#blurb night

[stylesharrys]

For blurb night can you do a smuttt piece when Harry’s maybe a dom and reader loves dirty talk?

oooopp 🤭🫠

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He’s got her right where he wants her. Weak and desperate, agreeing to everything she says like the dumb little cock slut she is.

Her nipples are pearled beneath her silk pyjama top, Harry’s hand stuffed into her shorts. He’s lazily ghosting his fingers across her clit, feather like touch and her skin is blazing with goosebumps.

She’s flat on her back as Harry lays on his side next to her. He leans himself up by his elbow as his fingers gently stroke at her face.

“So desperate, aren’t you puppy?”

It’s sadistic, they both know it. Yes, daddy. No, daddy. Giving him everything he wants to hear. God, she’s such a good girl. The best girl.

“You’ll do anything for me to touch you, ain’t that right?”

Y/N nods, breathless as she hums. Harry doesn’t like that and he smacks her swollen clit, huffing.

“Good girls use their words. Or are you a bad girl now?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head fast. “No, daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise.”

The desperation in her voice makes Harry’s cock throb. He dips his finger between her folds, wetness seeping from her begging little hole.

“My poor puppy, all soaked and needy,” he tuts. “I bet all you want is daddy’s cock making you feel nice and full right now?”

Y/N’s delirious. Begging and pleading as tears begin to cloud her vision. Her body burns under his gentle touch especially because she knows he’s anything but.

“Too bad, petal. Daddy’s not feeling very kind tonight. I think I need to fuck your little throat so you can show me just how much of a good girl you are.”

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[thisismeracing]

💐 with lando

Flowers on your hair | LN4

⸺ the one where he's never romantically got flowers, but Yn is about to change that. ✓ none, just tooth-rotting fluff.

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"Hey, you," Yn smiled when Lando opened the door to his house. She had a few bags on her hands, along with a huge bouquet of flowers.

It took him a few seconds to take his eyes off of her and step aside so she could get in, but who could blame Lando? Yn looked fantastic in a blue flowy dress, and besides, it was their first time celebrating Valentine's together. He wanted to keep that image of her engraved on his mind.

"Hi, angel."

"This is for you," she pressed the bouquet to his chest, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"For me?" He arched his brows in confusion.

"Yes, for you. You've never got flowers before?" She chuckled, taking off her shoes and walking to the living room.

"Actually, no," and it was true. He had never gotten flowers romantically before. He had given them sure, but never received them. He got them from fans and a few sponsors in an event or two, but those bouquets were more like a side thing that came with either a partnership or a medal. Aside from that, most people believed that men give flowers, not receive them. This belief should be changed, sure, and Yn was onto it, apparently. "Why'd you get me flowers?"

"I got you a potted plant and that game you wanted too," Yn explained, after dropping the bags on the floor of his living room. "Didn't you like them?" she bit her lip and Lando rushed to her side, shaking his head.

"No, no, babe, I loved them. It's just... I've never got flowers like this before, I don't know how to react, it's cute."

"I'm glad to be your first then," the smile that she flashed him made his legs shake slightly. At times Lando felt that Yn was able to make him all jello, from his body to his heart. She had the key to it.

"I'm gonna put these into a vase," the McLaren driver announced, leaning down to capture Yn's lips into a proper kiss. "And then we're gonna finish the cake I started since you got here earlier than I thought."

"We're decorating a cake?" Yn asked and Lando couldn't contain his smile with how excited she sounded.

"Yup, and then we're opening the gifts."

"The cake and your company are enough," she grinned, lacing her arms together around his neck.

"I know, but I got you a few things, flowers included."

"You got me flowers too?" she squealed.

Lando nodded, "It seems we're more alike than we believed."

"And I love that for us."

"I love you," he whispered. "Happy Valentine's."

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Hickey

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Summary: You prank Joe by using makeup to create a fake hickey on your neck.

Warnings: Fluff, slight sexual tension, unserious/funny, pranks!

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

A/N: Part 1 of Blurb Night! (Sneak Peak)

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No particular date for this blurb!

Joe and I were currently cuddled up in bed. The twins were already asleep, and they had been for hours. I lay restless due to the baby doing somersaults in my stomach.

“Gah-lee!” - Joe

“Did you feel that?” - you

“Yes! She's not letting up at all, baby.” - Joe

“It’s your fault! You make me sit in the living room and watch UFC with you, she’s probably reenacting everything you commentate to my stomach!” - you

“Aye, let's not point fingers!” - Joe

I rolled my eyes, which Joe didn't like a bit.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” - Joe

“You’re not the boss of me.” - you

Joe leaned forward, his lips just barely hovering over mine but not quite touching them.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, mama. Need a reminder, maybe?” - Joe

His blue eyes flashed darkly as Joe trailed his hand down my arm, over to my belly, and down.

Just as his lips were about to meet mine, the baby kicked as hard as she had all night.

Joe groaned as he pulled away and flopped onto his back.

“You just got cockblocked.” - you laughed

“Probably for the better. Baby girl knew I needed to get ahold of myself since we aren't doing anything like that while you're pregnant.” - Joe

I rolled onto my side and placed my hand on his bare lower stomach, some of my hand covering the waistband of his boxers.

