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visualbutterflysworld · 4 months

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Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

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minarinnn · 5 months

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so in love with your best friend yuji hcs, may i request a continuation of that? and also maybe a writing of their first time ahhh and what you think he’d be like when he’s jealous. i know this is a lot but just choose what you feel like writing!! looking forward to your future stuff <3

hiii, tysm!! i tried to write everything, sorry if i missed smth. i lowk wanted to write more ab this too but you gave me a great excuse to do it + some ideas so, thank youuu<3

content/trigger warning: college au, characters are aged up!!, f!reader, p in v, creampie, jealousy, virgin sex, fingering (f! receiving), slighttt size kink

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“FIRST DATE”

nobara is sick and tired of hearing yuuji talk about you and not act on his feelings. especially when she knows that you actually have feelings for the pink haired male. but she promised she wouldn't tell yuuji about your feelings and she also promised yuuji that she wouldn't tell you about his

it didn't bother her much until yuuji started talking about how this guy in your physics class has been awfully chummy with you

"he even asked if she wanted to grab a bite to eat with him, can you believe that?" yuuji grumbled. he had been talking about this for at least 15 minutes now. nobara rolled her eyes for 7th time that day. "itadori, she's a beautiful girl, she's gonna have people asking her out, especially if she doesn't have a boyfriend" she pointed out, making yuuji pout and grumble under his breath

nobara sighed, leaning her cheek against her palm "you could just confess and the whole problem would be over". yuuji's eyes widened, a slight hue of pink adorning his face. "i can't do that... she's.. she'll just reject me" he sighed

nobara's patience was starting to run thin. she'd been there for yuuji through countless conversations about his feelings for you, always playing devil's advocate and trying to nudge him in the right direction. but after months of hearing him complain and fret over the situation, she couldn't take it anymore

"itadori, i know you're scared, but believe me, it's better to just rip off the band-aid and confess your feelings" she said firmly, tired of being in the middle of the both of you "and if she doesn't reciprocate your feelings, then at least you'll have closure and you can move on"

yuuji looked at her warily. deep down he knew she was right, but the thought of confessing his feelings and being rejected was still nerve-wracking for him. he took a deep breath and nodded. "you're right, kugisaki. i need to do this" he said, determination written all across his face as he stood up, walking away from the table

yuuji stopped in his tracks, turning around with a nervous chuckle "i mean, i don't have to tell her right no-" "go itadori!" nobara yelled, making the boy flinch and continue walking

yuuji walked down the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of how he was going to confess his feelings to you. he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, but he pushed those feelings aside and focused on his task at hand

he saw you walking around the hallway, shooting you a quick nervous smile and walking towards you. you smiled, continuing to walk to him and meeting him halfway.

"hey yuu" you smiled. oh how he loved that smile and that nickname you called him that always made his heart flutter. "heyy... can we..." he paused, searching for the right words "can we go out sometime... as more than just friends?"

you furrow your brows and tilt your head, your adorable smile still plastered on your face "more than just friends?" you question. yuuji took a deep breath and took a step forward, his heart hammering in his chest. he couldn't believe he was about to do this, but he knew he had to.

his eyes were locked on yours as he summoned all his courage. his nerves were still getting the better of him, but he forced himself to keep going.

"there's something i've been meaning to tell you for a long time now," yuuji began, his voice hoarse. "i... i.." the words got caught in his throat, and he found himself struggling to continue. he took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves

"i'm in love with you" he said finally, his eyes never leaving yours "i think about you all the time, and every time i see you, it feels like my heart is about to explode. i know this might come as a shock to you, but i had to tell you how i feel. i just couldn't keep it to myself anymore"

as yuuji spoke, he felt as though a weight was lifting off his shoulders. he had said what he needed to say, and now it was up to you to decide how to respond. yuuji held his breath, waiting for your reaction

you smiled at yuuji, feeling a warm tingle in your chest. "then it's a date" you said, your voice filled with excitement. yuuji was dumbfounded for a second. blinking a few times to process it. that was not the words he was expecting

you put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze "you can text me the details later, yeah?". yuuji nodded, not being able to formulate words just yet. "i'll see you around" you say, giving him a light kiss on his cheek. yuuji could feel his brain short circuit and as you walked away all he could think about is how he was gonna tell kugisaki all bout what just happened

your date with yuuji was going great. you and yuuji had spent the afternoon exploring a beautiful art museum together. yuuji spent a lovely time admiring you. he claims you were the real art

after a few hours of admiring the artwork, yuuji suggested grabbing a bite to eat to prolong the date a little longer. you were more than happy to oblige, especially since the thought of spending more time with him made your heart flutter

as you and yuuji walked, he couldn't help but smile. he was having such a great time with you, it felt like nothing in the world could bring him down

as the two of you walked to the nearby restaurant, yuuji reached out to open the door for you, earning a warm smile in return. the restaurant was bustling with activity, but the noise faded into the background as you and yuuji sat down at your table

as you sat across from yuuji, he couldn't help but stare at you. the soft, warm light of the candles illuminated your face, making your eyes sparkle and your lips shine. yuuji felt like he was in a dream, and he couldn't believe that he finally had the chance to spend some time alone with you romantically

absolutely nothing could ruin this moment

but he spoke to soon. standing at your table was the guy that had been chummy with her in her physics class. why the hell was he the waiter??. yuuji's smile instantly dropped and he couldn't help but let out a sigh

"oh- what a wonderful surprise!" he spoke to you, completely ignoring yuuji "you look absolutely stunning". you chuckle nervously at his comment, immediately picking up on the tension that surrounded the table

the tension in the air was palpable as yuuji watched that guy continue to flirt with you. yuuji felt a pang of jealousy and couldn't help but scowl at the thought of that guy trying to steal you away from him (even though you weren't his). he tried to keep his cool, but it was clear that the waiter's presence was bothering him greatly

"would you like todays special?" the guy asked you. you hum, turning to look at yuuji before speaking "what're you gonna order, yuu?". his head perked up at the use of his nickname, making his heart flutter a bit. "uhh.. yeah i do" he spoke, glancing at the waiter who had finally acknowledged his presence "i just didn't want to interrupt his futile attempt at flirting"

you couldn't help but choke out a chuckle as the waiter visibly glared at yuuji. "u-um.. that's our orders then" you tried not to laugh. the guy left with an eye roll and yuuji followed his movements with a glare

after he's farther away you let out a low laugh and yuuji looks at you a bit confused. "were you jealous just now, yuu?" you say, your laughter dying out but a smile still lingering on your face. yuuji's face flushed in embarrassment. "w-what?? no" he lied, averting his gaze from you

"it's okay, yuu. i'm not surprised that you were jealous" you said with a chuckle "i mean, who wouldn't be? that guy was definitely flirting with me"

yuuji felt a sense of relief wash over him. he didn't want to come across as possessive or insecure, but it was hard not to feel a tinge of jealousy in that moment. "how humble" yuuji scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at you

the rest of the day went amazing and the guy had actually switched tables after yuuji humiliated him in front you. you were both scared of ruining the friendship but this date proved that you could both have something more and that it could actually last

yuuji walked you to your dorm. the walk filled with laughs and conversations about your times in high school were yuuji did stupid stuff all the time and you were there to scold him

standing at your front door, you looked for your keys in your purse. the keys jingled in your hand as you pulled them out. "i had a great time tonight" yuuji spoke from behind you, a warm and tender smile adorning his face. you turn to him a shy smile gracing your lips. "yuu... do you wanna... y'know.. spend the night?" you muttered, batting your eyelashes at him

his eyes widened and his brain ran wild with lewd thought. "s-sure" he spoke out, almost immediately. you chuckle lightly before opening the door and heading inside

you're straddled on top of yuuji, sloppily making out. his hands on your hips, rolling them forward, making you grind on his aching cock

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. you knew yuuji was big but you didn't know how big. he was massive, and he was definitely going to break you

yuuji broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both as you pant heavily. "you sure you wanna do this?" he asked, his breath heavy and his eyes clouded with lust. you nod eagerly, beginning to take your shirt off and revealing your lacy bra

yuuji can't help but ogle your breast. "shit" he muttered, feeling his dick throb at the sight of you. your hands go to your back as you un-clip your bra, revealing your magnificent tits. his hands hesitantly travel up your body, cupping a boob in his hand and squeezing it

he let out a shaky breath as you tugged on his shirt, immediately taking it off and your hands landing on his ripped chest. he couldn't help but whine at your touch. boy, was he sensitive. you stood up, pulling your bottoms down as he did the same

you couldn’t help but stare at his hard, veiny dick, it was so pretty but you just knew that you were gonna be wrecked after this. your hands subconsciously wrap around your stomach, trying to cover your exposed body in embarrassment. "do you umm... do you have any idea how to do this?" you asked, embarrassment noticiable in your tone

yuuji tried his hardest not to drool at the sight of your naked body, keeping his eyes respectfully on yours. "i've seen a few videos" he shrugged nervously. you sat on the bed next to him, feeling his gaze on your chest. "can i.. take the lead?" he asked hesitantly, his eyes desperately roaming yours for approval

you gave a small nod and he wasted no time getting on top of you, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to spread your legs apart. his calloused hands roamed your soft skin and every touch sent a shiver through your spine. “if you want me to stop just say the word and i will. no questions asked, kay?”

you nod again, not being able to formulate words in your current moment. he pushed a single finger in, your wetness smearing down to his knuckles. you squirm a bit. yuuji’s fingers were definitely way more longer and thicker than your own

yuuji pushed his finger in and out of you slowly, your walls gripping on his thick finger as he stared in awe. all he wanted to do was slam his dick into you and have you tighten around him

“think you can take another one?” he whispered, a second finger grazing your entrance. “mhm” you hummed, your hands on his broad shoulders, your nails digging small crescent moons on them

yuuji pushed a second finger in and you can feel your pussy being stretched, a stingy feeling soon turning into pleasure. his pace fastened and moans began to escape your plump lips. “f-fuck ahh” your moans were just heavenly for yuuji and he couldn’t get enough of them. his fingers began to do scissor motions inside your walls, stretching them even more

part of him enjoyed watching you squirm like that because of his fingers. it just made him imagine how you’d be when he sunk his cock into you. he pulled his finger out, aligning himself at your entrance. he hissed at the contact. his virgin cock ached to be sunked into your pretty virgin hole that he so desperately wanted to destroy (with love)

he took your hand in his, slowly sinking himself into your gummy walls. your arousal fresh around his dick, he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. he was so gonna brag to megumi about this later

you can feel yourself getting full, taking a quick glance where you and him were connected to see that his dick was only half way in. “shitt” you groan, your back arching slightly. “w-what’s wrong?” yuuji asks frantically, worry and concern very visible on his tone and face. “you’re just- aghh.. really big yuu” you explained

yuuji felt his ego soar into the sky at your words. he let out a breathy laugh, suddenly feeling bold, his nervousness seeming to slip away. “you can take it tho, right pretty?” he cooed. you clenched down on him, earning a whine as he continued to sink himself in deeper

