#this is the best thing I’ve ever made I’ve peaked here I think

[eerieechos]

Haters will see a traumatized young girl and b like: why isn’t she acting in a logical and reasonable manner???? n then praise male characters for the exact same behavior

#alternate title: Live Sansa Reaction #sansa stark #game of thrones #george rr martin #sophie turner #asoiaf #GoT #a song of ice and fire #westeros #hbo #art #my art #drawing #portrait #fanart #artists on tumblr #fantasy #traditonal art #realism #small artist #i genuinely have no idea how I made this I blacked out and this was on the sketchbook page #this is the best thing I’ve ever made I’ve peaked here I think

[gay-dorito-dust]

hellooo, your writing is amazing so far i love it 🫶🏼

Could you do one for Hobie x fem reader, where the reader is friends with SpiderPunk AND Hobie. But she doesn’t know they’re the same person. And one day lovergirl rants about her fat ah crush on Hobie to him??

First off, thank you for enjoining my writing, I try my best with what working brain cells I have left 🤣

Ooh I love this idea very much! But I might make it a two parter cuz I defiantly went off request…oops…

Part 2

You were just minding your business, chilling on the roof top of an abandoned apartment complex, mind a million miles elsewhere on a certain somebody when a flash of red and blue caught your eye and before you knew it; you company of one had became a company of two.

‘Heya Spidey, how are things?’ You greeted.

He shrugs, ‘the usual but what about you lil missis,’ he playfully nudges you, ‘head so far off into the clouds I’m actually feeling a little neglected over here.’ You laughed, shoving him away by his arm. ‘Oh come off it, will you? I just been thinking about this guy I’ve liked for a while now.’ You admitted and Hobie’s interest was immediately peaked.

For as long as he knew you, Hobie could barely remember the last time you had ever admitted to him in fancying someone, besides from a couple of incidences from way back that ended up backfiring; but other then that, you kinda made it a point not to talk about it, maybe in due to him thinking that whoever you did fancy at the time weren’t worth the effort you’d give had you perused them. You had often called him overprotective whenever you tell him about your crush of the week but Hobie would defend himself by saying he was merely looking out for you and didn’t want you getting hurt by some douchebag.

‘You don’t have to defend me from everything Hobie,’ you once told him as you were patching him up from beating the breaks off of your last crush because they were chatting shit about you behind your back, ‘whilst as sweet as it is but you can’t always be there to look out for me.’

‘Watch me.’ He replied, his view remaining completely unchanged. You sighed, knowing that once Hobie’s mind was made up, nothing you nor anyone else could do to change that. He was an akin to that of an immovable object when it came to his beliefs and views and it was amongst the many things you adored and admired about him most.

‘Oh yeah? And who’s the lucky guy?’ He asked casually leaning back on his arms, watching as you brought your knees close to your chest before resting your chin upon them as your eyes gaze out at nothing in particular; something Hobie noticed you often do when you were particularly in your feelings and needed something to hold onto and ground yourself before you became adrift in your own sea of emotions. It was cute to see you tucked in on yourself so tightly that he couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that you couldn’t see how dopey he must’ve looked beneath his mask.

‘Hobie. Hobie Brown.’

He blinked twice, nah, he must’ve heard that wrong, surely, his hearing must be going all scewiff.

‘Hobie Brown.’ He said his own name as though it was the first time he was ever saying it. Upon seeing the way your shoulders drop and your body becoming at ease upon hearing his name, along with the way you smiled gently and how your eyes seemed to beam with newfound light which all had only helped In affirming to Hobie that he did indeed hear you the first time. ‘What is it about the guy that’s got you all up in knots?’ He asked, trying to act as though you didn’t just indirectly admitted that you’ve got a crush on him to him.

‘Where do I start.’ You started, unable to fight against your own feelings that were swelling up within your chest when an image of Hobie appeared in the forefront of your mind, he was sat on your bed, eyes closed as he allowed himself to get lost within his guitar rifts, his calloused fingers expertly transitioned from chord to chord as it were muscle memory. ‘He’s just so cool and awesome and so forthright and opinionated in his views and beliefs that he’s not afraid to back down from a fight should it come down to it.’ You tell him with a sense of fondness in your voice.

Hobie was quick to notice how your hand fiddle with one of the many handmade pins he’s made you that you always paired up with any and every outfit you ever wore, even if they styles did clash but you didn’t seem to care; Whatever the reason for you reaching for the pins were, whether it’d be out of a need to feel out the closest thing you had in regards to him or it was just something you did out of habit, made Hobie warm within his chest that soon spread throughout his body. ‘Sounds like me and this Hobie guy are more alike then I originally thought.’

Your fingers stopped their fiddling and you suddenly looked at him as though you were just now realising something with the way your eyes bore into him, Hobie thought that you might’ve developed the ability to see through the mask that withheld his identity and into him, so much so that he couldn’t help but make a comment on it, ‘stare at me any harder sweetheart and your stare might burn right through my mask.’ You must’ve been deep into your thinking as you didn’t seem to have noticed that he had spoken at all and Hobie was starting to think that he might’ve been too relaxed with you as Spider-Man that you might have started to have it pieced together in your mind; after all you were smart, more so then what you give yourself credit for.

‘Now that you’ve mentioned it you and Hobie do share some of the same attributes and habits, I’m also pretty sure your similar height wise and even though your mask muffled your voice, it fills me with a sense of familiarity that it’s hard for me to put a finger on.’ You said as you leaned closer to him until you were partially merely a breath away from each other. Hobie didn’t know he was holding in a breath until you shrugged ‘but I could just be grasping at a straws, so I won’t dwell on it as much.’ and moved away from him back to your previous position.

As much as he would’ve loved to have you figure out his identity on your own terms. Hobie would prefer it best if he were the one to reveal himself to you but the moments where he wanted to never felt right and he didn’t want to you in danger by doing so, but he knew that there’d come a time where he would be greeted with a choice in wether to tell you the truth as to who he was or continue living like he has currently and potentially loose your trust because of his lack of transparency; Hobie couldn’t bear to think of loosing your trust but just as he has always done since becoming your friend, he was merely looking out for you and for your safety as they were always his top priorities.

#spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv imagine #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown imagines #hobie brown x you #hobie brown imagine #hobie x reader #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader

[wlntrsldler]

Hiiiiii!!!! I love Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine!! Can I get Jamie Tartt to apple pie?

apple pie | jamie tartt

based on the song apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

description: jamie gets insecure sometimes, but having you with him helps.

pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (f!reader she/her)

warnings: lots of kissing, self-doubt, insecurities, mention of jamie's dad

word count: 2631

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When Jamie first got into a relationship with you, he knew that both of your busy schedules would pose a problem down the road. With his football career seemingly reaching new peaks every season and your acting career taking off after being cast in what is being called “the film that revived the dying genre of romantic comedies,” the amount of time you get to spend with each other decreased significantly since the start of your relationship. 

You first met Jamie halfway through his returning season at AFC Richmond. You met him at a birthday dinner party for a friend of a friend where you relentlessly teased him for his ridiculous, but outstanding performance, on Lust Conquers All. You had originally praised him for it when you were fully under the impression that he was putting on an act. You didn’t find out that he was just being his prick-ish self, albeit his younger prick-ish self, until about four months into your relationship when he embarrassedly admitted it to you. That’s how you found yourself rewatching the entire season together on his couch until 2 hours before Roy knocked on his door for his training session. 

At first, Jamie thought you were making fun of him. His insecurities would still peek in here and there and sometimes he couldn’t help but worry that you’d see him as nothing more than a dumb footballer like everyone else does. He quickly realized, though, that while you were losing your mind laughing at how he acted in the show, making fun of him was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“Why’d ya wanna watch this shit anyways?” he grumbled, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. “It’s just poopy. ‘M not even like that anymore.” 

“I know,” you sat up, pausing the show when you heard his voice crack. You knew the tone of Jamie’s voice when he was cracking jokes and when he was happy, and this voice wasn’t one or the other. You turned your body to face him, “I know you aren’t like this anymore, I just thought it would be funny.” 

“I dunno, I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to me.” 

“What doesn’t?” you questioned. “Why I want to watch it?” 

“Yeah,” Jamie replied. His eyes were looking at everything but at you. He was playing with the threads of the blanket loosely draped over his legs. He rubbed his nose with his balled-up fist. “Why does it matter how I was before you? I’m better now, yeah? Unless you don’t think so...” 

“Oh, love,” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You were so engrossed in the episode on the TV that you didn’t realize how uncomfortable Jamie was feeling about the whole situation. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention to how you were feeling about this. We can stop watching it.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He hummed, tugging on your hoodie to pull you closer to him. “I just don’t want you to see how I used to be and realize you don’t want to be with a prick like that, even if I have changed, you know? I don’t know… I just thought that with ya, I’d have a fresh start.” 

“Jamie Tartt, enough of that now,” You took over being the big spoon, which made Jamie nuzzle into your neck contently, “You have changed. You’re an amazing man and the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I only wanted to watch this show because it’s such a shitty show that it’s nice to just unwind. When I watch this Jamie on the screen, my brain can’t even comprehend that it’s you.” 

“You don’t think I’m a prick anymore, yeah?” Jamie asked again, hoping that he’d get a confirmation, “Like you wouldn’t leave me over that?”

You’ve learned over the past few months things about Jamie– one of which is that he needs to be told positive things or else he’d spiral. The thing is, if you could go into his mind and turn off that control box that spews self-doubt and insecurities to him, you would do it in a heartbeat. But since you can’t, you were more than happy to shower him with love and adoration in hopes that your voice can drown the rest of them out. 

“Never,” you placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. “You’d have to work a hell of a lot harder to get rid of me.” 

“I’m working double overtime just so you’d keep me, love,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand reached for the remote to turn the TV off to leave you both in the glow of the floor lamp in his living room. 

“You don’t have to work hard for that.” 

Jamie had gotten used to having you around his flat. He would leave for 4 AM training with Roy with you on his bed, often naked, then return at around 6:30 AM to shower and join you back in bed for another hour before you woke up. He’d wake up for the second time that day with you drawing patterns on his chest and a soft smile on your face. He’d lean over and place a loving kiss on your lips and he’d feel prepared to start the day. 

You were filming a show in London for three months, which meant that for three months, this was Jamie’s life. In between projects, you stayed at his place. For two weeks after the wrap party, you came home to him, visited him at the facility, and went to all the team outings, home games, and away games with him. He was with you 24/7 and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t realize how he took it for granted until filming ended.

Three weeks ago, you flew to New York City to begin filming another movie. With training and games, Jamie hasn’t been able to take time off to visit you, and with filming just starting, you couldn’t fly back to Richmond either. 

Jamie was doing fine– as fine as someone can be when their daily routine was abruptly disrupted. He was proud of you. The premise of the movie seemed perfect for you and was a seamless continuation of the romantic comedy trend you were on. People were buzzing for your next project, especially after your last one was so well received. He was so proud of you…. But he also missed you. 

During the three weeks that you were gone, you and Jamie still texted each other constantly and FaceTimed everyday, despite the crazy time difference. He wanted to make it work, and so did you, so you did what you could to stay in touch. While not being able to hold you and kiss you for three weeks was killing Jamie, he was glad he was still able to spend time with you. Things didn’t get to Jamie until Jan Maas made an off-handed comment about it.

All of them were packing up after training, feeling extremely antsy with the Man City match on the horizon, Jamie especially. There were a lot of things on his mind, including the possibility of seeing his father, who he hadn’t seen since Wembley, and playing against his old team was always a trip. In short, he wasn’t feeling his best and the fact that you weren’t nearby made it worse. 

“Jamie, we have not seen Y/N in a while,” Sam noted, “Is everything okay with you two?” 

“She’s filming a movie in New York, bruv,” Isaac replied before Jamie could speak, “Right, Tartt?” 

Jamie nodded, putting his shirt over his head, “Yeah. She’ll be gone for a few months, at least.” 

“I do not know how you’re gonna survive, Jamie,” Jan Maas said. “You are so clingy when it comes to her. I don’t think you can make it all those months.” 

The rest of the team chuckled at Jan’s teasing tone, but Jamie furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Was he clingy? He frowned as he continued to put his things away. He picked up his phone from his cubby, smiling when he received a few messages from you while he was at training. As he was about to respond, Jan’s comment made him stop in his tracks. 

Maybe it would be best to let you have a night to yourself. You had a life outside of him and you deserve to be able to live it without having him cling to you all the time. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, slipping his phone in his back pocket, before walking out of the locker room to head to his place. 

When you woke up to no text from Jamie, you assumed that he was just worn out from training and didn’t have the energy to reply. You’ve seen the intense training he went through, so you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. But as the day went on and there was still no word from Jamie– you’d even checked the timezone clock on your phone to make sure you weren’t being unreasonable– you began to worry. FaceTime calls went unanswered and instead, you were met with the Apple automated response, “Sorry, can’t talk right now.” 

