#s: continuous jacket behind

[sukugo]

got COCKBLOCKED in my own HOUSE (both literally and figuratively 🤔)

#f.txt #the house is my dreams. but the dream was in my house #ANYWAYS I HAD A DREAM. WHERE I WAS GONNA FUCK ANAKIN. BUT I DIDN'T BC DGSKDHSJHD #MY MOM CAME INTO THE ROOM 😭😭😭 #so it started with anakin and me in a room. anakin was on a desk with his back to me working on some stuff on a computer #he was wearing s shiny tight leather jacket and jeans. and FUCK did he look delicious. just incredible #so i go to him and i like lift up his jacket from behind and start grabbing his waist. #and then i grab his crotch and start rubbing it (he had a tiny dick <3) (AND I STILL REMEMBER THE FEELING OF IT 😭😭😭😭) #at first he doesn’t want to and he kinda resists. but we all know im into that shit. #but then actually he does get into it and wants to. so i take him and push him into the bed #OK DGDJHF actually there was someone else who wanted to fuck him too in the room with us #idk who it was and for some reason all i remember is that it was spiderman (but i go like BITHC IM gonna fuck him) #(actually i think we agreed to both do it or smth idk) so then there's like some dick grabbing action going on #and then. my mom comes in. #and I'm like. girl. why. why would u do this to me. how could u fucking do this to me. do u not see me having THE moment of my life. #so she uhh sees us. and she's like uhhhh. and we make like if we weren't doing anything ahaaa whaat nothing weird going on here. #so in a desperate attempt to continue i grab anakin's hand and take him to the other room. where apparently there's my brother. #and i want to cry. bc CANT A GIRL HAVE HER PRIVACY PLS (like i get it irl but NOT EVEN IN NY DREAMS 😭😭) #anyways so instead we just like. lay in bed. im between his legs bc no one's gonna fucking get me out of ther now lmao #and we start playing clapping games. bc what else are we supposed to do. and my mom COMES IN HERE too #to u know check up on what we're doing. and the position is uhh not innocent but we're like hey we're just playing. #so she leaves. and then we get up and run in circles lmao. #but anyways yeah that was the end of the anakin fucking 😭😭😭 #then it was hours of me having to listen to my mom and aunt talking about life hardships or smth #OH BUT THE END. i had another lil dream about exo/specifically kai. SPECIFICALLY about his thighs. #like there was a comeback or smth but his thighs were incredible. and then there's like a dance scene but he's mini tiny shorts #and when he moves u can See Things 😳👀 #anyway that is the story. no anakin fucking for me 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #i feel like this dream is so. representation of my Life. like yeah. this is literally my life.

[blithe-bee]

I am back with more sketches for @calysto1395 's AU!

Fic snippet of her writing behind the cut:

EDIT: Fic is also now available HERE

“Fine, fine! I’m going. Stop shoving me.” Law throws his hands up and steps onto the train.

“I don’t want to see you for at least 24 hours.” Bepo retorts, his paws on his hips and blocking the doorway like a bouncer. If Law wasn’t so fucking exhausted from a ten hour surgery session he would have a clever comeback right about now. As it stands, he can only repeat Bepo’s words at him in a mocking tone. He flips Bepo off as the train doors close between them for good measure before he turns to find a seat as they slowly roll out of the station. 

There is as usual only one other person on the train. Hiriluk Hospital Station is usually the one where everyone gets off as the line continues out of town into the shitty outer district where Law has his dirt cheap apartment. It’s a good thing too because Law usually has no patience for anyone after work and before work he needs to save what little he has for his patients. 

His usual companion is a young man, maybe around Law’s age, who has tan skin and green hair who nods at him when Law falls into one of the empty seats. He’s always there before Law gets on and doesn’t get off anywhere before Law does. Law sees him as often as he does his coworkers so he would say they are almost friends. Save for the part where Law has no idea who he is besides a passenger and incredibly attractive.

“Trouble in paradise?” The guy asks, snorting with a smirk. He’s huddled into one of the seats that run sideways along the walls of the train, jean jacket and a hoodie today, legs propped up on his huge backpack with the long case sticking out of it. 

Law just rolls his eyes and lets his head fall against the headrest. It’s part of the routine at this point. Guy will make a comment or greet him and then it will be silent for the rest of the ride, just the way Law likes it. The stranger on the train might be Law’s favorite person, right after Bepo. Then again Bepo humiliated and bullied him onto the train today so maybe the stranger has taken top spot. 

“You got blood on your cheek.” The guy says and Law feels the annoyance at the routine being disturbed before he processes the words. His eyes blink open and he rubs at his cheek with his sleeve, feels the crusted flakes rub off and sees them clinging to the fabric of his hoodie. 

Law stares at it for a long time, feels his eyes losing focus for a minute before he blinks and shakes his head. Maybe Bepo had a point in sending him home. He sighs deeply, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones. “Yep.” He says and rubs his cheek once more just to make sure he got it all. 

Stranger just gives him a nod when he shoots a questioning glance at him before he buries his hands in his jacket pockets and closes his eyes, settling deep into his seat. Law takes it as his cue to do the same. Just to rest his eyes for a little bit. He has about twenty minutes until he’s at his station and the conductor usually doesn’t check tickets this late at night. Law tells himself it's just for a few minutes. Just until his retinas stop burning. 

Then before he knows it there is a hand on his shoulder. He jerks, flailing wildly and smacking something before he gets his bearings. 

The stranger is standing next to his seat, looking down at him, hand falling to his side from where it had hung outstretched between them. “That’s your stop right?” He asks. 

Law blinks, confused. Head swirling to look outside the window to see the Tang Station sign out front. “Shit.” He manages to say, scrambling with his bag to hustle outside just in time before the doors close on him. He’s catching his breath on the platform, heart racing in his chest when he looks back at the train and sees the guy standing there still. He leans down a little to wave through the window as it sets back into motion and Law’s sleep deprived brain doesn’t manage to respond in any way before they are out of view.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #zolaw #op train AU #I love this AU a lot if you couldn't already tell #my art

[moonstruckme]

oh my god i was hoping u werent sick (no pun intended unless…) of all the doc rem requests!!!

can we get not just a regular doc rem but a casually dominant doc rem. like he’ll make sure ur drinking ur water, fixing ur posture by pulling your shoulders back gently, forcing u to put on a jacket if its just a tad 🤏🏻 bit cold outside

and ofc will scold u (lovingly) in the process. fem!reader is all like 🙄 but loves how much he cares about her

You're a genius for this lovely, thanks for requesting!

cw: alcohol

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 994 words

Your throat’s been bothering you since you woke up. It’s just a little scratchy, barely anything, but it feels like an ill omen. Still, you’re not going to bring your life to a halt on the slim chance the tickle in your throat is going to turn into something worse, and Remus would never hear the end of it if you skipped out on one of Sirius’ things anyway. 

You probably should have abstained from drinking, though. You’ve only had one, but now your throat hurts worse, the music and chatter are too grating, and your head feels a tad fuzzier than it ought to. Sirius and Remus have gone from bickering about music to teaming up against James to bicker about films without your noticing, and now Lily’s offering you another drink and you have to ask her to repeat herself before declining. There’s an inconvenient ache blooming behind your eyes. 

You know you’ve been sussed out when Remus wraps his hands around your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs. “Everything alright?” 

“Mhm.” You leave it at that, leaning a back against his chest. 

He hums. “Did you finish your water today?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What have you had to eat?” 

You roll your eyes. Remus knows, somehow. He gives your hip a warning squeeze. 

“Rem, I’m fine.” 

“What have you eaten?”

You tell him, as if he wasn’t there for breakfast and didn’t pack your lunch himself. He nods, reassured you’d finished it all. 

“You seem knackered for only having had one drink,” he observes. 

You shrug. “I’m just not up to more tonight.” 

It’s the wrong thing to say. 

Remus hums, his grip adjusting just slightly to hold you more securely against him. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m just a bit tired.” 

“Dove.” Your boyfriend has several tones you know well enough to pick up on a single word. This one is all too familiar. It’s mistrustful, admonishing, heavy with the weight of implied consequence. It says, I know you’re not being fully honest with me. 

James may not pick up on all that, but he recognizes the shift in Remus’ attention, one of your boyfriend’s lengthy hands splaying protectively over your stomach. He sends you an amused look, which you return with a touch of loving pique, and then Remus is turning you around in his lap. 

“Dove,” he says again, breath fanning over your face and eyes boring into yours and overall torturously close to you, “are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” 

You give up on denials, turning your eyes up to his pleadingly. “It’s really not bad,” you try.

Remus is unmoved. “Tell me, and I’ll say if it’s bad.” 

“I don’t want to make it a thing.” 

“You’re not. Go on.” 

You sigh, squirming under the attention you can feel at your back. Remus’ friends have continued talking, but you know his behavior has caught their attention. “My throat’s just a bit sore,” you admit, “and I guess the alcohol must’ve made it worse.” Remus sets a hand to your forehead, nodding for you to continue. “I feel a bit more affected than I usually would, so I decided to stop. That’s all.” 

“Well, you don’t have a fever.” You release a tiny exhale, and Remus’ lips twitch. “How long has your throat been bothering you, sweetheart?” 

You consider lying, but it’ll only make things worse. “Since this morning.” 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but your boyfriend’s stare beats that easily. “You ought to have told me,” he says in a low voice. 

“It’s just a sore throat.” You roll your eyes. Remus makes a soft tsking sound that lets you know he’ll remember it. 

“I have you talk to me about these things for a reason,” he says. “Do you know why that is?” 

You’d really rather not enable him, but you’re trapped. You let your expression convey your reluctance. “Why?” 

“Because I’d tell you,” he slips one hand beneath your top, thumb sweeping across your side in the way that softens you like butter, “not to drink when you’re coming down with something.” 

“I don’t know if I am,” you say weakly. 

