answer to everything.

An undercurrent rippled beneath her thoughts. A simple string of words formed a mindboggling question, sliding between the quiet of her synapses.

How was Gujek Korgak her son’s biological father?

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Babette reference redo

#click for full images #ocs #hung up heidi #60s oc #60s aesthetic #50s oc #50s aesthetic #girl group oc #the other members of the immaculate angels will be drawn soon!#:3

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Nailing it!

This is an unofficial, spiritual follow up / tribute to @misseviehyde and @amiee-bee’s wonderful 5 part ‘magic nails’ series. Hope everyone (especially Evie and Amiee) like it!

Heidi stood in the school parking lot, alone after the bell had rang, watching the rest of the students file in. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, her best friend Lara had been standing right next to her, giggling and gossiping about the other girls in their class. But now, Lara was gone. She had been sent to boarding school, leaving Heidi all alone in their small town high school.

Heidi had been a geeky freshman before she met Lara who brought out the mean girl in her. Quite literally. The two had become fast friends due to their love of math and reading and hung out all the time but it was Lara who suggested they go to the salon and get their nails done. Heidi had been apprehensive at first, hating the superficial nature of a salon, but Aimee the owner put her at ease with her almost trance like soothing words.

Unbeknownst to both girls, the salon specialized in magic nails and once Aimee had put on the first nail it had sealed Heidi’s fate of becoming a mean girl. Lara had watched in horror as her best friend transformed before her eyes into a beautiful but heartless bitch.

However after Heidi was done, it was Lara’s turn and Heidi made sure she got it done. Heidi watched with delight as Lara transformed into her bitchy besty. After that day they were unstoppable.

Heidi became the queen bitch of their school, and Lara was her loyal number two. Together, they controlled the school, teasing and tormenting anyone who dared to cross them.

But now, as she sat alone in her empty classroom, Heidi couldn't help but wonder who she was without Lara. She just wasn’t having as much fun bullying or teasing.

“Oh honey that’s because you need a beta.” Aimee said to her one day when Heidi spilled her guts to her over a new manicure session.

“You are meant to rule like a true blue bitch. But you need a beta bitch to laugh at your jokes, compliment you, gossip with. It’s what gives you power. Can’t you bring me a girl to make into a new bitchy bestie for you?” Aimee said but she knew the answer.

“No, you know I can’t even afford these. If I hadn’t got Lara to pay for these in advance I wouldn’t even have these maintenance sessions and I’d be back to being dorky and lame.” Heidi said with a shudder.

“Well you’ll just have to find someone bitchy enough then but good luck finding anyone who can match that creation of mine.” Aimee said thinking back on Lara. She had been a fun corruption to do and a profitable one as well. Lara’s dad was filthy rich and once Lara became a superficial mean bitch she embraced the stereotype of spoilt rich daddy’s girl.

Aimee finished up and said goodbye to Heidi who felt refreshed from her nail top up but also still unsure what her next moves should be. That’s when Evie, the salon receptionist pulled her aside secretly.

“I couldn’t help but over hear your dilemma and I think I can help. I’ve been working on a new set of nails and I need someone to test them on.” Evie said in a hushed tone that made Heidi slightly uneasy.

“Well you must have heard that I can’t afford anything new and besides I don’t like the idea about being your science project.” Heidi said coldly.

“Not for you silly, for your potential new bestie. You bring me a girl and I’ll make you a new BFF. For free. No cost and no risk to you. What do you say?” Evie said.

Heidi’s eyes narrowed as she thought it over. It did sound like it was all upsides so what did she have to lose? Heidi nodded and accepted the plan.

“Then it’s a deal. Find me a blank canvas and I’ll give you a masterpiece. Oh and don’t tell Aimee, it’ll be our little secret.” Evie said with a wink.

As soon as Heidi was in school the next day she got to work on finding a new girl to become her number two, but she quickly realized that most of the other girls were lacking. The problem was that most had already been through years of bullying from herself and Lara. None of them would believe that she wanted to be friends with them now. She could never convince them to come to the nail salon with her, they’d all believe it was a trap. She could force one of them but it was too risky.

That’s when Heidi's gaze settled on Mia, the bookish plain girl in her class who was practically invisible to everyone else. Mia was the perfect candidate, a blank canvas just waiting to be painted. She was smart, but shy and timid, with no real friends to speak of. Best of all, she had just moved there from another school and had no history with Heidi or Lara.

Despite this it wasn't easy at first. Mia was wary of Heidi's advances, and it took some time for Heidi to win her over. Heidi was patient, taking things slow and building a genuine connection with Mia. She listened to Mia's problems and offered advice, and before long, Mia began to open up and trust Heidi. It was the perfect opportunity for Heidi to make her move.

"Come on, Mia, it'll be fun," Heidi said, grinning at her friend. "We'll go to the city and get our nails done and have a girls' day out. What do you say?"

Mia hesitated, fidgeting with the edges of her book. "I don't know, Heidi. I don't really like long nails. They make me feel uncomfortable."

Heidi rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You're always cooped up in the library, studying. You deserve a little bit of pampering. And besides, the salon I'm talking about is different. They have these special nails. Trust me, you'll love them."

Mia's eyes widened as she looked at her phone. "How come this place doesn’t have any reviews? It also says it’s closed when you want to go. It all sounds a little sketchy."

"It's not sketchy at all," Heidi insisted. "I go all the time and they're amazing. They helped give me the confidence and assertiveness I needed to stand up for myself. You deserve that too, Mia. You deserve to feel powerful and in control. I asked them to open early just for us."

Mia looked uncertain, but Heidi could see the temptation in her eyes. She knew she had Mia hooked.

"Please, Mia," Heidi begged, giving her friend an imploring look. "Just give it a try. I promise you won't regret it. Plus you’re always saying how much your biting your nails, this way it won’t be your actual nails."

Mia instinctively went to bite her nails out of nervousness and realized Heidi was right. She sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine. But if anything weird happens, I'm blaming you."

Heidi grinned triumphantly. "You won't regret it, I promise. Now come on, let's go get beautiful!"

Heidi and Mia arrived at the salon, a sense of excitement and nervousness in the air.

"Okay, so what do we do?" Mia asked, looking around nervously.

"First, we pick out the colors and styles we want," Heidi said, leading the way to the display of nail polish. "Then we sit down in the chairs and let the professionals take care of the rest."

Mia nodded, still looking uncertain. "And these nails, they're not going to hurt or anything, right?"

"Of course not," Heidi reassured her. "They're completely safe. And trust me, the benefits are worth it."

As they sat down in the chairs, Heidi secretly winked at Evie who was sitting at the station with Mia. Evie smiled back at her and replaced the nails Mia had chosen with a new set she had hidden away.

“Hey what about the set I picked out?” Mia said sounding concerned.

“I need to apply these first, these are what we consider a ‘foundation’ set. Once these have been placed on we can then add your selection.” Evie said with a smile that unnerved Mia slightly.

Mia looked over at Heidi, her hand already at her mouth biting her nails and a worried expression on her face. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Heidi smiled and squeezed Mia's hand. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Just trust me."

As Evie began to work on their nails, Heidi watched with a sense of satisfaction. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Soon, Mia would be a mean girl, and together, they would rule the school.

However as the magic nails were applied to Mia's fingers she was disappointed to see no change in Mia’s physical appearance. When Heidi had first put them on her hair grew thick and long, her breasts big and round and her skin smooth and tan. Mia looked the same with nearly all the nails on. Evie sensing Heidi’s disappointment launched into conversation with Mia.

“Ok Mia, we’re almost done with these, do you still want me to put on your choice of nails after this?” Aimee asked and Heidi watched with interest.

“Hmmm? Sorry I was a million miles away. The other nails? Ugh no I don’t know what I was thinking, these are perfect. I want to keep these.” Mia said in a slightly bratty voice putting Heidi’s worries slightly to rest.

