#i haye when they get straight

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled WIP to bring you this Scoops Ahoy AU one-shot. It's a long one.

Eddie was about to enter Scoops Ahoy when he saw Steve in front of the counter, his back to him. He was in full uniform, hat on top and all. He was practicing drawing his scoop like he was a cowboy. Eddie's eyes wondered over his backside, giggling at Steve being a dork, and his heart was beating rapidly. Yeah, he liked that a lot, especially the legs attached to the ass. Steve twirled around and smiled at Eddie. He drew his scoop and pretended to shoot him. Eddie clutched his chest and dropped to the floor. He heard Steve’s laughter ring out, and it was the best thing in the world. Shit. He liked Steve Harrington. Eddie jumped up and took off, barely listening to Steve screaming behind him.

"It was just an ice cream scoop!"

Eddie ran all the way out into the parking lot and jumped into his van. He turned it on and thought about where he wanted to go, and then he cursed. Shit, he was supposed to meet Jeff here for a movie. He turned off his van and jumped when someone knocked on his window. He yelped when he saw that it was Steve Harrington. Eddie looked at him wearily before rolling down his window.

"Making special deliveries now, Cap?" Eddie asked, hoping he was actually as calm as he thought he was being.

"Only for people who drop their wallets," Steve grinned, holding up his wallet.

Eddie squeaked and went to grab it, but Steve pulled it back with a grin.

"Never took you for a bully, Harrington," Eddie smirked.

"Seriously?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, a little bitchy? Yes. Bully? No. Not even you would do that. Too busy hiding secrets in that hair of yours," he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh. And what secrets are hiding in your hair, Munson?" Steve asked, leaning on the frame.

Eddie trailed his fingers across Steve’s arm. Shit, was he really flirting with him?

"How about you climb into the back of my van and find out?" Eddie asked.

He surprised both of them with that question. He didn't think that he would be so forward. Steve grinned.

"Okay, but I only have fifteen minutes," Steve said he set his watch.

Steve started walking around to the other side, and Eddie quickly scrambled into the back. He flopped onto his back and onto the blanket he kept in the van. Steve opened the door, crawled into the van, and closed the door behind him, lying down beside Eddie.

"So, I have to ask," Steve said, leaning on his elbow. "Why did you run away when I shot you with my ice cream scoop?"

"Uh, there was a bee. A really big bee," Eddie said.

"A big bee, huh?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. I, uh, I really didn't think I ever liked bees before, but I saw this bee, and it was actually kind of cute. A cute dorky bee," Eddie said. "It scared me how much I liked this bee."

"So, was this bee blue, white, and red?" Steve grinned.

"Hmm, you cracked my code," Eddie said. "Damn."

"So is it the fact that I'm a jock or the fact that I'm a guy?" He asked.

"I've always liked women, and I never even questioned it even when other people assumed it about me," Eddie said. "And they always did."

"Funny, people always assumed I was straight even though I wanted them to think otherwise," Steve said.

"I'm obvious. You're not," Eddie grinned.

Steve laughed and placed his hand on his chest, dragging his nails gently across his chest.

"So, you really didn't think I was an asshole in high school?" Steve asked.

"No, mostly because I know how much you tried to stop the basketball players from beating the shit out of us," Eddie said. "Even Tommy Hagan was harmless. He was all talk and too much of a chicken shit to actually do anything about it. Plus, Gareth told me all about how you once stopped Tommy Hayes from beating the shit out of him."

"I fucking hate that guy, him and Jason Carver both. I tried to go to Principal Higgins about it, but he seemed like he was really out to get you. I don't what the fuck that guy's problem with you is but I kind of wanted to kick his ass," Steve scoffed.

"There's a picture," Eddie grinned. "So, did you always know you liked guys? I mean, I should have known at some point, right?"

"I don't think that you can put an exact time frame on something like this, especially since it's different for everyone. I was reading a parenting book, and it suggested that you shouldn't compare your child with other children because they grow and develop at like different rates," Steve said. "I figure that probably works the same with sexuality too."

"Why were you reading a parenting book?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, these kids that I babysit have been having nightmares, and I've been trying to figure out the best way to help them," Steve said.

Eddie pinned him down and climbed on top of him. Steve looked at him in surprise.

"You're the fucking cutest," Eddie said.

He leaned down and kissed him. Eddie mewed softly against his mouth when Steve kissed him back and grabbed the back of his head. His other hand was pressed against Eddie's lower back. Eddie kissed him roughly, rocking his hips against his. He liked the feeling of Steve’s lips against his and the way his hands felt in his hair. He definitely liked the way his hand felt against his backside. His entire body was buzzing. Eddie reached behind him to grab Steve’s hand and moved it so it was cupping his butt. Steve chuckled against his mouth. Suddenly, the van door flew open, causing them to break the kiss. Jeff stood there, staring at the scene with wide eyes.

"Hey, man," Eddie said casually as he continued to straddle Steve Harrington.

He couldn't explain this one away, considering Steve’s hand was on his ass.

"What?!" Jeff exclaimed.

"This is exactly what it looks like," Eddie said.

"I didn't know that you were into guys," Jeff said, looking at them both.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Steve asked with wide eyes, and Jeff laughed.

"No, man, I'm gay," Jeff said, and Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

"You didn't know I was into guys?" Eddie asked with a scoff. "I didn't know I was into guys."

"So, new discovery then?" Jeff asked, and Eddie nodded. "Want me to close the door?"

Jeff wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. He was about to reply when Steve’s watch went off. Eddie frowned.

"Damn it!" Steve cursed. "I have to get back to work."

"We were making out longer than we thought," Eddie said with grin. "Can we do this again?"

"Yeah, you got a pen?" Steve asked.

Eddie dove towards the front of his van, grabbing a pen out of a cup holder. Steve whistled at his ass and Eddie cackled as he turned around, handing Steve the pen. Steve grabbed his arm and began writing numbers into Eddie's skin. Once he was finished, he bent down and blew on the ink to let it dry, looking directly at Eddie while he did it. Eddie shuddered as his breath hit his skin.

"Call me," Steve winked and hopped out of the van. "See you . . .?"

"Jeff," he replied.

"Jeff," Steve said, nodding at him and walking off.

"Wait, my wallet!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Check your back pocket!" Steve yelled.

Eddie frowned and checked his back pocket. Sure enough, his wallet was there.

"You sexy magician," Eddie muttered.

"Dude, that thing with the number was insanely hot," Jeff said. "Are you going to be able to concentrate on the movie?"

"I'm going to do something to screw this up. I know it!" Eddie exclaimed and buried his head into the blanket.

A couple of weeks later, and so far, Eddie hadn't screwed anything up. It was going well for him and Steve. He had called Steve that very same night, and they had talked for an hour before agreeing to meet at Steve's house for their first date. The asshole had cooked him dinner and everything. Eddie had insisted on cleaning the dishes with Steve, which had turned into them splashing soapy water at each other. After that, they sprawled onto the couch to watch TV, which had turned into a heavy makeout session that had Eddie losing his shirt and Steve nibbling on his tattoos. According to Steve, they're hot. Now, here he was bouncing into Scoops Ahoy to visit Steve. Steve’s co-worker, Robin, rolled her eyes at him.

"Hey, Stevie, is it your breaktime yet?" Eddie grinned.

"Yes, and for the love of God, do your little drug deal in the storage closet," Robin said. "If you must."

Steve grinned as he pulled Eddie into the break room and then into the storage closet, turning the lock.

"She thinks I'm selling you drugs," Eddie laughed as Steve pushed him up against the wall.

"Yeah, I got you something," Steve smiled and started digging around in his pockets.

"Yeah, you do," Eddie wiggled his eyebrows.

"No, not that," Steve snorted. "Although, maybe later if you're a good boy. Here."

He pulled a bumblebee pin out of his pocket. Eddie grinned and took it, an overwhelming wave or affection for the guy in front of him. He quickly added it to the pins on his vest.

"Thanks, Stevie," Eddie said and kissed him softly before cooing at him. "Sweet boy."

Steve blushed as he fiddled with the pin on his vest.

"I was hoping to ask you a question, and I'd get if you don't want to or if you want to keep thing the way they are but - ," Steve said.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Eddie blurted out.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed, his eyes bright. "That's what I was going to ask you."

"You should know that I've never wanted to be someone's boyfriend before, not until you came along," Eddie said. "I don't know even know how to be a boyfriend."

"We'll figure it out together," Steve grinned.

Eddie kissed him, pulling his body close to his as he wrapped his arms around his neck. Steve smiled against his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Suddenly, the door opened, and Robin burst in.

"I need help - Shit!" Robin exclaimed.

"I, uh, lost something," Eddie said.

"What? Did you lose your keys in his mouth?" Robin asked.

"I might have," Eddie scowled.

"And you searched for them with your tongue?" She asked.

"It's really good search method," he said.

"Try again," she said.

"He really wanted a discount," Eddie said.

"Hm, that's a little more believable," Robin said.

"Steve," Eddie whined.

"Relax, Munson, I'm a lesbian," Robin said.

"Really?" Eddie and Steve grinned.

"Yeah, I hate to pull you away from your boyfriend, but there are a lot of customers now, and I need help," Robin said softly. "Oh, did you know that the lock on this door is broken?"

"I do now," Steve replied.

"Nice bee pin, Munson," Robin said.

"Thanks, my new boyfriend gave it to me," he said, batting his eyelashes at Steve.

"That's cute," Robin said. "He pinned you."

"I know! We're sooo going steady. I'm hoping he'll give me his letterman and takes me to the sock hop," Eddie squealed, batting his eyelashes again.

"Okay," Steve rolled his eyes and pushed them out of the closet. "You two are not becoming friends."

"We're all becoming friends, Harrington," Robin replied.

"Oh. Well, that's okay then," Steve said softly.

And friends the three of them did become. Eddie even invited them to see their band play at the Hideout. They had both enjoyed it immensely to his delight. Robin and Jeff had hit it off, most likely laughing about Eddie and Steve. Eddie didn't think that Steve would pull him into the bathroom and get on his knees for him. He didn't think he was that good, but Steve, apparently, thought differently. Steve had been a big hit with all of his friends, especially when he remembered Gareth by making note of the fact that he didn't have his braces anymore. The only thing left to do was introduce Steve to his uncle. Coming out to Wayne had been easy because it didn't change anything between them like he thought it would.

"You're my nephew, and I'm still your uncle. If I didn't give up on you when you robbed that truck full of weed, then there is nothing you can do or be that's gonna scare me off, son," Wayne said.

Now, here they were, waiting for Steve to arrive. He should have been here by now. Eddie was pacing the floor of the living room, his stomach in knots.

"Relax, son, he's going to be here," Wayne said.

"I feel like something is wrong. Something is seriously wrong," Eddie frowned.

Suddenly, there was a loud mechanical roaring sound like the sound of a helicopter. Eddie and Wayne walked outside to find several military looking helicopters flying overhead. Eddie quickly scrambled on top of the trailer to see where they were flying. Eddie blanched when he saw the smoke, and he quickly scrambled back down.

"What?" Wayne asked.

"There's smoke coming from Starcourt," Eddie said. "Steve works there. I need to go!"

"We're both going, and I'll drive," Wayne said, clapping a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I knew it, I knew it," Eddie kept muttering as they drove.