“Hopefully not.” Remus smears a kiss across your forehead, reaching for his coat. “But if you are, we might still be able to avoid it if you let yourself rest. Y/N’s not feeling well,” he explains to Sirius when the other boy notices his preparations for departure. “I’m going to take her home.” 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were sick,” James covers for his sour friend, who’s still looking like he might protest. 

“I’m not,” you say, but Remus ushers you towards the door. 

Lily gives you a kind look, glancing knowingly towards your boyfriend. “Feel better, love.” 

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he placates his friends, placing his jacket over your shoulders. He opens the door for you, and seems all too prepared for the argument on the tip of your tongue when you step outside. “Don’t take off the jacket. You should have brought your own, but now that you’re sick I don’t want to risk weakening your immune system.” 

“I’m not sick,” you insist, starting to shrug the jacket off despite his hands pinning it to you. “And it’s barely cold out here.” 

Remus levels you with a look. “Keep it on.” 

You huff but stop your attempts to remove the covering, trying not to notice how Remus has slowed his brisk pace to accommodate you. “Why did we have to leave?” you ask. “I’m not feeling that bad, really.” 

“I figured you wouldn't want me looking down your throat with a flashlight in front of everyone.” You purse your lips, and Remus grins, wrapping an arm around you. He rubs your shoulder through the material of his jacket. “I’m looking out for you in more ways than one, dove,” he teases, “you can trust in that.”

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[emmyrosee]

Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.

It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.

You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.

He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?

You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭

His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’

Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.

The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.

He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.

Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.

“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”

“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”

Lovely.

“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”

“Well he’s been single since birth-“

“HEY!”

“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”

Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.

Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”

“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”

Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.

“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”

And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…

But maybe he does.

Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”

“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.

“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”

“Feral?” Suna chimes in.

“Buck wild?”

“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.

Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”

“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”

“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”

“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. “For… some reason.”

“They BITE?”

“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”

“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.

“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.

“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.

“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”

“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.

Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.

The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.

He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.

SENT I love you, too :)

You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.

Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.

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[ravenslvt]

in love with your writing and politely requesting afab reader x Leon. basically reader was in a shitty controlling relationship before getting with Leon. her ex would isolate her & wouldn’t let her talk to her friends & family, would control what she wore, wouldn’t let her go out, etc.

when her and Leon are getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends, she’s already nervous about the fact they’re going out with friends. on top of that she silently frets over wanting to wear a dress that shows some cleavage and her back, worried Leon will make her change/call her an attention whore for dressing that way like her ex did. but instead he comforts her and reassures her sweetly and also with a quickie before dinner

☆ leon s kennedy x f!reader ☆

cw: mentions of past toxic relationship, comforting, smut, body worshiping, unprotected sex, short and simple

you sigh looking in the full body mirror in front of you. your nerves on edge.

the dress your boyfriend had bought you looked good on you, maybe too good you thought. the flattering neckline exposed your cleavage while the back of the dress was low cut, revealing your back. you were scared leon might not like it or want you to wear something more modest.

the furrow in your brow was obvious to leon as he walked into his room. on instinct, your arms cross against your chest to cover yourself as he walks in. you practically spent everynight at his apartment at this point. he walks up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your middle and bringing you close to him.

“everything ok?” he softly asks, moving your hair to the side to give your neck a small kiss. his eyes glued to your dress in the mirror. “you look beautiful, baby” one of his cold hands moves down to your bare back, giving you chills.

“i was gonna put a jacket on, it might be too much for a fancy restaurant…” you say, a frown on your face. you just stared at yourself. you knew if this was a year ago, your ex would be telling you how desperate you were for wearing something so revealing. how you were basically begging for other mens attention.

you were so happy when you met leon, he was completley obsessed with you since the first day you met. but still, the memories of your past always lingered in your mind in situations like these.

leon noticed the way your thoughts wondered and he hugged you tigher. “c’mon. you look absolutely gorgeous. i can’t wait to show you off to all our friends, they’re gonna be so jealous i’m the one taking you home” he chuckles lightly, kissing down your cheek.

“are you sure? what if it’s cold… maybe i can just-“ you start, but he cuts you off with more kisses.

you giggle “leonn, you’re gonna smear my makeup” you try to swat him away, but he just holds you tighter.

“can’t i show my beautiful girlfriend some love, hmm?” he continues kissing your face, moving down to your neck.

“if you keep this up, we’re gonna be late” you pout, but don’t protest his actions. he just smiles, sucking a small hickey onto your neck like a horny teenager. you just lean back into him as his hands run up and down your body.

you whine and crane your head to look up at him when he cups your breasts through your dress with his large hands.

“god, what did i do to deserve you, princess?” he groans. you could feel something hard against your ass and you gasped his name. the way he could get hard just from looking at you.

“let me show you how much you mean to me.” he slowly grinded his errection into your rear, making you mewl.

he pulled away, making you pout. you turn around and he sat on the bed that faced the large mirror. your eyebrow raised curiously. he just hold out a hand for you to grab onto and you oblige. as soon as your hands meet, he kisses your knuckles before pulling you onto the bed with him, making you let out a yelp of suprise. he pins you under him, a blissed out look on his face. he was so entranced with everything you do.

he finally kisses your lips feverishly, like he couldn’t pull away. you knew your lipgloss was ruined by now, but neither of you seemed to mind.

he bit your lip and you gasped. he chuckled from how responsive you always were, kissing you even deeper. his lips pull back to trail down your body. your jaw, neck, chest, breasts. he carefully bunches your long dress up to your waist, careful not to wrinkle the expensive fabric. even if he did ruin it, he’d buy you as many more as you wanted.

the cool air hit your bare legs, your panties on display for him. they were the same color as the dress, making him smile. ‘so cute’ he thought. you giggle as he kisses down your stomach, a bit ticklish. he was at your thighs, kissing and giving small bites to the plush skin. you perch up on your elbows to get a better view. your boyfriend was so handsome. with every kiss he left in his wake, he gave praises.

“you’re so perfect. you’re all i ever need” he repeats until his lips hover over your clothed pussy. you give him a pleading look and grip his dirty blonde hair, making him smile. he rips your panties down your legs, stuffing them in his pockets, making you gasp.

“leonnn, i need those!” you exclaim. he just chuckles and gives your dampened cunt a kiss. he has to pin your thighs down to prevent them from squirming around. he licks a long stripe up your folds, making you shiver. his tounge flicks your clit, hardening his tounge to circle it, making you tug at his hair.

he starts to suck at your sensitive bud, making you practically scream out. he circles your tight hole with one of his long fingers, slowly inserting it, making you whine out into the bedroom air. his finger pumps in and out, adding another, sending you over the edge.

you chant his name as you shake in his hold, his fingers basically jackhammering into you as is lips sucked your clit expertly. he knew your body inside and out at this point.

“fuck leon! i’m gonna cum, baby, i’m-“ you cut yourself on with a boderline pornographic scream as you clench around his fingers, soaking his face and hand with your wetness. he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re pushing at his head, panting. he reluctantly pulled away, shoving his fingers in his mouth, licking himself clean. you groan from the sight. the sheets under you were soaked.

“kiss me” you mumble, reaching your hands out for him. he smiles and leans up to give you a kiss. you groan as you taste yourself on his tounge. he was almost crushing you with his strong body, you could feel his large cock straining against his suit pants. your hands unbutton his trousers, trying to push them down his hips. “off” you say into his mouth. he obeys, standing for a moment to take his pants and boxers off. his cock standing proudly as he stroked himself. no matter how many times you’ve seen it, you will never get over his sheer size. you were suprised it fit everytime you guys fucked.

he hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you closer to him so he could line himself up with your hole. he dragged his weeping cock up and down your slick folds, lubricanting himself. “stop teasing” you whine, shifting your hips to try and get him inside. he leans down to kiss you and slowly enters you, his thick cock giving you a delicious stretch even with all the foreplay. you gasp once he fully bottoms out, his cock already hitting the spot deep inside of you. “you always feel so perfect” he almost growls out, feeling your walls around him.

you moan his name as his hips slap against you, thrusting in and out over and over. he groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in your dress. he paws at them, squeezing and groping. “fuck, baby. i wanna be inside you forever” he practically whines. his praises going straight to your messy pussy. he was already emberassingly close from how fucking hot you looked and how good you felt. his thumb went to pinch your clit, making you squeeze around him. “s’big leon ohmygod” your eyes shut closed as you felt the overwhelming pleasure starting to take over. his plushy tip hitting your soft spot with every thrust.

“gonna cum all over my cock, princess? c’mon i know you can do it, pretty” his thrusts only get harder and faster as the speed of his thumb on your clit quickens. you scream out his name as you cum around him, the overstimulation feeling so so good.

he rides out your orgasm until his hips sputter, cuming inside of you deeply with a loud moan of your name. he collapses on top of you, his dick softening inside of you. “leon, can’t breathe” you hit his shoulder lightly. he just chuckles and sits up, pulling out of you before kissing you again. he admired your fucked out state, your makeup completley ruined now. he takes a few tissues, kissing your thighs before cleaning up the area around your ruined pussy. you yelp as his tounge enters your sensitive hole, lapping the mixture of your release up with his skilled tounge. once he was done, he carefully puts your dress back on. he cleans up the mascara that was running down your cheek, and the smeared lip gloss around your mouth.

“thank you” you softly smile at him, sitting up and fixing your messy hair. “for what?” he tucks himself back into his dress pants, looking back at you. “for being the best boyfriend, i guess” you giggle, slowly scooting off the bed. there was an intense throbbing in your lower area, making you hiss. he chuckles, giving you one last kiss and helping you fix yourself up. “don’t gotta thank me, baby. i don’t know how i could live without you” he reaches out his hand.

“now c’mon. we’re already late” he stands and helps you up, your legs a bit shakey.

“give me my underwear” you hold out your hand for him to give them back. he gives a smug smile, just grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles again.

“not a chance” he smirks.

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a/n: thank u for this request!!! i wrote this all in one sitting for once it was mostly smut but i can’t help it, i’m obsessed w him.