“I don't care to get you off, Joe. All you gotta do is ask.” - you

“You know I can’t do that. I can't just let you pleasure me, and you get nothing in return.” - Joe

My eyes were glued to Joe’s hand as he reached down and rearranged his forming hard-on. God, I wanted him so bad.

“I- I'm gonna splash some cold water on my face…” - you

Joe mumbled a ‘k’ as I quite literally rolled out of bed. I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

After splashing some water on my face, I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm my raging hormones.

Why does Joe have to be so sexy without trying? I asked myself in a whisper.

I pulled my phone out to check my notifications because there's nothing less sexy than business emails.

That's when I got the idea to prank Joe. It'll be a way to calm us both down and kill some time since there's no way baby girl is settling down anytime soon.

After scrolling through my saved videos, I found the perfect one.

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“You okay? You were in there for a while.” - Joe

“I’m fine. Just needed to cool down.” - you

“Sorry, guess that's my fault for getting worked up.” - Joe

I got into bed and rolled over into Joe’s chest, scratching my nails over his back.

“Don’t be sorry.” - you

Joe sighed out of contentment and began running his fingers through my hair. He knew I hated it when my hair touched my neck, so Joe began moving my hair away from my neck.

“I love you.” - you

The sentiment made him smile, his eyes still focused on his fingers running through my hair.

His mouth opened, about to say the statement back, but the only thing that squeaked out was a gasp.

“Joe?” - you

“Did you burn yourself curling your hair yesterday?“- Joe

“No… why?” - you

“There's a huge mark on your neck.” - Joe

“Oh.” - you

I reached up and pulled my hair to cover the mark back up. My heart fluttered at the realization that Joe didn't have the same reaction to the prank as most other partners have.

“What is that then? Did you hit your neck on something?” - Joe

Letting him stew over the options for a little bit, I couldn't help but bust out laughing after a few minutes of silence.

“Why are you laughing? That looks like that hurts, baby. Why didn't you tell me? Do you need ice… or ointment?” - Joe

“Joe…” - you laughed

“What?!” - Joe

“It's a prank! It’s supposed to be a hickey.” - you

He stared at me dumbfounded, confused more than anything.

“How is that a prank? I'm the only person giving you a hickey, so if you had one, I would know about it.” - Joe

“You were supposed to think another guy gave it to me, but I think it's sweet your mind didn't go there.” - you smiled

“Oh! No, I never would’ve guessed that. I know I'm the only guy you have eyes on.” - Joe

I rested my hand on Joe’s bare chest, and we lay face to face, just looking into each other’s eyes. It was a sweet moment, and just as Joe began leaning in to kiss me…

The baby kicked again. Joe jumped back and groaned out of annoyance, but I was laughing my head off.

“Damn it!” - Joe

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Authors note: Can y’all tell that I'm ovulating 💀

This idea came from some TikToks I've seen!

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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[cherryjuiceblues]

please write anything w grumprry x sunshine. Ik I’ll love it no matter what🙃

✰ grumpy!harry no warnings.

Harry sleeps on his front with his arms stretched underneath his pillow and the sheets resting low on his naked waist. You stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, excitedly holding a tray of breakfast made just for him, trying to decide the best way to wake him up. Gently placing the tray on his dresser, you grin as you climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.

He stirs slightly, groaning into the pillow but not waking up. You lean over and kiss up his spine, hair tickling his skin. “What’re you doin’?” He grumbles, voice thick and gravelly. It makes your body tingle.

“Rise and shine!” You bury your face into his neck and bite down softly. Harry groans again but doesn’t move, secretly amused by your odd behaviour. Biting him isn’t exactly a new experience. “If you don’t wake up right now, the chomp monster is going to keep biting you,” you giggle, angling your head slightly and biting him a little closer to his shoulder.

Harry shifts, turning so you fall onto the mattress and your game is over. His tired eyes watch your face as he holds his body up above you. “Stop being such a menace,” he grouses, voice slower than usual.

“But I was having fun,” you pout, hands smoothing over his shoulders and into his hair. Your teeth marks on his neck fade quickly. Harry dips down and nips at your bottom lip hard. You squeal and lift your knee up, nearly catching him in an unfortunate place.

“See?” He says, face hovering centimetres from yours. “S’not very nice, is it?”

But you don’t want to give in. “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” You bring your legs up around his waist and try to pull him into you. Of course he doesn’t budge.

“You kinda liked it?” He does it again, even harder, and you’ll admit it hurts a little.

“Okay! I don’t like it, ow.” You pull away frowning. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

This pulls a wry smile from Harry. “Shouldn’t start something you can’t finish, my love,” as he finally gives you a proper kiss, the way he intends on waking up every morning. You try to pretend you’re upset with him but it doesn’t last, not even for a second, as he smooths his soft lips against yours and down your jaw to your neck. You melt into his touch, hands threading through his hair lovingly and feeling the world around you disappear.