When they pulled up to Starcourt, they found a military blockade in front of the mall. They were denied entry as soon as they walked up. Wayne pulled him aside.

"I'll distract them. You go find your boy," he said.

Eddie looked at him doubtfully for a moment before Wayne started yelling at the guards. Eddie took the opportunity to run past them.

"STEVE! STEVE?!" Eddie shrieked as he fought through people's arms.

He was full on sobbing, his eyes blurry with tears. He didn't notice until he ran into Hopper.

"Munson, what the hell are you doing here?" Hopper asked.

"I'm looking for Steve. Is he okay? He's not - tell me he's not - " Eddie started to babble.

"EDDIE?!" Steve’s voice sounded from across the parking lot.

Eddie let out a strangled sob and ran across the parking lot. He threw his arms around Steve’s neck, hugging him tightly. Steve was stunned for a moment, but he soon wrapped his arms around Eddie, hugging him back just as tightly. Eddie pulled back slightly, but not out of his arms.

"Oh my God, baby, what happened to your face?" Eddie asked and then sighed. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it right now. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Steve. . .who is this guy, and why did he just call you baby?" A curly haired boy in a hat asked.

"This must be Dustin," Eddie grinned.

"Oh, you talked about me?" Dustin asked with a grin.

"Dustin, this is Eddie Munson," Steve rolled his eyes.

"Oh! He's the friend you wouldn't shut up about," Dustin said.

"You wouldn't shut up about little old me?" Eddie batted his eyelashes at him and paused. "You can tell your kids, I don't mind."

"Eddie's my boyfriend," Steve said.

"Boyfriend?!" Dustin and the kids exclaimed.

"Eddie, the redhead is Max Mayfield, El Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, and this is - "

"Will, right?" Eddie asked.

"Oh my God! You're the guy from the music store!" Will exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh?" Steve asked.

"Mom! It's that guy from the music store that I told you about!" Will said excitedly. "The one who took the baseball for me!"

A short woman with brown hair and brown eyes came wondering over.

"You're the one who did that for my boy?" She asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said.

"Thank you. I'm Joyce Byers, by the way," she said and hugged him tightly. "Did I just hear you're Steve’s boyfriend?"

"Yes," he said.

"Oh, that's so great. I'm happy for you, Steve. He sounds like a great guy," Joyce said. "You guys are cute."

"Thanks, Joyce," Steve smiled.

"I didn't know you were gay, Steve," Mike said, not unkindly.

"We're bisexual," Steve and Eddie said in unison.

"We like both," Eddie explained when some of them looked confused.

"You can do that?!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Yes, idiot," Max said. "I think it's so cool that you're both bisexual."

"We think so too," Steve said.

He felt Steve leaning against him, and he looked over at him in concern.

"I'm going to get this one to a hospital," Eddie said.

Robin parted her way through the kids and stood on Steve’s other side.

"I'm going with you," Robin said.

"I don't need to go to the hospital," Steve said.

"Yes, dingus, you do," Robin said.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"Okay," Steve said as Eddie slipped an arm around his waist.

His uncle was waiting by the van, and he grimaced at the sight of Steve.

"You okay, son?" Wayne asked.

"He will be once he gets to the hospital," Eddie said.

"You must be Wayne. I'm glad to finally meet you. Wish it was under better circumstances, though," Steve said.

"Me too, son," Wayne said and helped Eddie get him into the van.

Robin climbed up front while Eddie climbed in the back with Steve. He pulled him into his arms as Wayne drove off.

"You scared the hell out of me," Eddie whispered.

"Sorry," Steve replied.

"Nothing to apologize for," Eddie said. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," Steve said.

"Steve - I, uh, - " Eddie said nervously.

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"I love you," Eddie whispered.

Steve picked his head up and gazed at him. It was true. He loved him. This time, he wasn't going to run away or sabotage it. The only direction he wanted to run to was towards Steve.

"I love you too," Steve said.

Suddenly, there came a loud sniffle from up front.

"Uncle Wayne, are you crying?" Eddie asked.

"No!" Wayne exclaimed, and Eddie cackled. "Shut up, boy!"

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. His life was complete.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID

@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit

It's sinful, fucking sinful.

When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.

He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.

Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.

James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.

Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.

The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.

So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.

"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."

"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders

"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.

He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.

"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.

"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.

"Dance with me?"

Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.

Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.

"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.

"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.

He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.

Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.

"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth

#SORRY ITS BAD ITS RUSHED #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter #jegulus microfic #microfiction #marauders fanfiction #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #croptopjames #croptopjames submission #james potter x regulus black #crop top james #james potter in a crop top

[viviennevermillion]

*breaks into your inbox*

Hello again! I loved the first one and I'm absolutely in love with Sampo and Blade so can I request headcanons for them with a partner that loves to just shower them in affection? Like they love to hold hands, hug, compliment them, and just give little kisses all the time? :3

Showering them in Affection

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: this made me swoon so much because aaaaaaaaaaaaa sampo shdhshdjzjsjdjs. also guys check out my hsr network @masked-fools! feel free to apply to join us! also do tell me if you want to be on my taglist for any characters!

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: feels like home — edwina hayes

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: sampo, blade

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none

Sampo may seem like an "easygoing fella", as he describes himself, and seems to talk more than he is silent but it's a role he plays. Getting Sampo to open up and be genuine and honest with you is incredibly difficult and takes a long, long time and through it all he is pining so much. So once he's actually with you and fully gives his heart to you, he craves your affection like it's the air he breathes

He always indulges you when you decide to basically shower him in affection. You'll be planting kisses all over his face and Sampo has the proudest, happiest smile on his expression as if someone just crowned him king of Belobog.

He loves deep kisses. He'd be up for kissing you for an hour straight if you wanted to. He puts on a nice lip balm in your favorite flavor just for you. Just so you keep feeling like kissing him. He adores when you cup his cheeks and kiss him like this is your last day together. It makes his heart flutter.

Sampo feels he's living the dream with someone as affectionate as you. He's a man who wants to be spoiled and pampered. Literally melts and wonders whether he's in heaven already when you hold him in your arms and place soft kisses on his forehead. He snuggles closer to you, nuzzling your neck and you can smell his shampoo as you rest your head on top of his. It's really nice. Occasionally he pecks your neck and tries to cling to you even more than he's already doing.

You know those couples who make out in the hallway whilst other people are present? That's Sampo except in the Administrative District of Belobog. He thinks you look cute holding a small bouquet he got you at the flower shop and he decides if he wants to kiss you now, the tram and its driver, who is already cursing at you for standing in the way, can wait.

He's always happy when you want to hold his hand. But it also is never enough for him. You reach for his hand and he pulls you into a hug or presses a kiss to your lips almost reflexively.

Listen, Sampo is a sucker for compliments. He was thinking about "tall, blue and handsome" but any compliment that comes out of your mouth literally sounds so much better than that. He'd love to be called a pet name like "love" or "darling". Makes him feel like in a way you're partners in crime even if you're not participating in his scams.

There's nothing that makes Sampo's heart beat faster than you being bold with your affections. Pulling him into a kiss in front of a whole crowd. Trailing soft pecks down his neck while you're hiding from the Silvermane Guards. Announcing to your friends who may not approve of him as your boyfriend that he's the love of your life. He's down bad when you do stuff like this.

Blade tries to not show it on his face how much he adores how affectionate you are with him. He's never imagined himself as someone who's into this type of thing but surprises can come even to someone who has lived as long as he has.

Blade prefers slower, more soft affections from you behind closed doors as opposed to Sampo. He loves when the two of you are cuddled up in bed and you tell him how much you love him and kiss his cheek repeatedly.

Sometimes when he's back from a mission for the Stellaron Hunters, you'll immediately run up to him to embrace him. You'd pull him into a desperate but slow kiss, whispering against his lips that you were worried and that you love him, and Blade leans into your touch and his expression changes from one of stoicism or concern to an uncharacteristically soft and affectionate one. "Don't worry... I'm here now. I'll be alright", he always reassures you even on days where that couldn't be further from the truth.

After a long and stressful day, Blade loves when you drag him to have a warm bath with you. You help him wash his long hair and he falls asleep with his head on your chest inside the bathtub because the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp makes him relax into your embrace immediately. You have to chuckle at how peacefully he rests in your embrace. You only decide to end his nap once the water has started feeling a little cold. You wake him up with soft kisses and he hums quietly as he's waking up. As soon as he's aware of his surroundings again, he turns his head for his lips to find yours.

When Blade comes back from a battle, his skin is often sore and he feels tense so he loves when you help him relax by giving him a nice massage or pressing kisses to the scars that line his shoulders while whispering soft praises. You can see his facial expression relax and he looks so much more at peace already. His shoulders are also very sensitive so he just leans back and focuses on your kisses for a while whilst holding your hand in his.

Blade has calloused hands and slightly chapped lips. He's happy you still want to hold his hands and kiss him even though his skin is not soft. You tell him that this just means he has been through things and needs your love even more. "What would I do without you?", Blade chuckles lightly and lets you pull him into a hug.

Gets flustered at PDA. Especially if it's in front of his fellow Stellaron Hunters. He'll be chatting about Elios recent prophecies with Silver Wolf and Kafka and if you're the type of person to run up to him and try to bear hug him he's like 😳

Let's you call him Bladie but only if it's followed up by a kiss or an "I love you"

Blade is more of a passive lover but you can be certain that he enjoys every bit of your affectionate side.

#honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail blade #hsr x reader #hsr #blade #blade x you #blade x reader #hsr blade #sampo x you #sampo koski x reader #sampo #sampo koski #sampo koski fluff #blade fluff

[callsign-dexter]

First Huge Fight Pt 2

Summary: Jake and Y/N have their first big fight. Hurtful things are said and regretted. Can they make up before it is too late? Or will the Seresin-Bradshaw household be turned upside down?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, bruising, blood, car crash, inaccurate medical talk, swearing, hospitals

Masterlist

Our Little Girl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

She comes to when she hears someone opening the door but doesn't pay attention to it. Her eyes are barely open. The storm had stopped but everything was still wet.

"Hey, Sweetie. I'm Rachel. Can you tell me your name?" Y/N heard and tried to turn her head "No honey don't turn your head." Rachel said while keeping her neck straight.

"Y/N." She replied though her words were slurring and another stream of tears started falling. "Want my dads." She said as her eyes started to feel heavy.

"No, don't close your eyes." Rachel said but the girl didn't answer. She got her phone out and started dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, yes my name is Dr. Rachel Hayes, head doctor at Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm at the scene of a head-on accident and need two ambulances."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt. I'm with a young lady about 17 years old, who has a large gash on her head and slurring her words and trying to close her eyes and was unconscious when I came to check on her."

"Is she breathing?"

"Yes she is breathing but it's very shallow and her heart rate is very low."

"You mentioned another car. Is the other drive ok?"

"The other driver seems to be ok but is drunk and unconscious."

"Help is on the way."

"Thank you."

"Hey there sweetie. Help is on the way. Ok?" Rachel said but got no response but instead got a cough and blood spewing out onto what was left of the windshield and started to run down her chin as a response. Rachel knew that wasn't good. Finally, she heard sirens. One ambulance pulled up to where Y/N was. They came over and assessed the scene and Rachel told them everything as one of them took Rachel's place. Y/N jumped at feeling new hands on her. "Hey it's ok they're here to help you." Rachel soothed not wanting to let the girl out of her sight and that made Y/N relax. "Take her to Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm going to go ahead and meet you there." Rachel said already wanted to be her doctor and she had a feeling she knew this kid. "I'm going to meet you at the hospital ok?" She said touching Y/N but not getting a response.

