#she's so cute i want to squeeze her until she explodes

[vannysgirl]

thinking about vanessa and elizabeth lail's wet sad puppy eyes

[august126]

enemies with benefits

draco malfoy x female weasley reader

warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking

a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so  be gentle.

"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.

She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.

Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.

“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.

“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”

Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.

“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.

“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.

 She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.

“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?

Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.

"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.

It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.

“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.

y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.

“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed,  “I was so close!”

“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”

y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.

And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”

Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.

Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.

“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.

Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.

“Oh, oh.”

“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.

y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.

“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”

y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.

She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”

Draco’s jaw dropped.

This witch, this fucking bitch!

A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.

Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”

Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.

y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.

“I fucking hate that…ferret.”

y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”

Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.

“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.

“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.

“You’ve asked for it, love.”

And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Cat got her tongue - LN

Summary: Y/n is in heat and is too shy to ask for Lando’s help. While her lovely boyfriend decided to be a tease.

Warnings: SMUT, horny!shy!reader, teaser!Lando, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, penetrative sex, unprotected (don’t do that), orgasm denial (i think that’s it lemme know if missed any)

Notes: My first fic hit 1k i’m so happy, thank you for you guys support. Also still English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy 💗

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Y/n is probably the shyest person Lando ever met, and that’s also his favorite thing about her. However surprisingly, Y/n and Lando have a very high sex drive. Because of y/n’s shyness, she never says no to Lando, but he always makes sure she’s ok with it of course.

However, today was another case. They were chilling on the sofa in Lando’s apartment. Her boyfriend was sitting on the ground playing Fifa while she was lying on the sofa reading her new book. Everything was going alright, Y/n managed to focus and successfully finish 2 chapters until she reached the “spicy part” of the book.

“With a groan, he pushes into her while she gasps out loud, adjusting to his size…”

Y/n’s face starts burning as she squeezes her thighs together as she looks down at her boyfriend. As much as y/n wants to ask Lando, which she knows he will be willing to help her, she’s too shy. Normally, y/n never has to ask for an orgasm, she’s actually getting too much of it. Lando’s friends tease him saying that they’re like bunnies, always on top of each other. However, in this particular situation, she needs him. Y/n tries to shift her attention back to the book, but the words just fly through her head and she can’t help but imagine Lando on top of her. Y/n’s whole body was on fire and her face practically looked like a tomato and ready to explode at any given moment.

“Lan-” Y/n can’t help but call out for his help

“Hm?” Lando asks, eyes still glued to the screen

Y/n sat up and looked at him but didn’t reply

“What’s wrong baby?” Lando turns around to look at her red face

Y/n still doesn’t reply but looks at him with teary puppy eyes, hoping he’ll get it and help her out. Lando did indeed figure out what’s going on with his girlfriend but instead of helping her out, he decided to be a tease

“Can’t help you if you don’t tell me, hm?” He questions in a teasing tone, moving up to join her on the couch, face only inches away from hers. His hands were on her hip as he guided her to straddle him. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Lando’s shoulder as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, still struggling to get her words out because of her shyness and the overwhelming feeling of needing to be satisfied. Hip grinding down onto his crotch letting out some quiet whimpers.

“Use your words, princess,” Lando said in a stern voice, whispering in her ears.

“Need you” Y/n can’t help but let out a small whimper, given she’s almost half naked, only wearing panties and Lando’s sweater, sitting on her fully clothed boyfriend.

“At least use your manners, god,” Lando says mockingly. Watching her cute face getting flushed everytime she gets shy, Lando just can’t stop teasing his beloved girlfriend. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” She mumbled into his neck

“God, you’re so fucking cute” Lando chuckled. Their hands moved down to take off her panties. His fingers start going up and down her folds, collecting your wetness. “You’re soaked”

Y/n’s face gets even redder, looking like a chili at this point. She hates it when he says things like that, just because it makes her even more embarrassed than before, which is also why he loves dirty talk, he loves seeing her crumble for him. Lando’s fingers start rubbing her clit in a circular motion, drawing soft moans from her.

“I-I’m close” Y/n moans as Lando inserts two fingers inside of of her. Thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, he starts scissoring her, touching her G-spot in every thrust. But just when she was about to cum, he took his fingers out. She finally removed her face from his neck just to look at him in confusion.

“Not yet”

“I want you to ride me” Lando whispers in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n frowns and pouts looking at him, not happy from being denied her orgasm and being demanded to ride her boyfriend. Well, not that she had a problem with it, just that she is shy, and she’s pretty much a “pillow princess”, and Lando loves her since he prefers being on top anyways. However, since he’s in the mood for teasing her to her breaking point, Lando makes her ride him.

“That’s the only way you’re getting off, princess” Lando states looking at your pouting face, extremely unsatisfied with her boyfriend.

Y/n shuffles to unzip his pants and pull down his boxer, revealing his hard member, now leaking precum. She lowers herself slowly, having a hard time adjusting to his size. After taking in all of him, Y/n starts bouncing on his cock. She tries biting her lips to muffle her moans, throwing a tantrum since she’s still not happy from her orgasm denial earlier. However, her intentions fail miserably, as Lando's hands sneak down to stimulate her clit and she can’t help but let out a loud moan. His mouth covered her nipple and start sucking it, adding to the pleasure.

Y/n’s legs were shaking from the overstimulation and her speed slowed down. She can barely ride him at this point and just grinds on him, but it wasn’t enough. She knows she needs his help, but still finds it hard to speak up.

“All you have to is ask, bunny,” Lando said as he saw her slowing down

“Please,” Y/n says with tears welling in her eyes, on the brink of rolling down.

Lando holds her hips and starts moving her up and down on him, combined with his thrusts upward, he’s hitting all the right spots. The sounds of their skins slapping together with wet sounds of her arousal and his precum filling the room. Y/n’s pretty sure that their sofa is ruined for good but that’s not their focus right now.

“Lan I’m cumming” The overwhelming feeling took over her, pushing her to the edge.

“Cum for me princess”

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut as she’s about to cum “Eyes on me baby” Lando demands, always loving to see her face when she’s falling apart for him. Y/n keeps eye contact with him while she cums, just the way he likes it, and lets out a loud squeal, milking him as he spills inside her. Lando lays her down on the couch as he pulls out of her, parting her legs and staring at his cum leaking out of her hole. Lando takes his phone takes a picture and puts it in his hidden album.

“Do you have to stare?” Y/n asks, squeezing her thighs together to hide it.

Lando just chuckled and went to get a towel to clean her up.

“I love you so much, even though sometimes i think cat got your tongues, you’re so cute”

[meazalykov]

Hiii!! I hope you're doing well.. I just wanted to ask if you could potentially make a fic of reader and Ona Batlle please?

shirt swap

ona batlle x reader (requested)

authors note: I am doing well, I hope you are as well. enjoy this fic :)

a draw in the champions league group stage against barcelona was enough for your team to be overjoyed.

personally, you were feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness.

a few weeks ago, ona batlle, one of the barcelona defenders, followed you on instagram.

curious, seeing that all of your soccer friends follow her on instagram, you followed her back.

after scrolling through her instagram pictures-- lets just say, you have a lot of attraction towards her.

your teammate convinced you to go and ask ona for her shirt, a foundation to start getting closer to the spanish woman.

seeing that ona was talking to your national teammate, kika, you walked up to them with a smile.

"y/n! its so nice to see you!" kika yells in portuguese, hugging and squeezing you as if you were going to vanish away.

"kika I can't breathe!" you squeak.

"I'm sorry!"

"ona have you met y/n before? y/n this is ona and ona this is y/n!" kika speaks in english.

"its nice to meet you, y/n." ona speaks with a smirk.

your breath could've been caught in your throat when ona grabs your hand, taking a kiss on your knuckles before pulling away.

kika didn't think much of it, until she saw your face get hot.

"its nice to meet you too, ona." you smirk.

"actually kika, I came over here to ask ona for her shirt." you look over at kika, pointing towards ona's shirt.

"oh my-- that's so nice." kika says with enthusiasm.

"I'd love to swap with you." ona says as she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

you do the same, making sure to fold the shirt handing it over to ona.

she gave you her barcelona jersey, and you were surprised when ona put your shirt on right away.

after you put her barcelona black away kit on, you looked over at kika who had the brightest smirk on her face.

she is definitely going to tease you about this in portugal for camp.

"you smell good." ona casually says, adjusting your shirt on her body as you smile.

"thank you, you do as well." you respond.

"I'm gonna go talk to esmee really quick..." kika says, nudging your shoulder with hers before she jogs over to the dutch woman by the benches.

now that kika is gone, you feel bolder about asking ona out-- or at least getting to talk to her more to lead up to that.

"I find this a little funny, since I followed you on instagram not too long ago." ona speaks up, stepping closer to you as you nodded your head.

"oh yeah, I remember that. it wasn't that long ago." you respond.

"don't tell any of the girls this, but can I get your phone number? I wanna start talking to you more." ona asks.

your heart could've exploded right there.

"oh definitely! I don't have a paper or my phone on me though." you say, going to pat your non-existent pockets on your shorts.

"let me go get mine, I'll be back." ona calls as she jogs away to the benches.

your head turned to look at kika by the benches, she started giggling along with esmee brugts beside her--- you shook your head at them for being so nosey.

"here, you can type it here." ona says, jogging back to you with the keypad on her phone ready.

"done." you quickly type your number in, giving her your phone number.

"do you want to go out sometime, maybe after we start talking for a bit?" you ask.

your club was in england, and her club was in spain-- but you'd be willing to fly back here to spain sometime or flying her out to come see you. she's played in england before so you know she'd have some comfort there.

"I'd love that. I was actually going to ask you but it's nice you got to first." ona giggled.

you smile brightly, the sound of her laughter is something you found cute.

"okay, I'll see you then." you say.

---

three months later after that game, ona came to visit her old manchester united teammates in england.

on the last day before she left, she stopped by to see you at manchester city.

"hola!!" you squeal as ona threw herself into your arms.

for the last three months, the both of you have talked on the phone every evening.

the chemistry and compatibility between the both of you was undeniable, even from miles away.

"hey how have you been?!" ona asked, immediately running into your apartment and throwing herself on your couch.

"you know how I've been! I've been good." you say as you go into your kitchen.

"y/n you know what I mean." ona continues to lay on your couch, grabbing your remote and turning on your tv after a bit of struggle.

"okay okay-- well ona do you want anything to drink? I can make you coffee-- hot or iced-- I can make you a smoothie too, or I have water." you suggest.

"ou what smoothies do you have?" ona jumps up from your couch, keeping the remote on your coffee table as she comes towards you in your kitchen.

"I can make you a strawberry banana smoothie, mango, kiwi, peanut butter-- I have a lot of ingredients to make whatever you want." you say.

"I'll take banana." ona says.

"just banana?" you ask with a light smile.

"yup!" ona says with a *pop* on the ending.

"I got you." you say.

as you prepped her smoothie, ona started walking around your apartment.

you didn't mind it at all, since she is staying with you for the night until she catches her flight back to spain.

"you kept my jersey?" you hear ona call out from one your rooms.

you left the kitchen to go into your hallway, to see that ona was in your spare room.

you used that spare room as a room where you kept your vanity, gaming setup, and frames where you put player's jerseys in.

you have ona's jersey in one of those frames. her jersey was in-between marta's brazil jersey and messi's barcelona signed jersey.

"yes I did." you walked into the room, seeing her observing all of the jerseys you've gotten.

"why is mine beside messis?? do you think I'm on his level." ona laughed.

"I think you're better." you joked.

"oh shut up, don't even joke like that." the both of you laughed hard.

"ona, I highly value you, you're a great defender and play for barcelona of all teams!" you say.

you're playing for another club, so that's all you want to say about ona' club without betraying your club in manchester.

"you should come to barcelona, we need a right-back." ona smirks.

"someday, I really like manchester city now." you say.

"okay that's fair." ona responds.

there was a moment of silence as ona gave you a look you couldn't recognize.

you stood by the door, leaning on the frame as ona came closer to you.

you were a couple of inches taller than ona, so you looked down at her as she stopped in front of you.

nothing else was said as you both leaned in and kissed each other. you pulled away with a smirk as ona wrapped her arms around your waist.

"how long were you waiting to do that?" you asked, giggling as ona rested her head on your shoulder.

"since we did the shirt swap back in barcelona." ona responds, giving your shoulder a kiss as you rested your head on top of hers.

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[starringthesturniolos]

The triplets are on stream and y/n is just laying on Matt’s bed (probably reading idk idk) and the whole chat explodes and begs for Matt to bring her to the stream.

He pulls her into his lap, wrapping his arm around her stomach and they’re being all cute for the rest of stream. That is until what happens after….

“come on y/n, we have to give the people what they want” he smirks but you just curl further into his comforter. your not one of those people that like being on camera and never have been. you’d kinda been in a mood the whole day anyway, and to your embarrassment, it was because you are so incredibly horny. matt has been so busy this week that you guys have almost had no time this week to do it. to make matters worse, today was supposed to be his free day, a day to spend just you and him, but him and his brothers insisted they do a suprise stream for the fans. so to say you could care less about what the fans want right now is an understatement.