“you’re- fuck, s’tight” he groaned, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips. he waited a few minutes for you to adjust, the pain turning into pleasure as you gave him the green light to move

he rocked his hips slowly. he was soft and gentle with his movements at first, being careful not to accidentally break you. that lasted about 40 seconds. your pussy began to tighten around him, making him want to hit deeper and harder into you

part of him wanted to fuck you silly while the other part of him wanted to go slow and kiss all over your body. so he combined them. he thrusted fast and deep into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. his lips worked their way through your body, kissing you all over

one hand intertwined with yours and the other holding your hips in place. you could feel yourself seeing stars. yuuji was filling you up so good. stretching and molding your pretty little hole to the shape of his big, veiny cock

his tip hitting your sweet spot every time without fail. your tits bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his thrust. you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as yuuji’s thrust became sloppier

“‘m s’close” you moan out. you can feel him groan against your neck that was probably littered with hickeys. “me too” he panted, his thrust faltering “can i cum inside?”. you clenched harder around him, nodding eagerly “yes- fuckk, yesss”

you felt the knot in your stomach break, your back arching as you scratched yuujis shoulder. with a few more thrust, yuuji dumped his seed into your velvety walls, successfully painting them white. he pulled out, watching your mixed cum trail out of your abused hole

it was such a lewd sight but oh boy did he enjoy it. this was surely a first date the two of you would remember for the rest of your lives

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Klaus x autistic!reader - only one to calm you

Heya, can i request an Elijah Mikaelson or klaus mikaelson x Autistic reader maybe where like the mystic falls gang are all arguing and fighting and it's all just loud and overwhelming for the reader, thank youuu - Anon💜

Standing in the park, you stood a few feet from everybody as they argued about what they were going to do.

“Uh… guys..” you mumbled.

They ignored you, and you tapped your hands against your elbow, looking around uncomfortably.

You didn’t even want to be at the meeting, but you were dragged along anyways and you didn’t want to be there anymore.

Except Bonnie was your ride back home and she was in the middle of arguing with Damon, and you tried to get her attention.

“Bonnie..” you whispered.

“We’re busy!” Damon yelled at you.

You stumbled back a few steps, and you began to slowly move back and forth, rocking in the balls of your feet.

You were trying to keep yourself calm, trying to focus on just one thing which you were finding next to impossible.

You couldn’t listen to them argue anymore, so you spun around and walked away, hoping you could just find your way back home or at least out of the park.

You couldn’t find your way towards exit of the park, and you sat down on a bench, burying your head in your hands, clutching at your hair.

A few seconds later you felt someone place their hands on yours.

“Don’t do that love, you’ll hurt yourself..”

Klaus carefully moved your hands, and he knelt down in front of you.

He held your hands in one of his, and with the other he gently placed it on the side of your face, and you looked at him.

Your eyes met his for a few seconds before you looked away.

“Would you like to go home?”

You nodded.

Klaus turned around, and you climbed on his back, resting your chin on his head, hand tapping against his chest as he walked.

He didn’t say anything, but he took you back to his car and knelt down so you could climb from his back and you get in the car.

Klaus stood by the door, looking at you.

“We’ll wait here.”

“No.. no I want to go…”

“Alright, if that’s what you want love, here.”

Klaus leant in and reached past you, handing you some headphones.

You put them on and he closed the door, getting into the drivers side.

The entire ride back he held your hand, and he took you into your apartment and sat you down again, sitting in front of you.

You held his hands, fingers tapping the back of his knuckles.

“What happened love?”

“I.. I don’t like shouting…”

“I know you don’t, who was shouting?”

“Everybody…”

Klaus nodded his head and he leant forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead he pulled back.

“Right, well you sit here, you just focus on calming down, I’ll deal with everything else.”

Klaus stood up and you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t go..”

Klaus sat down next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, running his fingers up and down your arm, and you messed with the hem of his shirt.

Klaus looked at you, and he kicked his feet up on the table, wrapping both arms around you.

He could feel you relax, and you seemed a lot calmer than you were outside.

That was just the affect he had on you, something about him and only him calmed you, maybe it was his voice, or the way he held you, but he was always able to calm you down.

When you got up, he watched as you walked across the room to a beanbag.

You sat down, picking up a few things and you set them back down again.

“I don’t see why you keep meeting up with them all, clearly they couldn’t care less about you or your needs.”

“I don’t know…”

He smiled, walking over he sat next to the beanbag, resting his head in your lap and he stared up at you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he grinned a little up at you.

“See, this is all you need.”

“I guess so.”

Klaus grinned, and he threw your phone across the room as it began to ring.

He didn’t care about any of them, and if it weren’t for the fact it would make you sad he’d probably have beaten them all months ago for treating you the way they did

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st7rnioioss · 16 days

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ rainy days

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing, kissing, swearing

a/n: hellooo. so so so sorry for not posting anything, i was on a school trip to rome for a week! brewed this up super quickly, sorry if you can tell it hurried lmao. I LOVE YOUUU ALL

་༘࿐˚⋆ it had been raining constantly the whole day. the gentle patter of rain on the windows created a cozy atmosphere, the dark clouds outside only adding to the feeling of a huge embrace.

most people would find this weather boring or sad, unable to open the windows, or go outside, almost isolating themselves from the outside and social world. opposite to you, you loved this type of weather. being able to allow yourself to snuggle up inside on either your couch or shared bed with matt, you were far from complaining about anything.

་༘࿐˚⋆ your past week had been frantic to say the least. on top of that it felt like it was never coming to a stop. taking extra shifts, having your amount of rude customers tripled, and your meetings seeming endless. there was nothing more you wanted than going home to your boyfriend and waste away the weekend in each other's arms.

you left the sliding doors to your workplace, running to your car to avoid getting too drenched in the hectic weather. you slouched down in the driver's seat, immediately closing the door before unbuttoning your blazer to throw it in the passenger seat beside you.

it took you a second before you turned on the car, checking to see if any mascara had been smudged, using the tiny mirror in the sun visor of your car. the drive home wasn’t too bad. your shift had ended late, so the traffic in boston was bearable, but of course not one hundred percent avoidable due to it being a Friday night.

when you arrived in your driveway you didn’t waste a second to grab your blazer and bag, running inside again to avoid the rain soaking you. the door swung open, closing behind you as you entered the hall.

“matt, I’m home! finally,” you yelled, taking off your heels, steadying yourself by grabbing onto the wall. in a matter of a few seconds, matt entered the hall with a blanket wrapped around him.

for a second you just stared at each other, your tired-looking face instantly lighting up into a toothy grin. matt had never looked this cozy or huggable. “hi. sorry, i feel asleep, i look like a mess.” matt mumbled, his voice a little deeper than normally, probably due to his current state.

you didn’t answer him because deep down you didn’t mind at all. he looked so adorable. taking a few steps forward you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug.

“god, i’ve missed you so much,” you whispered into his neck, not planning to let go of him anytime soon.

“what do you mean, i literally saw you this morning?” matt chuckled, fisting his blanket to wrap it around the both of you.

“yeah, but my week has never been this packed. i feel like i haven’t seen you for weeks,” you smile back, even though he couldn’t see it, closing your eyes as you immediately got comfortable from just his touch and presence.

slowly, matt made his way backwards into the living room, careful not to hit any interior, still having his arms and blanket around you.

“don’t worry one bit about it. at least we have the whole weekend to spend together, and then we’ll pray next week is a little different,” matt laughed at his emphasis on ‘pray’, gently removing his arms from around your shoulders to let you sit on the couch.

you collapsed on the couch, immediately throwing your head back in pure exhaustion.

“plus, it’s raining.” matt smiled excitedly, allowing himself to lay his head into your lap.

you couldn’t hold back your smile, his pure excitement from rain making you blush.

“oh god, i love you so much, matt. but don’t get too comfortable, i need to get out of this skirt.” you giggled, holding onto matt’s jaw as he got up with a fake pout, eliciting a laugh from the both of you.

“and- and then chris said i was pining for you, telling me to stop bitching and whining. so then i went home again and fell asleep. and with god’s grace, you walked into the hall,” matt continued to talk about his day, sitting next to you on the couch.

the rain was still pouring outside. occasionally there would be a thunder or lightning strike, but it only added to the atmosphere. not that weather like this was enjoyable, but both you and matt found it extremely comforting.

“seriously? what the fuck, you went to chris’s place to talk about me?” you laughed, taking another sip of your cup of tea.

you were wearing matt’s pajamas since he refused to let you use your own, a huge, heavy blanket resting around you as you and matt continued on with your conversation.

matt just nodded, taking another sip from his cup to hide his reddening face. there was silence for a bit, but it was comfortable.

it didn’t last too long, because in the matter of a second, matt was sprawled out on top of you, making you laugh loudly, attempting to push him off of you but still being gentle with your pushing and kicking.

the night ended cuddled up in your shared bed, the curtains shut but the moonlight shining palely through it. one of your hands were under the covers, holding matt’s, the other resting on his cheek. the storm outside seemed to be endless since you could still hear the comforting patter on the windows.

“i love the rain,” you randomly whisper, brushing a few strands of hair out of matt’s eyes with a smile. he smiled back, pecking your forehead with adoration.

“me too. it’s definitely my favorite type of weather, no doubt.” matt whispered back, still playing with your hair.

you nod, shuffling a bit around to get comfortable under the thick covers, but luckily you weren’t too hot or too cold. matt made sure to hold tightly onto your hand, holding you as if you were gonna slip out of his grip.

“but, i love my boyfriend even more,” you said in a sing-song voice, giggling at his face, attempting to look very confused.