“You just need to be patient with this new formula. It’s designed to release her ‘bitchification’ more gradual that yours or Lara’s did but should be more potent in the end. The slow release should also help her accept the change easier, if she figures out what’s happening too soon her body may reject them.” Evie said to Heidi alone as Mia waited outside after her nails were completed.

Mia couldn’t stop looking at her nails, admiring how they looked, they almost looked foreign on top of her tomboyish body and dress sense.

“Nails like these should have some tight outfits to match, just imagine how good they would look against a sleek and shiny dress wrapped around your curves.” A voice whispered in her mind making her nod in agreement. A change was in order.

“Come on Heidi, I want to go shopping!” Mia shouted from outside in a commanding tone that made Heidi reflectively yell “coming!” back to her.

Heidi watched Mia with curiosity for the rest of the day. Mia seemed more assured of herself as she strolled around the mall and dipped into store after store. She also appeared to have a new fashion sense. She picked out quite the mean girl attire that was certainly an improvement on her baggy hoodies and sweatpants.

“This was great today Heidi, thanks for convincing me to get these hawt nails.” Mia said as Heidi dropped her off at her house after their day of shopping.

“No problem Babe, I knew you’d love them. It’s going to be so good showing you off tomorrow at school. See you then.” Heidi said driving off. Mia felt a surge of excitement for tomorrow. She had always been one to fade into the background at school but now was looking forward to the limelight. In fact it was making her kind of horny. By the time she was up in her room the wicked voice had returned and was whispering in her head once more.

“Wouldn’t it feel so hawt to finger yourself with your new claws? It would be even hotter if you watched yourself do it in the mirror.”

She shoved her hand into her jeans and went straight for her aching pussy. She moaned as she felt the delight of stroking her clit with her new long nails on her. She stared at her reflection, watching herself finger her pussy.

“You’re going to look so fucking good tomorrow, all eyes will be on you.” The voice said making a soft moan escape Mia’s lips as she began picturing the scene of her strolling beside Heidi taking in everyone’s looks.

“Yesss everyone won’t be able to take their eyes off me.” She moaned as she imagined the scene.

As she massaged inside her pussy over and over again the formula of the nails started to react with her wetness, stripping off the coating ever so slightly. She groaned as her body began to react to the direct absorption of the formula.

Her breasts seemed to grow fuller and more pronounced, and her lips became plumper and more sensual. Even her hair seemed to change, lightening to a dyed blonde and took on more body and shine. Mia gasped as she watched her body change before her eyes but far from being afraid of what it meant, she hungered for more.

"Yesss! Don't stop! Keep going!" Mia exclaimed, her eyes glowing with a manic energy as the previous fantasy in her mind changed. She wasn’t strolling beside Heidi, instead Heidi was flanking her like a loyal 2nd. It felt more natural that way in her mind.

“Yesss you’re not a follower, your a leader. You don’t share the spotlight, you own the spotlight!” The voice hissed.

As the transformation continued, Mia's personality began to shift as well. She felt more vain and cold, her once soft and gentle demeanor hardening into something sharp and narcissistic.

"Oh my god, I can't believe how good this feels. I’m so fucking hot," Mia said, her voice dripping with vanity as she climaxed. "I feel so bitchy and bad, I can’t wait to show off myself tomorrow!"

“Why wait? Your hot and horny now! The world deserves to see you. No it NEEDS to see you.” the voice purred in her head and a playful smirk played across Mia’s new pouty lips as she was compelled to agree. She had to get as many eyes on her as possible. She wanted to dance and drink and have a man’s hands all over her body.

As the light caught her nails she knew they were somehow involved with her transformation. It made sense why Heidi was so adamant that they got their nails done and why it was so secretive. What was Heidi’s endgame? Was it something to be worried about? If so why did it feel so good? Questions piled on questions making Mia suddenly anxious and she instinctively went to bite her nails.

However as soon as they touched her lips and she tasted their coating she felt an immediate calm come over her body. A pleasure rippled across her body. Her posture changed making her stand up straight and push out her new bigger tits confidently.

“Why should I be worried? Look at how hot I am now. So what if I’m feeling meaner, more vain, more superior. Heidi clearly wants me to be like this, maybe everyone else will too.” Mia thought to herself while getting lost in her reflection.

Picking up her phone she called Heidi who answered promptly. “Hey babe what’s up?” Heidi asked with slight concern in her voice. She was in uncharted territories with these nails and so wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Let’s hit the club tonight babe, we’re too hawt to be wasted alone indoors.” Mia said as she looked at her nails with glee.

“Really? Tonight? Are you sure your, eh, ready?” Heidi said trying not to sound lame but also worried this was happening too fast and her body would reject the nails. Didn’t Evie say it would take weeks?

“Ugh fine I’ll go by myself if your going to be so boring.” Mia said snapping at Heidi.

“No! No I’ll come, I just didn’t know if you’d be tired after the day we had.” Heidi said trying not to get on her bad side.

“Cool pick me up in 30 minutes, and dress slutty.” Mia said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Mia didn’t need 30 minutes to get ready but bossing Heidi around started to stir up her engine again and she needed another go around with herself. She also had a theory to test out about her nails…

Heidi arrived early at Mia’s house and texted her to say she was there. Mia texted her back to tell her to come in and have a pre drink as Mia’s parents were out of town. However as she knocked on the door, Heidi was met by a girl she barely recognized.

“Hey slut, about time you showed up, get a drink into you and let’s hit the club, I’m really feeling myself tonight.” Mia said as she primped herself in the mirror.

Heidi looked at Mia dumbfounded. She was staring at a blonde bombshell, one that looked like Mia’s hotter older sister rather than Mia herself. Her posture was no longer slumped and diminutive but instead she held herself with bitchy confidence. Mia seeing Heidi’s look on her face rolled her eyes.

“You can drop the act now dummy, I know my transformation was all your doing, or rather due to these beauties.” Mia said lovingly showing off her nails which too looked like they had changed too.

“You’re not mad?” Heidi said preparing for the worst.

“Mad? I’m ecstatic! Look at the beautiful bitch I am now! I feel so mean and hawt, I love it! I can’t wait to get out there and show the world what I can do now that I’m not some loser dork anymore.” Mia purred with a glint of mania in her eyes.

Heidi beamed at her. She was certainly more sexy and confident than Lara ever was. Maybe she was ready for the world to see her.

At the club Mia was a sight to behold. She strutted into it like she owned the place. She basked in the lingering looks from all the men and women in the club. Pulling Heidi onto the dance floor she played coy with everyone, only focusing on Heidi.

Heidi for her part was captivated by Mia. It was amazing to see what a transformation she had undergone in such a short amount of time. Heidi knew the nails were amazing but something about this transformation felt different. Mia had a different energy. Heidi also knew that a new force had arrived and couldn’t wait until tomorrow for when they would have the real fun at school.

Mia spotted a group of staring men sitting nearby and broke off from Heidi to go talk to them. Well that’s what Heidi thought until Mia started to rub up against one of them. It was like watching a private lap dance at a strip club. The man was clearly enjoying it and tried to talk but with a wink to Heidi, Mia put a finger up to his lips and cheekily slipped it into his mouth. For a second Heidi could have sworn that she saw the man twitch for a moment before eagerly sucking her finger which turned into kisses down her arm and onto her neck.

Heidi watched as Mia straddled the man and kissed him deeply while the other guys watched and hooted. Mia broke off from the kiss to whisper something into the man’s ear, all the while having an evil grin on her perfect lips. The man nodded and gently slid Mia into the seat beside him before standing up and suddenly jumping on top of his friends, pummelling any of them within arms reach.