He lets you reach that fuzzy place, chest swarming with satisfaction at every content sigh that slips from your mouth. And then he squeezes your waist. Enough to make you jump—and your mind isn’t quick enough to piece together what he’s doing until he’s squeezing again and you’re writhing under him, tortured laughs being forced from your mouth. His hands move all over your body, familiar with every part of you that is ticklish. Glimpses you catch through your clenched eyes show that Harry barely looks affected, curled lips the only indication that he’s having fun. It makes it all the more agonising as you suffer under his hands whilst he shows no sign that he’s doing anything.

You grasp at his hands desperately. “Please! Stop—please!” You’re laughing but it’s your body betraying you. Harry doesn’t look like he’s going to listen but then you remember the reason you woke him up in the first place. “I made you breakfast!” It comes out almost like a sob—a breathy, sad sob as all the air in your lungs is sucked out of you. His hands halt and you breathe in heavily, mouth turned into a frown.

“Did you now?” Harry hums, sitting back and letting you relax. He scratches at his chin and looks down at you, eyes thoughtful. You get up, pout still present as you present him with the tray. “Look at that.” He smiles again, reaching his eyes. “Treating me the way I deserve, huh?” Harry teases, accepting the tray as he sits back against the pillows.

You scowl. “Not anymore.”

“You started it, love. Bit me like a needy puppy.”

“You bit me and tickled me!” You huff, sitting on your knees next to him with wide eyes. He thinks you look so sweet—and a little bit pitiful.

“Mm, but you still started it, didn’t you?” Harry takes a long swig from the cup of coffee that’s cooling down fast.

“But breakfast,” you gesture to his lap and his eyes soften, knowing how happy it makes you to show your love this way.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Your eyes immediately sparkle and he holds a slice of toast in front of your mouth for you to take a little bite.

“But tell the chomp monster that I can be very mean when I want to be.”

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

blurb 8!! slow but steady LMFAO

Hold Me

Roman Roy x Reader

prompt: “I JS LOVE SEEING HIM ALL NEEDY AND SOFT I JUST WANNA BE THERE FOR HIM SBHSGAGAGS”

Word Count: 732

Dinner with the Roys was always a spectacle. You and Roman have been married a while now, but he never dreads these gatherings any less, even with you by his side.

After everyone’s eaten, you and Kendall mill about, glasses of lemonade in hand. One of his kids had made a pitcher, and you were more than happy to taste.

“It’s better than the one they serve at Waystar,” you tell Iverson conspiratorially, his father laughing. “No, seriously! You have talent. Keep experimenting.” You give Iverson a small ruffle of the hair before he runs off, Kendall following with a soft smile on his face.

Someone’s hand goes to cup the small of your back, and you know it’s Roman before even looking up. Both from the way his cologne smells and just the shape of his palm. He presses a kiss to your brow, pulling you so that you’re standing close enough to him that your bodies are touching.

“Hi,” he murmurs into your skin. He litters more open mouthed kisses onto your brow, staring off into space.

“Hi,” you repeat back. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, half dazed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, Ro?” you ask, pulling back to get a good look at his face. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced, his features heavily lined with exhaustion. You drop your voice so that only he can hear what you say. “You wanna go home?”

He’s hesitant, but he gives a minute nod of his head, and that’s all you need. You quickly say your goodbyes, slipping Kendall’s kids chocolates from your purse and giving Shiv and Ken short hugs. Your fingers tangle with Roman’s as you step out into the chill of the night, a cab already waiting for the two of you.

He doesn’t say anything the entirety of the trip back, instead just keeping his cheek pressed to your shoulder. You let your head lean on his, staring out into the night from the windshield. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your thigh, the contact barely registering. You’re not quite sure where his head’s at- something’s weighing on his mind, and he can’t seem to make sense of it.

You want to help lift this burden off of him, whatever it was, but you weren’t going to press him into sharing anything. He’d come talk to you when he was ready.

Roman doesn’t say anything the rest of the night except for ‘I love you’. Something’s obviously upset him, and you want to do whatever it is you can to bring him out of this spiral.

You’re sat bed now, in your pajamas, scrolling through some work emails on your phone when he settles in next to you. He shifts so that his body is in between your legs, his head settling on your stomach, hand guiding yours to his head. Wordlessly, you play mindlessly with locks of his hair, the way you know he likes, and he finally relaxes.

His eyes flutter shut as your nails rake gently over his scalp, and he heaves a long, heavy sigh. You lean down, letting your lips ghost over his forehead.

He gives a quiet grunt of contentedness, his brow furrowing. “Go to sleep, Ro. You need some rest.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, instead kissing the spot right above your belly button before burying his head back into your stomach.

“I love you,” he rasps.

“I love you too.” You don’t stop stroking his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

The next morning, he’s still clinging to you. The bare beginnings of his stubble are scratching at your neck, his head now pressed into the divot your neck makes when it meets your jaw. When you come to, you realize your limbs are sprawled out on the bed, and you attempt to stretch out. Your joints pop a bit, and Roman shifts, trying to press even closer to you.

“Why aren’t you holding me?” he whines quietly.

You let out an airy laugh, your heart warming. Your arms loop around him, anchoring him to you. One of your hands goes to his head, to his delight. Your other hand runs soothingly up and down his back, and he lets out a breath of air.

You litter kisses into his hair, eliciting soft, happy, noises from him.

