#so yeah.. goodnight 🫶🏻

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i love you little people in my phone i really do…. 🤕

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zuko cuddles 🫶🏻

It had been a long day for everyone. Azula finding you all at the air temple and forcing you to evacuate. Once you had set up camp, you wandered off to go find something to eat while the others did some variant of a chore.

You cooked, laughed together and everything was good for a while. Then you realized as you were setting up your tent that there wasn't enough room for everybody. Katara decided to share with Toph and Suki decided she didn't want to be stuck with Aang and her boyfriend all night so she joined them too. That left you and Zuko with the last tent because everybody else was weary of him and Sokka had already closed off his tent.

Aang pulled you aside and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah," You said, "There's no reason to not use our third tent and I don't want you or the girls to feel crowded."

Then, everybody had settled in, saying their goodnights and sweet dreams and it was just you and Zuko, alone.

Nervously, you smiled at him and asked if he'd like to help you set up the tent. He of course said yes and rushed forward trying to help. It only took a few minutes to realize that the former prince had no idea how to make a tent and you let him sit down as you built it.

"Sorry.." He murmured and you threw a soft smile at him over you shoulder.

"it's okay. I work best by myself anyway." You lifted up the tent door and motioned for him to go in.

You made your bed and then helped him make his gingerly and then curled up, trying to fall asleep. Like always, your luck was against your will. The fire had already been put out and a cold breeze was setting in. Your body heat quickly succumbed to the cold and small shivers racked you.

Looking behind you, you noticed two things. One was that Zuko was already looking at you with those intense gold eyes and two was that he was shivering as well. Well, you'd already been caught so you just rolled over to your side completely and gave him a shaky smile.

"Hey." You offered.

"Hey." He replied.

"You cold?" You asked.

"A little. You?" He supplied.

"Yeah." You said and then there was silence. You tried to think of something to say but most of it was nonsense. Luckily, he spoke.

"We could maybe light the fire again?"

You shook your head, "Aang gets nervous with it lit when we're asleep, Katara too."

"Oh..." He got that cute, thinking face on and pondered the options for a second. With a shaky voice, he said, "Well, I could try to warm you up a little.. you know, with my fire bending?"

Your teeth chattered as you giggled, "Yeah, I assumed... Sure, if you're okay with it?"

He nodded and you scooted your sleeping bag closer until you were a breath away. He gave you an awkward smile and let his hands become warm. Tentatively, he slipped them under your sleeping bag and rubbed them up your bare arms. Immediately, warmth filled your body and you subconsciously scooted closer with a sigh.

it was hard to tell in the dark but you thought you saw a blush on his cheeks. Slowly he moved his hands to your shoulder blades and then on your neck and sides. It was hard to tell when it happened but at some point between him warming up your biceps and your back, you gotten so close, your breath could be felt on his neck.

It made him nervous. Not only because of the times in the past he'd tried to kill you and how forgiving you were being but because with you this close, he could see all your beauty magnified. Your eyelashes trembled on closed eyes, lips stuttered and nose twitched. You were ethereal in the dim blue light of the moon shinning through holes in the tent. It was almost too much for him.

Then he noticed your breath had evened out. it was slower and smoother. You had fallen asleep practically in his arms. Just as he was about to retreat his hands, yours wrapped around his neck and settled on the nape. You were so close, so soft and gentle even In your sleep. Your fingers brushed the short hair as you let out small snores and held him so his chest was to yours.

The thing that really took his breath away was when your legs wove in-between his and your toes kissed his calves. Zuko might have died and gone to heaven. The prettiest person he'd ever met was curled up in his arms and sighing hot wisps of air over him.

Then you mumbled his name gently and squirmed a little, your nose tucked up in his collar bones and he felt himself swoon. How ever would he be able to face you tomorrow?

[lendeah]

Thank you very much, Gale. Goodnight.

Pairing: Gale x Fem!Reader/Tav

Summary:

Upon reaching the Last Light Inn, your party is informed about the room arrangements: you will have to share rooms in pairs. Fate has it that you find yourself paired with a particularly charming wizard. To add a twist, there's only one bed. or Gale and Tav relive the "there was only one bed" trope.

Tags: Fluff and smut. They are so cute.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW (minors dni), thighs, frottage, heavy petting, mutual masturbation, touch starved Gale.

Note: This was going to be a prompt but it got out of hand. Anyway, a small gift for the Gale girlies (me, I am the Gale girlies). Also, not proofread and english isn't my first language, so be gentle!🫶🏻

"You will have to share rooms in pairs" Yaheira had deadpanned. After our long journey, we finally reached the Last Light Inn. We were hoping for a comfortable bed and some privacy, but our hopes were crushed.

Yaheira didn't seem fazed by our reactions, her expression remaining stoic.

"After all the blood, sweat and tears we poured into saving you lot back there this is the beautiful appreciation we get in return?" Astarion exclaimed dramatically, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Yaheira's cold stare silenced him. "Many soldiers are residing here, sacrificing their own comfort for our cause. Four of them have given up their bedchambers for your stay. You should be grateful," she reprimanded sharply.

The creaky wooden floors and musty smell hinted at the age of the building, but it was a small price to pay for a warm bed and shelter from the danger of the shadows outside. The group stood in a huddle, debating their next move. Wyll's voice rang out confidently "I propose we stay at the camp like we have been doing.".

Karlach's response was immediate and determined: "What, and die in the shadows? No, thank you."

You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling about to faint from weariness. "Guys, we're all exhausted. We should just accept the offer and get some rest. We practically sleep on top of each other every other day anyway."

"Yeah, but not on the same bed." Shadowheart chimed, giving Lae'zel a sly side glance. "And how would we determine who sleeps with whom, anyway?"

Gale, the ever-practical one, interjected: "Perhaps we could employ a method of chance, such as drawing straws, in order to make a resolution?"

So that's how Gale and you end up entering the old dusty and messy bedroom from the last Light Inn. The single bed in the middle seems to be laughing at us.

Gale sighs. "I knew sharing rooms wasn't a good idea. I should just crawl under the bed." He scans the room, eyes coming to rest on the window, with the dark sky looming outside. "I could sleep out there too." He pauses. "The prospect of such a cozy rest is indeed quite alluring. The brisk gusts brushing against my face, as I gaze upwards towards the unobstructed expanse of the starry heavens. Delightful, wouldn't you agree?"

He moves to get out of the door, but you grab his arm, your voice pleading, tinged with desperation from the exhaustion. "Please, Gale, I know it's uncomfortable, but can we just please do this tonight and figure out a better plan tomorrow?"

He swallows, glancing down at your fingers wrapped around his arms. "I-I don't think you realize just how difficult it'll be for me. This bed's too small, and it's too close, and—I can't."

I look at him with my eyes narrowed "If you don't get on the bed in the next five minutes, I am going to use my maze on you. And let me tell you, it hurts"

He looks at me dumbfounded ."...You wouldn't?" You give him a pointed stare. Of course, you don't mean to hurt him, but you are too tired to fight or move for that matter.

He swallows, looking you up and down again. Then he nods and turns toward the bed. "Uh, fine. I guess I'll, uh, get on the bed. However, I cannot guarantee that any peculiar occurrences will not transpire. I mean, not that I expect anything weird to happen. Just, you know, putting it out there. Okay, I'll stop talking now."

Your roll your eyes fondly at his rambling. As Gale awkwardly settles onto the edge of the bed, you quickly change into your undergarments and crawl into the other side. The bed creaks under both of your weight, making Gale flinch. The space feels narrow, forcing you close together. There's barely an inch in between, and any movement sends you brushing up against him. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, a little toasty.

"The dimensions of this bed are rather diminutive," he whispers, staring up at the ceiling under the blanket, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Aren't you sharp" you whisper teasingly.

"It's... it's tiny! How do you expect two fully-grown individuals to successfully sleep in this thing?" He says in an exasperated whisper. It is small, though. Feels like I'm being wrapped in a blanket... Except the blanket is another person.

I sigh in exhasperation, "Gale I am trying to sleep for god's sake!"

Gale shifts uncomfortably, trying to make himself as small as possible on the narrow bed. "I apologize, I didn't mean to disturb your slumber. I just...I can't get comfortable in such confined space."

You let out another sigh, feeling a little bad for him. "I'm sorry. This isn't your fault, but is it possible that we exchange our positions? I don't mean to inconvenience you, but I feel like I can't relax like this. I can sleep on the edge of the bed, and you can sleep in the middle."

You look at him, one second away from grabbing your maze for real. "Gale, there is no middle, every part of this damned bed is the edge!"

Gale, is still fidgeting on his side.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter under your breath.

"I know," he responds quietly. "I'm sorry." He bites his lip, looking up at the ceiling again. "It seems as though you are now stuck with me as your blanket," he says, turning his head in your direction. "I hope this arrangement does not cause any discomfort for you... I would not want to impede upon your sleep."

At that, you can’t help but smile fondly back at him "It could be worse," you remark softly. "I could be stuck with Halsin and his incessant snores."

"Halsin snores?" He blinks in genuine surprise. "I never would have guessed. Is it disruptive? Like a storm tearing through the night?"

You roll your eyes. "You wouldn't know, you sleep like a rock all night." Your words are playful, as you nudge him lightly with your elbow.

"I do not! I am an extremely light sleeper, in fact, the slightest noise can jolt me from my slumber. It's quite a remarkable feat, really." His brow furrows. "Wait, does this imply that you have observed me in my sleep?" He blurts out. He is now on his side too, both of us facing each other.

A soft chuckle escapes from your lips, banishing all thoughts of sleep. "Yeah," you remarked with a playful smile, "I must say, you look really cute when you're sleeping."

The moonlight streaming in through the window cast a gentle glow on Gale's face, making your heart swell with affection. His tousled hair and big brown eyes look even softer in this ambience.

His mouth drops open, his eyebrows now shooting up to his hairline. "I do not look cute while I sleep!"

"So cute, with your cheeks all puffed," you say, reaching out to pinch his cheek playfully.

Gale's face flushes a bright red and he turns away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I—I'm not cute when I sleep," he whispers." I am powerful! A talented wizard, a master of magic. I do not need to be "cute". And I'm not!" But as he protests, you can't help but notice the way his cheeks flush and how his hair sticks up in all directions, making him look endearingly disheveled. You can't resist the temptation and reach over to tickle his middle. "Cutie!"

"I am not!" he protests, giggling as you tickle him. "Stop it! You're making me... gahahaha!" His laughter bubbles out of him despite his attempts to hold it in.

You laugh too, enjoying the sound of his laughter. "See? Cute."

"I'm not cute!" he gasps out between laughs. "I'm... hahaha... I'm powerful!" He tries to sit up, but you pin him down with your hand on his chest. "You are cute, Gale. And you're adorable when you laugh," you say, looking into his eyes. He looks at you, his cheeks still flushed with laughter and embarrassment. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other before Gale clears his throat and lays on his side again.

"Gale?" I call out softly, hoping to break the silence.

"Yes...?"His voice is barely audible.

Smirking mischievously, you decide to push his buttons a little more.

"You know, I have trouble falling asleep unless I'm cuddled up next to someone." you whisper

He flinches. It takes a moment for your request to fully register, and he stares at you with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"...Are you serious? You want me to cuddle you?"

You nod eagerly, a hopeful smile playing on your lips. "Usually it would be Shadowheart offering, but she's not here right now."

"You want—me, to wrap my arms around you, to..."

His eyes narrow. "Am I hearing you right? You're asking me, to hold you?"

You roll my eyes "Yes Gale, that is usually how cuddling works."

Gale looks at you, taken aback by your request. His face flushes with embarrassment as he considers your words. "Um...I-I'm not entirely certain if that would be a prudent course of action," he stammers out, looking away from you.

"Forget it," Frustration wells up inside of you and you let out a low grunt before turning away to face the opposite side of the room.

"Er- I mean, wait, that wasn't a rejection... " He scoots closer, careful not to touch you. You turn yourself, so you are looking at him again. He looks down at you with a nervous expression. "So if I were to, hypothetically speaking, encircle my arms around your form, you wouldn't object?"

For some reason, your heart skips a beat at the thought of his arms around you.

"Well," you respond playfully. "I would probably say something along the lines of 'thank you very much Gale, goodnight'."

