#tells him: hey bud I love you hope you had a good day

[littledovesnow]

a growing family | part 3

a/n: i told y’all not to worry with the dramatics at the end of part 2!

word count: 2.85k

warnings: canon-level violence, pregnancy, minor medical inaccuracies, stitches.

read part one here and part two here

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"Love," Coriolanus sighed in relief, though it was short-lived as he ran his eyes over your body. "Love, you're bleeding."

You looked at your right arm, frowning when you saw the distinct red color dripping from the cut. “Oh.”

Coriolanus darted over to your side, removing the coat you wore to reveal the flesh wound. He placed his arm on your back and directed you to one of the few pieces of furniture in the bunker, having you sit.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to piece together what had happened outside.

One Peacekeeper stepped forward with a first-aid kit, and Coriolanus allowed him to examine your arm in more detail. He simply moved to your other side, letting you keep one of his hands in your own.

The mayor and Commanding Peacekeeper were in a whispered conversation, and from what you could determine it wasn’t going well.

“Hey!” Coriolanus spoke up, anger flashing in his eyes. “What the fuck happened out there? I thought you had the area off-limits.”

“We- we did. The rebels must have had inside information.” The mayor stammered, looking weary as he watched the Peacekeeper stitch your arm. “I do apologize, Mrs. Snow, it was-”

“Don’t talk to her. Talk to me. Tell me how you managed to let some- some shitheads into the square without a proper pat down or looking in their bags.” Coriolanus was furious at this point, not only was his beloved getting sewn together, this had derailed his entire tour to gain trust from the districts.

The mayor wasn’t keen on answering, and the Commanding Peacekeeper looked like he was about to burst into tears, leaving one of the smaller, probably new Peacekeepers spoke up.

“I saw who I think placed the bomb. Looked like one of your assistants.” The man nodded to the mayor, who felt all the color drain from his face.

Coriolanus’ gaze shot to the mayor. “How convenient. Your assistant would know just when and where my wife and I would be.”

You winced as the Peacekeeper stitching you up pulled on the final suture, covering the short line in some gauze.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” The man apologized softly, tossing the used supplies into a small orange bin in the corner of the bunker.

“It’s alright. Thank you for the help.” You smiled, letting a sigh of relief when you felt a distinct kick in your rib. “The babies thank you, as well.”

Coriolanus swiftly turned around and took your hand, helping you up. “We’ll be leaving shortly, love.”

You didn’t give a glance in the direction of the mayor, who was now in the grasp of two Peacekeepers, tears streaming down his face as he knew what fate awaited him.

“I hope Clementine is okay,” you frowned, hoping all the children from the school were safe with their parents.

“I’m sure she is.” Coriolanus made a mental note to send a personal thank-you to the family of the young girl, with a promise to help them whenever needed.

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Back on the train, you watched as your OB/GYN wiped the ultrasound gel off of the wand and your bump, wanting to give you a quick examination following the day’s events.

“Are they all good?” You asked, thanking your husband as he passed you another towel.

Nodding, the OB/GYN placed the wand back in the holster on the side of the machine. “Both fetuses are doing splendid. Though, I do hope you keep the stressful situations to a minimum from now on. We want to minimize risks, as this is a rather high-risk pregnancy.”

You nodded, wanting nothing but the best outcome for you and your budding family.

Coriolanus thanked her, watching her disappear into another car.

Once you two were alone, he rose from his position next to you. “I don’t think you should continue on the tour with me. Too many risks.”

Rolling your eyes, you heaved yourself off of the couch to follow him, much to his disdain. “Coryo, I’m not made of glass. I could just as easily slip back at the apartment. I think I’m safest when I’m with you.”

Coriolanus couldn’t argue with that, and as much as he preferred you safe back in the Capitol with your friends and his cousin, he knew you would be happier with him. “Just, please try and keep yourself away from any danger. I’m increasing Peacekeepers in the rest of the Districts, and they’ll do a personal sweep of the squares before we get there.”

You hummed, soft smile coming to your face as you and Coriolanus looked out along the plains as they sped by, setting sun casting a beautiful golden light on everything. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

You took Coriolanus’ hands and moved them to your lower back, thumbs just over your hip bones. “Can you massage my back?”

Laughing, Coriolanus began to knead the ever-present knots near your kidneys, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “You only keep me around for my hands, I swear.”

“Well, they are pretty useful.”

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The following handful of districts were rather uneventful, the only real issues were women who wanted to give you unsolicited advice on pregnancy and motherhood.

Coriolanus had to bite his tongue each time someone said what an honor it was to be pregnant, how horrible childbirth felt, or the post-partum depression and how to avoid it.

They were all topics you two had discussed at length, having plans and even back-up plans for various outcomes. You two were well-prepared for how young you two were.

Currently, you were looking at your reflection in the mirror, silk robe covering your undergarments and most of your bump. You looked at the two dresses behind you through the mirror’s reflection, unsure of what one to wear.

The dress you were leaning towards was a beautiful dark brown, to pay homage to the forestry the district was known for. The only downside was you were unsure if you could fit into it, bump seeming to have doubled in size over the last few days.

“Oh, I can’t wait to be able to fit into my old clothing. You two are causing havoc with my wardrobe.” You whispered, not wanting to wake your husband, who was catching up on some much-needed rest.

As quietly as you could manage, you left the private car you and Coriolanus had been sleeping in, moving to a more communal car, one with phones.

You sat yourself down, dialing Tigris’ number and watching the trees grow nearer.

“Hello?” Tigris’ voice sounded muffled, and you cursed under your breath.

“Tigris, I’m so sorry. I forgot about the time difference!”

“Don’t worry, I was just about to get up anyway!” Tigris replied, a lie, but she knew better than to cause you more worry. “How is the tour? Coriolanus lock you in the train yet?”

Laughing, you twirled a piece of your hair as you spoke to her. “No, no, but I’m sure he wants to. I just think I’d go stir-crazy faster than anything if he did that. I was actually calling to see if you can help me plan something for our return to the Capitol, since it will be close to Coryo’s birthday.”

“I don’t think he’s going to want to do anything other than make sure you’re okay. Isn’t your due date not too long after coming back?”

Sighing, you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back, looking up and smiling when you saw the sleep still present in Coriolanus’ eyes. “Yes, but we can still do something. Listen, Ti, I gotta go. I promise I’ll call you in a few days!”

Tigris bid goodbye to you, and you placed the phone back on the receiver and watched Coriolanus pour himself a mug of coffee.

“I can’t wait to drink coffee again.” You yearned for the caffeinated beverage, mouth watering as the aroma reached your nose.

Coriolanus chuckled, taking a seat next to you. “I’ll make a buffet for you full of the foods you can’t have now. What shall we put on it, hm?”

You snorted, leaning your head on Coriolanus’ shoulder. “I’ll make a list.”

Your husband hummed in response, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side. “What are you thinking about? I can smell the smoke coming out of your ears.”

Smacking his chest, you looked at the rising sun. “Do you think we’ll be able to finish the tour before I go into labor? A lot of mothers of multiples don’t make it to full-term.”

Coriolanus was silent, the thought had been bouncing around in his mind since you two found out the tour had to be delayed until now. He wanted nothing more than to be back in the Capitol by the time his children wanted to make their debut, having completed the tour to its entirety, but he also knew the odds of not finishing the tour before you became parents.

“I think we’ll get as far as we can. I can always return once you’re discharged and home happy and healthy.”

You sighed, looking up at him. “Are you scared to become a father?”

Coriolanus looked down, meeting your gaze. “I think deep down, I’m always going to be scared of the unknown. But I also know that we’ve watched your sister’s children dozens of times growing up, and they’re still here. I think we’ll both be at wit’s end, but it’ll all be worth it.”

Somehow, he always knew what to say to calm your nerves, even if he didn’t realize it.

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You were more than ready to have your body back as your own, as the unusual sweltering heat in last few districts you and Coriolanus were going to visit was getting the best of you. You were all in District Nine for a few days, letting some weather pass before moving on to the next district.

Coriolanus had been keeping an eye on you like a hawk ever since you had experienced false labor pains the other day. He nearly blew a blood vessel when you froze mid-walk in the peaceful fields outside of train station.

It was as if he knew you were thinking of him, Coriolanus walked into the car with a worried look your way. “How are you feeling, love?”

“Tired. Swollen. The usual.” You mumbled, leaning back when Coriolanus began massaging your shoulders. “What time are we supposed to head to the mayor’s place?”

“Well, I’m going to be meeting him in about an hour. You, however, should rest. I can see the bags under your eyes, dove, you can’t keep pushing yourself. It’s not healthy.”

Shaking your head, you craned your neck to peer up at Coriolanus, who was looking out the train’s window. “Coryo, I could sleep for an eternity right now and still be tired. I’ll be fine, if I need to sit or leave, I will. I know my limits.”

Frowning, Coriolanus turned his head to look down at you, sigh escaping his lips. “I just,” he moved to sit next to you, hand going to your bump. “I worry about you, you know. I don’t want anything to happen.”

You could see the turmoil going on in his head, thinking of his late mother and sister. You knew he wanted to avoid history repeating itself as much as he could, wanting to make sure his children saw the light of day.

“How about this, we tour the District’s town square together, and then while you make your speech and all that, I’ll have a couple Peacekeepers escort me to the train.”

Coriolanus mused over the idea for a few moments, hand absentmindedly rubbing circles as he felt a few kicks from one of the twins. “Fine.”

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You walked alongside Coriolanus, looking at the buildings as the mayor talked about how he wants to update some of the more important ones. “The schools, the hospital. Our supplies, buildings, they’re in need of some updates. We hope, once you’re elected, you’ll be able to help us with increasing our profits with grain, so we can work on updating the most-needed areas.”

Coriolanus squinted his eyes as he looked at the decrepit-looking hospital, thankful you wouldn’t have to give birth in one of the districts, but back in the Capitol with proper medical equipment and medications.

Thinking the same, you instinctively wrapped a protective hand around your belly, wanting to protect the babies from whatever you could.

“Now, it’s not something we had planned, but would you two like to tour the hospital? I know it’s probably not what you see in the Captiol, but we do need some updates inside.”

Shaking his head, Coriolanus moved to wrap an arm around you. “We don’t have the time for it.”

“Oh, well, perhaps another time, then.” The mayor mumbled, finishing the tour near where Coriolanus would be making his speech.

Thanking your earlier self, you looked up at Coriolanus with tired eyes, letting out a small yawn. “I’ll see you back on the train, Coryo.”

Frown deepening, the mayor looked between the two of you. “Won’t you be staying to hear your husband’s speech, Mrs. Snow?”

“No, unfortunately.”

Coriolanus pressed a quick kiss to your lips and then one to your forehead, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Knock ‘em dead.” You smiled, following the Peacekeepers back to the train station.

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“Alright, Mrs. Snow. Are you ready for your last examination on a train?”

You laughed at the comment, and your OB/GYN squirted the ultrasound gel onto what felt like Panem’s next district. “So ready, I can’t wait to be back in the Capitol.”

Coriolanus watched in wonder as the screen lit up with the ultrasound, still in awe over the fact that he was so close to becoming a father. “Are you sure she’ll be back in the Capitol before she goes into labor?”

The doctor fiddled with the wand for a moment before looking at the man. “I can’t say with certainty, but your wife still does have four weeks before most twins are born. You’re due back in the Capitol in eight days, plenty of time.”