“tell the fans i’m tired of their bullshit, matt.” you roll your eyes. “and im getting tired of yours too.” you roll over so your back is facing him and wrap his comforter over your head. he’s probably going to be a couple of hours, might as well take a nap.

you go to close your eyes when your phone pings with a notification from matt. you turn your neck to look at him, confused why he’s texting you when your in the room with him, but he’s just facing his pc. you turn back around and click on the message.

loose the attitude and behave.

then i might just give you what you want baby.

your thighs squeeze together at the thought of matt giving you exactly what you want. your practically drooling at the thought. when you go to respond to him, theres an image waiting for you already. its a picture of matts hard buldge encased in his sweatpants. his veiny hand rest right beside it and you want nothing more than to replace his hand with yours. all hatred for the stream aside, you practically skip to matt. he smirks and grabs your waist. he slides his chair out to give you room and you see his boner for the second time today. he gives you a knowing look and pulls you onto his lap right on top of it. with both your legs now straddling his hips, he thrust his hips up, and to the fans it probably look like he’s just trying to get comfortable, but you both knew it was just way to get you more worked up. at this point your so wet, it has to be leaving a stain on his pants, and he is loving every second.

“here she is.” he coos and the fans blow up the chat. you rest your head on his chest and prepare to relax because you know he’s still going to be a while. you sigh at the thought and he kisses your head in response. he mutes his mic for a second and he pulls his head down so his lips meet your ear. “being such a good girl, so patient for me. gonna take such good care of you.” you whine at his words and he grabs your hips to stop the onslaught of movement he knew you were about to make.

seeing how riled up you are makes him even more desperate to have you ride him into oblivion, so he relents. “hey guys, its been cool but i think i’m going to log off right now. see you guys next week, have fun with nick and chris” he says and immediately ends the stream. not even a second after he ends it, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is hot and passionate, matt bites your lips slightly and you allow him access into your mouth. you reach both hands up into his brown hair and tug slightly and he groans into your mouth. he pulls back and holds eye contact with you while moving your hips against him. the eye contact made everything more intimate and you loved it. with both of your mouths agape, he starts grinding you down on him harder and thrusting up slightly. your panties are ruined and you can hear the slooshing sound it makes against him. “are you ready for me baby? i can hear how wet you are” he whispers in the husky tone you loved so much. “yes, matt” you moan back in response. his pupils dialate and he picks you up and places you on the bed. he gently pulls your pants and panties down before rubbing your slit. you writhe against his hand and his breathing gets heavier watching your body move. “tell me how much you want it” matt mutters in a trance. “please matt, i want you inside me. i need you” you say batting your eyes at him the way you know drives him insane.

he groans and pulls his pants down, lining his huge dick to your opening. “who am i to say no to my baby?” he says as he slides into you. both of you let out a pornographic moan. he ruts into you at a fast pace, wasting no time and you can feel your cunt start to tighten around him. “jesus, keep squeezing me like that and im going to fucking lose it” he says breathlessly. he leans his head into the crook of your neck and inhales your perfume. he groans into your ear and you whine at the overwhelmingness of it all. his body on yours, his pretty blue eyes watching you, and his cock deep inside you. then all of sudden he pulls out of you. “matt- what?” you say tears starting to form in your eyes. you were in your submissive state and matt felt bad because he knew you needed him. so he wasted no time telling you what to do.

“don’t worry, im still going to take care of you sweetheart. just want you to ride me until your cumming and screaming my name.” he strokes yoir hair and places a light kiss on your cheek like he hadn’t just said the dirtiest thing he could think of. “that sound good to you?” he whispers with your faces inches apart. “yes, matt please” you say desperately as he lays down. he taps your thigh and you swing it over his hip. he helps guide you down on his dick and holds your hips there so he can get a hold of himself. once he lets go, you take that as a sign to move and you begin to bounce up and down on him. your tits bounce with you and your face gives off the pleasure your feeling as you bounce harder and faster. “so pretty, baby. i love seeing you like this” he groans and you sit all the way down on him. you start to whine on his dick and he whimpers which means he’s close. “cum with me, pretty” he grips your hips harder and moves you faster against him. with your clit rubbing against his stomach and his dick deep inside of you, its enough to push you over the edge. “matt- mm- fuck matt.” you moan louder than you have the whole night. “thats it baby. thats it” he coos as he fills you up and helps you ride out your orgasm.

after both of you wind down, you flop down next to him. he chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face. “what happened to you, kid. looks like you just got ran over” he jokes kissing you before grabbing a towel to clean you up with. he climbs back into bed with you, spooning you and placing soft kisses all over your neck. you look over and see his phone lighting up.

“nick’s calling” you say while giving him his phone. matt puts it on speaker and nick starts yelling immediately.

“YOU NASTY FUCKS, YOU DO REALIZE THE WALLS ARENT SOUNDPROOF, ME AND CHRIS COULD HEAR EVERYTHING. CHRIS LITERALLY LEFT BECAUSE OF IT, YOU GUYS SHOULD BE ASHAMED” he yells without pause

you and matt break out laughing and nick continues to yell at you guys for being nasty.

this is the good life

A/n- thank you for the request, loved it! if you want me to write something else im down, love yall

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[luveline]

Please a Hotch (new girl dad LMFAO) little fic where he discovers the joys and wonders of being a girl dad 😭🤍 like dressing up and playing tea party, or ‘honey, what do I put in her hair?? A bow? A ribbon?? A headband?? A clip??’ Or something about their baby girl always running to him when she bumps her head or falls!! I think it would be really cute

“Do you mind?” you ask through giggles. 

Aaron rubs his hand up the length of your stomach. It tickles in a strange way, but you’re laughing because he’s cornered you on the couch. He takes up the entirety of your view, the air hot between your close faces. 

“No,” he says simply. He has big hands, warm hands. They leave heat in their wake where they touch you. 

“No, come on. I can’t see Jane.” You’re mostly kidding. You really can’t see Jane, but she’s about three feet away, and your living room is baby proofed.

Aaron peeks behind his shoulder. His smile says more than words —he must have caught her smiling herself. “You okay, honey?”

“Yes. Okay. Okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m okay, I’m just giving mommy some kisses.” Aaron strokes your stomach with a loving thumb. “You want to come over here for a cuddle?” 

Jane doesn’t answer. Aaron turns back to you with a glowing smile. “She’s very happy. Now let me kiss you–” You’re laughing again as he kisses you, your cheek, the high point and the end of your brow. 

“I can’t believe you’ve cornered me,” you say, nudging him away to hold his face in your hands. “It’s too warm in here for this, you need to give me some space.”

“I don’t want space from you,” he jokes, matching your playful tone.

“Daddy!” Jack calls from somewhere deeper in the house. “I need help!”

“With what?” he calls, sitting up and away from your touch. He squeezes your leg as he leaves, his voice echoing against the hallway walls, “Jack? What’s the problem, buddy?” 

He waits for an answer he doesn’t get before heading upstairs. You weren’t lying when you said it was too hot for kisses —the winter chill is pervasive and Jane is vulnerable to the cold, so the heat is high and the Hotchner boys are pink in the cheeks every time you see them. You fan your face, tracking Jane’s clumsy waddling as she ferries a pink teddy bear next to her baby doll beside the picnic blanket you’d laid out for her. 

“Having fun, Janey?” you ask. 

“Baba,” she mumbles. 

“Alright, that’s fun. How about I go make us some dinner?” 

“Babababa…” 

“Bababa,” you say back. 

You set about cleaning the mess she’s making before it can explode and prop the door between the living room and the kitchen open to watch her while you peel some potatoes. She plays happily for a while, and upstairs you can hear the celebratory shouts of the boys having figured something out. “Come have some juice before you do the next part,” Aaron says. 

With a sudden bump and a telling silence, Jane falls over. You drop your potatoes and wipe your hands on your front, prepared to sweep her up in your arms and coo away any tears. Her crying rings like a storm siren, so loud you miss the rush of footsteps down the stairs. 

“Baby,” you say softly, holding out your arms as you approach. Aaron and Jack trickle into the room behind her. “Let mommy see? What did you do, huh?” 

She climbs onto her feet. You don't even realise she’s looking away from you until she’s running at her father’s legs, completely ignoring your offered embrace. “Oh, sweetheart,” Aaron says, bending down to meet her. “What did you do? You hurt yourself? Let me have a look. Let me see.” 

Your chest is a pit, that falling feeling as though you’ve missed a step, but the open joy on Aaron’s face soothes any jealousy quickly. “What did you do?” he asks again, lifting his head to accommodate her little body as she wraps her arms and legs around him. He picks her up. She looks small under his chin. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” 

Jack weaves around him to hug your thigh. “Did she fall?” he asks. 

He can come to you for anything, big or small, just like Jane can go to her father. You ruffle his soft hair with a smile. “She’s just shocked when things don’t feel nice because she’s so little. It probably didn’t hurt very much, okay? Don’t worry.” 

“Don’t listen to mommy,” Aaron murmurs, patting what looks like the entire span of Jane’s back with a barely opened palm, “I’m sure it hurt lots and lots.” 

“Dad,” she mumbles tearily.

Aaron gives you the look. One he does all too often when he’s feeling grateful for the things he has, his brow pinched into a gentler furrow than usual. “I know, honey. That floor is so mean, always hurting you. I think we should get some soft carpets instead, what do you think?” 

Jack tugs on your hand. “Can you make me some apple juice, please? I think he will be here for a while.” 

You’re thinking there’ll be carpets fitted in here within the month. “Sure, babe. You wanna help me make some French fries?” 

[princessbrunette]

omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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[thehistoriccemetery]

How They’d React to Your Secret Fear of Thunderstorms

It’s raining here and this may or may not be a self insert.

Headcannons for Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheria. The reader is gender neutral.

I tried to write the men but I just don’t know how.

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Shadowheart

She’s praying when you come in. She opens one eye slightly when she hears you enter, motioning over to the bedroll.

She thinks you’re just coming in to get out of the rain at first; you are the only one without a tent, afterall.

It isn’t until she’s done praying that she realizes you seem to be hiding inside the bedroll.

“Are you… looking for something in there?” She asks, pulling back the top of the bedroll.

The look on her face lets you know you’ve been caught.

She sighs and scoots into the bedroll next to you. She’s not much of a cuddler, but this counts as an extenuating circumstance. You snuggle up next to her and thank her.

[Tiefling] She won’t even say anything when she feels your tail around her waist.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel also fucking HATES thunderstorms. She wouldn’t dare say she was scared but she doesn’t care for them at all.

She already pissy by the time you get to her tent. “I don’t understand why the sky in your ‘faerun’ finds all this noise necessary. If I wanted to listen to insolent shouting, I’d talk to Shadowheart about the Selunites again.”

She makes fun of you if say you’re afraid, but you see her jump a little bit every time a particularly violent crash rings through camp.

She won’t try to hug or comfort you in anyway, but she inches closer to you every time the ground shakes.

Ya know… for you protection

Karlach

She is somehow asleep despite the all the noise.

You move into her tent with Scratch at your heals and gently shake her awake.

“Hey Solider,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Is everything alright?”

“I… um… Scratch is actually afraid of the thunder,” you say, pointing accusingly at the confused dog.

Karlach smiles a tired smile “well then I guess I’m left with no choice.” She opens the bedroll to welcome you in. The dog happily trots to her feet and curls up.

“Hey um, Clive’s actually pretty scared too. He could probably use a nice tight squeeze,” she says handing you the stuffed bear.

You happily snuggle up to her warm body with the bear wrapped tight in your arms.

You instinctively bury yourself in her chest when thunder booms so loud it sounds like the sky may crack. Your face runs hot, and you refuse to lift your head.

She kisses you gently on the top of the head. “I adore you, ya know?” You can feel her ‘you’re so fucking cute I’m gonna explode’ smile.

You decide you’re actually just probably gonna melt right there from the embarrassment.

Minthara

Minthara doesn’t like the rain at all. Something about her feline nature. But she doesn’t mind the thunder and lightning. She actually finds it sort of calming in a way.

When you come into her tent, she’s reading on a pillow. She doesn’t look up. “You can take the bedroll. I don’t mind.”

You hurriedly take the invitation, shoving yourself as quickly as possible into the bedroll.

She continues her reading for a few minutes before looking up. “You’re shaking the whole tent. Are you cold?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. She unfolds a blanket and moves to throw it over your shaking body. That’s when she realizes you’re trembling, white-knuckling the blanket.

“Oh,” she pauses, unsure of what to do. “Something has you frightened?” It doesn’t occur to her that the thunder could be scary.

“It’s the storm. I don’t like it,” you say weakly, refusing to meet her gaze.

She silently moves her reading pillow closer to you, sitting down cross legged right above your head. She drags your shoulders so that your head is in her lap. She plays with your hair, hands moving protectively over your ears at the start of each rumble.

Minthara thinks it’s kind of silly and juvenile at first, but her attitude changes as she watches you visibly calm. It actually makes her feel kind of powerful. She’s protecting you from the sky itself.