He hesitates for a moment before finally inching closer, his arm hovering uncertainly in the air. With a deep breath, he takes the plunge and wraps his arm around you, pulling you gently against his chest. You let out a surprised gasp, not expecting him to actually cuddle you, but the warmth and comfort that radiate from him are welcome in the cold room. You nestle into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear and inhaling the intoxicating combination of an old book's musty pages and his rich cologne, laced with a subtle hint of sweat. You wrap your arms tighter around his soft body, savoring the feeling of being held in his strong embrace.

"Thank you, Gale" you whisper, intertwining your fingers behind his back. "Goodnight."

As the exhaustion of your journey settles over you, you feel the familiar pull of sleep in your body. However, the moment is disturbed by the feeling of something hard poking your stomach. Your eyes snap open and meet Gale's, who stands there frozen with shock and embarrassment.

"I... I'm sorry," he stammers out, mortified. "I didn't mean for that to happen. It's just been so long and you are so close and..."

Your bodies are still pressend, and you try to make sense of everything. Finally, you laugh softly and pat his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Gale. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." you say reassuringly, though you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"But... but I didn't mean for this to happen," he repeats, still clearly flustered.

"It's natural," you say calmly, trying to put him at ease. "It happens sometimes when people get close like this."

Gale nods slowly, still looking a little uncertain. He shifts slightly so that the bulge isn't pressing against your body as much anymore. "Thank you for understanding," he says quietly. Your heart swells with affection as you watch him; there is something endearing about his vulnerability in this moment. You have an overwhelming urge to pull him close, to shield him from any harm and take care of him.

A twinge of guilt tugs at your conscience as you watch the flush rise in his cheeks, a direct result of your teasing. You chew on your lip for a moment before an idea strikes you. "Do you... want me to lend a hand?" You offer tentatively, gazing up at him with soft eyes and a gentle tone. His big brown orbs widen in surprise at your unexpected offer. You are also taken aback by your own words, but don't take them back.

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can see the struggle in his expression as he tries to process what you just said.

"I mean, it's completely up to you," you quickly add, not wanting to pressure him into anything. "I just thought maybe it would help alleviate some of your... discomfort."

He takes a deep breath and looks away from you, clearly embarrassed. Gale hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart races at his acceptance. You were not expecting him to actually agree to your offer, but you are weirdly glad he did. "Okay," you repeat softly, moving your hand down to his waist and pulling him closer. You slowly reach down between both your bodies, gently taking hold of his erection through his pants. Gale gasps softly as your fingers brush against him, sending shivers down his spine. You can feel his breath hitch in anticipation as you start to move your hand up and down. As you gaze up at him, his arms still holding your body, a deep stirring awakens within you. The wizard before you, with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, is more attractive than you had ever realized. His tanned skin is like velvet against your fingertips, and his long hair falls over his face in gentle waves. Each reaction to your caress, every soft moan that escapes his lips, only adds fuel to the fire growing inside of you. Looking so eager for your touch.

Without hesitation, you lean forward and capture his lips in a gentle kiss. To your surprise, he responds enthusiastically, his hands moving to rest on your face as he pulls you closer to him. You deepen the kiss, your heart racing at the feeling of his warm lips against yours and the subtle tickle of his beard on your cheeks. As you continue to kiss, your hands never stops the gentle strokes on his erection. Gale's moans are becoming louder and more urgent. You can feel his need growing as he grinds against your hand, seeking more friction.

"L-let me touch you" he says between ragged breaths.

You smile at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the effect you're having.

"I have a better idea," you say softly, moving your hand away from his erection. You take off your panties, and move on your side in front of him again. Gale lets out a small gasp as you straddle him, feeling the heat of his arousal pressed against your bare thighs.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice thick with both curiosity and lust.

A mischievous grin plays on your lips. "I'm going to give you something even better than my hand to relieve yourself," you purr, swaying your hips in demonstration in a slow, enticing rhythm, that elicits a delicious friction between his cock and the warm heat of your thighs and cunt.

You take one of his hands and guide it to your breast, letting him feel its softness and moaning quietly at the touch. Gale's eyes widen in surprise, gently squeezing it but with his eyes fixed on yours.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, reaching up to touch your face with his free hand.

"Thank you, so are you," you reply, leaning down to capture his lips in another tender kiss. He seems to find your praise very arousing, as his breathing quickens and he thrusts his hips upward, seeking more contact with your body. In response, you arch your back and press your chest against him, savoring the feel of his erection against your core and thighs.

"I want you so much," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I've been dreaming of this moment for so long but I never- I didn’t think-“ he gasps at a particularly good thrust.

You're not sure how to answer, so instead you keep whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "You're an amazing kisser, Gale," you say, "you touch me so good..."

He moans in your mouth, gripping your hips harder as he keeps pounding erratically. Your hands move to his hair, pulling from the strands and eliciting a small whine from his throat. You can feel the hardness of his erection brushing against your wet folds with every movement, and it sends shivers of pleasure down your spine. You let out a moan into his lips as his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing small circles that send sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Feeling his arousal growing even more, you know he won't last much longer, so you move your hips in a faster rhythm, grinding against his cock with more urgency.

Gale lets out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he matches your movements. The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, but in the most delicious way possible. As you continue to move together, your breaths growing heavier and more ragged, you can feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building within you too. Gale seems to be close as well, as he begins to thrust deeper and harder into your thighs, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. You can hear the slap of skin and the squelching sound of your now wet thighs.

"Oh, gods," he gasps out, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm gonna..."

His body suddenly tenses up as he comes undone, his hips bucking wildly as he spills himself into the soft skin. For several moments, Gale lies there panting and gasping for breath.

"Oh, gods," he gasps out. "That was...amazing."

You lean and press a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling at him as you do.

"I'm glad it brought you pleasure," you whisper softly, running your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, his skilled fingers find their way back to your core. He seems to sense that you didn't reach climax with him earlier and now he's determined to make sure you do. His touch is intense as he circles and rubs against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a moan, arching your back and grinding against his hand. He watches you with intense desire in his eyes as he continues to pleasure you.

"Gods, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "I am not going to be able to forget this."

His words only fuel your desire even more, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge once again. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you ride the waves of pleasure, your hips moving in sync with his fingers.

"I want to make you feel good," Gale says breathlessly, kissing along your neck and collarbone. "Tell me what feels good."

You guide his hand lower, signaling for him to enter you with his fingers. He complies eagerly, sliding two fingers inside of you and curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. You cry out in pleasure, your walls clenching around him. You know you are not going to last long, still sensitive from the previous ministrations.

"Thank the heavens and hells," Gale groans, looking at me like I am a work of art. Setting a steady pace with his fingers, he kisses down your chest and takes one nipple into his mouth. The combination of sensations has you teetering on the edge once again.

"I-I'm close," you manage to say between gasps.

"Come for me," Gale whispers against your skin, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue against your hardened nipple, you come undone in a powerful climax that leaves you panting and shaking in Gale's arms. He holds onto you tightly as he continues to pleasure you through the aftershocks.

"That was incredible," he murmurs against your skin as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"Yes it was," you reply dreamily, still basking in the afterglow.

Gale pulls out from between your thighs and settles down next to you, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. As you press your body closer to his, you feel a subtle shift, an unspoken understanding passing between the two of you. Instead of voicing it out loud, you turn to him and whisper,

"Thank you very much, Gale. Goodnight"

[nosesitter]

Help, I’m stuck!

| Father in law!Joel Miller

3.9k words

a/n: let me real quickly clarify no I don’t wanna fuck my FIL I just wanna fuck Joel Miller, this came to me in a completely different way but I added another idea in and made this! I hope y’all love it cause as I post I’ll be writing an add on cause FIL Joel was something I didn’t know I needed. It’s niche but someone has to write it, also PLS let me know if you want anything specific I love writing blurbs for people 🫶🏻 not even Joel miller I love hot characters, masked men, mean men, thot men, BIG BURLY HAIRY MEN!! Joel will talk more next part I just could only get him in at the end

⚠️: Father in law!Joel Miller, reader has an onlyfans, no Sarah but Joel does have a grown son, age gap not specified for reader but Joel is 55, no outbreak, it’s definitely dub/con, mentions of alcohol and drugs(don’t do any without me), recorded sex, small anal and food play?(it’s just a line you’d probably glaze right over it), f masterbation, unprotected pinv, toys, creampie, use of sweet pet names 🫶🏻and then the word slut is tossed around a couple times, reader can fit in a dryer lmfaooo never thought I’d type that

“The whole ‘stuck inside the dryer’ that could be fun.”

Two years ago you started an only fans. Your husband loved the idea of it. Hyping you up, filming the content, giving you ideas. He loved coming home seeing you dressed up, camera ready to record the homemade videos, it made him insane, causing him to go hard and give it his all only to throw in the towel after your wet cunt milks him of his release 30 minutes after hitting record. It became a full time job for you. Once you started it was hard to stop, pulling one orgasm out of you opened a Pandora’s box of animalistic lust, in the past you’ve been called a nymphomaniac. It was a blessing and a curse to be so horny all the time. After videos with him you would let him rest, kissing him goodnight then heading to the guest room to make solo content. Your trusty pink vibrator and thick realistic dildo helping you reach your climax 5 more times before you call it a night then head to bed to edit and post the content.

Your husbands words ring through your ears as he opens a bottle of wine for you. ‘Stuck in the dryer’ it was simple really, trying to think why you’ve never thought of it before. Tonight you’re having dinner with your father in law, Joel Miller. The grumpiest old man you’ve ever met. In the two years you’ve been married you’ve seen him smile a few times, once when the two of you met, another at your engagement, and then the night of your wedding as you were leaving for your honeymoon, very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a big hug ‘welcome to the family’ he whispered when he pulled back a drunken smirk was plastered on his face. there was something about the whole interaction that sent a shiver down you spine. After the honeymoon he was over, a lot. Finding things around the new house to fix. Always mumbling to himself;

‘them new contractors don’t know what they’re doin’

Walker entertained his dads need to be helpful and useful and so did you. So to return the favors you’ve banged out dinner and dessert for the man. As you’re setting the table there’s a loud knock at the door. Walker grabs the door and smiles big when he sees his father pulling him into a manly hug, both of them patting each others back three times. “Welcome in dad! Yeah, she’s in the kitchen just finished up.” You can hear Joel’s voice ask for you, maybe it was the sip of wine you just had but hearing his voice made your legs… buckle.

His boots stepping across the hardwood floor, crossing the threshold into the dining room. Standing next to the set table, one hand on your hip the other holding your generously full glass of wine. This has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on Joel’s face.

“Hello there sweetness ,you do all this for me?” Pulling you into a side hug his big warm arm going around your waist. tightly. yours going around his shoulder as you rest your head on him for a brief second. You pull back but his one arm lingers around you a little while longer.

“Well we just wanted to say thank you for working so hard to help fix up the place.” He sets the 6 pack he brought with him on the table grabbing one of the bottles and twisting off the cap and wrapping his lips around taking a big gulp. There’s a sudden dryness in your throat and you swear you can hear yourself gulp when he pulls the bottle away and runs his tongue across his bottom lip to gather the excess.

“Let’s eat, honey I’m hungry!” Walker says and the three of y’all sit down and begin to eat. One thing about Joel is that he’s a vocal eater, meaning he will moan and groan if the food is good. He loves your cooking, says it’s just like his ma’s even brought his brother Tommy over for him to have some too. You’re surprised he’s not here either. So when Joel stabs his fork into the baked chicken you were making earlier it comes as music to your ears when he lets out a throaty growl. Legs crossing even tighter now causing you to reach for your glass of wine.

When everyone finishes with dinner you head back into the kitchen to grab Joel’s favorite, your mixed berry pie. Quick on your heels is your husband. As you’re closing the oven he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing kisses into the side of your neck. “Mm I keep imagining you on your knees inside the dryer.” He mumbles into your ear his breathy whisper making you giggle from its ticklish feel. He presses himself into the back of your ass the dress you’re wearing is already thin enough so you can practically feel the outline of him on your skin. Grabbing the pie again you quickly get out the kitchen and back to Joel.

“Everything all good, sweetness?” Joel asks seeing your chest and face red from your husbands advances.

“Oh it’s nothing just talking with Walker about the dryer, we might get a new one.” Walking back out the kitchen Walker points his beer at his father exclaiming.

“No need to fix this one dad, we’re just gon’ replace it.” He tells him and Joel just holds his hands up as you’re cutting him a slice of pie. Your hand raises to stop him from scarfing it down so you can add the whip cream on it. You shake the bottle and you can feel the eyes of both miller men on you as you shake a little too hard causing some to spray out. The spurts of cream landing on your chest and falling onto your hand.