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[lanadelnegan]

public sex with negan, younger reader. he eats her out on a bench table in alexandria while 'nobody's' watching ..

Keep Me Warm

S10/11!Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is mid 50's), oral (female receiving), p in v, public sex, slight daddy kink, breeding, no plot just smut

"Thought I'd find you here." You approach Negan before sitting beside him on the bench. The coolness of the wood against your exposed skin makes you shiver, drawing Negan's attention to your bare legs in your silky black nightgown.

"Kinda cold out for a dress, don't ya think?" He smirks at you, leaving you speechless at the way his hazel eyes glow in the moonlight. "...Not that I'm fuckin' complaining." He continues before shedding his thick jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

You snuggle into his jacket, getting a whiff of his manly scent. This is the closest you've ever been to him, although you've frequently imagined him touching every inch of your body.

"Probably, but figured you wouldn't mind keeping me warm." You tease, slipping your hands into the warmth of his jacket.

"Not at all. In fact, I could think of a few ways to warm you up."

You're not surprised by his words, considering the two of you have spent the past month with your eyes glued to each other and exchanging flirty remarks every time you pass each other.

"Name one, besides your jacket." You encourage him to continue.

"I could just fuckin' show you, doll." He looks to you and your cheeks redden, either from his boldness, or the frigid cold- one of the two.

"Okay." You whisper softly, meeting his playful gaze.

As soon as you give him the green light, his lips press to yours as his hand reaches up, caressing the side of your neck. You moan into his mouth and deepen the kiss by parting your lips and letting him in. The feeling of his tongue against yours makes your insides tingle as he kisses you hard but soft at the same time.

You knew he'd be a good kisser with the way he carries himself, but you had no idea it would be this good.

Chills spread through your body and down your legs as you grip at his t-shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hand drops to your thigh, rubbing the goosebumps on your soft skin.

He chuckles darkly, sliding his hand upwards on your leg and stopping right at the edge of your dress. His other arm rests on the bench behind you as his body faces yours and he whispers in your ear.

"Spread for me, sweetheart."

The sound of his deep voice radiates to your core as you spread your legs open slightly, allowing him access.

"I think it's working, baby.. I can feel the heat coming from you already." He says with arrogance.

"Negan.. please.. touch me." You beg, placing your hand on top of his and urging it to your center.

His hand cups your pussy as he groans softly in your ear at the realization that you're not wearing panties.

"You are such a bad girl." He laughs seductively, dipping his middle finger through your folds. "I'm old enough to be your damn father, you know that? Hell, maybe even grandfather. I should not think of you the way I do, but.. the hell am I supposed to do when you eye fuck me all day then come see me wearing this slutty little dress and no goddamn panties?"

You can't help but whimper at his filthy words until a porch light flicking on nearby distracts you.

"Negan... Someone could see us." You breathe heavily as his finger swirls circles slowly around your swollen clit.

"Let's give them a goddamn show then." He removes his hand, bringing his finger to your mouth until you open and suck your juices off your finger. "Has anyone ever eaten your pussy, baby?"

You shake your head no with his finger still in your mouth.

"Good." He says, getting down on his knees in the ground in front of you. Before you can stop him, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and pulls you closer towards the edge of the bench until his mouth is hovering right above your exposed, dripping cunt.

"Look at this, sweetheart. I've barely fuckin' touched you and you are goddamn leaking for me already."

You bite your lower lip as you look down at him, bucking your hips a little as you try to get closer to his face. He chuckles at your desperate movements, holding you down firmly to the bench.

"Negan, hurry." You look around nervously, noticing two people walking out of their house in the distance.

"Let me enjoy this, doll. Gonna take my fuckin' time with you and if people wanna watch.. that's on them." He says before finally dipping his head between your legs and immediately pushing his tongue through your hole.

You look down at him, making an o-shape with your mouth as your hand drifts to his peppery hair, gripping it gently.

You feel his talented tongue flick inside of you over and over before he retracts it, gliding his tongue up your slit until reaching your clit and sucking gently. Your legs instinctively wrap around his head, pulling him closer as your head falls back with pleasure.

"Ahh, Negan." You moan out, lifting your hips slightly off the bench at the intense sensation.

"Feel good baby? You like that?" He says after coming up for air, watching your expression as he slides his middle finger into you and curving it perfectly into your g-spot continuously.

Just as your orgasm builds inside you, a couple appears from the side of a house, casually walking along the sidewalk going in the opposite direction.

Negan notices you looking at them as you cover your hand with your mouth, attempting to stay quiet and not draw their attention. He glances back at them before looking to you with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Don't look at them baby. Look at me." His finger curves at a faster pace as his head drops between your legs once again. As soon as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you feel the overwhelming sensation rush over you.

"Negan.. Negan I'm gonna.." You whisper, as tears fill the corners of your eyes.

"That's it, cum for daddy. That's my good. fuckin'. girl." His voice grows deeper with each word as he removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue as you cry out. He spreads your legs apart as wide as possible before catching every drop of you in his mouth and groaning with satisfaction.

The couple looks behind them at the two of you before awkwardly looking away and quickening their steps when they realize what's happening.

"You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart." Negan stands, adjusting the manhood that's straining beneath his black jeans. "You warm yet?" He smirks, wiping your juices off his beard with his thumb as he takes his seat next to you.

He grips your jaw with his fingers, tilting your head to meet his as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

"Negan.." You breathe into his mouth.

"Yeah baby?" He says, still kissing you.

"Need more of you.."

Negan chuckles, breaking away from the kiss as he looks around. You both notice it's grown darker around you as most of the houses have completely turned their lights out.

You don't give him time to answer before you're climbing in his lap as your dress naturally bunches around your waist.

"Please, Negan. I need you inside me.. now." You beg, unbuttoning his pants.

"I'm not stoppin' you darlin'. Whatever I got.. it's yours."

He digs his fingers into your hips as you pull his hardening cock out of his pants, jerking it only a couple of times before it stands completely erect against his stomach. You look down at it, biting your lip at the intimidating size.

"You sure you're ready for me, baby?" He asks, smirking up at you.

You answer him by settling your knees comfortably on either side of him and lining his dick up to your already soaked entrance.

"You sure you're ready for me?" You ask him, before sliding your tight cunt down on him completely, making his head fall back and a deep moan to escape his throat. Your fingers intertwine in the back of his hair as you look down at him and watch his face as you pleasure him.

You've always had a crush on Negan, but seeing him this way and hearing the desperate, filthy sounds coming from his mouth brings it to a level you never thought possible.

You grind on him pathetically, selfishly focusing on making yourself cum again as you direct your g-spot perfectly into the tip of him over and over.

Your orgasm hits you like a semi truck as you lean back suddenly and cry out his name, unable to control yourself due to the immense pleasure. Negan's arms wrap around your back, keeping you from falling as you ride out your orgasm and he looks down between the two of you, watching your liquids drip down his long, thick cock.

"Ah, fuck, baby. Look. at. that. Making such a mess on daddy."

You regain your composure, leaning back up and maneuvering yourself on your feet on either side of the bench so you can easily bounce on him.

He helps guide you with his hands firmly planted on your ass cheeks as you grip his shoulders and begin to bounce up and down on him.

"Fuck. Just like that, baby. Just like that." He praises you, bringing one of his hands up to your hair and tugging on it until your head falls back. "So fucking proud of you for taking my cock so deep." He grunts out, and you know he's close from his erratic breathing and sweaty forehead.

"Will you cum in me, Negan? Please?" You ask innocently.

"Fuck, doll." He says out of breath. "Don't fuckin' tempt me."

"But I want it, daddy. Please.. want you to fill me up so I can sleep with it dripping out of me tonight and think of you." You say even more innocently than before, wanting him to give in.

He looks up at you with a serious expression on his face as you continue to ride him. "Damn, baby." He grunts as you bounce faster and more deliberate, desperate for him to spill inside of you. "How the hell am I supposed to say no to that?"

You lean down to kiss him hard as he suddenly holds your hips firmly in place against him. His head drops back further, pulling him away from the kiss as he lets out a long, hoarse groan, following it with short grunts with each rope of cum that pulses out of him.

You make out for minutes until his dick finally softens and you lift yourself off of him, shielding yourself from the cold as you snuggle into his jacket that's still wrapped around you.

"You think anyone saw us?" You ask as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

"Fuckin' hope so."

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pairing: ceo harry x reader

warnings: voyeurism, car sex, squirting, daddy kink

summary: in which yn is mad at harry and he lets her take her frustration out on him

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the backseat of the limo is filled with tension as harry and yn ride to some dinner they’d been invited to by a potential client that she definitely would rather not attend, the sound of the busy road around them being the only filler. her arms are folded across her chest as she sits as far away from him as she can bear, scrolling on her phone to avoid the scowl on his face.

“baby, i’m sorry we have to go to this, but i promise as soon as we get home we can cuddle and watch a movie and eat some popcorn. i’ll even let y’do the little face mask on me like we did last time,” harry tries, exasperation seeping into his tone as he tries to make things better. she responds with nothing but a sigh, turning her body away from him slightly and crossing her legs. that’s all it takes for it all to click in his head; the game she’s playing. he’ll bite, but definitely not in the way she wants.

“alright. if y’gonna be bratty all night i’m not gonna deal with it. we can go home,” he warns, clenching his teeth together to keep his composure. “what can i do to make it better?”

when she still doesn’t answer, he’s reaching forward and pressing the button for the partition, much to her confusion. she’s not confused for long, though, as she sees him unbuttoning his slacks before unzipping them and freeing his cock. “panties off,” he tells her nonchalantly, lazily stroking his cock as he stares at her.

her breathing stops for just a moment as she takes in his words before she’s doing as she’s told, sliding her panties down her legs and past her shoes. she goes to place them into her purse before she hears the sound of fingers snapping, looking over to harry to see him with his hand open. he takes the time to place them into the pocket of his jacket before snapping into action.