To: lover boy <3

“Hi, love. Got some exciting news, you free to chat? Xx” 

By the time you were boarding the plane to Manchester, Jamie still hadn’t texted you back. After begging the producers to give you a week off filming, they finally agreed. You asked for this week in particular, knowing that you wanted to be there for Jamie for the Man City match. There was a lot on the line for Jamie and you wanted to be there for him no matter what happened. 

The entire plane ride back to England was filled with dread and anxiety. It wasn’t like Jamie to not respond. Unless he was at a game, training, or sleeping, but even then he had a special ringtone for you that wakes him up whenever you called, he always replied to your messages as soon as possible. When you landed, everything that could go wrong went wrong. Your plane was stuck on the tarmac for an hour because there were problems with the gate. Your luggage got delayed which left you sitting at baggage claim for another 45 minutes. When you finally arrived at the hotel the team was staying at– shoutout to Ted for being yours and Jamie’s number one supporter and telling you where they were staying– Jamie was nowhere to be found. 

You dragged your luggage to Jamie’s room, plopping on the bed tiredly. You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:28 PM. Ted mentioned that there was a 10 PM curfew so you hoped that tonight was not one of the nights where Jamie decided to break the rules. Ted also mentioned that Jamie has not been himself lately, which did nothing to soothe your panic. You hopped in the shower to rinse yourself from the long day you’ve had. You did your night routine and dug into Jamie’s bag to retrieve his AFC Richmond hoodie. Before putting it on, you held it up to your nose, sighing as your senses were filled with Jamie. You missed him. 

It was 9:57 PM when you heard the door unlock. You were on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on social media, when you saw him. You sat up, shutting your phone off. He walked in with his head low. His shoulders were hunched over a bit, but he looked okay. He looked better than how Ted described him. 

He kicked off his shoes, before looking at you on his bed, startled. His eyes widened, first in fear that there was someone in his room, then in surprise that it was you in his room. His lips curved down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed in sadness. 

“Baby,” you whispered, moving to the side of the bed to make room for him. 

Jamie knew that he needed to not be clingy. He didn’t want to bother you too much. He was trying to be cool. But when you called him “baby,” with that voice, in his hoodie on his bed, his resolve crumbled to pieces.

He ran to you, nearly tackling you off the bed when he engulfed you in his arms. He buried his face in your neck, a mix of your lotion and the cologne he sprays on his clothes surrounding him. You cradled the back of his head, mumbling how much you missed him into his shoulder. Jamie could cry. He hasn’t seen you in so long, but here you are now. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he finally pulled away from you. He couldn’t stray too far though. His arm was still wrapped around you while you cuddled into his side. “I thought you were in New York.” 

“Well, if you bothered to answer my texts,” you trailed off, faking a voice of sadness. You poked his side, “You would’ve seen that I had exciting news. The producers gave me a week off after begging them since I first got to New York and this week is perfect because I know tomorrow’s match is gonna be a lot for you. I wanted to be here for you, whatever the outcome is.” 

“Oh.” Jamie was speechless. Here he was ignoring you like a prick while you were planning to come back just to be here for him. He didn’t deserve you. 

“Yeah,” you continued, “If tomorrow we celebrate, I’ll be here making sure that you drink enough water so that your hangover the next day won’t be too much. If tomorrow we try to never think about it again, I’ll sit next to you on the bus in silence holding your hand and when we get home we can do the same thing.” 

Home. You were here and he felt like he was home. 

“I missed you so much,” Jamie sighed. He kissed you all over your face, giving your lips extra attention. “‘M sorry if I was bothering you by texting and calling so much over the last few weeks… I just missed you loads and I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Baby, you didn’t text and call me enough,” you played with his hair, running your fingers through the strands. “If it was possible, I would stay on a call with you all day, everyday. Can’t get enough of ya.” 

He smiled, his worries disappearing with every word you said, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, I love you, Jamie Tartt.” You kissed him deeply. “Couldn’t get tired of you even after a million years. Now, catch me up! Tell me everything.” 

Jamie, feeling like himself again, began to tell you everything you missed over the last few weeks– meeting Sam’s father, meeting Ted’s mum, Roy and Keeley, and seeing his mum earlier that night, which is why he came home late. He talked about how a visit to Georgie and Simon helped lift his spirits, and how Georgie was gushing about you and asking him when you’ll come to visit again. 

Then he talked about his fears for tomorrow and everything that’s been piling up on him ever since you left. As he spoke, you rubbed his back comfortingly, a small reminder that you’ll always be here no matter what. 

Jamie knew that he still had a lot of work to do. He knew that his insecurities could get the best of him sometimes and it can cause him to push back on people who love and care about him, but he was trying. You believed in him and that’s all he needed.

#ted lasso fics #ted lasso #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso imagine #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x yn #jamie tartt oneshot #frances writes #frances song fics

[marvelobsessed134]

Kinktober day 8: Overstimulation with Kate Bishop

A/n: catching up on all the kinktober fics! They might be a bit short but at least they’re something.

Pairings: Best friend!Kate Bishop x Fem!Virgin!reader

Warnings: overstimulation (for a virgin at least), vibrator use, kind of pervy!kate, dom!kate, sub!reader, embarrassed!reader, praise kink, and I think that’s it.

Summary: your friend finds something rather interesting while she’s snooping around in your room.

Kate’s always been…nosy. It’s just in her nature to snoop. Ever since she was a kid when she’d go to friends houses, she’d wait for them to leave for a minute so she could dig through their stuff. Sometimes she got caught, sometimes she didn’t.

This time, Kate was snooping in your room. The two of you have been best friends since highschool, both coming from rich families therefore going to the same high end school.

Not that the two of you acted like it anyway. You guys always act like fools. And that’s the fun thing.

The archer waited for you to go use the bathroom before immediately heading towards the small jewelry box you had on your dresser. She’s curious on what you’re hiding inside.

She opened it and started digging through the pretty necklaces and bracelets before stumbling upon something that really peaked her interest.

A small bullet vibrator. She smirked and felt herself throbbing as she thought about you using the toy. You aren’t very open about your sex life, she only found out you were a virgin two weeks ago when it spilled out of your mouth because you were playing truth or drink and was already so drunk. The brunette has always had a crush on you. And she’s been fantasizing about all the things she wants to do to you.

“Kate, I’m ba-“ you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what she was holding up. Your face immediately turned red, your facial expression mortified.