Jaheira

She’s lounging just outside her tent, still covered by the awning. “It’s a beautiful night, no?” She asks as you approach, staring up and watching the lightening crack across the sky.

You look at her aghast, standing in the rain like a drowned rat. “Oh, come in, of course.”

She gives you some rags and helps dry you off. She helps you out of your soaked clothes and into something dry.

She notices the way you jump at the thunder and close your eyes when the lightning flashes.

“Do not worry, cub. This is nothing to be afraid of. It is just the *explains in science terms how the thunder and lightning works*”

She seems to notice that her extensive explanation did little to soothe you. She doesn’t really know what will soothe you though.

She ends up sitting down next to you on the bedroll, allowing you to rest your wet hair on her shoulder if you so choose.

She settles for telling you stories of the Harpers and other heroes. Her tales serve as a distraction enough to get you through the night.

[forever-rogue]

Hi Bee🐝 I hope you’re having a nice weekend❣️

I had a Joel fic idea I wanted to send you in case you are looking for inspo? If not just ignore this lmao.

I thought it would be kind of cute to have a fic where r likes to read even after the world went to hell and whenever she goes with Joel somewhere and he luckily finds a book he knows she hasn’t read he picks it up for her as a gift😭 and r reads out loud for them when they’re camping, oblivious to Joel’s feelings until one day he gives r a book she mentioned she loved when she was younger and she’s like oh, you feel the same way 😭

AN | I love this, this is so soft and I love this concept! I hope you like it too 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"Always buried in a book," his tease was accompanied by a warm chuckle as you looked up and found Joel strolling into the makeshift library. Your smile was beaming as you marked your page and set the book down to give him your full attention, "what are you readin' now?"

"Nothing terribly exciting," you confessed with a huff, nodding in the direction of your latest selection, "the Hobbit. I think I've read it a dozen times by now. As a matter of fact I think I've read all of these books at least twice."

"Hard to expand a library when people aren't writing anymore," Joel rubbed at his beard thoughtfully as you nodded sadly, "its a shame."

"I never thought I'd see the day when I couldn't go to the bookstore or library for a new book," you looked away, blinking back your tears. It wasn't just the book thing - it was everything, "but here we are. I like to write my own stories sometimes but it's not the same. I already know the beginning, middle, and end and all the plot twists when it's all in my head."

He hummed in understanding as you felt him study you intently. Your face warmed up under his intense gaze as tugged at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater, “is there a reason you read the same thing multiple times?”

“I’ve always read a lot,” you tucked your legs up and under yourself on the overstuffed chair. You focused on the fire that was crackling away merrily, knowing that you had his undivided attention, “it was always a good form of escapism when I was younger and turns out it also works these days with all of…this. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, I always had a hard time fitting in. When things got bad, there was always a book to turn to.”

“Did you have a favorite?” you huffed in amusement as you turned to him with a no duh expression. The look on your face made him laugh as well, and he reached over to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “what was it?”

“You’re going to laugh…”

“I promise I won’t,” he insisted, accompanied by a silent shake of his shoulders which led you to raise your eyebrows at him, “I’ll do my best not to.”

“A true man of honor,” you rested your chin in your hand as you looked over at him, “prideandprejudice.”

“Come again?” he was teasing you, the question filled with tender affection, “didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart.”

“You’re the worst,” you groaned softly, hiding your face in your hands, “you heard me loud and clear - Pride and Prejudice. I know it’s silly but I’ve just always loved it.”

“I don’t think that’s silly at all,” he promised as you relaxed slightly. It wasn’t that you needed his approval or hoped he felt the same way, but there was something about his response and how tenderly he watched you that it made your tummy explode with butterflies, “it’s nice to have something familiar to hang onto - it’s nice to have a friend.”

“I agree,” oh. He really had to stop looking at you like that before you melted into a puddle on the floor, “I haven’t read it in forever.”

“Haven’t found a copy or just haven’t had the desire to read it?”

“Haven’t found it,” you sighed dramatically, before smiling back at him, “maybe one day I will, and if I do, I’m going to make you read it as well - I’ll even read it out loud for you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Umm…I dunno,” you mused as he shook his head fondly, “both? Which one is worse?”

“I don’t think I’d ever feel threatened by you,” he began as you gave him a mock-hurt little expression, “you’re very tough, but I’m sorry sweetheart, you’re too soft. Which isn’t a bad thing. So, tell you what, you ever get your hands on a copy of Pride and Prejudice, I’d love to have you read it out loud for me.”

“Yeah?” you looked at him with soft doe eyes that made his heart constrict.

“Promise.”

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Joel liked your smile; it was pretty, even if you shied away from it at times. It always worked to make his heart constrict with emotion, and he’d long formed his own little plan to make you smile as often as he could. You weren’t privy to that just yet, but that was okay. As long as you were happy that was all that mattered. 

His favorite way, as he’d found after that afternoon in the library, was surprising you with a new book. Realistically, it wasn’t much, but it was the meaning behind the gesture, and the fact that even though he was out in the big, bad outside, he was thinking about you. 

Book after book he found for you, some almost new, perfectly preserved in time, and some already aged and loved before everything fell apart. But it never mattered, it was all about the face that he did just for you. The old, rickety bookcase in your small apartment was soon filled with new titles, some you’d already and others you’d never even heard of, all lovingly placed and organized. One of the many reasons you didn’t mind these small tokens of affection from Joel was the fact that it gave you more reasons to spend time with him.

As the months passed, you got to know Joel more and more, learning about his life from before the Outbreak to present. You shared just as much with him and in a way it felt like the two of you had always been friends, like two wandering souls that had found their way back to each other. You never would have thought that someone like him would ever even want to spend time with you, but you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. 

On this particular evening you found yourself in his backyard, along with Ellie and a few other friends that you’d made in Jackson. Some moonshine had been passed around, and lots of exciting stories had been exchanged. You were listening to everyone, mostly staying more on the quiet side when you realized you didn’t have much to contribute to the current conversation at hand. 

“What about you?” Joel was sitting on your side and leaned into your space, gently nudging your leg with his. You blinked a few times, tearing your attention away from the fire and turning it to him with a confused look on your face, “what’s your best camping story?”

“Oh,” you grinned sheepishly as you looked around the circle and found nothing but friendly faces looking back at you. Your cheeks warmed up as you shrugged innocently, “I’ve never actually been camping. So I wouldn’t know….unfortunately.”

“What?” Joel seemed surprised but quickly caught himself and slipped into the soft tone that he often adopted for you, “I knew there had to be something wrong with you - there had to be a flaw somewhere.”

“And never having been camping is my flaw?” you teased right back, unaware of the knowing smiles that were being exchanged all around.

“That’s right,” he insisted, leaning in even closer, causing your heart to skip a few beats, “but don’t worry, there will still be time to fix that.”

“What a gentleman,” you down the rest of your drink, shaking your head in amusement.

“Would you look at the time…” Ellie almost jumped out of her seat, pointedly looking around the circle and motioning with her head that it was time to leave, “it’s late and we’re all tired, so we’re gonna…go.”

“All of you at once?” Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the girl, knowing better than anything by this point. She nodded with narrowed eyes as everyone said their goodbyes, leaving just the two of you. Joel let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair and smiled at you, “very subtle.”

Your mind started to reel with possibilities as to what he meant. You knew what you wanted him to mean, but you also weren’t about to flatter yourself like that. Joel wouldn’t ever like you as more than a friend, right? Right. 

The way you looked at him with such wide, gentle eyes made him want to pull you into his lap and kiss you until there was no mistaking what he was saying. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you cleared your throat softly.

"I guess I should get going too," you whispered, still unmoving, "it's late."

As soon as you stood up but before you could go, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he gently held you back.

You turned around to face him, neither of you speaking, just studying each other. He had lovely eyes, soft despite all the years of hardness, his lips pulled into a soft smile.

Before you could stop yourself with too much logic, you leaned in and kissed him. You wondered if it was all a huge mistake, but to your surprise, he kissed you right back. His hands found purchase on your waist and yours on his shoulders as you let him kiss you 

Until you came to your senses and realized what you were doing. You gasped in surprise and pulled back, looking at him worriedly as Joel dropped his hands from your waist. You blinked back the tears that had immediately threatened to well up, panicking that you had crossed any remaining boundaries that either of you had remaining.

"I-I am so sorry," you whispered, touching your lips without thinking about it, "I have to go. I'm sorry."

You were gone before Joel could even process what had just happened. 

When he did, he hung his head and sighed heavily. He hoped he hadn't just fucked everything up.

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In the following week, you weren’t actively trying to avoid Joel…but you were definitely making sure you weren’t around whenever he was. You just had no idea how to broach the subject or if it even needed to be discussed. The idea of going up to him and saying anything made you want to curl up and wither away - it might have been dramatic  but you were willing to allow yourself a little bit of theatrics. 

But…you realized later on, Joel hadn’t fought off your advances. He’d actively kissed you back, and taken control. Maybe he’d wanted it just as much as you had. Or, or, you’d taken advantage of him, because you’d both been drinking. That made it all worse, and made your stomach churn. 

Either way, your plan was to avoid him - if not forever - for as long as you could.

Unfortunately, Joel was a stubborn man and wasn’t about to let you go without any explanations. And you weren’t exactly particularly sneaky; he found you in your usual spot, perched on the window seat with a book open in your lap as you stared out the window. 

“Hey,” you startled at the sound of his voice, but turned to him with a shy smile. He approached you slowly, almost as if he was afraid that he was going to scare you off like some sort of wild animal, “figured you’d be here.”

“Well,” you waved your hands around dismally before tucked your book away, “I’m not exactly hard to find if you know me. I’m a creature of habit.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” he came over and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest, “I have a surprise for you.”

“O-oh, Joel,” you swallowed thickly and wondered what on earth he could possibly be referring to, “I-I don’t need anything…seriously.”

“I didn’t get you anything technically,” ah. Joel and his little technicalities, “more of a ‘we’re doing this,’ type of thing.”

“And what is it that we’re doing?”

“Camping,” he stated with a grin as you just blinked at him in shock.

“Pardon?”

“We - you, Ellie, and I - are going camping,” he stated again as if that would clear everything up, “just a little something I’ve been planning since you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I-I have not been avoiding you,” a lie. You both knew that much, “just…busy.”

“Whatever the reason,” he insisted, “we’re goin’ camping. We’re leaving bright and early in the morning so make sure your things are packed.”

“Joel-”

“We’ll be ‘round at eight,” he gave your leg a gentle pat before heading out, not letting you get a word in edgewise. This man.

You watched him go, feeling so alive and nervous at the same time, but more importantly, you were excited to go.

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As it turned out, camping was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. You were pretty sure a lot of it had to do with your present company. Ellie and Joel were always fun to be around and this was no exception.

Joel had scouted out a remote but safe location near a river where you made camp. There was something rewarding about putting up your own tent and making a fire to cook your dinner on. It was definitely a welcome change; it almost made it seem like the world had never fallen apart. 

One particular evening, Ellie had crashed early and was already in the tent sleeping. That felt you and Joel outside sitting next to the fire. When the conversation hit a natural lull, Joel stood up and walked over to his backpack. You watched him curiously, a smile dancing on your face.

"Close your eyes," he called back to you. You playfully closed your eyes and put your hands over him. He chuckled as he pulled something out of the pack before zipping it closed.

He made his way back over to you, gently placing something in your lap. You made a small sound of surprise but didn't dare to open your eyes. Instead, you waited for him to give you the go ahead.

He sat back down next to you, groaning slightly at his stiff bones. You felt him pull your hands away from your eyes, "alright, you can go ahead and open your eyes."

"Joel, you really didn't need to get me anything!" You gasped as you looked at the object in your lap, trying to hide back a squeal of delight, "Joel. This is amazing."

"You like it?" He asked, nervous as he watched you inspect the small object. 

"Pride and Prejudice," you opened the cover and flicked through some of the gold leafed pages. It was still in impeccable condition, "oh my god, I can't believe you found this - you remembered."

“‘course I did,” any nerves he had remaining quickly dissipated when he saw the look of pure joy on your face, “I remember a lot of things.”

“I mentioned it like one time,” you flipped through some of the pages, touching your fingers over the worn but love pages, “I can’t…this is wonderful, a-and so kind. Thank you so much, Joel.”

“You mentioned how much you used to like it,” oh no. He felt like he could melt into a puddle at how sweet you were, “and I wanted you to have it again. So I’ve been keeping my eye out for it.”

“You’ve been looking for it?” alright, you were about ready to cry at that point. He nodded, trying to make it seem like less of a big deal than it actually was, “you’re amazing. I can’t…this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

“It’s not that big of a thing-”

“It’s everything,” you clutched the book to your chest, “this means everything to me.”

“You mean everything to me,” his voice was gentle. You gasp inwardly at the revelation, “I thought it was only fitting.”

You moved closer to him on the log, shifting your body so you could face him. Your eyes locked onto his; he could see the hesitation on your face and in your body language. He decided to answer your silent question by putting his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. 

Joel leaned in and kissed you, so quickly and delicately that you were almost convinced you might have imagined it. Judging from the expression on his face, you knew that it had definitely happened. You hadn’t just dreamed it last time - he wanted this too. You leaned into him and pressed a few more kisses to his lips, the two of you lingered but neither of you pushing. 