“You’re a fuckin’ angel,” he breathes. “My angel.”

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[mamaestapa]

Love you writing and this idea! So fun. What about blurb where Joe takes his like 4 year old son to practice and you come and meet them there and watch them all playing

Take Your Son to Work Day|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe takes your four year old son to his practice for the day

•warnings: pregnancy and fluff, but that’s it :)

"Alright Jackie boy," Joe leaned down so he was level with his four year old son, "daddy's going to get a drink and then he'll be right back OK?" His son nodded, giving him a thumbs up, "OK daddy." Joe ruffled his sons dark blonde hair as he stood up from his crouched position.

Today was a special day for Joe. Not only was it the first practice of the new football season, but it was also the first time Joe got to bring his son to practice with him now that he's a little older. Jax went to a Bengals practice only one other time, that time being during Joe's rookie season when Jax was just a baby. Jax has been begging Joe to take him to practice with him for the past couple weeks. You and Joe told him he could go when there wasn't a super intense practice being held. Today was the perfect day for Jax to come to practice with Joe. You had a doctors appointment and needed someone to watch Jax, so Joe suggested he could take Jax with him today so that the two of them could have some "father son bonding time". All Joe would be doing today was working on his form and running a few drills with the coaches. The laid back practice gave Joe plenty of time to make important corrections and play with his son every once in a while.

After he was rehydrated, Joe walked back over to the bench Jax was sitting at on the sideline. The little boys bright blue eyes lit up as soon as he saw his daddy start to make his way back to the bench. Jax jumped up from the bench and grabbed a football that was sitting on the ground next to him.

“Daddy!” he yelled, “play catch with me!”

Joe looked over at the coaches he was working with today at practice. They just nodded and gave him a small smile, letting Joe know that it was OK for him to take a break and play with his son. Joe smiled and jogged the rest of the way back to the bench.

“You got the ball buddy?” he asked Jax. The blonde boy nodded, holding it out for his dad.

“Yep!” he grinned, “will you play with me daddy?” Joe smiled and reached out to give his sons shoulder a loving squeeze. “Of course, give me a second to take off some of my gear and then I will.” Jax nodded and grinned happily as he watched Joe take off his pads, leaving him in just a skin tight black tank. Joe picked up his jersey from the bench and threw it back on over his body before he turned to his son and held out his hands. Jax giggled and threw the football at his dad’s empty, waiting hands. Joe gripped the ball as Jax ran a ways down the field, giggling away as his little feet hit the turf. A wide grin broke out on Joe’s face as the sound of his sons joyous laughter filled his ears. Jax turned around and held his hands up.

“Throw it daddy!”

Joe chuckled and threw the football at his son. The little boy squealing as he ran for the ball. Cheering as soon as he caught it. “I caught it!”

Joe smiled, giving his son a thumbs up, “Good job Jackie boy! Throw it back.” He put his hands up in the air, getting ready to catch the ball. Jax threw the ball with as much force as his little body allowed him. The ball fell short making the little boy frown as he watched Joe walk up to where it landed.

“I’m sorry daddy, that was a bad throw.” The little boy frowned. Joe shook his head at his son, “No buddy, it was good. Daddy just can’t catch.” Jax laughed at his dads words, agreeing with him.

The two played catch for a while, both of them wearing wide grins and laughing together as they enjoyed their time bonding. Joe didn’t usually get to have one-on-one time with his son like this during the season, so he was enjoying every second of it.

Jax was getting ready to throw the ball to Joe again when he suddenly dropped it and let out a gasp. He took off running in Joe’s direction.

“Mommy!” the little boy yelled, running towards you. You laughed as you saw your little boy run at you with a big grin on his face. You crouched down to his level and held your arms out, smiling as your son got closer to you. He ran into your waiting arms, wrapping his little arms around your neck. “Hi Jaxie.” you said, your happy smile evident in your tone.

He pulled away from you, “Hi mommy. I missed you.” You smiled and stood up, grabbing your little boys hand. “I missed you too,” you looked up and saw Joe walking toward the two of you with a smile on his face. You smiled back and looked down at Jax, “did you have fun with daddy?” He nodded, “Mhm, we played catch!”

You opened your mouth, showing off your excitement, “You played catch?!” Jax nodded quickly, “Yeah!” You rubbed Jax’s back, “Well I’m so happy you had fun with daddy today.” Jax walked away from you and up to Joe, wrapping his arms around Joe’s thigh. “I had so much fun. Did you daddy?” The little boy looked up at his dad with his blue eyes that matched Joe’s. Joe smiled, bringing his hand down to his sons hair. “I had the best day ever with you buddy.”

Jax smiled and placed a kiss on his dads thigh, squealing as Ja’Marr came up behind him and picked him up.

“Uncle ‘Marr!” Jax squealed, “What you doing?” Ja’Marr laughed and put Jax back down on the ground, grabbing the football that Joe and Jax used to play catch. “C’mon little man, let’s play some more.”

“OK!” Jax cheered, running away from you and Joe to go play with his Uncle Ja’Marr. You and Joe watched with smiles on your faces as Ja’Marr threw the ball to your son. Joe sighed contently as he wrapped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you into his side.