“ohh. i wonder who that could be. i haven’t seen you around with a lot of guys recently?” he tried to hold back a laugh, tapping his chin as if he was deeply philosophizing.

you let out a laugh, making matt drop his act to join in on your laughter. he pulled you even closer, if possible, letting you rest your head into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head.

safe to say, you fell asleep comfortably. nothing but silence, except matt and your’s silent snoring and of course, the rain. it was days like this that made up to your week if it had been tough. tea, rain, blankets, boyfriend, movies, cuddles and kisses.

a/n: ughh when is it fall again? i need itttttt

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smoothies-are-cool · 3 months

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bad idea

jealous!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and reader have serious tension until they give in at a party.

warnings: pet names (baby, mama, ma), kissing, swearing, mention of y/n.

a/n: first fic so i hope its gooddd. i wrote this while listening to bad idea by dove cameron so that’s what this is inspired by :))

i met chris sturniolo when i was 16. he and his brothers came into my job and continued to come in everyday until one of them, nick, asked for my number and said he wanted to be friends. ever since then i’ve been super close with all of them.

chris had always been flirty with me and was known as a jealous guy, so when another guy got anywhere near me chris would be pissed. he would always joke about us dating or something and everytime i would tell him that we’re just friends.

8:43 pm - sturniolo residence

i was in nick’s bathroom, sitting on his counter so i could be closer to the mirror. i was touching up the last bits of my makeup for the party the triplets were invited to. they were each allowed one plus one but nick was the only triplet that actually wanted to bring someone. nick told me to hurry up and then left the room to put his shoes on.

getting off the counter i stepped into my dress, struggling to zip it all the way up. luckily for me, chris walked into the bathroom.

“hey you ready?” he asked, leaning against the doorway. he had a slight smirk on his face as he watched me struggle with my dress.

“almost but i can’t get this stupid fucking zipper. can you help me?” i huff, turning around and motioning to the zipper. he walks over to me, moving my hair out of the way, his fingers grazing the back of my neck as he did so.

he grabs the fabric just below the zipper, tugging it down slightly so it’s easier to zip the dress.

“there.” he smiles, moving my hair back to it’s place. the dress was a short, pink dress that hugged my curves perfectly. the heels i wore were short silver stilettos.

“thank you!” i walk past him, grabbing my heels and rushing downstairs. “okay okay i’m ready sorry!” i quickly apologize, all of us walking out the door.

9:15 pm - the middle of nowhere in the car

chris 🤍:

you look good ma

y/n <3:

thank you chris

chris 🤍:

i’m serious.

you look so fucking good

y/n <3:

i know

thank youuu

9:30 pm - the party

when we walk into the house the first thing i smell is weed and alcohol. my stomach churns at the smell. i sigh, already wanted to go home.

“what do we do now?” i ask as all of us stand awkwardly. almost on cue, one of chris’ friends walks up to us.

“YO STURNIOLOOO!” the kid yells, dapping up chris. i groan, immediately smelling the huge cloud of weed that followed him.

“oh my god i love this song!” nick beamed, pulling me towards the crowd of kids dancing. i smile hearing the song, dueces by chris brown playing.

“nick i’m in heels!” i laugh, practically tripping over my own feet. we made it to the dance floor in one piece and nick immediately started dancing. i stood there for a minute before i slowly started moving to the beat of the song. my hips swayed to the beat as one of my hands went in the hair.

“always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up.” i sing lightly, moving my hips as i slowly dropped closer to the floor. i felt eyes on me but ignored them as me and nick started dancing together.

10:58 pm - the party

me and nick had been dancing for at least an hour and i was so focused on dancing with my best friend that i didn’t even notice the guy come up behind me. when i felt someone grab my arm i quickly turned around.

“hey, i’m cameron.” he greeted, a smile on his face.

“y/n.” i say and he sticks his hand out for me to shake. i hesitate for a second. glancing around my surroundings i spot chris, who’s already looking at me. fuck he looks good. i shake off those thoughts and shake cameron’s hand.

“wanna dance?” i ask. he smiles and nods. we walk further into the dance floor, out of chris’ view. it’s for the sake of cameron because chris would be pissed.

11:03 pm - party still

me and cameron danced to one song before he was pulled away from me.

“hey baby.”

i look up to see chris. he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“who’s this?” chris asked, looking at cameron. chris’s jaw was clenched, he was very obviously pissed off.

“cameron.” cameron tells him.

“cool, so why were you dancing with my girlfriend?” my eyes go wide.

“uh sorry man she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.” cameron apologizes, walking away. i throw chris’s arm off me.

“what the fuck chris?!” i yell, making sure he can hear me over the music. he grabs my wrist and pulls me away from everyone. he walks us upstairs, finding an empty bathroom.

“chris what?” i question, watching as chris locks the bathroom door.

“why were you dancing with him?” he asks, dead serious. i almost laugh.

“because i wanted to have fun? why do you always do this?” i sigh, throwing my hands in the air in anger.

“you know why!” he shouts, my brows furrow together.

“no i don’t chris! you pull this shit every time, i genuinely don’t get it. do you just not want me to happy or something?” i snap, raising my voice even louder than his. one thing i’ve learned in life is that if someone is yelling at you just yell louder than them.

“i just don’t want you with anyone else!” he blurts out, immediately regretting it after saying it.

“shit.” he mutters, going to unlock the bathroom door. i quickly stop him, pushing the door closed.

“no no what do you mean?” i ask, looking up at him. he sighs.

“come on i’d like to think you’re not that stupid.” he moves closer to me, his hand resting on my forearm.

“no.” i shake my head, not wanting to believe it. he’s my best friend’s brother. how would they react? millions of thoughts run through my head. he nods his head and that was all i needed to confirm my suspicions.

“you really didn’t see it? me constantly flirting, calling you names and bringing up us dating. it was right there.” he explains, waiting for my response.

i look up at chris, my eyes meeting his. my breath hitches and my breath quickens.

“chris?” i whisper, inching closer to his face.

“yeah?” he softly says, his hands slowly moving up my arms. i shake my head, placing my hands on his cheeks and pushing my lips against his.

i pull away with a sigh.

“we shouldn’t be doing this chris.” i tell him, moving my hands down to his shoulders. we should be doing this, but yet i still wanted too.

“i know.” he whispers, slowly backing away from me. my eyes soften, realizing he thought i didn’t wanna do this.

i quickly grab his face, connecting our lips once again.

goosebumps ran down my body as chris’ hands went to my hips, lightly pushing my against the wall.

his hands dig into my hips causing me to let out a soft whimper. he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. our tongues fought for dominance. his hands started roaming my body

“you’re so beautiful mama.” chris tells me, pulling away from the kiss and resting his forehead on my own.

i smile, pressing my lips to his again only to be cut off by a pounding on the door. i let out a gasp, jumping.

“y/n are you in there?”

“yeah!” i shout.

“have you seen chris? i can’t find him!” nick screams over the loud music. my eyes go wide.

“no i haven’t seen him.” i lie, looking up at chris who was struggling to get his laughter in.

“can you help me look? matt’s ready to leave.” nick tells me.

“yeah i’ll be out in a minute.” i yell to which i receive an ‘okay’ before he walked away.

me and chris looked up at each other and we bursted out laughing.

“i love you chris.” i tell him, hugging him too.

“i love you more baby.” he hugs me back, his arms going around my torso.

a/n: okay so first fic was written. i hate this icl and it took me like an hour even though it sucked but i kept listening to mesmerize by ja rule and ashanti so i powered through. i hope you like it atleast a little bit <33

@worldlxvlys 🤍

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fandom #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #Spotify

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unnoticed-poison · 2 months

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

Let me just start by saying that I do not apologize for what's gonna happen in this chapter ☺️

Well not really a chapter since it's just the scene that I left out from the last chapter, tests are starting soon so I couldn't add more.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

"-And that's how the whole overpopulation issue would be fixed! And your people won't need to do the extermination anymore!" Charles said, pointing to the final paper, which had various angels and demons holding hands with happy smiles.

......

"Is this a joke?"

Charles blinked, taken aback by the response. "What?"

"I said, is this a joke?" You asked again, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "Are you serious?"

He stammered, unsure of what to say.

"I'm completely serious!"

.....

You couldn't believe what you just heard.

"Everyone? Just mere mistakes?" You narrowed your eyes at his words. "You're saying that 𝘢𝘭𝘭 sinners deserve a second chance?"

He nodded. "Yes!"

Oh my god.

Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose, your patience running thin the more you heard this idiot talk about this nonsense. "Ok, let's see if I can get this through your thick head."

Not that you were sure it would make any difference with this guy.

"Huh..?"

"Let's say that your idea can in fact work and you redeem a soul, let's also consider that this particular soul was a rapist, a cannibal or a serial killer for example, What would we say to their victims when they see them up there in heaven with them with the crimes they committed? 'Oh they got redeemed so it's all good now! It'll be best for you to forgive and forget!'. " You sneered, like that would ever happen. " yeah right, fuck off."

"I- no! I mean-"

He had nothing to say to that.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help your people but let's be honest, if humans can do whatever they want then just get redeemed here to end up in heaven it wouldn't be fair to the souls who have been good in life, now would it?"

Well...

With a shake of your head, you walked past him.

This was a waste of time.

"You can try again next meeting but let me tell you now, your idea is never going to be accepted or work for that matter, now if you'll excuse me."

....

No...

He glanced up back and forth at the drone then at you, panic settling in.

No..NO!!

If he let you go now who knows when he'll have another chance at this!

"WAIT!!" He yelled out, his hands outstretched as he rushed ahead to stop you.

But of course, due to his luck, he tripped over his own feet.

Shit!

As he desperately tried to steady himself, he grabbed onto your dress, his eyes widened as the fabric started to rip rapidly.

Fuck!

You cried out in surprise as he collided with you, the impact was sudden and startling, causing you to stumble forward, your body making a loud thumb as it meet the ground, the man following suit, his face landing directly on top of your ass.

.........

Everything went silent.

"Well, that was unexpected."

Was the only thing Vox was able to say.

Oh, this was 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Someone fucked up BIG time

The lucky mf got to feel the cake on their first meeting.

Btwwww~!

One of my friends made this Fanart of my mc for this!! And even drew her as mermaid!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE!! I LOVE YOUUU😭😭💖💖💖

This fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev

Anyhow hope you enjoyed the chapter, have a nice day! ❣️

#yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel

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ykiwrite · 1 year

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the watcher

description: the halloween party could have turned out way worse for tara if it wasn't for you and chad

warnings: alcohol, angst idk to write but good ending tho

words: +1.4k

requested: no i was bored

The alcohol that was running low even on reserves was not doing it anymore for you. Given how many people are at this party, it's not a surprise it went missing so fast.

You sank further into the couch shared with a famous pair, talk of the night. Mindy and Anika who were currently, if you caught it right, talking about already moving out together. They were half drunk so it didn't count but still, drunk words sober thoughts.