“There’s something I have to ask you,” he tucked a few stray locks of hair behind your hair as you felt your face grow warm again. The effect he had on you was palpable. 

“Anything.”

“Will you read to me?” the way the smile on your face was intoxicating and Joel was hooked, “I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice.”

“Shocker,” you teased softly, “are you sure though?”

“Positive,” he promised as he took your hand and led you over to the nest of warm blankets that were near the fire, “nothing would make me happier.”

“Okay,” you made yourself comfortable and pulled out the book, “get comfy and let’s get started.”

“Okay.”

[lipglossanon]

Costumes!

dark stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, CNC, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, costumed sex, slight nipple play, tit slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, slight ass play, calling reader his little wife 🤭, degradation, name calling, mommy kink

not proofread ✌️

Your friend Tiffany invites you to her house for the weekend and for once Leon says it’s okay to go (probably cause you asked while your mom was in the room). Unbeknownst to you, Tiffany is actually hosting a Halloween party. So that afternoon when she picks you up, she’s bubbling over with excitement.  

You get to her house and any confusion from her happy demeanor on the car ride over clears up when seeing the huge group of people already milling around her house in costumes. 

“Go to my room and change!” she giggles, pushing you towards the stairs, “I picked out a costume for you already!”

Feeling a little hesitant once you see the outright slutty costume, you decide to live a little and quickly change into it. Giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror, you adjust the plaid skirt with the white button up top that’s showing off your breasts. The school girl getup is a little played out, but you still think it looks cute. 

Heading downstairs, you join Tiffany and the rest of her group of friends. She introduces everyone and before too long more people show up until you lose sight of Tiffany and the small gaggle of her friends. Feeling a little self conscious at the stares of the other people at the party, you slip away to the basement, thankful that no one else has come down here. 

Making your way over, you grab a soda from the mini fridge down here, planning on just hiding out until the party dies down. Turning around, you jump to see a tall figure at the bottom of the stairs. You squint and can make out a plain white mask covering their face. 

“H-hi,” you give them a half wave, “uh, there’s drinks if you want one?”

You hold up your can of soda, but they shake their head no, stepping further into the empty basement. You give them a weak smile and go to bypass them but they reach out to grab your arm.  

Wincing, you try to pull away but it only causes them squeeze harder making you gasp. 

“You’re hurting me,” you frown up at the masked face, “let go.”

They do let you go, only to grab your throat and drag you over to the couch in the corner. You drop the can of soda; luckily, it lands on the soft rug placed down in front of the couch, so it doesn’t just explode everywhere. 

He shoves you down onto your knees before sitting on the couch in front of you, spreading his legs so you’re forced to kneel between them. 

“Stop,” tears bead your waterline, “my dad’s going to kill you, I swear.”

This response gets a light chuckle from the masked man, but he only unbuckles his belt to unzip and unbutton his slacks, pulling his thick cock from his briefs. Your thighs clench together as you see a bead of precum drip from the uncut tip. 

His hand reaches out to wind in your hair, clenching tightly and making you whimper at the pain. A familiar cologne hits your nose making your eyes flutter. Your nipples harden to stiff peaks that can be seen through your flimsy shirt. 

“You should s-stop,” you whimper as he flicks across your hard nipples, “my daddy’s gonna be really mad.”

That earns hard pinches to each nipple until you’re arching into the rough treatment. He yanks your top down so your breasts are completely exposed. Still holding onto your hair with one hand, he uses the other to slap your breasts, making sure to catch your nipples with his fingertips. 

“No,” you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks even as your flimsy panties fill with slick, “I don’t want this, stop, please.”

The man groans and slaps your tits even harder, constantly swapping sides until your skin stings and tingles. Your eyes keep dropping to his leaking cock, mouth watering at the thought of that fat weight on your tongue. 

As if he reads your mind, he drags your head forward until your mouth hovers over his dick, using his other hand to grab the base to slap it against your cheek and lips. You try to turn your head but the firm grip he has keeps you rooted to the spot while he drags his leaking tip all over your mouth and chin. 

He presses the tip against your lips but when you press them together to prevent him from going any further, he laughs at you, a low mean sound, and lets go of his cock to pinch your nose shut. Your hands have been balled up in your lap this entire time, but now you bring them up to push against his legs but he doesn’t budge. 

You hold your breath as long as possible but once your lungs start to burn you gasp out and he shoves your mouth down on his cock. Whining, your wet eyes stare up at his blank mask as he knocks the tip of his fat dick against the back of your throat making you gag. The familiar taste of his skin and the tang of his precum makes your pussy throb. 

With his free hand, he reaches up to push the mask up so his mouth is free. Leaning forward, he tugs you away from his dick and drools on the head before yanking you back down making you swallow his spit along with his cock. 

A low moan slips past your lips as he does it again, your own tongue greedily lapping up the spit dripping down his length. Leaving the mask pushed up, your blurry eyes take in his pouty lips making your cunt clench around nothing. He thrusts up until his tip kisses the back of your throat making you cough and gag. Pulling away as you retch once, thick sloppy strings of saliva bridge between your panting mouth and his throbbing dick. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs making you whine, tears running down your face, “such a nice tight throat.”

With simple praise dripping from his lips like honey, he doesn’t even have to guide you into taking his cock back into your mouth. He still keeps a grip on your hair, but now it’s only used to hold onto as you eagerly suck him off. 

You try to keep your gaze trained on his half covered face, watching as he smirks down at you while his thick length fills your mouth. He keeps you sloppily sucking him off for what must be most of the party. 

He bottoms out again and again until your gag reflex can’t take anymore, pulling away while coughing and retching, saliva and precum coating your lips and chin. 

“I can’t,” you rasp out, “can’t take anymore.”

He tightens his grip in your hair again and pulls until you’re seated in his lap. His wet cock slides against your slippery panties, completely soaked through at the point. He flips up the hem of your short skirt and pushes the thin see through panties to the side. 

“Daddy,” you whimper and he thrusts up into your sopping wet cunt. 

He slaps his palm over your mouth as you scream from the sudden stretch. His hips thrust up as he pounds into your pussy without any buildup, making your hole spasm and clench around his fat dick. 

“Think I wouldn’t find out,” he hisses in your ear, hand pulling your hair so hard it makes you cry, “I always know what my slutty girl is up to.”

“‘m sorry,” you whimper, “I swear I d-didn’t know, please daddy.”

“I know,” he chuckles meanly, “it’s why I didn’t just take you in front of all your little friends.”

You clench hard around him with a moan, “T-thank you, daddy.”

“You’re so welcome, baby. Knew you could be such a good girl.”

He groans, fucking up into your wet hole even harder, heavy balls slapping against your ass making your pussy drip everywhere. Using his free hand, he reaches around to grab a handful of your ass, helping guide you to bounce down on his dick. 

“Work that cock,” he grunts, “have to make up for teasing daddy in that little costume.”

Moaning, you arch your back and swivel your hips down, riding his cock faster. 

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you pant, “promise I’ll be your good girl.”

“Yeah you will,” he grits out, spanking your ass hard, “once we’re finished here, I’m taking you home.”

An idea crosses your mind has excitement buzzing through your body, “Can we stay at a hotel, daddy?”

You feel his cock twitch and throb inside your pussy. 

“Of course, baby,” he lets go of your hair to use both hands in grabbing your waist, “I’ll take you to a hotel, probably too late to go home anyway. Wouldn’t want to wake up your mom.”

Mewling, you bounce on his dick harder as Leon squeezes your hips. His cock grinds against your g-spot making your pussy clench around him tighter and tighter with every thrust. 

“Now cream my cock so I can cum in your soft little pussy,” he growls out, “if you don’t, I’m gonna spank your hot wet cunt until you cry.”

“I’m so close,” you whisper, tears still dripping from your eyes, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

He yanks you down onto his dick as he bullies up into your spasming hole. The tip bruises your cervix as he grinds his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. He reaches up and tugs your nipples causing you to squeeze around him, making the pleasure pain of his cock knocking into the entrance of your womb so much sharper. 

With another rough grinding roll of his hips, you cum hard. Your body folds forward, nails scratching across his clothed chest as your pussy walls flutter and clench around his stiff cock. Biting your lip, you stifle the wail that wants to escape. 

“Good girl,” he coos condescendingly at you, “daddy’s gonna give you his cum as a reward.”

You shudder, body still climaxing as he humps your spasming pussy until he’s spurting rope after rope of hot cum into your soaked cunt. 

“Take it,” he hisses, hands gripping the fat of your hips so hard you’ll bruise, “fat little pussy always so hungry for my cum.”

You whine in agreement, hips trembling as your pussy milks his cock for every drop of his cum. Unsure of how long you sit there, Leon finally pulls out once he’s completely soft, cum and slick dripping slowly from your used pussy.  

He snaps your panties back in place although they’re so thin you’re not sure they’ll even stop any mess from escaping. Leon helps you to stand and pulls your cellphone from his pocket. 

“I’m texting your friend that you don’t feel good and called me to pick you up,” he says as he locks your phone and slips it back into his pocket, “your bag is already in my car so we can go.”

Feeling out of sorts, you nod and let him lead you through the house and out to his car parked behind the garage. He sets you down in the passenger seat and begins to buckle you in place; however, he glances down, nostrils flaring to see the mess sticking to your thighs. The next thing you know, he’s moving you to the backseat and ripping your panties off, so he can eat the cum out of your pussy. 

“Daddy, someone could see,” you whisper.

“I don’t care,” he grunts, licking up the creamy slick coating your pussy lips. 

His tongue licks a hot trail up to your swollen clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re rocking up into his mouth. Moving his mouth down, he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, shoving his face against your cunt until his nose is grinding against your clit. 

It doesn’t take long to make you cream on his face, slick and cum coating his lower jaw completely. He pulls away with a wet schlick and spanks your puffy mound. 

“Got the best little pussy, baby,” he grins at you, eyes dark and mean, “going to fill you up so good once we get to the room.”

Shakily, you raise up and Leon kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth making you moan to taste the mixture of his cum and your slick together. He pulls away and spanks your cunt again. 

“Get in the front seat, the sooner we leave the better.”

Leon plays with your pussy on the drive over until you’re leaking slick all over his leather seats. Anytime you squirm or wiggle your hips, he pinches your thigh hard which only makes your cunt ache more from the sting. You’re a complete mess by the time he pulls up to the building.

At the hotel, he keeps his arm wrapped around you all the way up to the front desk. The clerk makes small talk, eyes wandering over your costume and messy face before quickly looking away. 

Leon laughs as he jostles you against his side, “My wife had a little too much tonight.”

Your brain buzzes as your body goes rigid in his hold from the way Leon causally drops that remark. Eyes moving from the clerk to stare up at Leon, you know you must have a love struck look on your face.  

The clerk laughs lightly as he hands him the room key, “It’s to be expected this time of year. Have a good night!”

His hand is a hot brand on your hip as he guides you into the elevator and up to your room. Once the door shuts, he grabs you and throws you down onto the bed. 

He takes off his shirt as he stares down at you, “You’re in for a very long night, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen with trepidation and excitement as you watch Leon undress down to his briefs. When your shaky hands reach for the top of your costume, he reaches out lightning quick to smack your hand away. 

“It stays on,” he sneers down at you, “you have to earn that privilege.”

You nod, sucking on your bottom lip to stop the noises you want to make. 

He smiles at you, blue eyes empty and cold, “Just what am I doing to do with you, hmm?”

“I-I don’t know, daddy,” you whisper, chill bumps racing down your body as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip while he cups your jaw. 

“Of course you don’t,” his voice croons in that condescending way that has your thighs pressing together, “you’re just a stupid slut who’s gagging for my dick.”

Exhaling a sharp whine, you part your bottom lip when he presses down on it with his thumb. 

“On your knees,” he points to the space in front of him. 

Moving from the bed, you kneel down right in front of him. 

“Tongue out,” he demands, “and keep that mouth open.”

Hot arousal swoops through your belly as you do as he says, tongue lolling out past your lips as you open your jaw wider. He slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue until they’re coated in drool. When he pulls them out, strings of spit fall from your tongue to land on your chest. 

He wipes his fingers off on your cheek with a click of his tongue, “Messy little girl.”

Exhaling a heavy breath from your open mouth, your eyes droop as he tucks the band of his briefs down underneath his balls.  He strokes his heavy cock once, fingers tugging his foreskin away from the leaking tip. 

“I’m going to cum all over your tongue,” he grits out, “give you a reason to be so messy.”

He angles his dick until the head kisses the tip of your tongue as he jerks himself off. Eyes crossing as you keep your gaze trained on his throbbing cock, your cunt drools as much as your mouth does, slick and spit both dripping to puddle onto the floor. 

He grins down at you, “Were you surprised when I called you my little wife earlier?”

Humming in reply, you can’t say anything while keeping your mouth open, but you know your eyes are overly bright with excitement. 

“Like it, don’t you?” he rumbles, voice as soft as silk in your ears, “it’s not enough you’re my little mommy, but now you want to be my little wife too?”