“‘s a shame really,” he grunts, pulling her over to him and spreading her legs on either side of him. he flips her dress up and wastes no more time before sliding a ringed finger through her already glistening folds. “so wet for me already, it’s pathetic,” he spits before reaching between them to line himself up with her. he uses his other hand to guide her down onto him, a gasp leaving her lips at the slight stretch.

he lets her adjust for a moment, and when she finally relaxes fully around him she expects him to start absolutely wrecking her, but he doesn’t. he removes his hands from her hips and places them behind his head, looking at her expectantly. “go on, then. if y’so mad at me, take it out on me. take what you need from me,” he tells her, and a scoff falls from her lips at his words but she prepares herself nonetheless.

placing her hands on his shoulders, she adjusts her body so that her knees are against the leather of the seat before using the both of them as leverage to lift herself off his cock before slamming her hips back down with so much force that it forces a shocked grunt from harry.

“that’s what it was. just needed daddy to make it all better, hm?” he grunts, trying not to show what she’s doing to him. the feeling of her warm, slick walls sliding over each and every inch of him has a cry bubbling in the back of his throat that he refuses to let go, settling for short grunts as she continues to lift and drop her hips at a speed that’s comfortable for her.

she keeps going at her desired pace as the knot in her belly gets tighter and tighter, her skin growing damp with the effort she’s putting in. taking a moment to adjust herself and breathe, she leans forward just a bit before continuing, and the angle is absolutely delicious. the most guttural sound falls from her lips at the feeling, and she’s speeding up just a bit as she chases the feeling she craves.

harry can barely hold himself together with her on top of him, taking all of him so well, so he reaches forward and grabs her ass cheeks, spreading them and using them as leverage to fuck her down onto him. that’s not all he does, though, scooting down the seat just enough that he can get his footing to begin fucking her from below. her eyes instantly roll into the back of her head and her cries of pleasure get much louder, harry trying to get her there before he explodes.

“fuck, i can feel you squeezing me. so close for me. y’did so well taking what you needed from me, baby,” he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of his balls drawing tighter and tighter with each meeting of their bodies. “cmon, baby. cum for me, y’so close. soak my cock before i fill you up, make a mess on me.”

and that’s all it takes for her to go completely rigid above him but he doesn’t stop the movement of his hips or let go of hers, and a loud sob of pleasure leaves her lips as she cums. her orgasm brings a gush of wetness that soaks his expensive suit, a ring of white coating the base of him as even more evidence of how hard she came.

he looks down as he feels her let go so intensely, and the sight of his soaked clothes plus the feeling of her contracting walls sucking him in sends him over the edge with a noise that resembles a growl and a grunt, dropping her hips back down onto his to keep her close as he fills her up. his balls and his cock are twitching as he empties himself in her, and he can barely think as his body slumps in relief.

they’re just lying in the wetness of her orgasm as he feels his cum start to drip down past the base of him, leaving his balls even stickier than they already were. once they catch their breath, yn has no interest in moving, so she groans when she feels harry shift behind her before holding onto her back to keep her stable as he reaches toward the front of the limo.

pressing the button for the partition once more, he attempts to catch his breath a bit more before speaking to the driver. “you can go ahead and turn back around, we’re just gonna head home instead,” he manages, not even waiting for a response as he lets it back up. he can catch a glimpse, though, of the driver through the mirror. a red face and ears as he avoids all eye contact. there’s no way he didn’t hear the absolute filth that happened in the back, and he definitely lets out a sigh of exasperation as he realizes he’ll be left to clean up the mess(the tip will be insane though).

harry looks down to yn slumped against his chest with a small grin, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead before saying something that makes her breath stutter.

“it’s good that you’re getting some rest now, baby. you’re gonna need the energy.”

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Zombie Horde x AMAB transfem/gn reader who is working to find a cure for the zombie epidemic?

Like I was imagining reader works in a lab that is then overrun, and reader attempts to flee the horde or secretly continue their experiments when they aren’t looking.

Eventually maybe reader gets used to it and decides to take advantage of the “willing” and (usually) non-violent test subjects.

Love ur work btw <3

i havent given you guys your dose of zombie bitches lately so here ya go <3 this can be also be read as gn maybe

Zombie Horde x MtF!Reader Who's Looking for a Cure

CW: i will make you sob at the end istg, a bit of ewuh body stuff

💀 You've been trying to find a cure ever since the first wave of the epidemic, but the virus spread so quickly that you had to halt your research and flee the city, getting in your car after loading all your equipment and supplies in the trunk and driving off.

💀 Now, after just a few months, you were living in a symbiotic relationship with the very things you swore to destroy. At that point, you've forgotten all about the cure, thinking that there was no more hope on this earth for rehabilitation.

💀 But while lying down in your zombie husband pile at night, the idea sparked in your brain yet again, making you sit up, Ribs' head falling from your shoulder, waking him up.

💀 "S-sorry! So sorry Hun! Uhm..I gotta get something!" You pat Ribs' head before stumbling out of your bed, careful not to trip over the others. Bo blinks a bit before getting up and following you.

💀 You hear a low purr behind you as you were putting on your jacket and backpack and see Bo with a pleading, sleepy face. please come back..it's cold... you could imagine him saying. You chuckle and give him a kiss on the nose. "I'll be back, I promise!" and you run off outside to the parking lot.

💀 You retrieve your supplies from your old car, it's dusty and a bit dirty but the papers you've written were still readable.

💀 You carry the box of stuff back with you, Screw and Soda waiting for you and cocking their heads at the sight of their little mate carrying a box full of tubes and paper.

💀 The horde curiously watches you search through the papers, sometimes writing things down. You mumble soft words they didn't understand whilst looking over two or more papers.

💀 Eventually, you circle a string of letters and numbers and you hold your head in your hands with wide eyes, Screw crawls up to you cooing and you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face.

💀 "I think I got it.."

💀 He cocks his head with a chirp.

💀 "I have the cure..."

💀 You would've never considered it, but with your new discovery of visible consciousness in infected subjects, brain recovery and even bodily recovery can be possible, you just had to find a solution that can increase the body's constructive systems.

💀 You would forge for materials far beyond where you usually searched and would meet up with other survivors to exchange goods in order to conduct your research.

💀 Of course, your husbands were willing to help you, once you told them about your plan, they were so happy! Flesh like yours? Count us in! Ribs especially wants to help; he very much wants his torso back...

💀 The first tests weren't very fruitful but gave interesting results, one experiment with Bo included an injection to his arm, which made his heart beat for a few seconds before slowing and stopping like it was before.

💀 You would also see signs of growth, both Screw and Soda's wounds would appear to be healing themselves.

💀 After a few months of experimentation, you were starting to give up, the boys' wounds and lost body parts being unable to grow back.

💀 It was alright for you though, you never really expected to find the cure so easily, and you weren't sure if it could even work on other zombies.

💀 At least the boys looked a bit better than before though, their hair could grow like a human's and their limps were gone, their joints rejuvenated and no longer rigid, allowing them to move like a normal human and not a living corpse.

💀 You thought that was all that you got from your experiments when..

💀 "(Y-Y/N)?"

💀 That...voice? It sounds familiar somehow...

💀 "Babygirl? Can you hear me?" the voice says again, it was gruff with a bit of a southern accent.

💀 "That's not her name!" Another voice, more higher pitched that the first.

💀 "It's a nickname Ribs!" One quietly says.

💀 Your neck almost snaps at the speed you turned back.

💀 "Uhm..hey there babes.." Bo says awkwardly.

💀 Looks like their vocal chords grew back too...

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[southernbluebellereader]

Being Chosen...By A Baby

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Single Mom (COD MW(2/3))

Warning: Fluffy stuff, Baby Fever, MAJOR BABY FEVER

Summary: Simon Riley isn't too particular about babies, until he meets yours.

Word Count: ~1,670 words

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A/N: I loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while. I didn't like the ending because I didn't know how to end it lol

Edit: Pronouns and names were all over the place but it should be fixed lmao thanks for letting me know

Imagine being chosen by someone. Someone intentionally looking at you and thinking - contemplating, deciding - and choosing to pick you. It’s as simple as picking you to ask for directions, ordering a cup of coffee, and begging to touch your skin.

But it’s something special when someone as small as a little child is looking at you and choosing you. No one knows what goes on in their mind, behind those curious eyes, those rosy and chubby cheeks, that little button nose, that babbling little mouth with teeth fighting to make way. No one knows what those cute little chubby cherubs think when they decide to reach out to grab anything and everything in sight.

The grip of a child is mightier than anyone Lieutenant Simon Riley has ever seen.

Lieutenant Simon Riley - the infamous Ghost. He’s not supposed to exist. The enigma.

Yet… out of anyone who could have found him and had a mighty grip on his gray fleece jacket was your little chunky cherub made of a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls, looking at him with big curious eyes, absorbing information like a sponge. Your little infant son of nine months old, sitting comfortably in a little wrap carrier so that he can comfortably lay against your chest, he has seen Simon and reached out and grabbed a little handful of his gray fleece jacket with no intention of letting go.

It was a quick day for you so you didn’t need the baby carriage today, the wrap keeping your son against your chest would suffice, you liked having your baby against your chest anyways. In the city, it was easy to get around by walking and public transport, but you needed something in the next town over so you had to take the train. The platform for the train was nearly empty, you were early, so you had some time to yourself and your little boy giggling and babbling away, occasionally wiping his nose and talking to him about the plans for the day.

Slowly but surely, people started to pile in as the time went on, the train would be arriving soon.

Even a ghost needs a place to stay, right. On the occasion that he is home, he tends to stay out of his home, usually to replace food that had spoiled while he was gone. Simon arrived at the train station and waited on the platform. It wasn’t too cold, but chilly enough to wear his gray fleece jacket.

It was nice and quiet until more people started to pile up onto the train station. Usually he didn’t mind until people started to get into his personal space, which rarely happened anyways. Even in more civilian clothes, in a place where people barely recognize him, despite him living there, people tend to stay away from people who look mysterious.