You are in no place to judge nor put stereotypes on considering you and Tara are not any different. Both drunk and sober and together. The only contrast was Tara hanging somewhere other than next to you ever since her friend pulled her away.

But that was not the main thing playing in your mind. Not at all really. You have been observing this guy who looked particularly out of place at this party, in this crowd he didn't fit so well like the rest.

Could care less if it wasn't for him desperately trying to achieve something by dancing with every girl there to the point it became scary to watch.

By the looks on the girls' faces, he wasn't that much of a womanizer and prince charmer either. Or just a piece of bad luck on this day for him.

Maybe you're the one looking at it wrong. So riveted with Tara as your ride or die, although you held back from saying it because of the killer-roaming-around situation. Also from Mindy putting you on the suspect list on her weekly "guess the killer" game every time you hang out as a group.

No matter how hard you tried to stray away from judging him by looks you could not help it. He did appear like a piece of work for sure.

A piece of work that was raiding the table covered with empty bottles, knocking some of them in the process. He wasn't anchored on his feet any better either. Just like those bottles.

As he ran his hand through his hair in annoyance, both of your attention was swept away by this certain pirate costume you were assured was half homemade by you and Tara. Your attention was more of a true and fond one than his was.

She seemed to have the same thing in mind which was to grab more drinks but with failure. Her choppy and uncoordinated moves gave it away, she was drunk which made you wary of him.

Mindy's voice half yelling incredibly close to your ear finally tore your eyes off of them.

"You're looking at that guy right?" she randomly said while pointing out. Not hearing what it clearly you leaned in closer signaling her to repeat.

Mindy pointed once again in the same direction that's been a thorn in your side more and more. "Yeah, i heard he's like pretty shitty. Keep an eye out for your girl."

"Wait, you really telling me-" you didn't want it to fly by but Mindy was not listening. Being pulled away by Anika meant there was no room to chase after it.

The fear that kicked in the moment Tara didn't land on your retreating gaze was enough for you to leave the couch and rely on your surprisingly soberish state that probably wore off because of it.

It was no point in searching for Tara as nearly everyone towered over her. While you drove through the sweaty crowd that was all upon eachother, he was the one you were looking for.

To your fault, you did spill a few precious drinks that are currently out of stock in a rush of it all. It earned you a few foes that will forget about it the next hangover day. Hopefully.

Like it was ordered beforehand, the crowd somehow did not seal off the way upstairs where you caught Tara hand in hand with him. The hold itself was more one-sided meanwhile she was being hesitant.

"Tara, we're leaving," you stated loud enough for him to hear. She turned around and looked over the moon to see you. Slipping her hand out of his only to wrap it around you, she mumbled, "Where were youuu?" Dragging the liquored words for too long.

"I don't know what you're on about but come on Tara, let's go." He was making his way down but you stopped him in his place. His obscene gaze lowered to the hand of yours on his chest.

"Yeah, we're going home man. Good luck with that," you laughed foully and fakely while leading Tara away under your hold. Leaving him and his obvious anger issues to fix on their own.

"Hey, come back here you fuc-" and he was silenced all of the sudden.

As you turned the corner, you briskly glanced one last time to witness Chad doing what he knows best before the view was obscured with people again. Besides from him trying and never ending up with Tara in the end, being a bodyguard and lifesaver at the parties was one of them.

Chad was finally useful or something other than wooing Tara. If not her, then someone right now at the party surely will fall for it sooner or later.

The atypical silence New Yorks streets presented this night compared to the party should be heavenly but it's not in none of your minds.

"Are you fucking kidding me Tara?" and if it wasn't for your voice fed with anger, it was your hand ripping out of hers that almost sobered her up in an instant.

Partially aware of what you're so upset about, Tara still pushed it while following behind, "What? What did i do?"

Everything so far seemed innocent in nature from her perspective.

"What did you do? Tara he- do you know how bad this could turn out if i didn't see you two? The things he had on his mind? And with Ghostface around? Tara..."

You finally looked her in the eyes. Tara felt as if the entirety of the drinks she consumed were burning off. She was so used to Sam's overprotectiveness and mistrust that grew higher over the years but you? That keeps her harbored ever since the killings? There's a reason why she turns a deaf ear everytime Sam mentions how therapist would do justice in her life because you do more than enough. The reality you picked, knowing you'll be associated with someone whose entire family is haunted by blood but still love her no less was telling Tara plenty.

She tried to get close if only you didn't flinch back, "What did he even want?"

"He said he got drinks upstairs so i followed him." No reaction coming from you, she knew what you were thinking, "That's all of it, i swear."

"Is it?"

"Yes, i was drunk and i maybe-"

"You weren't that drunk Tara. We were both normal before you left my side for fifteen minutes when everything went down. You knew it."

None of you moved. She could sense how disappointed were you and before allowing you to go anything beyond that emotion, she ran to you. So fast, cutting all chances of your figure stepping back away.

But you caught her. Made her feel safe like you usually do while she can't say the same for herself.

"I'm so sorry," the quivering hands cupped your terrified face, "i promise." She wanted to say more but it dissolved quickly. Putting aside the dark valley of the building your back was suddenly facing, Tara kissed you roughly, desperately. Both due to height difference and the realization of how dangerous things could have turned out.

"Don't do any promises Carpenter," drawing her in once again, "i'm just glad you're safe and Sam is not around to give me a lesson."

The taxi passing behind stirred a thought, "Yeah? Well, she's not back home either until morning. I say we call a cab-"

"Okay, i was about to ask if Tara's good but i see you're both doing great." The voice itself made you look away in a hassle and Tara could read it so well.

"Yeah Chad, we were about to call cab for a ride home but you got keys on yourself?" which made you grin in not the most righteous manner.

"I do actually," as he fiddled with his pocket he continued, "need me to ride?"

"No, we can manage, thanks."

As Tara caught the thrown keys and already turning to leave, you wrapped her arms around and whispered, "We're not really gonna drive all the way?"

"Of course not. Who do you take me as?"

There was sort of pity felt for Chad, left out in the cold like a stray cat but she will remind herself to thank him the next day.

notes: it was a scene with me and tara but they decided to delete it for some reason idk why, apparently chad seemed better option than me

#tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter imagine #i dont hate chad but really what is that ship about #me x completely random 2nd photo in each fic

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abibliophobiaa · 10 months

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hello lunieee

I would like to request some dad!Steve-

HAH

just kidding.

I would love some dad!Eddie in the summer playing with his tween kid - maybe running through the sprinkler or someone gets sprayed with the hose, maybe eating ice pops, but most important of all is Eddie being a nerdy, kinda lame adorkable dad that his kid both loves and cringes at. Bonus points if we are watching him and really feelin' a surge of attraction or affection based on his antics.

thank you love youuu 💕

Gone Fishing: Just Go With It…

warnings: r is pregnant, minor injury & barely edited — i needed something soft, sweet and fluffy today. (2.6k words)

dad!eddie munson x afab!mom!reader.

masterlist

——

It’s meant to be a joke.

A little Russian Roulette game, if you will. A precursor to the barbecue plans with your friends for the summer festivities to determine if the pitcher of sangria Robin put her heart and soul into will end up going to waste.

Once you’ve all taken your tests, Max and El have you all turn around and scramble the order. When ready, you all turn around to find the three tests face up on the countertop.

“Mine’s negative,” Robin says, dramatically wiping the back of her hand over her brow. “What a relief!”

But she’s met only with silence.

Until. “Holy shit,” Max breathes out, trying to not break out into incredulous laughter.

“That one is definitely positive,” El points out, hooking her chin over Nancy’s shoulder.

Two lines.

Two very dark lines.

So you…or Nancy.

Baby number four for her, or number three for you.

Shit.

Nancy bites her lip. Turns to you, smile a little hopeful despite the fact your nerves are buzzing to life at the prospect of another baby when you and Eddie hadn’t intended for another baby.

“Guess we have to take another,” she says, reaching for more test strips.

——

“Hey man, can you watch Quinnie?” Eddie asks, passing off the giggly two year old to her honorary uncle. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”

And they prove to be famous last words.

Words that change a lot.

Because as he’s washing his hands, humming a song that had been playing on the radio before he’d run inside, he spots the tests.

Multiple tests.

He’s seen a few since becoming a dad to know what two lines or a smiley face means.

He also knows that you, Nancy, Robin, El and Max had all gone to the bathroom at the same time to ‘take care of something.’

So despite it being his bathroom, in his home, he’s not sure if it’s your test.

But, he does know someone is pregnant.

Someone standing outside in his backyard just a few feet away.

The sudden realization hits him then. Either he’s becoming an uncle again to four, or a father of three.

Shit.

——

“And you’re sure?” Steve asks, carding his fingers through his hair. Eddie pulls the strips out of his pocket and Steve whisper-yells, “There’s pee on those!”

“Grow up, Harrington, they’ve got the caps on. We have bigger things to worry about.” Eddie holds the tests in the space between the two of them, bent low near the grill, far away from the rest of the guests.

In the distance he can see you and Nancy watching the youngest Harringtons and Munsons in the pool while the older “kids” watch on. James’ laughter echoes as Dustin and Lucas toss him up into the air and catch him, his little rubber ducky floaties keeping him from slipping too far beneath the water’s surface.

You’re glowing, Quinn bouncing on your hip, wearing the same brightly colored summer dress you’re wearing that flutters around your thighs in the cool summer breeze. And he wonders briefly whether or not you carry a little secret beneath your heart.

“So one of us is pregnant?” Steve exhales deeply as Eddie nods, running a palm down his face. “Look—I know I said I wanted six, but I’m overrun by girls at the moment, Ed. Do you know how terrifying throwing a fourth girl into the mix is?”

Steve’s gaze travels over to Nancy and his three little girls. One reaches out to grab at her little ‘cousin’ Quinn, while the other two try to quite literally become mermaids in the pool, little legs kicking behind them, spraying Mike Wheeler in the face until he’s redder than a damn tomato.

“What do you think we should do?” Eddie asks, flipping over the burgers on the grill, waving as you look over your shoulder and give him one of your wonderful smiles he loves so much.

“Should we ask them?” Steve wonders, tossing some cheese on top, both men watching with increasing nervousness over their present (potential) situations.

“No—no, you absolutely cannot ask them if they’re pregnant.” Eddie shoves the bag of burger buns into his best friend’s chest. “Start laying the buns in that container right there. Yeah, that one. But as I was saying…asking a woman if she’s pregnant is enough to get you as number one on their to-kill list. Do you not fear death?”