Your best friend turned to you with a calm smile, “What’s this little contraption doing in here? Kind of unsanitary if you ask me.”

“I- um- I- it’s a- uh-“

“Vibrator.” She finished for you and you nodded.

“Have you ever used it?” Kate asked calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world. You didn’t respond which prompted her to walk over to you and lightly grip your jaw.

“I asked you a question.”

The authority she had over you and the tone of her voice made you weak in the knees. Your face now bright red, you responded, “Yeah but- I’ve never cum. I- I always stop because it feels overwhelming.”

Her lips pouted in sympathy, “poor thing, you’ve never experienced the pleasure that is an orgasm? Don’t worry. I can show you if you’d like.”

You don’t know how you decided to nod your head and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. You kissed her back, having already known how to kiss someone, you’re a virgin, not stupid.

“Come and lie down here baby.” The archer said sweetly. You laid down on your bed, and watched as she positioned herself between your legs before pulling your jeans and panties down.

“Already so wet?” She teased before powering on the vibrator and slowly pressing it to your clit. Your mouth opened wide and you couldn’t help but scream.

She rubbed it up and down and between your folds. She rubbed it in deep circles on your sensitive bud.

“Oh god ah!” You screamed.

“So sensitive. Though that makes sense since you’ve never been fucked before.”

You squirmed underneath her as she continued her assault on your pussy.

“Ohhhh no Kate stop! Stop! It’s too much. Too much! I can’t take it! Ahhh!!!”

“Shh, you can take it it’s ok. Come on baby it’s gonna feel so good.” Her words soothed you and she rubbed it faster and harder on your clit. You felt that itchy, overwhelming sensation that both felt so good and so overstimulating.

You brain was getting fuzzy, you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Katieeeee!”

“Good girl come on you can do it. Just take it ok sweet girl?”

Your eyes were shut tightly as you gripped the sheets. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh, oh….!!!!”

You felt like you were going to explode, and just like that you released all your sweet juices. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” You sighed.

Kate took some of your cum with her fingers and sucked them into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, I knew you tasted good.”

#marvel x reader #marvel #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #kinktober #marvel smut #top!kate bishop #smutty fanfic

[phoenixkaptain]

A story like Thousand Autumns is very subtle in its romance.

Shen Qiao has only ever known his sect. He knows it very well, because of this fact. He knows the people, he knows the rules, he knows the daily doings and who is doing them. He knows every blade of grass and every stone. He’s like a lonely mountain flower, on the highest peak, unseen by any but a few birds and unknowing that there’s more it might never know.

When he finds himself away from his sect for the first time, he’s confused. At most, he’s gone to the base of the mountain, maybe the fields surrounding that, but no further. The flower was plucked and tossed aside.

For a man stumbling blindly in the world, literally and figuratively, there really isn’t a better guide than one that knows just about everything. And that’s, without a doubt, Yan Wushi.

Yan Wushi has lived longer than Shen Qiao, has been more places than Shen Qiao, and has fought more battles than Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi is the perfect example of something out of reach even for someone out of reach. He’s the only one who could answer any questions asked of him, but especially the questions that Shen Qiao would want to ask him.

And there’s no question in my mind that Yan Wushi doesn’t fall for Shen Qiao at first sight, but he’s certainly attracted to him. Not in an overtly sexual or emotional way, but Yan Wushi, the way his character is set up? It’s impossible for him not to be fascinated by Shen Qiao.

He knows Shen Qiao is the very picture of a peerless immortal. He’s well aware that Shen Qiao is considered untouchable by even the people closest to Shen Qiao. He’s most aware that Shen Qiao is Qi Fengge’s (coughhndisputedcough) favourite disciple, and honestly that’s enough for him to overwhemingly want to mess with Shen Qiao.

There are a lot of reasons for Yan Wushi to fall for Shen Qiao. Most of the people in the novel fall for Shen Qiao, after all, there is a precedent.

But the one I’ve seen questioned is Shen Qiao’s affection for Yan Wushi. Where does it come from? When did it start? Does Shen Qiao even fucking like that asshole?

The easy answer is: yes, he does. The novel tells us that. Shen Qiao, despite everything, does fall for Yan Wushi’s, um, “charms” in the end. This is made clear.

But why? A thousand voices cry out. Why the fuck would any reasonable person like Yan goddamn Wushi in any capacity?

Well, there’s your first mistake. Shen Qiao is not a reasonable person.

Shen Qiao as a character is absolutely terrifying. He could absolutely destroy the world given half the inclination, but he just doesn’t want to. He’s already considered unmatched before he’s pushed unceremoniously off of a mountain, and his journey only increases his strength. He isn’t quite equal to Yan Wushi, but he’s the only person Yan Wushi ever sees as equal to himself.

Shen Qiao’s best and worst trait is his patience. He’s unwavering. He really just embodies taoism, especially as it’s presented in the novels. He is the picture of a river that doesn’t stray from its path.

Which is why it’s hard for him to reconcile his own attraction to Yan Wushi, but let’s all be clear here. Yan Wushi absolutely starts seducing Shen Qiao on day fucking one. If he could’ve (if Qi Fengge hadn’t been there) he would’ve tried to eat that cabbage when it was just a little sprout. Shen Qiao is unpracticed in most social interactions, to be frank, but he’s especially unused to romance and Yan Wushi really is his first introduction to being hit on.

Yan Wushi is far from good, at really any point, to anybody but especially to Shen Qiao. But that doesn’t particularly matter because Shen Qiao chooses to forgive him, again and again. And I really think, after giving Shen Qiao to a confirmed terrible, awful person who has already promised to do terrible thing to Shen Qiao, that Shen Qiao himself wouldn’t forgive literally anyone else for doing that. And he shouldn’t, because it was really fucked up, but that still doesn’t matter because Shen Qiao ultimately DOES forgive Yan Wushi.

What am I saying? I’m saying that Shen Qiao fell for Yan Wushi first. It is the only way the story makes any sense. Shen Qiao is annoyed at him, he’s furious at him, he’s so fucking pissed he could kill that man, but he likes him. He likes Yan Wushi’s company. He likes that Yan Wushi gives him a challenge. He’s exasperated, but he likes it.

Shen Qiao forgives Yan Wushi SO MANY TIMES. Yan Wushi humiliates him and mocks him and is the absolute worst, but Shen Qiao forgives him and more than that, Shen Qiao always is waiting for Yan Wushi to come back to bother him more.