The whole scene comical for your husband but absolutely stunning for Joel. You just laugh while your fingers gather the white cream off your chest and into your mouth. He’s looking up at your while he sits in the chair completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He prays he doesn’t need to get anytime soon because the both of y’all will see his complete hard on for his daughter in law.

“Well dig in Joel, it’s your favorite!”

———

It’s midnight by the time you finish cleaning up. the bottle of red wine sitting empty in the recycling bin and your husband on the couch barely awake. You wake him up and lead him into the bedroom, getting him under the covers and pressing a kiss against his lips before he whispers goodnight and a quick love you. You head into the bathroom and strip yourself of your dress, bra, and panties. Then head into the guest room grabbing your camera and putting it on the tripod set up in the corner. Laying back in the bed you start slow at first. Hand slowly trailing down your chest, ghosting lightly over the swell of your breasts. Squeezing your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples. Your head whips around as you begin to think about your husband and how you love to sit on his face, the feeling of his mustache on your clit. Trying to work yourself up more you think about something else, maybe about how he fucked you on the back patio, him laying on the chaise while your hands hold onto the arms rests. His hips rutting into you while you hover over him.

As your hands reaches your clit like a flash of lightning there’s a brief imagine of Joel. when he was cleaning the gutters, it had been raining for weeks and it was so humid that when he came over within 10 minutes he had stripped himself of his flannel and under shirt. Standing on a ladder one leg bent the other straight as his hands were above his head, the humidity causing beads of sweat to trail down his tan broad arms and causing his gray wife beater to blacken. The whole scene made you rush back inside, heading into the kitchen to try to forget by making him fresh squeezed lemonade.

Your hand pulls away with guilt but theres a gush that comes from you, putting your hand back between your legs your fingers gather the arousal that pours out of you. Sitting up you grab your dildo from the bedside table and begin again. Tapping the head of it against your clit the teasing causing you to moan. One hand holds the dildo while the other spreads yourself back for the camera your fingers opening up into a ‘v’ as you rub the side of the dildo along your exposed cunt. Gathering your wetness so you can slip in the thick fake cock. The dildo has more girth than your husband. His dick was long but it just didn’t give you the stretch you wanted. Pushing the tip in you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you slowly push more in. A couple seconds pass and you can feel the toy bottom out inside you stretching you out perfectly while also lightly bushing against your cervix.

Slowly you begin to move it getting used to the stretch. To edge yourself on, your fingers go to your nipples tweaking and rubbing your arousal over them causing the air to hit the wetness sending a chill through you. Your hand goes for your neck lightly pressing yourself into the bed, then another flash of Joel with his thick hand wrapped around the whole bottle. it was tiny in his big ruggedly hands. There’s a loud moan that escapes your throat and your hand holding the dildo between your legs begins to thrust faster. Now you can’t help but think of him as the sound of your gushing cunt gets louder, it’s fucking pornographic. Another image of him and it’s when your husband surprised you with a hot tub and you found Joel in it when y’all came from your honeymoon. He was red with embarrassment even though he asked his son if he could use it. You remember him getting out, water dripping down his salt and pepper covered chest the heavy drops falling off his body and his swim trunks getting stuck to his big thighs, the outline of his cock was far bigger than your husbands.

A very loud moan comes from your mouth one last time and you’re looking between your legs at the arousal squirting out of you. Your head tosses back into the pillows as your hips go crazy bucking up and into the bed. Pulling the dildo out of you and winching at the emptiness you now feel. Your shame is coating the bed and running down your arm. you swing your legs that feel like noodles over the bed and head into the bathroom to wash off the thoughts of your very hot father in law.

———

There’s a bubbling nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you set up the scene. Camera set up on the tripod, the laundry room cleaned up to look like it’s never been used, and the pillow you set inside the dryer for you to bend over on. You decided to dress up for the part wearing a tight see through tank top, shorts that a too small your ass is hanging out no doubt but the real kicker is that you’re not wearing any underwear so when your bent inside the dryer they ride up causing your whole vagina to be exposed to camera view. Knee high socks and a pair of converse. it’s about 10 minutes to 12 so you decide to loosen up by smoking a little before your husband comes home for lunch.

Heading home baby see you soon!

Walker doesn’t work too far away so you finish up the joint you rolled and head back inside to your place in the dryer. You can hear his truck pull up, the engine dies and the driver door closes, your phones dings a couple more time but you don’t check it. Quickly you press record and get on your knees and head first into the dryer.

The front door opens and you begin.

“Help, I’m stuck!” You shout out before he could get out a hello causing his rushing footsteps to come past the dining room and into the laundry room. You can feel his presence behind you but what you didn’t expect is the catcall whistle that came with it.

“I got stuck in the dryer, please help me!” You plead with him wiggling your ass around, your hungry cunt wrapping itself around the crotch of your tight shorts. His hand comes down and slaps your ass hard you’re thrown off by the force he gives you but he must really like this idea since he suggested it. A deep growl comes from his throat and you can hear him getting on his knees right behind you.

“Just get me out please!” Pretending to plead with him. Walker usually talks but he’s quiet today you think nothing of it. He presses himself against you feeling the cold buckle on his belt on the back of your thighs. The roughness of his jeans as he grinds himself into you. You move forward slightly but his hands grab your hips holding you in place as he continues to grind into you.

One of your hands try to go for his belt behind you but he’s quick to slap it away. He leans back on his knees and pushes you more into the dryer ass hiked up higher. He begins to pull your shorts down to your knees and slowly trails his fingers back up your exposed legs back to your ache between your legs. “If you’re going to eat me out move the camera closer.” Breaking character for a moment you tell him and then you hear shuffling and then the sound of your tripod being picked up and set closer to the dryer.

His left hand spreading your cheeks apart the other has his finger ghosting lightly over your entrance. Suddenly there’s a harsh feeling of Walker spitting right where his finger begs to be. His middle finger pushes inside and begins twirling around inside of you. The sound of wetness and his finger pushing deep into you makes you moan out loud the echo of it escaping the dryer. Still having your cheeks spread he adds another finger this time, his ring finger. The force his hand is giving you gets faster and faster then he starts to make a come here motion with his fingers. The stretch of his two fingers alone have you white knuckling the pillow. Then his lips press a light but wet kiss to the other hole that’s getting no attention. The feeling of his mustache right on you pubic bone makes you giggle a little then his lips lower and you can feel the prickly sides of his cheeks against you. He forgot to shave this morning. You like when Walker lets his little facial hair grow out. His beard is patchy just like his fathers but you love the look. His fingers curve inside of you again and suddenly you’re about to cum.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close!” Panting out. The force from his hand gets faster and harder causing your body to shake as he begins to pound his hand into you. One of your hands goes behind you to grab his wrist. His other hand grabs your arm and holds you tightly there as your body begins to convulse violently. With your hand back behind you, you can feel your orgasm approach, well you can definitely feel it. You start squirting again the feeling of your orgasm shooting at walkers clothes. He’ll have to change before he can leave. Your arm still being held in place while his other hand begins to grab at his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper going down, then his tip slides right between your folds. Back arches from the contact you want more.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, ass wiggling around trying to find his dick so it can just slip right in but he stops you with his big hand giving each of your cheeks a few slaps. Your free hand goes behind you to stop the spanking but he’s quick to grab it and hold it with your other hand. You can feel his bare dick twitch behind you, just dying to be inside of you like a compass pointing right into your cunt. Before he pushes himself inside of you his fingers grab at the wedding ring right on your finger sliding it off and hearing the metal hit the top of the dryer. Confused but you decide to not ruin the moment with a simple question.

His fingers grab at his base to straighten his cock out and almost immediately upon penetration you know this isn’t Walker. Your head turns slightly to look behind you and you can see the recognizable green flannel that belongs to your father in law, lower part of it soaked with your arousal. His big broad hand holding both your arms back, veins poking out of his flushed red neck. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his eyes catching you staring right at him.

“Poor little housewife, begging for her father in laws cock.” As much as you want to push him away, scream, fight, and cry for your husband your eyes just roll right back as he bottoms out inside of you. He’s the perfect size, the perfect girth, he’s perfect right inside of you and he knows it too. His free hand goes for the tripod taking the camera right off and moving it closer to his dick that’s moving slowly all the way out then slowly all the way back in.

Your mind isn’t thinking about where your husband is or how he might be standing at the door watching the whole scene happen before him instead you’re thinking about every vein you can feel on his cock, how stuffed you feel, how his balls slap right up against you, the mound of black and white pubic hair he has and how ticklish it feels grinding against you. The whole situation is fucked, how can you even go back to your husbands skinny dick? How can you ever look in your father in law in the eye after this? There’s a hard slap at your ass followed by Joel’s hand grabbing the skin at your hips.

“Such a good little slut.”

The coil in your lower stomach feels hot to the touch, your body smushed into the dryer the metal indenting into your skin. Your knees get closer together causing your pussy’s grip on Joel to get tighter around him. His hand lets go of both of yours as his thrusts get sloppier, he’s going to cum inside of you.

“Uh uh baby, you’re gon’ take this and you’re gon’ love it.” Both your hands try to push yourself out the dryer but joel just raises one of his legs to kneel beside you blocking your body from moving anymore from him. As much as you don’t want this your hand can’t help but wonder to your clit. Joel’s notices this and puts his hand over yours, your two small fingers and his two big ones rubbing all over your clit. The pressure is so much that you squirt again, your climax is grotesquely satisfying, tears begin to flow out your eyes as Joel moans very loudly, he sounds like he hasn’t had an orgasm in years and you just let the beast out the cage.

Following your release Joel gives you one last thrust practically shoving his cock inside your cervix, spraying hot cum all inside of you it feels like you’re full, so full of Joel’s cum. Body shaking around him milking him of everything he can give you. His thrusts get slower but you’re pressing back into him hard just chasing the high of being stretched full. His hand that’s still on yours slaps your clit and you’re coming again in an instant. He laughs at your desperate body as he looks down at his cock to see the white ring on cream sitting around base of him. Slowly he pulls out, his body goes limp and he lays against the washer right beside you.

Finally out the dryer you catch your breath and look at the red light blinking on your camera. You stop it the video and it saves it. A big part of you wants to delete this and curse at Joel for taking advantage of you like that, a small sluttier piece of you wants to watch it again while you suck joel clean. You just set the camera to the side, not deleting it yet. You and Joel just look each other in the eye while he begins to put his dirty dick back in his pants. he zips up and then gets up groaning like the old man he is in the process.

“You better get cleaned up, don’t want my boy to see his slut wife with his dads cum in her.” You sit on the floor at his feet just watching him grab his bag of tools and leave. Your phone dings and you wonder if it’s Walker telling you to move out cause he saw the whole scene.

Got fucking pulled over I was too excited to head home and fuck you! :(((

Just gonna head back to work :( hungry and horny see you tonight baby

While you look at those texts, one pops up sent 30 minutes ago from Joel

Hey darling I’m gonna head over and check out that dryer for ya, see you soon!

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[ichikopotato]

currently thinking of 2007! Tom missing you so much on tour.

synopsis: Tom misses his girlfriend so much while he’s on the Zimmer 483 Tour, that he decides to give her something special while they’re talking on the phone.

warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, overall just smut.

a/n: pulled this out my ass so if it’s shit, im sorry‼️

—> IT WAS A EXHAUSTIVE NIGHT in Oberhausen, Germany. Tom and his band just finished their concert for the day. He just arrived back at his hotel room, sighing as he removed his shoes.

He immediately got his phone, calling you. He’s missing you so much, even Bill and the rest of the band is affected. By his constant nagging about he should’ve brought you.

His face lights up as he sees your face. “Hallo, meine liebe. How are you?” He asks, playing with his lip piercing. You smile, blushing softly. “Im fine, baby. I just miss you s’much.”

You continue talking, explaining your day, your plans for tomorrow and how you miss your dear boyfriend. Tom smirks, feeling his pants tighten. He plays with his lip piercing once more, staring at your cleavage through the phone.

“Hey hey, schatz?” He mutters, his voice low and husky. “Yes, baby?” You smiled innocently, before lowering his camera to an angle you can see him stroking his hardness.

You stutter, your face heating up. “Liebe, what are you—“ he cuts you off by saying, “show me those pretty tits that I’ve been missing as well, yeah?” He chuckled.

You nod, blushing as you bring your shirt up, revealing your plump breasts to his horny eyes. He groans softly, stroking his cock faster. He curses under his breath, moaning.

“Go on schatz, show me that pretty pussy.” He moans. “Baby, you know how much you turn me on.” You mutter, giggling. You point the camera to your bottom, removing your shorts and your panties.