Steve seems to consider this, swallowing thickly as he lays out the buns in the tin container so Eddie can begin loading burgers on top. “Nancy will murder me in my sleep.”

“Exactly.” Once the burgers are loaded up, he calls out into the open yard that dinner is ready and then claps Steve on the shoulder. “Best plan of action is to be supportive, remain calm, and act natural.”

——

“Are the guys being a little weird?” You ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s little curls, the two year old dozing against your chest.

“You two married the weirdest guys in Hawkins,” Robin says, sipping her cup of sangria. “I’d say this is within normal limits for them.”

“Steve knocked my drink out of my hand,” Nancy points out, pulling at a piece of cookie and popping it into her mouth.

“And Eddie kept demanding I eat more,” you add, laughing at the memory of your overly eager husband adding more macaroni salad to your plate as soon as you’d finished your first spoonful. “He also kept asking me if I should be holding Quinn.”

The men in question are presently standing in the yard bare chested in their swimsuits, with the sprinkler running. The kids rush through the stream all taking turns, still donning their little pool floaties, little shrieks of joy and peals of infectious laughter warming your heart.

Because you and Eddie finally saved up enough to buy this home, and are now sharing it with your friends who are more likely family now, and seeing the happiness on all their faces has made all the endless hours of work, hardships and obstacles so worth it.

So no, you can’t help the fear that wedges into your heart if you disrupt all of that.

——

“J! NO!”

Quinn whines from Eddie’s lap as James leans over and snatches a marshmallow from the bag his daughter is insistent upon keeping clutched in her tiny palms.

“Quinnie, give me!”

Quinn’s newest favorite word in the dictionary other than Momma and Dadda?

No.

She uses it so often, Eddie sometimes forgets she’s picked up others throughout the past few months.

“NO!”

This time, her little fingers curl in her brother’s hair and give a harsh tug. Hard enough he winces and scrambles onto Eddie’s lap, knocking the wind from him when his knobby knee jabs him in the stomach, to try and alleviate the stress on his hair.

Catching his bearings once more, Eddie grips his daughter’s hand and unfurls her angry little knuckles, finger by finger until she reluctantly releases James.

“Quinnie, let’s be nice to your brother,” Eddie coos, bouncing her on his thigh as you start to rise from your chair, conversation with Nancy and Robin pausing to see the commotion. Wanting to show you he can, in fact, handle three kids, he shakes his head, reassuring, “I’ve got this.”

“NO!”

Steve glances over from beside him, braiding both his little girl’s hair into braids at the backs of their heads. Eddie frowns, and Steve gives him a sympathetic smile as his own littlest one trips over the leg of his chair and takes a tumble onto the patio below, scraping her knee and bursting into ear piercing wails, crying out for Mama.

——

“Chloe, do you want vanilla or chocolate ice cream for being such a good girl?” You ask, leaning your back against the kitchen counter as Nancy finishes putting a pink bandaid on her youngest daughter’s knee.

Hazel eyes that resemble her father’s peer up at you, fingers pointing to the vanilla container held up in your hands. “‘Bow sprinkle, pease!”

“She wants rainbow sprinkles,” Nancy clarifies as you get to work on her daughter’s ice cream, shoulders slouching, tears burning on your lower lash line. “Hey. Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

Forearm pressing to your sweat-slick forehead, you sigh. “Eddie and I never talked about having another baby. We’ve been trying to save up for the house, we got the house, and now we’re really only just settling into the house. And I don’t even know how this happened, or how he’s going to react, or if he even wants another baby. We always said two and I-I—”

“Momma cry,” Quinn huffs beside Chloe, lifting at the edge of her frilly little summer dress.

You let out a weak laugh at that, sniffling noisily. “Momma is crying, yes sweetie.”

Nancy tugs you close as you join her and the girls on the counter, handing each of the greediest little ones a tiny spoon to likely smear vanilla ice cream on their faces with.

“We planned for James and planned for Quinnie.” With a groan, you grab your own spoon and shovel a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles into your mouth, needing a little sweetness to quell the nervousness bubbling in your belly.

“Well, it seems like that little one had other plans. I know it’s not ideal. But if you take away the house, if you take away all the other things stressing you out right about now, what do you feel?”

And that’s the thing. If you think about it. If you really think about it, you love your husband. Have for so many years now. You married him for all of the reasons you’d said in your vows. Wanted to take on life together, build a family, build a home.

Now here you are, still as deeply in love with him as you were that day, in the house of your dreams you never thought you’d own, with your sweet little boy who has love in his heart and joy in his laugh, and your little girl with her father’s tenacity and your features, and this unexpected little one, faceless and nameless and yet loved.

So so loved already.

“I’m happy. Just…really happy.”

“Then you’ll figure everything else out as you go.”

——

Outside, Eddie’s sitting near the bonfire with his acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming along to a silly song meant for the children. Made up, naturally. A tale of beautiful princes and princesses who wield swords and fight impressive dragons, of harrowing tales and defeating evil.

James sits on his lap, beaming bright, with chocolate smeared across his cheeks, heading into what is surely to be a lovely night of sleep induced by a food coma. Steve’s got his two older daughters, Olivia and Violet, draped over each of his thighs, their heads swaying back and forth and feet kicking as Eddie slips in and out of singing and speaking his stories.

The older kids in “The Party” have started cleaning up, weaving in and out of the house as you and Nancy make your way back outside the sliding glass door with Chloe and Quinn on your hips.

And later, as Steve and Robin show the kids how to safely play with sparklers, tips of their little fireworks exploding into colorful light, Eddie pulls you into his side and presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring he loves you against your skin.

You reply the same, turning your head enough so you can peck him once. Then again, humming into his smile. “Our first party in our new home.”

“The Munson home,” he says, kissing you once more.

And as his arms loop around your waist and James calls out “Mommy and Daddy look!” his little face illuminated in the dark, excitement blooming across his features, and your little girl dancing with Max and El off in the grass, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

In this home, with your family, and these people.

——

Quinn is already down for the night when Eddie starts getting James ready for bed. The boy in question yawns and protests very little as his father lifts him once he’s done dressing for bed and lays him down in his bed shaped like a little race car that Steve had helped put together for him on his sixth birth.

“Can we read The Hobbit?” James asks, clambering over his father’s chest as he settles down beside him on the mattress.

“Yes, but only one chapter, okay?”

James nods his agreement and Eddie begins where they left off, using all the silly fake voices that James always laughs at. Those belly laughs that shake the boy, and warm Eddie from head to toe. Those same laughs that remind him he’s not his father. That reminds him that he’s been made for this; to be your husband, James’ dad and Quinn’s dad. He’s got his support system. His uncle who is more a father to him now than anything else and the strength of his friendships. All he needs, really.

As he finishes reading, and James’ eyes grow heavier, his head curling into Eddie’s neck, James whispers, “I love you, daddy.” Eddie replies the same. Lifts his head and finds you there in the doorway.

Sees the worry lining your brow, remembers the way Nancy had warned him you’d been a little upset as her, Steve and the kids had left, and he has an inkling why. But he doesn’t know for certain.

All he knows is no matter what, as long as you have each other, it’ll all be okay.

You’ll figure out the rest as you go.

——

“Hey, baby? Can you come here for a second?” Eddie calls, just as you finish brushing your teeth and pat your face dry.

Exhaling deeply, you slip out of the bathroom and find him already propped up against the mountain of pillows on your bed, bare chest on display. He’s added tattoos as time has gone by, meant to cover the tapestry of scars across his skin, the same ones that you’ve traced countless times over the years, forever thankful that he’s still here.

His hands reach out to curl around the fullest part of your hips as you lower yourself down onto his lap, a thigh bracketing each of his hips, your own hands resting against the heat of his chest.

He rubs gentle patterns there. Callus scarred fingers dance across your thighs, along the curve of your hips, over your ribcage, the smallest point of your back, the softness of your stomach. Eddie pauses there, dark eyes meeting your own, tongue dragging a slow line across his lips.

“Eddie…” you begin, but Eddie jumps in before you can say any more.

“I want you to know I saw the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. I don’t know if they’re yours, but I wouldn’t be upset if they are. We have this home, we have each other. I got that promotion to manager at the shop, we’ve been saving. We might not have planned for another one, but I think we did a pretty damn good job with the first two, and I would love this baby so much and I—”

“It was my test. Both of them. I’m pregnant.”

His fingers spread further across your stomach, before reaching up to grip at both your cheeks and pull you close for a lingering kiss that has your toes curling. Before you can say anything else, he’s rolling you over onto your back and shoving at the flimsy sleep shirt you’re wearing, pressing kiss after kiss to your midsection.

“I’ll take it that you’re happy?” you giggle, threading your fingers in the soft curls at the back of his head.

Another kiss, this time to your belly button. “So happy,” he says, a grin growing against your skin. “Hi Maisie, it’s your daddy. I already love you so, so much.”

“Maisie, huh?”

“We always liked the name, and I have a gut feeling.”

Several months later, Eddie’s right.

Maisie Munson enters the world.

Seven pounds, six ounces, and pure love.

——

#lunaloveseddie #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson

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writingduhh · 3 months

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Haaaai! I love love LOVE the way you write schlatt!! I was wondering if you could write a fic or headcanons about schlatt with a very sweet, shy, sensitive reader ~3~ I adore the grumpy x sunshine trope :33

Thank youuu for all the wonderful writings you have done!

Much love <33

🐰

Of course I can! You made my day! Thanks so much for the ask, hope you enjoy 🐰 <3

▷ Schlatt knew from the moment you met that you were not like the rest.

▷ Unlike most people he had met you were so sincere and sensitive, almost to a fault. He absolutely adored it though.

▷ Before you started dating he didn’t think he even stood a chance. You were so kind, gentle, and fun to be around.

▷ To his excitement it was quite the opposite, you were super into him! And thus the relationship began;)

▷ Being on the sensitive side it isn’t hard for your feelings to get hurt, even if someone isn’t meaning to offend you.

▷ Schlatt immediately took note of this, becoming much softer and cautious with what he says to you.

▷ People have pointed out how much softer and kinder he is when you’re around.

▷ Heaven forbid ANYONE offend or hurt you… He is ready to intervene, usually sending you out of the room / area before giving the person a piece of his mind.

“Hey y/n, would you mind grabbing me a drink?” Schlatt kindly asks, noticing the sudden sad look on your face.

“Oh uh - sure.” You agree, swiftly walking away from the person you had been talking with.

