#he could be pissed about how busy we are and then he'll ask me for something in the sweetest voice and say 'i appreciate you ya know'

[undiscovered-horizon]

[It’s considered good etiquette to ask a man about his wife’s wellbeing. Except if the man in question is Dracule Mihawk.]

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Garp hates having to call Mihawk, mainly because of the warlord's attitude. Used to the usual "yes, sir!" of the Marines, a man with his own will and agenda is not something he entirely knows how to navigate. Especially since both of them know that the World Government needs the warlords more than they need the bureaucracy. And that doesn't exactly help in exercising power.

His attempts at diplomacy have burst into flames each time and today isn't going to be much different:

"How’s the missus?" Garp asks in the nicest tone he can force although he's aware that Mihawk knows how much the vice admiral hates asking for Dracule's assistance.

Mihawk only scoffs. "Are you calling just to spoil my mood or is there another reason for your impertinence?"

"I was just trying to-"

"Don't," he cuts him off in a stern voice. "If you have business with me, speak fast. If you're interested in my wife, I know where you live, Garp. I'd suggest losing your unwelcome nosiness before you lose something else."

Little did Garp know at the time but his little question was possibly the worst strategy he could think of. Dracule Mihawk is not like most men and the mere mention of his wife by acquaintances only enrages him. Work and private life do not ever mix. And he'll be damned if someone tries to breach that, even in the form of a courtesy. Therefore, the rest of the call was filled with openly insulting answers that were bold even for Mihawk. A veiled threat or two also found their way into their rather tense conversation.

You know he's done with Garp when he lets out a frustrated grunt. Sometimes you wonder if this grumpy, forever dissatisfied version of him is the only side of Mihawk his acquaintances know. Maybe he really is two men in the form of one.

He's sitting at his desk, thinking about something and not bothering to get up for now. Considering the fact that his hat is lying on the table and not on his head, Mihawk is probably not planning on going out anytime soon. Then again, judging by his spoiled mood, his homestay is a blessing for the first poor sods that would cross his path.

In slow steps, you stroll to his side, letting your hand brush through his hair. He doesn't say anything, only leans his head further towards you. The thing about Mihawk is that he loved to reject and decline but he never does so to you. No, in your case it's the opposite - he revels in allowing you whatever you want.

So intimidating and combative, yet soft and looking for intimacy. Truly, two men with the face of one.

"My mother used to say that each grey hair is one thing we worry about," you say quietly. "At this rate, love, your whole head will be white by noon."

"Your mother also says that milk goes sour because gnomes piss in it," he retorts. Yes, your mother and her strange folk beliefs... She's probably the only person Mihawk can force himself to be nice to despite his dislike.

His response earns a hearty laugh from you. Clear as day, you can see his posture relax as he listens to the music of your happiness. If he even thinks about the possibility of Garp or any other of his acquaintances hearing it, he might just get furious again.

"Well, nobody's perfect," you say between chuckles.

Then, Mihawk gently grabs your hand and lowers it to his face. With softness and passion that hardly befits a man of his infamy, he kisses the inside of your hand. "You seem to be doing so effortlessly."

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[norrisleclercf1]

Ugh possessive Lando was so good and I can so see him like that. In interviews he’s so sweet but god forbid someone stares at you to long, doesn’t matter if they’re in a relationship or not.

Lando hated when there was a barrier between you two. He hated when he could see you stand in the crowd and keep your arms tight around yourself staring at people and stepping back when they got to close.

You would smile at fans who noticed you but they didn't approach as they could tell you didn't seem comfortable with it. Lando was somewhat proud of his fans, but right now he was wishing that the interviewers would hurry the fuck up so he could go to you and take you somewhere quite.

You must've felt his eyes on you and you stop smiling softly and give him a little wave. Lando's smile grows and the interviewer notices and turns and notices you, a smirk growing on the person's face.

"Is that your girlfriend? She's very cute." Lando's attention is snapped right to the person as he tries hard to control his facial expressions. "She's none of your business." Lando replies, all his earlier humor gone, but clearly that wasn't picked up by the interviewer.

"What's her name? We haven't seen her here before. Doesn't seem like your type." That has Lando seeing red. He never wanted people to talk about you, you didn't want to hide but at the same time you didn't want to put yourself out there for others to notice. "This interview is over," Lando hisses, not caring for the reprimand he'll get from Zak. But after some explaining his boss will settle on his side.

"Hi," You smile and Lando doesn't say anything, taking his hat off and placing it on your head and starts to drag you through the crowd. He doesn't stop for fans until he gets you safely in the motorhome. "Stay here, I'll be back." He whispers, kissing the top of your head, before heading back out, fans screaming.

You don't know how long you sat there, but scrolling through twitter you stop seeing the earlier interview and turning it up, but as you watch you feel yourself shrink more and more seeing how angry Lando got at the interviewer for asking about you.

Starting to feel self-conscious about it, Lando picks that time to storm in and stops, seeing what was one the small TV and his face turns thunderous again. "Fucking bastard, shouldn't have used you to get to me." You look down, but Lando refuses to let you go down that hole.

"Y/n, stop. I reacted that because I got possessive, he kept staring at you like a creep and I hated it. It pissed me off," He admits and you sigh, wrapping your arms around him and pull him down, kissing his cheek.

"I love you," Lando smiles and pulls you in hugging you tighter. He didn't ever want to let you go, and he wasn't going too.

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[phntmeii]

If you write for e42 miles could you write some hcs for him

♡ Dating Earth-42 Miles Morales Headcanons:

❝ I'm Miles Morales. But you... you can call me the Prowler. ❝

[SFW + Fem Terms Used]

A/N: That accent went crazy for the movie ngl. I’m so hyped for more of him ahhsidjs. Sorry for this one being a tad shorter just because we didn't get to see enough of this ver. of Miles </3 Also, requests are open ofc :) ty anon!!

🕸️ This version of Miles is much more serious about his work and how busy he can be. He didn’t think he had time to look for someone.

🕸️ Then, there was you. Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of you, just watching as you passed by. He’s having an internal conflict because he doesn’t want to invest himself in someone just to lose them but he can’t stop thinking about you.

🕸️ So he ends up defaulting to just watching you from afar for a while to try and learn what's special about you. And with each day, that feeling grows until he just one day does it and talks to you.

🕸️ He's confident but quiet. A lot of his sentences are short and to the point. He looks down at you as you talk, keeping his eyes on yours. He's giving his full attention to you.

🕸️ He also does the thing of having his hands in his pockets and leaning down to hear you better. He knows exactly what's he's doing.

🕸️"Shit... desculpa, ma... didn't hear you. Say it again for me?"

🕸️ I think this version of Miles would be the least obvious with his feelings at first. Half the time you can't tell if he's actually into you or not because he seems disinterested most of the time but when he's in his room, he's sat listening to love songs and picturing different scenarios with you.

🕸️ His mother taught him right so when he does ask you out, it's not a casual text of "will you be my girlfriend" or something basic like that. He's taking you out at night to somewhere with a nice view where he has your favorite flowers, then he asks.

🕸️ He isn't too big into PDA. Not because he doesn't love giving you his attention but because Miles is a very chill and settled guy in public.

🕸️ Most of his "PDA" are small things like hand holding and whispering romantic things into your ear.

🕸️ Yes, many of his pet names and flirty comments will be in Spanish just because he knows you like it. He usually defaults to "mami" or "mamas" when talking to you.

🕸️ Once he's more comfortable, he likes to be a tease because he knows it sets you off especially if you're busy. He'll just open up your window and sneak in while you're doing your work just to feel you.

🕸️ He'll have a dumb grin as you smack him away, putting his hands up in surrender. "Ay, lo siento, mami... Didn't know my girl was so focused."

🕸️ There are some times where he just sweeps you away from your work any way because he wants to spend time with you. He'll never admit to being clingy despite doing that.

🕸️ Definitely the type to do shit just to try and piss you off cause he thinks he’s funny. He’ll rest his arm on top of your head, make jokes when he sees you’re annoyed and act like he’s the one wearing the pants in the relationship to friends when in reality, he’s all too obsessed with you and treats you like royalty.

🕸️ In public, acting like the man, meanwhile in private, he’s all “yes ma’am omw o7”. LMAO

🕸️ Miles can instantly tell when you're in a bad mood. A slight change in the way you text and he's already thinking about how to fix it.

🕸️ "good morning mamas 💜" "morning" "tf is 'morning'?? nah, start over." "what?" "my girl not starting the day like this. im coming over."

🕸️ Miles' main Love Languages are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

🕸️ Miles needs to be around you which is why he'll sneak off to see you. It doesn't matter if you're busy with something, he'll just watch you and keep you company as you do it. (Although, he might try and distract you.)

🕸️ He’ll let you do his skincare or do his hair (if you know how) but he’ll likely complain the whole time even if there’s no reason to.

🕸️ Like he’ll complain about not being able to touch his face when he has a face mask on or that you’re being too rough when doing his hair even though he loves when you do this for him (He’s being dramatic.)

🕸️ “Ay- Shit! You havta fuckin’ pull that hard?” “You want your braids to look good or not?” “I want to have hair by the end of this.” *proceed to smack the side of his head with a brush*

🕸️ He’s definitely a flirty guy. He’ll text you suggestive messages when he knows you’re in public or at a family event just to mess with you. He’ll also send super romantic paragraphs to you over text when he knows you’re asleep.

🕸️ There is no insecurities allowed about yourself when you’re with Miles. The moment he hears self doubt, he’s showering you with praise because his girl is perfect in his eyes. There is no one else but her.

🕸️ "baby. i feel ugly today" "ugly?? tf are u on?" "i just feel idk like gross" "mami don't start allat. u know ur too fucking gorgeous to think like that." He then sends several 1-3 min voice messages freaking out to you about how lucky he is so you know that it is impossible for you to be "ugly" in his eyes.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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[dilvuc]

their last argument w/ you

❥part 2

❥characters: kaeya, diluc, childe

❥plot: (character) reacted to the news of male!reader passing away after a huge argument and their last words to the reader was something really hurtful

❥genre: angst

❥gender: male

❥warnings: mentioned of death and disease

❥requested: from wattpad

Diluc

you two got into a huge argument. you started the argument first when the male was looking down on you.

the hurtful words were: “you're not suitable for a knight. if only i hadn't fallen in love with you.”

after hearing those words, you just leave without a word, ignoring your boyfriend's protest. diluc will probably know that you will come back, but he has yet to realize that it will be his last argument with you.

"What do you want? I'm busy." Diluc snarled while continuing to write something.

"...Hopefully this isn't the bad time to tell you this…but…" Kaeya frowned.

"...?"

"...The Grand Commander of the Knight Of Favonius…is gone." Kaeya expressed.

"...? I…What do you mean…?"

Kaeya bit his lips, "...I mean…he's passed on…"

The sound of the books dropping to the floor captured Kaeya's attention. He looks up at the red haired man glaring at him.

"You're lying…" Diluc glared. "You're lying! There's no way!"

"He went on a dangerous mission with one of the knights yesterday, but…this morning, only the knight returns. Not Commander [Y]..."

"You…! What happened…?!" The red haired man hollered.

"...The knight told us…that the grand commander died while protecting the knight. He was mentally injured and lost a lot of blood." Kaeya expressed. "His last word was “I'm sorry”..."

"..." Diluc's eyes widened with horror after hearing the news. He turned his back towards the periwinkle, "...Leave…"

"Luc–"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! LEAVE!" Diluc snapped. Before Kaeya could speak, he kept quiet and left. Diluc slammed his fist on the table, knocking the ink on the paper he was writing on. "DAMNIT!!"

diluc just wishes he can take back those hurtful words he ever said to you. it could have been him.

Kaeya

you and kaeya argue sometimes, but quickly make up with cuddles.

this one is different. kaeya noticed that you were more focused on your work rather than him. you are the stylist in mondstadt, working on clothing, make-up, hair, etc.

kaeya been trying to get your attention, but you just ignore him and continue working.

it was the last straw.

kaeya being a brat, started arguing with you about how you were only focused on your work and not him. it captured your attention.

you had to turn away from your work and argue with the male and was annoyed at how whiny he is when you're not paying attention to him.

it pissed kaeya off. those words made your heart drop: “no wonder your parents never want you…”

you were both pissed off and heartbroken by those words, leading you to storm out of the house and walk off into the rain, ignoring kaeya calling your name.

kaeya had to go to the tavern to drink, just to forget about the argument until he's drunk. rosaria had to take him home and rest.

the next day…

"...Damnit…" Kaeya mumbled as he leaned up and rubbed his temper. He looks to his side and notices that you're still not in bed. "...He'll come back. Maybe…I can visit the shop."

what he didn't know that is going to be tragic. he went to visit the shop, but it was closing down.