You watched as her facial expression grew more serious, causing your heart rate to speed. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, it looks like the fetuses are getting into position for birth, but Fetus A isn’t allowing their sibling to get proper position.”

“What does that mean?” Coriolanus asked, squeezing your hand.

Looking at you and Coriolanus, the doctor took a few measurements before wiping the gel. “They’re in a breech position. Now, they can move back into a normal birthing position before you’re due, but if they don’t, we will need to go a C-section.”

Frowning, you pulled the shirt you were wearing over your stomach, sitting up with Coriolanus’ help. “Is it safe for them to be that way?”

Nodding, the OB/GYN turned off the computer. “For a little while longer, it’s fine. I want you to call me if anything feels different or if there’s less movement than normal. Now, you’ll start to feel dizzy more frequently, so you need to be sure to hydrate plenty and rest.”

She sent a look towards Coriolanus. “I wish you the best of luck with the rest of the tour, you have my vote, Coriolanus.”

Thanking her, Coriolanus chewed on his lip as he helped you off the makeshift exam table and out of the medical car, back to your private one.

“I really don’t want to have surgery, Coryo.” You mumbled, tears welling in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you, calming you. “You heard her, there’s still time for them to move back into the right position. I’m sure they will, they want to give their mother a good birth experience.”

You let out a watery chuckle, pressing your cheek into Coriolanus’ chest. “Are you nervous to be heading back to 12?”

Knowing the change of subject was more to calm your nerves than anything, Coriolanus didn’t reprimand you for bringing up the subject.

You had only asked about his time as a Peacekeeper a few times since that summer, and once was to ask why Sejanus hadn’t come back on the train with him. You still had no idea about the cabin, the lake, his last moments with Lucy Gray before returning to the Captiol, to you.

Shaking his head, Coriolanus was brought back to the present when he felt a sharp kick to his side. “That was a strong one, huh?”

You snorted, but looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“I’m not nervous, no. It’s been years since I was there, I’m sure most of the guys there don’t even remember someone who was with them for only a few months.”

Letting the half-answer slide, you and Coriolanus swayed softly as the train moved from District Nine to Ten, both soaking up the silence and peace as your last weeks as a family of two.

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a/n: i'm thinking there will be one more part, posted either later this week/early next week.

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[melancholyhigh]

pls more dbf! Leon I can’t get enough of this man omfhhdhd

who has the choice like smarty does?

ft. dbf!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. you decide to bake a cake for your dad which leads to leon telling you what his favourite flavour is.

content. 1.8k words. fluff, smut. age gap, domesticity, baking, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, protected p in v, kitchen sex.

note. i hope you guys enjoy this one. i just want to be old man leon's pretty wife <33

masterlist. part one. part two. part three. i love feedback & requests :))

Since your dad left for his mission, you often found yourself in Leon’s apartment, bringing you a sense of solace which you lacked. 

The past few days, waking up to him felt like a dream. Your eyes flutter open, only to be met with tired eyes and a sweet smile. 

It’s a crime to look that good in the morning, you thought.

Leon had thought it’d be nice to let you stay at his place for a while. He was constantly at your home, and it would’ve been a nice change of pace. He tried to disguise it as him being concerned for your anxieties about your father’s health and not a means to see you around more often in his apartment. 

In all honesty, his apartment initially did not look used. It looked similar to when he first moved in, and nothing had changed that much. Since staying with him, his miserable apartment (and life) felt alive. 

“Good morning, Lee,” you mumbled drowsily, snuggling into his bare chest, your arms enclosing his waist. 

“Good mornin’, sweetheart.” Damn, his morning voice was sexy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. Recently, most mornings consist of the both of you lying on his bed in each other's arms, eyes shut, putting off the day’s responsibilities.

The moment is cut short by the ring of your phone, and you groan loudly. The tune of your phone’s ringtone still plays as you contemplate answering it. 

You did not want to deal with your friends right now. After finding out about Leon after he accidentally answered the phone while giving it to you, they relentlessly teased you for it.

Leon stretches his arm out to the bedside table to retrieve your phone. 

“It’s your dad,” Leon mentions, and you quickly sit upright, taking the phone from his hold and answering it.  

You observe as Leon kisses your cheek before leaving his room, giving you the privacy to talk with your dad. 

“Hey, sleepyhead, doing alright?” Your dad greets you, his words breaking up due to the poor connection.

“I’m fine, Dad. Are you okay? Your mission took longer than normal,” you asked, voice shaky.

You wanted to burst into tears. Your dad said it was supposed to be a regular mission, but it lasted almost two weeks. Usually, it takes about a week, and he calls you halfway through even though it’s not allowed. 

You hear a rustling noise, then a deep sigh, “there was a mix-up. I did more work than planned, but I’m fine now, not badly injured or anything– just tired.”

You let out a breath of relief. “When will you get back home?”

“Uhh… tomorrow for sure. I’ve got to get some results back, and then I’m free as a bird. Everything good with you, though, hun? Leon’s been treating ya good?”

“Leon? Yeah! He’s the sweetest. I'm glad you met him.” There’s a smile on your lips as you answer his question. You were honest with every word you said. Leon had become your recent source of comfort.

“That’s good. Leon’s a great guy. I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t like him,” your dad jested. You hear a voice in the background call out your dad’s name. 

“Oh shit– Bye, honey. See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye, Dad,” you respond before hanging up.

Stumbling out of bed, the conversation with your father makes you question a few things as you head to the kitchen.

How would your dad react to your not-so-platonic relationship with Leon? Your dad did enjoy Leon’s presence. After all, Leon was his best bud, but would he approve of your relationship? Your father was always calm — albeit a bit unpredictable at times — so you don’t think he’d be infuriated. Not to mention Leon highly respected him and his craft. 

I mean, he said it himself, Leon is a great guy. He’s undoubtedly caring towards you.

Leon spots you as you enter the room. He can’t help but think you look so cute in the morning, wearing nothing but his oversized black t-shirt and plain white panties, which seems to be your go-to outfit lately. You’re wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you make your way over to him. 

“G’morning, baby. Is your dad okay?” Leon asks, handing you a mug of coffee prepared how you like it. 

“Mhm, he’s fine. Old man doesn’t know when to take a break,” you replied, taking a sip from the mug. “He’s gonna back by tomorrow, by the way.” 

Leon exhales, “That’s great. I was worried. Your dad is usually quick when it comes to his work. I guess his old age is finally catching up to him.”

–-

You decided to be the sweetest daughter in the world and bake a cake for your father’s inconvenience. Usually, you’re at classes when he’s on his work trips, unable to welcome him the way you used to when you were younger. 

You learnt at a way too young of age about your father’s job, remembering as a kid waiting for him to come home. That often left you to think of ways to surprise him when he gets back, which leads to you and your aunt baking a cake using premade cake mix. 

This time it’s special because it’ll be a homemade cake! 

You were shocked that Leon even had the ingredients in his pantry to make one.

The cake was in the oven as you prepared some icing you stole from someone’s cooking blog. Your dad was a simple man with a simple taste opting for a classic vanilla because chocolate was too sweet for him.

“Hey, Lee, what’s your favourite cake flavour? Maybe I can make it for you sometime .” You pondered aloud. 

Leon glances at you from his sudoku puzzle on his morning papers. You looked enticing in his apron, a cheesy quote plastered on the front, covered in flour — similar to the shirt he was wearing now.

It had him thinking. Coming home from work to his sweet girl baking him his favourite treat would be enough to make a grown man blush. Maybe it’d be the other way around, you coming home from classes or work as he prepares your favourite meal for you to unwind. 

Either way, it had his cock throbbing within the confinements of his pants. 

He gets up from the dining table, walking to your area at the kitchen counter. He looms behind you as he wraps his strong arms under your (his) graphic tee, resting his chin on your shoulder, the stubble on his face tickling your neck. His touch makes the hair on your skin rise.

“You’re my favourite flavour, sweetheart.” God, he was fucking cheesy. 

He’s sloppily kissing the fading marks along your shoulder blade, and you immediately stop what you’re doing, swallowing deeply at his actions.

“Leon..” you gasp softly. His nose presses up to the column of your throat.

“Let me eat you out, pretty girl,” he pleads. His hands are now gripping your hips when you turn around to face him. Leon kisses your lips softly, tilting his head as he groans into the kiss. You loved how vocal he gets with you. Each sound he made makes your cunt pulse with want. 

His palms are under your thighs as he helps you onto the cool marble countertops. Pulling away from your lips, he spreads your thighs apart. The cloth of the apron and shirt bunches up, revealing your pretty panties, soaked through. Leon moans at the sight. 

Gripping your thighs in his strong hands, he leans down, kissing the hickeys trailing up your thigh before his tongue pushes up against your pussy, the fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit.

You whimper as he laps at your drenched panties. You use your palms as support on the counter behind you, subtly rutting your hips to his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you gasp when he pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. Your ass is halfway off the counter as he draws you near his face, admiring your cunt leaking with your arousal.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, spreading your lips apart and kissing the sensitive bud, sending electricity through your body. You don’t know whether you find it endearing or obnoxious as he talks to your pussy. He’s such a dork. 

His tongue flattens against your cunt, intently lapping at you as you breathe heavily. You taste so fucking good, he thinks. Nose bumping your clit as he ravages your poor cunt.

His tongue delves into your hole, moving in and out. One of your hands moves to his dark locks tugging on it, a silent plead. He whines into your pussy, reverberating throughout your body, leaving you needy.

Leon palms his cock through his pants. He’s unbelievably hard as his lips move to your clit, sucking on the bud roughly, adoring each sound that falls from your lips, letting out his own groans and moans into your cunt. He could do this for hours. 

“‘M cumming, Leon,” you cry, your thighs clamping around his head as you climax. 

If you suffocated him to death, at least he died doing the thing he loved. 

Lifting from your thighs, he licks his lips, peering at you. His hair is dishevelled as he runs his hand through it attempting to fix it. 

He nudges his bulge to your dripping cunt. He got so hard from just eating you out. 

Your hands rush to help him rid himself of his pants and briefs. He moves to get a condom from his pocket, swiftly ripping the packaging and slipping it on his aching cock.

He runs the head along your folds, nudging it against your abused clit. You wrap your arms around Leon’s shoulders, moving your lips against his as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Your gummy walls clench around him while you whimper softly into the kiss. He fills you up perfectly with his thick length.

Your legs encircle his taut waist as he thrusts slowly into your pussy. The tip of his cock curving perfectly, hitting the spot that makes you dizzy. Leon picks up his pace, and the rhythm of his hips ends up sloppy. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s squeezing me tight, pretty girl,” he huffs, messily fucking you. You grip this bicep for support, nails digging into the flesh. 

“Wanted to fuck you here since the first time you walked into my place.” He groans, his calloused palm squeezing your tits through your shirt and apron. “Planned to fuck you on every surface.”

“Leon…” you whine, your cunt spasming around his fat cock as he repeatedly grinds into you.

“That’s it, baby. Cum f’me.”

He spills into the condom with a loud groan. Your head falls into the crook of his neck as you try to even out your breathing, and you think you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with him.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #vendetta leon #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil vendetta #smut #reader insert #re4 smut #re4 #✩‧₊˚ fics

[niceboyeds]

rough day (e.m)

eddie x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

contains: language, unprotected PIV, slight cockwarming, lmk if i missed something!

a/n: y’all voted, and wanted smut, so here you go little freaks. i hope you enjoy!