The two of you were currently at a party. While mingling around with some friends a stranger said something rather rude that really hurt your feelings. Instead of speaking up you decided to let it go, not wanting to cause a scene. Little did you know schlatt had picked up on the entire situation.

After grabbing two full glasses you made your way back over to where he was standing. Only this time he has backed the stranger against the wall, angrily pointing at them as he appeared to be yelling, or at least using some choice words.

“And don’t you dare do it again.” Schlatt growled through his teeth before noticing that you were back.

“Hey y/n! Thanks so much for getting me a drink.” He smiled, putting his hand on the small of your back as the other hand grabbed the glass.

“Y/n, I just wanted to apologize.” The stranger spoke.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it.” You softly smiled.

Before you could say anything more they quickly walked off to visit with some other people.

“What did you say to them?” You ask, turning to face schlatt.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He replied, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

▷ His stream chat going absolutely wild whenever you come In the room, always commenting on how differently he acted around you (in a good way)

▷ Anytime he’s in a bad mood or feeling down he knows exactly the person to go to, you.

▷ You never fail to cheer him up, your energy is so infectious and he knows he can rely on your empathy and kindness to help him through his problems.

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #hc #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagines #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt hcs #schlatt x you #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #ted nivison

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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can i req some jude angst, maybe jude x bestfriend! reader who’s crying to him cuz her bf cheated on her and she walked in on it (jude already hated this guy- and all the guys before) and maybe jude gets a mad- a little yelling at her because a) that guy was obviously going to cheat- he was an asshole and y/n is blind, and b) he just doesn’t understand why she’s practically doing this to herself when he’s been right there the entire time- all of this leading to an aggressive confession and maybe a tearful kiss, or even further 😗 thank youuu!! i love ur writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

𐐪♡𐑂 jude bellingham x fem reader

𐐪♡𐑂 angsty but everything turns out okay 💕

it happened again.your heart was broken into pieces. all you saw when you closed your eyes was him and her. your boyfriend and the girl he told you “ not to worry about”. it happened on your one year anniversary of all dates too. you decided to surprise your boyfriend by baking him a cake and taking it over to his apartment, fantasizing about a romantic dinner and an intimate night in. all of this to find him entangled with another girl on his bed. you ran out of the apartment, after smashing the cake on the bedroom floor, ignoring your boyfriend yelling after you. after finding yourself on the dark street alone and heartbroken you could only think of one person to call. your best friend jude. you called him and he not only comforted you through the phone but also came to get you in his car, picking you up and taking you to back to his apartment. it was clear that you didn’t wanna go back to your place, the house filled with pictures of you and your boyfriend, the memories of the two of you suffocating the rooms. and it has been always like this, judes was your safe place, the place you went to when you felt lost or heartbroken. he would make you food or a cup of hot cocoa, and the two of you would sit on the couch for hours and hours, talking and talking. being with jude made your heart feel at peace, any anxieties vanished from his presence.

so there you were in his car, sitting in the front in complete stillness. you could feel the tension, the way jude was grabbing the wheel, the angry frown on his face. the entire 20 minutes to his house was spent in an utter silence, sometimes interrupted by your sniffles or judes angry huffing puffing. you had no idea what his problem was but frankly you had no energy to ask and get into another argument of the night. and anyways you were sure the minute you arrived to his house it would erupt, jude couldn’t keep thing’s inside for a long time. oh you were so right. the minute you stepped over the sill of his room, he started speaking. his words came out loudly, slurred, filled with anger and so much tension you felt like the room will blow up.

“ you know y/n, i would say im surprised but im really not. he’s been doing this to you ever since you got together. hes a piece of shit y/n! you know i always hated him, but you just kept going back to him. i.. i.. don’t even understand why. when i was here for you all along.. i listened to you and i.. was here you know. and i still am.” - his voice was at first angry and full or repressed feelings, yelling about how your boyfriend was a horrible person but towards the end he quieted down, the confession rolling from his tongue in a sweet shy way.

you didn’t know where to look, what to do. he was standing in front of you, and as corny as it sounds, he was there for you. you were slightly shaking, the thoughts running, racing through your mind. you felt your cheeks blush, your whole body on fire from the adrenaline. how could you answer him? nothing felt enough, no words could express how grateful you felt for him, how your heart broke hearing his confession. you couldn’t let him stand there anymore, his eyes full of sadness and desperation. you reached for him, standing on your tippy toes, your hands cupping his face as you lips pressed against his. he tasted sweet, his lips soft and welcoming. it was such a different feeling than kissing your boyfriend, this kiss left you speechless. his hands around your waist, his tongue overtaking yours, the small sounds he made, the whimpering and heat that filled the room. there was so much emotion between the two of you, neither of you could express by words but as you thumbled around, holding each-other, kissing hungrily, heading towards his bed, all the emotions seemed to flow and get in order.

#football imagines #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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How 'bout some real sex with Sherlock and Irene Adler? If you don't do ships, that quite alright you can do it with reader. And these prompts 🛐🛐21, 62 Thank youuu ❤️❤️

Heyy anon! Thanks for the request! I included a song that I thought for the vibe of this piece… hope you enjoy 😉

A Three-way Break ~Dom!Sherlock Holmes(BBC) xDom!Irene Adler xSub!Fem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#21. “You know what, fuck it.”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesome, kissing, fingering, eating out, face sitting, overstimulation, mistress kink, praise kink, more implied smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were in Sherlock’s flat as he was pacing back and forth. You were flipping through the case files of a particularly sticky cold case that Sherlock had picked up.

“Sherlock?”

No response. You continued looking through the many pages.

“Sherlock.”

Still no response. Finally you looked up. Sherlock had stopped pacing and was on his phone.

“Sherlock. What are you doing?”

“What? Nothing. Find anything?” Sherlock tutted you off, still typing on his phone.

“No, Sherlock, we’re stuck. We’ve got nothing.” You huffed.

You had no idea why he would request you for this case… You were a low key detective at Scotland Yard… You were no Lestrade…

No response.

“Sherlock!”

No response, Sherlock walked off into his room. You sighed in frustration. You were tired. You needed a break. A break from work. A break from Sherlock.

You placed your hands over your head. At least ten minutes went by when Sherlock finally came back and went straight to the window. You didn’t even try this time. But then you heard the door downstairs open, and footsteps started to grow. You head picked up the door opening.

In walked a hypnotizing, stunning brunette with striking eyes and plump, red lips.

“Her?” The woman said.

“No not her.” Sherlock stressed the last syllable, his hands balancing against his lips, “Me, I… I need a distraction.”

“Well, Why not her?” The Woman toyed, making direct eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” You finally interjected.

“Because she’s too fragile.” Sherlock answered the woman’s questions, ignoring yours.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your head swiveled over to Sherlock who was still looking out the window.

“I don’t think so. Why, really…?” The woman continued having a conversation with Sherlock while never breaking eye contact with you.

“Irene Adler.” Sherlock said.

Now you were really confused.

“What?? Can somebody please explain to me what’s bloody going on?” You exclaimed.

“Her name is Irene Adler. And I said No.” Sherlock repeated in annoyance and with strain in his voice.

Irene beat you to a reply, “Yes, but why?”

“Because I might do something I’ll regret…!” Sherlock practically yelled.

Silence ensued.

You huffed in frustration, “Well I’m leaving for the night. Good Night.”

You grabbed your bag and prepared to leave.

As you walked towards the door, Irene purred, “But wouldn’t it be just so much fun?”

You walked to go through the door, but Irene grabbed ahold of your wrist, stopping you from leaving. You looked up to just about yell at her but then you met her eyes. Something inside you just rolled over for her and you did nothing. Irene smirked at your reacting and turned her attention back towards Sherlock.

“Sherlock…” the woman purred in a hum.

As she did so, she pulled you flush up against her and her lips grazed your ear.

“I’m going to kiss you now, dear. Is that alright?” She purred in a hushed tone.

You blushed furiously at her words and speechlessly nodded. At that, the woman closed the gap, attaching her precious, dominating lips to yours. A tiny gasp came from the other side of the room, as Sherlock had turned around to see you and Irene kissing. Irene was quick to slip her tongue inside your mouth, making you whimper.

It was very evident from the get go that she was in charge. So naturally, she dominated your tongue and explored your wet cavern with ease. So entranced in the kiss, Irene was easily able to pin you against the wall next to the door, deepening her bruising kiss.

“You know what, fuck it.” Sherlock seethed.

Sherlock had had enough.

He was quick to move Irene out of the way, entrapping you in between the wall and his body. You stared up at him with your puffy lips and glazed over eyes, and you were met with dark orbs of lust… and maybe even some jealousy…?

His lips crashed into yours without another thought between the both of you. Sherlock was feistier and more impatient than Irene was, but he was still very much dominant over you. His tongue slid into your mouth with ease as he explored and dominated your wet cavern.

At your eliciting a moan, Irene had had enough… She ripped Sherlock from you and smashed his lips into hers. And the fight for dominance ensued. Teeth clashing, tongue fucking, growling, whimpering, just to find out who would be charge. While you leaned against the wall breathless, pupils blown wide, watching the events unfold in front of you.

At one point, the woman went to whisper something in Sherlock’s ear, apparently calling a cease fire. Sherlock nodded in agreement to whatever she had said, and then not their attentions turned to you. You gulped.

Irene came up to, took your hand and led you into Sherlock’s bedroom. She pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you, while Sherlock was looking around in his drawer of toys.

“Red is for stop, yellow is for pause, and green is for good, understand?” Irene paused her sloppy markings on your neck to check in with you.

“Yes…” you breathlessly panted.

“Yes mistress…” the woman threateningly growled.

You gulped yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.

“Now, Let’s take these clothes off…” she purred into your ear, beginning to remove your shirt, then your bra, then your trousers… Until you were left in nothing but your knickers…

Both Irene and Sherlock took a moment to drink you in. Your face flushed red at their staring, so you naturally tried to cover yourself.

“Oh no… none of that.” The woman tutted you off.

At that, Sherlock was by the bedside, grabbing your left wrist and tying it to his bed post. You yelped at his action.

Irene stripped quickly in front of the bed and to both your and Sherlock’s pleasure.

“Color?” He asked, while not stopping his administrations.

“Green.” you confirmed, causing Sherlock to smirk.

“Good girl…” he praised, which sent sparks directly to your core and made you blush deep fusia.

Irene who was straddling your form chuckled, “Looks like someone likes to be praised…” she teased, continuing her markings along your collar bone making you whimper and whine.