Is there more to Shen Qiao’s attraction? Probably. Is it a daddy kink? It could be. But I honestly can’t help but read it as Shen Qiao falling for the absolute pits of a man that is Yan Wushi. Shen Qiao likes that old bastard and decides to spend the rest of his life with the fucker and he is just too much of a block of ice to show it.

#thousand autumns #qian qiu #shen qiao #yan wushi #yanshen #long post #it’s been a while so #extra long post #the inane ramblings of a madman #listen i realize that this is an unpopular reading #but the story just makes more sense #if you read it as shen qiao coming to terms with his own terrible taste in men #there are so many other who shen qiao could have with just a thought #but he has the worst taste in men known to man #and qi fengge KNEW #and that’s whY QI FENGGE ENCOURAGED HIM TO STAY ON THE MOUNTAIN #IT’S ALL CONNECTED #look i promise it’s all connected i promise #just look at my corkboard and you’ll see it- #xiao qiao er asked qi fengge who that handsome guy was #and qi fengge immediately planned how to make it so his precious baby would never ever leave #qi fengge has suffered for so long without us knowing #but i uncovered it #🫡 you’re welcome #how much sleep did you get last night kacie? #about fifteen

[findmeintheferns]

⭒ love me rough

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: ellie has always been so soft & gentle with you, until today. after a rough day on patrol you see a side to her that you didn’t realise was there all along & it feels so good

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: ellie williams x reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: pet names, rough smut, angst, strap, begging, etc, not proofread// i’ve had sm writers block MINORS DNI

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: approx 1.8k

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You knew you were lucky, because while others slaved away on patrol trying not to be brutally murdered, you spent your days in Jackson’s garden making sure all the fruits, veggies & plants were happy and healthy. You loved your life, but you couldn’t help feeling a little guilty watching people return all beaten and bruised when the hardest thing you did that day was try and revive a tomato plant. The thing you hated the most though was that one of those people happened to be Ellie, your girlfriend. You had been dating for over a year now, she was the first person you ever truly loved and trusted. It wasn’t easy seeing her covered in blood after a long day or trying to pick the prickles out of her face after Shimmer got spooked & knocked her off into a bush. Whenever she returned from patrol you really did try your best to hide your concern, but Ellie always saw right through you.

“I’m okay baby, really I am” she’d say, pulling you onto her lap and cradling your face like you were the one who had been out killing infected all day. She was selfless and kind like that, to you at least. Today, however, was different. You had been home for a few hours, trying to make the space as clean as possible so Ellie would be able to relax as soon as she got back. You were dozing off on the couch when suddenly the door slammed open and Ellie stormed in, heading straight towards the bathroom.

“Baby?” you called out, confused as she rarely acted like this. You made your way over to the door and peaked in, Ellie had removed her top and was washing the blood off her chest in the sink. It was hard not getting distracted by the sight of her. Her rough hands gripping vanity as she bent over the sink, highlighting her toned back muscles in the process. She was incredibly attractive, but now wasn’t the time to get hung up on that. You gently push the door open and move to wrap your arms around her waist, leaning your head onto her back.

“You okay?” you hum softly. Ellie turns around and wraps you in her arms.

“I’m sorry, today has been so fucking annoying” she groaned, rolling her head back to face the ceiling.

You gently rub circles on her back as you look up at her, “Wanna talk about it?”

Ellie’s eyes shift down to you with a look you don’t really recognise, she was filled with…hunger?

“No, actually. I don’t want to talk.” She utters, grabbing your waist and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around her.

“I want to fuck you until the only thing I can think about is how good you feel, that okay with you?”

You pause momentarily, taken back but her behaviour but also incredibly turned on. You nod, unsure of what to say.

“Good” Ellie mutters, roughly carrying you out of the bathroom. Once you reached the bed she tossed you down, removing all your clothes quicker than what you thought was humanly possible, but she wasn’t done. She flipped you over, conveniently putting you in her favourite position, doggy.

“Stay there” She demands, walking away on a desperate mission to find something. You knew exactly what she was looking for and your pussy ached at the thought.

After rustling through multiple draws a soft “Here we go.” escapes her lips, you try to turn your head around to see her discovery however she puts you in your place instantly, “Nuh ah princess, you don’t get to look yet”. You would always pretend you hated that nickname, although you weren’t fooling anyone. You heard Ellie pull off her jeans followed by the sound of pulling and clicking. Her footsteps drew closer and before you knew it, she was behind you gripping your ass.

“You know how I’m about to fuck you, don’t you?” she spat “Such a pretty girl, you look so beautiful”. Listening to Ellie speak made you so incredibly aroused you temporarily lost the ability to form words, so instead you nodded intently.

“You know how much I love seeing you bent over like that. Fuck you’re soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet” you groan at her words, trying to grind up against her but being met with a hard strap teasing your entrance.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m still going to warm you up first” Ellie smirks, pulling your panties to the side. She teases your clit causing soft moans to exit your mouth uncontrollably. Suddenly you feel her fingers fill you up. It was rough and abrupt but still felt so good. Your whole body fills with a heavenly intense tingling sensation. You grasp the sheets, groaning Ellie’s name as she fucks you.

“I think that’s enough” she spits, and before you get a second to process Ellie is thrusting the purple strap-on inside you. You throw your head down against the bed, grasping at whatever you can as you let out muffled moans.

“Good girl, taking it so well for me.” Ellie groans as she claws onto your ass, pounding you over and over. Your head was fuzzy from the intensity, but it felt so fucking addicting. Ellie thrusted even harder, hitting your g-spot in the process.

“F-fuck Ellie right there, FUCK right there” you slur, taken over by the pleasure.

“That good yeah baby? You like when I fuck you rough huh?” You were drunk on Ellie’s words, getting closer & closer to climaxing every second.

“Tell me how good I make you feel Princess.” You wanted to please Ellie so bad but you couldn’t get yourself to function enough to form a sentence. Instead loud moans escaped your mouth.

“Come on, use your words or I’ll stop” she grunted.

“F-feels, feels so good Ellie. You fuck me so good.” you mumble.

You always knew Ellie loved hearing you talk while she fucked you, and this was once again proven because the second you opened your mouth her thrusts became sloppy and she let out a low (and incredibly attractive) moan.

Suddenly Ellie was flipping you over so that you were now facing her. She took in your appearance, you were wrecked. Your once neat braids were falling out, stray fly always galore. It looked like you had heavily applied blush on your cheeks and the bridge of your nose when it reality, you’d just be fucked really good. Ellie drooled at how beautiful you looked, no matter how messy.

“I want to look at you while you cum, okay baby?” Ellie whispered, her gentleness almost starting to show again.