Heidi and everyone else watched in shock at the explosive scene. Everyone that was except Mia who was watching the fight with joy playing across her face. Mia watched it unfold getting steadily hornier and hornier, stroking her tits with her nails. Grabbing a nearby guy she kissed him deeply while digging her nails into his neck. He recoiled just for a moment before being dragged willingly out of the club by Mia. Heidi tried to follow them out but by the time she got outside they were gone.

Heidi went home soon after that, mainly because the ruckus in the club made it hard to get back in. She texted Mia to see if she was ok but didn’t get a reply until the morning.

“Where the fuck are you?” The message from Mia read Heidi was about to leave for school when the message came in. Heidi panicking called Mia.

“Mia are you ok? Where are you?” Heidi asked worried.

“Where am I? Where the fuck are you? You’re suppose to be picking me up this morning.” Mia snapped back at her.

“Oh sorry I just thought because you left with some guy last night that-” Heidi began before Mia cut her off.

“Your not suppose to think! That’s my job. You’re just suppose to do! Understand? Whatever. Just get over here in 5 minutes or find a new friend to hang out with.” Mia said, her voice oozing with contempt and hanging up.

Heidi felt kind of pissed at Mia but still sped over as fast as she could and waited for Mia who, despite demanding Heidi get over quickly, took 20 minutes before emerging from her house. Heidi couldn’t believe it but she looked different again. She looked blonder, meaner, and hotter.

“About time. Is that what you’re wearing to school?” Mia said getting into the car and looking at Heidi with mild disgust.

“Yeah? Is something wrong with it?” Heidi asked slightly nervous.

“Just don’t stand so close to me when we are in school.” Mia said touching up her makeup in the passenger mirror.

“Cute earrings though. Give them to me.” Mia said with a hand outstretched.

“W-what?” Heidi asked confused.

“Did I stutter? Give me your earrings. They’ll look better on me.” Mia said glaring at Heidi who felt her face flush. She awkwardly took off her earrings as she drove and gave them to Mia who put them on.

“They look great on you babe.” Heidi said trying to break the tension. She didn’t understand why Mia was acting so cruel to her. Lara never did this and yet Heidi was desperate for Mia’s approval for some reason.

“No duh. I feel great today too. After my night last night how could I not.” Mia said with a smirk to herself remembering the fun she had last night. She had figured out that her nails didn’t just effect her but had the ability to effect (or more accurately infect) others. Every time she used them she felt more cruel and evil as a result which only turned her on more.

At school everyone made whispers about who this new girl was, showing just how invisible Mia once was. Mia strutted down the crowded hallway of the high school, her designer heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She scanned the sea of students, searching for a target.

Finally, her gaze landed on a group of girls huddled around their locker. Mia smirked and approached them, Heidi following close behind.

"Hey losers," Mia sneered, leaning against the locker next to them. "What are you even wearing? Did you raid a thrift store or something?"

The girls looked down at their outfits, shame and embarrassment written all over their faces. Mia cackled with laughter as she sauntered away, leaving the girls feeling small and belittled.

Mia reveled in the power she held over her classmates now, enjoying the feeling of superiority it gave her. She didn't care who she hurt or what she said, as long as she was getting attention and causing chaos.

Heidi loved watching Mia at work but was starting to feel more and more on the receiving end of her wrath. She was feeling left out of the fun Heidi was having. Mia bossed Heidi around like she was some lackey but worse still was Heidi followed her commands obediently. Heidi didn’t want to get on the bad side of the girl who was clearly running the show now. That was until Mia started to make new friends.

It started small with a girl called Daphne, a shy, unassuming girl who Mia took an interest in one day. Heidi watched as Mia belittled Daphne like she had done to a dozen other girls that week but when Daphne failed to scurry away like the rest Mia smirked at Daphne and told her to come with her to the bathroom. Heidi naturally followed but Mia told her to wait outside.

They were in the bathroom for 10 minutes before re-emerging and when they did Daphne looked different. Mia had clearly shared her makeup and clothes with her but Daphne also had a mean glint in her eye that Heidi recognized from Mia. Daphne whispered something in Mia’s ear upon seeing Heidi waiting for them and Mia laughed deeply. The two girls walked off with locked arms like Heidi and Lara used to do.

And so it went for the next week where Mia would start collecting what she called ‘discarded girls’ and would bring them into the bathroom where they would emerge minutes later bitchier and hotter than when they went in. Mia now had a clique of sycophants praising her endlessly and laughing at her jokes. Mia roamed the halls with them flanking her at all times. Heidi was now bringing up the rear, sidelined in the school she once ran, constantly being belittled by the new queen she helped create. When one day Mia gave her a particular dressing down in front of her clique in the locker room, Heidi finally snapped.

“Who they hell do you think you are talking to bitch? Know your place!” Heidi said full of rage. Mia simply giggled at her, seemingly unfazed by her outburst.

“My place? I’m the queen of this god damn school and you’re barely even a blip anymore.” Mia said with a laugh that caused her gang of girls to follow suit.

“We’ll enjoy it while it lasts because those nails have a shelf life and you’ll be hitting your expiration date soon enough. I’ve seen your house and know you can’t afford another session, you can’t even afford a car to get you to school every day.” Heidi said with venom behind every syllable. For the first time in awhile Heidi saw the smirk be wiped from Mia’s face. Rather than feeling triumphant though, Heidi felt her blood run cold as Mia stared at her intensely.

Mia snapped her fingers and her clique rushed Heidi pinning her down on the locker room floor. Mia click clacked slowly over to her, savouring the moment.

“I’ve seen how you live too and it begs the question how do you afford to stay as powerful as you do but you’re going to tell me all of your secrets.” Mia said bending down close to Heidi.

“Like hell I am.” Heidi said still defiant but feeling like she had lost.

“Oh dear you don’t really have a choice.” Mia said with a wink as she ran her hand up Heidi’s thigh, across her stomach and up to her neck where she dug her nails in suddenly. Heidi wanted to scream out but found herself unable to do so. She heard Mia’s voice in her head telling her to do things she would never do but was feeling strangely compelled to do so.

LATER

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Aimee said on the other end of the phone not really believing what she was hearing.

“Oh yes Aimee. I’m moving away and it’s only right that someone gets my lifetime of nails. I can’t think of anyone more suited than Mia. You’ll love her.” Heidi said as Mia watched on approvingly. Heidi loved that Mia was making her give up her power. Heidi knew now that she didn’t deserve them. Not like Mia who did. She deserved everything.

“Ok if you insist. I look forward to meeting her.” Aimee said scratching Heidi out of her client book and replacing her with Mia.

“Just one other thing. She has requested that Evie do her nails. Is that ok?” Heidi asked.

“Well Evie doesn’t do nails anymore after an… incident we had but if your friend really wants her I guess we can make an exception this one time.” Aimee said while looking over at a bored Evie working reception. Maybe it was time to bring her back into the fold.

“Great. Thanks for everything Aimee!” Heidi said before hanging up.

“Was that to your liking Mistress?” Heidi asked eager to please Mia now. Mia for her part looked satisfied if a little diminished. Turning Heidi against herself proved to be very draining for Mia and she would need a nail session very soon. But she knew she still had a little time and figured the best way to spend it would be watching Heidi willingly remove her own magic nails.

A WEEK LATER

“These are gorgeous, I feel refreshed. Thanks Evie.” Mia said as Evie finished putting on a fresh set of nails for her. They looked even stronger and bitchier than before, Mia couldn’t wait to try them out.

“Don’t get into too much trouble now.” Evie said with a smirk to Mia who returned the smile.

“You ready girls?” Mia said to her friends who had just finished getting their nails done too. Of course Mia’s set was unique to her but she made sure her girls got some cheaper beta nails to save her having to infect them every time her power was warring off.

“What about her over there, she hasn’t had her turn yet.” Evie said pointing to the corner when a somewhat homely girl stood holding everyone’s bags.