While Irene continued, Sherlock came along side the other bed and took your right wrist to tie against the bed post.

Now you were stuck there.

At the mercy of the woman and Sherlock…

The woman’s teasing tongue made it down to your sensitive bud, which she happily twirled her tongue around, causing you to arch your back and whimper in pleasure. Sherlock came to the edge of the bed and tugged you down a bit, making both you Irene yelp.

Sherlock chuckled, “Spread your legs for me…”

You did as you were told, and Irene caught on quickly, moving herself to your upper torso so that Sherlock would have the room needed for his administrations. Irene continued to tease your breasts, as Sherlock practically ripped off your knickers and attached his lips to your clit.

You cried out in overstimulating pleasure as Irene was pinching your nipples while sucking on your pressure point while Sherlock was ravaging through your folds. You were a goner once Sherlock slipped a finger into your aching cunt…

You came in an overwhelming, euphoric orgasm cloud, curling your toes and pulling against your bonds with both your lovers names rolling off your tongue. But neither of them stopped no… Sherlock added another finger to your throbbing cunt and Irene began sucking and biting your pressure point.

“Cum for your mistress again, love…” The Woman purred into your ear.

Her words sent you toppling over the edge once again, as Sherlock expertly curled his fingers inside your clenching cunt. You tugged against your restraints, desperately wanting to touch the beautiful woman who was straddling you.

Irene chuckled at your neediness, “If your a good girl and let me sit on that pretty face of yours, then maybe I’ll free you from your bonds, yea love…?” Irene purred.

You eagerly nodded and panted, “yes mistress please mistress…!”

The stunning brunette then moved to straddle your face and lower her soaking cunt onto your face. You gladly accepted, lapping at her folds immediately. While you were doing so, Sherlock didn’t stop in curling his fingers inside you. He quickly added a third, making you yelp as he stretched you out even more. You groaned out in pleasure, as you were brought to yet another climax, while being suffocated by your mistress cunt.