“How was your appointment?” He asked, glancing down at you. You nodded, “Great. Baby Burrow is growing like a weed.” Joe smiled and brought his hand over to the side of your tummy. You were only eight weeks along, so you weren’t really showing yet, but Joe still loved to hold your belly.

“Good. I can’t wait to bring this one to practice someday too.”

You just smiled as you leaned further into your husbands touch, the two of you watching your son giggle away happily as he played catch with his uncles. Joe couldn’t wait for the day he’d get to bring both of his kids to practice with him.

hey loves!!

here’s the next blurb! i had to do this one tonight, i was in a dad joe mood🥰

also can you tell i’ve been watching too much sons of anarchy? lol

a couple more coming later!! feel free to send me more blurb ideas. i won’t get to them tonight, but they will be done for future blurb nights! :)

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

[BEDSIDE]:while sitting by the injured unconscious receiver’s bedside, sender reveals that they’re in love with them, unaware that the receiver is able to hear this revelation.

A/n:Game has got me pumped! So here is more shit about Leon.

He should have been more careful, he should have been paying better attention, if he did then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten injured and you wouldn’t have gotten injured.

Leon did his best to tune out whatever Chris was saying to him, only catching bits and pieces of what he was saying.

‘They’re stable now’ ; ‘they got lucky, I you can seem them.’

He couldn’t help but scoff at that, what’s lucky about almost dying by a Licker. Pushing up from his seat, he slowly made his way towards where they were keeping you. It made him feel sick just seeing you lying in the make shift bed.

This was his fault.

Reaching out, his hand shook for a moment before he tightly grasped, his body hunched as he let his hand slowly glide over the back of your hand.

“I’m so sorry…I’m sorry.” He’s already lost so many people, too many people he cared about, he couldn’t lose you too.

Closing his eyes he tried to push the memory of you getting injured out of his mind but it kept replaying over and over again. That damned Licker surprised you both and while he was able to kill the damn thing it still managed to swipe you.

It made him feel sick, it made him feel weak, it made him realize his feelings for you.

That he loved you.

Leon didn’t know what to think now, to suddenly be hit with the realization that he loved you. Bringing your limp hand to his lips he took a deep breath in as he placed a kiss on your finger tips.

“I.” Leon knew he had to say it, he had to say something. “I love you, I hope you and hate that I’m to scared to tell you y/n, that I’m to much of a coward to say it like this.”

A fog, that’s what your mind was in a fog.You we’re coming in and out of  consciousness. Leon’s voice was the only soils thing you heard. His voice was comforting and you couldn’t help but smile when you heard him.

You wanted to tell him that you felt the same way, that you loved him too but sleep was slowly pulling you back in. So you thought you’d do the only thing you could, with all the strength you could you let your fingers squeeze his.

Tomorrow, you would let him know tomorrow.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

begging for a tara fic using prompt number 16 on your special list for the franchise (preferably fem reader:)

‘’We might die tomorrow, so maybe you should give me one more kiss.’’

The timeline of Scream VI gets a little mixed in this one, but let’s pretend. I also got carried away and write 0.4k...oops

Warnings: mention of ghostface killing people and using a shotgun

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‘’Will this be enough? I think there’s another blanket in a closet somewhere—’’ 

‘’It’s fine.’’ Mindy took the pile of blankets and pillows Sam brought for her, Chad and Anika. ‘’Thanks, Sam.’’ 

You usually loved sleepovers, but this one sent chills up your spine. Ghostface was back and this one was absolutely nuts. You saw what he did on the news and you were so scared for Tara. She was legacy, there was high chances her name was on the masked killer’s list — again. 

After bidding them goodnight, you joined Tara in her room. It took a lot of convincing to get Sam to agree to this sleeping arrangement, but it was only for one night and the living room was already at full hospitality capacity.

She was sitting on her bed in her pajamas, holding a pillow as she stared into the void, her mind lost in her thoughts. You had expected her to be shaken up after her encounter with ghostface, which was why Tara insisted it would be good if you stayed in her room. She needed comfort. 

The floorboard creaked as you walked in, pulling Tara out of her head. 

‘’Can you make sure the window is locked?’’ 

You nodded and went to check. ‘’Locked,’’ you confirmed.

‘’Thanks.’’ Tara gave you a tight smile. 

You joined her on the bed and caught her teary eyes. ‘’I’m not gonna let that masked fucker touch a single hair on you again,’’ you promised. 

Tara sniffled, her mind filled with images of her past. He was back. ‘’I was so scared at the bodega. He took the guy’s shotgun—’’

Before she could finish her sentence, you pulled her into a warm hug, holding her close. ‘’It’s over. He’s gone.’’ For now, you added to yourself. 

You felt her cling onto your sleep shirt — which Tara had lent you and strangely resembled one of your shirts that had gone missing — and pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. Tara was brave and strong, but trauma had a way of lingering, casting shadows on even the toughest spirits. 

After a moment, she got quiet and still against you. You thought she had fallen asleep, but her small voice broke the silence. 

‘’We might die tomorrow, so maybe you should give me one more kiss.’’

You didn’t know if she was being pessimistic or if she was just trying to get more kisses, but you kissed her anyway. 