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it had been a long day. hell, even that was putting it lightly. it was the worst day at work you could have possibly had and yet you hadn’t taken it out on a single customer, coworker, or even the concrete wall in the back alleyway.

you trudged through the door into the beloved Munson Family’s trailer, a place you felt like you were able to relax and be greeted with endless love and support.

today however, you had no room to receive love or support. you instead just wanted to crawl into bed and wither away. you wanted to physically be unable to tell the difference between your body and the mattress.

Eddie sits in the living room on the sofa and instantly lights up at the sight of seeing you. he stands to greet you with a hug but once locking his eyes with yours his smile fades and his walk slows.

“hey baby… bad day?” he treads carefully. surely scared to receive the brunt of your harbored anger.

“yeah. like literally the worst ever.” you sigh, the feeling overwhelming as hot tears prick your eyes.

after slipping off your shoes, you pad to the bedroom and start stripping your work uniform off your body and finally feeling some sort of relief.

Eddie follows you around at a distance, still nervous to see what you take out your aggression on and comfort you where needed.

you sit yourself cross-legged and naked on the bedroom floor, opening the bottom drawer of Eddie’s dresser where he keeps a decent stack of semi-clean tshirts for you to wear. you pull the top shirt out and glide it over your head and arms, engulfing you in his scent.

it takes everything in you to just stand from the floor and crawl onto the bed, letting your body hit the mattress as you lay flat on your back. you hold your arms up and move your fingers in a motion that implies you want Eddie to join you on the bed.

“whatcha need hun?” he asks softly, laying next you while combing though your hair with his fingers.

“you, please. i need you to fuck me until i forget the world exists.” you turn your head, locking eyes with his.

“okay baby, i got you.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you as he begins grinding his growing erection against your thigh.

you don’t leave room for much foreplay, craving him inside of you. you strip him of his clothes and pull him on top of your body.

seeing your eagerness, he doesn’t even try to finger you first, which unsurprisingly you didn’t even need. he just shoves his cock into your weeping and needy hole.

“oh fuck! yes baby, harder please!” you cry out, gripping onto his back by the shoulder blades, pulling him down to be closer to you.

he pounds into you, grunting and whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“there you go baby, being so good. look at you, taking all of me so perfectly.” he coos, his lips lingering on your ear.

as soon as you begin clenching around his cock he knows you’re close. you feel him pulsating against your walls as he moves one hand down to play with your clit. he swirls the small bud around in between his pointer finger and thumb, making you jerk up in reaction, his cock hitting you just right at your movement.

“fucking hell, Eds! i’m so close. don’t stop, please don’t sto—” unable to even finish your sentence, you feel him shuttering as his white and sticky cum spills inside of you. that alone is enough to bring you to your orgasm.

you lay on the bed, feeling his cock still twitching inside of you as your body becomes less tense. you feel like a puddle, just melting into the mattress with Eddie laying on top of you.

after a moment, he shifts, beginning to pull out of you but you’re quick to stop him.

“wait! no, please don’t. just… just wait a little longer? i need to feel you close to me.” you squeak out, not feeling an ounce of anger like you had earlier in the evening.

you felt comfortable, safe, and content with the current situation you were in. the rough day you had gone through seemed to have been whisked away by the presence of Eddie. though the orgasm he gave you certainly was a key factor as well.

“don’t worry baby, i’m not going anywhere.” his words are soft, bringing more comfort to you as you continue holding him in a tight hug.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie blurb #eddie smut #eddie munson fic

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Being my Uncle John.

Every year, On the 1st day of the six month, 2 males in Jacks family switch bodies for a month. Unfortunate for Jack, he is a male. But fortunate enough for him, he has never been switched, but this year would be different.

1 day before.

“Aw cmon bud its not that bad.” “You have never been switched before anyways.” said my Dad. “I know but what if this year is different?” I said. “Like I said, Its not that bad.” “Unless your luck runs out and you get switched for many years in a row like your Uncle mark.” “But that’ll never happen ha.” said my dad with a unsure tone. “Yeah I guess your right.” “How have you switched with before dad?” I said. “Oh I switched many times haha, With your uncle Mark, your uncle Tom, and even your grandpa Joe! hahaha.” “But for some reason your uncle John has never switched, lucky son of a bastard.” Im really hoping I don’t get switced but something inside of me wants me too. Just the thought of being a real man, just feels so right. Now its time to go to Bed and wake up as myself or even one of my uncles, I really hope I switch with one of my Uncles it just feels right.

The next day,

As I woke up, I knew something wasn’t right, it felt like my cock and everything else has doubled in size, I mean WOW, this cock is really huge! I mean i like girls and all but im way more attracted to men. I stood up on the side of the bed and just admired the manly body im in, as i looked closer I realized im in the body of my uncle John, which has also never been switched.

I was having fun being in this big body, but then I realized im gonna have to be John, he has a life, job, and even husband! good thing his husband is on a business trip and gets back on the day we switch back. I decided to call my “nephew”. “Yo how ya doing bud?” I said with a grin. “Im doing great Uncle John!” “How do you like being a man?” said Uncle John. “Amazing, how do you like being a teenager again?” I said. “Ha you are exactly how I was when I was a teenager.” Uncle John said. “Ok now lets get serious, how do I become you?” I said. “Ok first thing off, I have a job at the gym as a trainer, they should know what to do just hype them up.” “My husband is on a business trip so he shouldn’t be a problem, pretty easy right?” Uncle John said. “Yeah not so bad after all.” I then tell Uncle John how to pass as me and we eventually hang up. I now got dressed and jerked off before I headed to the Gym. It was amazing how much this body can come and how big my balls are now.

At the Gym I got greeted by some muscular men, which I tried to hide my boner from. Turns out I was pretty good as a trainer, It was like I’ve been doing this my whole life! After my shift, I decided to go take a sneak peek at the locker room, I mean just a peak right? Then I saw a guy with his package out and couldn’t help get cum a little. I mean, if John didn’t have a husband I would totally help him out. I then headed home and took a hot warm bath and played with my cock. I then went to bed. It’s pretty fun being uncle John I wish I could be him forever.

The next day,

Its now the next day and I woke up with a huge morning wood. It was the weekend which means I didn’t have to go to work and had the whole day to myself! But then I got a call from my husband, “Hey John, im coming back early in the afternoon can we have some.. alone time?” said my husband Joseph. “Of course my love, anything for you.” I said. “How is your families swap going? Do you know who switched?” Joseph said. “Uh no actually.” I said. “Okay well get ready for when I come back!” “definitely” I said then hanged up. I know how bad it seems lying but I just wanna feel how this body would be during sex.

In the afternoon,

As I was getting ready for uncle Johns husband to come back I got a call from uncle John, “Hey “Uncle John” is Joseph coming from home from his trip early?” Said Uncle john. “No he hasn’t called me or anything why?” I said lying. “Just wondering, If he is, please don’t do anything with him please.” Uncle John said. “Gotcha nephew.” I said and then hanged up. I felt bad lying to Uncle John but I just wanna experience getting fucked in this big manly body. An hour later Joseph knocked on the door and greeted me. “Hey babe, I’ve missed you and your big manly ass.” Joseph said. “I missed you too and that big monster.” I said. I knew it was wrong what I was doing but it was natural for some reason. Joseph then proceeds to take of his shoes and puts his feet on the coffee table. “Babe you know what to do.”Joseph said in a stern voice. “Oh yes master.” I said obeying his orders. I get down on my knees and lick his big manly feet.

He then proceeded to Unbuckle his pants.

“Now suck my cock boy.” “Yes sir.” I started sucking my “husbands” cock and loved the feeling. I loved being commanded by a big man and obeying him, I could do this forever.

“Now roll over and let me fuck your ass.” He then fucked my ass and I could feel the hot cum. “Good boy, Now continue to lick my feet and my armpits.”

We continued for about 18 minutes, I really did love him and could live happily with him forever. If only I could stay in this body forever. Joseph then left the store and Uncle John called me. “Hey uncle the switch is almost over, and be honest, did you jerk off or have sex in my body its important beca-” “I jerked off in your body and had sex with your husband im sorry I didn’t mean to.” I said regretting everything I have done. “YOU DID WHAT. NOW WE CANT SWITCH BACK.” Said my nephew angrily. But then I realized that this means my “uncle” is now my nephew, so I had more authority over him and he should obey me. “I don’t know who your talking to young man, but that is not a way to talk to your uncle John.” “The closest thing you get to this body is me fucking your teenager ass.” I said with a stern voice. I then hanged up and jerked off to the fact that im now John. I admired every inch of my body until Joseph came back. When he comes back im not gonna be the servant, Im gonna fuck his ass and command him to suck my dick.

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[eepywriters]

.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

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[jennay]

Last Night

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You leaned against your kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window, watching as the leaves continued to fall from each branch on this peaceful autumn morning. You sipped your coffee, letting the liquid warm your chest and stomach.

You landed in Oregon three years ago and were just now becoming accustomed to the weird weather changes. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the California sun but had to go; you couldn't stay there. No matter how often you tell yourself you can move to a different part of the state, your heart will never be happy knowing your past is that close.

Reflecting on things, they seemed like a mixed bag of sweet and sour. It's all about the could-haves and the lessons you learn the hard way, with a bunch of 'what ifs' buzzing in your head.

You remember being on your grandma's porch, flipping through those old photo albums. Those moments are frozen in time, safe behind that shiny plastic. Every time you look at those pictures, you get this pang of nostalgia, wishing you could return to those carefree, pure days. It's like this little ache in your heart that knows you can't rewind the clock; you could never go back.

"You know, you can't go back and change the past, but you've got the pen when it comes to your future. Take what you've learned, keep moving forward, and make the best of right now—that's fine," she told you. "You've got this; you're a smart cookie."

You exhale heavily, setting down your coffee mug with a clink. There's this hollow feeling in your gut, and man, you wish she was here to talk to. You could use a dose of her wisdom right about now. Life's not bad, honestly. You have a decent job and a cool apartment you share with your best bud. It's not like you've got significant stuff to gripe about. But there's this gap, you know? And deep down, you know it's about love. You've built these walls so high that no one's getting over them to hurt you again. No way.

So you've been playing the field, treating hearts like they're just another game. But it's not just a game anymore, is it? It started as a laugh, something you thought you could switch off whenever. But time's a sneaky thief; before you know it, you're looking at someone pretty damaged in the mirror.

And these games?

They've turned into habits, the kind of habits you don't shake off, the kind that people go to therapy for...the kind that your grandma warned you about.

The sound of vibration on the counter drags you from your thoughts, and you glance to the side, seeing your phone light up with Jolly's face plastered on the screen and the name Jolly Green Giant above it. You let out a small laugh every time he calls. The picture...the name. It's suitable for him.

You press the phone to your ear and tap the answer button, a reflexive smile spreading across your face. "Hey there, sunshine!" you greet with genuine warmth.

"Wow, you picked up!" Jolly's voice comes through, his accent coloring every word like an artist's brush on canvas.

"Caught me at a good time," you reply, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your mind's eye paints a vivid picture of Jolly's familiar expressions. What's going on?" you inquire, keeping the tone light.