You nodded in response, barely able to keep your eyes open. One of Ellie’s arms was pinning your hand down and the other moved down towards your clit. Still thrusting into you, Ellie’s thumb began to press fast circles against your clit. You were used to her starting slow, so it was a little overstimulating, but you didn’t mind. Her pace continued to pick up and you knew you weren’t going to be able to last long.

Fuck. You kinda wish you were able to last longer than this “Mm gonna cum” you mumble.

Suddenly Ellie abruptly stops & you looked up at her frustrated.

“Beg.” she spits

Flustered and confused, you just continue to look up at her and for some reason, this really pissed her off, “Beg, otherwise I’m not letting you finish.” Ellie orders, pinning both your hands above your head.

You understood now, “Please Els, don’t stop” you groan.

“Not good enough.” she uttered “Try again.”

“Please baby, fill me up again. I want to feel you inside me as I finish.” You frown, desperately missing the way she felt.

“Much better” she smirks, moving her hand down to your clit & roughly thrusting back inside you. You were impressed by her multitasking.

You gasp, dragging your nails down her back driving Ellie crazy.

“You know how much I love it when you do that. Fuck.” she grunted, picking up her pace.

You always tried to be reasonably quiet, there were families nearby, but you had lost all control at this point. You moaned over and over as she thrusted again and again, harder each time.

“Oh shit.” She blurted “Fuck.”

Ellie tightly grabbed onto the headboard, throwing her head back. She was so incredibly attractive, her mouth gaped open & her eyes screwed shut. Was she about to…cum? She had never finished while fucking you with the strap before. The thought of her pleasure tipped you over the edge and you came hard, groaning Ellie’s name at the same time.

“Good girl baby, good girl finish for me.” Ellie spluttered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck you feel so good. I’m so close ugh.”

Ellie dropped her head, panting. You assumed holding her position probably took alot of stamina, but you were far too much of a bottom to know first hand. Having already finished, her sloppy thrusts almost hurt from how sensitive your pussy felt, but you wanted her to cum more than anything so you endured it. Ellie’s nails dug into your hips and you knew it wasn’t going to take much more. Grabbing her neck you pressed rough hickeys into her skin, that was enough to push Ellie over the edge. As she spluttered and groaned you couldn’t help but moan at the sight. You loved making her feel good. After one more intense thrust Ellie rolled off you, flopping down by your side, clearly trying to get her breath back. You scoot closer, admiring the view. Finally she made eye contact with you, pushing your stray hairs behind your ear which made your heart flutter.

“You okay baby, I wasn’t too rough yeah?”

You shook your head, she has no idea how much you enjoyed that.

“You felt amazing” you grinned

“I’ve never cum like that before, shit. Are you sure your okay? I don’t know what happened I just needed to get my anger out and I-”

“Shh babe,” you cut her off, “I’d tell you if I wasn’t okay with it. I wish I’d seen this side of you earlier. I want to make you come like that again.”

Ellie laughed, “Your pussy is going to need a little break bub, let’s shower, I’ll wash your hair.”

And just like that your soft & gentle Ellie was back, you loved every part of her.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #smut #ellie williams x y/n #wlw smut #the last of us hbo #tlou #fanfic #wlw

[loviingpedri]

they caught us - p. gavi

prompt: gavi x gamer!fem!reader. hard launching your relationship on stream

warnings: cursing, grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

inspo for this story ^^

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you were a growing streamer. big in the minecraft and riot games community. you appreciated your fans from the unconditional support. ever since being an exposed barca fan, your platform definitely grew. content was trending to the point where you met the one and only, pablo gavi. his simple message of complimenting you building camp nou in minecraft ended in a few date nights, a lot of kissing, and some risky nights. your fans wanted some player in barca to notice you, but little did you know that you spent your nights with your dream barca player everyday.

exposing your relationship was not in your agenda any time soon. it was the peak of your gaming career and gavi had big plans for the national team. the internet would practically blow up from the news. both of you were not ready for that amount of personal space to be invaded.

it was that time of the day to start your daily stream. it was a good balance of work and relationship. start your stream when gavi is at practice, and end it when he’s at home to solely focus on him.

“hello, hello everyone! welcome to today's stream." waiting a few seconds as more people started joining. “today will be a minecraft stream. i’m thinking of making the barca logo.”

reading the comments blow up by the mention of the club is probably the funniest thing you’ve seen.

“change your shirt on the minecraft skin the jersey of your favorite player. i love that idea, but i don’t really have a favorite player. maybe i’ll do xavi or something.” lying isn’t the best thing to do to your supporters, but personal business is personal business.

after playing for hours and halfway done with the logo, you hear the door opening. “one second guys, i think my roommate is home.” roommate meaning your boyfriend. the plan is really thought out. your best friend occasionally popped into the streams, pretending to be your roommate, and it works. thinking you muted and turned off your camera (which happens often), gavi walks into your gaming room.

“hi gorgeous,” walking in and instantly kissing you made both of you smile. “are you streaming?”

“yeah, i am. i was building the logo. i can show you later when i’m ‘done greeting my roommate’.” making quotation marks with your fingers.

“yeah i’ll sit over here. i’ll just look while you continue playing.” you blew a kiss at him as you put your headset back on.

“alright guys, i’m back. did i miss anything?” your eyes tried to keep up with the chat. it was going faster than usual. you thought it was a raid, but nothing was happening. everyone was going crazy. finally, a donation came through with a message.

read aloud from the automated voice, “viscabarcaaa_11 donated $10 with a message. 'was that gavi you just kissed?’” fuck. gavi quickly sat up from the seat. you realized your camera and microphone was never off. your eyes panning from screen to screen in panic. speechless, you turned red instantly.

you were kissin’ and they caught you whether you like it or not.

you cleared your throat, still don’t know what to say. gavi unplugged your headphones from your pc tower to be able to hear what was going on. he urged you to get up. you had no idea what he was doing, but you just listened.

sitting down, he spoke slow and steady. “hello everyone. this was a very unexpected thing for you. not to mention, an unexpected plan from us. y/n and i have been seeing each other for a few months now. it wasn’t really planned for us to be revealed this early, but thank you for supporting my girlfriend. i am glad to get this off of our chest, because i’ve been wanting to show her off.”

playfully pushing him to the side, “okay thank you for attending this stream, see you tomorrow. love you guys.” making sure you ended the stream fully before giving off a sigh.

“looks like i can show you off now.”

“okay, that’s enough fame for you.”