"Eh? What's going on? Why is the shop closing down?" Kaeya asked the man.

"Sorry, sir, we– Ah, you're Kaeya, correct?"

"Yes, I am. Can you explain to me what's going on?" Kaeya asked.

"...He hasn't told you…?"

"Who told me what? [Y]...?"

"So, he hasn't…Ah…Sorry for breaking the news to you, but your boyfriend had a serious illness when he was a child." The doctor told the periwinkle.

"What…? So, those pills are…"

"Yes. He was told that his last day would be in his mid-20s. I wasn't expecting it to be today." The doctor frowned.

"W-what…?" Kaeya's eye's widened in horror. "It can't be…! There had to be a mistake! He would have told me all of this, but why did he hide it from me?!"

"Sorry, Sir Kaeya…" the doctor frowned.

"...no…" Kaeya shook his head. "It can't be…Damnit…"

he really wishes he knew…

Childe

the struggle of keeping childe from causing a fight is torture. the orange haired harbinger always put himself in the unwanted danger. as the 11th harbinger, it's your job to keep the 12th harbinger from getting caught into trouble.

you had to be involved in this type of danger. if he's in trouble, then you'll go with him. there's no escaping.

that's when you had enough. you argued that the male was being childish despite being the youngest harbinger. childe wouldn't care less about how you scolded him for being so childish.

he's the type to argue, but he just gave you the silent treatment. you didn't even bother trying to argue again and just walk it off.

"...Geez, where the hell is he…?" Childe grumbled, tapping his foot on the floor, but that was when he realized that you both got into an argument. "Ah…right…There's no point in waiting if he's mad at me. I should apologize."

"Apologized to your daddy?" Scaramouche asked, leaning on the wall.

"Tch! The hell you want from me?" Childe scoffed.

"Your daddy is not here. No longer a harbinger." Scaramouche told the orange haired man.

"Huh? Why is that?" Childe asked.

"That idiot covers you up after Tsaritsa finds out about you helping that outlander." Scaramouche glared. "He is covering it up for you to keep your family safe. Hmph! What a dumbass."

Childe flinched, "What…happened to him…?"

"Hehehe~ What do you think would happen to him…? He broke the rules and was to be executed by the god."

"What?! No…! No! No! How stupid can he be?!" Childe exclaimed.

"You're the cause of all of this. Not him." Scaramouche smirked. "You put him in this situation…"

childe knew he was right. if he wasn't so stupid, then he would had accepted the consequences, not you.

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[nikoisanidiot]

hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

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[strangersteddierthings]

Writing Prompt from this list, #81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” requested by @irregularbee

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Eddie's bouncing his leg furiously and a little mindlessly. He's aware that he's doing it but doesn't care to stop. He's full of energy that's just been building and building since Steve picked him up this morning. The sky is dark and the low rumble of thunder echoes. His fingers itch with the need to roll the window down to hear it louder.

"I told you we should have left an hour earlier," Steve says from the driver's seat in a mocking tone, misinterpreting Eddie's energy. Which Eddie can't blame him for. They don't hang out. At least, not just the two of them. When everyone gathers together, Steve and he are technically hanging out, even if all Steve does is watch him from afar with this Look he can't quite decipher and then spends all his time doing his best to avoid Eddie.

It's the strangest fucking thing. Dude drags his half-dead ass out of the Upside Down, making Eddie stay awake and swears he'll be fine and then seems to hate Eddie for having actually survived.

Fuck. That's not true. If Steve did hate Eddie, they wouldn't be here now, driving back from Indianapolis.

Eddie had got a call from the music shop up there; his guitar was in and ready to be picked up. Which was fuckin' weird because Eddie did not order, nor could he afford, a new guitar after the gate ripping through Hawkins had destroyed the trailer and his sweetheart along with it.

Anyway, he'd argued with the dude. No, I didn't order that. Send it back. Can't afford it.

The poor employee had gotten done with Eddie quickly, saying 'The guitar is paid for!! I don't care who paid for it, but it's done, and we were told to call an Eddie Munson at this number and let him know. Either pick it up by end of the week, or I'm gonna take it home!' before hanging up on Eddie.

And well. Free guitar.

He'd actually asked Nancy to drive him because his van was still in the shop (some asshole had found where he'd abandoned it and went to town. Eddie's afraid to hear how much it's gonna cost to fix his van up). Nancy had said she was busy and called Steve over.

"Steve, Eddie needs a ride to Indianapolis tomorrow. You available?" she plastered a smile onto her face while staring Steve down. The two seem to have an entire conversation with just their eyes and the tilting of their heads before Steve's face had turned red (probably pissed at Nancy) and he let out a defeated sigh.

"Yeah. I'll pick you up early, Munson. Be up."

And now here they were. Eddie's beautiful new guitar, mysteriously paid for, along with a case, taking up the backseat of the BWM. Weird, tense energy in the car. Eddie's leg bouncing because the thunder is rolling, and he wants to feel the rain falling.

"I wasn't ready when you showed up at the ass crack of dawn, Stevie," Eddie says, finally responding to Steve's comment, turning to look at the side of Steve's stupid, handsome face.

"Ten AM is not the ass crack of dawn," Steve rolls his eyes. "I told you to be up early, which might I add, early is closer to seven AM than ten. But I knew that would actually be too early for you so I-"

Steve continues but Eddie tunes him out. He doesn't want a lecture. He's not one of the damn kids. Steve's not his mother. Eddie turns his face away to look out the passenger window as the storm breaks loose. The thunder rumbles loud and the rain drops heavy and Eddie watches as lightning flashes brightly. "Stop the car."

"-ould go to breakfast with me and- what?" Steve was apparently still talking. Had been in the middle of a sentence, but Eddie's not interested in whoever he'd been talking about having breakfast with.

"Stop the car. I need out. Wanna feel the rain," Eddie says, fingers tapping on his knees as his leg still bounces.

Steve gives him a quick sideways glance but doesn't look away from the road. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

"Yes."

Steve huffs out a breath that could almost be a laugh (Eddie's certain is just another defeated sigh), but he does it. Flips the blinker on (even though there's not another car around for probably miles) and pulls of the side of the road. Flicks the hazards on after putting the car in park. "Alright then. Let's go play in the rain."

Eddie unbuckles and crawls from the car. He's wearing his leather jacket, so he quickly strips that off to the Metallica tank underneath.

The rain feels blessedly cool on his skin, and he can feel the rumble of the thunder in his chest. There's nothing but flat land between Hawkins and anywhere, really, so Eddie's got plenty of room to spread his arms and spin in the rain. It's windy enough the Eddie's hair whips around, and it doesn't take too long before he feels the bandana he'd had on get pulled from his head.

He stops spinning and has to take several seconds to make sure he's not going to stumble before he can look up and search for where the wind might have taken his bandana.

The last thing he expects to see is that Steve is already chasing it down. He didn't even hear Steve get out of the car. The wind whips the bandana up and swiftly changes direction to throw it back towards Steve. It's not aimed right at him, though, so he watches as Steve throws an arm out and lunges to the side, catching it out of the air by just his fingertips.

Steve turns to Eddie and sees him watching. Surprisingly, amazingly, Steve beams at him. A smile that Eddie doesn't think he's ever seen on Steve's face before, happy and a little proud. He thrusts the hand gripping the bandana into the air with a victory punch. "Caught it!"

Eddie can barely hear him over the storm and the blood pounding in his own ears. Steve is soaked, hair clinging to face, shirt sticking to his body, and looking so damn good with a smile on his face. Eddie stands frozen as Steve jogs up to him.

"Watched the wind rip this right off your head," Steve says, like Eddie hadn't been an active participant in the wind stealing his bandana. Steve doesn't offer him his bandana back, though. Just stands there, smile still on his face even as the rain slaps into it.

"Thanks, I guess," Eddie says, dumbly.

The smile leaves Steve's face slowly, like he's realizing something and doesn't like it. "Right." Lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating Steve's face brightly for just a second but it's enough for Eddie to see, like, really see, Steve.

He's got that Look on his face, but Eddie can see hurt laced under it this time and Eddie finally fucking sees.

Everything plays through his head again, as Eddie filters through it with a different understanding now; Steve's eyes always on him when he's near but not brave enough to approach. When Nancy volunteered Steve as today's driver, Steve wasn't angry, he was blushing. Steve wasn't mocking him about the time they left Hawkins this morning, he was teasing. Steve was laughing earlier, and he probably wasn't lecturing Eddie, either. More teasing.

Steve had pulled over to the side of the highway so Eddie could feel the rain on his skin and had said 'Let's go play in the rain'. Let's. As in, Steve had wanted to join him.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Steve has a crush on him and has been being shy about it.

But now he's watching Steve retreat to his car, rejection lining the edges of his hunched shoulders. Because of course he'd think Eddie's rejected him. Eddie's been nothing but dismissive and distant all day. He'd already written Steve off, thinking he was an asshole and it's Eddie who's been the asshole.

"Wait!" Eddie shouts, because he needs Steve to stop walking away. It works. Steve does wait. Holy shit, Steve's got it so bad for him, doesn't he? Steve turns back around, and he just looks confused as Eddie closes the distance between them.

"Dude, I'm such an idiot," Eddie says and Steve snorts a laugh at his expense but that's fine. He offers up a hand to Steve, "Play in the rain with me, Steve."

Steve looks from the hand to Eddie's face and back before he reaches out and takes Eddie's hand.

Eddie uses his other hand to grasp Steve's other hand, the bandana squished between their palms, and spins, taking Steve with him. He's so got to apologize for being an asshole later.

#steddie #writing prompt #my fic #barely edited

[mira-miraaa]

I Still Don’t Like You

✧ pairing: uni student!eren x fem!reader

✧ summary: while waiting for your friend, armin to arrive, you’re unfortunately stuck with his unsociable and unbearable roommate, eren. and as the storm rages on outside, you and eren find every little single thing to bicker about until all that frustration morphs into lust.

✧ content: 18+ MDNI, one shot, uni au, hatesex kind of-ish, thigh riding, penetrative sex, mild degradation, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, creampie, daddy kink, forced proximity, unprotected sex, wc 5.4k

✧ note: trying to write a hatesex scene but i’m too much of a softie so let’s see how this goes

The chime of the doorbell, followed by three knocks, came as a nuisance to Eren, who was too busy playing a video game. He assumed the person on the other side would get the hint that no one would answer, but by the fourth knock, he forced himself off the sofa. He should've guessed it was you - no one else was as persistent. And no one else would be outside while it was pouring rain. Yet, you were there, clothes drenched and shoes stained with grass blades and mud.

"Armin isn't here," Eren said, ready to shut the door.

"I know," you replied. "He told me to wait since he'll be back soon. He said he would send you a text telling you I'd stop by."

"Well, he didn't." He confirmed confidently, even though he hadn’t checked his phone in the past hour.

"He said he did."

"Nope."

Eren noticed your jaw clench before you pulled your phone from your pocket and began scrolling. He sighed, leaning his weight onto the doorframe as he waited for you to shove the device in his face. He read the exchanged messages, and you weren't lying. Armin did tell you to “make yourself at home” while he was away. Well, shit, Eren thought. He couldn't send you away. If he did, Armin would have a field day lecturing him about how he shouldn't be so rude. Lucky for you, Eren didn't want to listen to Armin's speeches.

"Take your shoes off." He begrudgingly opened the door wider.

"I was planning to."

To Eren's surprise, Armin, in fact, did send a message alerting him about your arrival. Followed by a string of texts asking why he wasn't responding and warning him not to ignore the doorbell. Eren tossed his phone back onto the sofa after sending an "okay" back as a response. It was an hour too late, but at least he had replied. After a few seconds, you appeared in the living room while Eren was already settled on the couch, placing his headphones back on paying no attention to you.

“Who was at the door?” Jean’s voice asked though the headset.

“Armin’s friend.”

“Who?” Jean persisted.

“Some chick.” He responded annoyed by Jean's questions. “Reiner! We were supposed to head right not left!” Eren shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“The pretty one?” Reiner piped up.

“Now you pay attention?” Eren scoffed.