He takes a slight pause, the kind that signals something's coming. "So, we're here, in town, for that show tomorrow, remember? The one I've been talking about?" He sounds hopeful, as if willing to remember.

A nod, though he can't see it, and a whispered curse. "Shit. It slipped my mind."

He laughs, the sound teasing yet affectionate. "I should've bet on it, but hey, how about we make up for it? I'm free in an hour—how about you?"

A chuckle escapes you, the situation all too familiar. "Let me guess, time for our annual 'what's new and crazy' session?" You play along. "Just downed a coffee, but when have I ever said no to more caffeine?"

His laughter rings clear, a sound that's always been a prelude to good times. "Thought you'd say that. But let's switch it up and grab some lunch. I'm starving, and I bet you skipped breakfast again, didn't you?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I'm ready for lunch. Send me the address of where you want to meet."

"See you soon."

Your smile widens as you approach the restaurant, and you spot Jolly through the glass. He's engrossed in the menu, a picture of patience as he waits for you.

Anticipation bubbles within you, mixed with a flutter of nerves. You know it will be like old times, and he'll have many stories to tell you, but there won't be an awkward moment.

Pushing open the door, you walk over to the booth, his back to you. Stealthily, you slide up beside him, hovering until his gaze locks yours. His smile bursts, a warmth flooding his body—part of him had the sneaky suspicion you might duck out, but here you are.

He shuffles to make space, a silent invitation to join him. Then, in a move as natural as breathing, he pulls you into a bear hug, his head cradled against yours. "You made it!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Your laughter combines with his, and the embrace feels warm and safe. "You thought I'd miss this? Not for the world," you assure him, the ease of your friendship wrapping around you like the coziest blanket. "You look amazing." As you pull away and observe him, you say, "How do you never age?"

He shrugs you off and slides a menu in front of you.

"I think you're blind."

You laugh giggling as you order your food. You stand up. "I need to pee."

"Thank you for that." Jolly teases.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you leave the bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the floor. The bathroom was supposed to be a brief escape from the diner's noise, a momentary pause from the laughter and clinking dishes.

But now, as you walk back to your seat, your heart clenches. He is bathed in the cold blue light of his phone screen, his face illuminated by a FaceTime call.

And then, the voice on the other end of the line—a voice you recognize all too well—cuts through.

His laughter dances in the air, a cruel melody that grates against your raw nerves.

"Who are you with?" The words hang in the air like a blade, slicing through the fragile bubble of denial you've carefully constructed.

You sit down, and your legs are suddenly weak.

Jolly turns the phone toward you, and there it is—the face you've been avoiding, the face that haunts your dreams. Noah. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now hold a storm of emotions: regret, longing, and something darker, something you can't quite name.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears. Why does it hurt so much? You thought you'd moved on, stitched up the wounds he left behind. But seeing him again, hearing his voice—it's as if the scars have split open, bleeding again.

"Fuck," you whisper, the word a prayer and a curse.

Jolly's oblivious, still laughing, unaware of the raging within you. You tear your gaze away from the screen, focusing on the flickering candle at your table.

You won't let this unravel you, not today. Not when you've worked so hard to rebuild the fragile scaffolding of your heart.

You stand up, pushing your chair in with a force that startles the people near by. The room blurs around you as you make your way to the exit. Memories flood your mind—the stolen kisses, the whispered promises, the nights tangled in each other's arms. But alongside the sweetness, there's bitterness—the lies, the betrayal, the shattered trust.

And Jolly, your supposed friend, the one who knew your pain intimately, who witnessed your tears and held your hand through sleepless nights—why would he put you in this position? Why would he expose you to the hurricane of Noah's presence?

Outside, the air is cool against your flushed cheeks. You take a deep breath, tasting salt and regret. The sky above seem distant, indifferent. You wrap your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt to hold the pieces together. But the ache remains a phantom limb that refuses to fade.

You walk away, leaving behind laughter and Facetime calls, leaving behind Jolly and Noah. The door closes softly behind you, muffling the sounds of the music and chatter. And as you step into the gloomy cold air, you wonder if healing is a myth, if love is a beautiful lie, and if betrayal is the only truth that matters.

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[kairiscorner]

hi there!! :)) I saw that ur requests were open again and I wanted to ask if you could do a hc or short fic(?) for like a Hobie x Spiderperson! reader where they've got this vibe that they're dating???

Like whenever anyone asks about it they have no clue and reject the idea since Hobie doesn't believe in labels and the reader doesn't want to be tied down. But! they both get suuuper jealous whenever either of them gets too close/flirts with other people and drags them away or smth huehruehdids

Maybe they confess??? What if one time the jealousy gets too much or one of them got really hurt and the other realizes that they might never be able to tell the other their feelings? Maybe a big kiss at the end bc of the exploding feelings? That's all, thank you and have a great day!!! :DD

HI ANONNNN <33 omg i love so much WHAT i hope i do this justice <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"so... are you two a, y'know, a thing?"

questions like these never fail to keep you quick on your toes, especially since nothing could be farther from the truth. you and hobie were just good friends, really good friends. just a couple of buds that always had each other's back when battles go awry, or when the other gets in trouble for a few stunts here and there. you two were just... very close, is what you would call it, neither of you really used labels to express what you two were to each other.

hobie hated labels anyway to begin with, never believed in them and certainly doesn't want to use them to describe his relationship with you. he never felt the need to, all he was certain of was that if you were there for him, he'd obviously be there for you–even if you never asked for him to be, it was always a given.

you yourself were a free-spirited type of person, you refused to be weighed down by commitment when you already had yourself to worry about. and besides... you didn't feel anything for hobie, did you? nah, you didn't, you just thought that he was really, really cool. and awesome. and inspiring. and rebellious for the right reasons. and so... just, just a lot of amazing things.

you two wanted to make it clear: there was nothing going on between you two. and even though you convinced some of the folks at the spider society, a lot of others were still highly skeptical of you two, not that you guys cared, you two knew each other well. or so you both thought.

though hobie was always your first pick for a partner on a mission, you were being paired up with a lot of different spider people recently. and though it was no problem for hobie, you worried about leaving him alone. "hey, now, don't get all sentimental on me. i never believed in consistency, anyway. you're amazing, of course everyone wants you on their team. i'll catch you on the flipside," he'd tell you something along those lines and just... be gone for the rest of the day.

you tried not to worry so much, but guilt ate away at you sometimes and distracted you. but soon, this routine became more and more commonplace for you two, to the point that it distracted you seldom times when you heard that hobie was okay, he wasn't avoiding you, he was just... off somewhere else, and that much was enough to put you at ease.

you hung around the new people you met more and more often, even when hobie was around. you never meant to replace him, you could never do that; you just had your own life, and hobie... hobie knew. he understood that not every day can be for you two to share together, but honestly, he wished he didn't have to share your attention with these other guys, despite how well they mean, he wanted just you and him together for one more day; one more day, just like how it all was before this new change in routine.

little did hobie know that wish would come true sooner than he thought; for as you two were sent on a mission together, with just you two together, hobie had to admit how much he missed you--how much he wanted for things to be the way they once were. "i know i said i never believed in consistency, labels, and... i don't. but when it comes to you, i just have these thoughts, these thoughts of seeing you smile because of me, feeling your hand in mine after a long fight, getting together to make mischief and getting each other out of it--i really missed that... i missed you."

and you thought you were crazy for hearing that right then and there, because you yourself felt that exact same way. "i... i really missed you, too, hobie." you'd admit, and that was all the admission hobie needed to hear. "if you'll let me, may i... show you just how much i've missed you?" he ask as he brings his hand to your cheek and gazes into your eyes as you become more and more embarrassed about your feelings for him, but so was he when he realized you were, and are, all he ever loved.

you agreed, and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. you felt his piercings, they were cold amidst both of your lips touching each other, but you two fit so well together; you two were each other's missing link, the only one who can right each other's wrongs and make them feel much more... alive.

though you two still refused to give other people any labels when asked about you two--because how was it their business, right?--you two knew just the other meant to you: it was ride or die with you, and only you; nobody else could replace or be the other, you're all he'll ever want, and he's all you could ever hope to love.

a/n: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD AAAAAAAA, I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS THOUGH <333

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#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown atsv #spider sona #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n

[ysljoon]

Hey savvvv<3 So i have a request, can you write like a established relationship smut of like simon (from cod) going absolutely feral while you ride his face? Thank youuu love you pookie🤍🤍

riding simon 'ghost' riley's face

warnings: oral (f receiving), use of pet names (lovie, sweetheart), afab reader (no use of y/n), overstimulation a/n: jay i really hope you like this im sorry for the delay oh em gee <3 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon had been gone on an operation for two months and you were counting down the days until he was home. Today was the day and you were sitting on the couch busily scrolling through different apps to keep yourself occupied. You couldn’t tell if it was minutes or hours until you heard the lock to the door turn and squeak on its hinges. You jumped up from your seat and scampered to see Simon placing his duffel bags on the floor and starting to take off the balaclava. Once the mask was off he met your eyes and and you couldn’t contain yourself you leapt yourself on to him and he caught you with ease. You planted kisses on every corner of his face you could reach, not even caring about the residual paint around his eyes.

“Simon, I missed you so much.” You tucked your head into his neck muffling your words a little.

“I missed you too lovie.” He traveled through the home with you still clinging on to him and once he found the bedroom he positioned you on the edge and started to kiss you with more passion and hunger. You loved when Simon used his height to dominate you and having him looming over you right now is all you dreamed about while he was away. Your hands roamed around all over his body and you felt some relief when you didn’t feel any new wounds on his torso and only the old scars you have become acquainted with over the years. 

You moved your hands down to his belt buckle and he stopped you by grabbing your wrists while not even pulling away from your lips. His reflexes never failed to leave you in awe. “You don’t hafta do anythin’ for me tonight. I’m gonna make up for all the time I left you alone. Gonna make my girl feel so good.” Hearing his gruff voice mixed with the intentions he had for you had you clenching your thighs together to get some relief for yourself. This action did not go missed by Simon. “Aw my poor girl needs to get off so bad. Let me help you sweetheart.” He crawled on to the bad so he was right above you and slid your pants fully off till you were only left in your shirt (its his shirt actually but that's neither here nor there) and panties. He pressed a thumb to your aching clit and rubbed small and slow circles but it was enough to already have you twitching. He was teasing your covered cunt and you let out whiny little whimpers hoping that was enough to give Simon enough of a hint that you need more. Simon usually would make you use your words to beg for what you need from him, but he was already mean enough for having to leave you for months. He doesn't want to make this harder for you tonight knowing how needy both you and him are.

He moved his face in between your legs and nipped the waistband of your panties and dragged them down to your ankles. He released the cloth from between his teeth and placed a gentle kiss on your very sensitive bud. “Come sit on my face lovie I need to taste you so bad. I’ve thought about your delicious fuckin’ cunt day in and day out while I was gone I need it.” You positioned yourself over his lips and while you had planned to only hover he wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged you down till your fully bodyweight sank down on him. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked with so much force it had your back arching and you were crying out. Your hands tried to find purchase and clutched onto his shoulders. “C-Christ Simon. I won’t last at all if you keep it up.” “Just keep takin’ it sweetheart.” He punctuated his sentence with a nibble on your thigh and swiped his tongue along your soaked slit and inserted it inside. He hungrily ate you out and you felt an impending orgasm coming and you grinded against his tongue for extra pressure.