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author’s note: this story has been sitting in my drafts for months and i’m deciding to complete it on a random weekday.

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #spotify #pablo gavi #gavi #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi x yn #gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barca

[kdogreads]

Imagine being Chibs’ old lady

As ruthless as he can be, he is an absolutely softie just for you

Kisses your fingers one-by-one; your hands; your thighs; your calves; your stomach

Rubs your feet after a long day without you asking; he just slides your legs over his and works out all the tension

Tells you how pretty you are alllll the time: “My beautiful lass” & “Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid me eyes on” & “How d’ye manage lookin’ better everyday?” & “Sorry for starin’ at ya, love, I just cannae believe how goddamn gorgeous you are”

Would literally drop to his knees and worship you happily if you asked, of course you’d never, but he’d do it without a moment’s thought

Talks about you as if you’re a goddess, an angel walking the earth, and not giving a damn if the guys make fun of him for it (though they never would, they think so, too)

If you find a spider in the house

and you ask him to take it outside instead of killing it, he’ll look at you like this…

… and then take it outside. Same goes for any little task you ask for his help on, even if it’s just because you want to see his biceps flex when he lifts something heavy, or his belly peak out from his shirt when he reaches for something high. He pretends to be annoyed by your constant asking, but he loves taking care of you so damn much. He’d do anything you asked with a smile on his face.

Him calling you when the club needs your help

Medical, serving beers, hosting other charters, whatever they need. He’d call you and say:

“Hey baby”

“Hiya, love. Need yer help at the clubhouse. Tigger got bit by a damn doped-up Doberman or some shite. Hell if I know”

“Jesus Christ. Alright, keep him stable. I’ll be there as soon as I can, love”

“Wha’ would we do without ya, my angel?”

“Crash and burn, probably”

“Damn right. Love you, M'annsachd (my blessing)”

“Love you back, my Scotsman”

The club counts on your for so much, and you’re happy to help. That means you get to spend more time with your man and see him in his element. The other guys love you, too, and respect the hell out of you, knowing Chibs wouldn’t think think before chopping their dick off if they ever made a move on you. They tell you how much they appreciate you every chance they get.

THE ENDLESS PET NAMES

Lassie, sweetheart, hen, angel, darling, love; bonnie lass, baby, girlie, lover, sugar

Bonus: Scots Gaelic pet names

M'annsachd (my blessing), mo ghràdh (my love), mo chridhe (my heart), mo leannan (my darling/sweetheart)

After the explosion, you’re by his side every minute

When he comes to here and there during the first few hours, the only thing he mumbles is your name, like he’s desperately searching for your face in an unfamiliar crowd. You squeeze his hands and tell him you’re there, even if he slips back under just after, he knows you’re there. Even when the recovery is hard on him, you’re there to support him in every way you can. The club knows you won’t leave his side and helps fill in the gaps you usually occupy without a second thought. He credits you with his recovery, even though he did it all: “Yer my savior, mo chridhe. Cannae imagine my life wi’out you here, takin’ care o’ me, bringin’ me back ta life. You’ve given me everything. I owe you everything, my angel.”

He is the absolute sweetest with kids, your own or other members’

After Donna, Opie went off the rails and no one else had the means and patience to take care of Ellie and Kenny, so you two took them in.

He would try his best to explain to them where their mom is and that they’ll never be alone.

“Tha’s right, yer ma is heaven, in God’s golden castle, dancin’ ‘n’ singin’ wi’ the angels. You can weep, mo leannan, s’alright. Jus’ means you’ve plenty o’ love left ta give. You’ve a home wi’ us, yer da, yer granddaddy always, loves, ya understand?”

When Abel and Thomas come along, you’re always first to volunteer to watch them. You love seeing your man with the small children, always eager to play silly little games or offer a strong, warm embrace when they take a tumble on the playground.

If you have your own kids together, god, the way he loves them so fiercely but so gently just melts you. He loves to wake up with them in the night, just so he can spend a moment with them in his arms, those big brown eyes staring up at him. You’d give him 10 babies just to see that sparkle in his eye when he holds your child.

The PDA

He’s never shy to show the world how much he loves you.

Kisses on your temple as he passes by, smack on your ass while you stand at the bar, an arm snaking around your waist as you talk to some crow eaters, whistling at you as you walk towards him in the clubhouse (and you put on a little show for him, of course). He’s always finding new ways to show you how much he loves you and your body.

You become a mother figure for the girls

Crow eaters are all there with the hopes of becoming an old lady some day, and they could look at your marriage with Chibs with jealousy, but instead, they admire you. They see the way you have the freedom to do whatever you please and be exactly who you are, while still having a man who worships you just as much as you worship him, and they want that.

You tell them:

“I just got lucky, baby. I couldn’t stop loving him if I tried. You’ll find yours, too, don’t you worry.”

When it comes to the crow eaters, you’ve always known that what happens on the road stays on the road, but Chibs doesn’t even take a second look at any of the girls. He’s loyal to you in every way, even when you’ve told him it’s okay to satisfy his needs with a blowjob here or a handy there. He’d never touch anyone else that way, not without you involved, anyway. 😏

T H E S E X

This man knows how to give you everything you need and more. So much more.

You’ve been together long enough that jealousy or feelings of not being good enough have long gone out the window. You both just want to make each other feel mind-blowing, brain-fogging pleasure. Whether that is with just your two bodies, toys, bringing in thirds (or fourths, fifths…), experimenting with new kinks and locations, Chibs is willing to try anything once as long as you are into it. He’s given you pleasure like you’ve never known and you send him just as high above the earth when it’s your turn to return the favor.

You’re his comfort and his peace

After a long day with the MC, sometimes he just needs you in his arms to remember who he is and why he does it all. He tells you everything you need to know, and you’re smart enough to fill in the gaps. You know he’s done some things that he thinks are irredeemable, but you’re there to remind him he’s a good man. That’s why you love him so much.

Check out My Dove for a sweet, smutty night when he needs some comfort from you (minors please DNI).

Overall, Chibby is just the best partner you could have ever ended up with and he spends every minute of his life reminding you just how loved you are

#chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #soa imagine #kdogreads #chibs imagine #chibs smut #chibs x reader #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #chibs sons of anarchy #soa chibs #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy

[cup1dt3a]

Well, I had an idea for you to do. The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yan! Wally... Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

Tysm for the request! I love this idea I don’t think I’ve seen anyone do it yet but I could be wrong too! Hope you’re doing well or that things get better 🐰!

this hasn’t been spelll checked so sorry for any errors in my writing!