“Well, is it her?” Jean added.

“Yeah, now pay attention.” Eren rolled his eyes as the two idiots continued to talk about you. They were barely paying any attention to the game. Eren didn’t understand why they were so taken by you. Sure, you weren’t ugly, but you were annoying and rude. So fucking rude. It pissed him off.

Despite his evident dislike toward you, his friends - mainly Armin - didn't comprehend why there was animosity. Armin and the others saw you as this sweet girl, but Eren knew it was just a façade. You had shown him how cruel you really were months ago at a party. And ever since that interaction, he decided you were one of the worse people he had ever met. You were bossy, a know-it-all, and had such a smart mouth. He could never say anything because if you were around, you would correct or say something back. It was like you were trying to irritate him on purpose.

"Dude, what the fuck! Why the hell did you just kill me!" Jean yelled.

"Because you won't shut up." Eren smiled, feeling proud that he hadn’t missed his shot.

"Let's just focus; we're going to lose at this point," Reiner interrupted, exasperated by the constant fighting.

Unlike Eren, who had turned in his assignment a day early, his two friends had procrastinated until the last minute. Jean would've stayed longer to finish the game; however, Reiner persuaded him to log off immediately by reminding him his grade would drop. Eren was about to join a random team until he remembered you were there. Where the hell is she? He immediately thought you were snooping around. It sounded like something you would do. Scared by that thought, Eren walked down the hall to see the bathroom light on. He was about to turn around, but considering you had been there for a while, he decided to knock. 

"Uh, are you alright in there?" He cringed at his sudden awkwardness.

You opened the door enough to see Eren. He stood there, arms crossed with the same bored expression he always had. Would it kill him to at least politely smile? Anytime you encountered him, he was always in a sour mood. He was the definition of moody. But alas, he had let you enter his home, so the least you could do was be civil. “Can I borrow the hairdryer? My hair and clothes are cold and damp.”

“That's why you've been here all this time?"

“Would you rather me sit on the sofa with wet clothes?”

Eren sighed, running his hand through his loose hair before he looked at you. “Fine.”

Eren muttered something under his breath, but you didn't pay much attention. It was likely one of his many complaints about your presence. Instead of retorting back, you smiled and closed the door. It was best to avoid him as much as possible. You knew he didn't like you. Eren never tried to hide how much your mere existence bothered him. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand him either.

Once the warm air touched your skin, the goosebumps began to disappear. And you wished you had worn a raincoat instead of your favorite cardigan. Your jeans and socks were also damp, clinging uncomfortably onto your skin. Directing the heat toward the denim, you hoped it would make the material dry a smidge. However, it left your legs feeling colder once you removed the warm air back to your hair. It would likely turn into a frizzy mess, but you would deal with that later. At least this waterproof makeup is doing its job, you thought. 

Two knocks on the door were followed by Eren's voice. You cracked the door open again, noticing the clothes draped over Eren's forearm. "Here." He said, extending out the clothes. "Might be big, but it's better than the clothes you have on."

"Thank you, very thoughtful."

"I just don't want the couch getting wet," he stated. You shrugged, unbothered by his comment. You were too happy taking the dry clothes from him to bother with his attitude. "We can throw your clothes in the dryer."

"Thanks."

"Sure." And with that short response, he left.

Sometimes Eren's aloofness amused you, but most of the time, you found it off-putting. There were instances where Eren's snarky comments made you bite back. Especially when he muttered something under his breath. It was one of his annoying habits. He was always mumbling complaints about everything. Someone could trip in front of him, and he would be irritated at them for blocking his path.

Eren's irritable demeanor was the reason neither could get along in the first place. If it weren't for his snappy attitude, you and he might have been able to get along. But getting along with Eren was as unlikely as winning the lottery.

You had little interest in forming a friendship with him, yet sometimes you wondered how things might have turned out if neither insulted the other. Maybe if you hadn't said that his ex-girlfriend made the right choice dumping him, because who would want to date a guy with commitment issues, anyway? Your dig at him was based on rumors you heard on campus. You didn't know if he was unloyal, nor did you know who his ex was. At the time, though, it seemed like a valid response. Your anger drove you to say those things after he commented on your relationship.

Somehow, Eren knew about your cheating boyfriend, and you deciding to give the guy a second chance. Eren was sure to judge you for continuing to date your then-boyfriend. According to Eren, you only gave the relationship another try because you had unresolved abandonment issues. He could've stopped there, but he continued to talk, informing you that he had enough self-respect to accept when a relationship was over. Never had you ever hated someone so much on the first day of meeting them.

Neither you nor Eren ever apologized. You tried to move on, but sometimes you still heard his judgmental voice. Because in the end, he was right; trying to save the relationship was a disaster waiting to happen. When you finally broke up, you cried for days because you regretted not listening to the jerk. Knowing how little he cared, he had probably forgotten the entire fiasco. Pushing the unpleasant memory aside, you changed into the soft cotton black tee with some obscure band name. After securing the oversized shorts, you headed out of the restroom to find Eren immersed in his digital world.

"Where's the dryer? I can go ahead and start it." You said, gaining a glance from Eren. It wasn't until his eyes scanned your attire that you became hyperaware of how ridiculous you must look.

"The dryer is a pain in the ass, but lucky for you I've dealt with it enough to get it to work." He commented as he led you down the hall.

"Why don't you fix it?"

"If I knew how I would." He answered with an annoyed tone.

"Right." Calm down, he lent you clothes, you reminded yourself as your grip tightened on the wet fabric. "Why not call maintenance?"

"We have. The guy "fixed" it, but it still takes a few tries to properly work."

You quietly followed Eren toward the door adjacent to the restroom. While you waited for him to get the machine working, you glanced toward the bedroom across the hall. Similar to the living room, the room had floor-to-ceiling windows with a perfect view of the city’s skyline. The sky was grey, and in the distance, heat lightening illuminated the clouds while the rain continued to slide down the glass. It was a view you loved to admire each time you visited Armin.

“This place is pretty fancy,” you commented. “Surprising how they can’t fix a dryer.”

“That's what I said,” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t mind though,” you added. “I mean with a view like this a dryer isn’t much of an issue.”

“You say that because you didn’t deal with it pausing every two minutes.”

“No, I say that because I mean it.”

Eren stared at you for a split second before returning his attention to the dryer. He mumbled, as usual, before telling you to toss your clothes in. The dryer made a few hazardous sounds before the clothes began to tumble. Eren didn't seem worried about the noises, so you trusted a fire wouldn't spark.

“Thanks again.”

“Sure.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying you’re welcome?”

“And you know you don’t have to thank people for mundane things?”

“I’m just being polite.”

"So, let me get this straight, you thank people for politeness' sake, not because you mean it?

“I mean it.”

“Now that’s bullshit.” Eren turned around and began walking back to the living room, where he sat back down, controller in hand, ready to resume his game. You sat on the opposite edge of the couch, arms crossed, trying to ignore him.

“You know-“Eren's humorless chuckle interrupted you. “What?” You snapped.

“Took you less than two minutes to bring the subject up again.” He said, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers effortlessly controlled his character. “I thought it would take you about five before you started saying stuff.”

“Why are you like this? You can't read me-“

“I can.”

“No, you can’t. You’re just an ass.”

“What happened to being polite, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart? The word made your blood boil. No, it wasn't the word; it was his arrogant tone. If he was trying to be belittling or intimidating, he failed. However, he had resurfaced your anger. I can't fucking stand him, you bitterly thought. You couldn't stand how he continued to play his stupid game. You hated how he lazily sat, manspreading, entranced with the virtual world. You despised how he easily ignored your presence like you didn't matter.

 Instead of retorting back, you sat silently, watching the rain hit the window repeatedly as thunder rumbled between the clouds. Sometimes your gaze would land on Eren's side profile, dark brows furrowed as the annoying clicking continued. He rarely moved, and if he did, it was to pop his knuckles or neck before muttering an insult to another player.

After what felt like an eternity sitting there without talking, Armin's incoming felt like a gift from the heavens. “Hey,” Armin said. “Sorry for the wait! I thought I would be back by now, but I'm still at my parent's house. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you reassured. "Better to be safe at home than driving in this weather."

“I just wasted your entire evening. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay; I had already set this time apart anyway."

“Not taking no for an answer,” Armin said. “I’ll order dinner next time we meet.”

"Can't say no to that."

If you weren't too focused on listening to Armin suggesting a day that would work for both, you would have sworn you heard Eren scoff. You didn't want to believe his discontent was because of you, but you couldn't rule it out either. Everything you did always seemed to annoy him. Ignoring Eren, you continued to talk to Armin for a few more minutes before saying goodbye.

“Is it okay to stop the dryer?” And for the first time since you had sat down, he looked at you. “I want to change before I leave. I do not want to look like a kid who raided their great-uncle's closet."

A slight smile tugged at his lips, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “You look fine.”

“I don’t think so, but that is not the point. I need my clothes.”

“My clothes are not something a great-uncle would wear,” Eren said, completely ignoring everything else.

“Eren, seriously I don’t have time to argue with you - again.”

“We're not arguing,” he smiled, crossing his arms across his chest. “Just a difference of opinion.”

“That’s literally how arguments begin,” you groaned.

“But it’s raining.”

“So?” You deadpanned. “I drove over here in the rain, and you didn’t seem to question that.”

“But it’s really raining. And you said it is better to stay indoors than to drive in this weather."

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just break your precious dryer.” You said heading directly toward the machine that sounded like it was about to combust. At the sound of the controller hitting the coffee table, you quickened your pace.

“Don’t,” Eren warned.

Eren’s hand wrapped around your wrist, but he was mistaken to think that would halt you. You yanked yourself from his grasp and reached for the doorknob. Eren’s hands grabbed your waist, pinning you against his chest within a blink of an eye.

“Why don't you ever listen?" It was more of an observation than a question; either way, it annoyed you.

“You say that as if you do," you scoffed.

You angled your neck to make eye contact to find he was already looking at you. The close proximity magnified as a whiff of his cologne hit you. You could tell it was the same scent on the tee you wore. But on Eren, the intensity of the cardamom was seductive and sweeter.

"Someone needs to teach you how to be nice."

"Like who? You?" You rolled your eyes. "You're worse than me."

Eren's brows furrowed; you were really testing his patience. And if he was a real asshole like you claimed he was, he would have kicked you out the second you opened your mouth. That fucking mouth of yours that said all the right things to push his buttons. And those lips. Those kissable lips of yours that he wanted to have against his. But kissing you was a bad idea. Instead of acting on a regrettable impulse, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. "Exactly like me, sweetheart."

Eren smirked, content that his little comment made you finally shut the hell up. He dropped his hands and walked past to open the dryer. Your clothes were still damp, but if you wanted to wear uncomfortable clothes in the pouring rain, who was he to stop you?

"Doubt you're capable of anything," you impulsively said as Eren faced the machine. "You're all talk, Eren. Guys like you only say shit because they have some ego issues." 

"Guys like me? Or do you mean guys like your ex?" He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. The dryer door shut, and Eren turned around, your clothes in his hands as he approached you. He stood so close. His addicting cologne engulfed you, and all you wanted was to drown in his scent all night. "Doubt that scumbag is anything like me. Believe it or not, I'm fun to be around."

Your fingertips brushed Eren's skin as you reached for your clothes. The brief touch left you curious to feel his body; you wondered if his arms and chest were as soft. Once those lustful thoughts began infiltrating your brain, it was a warning sign that you needed to leave. Whatever sort of twisted game you found yourself in had to end. However, this dance of push and pull fueled your adrenaline. You wanted to see how far you could go. How far Eren was willing to go.

“According to who?” You challenged.

“You sure know how to be annoying as hell.”

“Not my question.”

“Don’t care.”

The distance separating you from Eren was gone. You were uncertain if you had stepped closer or vice versa, but it did not seem to matter. It didn't matter when the damp clothes dropped to the ground or when you felt your back touch the wall. It mattered less when his lips hovered a millimeter from yours, his palms flat against the wall, caging you in.

“Why don't I just show you.”

Your usual self would have said that you wouldn't want him to show you even if he was the last man on Earth. That you rather be celibate for the rest of your life. But you ached for him. Badly enough that you nodded with a soft okay before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the desperate kiss. Never had you kissed someone with so much heated need. All your emotions washed over you, reminding you how much you hated him. Hated how he wore the same rude, bored expression whenever he saw you. Hated how he seemed to talk to other people kindly while he usually dismissed everything you said. Hated the way he never greeted you. Hated how you heard stories about him with his friends and how nice he was, yet with you, he was as dull as a rock.