“Who? Hedy? No she won’t be getting any. She won’t until she’s learned her lesson isn’t that right Hedy?” Mia called out to the girl once known as Heidi.

“That’s right mistress.” Hedy replied cheerily. One by one Aimee watch the transformed girls take their bags from Hedy and leave the store. Of course she was happy for the business but something wasn’t sitting right with her about Mia and her friends and something was so familiar about Hedy.

Mia left the salon her head held high and her chest sticking out as her friends waited for her orders. She loved being the queen and no one was taking that away from her now. How could they when she was nailing it?

THE END

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A/N: This is how my fiancee left me right before Christmas a few years ago. Although, he didn't accuse me of being in love with someone else, and it was my grandmother who died. We also had a very good relationship.

'87 to '88

Steve had felt it in the air that this was going to be the worst Christmas of all, and it was true. It had started off pretty well. He proposed to his beloved girlfriend, Heidi, and she had eagerly accepted. He was ready to tell everyone, just like she was, until he found out his mother died a few days before Christmas. Not only did he find out from his father over the phone, but he also found out that his father had already buried her. It broke Steve’s heart to know that he was never going to say goodbye to his mother, something Heidi was too selfish to understand. So far, she had been the only one to know about his mother.

"I thought you wanted to tell everyone!" Heidi exclaimed.

"My mother just died! Forgive me if I don't feel quite up to celebrating!" Steve exclaimed.

"Well, it's not like you were on good terms with her anyway!" Heidi yelled.

"She's still my mother!" Steve yelled.

"Yeah, and she's abandoned you on several occasions. Screw her. Why not try to make this a happy occasion. Come on, Steve, let's tell everyone," Heidi said.

"No!"

"Fine. . .if you don't tell everyone, I'll leave you for someone else!" Heidi screeched.

"What?" Steve gasped and stood back as if he had been slapped.

"I said that I'll leave you for someone else. I've been talking to a friend who's willing to be with me and only me," Heidi said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"It means that you're clearly in love with someone else," she said.

"Because I don't want to make my mother's death about you, that must mean I'm in love with someone else," Steve scoffed. "I told you before that Nancy and I have been over for a long time!"

"I wasn't talking Nancy. I was talking about Eddie," Heidi said.

"Eddie's a guy. I like women," Steve replied.

"You can like both, dumbass," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I love you," Steve said.

"I know you do," she said softly. "But you also love Eddie. It might not be clear to you or anyone else, but it's clear to me that you love him," Heidi said.

"I love you, I want to marry you," he said.

"I know that you do," she said. "You also want Eddie, and I want to be with someone who wants only to be with me."

"Okay. So, if you knew all of this then why the fuck did you agree to marry me?" Steve asked.

"Because I really wanted to marry you," she said. "I thought I could handle being your second choice."

"Fine. Leave then and leave the ring," Steve snapped. "Tell your other guy that you can be with him."

"I already am," Heidi said and placed the ring on the table before walking out the door.

Steve waited for a while after she left and picked up a vase before slinging it at the door that she left through. He had loved her, he really did but as she thought about it. . .she might have been telling the truth. He thought about all the times that he hung out with Eddie, how he always yearned for more, but he didn't know what. He had craved his touch and his affections. He had wanted to be touched by him all the time. Steve thought about when he finally left town for good and how Steve had stayed in bed for three days, how Heidi tended to him without letting the others know. Jesus, she should have left him a long time ago. He had wanted to be with her, though, as badly as he wants to be with Eddie. . . Eddie, who barely calls anymore and who doesn't even visit. Steve realized that he had been clinging to Heidi to avoid the huge hole in his life where Eddie used to be. Eddie was probably better off without him, everyone was.

A few days later. . .

Christmas had passed, and now, New Years Eve was right around the corner. Steve didn't see anyone, didn't pick up the phone. He just stayed at home with the lights off and the phone off the hook, so no no one would call him. He just laid in bed, and when he wasn't laying in bed, he was drinking. It was all very pathetic. He drifted off to sleep, and when he awoke, he heard voices from downstairs.

"I'm telling you something is wrong," Robin's voice whispered loudly.

"Maybe he just has a headache," Eddie's voice whispered back.

Eddie? Eddie was here. Steve sat up and groaned, clutching his head.

"Maybe, but my best friend senses are telling me otherwise," Robin said.

"Didn't they tell you once that Steve was dying and he only had a splinter in his thumb?" Eddie asked.

"Hey! Those can be very deadly if left untreated," Robin said and paused. "They can't be right all of the time."

The door to his room opened, and the lights flipped on. Steve groaned and hid his head under the pillow.

"Get out!" Steve groaned. "Turn off the light!"

He heard the sound of them moving through the room, the sound of them kicking aside beer cans filling his ears.

"Steve? What the hell?" Robin asked.

"Man, what happened to you?" Eddie asked.

Steve sat up, removing the pillow and tossing it aside. He glared at Eddie.

"Do you even care?" Steve asked.

"Of course, I care. Why wouldn't I?" Eddie asked.

"Why haven't you called me?" Steve asked.

"It's what you wanted," Eddie scoffed.

"It's not the fuck what I wanted. Who the hell told you that?" Steve asked.

"Heidi," Eddie said.

"Meddling bitch," Steve muttered. "You should have talked to me, I would have told you differently."

"I'm sorry," Eddie said.

"This all started with you leaving, basically. Couldn't even get out of bed. I loved Heidi, though, and she did pull me out of my funk. She took care of me so I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Of course, it all went downhill from there. I got a call a few days before Christmas from my father. He told me my mother died and to not bother coming to the funeral because apparently, they had already buried her. Can you believe that? All Heidi cared about was making sure that everyone knew, but my mother just died, and I wanted to work through it. She gave me an ultimatum. Tell people or she'll leave me. So, she left me," Steve said. "Everyone is always leaving me. I can't say goodbye to my mom, I won't ever get the chance to tell her how much I forgive her."

Steve collapsed on the bed and let out a deep aching sob.

"Oh, Steve," Robin said softly.

She immediately climbed up onto the bed with him and pulled him into her arms. Eddie climbed up on the bed and held onto his other side. Steve moved his head into Eddie's lap, curling his hand into Eddie's pants as if he was holding on for dear life.

"She said something else," Steve said. "Heidi."

"What?" Eddie asked.

"She said that I was in love with you. At first, I thought that she was crazy. . ." Steve asked.

"But now?" Eddie asked.

"She was right. She was definitely right. I didn't even know that I liked men, or maybe you were just the exception. I don't know, but I do know that I love you. I had this dream cooked up. After the kids left for college, I would buy this RV and leave town to see the world. I wanted you to be the one to come with me, but then you left, and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure how to fill the hole you left in my life. I'm not sure how I would have gotten by if it hadn't been for Heidi. I loved her. I did, but I also loved you. I love you," Steve said. "I know this is selfish of me, but please, don't leave me again. I know it's a lot to ask. . .to ask you to stay in a town that hates you. . .but please, stay."

"I've been right here, Steve, waiting for you. All you had to do was ask for what you wanted," Eddie said, stroking his hair. "I love you too."

"Eddie," Steve sobbed softly.

"Of course, we're not going to start right away because I think you need to get through this, and I do want to be there for you," Eddie said. "I just want us to start off properly."

"Me too," Steve said. "When the time comes, can I still kiss you at midnight?"

"Of course."

And when the time finally came, when it was just the two of them curled up on Steve’s couch, they sealed the new year with a kiss. It was a new year and the start of a new relationship for Steve. He knew that with Eddie by his side, he could get through anything.

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 1 year

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dirty talk, use of petnames ( sweetheart, princess, etc ), unprotected p/v sex, -wrap it before you tap it, darlings, swearing, mention of oral sex, body fluids, creampie -because Harrington has a weak pullout game, kissing/saliva and just a pinch of biting/marking. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt two - lovemaking

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a storm. your roommate Steve decides to take your mind off of said storm. just a lil soft and oh-so sweet tender lovemaking, ftw✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Its just a storm, woman.❞ Robin’s laugh on the other end of the line has you pouting. Holding a red telephone away from you as you flip it off.