—

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[ddejavvu]

Request for Spencer who's s/o has a hugeee oral fixation like she loves giving him hickies and sucking his fingers but giving him hickies is his favorite but she makes sure to do most of them on his chest just so his co-workers won't see them.

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this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Y/N," Spencer warns, his word barely audible within the gasp that overtakes it, "That's- too close!"

You blearily blink your eyes open from where you're mouthing at Spencer's chest, finding that you're closer to his neck than you are his pecs. The mark blossoming over his skin won't be visible from under his shirt collar, but if you keep going, you'll give yourself away.

"Sorry," You murmur, voice sticky sweet with lust as your tongue laves back down to the subtle curve of his chest, "Y'don't wanna go into work with hickies, Spence?"

"Stop it," He means your teasing, not your affection, so you continue suckling lazily at his chest, "Morgan would never let me hear the end of it."

"He already doesn't let you hear the end of it," You remind him, well aware of the older agent's teasing, "Might shut him up, for once."

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[aperrywilliams]

blurb on what spencer would do to make reader feel better after an argument!!! maybe he made her cry???

He feels so bad about it! But passive-aggressive Spencer did it again.

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Over the years Spencer has been able to control his passive-aggressive attitude when he is mad. But this time he failed. He not only yelled at her but also said hurtful words he didn't mean it. He realized how deeply he fucked it up when the tears started to roll down her cheeks. He hates to see her cry. And knowing it was his fault only worsen the feeling.

Spencer tried to apologize immediately, but she cut him off.

“Get out!”

Then she grabbed his coat, threw it at him, and ushered him out of their shared apartment.

Now what? The old Spencer would sulk in his self-pity and stick his head under the ground. The old Spencer would feel like the right punishment is to endure a breakup for his own incompetence.

This Spencer, although, knows he needs to do amends. He loves her too much to hurt her like that and not do anything to fix it.

The next morning, she is getting out of the shower when she hears two knocks on the door. Seeing who it is, there is no one. But at the foot of the door, there is a paper bag with a note:

‘I know I fucked it up, and I’m sorry. You have the right to be upset and not talk to me, but this coffee and cheesecake are not to blame.’

She shook her head, seeing inside the bag: there were her favorite coffee and cheesecake. Of course, he knew her favorites. She was still mad at him and didn't want to talk, but the gesture was something.

That morning she couldn't concentrate at work, replaying the fight from the night before, the anger mixed with the sadness. She wanted to punch him, but also to hold him so badly.

Her phone chimed announcing a text message.

Spencer: ‘I know what I said was out of the line. Believe me, I didn't mean it. But I said it and I’m so sorry for hurting you. I hate myself for that. I would love to talk to you to explain myself, but I don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want it. Just know I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I love you.’

During the afternoon he sent one or two more texts. He didn't want to overwhelm her but let her know he was there and he was sorry.

The last one - almost at the end of the work day - was a voice message.

‘I’m in the apartment right now. If you don’t want to see me I could go. Or I can do dinner if you are up to that. Whatever works for you. I love you.’

She didn't reply to any of the other messages, but she did to this one with a text: ‘You can stay. Dinner would be good.’

What she didn't know was Spencer went the extra mile with dinner. Tablecloth, a homemade meal, and even dessert. He tidied the place, did the dishes and everything.

When she entered the apartment she was really surprised. Spencer was relieved of could see her even if he didn't apologize properly yet.

“Spencer-“ she started to say, but couldn’t finish, a lump forming in her throat.

“I know. I know. This is not the one percent of the things I should do to compensate for what I said and the way I hurt you. And I know I can’t take it back, but if there is something I could do right now it's showing that I care. I really care and I would do anything to get your trust back. I love you. So much. I want to be better, I really do. I want to be the man you deserve. Let me try again, please?”

She knew it was genuine. She had known Spencer for years by now, and he was telling the truth. Of course, she could forgive him, but they know there was still a rough patch they needed to overcome. But something in Spencer’s behavior told her he really mean it: he cares.

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[lnfours]

First time doing doggy with tom plssss

when did this become a WHORE HOUSE?!

just kidding, it's always a whore house here on toms-gf ;)

❗️ A LOT OF SMUT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE

i need holy water...

send me tom asks !

you felt peppered, wet hot kisses down your bare back, tom hovering over you with your face pressed against the pillows.

obviously the two of you had sex before, but not in a number of positions. and of course, your friends thought it'd be funny to get the both of you a book of 300 different sex positions. you weren't opposed to the idea of changing things up in the bedroom and neither was tom.

which is how you ended up face down, ass up in the bed on this particular night.

he was taking it slow, hands traveling over your soft skin as he pressed kisses to your shoulder blade. you smiled back at him as he leaned in closer, his lips capturing yours in a quick kiss.

"ready?" he asked and you nodded back him as his hands squeezed at your ass.

he pushed inside of you slowly, your face falling back down into the pillows as he grabbed at your hips, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he panted softly in your ear, letting a soft moan escape past his lips.