As Eren slightly tugged on your lower lip before caressing his tongue into your mouth, you felt yourself pour that hostility into the kiss. Eren reciprocated with equal heated fervor. You felt it in his hands as they traveled down your body, cupping your breast before going down toward your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You sensed his self-conflict as your arms wrapped around his neck as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Eren,” you sighed, feeling him press his thigh between your legs, aiding that desperate ache. You felt your sex begging for attention. Pleading Eren to soothe that burning desire you felt deep within you.

“You drive me insane.” He added pressure, and you hummed, rolling your hips slightly. “I want to punish you for all the headaches you give me while you’re begging for more.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

"And you're needy."

"I hate you so much."

"I hate you even more," he smirked, tugging down the waistband of the shorts you wore. The moment the fabric pooled at your feet, Eren caressed your ass, hooking his fingers onto the panties, but he didn't remove them. Instead of giving you what you wanted, his thigh lightly bounced against your center. The wet spot on the fabric damped at the feeling, and the satisfied smile on his face told you he noticed.

"Show Daddy what a needy slut you are."

The warmth in your cheeks grew hotter as your hips moved. You wanted to control yourself, to prove you did not want him. However, your body told another story. Your deep, shaky breath and the eager rocking of your hips were a dead giveaway.

"Eren, please."

"Please what?" You wanted to smack that smug look off his face so badly. You wished you could tell him he did not affect you. Because if you conceded, it contradicted everything you had ever said about him. Your claims about him being an average-looking guy who probably couldn't please would be thrown out the window. All the times you said you would never let him touch you when others seemed to be in line for a fraction of his attention would be lies.

Don't fight it. Tell him.

"Touch me." You caved in.

"Where? Here?" He peppered kisses down your jawline, nipping at the skin. "Or maybe here?" You breathed in deeply, feeling a light spank on your ass. "Perhaps you mean here?" His fingertips tapped on the wet spot between your legs. "It's here, isn't it?"

"There. Right there."

"See? Not so difficult," he chuckled, moving your panties to the side. You felt relieved, feeling two of his fingertips finally touch your aching core. He hummed against your ear as he touched and caressed your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. "Mmm, baby, you're so wet for me."

Without warning, Eren dipped two fingers into your entrance, slightly curling the digits before gliding them back out. You bit your lip to stop yourself from whining. You didn't want to inflate Eren's ego any further by letting him know you missed that brief touch. Your resolve didn't last more than a minute. His fingers were long, reaching places you couldn't. His knuckles grazed your folds the deeper he went, weakening your knees.

Eren could feel his dick fucking pulsing. He could feel that ache, that need to be inside your warmth, growing as he worked his fingers inside you. He wanted his dick to be hugged by your walls, but he was stubborn and wanted to see you beg for him. He needed to push you to the edge until you regretted being such a nuisance in his life. Wanted to show you just how much he couldn't stand you. How much your unpleasant attitude toward him irked him. He hated everything you did. He hated how your lips curved into a bright smile when you found something funny. He hated how you talked to him like he was nothing more than Armin's roommate. Most of all, he hated how you tried to befriend him that night months ago before it all went to shit.

Stretching you with his fingers wasn't enough. He needed to feel every inch of you with his cock buried deep inside you while you cried out his name. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion so you would never forget how good he made you feel. And if you ever came crawling back begging for more, Eren would gladly fuck you again and again. Until no one else could ever satisfy your needy cunt. He slipped his fingers out and placed them inside your mouth, your tongue cleaning them off like the good girl you were.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His question made the knot in your stomach tighten. And you knew the correct response, but he had teased you so much it was only fair he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Take off your shirt."

"Curios aren't you," he grinned, pulling the black tee off and tossing it carelessly onto the ground. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but fuck. When Armin mentioned Eren didn't skip a day at the gym, he wasn't lying. The guy was toned. His shoulders were broad, and his collarbones were visible enough to caress. The lower your eyes traveled down his torso, you realized you were unapologetically ogling him, and it seemed to boost his ego. Of course, it did. "You can touch me y'know." He brought your hand onto his chest.

Despite trying to act nonchalant, your eager fingertips began to trace his collarbone, down the crevasse between his pecs, the ripples of his abs until you reached his happy trail. You looked up at him and watched how his adam's apple bobbed as you traced the outline of his bulge.

“You're hard." You looked at him with lustful eyes, hand sliding into the fabric until you cupped his length. It delighted you to see his unbothered expression finally breaking. He held his lower lip between his teeth. He was holding back. You were beginning to understand why he enjoyed tantalizing you. Watching as he tried to keep his composure made the wait a hundred times better.

"I want you," you finally confessed, pulling his sweatpants and briefs down. He was bigger than you anticipated. You would be lying if it didn't worry you, but you knew the pleasure you would feel from him would be worth it. So fucking worth it. You slipped off the baggy tee, and Eren's eyes devoured your frame with such desire it made your heart palpitate. Eren's arms wrapped around your body as he brought you closer to him, holding the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Unlike the first time, this kiss was filled with an unknown passion and gentleness that surprised you.

"I want you too," he said, fingertips unclasping your bra before tossing it aside to be forgotten. His large hands cupped and kneaded at your breasts before he leaned down to lick around the areola. Your hands cradled his head as his tongue flicked the nipple and his mouth sucked, leaving your heart racing faster from the teasing touches.

"Daddy, please, I need you," you begged, tugging on his long, soft hair.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You nodded, anticipation was eating you up and there was nothing else that you wanted more than Eren between your legs. "Turn around."

God, if Eren had known you actually listened during sex, he would've fucked you long ago. You didn't argue at all! Not one bit as you set your forearms flat against the wall, ass toward him, eagerly waiting for him to fuck you. Eren couldn't wait, either. Once you walked out of that bathroom wearing his shirt, he cursed his mind for going directly into the gutter. He couldn't help himself. All he could think of was you walking around his apartment, wearing his clothes with nothing else underneath. And now that you were there, ready to take him in, he was looking forward to enjoying every inch of you. All that was between him and your pussy was your sopping underwear. Eren wanted to rip them off you but knew you would whine about it, and he didn’t want to argue. Not now when he was so close to feeling you. So, like the gentleman he was, he removed them without tearing them apart.

And you were so wet. So fucking wet, that he wondered if arguing with him turned you on. He would not be surprised if it was some sick foreplay you liked. That possibility made his eagerness grow. He knew exactly how he would continue to torture you when you pissed him off. The look on your face, if he ever insinuated that you might be getting wet while arguing, would be golden. Yet, that would have to wait. Right now, all he was focused on was spreading your legs apart as he ran his tip against your folds. The sinfulness of your arousal glistening against his skin made him harder. He spat into his hand, giving himself a few strokes watching as you waited impatiently for him. He gave your ass a slap, jolting you forward when he saw your hand snaking down to your clit.

"Be patient."

"It's not fair," you whined.

"Needy, pathetic slut." He gave your ass another loud smack, inciting a lewd moan from you. He smiled, caressing the skin as you hummed, pressing your ass against his cock. "I'll tell you what's not fucking fair," he said, slipping his tip into you. "You and your assumptions - ah, fuck - about me - hell, you're so tight, baby."

Eren stretched you out so well that you felt like you had just entered heaven. He stayed there briefly, allowing you to adjust before pulling out slowly. You sighed upon feeling him again, but he didn't give you time to settle to his girth. His first few thrusts were gentle, but he seemed as desperate as you to feel that unadulterated bliss from fucking someone hard and fast. And that's what he proceeded to do. He fucked you like you were his and no one else's. Like if he was trying to prove a point that no one else would ever please you as he could. And perhaps he was right. You were enjoying feeling him slide in and out, skin against skin, as you moaned, begging for more.

Lightning illuminated the corridor as the rain continued to wash over the city. Moans and grunts intertwined with the echoes of thunder. Within a momentary stillness, you were able to hear your unsteady breath. You were able to focus on the pleasurable sensations running through your body. And you could also hear him. Could hear his soft breathing and even softer grunts like he was trying to keep himself from moaning. He was likely trying to be discreet about his own growing needs. Despite his efforts, you could feel he was enjoying himself. His hard shaft slipping in and out of your warm, tight cunt was all the confirmation you needed.

“I know you can go harder, Daddy,” You managed to say, trying to tease him but you couldn’t convey anything else other than pleasure. You yelped, as Eren’s palm sent a hot, stinging vibration down your ass. You tightly closed your watering eyes and tried to muffle your whimper with your hand.

“Too much for you, sweetheart?” Eren mocked, soothing the reddened skin. You shook your head, and he pulled out, turning you around to face him. He pressed you against the wall, hooking one of your legs to his hips.

"Want to see your face as I cum inside you."

"Already?" You smugly smiled.

“Starting to remember why I can’t stand you.”

“Yet, here we are.”

Your nails dug into Eren's shoulders the second he pushed into you. He wasn't holding back. He was sending you into another world. A world that muddled your thoughts and overwhelmed your senses. A place where you could feel his tip kiss that sweet spot deep within you. His kisses on your neck were sloppy, interrupted by his unsteady breathing as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

"Touch yourself." And so you did.

As your senses became hazy, nothing else around you mattered. Not the thunderstorm outside, your schoolwork, or potentially getting caught by Armin. Nothing seemed to matter except you and Eren, seeking that release you both craved. As you felt yourself nearing your sweet release, you cried out Eren's name. It no longer mattered that he was the guy that angered you. He made you feel so good you were starting to forget why you hated him. All those reasons seemed unimportant. Having him praise you as you came undone under his touch was all you needed to hear.

"Good girl," he cooed. "I'm close too, baby."

You pulled him into a kiss as you felt him filling you up. Felt how some of his semen seeped through you. How it was shoved back in with his erratic thrusts. You glanced down, watching as your bodies connected in the rawest form imaginable. His movements slowed down, and he lifted your chin with his fingertip. You loved how his emerald eyes were looking at you. Not with hate or disdain but with lust and some distant adoration. You loved it. Loved how all his attention was on you and nothing else.

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[cosmic-glow]

Could you write some headcannons about being negan‘s daughter?😄

Notes: I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to write this, but I hope you still enjoy it, good reading.

Warnings: fem!reader; a little angst; Negan being a loving, playful and protective father; SFW.

You are a princess, and that is exactly what you are called among saviors.

Negan is a very affectionate father, with his sarcastic and crazy way.

He could never actually say "no" to you, since you were little he spoiled you, you are his little princess.

He's very protective of you, always has been, but after the fall and your mother's death he became even more so.

Would teach you how to handle weapons and kick anyone's ass that bothered you.

You don't like to remember it but you know that even if he never said it, you were the one who kept him rational and firm to follow after your mother's death, it was a very difficult time for both of you.

And that's one more reason why he's so protective, he can't lose you too.

Negan is really good at reverse psychology and emotion interpretation and all that, so it's hard for you to hide anything from him.

Trust me girl, even when you think you haven't let anything slip he'll have asked at least 3 trusted saviors to make sure you don't get hurt going through with it.

Sometimes when he's alone in the office you go up to him just to gossip about something going on at the sanctuary, like two mean girls talking.

Depending on your age he would joke that you should date Carl or Daryl, just to piss you off. "You could symbolize peace between the groups! We would have a ceremony at the sanctuary, it would be beautiful, dear!"- his eyes glistening with sarcasm.

Oh wait, do you like girls? You're still not free from his teasing, even if you're asexual he'll find a way to annoy you with it.

But actually the idea of ​​someone with you really makes him uncomfortable. I mean he's ok with the idea of ​​you dating, but first he has to scare the person a little bit to doesn't dare hurt you.

When you were little he hummed you to sleep.

He'd let you makeup him, take you to soccer or baseball practice, watch the recitals, the plays, and he was always so proud of you.

But Negan is also the type of dad who would tease you a lot, making silly pranks, jokes and always taking the conversation to the more comical side. The kind who would rather see you sulk than miss the joke.

You know that parent whose child slips and falls and the dad laughs first and then helps? So, is Negan.

As soon as he saw you for the first time and held you in his arms he knew he was more than ready to give you the world if that's what you needed.

Negan made a "list of possible gifts" the Saviors could find to bring you, but you don't know it.