As the lights flicker throughout the apartment, you shriek. . ❝ That was my freaking ear, good Lord. Relax.❞ Robin's coaxing doesn't do a thing to soothe your frazzled nerves though.

There's only one person who can but he's working late tonight and if I were to tell him storms freak me out -or anything I may or may not be keeping from him lately, pretty sure it's only going to mess up everything. - the thought is frustrating for you because lately, telling him everything is all you seem to want to do. The urge to do so has gotten so bad that you're trying as hard as you can to keep a healthy distance from Steve.

This storm just might have the potential to undo all of your efforts, especially if it worsens - and God forbid there's a blackout, you pause and glare up at the overhead lights in the kitchen as they choose that exact second to flicker even more. The loud clap of thunder and the way strong wind gusts send a branch right into the fire escape outside, a violent crash both ways is met with another scream from you.

❝ Steve should be there in another hour. With Keith in the store, it takes at least thirty minutes for Steve to close. But then your big, strong, manly man will be home.❞ Robin’s taunting you, snorting in laughter through loud static on the line, as she throws in, ❝ Y'know…you could do something. He's always been a sucker for the damsel in distress thing. He needs someone to do something. He's been real down lately.❞ she pauses.

You sigh, shaking your head despite your best friends inability to see you. You know what she's saying is true. What she doesn't seem to understand is that you've tried. Too many times to count. But the words always get hung in your throat or it's not a good time, it's not the right time, he's heading out the door on another of his dating attempts. It's frustrating for you, but you have tried. In the only ways you know how. If only subtle worked.. - you think to yourself, pacing the living room of the apartment you share with Steve as the storm picks up even more outside, the lights inside the apartment flicker even more.

❝ Gee, I wonder why that is..❞ she hints again.

But as usual, you don't pick up on the not-so subtle hint and you muse aloud, ❝ I don't know. Maybe his date with that girl he talked about didn’t go the way he wanted it to? He's definitely seemed moodier lately..❞ as you pout a little.

You’re selfishly glad it didn't work out but you're also sad for him. You love him and you hate to see him hurt or upset. And Heidi had been all wrong for him from the word go, your own personal opinion.

❝ Or…hear me out, woman..❞ Robin counters, a pause to rub the bridge of her nose as she thinks of the best way to clue you in, hoping that maybe this time you'll believe her, ❝ Maybe it's because he thinks that you, the girl he really wants, isn't interested. Maybe that's the reason?❞

You laugh. ❝ Right. And I'm actually Madonna, I swear on the Bible. He doesn't see me like that, Robbie. If he did, it'd be painfully obvious by now how I feel about him.❞

Robin grumbles, it's something about how impossibly stubborn you happen to be and in the midst of all that, the power goes out. The bad storm outside is downright nasty now, winds howling as the thunder rolls, constant.

You don't even get the luxury of a dial tone when the power goes, you're left holding the landline in your hand as you jump at every single little noise.

❝ God I hope he's safe coming in. The sooner, the better.❞ you mumble to yourself as you flop back against the couch dramatically.

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It felt as if Keith wasn't ever going to shut the fuck up. And then, because of course that's how it'd go, Steve thinks to himself as he rushes through closing procedure so he's not out in the worst of the storm that's rolled into town -and so he can rush home to you, where he'd rather be to begin with, Robin rushes in, whatever she's got to tell him is apparently life or death and no, it absolutely can't wait until their next shared shift.

❝ Steve!❞ Robin throws up her hands, exasperated because she can tell he isn’t listening to her, ❝ Were you listening to me at all?❞

❝ Yeah?❞ he replies, sheepishly. ❝ Okay, alright. Sorry! Look, can't you just try to tell me I'm wrong and I'm an idiot tomorrow? When there's not a goddamn storm outside?❞

He makes a step to the door but Robin blocks him and she's ranting, going on and on about how the two of you are the most stubborn individuals she's ever had the pleasure of knowing.

❝ Just say it, Robin.❞ Steve murmurs, gazing at his best friend, throughly confused.

❝ She’s in love with you, idiot! ❞ Robin blurts it out as she thrusts a piece of paper that you'd doodled on earlier in the week when you came in to hang out with her on his day off at him and nods to it, ❝ If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t constantly doodle her first name and your last all over everything! Girls..we don't uh..we don't do that unless we're head over heels, idiot! She does it all the time! And she's always waiting up when you’re out with the guys or some random girl. She constantly talks about you.. I'm telling you, she really loves you, shes just…scared.❞

Steve stares at the sheet of paper with the Family Video letterhead on top of it, dazed.

❝ She’s at your apartment and when I talked to her a few minutes ago, this storm had her freaking out. Do something, idiot. She won't because she's scared it's going to make things awkward.❞

❝ Wait…what do you mean, freaking out?❞ he's concerned as soon as Robin hints that there's something wrong, that you're even a little scared right now.

Robin shakes her head and laughs. ❝ Storms, Steve. She’s scared to death of storms. Kind of happens when you've lived through a hurricane and at least 10 tornaodes.❞

Steve gapes at this. One of his hands raises, fingers tug at shaggy brown strands as he inhales deep and then exhales slowly. Like he's just gotten the breath knocked right out of him. And in a way, he has.

❝ She’s there.. Waiting for me..❞ Steve questions. Robin nods, ❝ All alone in this storm. Scared.❞ she places heavy emphasis on the fact that you're alone and scared because she knows you both entirely too well at this point. He needs to feel strong. Protective. Whenever he gets all strong and protective, it melts you completely.

Steve blows out a ragged breath. A hand rested against the back of his head as he stares down at the doodled piece of paper.

Your first name and his last.

It fits together so perfectly. Everything falls into place and he looks at Robin. ❝ You.. You’re not kidding.❞

❝ No, dingus! Just go! I'll take over tonight. Just go! Do something or I swear to God..❞ Robin laughs as Steve pockets his keys and grabs his jacket in a rush, nearly walking straight into the closed door of Family Video in his hurry to get to you.

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The power is out and the storm is getting so much worse. You’re pacing the living room, pausing every few seconds to stare out the big window that leads to the fire escape as you hug yourself.

❝ God, I just hope he's okay and he doesn't let Billy or Tommy or Eddie con him into going out in this crap after his shift.❞ you mumble to yourself, shrieking as the lightning strikes the tree across the street.

You're so caught up in the storm and freaking out about it that you don't hear the door when Steve unlocks it from the outside. Or the way he pauses to call out your name because the rumbling thunder drowns out his voice.

But he hears you just as you've shrieked at how close the lightning is getting.

Strong arms circle your waist from behind and you jump, shrieking again with a dirty look as Steve turns you around and shines the old red flashlight beneath his chin, just barely illuminating the lower portion of his face. He chuckles and as the husky sound fades, you pout up at him.

❝ Are you okay?❞ - he's quieter when he asks, honey eyes so tender as they fix on you in concern. He’s chuckling too but only a little.

He doesn't like the thought of anything scaring you.

❝ Y-yeah.It's dumb.❞ you laugh, the sound quiet, a sheepish shrug as your head tilts just the slightest to look up at him. ❝ You'd think after I lived through a hurricane on the coast and at least ten tornadoes, this.❞ you gesture to the raging storm outside the big window, ❝ Wouldn’t bother me at all.❞

❝Hey, hey.❞ he coaxes as he pulls you against him, ❝ You’re okay. Its okay.❞ and the way his hand skims over your back sends a shiver racing through you. You pull away a little to look up at him and nod. Through shaky breaths, you mumble ❝ I..I know.❞ -the sound is muffled because a louder clap of thunder sends your head into his chest as you seek comfort.