"Hey Y/N I'm Kendall and this is Jackson and Lydia we're going to help you. We're going to move you now, ok? Jackson start an IV." Everything was a blur and sounded underwater so she really didn't pay attention until the pinch of the IV and that caused her heart rate to pick up but went back to being slow. Then she was moving. Why was she moving? She wants to scream out in pain but nothing comes out, only a small whimper. "It's ok. We got you." Then she felt something soft and everything started to fade out. "Lydia we're losing her start pushing fluids and a round of epi." Lydia did as she was told and Y/N slowly started to come back. They got her into the ambulance and Jackson took the driver's seat. Everything was underwater and she just went to her happy place.

They arrived at the hospital in just 5 minutes and Dr. Rachel Hayes was there greeting them in her Navy-issued scrubs "What information did you get on her?" She asked as they wheeled Y/N into one of the trauma rooms followed by two nurses.

"Her name is Y/N Carole Bradshaw-Seresin. She's 17 years old. Head trauma, a large gash on the forehead, and what seemed like some internal bleeding from the seatbelt and tumbling of the car. Started crashing on the way here and we pushed one epi before loading her up and then one on the way here into her and started to get her back. She's been unresponsive but conscious, O2 is low as well as her heart rate." Kendall said. That's how Rachel knew this girl, she is the daughter of Lt. Commander Jake Seresin and Lt. Commander Bradley Bradshaw, she delivered this girl. She just couldn't recognize her with how dark it was and the blood on her.

"Ok thank you. We got it from here." Rachel said after they transferred her. Her team got to work. "Shaw, I want you to tell the front desk to start calling her parents and if they don't answer, call Nick and Carole Bradshaw." Shaw just nodded and went to do as he was told. "Arlen I want you to call OR. We need to get her into surgery asap. We need to get this bleeding under control and fast." She ordered in a professional tone "Ok sweetie you're going to get a little bit sleepy but when you wake up your dads will be here." As she pushed the sedation into her. Y/N didn't respond, just closed her eyes and they rolled her into the OR once they got the all-clear.

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Bradley and Jake were sound asleep. Nothing could disturb them, not after what they had been through. They didn't even hear their phones ring from downstairs. They didn't take them up because Y/N was in the house sound asleep, right? and they were charging downstairs. The phone calls were left unnoticed.

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Goose's phone began to ring loudly pulling him out of his fitful sleep, he felt something was wrong. On the second ring, he answered it and kept his voice low.

"Hello?"

"Is this Admiral Nicholas Bradshaw?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Great! I'm Grace Avery, a receptionist at Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm calling because your granddaughter came into our care and we couldn't get ahold of her parents." This had Goose shooting straight up and causing his wife to abruptly wake up startled and looked at him and mouthed what was going on and he mouthed "Chick is in the hospital."

"Is she ok?"

"I can not discuss this over the phone. It's best if you come down here."

"My wife and I'll be right down." Ending the phone call. He was right something was wrong and from the sound it was very wrong.

Goose was quick to get up and started throwing clothes on and Carole was right behind him. Neither said a word worried for their granddaughter.

"Call Mav and Ice and tell them that Y/N is at the hospital and they need to go and get them. Apparently, they're not answering their phones." He says as they get into their car and start to drive. Carole just nods, not trusting her voice to answer her husband. She takes a few deep breaths and dials Maverick's number.

"Mav, it's Carole. I'm sorry for waking you but Y/N/N is in the hospital. They won't tell us why. The boys aren't answering their phones. Can you and Ice go check on them and get them?" She said with a shaky breath.

"Of course. Which hospital?" Any tiredness was gone from him and Ice, who had woken up from the ringing and made Maverick put it on speaker.

"Miramar Navy Hospital."

"We'll be right there." And they hung up.

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Mav and Ice got ready quickly and rushed out to Ice's truck since he's remaining calm on the outside but not on the inside since Maverick is panicking. They quickly pull out of the driveway and start towards the Seresin-Bradshaw residence. As they were heading in that direction they came upon the accident and instantly recognized the truck and their hearts broke even further.

They reached the residence and Ice parked the truck and they both got out. As they were heading to the door, the scene of the accident was fresh in the mind. Maverick used his key and they walked into the house and flipped on the light in the kitchen where they saw two phones on the counter charging and missed call notifications, Ice and Maverick looked at each other.

"Bradley! Jake!" Maverick yelled but didn't get a response and repeated their names "Bradley! Jake!" As he walked down the hallway towards their room and was met with two tired men, one looked exhausted, and the other one looked like he was crying.

"Geez Mav it's" Bradley looked at his watch "5 AM. What are you doing here?" Bradley asked him and Maverick looked at him with exhausted and worried eyes, this didn't go unnoticed by Bradley. "What happened?" He knew there had to be a reason for the early wake-up call.

"Hospital just called Goose and said that Y/N is in the hospital. They wouldn't tell him what happened and they said you both weren't answering your phones." Maverick explained and both Bradley and Jake's faces drained of color. They thought she was in her room. "Ice and I are here to grab you both and head to the hospital." It was like everything was in slow motion and underwater their world just got turned upside down.

Maverick pushed them aside and walked into their room. And grabbed two hoodies that were thrown over the chair and put one on each of the boy's shoulders and pushed them out. They all walked into the kitchen in silence to meet Ice already by their door and with their phones in his hand.

"Listen, Y/N is a strong girl. She got that from both of her dads. Right now she needs both of them to be strong and be there for her. Goose got a call from the hospital but they wouldn't tell him anything. However, we did pass an accident coming here and it was her truck and it looked bad. Now we need to go to your little girl and be there for her." Ice said in a calm voice but demanding voice, one that he uses for work and in meetings, but he too was panicking. Maverick had walked to his boyfriend during the speech and both men nodded and they headed out to Ice's truck.

As they were driving they had to drive by the accident and Ice slowed down due to the scene still being processed and Jake and Bradley thought they were going to be sick. "Stop." Jake said and so Ice did and Jake got out and walked to the truck and just stood there looking at it.

"Sir, you can't be here." A police officer had told him.

"That's my truck." Jake said and the police officer nodded.

"Where would you like it towed?" He asked and Jake told him the address to their house they would deal with it later on. The police officer nodded just as Bradley walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Jake. We need to get to our daughter." Bradley said in a barely whisper and Jake let himself be guided to the truck and he got in. The only thinking going through his mind is that he caused this to happen. He yelled at her and she snuck out of the house, got into her truck, and wrecked.

When they arrived at the hospital. At some point, Maverick had called Goose and told them that they were on their way because as soon as they got parked and walked to the front Goose was there waiting. Goose went over and bear-hugged his son who returned it and that's when the tears started for everyone, even Ice. Goose let go of Bradley and hugged Jake who also returned the hug and then let go.

"How is she?" Bradley asked his dad in a rough unsteady voice. Goose let out a sigh and that crushed everyone's heart. He motioned them to start walking towards the elevator they stepped on.

"I'm gonna be honest. She's not good. They just got her out of surgery about 10 minutes ago. But knowing her she got both of your stubbornness and she's proven that she's a fighter. Your mom is with her right now." The elevator door dinged and they got off her floor. Nobody talked, too in their thoughts. Goose, Maverick, and Ice were wondering why and how it happened. Bradley and Jake knew and Jake was blaming himself. They walked in silence.

As they were reaching her room nurses and doctors were rushing to her room and Carole was being gently guided out. She saw the men running towards her, as they reached her they could hear the commotion, doctors yelling and medical equipment being pushed around.

Carole practically fell into Goose. Bradley had to catch Jake before he fell. Ice was leaning back against the wall with his head resting back on it. Maverick was probably taking it the worst while facing the wall and had his hands on the wall, this was a familiar scene that always haunted him. As they heard.

"Clear." And the sound of a flatline.

#Our Little Girl #daughter reader top gun #daughter!reader top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw #jake seresin x daughter!reader #bradley bradshaw x daughter!reader #top gun angst #hangman top gun #rooster top gun

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

• Trick Williams x Reader

Summary: Shawn Michaels puts you into a trio with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. What happens when Trick gets a title shot with you at ringside?

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Leaning against the wall playing on my phone, I hear footsteps coming near me.

"Y/N! Just who I am looking for!"

I look up and see Shawn Michaels standing infront of me.

"What's up Shawn?"

"I need you to go take champ pictures with Melo. I think the fans will love it!"

"Whatever you say bossman!"

We both laugh and I look down at my NXT women's championship around my waist. I put my phone in my pocket and walk over to where they have the pictures set up. I am wearing a black and blue bralette that says "Y/N" on the front (kinda like Indi's), black and blue leather booty shorts, one black and one blue kickpads and black wrestling boots. I see Melo posing and taking pictures so, I stand next to the camera guy watching him. Carmelo has been one of my very few friends I have made since coming to NXT.

"Y/N! What brings you over here?"

"Shawn said I had to come over here and take some champ pictures with ya."

"Oh shit. Get your ass over here!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me to where we have to stand. We take a few pictures together. He grabs my arm and looks at me.

"Y/N. Wear this for the pictures."

He hands me a "Melo don't miss" shirt. I roll my eyes, take it from him and put it on.

"See?! Much better!"

We stand shoulder to shoulder, hold our belts up with our one arm and keep a straight face. Than I smile and look over at him. I put my title back around my waist.

"Well that was fun Melo. Thanks for the shirt."

I giggle and walk off to my locker room not noticing Trick Williams watching us from behind the camera.

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Sitting in my locker room scrolling through my phone at all the pictures of me and Melo on Twitter, I laugh at all the comments about us dating and how there is apparently chemistry between us. I hear a knock on my door and get up going to the door. I open it and there is standing Shawn and Melo.

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Y/N. Melo had this amazing idea where you, him and Trick Williams will be a trio in NXT."

I look at Melo than back at Shawn.

"I actually kinda like this idea. We are all pretty similar in wrestling styles. Yeah I will do it! But one thing."

Shawn and Melo look at me confused.

"Trick will need to win a title."

"She's right Shawn. Me and Y/N are champs. Trick needs to fight for a title next."

"Alright you two. I will go and figure out something for Trick. By the way, let me know if you see him so I can tell him about this."

Shawn shakes our hands and walks away. I look at Melo.

"Wanna go find Trick ourselves and tell him the good news?"

"Yeah sure. Let's go!"

We walk around the hallways looking for him until we eventually hit catering and he is sitting there talking to Fallon Henley and Brooks Jenson. We walk over to him. Melo sits down next to him and smacks his arm. I stand behind Melo putting my hands on the back of his chair leaning a little.

"Hey its Melo and Y/N. What's good you two?"

"So I've.... we've got some good news for ya. Shawn is making me, you and Y/N a trio group."

"And he is also figuring out to get you a title belt as well."

Trick looks up at me and smiles. I smile and look down.

"You two really did this for me?"

"Of course dude. We got your back."

"Oh my God. Y/N and Melo. You two are so cute. Thinking you can win this guy a title is hilarious."