If you're feeling too superior in front of others, he'll embarrass you by saying something like, "Oh, there you are, daddy's big baby!" or "come on, my pretty princess, we're done here!", anything like that just to put you back in your place. After all (for now) he's the boss.

He would talk to you about "business", about how he wants you to fill in for him if something happens, what actions you should take, how you shouldn't truly trust anyone, never bow your head to anyone, and how even though you have to be stern and impetuous at many times, you must never lose your humanity, otherwise all will be lost.

You go on missions, but never alone to places he hasn't been, in fact most of the time you're accompanied, even if you don't realize it.

He knows you're more than capable of defending yourself, he's trained you to, but he still prefers to be on the safe side because he cares about you.

After all, you are his little princess<3

Sorry for any typos;

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#twd headcanon #twd imagine #twd headcanons #twd oneshot #twd drabble #twd fanfic #twd x reader #negan x reader #negan twd #negan oneshot #negan imagine #negan headcanons #negan headcanon #negan fanfic #negan drabble #negan fic #negan smith #negan smith x reader #explore

[semperama]

Daniel getting injured in ex-husbands with benefits universe… 👀

This takes place before the divorce. A little bit of a peek into how things might have started to fall apart. Sorry in advance for the angst. <3

It's dumb and petty, but Daniel's pissed at Max for the rest of the weekend.

Max couldn't have done anything. He wasn't realistically going to park his car, jump out, and run to Daniel over something as small as a broken hand. Or even something much bigger than a broken hand. They had this conversation before they got married, about whether they were both okay with the reality of being married to someone with such a dangerous job. It's one thing to take your life in your own hands daily; it's another thing to watch someone you love do it. But they both laughed it off. Of course it'd be fine.

But now Daniel's sitting with his arm in a sling, watching Max win his 6 millionth race in a row, and it's just--he's tired. He's tired of all of it. He wants someone who will jump out of their car and run to him. He doesn't think Max will ever be that person.

"I wanted to bring this one home for Daniel," Max says in his post-race interview, to cheers from the crowd. "We of course hope he will recover soon, but it was important to me to win this one for him."

Daniel knows the cameras will pan to him, so he makes himself smile, hoping he looks the part of the proud husband.

After the race they ride to the airport in silence, Daniel resting his head wearing against the window. Either Max doesn't notice anything is wrong, or he's content to let Daniel wallow in it for now, because he doesn't even attempt to drag Daniel into a conversation about the race or reassure him for the hundredth time that he'll be racing again in no time. He's been oblivious to Daniel's bad mood, for the most part. Too busy, probably. Too focused on racing. Daniel wishes he'd just...reach out. Pull Daniel's head into his lap. Kiss him. But then again, if he tried, Daniel would only push him away. The distance between them feels too big, too impossible.

He makes it about ten minutes into the flight home before he says, "I think I might retire."

Max's head whips toward him so fast, Daniel would laugh if he wasn't feeling so shitty. "What?" Max says. "Don't be stupid. Your hand will be fine."

"It's not about my hand," Daniel says, his anger rising quickly, so he has to swallow hard against it. Why can't Max just understand for once? "I'm just tired of being kicked around by this stupid fucking sport."

"Kicked around?" Max's whole body is tense. "Things have been good, though. I thought you were happy?"

"I was." He was. But now... It can all change too fast. He hates that feeling, of not being in control of any of it. "It'd work out for the best, I think. I've had a long career, and I could be, like, more supportive of you, if--"

"You know I don't care about that," Max says, and yeah, Daniel knows that's true. Despite what he said to the whole world after the race, Max doesn't race for anyone but himself. He's never cared about fans or admiration. Not even Daniel's. And maybe that part hurts too.

"If I do it, will you be okay with it?" Daniel asks, because ultimately this isn't a discussion. It's Daniel's decision to make. "I'm not saying right now. I'll get better and try to finish out the season. Maybe I'll even change my mind and do one more after that. But will you be okay with it?"

Max looks away for a second, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Daniel can see him visibly getting control of himself. It's--fuck, even when he's angry at him, Daniel still loves him so fucking much.

"Of course it is whatever you want, Daniel," Max says when he turns back to him. He reaches across the space between them and wraps his hand around Daniel's good wrist, squeezes it. "I just think you should not make any rash decisions."

"I won't," Daniel says. He turns his hand over, lets Max thread their fingers together. It feels good to touch him. The past few days are still sour in Daniel's mouth, but some of the tension eases when Max brushes his thumb along the length of Daniel's, then brings their combined hands up to his mouth and kisses the base of Daniel's thumb.

"Good," Max says. Then, "I love you."

"I love you too," Daniel says on a sigh. It wasn't so long ago he thought those words could fix anything. Now, he's not so sure.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #i need to gather all the exes with benefits fics together and put them somewhere #i'm too disorganized!

[lapushvibez]

can we have some jealous edward headcanons please?

have a great day!

jealous edward? sign me tf up. lol i hope you enjoyed this small hc list. please request more if you want. <3

We all know this man is SUFFERING from raging jealousy issues. It's less of "I own you" and more like he's depressed thinking of horrible scenarios.

If you have a best friend of the opposite sex he might act bitter around them/when they're mentioned.

He understands you deserve emotional connections and support from other people. You don't have to worry about him keeping you hostage or anything.

Edward will ALWAYS be with you though.. there's nothing strong enough to keep him away from his mate. Unless he needs to hunt.

Since he's gifted with the ability to read minds he can easily find out who's crushing on you and if they have any vulgar thoughts about you. Edward definitely lost his calm demeanor once or twice.

If looks could kill? Oh yeah. Whoever is trying to snatch you away from him would drop dead from his glares. Ice cold. Threatening.

Edward uses physical touch for silent reassurance. He grabs your hand. Squeezes gently. Pulls you closer. Kisses your forehead. Rubs your lower back.

Soft eye contact with you. He honestly looks like a kicked puppy sometimes. He's practically begging you to stay with him. Please take the time to ease his anxiety. He'll appreciate it more than you expect.

Edward's never angry at you whenever he gets jealous. He's pissed at the person who managed to get under his cold skin. The minute he looks at you he softens and asks for permission to hold you.

Remember that scene in eclipse after Jake kissed Bella? Yeah, you'll see that type of outburst at least once. Oops.

The best way to comfort him during these episodes of jealousy is to baby him. Cuddle him. Whisper words of affirmations. Confess your affection and love shamelessly. Although he has a habit of trying to convince you NOT to feel that way, he'll learn to like it and eventually love hearing you talk so highly of him.

It's rare he speaks when jealous. But when he does it's obvious what mood he's in. His words are sharp. Sentences are short. Full of irritation and dominance.

"They're busy with me tonight."

"They're taken."

"I'm their boyfriend."

"They don't want you here." (He has no problem speaking up for you, if that's what you prefer.)

Edward kisses you a little too passionately in front of others. Especially at school in the parking lot. He knows people are staring. He wants everyone to see you're all his and always will be.

If you have an ex bf/gf.. Good luck.

This man will glare at them 24/7. Hates them with a burning passion. Even if the break up was done respectfully. He'll never understand how someone could CHOOSE to leave someone like you.

But at the same time he wants to show you off and he's happy they let you go. Now you're all his.

You're his mate. He's in love and obsessed. Nothing will ever be able to calm his love for you. He loves you loudly and proudly. Extremely protective as well.

#edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader #edward cullen/reader #edward cullen fluff #edward cullen headcanons

[dilucsfav]

cyno hcs & scenarios!! (cyno x m!reader)

AHHZHZHZHSH MY FIRST REQUEST I FEEL SO PROUD <///333 if you send requests, please make sure to send me an ask!! it’s easier for me to reply to it. anyways yes cyno. i farmed for him so much, literally pissed myself trying to find those damn beetles he needs for ascension like tf :(

warning(s): fluff… & nsfw ofc.

would he sing to you? … absolutely not. would he carry you on his back through the hot dessert? … absolutely.

i know this man gets tired and used to the heat and the sun. so when he sees the snow? don’t even get me started.

the way he’d make snowmen and snow angels with you and genuinely laugh because of how much fun he has with you. PLEASE I’D DO ANYTHING I

it took him a while to open up to you in the beginning, but overtime he grew quite fond of you and your presence :)

you could probably see this as negative traits, but he’s very jealous and overprotective. most of the time, wherever you go, cyno also goes.

when your hands are cold, he’ll take both of your hands and shove them in his pockets to keep them warm. such a kind boy we love :(

he'll even slightly rub your hands from inside the pockets with his own fingers. if you're lucky.

his bad days are the absolute worst. i can picture him getting upset and frustrated easily. maybe not with you, but just with things in general. he likes it when you kiss his nose and his eyelids, when they're shut.

often times, he doesn't like to talk about things when he's upset. instead, he would rather just sit with you quietly in the comfortable silence. he wouldn't mind hearing your pretty voice, though.

^^ that's another thing!! cyno loves to hear you talk. it doesn't matter what it could be about, it could be able the dumbest or simplest of things. As long as he can watch you lovingly as you rant about everything and anything, he's happy :)

i could see cyno's love language being physical touch, but at the same time, he's unsure of how to express said love language, so he barely expresses it. YKWIMMM??

that being said, he sometimes forgets to show you basic human affection. you might have to ask for a kiss or two in a day, but that's okay, you love seeing his face lighten up when you ask for it <3

pet names?? lordy christ jesus fainting for this man. he would call you things like "my star" and "sunshine."

although cyno is overprotective and often times with you, he doesn't show much affection with you in front of others. or rather, he doesn't make it very obvious that you two are a thing. all people assume and see are two boys sitting... oddly closer to one another.

cyno is not the best cooker in the world... however, he loves when you try to teach him how to make pretty simple dishes! even though in the process of learning he seems annoyed, angry, upset, all of the negative emotions in the book, he really does enjoy it.

nsfw!!:

angry sex. a lot of it. idc.

he knows you're comfortable with him, and he's comfortable with you, so sex with cyno occurs pretty often.

a very dom top.

...however if you wanted to fuck him, he wouldn't mind at all

a lot of the times when you're giving him oral, or he's giving you oral, he has this sinister smirk plastered on his pretty face. makes my legs break every time dude fr

respectfully...... he likes standing doggystyle.

sex with him can be intimate, but a lot of the times it's just extremely hot and eager fucking

"oh, you want me to suck it so bad, don't you?"

def has a spit kink and into brat taming. am i wrong?? ...maybe into teasing as well.

he doesn't talk dirty a ton, unless if he's super into it. it is kind of quiet with him, but you don't mind

TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH GIVING YOU THIGH AND HIP KISSES I DONT CARE.

cyno is a pretty busy man, warding off evil n shit, so usually the sex is quicker and you can't go on for many rounds.

even if you could, multiple rounds probably wouldn't be necessary if we're talking about cyno

with that being said, the aftercare isn't... phenomenal. but if he's super needy and touch-deprived he'll stay just a bit long for you. when he does have the time, he will wipe you down and even give you a massage if needed :) !!

doesn't say much after it's done though. not so much awkward silence, just a bare type of quiet :(

i want this man so bad ong serve me justice too big boy

#genshin cyno #cyno #genshin smut #genshin impact #sumeru #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin fandom #cyno x y/n #cyno x reader #cyno x male reader

[piffany666]

OK just one more punk progeny won't hurt ~

Chapter 8: exceptions

(Ftm trans Bright eyes - uses he/him pronouns)

(Lovely demi girl - uses they/she pronouns)

Fred's eyes lingered on the door that was closed behind Bright and Porter.

He had so much to think about after that meeting, and yet he couldn't distract himself from the interaction he had just witnessed.

Fred's pov:

Well...those two seemed to...get along.

Wait. What am I doing? Some crazy stuff just happened and I'm more focused on who Brights...associating with!?

....this is all.....a lot.

We don't talk for a few months and suddenly he's on his way to become a Prince!?

I know how stubborn he is but you'd think he'd at least tell me SOMETHING

Actually no. I know that no matter what Bright would've kept this from me for as long as he could. But Sam. Sam should have said something. Hell he's the one who apparently gave William permission to take him in! And since when did Bright get so close to William anyway?!

.........no. dont think that. Thats not-

"You alright kiddo?"

End of Freds pov.

Sam interrupted his spiraling thoughts.

"I'm...no i-i don't know"

Sam sighed, then sat beside him.