That being certainly not the last time you came at the hands of those two…Safe to say, you spent your night with little to no sleep…

~~~

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gavi4me · 6 months

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Hiii! Can you make a smut where y/n is studying for a while and Pablo comes home and gets upset that she’s over working herself leading into a smut? Thank youuu 😘😘

Study session

I know very little to nothing about law so don’t come after the questions or answers in the book. They are copy n pasted!

Okay so AHHH. ofc!! I love this idea bc I’ve had a study smut in my drafts for a minute and was thinking about posting it.

Warnings - unprotected sex, slight age gap (19 - 21), cursing, blowjob!, (lmk if there are more)

I was listening to promiscuous the entire time of writing this fic haha

“Baby, I’m home!” Pablo yelled as he slammed the door shut. You didn’t respond though, too focused on your notes and studying to answer.

“Baby? Where are you.” That was a stupid question on Pablo’s end, of course it was in your office. “There you are, why aren’t you answering me cariño?”.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you.” You lied, not taking your eyes off your notes,

“Bullshit. I yelled that I was here.” You didn’t respond. Only a little “hmm” making Pablo aware of you not listening.

“What are you doing?” He asked coming over. Another stupid question.

“Studying…” you said, analyzing your textbook. You were majoring in law. Becoming a lawyer was your biggest dream. And it was slowly becoming true, gaining an internship at a huge law firm for a whole summer.

“You were studying when I left Bebé. That was almost 8 hours ago.”

“Hmmmm” you mumbled while writing down something. “You know how important this exam is for my grade. I need to do perfect.”

“And you can still achieve perfect if you take breaks.”. Pablo reached his arms around you to close your notebook, picking it up as well before putting it on a high shelf where he knew you couldn’t reach.

“Pabloooo” you whined tugging on his shirt, wanting to continue to study.

He came over behind you, finger tips massaging your shoulders while kissing your temples.

“It’s time you take a break bebé.”

“Pleaseeee. I promise I took a break. I went to the bathroom once.” You argued back, just wanting to get your textbook back.

“Once in an 8 hour span. Besides, I’m sure you’d enjoy to something else much more than studying.” He said as he turned your chair around to face him before kissing your lips, then jaw, and neck.

You couldn’t contain yourself from moaning when he found your sweet spot, not wanting him to stop though you knew it was wrong

“Ugh Pablo. Your so good at bribing me with your kisses.” You pushed him off before standing up to leave. He grabbed your waist, pulling you back to him.

“Come back. How about we do a game involving studying, but I’ll play too.”

You looked at him with a weird face. What game?

He went over to your drawers, searching through the giant mess you had created, finally finding what he needed.

Flash cards.

“Flash cards?” You asked. “But you don’t know anything about the test. How will you play?”.

“Sit on the bed.” You did as you were told and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Pablo to come over.

“Here’s the game. For every question you get right, I take off an article of clothing. For every question you get wrong, you take off an article of clothing. Same rules for me. Just studying. Nothing else. You want to play?” You starred at him for second, deciding if this was just him wanting to have sex or to actually help.

“Fine. But we actually need to study. Act as if this was a regular study session and nothing more.”

“Fine by me. Jewelry doesn’t count” he said putting his hand out for you to shake.

You shook it as he picked out the first card.

“First card is criminal law for defense. What is defence of property regulated by?”

“criminal damage act 1971 is a ‘belief that property was in an immediate need of being protected”

“Good.” He started off strong, taking his shirt off making you choke on the glass of water gavi had gave you before he left.

“Your turn”

“Hmm okay I’ll go easy. What does ‘actus reus’ mean in latin?”

“I’ve known you long enough to know that ‘actus reus’ means guilty act”

“Wow well done” You looked down at your feet realizing you didn’t have any socks on. There goes that plan. You pulled your shirt off, revealing a tiny, lace bra you knew Pablo loved.

“Wow” Pablo said starring at your chest, licking his lips. “Hard to keep my promise.”

This continued until all you were left in were your shorts and bra and Pablo in boxers.

“Okay if you get this problem right, you win.” Pablo announced picking up one last flash card, expecting to lose.

“what type of test is the one outlined in the criminal justice and immigration act 2008 for reasonable force and what were they?”

“subjective. s76(3) force was ‘reasonable in the circumstances as the defendant believed them to be’. s76(7) ‘a person acting for legitimate purpose may not be able to weigh to a nicety the exact measure of any necessary action.”

This game was making you so needy for Pablo’s love and affection and anything from the boy though that was against the promise you two had made.

“Yeah whatever you said” he said before gripping at the waistband of his boxers. As he was about to pull them down, you reached your hand out holding his hand in place.

“Do not want me to?” He asked trying pulling them back up higher, searching for his shirt.

“No no..I do, but I want to do it for you.” You said looking deep into his eyes.

His hand let go of his boxers, giving you full access.

You took that as a sign a pulled them down, revealing his already hard cock, bouncing off his abdomen to meet your gaze.

“Okay Ms ‘I only want to study’. Work your mag-..” before he could finish his sentence, you already started rubbing your thumb against his slit, earning a groan and a lip bite or 2.

After a second of that you finally put your lips against his tip and started to circle your tongue around it, keeping eye contact with Pablo.

“Fuck” he groaned while tilting his head back, keeping a tight grip on the back of your head, though not giving any roughness, letting you take control.

“Tastes s-so good.” You said in between kisses on his tip. Finally after a second of having him wait, you shoved your face in fully, adjusting to his size and gagging around him as you felt him touch your uvula.

“Aww is it too much for you.” He snickered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you stayed in one place, his shaft buried deep down your throat.

You nodded quite quickly but beginning to hallow your cheeks and pulling out for air.

“Look at you taking me so well. What a good girl you are.” He said, stroking your cheek, earning a smile from you, giving you more motivation to continue your act on him.

“-f-fuck..I’m gonna cum” he announced a moment later. He tried his hardest to not become needy and dominate, but the pleasure took over making him start to thrust into your mouth and shove your mouth even deeper. Came without warning so you began gagging again, unable to breathe due to how far down he shoved himself down your throat.

A moment later you felt the warm substance fill your mouth, beginning to swallow.

“Shit” he mumbled out of breath. “Open up” he said while lifting your chin.

You stuck your tongue out showing him that you had in fact swallowed and was ready for what was about to come next.

He gave a few tugs at his shaft before letting out some more cum, doing a cum shot all over your face and tongue.

He came in for another kiss, tasting himself all on your tongue before picking you up with your thighs wrapped around his waist.

He took you to the back of the bed and placed you onto his knee, allowing you to grind against something as he recovered from his last high.

You let out a few moans into his mouth, his knee rubbing against your clit. Suddenly, Pablo flipped you over so you were on your back, giving perfect access to do whatever he wanted.

He started from your ears, kissing the lobe and licking the helix before trailing off to your jaw, lips, and down to your neck, leaving hickeys everywhere for tomorrow you to deal with. He started kissing all around until finally finding your sweet spot, sucking and kissing into it causing you to bite your lip in order to conceal your moans.

“Pablo” you whined out as he stopped kissing your neck. He started to go down your body once more, going from your collar, down to the valley of you breasts where he gave a small kiss on your sternum before continuing down and pulling your shorts with it.

You were left in your underwear and socks, your clothes discarded somewhere along with Pablo’s. At this point, you had forgotten all about studying, the only thing you wanted right now was him to be inside of you.

He sat on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard, inviting you straddle him.

You crawled over to him and got got on your knees, right above where Pablo shaft was. You gave it a few tugs and toyed with the tip again. You loved when you got Pablo needy and riled up.

“Sit on it.” He said, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to stop you from moving around.

“As you wish….papi” you winking before moving your underwear to the side and sinking in.

You both gasped at the feeling. You because of the stretch and Pablo because of the tightness.

After a second you began to move, bouncing up and down slowly, gaining pace after each bounce. Each time you went in-and-out, you felt him getting closer and closer to your cervix, making you want pablo to take over.

You felt his hands move to your back, searching for the clasp so he could undo it, wanting for you to be on full display for him.

A second later, your bra came off and Pablo immediately started leaving small nibbles along the nipples.

He pulled you down so your forehead was resting on his as he began to thrust up into you, causing you to moan loudly into the poor boys ears.

He kept abusing you g-spot for a while, making you become paralyzed with pleasure , not wanting the feeling to end.

“I-I’m sooo glad you lost that g-game” you said with a vibrating voice and a couple of gasps in between words.

“I’m so glad you decided to play..” he said, kissing your lips and speeding up.

“Pablo” you moaned, feeling on the edge, almost to the point of cumming.

A moment later you released the knot and came all over Pablo.

“F..fuck your tightening around me so p..perfectly…” and with that you felt Pablo twitch inside of you, followed by the feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim.

You rode out your highs and you collapsed onto Gavi’s chest, the high being a little too good for you to comprehend.

You got off of him and laid down next to him, still catching your breath.

“That was f..fun!” Pablo mumbled while laughing. “Oh and also, I think I broke that promise”

“What promise?” Showing that Pablo fucked the brains out of you.

“The ‘study session’.”

A/n

I love this idea because I’ve had this idea ever since like June 2022 and never got around to writing it so here it finally is. In my head the idea sounded good so let’s hope it actually works out 🤞

Btw I’m too tired to do the text coloring rn so I’ll probably get around to that tomorrow (hopefully)

#gavi #smut #gavi smut #pablo gavi

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teyamloving12 · 1 year

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Loved Stealing mama away can you do another part where this time Jake catches them and they team tag on her?

Claiming Mama Back

Warning: threesome, pseudo incest, f x m x f, double penetration, creampie, overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation kink, etc.

Pairing: Neteyam x Stepmom!Reader x Jake

Synopsis: Jake catches Neteyam fucks his stepmother. Jake intends to have his wife moaning for his cock only.

Part 1❤

"You act all innocent, hmm? What would my father say if he saw my cock inside of your soaked pussy?", Neteyam asks. His words made you wet. Neteyam pushed your head down further by the nape of your neck. "Mama, you're nasty!", Neteyam said grinning. Pushing himself inside of you even deeper, your eyes rolled up in pleasure.

Jake was tired from the war party. As he was walking to his cot, he couldn't help but hear strangely odd sounds coming from his cot. "Maybe it's not what I'm thinking. Y/n wouldn't do that to me, right?", he asked himself as he pauses to listen to the sounds once more. He thought you were in pain after all Neteyam wasn't supposed to be in the cot, but little did he know.

He entered the cot quietly. He went in search for you. And lo and behold, the noises were indeed from you, not by pain but by pleasure. Even worse, this pleasure was being granted to you by his son. He was shocked.

Neteyam never liked you not even one bit, he'd be constantly upset that his father selected a woman a few years older than him. Jake wasn't mad, he himself was wondering why rage didn't take over his mind.

Jake appeared from the shadow of the cot. He leaned on the shadow of the hut smirking as you watched the scene before him. Although Neteyam was claiming you as his, you kept saying you were Jake's. That just made a huge grin appeared on his face.

Your hips thrust back on Neteyam's huge cock. "I belong to Jake. Not youuu!", You squealed. Neteyam squeezed your neck even harder. "No! Mama, you belong to me!", he said going even faster. "Neteyam...I belong to you! I'm yours!", you screamed.

"That's right Mama! You're mine", he said before painting your walls with his cum. You laid on the table with numb legs and Neteyam's cock slowly pulled out.

Jake clapped his hands slowly. Your consciousness came back to you and Neteyam whipped his head around only to see his father. Smirking?

"Dad- I mean sir, it's not what it looks like!", he said nervously as he continued to look back at you occasionally. Jake raises his eyebrows. "So you trying to claim my wife, boy?", he asked with venom in his voice. Neteyam looks at the ground he stood on.

Jake walked over to you. Standing by your side, he looked at your fragile and overstimulated body. He grabbed you by the chin to look him in the eye. "Who do you belong to, woman?", he asked. You only moaned in response.

"Don't fucking pass out, you didn't pass out when my son was blown your back out!", he yelled in your face but it was as if his voice was muffled. Your eyes were rolling to the back to your head. It was too blurry to see him.

"Ma Jake, please. I'm sorry.", you tried to apologize through your whimpers and moans. Jake grabbed a fist of your braids. "Look at her, son.", he commanded. Neteyam's eyes locked in with yours. "Fucking bitch.", he said under his breath before slamming your face back into the table.

“You smell different but so good,” Jake growled against her neck. His sharp fangs nipped at your sensitive neck before his greedy lips devoured the tender spot until it was purple from his mouth. Without warning, he gripped your waist harshly and pulled you onto his erection.

A hint of embarrassment crept over you as Jake arched your back to his comfort. Two of Jake's thick fingers pressed against the obvious damp spot on your loincloth. You whimpered in response. You needed him, you needed to be filled to capacity, to the max.

Your thighs felt drenched from your arousal. Jake's loincloth was pushed down his hips only enough for his erection to be freed from its misery. Jake wasted no time pushing himself into your sloppy cunt. He was thrusting with no mercy or no shame.

He ignored that his son was standing beside him, tear-stained from the scene before him. Not from fear or the fact that was looking at his father and stepmother having sex, but pure envy and rage. he wanted to be in his father's spot.

Your toes curled from the sensation of being full from you. Again, Jake acted before you had time to process what was happening around you. The tip of his cock rubbed against every sweet spot within your soaked pussy, the tip kissed against your bruised cervix with every thrust.

You clawed at his back. You barely realized his efforts, you were too consumed by the feel of him deep inside you. "Neteyam, get your ass over here!". Jake growled while he thrust inside of you. You realized how red and puffy his amber eyes were. "So why are you trying to steal my wife, hmm? Are there other girls you can play with?', he asked teasingly.

Jake's tongue circled around your exposed bud, his lips sucked the skin and his teeth nipped perpetually. Jake lost himself to your sweetness, the walls of your cunt were clenching around him almost to the point of pain, pleasurable pain. Drool was visibly running down Neteyam's jaw. "Go on, boy. Touch her.", Jake stated making you and Neteyam's eyes widen in shock.

The table creaked, and the legs were close to snapping as Jake continued to rut inside of you. Neteyam rubbed your cheek before entering your mouth. Your fingers gripped onto the tablecloth, fisting the material as tears filled your eyes.

Like father, like son.

They both showed no mercy. Neteyam gripped your braids tightly, forcing his length further into your mouth. Your slick ran down your thighs and his member. Your face was tear-stained. "Look at you, fucking pathetic. I left my wife just for you and this is what you do to me, hmm?"

Jake's thumb brushed against your sloppy, sensitive clit and you instantly exploded. Your vision went black as she screamed Jake and Neteyam's names so loudly that it would be heard throughout the village. "Mama, please! I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all, ok?", he whimpered under your touch.

Neteyam and Jake came inside of you simultaneously, and your body fell back on the soaked table. Tears ran from your puffy eyes as you sent quiet praises to Eywa. Jake stares at his passed-out mate before lifting her sweat-soaked body bridal style.

"Neteyam, fuck my wife again and I will knot your tail, son or not."

#neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #avatar smut #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #aonung x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam #atwow ao'nung #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #na'vi smut #tsutey smut #na'vi x human #na'vi x reader #dark content

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yawnzzznnn · 7 months

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requesting prompt 8 for sohee🥺

✮Me? - Sohee✮

✮Special thanks to: anon, RIIZE, Sohee

✮Note: hello! I hope you enjoy if you have any other requests please send them in thx today is a sad day Suga has went to the army...but I know he's going to be fine so ARMY's don't go crazy lmfao alsoi just got over a week of birthdays (from the 19 to the 21 with 5 people) so sorry for not keeping up with requests I've been a bit busy

✮TW: slight jealous Sohee :

✮Words: 726

✮Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers

✮Prompt: Y'know what...I'll just print you a photo card with me on it-

8-30-23

Riize had just debuted so you bought at least 10 copies of the new album just so you can pull your bais no not your boyfriend Sohee but Anton although the boy sitting next to you didn't know who your bais is he assumed it was himself

"Ok!" You said as you set the box of albums on the coffee table "what's this?" Sohee asked sitting up from his spot "I ordered I think 10 copies of your debut album" you stated proudly "I may be broke but anything to pull my bais" you continued now cutting the tape on the box

"Your bais? Who's your bais? Is it me? I mean I assumed it was me" he asked leaning closer to the table and you, you giggled "you'll see" you said as you pulled the first album out you opened it and looked at the photo card inside "darn...Eunseok" you said as you turned it around showing Sohee in response he slightly pouted "ok next album!" You said setting the other one down

"Are you serious-" you said looking at the photo card of Wonbin "its ok you have more albums to go" Sohee said taking both the album and photo card you nodded your head and pulled another one out "oh my fu-dont curse" Sohee cut you off you sighed and showed the photo card "another Wonbin" you stated setting it with the matching photo card. Grabbing the next album in the box you paused before pushing it towards Sohee "kiss it for good luck" you said Sohee laughed before kissing the album

"Your so weird" he giggled, you rolled your eyes and opened the album a small sigh left your lips before you flipped the photo card over "oh my-" you gasped before jumping up to celebrate "I pulled him!!!" You yelled before flipping it around to show Sohee the smile that was on his face dropped as soon as he saw Anton's face and not his "your bais is Anton?..." He asked you nodded your head "but I thought I was your bais" he pouted

"You are my second bais Anton is my first bais" you stated admiring the photo card he sighed before sitting on the floor going through the rest of the albums not a single photo card was of him now a little angry he huffed "y'know what...I'll just print you a photo card with me on it-" he said crossing his arms you giggled "but I already have like 300(three hundred) polaroids of you" you said now phone in hand as you put the Anton photo card in your clear phone case

"Look see you've gone mad your taking me out and putting Anton in!" He said pointing a finger at you "don't point it's rude besides I'll put you back in eventually right now it's Anton's time to shine" you stated admiring the back of your phone Sohee rolled his eyes "watch this time next week I'll have my photo card in that phone case even if it kills me" he said with a determined look in his eyes you giggled and nodded your head

Around the same time next week Sohee kept his promise "ohhh ynnnnnn" he said taking his shoes off at the front door "I have a present for youuu" he finished walking into the living room "what's the present?" You asked instead of responding Sohee snatched your phone out of your hand before taking the phone case off and taking Anton out "what are you doing" you giggled

"I made a promise so I'm keeping it" he said showing you the new photo card in the back of you phone you giggled looking at the tiny version of your boyfriend "your so childish" you teased Sohee sighed and rolled his eyes "no I'm not now cuddle me!" He yelled the last part throwing himself on you although you fought back in order to put your prized Anton photo card in a case for protection Sohee wasnt having it instead he trapped you under him before falling asleep, All you could do was sigh before falling asleep yourself

#x reader #riize scenarios #sohee riize #riize sohee #sohee x reader #sohee #riize x you #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize one shots #riize head cannons #riize headcannons #riize sohee x reader #one shots

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year

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Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

#february filth fest #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #ateez #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #smut fic

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