His fingers drag through your hair and for a minute or two, he stands in the darkness, holding you close. He's not saying a word and neither are you at first but then the silence is too much, it's too thick and you just can't take any more. You pull away a little and he frowns to himself because he misses the soft warmth of you pressing against him.

❝ I'm..❞ you pause. Take a deep breath or two and stare up at the way the moonlight and lightning highlight a strong and stubble-lined jaw.

❝ You’re what?❞ Steve questions, fingers tuck beneath your chin to get you looking up at him again. ❝ C'mon. I can’t help if I don’t know whats wrong.❞

❝ I..I'm glad you’re here right now and...❞ you're stumbling over your words and trying to make your usual internal filter work but it's just about gone, you manage a quieter ❝ Nevermind..its probably dumb t' say.❞

He tilts your chin upward again because you're looking down, a steady gaze fixed on his chest. You can't help it, the more you look at him, the harder it is not to completely bare your soul. ❝ No, just say it.❞ he coaxes. When you try, the words that have been threatening to burst out, those three big ones, they're lodged in your throat and it's frustrating for you, so very frustrating.

❝ You are, huh?❞ he chuckles to himself after a few seconds of the thick silence, the sound dying out quietly as he stares down at you. What you said, that you're glad he's with you, that starts to sink in. And he’s on autopilot.

❝ Yeah. I was worried you'd be stuck driving in the worst of it. Or you'd let one of the guys talk you into drinks again tonight. ❞ you mumble quietly as you take a deep breath. ❝ I always worry about you when you're out...❞

His heart is so goddamn full when you say it that he thinks it just might explode. ❝ You were, huh?❞ he questions as he makes you look up at him all over again, ❝ I wanted to come home. To make sure you were okay.❞ he admits, going quiet for a few seconds.

You're the one stunned silent, you blink at him in surprise as you try to process what he's just saying. He wanted to come back. To the apartment. To make sure you were alright.

You try to give him just a little space as you tell yourself he obviously meant it in a friendly way, not the way you wish, the way a concerned lover would mean what he's just said. You pulling away has him frowning to himself in the semi darkness.

❝ Where are you going,hm?❞ his voice husky, full of affection that he can't just keep holding back. He pulls you close all over again and he can feel the fast thudthudthud thud as your heart hammers against your chest. He can feel the way you're shaking just barely.

Robin is right he thinks to himself one of us needs to say something. Do something. And I can't fight anymore.

You breathe in the scent of his cologne, the faint trace of cigarette smoke and buttery popcorn that clings to the scratchy green Family Video vest he's yet to take off. And you’re trying so hard not to invade his space any more than he allows but he pulls you even closer and before you can stop yourself, you're melting into him. Strong arms wrap around you tighter.

❝ Nowhere, I..I just thought..❞ your words are cut off by his mouth as it crashes against your mouth, clumsy. Sweet. You can taste the cigarette and soda on his breath and it takes a second but you realize what's happening and melt into him even more, your hand raised and raking through damp brown hair as your mouth falls open, willing.

Steve bends down slightly, hands on your ass as he pulls you up his body. The kiss deepens, you're breathing for each other now and one of your hands settles soft against his stubbled cheek. He nuzzles against your palm as he steps over to the sofa and sinks down, arranging you in his lap.

His hands are all over you, his nose brushes against your neck as he nuzzles some fallen hair out of his way. Your breath catches in your throat as rough lips dance hot against your pulse, latching against soft skin here and there.

You're shifted forward in his lap as he makes a clumsy attempt to adjust himself and pull you closer at the same time. When you whine out softly against his neck as your lips stray from his, he pauses, staring up at the way you're perched on his lap. The moonlight highlights your delicate features and he’s mesmerized by you, a hand leaves its resting place on your ass to settle against the column of your neck. Before he can stop himself, he's leaning in, his mouth crashing against yours, devouring as a groan leaves his lips to hang in the air, followed by a whine from you as you squirm around in his lap, desperate for the friction you were getting a few minutes ago.

You're the one who deepens the kiss, your small, soft hand rested up against his neck to pull him in. His hand leaves your hip to card through and pull lightly at your thick hair as he deepens the kiss even more.

His other hand slips between your joined bodies as you pull apart to breathe, staring at one another wide-eyed and in awe. It settles beneath the hem of the shirt you've sneaked out of his laundry to sleep in most nights lately.

❝ Steve?❞ - you breathe his name out against his mouth as another loud pop explodes outside and sends you straight for the safety that only he has ever seemed to offer you. Your face is buried in his neck for a few seconds and he attempts to adjust himself, thick digits dig in against your thigh and lower back when you squirm a little, his cock pulsing, pushed against the zip of his favorite jeans. ❝ Yeah?❞ - his breath tickles your neck, the sound of his voice thicker, desire dripping from the word.

He tilts your chin, gets you looking up at him. He's barely hanging on, his restraint is a thin thread that frays just a little more every time you rub yourself against him or your lips graze his neck just right. ❝ What’s up, princess?❞

❝ I-I..❞ the words hang in your throat just shy of saying them. It's frustrating because all you want to do is tell him how much you love him.

❝ You what, hm? C'mon, you can tell me.. I-I mean it. You can tell me anything, okay?❞ he mutters, dipping his mouth, placing soft little pecks against your face and neck as the hand on your thigh slips under the shirt you're wearing, tenderly caressing, the touch of his hand making you whimper and rock yourself against him. He bucks himself up into you, a hand raised to brush some hair out of your eyes.

❝ I love you.❞ it finally slips out and as it does, so does the rest that you've held back for weeks now. ❝ I love you.❞ he mutters, his lips dance down your throbbing pulse as he murmurs quietly, ❝ I love you too, princess..❞ his lips latch against your skin, ❝ so, so much.❞ looking up to lock eyes with you before giving a glance to the marks he's left against your skin.

His hand creeps higher, when he starts to rub you through your panties, he growls quietly when his hand comes away wet, bucking himself up into you. ❝Want you so bad, princess.❞ he mutters, dazed as he stands, you wrapped around him, breathless. Muttering his name like he's your God and you're worshipping him. ❝ Lets see if we can take your mind off the storm, baby.. do you want me to help you do that?❞

You nod, back up against the cool wooden door, the knob poking at your side and your legs around his waist. His hands -and mouth, are all over you as he ruts himself into you, the battle with his restraint lost.

❝ Please?❞ you gasp out as you rub against him clumsily. He's marked up your neck and no doubt, come the morning, there will be a few handprints left behind against your skin because he's holding onto you and squeezing you like your lives depend on it.

The storm is forgotten, you're tossed gently onto his bed as he follows you down, his body engulfing yours, holding your legs apart by the way he settles between them. The Family Video vest finds its way to the floor and everything is happening fast and yet, not fast enough. He’s tugging down pretty pink cotton and as your panties settle on his bedroom floor, he leans down into you closer, a hand between your thighs, ❝ I did this..❞ he murmurs against your ear as soon as he feels the way you're already dripping for him. He's dazed, he hasn't really done anything to you yet and there's already a little wet spot forming below you on his bed. And you're so responsive, every touch or kiss, every time he squeezes and rubs your warm, wet sex you're whining, you arch yourself towards him like he's not as close as he can get already.

❝ You’re wearing too much.❞ you whine out against the shell of his ear in frustration as your legs circle his waist and you keep trying to rub against him to chase the friction you've gotten so desperate for. Your hand finds the bottom of the snug fit brown and cream striped polo he wore to work and you're trying to tug it upward. Steve chuckles quietly as he raises up, pulling off his shirt.

The polo settles on the floor of his bedroom beside your discarded panties and he settles himself back down against you, his lower body keeping your legs open wide as his mouth strays from your mouth and his lips latch against your pulse, suction forming a bruise you can feel as he sucks your neck, marking you.