You show him your sopping wet pussy, “what now, tommy?” You teased. He moans, stroking his cock faster. “Go on baby, Reibe diese kleine Muschi. Wan’ to see you pleasure yourself.”

You nod obediently, your hand reaching down to rub your wetness. You moan softly, biting your bottom lip. He groans into his phone, moaning as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

“Oh fuckfuck— meine liebe, m’cumming—“ he groans, moaning as he releases all over his hand. You moan, reaching your breaking point as well.

“Did so good f’me, baby. Thank you” he smirked, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand. You smile, face flustered. “Baby, i’ll see you in 29 days. Ich liebe dich, tommy. G’night.” You blow a kiss to the camera, waving bye.

“Gut nacht, baby. Ich liebe dich auch, liebe.” As he catches your kiss into his hand, rubbing it into his chest. You ended the call, smiling like an idiot.

Tom was about to go to sleep, before seeing the photo you sent him. A photo of your breasts in new lingerie, along with a message saying, “miss you, baby. A proper goodnight. xoxo 💋”

“Scheiße.” He muttered, playing with his lip piercing with a cocky smirk on his lips. Guess he won’t be sleeping for another hour.

HOPE YOU LIKED IT, DID THIS AT 1:34AM LOVE YOU ALL💋🫶🏻

[greg-montgomery]

what makes hotch so appealing to you?

this is for day 15 of the marchhotchness event by @hotchfiles bc i always want an excuse to rant about why i love aaron hotchner 🫶🏻

to me, aaron = safety & comfort.

he looks like someone who no matter what the problem is he’s gonna deal with it. he’s a “we’ll figure it out together” man. you can count on him!! it just feels like he has all the answers! i’d never be scared if i had him by my side. imagine being loved by this man. it’s just !!!!

i love the “dad of the group” vibe he has. bc once again it’s that protective energy that drives me crazy. and makes me wanna be special to him.

he’s been through so so much. he’s so strong. the woman he loved was murdered and he’ll always feel responsible for that even if it wasn’t his fault. he saw her dead and had to be calm enough to comfort his son - NOT EVEN KNOWING IF HE’D FIND HIM ALIVE!

everything is always falling on him and yet he never complains? he feels like he’s not enough, he has so much on his shoulders but he only talks about it to haley in that dream he had :( “it gets hard. and i’m alone.” and yet he keeps doing his best for jack and for his team.

he’s a sweet and patient dad to jack. carrying a picture of him and haley to his trips, watching videos of him and smiling, kissing him goodnight, making cookies with him, hugging him, helping him with his halloween costumes, visiting his teacher to keep up with how he’s doing at school 🥹

he has the reputation that he’s tough and serious and all that, which like…yeah he is. he’s scary. but to the people he loves? pls let’s see how he is with penelope who is his soft spot. every time he comforted her 🥹 when he stayed with her bc she was sad and they cooked together!! when he told her she’s special and wouldn’t want her to change! when he didn’t get mad at reid for calling him a narcissist and choosing him bc he didn’t look at things selfishly. he could have been offended but his only concern was getting spencer back safe so he knew he was lying. when he was so protective of emily and said “if anything happens to her i will destroy you”. when jj was pregnant and he was so hurt she didn’t tell him :( he’s doing his best to be supportive and protective of them and he still feels like an outsider probably :( when he went to elle’s house to clean the blood off her wall. the tough love he gave to morgan bc he wanted to protect the team and make him leader of the group. he felt responsible for everyone.

and i mentioned this again but he’s lonely :( and lonely characters have my heart. you can have family and friends and still feel lonely sometimes and i think that’s aaron. and i wish i could take that away and never let him feel lonely ever again.

and ofc another thing that makes him appealing to me is that he is the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen in my entire life 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[starlightandfairies]

alright i got another one the reader sneaking up on daryl and scaring him by jumping on his back and after a couple failed attempts he finally gets them back? fluff <3

if you want me to keep requesting i can to keep you busy 😭🫶🏻

Description: The reader made the mistake of sneaking up on Daryl, and now Daryl is looking for revenge.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*Thank you so much for this! It's so cute and please feel free to spam me with requests* <3

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,105

First Person's POV

Daryl always called me his sneaky little ninja and told me I need a bell. There was always a dispute between us both about the other needing a bell because we were always sneaking up on each other and scaring the other. Daryl was talking with Carol, discussing something about the recent run, I took this as the perfect opportunity to put my recent plan into action. I crept up on him, Carol too preoccupied with doing something for him so she wouldn't give me away once I were to do something. 

I lined up like a lion hunting a gazel, pounced on top of his back and giggled as he swore loudly and it took a minute for him to figure out what the hell just happened. I planted a kiss on his cheek, smiling as he let out a breathy chuckle and jumped off his back, he turned around and looked at me with so much irritation but obviously filled with love. 

"You're lucky I love 'ya." 

"I know I am." I stuck out my tongue, smiling at the man and rested a kiss on his lips before giggling as he pulled me in for a hug. 

"I'm gonna get you back for that." 

"Sure you are." 

"Is the challenge?" He smirked as I nodded, he held out his hand, waiting for me to shake on our newly planned agreement. 

"I believe it is." 

"Well then, challenge accepted." I knew that this would suck as soon as I agreed to it, while Daryl can appear mean and grumpy, this man was also incredibly kind-hearted and around a few others very playful and sneaky. The first three times Daryl tried to get me, he failed at his attempts, it was honestly amusing watching him being disappointed by the fact that he didn't scare me, acting like a little kid and grumbling he'll get me next time. 

First Scare Attempt 

I was minding my own business, I was in the garden, planting some crops for later use. It was a semi-cloudy day, the clouds blocking the sun every now and again. Daryl tried sneaking up on me as I was doing that, his cover being blown as the sun popped back into view and the sun revealed his shadow, ruining his scare attack. 

"Daryl, maybe try at night, you know when the sun can't get you." 

"Yeah, the stupid sun gave me away." He smiled as I giggled at his comment, he rested a kiss on my lips and fiddled with a strand of my hair. 

"You're stunning." 

"Really? I think I'm quite gross at the moment, I'm covered in dirt and smell gross." 

"Nah, I've been worse." 

"That is true." Daryl chuckled at my statement, rested a kiss on my forehead and started helping me with the gardening. 

Second Scare Attempt 

It was currently night, I was finishing my chores for the night, closing up and placing everything away. I started heading towards our shared room, saying goodnight to a few people as I walked past them and waited at the door of our room, smiling as Dog ran to my side. I opened the door, chuckling as the furry creature ran over to the cupboard and started scratching at the door. 

"Stupid dog," Daryl muttered, coming out and started scratching Dog behind the ear, I crouched down smiling at the German Sheppard.

"You're a good boy, you're my favourite." I praised, giggling as Dog jumped all over me, licking at my face. Daryl got the dog away from me, helped me up and handed me a clean set of clothes.

"Thanks," I stated, pecking his cheek, changing easily and slipping into bed. Daryl lay beside me, rested a kiss on my shoulder and gave me a smile. I raised an eyebrow, smiling at the man and took his hands. 

"You're too good, woman." 

"I know. You love me for it." Daryl nodded in agreement, placing a kiss on my cheek and pulled me into his arms. 

I love you." 

"I love you more." 

Third Scare Attempt 

I was with the little kids playing with them, playing tag and throwing a ball around, it really felt odd seeing children around again, it felt weird seeing their joy and imagination exist in a world that held constant nightmares and a world that they didn't know anything else but that. 

I circled around the kids, playing duck, duck goose with them and chuckled as they all cheered and ran over to Daryl who was right behind me, I scoffed and placed my hands on my hips, tsking at my lover and grabbed his hands in mine. 

"Just face it, you're not gonna win," I stated with a smile, he rolled his eyes, looked down at the kids and smirked. 

"Do you think I can scare Y/N?" I gasped playfully at the audacity he had to have the kids gang up on me, they all stood by his side, nodding with cheeky smiles. 

"Yeah! Y/N's not that good." I forgot how blunt and honest kids could be. Daryl stuck his tongue out at me, getting the kids to run away and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

"See, you're not that good, apparently I will scare 'ya and I will." 

"It's taken three attempts, I don't know if you will." 

"I persistent, I'll get 'ya I promise you that." 

Fourth Scare Attempt 

I was minding my own business, walking around with a bucket of water in my hands, making sure that our supplies were up and staying constant with the amount that we had. I placed the bucket down, dusted my hands off and took a breath feeling the air around me, feeling the breeze against my fingers. I turned around, jumping as Daryl was suddenly there, throwing a bunch of feathers in my face. I stared at him shocked, chuckling lightly as I tried to wrap my head around the fact of what just happened. 

"I win! I told you I would, I gotcha 'ya good." I brushed the pillow feathers away, staring at him still stunned but placed a smile on as giggles started escaping my lips. 

"Yes, you did." 

"And what's my reward?" 

"A kiss." Daryl blushed lightly, grabbed my face in his hands and placed a kiss on my lips. I smiled at him, giving him another kiss and giggled some more as I placed some of the feathers in his hair making him look a little silly and cute. 

[danikamariewrites]

hi 🩷

i see that you write for both nesta and manon, i was wondering if you could possibly write for mor as well ?

i’ve had this idea of a love triangle between nesta, mor and reader for a while.

i recently found your account and i’m absolutely obsessed with it, your writing, all of it !

do whatever you want with the idea, or don’t. i just thought it won’t hurt to ask.

thank youuu, ily 🫶🏻

Push

Mor x reader

A/n: a little Nesta x reader but more platonic, so I hope you like it.

Thank you anon, I’m glad your here and that you like my fics! Your compliment means the world to me 🥹

Warnings: suggestive

You and Nesta became fast friends once she arrived in the Night Court. Your love language was sharing books, which you and Nesta always did when you hung out. Your shared love of smutty books is what brought you closer together.

Mor, your crush of decades, was also one of your best friends. Unfortunately, the two females didn’t really see eye to eye. At times they competed for your attention and it was very tiring. But you split your time evenly with them.

What kept you back from Mor was Azriel. You weren’t scared of Azriel, you knew he had pining after Mor for years and didn’t want to step on his toes. You also didn’t want to assume Mor liked females as well as males.

Tonight is what pushed you, and Mor. When you, Nesta, and Mor were in the same room you could feel the tension. Nesta knew about your crush on Mor so she kept pushing you to make a move. Nesta would cuddle up to you whenever Mor was within eyesight. She would hug you from behind and kiss you leaving a loud smack on your cheek.

It always made you blush but you knew Nesta liked males. Although you wouldn’t mind getting in bed with her and Cassian. During these little moments you would see Mor get a little jealous. Which gave you a little hope.

You noticed Nesta and Cassian had been sneaking around, and you were happy for them, they were quite cute together. So you had been spending more time with Mor. It was nice, you forgot how much fun you had together.

You, Nesta, and Mor were the last ones left in the living room after a night of drinking. Swirling your wine around in your glass staring at it you held your breath. The silence was quite awkward.

Nesta spoke up first, “Well,” she dragged out in a teasing tone, “I’m going to bed. Y/n, goodnight darling.” When she gets off the couch she swishes her hips, walking over to you on the other couch. She plants a kiss on your head, winking at Mor.

Mor turns red from what you assume is anger. As Nesta leaves she swishes her hips some more, swinging herself on the door frame toward the stairs.

In an instant Mor is striding over to you and plops down next to you so your thighs are touching. You look at her giving her a shy smile, batting your lashes at her. Mor plays with the ends of your hair twirling it around her fingers. She gives you a smirk.

“Hi Mor.” “Hi y/n.” You bite your lip. You’re determined to tease her a little. The wine coursing through you was also egging you on. “Mor, can I tell you something?” Her smirk widened, “of course baby.” You felt your cheeks heat at the pet name. You liked it and wanted Mor to keep calling you baby.

You were just going to come right out and tell her. You wanted the tension to cool down between her and Nesta, and everything to be somewhat normal and happy. “I wanted to say, that I have feelings for you…and I like you a lot.”

Mor’s smirk widens into a grin. She inches closer to you and your breathing picks up, your heart skipping a beat. “Is this ok?” Mor whispers, her lips brushing yours. “Yeah.” She connects her lips with yours. The kiss starts slow and light, quickly turning deep and heated. She grips your jaw with both of her hands

Mor tasted sweet like the wine you had been drinking all night. Her lips pillow soft. You feel your core heating, your panties are soaked as you clench your thighs together. Mor pulls away, another suggestive smirk on her lips.