Your eyes slip closed as you whine breathily across the head of his cock. The tip leaks messily onto your tongue as he tightens his fist around his dick to stroke harder. Hands twisting in your lap, you have to push down the urge to reach up and grab his thighs. 

“Show me your tits,” he grunts, the wet schlick schlick schlick of his hand making you rub your thighs together. 

Blindly reaching up, you pull the thin top up, breasts spilling out since you’re not wearing a bra. 

“There we go,” he groans, cock kicking against your tongue right before he shoots out his thick cum all over your mouth. 

He pulls back, slowly jerking his dick as he spills more ropes of jizz across your face. Your hands clench into fists, cunt aching as you feel him paint your face with his hot sticky cum. 

“Look so pretty,” he laughs meanly, slapping his cock down on your tongue, “swallow.”

You moan unabashedly as you swallow down what few spurts of cum landed in your mouth, grateful for the chance to let your tongue rest. 

“Get up and bend over the bed,” he directs, stepping away from you.

Knees throbbing when you stand up, you  weakly stumble to the bed and bend over, resting on your forearms. Leon steps up behind you, running his hot palms all down your back, moving your skirt up to cup your ass. 

He spreads your cheeks and spits on your asshole, “Need to train this hole next, sweetheart.”

You gasp, half in shock and half in arousal, as he rubs his thumb over your wet rim. He leans over you, one arm braced next to your head as he cages you under his bulky body. His thumb keeps rubbing across your furled hole, teasingly dipping inside. 

“That’s what a good wife does,” he murmurs in your ear, “she takes my cock into whatever hole I want to use.”

You whimper, fingers clenching onto the hotel sheets as he slowly sinks his thumb into your ass. 

“D-daddy,” you try to relax around the strange intrusion. 

“Shhh,” he bites your neck, “let me play with my wife’s tight little asshole.”

Shuddering, more slick leaks down your thighs, clit throbbing for attention as Leon teases the rim of your ass.

“‘I’ll be daddy’s good wife,” you whine, nipples tightening into hard buds as you utter those scandalous words. 

“Good girl,” he nips your ear, “daddy’s gonna eat this cute little hole next time, but for now I’m gonna stretch out your needy pussy.”

Squirming, you mewl weakly when he rocks his thickening cock against your sopping wet cunt. He moves both hands down to grip the fat of your hips as he continues to grind against your slit. 

Guiding his tip into your pussy, he slides all the way into your hole until his cock’s completely sheathed in your wet heat. Without letting you enjoy the feeling of fullness, Leon’s pulling out until the head is spreading you open before thrusting completely back into your cunt. 

His hips smack against your ass, the sound of your skin clapping together making you hot with embarrassment. Hand slapping across your ass, you squeal and clench down on him harder. 

“What? You don’t want to be loud?” he mocks, “thought you were trying to be good?”

“I am,” you keen high in your throat, “I’m a good girl.”

“Uh uh,” he slaps your ass again in the same spot making you arch away from the sting, “not my good girl but..?”

“Wife,” you cry out as he slips a hand down to spank your clit, “‘m daddy’s wife.”

He groans so low you almost miss it, but he humps into your pussy deep, cock kicking and throbbing as he fills out even more inside your fluttering walls. 

“Yeah you are,” he growls, “gonna fuck my wife’s fat little pussy til I’m creaming her cunt.”

Back arching, you push your hips against his thrusts, loud noises spilling from your lips as his cock batters into your cervix. The pain kaleidoscopes into pleasure when he grinds harshly into your hole as he teases and flicks across your clit, his other hand slipping up to your chest to pull and tweak your nipples. 

“Daddy, so much,” you drool into the bed, body being jostled forward with every thrust until you’re prone on your tummy as Leon drills into your squelching cunt. 

“Messy pussy,” he bites your shoulder so hard your legs kick out, “squeezing me so good, little wife.”

“Yes, yes, wanna be so good,” you gasp out, pussy drooling all over Leon’s cock as it pistons in and out of your hole. 

The shrill ring of a cellphone cuts through the atmosphere like a knife. Leon stills inside you before pulling completely out with a wet schlick. 

“Noo,” you wail out in displeasure, making him spank your ass so hard you squeak. 

“Hush,” his voice is harsh as he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket. 

“Aww honey, it’s your mom,” he smiles at you, all wicked and sharp.

Swiping before bringing the phone up to his ear, he keeps his eyes locked with you as he answers, “Hello.”

Your body freezes up as Leon joins you on the bed again, slipping his cock inside your twitching cunt as you shove your face into the bed to stifle any sound. Barely listening to what Leon’s saying, you’re hoping against hope that your mom doesn’t notice what’s taking place on this side of the call. 

“Work’s as busy as usual,” Leon lies through his teeth as he ruts his cock lazily into your pussy, “I know, but it’s not something I can just ignore.”

 You clench down on him as he starts to really thrust his hips, cock bullying in and out of your fluttering pussy until you’re moaning and whining. The way he’s rocking into you makes your clit grind down into the bedspread perfectly. Leon fucking you as he talks to your mom riles you up in the worst way, slick gushing from your cunt. 

“Oh that?” Leon chuckles as he drapes himself over your body, “that’s just some of my coworkers.”

As his hips rabbit hard against your own, you’re surprised at how brazen Leon is acting. 

“Of course,” Leon coos into the phone and you clamp down on his cock at the tone before you realize it. 

He drops his cell down onto the bed as he grunts against your hair, cock buried to the hilt in your pussy. You can distantly hear the tinny canned voice of your mom still on the line. 

“Keep that up,” his smoky baritone has you pulsing around him, “fuck, feels so good in your fat little pussy.”

You keep tightening around him, orgasm on the cusp of overwhelming your body. His hand reaches up and he grabs his phone again. 

“Sorry about that, someone came in. I’ll have to call you later.”

He hangs up and tosses his phone without hesitation, both hands gripping onto your waist as he jackhammers into your cunt. 

“That’s it,” he chuckles, “you were about to cum all over your daddy’s big cock while he was on the phone with your mom, huh? What a slut.” 

“I’m your slut,” you hiccup a whine as he rams against your g-spot with every thrust, “daddy’s slutty wife.”

“Goddamn,” he snarls, yanking your body into every powerful flex of his hips, “need to wife you up soon, baby. Keep you naked and ready for my cock 24/7.”

The idea makes your belly burn with arousal, that sharp coil tightening even more.

“Want it, wanna be daddy’s slutty free use wife,” you babble out, eyes rolling back as your cunt’s battered by Leon’s cock, “want to be daddy’s little mommy.”

“Fuck me,” he slaps your ass with a loud crack, his handprint lingering on your skin, “ready for me to dump my load in this sexy little pussy?”

“Want it, want it so bad,” you choke out, “please, pretty please.”

He wraps his hands around your neck, squeezing until you can’t breathe as he rails you into the bed. The mattress has been knocking into the wall so hard you’re sure the neighbors can hear as Leon rearranges your guts.

Yanking your hair is the last straw and your spine bows back as your climax sweeps over your body like a tidal wave. Your toes curl as your pussy gushes and pulses rhythmically around his thick cock. 

“Mm yeah, milk me,” he groans, “I’m so close to filling you up.”

You cry out as he shoves your face down into the mattress while he uses your pussy for his own pleasure. He pounds into your cunt until you’re crying from overstimulation. With a low growl, he snaps his hips forward one final time. You moan as he stuffs your pussy with rope after rope of his hot sticky cum. 

 He grinds down against your ass as he spurts his thick jizz against your fluttering walls, pussy still milking him softly. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “gonna pull out and play with your stuffed pussy til you’re cumming again,” his voice darkens, “then we’ll take a shower so daddy can eat that cute little ass. Okay?”

You whimper but tiredly nuzzle into the bed, “Okay.”

He softly pets your hair, “Such a sweet girl.”

As you relax into his soft petting, you think to yourself you’ll probably pass out before making it to the shower, but that’s a worry for later. 

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[wnbnny]

happiness looks good on you- lee felix

summary: you love felix, but he doesn't love you back.

warnings: sad ending, angst!

author's notes: hi everyone<3 this is my first fic, kinda wrote this at like 3am on a whim instead of sleeping but like😭 idk why i made this so sad (is this a sign im depressed or something) but hope u enjoy!! please to comment ur user if u want to be tagged in this or my future posts<3

"happiness looks good on you."

raging storms and unshed tears.

"happiness looks good on you."

heartbreak and rainy days.

"hurry up lix, we're going to be late," you complained, brow furrowed as you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout.

"if you really want to go to school that early just walk there yourself." felix taunted, knowing you were scared to walk alone. he was your long-term best friend, inseparable since kindergarten 'til today.

the two of you argued and bickered on the way to school, throwing insults at each other. by the time the both of you had gotten to school, you were both given a scolding and told to sit down. you glared at him as you were being scolded while he just snickered.

the audacity of this man, honestly . 

by the time class had finished, you had cooled down, just like felix knew you would. otherwise, he could just stick out his bottom lip while you huffed and pretended to be mad. 

"y/n!" he gasped, clutching at your arm, "areum just looked at me!"

he squealed, like a little kid at the toy shop, over his long time crush.

if only you looked at me in that way.

because i do.

"nah, she probably was just looking at someone else." you lied through your teeth, feeling your heart sink.

"hey, stop being mean!! she clearly looked at me," he pouted.

you sighed.

i've loved you for years and you've never noticed.

"well just confess to her already then."

it was painful watching your own crush and best friend fall for someone else, someone that wasn't you. 

you wished, rather selfishly, that areum would reject him. then you could be the shoulder he would cry on. not her. but honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. what was to hate? she was pretty, got good marks, and was friendly and easygoing. not to say you yourself weren't pretty, but you just weren't as pretty and hardworking as her. 

and you weren't the one he wanted. 

maybe the pain would end if they just ended up together and you were out of the picture. it was obvious she liked him too. 

"you really think i should? but what if i get rejected..."

you're so blind but i still love you.

"yes, how many times do i have to say this, she likes you. it's obvious." you rolled your eyes.

"should i just confess tomorrow? better late than never..." he trailed off, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

gods you look so cute when you do that.

"yeah. get her some flowers and write her a note."

why were you breaking your own heart? you didn't know why. maybe you just wanted to end your own heartbreak. 

"good luck with that, anyways i need to go to s house for a project." you actually didn't, but you would do anything to just escape from this.

"why~~are you really just going to leave me alone to plan my big confession by myself," he whined.

"sorry lix, but you'll figure it out." ruffling his hair, you walked out the classroom.

you did, in fact, go home. then sat on your bed and cried until you couldn't  physically squeeze any more tears out of you.  so this was what heartbreak felt like. you had known him since the both of you were ten. you had have multiple crushes here and there, but they were just passing, fleeting moments, nothing of importance. until him.

you didn't know when you had first started to like him. maybe it was that time in the library where he was helping the librarian stack books. maybe it was that time in the rain where he danced in it for hours. 

maybe it was one summer day where your world just exploded in colours. 

and now it felt like it was fading back to grey.

the next day, felix came bouncing up to you.

"i got her peonies, do you think she'll like it? i told her to meet me in the garden."

"yeah, she'll definitely like it. i would've too... " you muttered the last part all to yourself, turning away and blinking rapidly as tears threatened to prick your eyes. you offered him a smile of encouragement. 

"good luck."

when lunch came, you watched as the nervous australian carried the peonies and went to the garden.

then you watched as they walked in ten minutes later, smiling bashfully and holding hands like schoolchildren in love. 

because they were.

you went home, not even bothering to call in sick. you just grabbed your bag and went home. you would deal with the consequences later. 

your heart hurt.

you were numb.

you were hollow.

you were crying.

you hated everything.

the next few days were spent at home. you called in sick. felix texted you countless times but you ignored him.

lixie&lt;3

y/nie?

where r u?

she accepted!!!

im so happy>.<

read at 2:03 a.m.

yeah, right. good for you. but what about me?

lixie&lt;3

...hello?

y/n?

can u please respond...

im worried...

what happened???

why didn't you come to school today??

read at 3:46 p.m.

you turned off your phone then turned over and cried again. you hated this. why did you have to fall for him in the first place?

finally, after four days of missed calls, texts, and school, you had to go back. its not like you had a choice anyways. you missed your parents. they lived overseas though, so you lived alone. but you really couldn't continue living like this for the rest of your life, even if you wanted to.

"y/nie!!!" felix exclaimed, running up to you. "why didn't you respond to my texts? are you okay? it's unlike you..."

"im sorry lix, i was just under the weather. im ok." you offered him a tight lipped smile. "congrats by the way." you closed your locker door and rushed off before he could ask you anything more.