❝ — ah fuck.❞ he growls quietly as he ruts himself against you, chasing his own friction. ❝ W-wanna taste you, princess.❞ his breath is warm against your skin, soft pecks fall from rough lips, settling on your soft and warm skin. His hands linger at the bottom of the soft golden colored sweater you stole from him to wear. You bite your lip as you stare up at him, begging. His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer, urgent; needy.

He chuckles to himself, pulling you up as he works the oversized sweatshirt over your head, letting it fall from his fingertips and settle on his bedroom floor with the other clothes.

You go for the button on his jeans and there's this cute little shy smile you give as the two of you lock eyes while you're doing it that drives him wild.As you unzip his jeans, he gasps because your hand grazes against the way his cock is straining against soft navy cotton, begging to be freed. His head falls back for a second or two, honey eyes flutter closed as you just barely drag your finger over the thick outline.

That's how you find yourself pushed back against the bed seconds later as soon as he's kicked jeans and boxers free from his ankles.

You swallow hard, eyes roam his body slow. Desire making your pupils big enough they blot out the usual color of your irises. It's the first time anyone has ever looked at him with more than temporary lust in their gaze. He’s pushed you against his bed now, you were so caught up in staring at the man you love that you never saw it coming when it happened.

One hand pins your wrists above your head as his other hand squeezes your curvy little body and he takes in the way it feels to cage you in beneath him, skin against skin and the cookie sweet scent of your cheap perfume filling his lungs as he nuzzles into your neck and breathes it in deep.

He rocks himself against you, the thick length of him dragging right between your folds and when you shiver and whine, he raises up, hand leaving your hip to caress your cheek as he stares down at you, in awe. ❝ So pretty, baby.❞ he mutters as he settles down into you all over again, the tip of his length teasing you, making that white hot ache that's built up inside of you boil over.

❝ You’re the pretty one.❞ you mumble softly as your lips latch against his hot skin. Your soft,full lips against the top of his chest -right over the way his heart is about to beat right out of his chest, it feels so good that he gasps quietly.

He releases his hold on your wrists because he'd rather be holding your hand. His fingers lace with yours and he takes a little nip at your bottom lip when he goes in for another kiss, a string of saliva keeping your mouths connected after you break apart to breathe.

❝ Don't let me hurt you, princess.❞ he mutters soft against your ear as he settles himself down into you fully, his thick length pushing into you, drawing a gasp out as you feel the burn of being stretched out.

He feels you tense up slightly and he stops right away, making you whine in need as you pout up at him. ❝ I don’t wanna hurt you.❞ he murmurs as he presses hot and gentle kisses and bites against your bare skin, leaving his mark behind as many times as he can because he wants everyone to know you’re taken, you’re his girl now, absolutely no doubt.

❝ Please? I-I..I need you now, Steve.❞ you beg as you try to rock yourself up into him as the burning subsides and its replaced by all the dopamine you’re currently flooded with being thisclose to the man you love, the feel of his body engulfing yours. Steve starts to fuck into you and its slow, its gentle and so deep that every inch of him is felt as he buries inside you.

You raise a hand, letting it catch against his cheek and he laughs softly, nuzzled against your palm. His forehead settles against yours.

The way you clamp around him so tight has him groaning your name with each lazy little thrust. He tries to speed up a little but he can feel himself getting closer so he comes to a slow stop, kissing you long and deep enough to totally steal your breath.

The nasty storm outside has been completely forgotten and it's come to a slowdown, the loud and angry thunder replaced by the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows. Neither of you notice or care, too focused on what's happening between the two of you instead.

You meet his deep thrusts with clumsy little rocks, your hips meeting his perfectly in sync. ❝ S' good f' me, baby. So so good.❞ he grunts against your neck as he bottoms out, cock pushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot as your nails dig against his shoulders and rake over his back. ❝ Gonna cum f' me, princess? That's it, cum all over my cock.❞ and the command is all it takes to send you crashing, your orgasm blinding as it washes over you and you cling to his body, moaning his name as you clamp around his cock and nearly push him straight into his own orgasm.

❝ Let go, Steve. Cmon baby.❞ you coax because you're dying to feel him come undone, you want him to fill you up. He bites your lip and his thrusts get clumsy as he fucks through his own orgasm, hot seed painting your insides. He falls to the bed beside you, spent. You’re pulled on top of him and he wraps you in his arms, pulling you down against him completely.

❝ You’re amazing, princess.❞ he mutters softly just as you're both starting to doze off..

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lindyloosims · 5 months

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Heidi managed to catch the last hour of my party, luckily she didn't bring the Landgraab brat with her!

I had a great time catching up with everyone, I'm now officially a man of leisure! What to do now eh? I have some ideas!

Theo's tooth finally fell out, it took a couple of days but it's happened! Now he's waiting to see what the tooth fairy brings him!

Kacey has hung up her gown and followed my lead, we're both now retired! I can't wait to spend every minute of the day with her! My soulmate!

Theo got 75 simoleans for his tooth and a warning to take care of his real teeth after the practice ones have gone! Take heed little guy!

We've just come back from Kacey's retirement party and it was a blast too! Since we're all dressed in our party gear, we've decided to take another family photo. I love those! So greetings from the Dowlings! We're a happy bunch, because we're blessed in many ways! I love my family!

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

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blamemma · 5 months

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I saw a picture of Daniel walking out with Pyry and Heidi. Does it look like he's going to hire Pyry as his full-time personal trainer?

idk idk idk. pyry seems to fly back to dubai a lotttttt (that's where him and his fiancee are based i've gathered) so i dont really think there's that whole training aspect relationship going on between pyry and daniel. from what i can see and tell, i think pyry is v much there on the weekend as a bit of an "assistant". but a specialist one. a v good one. preps daniel's team wear and his helmets etc. probably does his nutrition stuff for him. maybe helps him with his warm ups etc etc. its really hard to tell in all honesty. i think if vcarb did an video series like unboxed, you'd really be able to fit the puzzle pieces together quite quickly, but they don't (and i overarchingly think that's a good thing) and so the limited soc med we do see in the build up to the races doesn't really show much of what pyry and daniel do together. from what i can tellllllll, outside of a race weekend, pyry and daniel have never really hung out, and i personally think that's healthy !! <3

#anon #asks

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heckinhacker · 2 years

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could i request for how cartman would act when he has a crush on someone who’s just as chaotic as he is and how he would ask them out? also could you include how other people would react to finding out they are dating? tyy :)))

Eric Cartman x Reader - South Park's days are OVER.

By title, I'm saying: Cartman finding someone as chaotic as himself is a world ending for poor little mountain town

Remember that when I write for South Park, they're teenagers at less(16 y/o minimum), adults at most! it's silly i write it every south park post but better safe than sorry~

I gave Cartman red color, and Viktor, my OC, green color, for easier reading experience.

Y'all were just a kids when you moved in to South Park

It wasn't hard to meet main gang, they're everywhere with their chaos

Cartman was the one to pick up on you, it might be your appearances, the way you act, maybe what you were doing at the moment, whatever it was!!

He did not expect a snarky comment back

"Weird that you're still able to walk up to me and yap your trashmouth, I wonder how come you're not being pushed around by your friends there like a barell. "

"AY! I'M NOT FAT!!"

you gave guys a laugh and Kyle invited you right in to hang out with them

... And he realised his mistake soon after.

You were not only a menace to Cartman, but to everyone, no matter if they started or not.

Kyle was sure he found a friend in you, but turns out it was Cartman who found his second half of devilness.

You were inseparable!!

You hung around Cartmans place a lot! You always had a laugh when his mom thanked you for being friends with Eric, saying:

"Oooh, Ewic has no fwiends~"

and annoying him further, but that's how you two worked, pushing each others buttons.

Other times as you shrugged off some comments about main group REALLY bringing the most bizzare shit possible to themselves, but no matter how much you avoid the truth - this four are NOT normal.