As more people pile into the station, he slowly moves towards the center of the station. Huffing slightly to himself, he glances slightly at the giant clock. The train would be arriving soon. As he waited, he’d hear bits and pieces of conversations from people about their lives.

He didn’t mind it, he felt more human.

After a while, he heard something he didn’t hear often.

An animal?

No.

A baby.

The baby seemed to continue to babble, getting louder as he moved again. For some reason it made him curious. It’s not that he wasn’t fond of children, his childhood was pretty fucked up, but a child was an innocent being in this cruel world. Sometimes he wondered what he’d be like if he’d spent more time around children - or what things would be like if he had children.

But that’s just a random thought in his mind. A man like Lieutenant Simon Riley - with the sins and atrocities he’s been through and committed, he has no business having children. He is the one mothers tell their children to stay away from. He is the boogeyman underneath a child’s bed.

Hearing the babbling again, he instinctively turns his head and looks around for a moment, then looks down, seeing the source of this little creature.

An infant child, probably no more than 9 months old, a drool covered fist in his mouth, the other arm flailing in every direction. And you, holding your child wrapped in a long cloth and tied around your waist, Simon couldn’t figure out how you held the chunky child on your chest with just a scarf. 

You were on the phone with someone talking about baby related things. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your baby. Such a mundane sight. A mother and her child. He glanced at your hand caressing your child’s chubby and rosy cheeks. No ring. Single mom? No wait, that’s rude. 

Cracking a small smile at the sight, he looked at the child for a moment, finding amusement in how you tried to sooth your child as you talked on the phone, swaying your hips slightly. You kept your eyes on your little cherub the entire time, playing with your son’s cheeks, making him giggle and smile, occasionally acknowledging him, calling him your honey bun.

Then you got caught up with your conversation and looked away. Your child looked around for a moment, content and happy. Simon didn’t know what he found so amusing and intriguing about this child. When he thought about children, he thought of crying little messes, unruly children, little rascals who were nothing but trouble.

This little dough-boy? He had an urge to just poke his little rosy cheeks. You were holding your son, Simon practically stood right next to you but he couldn’t tell you what you were talking about. Your little cherub had dampened his senses.

More people started to fill the train station. The train would soon arrive. Simon was practically next to you. At this point, he didn’t mind being next to you and your baby. As more people surrounded the three of you, you glanced up at Simon and smiled sheepishly and mouthed ‘Sorry’ in an attempt to apologize in case she’d bumped into him. Simon saw as you wrapped your free arm tighter around your baby that was tightly wrapped against your chest.

It’s ok. You’re fine. He didn’t even know you, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you or your baby. 

He knew the train would be arriving soon so he looked up at the time and looked to see if the train would be coming soon. Staring was rude. He had manners.

Not even a moment passed after he looked away did he feel a slight tug on his arm. Suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked down again. Your little munchkin demanded attention from the behemoth of a man named Simon. You were still on the phone, looking away.

Simon smiled at the sight and sighed in relief. You little rascal. Their eyes met, for such a cute little thing, your son looked at Simon intently, studying him. Simon was wondering what he was thinking. The little hand that had such a strong grip on his fleece jacket tugged at him to come closer.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” Simon said, using his other hand to wave at your child, making him smile slightly and let out a gleeful sound.

You turned your head at the sound and laughed at the sound of your son laughing, then blushed when you realized he was pulling on Simon’s sleeve. She quickly said her good-bye on the phone and hung up, then looked up at Simon, smiling sheepishly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir-” You gently pulled on your baby’s arm to try and get him to let go of his arm.

Simon let out a small chuckle as he waited patiently, smiling at the sight, “It’s fine. He’s got a mighty grip, alright.”

You chuckled as your child started babbling at Simon, as if he could be understood, refusing to let go despite your attempt to make him unhand Simon, “Once they got you, they don’t want to let go.”

You glanced up at Simon, seeing a small smile on the man. He reached up also with his free hand and gently held the child’s wrist, “I ain’t going anywhere, you can let go of me now. I think we’re going on the same train.”

Your child finally let go but continued to try and reach out for Simon, instantly taking a liking to him. You sighed as you looked up at Simon, the train finally approaching, “I’m sorry again, sir-”

“It’s fine, really. You’ve got a cute one.” Simon smiled at you and your child, who was still mesmerized by him.

You smiled up at him in return, glancing down at your son, then back up at Simon, “Haha yeah, he is something.”

Once the train doors opened, people quickly exited the train as quickly as people entered.

“This is my train-” You looked up at him and then toward the train, then attempted to walk forward. But people rushed around them. You kept your arms around your child and Simon felt the need to stay close, this way people would actually walk around you as you and Simon stepped into the train. 

Once inside, you found a seat and sighed as you sat down. The seats filled up quickly and Simon ended up sitting opposite of you and your baby.

Smiling awkwardly at each other, you apologized again for your son grabbing onto him.

“It’s fine, really. I like his determination.” Simon looked at him as you turned slightly so Simon could see her son’s face, who smiled when he saw Simon again. “What’s his name?”

“Joseph. But I think he likes being called Joey.” You said as she caressed little Joey’s cheek as he cooed at Simon.

Simon gave her and Joey a genuine smile this time. Joseph… Tommy’s son…

“I’m Simon, what’s your name?” He looked up at her.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

heyy congrats on 350+ followers (assuming im not too late? haha) i ADORE your hcss omll they make me giggle and kick my feet at 3:00 AM (they also help me sleep at night lol). if its not too much to ask could you do hcs abt Jason Grace x gf!reader in an argument + making up?

✮⋆˙ we do not go to bed angry in this house; jason grace argument blurb

content: jason x fem! reader argument blurb warning: fighting but resolved with fluff author's note: see im not the only one who wants jason angst but this one ends happy, trust!! i love love the aesthetics for this one but the fight is weak but the child of divorce in me would rather die than write a different kind of fight, ya know???

"ha! that's a joke, right? please, you're not that stupid, jason," you hissed at the boy, slamming the door shut behind you as you guys walked into your shared apartment. you guys had thought it would be fun to go out with friends, hang out and play some pool. all good, right? yeah, it was fine, until this girl just walked up to jason, dragging him away and chatting him up for the whole night. and despite you trying to free him from her grasp, he stayed, even shooing you away at certain points. so, yeah, you were a tad bit mad. okay, you were pissed.

"y/n, i don't understand what the big deal is! we were just talking and you could see me the whole night!" jason insisted, tugging his jacket off and throwing it onto the couch with a sigh. you'd been having the same fight the whole ride home and he was just done talking about it.

"the big deal is that you allowed her to occupy your space! hell, you even wanted her around. jason, do you really not see how that looks to me?" you asked, your chest nearly heaving as you begged him to understand. jason just turned his back, his hands gripping the kitchen counter.

"i wouldn't do that," he hissed out and you squeezed your eyes shut, holding in a sigh. you knew cheating was a sore spot for him, what with his dad and all.

"that's not-"

"it is, though. why else would you care? you know i wouldn't do that, of all things."

"jason, just listen-"

"y/n, i can't when you-"

"jason, that's not fair-"

"we're done for tonight. im sleeping on the couch," jason boomed, slapping a hand against the counter. silence fell over the apartment for the first time since you entered. jason turned to look at you but you put your back to him, a clear sign that you were on the verge of crying.

"i'm sorry i raised my voice," he whispered, taking a hesitant step towards you but you just moved further away.

"go get your clothes so i can go to bed, grace," you muttered, refusing to look at him. you heard a small sigh leave jason's nose before he walked into your shared bedroom - except for, tonight, i'd be your room.

jason took up post on the couch but everything felt wrong. no matter what way he twisted and turned and fluffed his pillow and adjusted his blanket, sleep continued to allude him. he flopped onto his back and stared up at the roof, wishing he'd just heard you out. just let you explain it all and so he could understand and fix all of this. becuase he was quickly realizing the reason he was struggling to sleep was because he missed you. even the things he'd typically complain about; your breathing in his ear, the confusion of your legs tangled up with his, the way you were always freezing in bed. and he was missing it.

and then he heard the bedroom door creak open, causing him to tilt his head to see better. you, utterly exhausted, slumped out of the bedroom dragging a blanket behind you. without exchanging a single word, jason opened his arms wide and you plopped down straight into them. he held onto you tight, ensuring you wouldn't fall during the night. you snuggled into the crook of his neck, hesitantly pressing a sleepy kiss there.

"couldn't sleep," you whispered against his skin before taking a small pause, "...without you."

"same," jason murmured back, his eyes turning droopy now that he had you in his arms, "...im sorry, really. i just...i wasn't thinking about how it looked to you. you know you're the only girl ill ever have eyes for, right?"

"i do, which is why i don't understand why i get so mad. and it's not because im scared you'll...ya know. just the thought of you maybe leaving makes me sick, like maybe you'll find someone better or-"

"no. never."

"my sweet boy," you whispered and jason could feel the twitch of your lips against his neck, "let's sleep, yeah?"

"finally can with you here."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader

[dankpunks]

Love the sound — Ellie Williams

Summary: Ellie is just always too good to you.

placement/background: Late nights coming home from the tipsy bison.

Warning(s): Pre-Established relationship, praise kink, mocking, teasing, face riding, heavy touching, foul language, els!receiving, r!sub-space.

Authors note: Okay so i thought i’d do a lil something something briefly inspired by the song Nasty by Russ. Go easy on me i’m much more confident in my fluff ahah SLIGHTLY proofread.

reblog’s and feedback would be much appreciated<3

Ellie would have you pressed hard against the old front door of your shared home the creaking of the old floorboards filling the air along with the soft groans leaving your lips.

Ellie’s lips would be nipping softly at the skin of your neck as her hands slid further around your waist causing you to arch your back off the door and press your chest into hers.

You’d inhale deeply as Ellie continued her assault on your neck the cool air burning as it filled your lungs. Ellie would slide her hand from around your waist to the door knob as she twisted it open blindly her rough fingers finding your hip in a moment gripping tightly.