"fuck," he let out causing a small whine to come from your own lips, muffled by the fluffy pillows.

he started pushing in and out of you slowly, head rolled back in pure bliss as he took in the view of your ass pressing up against the bottom of his stomach.

you turned your head to the side to speak, "faster, tom. please."

you let out a gasp as he happily obliged. the only sounds in the room were the sounds of skin clapping together and his and your moans. he gently slapped the cheek of your ass, causing you to let out an even louder moan. he already knew that you liked to be choked and that you liked your ass slapped from the amount of times you've ridden him. everything else was the same, just a different view.

he leaned down, his fingers making their way to your clit as he rubbed tight, small circles. you whined into the pillow, hands gripping at the comforter that was slowly becoming out of place from it's previous state which was tucked in and perfectly made. now it was disheveled and a mess.

but you really couldn't complain.

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[topguncortez]

How would Jake help reader through a panic attack?

Jake, honestly, at first would freeze and just watch as you claw at your chest, struggling to breathe. It would take him a moment to comprehend the situation, but once he does, he's jumping into action.

He's grabbing your hands, making sure you aren't hurting yourself, he'd give them a squeeze, and help you kneel down on the ground so you don't pass out.

He'd then instruct you to try and match his breathing: "Breathe with me, baby. In for five, out for three. Feel my heart beating," He'd place one of your hands on his chest to feel his heart, "Make yours match mine."

Jake would remember those exercise pamphlets he saw on your bedside table one night.

"Can you name five things you can see?"

"How about four things you can taste?"

"Three things you can smell?"

"Two things you can touch?"

"One thing that you love?"

When you were finally breathing normally, and shaking from the adrenaline leaving your body, he would pull you into his arms and hold you as tightly as you want him to.

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[thisismeracing]

📚 + Lewis Hamilton please? Thank youuu 🤍

Bookish Bliss | LH44 (Preview)

⸺ the one where you're a bookworm and he decides to try a TikTok challenge on Valentines' day. . ✓ tooth rotting fluff.

⁕ lovers, players, and racers blurb night (open) ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

Money wasn’t a problem for Lewis.

Spending it also wasn’t something that made him think twice. He had enough for him, his charity organizations, and his family, which included you. However, you did not like the perspective of him spending money on you. Every other anniversary you had to remind him of some kind of budget, which would consist of telling him that whatever he wanted to get couldn’t cost him hundreds (either dollars or millions – yeah, millions because that was Lewis and he knew no limits for those he loved. You were pretty sure that if you asked for a star, he wouldn’t bat an eye and get it for you).

This was your fifth Valentines’ together, and he decided on a different approach. Lewis knew you were a bookworm, and knew you wouldn’t mind doing those cute TikTok trends. That would be something acceptable for you, and something he would find joy in. For the first time you wouldn’t mind the amount of money because it felt like something normal, plus you could never spend hundreds and hundreds on books in two minutes – unless, of course, you were shopping it online, then, sure enough, you could go over the card's limit.

“How many minutes do I have again?” You asked, straightening your spine and looking around the bookstore.

“One minute to go over and find the titles you may like, and two minutes to grab whatever you want,” he winked at you, fixing the angle of the camera. You smiled, nodded and he hit the timer.

...

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[lcandothisallday]

imagine him spitting “y/n” in the crowd and doing this exact thing ugh ❤️‍🩹

(I’m not quite sure what you mean by spitting but Ima just assume you meant ‘saying’ LMAO)

“Oh my god!” you heard a girl screech, your head turning to look at where the sound came from and to your unfortunate luck, it was directed at you. So much for trying to be incognito. “Aren’t you Jack’s girlfriend?!” the other girl asked with an excited expression on her face.

Your cheeks began to heat up as you smile basfully, trying to look away because the attention made you a bit nervous. “Um yeah,” you chuckle, confirming their suspicion. “I’m Y/N. What are your names?”

The two girls told you their names and you hummed as you committed them to memory. “Why are you in the crowd and not backstage?” one of them asked.

You shrugged as you glanced over at the stage and then back at them. “I don’t know. It’s just a different experience when you feed off of the crowd’s energy. Plus--I get to see him perform better...it’s not just his back,” you explain with a laugh. 

You talk with the girls a bit longer before the show begins and you hear an uproar of screams once Jack comes on stage. You can’t help your grin as Jack’s enthusiastic energy comes through with his performance.

At one point, around halfway through the show, you see his eyes scan the crowd with slightly furrowed brows. He brings his mic up to his lips. “Y/N—where you at baby girl?” The girls that you had spoken to scream to get his reaction, causing Jack to whip his head towards your section with the biggest grin. “There you are,” he hummed, bringing his mic down and just silently observing you with a look of pure adoration, causing your cheeks to heat up immensely.

“I love you” he mouthed exaggeratedly, the grin not leaving his lips before he sent a wink your way, causing everyone to swoon, yourself included of course.

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[cherryjuiceblues]

for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

sleepover tag!

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

blurb 2 of blurb night!!!

Pretzels

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: “Something domestic? Having kids? Idk?”

all you had to say was kids and I wrote way too much. thank you for requesting, finally feeding the kendall girlies <3 love u enjoy x

Word Count: 1.146k

“When do you land?”