Your orgasm consumed your whole body and your thighs trembled around SImon’s head. You thought he would give you a small break before continuing, but he kept going and the overstimulation had you trying to pry yourself off of Simon’s face but his muscular arms gripped you in place and you couldn’t escape. “No use running from me lovie, I’m a man starved. Hope you get comfortable because you’re gonna be here for a long while.” You looked down and saw his smirk with your essence dripping down his chin.

#sav's asks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2

[babybluebex]

The Dad!Eddie blurbs I’ve read today are making me BARK.

Could you please Eddie x pregnant reader because I’m in desperate need of comfort fluff and Dad!Eddie is DOING IT for me

i love dad!eddie so much eek

"C'mon," Eddie said, dragging you by the hand up from the couch.

"Oh my God," you giggled. "You can't wait for ten minutes? Dallas is almost over!"

"Fuck Dallas," Eddie said. "I need to talk to my baby."

In your six months of pregnancy, Eddie had started up this habit every night before bed: he would lay between your legs, settle his cheek on your thigh and his lips on your swollen belly, and he would tell your baby all about his day. Every little detail mattered: what he had for lunch, what music played at the record shop, what he wore, who he talked to. He gave little Osmond Edward Munson the full run down, and you loved it.

"Fuck Dallas?" you repeated. "Babe, I think they're about to bring Bobby back! I need to see it!"

"They'll play it tomorrow night, you'll live," Eddie said. "C'mon, please? Ozzy needs his daddy."

"I think it's Daddy that needs Ozzy," you chuckled. "Help me get up, and you can talk to him all you want."

Eddie was quick to grab both of your hands, and he tugged you up from the couch, grabbing onto your waist once you were up. Eddie followed you back to his bedroom like a little puppy, and he watched as you got yourself into his bed, settling a pillow under your back. Eddie kicked off his shoes and climbed up after you, and he took care to kiss your knee as he parted your legs.

"That feels familiar," you giggled, and Eddie rolled his eyes jokingly from the other side of your bump. Already, Ozzy was stirring and kicking up a storm, and he stilled only when Eddie placed his palm on your stomach, just over those stretch marks that Eddie loved to kiss.

"Hey, buddy," Eddie said softly, and he assumed the position, cheek on your thigh, lips touching your belly. His shoulders nudged at your knees, and you reached down to gently stroke Eddie's curls. "I missed you a lot today. So much happened, it would blow your tiny mind."

Eddie wriggled to get comfortable, and he flashed you those big chocolate eyes of his as your finger twisted in one of his curls. "I hope Ozzy looks like you," you whispered, and Eddie smiled.

"I want him to look like you," Eddie said. "But, jeez, bud, you missed a hell of a day at the record shop. Some girls came in, they were really young, maybe like junior high age? And guess what they asked for?" He paused, as if giving Ozzy a chance to answer, and he said, "They were looking for Metallica. It was the coolest shit, Oz, I showed them all of the Metallica records we had and-and my shirt, and they loved it, and they nearly bought us out. I can't wait to show you Metallica. Oh, and Black Sabbath. You're gonna hear a lot of Sabbath, buddy, get ready for it. You're gonna be the most metal dude at preschool."

"What else happened..." Eddie started, pouting his lips as he thought. "Mommy made me lunch to take to work, which was really nice. It was a ham sandwich with those salt and vinegar chips that kinda burn my mouth, but she put those bitches inside the sandwich! Total game changer! Can you make me another one of those tomorrow?"

It took you a second to realize that Eddie was now talking to you, and you blinked a few times to get rid of the trance that you were in. "Sure," you said. "Regular chips?"

"No, I liked the burning feeling," Eddie told you. "Went good with the ham. Anyway, Oz, I... God, I can't wait to meet you. I'm so excited, I can't wait to see what you look like and sound like. I can't wait to hold you, Ozzy. Feel your little hand grab my finger..." Eddie flexed his hand on your stomach, almost as if he could feel Ozzy's hand already, and you smiled.

When Eddie put his hand back down on your stomach, though, there was a nudge from inside you, and Eddie grinned as Ozzy kicked his hand. "He knows I'm here," Eddie whispered excitedly, and he said, "Hey, dude. Hey, buddy. God, I can't wait for you to get here."

"You're the most impatient person I've ever met," you chuckled, and Eddie laughed as his lips ghosted your skin.

"Just impatient to meet my baby," Eddie said, and he kissed your stretch marks. "Our baby."

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff

[zmediaoutlet]

hey i saw your post about ao3 house style and i can totally relate to it, so i thought maybe you could share some wincest fic recs? please and thank u 🙏

you know what bud, I will indeed share some wincest fic recs bc you should rec the stuff that is good and leave the crud in the dust, right? Right. So -- here are uhh a number of recs as they occur to me, which actually read like a person wrote them instead of an AO3-trained algorithm of some kind. Plus I only rec stuff if I actually like it so consider these Z Certified or something.

The Fremont Street Experience by @nigeltde-fic -- a quick 1200 words that's a fizzing jolt of champagne right under the heart. New love that's just bursting with all that could be. Anticipation fizzes in Dean's veins, dances in his fingertips. The sand shimmers, hazes, glitters. There's so much sky. It pours into the road at the horizon. -- see?

Miles Ahead by @egipci -- a fully-formed entirely real paragraph of 750 words in which we see Sam Winchester in all his want and wanting, and I want to crawl inside the narrative presented and live there year-round. You were pretending to sleep and every once in a while a car would pass by and the headlights would fill up the inside of the car like midday and then I would look at you out the corner of my eye. All the way I thought about Mexico and you there sunburnt. -- I mean my god.

Countdown by @mollyamory-again -- another tight 1200 of just a normally-tense night that dissolves in sweet established-vibes intimacy. Brothers who feel like brothers and also an earned and real -- not hotness exactly but just adults who have sex who act and think like adults, which is not as common as you'd hope! His fingers skate over Dean's skin in lazy patterns; they find their old places, and Dean shoves up to meet them, asking for more and getting more all at once. Sam missed him, Sam wants him; Sam is here, so they can do this, Dean wants so badly to do this.

Four Winters: I by @lindencypressbirch, who got deleted and so we'll just call her Linden. Stretching all the way up to 4700 words this time, Linden takes us through a godawful piece of shit of a day in which Dean Winchester Is Handling It, until of course he isn't -- but he is, because he has to, because what other choice is there? This one does a great job of showcasing the misery without lingering on it in a maudlin or tedious way. There's just the job, and then the next job after. After another moment or two he scrubbed a hand over his wet face and went looking for his thermos, and the last of the cold coffee it held. Because they had power now, yes, but there was no telling whether they would have power later, and as they were clearly not going to be going anywhere for a few days, he had work to do before it maybe went.

The Fall Will Probably Kill You by killabeez, which is allll the way up to 7k and retains interest throughout. The big strength in this one is that Sam is competent, steady, believable-from-canon Sam when we get so much over-the-top meathead jerk or simpering babyboy who reads 15 when he's mean to be 40. I'm just blown over by all that SAM. This fic is really about Dean's misery in s7 but it's dealt with pragmatically, almost implacably; more ott than the show went on some details, but the overall vibe is nevertheless: they will get through it because this is who they are. I appreciate that always and forever. He's the one with the secret, now. He hadn't meant it to be that way. But Sam asked Dean to trust him, and Dean said okay because he was sorry for using the F-word. Sorry for putting that look on Sam's face, for making him feel like a freak, the way he hadn't been for laying him out with his fist. It's ridiculous, how he still folds like a house of cards where Sam's concerned, no matter how many times he's told himself he won't do it again. But now he's stuck with the lie, and has no one to blame but himself.

That's probably enough to be going on with. If you read these, please leave a comment to tell the author that you appreciate their work, because it should be appreciated.

#spn #wincest #fic recs #answers

[tomatoswup]

good night ☾ 2

summary: having the Vash plushie as a companion is a big help but sometimes you can't help but think about the past. Vash plushie to the rescue!

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, fluff? vash plushie is such a sweetheart :'),

A/N: i can't help but bring my angst urges into things okay im sORRY LMAOOKDNSLKNF but fr i 100% believe the plushie is gonna try to cheer you up when you're sad like ugh u lil cute thing plz. Hope yall enjoy this lil thing! am waiting for june to come

To be honest, the cute little guy really helped you a lot mentally, stopping those depressing filled nights and nightmares that you’ve had after that event from engulfing your conscious.

Has it been 2 years already? Time flies doesn't it? You never really noticed how aware the plushie was until he asked you if you were alright one night.

Sometimes he’d cuddle against your cheek to, in his words, "help" you sleep, and other times he’d sleep under your blanket, but the poor thing had nightmares of its own too.

Often times you’d catch him whimper and curl into a small ball in his sleep, to which you couldnt help but put your hand out and softly rub the top of his head with your finger to soothe the poor plushie.

But the lil’ thing was a trooper! He’s up the next morning urging you to get some donuts for breakfast and man.

You've never seen the plushie so happy that he almost popped a stitch! He ran around in circles, jumping up and down around your feet so much when you came back to your camp with a box of them that you kinda got scared you were gonna step on him.

"The pink one!" He screeched out, elated as you picked out a pink sprinkled donut and handed it to him. The damn donut was the same size as himself!

"Hey! Be careful!" You shouted out, watching as the small figure tumbled down a small sand hill with the donut, causing you to sweatdrop.

Why'd he kinda look like a tumbleweed....

You heard him squeak out from below, before seeing him cutely hop up to your temporary camp, a big bite already visible on the donut as the nibs of his arms held it up above his head "I-Im okay!"

“Good! I don’t think I have any sewing supplies to fix you bud.” You grinned as he waddled over to where you sat at the fire.

"What'cha making?" He curiously asked as he peeked around your ankle. Poking at the cooking fire, you looked down at him, the blue beady eyes of his staring into the fire "Well, I'm cooking some chicken I had left-over from the other day." You smiled down at him as he jumped up and down "FOOD!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the excitement the plushie gave out, how did he even digest things? You haven't really seen him eat anything during his time traveling with you but maybe that was a question for another time.

"Ya know," You couldn't help but say "I think my friend would've liked you.." You softly smiled, turning to the fire as you turned the roasting chicken.

"Friend?" He tilted his head "What friend?" You stared on into the fire, the wind blowing the heat mildly into your face "You haven't met him, but it was a friend I deeply loved."

"You loved him?"

"..." You couldn't help but put your knee up to rest your head on "Yeah, I did. But they passed a few years ago." You heard the plushie take another bite of his donut before coming up and plopping down to sit beside you "Never got to tell him I did though.." You quietly chuckled as the plushie looked up at you, a dead stare had been painted on your face as if it were a past that hurt to touch.

The Vash plushie stayed quiet before taking another bite of his donut "Well, I think you're a very pleasant person to be with! I mean, you've taken care of me pretty well!" He squeaked out "You treat others with the respect they give back! You're a kind person!" His feet started moving up and down.

"I think he would've loved you too."

AWWWWWWWALSFfknsk

You couldn't help but let out tears at the comforting words the plushie provided you as he patted your leg, telling you it was okay and that you weren't a bad person for having continued with your life without him. To which he proceeded to trying to do cartwheels to cheer you up you didn't want to admit it kind worked. But at some point you asked him to stop because the poor thing had been on its 5th failed attempt, every time belly-flopping onto the ground.