"Thought so. Listen, I'm sorry I didn't say anything about this sooner. It's just....you know Bright, he would've been pissed off to high heaven if I'd told you his business, and besides, it wasn't a definite dissension. Hell, I only just found out that he'd made his choice. I would've thought he'd have told you by now, if only to claim bragging rights"

"Nah, we stopped talking after we had that arrangement, and when Bright wants to avoid someone -"

He stopped himself for a moment, collected his thoughts then sighed.

"Let's just say he wouldn't brake the silence, even if he had something to brag about"

For a moment, the two just sat there. There was never much talking whenever they were together. Sam always showed his feelings best through actions, and while Fred was actually the tipe to believe talking is the best road to success in any relationship, they managed to maintain a fairly healthy one. The same couldn't be said for Bright and Sam, who, despite having many things in common, such as communication skills, couldn't stand each other.

The thought that almost made its way into Fred's head sat threateningly at the gates of his subconscious.

Sam sensed there was something Fred wanted to say. In the past, he would have let him be and allowed Fred to come to him when he felt comfortable to do so. However.

"Hey, whatcha thinking about ?"

"I-it just"

Fred tried to tell himself that what he wanted to say was wrong and, to an extent, cruel. Then he remembered the way Bright looked at Porter just now.

And he let it out.

"It just doesn't seem fair! He gets us both killed, he's disrespectful towards you, he ignores me and how is he punished? By becoming royalty!?"

As Fred said this he shot up from his seat.

Once he had finished he exhaled heavily as if holding that thought in was the equivalent of holding his breath.

"......your right. It's not fair"

Replied Sam after a moment.

"Believe me when I say I do understand, but you have to understand that William is a better fit for Bright. He'll be able to handle him better than I ever could, him being a Prince as a result of that is just an....unfortunate catch"

Freds outburst caught the attention of Vincent and Lovely.

Alexis didnt seem to care, or at least thats what she made it seem like.

The room was silent however Vincent could feel a disturbance in Lovely's emotions.

"Hey, Lovely, are you ok?"

He asked as his hand sliped into theirs.

"Im. Fine."

They said through their teeth.

Their tone seemed almost stern...?

Vincent took their word for it but noted that this conversation seemed to have an....effect on them.

He took their hand and squeezing it for a moment.

Suddenly, after retreating for a short while, William returned to the common room.

He began to adress alexis.

"Alexis, i know i said i wanted Bright and Porter to get more acquainted, however, it completely slipped my mind that i have a meeting scheduled with Porter in less than 20 minutes, could you at some point retrieve him and bring him to me?"

She gave a nonchalant hand gesture that suggested that she would do so whenever it best suited her.

"Good, the rest of you are permitted to disperse you know?"

"We're aware we were just trying to asses the situation"

Replied Sam.

"Fair enough, however, its getting early, so please try and be conscious of time, if it comes down to it, you could spend the day here?"

"Nah i appreciate it but i gotta get back"

"Alright, then keep an eye on the time Samuel"

"Yes your highness"

At that, his majesty dispersed and retreated to his study.

The remaining vampires paused for a moment, silently debating whether or not they wanted to continue the precious topic of conversation and subconsciously arguing over who would be the one to continue if they were to do so.

Fred was still being taunted by the image of Bright's eyes and the way he looked at Porter.

He had only ever seen that look on very specific occasions and he was far from the only one to be greeted with such a look.

And by the way they left together Fred was met with the reality that he wouldn't be the last.

His fists gripped the fabric of the couch.

"Bright should at least have to apologise to you before being made prince..."

Sam spent a few minutes hesitating between whether or not to answer that. Then he replied.

"I agree"

Once sam had responded, fred took that as a sighn to continue.

"After everything hes done, he think he can just up and leave?"

Sam sighed. There was no point in trying to maintain some sort of moral high ground and pretend like he didnt agree with him.

"I dont know what i expected, but yeah, showing me at least some gratitude would do him some good. He didnt even havd the decency to tell me himself, we havent talked in God knows how long, ive had to get all my information on this whole mess of a situation throught william"

Sam felt the same weight leave him as fred felt when he finally let his true feelings out.

"I-im sorry Sam, but i dont think William is right for Bright. I get that hes the king but what has Bright eyes ever done to get a promotion this big?! Ive had to suffer so much because of him and the only person to console me has been you, not my supposed best friend, you"

"Well-"

Sam looked around for a moment to check to see if alexis was still there but to his relief, she had silently disappeared. Despite this he still lowered his voice as he said.

"We all know how good william is at picking his progeny, not you vincent! You know i dont mean you"

He said this as soon as he saw Vincent gering up to say somthing.

Vincent slumped back into his seat, he notice again how tense Lovely looked.

"Do...do you think hes going to end up like alexis?"

Fred asked with trepidation.

Sam winced after hearing this. Then answered.

"Alexis is the way she is for a number of reasons. Bright and Alexis are very diffrent people, no matter how similar their....behaviour might be, however, that dosnt mean i dont think this...promotion will change Bright for the worst. Because i KNOW that it will"

He chose his words very carefully.

Lovely's face had gone dark by this point, Vincent was really begining to worry.

"If William were to allow him access to any of his possessions or any of the privileges that come with being his progeny it would make even worse of a reckless monster out of him"

Sam knew that alexis and Bright eyes are different people, but adam and alexis where both testaments to what this kind of power could do to a person, so Fred's concerns began to cloud Sam's mind.

"What do those 'privileges' entail exactly?"

Fred was naturally curious as to what kind of luxury would be at Brights disposal.

"Just the same as whats available to Vincent and alexis, money, real estate, just general expensive sh*t he dosnt need"

Another disapproving glance from Vincent, who was begining to question the implication of what sam was saying in regards to his 'privileges'.

"Oh great because thats exactly what he needs"

The irony and sarcasm in his tone dripped from every word that came out of his mouth.

Right before he was about to continue, he was interrupted by Lovely, who stood up as she said.

"I have a question"

Vincent's hand sliped out of hers as she made a fist.

"Why don't talk about me the way you do Bright eyes?"

.........

This question baffled Sam and confused Fred. Vincent's mouth parted slightly in shock.

"What?"

Sam asked coldly.

"Why. Dont you. Talk about me. The way you do. Bright eyes?"

She shortened her statement but started it just as bluntly as she did previously.

She didn't give Sam a moment to respond when they turned her attention towards fred.

"How old is Bright eyes?"

"W-what? What dose that have to do with-?"

"Answer the question. How old is Bright eyes?"

What Lovely was really asking was 'how old was he when he was turned' but its not like he'd aged since then. Or will age from then on.

"19.....same as me"

He answered while looking up at lovely, Fred had never considered Lovely to be an authority figure but he certainly did now.

"Right. You wanna know how old i was when i went to wonder world?"

Fred flinched at the mention of the place of his turning.

"24. I was 24. I went there and was given a warning and you know what i did? I went back there. Im an adult and i didnt know better, so what? Should Bright have known better? And if thats what you think then why. Dont you treat me. The way you treat. Him?"

Everyone was silent. This was a side of Lovely that neither sam nor Fred had ever seen before.

Vincent knew better than to make Lovely mad for this exact reason.

"Whats your point?"

Asked Sam, who immediately came to regret asking.

"My point is you need to give Bright some damn slack! From the moment he was turned you blamed him for what happend. He's a babby! Im a grown ass adult!"

They bellowed at Sam then turned their attention towards Fredrick.

"And look, i know you blame him because he peer pressured you into going into wonder world that night, i appreciate that, but you cant act like you where the only one hurt by his mistakes"

Vincent was begining to consider stepping in.

Lovely once again addressed Sam.

"He made a mistake! A stupid, life changing mistake! No one in this room can say they haven't done that, and yet you wasted no time making sure he knew it was his fault! Would you have done that to me? Imagine if somone did that to you when you where first turned. Imagine if somone told you to have known better? Imagine if somone told you to drive safer!

"Lovely!"

Vincent finally stepped in, interrupting her explosive rant, not entirely on purpose, he simply shouted at her out of shock.

This seemed to cause Lovely to realise the severity of what they just said and she began to blush out of embarrassment and shame.

Their head bowed as she tried to avoid facing Sam.

"I-im sorry i-i have to go"

She rushed out of the room, vincent tried to go after her but stopped himself.

She just needed time to cool off.

"I should go"

Sam said as he stood up.

Vincent didn't want him to feel like he needed to leave, but he knew he couldn't convince him to stay any longer.

Besides, the sun was bound to come up soon.

"C-can i go with you? I dont wanna have to spend the day here"

Fred's room was directly next to Bright's.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew from that look Bright gave Porter that Bright didnt intend to spend the day alone.

"Yeah, come on kiddo lets go"

Sam replied, fred stood up and they made their way out.

Lovely was aimlessly wandering around the manor.

She wanted to talk to Bright eyes. Ever since he got here sam discouraged everyone from talking to him, saying he wasn't 'sociable' or 'particularly friendly'.

But what would she even say?

She thought,

'Hello i know we've never had a real conversation but i just defended your honour. Could we be friends now?'

Lovely groaned.

Then she turned a corner and immediately bumped into alexis.

"OWW!"

"Ah! Oh! S-sorry i-"

"Ugh its fine i was actually looking for you anyway"

"R-really...?"

Lovely couldn't name a time alexis had even had a real conversation with her, let alone activly seek her out.

"W-why...?"

Lovely asked hesitantly.

"I just ran into Bright eyes....and Porter"

Her lips curved into a smug smile.

"Lets just say i caught them at a....bad time~"

"Oh? OH"

Lovely had a good idea of what alexis was refering to.

At first they were suprised, then worried.

Lovely knew how much Vincent hated Porter, hell she hated him arguably just as much and Vincent had taken a huge liking to Bright eyes. Lovely found it adorable how happy Vincent was at the prospect of a little brother, so how would he feel about this?

"Aha~ Porter told me hed rather not lose his head telling vincent himself but he knew i couldnt just keep this to myself, so im on my way to tell him in his sted, i suggest you dont bring this up with Vincent, he's got enough on his mind, he most likely would want to avoid this information as much as possible, at least until after the summit"

"Yes of course"

Lovely knew how much pressured Vincent was under, they didnt want to add to it by bringing this up.

And besides, if alexis was going to tell him anyway then hed talk about it with her when he felt ready.

"Alright then, where are you going?"

"Oh! I was on my way to see Bright but if he's....busy i-"

"Oh dont worry, when i walked in on them Porter chased me away as opposed to staying with Bright eyes, my best guess is that Bright got sick of waiting for him to come back so he went back to his room"

Lovely was suprised by her intuition.

"A-alright then, ill go see if he's there"

Alexis hummed then made her way past them.

Lovely still didnt know what she'd say to him.

Once she had turned the corrner that she had previously attempted to turn before bumping into alexis, her eyes where met with something she believed to be the answere to her dilemma.

@darlin-collins thank you for proof reading!

@anexistingexistence thank you for the dialog recommendations

@you-think-i-care-mate

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt~ #redacted fic #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic #redacted bright eyes #fredrick redacted #redacted fredrick #lovely redacted #redacted lovely #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redacted vincent solaire #redacted vincent

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Heyo! Love your work btw *chef kiss* I'm obsessed with your poly turtles stuff. Could you maybe do some Christmas poly headcannons? Seasonal Activities they do with their s/o, possible gifts they receive, fav cookies/treats, fav Xmas music. Idk just some festive stuff? If you're busy that's cool 😎 your poly turt stuff has me needing more haha. Thanks!

Ok, I'm pretty sure I got this before Christmas and it's now May. I'm so sorry. I won't go into all the reasons I haven't really been writing because it's a lot but I want to get back into it so here goes with this very unseasonal post lmao

and thank you everyone for you patience as I get back into the swong of writing for my blog

Raph

This big hunk of red and green first

He's very seasonal if you think about it

He's also super (secretly) into the holidays

catch him doing his rendition of rockin' around the Christmas tree very loudly when he's off his tits on eggnog

((side note I think he would hate eggnog but would drink it solely because it's festive))

He's secretly super sentimental and he knows you love this time of year so he really puts his back into it

I'm talking it's the 1st of December and he wakes you up in a full Santa outfit and white beard (that he knitted himself) yelling "Ho Ho Ho!" and asking if you've been naughty or nice

it's like 6am so you, naturally, tell him to piss off

to which he makes a big show of trying to shove you into his Santa sack because "Someone needs a trip to the North Pole to learn the Christmas spirit"

He's also pretty good with crafts

obvs you guys can't go outside and be seen so he creates a whole winter wonderland in the lair (without telling the others, Mikey was the only one who appreciated it tbh)

also he's a great cook so you spend evening after evening baking sugar cookies and decorating them, sipping hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and whipped cream on top, making warming winter soups.