Was it their fault, or the town? You did not know, yet gave no fucks.

Alien encounter? Psh, you were ready to burn their space-ship when they were screwing around town.

You liked playing heroes and stick of truth with them a lot.

Due to Cartman usually forcing you to side with him, because he always is on some sort of drama and making play-group split into two (and even three sometimes--)

Usually Kyle tells him to fuck off and suggests you should pick wherever you'd like to be, to just go there.

But...well. You wanted to side with him, no? You guys are like two droplets of water - identical.

Being closest to Cartman also meant dealing with his bullshit, his drama-driving self, and he sometimes is unbearable. But I bet - so are you. I wonder who wins "guilttripping contest" between you two.

You fight a lot. That's for sure.

If your characters are similiar, you have to despise and love each other on a very big level.

Sometimes dramas were big enough you did everything to make other even more miserable by making each other jealous. You hanging out more with Kyle, him just ignoring you while you're in 4 or hanging around Heidi...

Oh, Heidi times were hard for your friendship. It was around when you two had little break in your relations.

But you are getting back to each other. Who would understand him better than you?

You alway see through his bullshit, and you know when he needs a kick in the ass, and when he needs a hug.

But...that being saaaaiddd...

You can't be soft around Young Cartman.

Weell... But when you grew up, on the other hand...

I like to imagine Cartman is still as chaotic, but more mature, realizing that maybe some jokes are too much...

He still bullies Kyle for being a Jew though--

You still cause headaches around the town, break some shit, sometimes steal because dumb teenagers behavior, but with years things started... Changing.

Cartman noticed he feels different towards you.

The more you matured, the more he hated the way you spend time with others. Possessive, and he does not give a fuck, really.

He would not risk you having no time for him because you date some other idiot.

That's what he tells himself in front of a mirror though :)

Sweet lie that makes him feel better

Dating is for pussies, no?

That's also what he tells himself.

But, ho and behold, you have gotten closer to Viktor, new, mysterious guy that seemed like polar opposite of yours, yet you clicked somehow.

At first Cartman shrugged it off. If you want to hang around some emo douchebag, sure.

"He looks like he has some pathological problems! His pappy beats him to sleep everynight I bet, and he looks like he's depressed, why do you hang around that gloomy piece of shit?!"

"I 'unno, Vik is funky."

...Vik?

And Cartman is on the verge of his nerves.

If you start dating that asshole, you won't have time for him, no?

But...is that the only thing that bothers him?

He wants to act cocky as he asks you: "You are into him?"

And you smirk, saying: "And what if I am?"

spoiler: you're not-

And the way you answered just made him huff

"Then remember to put a rubber or something I don't give a shit." and walked away, not letting you finish.

Oh he's angry.

But wasn't that your point? As much as Cartman is into you, you are into him even more.

I'd say you have the trope going on: One fell first, but other fell harder.

Because when he realised he is jealous because HE wants to be your boyfriend, he loses his goddamn mind.

He used to date a little, but mostly they were not serious relationships, just as a kid, holding hands and ignoring other part for most part, so falling in love for real...

It's tough. He distances himself for a little while. He needs to figure his shit out.

And you're conflicted. You wanted him to be jealous, but him distancing himself was NOT part of your plan.

And you complain to who? Your new friend, Viktor.

"And then he IGNORES ME. I think he even blocked me on discord???"

" Oh, did he?"

"Not really, just muted me on private I think so he does not see whatever I write to him."

"I 'unno, maybe actually talk to him, idiot?"

" Talking with Cartman is insufferable though, dude."

"So is with you, trust me."

"You are really a stick in the mud, Vik."

"You wanted me as a friend, now suffer."

Well, he is right, and Viktor is really a good friend, actually. He gives you raw advices and is not playing around the bush.

And maybe talking to Cartman will be the best, in the end?

Or...maybe pulling his nose a little until he breaks?

Of course you go with second option, or at least wanted to.

"Vik, could you act as my boyfriend? Because-"

"no."

"WHY??"

"I won't be part of "Cartman start simping to me" plan. Nuh-uh."

"Asshole. You're useless."

" Mhm, if you say so."

"AND you're not fun to bicker against."

" Go cry about it."

So no potential partner in crime to get this plan through.

You COULD ask Kenny but Kenny seems to be close with Cartman so...risky. Kyle won't budge, and Stan...well he already dates someone, so it would be really stupid of you.

So you have to listen to Viktor's advice. Talk to him.

And you approach him on a longer break, forcing yourself to sit beside him and smiling widely.

"Ghosting me, babygirl?"

"Screw off."

"Wow, Cartman, I'm offended, actually. Maybe don't act like a wuss and tell me why the fuck you keep ignoring me?"

"Because I want to give you and your new boyfriend space?"

" He's not my boyfriend, mind you, and even if he was, it's not the reason to ignore me?"

"Why would you keep me around when you found someone else?"

"That's not how friendships or generally relationships work, you know? You don't have to be the only one in my life??"

"But I can't stand you pushing your tongue into someone's throat, that's just-"

"Disgusting?"

"ANNOYING."

"Are you...jealous?"

And for once, with his big mouth, Cartman goes...quiet.

Jackpot.

You place a hand on his back, and sigh, giving him child treatment. So there is a bad moment to tease him further, huh. You know when to stop with him.

"I don't want to date Viktor. Nor anyone..."

"..."

"anyone else, I mean."

"...wait- what the fuck?"

"Yeap, you heard me right. I wanted to have your attention all along. Maybe let's stop pretending we don't want each other and move on? You want to date me or not?"

You two really are similiar, huh.

"...let's meet after school, maybe. Talk about this in more...private place. But yeah, we should stop fucking around. I'm done with it."

Good, at least you two are into something.

You walked him to his house, talked with him, ended up becoming official.

Not describing the talk because it's mostly emotion-focused and it cannot be really personalised with every reader. You're free to imagine!

And like, next day, you are walking hand in hand and...everyone is in shock. Maybe even feels world ending because you two dating is just...near-death experience.

Other's reactions:

Kyle:

He swears that he will cut you two out from his life, HE SWEARS.

He hates every second of you leaning against each other, being menaces.

He gags dramatically whenever you act lovey-dovey.

Hates the whole arrangement in general

Kenny:

He jokes you should make a poly-triad together

Is very supportive

First thing he said when he noticed you two was: "Fucking finally."

He heard ALL the rants of Cartman but the last one when he went quiet.

He did a lot of kissy faces around you two to tease you

Cartman kicked his ass like once for him to stop XD

Overall very happy for you both <3

Stan:

He was really surprised to see you two???

Like, REALLY surprised

"Since when is it a thing?"

Giggles that it was quite obvious yet he still seems to be surprised about it.

"Maybe Cartman will be less of a pain in the ass?" he jokes

no, he is not

But seems to be really okay with you two dating

"Just please don't get too lovey-dovey when we hang around in group." he begs

to which you answer "Like you stop acting like a simp to your girlfriend whenever you're around us or not, screw off Stan."

Butters:

HE'S SO HAPPY IT'S ALMOST CUTE??

He clapped his hands and went in cheerful tone "I knew it!!"

Asks since when are you guys a thing and wishes you the best of luck on new path of your lives.

"Butters it's not a fucking marriage." says Cartman with an eyeroll.

Butters is the one who remembers your anniversary more than you two actually do LMFAO

He is your no.1 shipper!!

Viktor:

Another one with "Fucking finally." reaction, but with more annoyed tone to it instead of reliefd.

Was done with your bullshit of chickening out in asking him out

My guy was ready to ask Cartman to date you by himself-

Thankfully he did not have to

Now he has to listen to you ramble about you dating, in a good and bad way.

He never will be done with you two's bullshit, but it is what it is.

If he would hate it, he wouldn't be friends with you.

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