You look at each other with big, loving eyes, faces only inches away. “Stay with me tonight?” Mor whispers. “And let me take you out tomorrow?” You giggled, “Yes. Can we do breakfast?”

“Oh baby, I think we might be busy.” You giggle and press your lips to hers. Mor smiles into the kiss, winnowing you both up to her room.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[masonmiamor]

can u write one with mason where he is jealous over the reader’s best friend and when he goes to picks her up in university and sees her with this friend he gives her a silent treatment in the car. you decide the end

Oblivious - - Mason Mount x reader.

summary: request above.

idk why but i really liked this one??? lmk fr, i’ll take the feedback 🫶🏻🙏🏻 feel free to send requests and or concepts!

Mason’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He tilted his head side to side, his neck cracking in the process trying to relive the anger and jealousy that rises his body. His jaw clenched as he stared out through the windshield looking at your figure.

You were laughing hard at something this so-called best friend of yours said. Johnny. Mason didn’t like him at all, ever since he first met him. The smirks you wouldn’t see when he hugged you, or the side comments he made when you couldn’t listen. He despised him in general.

He would involve himself when it wasn’t needed. He judged Mason from the beginning, something unknown to you. He didn’t deserve you at all… it would be just an act at times. Johnny clearly liked you, but you never saw him as that. You knew his background and how he would treat some women.

Mason could never bring himself to tell you though. In his head, he thought he made you happy and content, something your old friends couldn’t do. It pained him to see you laugh, get along, even hug Johnny… After today, he would let you know how things stood.

He blinked fast, trying to not see red. The urge to go over and kiss you, just to rub it on his face that you were his, only his. He called you, looking up at your figure again. You smiled big which lifted his mood somehow. You step aside, holding your finger up, saying “give me a sec.”

“Hi Mase, almost here?” you asked innocently, looking down at a butterfly that was on the bench. “Just got here gorgeous, look up,” he replied leaning back into the seat, rubbing his chin with two fingers. You looked around the lot and saw his black g wagon. You waved bitting your lip. “On my way handsome,” you said, turning around preparing to say goodbye.

“Hurry up, there’s traffic everywhere,” you rolled your eyes at his tone but did what he said. You forgot to hang up, so did he. He saw you walk over to Johnny, waving goodbye, “Bye Johhny, Mason’s is here. I’ll see you tomorrow? For brunch?”

Johnny looked up annoyed and stared at Mason, he visibly saw Johnny’s annoyed face and smirked. “Yeah, make sure not to be late. I need you here,” he tapped your nose and you cringed… “Uh yeah… I'll see about that… need my sleep too you know… Bye goodnight…”

His actions caught you off guard and made you uncomfortable, you walked off before suddenly stopping when his hand wrapped around your wrist. He gripped it hard, causing you to wince, “No hug?” you shook your head, he knew damn well you didn’t hug people, only hugs from Mason. “Don’t be like that,” he complained. You looked him up and down at his behavior.

“It’s late, I want to go home and relax,”

You reasoned, even yawning. Mason is hearing everything, rolling his eyes when Johnny speaks. “With Mason right. Got it,” he sneered. Mason leaned back up, still staring at you. “What’s your problem? I already agreed to your plans for tomorrow. I want to have a nice evening with my boyfriend who’s been away,” you defended.

He looked at you in surprise ready to clap back but you scoffed and walked towards Mason’s car. He quickly hung up, not wanting for you to think he was listening. He got out and walked around to open the door for you. “Hi baby, you okay?” he asked after pecking your lips gently.

You sighed and nodded. “Hi my love, yes I'm fine. Just tired from today,” you shrugged looking up and seeing his brown eyes staring back at you. He knew you were off because of the small discussion with Johnny, but he felt happy knowing you spoke up.

“Tell me what's up? Maybe I can help?” he offered after leaving the parking lot and stood at a red light. His hand on your thigh, you looking down and seeing the veins pop out. “Johnny has been a pain in the ass the past couple of days,” you stated, annoyed. “If only you knew…” he thought…

“He said something just now that pushed me over. I feel like a hostage at times, like today we were getting coffee. I was in the middle of a conversation with Lisa when he suddenly pulled me away? Saying ‘Saved you there, didn’t i?’” he looked over with a displeased look. “Really?” he questioned, you simply nodded and exhaled.

“He asked me to go out for brunch tomorrow,” you leaned against the window rubbing your forehead as you felt a headache starting to appear. “Did you say yes?” Mason looked over, your silence telling the answer. “I couldn’t say no? He put me on the spot!” you murmured. He scoffed and remained quiet, his thoughts running across his mind. Mason removed his hand from your thigh now placed on the gear shift.

The action felt foreign, as you were used to his touch. You glanced up seeing his jaw clenched. You wanted to reach over and ask him what was wrong but you didn't, remaining quiet.

The air was tense and awkward as he pulled into his driveway, knowing how you were, you started rambling. “Anything in mind for dinner?”

He shook his head, “Anything is fine,” you frowned at his tone of voice, was he giving you the silent treatment? “Does pasta sound good?” you offered, he just gave you a hum. With one hand he unlocked and opened the door, the other carrying his training bags.

“I’ll be upstairs. Not really hungry, I want to shower as well,” before you had the chance to say something he ran upstairs. Leaving you alone and confused. Why was he acting like this? Had you done or said something to piss him off?

You thought back to the conversation in the car, the only subject was Johnny… Does he not like him? Is he upset because of that? Has Johnny done something? His comment was suspicious today… you pondered.

You quickly made a sandwich just how he liked bringing some chips and juice. You knocked on the door to his bedroom, opening it and seeing him laying shirtless with just boxers, his hair wet, as he scrolled through the TV. “I know you mentioned you weren’t hungry but you need to eat. You had a long flight, and I'm guessing peanuts didn’t fill you up,” you joked.

He didn’t say anything, scaring you a bit more. You placed the food on his lap, seeing him just stare down at it. “Mase, look at me…” when he finally did, his eyes fluttered as he let out a breath. “Did I do something?” you chirped, biting your lip anxiously.

“Do you want to go tomorrow? To brunch?” he asked sternly. “I’m not so sure, why?” you said quietly. He placed the food and drink on the table, now sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on either side. “Don’t go…” he let out, finally looking at you. Your brows fluttering in confusingly, “I don’t understand-”

“Don’t go with that douchebag. He’s not worth it,” he cut you off, sorta pleading you. “What do you mean?” you plunged, now thinking back anytime they 're together. “Exactly what I mean. You don’t see but I do.”

Your lips opened but nothing came out, “He always has something to say Y/n! I tried, believe me I tried to get along, like him, but he never bugged! Never gave from his part. I’m tired of him treating you like you were his, demanding things?” he pulled back with an angry look.

You looked down and began to fidget with your rings, “He always involves himself when it’s not needed… He constantly disrespects me when you’re not listening, saying things like ‘Don’t understand how she pulled you? You’re just another one in her books’” Mason now faces you. You tear up, feeling guilty now.

“I never said anything knowing of your past friendships but you have to know. He’s full of himself, manipulative, judgemental, and always seeking attention like a lost puppy. He never acknowledges how he is in the wrong and is uninterested in learning from his mistakes. He’s a fucking joke,” Mason said.

“If you want to go tomorrow go, but i’m done putting on a pretty face just to satisfy him and you,” he stated clearly.

After a few minutes in silence you looked back up at his raging eyes, seeing all the built up anger, disappointment, betrayal and sadness. “I’m sorry Mason, I'm sorry for not seeing it before! I can’t believe I made you feel that way, let him go along with his stupid actions. You didn’t deserve that,” you finally apologized.

“His words shouldn’t mean a single thing because they’re not true. I know you’re hurt, trust me I feel for you. If I wasn’t so blind I would’ve cut him off a while ago,” you said scooting over trying to show you mean it.

“You’re not just another one in the books, I hope you know that. I love you, only you,” saying the three words that were bound to come out sooner or later. You covered your mouth in shock he stared wide-eyed at you. You quickly stood up and brushed the tears away, “I’m sorry, I'll just go now…”

“Don’t. Don’t go, stay here with me, just don’t leave me…” he confessed, afraid you’ll leave him.

You blushed as you saw him stand up only with only his black Calvin Kleins, his abs in full show, and along with his things. His tattoos finally made you look away. “Just promise me you’ll talk to him, or take him out of your life. He said something of you being oblivious and easy. Sophia defended you that day…”

He tucked your hair back, the pad of his thumb wiping your tears. “Y/n I love you too baby. Ever since I saw you walk in with that red summer dress at that barbecue Kai hosted,” he finally said back. He didn’t waste time and leaned down to capture your lips with his in pure passion. His hands coming to your waist as yours tangled with his hair.

He sat back down at the edge of the bed, you now straddling him, continuing to kiss him. He pulled back, breathless, you bit your lip leaning against his forehead seeing all the freckles. “I love you so much Mason,” you saw him let out a smile big. He licked his lips, grabbing the side of your face.

“Impossible. I love you more.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

hi my love!! congratulations again for 350 💕 could i request a matt smut/fluff drabble — let’s say, the first time you go back to his apartment? and it’s also the first time you kiss 🫶🏻🥺🫠😫

Hi gorgeous! Apologies this took a lil time as I was on hols. I was loving working on it when I was travelling about 😁

Matt X female reader

E 18+

|| Rain ||

You both look toward the windows of the restaurant as you settle the bill. The fat wet thud of heavy raindrops and the rising scent of petrichor from the sudden downpour unmistakable to your own, nevermind Matt's senses. You chuckle beside him, "Hmm. Saturday night, not much chance of us getting a cab at this hour I guess."

Matt nods, "well, I don't mind the rain if you don't?"

You smile, taking his arm and leading him to the door. "I don't mind at all."

There was no point in rushing, it wasn't going to prevent you from getting any less drenched, so the two of you strolled leisurely along the nighttime streets of a wet Hell's Kitchen. When you finally stopped outside of Matt's apartment you closely resembled a couple of drowned rats.

"So I guess this is goodnight. I had such a wonderful time, Matt. Thank you."

He tunes in to the patter of the drops splashing on your bare skin, merging with others and trickling downwards in miniature rivers. "I did too, I do feel bad for making you walk me here though."

You rub your thumb over the knuckles of his hand you were still holding. "You didn't make me, Murdock, I wanted to."

The corner of his mouth pulls up in a charming smirk. "There's uh, something I kinda wanted to do too..."

"Oh? Do tell." You say raising your brows in interest as he removes his rain-spattered glasses and slips them into his pocket. You love that he would let you see his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Well, I was kinda hoping you might let me kiss you goodnight?"

"Well," you shrug, "maybe I kinda might have been hoping you'd ask..." You grin, and Matt slowly leans in, his hand reaching with uncanny sureness to the side of your face.

His fingertips glide over your jaw and he presses his lips to yours. They're soft, so very soft, and the rain eases the slide of your mouths as you eagerly kiss him back and he tastes good. Your hands walk up his shirt, settling around his neck and you hear and feel a quiet moan when you part your lips and let him in for your tongues to touch and dance together. His hands slip round your neck and waist and you can't help but melt in his hold. As clichéd as it sounds it feels like time stops. He's everything and nothing like you imagined, and when you finally break apart you're both breathless and giggly.

"You're a very nice kisser, Matthew Murdock."

"Me?" He exclaims in slight mock surprise, "no, I think that was all you."

As he trails his hand down your bare arm he can feel the goosebumps that you'd hardly even noticed before now.

"You're shivering cold! Why don't you come on up, you can get dried off and I'm sure I can find you some clothes to change into while you wait for the rain to ease?"

To be fair it was slightly ridiculous to wear the dress you had on and not have taken a jacket or umbrella with you with the threat of rain, but you were here with Matt and none of that seemed to matter now that he'd kissed you.

"Yeah, that would be really good."

When he led you inside his apartment, even though he'd warned you about it you weren't quite prepared for the onslaught of flickering coloured lights spilling through the large windows. Matt gestured in the direction of the billboard. "I know, I'm told it's a lot... but it means cheap rent for those who can stand it."

"It's actually strangely pretty, in a way."

"Well that's something I guess!" he smiles and heads around the kitchen counter to put the kettle on. You can't help your eyes being drawn to the way his damp shirt clings to his torso. He's fit, to say the very least.

"Just a sec..." He goes to open the sliding door into what you assume is his bedroom and you wait, watching the patterns of light dance across the room as you hear him rummaging in drawers.