"huh? thats unlike her... why is she acting so weird lately?" 

and so you avoided him, as much as you could. you kept your conversations short and brief, not talking to him as much as possible, and even switching seats to sit far away from him. you watched his hurt face the day he walked in and saw you sitting somewhere else, but then cheering up as areum sat next to him. you watched as he laughed and held hands, ate tteokbokki and ramen with her in the cafeteria. that should've been me.

but honestly, it did nothing to fill the felix-sized hole in your heart.

you drifted apart. he barely texted you now, barely said hi to you, barely even saw you in the hallways anymore. 

then exams were finished, and graduation started to roll around. 

you watched as they attended prom and twirled around on the dance floor giggling.

you watched as they broke up on the doorstep of his dorms, watching as felix's face fell when she dumped him for another guy.

you didn't have the heart to tell him i told you so.

so you busied yourself in your exams, earning a scholarship to your dream university. felix tried reaching out to you several times to rekindle your old friendship, but you would always politely decline, preferring to be detached instead of going through more heartbreak.

you still loved him, but the once burning passion had now been reduced to a soft flicker every now and then, sparking ever so slightly whenever you saw him in the corridors. your own felix-shaped hole in your heart hadn't decreased over the years, but your heart became bigger, expanding so that other people could fit in it. the hole would always be there, but at least there was space for healing.

you turned around in the backseat of your friends' car to see the campus you had once called home fading away into the distance and felix along with it.

goodbye, the wind whispered.

"happiness looks good on you, lix. i hope you make the best of it."

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Heyyyy I saw your requests are open. Can you do a cute fic or blurb whatever you prefer I don’t really know the difference 🥺. But can it be about Eddie having a corruption kink and he like the reader bc she looks innocent. But what he doesn’t know is that when he bends her over and spanks her , she enjoys it. You can add or take away stuff all up to you and if you are in the mood for it 💕 I love your work so much and would like to see something like this

-🌶️

So I got carried away and this ended up being a dom reader...how I have no idea! But I hope you enjoy it still and if you want I can totally write a more dom/rough Eddie! Just lmk!

Eddie always went after girls who seemed so different from him, girls who seemed so....innocent. At first, no one batted an eye but now they stop and stare when they see such a contrast between Eddie and his newest girlfriend.

You were a sweetie. You got excellent grades in school, were in after-school clubs, and were the perfect daughter. But there was something Eddie didn't know...well something that no one really knew. You don't have much control over your life, at least not as much as you would like. So when it comes to being in the bedroom you loved having the control and honestly, sometimes you got a bit intense.

Eddie knew none of this. You two were still kind of a new couple so there hadn't been much sexual things happening between the two of you but Eddie was dying to change that. In his head, you would be the perfect little sub for him and he just wanted to make sure you felt as good as he could make you feel. It was your Friday night date when he decided to make a move, and thank god he did because you needed him to finally try to make a move or you might have exploded.

The two of you were over at your house watching a movie when he leaned in and started leaving kisses along your neck. You slowly move your head back giving him more access when you feel his hand glaze across your inner thing. You bite back a moan as you realize what was going to happen soon. Instead of letting him take control you move to be straddling his waist making him smirk into your neck. "Fuck kitten what's gotten into you?" He asks as he starts to leave marks along your soft skin.

"Fuck need you Eddie please" You pleaded making his heart race, hearing you beg makes him believe that he was right about you being his perfect sub. He pulls you into his lap even more so and starts kissing more forcefully. You could feel him throb against your core and some sort of switch inside of you flips and you just needed to take control. You whimper against his lip and pulls away "Can we get undressed?" You ask meekly making Eddie smirk and nod "Of course princess" You smile as you work his tight jeans off of him. You strip slowly teasingly and nearly moan at the whines that leave Eddie.

You move back to sit in his lap and you rest on his knees before wrapping your hand around his cock, you could feel him throbbing in your hand. You brought your other hand down and began to fondle his balls a bit which caused his body to jolt beneath you and he inhaled sharply. You leaned down toward him as your hand continued to stroke him and your other continued to squeeze and fondle his balls and you kissed up to his right ear. "I'm gonna make you cum until there's nothing left in these balls. That's what you want isn't it baby?" you whispered to him. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sound of those words. "Fuck.. Yes, please..." he groaned. You continue working his cock slowly picking up the pace as his eyes close tightly and moans flow from his lips. "Baby baby baby I-I Fuuuckk" He groans and can't help but babble as he cums all over your hand. You kiss his neck softly and continue to jerk his cock until he is squirming more than before "Baby too much"

"Do you want to stop or do you want me to ride your cock?" You ask as you continue kissing his skin. He withers under you before nodding "Please fucking me" He begs softly, nearly embarrassed at how submission he feels. You guide his cock to your entrance and moan softly feeling him inch deeper and deeper into you.

As you stared down at him you nearly moan louder seeing how blissed out he looks. “That’s it, baby.” you praised, making him open his eyes to watch you closely. He watched you moaning when he sees how wet his cock was each time it slipped in and out of you and without warning you began to slam yourself down onto him, bouncing on his cock and tilting your head back as you let out louder moans and he whimpered softly already being so sensitive that the feeling of his cock slamming against your cervix was driving him wild.

He can feel you getting closer. You're getting tighter...wetter, god he was going to explode if you kept going. "B-baby please" he moans brokenly as he watches your hand travel down to your clit, your walls tightens around him ---practically suffocating him as you cry out his name and cum around his cock.

You lean down and bite at his ear before whispering him to cum deep in you "Fill my pussy baby give me all that you have."

His eyes roll back and he swears he blacked out as he came and when he comes back to you cleaning him up and already in his band shirt. You untie him and coo "Did such a good job baby, filled me so well" You kissed him softly, he groans hearing your words. "Wasn't too much was I?" He shook his head instantly "No no god baby it was amazing just I um I didn't expect it" He smiles up at you and pulls you close to him to snuggle into you.

Now it was your turn to blush making him laugh. How could she go from making me cum more than ever to blushing innocently again, he might never know.

[zeltqz]

| ran x reader

part one is here

still dont know what to title this so ignore that

nsfw content: timeskip to reader two months pregnant, babysitting, pining, riding, kissing, soft ran

author's note: not proof read ignore any mistakes sorrytytytyty

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In the spare bedroom of your apartment, loud shrieks and baby cries race through the entire house. Ever since the sudden announcement of your pregnancy, your mother took it upon herself to give you lessons on how to take care of a newborn, asking her co-worker to babysit her babyboy for practice. 

Though it’s still fairly early, you still feel regretful, angry, scared, nervous, anxious and tired . 

Tired has to be the sum of all the emotions flowing through your body. You’ve barely slept, bladder failing you in the middle of the night, causing you to stumble over to the bathroom to release it, only for your body to do a little double hit combo on you, vomiting into the sink at the same time. 

When you weren’t throwing up or pissing, your breasts were sore, so so sore that you couldn’t even change shirts without pain. 

The babyboy cries, pushing your hand away when you try to feed him. Groaning loudly, you throw the baby bottle, not caring a single bit at the noise it makes when it bounces against the wall, ultimately rolling back towards your feet. A clear telltale sign that you’re not going to get away from this, you’re not going to run away from the problem at hand. 

Another loud, frustrated groan powers up from the depths of your stomach, and you have to remember there’s a baby in your arms before you tug at your hair.

Your friend and mother watch your breakdown from the bed, sharing compassionate glances at each other, before looking back at you. 

“Everything okay?” Your friend chooses her words carefully, not wanting you to explode on her midst breakdown.

The baby starts crying when you try to feed him again and you’re on the verge of tears, exhausted, sore, numb emotionally and physically. You just want to sleep. Your mother sighs, standing up from the bed to scoop the baby from your arms, gracefully into hers, bouncing him gently, cooing softly until he stops crying, pink gums on full display as he smiles, babbling adorably up at her. 

“He’s so cute !” Your friend exclaims when his tiny hand wraps around your mother’s finger. “I’m getting baby fever.”

“Fuck babies.” You slump down next to your friend on the bed, groaning softly at the cramp you get seconds later. “I can’t do this.”

“You can.” She reassures you, pulling your face into the crook of her shoulder for a hug, “You got this, there’s nothing you haven’t done that you couldn’t accomplish.”

“Yeah…but, this is a child. A human baby with a life, heartbeat, and mind of its own to do whatever it wants. I have to raise this child for years to come. I’m not ready…” 

The atmosphere shifts into a more depressing one, your mother frowning as she’s still bouncing the baby, humming softly to distract it, your friend petting her hand down the length of your arm, an action succeeding to comfort you. 

“It could be worse though, right?” She squeezes at your side and you jump a little. “At least you know who the father is.”

“Yeah, my mortal enemy is who he is.” 

Your mother stills, looking up from the baby to you. “Mortal enemy?” 

You lift your head up from your friends shoulder, muttering an apology for getting tear stains onto her shoulder. She waves off your concern with a grin. “Yeah, mom. My mortal enemy. Ran? Remember that guy from the playground all those years ago?”

“You had unprotected sex with a guy you hate?”

“Ah, well—” Your mouth opens to defend yourself, only to slam it shut when you realise you didn’t have anything to defend yourself with. “Yeah…”

“Is he at least going to be involved?” 

Your friend looks over at you, interested and nosy, propping a hand on her knee to grin in your direction. You push her head away from you and shrug your shoulders.

“I’m not sure.”

It’s like you can see your mother go through the five stages of grief right there, her mouth opening to accomodate her dropping jaw, closing it shut along with her eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding her head softly, finally accepting the circumstance. “Who’s this Ran boy anyway? I can try talk to his parents—”

“No, mom. Please don’t do anything, say anything, think of anything to do with that family. I want nothing to do with them.”

In other words, you don’t want Ran to see you might need his help afterall. It’s been two months since you’d walked out from his house, not seeing a single trace of him since then. It’s annoying how when you desperately don’t want him around, he’s always showing up, either at parties, parks, shopping centres, always there with that fucking grin on his face. The second you actually need him around, he’s ghost. 

M.I fucking A. 

Nothing expected from someone like him. A delinquent, nothing else. He’s no good to you, your family, or your future child. 

“Why can’t I find his family? They’re technically apart of ours now. It’ll be nice to meet my future son in la—”

“I just told you he’s my mortal enemy. There will be no meeting, unless it’s for child support, ‘cause hell if I’m raising this thing all on my own.”

“Hey, I can talk to Ran if you want—” Your friend cuts into the conversation, doing her best to stay silent and let the two of you talk out your frustrations. You tip your head to the side, and your mother puts the baby back down in the cot. 

“You have contact with him?”

She nods her head. “I’m friends with Rindou, so I can easily talk to Ran —”

“Rindou?” Your mother questions, voice uncertain.

“His brother, mom.”

“Oh!” She claps her hands together, ecstatic, excited there’s a possibility for her future grandchild to have a stable ish family, one where the mother and father aren’t trying to rip their throats. “That’s great, please contact him, dear. Tell him I want to see him and have a proper discussion with him.”

The sixth groan today leaves you at the thought of seeing his face so soon. You’d been enjoying these two months Ran free, enjoying not seeing his face literally everywhere, like his presence has vanished. Vaguely, you think back to that argument you had with him, how you dropped the news to his parents on the way back from their grocery trip. Sure it was a little petty, do you feel bad? Nope. Will you do it again? Definitely. How did the parents react? From down the street when you’d disappeared after dropping the bomb, you could hear yelling coming from the house, expected coming from the circumstance; your own mother nearly had a heart attack upon hearing the news at fisrt.

Maybe his parents sent Ran away to a different country, forced to live a better, moral filled, life? Doubt it. Even if they did, who’s to say Ran would’ve even listened to begin with. That man was stubborn.

That was probably why you both clashed so much. You were both stubborn in your beliefs. Ran got an urge out of irritating you, even made it his life purpose to wipe that scowl upside down in bed with you. 

Still to this day, you don’t know why you slept with him. Not once, but twice. The worst thing is, you know if the pregnancy wasn’t an inconvenience, you would sleep with him again if he tried.

Why?

Why him out of everyone on this planet? 

That’s a question your brain fails to provide the answer for.

It’s fairly easy to contact Ran. Your friend hung out with Rindou, asked how Ran was doing. The usual, he’d responded, whatever the fuck that meant. He didn’t disappear off the face of the planet, to your disappointment. 

You made your dissatisfaction known to him across the table, glaring at him with narrowed eyes as he shuffled awkwardly in his seat. His mother and your own completely unaware of your heated glare, too busy discussing plans for how this child will be raised.

“If it isn’t a bother to you, dear, I could take the child in when they’re born? Hopefully you can finish your education before you take them back?” Mrs Haitani proposed, taking a sip of her champagne. 

Your mother nudges you under the table to grab your attention away from Ran elsewhere. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, that would be great if you could take her off my arms for a little bit.” You smile, lifting your cup of water to your lips.

“Her?” Your mother and Mrs. Haitani ask at the same time, and it’s almost amusing how in sync the two are.

“Oh, I dunno. I just got a feeling it’s a girl.” You rub your belly, the first genuine smile appearing out of nowhere for what felt like months now. Having a baby girl would be amazing, you could raise her to be a mini you, instead of a disaster like Ran.

“Well, I have a feeling it’s a boy.” The biggest mistake of your life speaks up, stabbing his fork into his food with a scowl on his face.

You blink at him, blink at the sheer audacity of this guy right here, fists clenching underneath the table. “I’m sorry, are you carrying her in your stomach right now?”