"Okay okay, I'm okay now Vash!" Trying to get the lil' guy to stop, you took a whiff of the air before freezing "I-Is the chicken burning?"

"Yup!"

GODDAMN IT-

You owed this plushie another donut.

And the night passed, you having slept better than most other nights. But the two of you had to hit the road again, getting packed up and ready to go by the morning.

Back in his usual place in the pocket of your shirt, he put up an arm nib and pointed it forwards "LET'S GOOO!" Snorting at his burst of energy, you began your stride in the sand once again with the map in hand.

"We're not far from getting to the city, I'm estimating one more day before we arrive." You said, fixing the hat on your head from the glaring sun before squinting ahead at something that caught your eye "You see that too right?"

The plushie's eyebrows furrowed as he copied you, squinting and physically pushing himself forwards to see if he could see closer "A man?"

The sight of a man in black stuck out like a sore thumb in the tanned desert just a few feet away from the two of you. A grey motorcycle propped up next to him as the man tuned and did something to the metal's gears.

He looked a bit familiar, too familiar.

"I think I know hi-" You wondered out before the plushies' loud and high pitched scream interrupted you.

"HELLOOOOOO!!!!"

The man turned and there you were met with a pair of sunglasses and the mischievous grin of someone whos' gospels often had you wanting to beat him half to death.

"Well well! Fancy meeting you here!"

oh god....

#vash x reader #vash the stampede imagine #vash the stampede #trigun imagines #trigun headcanons #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun drabble #vash plushie #fluff #trigun fluff

[universallychaoticpan]

Hi. Can I pls req dazai x reader. So,Dazai and reader were once in a relationship. (Female reader). At some point they broke up. Stopped talking started ignoring each other. Then dazai approached her to be friends again. They again became besties.

The reader is now feeling attracted to a guy. She talks to that guy but didn't take things further, she is hesitant to be in a relationship due to his previous relationship with dazai. Dazai realises, and says that he doesn't want to be the reason to hold back each other... basically you make/write the conversation after dazai realises. Please🥺🥺

(Ps: dazai is actually sad to know the reader is attracted to someone new)

Ah yes, good old unrequited love. I hope you enjoy this, and please come back anytime. So sorry this took so long, the first time I wrote it I accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over. <333

It was hard to believe that at a point, you had been in love with him. But it was true; at one point, the two of you shared a love like sunlight. You fought and loved with the same passion, often burning one another before falling back together for comfort, for peace, to quell the ache that pulled you back together time and time again. But you were so bright you could hardly stand to look; so warm the pain began to show through more and more. Eventually, you licked your wounds on your own, the risk of being hurt outweighing the reward of a love so strong.

Yes, like he always did, Osamu Dazai had pushed you away. And when he did, the hole that you filled inside of him opened up again.

When you were gone, he could hardly stand to look at you without remembering the way you said his name - like no one else did, soft and sweet, drawing out each syllable and vowel - or how your bare skin felt pressed against his while you slept. When he was gone, you could hardly bear the sound of his voice without thinking of nights spent with your clothes strewn across the floor, or the way he would trace the lines in the palms of your hand, his eyes looking at you like the world meant nothing in comparison.

You thought you would never be able to look at those eyes again.

But slowly, things began to repair themselves. Like spring budding from barren branches, you began to pass smiles to one another again. You started to talk more, joking and teasing like you used too before love, before everything had changed. Slowly, you made your way back into his life- slowly, the two of you pushed the memories of a love brighter than sunlight down until it was swallowed by expanses of darker space.

And slowly, Dazai realized that you weren't his anymore.

"...hey- Hey!" Your voice startled him from his thoughts, his fingers beginning to sting from holding onto the chilled glass for too long.

"Sorry," he muttered, taking a drink. "You were saying?"

"You alright," you asked, concerned curiosity in your eyes. "It's not like you to just disappear like that."

He shrugged. "Long week I guess. Anyway?"

You looked down at your drink awkwardly. "Well I was telling you about this guy I met just the other day- met him in the cafe under the office, he works nearby. He was sweet, actually asked me to meet him at another spot he knows later tonight." you chewed your lips nervously. "I don't think I'll go though; it's too soon don't you think? I mean it hasn't even been a year since..." You let your voice trail off.

Dazai looked at you, saw the way your body hunched into itself, but saw the way your eyes slightly looked over at him, waiting for a reaction, a sliver of approval or disappointment. And he realized what you were waiting for.

You were waiting for him to let go.

And it broke him completely that the look in your eyes, the look of slight fear and sorrow was his doing- that even after time had gone by, you still felt trapped by him. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to move past you; worse, you knew it as well as he did and yet here you were, asking him one more time for permission. You were asking his permission to break his heart again.

And what could he do but let you? He loved you so much, so desperately it consumed him; it swallowed him whole every night as he tried to sleep, chased you through dreams and just barely let you escape every time. And he loved you so much that he would release you- he would break every bone in his body if it forced him to let you go. Because he wasn't what you needed. And he knew that the best way for him to love was to let you be loved by someone who was safer. Someone who could give you the life you deserved.

He simply couldn't be that person.

"Go," he said quietly. He was looking at you now, a smile on his face that you both tried to pretend was masking the melancholy behind it. "You should go." He got up, draping your coat around your shoulders. "I mean we both know you can't stay hung up on me forever," he said with a wink. You got up with a smile, the two of you simply staring at each other, the hum of chatter in the bar going quiet for a split second. And you hugged him; you stepped close and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his chest the way you always used to. And it was good you couldn't see him, see his face or the look of surprise he couldn't stop. Gingerly, he place his hands on your back, holding you against him one last time before he gently pulled you away by your shoulders.

"Go on," he smiled. "Get out of here."

You nodded, walking out of the room before you could lose your nerve; you left before you had time to look back. If you had though, if you had stopped to look at the man you couldn't deny you still loved, you would've seen how he watched you go until you vanished onto the dark street, how he stared after you long after you had gone, the scent of your skin still clinging to him like the ghost of you always would.

#dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader angst #bsd x reader #bsd x reader angst

[rotten-corpses-blog]

If you're familiar with the nickelodeon show Victorious, can you do a Billy Loomis x reader who's a lot like jade west. They meet and become close and deal with her savagery, and tell about ghostface cause he has a crush. At one point she breaks up with her boyfriend (Beck) like in the show, and Billy tries to comfort her. Then they become high school's scary couple.

I watched this when I was like 10 so it has been a while, so it may not be exactly what you meant lol. I still hope you enjoy tho! I changed some stuff around to better fit the plot of scream and the cannon violence of the movie.

(Contents: cursing, smoking, drinking, violence and murder)

We were made for each other darling… 

Y/N knows she’s an asshole, mean, snarky, whatever you want to call her she doesn’t give a shit. She’s the school's bad girl and she’s proud of that fact. Her boyfriend, Beck, is down to earth and a good person all around. Nobody knows how you two got together and why on earth someone like Beck would be dating the antichrist of Woodsboro High School. She has a few friends, she usually keeps to herself anyways so no need for friends. Y/N was doing her usual teen delinquent stuff when she caught the eyes of Billy Loomis. He’s the hottest guy at this god forsaken school with his bad boy attitude and pretty brown eyes. Any girl in their right mind would have the hots for him, Y/N included. The bell rang to go to first period, Y/N could have sworn that she felt Loomis’s gaze on her as she walked to her history class.

(Billy’s POV)

Billy has had the hots for Y/N for forever it feels like, he has always had vivid daydreams of them just… existing together, holding and loving each other. But, two things stood in the way of his dream. Sidney and Beck are like a road block for him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without your love. His plan involved Sidney, so he needed her and cheating was off the table because he knows Tatum would draw blood and Y/N would fight right back. And Beck? Well he could kill him whenever he feels like it, the murders have put everyone on edge for days so he knows if he gets close to you, you would come to him for comfort because you're scared. God, He wishes it was easy to get what he wants.

(Your POV)

It’s lunch time and you're sitting with Beck and his friends, when you feel Billy staring at you again. You have to admit he’s cute, but this is getting a bit creepy. “Hey, you ok? It’s like you're on a different planet.” Beck said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oh yeah, I guess I'm tired or something.” you said, deciding to ignore the staring Loomis behind you. Beck smiled at you and gave you a squeeze, then continued talking with his friends.

After school you were walking home when you felt someone follow you, when you turned around you saw the figure of Billy Loomis. “I didn’t know you were into stalking Loomis, are you some kind of creep who's obsessed with me or something?” you said stopping in your tracks and putting your hands or your waist. He just chuckled “No, I didn’t know it was a crime to walk behind you though. I’m just trying to be friendly, that’s all.” You just rolled your eyes, “You have a strange way of making friends, Loomis.” Billy ran his hand through his hair and got closer to you, “How about I walk you to my house and we watch a movie? Then you can decide if I'm worth your time.” you smiled and started to walk, “Deal, but you're buying the pizza Loomis.”

It’s been a few days and you could say that you and Billy were good friends. Watching movies, smoking a cigarette or two together made up most of your evenings. You two just clicked, it’s like you were made for each other, and you could say there was something besides friendship budding between the two of you. Your time with Beck was replaced with time with Billy and Beck wasn’t happy about you hanging out with another guy so much so he dumped you. You were heart broken, but Billy was there with open arms to comfort you. That event only made the two of you closer and the spark between the two of you burned brighter. Now you were going to Stu’s party, school was canceled because of the killings. But hey, no school and a night of free booze? You can’t complain about something like that. You were currently in Stu’s kitchen drinking your bodyweight in alcohol, mostly because Billy was paying more attention to goddamn Sidney Presscott instead of you. As much as you would like to say you weren't jealous, you totally were. But all you can do right now is try to let loose and try to forget about your feelings for your friend. You poured yourself another drink when Beck walked up to you, “Y/N? Why are you here?” he asked with a stupid look on his face. “What does it look like dumbass? I’m trying to get drunk.” you said rolling your eyes to show your frustration. “Look, you don’t get to be mad at me, I have the right to be upset about you and Billy. There is something going on there.” Beck said with more anger in his voice. “Are you calling me a cheater? I told you we are just friends, nothing else. You're the one being irrational!” you yelled getting more and more sick of this conversation. “Oh please! What else were you doing with him? It’s not like anyone would actually be frie-” He didn’t even get the whole sentence out before you punched him square in the jaw, as you walked away you heard yells and cheers from your drunk classmates. You sat yourself down in a random room and just tried to catch your breath. Then you felt someone sit on the bed beside you, you could tell just by the cologne that it’s Billy. “Heard you punched Beck, sorry I wasn’t there to see it.” Billy said putting his hand on your thigh, it may have been the alcohol or the anger and want pulsing through your veins. But Before Billy could say anything else you smashed your lips on his pulling him into an aggressive makeout session. When you two parted you looked at Billy’s face and said. “I think I’m in love with you.” Billy ran his hands through your hair and said “Me too, I always had a thing for you.” then it dawned on you, “Oh god what about Sidney?” Billy had a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that doll, she won’t be alive long enough to know about us.”  “Billy, what do you mean by that? Wait, were you the one killing all those people?” you asked looking into his eyes. “I was, and Sidney and her friends are next. Stu and I have been working on this for years.” Billy rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip. “Are you scared of me? Gonna call the cops?” he asked in a low husky voice. “No! Don't worry about that Billy.” Billy looked at you with a smirk. “I always knew you were like me, god you were made for me.” he said “I have one request though.” you said, “Anything you want dear.” you giggled darkly “let me help slaughter some bitches.” Billy smiled wide, “Deal”

#billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis smut #yandere billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis

[marvelobsessed134]

Izzy Stradlin please, we need more smut of this man. The reader comes out of work and feels stressed so does Izzy, and they have a little stress relieve yk, on a rainy day, If you could do some dirty talk, maybe add some handcuffs and a bit of his jealous protective side. 🧡

Thank you sm! Lots of love 🫶🏻

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs with Izzy Stradlin

A/n: First Izzy fic! So excited for this one hope you enjoy! Also I’m tired as fuck writing this but I wanted to get it out so I don’t have to do a double post tomorrow.