In terms of gifts, he gets you anything and everything he even thinks you might like

real big spender this one

handmade too items like a scarf he knitted for you because your old one was a bit worn, handmade card, he even did a little snow globe that he made with figures of you and him inside of it

he'll say "I know it's lame" or "It's not the best but I tried" but it means the world to you

Leo

Big boy blue up next

I see him loving a very traditional, old fashioned, classic Xmas.

His big thing is that he loves to decorate the tree with you

but you would always bicker about how it should look

"No, I think a gold and red theme would look better!"

"But, Leo, we have all of these cute glass candy canes I wanna hang!"

"But I have a vision!!"

so this year he decides to buy like 6 trees (and by buy I mean forage, steal or cut down)

so you can both have your own trees and decorate them however you want

this, obviously, becomes a Christmas competition

your very unwilling judges are Leo's brothers and even Splinter

they have never looked more uncomfortable than when you and Leo are very passionately stating your case for why your tree is better than the other's and it ends in you both throwing baubles at each other

about half an hour and a lot of tinsel lying everywhere later you decide that maybe you're both a little too competitive

but Leo reassures that "That's why I love you"

He's so big on quality time with you

lot's of sitting by a crackling fire, sipping coco and letting soft Christmas songs play

he's made a playlist of v gentle ones like Eartha Kitt's Santa baby, Conventry carol and god rest ye merry gentlemen.

it's all about the mood w/ Leo

as far as gifts, it's has to be something personal and sweet

a pressed flower in resin from the first day you both met, a silver heart shaped locket with a pic of you both in it, some sort of talisman that's supposed to keep you safe in ninja superstition

Mikey

Time for chaotic good to come to play

Mikey just manages to capture that almost childlike enthusiasm and wonder for the season

He has a funny habit of wrapping your gifts to look like something else

last year you were certain he'd gotten you a rocking horse but it turned out to be a new phone and headphones

"How long did it take you to wrap it like that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know.....3 hours to make the horse part look right"

normally he gets you silly but sweet gifts

lots of sticking filler things

oh and he gets you an actual stocking too, but like a comically oversized one to fit all the gifts

stuff he's made too

one year he made you 50 hand cut paper snowflakes with 50 reasons he loves you written and drawn on them

also stuff you guys can do together

video games he knows you'll find fun, stupid interactive games that you can play, that kinda stuff

he does a special Xmas scavenger hunt for you each year that the others pretend is stupid but it keeps getting more elaborate as time goes on and even they are started to get invested in the ending

there's a theme and everything ranging from polar express to murder at the Christmas party to Santa's grotto....

he also never fails to dress up as Mrs Clause every year (because Raph insists on being Santa and at first Mikey just wanted everyone to laugh, but now it's kinda a tradition)

Donnie

oh my sweet gadget boy

he's super big into cocktails, the sweeter the better

and you always get to name them together but you both have a warped sense of humour so the names are getting out of hand

you pick a fave each year as well

last year was "The abominable snowman's frozen left nut" and the year before was "Mrs Clause putting glass shavings in Santa's food because he came back with the clap"

I told you they were bizarre....

his gifts are always thoughtful and so romantic

I HC Donnie as being a super romantic guy

whether it be a painting he made of the constellations and planets in correct placement on the night the two of you first kissed

or a wreath of dried flowers and plants to hang on the door that came from the field behind your childhood house

but this year it's a scrapbook filled to the brim with every detail of the two of you, all dated and with a little annotation telling a story as to why it's in there. photos, cards, handwritten letters, magazine cut outs, diary entries.... it's all in there and it's enough to make you cry.

He also sneaks you out on Christmas eve every year without the others knowing (they'd flip if they came to know that he was stealing you away at that time)

but he takes you up to the rooftops to sit on blankets and drink hot chocolate (spiked with a little rum, it's Donnie after all...) and look at the lights and snowflakes and people bustling home to their families and you sit and feel at peace and laugh as you make up backstories to each individual you see scurrying home

you lean against his shoulder and every year that he does this it feels more magical than the last

#tmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles #christmas #poly #poly edition #christmas edition #tmnt x reader #tmnt/reader #tmntxreader

[fisheito]

for the question thing!!! do you have any silly hcs about the clan boys (+ the familiars/eito)? can be as wild as u want

sorry in advance if i don't have any HCs for ur beloveds bc i can only offer what my brain chooses to fixate on.... but let's see........

i like to imagine clan members enjoying fun little hobby hours

i pretend they're not busy adults with their own obligations and schedules.... so they just get together like a bunch of retirees and partake in shared hobbies whenever they want 🤗

e.g.,

book club: oli, blade, yaku, garu

horny book club: eiden, morv, blade, edmond if he works up the courage to discuss his fave BDSM PwP short novel with the 3 most shameless creatures ever ... honestly oli could join as well but i'm gonna excuse him from ONE book club so he can get some sleep. maybe he'll alternate days between the two 😆

sewing and knitting together like a couple of serene grandmas: yakuoli. eiden joins sometimes (all serenity is lost when he does)

TARGET PRACTICE! NEW ACTIVITIES!!! DARTS!! ! PIN THE TAIL ON THE EDMOND! sorry idk this is just my way of saying that after the cowboy event, i want to imagine edmond/dante/garu all playing target striking games and it becomes a contest of how split one dart can be down the middle (you can't all be perfect aimers ok aster can't keep buying new darts can u PLEASE throw them anywhere but dead centre).

i know blade could join as well but would it take the competition aspect out of it? he's kind of calibrated to never miss right?? it's not a game anymore. it's just superior blade and pissed off dante and garu cheering (he's just happy to be there) and edmond trying to be civil about letting everyone participate

they are out in the garden. touching grass: yaku is gardening. blade is collecting bugs. garu is digging holes. kuya is bewitching plants at random to spew sex pollen into someone's face (i feel like this is his superpower in SEVERAL fics and i am not complaining). quincy is trying to nap

.but .

he chose the worst place to do it. in the middle of nature's playground (aster's garden)?

garu's kicking up dust into his face. blade is shoving random insects into his face and asking identification questions. yaku screams when he inevitably falls to the kuya traps. kuya can't resist watching the little ones (yakugaru) play with dirt. WHY would you choose to sleep here.

(Topper is nibbling all the edible plants in the garden while skillfully avoiding all the porn plot traps with his superior Toppinstincts)

now for 3 ! single character HCs.......

kuya: wanders the marketplace, and often sees those anti-aging creams with LOFTY claims to their power... he always mocks them and insults the intelligence of all the vain people clamouring to buy the stock. later that day you will see kuya at home, trying those very same creams (procured illegally, of course, because why pay for anything ever) and pretending like he's zero percent interested in the results

rei: in the same situation will just as quickly mock the creams but unlike kuya he'll mean it and will NOT be caught applying the gloop all over his face later. "lmao it's just sunscreen who even believes this shit"

yakumo: i like to give him sneczema sometimes. i know it's implied that everyone in gay gacha has perfect skin forever *waves hand dismissively* BUT

imagine that he loves working with his hands but the sneczema can flare up if he's too rough on em, so he compromises by wearing his gloves. protect that vulnerable skin, yaku!! [insert pun about scaly skin]

His SR clothing material seems soft. Aesthetic reason: slippery smooth like the idea of snek. Practical reason: coarse textures can aggravate skin 😔 only the silkiest coverings for a scaly boy...

i mean. yaku prefers the wet cave environment so we gotta keep an eye on his humidity. too dry and he'l'l turn into a wafer (like in Solaria that One Time)

is this just an excuse for me to mist him with a spray bottle ? at random times because it just seems like fun? perhaps. spritzspritz

#i wanted to only respond to this ask when i had the biggest most brain blastingest thorough intrIGUING headcanons but #i. i don't think we're gonna reach that point. #whatever's floating in my brain is as good as we're gonna get haha #and you've waited long enough... probably? i've lost track of days #can't...t hink... of a specific theme of headcanon.... encompassing every clan member..... *furrows brow in concentration* #sighs. you know how you could have a bunch of ideas but they're all swimming around rapidspeed and you can't actually collect them #until someone prompts you with a VERY SPECIFIC casting line and oh! suddenly! access to thoughts unlocked!!!! #if u just ask me what i think about generally it's. fluff. fluff and food. brain simple #but if u ever wanna try and target my cortex with a specific prompt #throw it at me 😁😁 #asks

[billthedrake]

BIG DADDY (PART EIGHT)

It was a novel, fun vibe between me and my high school buddy Kevin. McConnell had flown down for a long New Year's weekend in Austin.

"Had to get out of the fucking cold," he growled in his Jersey accent when he called to tell me he was coming down. He asked if I wanted to come to the city and stay over for an old fashioned guy's weekend. I hesitated, because Cheryl was over 8 months along in her pregnancy, but she insisted I go have some fun.

Now that I was alone with Kevin in his hotel room, I was glad for guy's night in the city. There was still a naughty thrill to fooling around with my good friend, and I knew Kevin felt that times five.

"Can't believe I just got Brennan-fucked," he grinned, pleased with his new coined term as he lay back on the bad, watching my naked body as I rejoined him in the bed after taking a post-fuck piss. I half expected things would be weird between us now, but we just rode the thrill.

"You seemed to like it," I said as I slid back under the sheets, cozying up to Kevin's gym-toned body. Cocky, maybe, but also checking in with my buddy.

"I did," he said thoughtfully. "I tried bottoming a couple of times wasn't crazy about it. Leave it to Big Man Nick to make me love it."

"We shoulda done this back in high school," I said with a hearty laugh.

"Damn, man," Kevin sighed. I could tell he was battling some emotions, and I felt a little bad for teasing him. We kissed some, and I enjoyed feeling the cum-covered, sweaty torso of my friend as he felt up my muscle, before reaching down to grope my cock. "You think you got another in you, Brennan?" he asked, clearly getting worked up again.

"Like a kid with a new toy, huh?" I laughed.

"Pretty much, man... you got a beautiful cock, Nick."

I felt that said dick firm up to steel hardness in his grip. "You keep that up, buddy, and the second round is gonna come sooner rather than later."

Kevin grinned and let go of my dick, instead wrapping his arms around my waist and hoisting my body up onto his gym-toned body.

"Ooof, you got some strength buddy," I laughed.

My friend bit his lips playfully and nodded. "You don't know how many times I dreamed of us in this position back in high school."

"You crushing out on me, Big Guy?" I said, feeling nervous about what his answer would be.

"Hell yeah, I am Brennan," Kevin replied. "But it's cool. I know where I stand. I'm not gonna make demands on ya, ever, bud." He looked up in my eyes and I could feel his body relax, except for his cock which throbbed against my own crotch. "Listen, I've been holding out. The reason I'm down here is to scope out a place to live."

"For real?" I asked. It was the last thing I expected.

"For real," he said. "God Nick, you didn't tell me Austin was Jersey expensive," he laughed. "Even worse, maybe."

"It's a little better further out," I explained.

"Fuck that," Kevin said. "I've had my life on hold for too long living someplace I didn't want to live." My buddy seemed to be getting more contemplative. "I need something different. Dad was pissed when I told him I was quitting the business, but he'll get over it."

"Damn, McConnell," I hissed. "You really are moving."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm gonna fuck my way through all the Texas cowboys I can score. Make up for lost time."

"It's not really cowboy country here," I started to say.

"Don't spoil my fantasy," Kevin winked. "And cowboy or not, they sure grow 'em big down here."

I didn't have any objection there.

Kevin's hands were caressing my sides and his legs were spreading, letting me scoot in between them.

"You gonna fuck me again, Brennan?" he asked.

I nodded, getting horny again for sure. "Yeah, McConnell, I'm gonna fuck you again."

***

Come January Cheryl gave birth to our daughter. Iris Jessica Brennan. A healthy and happy baby. I was over the moon, and so proud of my wife for how great a mother she was.

I'd negotiated paternity time with Big Daddy when he promoted me to CFO. Mark ribbed me like hell for taking it, and truth was I still went in once a week and checked emails to delegate stuff that needed delegating. But R.C. Pool Supply would be fine, and some things were more important.