"Uh, you can change in there, I've left a towel and some clothes for you on the bed, should fit you alright. I'll make us some tea."

"Thank you so much Matt, that would be amazing."

You walk into his bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind you, its not like he can see anything anyway, you think to yourself. You can't help run your hand over his bed, surprised by how soft it is. Guys always seemed to have better hair and bedlinen. It was so unfair.

You quickly towel your hair, kick off your flats and reach behind you for the zip of your dress only managing to pull it down a short way before it gets snagged on the fabric. "Damn."

Matt's voice calls from the kitchen, you're slightly surprised he could hear you. "You okay?"

"Kinda a little stuck, do you think you could help me out? My zip's got caught." You say, a little embarrassed.

He comes up behind you, "it's okay, just let me..." and gently and deftly unjams the zip.

Everything seems to change in that one small moment. His fingertips rest on your bare skin at the top of your spine. Your heart is pounding faster and he can hear it, he can feel your body warming at his lightest touch. You swallow, tilting your head to the side.

"You can...um..." You know you want this but you're unsure how to ask.

"Yeah? Would you like me to -" he asks, moving the zip down just a touch more. He seems to make this all so easy for you.

"Yeah," your voice a mere whisper, as you swallow hard. "keep going..."

Matt slowly lets it slide all the way down to your lower back, the back of his knuckles barely brushing down your spine making you shiver as the fabric gives way. His hands go to your shoulders and you find yourself nodding and letting the breath you'd been holding go as he pushes the wet dress from you and it slips down to puddle at your feet.

You turn to face him, "I guess you should get out of those wet clothes too, huh?" you half-joke, but he's nodding and your fingers nervously reach for the top of his damp shirt and you start working your way down his chest, undoing each button carefully, worried that you'll fumble because whatever is happening between you now is almost definitely happening. He helps you, his hands smoothing over your own and when he shrugs the shirt to the floor you have to stop your mouth from dropping open.

There are so many scars and marks, and you unconsciously reach out to touch the ragged whitened skin of one and then catch yourself, but he somehow senses your movement, takes your hand and places it right on his chest.

"It's okay. Most of them are old."

"Oh, Matt..." you gasp softly as you trace the line of a particularly thick and painful looking one just below his collarbone. You don't ask how they came to be, sure that he'd tell you in his own time if he wanted to. His chest rises and falls beneath your hands as they make their way down and you're momentarily caught in a trance just looking. He tips your chin up with his fingers, lips easily finding yours again but now there's something else in the way he kisses you that's different from before. There's a burning beneath it, a flicker of a flame, a passion that's quickly metamorphosing into heady desperation from waiting for this very moment. You can feel it buzzing between you as he backs you up till your legs hit the bed.

You reach behind you unhooking your bra and let it fall off your arms to the floor and he embraces you fully, your body pressing up against his. He's so warm and solid as you run your hands down his bare back and over his jeans to steal a squeeze of the ass you've only respectfully admired from afar until now. He grins into your kiss and repeats the gesture on you, his strong hands sliding effortlessly over the slinky fabric of your underwear. You can't help the needy sound you make as you feel his undeniable arousal pressing between your legs and against your belly for the first time. You're already slick from just kissing but as your hands follow his waistband around to unfasten his belt buckle and fly, his sharp inhale when you brush over his cock has you soaking.

He swiftly kicks off the pants, leaving him in black silk boxers and you climb onto the bed, taking his wrist and leading him over you as you lay back, encouraging him to explore and touch. He might be taking his time with you but he's in no way shy. His lips follow his hands as he works his way from your mouth, down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing there before continuing on to nibble along your collarbone and over your breasts paying attention to each. Every little stop he makes along the way draws reactions and sounds from you he just can't get enough of. You groan as he sucks softly into the swell of your breast, then licking over the light mark he leaves there as a teasing apology. But oh, he's in a hurry now, heading further south, kissing over your soft stomach, his hands framing your waist and hips as he tries to be good, tries to hold himself back and not just bury his face between your legs instantly like he would if the Devil got out. His fingers pluck at your underwear in question and you can't help the way your heart drums and your hips lift off the bed in answer.

"Sweetheart, would you let me -"

He doesn't have a chance to finish the sentence before your hands cover his and push the offending barrier of fabric down your legs.

"Yes, yes," you manage to breathe out, still not quite able to process what's happening as he's already kissing his way up your calf, gently guiding your legs apart so he can reach your inner thigh and tease with his soft lips all the way up.

His arms circle under your thighs and you shake with anticipation as his breath fans over your bare pussy.

"God, you taste so amazing..." He moans and yours join in as his tongue flattens over your slick folds, lapping hungrily before he fastens his mouth right over your clit. You're a little consciousness of how wet and slick you are but it certainly doesn't bother Matt because you feel his fingers joining his mouth, sliding through it all, dipping into your entrance as he listens to your gasp and the way your hips tilt up telling him everything he needs to know. He pushes two fingers slow and deep inside you as he sucks and licks up your arousal, twisting and flicking his tongue in such a way it's like he's always known your body and your desires. He groans as he works you, a low rumbling vibration right through you as he crooks his fingers, pressing against the spot that has you arching your back and almost crying with how fucking good it feels.

"Matt, oh god... fuck!" you moan, and you swear you can feel him grinning against your cunt, he doesn't stop though, the tension inside you is ratcheting up through the roof and you can barely hold on. He knows, of course he knows, and presses a little harder, thrusting his fingers a little faster but that exquisite rhythm doesn't change. Your fingers grab at the sheets and he guides one of your hands to his head, encouraging you to grip his still damp hair and buck against his mouth. It sets you feral, pushes you over the edge.

"Matt, oh, ohh- I'm gonna c..."

Your thighs clamp tight around his ears and your pussy squeezes around his fingers, head back and unabashed moans filling the room and his head. He's as hard as stone, rutting his cock against the bed, he loves everything you're giving to him, craving more already as he surrounds himself in your thumping pulse, impassioned cries, and the sweet taste of you as you come for him. And still he doesn't stop, only slowing down as you shudder through the drawn out aftershocks of your orgasm.

As you release him from your hold he lifts his head only to ask, "can I give you more?", his tongue snaking out again to drag slowly over your sensitive clit and you can only sob out a desperate yes in response pulling at his shoulders to move up your body.

He gently slips his fingers out of you, licking off your juices, kissing you between the legs leaving you somewhere between sated and still wanting. He's moving up and up, mouthing your breasts, teeth grazing your peaked nipple, his body hot and caging over you as he keeps going, kisses up the side of your neck and along your jaw until you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. And as you kiss you slip your hand down his taut abs and stomach and the front of his boxers, purring with satisfaction as you close it around his cock making him hiss.

"Take them off," it's almost a demand, your fingers running up and down his length over his shorts a few times before dipping underneath the elastic of the waistband. He loses them quickly, and you get a mouthwatering look at him naked. You push yourself up and he goes where you lead him, switching places so he's leaning up against the pillows and you climb onto his lap. Matt breathes you in, indulging in the softness of your skin against his as it's your turn to press your lips to his pulse and grin as he moans when you softly nip there. You grind against his hardness, your slick coating his cock as you tease, but you can't kid yourself, can't hold off any longer, you need to feel him now. Before you can even ask if he has a condom he's reaching over into a drawer in the bedside cabinet, ripping one open and rolling it on as fast as he can.

You lift yourself up on your knees, pressing your forehead to his as you breathe shallowly, taking him in your hand and lining up. You sink down in one delicious movement. Any momentary discomfort from the resistance of the size of him quickly fades, and you assure him of the burst of pleasure you feel as he fills you with your gratified moan. You start to rock your hips against his as he's seated thick and full within you, closing your eyes as his fingers slide around to hold and guide you as you move.

"Angel, oh you feel so good..."

He slides one hand up your back supporting you and you lean back letting him dive forward to kiss your chest and neck. Feeling his teeth graze at your skin again you whine and clench down on him, eager to have him mark you up, the pain and pleasure connecting like an electrical circuit right in the very centre of you as he bites and sucks the side of your neck.

He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and gasp, unprepared for the sensation as you lift your hips up until only the tip of him remains inside, and then start bouncing on his cock. The sensation of the thick head of him pushing you open every time you sit back down has you whimpering with desperation. You don't know how it could possibly feel any better better until he grabs your ass cheeks in both hands and moves you himself. He's so strong, lifting you up and down and fucking you so deep and so good you think you might be able to get off like this alone. Matt evidently has other ideas though, slowing and lifting you off to turn you facing away from him before he's covering you with his body, pressing his chest close to your back, his wet cock sliding between your thighs.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

You push your ass back against his hips, making him groan as you rub against him.

"Yeah, just please, don't stop!"

He draws back, angling his hips and pushing back inside your slick walls and pressing a delicious moan from your throat. "God, Matt... so good..."

You cry out as he trails one hand around your hip to circle slippery fingers over your clit, and the other slips up your body to hold lightly around your neck and it's utter heaven. The drag of him inside you, the building thrum of pleasure between your legs at his instinctual touch and the tiniest hint of pressure at your throat, you're so close.

"I can feel you sweetheart, let go for me."

You almost collapse as your body obeys his low whispered words, shuddering and jerking as your orgasm takes over flooding your senses and his with an intensity you're not expecting. Matt holds on to you tightly, muscles straining and his hips stuttering as he feels you come apart, panting hard as you flutter around him. He can taste you in the air, your arousal filling his head and he doesn't want for anything but to succumb completely to you. You turn to meet his mouth with yours with messy and desperately passionate kisses, pulsing inside you as he gives you everything he can.

You lay in his soft and warm bed together after a particularly tender time in the shower.

"I'm glad you didn't mind the rain." Matt remarks, a soft smile on his face as he showers kisses on your cheek and lips.

You chuckle, stroking your fingertips along the arm he's got wrapped around you. "Are you kidding? I'll brave every downpour if it ends up like this!"

"Alright, only dates in the rain, got it." He laughs and you snuggle into him even more. "Don't want you catching a cold though."

"Don't think that's ever going to be an issue if you're around, you're like a human radiator Matt!"

"I'll be around, don't you worry about that." And he doesn't miss the way your heart skips as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[trashbag-baby666]

Kiss Goodnight-Bradley Bradshaw.

Summary: My oneshot for the Love Is In The Air event 🫶🏻. Bradley couldn’t imagine his life any other way without you.

WC: 2,277.

C/W: Arguing and implied sex.

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Additional Notes: Link To Song Kiss Goodnight by IDKHow But They Found Me.

~No, I don't care

About anything at all

But I still stop and stare

Every time that you call~

Bradley literally couldn't believe he lived a life without you before he met you. Because as soon as he met you as you worked a far too long shift at the Hard Deck.

You assumed he probably would just be a misogynistic pig like most the other men who came in here.

Your long hair in a messy manor held up in a claw clip. As you bustled around the bar.

Bradley waited patiently for it to be settled down, he also needed to brave himself up a bit. You were utterly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

You smiled and were nice to the people who even gave you a bit of an attitude for being busy. Your denim jean shorts clung to your hips and your tie dye Hard Deck shirt tucked in.

"What can I get ya?" You walked over taking a deep breathe as you leaned against the bar.

"Whatever is on tap is fine," Bradley shrugged taking his wallet out of his pocket.

"Navy huh?" You handed him the glass full of the golden liquid.

"Oh, uh yeah. Naval Aviator." Bradley hummed as he saw you glance at his military ID.

"Nice, place gets filled with plenty of you guys." You sighed finally getting a break as it slowed down. You took the cash from Bradley putting it in the register drawer.

You and Bradley would talk the rest of the night. He was swooning for you hard, his cheeks bright red.

You agreed to go on a date by the time everyone had filed out for the night.

~ See, I know that girls like you

They don't come with guarantees

So if you've got to spend your time

Oh, won't you spend it with me?~

Bradley had found out you were literally the most wonderful person he'd ever met.

Always putting everyone before yourself, not always a good quality but you knew how to handle it.

You guys found spending time on the beach was both a favorite of yours when it came to dates.

You'd set up two lounge chairs for the both of you, big sunglasses perched on your nose, a sundress covering your red bikini Bradley loved so much.

You'd wait for him to come from work to your house on the beach. You'd be sitting on the lounger reading your book. He'd come out the back door in his board shorts and his open Hawaiian shirt. You'd turn and tilt your sunglasses down. Oh, and Bradley would swoon hard. He was falling head over heals he could feel himself tumbling down for you.