Dom and Rhea walk into catering with a camera following them. This must be Shawn's idea how to get Trick a belt. Dom comes out and slightly pushes Trick into the table. I step between Trick and Dom and get in Doms face. Rhea pushes Dom back and gets in my face.

"Watch it Rookie. You don't know who or what you are dealing with."

"And you obviously haven't been here in quite awhile to know who I am or what I am capable of."

She laughs and whispers in Doms ear. Trick is standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder. Rhea gets in my face again.

"We challenge you and your boy to a mixed tag team match tonight. And if you and your boy win, he gets a chance at Dom Doms title."

"We accept."

Rhea laughs and pushes Dom out of catering. I turn around and look up at Trick.

"We got this."

"Yes we do. Let's go get ready."

We leave catering and go to our locker rooms to get ready.

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I walk into gorilla wearing the same wrestling gear I had in the pictures and my championship around my waist. Trick is standing watching the TV with his back to me. I walk up next to him and put my hand on his back to let him know I'm there. He turns and looks down at me.

"Hey Y/N. You ready for this match?"

"I'm ready. Are you?"

"If we win.... excuse me... when we win, I hope it gets me a title shot at No Mercy."

I rub my fingers lightly on his back looking up at him smiling.

"I think you definitely will."

His music hits and we walk out of the curtains together not noticing that Rhea and Dom were taking pictures of us.

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"Y/N. Trick. You two are so adorable. We saw your little touchy feely backstage."

Rhea and Dom come out not dressed to wrestle. I grab a mic from the camera guy outside the ring.

"What are you talking about Rhea? Aren't you two supposed to be dressed to wrestle us tonight?"

Rhea and Dom start laughing at us and pointing to the screen. The crowd gasps seeing the picture of me and Trick backstage. I roll my eyes and look at Trick. He gets hit in the back with a metal chair and I jump back seeing Damian Priest and Finn Balor. They start beating him up and I try to get them off but Rhea grabs my hair and knees me in the back. I drop to my knees and she pushes me onto my stomach. She puts her knee on my back and pulls my hair making me watch the rest of The Judgement Day beating up Trick. They put a chair around his leg and smack it with another chair. He screams and grabs his leg. Rhea comes next to me and starts laughing.

"You will pay for this Rhea."

"Will I Y/N?"

She slams my face down on the mat and they all leave the ring. I start feeling a burning sensation in my nose. I push myself up with my arms and crawl over to Trick.

"T? You okay?"

I put my hand on his side looking down at him. He looks up at me holding his leg.

"Y/N. Your nose is bleeding."

He sits up with his hand on my face. I shake my head looking at him.

"I don't care. Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay."

I help him stand up and climb out of the ring. I put his arm around my neck and help him to the back to the trainers room.

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                     *in the trainers room*

I am standing next to him while the doctor is feeling his leg. I have a hand on his upper back trying to be comforting and watching the doctor. Trick looks over at me. The doctor pats his knee and looks at us.

"Ummm Trick. You just need to rest your leg but you should be good to go in a few days."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor leaves the room and I am looking down at his leg. We hear a knock on the door than it opens. Shawn comes into the room and smiles.

"Trick. Y/N. Just who I was looking for. Trick. You got yourself a title match against Dominick Mysterio for the North American Championship at NXT No Mercy!"

"Oh thank you so much Shawn! This means a lot to me!"

Trick looks at me than back at Shawn.

"Y/N can be ringside right? Just incase Rhea decides to do anything."

"Of course she can! Better get ready. No Mercy is this Saturday!"

Shawn leaves the room and Trick turns to me. I smile really big looking up at him. He pulls me into a big hug. I hug him back giggling at how tight he is hugging me.

"Y/N.... there is something I really want to do right now."

"What's that T?"

"Ummmm.... find Melo and tell him what's happening!"

"Oh okay! Yeah let's go find him."

We walk out of the trainers room to go find Melo.

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                     *at NXT No Mercy*

It is getting close to Trick's match against Dom. Me, Melo and Trick are standing in gorilla getting prepared. I am wearing a black bralette, and new custom black and blue shorts that say "Whoop That Trick" on the booty. I have a hoodie wrapped around my waist because it is a surprise.

"T? Y/N? Imma stay back here and get ready for my match. You two have a good time out there."

Melo winks at Trick and I look at both of them confused. Trick's music hits and we walk out of the curtains. I turn my back to the crowd and slowly untie my hoodie.

"Hey T! I got a surprise for ya!"

"Oh yeah! What's that?"

I fling the hoodie to the side and shake my ass a little for the crowd. Trick leans forward and reads my shorts.

"No way!"

He grabs his chest and moans a little. I look over at him and giggle.

"That is the best surprise I have ever gotten."

We walk down to the ring and finish our entrance. Rhea and Dom make their way down to the ring. Trick is standing in the corner and I am on the outside lightly rubbing his shoulders.

"You got this T!"

I pat his shoulders and climb down to the outside. The bell ring and the match begins.

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It is getting towards the end of the match and Dom is sitting in the corner getting stomped by Trick. Dom grabs his foot and makes him fall onto his back. Dom rolls him up putting his feet on the rope and Rhea holding his feet. I jump up on the stairs than run across the apron and knee Rhea right in the face. Dom jumps up and grabs my arm.

"How could you do that to Mami?!"

I push Dom off of me and Trick rolls him up getting the win. I climb into the ring and jump into Trick's arms. He holds me around my waist.

"You did it!"

"With your help! And in front of my mom!"

He points over to his mom jumping and clapping at ringside.

"In front of your mom?"

I gasp looking over at her and get off of him. The ref hands him his title. He looks over at me.

"I'm also gonna do this in front of mom and the world."

I look at him confused. He grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me. I gasp than wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. The crowd is cheering and screaming for us. He pulls back looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I have been waiting to do that for a long time."

I giggle looking up at him still having my arms around his neck.

"Well to be honest, it took ya long enough."

He smiles, lets me go than rolls out of the ring and over to his mom. I jump out of the ring and walk over to them. He hugs his mom and the lights kinda go dark. He grabs my hand, says goodbye to his mom than we walk to the back. We go to his locker room where Melo is waiting for us outside the door.

"Trick! Finally got those feelings out huh?"

I giggle and look up at Trick holding his arm. He smiles looking at Melo.

"Finally!"

Melo smiles and pats Trick's shoulder walking around us leaving. Trick looks down at me. I have my head against his arm holding onto his bicep.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

I look up at him smiling. He puts his hand on my cheek looking at me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. We hear someone clear their throat behind us. We stop kissing seeing his mom standing behind us with her arms crossed. I giggle and blush really bad. Trick hugs his mom and starts crying. We celebrate with her and hang out in his locker room. Trick takes a selfie with me and his mom. His mom leaves and we say our goodbyes to her.

"I can't believe I won this championship in front of my mom and got the perfect girlfriend all in one day!"

I giggle and put my hands on his chest. He looks down at me and smirks.

"Wanna go home and "celebrate" our new relationship plus me winning this title?"

I bite my lip looking up at him. He smirks and puts a hand on my cheek.

"I will take that as a yes!"

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, grabs our belongings and heads out to his car. He sets me down and opens the door for me.

"What a gentleman."

I get into his car and he races around to the other side getting in the driver's seat. We head off to his place for a night to remember.....

The End

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wrestling imagine #writing #imagines #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fic #wwe nxt #wwe #trick williams imagine #trick william fanfiction #trick williams #carmelo hayes #nxt #charley's fics

[imajinxnation]

Always One Step Ahead - Peter Hayes x Reader

REQUEST: thank you. ive always wanted to see a peter hayes x reader where she’s a dauntless born and she’s better than him and is always 1 step ahead of him in initiation, and it really pisses him off cause he likes her, and when he finally works up the courage to tell her she’s just like “yeah i know” and he’s a little embarrassed but doesn’t care cause she admits she likes him back @fay-stark33

Never realized how much I love writing fight scenes until now lmao

Sorry if this is a bit short!!

FEMALE!READER

WARNINGS: Fluff, Suggestive, Peter gets his ass beat, and Reader is a badass

"Admit it, Hayes, I'm better than you! I mean, why wouldn't I be? I am Dauntless born, after all," you smirked.

You looked down from the board, your name at number one, only to look at Peter who had a look of annoyance on his bloodied face. Eric had wanted to do an experiment, the toughest Dauntless born initiate against the strongest non-Dauntless initiate. Needless to say, it was allowed and you and Peter put each other through hell, and when you wouldn't let up, Peter lost due to exhaustion, plus a little "nudge" by you. And by "nudge" I mean knocking him out cold.

When he finally woke up in the medical centre, he was dissoriented and absolutely pissed that he had lost. And, not that he'd ever admit it, a little impressed, and slightly turned on.

He glared at you, looking you straight in the eyes. If looks could kill, there'd be a thousand knives in your body. The staring competition went on for a few more minutes before Peter got flustered by your unwavering smugness, and by how beautiful your (e/c) eyes were, especially with the amount of pride he saw in them.

"What? You can't even look a girl in her eyes, Hayes? Never took you as the shy type when it came to girls!" You laughed.

Peter's ears were burning at the thought of you thinking he was weak and shy. Getting frustrated by his reactions, the only thing on his mind was having a rematch, and one that he would win, that'd show you that he's not weak when it came to girls!

"The results can't be right, you cheated didn't you?! I want a rematch!" He demanded through clenched teeth.

You raised a brow, a bit impressed at his persistence to try and beat you, "Alright, but I'm warning you, this one might put ya in a coma," you winked.

After talking about a rematch with Eric, he was immediately down to see someones ass get beat, so there was no hesitation in letting you beat the shit outta each other again. You swaggered, confidently, over to Peter, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the sparring room. Eventually you let his arm go, assuming he could come the rest of the way without being dragged, but obviously not since he was just standing in the doorway, looking as if you had offended him.

"Well come on, Loud Mouth, I ain't got all fuckin' day! This was YOUR idea after all, so don't get cold feet now!" You yelled from the middle of the room.

Peter didn't wait to be told when to start the fight, he just straight up ran right at you, full force. You jerked out of the way once he got close enough and kicked him in the back of his knees, bringing him down to the ground, but before you could kick the rest of his body to the floor he swivelled around on his knees and hugged his arms around your waist and brought you down with him.

You took the chance while your lower body was trapped under him to kick his nether regions, which immediately brought his grip away from you and to his crotch. You got a quick punch or two on his face while he was crouching in pain, and quickly made a move to get behind him and kick his full body to the ground. He was in so much pain, you felt bad about it, but your pride in victory won you over, so you did what any winner would do; keep the loser on the ground by sitting on his back

"There, now you know I wasn't cheating, I'm just that good, now don't ask me to fight you again, I don't like hurting the person I like," you sighed.

"....What?" He asked.

"Oh shut up, you heard the the first time Peter, so are you gonna ask me out or not?" You snapped.

Peter twisted his head, trying to see your face, but couldn't, due to the fact you were literally sitting on his back.

"You knew this whole time that I like you?" He asked, his ears burning up in embarassment.

"Yeah, I've known for awhile now, but obviously you needed a push to ask me out. So, here it is; I like you too, so ask me out before I change my mind," you deadpanned.

"Okay, but first can you get off my fuckin' back so I can say it to your actual face and NOT the floor?"

At that, you immediately leaped off of him and sat in front of him on the cold concrete floor.