Ellie would press into you roughly, pushing your bodies into the warmth of the house causing you to stumble slightly on your feet. Ellie would only grip your waist tighter keeping you upright as you got your footing back you’d feel the soft rumble of her chest, a chuckle leaving her lips as they hovered over the pinkish marks that were left in her wake.

You’d huff, fingers gripping onto her arm as the other gripped her upper waist head lulling to the side and glancing over Ellie’s features. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes almost completely void of colour and glazed over. She had a small smirk on her lips as she reached up with her hands roughly gripping your chin and pulling you closer to her, your soft lips pressing onto hers in a heated kiss.

A deep whimper caught in your throat as Ellie would kick the front door closed with her heavy boot causing the frames decorating the walls to shake softly. Ellie would pull away slightly a hiss leaving her lips as she felt your cold fingers trail up her bare stomach before bumping her nose to yours softly as she reattached your lips. 

Shoving your body against the closest wall Ellie groaned deeply pressing her body weight to yours effectively trapping your hands between your chests. The auburn-haired girl dropped her hand to the back of your thigh gripping it tightly as she hiked it up onto her hip pressing her core to yours. You’d tear your lips away from hers letting out a shaky moan only causing Ellie to press harder as she left light kisses all over your heated face her fingers digging deeper into the fat of your thigh.

You’d drop your head against the wall with a thud as Ellie kissed the exposed skin of your neck. She’d dip her free hand to the button of your jeans popping them open with ease as a sign fell from your lips. You’d wiggle your hands-free from her hold raising them to push at Ellie's open jacket over her shoulders causing Ellie to pull away from your body slightly, her hands dropping from your soft body to let her coat drop to the floor your leg still hooked around her hip not wanting to lose anymore contact.

“This needs to come off. —Now.”

Her voice was low and raspy from all the stolen kisses and the burn of the alcohol she has had all night, almost rumbling from deep in her throat. She’d tug roughly on the worn wool coat you had on the cool air around you causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as Ellie ran her hands down your arms discarding the soft material behind her.

Her hands returned to your hips desperate to feel your soft skin again, letting her hands slip under your shirt her fingers digging into your skin as she huffed out a breath against your collarbone. She’d pepper kisses all over your collarbones bending her knees slightly to tug your leg further up onto her waist and rolling her hips causing her to press into your core harder. You mumble incoherently as stolen breaths fall from your lips only causing Ellie to smirk deeply into your skin leaving a deep reddish-purple mark on your collarbone as she pulled away from you all together leaving your body cold, trembling and your chest heaving.

Ellie would chew on her bottom lip as she glanced over your dishevelled appearance. Your lips puffy and raw from all the kissing, your hair sticking to your damp skin, your shirt slightly offset and raised at the hips to expose your soft tummy from Ellie’s wandering hands.

But Ellie didn’t look much different her deep green eyes almost black from pure lust, her short hair falling from the bun she once had now framed her blush-stained cheeks, her fingers almost trembling to be back on your skin, her puffy red bottom lip is tucked under her teeth as she let her eyes scan over your beautiful body.

You swear you thought you heard a low growl leave the auburn-haired girl as she flickered her eyes back up to yours grabbing onto your hand roughly enough to snap you out of your trance to walk behind her.

The muscles in her back flexed under the beaten-up tank top as she tugged you along with her, your mind was fuzzy feeling drunk on her touch as you tried not to stumble up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. Ellie’s tight grip on your hand loosened as she stopped your body in front of your neatly made bed, thanks to the freckled girl this morning.

She’d drop your hand with a mischievous look in her eyes as she gave you a light shove onto the pillowy surface, a small chuckle would leave her lips as you squealed at the sudden motion feeling your head sink into the fluffy blanket behind you.

“E-Ellie!”

You’d huff with a small giggle as you lift yourself onto your elbows, your legs dangled off the end of the bed slightly brushing against Ellie’s knees. You’d look up at the freckled girl as she held back a laugh she’d shoot you a wink before reaching for the collar of her tank top at the back of her neck tugging the shirt over her head and off her body, discarding it quickly to the floor.

You’d let your eyes travel over the scared and freckled skin of her chest and stomach your eyes lingering on the tight faded sports bra that hugged her breasts, making you want to reach over with your nimble fingers and rip it right off her pale skin.

Ellie would catch your eyes lingering on her chest tsk-ing quietly before she leaned over your frame her callused fingers pressing to your chin causing your eyes to drift up to meet hers slowly. Your cheeks would be flushed a deep red at being caught, even though you weren’t being the most subtle with your actions.

“Mm— it’s not nice to stare, baby.”

The freckled girl would smirk tilting her head slightly as she watched your cheeks get a deeper shade of red. She’d drop her hand from your chin letting them drift to your sides the icy tips of her fingers lifting your shirt the further she slips them.

Ellie would lean over you more placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tugging your shirt over your head discarding the flimsy material. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as her fingers pressed into your neck, then down your chest, her feather-light touches made the path they travelled feel like tv static.

“—but you know that… or do i have to remind you?”

She’d give your chest a small shove your breath catching in your throat as your mouth hung open slightly. Ellie would chuckle her face hovering over your stomach, she’d let her fingers trail to your outer thighs giving them a tight squeeze.

The auburn-haired girl would place light kisses over the bare skin of your stomach trailing down to your pantie line from the already open button of your jeans. She’d let the fingers on your thighs bunching up your jeans giving them a small tug to loosen the material from your thighs pulling them more roughly the second time. She’d let out a soft hum as her greedy eyes took in more and more of your exposed skin.

This wasn’t the first time she’s seen you like this but god does every time feel like the first. You’d hear a soft thud and groan as Ellie’s knees met the hardwood floor lowering herself to trail small kisses on the warm skin of your thighs, lowering herself along with your jeans pressing a couple of extra kisses to your knees as she pulled your jeans off your ankles.

You’d be chewing at your bottom lips as your eyes never left Ellie’s lifting yourself on your elbows once again to mesmerized by her actions. The freckled girl would be slightly on her knees sitting on the heels of her feet, her pale skin flushed a rosy pink as her chest rose and fell slowly closing her eyes briefly she’d inhale deeply before a small smirk rose to her lips.

She’d lean closer to you raising from her heels to press her body onto your bent legs hanging off the bed. You’d look at her eagerly sitting up more just begging her to do something to touch you, to let you touch her.

Grabbing the sides of your cheeks she’d squish lightly causing you to pucker your lips as you looked into her eyes your mind feeling fuzzy as you slouched more into her touch.

“Such a good lil’ pup, huh?”

She’d tilt her head slightly gauging your reaction her expression soft and fond of how cute you looked all dazed in front of her. She’d give your cheeks a light squeeze again gaining a small nod from you as you processed her words your hand would raise to brush at Ellie’s free hand that rested on your thigh.

Ellie would only chuckle as she let go of your cheeks but not before pecking your lips quickly. The freckled girl would carefully get to her feet as your eyes followed her movements like you had no mind of your own. You’d watch as the girl slowly unbuttoned her jeans almost torturing you as they dropped to pool at her feet with a loud thud from her buckle causing you to swallow the extra saliva collecting in your mouth at the mear image of her in front of you.

Ellie would slowly raise her bare knee resting it on the mattress at the side of your thigh before doing the same with the other now straddling your lap. She’d drop her weight onto your lap as your hands instinctively went to her hips gripping tightly.

She’d smile thoughtfully as she brushed her hands on your cheeks, smoothing your hair out of your face as she leaned in pressing her soft lips onto yours slowly pushing your body till she was hovering over you.

Ellie lingered there for a while enjoying the feeling of your lips desperately pushing against hers, small hums and whimpers escaping your mouth.

She pulled away feeling your body move towards her quickly chasing the feeling of her on you again. You’d whine quietly looking up at her with wide hazy eyes as your fingers dug into Ellie’s bare flesh.

“I know baby— shh i know.”

She’d coo pressing onto your chest to have you lay down again trailing her fingers down your sternum before scooting up higher onto your relaxed stomach.

“—I know you want to touch, pup. How about I give you a taste instead? hm, how does that sound angel? you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You’d be babbling nonsense catching small ‘please’s’ along with ‘I love yous’ between whines and groans as you wiggled under the green-eyed girl. Ellie would hiss softly as she felt your fingers dig into her pale hips which had her swatting softly at your hands before she slid her body up yours.

You’d hum as she had her covered core hovering over your mouth causing you to whine as you saw the damp patch forming on the soft white cotton. Ellie would be analyzing your features you looked so pretty like this all flustered and needy between her thighs it made her wiggle her hips slightly closer.

“Go ahead pup you’ve been so patient— you deserve a treat.”

You’d give the freckled girl a small nod snaking one hand between you to peel the damp material to the side as your other hand tugged her thigh down levelling her core to your lips.

Flatting your tongue against her slit, lapping up everything she had. You’d hum softly against her causing Ellie to shudder as she dropped her hands to your hair tugging lightly in response but her eyes not leaving your actions.

You’d let both hands grip the fat of her thighs pulling her even closer to you as if you were starved. You could feel the way Ellie relaxed moans and quiet whimpers left her lips though she tried to keep a level head chewing on her bottom lip as she slowly rolled her hips into your needy mouth.

“Good god..— look at you doing such a good job, hm.”

Her voice was deep and slow almost hypnotizing as she brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at you under her.

You’d have your lips wrapped around her clit moaning loudly against her, your mouth falling open slightly at her words your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Aw pup— let me help your fuzzy mind hm?”

Ellie would let out a chuckle as she tapped your nose bringing you back to reality slightly. As you continue to lick at her core your chest raising and falling rapidly your fingers pinching at her thighs causing Ellie to hiss but it has her hips moving faster against your mouth.

Ellie’s eyes would flutter closed, her lips slightly parted as her head dropped back. You could feel the girl's thighs slightly shake as she took full advantage of your mouth using you to reach her high.

You’d moan at the feeling of her, your thighs rubbing together at the arch between your legs. Your mind was fuzzy not able to even think just a moaning mess, the mixture of your saliva and the wetness of Ellie dripped down your chin and your jaw tightened at the constant abuse.