Anytime either of you had off of work you'd hang out on the beach, play the piano at the Hard Deck, drink together, you met his friends and would come play Dog Fight football with them.

There wasn't anyone in the entire world he'd rather spend his time with than you.

~I hope we kiss goodnight

It might just end my life

But if you think that it's right, right, right

I hope we kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

Next thing you knew it was Christmas in San Diego. You didn't have family in the area as you'd moved for fun and fell in love with the place.

Bradley invited you to Christmas with his Uncle who was continently married to Penny.

You were more than happy to go, someone to spend the holidays with. Sure, Penny was your boss but she was your first friend in the area as you got the job being the other bar tender at the Hard Deck the week after you moved.

You sat cuddled next to Bradley in Pennys living room as they shared gifts with each others.

"There's one left and it's for y/n." Mav handed the box to you.

"Thank you," you smiled and saw it was from Bradley, "You didn't have to get me anything!"

"You didn't have to get me anything either and you did." Bradley nudged you, "Now open it."

You unwrapped the small box and opened it. Inside it contained a charm bracelet, there was a plane charm, a B charm then a heart then a charm with the first letter of your name on it.

"Oh my god Bradley." You looked at it, "This is beautiful!"

"You can add more to it!" Bradley smiled as you hugged him tight. You peppered his face and neck in kisses.

"Ew," Amelia giggled and threw a ball of wrapping paper at the two of you. You giggled and set the bracelet on the side table and returned the ball of paper.

"Oh this is on!" Amelia jumped up as all of you guys started throwing paper at each other.

Later that night you and Bradley had gone back to your house. He never really had you over as he was living in a bachelor pad that doubled as his gross military base housing. (IFYKYK).

You and Bradley had just been laying in your bed together.

Sending each other stupid tik toks. You let out a loud yawn and set your phone down.

"I'm going to bed Bradley." You snuggled further into the light grey comforter.

"Goodnight darlin'." Bradley kissed your forehead.

"No give me a real Kiss Goodnight!" You pouted.

Bradley giggled and met his lips with yours.

After a moment you pulled away, "Now Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight y/n." You felt so safe in his touch, suddenly you couldn't even imagine a life before Bradley.

~Should you invite me in

To spend the night on the floor?

Oh, please believe I'll be a gentleman

Or you can show me the door~

Things can't stay perfect forever, the arguments began. They were stupid, over petty things. How Bradley put things in the dish washer, how'd you never seemed to get your clothes in your laundry basket.

"Fine! Leave then if you don't like it like this! This is my house anyways!" You yelled at him throwing your hands up in the air.

Bradley just scoffed and grabbed his keys off the kitchen island. You sniffed as the tears fell the moment the door shut.

You were so in love with him and you didn't want to fight with him.

But these stupid things kept getting blown out of proportion for both of you.

It started raining as the sunset, April rain was some of your favorite. But it wasn't as enjoyable without Bradley here to enjoy it with.

Sometimes you'd hope for rain so Top Gun would ground the aviators and Bradley could stay with you.

You guys would open the back deck sliding door and shut the screen. You loved the sound of the rain hitting the back patio, the thunder rolling on the sea, you loved it all so much but you loved him more than anything.

You made yourself dinner and ate alone with some company of tik tok. After cleaning dinner up you sighed to yourself and poured yourself a glass of wine and walked to the living room sitting down. You flipped on the TV and opened Netflix. Then there was a loud bang of thunder and flash of lightning. It lit up everything as if it was the middle of the day. Then on cue the power went out.

You jumped as this all happened over mere seconds. The transformer box probably blew in your neighborhood and the power company would have to come in the morning.

You took a long sip from your wine glass and set it on the coffee table. You got up and began lighting candles. Not long was there a knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the door peeking through the window by the door.

Why was Bradley back.

"What?" You assert yourself as you opened the door.

"My power went out, I was wondering if yours did to." Bradley sighed looking down as it was obvious it had. His brown hair covered by a baseball hat.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"Can I uh. Can I sleep on your couch tonight? It's kind of a little of a drive back to base." Bradley began.

"Yeah, sure." You stepped out of the doorway dismissing yourself back to the living room. Bradley sat on the bench in the mud room and removed his dirtied converse and jacket.

He walked in sitting on the other end of the couch setting his hat on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just. I sometimes just need to vent about my issues instead of taking them out on you." Bradley sighed rubbing his face.

"No I'm sorry for being hard on you sometimes too." You sighed looking over at him.

"I always had a hard time expressing my emotions growing up. With y'know my dad dead and my mom having cancer it was just hard to struggle and stress." He explained.

"No it's okay, I just sometimes get a little too controlling and it's not okay." You got up and sat next to him taking his hand and rubbing it. You knew he had issues with not bottling up his emotions to keep other people happy. Then it resulting in having total blow outs.

You had your own issues, you'd had to take care of your younger siblings growing up. So the stress of everything needing to be clean and done a certain way got to you.

That night you two talked through your issues. You were happy he'd came back and you were able to talk more about everything.

~While all my friends and I

Leaf through the books on your shelves

No, I don't want to spend my life

With anyone else~

Your birthday was coming up, Bradley was at a loss of what to get you. He asked you a few times what you wanted, you insisted he didn't have to get you anything and just his presence was enough.

Bradley didn't buy that for a second he needed to get you something.

Bradley had more or less moved in with you at this point. You were at work and he brought over Hangman, Bob, and Phoenix to kind of help him figure something out.

Phoenix was close with you she knew you loved to read. She didn't know exactly what kind of books you liked but this was perfect.

Phoenix leaned against the white book cases in the living room and looked through them.

Lots of romance, lots of tragedy, lots of classics.

"Get her some books Bradshaw!" Phoenix called from the living room.

"Then you gotta help me," Bradley came from the kitchen.

So Bradley planned out your birthday perfectly as he could. Phoenix helped him pick out a new outfit for you.

Bradley made you coffee and breakfast in bed, suggested his date idea. You had some good morning birthday shower sex. Then he surprised you with said new outfit.

Bradley took you out for coffee and bought you new books at a cute little book store downtown.

You were so happy and excited. He was happy to treat you on what he considered the most important day of the year.

~Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

But I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

Why don't we kiss goodnight?~

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Now we can kiss goodnight~

Then it finally came, you and Bradley's many late nights together on the beach watching the sun go down. Bradley felt the little box in his pocket and knew it was almost time.

As both of you stumbled down the beach happy and giddy over just getting to exist together.

You paused for a moment and just looked out as the sun was setting. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I don't know how I got lucky," Bradley smiled, "Must've pleased the right gods."

"I'm happy that you were brought to me." You giggled. Bradley knew it was time he reached for the box and got on one knee.

"Y/N Y/L/N...I don't know how we got so lucky to exist in this huge universe at the same time. But I'm so glad we did. I'm so glad I went to the bar that night and had enough courage to ask you out. I couldn't even imagine anyone else that could be as perfect as you are. So will you please, please, please...marry me." Bradley held the box open with one hand your hand in his others.

"Yes," was the only thing you could manage to get out through happy tears. Bradley stood up and picked you up spinning you around. He set you down putting the ring on your finger.

"I love you," Bradley kissed the top of your head.

You guys didn't wait long to get married. Just doing something short and sweet for just your guy's family. It couldn't be more perfect for either of you, it was everything you could ever ask for.

Every night Bradley would kiss you Goodnight and you couldn't imagine it being anyone else. You couldn't imagine living your life anyway else.

Life without Bradley seemed unrealistic and a life not worth living.

He felt the same for you.

~I don't want to spend my life, life

Without your kiss goodnight

Yeah, for the rest of my life, life, life

I need your kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

[buckyalpine]

Hi :> its my birthday today (oct5) and no one really wished me a happy birthday besides my family :<. So may I please request a Bucky x fem!chubby reader romantically and avengers x fem!chubby reader platonically where they surprised her on her birthday and she didn’t expect it because she thought that they don’t care. She cried a little and she received a lot of different gifts. And bucky’s gift was very special and she cried (you can choose what special gift is that😉) and in the end the party ended and both reader and bucky went to their shared room and cuddled for a bit before saying goodnight’s and i love you’s. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!🫶🏻

Hi my lovely!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY I hope you had an amazing day, sending you lots of love and birthday hugs!!! <3

11:59 PM

You stared at the time on the clock, sighing to yourself. It was almost 12 and you knew you should have just gone to sleep, it was unlikely any messages would be pouring in anyway. You had a sliver of hope for one person. He wouldn't forget. He would definitely wish you.

12:00 AM

Nothing.

You could feel tears sting your eyes, no one remembered, not even him. What hurt the most was you always remembered all of theirs. You pulled the sheets over yourself, your pillow getting more wet by the second. What a fantastic start to your day.

*****

"Y/n!"

You could hear Steve calling for you, his voice slightly muffled standing outside your door. You trudged out of bed, to find Steve standing with Sam, both of them grinning down at you while you were still in your "I <3 White Wolf" T-shirt.

"You think you could take Sam to do some shopping? He needs some help"

It wasn't the strangest request, the team came to you for help all the time. You couldn't help the feeling of your heart dropping when neither wished you a happy birthday but you figured there wasn't much you could do. You nodded, giving them a weak smile before closing your door to change.

"She looked so sad, maybe we should just tell her"

"Yeah, and ruin 6 months of work?"

"Fine"

*****

"It's for my...friend. She's got a bangin' body like yours, now go try the dress on so I know if it'd fot her or not" You'd spend the entire day shopping with Sam, though he seemed to be more interested in playing dress up with you more than anything. Every time you tried something on, he'd inspect you up and down. This time, his eyes lit up. It was a floor length gown that hugged your curves perfectly. The satin material hugged your body, with a high slit that showed off your thighs. You looked amazing.

"Mhm, yup, how about you go...feed...the ducks?"

"What"

"The one's outside of the mall and I'll join you after, leave the dress in the changeroom"

You felt like you were in a fever dream, but you were really just trying to get through the day. You waited outside for Sam to join you, it appeared he bought the latest dress he made you put on.

You both reached the compound which was empty. At first you were sad, but now you were just mad because of all people to not wish you, not even see you was your boyfriend. What the hell was he doing?

"Sam, where's Bucky?"

"With...Steve?"

"Where's Steve?"

"With Tony..."

"For fucks sake" You whispered to yourself. "Where's Tony and don't say with Nat"

"With Clint"

You stared at him while he had a shit eating grin on his face, dragging you to your floor. You confusedly followed Sam,

"Try it on one more time!"

"But-

"Just do it and show me!"

You put the dress on, admiring yourself in the mirror for a moment before stepping back out into the hall, to find it empty.

"Sam?"

No response.

"Y/n!"

You made your way to the pitch dark living room, confused over where everyone had gone-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N"

You slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your scream, the room lighting up with the entire team waiting for you, a comically large pile of presents in the center. Well almost everyone was there...you still hadn't seen...

"You know, there's another present waiting for you outside"

You made your way outside to find the garden strung with fairy lights, candles lighting the pathway to the compound lake. Bucky was waiting for you, nervously shifting on his feet while you ran to him,

"Happy Birthday angel" He whispered, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you close to him. He cupped your face, planting kisses all over you, his heart beating out of his chest because this had to be perfect. Before you could say anything he took your hand, getting down on one knee.

"Y/n" He kissed your hand soothingly while your lip quivered, tears already spilling down your cheeks. "Baby, I knew I wanted to be with you forever from the day I met you. You're the most precious thing in my life. I'd give anything to be able to wake up beside you every single day, to be able to hold you every single night"

"I can't even put into words how much I adore you angel, you complete my heart in a way no one else does"

"My y/n, will you marry me?"

You could hardly get any words out, your lip shaking, furiously nodding before letting out a choked sob.

"Y-yes!"

He took a ring from a little black box, slipping it onto your finger before sweeping you into his arms, his lips smashing onto yours. His arms cradled you close to him, he loved holding onto your soft curves, hi hands stroking the bare skin on your back.

You could hear the cheers from the team who joined you outside, but all you could focus on was the man in front of you, your sweet Bucky. His lips didn't leave your skin, kissing every inch he could, you were his home. His everything.