“Yeah, Daddy, you have to tell us so that we can come get you from the airport!” your daughter exclaims, giddy at the thought of her father finally returning home.

Kendall had left a few weeks ago for Europe to handle some things for his father and Waystar. It’s his first time away from your four year old, your only child, for longer than a day. You know it’s difficult for him, and even more so for your girl. You and her are the center of his universe- if something is wrong with one of you, no matter how minuscule, his entire life would be thrown off kilter. Just knowing she misses him, that you miss him, gives him the strength to get through his days without you both.

“I think I’ll land at nine. That’s past your bedtime, sweetie, you sure you’ll be awake?” His voice is soft, affectionate. You smile down at your phone as if he can see you, and your daughter giggles.

“Yes, I’ll be awake! I pinky swear!”

You stroke her hair as she speaks excitedly to your husband. She’s sat in your lap, leaning back into you, into your warm embrace. She clutches your phone in your hands.

“Do you think you can hand the phone to Mommy? I want to talk to her.”

“Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

She hands the phone back to you, satisfied with the conversation. “Hi, Ken,” you murmur happily after taking the call off of speaker.

“Hey, babe. I miss you,” he admits softly. “It’s hard when you’re not with me.”

“You poor thing,” you say teasingly. “I miss you, too. We both do.”

Your daughter is curled up against you, face buried in your chest as you continue to stroke her hair. You’re positive she’s about to fall asleep, which is all the better. It’s a long way to the airport. You’ll strap her into her car seat and she’ll sleep through the ride, surely waking up on time to see her dad. Even if she doesn’t, it’s fine. Kendall will kiss all over her face and tuck her in back at home.

“I’ll call again when we’re let into the airport, okay? I love you very much.”

You’re still smiling at nothing. “I love you, too. Very much,” you parrot back. When he hangs up, you’re daughter is sound asleep, clinging to you. You press a kiss to her forehead. “Sweet girl,” you murmur to her sleeping form.

You hoist her up in your arms, keeping her pressed to you as you get to your feet. Subconsciously, her arms tighten around you, her head burying deeper into your neck.

She whimpers a bit in her sleep when you set her down in her car seat. She doesn’t want to sperate from you. You dot kisses on both of her cheeks, and she relaxes, cute face smoothing out.

You begin the arduous drive, eyes flickering up to the rear view mirror to check on your daughter. Kendall texts you when you’re twenty minutes away- the plane’s landed, he’s probably going to be another hour.

You park in the cell phone lot and wait for him to call. The forty minutes pass excruciatingly slowly, but they pass.

“Ken,” you say softly in greeting.

“Just got off the plane.” At that, you unbuckle your seatbelt and round the car to retrieve your daughter. He tells you the terminal number where he’ll come out, and then has to hang up.

As gently as possible, you nudge her awake. She whines at your touch, wanting to stay asleep. “Come on, lovey. We’re going to go to Daddy.”

At that, she’s up. You walk hand in hand through the airport, your steps slowing to match her little ones. She tries rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, but you know the second Kendall picks her up, she’ll knock out on his shoulder.

When you spot him, it’s like the weight of the world is lifted off of your shoulders. You nudge your daughter then point. “Look, baby, who’s that?”

She barely registers in her sleepy stupor. “Daddy!” she exclaims, letting go of your hand and running towards him, arms extended. You follow, albeit slowly, and let them have their moment. Kendall kneels, allowing your daughter to throw herself into his arms. He lifts her up along with him as he gets back to his feet, his tie now askew. He whispers something to her, to which he gets a giggle. He sets her back down, now reaching for you. You can’t stop the massive smile from forming on your face.

Neither of you say anything, his hand coming to cup the back of your head. You kiss, long and deep, your hands settling on his stomach. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your brow, your hair, pulling you tightly to him. He keeps his nose buried in your hair for a moment, taking a deep breath.

You straighten his tie, hands smoothing over his chest. You peck him on the lips.

“Welcome back,” you tell him. His hand moves from the back of your head down to the small of your back, opening his other arm for your daughter. She presses her head to his thigh, and his fingers smooth through her hair.

He keeps a hand on you as he digs around in his satchel. He just needs to be touching you. He can’t bear not having your skin on his any longer. “I have something very special for you,” he says to your daughter, who immediately perks up. “Open your hands, baby.”

She does. One by one, he drops bag after bag of packaged airline pretzels into her hands. Her jaw drops in childish glee at her new treasure. It isn’t much, but pretzels are her favorite at the moment. It makes you so fucking happy he’s a wonderful father. You couldn’t have chosen a better person.

She clutches the bags to her chest, ecstatic grin on her face. “You’re the best daddy ever!”

He leans down to press a smattering of kisses to her forehead. “Anything for my little girl. Besides, I have better things for you at home,” he says mysteriously, giving her cheek a pinch. Your daughter practically skips back to the car, you and Kendall following hand in hand, his suitcase dragging behind him.

Back at home, you and Kendall sit curled together on the couch. His blazer is draped over your laps in a weak attempt at warming you. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of your neck, your head tucked under his. Your daughter, with a renewed energy, sits on the floor in front of you playing with her Barbies.

There’s a pile of airplane pretzels in the corner of the room, a not-so-secret stash for later.

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