Pairings: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, handcuffs, dom!Izzy, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Izzy helps you destress after a particularly rough day at work.

“I’m home.” You grumbled as you walked through the door and dropped your bag on the floor next to you. Your soaking wet bag because as you were walking home the sky decided to rain.

“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend rasped from the couch.

You smiled a bit before sitting next to him. “Ugh today was so fucking stressful. Hank would NOT stop flirting with me, my boss kept telling me I’m late on these papers when I literally have barely had any time to complete them. And, get this, I spilled my salad so I had to go across the street to get a new lunch.” As you ranted, Izzy looked at you with focused eyes. He tensed up when he heard that Hank -your coworker- wouldn’t stop flirting with you.

Possessively, he slid his hand on your leg. The action made you stop talking as it was making you feel very new feelings.

“Izzy…what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m thinking I should help you destress.” The guitarist shrugged simply before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, before bringing his face up to kiss his lips.

Slowly, the two of you started making out as he laid you down on the couch. Clothes were being thrown on the floor, and your pussy began to drip onto the leather.

Izzy’s movements got more rough. He groped your tits, toying with your nipples and biting them. You arched your back into him and hissed.

He kissed down your body before pulling your underwear down with his teeth. Your legs spread on their own accord, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

The raven haired man licked a bold stripe against your pussy making you hiss and moan, grabbing onto his hair.

He began to lick all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Then he started to get into your folds, licking in between, and fucking you with his tongue.

Your toes curled, tears springing in your eyes as he fucked you with his tongue effortlessly.

“Oooh…Izzy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Oh yeah baby, cum for me.” And you did, releasing all your sweet juices on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wait here a minute.” He said before getting up and running upstairs. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You wanted to get up and see what he was doing but that would be disobeying him. And you never disobey Izzy.

Finally, he jogged downstairs, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. You noticed him holding a pair of handcuffs. Yeah, you were in for it. You sat up expectantly as he stood in front of you.

“Wrists.” He commanded and you did as you were told, watching him hit the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good girl. Now are you gonna let me fuck you senseless?”

“Yes sir.”

The guitarist smirked before bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt your pussy drip down between your legs. He teased you with his tip at first, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips before pushing in and bottoming out.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned as he began to move, “You’re so fucking tight baby.”

You moaned with him, getting used to the stretch. His movements got faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into you.

“Oh! Izzy!!! Fuck oh fuck Izzy!” You moaned, gripping the couch for dear life.

Izzy smacked your ass, “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby, I fucking love you so much.”

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Me too baby. Cum for me.” And you did, clenching around him before letting go. The pressure was so much, your vision went white for almost a minute as you felt his load painting your walls.

“Oh god, I really needed that.” You laughed breathily.

#gnr #guns n roses #gnr fic #gnr x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin #Izzy gnr #guns n roses x reader #smut #gnr smut #izzy stradlin smut #kinktober

[world-of-aus]

Love & Barbells - Pt. 5

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky (gym crush) x Reader

Warnings: Pinch of angst.

Authors Note: Hoppy Easter little Buns! Here is part 5 of Love & Barbells! I honestly took the energy I had to write and ran with it, I hope you all enjoy this part and for those asking to be added to a taglist for this series I'll start adding those that ask or have asked! Many thanks and Happy Readings! Also All other parts can be found on @worldofausupdates (Any and all mistakes are my own)

Two days had turned into a week, your body finally feeling the fatigue of the strain you were putting it. through six days out of the week. The first day was always odd, your body thrumming with the need to get into its routine, body restless as you forced yourself to stay in bed for the day. And as the first day melted into the second day you found the soreness had begun to creep in, the ache settling heavy in your muscles as you moved around your space. Day three and four were spent like days one and two, in bed beneath your covers with minimal movement, and a mug of coffee in your hand. You knew you needed this time to give your body its rest, to allow yourself to recharge not only physically but mentally. Day six and seven had you preparing for your return, you knew you needed the rest and recovery, but you knew that it could also be a setback in your weight, so you also spent these days doing at home workouts you favorited on YouTube. 

There’s a knock on your door pulling you from the TV screen, your roommate pops her head in, “hey you,” she grins, “you ready to hit the iron tomorrow?” 

You laugh pausing the video a light sheen of sweat coating your skin, “more than ready, I honestly thought two days would be good enough, seems like my body had other ideas.” She steps into your room, “you needed the break, and it was your body’s way of telling you, you’re at it six days out of the week only allowing yourself a day of recovery I think it was about time already, finally caught up to you.” 

Your snort, “you’re not wrong, m’just worried these many days is going to be huge setback on my progress in weight I’ve made.” She gives you a look, “aren’t you always telling me to keep it low weight, but high repped when I can’t do my usual weight?” Your tongue pokes out, “practice what you preach.” she throws back, “going down in weight isn’t the end of the world.” 

You nod your head, “no you’re right,” you laugh when she flips her hair “I’m always right, now how about you go get showered and ill order from that diner two blocks down, get you some heavy protein so you can be charged up for tomorrow? 

“I’d love that, meet you in the living room?” 

“I’ll see you in twenty,” she responds back before taking her exit from your room. As you gather your things for your shower your mind drifts to tomorrow, were you ready to go back and hit the iron, were you ready to go back and see him?” 

Stepping into the gym the next morning, your bag sat high on your shoulder; you knew you were ready to hit the iron, but the way your eyes threatened to scan the area for him told you maybe you weren’t entirely ready to see him, your heart racing at the mere thought of him alone. 

Scanning the gym, you set your eyes on an empty squat rack towards the back and all but ran for the equipment, while it wasn’t too packed just yet you knew if you didn’t claim a rack, you’d never get a set in once the morning grew later. Placing your things down on the floor, you grab your headphones slipping the bud into your ears as they automatically pair to your phone. You’re searching through your apps pressing your preferred music streaming app, finding your go to playlist. Music floods your ears, a breath of air pushing out of your lungs as you shake yourself off pushing to your feet as you go to warm up. 

Your eyes are focused solely on yourself, watching your movements carefully in the mirror as you get yourself stretched out and warmed up before you begin your first reps. Stepping closer to the rack you decide to start your first set of reps with your body weight alone, this was to warm yourself up the movement and wake your muscles up for the heavier sets that were to come. The music pushed you past your warmup count, an ache settling in your legs as you pushed to full height; time to rack. You moved around the rack choosing the lighter weights first, you would build up to your heaviest weight throughout your sets. Slipping the weights onto the bar, you round the rack again to get yourself situated under the iron bar, you test out the weight by pushing up under it, the weight feeling light as you dismount it. 

You take your stance, feet moving, legs opening as you brace yourself, you breathe in, eyes catching your own gaze in the mirror as you go down.  

One. 

Getting yourself to fifteen is easy, barely any strain on your muscle as you rerack the weights moving around to add more. You go up in five, attempting to hit 15 reps every set, until you hit your max weight. The weight before your max has your legs trembling, the strain hitting on the last rep as you find yourself getting stuck just before you went to rerack. Mounting the bar back on you drop into a squat, your breaths heavy as you try to catch it. The music is still pulsing through your buds, your eyes focused and dazed on a spot on the floor as you let yourself come down from the high, heart thumping like a wild drum in your chest. 

You're feeling the music, your body slowly recharging as the bass pumps in your ears, you're moving to push yourself up to add more weight to the bar, but a finger tapping on your back has you stilling. Your head tilts up, stomach dropping into your ass when you meet her eyes. She’s smiling, her lips moving, though you can’t hear here over the music in your ears, you shake your head pulling a bud from your ear, “m’sorry, what was that?” You question not quite believing that this was happening. The redhead chuckles, eyes gleaming, no wonder Bucky’s taken with her you think, she's gorgeous, “was wondering if you would mind me working in, all the other racks are taken.” Your eyes flit around the gym finding the other racks in fact taken, each rack having at least two to three gym bros working their sets in with one another, not one of those racks containing the brunette in mind. 

A part of your mind, the self-deprecating part, is telling you to tell her you wrapped up, the rack is all hers, but the logical part of your mind, the one that outweighs the other tells you to stop being a child, so what if this was your gym crushes girlfriend? There was other fish in the sea! An opportunity was presenting itself to you in the form of a possible new friend, one that you could ask for a spot if the moment ever presented itself, and the way you saw it was you would rather ask her for a spot then the blue-eyed brunette. “Sure,” you say with a smile, “jump on in, do you need me to add more weights?” You question head tilted to the racked bar. There's an expression that comes over her features, one you can’ quite read, she’s shaking her head, “No, that’s actually okay, you planning on going any heavier?” 

You’re nodding, her brows flitting up as she sets herself up under the bar, you see her feel out the weight as she unracks. It’s second nature for you to assume your position behind her, she’s smiling at you through the mirror, you return the sentiment watching as she shifts into a focused mind as she goes down for her first rep. The longer you stand behind her following her movements the longer you allow for the insecurities to build up, she was making this look easy, barely even breaking a sweat as she surpassed your usual rep. You move forward with her when she reracks, stepping back when she slips out tilting her head to it, “your turn.” 

Your nerves are lit as you go to add the weight for your max, she offers her aid by getting the other side for you making your turn come quicker than you’d like. You move back between the rack adjusting yourself under the bar and testing the weight out. It’s heavy, but not enough that it won’t budge when you push up to unmount it. The redhead is a good spot you note as she assumes her position behind you, you wonder if she’s spotted Bucky before? Shaking the thought away you focus on the music still pumping through the headphones, sucking in a breath and bracing your core as you go down for your first rep. 

You’re pushing yourself, breathing in and releasing out through each rep, she’s encouraging you like Bucky would, God they were perfect for one another. The thought is enough to push you despite your legs threatening to break way and bring you down with the added weight. She stumbles forward with you as you rack. You're dropping to the floor, the ache in your legs blinding as you try to catch your breath, she drops with you, her gaze finding yours, “Bucky mentioned to me how well disciplined you were, and I gotta admit, you surprised me.” 

Your heart jumps to your throat at the mention of the brunette, he talked about you to her? Is that why she was here, to tell you to stay away from what was hers? “You ever think about competing?” 

A record scratches somewhere in the back of your mind. 

“Competing,” you question. That’s not what you were expecting.  

She’s nodding as she stands hand held out to you, you grab it letting her pull you up, “yeah, we have a team here that competes in powerlifting, we go to competitions held at other gyms, unfortunately one of our members is out for the season, and I think you’d be the perfect fit – if you’re interested.” 