"I love you sweet girl"

[andraxwz]

Hiii it’s me 😭 so I have a request for Ian Gallagher bc I don’t see much story about him. So fem!reader have a nightmare and Ian woke up bc he noticed that something is wrong, and when reader is waking up she find him on top of her trying to calm her…Idk if you know what I mean 😭

Thank uuuu 🫶🏻

NIGHT-TIME CUDDLING

warnings:abuse father,curse words,nightmares

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IT WAS 3 AM

and you were silently sleeping with ian,today your father’s been on your mind and of course you fell asleep with him in your mind.You couldn’t call the man that was your “biological dad” a father at all,he abused u throughout all of your childhood and of course sadly traumatised you

Ian noticed you were shifting and turning around a lot in your sleep,so he knew that you were most definitely having a nightmare

“dad..leave me alone..” you slowly mumble in your sleep

Ian looks at you sadly and gently lays on top of you

At first you didn’t notice him,but from all the soda that you drank throughout the day you had to pee urgently.You of course feel that in your sleep and it wakes you up,so you try to get up but notice a weight on your stomach/ chest

You think that it’s your cat but he’s not that heavy,so you decide to look down and you see Ian’s ginger hair

You slowly smile and start tapping his head slowly

“mhh..yeah?” The boy asks sleepily “what’s up..hmm?”he asks one more time while looking at you

“First of all” you chuckle “why are you on top of me?” you genuinely ask because you didn’t know

“you had a nightmare” He says while going on his part on the bed and stretches

“oh..i need to go to the bathroom quickly!” you say fast as you run towards the bathroom,he just chuckles and shakes his head

After you come to bed you see ian asleep so you kiss his forehead

“goodnight lover boy” you slowly whisper as you put the covers on yourself.

[senditcolton]

Birthday yay woo 🎉💜

Feeling that number 9 with Beau please? 🫶🏻

of course anon! i also did two insta edits (because this is what essentially this entire story is about) sorry if it seems a little rushed but i hope you love it regardless.

I hope saying goodnight doesn't mean saying goodbye.

“Hey, Anthony, can we talk about something?” you ask shortly after stepping into his apartment. You find Anthony sitting on the couch, phone in his hands and his eyes turned towards you, widened in confusion over your words.

“That’s a way to make an entrance,” he laughs, reverting back to using humor to mask his anxieties, something that you had become familiar with in the five months you two had been dating.

“Sorry. Hi,” you reply, shooting him a gentle smile.

It must have been the look in your eyes or the softness of your voice that made some of the fear behind his eyes at your previous words lessen. You kick off your shoes and hang your coat on the rack next to his doorway before making your way over to him on the couch, settling yourself down onto the cushion and curling up in his arms.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asks, his hand stroking your skin gently.

“I was just wondering if it’s time for us to, I don’t know, go public? Tell people about us?”

“What do you mean? People know about us.”

“If by ‘people’ you mean our friends and family?”

“Well, yeah. Who else is there?” Anthony asks and you have to slightly balk back in order to look at his face to see that he was completely serious.

“You’re kidding, right?” you ask, still not one hundred percent believing his aloofness. Anthony furrows his brows at you and you can’t stop the scoff that falls from your lips.

“Anthony, you’re a hockey player. The other people are the people who follow you, who know about you, the ones who recognize you in the street and at the bars.”

“Why do we need to tell them about us? Yeah, they’re a part of my life but I don’t know them, they don’t know me. They just care about my plays not about my life.”

“What about the girls that hit on you in the bars and blow up your DM’s?” you finally say, the true reason behind the start of this discussion coming to light. And Anthony realizes it.

“Is that what this is all about?” he asks and you can’t stop the sharp stab in your heart at his words, so causal that they may as well be cruel.

“What if it is what this about? What’s so wrong about me not wanting almost every girl to stop hitting on you?”

“Making us public or whatever isn’t going to stop them hitting on me,” Anthony explains.

“So, what? What are you saying? It doesn’t matter so why bother? Or are you ashamed of me? Or do you like to have other girls hit on you?”

Your questions fall out of your mouth rapid-fire, the insecurities and hurt from Anthony’s nonchalant responses fueling your more than anything else.

“Woah, woah,” Anthony says, registering your accusations. “What are you saying?”

“I’m just asking why you don’t want to go public.”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” he says, extending his words and that just makes you even more angry. It feels like he’s talking to you like you’re a child.

“Why not? If it doesn’t matter,” you shoot back, mimicking his tone and inflection, “then why not go public?”

“Why is it such a big deal to you?”

“It’s not!”

“Then why are you so against not doing it?”

“If it truly won’t change anything, then what’s the harm in doing it?!”

“Jesus Christ, I can’t,” he sighs, lifting himself off the sofa, his head in his hands.

“You can’t what, Anthony?” you say, leaping up from the sofa as well, the conversation derailed long ago and you weren’t sure how to get it back. Granted, you weren’t sure how something as innocuous as a single hypothetical social media post could’ve turned into the argument you currently found itself in.

“I can’t do this with you!” he replies, turning and you are shocked at the fierceness in his voice. You had your disagreements before but he had never raised his voice at you.

“You can’t do this with me?” you ask, the ghosts from your past relationships coming back to haunt you, memories about how you’ve heard similar words before and every time you have heard them, they always ended with you in heartbreak. And a long time ago, you refused to be on the receiving end of those words ever again.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself before silently pushing pass him, slipping on your shoes and coat.

Anthony doesn’t stop you. And when you push out of his apartment, back into the cold winter night, you realize that that hurt more than any other words he had thrown at you previously.

You manage to hold back the tears until you are back behind the secure doors of your own apartment. It is only then do you break down, replaying the entire conversation and wondering what went wrong.

That is all that replays in your head as you go through the motions of your nighttime routine; it’s all you think about under the flowing shower, when brushing your teeth, and when you finally snuggle under the covers. And the more you thought about it, the more you hated yourself for what you said to him.

The entire thing got blown out of proportion, that much was certain. And both of you were so stubborn sometimes that you forgot to listen to each other’s point of view. That’s exactly what happened here.

You wanted to go public. You wanted to stop girls from hitting on him every place he walked. Were you jealous? Maybe. Were you insecure? Possibly. But it wasn’t just that. You loved Anthony, you really did. And you wanted to show him to the world, to show the world how incredibly lucky you were to have someone as amazing as him.

Anthony wanted to keep your relationship private. You weren’t entirely sure why but then again you weren’t really listening. He mentioned that the important people in his life, his friends and family, knew about you and those were the only people that really mattered. And then when you mentioned the girls, he told you that wouldn’t change. He wasn’t being mean about it, wasn’t saying that he enjoyed flirting with other women. He was simply stating that going public wouldn’t permanently solve that problem.

And yet you accused him of the worst. Just because he saw things from a different angle.

You lift yourself from your mattress, kicking off your sheets in a haste when you realize how much of a jerk you were. You had to go. You had to apologize to him. You had to make sure that your hasty silent goodbye didn’t turn into a permanent goodbye.

You loved Anthony. And you wanted to be with him for as long as he would let you.

You don’t even change out of your pajamas, just slip on your boots and throw on your coat before grabbing your car keys off the counter. Unlocking your front door, you swing it open, ready to burst into the night when your eyes lift in just enough time to stop yourself from running headfirst into Anthony, who is already standing on your porch.

“Hi,” you breathe out, still startled by the appearance on Anthony in front of you.

“Hey,” he replies, his own bedtime uniform of a hoodie and sweats draped on his frame. The two of you stand there for a moment, obvious that you both want to say something to the other but neither of you willing to start. Until you both do.

“I’m sorry,” you both speed out, your voices overlapping each other. You let out a light laugh and are relived to see a smile grace Anthony’s face as well. You step back, opening up the threshold to him, a silent invitation which Anthony accepts, slipping into your house before you close the door.

You take of your coat and boots, reminiscent of what you did not a few hours earlier before settling down on your couch before gesturing Anthony to sit on the other side.

“Do you want to start or should I?” you ask, wanting to make sure that you listened to him and his desires.

“You can, if you want.”

“Okay,” you say, taking a deep breath before voicing your new organized thoughts. “I’m sorry about accusing you of not caring. About me, about other girls, about anything. I think I understand what you were saying about not going public; that there’s always going to be people that are going to ignore boundaries and as long and the important people in our lives know, why should anyone else. But I just want you to know that the main reason that I want to go public is because I love you. And I want to tell everyone how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

You finish your spiel, letting the silence fill the room, giving Anthony as much time as he needed to register and listen to your words before he speaks.

“I’m sorry for acting so casual and ignoring what you wanted. The reason why I want to keep us private is because I like it. I like that I can come home to you and not have to worry about what some random person on the internet said about you. I also like that you are safe from people who are mean and nasty. Every time I’ve gone public before, the relationship just turns into a circus and I didn’t want that to happen. Not when we feel so good where we are.”

There’s another pause as you both take in each other’s words and views. You juggle over your two opposing viewpoints in your mind, trying to find a solution and finally, one settles.

“How about a compromise?” you offer and Anthony looks at you curiously. “How about something like ‘private but not secret’? It’s this trend that’s been going around with celebrities but also people who like the idea where you do post about your significant other, to let people know that you are dating, but it isn’t like this big reveal or anything. That way, I get what I want, which is to show people that your mine, but you also get what you want, which is keeping our relationship as private as possible.”

“That might work,” Anthony replies, shooting you a soft smile that makes any lingering anxiety melt away. You and Anthony could work this out. That much you were certain of.

[bookinit02]

(Be warned, incredibly lengthy script reply ahead, copy-pasted directly from my notes app. It’s a lot of separate paragraphs so it will probably take up some space, apologies in advance)

SCRIPT SCRIPT SCRIPT SCRIPT OMG YES

Karen!!!! Yes Karen!!! AND HOLLYYYY OMG. I love this bit so much. Karen’s gonna find her kids!!! She’s gonna find out what’s going on!!! I love good mom Karen!!

OHHHH OH MY GOD THE CFROP CIRCLE WILL MADE THE CROP CIRCLE AKJDHKSJDHSJFBSND. IT CROSSED OVER FROM THE UPSIDE DOWN AND HE MADE IT AND THEY CAN ALL SEE IT HOLY SHIT

She’s good </3 oh Max </3

“Come here often?” Mike you DORK.

AWWW THE SWING :((( MIKE TRYING TO TELL WILL HE LIKES BOYS TOO :((( God that’s so sad and sweet and heartwarming. But YES WILL SAID IT!!!! YOU GO WILL!!!! And god. That HUG. I bet that’s gonna SLAP in Mike’s POV in the fic <3

OHHHHH NANCY TALKING ABOUT MIKE TO ROBIN :(((( OH MY HEART.

“I’m a lesbian. We know these things.” LMFAO ROBIN

Oh my god Will and Mike straight-up CUDDLING in the upside-down while Will sleeps. And it’s just like, normal. NO SHIT they’re gonna be different after this, goddamn.

“BABY”????? ARE YUOU???? FUCJING???????? MICHAEL. MICHAEL WHEELER

NOOO GOD VECNA. FUCK. HOLY SHIT THIS VISION GODDAMN

BABY????????????? GOD VECNA THAT’S FUCKING FOUL

HOLY SHIT??:?? THE FUCING???? MINDFLAYER?????? WHAT. WHAT? VECNA WEARING ZOMBIE WILL’S FACE AND SAYING ‘HOW ABOUT A KISS INSTEAD’ BEFORE FUCKING POSSESSING MIKE I’M. I.

Ha. Haha. H. Okay. I can uh. I can see why Suni said she hated you. Because what the fuck. What the fuck? I mean that was AMAZING but what the fuck. I can’t wait to scream at you even more when the fic chapters come out because WHAT. The FUCK.

Goodnight

(Sidenote added as I am re-reading my own commentary before sending this ask: I kind of can’t wait to see Will go fucking BALLISTIC at Vecna for pulling this shit with Mike. Like. Those newborn powers are gonna go CRAZY. Vecna you’re in for it buddy)

yayyy!! so excited to answer comments🥳

i’m so glad you liked karen’s scenes! i’ve had her s5 arc planned FOREVER (as in it was literally one of the first things i ever thought up for this fic, and the main reason i wanted to include a script to show other storylines!), so i’m super excited to finally dig into it!

the crop circle😎 that’s My spooky little eldritch creature! so proud of him🫶🏻

elmax🥺 my Babies.

dork!! & yes i am SOO excited to write this scene in fic format.

nancy & robin! and i’m glad u liked robin’s line bc i rlly couldn’t figure out if i wanted to leave that in or not. but yk what. i stand by it!

the CUDDLINGGGGG GOD I LOVE THEM😭 and the “baby” line was another that i was super undecided about leaving in, to the point where i had to consult suni and get a second opinion😭 but she was like yeah you Freak leave it in. so i did.

as for everything else: 😇

thank you so much for reading!!! i appreciate your comments so much💗