Ellie would grip your hair eyes falling back to yours with her brows slightly furrowed, her cheeks completely flushed and sweat lining her hairline as she focused on her high.

“Mm s’good baby keep going I’m so c-close. fuck.”

She’d drag out the last word her voice breathy as she chased her high, deep groans leaving her lips along with a string of praises leaving you squirming underneath her as she kept her steady pace.

Her hips would stutter against your mouth causing you to pull her down flush against you her thighs shaking against your cheeks as she slightly collapsed, her hands planting onto the mattress above your head, her head dropping as she watched where your lips were connected to her causing her to lose it completely. A gush of wetness dripped down your chin and into your mouth as you moaned loudly against her only causing shockwaves to go through Ellie at the sensitivity.

She’d try to pull away from the feeling, breath catching in her throat as whimpers escaped her, but you had her locked in place making sure to clean up the mess you two caused.

Ellie groaned lifting her hand to casually run through her damp hair pushing it out of her face as she looked down at you in pure adoration.

You’d loosen your hold on her thighs as you felt her start to shift lower so she was straddling your hips. Ellie would have a lazy smile on her lips as she adjusted her undies slightly before leaning into you. She’d press her lips to yours tasting herself on your lips which only caused her to let out a satisfied hum as she ran her hands down your sides.

Her lips left yours as they trailed down your neck, your collarbones, your chest then down to your stomach lingering there for a moment longer before she lifted her head peaking up at your spacey look with a smirk.

“Your turn, angel.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #tlou ellie #tlou x reader #tlou smut #wlw #smut #tlou2 smut #tlou2 x reader #*writing

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ

Warnings: villain couple, they murder children, young!william, and young!reader in the beginning(imagine him as Stu), older!reader and older!william towards the end, character death, angst, blood, spring lock scene

The 80’s

The breeze nipped at your skin, you hadn’t expected it to be so cold. William came behind you, putting a jacket on.

“You really went back to the house just for a jacket?”

He looked back at the house still in view. “It’s right there.” He grabbed your hand, slipping it into his own. You both walked down the road.

It was rare for moments like these between you to. He and you were usually stuffing children in suits at the moment, which, I guess was also pretty romantic.

You were a bit younger than him, only a few years. It raised some suspicion among people, but you were both adults, so to you, it didn’t matter.

“I want a kid.” You brought up one time, he looked at you with wide eyes.

“I… maybe.” He smiled at the thought now when he looked back on it.

You both had created Freddy’s together, along with some help from Henry, but he wasn’t important.

———-

Now

“I don’t get why you haven’t knocked it down yet.” You asked him one day, while he collected some files from his fake job counseling job. He looked up at you with a small smile.

“Guess you could say I’m sentimental.”

“Well, did you find anyone?”

He sighed “Yeah. This guy, Mike, has a little sister. He’s desperate for anything.” He stood up, and you both walked outside.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll love her.” You kissed his cheek.

“I’m sure they will.”

“You know, I find it really crazy on how we still haven’t gotten caught yet, with everything that’s happened.”

He turned his head to look at you “Don’t tell me you’re getting scared now.” He raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head. “No. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine.”

“That’s right.” He laughed quietly, as you both continued to walk down the street together.

———-

You knew something was wrong, he was taking longer than usual. Your legs bounced in the car as you tried to wait, but you couldn’t. You got out the car, shutting the door quietly.

“That’s enough! Drop the knife.” Vanessa said, holding a gun in front of him.

“Vanessa..?” You mumbled out, slipping inside.

They all turned to you now.

“I thought I told you to wait in the car.” He pointed to knife at you, his modulated voice wasn’t very pleasant to listen to.

“Mom..?”

“This isn’t about her.” He grumbled out, trying to take any attention off of you, so that you weren’t in danger as well.

“You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you they have not.” He threw the mask across the floor, and you looked at the little girl who screamed her brothers name, running up to him.

“Now, put that thing away and help me and your mom clean up the mess you created!” He shouted.

“Come on.” He chuckled, walking towards her slowly. “We both know you’re not gonna use a…”

She shot him, making him groan. Then she looked at you. She pointed it at you then, you without anything to protect you.

You slowly walked towards her as well, making her back up too. She was scared, of you both.

“You wouldn’t.” You said, william stood back and watched with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t know me. You did nothing for me.”

“I raised you. I did.. everything for you. We did everything for you. This is how you repay us?”

She pointed her gun back at William who was now walking towards you again, he put a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll take it from here.” He mumbled in your ear, you walked away. He swung at her gun, knocking it to the floor.

“You had one job. One. Keep him in the dark, and kill him if he got too close.”

“That’s two jobs.”

He started to choke her, you stared in shock at the scene.

Disrespectful. She was being disrespectful. How dare she say you did nothing for her? She deserved what would happen, now.

He looked at the little girl who was drawing a picture. You grabbed the girl before she could put it up, making her drop it to the floor. He stopped choking Vanessa, dropping her to the floor as well as you put a knife to the girls throat.

“No!” Vanessa grabbed your arm, making the knife clatter as well.

“Let go, Vanessa.”

“I won’t let you hurt her, too.”

William came up and stabbed her without her realizing, your eyes widened. He stared at her solemnly for a moment, before looking up at the girl you had accidentally let slip.

You were shocked, as you stared at the daughter you and William had created. Did she deserve it?

He ran towards the girl who was now putting her picture back up.

“Hey. Hey.” He said, standing back.

The lights crackled, and went out. You looked back at the two, standing up now.

“What have you done?” He said.

A spotlight was shown on the picture, of the yellow rabbit holding a knife, a girl beside him with one as well. A girl looking like you.

The animatronics walked towards the picture, looking at it as they all looked at you both. They started to walk towards you both.

“They can see you now. They know what you did.”

“Move. Move!” William yelled to them, shielding you behind himself. The lights blinded you both.

“Mike!” Abby ran over to him.

“Look at you. Look at the nasty things you have become. Look how small you are, how worthless you are. You are wretched, rotten, little beasts! We made you!”

The cupcake flew towards him, it ripped apart the suit and the spring locks locked in on his skin. You gasped when you realized. You fell to the floor in front of him as he let out pained breaths.

It felt like your worst nightmare was coming true.

“Will. Will.” You cried out, gripping his shoulders. Sobs filled his ears,he looked at you. “I love you. I love you.” You mumbled, desperately gripping onto the man.

“I love you.” He mumbled quietly, sounding like he was in pain. Reaching for his mask, he turned to them now.

“I always come back.”

——

Also did I seriously write this at 4 am in the morning instead of sleepin? Yeah

#william afton #william afton x reader #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #SoundCloud

[joshlmbrt]

No Doubt About It. | blue collar!s. harrington x reader

w; none just fluff :)

an; @madelynraemunson had made a posted and ALSO requested blue collar!steve hehe. i hope u enjoy this!! <333

Today seemed like it was a longer day than usual for Steve. 

Too many joke calls or, in his case, calls that weren’t jokes at all and he had to call for back-up a couple of times. 

When he had turned 24, Family Video had shut down - Keith had found another job in which he made a decision for the beloved Hawkins Family video, now the closest one was an hour away - Hopper had told Steve he could come work with him. 

Steve being the hard worker he was, had moved up. And quick. 

He had met you one night when he had taken Hopper’s word to take a day off and that he had everything under control. Eddie and Robin had dragged him to The Hideout that night, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle meeting them all there. 

You were trailing not too far behind, eyes glancing around the new place. 

Nancy had met you during a journalists meeting. She had been kind enough to motion you beside her and allow you to take a seat next to her. You both had been quick to befriend one another, switching phone numbers, and going out sometimes to get breakfast or lunch. 

It had been a couple of months since Nancy had been begging for you to come with her to a get-together that Robin hosts every two weeks - you’d finally reluctantly agreed. 

You were glad you got out of your house that night. 

Five months later, Steve was head over heels for you, you just as much (maybe a little more). 

And when Steve falls, he falls fast. There were times when he regretted falling for someone so fast and so hard because when he loves someone, he gives every bit of himself to them. But with you, he was happy that he fell in love with you. 

And saving up for a ring hasn’t been easy either. He tries, really, he does. But when he sees something else that he wants to spoil you with, he just can’t help himself. 

But now, coming home and smelling a home cooked meal and a homemade apple pie made his long and hard day's worth it. 

He slips the shoes he had worn that morning off by the door, slipping his jacket from his shoulders and making sure to hang it on the coat rack. He makes his way into the kitchen where he can hear the water running. He quietly inches his way over, arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressing to the side of your neck. 

You giggle softly, turning your head and pecking his temple before continuing to wash the mug. “How was today?” 

“A day,” He mutters, eyes drooping slightly when he inhales your scent. “A couple of kids prank called down at the station. I wanted to make sure they were okay though.” 

You smile to yourself. That's one of the reasons you’d fell so hard for Steve. He cared so much about people and he let it be known. 

“Dinner is ready. I’ll get everything set up while you wash up.” You turn after turning the water off. He nods and finally presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away from you and making his way towards the bathroom. 

You set the plates and pull out two glasses along with some white wine, pouring them. You’d decided to light a candle and dim the lights, before placing yourself at your seat, waiting patiently for Steve. 

“Oh, wow,” He chuckles, sitting in the seat next to yours. His hand reaches out and pulls your chair closer, before pulling your legs onto his lap. “All this for me?” 

“All this for you, Stevie.” You lean over, pressing a kiss next to his eye. He grins softly, grabbing the fork and digging into the pasta. 

You and Steve hadn’t moved from the table in about an hour and a half. Food gone, slices of pie eaten, and half of a wine bottle, Steve’s hand had massaged at your ankle, grinning when you’re telling him something about your job. 

In this moment, he thinks, you always look beautiful, but being this carefree - open - with him, arms moving wildly, eyes widening a fraction, your nose scrunching when you giggle about something, the strand of hair that you had kept pushing back but it only finds its way back - you eventually give up, letting it rest there - you’d never look more beautiful than now. 