Unlike the Bryant men, I did my best to help out with everything. Not only the Dad stuff of setting up the nursery and babyproofing the hell out of our place, but waking up in the night to feed the baby, or cooking for Cheryl when she was too exhausted. I was glad to be there for both of them those three months.

But holy hell, those first months made the pregnancy dry spell of our sex life pale in comparison. Cheryl still wasn't ready for vaginal sex and her postpartum hormones made sure she wasn't up for anything else either.

"Sorry honey," she apologized one night as I held Iris as we sat on the couch. "I know we haven't had sex in a while... I'll make it up to you, promise."

I missed it, missed it a lot, but my schedule usually meant I could go over to Randy Slocum's before he went on shift. Sometimes it was a quick BJ stop while I ran errands, but often I'd have that cop strip down for a longer session in his bed. Maybe because I wasn't fucking Cheryl, I liked to do Officer Slocum nice and slow, missionary, lots of making out before I put my legs on my shoulders and fucked that rack of Texas beef.

I was even getting more romantic with Dan Bryant on our three-times a week gym meet ups. Forgoing the shower quickies and settling for some time in the back seat of his SUV.

"I remember what it's like with a newborn," my brother in law chuckled after he came up from a particularly intense blowjob, my cum deep in his stomach. "You doing OK, Nick?"

"Better now," I smiled. "You're the best, kid," I said in my best bedroom voice before leaning in to kiss Dan softly.

The ex-football player got a goofy, shy smile and said softly. "I just like making you feel good... after all you've done for me."

My dick stayed hard and twitched again as he said that. I don't know that I did anything for Dan other than fuck him. And be his friend. But I ran my hands up along his business casual polo shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, and some of that natural padding.

We kissed again, a little more excitedly.

"You gotta get back to the office?" I asked him, now eager to get off a second time. Like I say, I'd been pretty backed up.

Dan shook his head and smiled, those baby blues drawing me into another kiss.

There, in the back of his SUV, I took my time. Rimming Dan's hot, muscular ass, then giving an extra dose of spit on his pucker. That would be all the lube we'd get, but it did the trick. Dan Bryant was hungry for dick and he took me with some gentle coaxing. Pretty soon I was nailing him hard and fucking a load out of his balls.

"God, Nick!" he grunted as he did his best to catch his sperm in his hand. I gripped his hips tight and pounded my seed into him. He'd be going back to the office good and wet down there, for sure.

I was in a real fucking good mood as we uncoupled and wiped off with some spare napkins from the glove compartment before getting dressed again.

"So Nick..." Dan said, almost nervous to bring it up. "Courtney's baby... it's yours isn't it?"

Dan's wife was five months along now and showing. I promised Court I wouldn't tell Dan, but I also didn't want to lie to my brother-in-law and buddy. "What do you want me to say, Dan?" I replied.

He nodded. "If it's gonna be anyone else, I'm glad you're the father," he said softly, blushing as he admitted it.

"You're the father, buddy," I tried to assure him. "No matter whose seed it is."

He flashed me a game smile, like he was trying to convince himself of that. Then he shrugged. "I guess I'm not man enough for Courtney."

I could read all of his self doubts and troubles and anxieties in that moment. Never living up to Big Daddy. Never being honest with himself. He was trying to be honest now.

I patted him on the shoulder, squeezing that bulk affectionately. "You're all man, Dan. You just happen to like dick," I explained.

That made my brother-in-law smile, a real smile.

"But can I give you a bit of advice?"

"Yeah, Nick," Dan replied with a puppy-dog eagerness.

"Courtney... well, you don't need me to say this, but your wife, she's the kind of woman... well, you need to give her a lot of attention, Dan. Even if you have to think of me when you're fucking her. If you don't, she'll get that attention from other men."

"I can do that, Nick," Dan said, surprisingly chipper to take my advice.

This was a fucked-up family, and I was part of it now.

We'd talk more as we opened up to one another. Over golf games and business trips and guys' weekend getaway to Dallas to see a Rangers series. But that would come later. For now, Dan and I just knew we were solid. Somehow, Courtney's pregnancy had brought us closer. No matter how much a heel I'd been, Dan loved me. And in my own way, I loved him, too.

***

Cheryl wasn't kidding. She made things up to me. I'd already started back at work when her libido came roaring back. We had morning sex, and I got a welcome home blowjob, and after putting Iris to bed at night, we fucked again. My balls were well drained, and there was no more Randy Slocum time. I even apologized to Dan, but he got it.

"That's cool, Nick. I've been taking your advice... with Courtney. We're kind of having our second honeymoon, even," he said to me as we got changed from our lunchtime gym workout.

I slapped his back. "Glad to hear, buddy."

But the man most thrilled about Cheryl was Big Daddy. He came over almost every night. Presumably to see his granddaughter, but he never left without fucking Cheryl, or at least getting head from her.

We started fucking her together. Me and Mark, side by side, in the bed, taking turns. It was incredible. Watching his big beefy body in full rut, oversized and overpowering his petite daughter, making her orgasm. Then feeling his hands on my more athletic build as I fucked on his father cum. Then kissing both my wife and father-in-law in succession.

As hot as it all was, it made Cheryl happy. My nympho wife had returned and she had both the loves of her lives to keep her satisfied.

I gave them a night together and went over to Dan's for some brother-in-law time. Courntey was over at Mrs. Bryant's, and Dan and I made the most of it. We made out like teenagers in his man cave and slowly stripped down.

"God you have an incredible body, Nick," Dan hissed. "I... I think about it when I fuck Courtney." Then he looked up at my with a lewd grin. "Sometimes I fuck her like you fuck... she loves that."

"I bet she does, buddy," I growled, taking the initiative to pounce on his beefy body and wrestle him to take the top position. Dan was rock hard beneath me. By the time I was fingering his pucker, I felt any resistance melt. "You gonna make me proud, brother?" I teased. "Gonna be a good cunt for me?"

"I'm your cunt, Nick," Dan answered in a heartbeat. "Anytime you need."

I pushed my dick in and we both let out a heavy grunt.

***

I knocked on Mark Bryant's office door. It had been a half hour since the receptionist had gone in for a "private meeting" to take care of my father-in-law's needs. It was my turn for a private meeting.

"Come in," he said, but I was already stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

"Brennan!" he greeted me. "How's everything going?"

"Good, Mark," I said, plopping myself in one of the leather-upholstered chairs.

He gave me a look. He knew something was up. "Here for business?" he asked.

"Not exactly," I said. "I told Cheryl, but I wanted to make sure you knew. Whenever we have another baby, there's gonna be a paternity test. And I better be the father."

That caught Big Daddy off guard but he gave me his best poker face. "Or else?"

I laid down my royal flush. "Or else I'm making public another paternity test."

That got him mad. Face beet red mad. "What the hell... you blackmailing me, punk?"

I shrugged, not letting his harsh voice get to me. "I call it insurance. You may run things around here, sir, but my home is my castle and I run it. Got it? "

He grinned at my audacity. "Not a lot of men talk to me that way, boy."

"I'm not a lot of men," I replied. "I honestly don't care what you think of me... but I need to know... we got an understanding?"

Big Daddy nodded, and his flush anger turned to a knowing grin. "I'm just glad you're on my team, Brennan. You got some killer instincts."

I smiled and stood up. "Hope to see you this evening, sir. Cheryl's usually up the wall in heat by 5, so maybe if you could leave a little early today."

I could tell that turned the big man on. "Anything for my princess," he growled.

***

I made sure Cheryl was on the pill. I monitored it, and she knew, making sure to take one in front of me from time to time. I think she was scared I'd mess up things for her and Mark. We talked about having another child in three years' time. I wanted Iris to have a younger sibling, but with enough years spacing out our kids so it didn't seem like a frickin' day care around the house.

So I wasn't concerned when I started working later hours. I'd been stepping into the CFO role at the office and while I enjoyed the responsibility and the pay, I was getting home around 8 at night more and more. Big Daddy would already be gone and I'd have a nice wet creampie to eat out of my wife's snatch, while she clawed gently at my hair.

"Yes, Nick, oh yes, babe! Oh GOD!" she'd cry as I'd get her to cum with my tongue. There were some real advantages to having a nympho wife.

****

Dan was traveling on a couple of sales call, so I was spending my lunch time in that favorite abandoned parking lot. It was winter, a real winter week, even in Texas and I leaned back in the driver's seat while Officer Slocum blew me.

It had been too long, and I'd forgotten how hot he looked in full uniform, his cap resting on the dashboard. I gripped the nape of his neck and thrust up into his throat. God help me, the cop knew how to take it.

I was getting turned on so I just went for it, fucking Slocum's throat till I was blasting off.

Randy slurped my prick as he pulled off, sucking off the mucus-y spit and sperm and cleaning me off before giving it a final kiss. He was flushed from excitement when he leaned up. "That was hot, Mr. Nick," he grinned. "Nice." He was a couple years older now than when I first got a blow job off him, and he had aged out of those rookie looks, but still looked young and beefy and fuckable. He pulled a napkin out of my glove compartment and wiped the excess spit from his chin and lips before putting his cap back on.

"I guess I should tell you, Mr. Nick... this will be the last time for us."

God help me, Randy Slocum has gotten some self respect, I thought. "That's cool, Randy," I said, as I wiped off my prick and tucked it back in. "If you ever change your mind..." I offered. Something about getting a cop who can take a throat fuck had me not wanting to stop with Slocum cold turkey.

He grinned. "It's not that, sir... It's just, Jess and I are moving to Austin. I lined up a job with the PD there."

It actually took me a second to put two and two together. Maybe because it never occurred to me that Kevin McConnell was such a sly player. Good for my buddy. I reached over and squeezed that muscle through his uniform shirt. "Best of luck, Officer. Just one last request..."

"What is it, Mr. Nick?" Slocum asked.

I grinned. "Just treat my buddy well," I said. "He deserves a little extra service."

Randy laughed, amused I'd figured it out. "Can do, Mr. Nick."

#drakestories

[thequeenofthewinter]

Fic Friday

It has been a while and I have been through a lot of writerly ups and downs and irl chaos, but I have finally posted a new chapter of fic. Thank you to everyone who has read what I am writing or supported me though this. <3

Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure

Pairing: Dahlia Wintersnow (OC Dragonborn)/Ulfric Stormcloak

Rating: E (Smut, cannon-typical violence)

Warnings: Check them on AO3.

Link to Fic: Click here

Snippet:

A better question would be what papers doesn't he have in front of him. Ledgers, recruitment numbers, and reports from the various Jarls all sit in front of him untouched along with the regular day-to-day paperwork for running the Hold.

"If you gave me some of the documents related to Eastmarch business, I could probably take care of it for you."

It's like she reads his thoughts. He smiles and shakes his head. "You are supposed to be resting--"

"--and yet I am tired of resting as I do nothing but that. Please Ulfric, let me help you. I am on bedrest, not incompetent."

While her tone is light, there is still a slight chiding to her words--a quiet threat of falling back into the unfortunate cycle they had only just gotten themselves out of. He has but one option. Checkmate.

Ulfric turns to his desk, sifting through some of the stacks of papers to find what he is looking for, and then walks over to the bed to sit down next to her. "Are you certain?"

"Positive. We share this burden together for better or worse, and a little paperwork is no match for the legendary Dragonborn." She smiles. "If I get angry enough, I can make them disappear with a single word."

He chuckles quietly at her words. Some part of him is happy that his wife seems to be back to her usual teasing, even if he wishes that the circumstances were less administrative and more of a different type. While she may be with child, it is not that he has not stopped thinking about her or wanting her.

"Here are the recent Hold reports. Most of them are the usual sort that you've seen around here with requests for supplies or general petty disputes. There might be something or other related to comings and goings of shipments to Helgen. I'd pay special attention to that and to Torsten's reports of navy ships." He sighs, "Ideally, exports should be up, imports should hold steady, and the numbers should all match, but that would be asking for too much."

Dahlia takes the papers from him, her hand grazing the underside of his palms gently as she does so. "And how are Torsten's ships coming along?" A glance down at the sheaf of papers, and several noble names catch her attention. She shifts them to the bottom; they can wait. Other matters are more urgent than political pissing contests, and she finds she doesn't have the patience for it at the moment.

A steady breath in through Ulfric's nose and out through his mouth tells her almost everything she needs to know before he even speaks. "He's been dragging his heels, but...I know how to light a fire under his ass. He'll soon learn the hard way that I am not playing around at ships and sailors."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #ulfric x dragonborn #dahlia wintersnow #winter writes #fic friday