Your mother clears her throat, easing the table of the tension before it arises to a temperature not even firefighters could cool down. Ran slumps down in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and his mother has to remind him to sit up and act right in public.

“Sorry about him, he’s a little…moody lately.” She claps a heavy hand onto his shoulder, and you don’t miss the harsh way she squeezes at it, a warning. 

“When isn’t he moody?” Your murmur, purposefully, under your breath, chugging down your water to cool the heat rising in your body. 

“Me? I’m the moody one? You’re the one that had a stick up your fuckin’ ass since I met you all those years ago.”

“I’m only moody to people I hate, Haitani.” 

“Hate me that much, yeah? Explain that, then.” He gestures to your semi-big belly, and your lips press tight against your face. You have restraint. 

“It was a mistake and you know it, Ran.”

Your mother shares a glance over to his own mother, who’s casually sipping at her champagne freely now, no longer bothered to dilute the situation anymore. 

“Mistake is a one time thing. Two times? Not so sure about that.”

“Hold on, hold on—” Your mother cuts in, blinking at you. “You slept with him, twice?”

“I—well, no—but—”

“Yeah, she did.” He grins so deviously, the scowl is replaced by his usual lazy smug look. “‘Nd she loved it too.”

You stand up from the table abruptly, chair scraping across the tiled floor loud enough for the restaurant to catch a glance over. “I’m going home.”

“I’ll walk her home.” Ran’s standing alongside you, and if you weren’t pregnant and in public, you would’ve body slammed him to the floor and told him to go fuck off. 

“I don’t need your help to walk home. I have fucking legs.”

He ignores your remark in favour of reaching inside his pocket, tossing some bills onto the table. “That’s for the food.” 

You storm out of the restaurant, digging inside your pockets for your headphones, ignoring the presence of Ran walking behind you. He’s keeping a safe enough distance, far enough not to irritate you but close enough to keep an eye on you. 

“I don’t need a babysitter.” You don’t bother looking at him, focusing on the road in front of you. 

“Never that.” He comments, grinning when he sees your fists clench, feet moving a bit faster in an attempt to speed walk. 

You reach your house in no time, keys opening the door and about to slam it in his face before a foot slots itself between. 

“Why won’t you leave me alone?!” You grit out, eyes narrowed as he steps into your apartment, eyeing the decor, the family photos on the wall. “I’m talking to you!”

“Nice place you got here.” He’s about to walk further before you’re dragging him backwards by his sleeve. 

“Please leave, Ran. I just want a peaceful quiet night—”

“Can we talk?” He cuts you off abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You subconsiouly mimic the action before shrugging your shoulders.

“Talk about what?”

“Us? The damn thing in your stomach? The silent treatment was funny at first but this is —”

You inhale sharply, mentally choosing between being petty with him, or sitting down to have an actual mature conversation. Part of you wants to take the first route, ignore him for two months, give him the same treatment he gave you…but a sudden realisation hit you. In 7 months time, whether you like it or not, you’re going to be a mother. You’re going to have to look after a whole child, a new born, one that cries, shits, pukes…

“Fine, let’s talk.” You guide him to your living room, seating yourself at a reasonable distance from him. “So what are you tryna talk about?”

“For starters, we needa get along.” You roll your eyes. “That means not rolling your eyes at everything I say—” you scoff dramatically, “—or scoffing at what I say either.”

“You expect me to be able to do that?”

“It’s not that hard to do.” He shrugs his shoulders, shifting his body to lean against the back of the couch.

“Not that hard—Ran, do you know how annoyingly insufferable you are sometimes?”

He lazily scratches at his chin for a couple seconds, face twisting in a manner some might call confusion. 

“You’re so out of touch with yourself, holyfuck—” You scoff in disbelief, before sighing for what felt like the tenth time in the last hour. “For her sake,” you gesture to your stomach, “I’ll deal with you. All I need is money, anyway.”

“Money’s good. I can hook you up with that.”

“Good. Now leave my house.”

He laughs, tongue licking his bottom lip before shifting forward on the couch. “What if I don’t wanna go?”

Your eyebrows raise up. “Then stay? But I’m leaving.” His hand grabs your elbow before you could fully stand, and you glare down at him. Your stare wavers when he pulls you back down to the couch, gently, your back softly hitting the back of the couch. “Ran—”

“Why do you still hate me?” He repeats the same question he’d asked you all those months ago, still waiting for a genuine response from you. 

“I already told you tha—” 

You shiver when his head drops down to your shoulder, slowly nuzzling his forehead against your skin. “Wasn’t a proper answer…” Your breathing almost stops when his lips brush against your skin, placating soft, gentle, kisses along the line of your shoulder.

It’s almost ticklish, the feel of his lips barely pressing onto your skin, yet you could feel the heavy emotion behind each kiss. 

“I just—” You have to swallow when his kisses reach your neck, forcing the lump in your throat down in order for the words to come out clearly. “—I dunno, I guess I just feel jealous sometimes.”

“Jealous?” He hums, intrigued, pressing a longer, wetter kiss to the surface of your throat, heart jumping inside his chest when you didn’t shove him away yet.

“Yeah. When I’m near you I just feel jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” He pulls away, and you frown slightly, the loss of his face and hair around your neck makes your entire body feel cold. 

You look down at your hands, fiddling them in your lap before shrugging your shoulders. It’s hard to bring yourself to look at him, your pride at full capacity, not liking the way you almost craved his touch more.

“You don’t have to be jealous, you know I’m right here.” His hand grabs at yours, grinning when you don’t push him away, letting him intertwine your fingers together. 

You finally look at him, your nose brushing against his cheek from how close he is. He squeezes your hand twice, thumb brushing against the back of your palms before leaning forward, capturing your mouth with his. 

Your eyes instantly squeeze shut, slowly losing yourself as you kiss him back without hesitation, untangling your hands together to place it at the back of his head, holding him still. 

He shifts forward, backing you against the arm of the couch, bracing his arms on either side of your face, pulling away when you giggle something into his mouth. 

“What was that?” He asks, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“I said, if you wanted to sleep with me, you shoulda just said so.”

His brow arches. “You’re telling me it’s that easy?” His arched brow falls when you nod your head, biting at your bottom lip. “I wanna fuck you then.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Okay then.”

“Okay.”

The two of you fall into silence.

“Are you gonna do something about it?” You ask.

“Do you want me to?” 

Your face falls flat. “Ran, stop playing games and—”

“I’m kidding, relax—” His hand drags down your body, finding your hand and lifting it up to his lips, placing soft kisses on the tips of your fingers. 

You frown a little. “Why’re you being so nice to me?”

“Why are you letting me?”

You drop your hand and sigh. “Because I’m…horny.” You admit, defeated, biting into your lip when you watch his eyes shift downwards, lingering on your chest before lifting them back to your face. 

The second kiss was better than the first, both of you having established your thirst for each other made the kiss spicier, his hand sliding along your thighs, partially cupping your pussy with a huge hand till you moan in his mouth, tongue slipping into his mouth playfully as his hands slide back up to your breasts.

You break the kiss to remove your shirt, keeping your eyes on him the entire time, gut clenching when you recognise the intense gaze of his eyes on your face, scanning your features erotically. 

His hands cup your breasts, lips sliding along the skin of your chest, sucking and biting carnally. Your fingers run through his hair, gently scooping the long strands away from his eyeline, carding your fingers through his soft hair as he kisses your chest.

“You feelin’ okay?” He pats your belly twice, a loving gesture that has your heartbeat pulse three times at the tips of your fingers. 

“I’m good, yeah.” You force out the words breathlessly, watching him slide down your body, showering your stomach with soft kisses with a side of his tongue, sucking below your pelvis just above your pants. 

“Wanna know a secret?” His tongue lapping at your thighs, pausing momentarily as he asks this, looking up at you patiently.

“It better be important, Ran.” 

He’s chuckling, nose brushing your inner thigh as his finger tugs at your panties. “I’ve liked you since we were younger.” 

You stiffen, and he closes his eyes, running his tongue along your clothed slit, sucking your clit through the thin material. 

He…what? Your brain goes numb, amplified tenfold when he hums, tickling your clit with his tongue, grips on your thigh slowly increasing every passing second. 

“You—”  It takes a moment, a brief second to swallow to allow your words to pass, “—you what?”

“Liked you since I was younger.” He says absentmindedly, finally stripping your panties from your legs, throwing them across the room. “That’s why I came up to you that one day.” He moans when he licks up your slit, happily burying himself between your thighs. 

You clench them involuntarily, and he opens licks into your deeper, flicking your clit with his tongue faster. “But I thought you—oh nn fuck— thought you wanted a drink?”

“Was an excuse to talk to you alone.” He flicks his eyes up at you. “I was thirsty, but I just wanted to get a drink from you that day. I dunno, what younger me was thinking actually.”

You chuckle softly, missing the way his eyes soften at the genuine laugh he’d manage to pull from you. “Yeah, you were dumb back then too.”

“Not too much on younger me, alright?”

“It’s true, and you know it.” 

Ran hums, the sound vibrating across your body, moaning softly as your fingers find way back to his head, holding him in place as he eats you out slowly. He pulls away, two fingers spreading your folds open, lapping at the slick there. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you hear that?” 

There’s a wet squelch when he slips a finger in, relishing in the way your thighs tense and clench around his head, the desperate choked moan that leaves your lips as he curls his finger against your spot.

“Tight fucking pussy.” He leans forward, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“Ran—ohmygo—”  You throw your head back as he’s pumping two fingers inside you, curling and twisting them as he pleases. 

“You’re doing so good for me—”  he mumbles, tongue swirling a lazy circle along your folds before squeezing in alongside his fingers. 

It’s torture feeling him slowly pick you apart and piece you back together with his tongue alone, thighs tensing and shaking as you reach your peak. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to hide your yelp and the inevitable orgasm makes you bite a chunk of your palm. 

“So hot,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers out and licking at the juices running down the length of his hand, slurping them away as he rises to kiss you. “You’re so hot,” he sucks your bottom lip into your mouth. 

You tangle shaky fingers in his hair, greedily kissing him back. He just about melts when you nip at his lips, humming sweetly into his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’ll have twins if I cum in you, right?” 

You break the kiss to stare at him, unimpressed. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“No, like is that a genuine question?”

Ran shifts on the couch, dragging you up onto his lap. “Biology was never my strong suit, babe.”

“Neither is common sense, apparently—” 

He slots his mouth against yours again, tasting the words in your mouth, your desperation when your attitude drops to wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, pulling him closer to you. A cold, firm palm presses against the curve of your back, and you flinch at the temperature, back arching in a way that sends Ran into a frenzy as your breasts push into his chest.

“Imagine that though,” he starts, resting his forehead against yours, “popping twins out for me.”

You can’t help the scoff you make, looking up at him through your lashes. “What do you need two babies for? I’d rather die than do that.”

“Don’t say that…” The hand on your back slides down to your ass, spreading your cheeks with a steady palm. “Need you alive and well, okay?” He’s kissing the side of your face, and you shift till your lips are touching, breathing heavily into his mouth as he kisses you back with fervour. “Till death do us part, baby.”

“We aren’t married, Ran.”

“Yet.”

You punch his shoulder, playfully, trying not to overshow your emotions right now. “You’re annoying.”

“You love it though—”

“I tolerate it. Now are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Hm…” He buys time stripping himself down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slowly sliding the sleeves off each arm, watching your face go from annoyed to unamused, to irritated and impatient. “You got a condom?”

“Does that really matter?” You gesture to your stomach and he cackles, shutting you up as his hand palms at your tit, fingers running themselves along your nipples until they’re peak and aching for more. “Ran—please, c’mon—”

“I wanna take my time.” His mouth, hot and wet, attaches to your nipple, cheeks hollow, jaw sharpened as he sucks rhythmically.

“We don’t have time.” You briefly think back to your mother at the restaurant, wondering just how long it’ll take before she comes back home. The worst thing she needs right now is to know you’re still having sex at a time like this, but you have nowhere else to go. “Ran—”

“My name sounds good when you say it,” he mutters, sucking harder, one hand skimming up to your neck to gently squeeze it, watching your mouth fall open, breathless pants escaping your lips. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I’ve heard.”

He squeezes tighter and you moan, a sound  that you almost instantly regret when his pupils widen for a split moment. “Oh, you like gettin’ choked?”

“Ran. Fuck me, or I’ll go upstairs and do it myself.”

He licks his lips, arms stretching out over the back of the couch, leaning back and watching you with a hungry look in his eye, watching the way your eyes dart down to his chest momentarily. “No you wouldn’t.”

Daring, you cross your arms over your chest, glaring down at him. “Yes I would.”

“Do it then.” He nods his head towards the door, watching your audacious nature break down, halting to a stop. “What are you waiting for?”

“Ran, please.” It’s embarrassing how desperate you sound right now, voice soft, on the verge of pleading, internally irritated at yourself because you know if he asked you to beg for it nicely you would, you so would. 

A sigh of relief passes through you when his hands move to his belt. You watch, mouth wet, biting at your lips as he shimmies his pants down, cock springing upwards, standing tall in the air, making yourself wetter as you eye it hungily. 