And if he could go through all those heartbreaks, hardships, anything that had been thrown in his path just to find you again in a different life - he would do it a thousand times over plus more and he would never complain. 

Because it meant that he was loved. 

“And…” You pause, starting at him. Your lips purse before you give an awkward smile. “Sorry. I’m rambling, aren’t I?” 

He blinks twice before quickly shaking his head. “Oh, no! No, keep going, honey. I was just thinking.” 

You grin. You hadn’t heard his voice in a while - he had asked you about your day and that had lead to you jumping from topic to topic before finishing what you were originally saying. You lean your elbow on the table, tilting your head. 

“What about?” 

“Oh. Well,” He clears his throat. “Just… if I had to go through everything again that I've gone through just to be with you again in another life, I would.” He nods. 

You smile softly. “You would?” 

“Oh, yeah,” He nods. “No doubt about it.” 

Your hand lifts, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. You lean your forehead onto his. “Well, I’d do the same as well.” You whisper softly, nod. 

His lips quirk into a smile. “You would?” 

You hum softly, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Oh, yeah. No doubt about it.” 

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fatui!scara w/ a sleepy s/o who can’t help but miss him at night!

rises the moon ⭐️

small drabble (fluff<3)

i kinda made reader a bit whiny n clingy (like me) oopsie

Scaramouche was always busy, it came with being a harbinger. You knew it, he knew it, but it still didn’t hurt any less on nights like these.

You laid in (his) your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was hard to fall asleep without him by your side. Scaramouche was supposed to be back by now, he promised to finish his paperwork as soon as possible.

Rolling out of bed with a sigh, you grabbed one of his jackets and begrudgingly opened the bedroom door, stepping out into the chilly hallway. No matter what the season was, it felt like Snezhnaya was constantly freezing. The whole estate was quiet, as most Fatui agents had retired to their quarters from the night. Despite that, your boyfriend was still up working! So unfair!

As you made your way to Scaramouche’s office, the guards on standby outside gave you a polite nod, moving aside as you walked forward and knocked on his door.

You heard a gruff “Enter,” come from inside, turning the knob and locking eyes with Scaramouche at his desk.

“Hey.. Um. It’s pretty late, I was getting a little worried.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling insecure for bothering him with such a mundane thing.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, giving you a tired smile. “Yeah, I know. I’m just about done though. Go back to bed, I’ll be there shortly.” Scaramouche brushed you off, his attention going back to the stack of papers in front of him, ignoring you.

You weren’t blind, you knew that the amount in front of him would take him another hour or two. You huffed, pouting as you made your way over to his desk, nudging his shoulder. “But Scaraa.. I cant sleep without you. It’s not the same.. ‘m so tired, cant you finish this later?”

You walked behind his chair, draping your arms around his shoulder as you whined and continued to pester him, making him click his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re so damn needy. Fine. You want me so badly, come here.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm and forcing you to face him, dragging you onto his lap.

“Since you ‘can’t sleep without me’, just fall asleep here. It’s not the first time you’ve sat in my lap while I worked anyways..”

When you eventually dozed off, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he carefully carried you off to bed.

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"be my undercover lover." | spencer reid

summer bummer. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: bad things happened when you made friends with the enemy, so what would happen if you fucked him instead?

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criminal!female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.5k

contents: public sex, unprotected p in v, creampie

a flicker of lightning illuminated the dark alleyway as the storm continued to rage on.

a shaky breath exhaled your lungs as you took a long drag of your cigarette, the smoke providing you warmth as you leaned against the stone-cold wall. you pulled your dark hood over your eyes, watching as cars zoomed by the alley, their lights sparkling against the wet sidewalks.

raindrops cascaded down the material of your long black jacket, the cloak concealing your identity. it was extremely dangerous for you to be out in the open at this time, but you had needs that desperately needed to be attended to. you glanced at your jeweled watch, the long arm of the clock striking 2 in the morning. as if on cue, the dim lights of a car stopped right outside of the alley, followed by the sound of an individual stepping out and making his way inside.

you kept your head down, the dark figure appearing in your peripherals. he held an umbrella, warm brown hair blowing in the wind as he took slow steps toward you. you put out your cigarette, approaching him until you were mere inches apart. “h-hey… i made it.” spencer’s voice trembled, mostly from fear and chills. he was dressed in his usual suit and tie, a few stray drops of rain cascading down his jawline and trickling down his neck.

you pulled him deeper into the enclosed spot, checking to see if the coast was clear before taking off your hood, your striking eyes meeting his soft gaze. he used the umbrella to cover your head, then you smiled softly. “i didn’t think you’d make it.” he smiled nervously. “i’d never want to disappoint you, darling.”

his eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the priceless watch hiding under your sleeve and his heart sank. if word got out about a genius FBI agent hooking up with the city’s most feared and corrupt criminal, who knew what would happen to him or you? you were opposing forces, fighting against each other in a battle that had no end in sight. but you were the most good-looking delinquent he’d ever laid eyes on. you had him wrapped around your finger, just as he did with you.

as you two stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, you pushed him against the wall, placing your hands on his chest as you pulled him into a needy kiss. his eyes fluttered shut as your smooth lips moved against his in an intimate act that hadn’t been committed in far too long.

the umbrella slipped out of his grip as his hands found your waist, pulling you into his body as he sloppily kissed you on your open mouth. your hands ran through his drenched hair, his grip moving to your hips as he fondled with the leather material of your tight skirt. he groaned deeply into your mouth, making you smile into the kiss as you whispered softly. “...did you miss me, spence..?” 

he nodded, panting as he pulled away for just a second. “s-so, so much, baby. you have no idea…” you had become his worst addiction. the dark succubus who kept him awake in the depths of the night, constantly yearning for you. you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and connecting your wet lips with his again. he grabbed your ass, lifting you up and pressing you against the opposite wall. your tongues fought a silent war as both your and his arousal got nearly impossible to hide. your thumbs trailed down his chiseled jaw, frantically moving down to unbutton his dress shirt.

you pulled away for a moment, your lips swelling from the intensity of the kiss. spencer panted, starting to kiss your neck and leaving a sloppy wet trail behind him, moving down your collarbones and stopping right above the lacy rim of your blood-red camisole top. he looked up at you, brown doe eyes glazed over with lust. you wrapped your legs around his waist, never wanting to depart from him.

he spoke with his voice growing hoarse, his throbbing cock pulsating against the restricting material of his dress pants. “c-can i have you, baby..? i need you, i just need you so bad…” though you usually loved to torture him like the heartless criminal you were, you were just as needy as him at this moment, if not more.

you nodded, feeling his boner rubbing against your soaking crotch. his eyes lit up at your approval. he tore off the thin fabric of the top with his gleaming white teeth, an action so effortlessly attractive that you bit your lip to prevent any sheepish noises from coming out. he freed your tits from the clothed prison, eyes widening at your erect nipples pointed directly at him.

he took one of your tits into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your stiff peak with a low groan. you tossed your head back, feeling heat pooling in your core from the stimulation. all the talking he did made him dangerously good with his tongue, a few simple flicks of it nearly pushing you off the edge.

he rolled his hips against you, his cock nearly tearing through the fabric of his pants. you reached a hand down to hastily unbuckle his belt, letting it fall to the wet ground with a metallic clang. you unbuttoned his pants and his cock eagerly sprung out, the tip rubbing against your clothed slit and making you gasp.

you slipped your panties to the side, grabbing spencer’s shaft and using the tip to play with your needy clit. he moaned into your chest, looking up at you with a pleading gaze. you swallowed hard, slowly putting him inside of you, inch by inch at a time. you gasped as he pushed his hips upward, forcing the remaining amount inside of you.

his chest rose and fell as he felt your tight, gummy walls clenching around you with such desperation. with both hands glued to your ass, he thrusted in and out of you, loud moans slipping from your glazed lips. spencer buried his head in your chest, hiding the tears that filled his eyes from the pleasure that came with being inside you once again.

there was a large price that came with having an affair with your enemy, but moments like this made everything worth it. he lifted his head to kiss you on the lips again, feeding his moans into your mouth as he fucked you at a rapid pace, his balls slapping against the wet, gooey base of your hole. his cock had a perfect curve that helped him hit your cervix with every moment, intentional or not. 

you moaned and whimpered in his mouth, the alley filling with sounds of skin slapping together and other lewd noises. your tight hole nearly crushed him alive as it convulsed around him, his balls tightening up as a familiar sensation coursed through his veins. despite the rain, your bodies were on fire. a blaze that would remain hot forever.

“cum for me, spencer… n-need to feel you inside me…” one billion words of protest filled his mind, but nothing would feel better than filling you up with his seed. his clean, organized thrusts began to lose their composure as his moans became harder to suppress. you thanked the heavens for sending this storm, or else you two surely would’ve been caught by then.  

his eyes filled with that haze of lust as he looked you right in the eye, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he pushed you all the way down, his cock reaching your guts. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he filled you up like a sweet dessert, your hole swelling from the presence of his cum.

beads of sweat rolled down spencer’s forehead, his cheeks tinted with pink as he slowly set you back on the ground, your knees weak as you used the wall for support. “o-oh goodness, i-im so sorry. you told me to, y’know, a-and i just thou-” you interrupted his rambling with a deep kiss, your teeth hitting his for a moment as you tasted each other. 

you pulled away abruptly. “you talk too much, pretty boy.” his eyes were wide and hazy. he cleared his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head. “s-sorry…” you looked up at the sky, the storm finally starting to clear. you rolled your skirt back down, using the torn remnant of your top to cover your exposed tits.

spencer’s eyes were glued to him. you looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. he quickly caught the memo, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. you nodded, pulling your hood back up and starting to walk back out of the alley. but his voice stopped you in your tracks. “i’ll really miss you, y’know that?” you turn your head, shooting him a half-smile. “i will too. until we meet again, my love.”

with that, you left him in the dark, disappearing into the night.

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