Peter cracked his neck and massaged his sore body before anything.

"So, you wanna get outta this place and get some food, or not?" He said, trying to hide his flustered state.

"Of course, Peter. But first, I think we should stop by the infirmary, cause I really did a number on you," you laughed, nervously.

He let out a small laugh too before standing up and walking with you out of the room.

#divergent preferences #divergent headcanons #divergent fanfiction #divergent #divergent imagines #divergent imagine #peter hayes headcanons #peter hayes x reader #peter hayes imagines #divergent peter hayes #peter hayes imagine #peter hayes #peter hayes fanfiction #x reader #x female reader

[maladaptive-jcb]

Chapter 1: Icebreaker

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.

I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.

“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.

He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.

Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.

He shoots up a look to me.

Shit.

I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.

“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.

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The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.

As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…

“Y/n, right?”

I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.

“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”

He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.

I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.

“Next!” The barista calls out to me.

“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”

“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.

I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.

“I’ll see you again, soon?”

“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”

He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.

“Wait!”

A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.

“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.

I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?

“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.

“Yes, of course."

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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.

"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?

“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

He winks.

“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.

“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.

"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."

“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”

“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.

“I just needed a change. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.

He nods. “You’re working?”

“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.

I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-

“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.

“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."

“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.

I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.

"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.

"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.

"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."

His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.

I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.

As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”

“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.

“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.

“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.

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Chapter 2

Note: Hi! I'm new on here and I'm sharing my writing for the first time on the internet and thought that it'd be nice to start on here. I don't know if this will take off or not but I'm excited for everyone to read it. Do let me know your thoughts and reblog if you like it. If it starts picking up then I will continue posting the next chapter :)

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi JWB! How are you doing? I was rewatching ipkknd and came across the episode where Khushi decides to leave after Arnav calls her his"biggest mistake " Had she left before he turned up do you think she would have gone home and confided in Bhuaji? Also, would Arnav have gone behind her immediately or waited till morning and do you think he would have got her back? Thanks

Hey there Anon!

I'm doing well :) Hope you're well too.

No she wouldn't. Khushi doesn't have anyone to confide to in general and she knows revealing her marriage (or the lack of it) would cause more issues in their families than any resolutions.

Also Khushi, inherently, never wants to bother anyone nor does she know how to share her problems. So there's no way she'd tell Buaji about her marital troubles and bother her old aunt.

Of course Arnav would straight up march and get her home. And they'd have a big fight. And he would've told the 14 days left to her in the Gupta house and blackmailed her to get back with him.

However,

I think it would've been a super interesting track if he blackmailed her at Gupta House and Buaji overheard it. It would give Buaji the chance to shine as a completely positive character who'd get protective of Khushi and a solid redemption track to Arnav - but I guess it was too much drama and the audience was perhaps getting tired of the constant struggles and they needed comedy.

Which, again, in my opinion could've played for immense comedy. Cause when Buaji is stern with Arnav - it's hilarious to watch! Just imagine after a heartbreaking argument and Buaji banishing Arnav from Gupta House - Arnav resolves to get Khushi back (and earn Buaji's good graces) but it's impossible with Madhumati.

Arnav brings gifts - she throws them on his face (and he probably falls on gobar on that process).

Arnav tries to apologize to Khushi but of course he has a hesitation saying anything beyond the soft 'sorry' and Buaji butting in with - WHY ARE YOU SORRY? WHAT DO YOU THINK MY NIECE WILL BE OK WITH ONE WORD? WHERE IS THE REST OF YOUR APOLOGY? SAY IT LOUDER!

And everytime they accidentally Rabba Ve, Buaji would butt in.

It would be hilarious because at one point even Khushi would forgive Arnav but Buaji wouldn't until Arnav has genuinely mellowed down;

Buaji: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER MARRIED HER?"

Arnav: "No, that's not true. She's my legally married wife."

Buaji: "HAYE RE NANDKISORE THEN YOU WERE LYING TO HER?"

Arnav: ...

Khushi: "You lied to me???"

Imagine Buaji and Khushi teaming up and slamming the door on a flabbergasted Arnav's face. And of course you'd pace the comedy with some genuinely tender moments where Arnav actually apologies, Buaji apologises to Khushi for forcing her with Shyam and denouncing her on the day of the elopement and Khushi apologises to Arnav for hiding about Shyam (most likely Buaji will).

It wouldn't be your classic redemption track but it would have the heavy rom-com tropes and Buaji+Arnav is my favorite comedic duo tbh and the only one who isn't intimidated a bit by Arnav.

But yes, that's my lengthy answer that went into more of a 'what if' category, lol.

Best,

JWB

#ask #anon #gupta house track #buaji #dude why do i write ideas that i'll never get the time to write #kyun dard hai for reals #but i like this idea

[therealtruthalways]

Full 10 Min Report, Experts CONFIRM Barack Obama Birth Certificate is FAKE

Obama’s Presidency Was A Fraud & Has “9 Points Of Forgery” Everything Obama Did Should Be Undone

“Today you're going to hear lots of information that some of you are going to understand and going to be able to tell the true story. In fact, please know that this is a very technical, but the evidence is clear if you'll pay attention. Please note you're going to hear about two separate experts. These experts are two separate continents with no knowledge of each other and they draw similar conclusions. Again, that said, I know some of you are going to get this story and are going to tell the story the way it was.”

—- “We and anyone else who dared to question the document have been the line falsely labeled grossly criticized in the bulk of the media on certain internet sources for years. Today we're going to set the record straight. I believe you will be shocked by what you hear and see today.”

—- “Like the sheriff just told you, when you conduct criminal investigations, you have to let the evidence lead you. You never lead the evidence. And in doing this, my motive was to clear the document. Because to be quite honest with you, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe this was possible. I didn't think this would ever happen in this nation. I didn't believe it.”

— “Back in 2012, I told you about Reed Hayes, a document examiner. Let me tell you about Reed Hayes, a man with 40 years, since 1974, 40 plus years of experience in examining forensic document, handwriting, a man who's well respected in his expertise, a court recognized expert, a document examiner. He is the man you go to when somebody gives you a bad check with a bad signature. This is the guy you run to. — Mr. Hayes told me right off the bat, I'm an Obama supporter. I voted for him twice. He goes, and I will never do anything to hurt the President of the United States. What I had said to him was, Reed, I am not asking you to hurt the President of the United States. I'm asking you to take a look at this document and clear it and tell me there's nothing wrong with it. Would you at least do that? And he took a look at it. And when he called me back, he told me, Mike.”

“I can't clear this, there's something wrong with it."

And I asked him, I said, Reed, would you continue? I said, I know your position, but would you continue? And his answer to me was, this is what I do. I'll look at it, I'll do it. That's a man of integrity, respecting what his ability is to get to the truth. Because for Sheriff Apoyo and myself, this was never about Barack Obama. This is about a document. You take that document and you remove the name, Barack Hussein Obama, and put your name on there. If it was your document and it was brought to us, we would do the same thing with this document.”

— You are looking at two long-form birth certificates from the state of Hawaii. According to the dates on the certificates, these births took place in Honolulu during the month of August of 1961, just 16 days apart. The birth certificate on the left belongs to Barack Obama. The birth certificate on the right belongs to Johanna Ane.

After five years of intense investigation, which included consultation with one of America's most respected forensic document examiners, and a team of European media forensic experts, the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office has reached a conclusion utilizing forensic techniques both old and new. It is the opinion of the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office that the birth certificate on your right, belonging to Johanna Ani, was in fact used as a source document in the digital creation of Barack Obama's long-form birth certificate.

Nine points of forgery in which words, letters, and hand-placed date stamps have been digitally copied from the Adneid long-form birth certificate and pasted onto Obama's long-form birth certificate”

They COULD NOT clear the document. Much more info in this video if you watch it all

[getmehighonmagic]

WIP Word Search, December 26th, 2023

Thanks for the tags, @anincompletelist and @kiwiana-writes! This looks really fun, I'm definitely willing participate ♥

Now, before I begin, I need y'all to know I'm not lying, so I'm gonna show you the results of the generator. Because as a smut writer, I snorted right into my drink when I got these words. This is gonna be too easy, haha!

Right, let's get started!

GLARE - from my Alex/Hayes WIP:

Alex sends his sister an irritated glare and flips her off. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he sneers at her, before he puts his thermos on the ground. He frowns and pulls the sleeves of his coat over his hands, feeling insecure all of a sudden. “Can you just… do this one thing for me? Please? Without whining so much?”

TIP - from my post election night WIP:

“Touch yourself,” Alex pants, kissing the soft, sensitive spot just below his ear. “I need you to come for me, baby, go on.” Baby. Henry whines and doesn’t hesitate to obey, slips his fist over his cock and starts moving his foreskin back and forth over his leaking tip.

EDGE - from 'heading straight for your heart (like a bullet in the dark)', an Alex/Luke romance WIP:

Alex loves living in Central Austin - in fact, it does him good to be back in his home state - but the city sometimes feels too crowded, too loud, for his already busy mind. Lake Travis offers a piece of nature that Alex craves to calm down and regroup. With the sun shining bright and a soft breeze taking the edge of the heat, today is a perfect day to achieve just that. Before he’s aware of what he’s doing, Alex is climbing off the rock and heading down to the beach area. He has no idea what his intentions are or what he’s even going to say to the man with the bright smile and the cute Golden Retriever, but something about them draws him in.

Oh look at that, I managed to find a few non smutty lines, haha! No pressure tags for @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @lostcol @winderlylandchime @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @writes-in-space ♥

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[even-light-doesnt-win]

Tushima and Kiara talk

(Cw for semi detailed smoking)

Tushima tosses himself on the side of the roof, the top half of his body hanging off the building as he watched the night covered city below him. A sigh slips past his lips before sitting up, his tail dangling off the edge.

He reaches inside his pocket and grabs out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes he stole from his old man. Muttering French under his breath he turns himself around. Sitting in a criss cross position he puts the cigarette box next to him, flicking open the top and grabbing one. He puts the cigarette between his lips, lifting one hand up and hovering it around the lighter until the cigarette lit. He shoves the lighter back in his pocket, then grabs the cigarette with two fingers and takes a long and slow drag of it. The familiar taste of nicotine lands on his tongue, having grown familiar with the taste to the point he couldn’t even taste any bitterness anymore.

He takes out the cigarette, resting his hand on his knee as he hunches forward, ears pinning back against his head as he slowly lets out a breath of smoke. “Elyta’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.” He mutters with a soft laugh.

His ear flicks suddenly when he hears footsteps behind him and he quickly sits up straight, turning around and immediately on guard.

“Keep hunching like that and you’re gonna look that way permanently.” Kiara fucking Hayes stood there with a hand on her hip, that ever so familiar tasteless smile on her lips. She takes a step forward but immediately pauses when Tushima reaches for the knife in his shoe.

“What do you want?” Tushima snaps, voice thick with annoyance and anger. “Haven’t you done enough?” He adds, watching her expression falter ever so slightly.

Kiara raises her hands to show she means no harm as she walks over to Tushima, hoping up onto the edge next to him with her hands in her pockets. “I get why you’re defensive, but I just want to talk.”

Tushima’s eyes soften slightly but he stays tense as he puts the cigarette back between his lips. “What could you possibly want to talk about?” He asks, muffled.