“C’mon,” he gestures, and you sit up so instantly you almost feel dizzy. He strokes up and down the shaft a couple times, circling the head with his thumb, exhaling softly as your pussy rubs against the tip. 

You reach down, cock thick in your hand, positioning it directly at your entrance before sinking down. It’s almost painful, the stretch of your walls trying to accommodate his girth, spreading you apart painfully slow, the tight grip on your hips as your walls squeeze the length of his cock. 

“Almost there, wait—” You wind your arms around him, grabbing desperately at his shoulders, trying to stablise yourself with every inch that presses into you. It’s almost uncomfortable, and you can’t help but wonder if this is a good idea or not, your insides still mushy and sensitive from the pregnancy, but the thought vanishes the second he bottoms out inside you, groaning sweet praises by your ear.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck—” He’s doting kissses along your jaw, down your neck and chest, sucking a breast into his mouth. “So good.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you let yourself adjust to the uncomfortable stretch. The pinching feeling of his fingers digging into your ass has you shifting upwards, sitting up straight to back him up against the couch. 

Rolling your hips in an awkward circle to get used to the feeling rips a greedy cry from your mouth, a desperate one that has pleasure rippling through Ran’s body, fingers digging possessively at your hips and sides, filling the hunger inside him, the desire to want to touch you. 

“Doing okay?” He presses another wet kiss to your chest, licking the line separating both breasts, sucking down the length of it. 

“Y-yeah, ‘m okay—” You cling to his hair, using it to lift his face up to you, bending forward to kiss him fervently. 

He kisses you back, hands sliding down to spank you, grinning against your lips when you squeal into his mouth, arching your back further. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, I swear—” He knows he’s close, knows he’s a couple seconds away from combusting, drowning himself in pleasure as the scent of your perfume and shampoo invade his nostrils, making him close his eyes and lust for you harder.

“You close, huh?” He asks this knowing the answer fully, the tight stretch of your walls making it almost impossible to bounce the way you truly want, hands holding onto his hair so tight he swears you might rip them from the roots if you tried. 

“I’m close, so close—” The blazing heat inside your body builds by the second. It’s overwhelming, your shaky moans, your scorching vision, blurring whenever his cock reaches that spot inside you. “Kiss me please.” You whimper, mouth hanging open breathlessly, fingers digging into his shoulders possessivly. 

The kiss is what sets you both over the edge, both of your minds mush as you can’t even fathom a proper kiss, lips barely touching as his hips fuck deeper into you, reaching a spot that has your vision seeing stars. 

“I can feel you cumming— damn, you’re so—” 

Another thrust upwards and you’re tipping over the edge, dripping all over his cock as you cry out his name. Ran lifts your hips a little higher, drawing his cock out before fucking back into you. “Gonna cu—I’m gonna fuckin cum in you—”

“Please—” You breathe, teary eyed and desperate. “Cum inside me, lemme fee—”

He slams you onto his cock with a groan, hips surging upwards to shoot his cum inside you. 

“Fuck.” You would normally care about your voice crack, but not when you’re still drunk on the feeling of your orgasm, his body pressed close up against yours has his scent mixed with the sweat from you both amplified. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, panting as he flops backwards on the couch. His eyes flutter shut, smiling as you kiss along his jaw, moving upwards to his lips, hovering over them. A hand reaches for the back of your head, pushing you down and closing the distance, humming into your mouth when you hold him tighter. “You sure you’re doin’ okay?”

“I feel fine, yeah.” You smile at his concern, shifting off his body to stand up tall, twisting your back in a well needed stretch, relishing in the crack it lets out. “I’m tired though.”

“Go to bed. I’ll come see you tommrow, ‘kay?”

For the first time in your life, you almost feel sad he’s leaving, digging your fingers into your shirt as you scoop it off the floor, holding it by your side. “Stay with me tonight?”

If he looks shocked, it’s because he is. You don’t miss it. The slow rise of his brows when he realises your words, and suddenly the confession from earlier comes racing through your mind at full speed.

I’ve liked you since we were younger.

“I mean, if you don’t want to stay then you don’t. It’s not an obligation, I was just wondering if you wanted to, doesn’t mean you should thoug—”

You’re so busy rambling that you don’t see him stand up, not until he’s slapping a hand over your mouth to  silence you. “You talk way  too much.” You freeze, staring up at him with wide eyes. “‘Course I’ll stay with you tonight.”

[lovingvalentines]

I just realized Nemona could have feelings for the player (as she does ask you to be her rival forever and tries to talk you you any time possible) so I think it'd be really cute to have some headcannons about her crushing :D

YES YES YES THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR !!!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

🏅 She gets so excited around you, it's hard to control her excitement and she has to have a battle!

🏅 She finds herself wanting to hug you so much, you know when you see a cute animal or something and you just want to squeeze it until it explodes? Yeah, like that.

🏅 (if you have hair) She wants to ruffle it so badly it's not even funny.

🏅She accidentally calls you "cutie" once.

🏅 She's one of those girls who squeals after you walk past.

🏅 Her crush on you is HUGE. like, massive.

🏅 Her deal is, when she wins her first battle against you, she'll tell you how she feels.

[practically-an-x-man]

Cuddle ask!!!

6 for Kat

11 for Eris

I've actually written 11 for Eris before! Here's the link to that one, it's cute :3

Now for Kat...

6. trying to crawl under their shirt Cuddle & Snuggle Prompts

Not completely sure what that one's supposed to mean, but I'm sure I can come up with something! Thanks!

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She loved these little movie nights.

Katherine had long since grown used to the lack of normalcy in her life. She cherished it, even. The museum was alive, the Egyptian gods were real and their magic flowed through her, her boyfriend was a millennia-old pharaoh (she still wasn't sure whether which side of that bent at her mind more, the age or the fact that he'd once ruled over an entire city-state), and she was comfortable in the midst of all that chaos. She loved her life.

But sometimes it was nice just to curl up and pretend things were ordinary.

She stretched to reach the remote control and flicked the volume down a couple ticks. It was late enough now that everything felt just a hair too loud, but Katherine couldn't tell whether that was the ambient noise around her dying down or simply her own body getting tired and becoming more sensitive to input. It didn't really matter which.

Katherine tossed the remote back to the other end of the couch and shifted to a more comfortable position. She'd seen this movie a hundred times before, but Ahk hadn't - his eyes were glued to the screen. It was cute.

He sat beside her on the couch, his arm around her shoulders. He'd been just as wowed by the pop-up footrest as he was with the movie itself - also cute, she thought. He'd given up his usual garb for the night, and was instead dressed in a black knit sweater and a pair of slacks.

"I like this look on you," she murmured, admiring the soft, cozy way the sweater fit around his body. The royal look was attractive of its own right, of course, but it was rare that he let himself just be comfortable. Even this outfit was still a little academic, she thought, the sort of thing she saw her college professors wear during the week of midterms - when it was cold out and nobody really wanted to be there anyway, but they still weren't willing to totally fudge the dress code just yet.

But he looked comfortable, his posture loose and his arm tucked tucked around her, and that was what really mattered to her.

"Hm?" Ahk hummed, his attention finally drawn away from the screen.

"You look really nice," Katherine echoed, and slipped her hands under the hem of his sweater. His skin was warm underneath, though she felt him flinch a little when her fingers made contact. Katherine drew her hands back and offered him a tilted look. Ahk laughed a little, under his breath, and folded his fingers around her own.

"You hands are cold," he said, and lifted them to his lips. Her face exploded with heat at the gesture, but Katherine just gave him a light scoff.

"Okay, dead guy." she teased, smiling when the remark made him laugh. Ahk gave her hands a brief squeeze, warming her skin, then released his grip. When Katherine didn't move at first, he gently took her wrists and guided her back to where she'd been, a clear invitation for the touch.

So she let her hands creep back under the hem of his shirt, palms sliding softly up his back until she held him in an odd sort of embrace.

To another person, the touch might've become a signal towards something more. But Katherine had never particularly wanted sex, and it didn't seem like Ahk did either - at the very least, he'd never felt enough of an urge to expect it from her, and he'd always been respectful about those boundaries.

It wasn't meant to be a symbol of any intent, and her pharaoh didn't take it as such. She just wanted to be near him. That had always been enough. Katherine counted herself lucky (very lucky) that she'd found someone who understood that so easily. She counted herself lucky for a lot of things. She'd never have imagined a man like him caring for her the way that he did.

So she didn't mind the adventure. She didn't mind the chaos. She didn't mind the nights spent playing cards in the lobby of the museum, or holed up in the planetarium theater to look at manufactured stars. She didn't mind the way none of her college friends believed she had a partner, because she couldn't ever bring him around to her afternoon classes to meet them.

But once in a while... it was nice to pretend.

[pandorascripts]

Can we have more 241 wednesday and reader? i'm just in love with your writing and with this history <3

241 III

summary: cute stuff, also I'm sick of winter so this is a time skip into spring.

pairing: wednesday x gn!reader (could be read as fem)

note: i suggest you read at least 241 part II, I was also listening to Violent by benches and Where'd All the Time Go? by Dr. Dog when writing.

big note: I've decided to fight fire with fire, so I will now be putting my Wednesday fanfics in any and all tyler galpin and xavier thrope tags until people learn how to tag fics right.

part I, part II

What are we?

What are we?

What are we?

What are we?

You gritted your teeth together, hating how the question sounded so stupid. You shouldn’t have had to ask Wednesday what the two of you were, it should’ve been simple, really. You should just know. But you don’t, which is why on a Saturday walk in Jericho with Wednesday, you were anxiously biting your lip. The hand that wasn’t holding hers was stuffed in your pocket, chipping away at your nail polish. 

“You’re anxious, why is that?” Wednesday asked, turning her head up to you. 

You watched the rock you’d kicked seconds earlier skid and jumped across the uneven road.

“Dunno.”

Wednesday stopped in her tracks, not really minding the cool spring breeze. 

“Two months ago I made a promise. Do you remember what it conveyed?”

“Tears.”

Wednesday squeezed your hand sharply, lending you a warning look. “No, I promised I would not lie, and in turn I believe you agreed too.”

You nodded, looking down to your sneakers. 

“So, I won’t make you tell me, but I do hope you know that I want to listen. When you’re ready.”

With that, Wednesday continued walking again, you trailing closely behind her. The sounds of Wednesday’s boots hitting the ground were heavy, a juxtaposition to yours, which were softer and much lighter. You wondered if she walked heavily because Wednesday often said she’s got the responsibility of three blundering idiots on her shoulders. You failed to mention that she’s too small to cary Eugene, Enid, and you on herself. 

The walk turned silent once again, a peaceful silence. You fished out something from your pocket, sliding one in your ear as you handed the other to Wednesday. She accepted it, a light smile coating her lips. Another part of Wednesday’s apology. Since she liked to repress her emotions, which caused a lot of problems, she’d suggested the idea that she be more open, and allow emotions to show. 

“Thank you.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, scrolling through a playlist you’d made. Recently, you found out that Indie Rock was a genre Wednesday didn’t mind, so you clicked on a playlist you made previously, letting it shuffle through and selecting a song. 

Arctic Monekys, you thought, nice. 

Wednesday’s finger tips lightly bounced off your hand, going to the beat. You smiled, looking up to the sky. Green was restoring itself to the bare trees, the sky was happily blue with clouds dusting over gracefully. The wind brushed against your ears making you shiver occasionally, but you didn‘t mind. In a way, you felt like spring represented your relationship with Wednesday. In a since that you two were too welcoming old friends, feelings, and allowing them to grow and take root. Your future was, if everything continued like this, peaceful as the sky, with little disruption. The song changed to one you quite liked. It was on the slower side, and so you unconsciously slowed your walk down, breathing in thick air. Under you, your foot sloshed in a puddle created the previous day from the melting snow.

Wednesday tugged on your hand, grabbing the other and setting it on her waist. You smiled, not trying to hide your confusion. Wednesday linked her arms around your shoulder, and started swaying. Your chest felt like it might explode, your heart rapidly beating as you swayed too. 

Wednesday rested her head on your shoulder as her arms slid down to hold your biceps. “I’m sorry, you just seemed so… at peace,” she whispered. 

You grinned, also burying your head in her shoulder. As Wednesday turned to her left, you turned to your left, still swaying with the song. A shaky exhale left your lips as you sighed. Your body felt heavy as Wednesday guided you, your feet sometimes hitting hers. If she minded, she didn’t say anything. Even as the song changed, you two still stayed there, swaying in the breeze like the leaves blossoming on the trees. 

“What’re we?”

Contrary to what you were thinking, Wednesday simply continued swaying, not bothering to stop this moment. 

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that it’s up to you. I was foolish, and now I’d like to be yours again, only yours.”

You nodded into her shoulder, adjusting your grip on her so it was more of a hug. 

“I want that too,” you mumbled, sighing contently. 

Wednesday and your’s relationship was spring, it experienced droughts and tough parts, experienced rain, and muck, but most importantly, it gave joy and peacefulness. It made both of you happy as you started anew, greeting old feelings and memories, but also making room for new beginnings. You truly believed spring to be your favorite part of the year, and as you stood dancing with Wednesday under half-green trees, you felt at home.