You don’t know what to say, the words caught on your tongue as you watch her take her spot under the bar, you go up behind her. “You don’t have to have an answer right away, the season hasn’t begun just yet, but from what I'm seeing right now, and from what Buck has told me about you – well I would consider, I think you’d bring a lot to the table.” 

You’re nodding your head, licking your lips, you couldn’t help but to wonder what Bucky had told her. Your focus gets shifted from the conversation to the exercise at hand when you see her brace herself. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but her failing the first rep was not it. You didn’t think it was possible with how effortlessly she made her first set look but she’s getting caught less than midway on her way back up. You want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but when her face goes red, her lips pushing out your name along with the world help you’re stepping right up into her space to help her. 

“Oh god no,” she groans as she still struggles to get her legs up, your pressed to her back your hands coming up to the bar as you try to alleviate the pressure of the bar off her back. The two of you fall into a struggle, when had you gotten so far from the mount? Just when you’re about to tell her to just let it drop a body is pressing to your back, large hands falling close into yours, you don’t have to turn to know who’s they are, you’ve watched them lift weights for months now. Steve and Sam come up just as quickly as he did each flanking a side to grab the bar where the weights sit, they’re telling the redhead who you discover is named Natasha to drop down, you wonder if you should drop as well, but then you’re being pressed forward with them to place the bar back on the mount. 

For a beat nobody moves, all eyes falling to redhead that sits on the floor struggling to catch are a breath, “are you okay?” You’re the first to break the silence, her eyes flit to yours, then to the man behind you, you wonder what she must be thinking because neither you or Bucky have moved since mounting the weight and while you’ve considered moving, he cages you in. “Just fine,” she breathes through a strained laugh, “is that your max?” she questions pointing to the weights. “Yeah, the plan was to go up another five this week, but I took a week break, so I wasn’t going to risk failing by ego lifting.” 

Her laugh is genuine this time, Steve leaning over the rack to help her up, she’s looking at Bucky who still is behind you, more relaxed you imagine with how he leans on the bar – still caging you in! “I really do like her Barnes, think she’d make a perfect replacement for Maximoff for the season, you should ask her to join, maybe we can make her a full-time member.” 

Sam snorts off to the side drawing your gaze, and apparently Bucky’s, “m’right here wilson, you got something to say?” Sam meets both your eyes, “no but do you got something you want to ask y/n here, unless you want Tasha to do that too.” 

Your brows furrow, confusion only growing, “wait - hold on I'm a little confused here, what’s going on, what does Bucky want Natasha to do?” 

Before Bucky can even tell Sam to shut his mouth the words are already spilling from his lips, “Barnes here has been to chicken to ask you to compete with us, he was going to ask you last week that you were here since he was able to give Natasha a preview of you -” “but you were with your friend so he didn’t want to intrude, and I didn’t want to make you nervous by coming up to you,” Natasha adds. “Then he didn’t see you for the rest of the week, so he figured it was a sign to hold off on asking,” Sam continues, “a stupid sign if you ask me, man needs to learn how to read the room.” “That he does, and I told him as much last week,” Natasha says an amused glint in her eyes when you meet her gaze. 

“Literally right here,” Bucky says from behind you, and this time you turn your head to meet his gaze, “sorry about them,” he murmurs. You’re breathing out a laugh, “it’s okay, Steve told me to be ready,” you tease recalling the bearded blondes words from the last time you had worked in with them “I wouldn’t have minded you asking,” you continue, “I would have considered.” 

“You would have?” 

You’re nodding your head, wanting to break his gaze to look elsewhere but he has you locked. “As long as I wouldn’t be breaking any pairs up, and your friend Maximoff wouldn’t mind me stepping in I don’t see why I couldn’t consider, as long as you guys are sure you want me.” This time you do break his gaze to look at the others. Natasha is the one who answers, “If my partner could see how you trained, she wouldn’t mind at all.”  

“At least with y/n as your partner we won’t have to be yelling across the gym for the two of you to stop locking lips.” 

Another record scratches in your mind, as you take Sam’s words in, but you don’t let it show, choosing to laugh it off instead, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “So y/n,” Natasha directs, “what do you say?” 

“Sure, I’m in.” 

Your roommate is home before you that afternoon, her form perched on the couch as she watches the latest episode of her favorite show. She turns her head when she hears you come in smile on her face, “Hey you, your home late, good gym session?” You laugh as you drop your bag down, locking the door behind you as you deposit your keys into the glass bowl. “Yeah sorry about that, I got a little caught up with Natasha.” 

You capture your roommates attention, her body jerking in your direction, “Natasha as in – no!” You nod your head as you round the couch plopping down, “You talked to Bucky’s girl, what the hell y/n what happened?” 

“Yes and I did, and no she’s not Bucky’s girl,” you reiterate chuckling at your roommate's reaction at the mention of the redhead not being Bucky’s girl “but rather a part of his competition group, that I have seemingly agreed to join.” 

“y/n,” she squeals jumping across the couch to you, “you joined a competition group?! But how, why, is Natasha really not with Bucky, so you have a chance again!” You laugh moving away from the hand that excitedly swats at you, “I wouldn’t say there’s a chance for me again, but there is a chance for me to compete again.” Your roommate seems to understand what this means for you, her excitement calming as she finds your hands, “that’s wonderful y/n,” she murmurs squeezing your fingers, “and hey remember this isn’t that gym, and they’re not brock.” 

You nod looking down at your entwined hands, “I know they’re not, but what if I see them again, what if I see him?” She’s shaking her head fiercly, “If that time comes, we will face it, but right now you don’t need to worry about that, right now I need you to focus and tell me more about how Natasha is not with Bucky and how we still have a chance!” 

She’s pulling another laugh from you, her hands untangling from yours to pull you to her side, the two of you melting into the couch as you recall your morning return to the gym. 

#bucky x reader #gym crush!bucky #chubby!bucky #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x you #bucky x you #Bucky Barnes au #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfic

[babybadger]

Hey so excited to have another writer in the community! Welcome. Can I please request one in the same universe as the daniels little girl and Lando has just found out his girlfriend is pregnant and panics and runs to Dan for help. So excited to read x

Uncle Dandos been busy

It was Thursday at the track. Media day. The worst day for this to be on Lando’s mind. He had been avoiding Y/N all day and left her to explore the city while he headed to the track, with a promise to meet up with her later.

“Daniel! Daniel! DANIEL! DANIEL OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR IM BREAKING IT DOWN! please please please mate!” Lando shouts as he rattles his fist off of Daniel’s drivers room as soon as he arrived at the track. “Lando babe, baby ric is trynna sleep please stop shouting, Daniel is at the fan meet, where you should be too. What’s going on sweets?” Daniel’s fiancée answers the door with sympathetic eyes. She could sense the stress behind the young drivers eyes. “It’s okay. Just need Daniel, sorry about being loud.” he mutters and scurries away to find his teammate.

Lando spotted Daniel sitting at a table in hospitality a couple hours after the meet and greet and aimed straight for him. Tapping his teammates shoulder he slightly leaned down to take Dan out of his conversation “Please can I talk to you?” he asks softly. Daniel could almost feel how serious Lando was feeling. He was very confused. “Uhh yeah course give me two minutes I’ll meet you in your room?” He asks leaning his head back to look up at his friend. Lando nods and walks away quickly. Daniel looks back at his table and excuses hisself from the other members of the McLaren team.

“Buddy it’s me open up.” Lando was shaking. God please let Daniel be helpful. He was gonna need to text you back at some point. His initial reaction was probably enough to terrify you. Consider both members of the party terrified. Lando opened the door and let Daniel in, who took at seat on the small sofa and gestured for Lando to do the same. However, Lando ignored him and rubbed his hands over his face. “Ughhhh mate i’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up so bad. And Max can’t help me, he doesn’t understand…so then i told him…but he didn’t tell me what..well basically… not basic but…” “LANDO” Daniel shouts to stop his pacing and rambling. “Please tell me what’s going on. Lando sinks down to the sofa next to Daniel. “Y/N is pregnant.”

“Oh buddy that’s amazing! Congrats! Aw baby ric is gonna be so happy to have a little cousin! Heyyyy this is so good!” Daniel exclaims pulling Lando into a hug. “I hope those are happy tears bud what’s going on here?” A hand spread across Landos back as he tries to hide the fact he’s rubbing his tears away. “I don’t know how to be a dad. You make it look so normal to have a kid in the paddock and juggle a family life. Me and Y/N still struggle with distance even nowadays and then you put a kid in that and I just don’t know how we will cope.” The tears continued to flow from Landos face as he commented “God this is so embarrassing sorry I just don’t know who to turn to who’s been in my position and you weren’t married when you had a baby when you were on the grid so i thought you might understand.” Lando looked at Daniel with hope in his eyes. “Lando mate you’re rambling. This is fucking amazing. You have no idea how mesmerising it is to hold your baby for the first time and see your partner go through so much pain just to bring you both so much joy. Put it this way, do you love Y/N?” Lando looked at the older guy like he’d grown a second head. “Ofcourse I do muppet I love her so freaking much.” Daniel smiled at love he could see in Landos eyes. “Then there is no need to be worried. All your doing is multiplying the love you two have. Plus if you leave her with this baby or don’t step up as a dad, I will quite literally never speak to you again.” Lando laughs and pushes Dan’s shoulder. “Leaving her was never an option I just don’t know how to talk to her about it.”

Just as Lando finished speaking there was a gentle knock at the door. “Lando babe sorry to interrupt, I know I’m early and I was gonna come later but Isa and Charlotte are here and we had food and drinks but anyway can I use your toilet?” Y/N peaked her head in. “I was gonna try stay away when they said you two were talking but you know my fear of public toilets.” Y/N giggled and made her way across the room to the attached toilets when Lando gestured her in.

Turning back to Daniel who had made his way to the door, Dan began to give his final words of wisdom. “She’s as much a rambler as you, good luck to that poor baby. They are lucky to have you as parents though. You’re a big kid yourself. Make sure she knows you want this baby and that it isn’t a burden. She didn’t do this alone and she can’t ever feel like she’s in it alone. You love her and you love the fact you have a family with her now. Constantly remind her.” He says with the door wedged open and him slowly sliding out.

Lando can here Daniel and his partner talking in the background. “Ever the romantic babe aren’t you. I love you” he heard daniels fiancée telling him. The sound of you coughing in his bathroom snaps him out of it and across the room. “Babe you okay?” he asks leaning on the door. The snap of the lock lets him know the door is open and he slowly peaks his head in and sees you hunched over the toilet bowl. “Aw baby you could’ve told me that’s why you came in here.” He says crouching down behind you and rubbing your back before adjusting the claw clip in your hair to keep it all off your face.

“I’m sorry” you softly whisper and tears stream down your face now instead of his. “I’m sorry I trapped you in this mess. I know your career is really important and this wasn’t in the plan but I can’t get rid of this baby. Not when I love you and them so much.” you sigh and slump back into his chest.

“Hey hey nooo no way would I ever even think about telling you to . This baby is gonna be so loved.” You smiled back at him softly, your eyes still glazed with tears. “We’re gonna have a baby.” You whisper to him like it’s the first time he’s found out all over again. “We’re gonna have the sweetest baby, darling” He replies pulling you back into him and remaining on the bathroom floor in a hug.

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