“I heard about what you and that little rag tag team were planning on doing.” Kiara sits herself down next to Tushima, grabbing a lighter from her pocket and stealing one of the cigarettes. Lighting it the same way Tushima had done a couple minutes ago before taking a drag. “You sure you can take on the big bastard by yourself?”

“You mean the headmaster.” Tushima repeats for confirmation as she nods. He simply shrugs his shoulders, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Why does it matter to you? This isn’t your problem.”

“I want to help.”

Tushima chokes on air, doubling over in pain as he tries to process what he just heard. “You?! Help?” He stares at Kiara dumbfounded but she was busy staring ahead at nothing, suddenly realizing he can see a lot more emotion on her than—well.. ever.

Her body language was tense but in a defensive way, her eyes seemed sad and he could’ve sworn he saw her lip wobble.

“I want to make it up for what happened with Inadv.” She says and Tushima immediately feels like leaving then and there.

“Make up for killing him?! You think anything you could do could-”

“I know!”

Tushima shuts up when she shouts, his eyes going wide as he finally sees tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

“I know nothing I do or say will make up for it!” She bites her lip and takes a shaky breath. Tushima relaxes his muscles, voice instantly softer as he realizes she’s letting herself be vulnerable with him.

“But..?”

“But I want to help because it’s what he would’ve wanted me to do.” She turns to Tushima, her voice cracking as she speaks. “You aren’t the only one affected. We weren’t as at each other’s throats as we made it out to be.”

Tushima’s eyes widen slightly, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“When no one was around, we’d be all over each other.” She turned forward again, taking a drag before leaning on her knees. “He always had a dumb smile on his face when he saw me, he’d let me crash at his place and make me coffee in the mornings, hell, we’d even go so far as to slow dance in the rain once.”

With each word she said, the more and more shocked Tushima becomes. She and Inadv had been together behind everyone’s back? “You two were..?”

“No. Not.. technically.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly, lifting her knee to rest her chin on it. “We never specified what we were or how we felt about each other, but we couldn’t let anybody know in order to save face. That’s when we found out we were on different sides of a battlefield, he had something I needed but he wouldn’t hand it over.” She sighed and looked up at the night sky. “Duty gets in the way of what things could have been, and I’ll always put my job before anything else no matter how much it kills me to do it.”

“So you..”

“Yeah.” She nods and Tushima sucks in a breath, looking away as he tried to process everything she just told him.

“I still visit him.” She meets Tushima’s confused look. “His grave, I mean.” She taps her fingers against the roof, swallowing hard. “It’s never.. hurt this much. I’ve had a couple flings in the past but with Inadv it.. it felt real.”

Tushima’s eyes soften and he leaned back with his head tilted up. “Yeah, he has a habit of doing that to you. Fucker had more love in his heart than he would ever admit.”

The two share a laugh together, both of them relaxing as they did.

“Sorry about Inadv. I know I already said that but the guilt still eats at me.” Kiara shakes her head with a heavy sigh.

Tushima shakes his head, smiling at her. “I’m sorry for judging a book by its cover.” He grins at her as she huffs and rolls her eyes before playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“You’re a fucking dork.”

“Hey!”

#tushima vivain #kiara hayes #lynx writing

[itjazzbicch]

In The Bag

Pairing:  Carmelo Hayes x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has always had strong butterflies when it comes to her love interest, Carmelo Hayes, but her friends of Toxic Attraction remind her of who she is, encouraging her to go make a move on him while out for the night, she quickly learns how neither of them can resist each other, having it in the bag when she makes her move…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Foreplay, Oral F receiving, bit of rough sex)

First time writing for Carmelo, so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 2.4k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Okay, Okay!" Gosh, the girls were being rowdy tonight, having to squeeze back into my seat with a tray of drinks above my head and then resting it on the table. "Got another round!"

"Good, now that you're back, I need to know something," Mandy caught my attention because we were close, rolling my eyes playfully when I learned what she wanted, "How're things going with Carmelo?"

Gigi and Jacy just had to snicker and awe at her question, things were well between us, but I still asked:

"What makes you ask that?"

"Because guess who's in the club too?" Tilting her sunglasses down and looking over to the corner, there was Carmelo with Trick and a few friends.

"I know," I took my drink, smiling briefly; his presence alone gave me butterflies and yes, we were talking some, but I was always so nervous to pull a bold move.

"Go make a move!" Gigi insisted, leaning against me to encourage, "Take that boy home, girl!"

They all grew so giggly, cheering to try and encourage more when I was hesitant:

"I thought this was supposed to be a girl's night?"

"And we, your girls," Jacy pitched in, glaring playfully, "Are here! We want this for you."

"You forget that you're a part of Toxic Attraction?" Mandy reminded, sparking that bad girl side of me, "The best, hottest girls in the game."

"Go over there and flirt some," Gigi sat me up straight, patting my back, "Triple dog dare you."

Mandy and Jacy both shared an, "Ooooo," that made me laugh, downing my drink in a big gulp, shaking my head at them, joking:

"When I don't come back, don't get mad about then."

Mandy's words did give me a big boost of confidence, fixing my leather skirt, heels clicking over to Carmelo, whose leg was open to the edge of his seat, and all of the guys looking whenever I came over. I wanted to keep it cool at first, like a hello rather than going straight into it, so I smiled:

"Hey, guys!"

"Hey, girl! What's up?" Trick and all of their guys were being cool and Carmelo had the sexiest smile on his face when he looked at me, asking:

"Having a good night out?"

"Yeah, I saw you guys and I figured that I'd stop by and see what's going on," I smiled, giggling at Trick who definitely had some drinks, standing up and dancing to the music a little:

"We getting lit over here!"

"There's no problem with having one more person joining the party, right?" I was ready to make my move when more bottles came over, Carmelo nodding and smiling:

"No problem at all, girl."

"Sweet," I smiled, making my move and pointing to his lap, "Is that seat taken?"

He had to tilt his sunglasses down, never seeing me be as bold as this, reassuring, "That's my lap."

"I know what I said," I giggled sexily, winking softly, smiling more when his arm reeled me in by the hip.

I was glad that I could hide my nervousness, afraid for a moment that he was going to say something else, but he sat me in his lap perfectly, taking off his shades and fixing his chains when darting across his lower lip:

"Comfy?"

"It's comfy alright," I rolled my hips oh so slowly before I sat still, glancing over to Gigi, Jacy, and Mandy, who were absolutely losing their minds, movements clear to my eyes even with all of the people passing and blocking my view a little.

The guys proceeded with their talking and partying and they were actually a whole lot of fun. They kept me laughing and taking some shots with them, impressing them whenever they brought out the "strong" liquor.

"Aye, aye, aye!" They were all rooting for me when I down tequila straight from the bottle without any stops, coughs, no chaser.

"I love me some tequi-la-la!" I laughed, standing up and dancing with them for a moment, but Carmelo stayed seated, hand on my hips and watching how I swayed back and forth, gripping and feeling when I sat back down for a breather, listening to Trick laughing:

"Yo Carmelo. She's a part of the party crew, now!"

"She's about to come around a lot more often," He answered softly, staying loud enough so only I could hear, and with the rest of them distracted, I leaned against his chest softly, raising my eyebrow:

"Just for parties or the real crew?"

"Our crew is the only people who party with us," He wiggled his eyebrows back at me, those drinks making my feelings and temptations especially, stronger.

Taking in the melting scent of his cologne, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. The girls were really watching me, seeing them trying to make me pull another bold move, Gigi explaining by pretending to kiss Jacy.

They wanted me to kiss him?!

Don't get me wrong, the temptations were strong, but the thought of it made my heart race rapidly. I only kept that risqué smile on my face to respond to Carmelo, swirling my hips to the music again, his hands shifting my hips so that I was right on the hard-on that was forming.

I couldn't keep being a punk and let the butterflies get to me. Damn right I wanted to kiss him, we've been flirting all night, and I was literally grinding on him!

That bad girl mentality came back quickly, the guys were so distracted that if I did kiss him, I was sure no one would be reacting like a crowd to it and so?

Turning my head, I planned on flirting my way up to a kiss, but he was one step ahead of me, knee raising me up and my chest meeting his, lips kissing mine softly, hand sliding down to my thigh and squeezing, tongue slipping in:

"You won't be like the boys, though."

"Wanna tell me the difference?" I kissed, pressing my lips hard for a moment, feeling his waistband and holding with a fist from the temptations that I had to fight, both of us stopping to look at the shift of the table.

It was only Trick being a drunk nut, dancing on the table and I started to feel the bounce in Carmelo's leg, looking at his watch and thinking:

"If you still want this to be your seat, you're gonna have to come with me."

I was looking back at the girls for a moment, seeing Mandy's jaw dropped, Gigi and Jacy losing their minds. Looking back to Carmelo, his smirk gave me all of the hints, glancing over to the exit and tongue swaying across his lower lip and I played along:

"I have been really comfortable and it's nice to have someone making sure I get back safe."

He took my hand and stood up with me, saying to Trick, "Ayo! I'm gonna make sure she gets back, alright?"

"Y'all are leaving the party?!" Someone was a party machine, I found it funny, but he accepted it, "Get back safe!"

"We will," He smirked, shades back on and his arm around my shoulder while we headed for the exit.

Passing the girls' table, they managed their excitement as best as they could. I had this in the bag and smiled at Gigi because she was the one who said to take him, waving when I smirked and stuck out my tongue a little:

"Later."

"You don't mind spending the night. do you?" He looked past his sunglasses, hinting more while waiting for our ride, relieving some of the hunger when I kissed before hopping in:

"Never."

We went straight to his place, every second like a countdown on a bomb, taking his thick gold chain while he brought me inside, heating up more when I pulled him in for a kiss, dirty thoughts controlling me, having my shoulders come in a little to let the straps of my shirt fall and show a little that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"I really like that chain, you know," He briefly looked down to see my grip, pulling my skirt down to spank my ass as a playful warning, making me squeal a little.

"I like it too," I bit my lip at the slight sting, stepping out of my skirt and stroking my hand across his chest, slithering down to his bulge, smiling at how hard he was and his length, whispering against his lips, "Or do you want me touching something else?"

Tossing his sunglasses off, he worked with my hands to unbutton his jeans, teasing back:

"Don't act like you don't want to. You were so happy to sit in my lap and rub all over me."

"Something wrong with that?" I was shaking when I felt his cock spring and stand against his stomach, stroking it softly, "Besides, you know you liked it."

"Keeping that ass all over me like that?" He recalled, taking a handful of my ass and kissing, "Hell yeah I did."

Unable to help ourselves any more, he threw off his shirt, pulling the strap of mine softly and glancing to the bed:

"Trying to get rid of the rest?"

No hesitation, I slipped out of my shirt and panties, crawling onto the bed with a smirk, going to kick off my heels till he stood at the end, fixing the one:

"Keep 'em on. I like a girl in heels."

"Red bottoms only over here," I flipped to my back, smiling and keeping my legs together to show them off, raising them up high and my hips a little to show myself off to him, noticing how he was licking his lips.

Quickly taking my ankles and spreading my legs wide, down to the bed, he kept his eyes locked with mine, head dropping with an open mouth and kissing my clit before swirling his tongue all over and down.

"Oh, sh-h-" I moaned deep at the quick pace his tongue worked up and down, rocking my hips at his lips around my clit and sucking hard while a finger slipped into me, immediately pumping all the way to the knuckle at his fist, noticing the clench of my walls and adding another.

"Fuck, that's so good," I started whining at my hips jerking more, getting even closer with his words:

"Cum and I'll give you something even better."

"Oh, I'm gonna," I closed my eyes tight, gasping at how quick and deep he pumped his fingers, rapid licks at my clit making my hips jerk upward, sucking at his hard again, and instantly, there was a gush around his fingers, still such strong friction, chuckling when he came to a stop.

"I've been waiting for this," He smiled, rubbing my thighs and positioning himself between my legs, giving me the moment that I need, still panting a little but smiling back at him:

"Been waiting to get some of this pussy, huh?"

"Should've known that it was gonna be mine," He smirked, needing no hands to slip in, just his tip stretching me wide, making my eyes shut tight again, lip trapped between my teeth.

"Got damn," I gasped hard, having to see just a few inches he gave in his few thrusts, knowing I was in for more teasing:

"Can't handle all of it?"

The coldness of his chain against my chest had me sucking in a deep breath, moaning against his lips as his hips moved faster, not having me defeated just yet:

"Only way to find out."

Leaning up a little and needing to see the face I made, he slammed every inch with a single thrust and had a squealish moan jump out of me, my legs shooting up in the air and back. It was a lot, but it left me wanting more, feeling over his shoulders to hold the back of his neck and beg: 

"Do that again!"

"That?" He kept it just like before, quick and strong, only quicker with the rapid nods of my head, how loud my moans were growing, soon after having my knees next to my head, beginning to pound away and the sound of wet skin smacking only having him going harder.

"Fuck yeah, like that!"

I was so close to my orgasm again that I was about stupid, the burn in my legs and hips feeling like a fire, the shaking having him sit up again and push them down further by the thighs, tears in my eyes from my jerks being held down, walls pulsating hard around his unphased cock.

"Wanna cum around my dick, baby?" He smirked proudly, panting softly while going completely off the wall and railing the hell out of me, "I can feel how you're squeezing me."

"Uh-huh!" I whined out, latching around his neck again with extended and locked arms, every part of my body locking up with my head snapped back hard, eyes rolling and becoming dumb, stuttering out, "I'm c-cum, cuming!"

If I didn't make a mess the first time, I surely did the second, slick all over my thighs and ass, his thrusts slowing while taking my orgasm, but still fucking me through it, letting my legs fall back to the bed while coming to a slow stop.

I never felt so heavy, but weightless at the same time, smiling and still gasping for air at his kisses along my neck, helping my body become less tense.

"Don't think I've ever been so happy to leave a party," He chuckled, coming to kiss my smile softly:

"It's always a party when you're with me."

"Ain't wrong there," He met my gaze smiling, "And you just can't resist me. I saw you eyeing me before you came over."

"It's hard not to," I admitted, playing with his chain, "And to think I was a little nervous to come over."

"No need to be nervous, I already told you," He admired that I was brave enough to admit that I was nervous, but surely assured what he said earlier, "You're going to be around a lot more often, baby." 

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[apolloanddaphnis]

Speaking in Tongues

Preface

Synopsis: Timothée is enamored with a woman he has never met, now will he get the chance?

Warnings: Description of body and sexual fantasy. Not proofread.

Timothée's POV

November 2021

I couldn't believe someone was holding a premiere at Houdini's mansion.

Hollywood never ceases to amaze me, I know being a New Yorker everyone expects me to rag on L.A. but I gotta say, I absolutely love this glittery wilderness. Everyone is free here, weirdness doesn't exist, it's the regular, and there was a little European liberation here.

I was invited to the premiere of James Franco's remake on the 80s cult classic Spellbinder, his was called Spellbound, and it starred my good friend Tom Holland as the straight edge, white collar L.A. attorney, Matt Hayes, Austin Butler played the seemingly good but betraying warlock friend, Dan Clayton, and playing the evil seducing lead on the cover Miranda Every, was my current obsession, Minka Farrah.

I remember seeing her for the first time.It was two years ago at Lily's, we put on a movie before getting intimate, she was the one who raved about this young edgy actress who only does indies, with no connection into the entertainment business at all. The movie was Poison, Joel Schumacher's thriller rendition of Snow White. Set in the New York 90s supermodel scene, Minka plays Nieve Bianco, who's a rising star in the modeling world. Her unique beauty and large breasts bring controversy in the current trend of heroin chic, it shows Nieve struggling with body image and battling bulimia, Lily told me Minka had to lose 90 pounds for the film and she said it messed with her mental state badly since her usual body is curvy. I felt protective of her when hearing that, and wanted to have at it with the director even though his intention was to expose the dangers of the modeling world. Minka's character Nieve, had a rival two years older, Reina Reyes, played by Ana de Armas,  who Nieve usurped as the supermodel of the world. Nieve even caught the eye and heart of Reina's ex girlfriend who left Reina because she was too obsessed with her vanity and career, a butch fashion photographer, Schuyler "Sky" van Axel played by Ruby Rose. So obsessed with her rivalry with Nieve, Reina throughout the movie tries to kill Nieve in different ways but makes it convincingly look like it's one of Nieves many stalkers, even going as far as to give them a name, Malcolm McQueen. Sending pictures of Nieve of circled parts of her body claiming she has gained weight asking why she's turning into a porker, Nieve takes diet pills from Japan, her bulimia gets worse, Reina swapped Nieve's diet pills out with party drugs and fentanyl, Nieve even overdoses and Sky is afraid Nieve has a drug problem as well as an eating disorder, Nieve feel convinced she has a drug problem too but is doing to well in her career to leave for rehab so Sky promises to help her, thinking it's brought on by her stalker. Nieve is followed him one night from a party by one of the photographers, he tries to rape and stab her but he stops and sobs saying she's always been the only model who has been nice to him, Confessing that he's been having money problems due to his drug abuse, and Reina offered him a half a million to kill Nieve and make it look like she was raped and murdered by the made up stalker, he tells Nieve everything. Nieve is so afraid but she doesn't think anyone will believe her, she no longer cares about her career, she checks herself into a mental hospital thinking she will be safe there and if she gives up Sky and her career she will be safe from Reina. But her fans send her letters and praise, the designers donate the proceeds to foundations for eating disorders in Nieves name, Reina was livid of the outcome.

At the hospital she becomes close to her psychologist, Dr. Paul Dormer, played by Jason Patric, tells him about Reina and he has six nurses guard Nieve moving her room to the glass room. Meanwhile, Sky tries to make sense of Nieves mental recession, follows Reina and finds out everything and starts to collect evidence for the police. She finds out Reinas next plan and heads to the hospital, Reina disguises herself as a nurse and crushes up a bottle of sleeping pills putting it into Nieves apple sauce and has it taken to her room.

Sky gets there too late and they're pumping Nieves' stomach but she doesn't make it. Sky dropped video and written evidence of Reina to the cops and goes to kill Reina but the cops arrest Reina. The movie ends with Dr. Dormer and the six nurses at the funeral, they're renaming the hospital after her. Reina is at another mental hospital in a straight jacket crying and laughing that she won, she's the most beautiful woman alive.

The performance of Minka left me with so many feelings, after that movie I watched all of hers. She's so beautiful, 5'3 with the kind of wide hips that shift side to side distractingly, an hourglass figure and bouncy, juicy breasts, 36DDD, a soft little stomach, I wanted to bite every part of her and do explicit things to her curves. I had the living need to lick every part of her light olive skin that was a beautiful resort of her Black, Arabian, and Eastern European heritage. I wanted to see the look of overstimulated pleasure on her round, heart shaped face, her juicy, thick raspberry lips fall open as she tries to scream my name and Rapture but can't as I stretch her with my cock and have my tip pound into her spot.

I rewind the sex scenes in her movies over and over, my source of ejaculation, I tug hard on my cock watching her big violet eyes hood seductively as the screen siren she is. But after my release, when I'm lying in my sheets naked covered in my own cum and sweat instead of hers, I feel livid, colored in green jealousy of her co stars who touched her. When I found out she was in a relationship with Ruby Rose I was inconsolable. When I saw them on the red carpet together, Ruby's nose was buried in Minka's soft, blunt black bob cut. I wanted so badly to smell her.

Her interviews are my favorite. I took great care in learning about her. She lost her mother 24 from cancer, they were close and even mentioning made my lovely girl tear up. I wanted to choke that interviewer for being so insensitive and asking her about that difficult time, I wanted to run her a bath, lock her away from the world and bundle her up in my blankets.

She's from Woodland Park, New Jersey, her mother was from Poland, her dad is a teacher. They moved to Carmel-by-the-sea when she was in her senior year, she went to an all girls Catholic school. She hated school and she's bisexual. Her brother Stone is trans and he's her assistant, her other brother Jerzy is a pilot. Her favorite color is red. She's older than me by ten months and born on Elizabeth Taylor's birthday, who is her idol. She speaks Polish and is an animal activist as well as a queer activist, 80s punk and dark wave is her favorite music and when I found out she and Ruby ended and she bought a home in Beverly Hills, I bought one in Santa Monica.

It wasn't hard for me to get an invitation to the premiere of Spellbound, I know that sounds gross and cocky but for once I'm so grateful for my status.

I made sure to dress my best, begged my stylist to conjure up something eye-catching and revealing, to make me look as desirable as I could. Erin didn't disappoint. She clothed me in a halter like, sleeveless, waistcoat in white with a black collar, matching trousers almost made like formal joggers, and Chanel combat boots. To top it off, red was splattered on the design to look like blood, it was fitting for the film being premiered. The trousers were a little tight around the crotch area.

The mansion looked incredible, the main event was out in the gardens, thankfully heating lamps were everywhere, it was still chilly in November, even in L.A.. I ran into many familiar faces, sometimes I couldn't believe I was famous and that these amazing legends were talking to me.

Suddenly, I heard a musical laugh, it was giggly and scratchy and I fell in love all over again. I politely excused myself to find the source that I knew it belonged to. Standing in the center of the garden , posing with James Franco in an inappropriately tight, Morticia dress with a neckline that plunged to her navel was…her. Her Mia Wallace hair melted beautifully with the ebony of her dress and framed her picturesque face, she looked like she could be a film siren from the 1910s, her eyes were done in vamp flapper style, lips painted the color of deep cherry red that matched her embroidered gloves with occult imagery. My eyes kept slipping to her cleavage that was falling from her dress, almost, with curious eyes, you could nearly see her nipples.

Stirring occurred in my too well tailored trousers. I licked my lips and decided to bite the bullet and meet the woman of my dreams.

I don't know when but before I knew it, I was close enough to tower over her, close enough to hear her whispering to James that his special friend was looking jealous by the fountain, and close enough to smell the hypnotic sweet and dark scent of her perfume.  Before I lost my nerves I cleared my throat and spoke her name like a spell.

"Excuse me..."

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[1americanconservative]

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The People Of America Have Been Deceived. They’ve Been Cheated & As A Result Our Country & World Is Now In Turmoil. It all Started With A Fake Barack Obama Birth Certificate EXPERTS CONFIRM Obama’s Certificate Was A Fraud “Today you're going to hear lots of information that some of you are going to understand and going to be able to tell the true story. In fact, please know that this is a very technical, but the evidence is clear if you'll pay attention. Please note you're going to hear about two separate experts. These experts are two separate continents with no knowledge of each other and they draw similar conclusions. Again, that said, I know some of you are going to get this story and are going to tell the story the way it was.” —- “We and anyone else who dared to question the document have been the line falsely labeled grossly criticized in the bulk of the media on certain internet sources for years. Today we're going to set the record straight. I believe you will be shocked by what you hear and see today.” —- “Like the sheriff just told you, when you conduct criminal investigations, you have to let the evidence lead you. You never lead the evidence. And in doing this, my motive was to clear the document. Because to be quite honest with you, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe this was possible. I didn't think this would ever happen in this nation. I didn't believe it.” — “Back in 2012, I told you about Reed Hayes, a document examiner. Let me tell you about Reed Hayes, a man with 40 years, since 1974, 40 plus years of experience in examining forensic document, handwriting, a man who's well respected in his expertise, a court recognized expert, a document examiner. He is the man you go to when somebody gives you a bad check with a bad signature. This is the guy you run to. Law firms use him all the time. He's been maligned. And let me tell you something about Mr. Hayes. When I contacted Mr. Hayes, Mr. Hayes told me right off the bat, I'm an Obama supporter. I voted for him twice. He goes, and I will never do anything to hurt the President of the United States. What I had said to him was, Reed, I am not asking you to hurt the President of the United States. I'm asking you to take a look at this document and clear it and tell me there's nothing wrong with it. Would you at least do that? And he took a look at it. And when he called me back, he told me, Mike.” “I can't clear this, there's something wrong with it." And I asked him, I said, Reed, would you continue? I said, I know your position, but would you continue? And his answer to me was, this is what I do. I'll look at it, I'll do it. That's a man of integrity, respecting what his ability is to get to the truth. Because for Sheriff Apoyo and myself, this was never about Barack Obama. This is about a document. You take that document and you remove the name, Barack Hussein Obama, and put your name on there. If it was your document and it was brought to us, we would do the same thing with this document.” They COULD NOT clear the document. Much more info in this video if you watch the whole thing

[bi-bard]

I Find Myself Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings - Dean Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: I Find Myself Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Based On: Sweet Nothing

Word Count: 860 words

Warning(s): small mention of past trauma

Summary: Dean finds himself caught up in a soft moment with (Y/n).

Author's Note: He's soft. He deserves a little bit of fluff.

Also, the book quote is from Out of Love by Hazel Hayes. You should all read it if you haven't. I fucking adore it.

MIDNIGHTS - TAYLOR SWIFT WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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It was early.

Earlier than Dean usually liked to wake up when there wasn't a hunt of some form.

But when he rolled over and saw that (Y/n) was gone, he had no choice other than pushing himself out of bed and searching the bunker.

He started in the library. Then went straight to the kitchen. Nothing living was in either room.

He was kind of blindly stumbling through the halls, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes in between checking rooms with open doors.

Dean didn't find (Y/n) until his slow search made it to the Dean Cave.

(Y/n) was curled up on the little couch, covered by a blanket that they'd stolen from the foot of the bed they shared with Dean. The only part of (Y/n) that was still showing from under the blanket was their head and one arm so they could hold the book and flip pages.

Dean felt a grin form on his face as he looked at them.

They were completely absorbed in the book. Their eyebrows furrowed a bit as they focused on the page. They bit at their lip a little bit. Not enough to rip the skin, just enough to almost roll it between their teeth.

They were just so... precious.

Dean didn't quite understand how someone that could easily scare the crap out of him could so easily look like the gentlest being in the world. It simply wasn't fair.

"Morning."

Dean jumped a bit when (Y/n) spoke up. He didn't think they even knew he was there. They were a hunter, of course, they noticed when there was suddenly a new person in the room. It was part of the job.

"Morning," Dean grumbled.

He walked over to them.

(Y/n) looked up at him as he did, happily accepting as he leaned down to press his lips to theirs. Their bookmark slid between the pages as their other hand found its way from under the blanket to cup the side of Dean's face.

(Y/n) pulled away a few moments later, letting their thumb run over the scruff on his face.

The look in their eyes almost overwhelmed Dean. It was usually like that.

They always looked at him like there was nothing wrong with him. Like nothing about him was dented or bent or just plain broken. Around them, he wasn't a hunter or a soldier or a weapon or anything. He was just a person. He was just Dean.

He wished that he could know how they made it all seem so... simple.

He wished that he could find a way to explain that feeling to them without feeling like an idiot.

(Y/n) moved the blanket up, silently motioning for Dean to join them on the couch.

He was happy to do so.

He laid his head down on their chest and wrapped his arms around them.

(Y/n) let out a deep breath before picking up their book again. They were happy to quietly exist with him. Just being in each other's company was enough for them.

"Read to me," Dean poked (Y/n) side as the sentence came out.

"I don't think you'll like this book much," (Y/n) replied, chuckling at how his voice made him sound like a toddler asking for a snack. "Plus, I'm like 150 pages in, you might not know what's going on."

"I just want to listen to your voice," he explained, shifting like he was trying to get even closer to them than he already was. "Please?"

(Y/n) chuckled again before nodding. "Fine."

Dean hummed in appreciation, briefly lifting his head enough to press a kiss to (Y/n)'s torso. His lips brushed the spot just under (Y/n)'s ribcage. It made (Y/n)'s face heat up for a few moments. He had a way of making them nervous and flustered with small acts like that.

(Y/n) didn't find it fair that he could still do that after so long together.

They waited for Dean to get comfortable again before they started reading, "I woke up to a mammoth email from Ciara and spent the morning hunched over my laptop in a smoke-filled café trying to put together proposals for several different articles; she was meeting with her investors the next day and needed pitched from every department. I was now, I discovered, a department..."

(Y/n) continued reading paragraph after paragraph, page after page. And then, they noticed a shift in the quiet noise of the room.

They looked down to find Dean's breathing had slowed and snores were escaping him. They bit their lip for a moment and relaxed further into the couch.

Their hand found their way to his hair, quietly comforting him as they went back to reading silently.

Dean couldn't help falling asleep.

Not because he had woken up earlier than he wanted, but because (Y/n) made it so easy for him to fall back asleep. For just a few hours, he was able to feel safe. He didn't get that very often, so he was going to take full advantage of that feeling now that he had it.

And (Y/n) was more than happy to offer that to him.

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Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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[plentyoffandoms]

rough carmelo Hayes smut? *slides 20 dollars*

Carmelo Hayes x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. Dom Camelo/Sub f/Reader. Spitting, blowjob (m receiving) NSFW under the cut

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

I hope you like it. Sorry, it has taken me so long to get out.

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*slides the 20 right back to you for being so patient waiting for this & throws in an extra 20.*

Summary: Carmelo Hayes came back home after being away for work. f/Reader told him she wouldn't touch herself while he was away. He comes home to see that she could not keep a promise.

Christian - Carmelo Hayes

Carmelo Hayes POV:

YN knew what would happen if I caught her playing with herself. I even had her promise that while I was away for the past two and a half weeks, she wouldn't dare play with any of her toys or use her fingers.

"I want you to be needy when I walk through that door baby. Can you promise me that?" I asked her as I was kissing her goodbye.

"Yes, Christian. I promise." At the time, that brought a smile to my face and I kissed her goodbye.

But I ended up getting stuck in Denver as there was a snow storm and I had to stay away from her for a bit longer.

So once the weather subsided, I caught the next plane home and got in earlier than I was to be expected.

I was going to surprise her, but I was the one who was surprised when I found her on our bed, thrusting her favourite dildo in and out of her wet pussy.

YN's head was thrown back again the pillows, her eyes closed as she was calling out my name. I leaned against the doorframe to our bedroom, readjusting myself as I could feel myself getting hard.

I don't know how long I stood there waiting for her to notice me, but YN was so involved with the pleasure she was bringing herself that she didn't notice me.

But I knew she was close. I know her body well enough that I could tell. Time to make my move.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this a surprise?"

It was almost comical the way how YN threw the dildo to the side when she heard my voice.

"Christian? I thought," I didn't let her finish as I was further into the room.

"You thought wrong love, now get over here." YN scrambled out of our bed and was on her knees, with her hands folded in her lap, looking up at me.

I placed my hand under her chin and gripped it as I leaned down to get close my face close enough to hers. "Open your mouth," I demanded.

YN did just that and barely a second later I was spitting into her mouth. "Keep that tongue out and don't move," I told her.

I stood up straight and stepped towards my part of the walk-in closet to take off my clothes. I had the perfect view of YN and I could see clearly that she wasn't moving and her tongue was still out.

Once I was naked, I turned around to face her with my cock in hand, jerking it off as I slowly walked towards her.

I tapped her tongue with the head of my cock and I could of groaned at the sight of her looking up at me as I did that.

I suddenly gripped the back of her head and pushed my cock as deep as I could go down her throat.

The only sounds in the room were my pelvis smacking against her face, her gags and my moaning as I fucked her throat.

"Got damn baby, fuck." I could hardly speak clearly as I looked down at her, her makeup running down her tear-streaked face.

I pulled out of her throat and YN was gasping and trying to catch her breath. I became almost concerned for her and was going to ask her if she was okay until she lurched forward and took me back down her throat.

I should of known my girl could take it, but now that I know she wants this, nah that won't do.

I pulled out of her throat a few minutes later and pulled her up by her arms. I turned her around and pushed her over the edge of the bed.

I gripped my leaking cock in my hand once more and tapped it against her pussy. I saw her shiver at that and then she screamed so loud when I slammed into her, I thought the neighbours were going to call the police.

I slammed into her at such a fast pace, I didn't even know I could go that fast. YN was moaning face-first into the mattress, but her moans were getting louder.

I slapped her ass a few times, "Keep quiet YN." I growled out. I punctured each word with a hard thrust, which had her gasping.

This went on for some time, but I needed to see her face. I wrapped my arms around her midsection and held her against my chest as I walked the two of us, with me still deep inside her pussy, towards our full-length mirror in the closet.

"Look at yourself." Her eyes tried to focus on us in the mirror, but I could tell she was too far gone.

"You couldn't have waited, could you? Bet you wanted to get caught huh? Wanted me to see you playing with my pussy?"

YN's mouth opened to say something but nothing came out except drawn out moan as I reached down and started to play with her clit.

"Christian, Christian, so close." YN whined. Her eyes closed, her mouth open as the pleasure has now fully taken over her body.

"I know you are, but do you deserve to cum on my cock?"

Silence

While my one hand was busy with her clit, my other hand gripped her throat and I watched as her eyes opened and we made eye contact in the mirror.

"Answer me YN." At this point, my thrusts were short and getting faster if that was possible.

I was close, so close to coming inside of her.

"Please Christian, I'll do anything." YN was now begging me. She kept repeating herself.

"Cum, cum now YN. Now!" I covered her mouth as she screamed as her pussy gripped my cock trying to strangle it.

I groaned into her hair as I came not even a second later.

I pulled out of YN and the both of us groaned at the feeling. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I gave her a gentle kiss.

Finally kissing her after being gone so long.

"I missed you baby." YN whispered against my lips.

"I missed you gorgeous, but next time, you better keep your promise."

"Ohh, I will Christian." I could tell by her teasing tone that she most certainly will not.

And I can't wait for that to happen again.

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