“Hello everyone and welcome back or to my stream! Today I’m looking at this website called “ Welcome Home.” You greeted explaining the website you found while starting your stream.

You’ve been a streamer for a few weeks, but you’ve managed to gain a lot of popularity due to keeping up with the popular topics of the months. And out of nowhere you had found the website “ Welcome Home”. You don’t know how or why it just one day popped up in one of your emails probably from some fan of yours wanting you to review it. Strangest thing about the email was how nothing was said about the website and the email even seemed to be sketchy, but curiosity got the best of you.

So without thinking or whatever had possessed you made you click on the website. For a second the bright colors and themes of the website blinded you as your eyes tried to adjust to it. The bright colors and theme of the website amazed you. As you looked further into it the website explained it was an abandoned puppet studio they had found. And wanted to revive or find out more about the old show that seemed to have been wiped from history.

You’ve heard a few things about the website and it’s fast rise to popularity so it would probably do you some good to check it out. What’s a little curiosity going to hurt?

” There’s glitches in the website?” You questioned as people flooded your comments with all the glitches in the game.

You decided to check them out after previewing the characters information about them. Though one character in particular caught your eye. Wally Darling he was the only character who ever made eye contact with the viewer. Especially in official art or any on the website his large black eyes almost followed you around in a way. It was creepy, but you guessed that might have just been something the maker of the website did.

Little did you know it wasn’t. As the lively black eyes followed you are still peering into your own eyes. Even peaking onto your stream. As you chatted to your so called “chat” about the website.

“ Hello and welcome to or back to my stream!” You said doing your usual intro for your stream.

“ Sorry if the quality is bad! I’ve been having some trouble with my computer, but that won’t stop me.” You announced.

Ever since you went onto the welcome home website you’ve been having technical difficulties with your computer. You’ve rebooted it twice, brought it to someone for repairs, and after all that you were told nothings wrong with it. Now here’s the oddest thing today as you streamed your graphics and everything was fine. No buggs or anything it was fine. Acting as if there wasn’t anything wrong with it for the last week!

“ Well I’ll just end the stream here. Thank you all watching!” You said as you finally ended the stream.

Sighing out you looked at your now glitching computer. You brought your lips to a pout still thinking of what possible way your computer would be fine. How could it be fine if it’s doing this? And what’s with the eyes that would always pop up randomly. The eyes seemed so familiar in a way too. Were you being hacked? This was just starting to get ridiculous. Who and what is doing this shit?!

Your ‘streams’ as you called them were always so interesting. He’s never really seen anything like this and you even do it for a living? A very fun job in his opinion! To just info dump, review, and give your own input on whatever you were doing sounded like a dream.

As you talked he couldn’t help but become mesmerized with your voice. It was just so addictive to just watch you all day doing your streams without a care in the world. Especially as his dark eyes watched your face contort into so many different emotions. Whether it be anger, sadness, disgust, or even adoration all of them looked so beautiful on your beautiful face. He looked forward to watching you ever day. In a way you could say he was your number one fan because he was always the first one to watch your streams every day.

But once they ended he still had front row seats to his next favorite stream. What you did when the camera was off. This was when you didn’t put on your little persona for the camera and everything was just artificially you. He loved this part of you the most. Even if you didn’t know he was there he always was watching you. You were all his thoughts had clouded over with. A fog of nothing but your sweet face saying his name in admiration just as he hoped to someday say to you.

Oh, how he just yearned to be with you! But not yet, no it’s not time. Not yet…

Tysm for reading this hope you’re alll doing well or that things are getting better!

sincerely- Cup1dT3a💖

#welcome home wally x reader #wally #wally darling #welcome home x reader #wally darling welcome home #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #gender neutral reader

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Vampire girlfriend pt 2

Summary: You go on the mission with Nat and of course it’s going really well, afterwords Wanda is all too happy to see you again, although when you end up back in isolation Wanda has to get you out and take you away somewhere, luckily you know the perfect place to go

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ mentions of smut, Wanda being an emo baby, swearing, vampire, blood lmk if I’ve missed any

Words: 2000+

A/n: here’s my part two! Will probably make a part 3 then this will be done, I’m getting back to Venom reader soon, please enjoy!

"Y/n I swear the fucking god you better behave before I cut you into little pieces" Nat growled at you when you started messing around in the quinjet trying to distract the assassin "awh come on Nat this thing has auto pilot, how about we have some fun?"

Nat spun her head around to you "aren't you with Wanda? Pretty sure she'd kill me"

"Oooh so you're thinking about it? I won't tell Wanda if you don't" you pulled Nat's spiny chair around leaning over her "maybe you could join Wanda and I in bed? She's really good at following instructions, especially on her knees" Nat hadn't moved but you had moved closer to the woman's face

"So? Do you want to do it in this plane?" You lent forward to kiss her but a swift kick to your stomach stopped you from that "oof! Fuck Nat, you've got some kick on you, good to know when I corner you later" you winked pulling back sitting back on your chair, when you got a phone call you smiled answering it

"Hey honey, how are you? Yeah I'm okay...no don't worry about me and Nat, I think we'll get along great, I love you too"

You hung up and Nat laughed "you love her but you're trying it on with me? Pathetic creature"

You pocketed your phone standing up again and going behind Nat as she focused on flying the plane, moving your hands onto her shoulders you began massaging them smiling when you heard a soft groan pass her lips "so predictable, you act all tough but you just need someone to look after you, someone to kiss you soft" you lent down close to her ear, your breath sending shivers down her spine, wait vampires had breath?

"And someone to fuck you so hard you see stars" her own breath hitched and you smirked starting to kiss her neck softly and she let her guard down "just admit it Natalia you want me and that's okay sweetie, you just have to share with Wanda" your kisses got harder and Nat finally came to her senses standing up and pushing you away

"Don't you ever touch me again! Wanda's my best friend and it kills me to see her fawn over you, a stupid vampire who thinks bedding multiple women at the same time is fun"

"Have you ever had an orgy? It's one of life's greatest pleasures trust me, until one person gets jealous and murders the other women to have you all to herself covered in blood, I didn't mind though, being covered in blood made her hornier, but I will say I also liked her covered in blood because that mixed with sweat and cu-

Nat sat back down and jolted the plane making it shift suddenly and you fell to the ground "shit! Nat what the hell was that?!"

The woman laughed "to stop you from being a dick, now shut up for the rest of mission"

You growled standing up and dusting yourself off "it’s okay Natalia I know you wouldn’t be able to resist me soon, I’ll get to you when I’ve finished with Wanda and her ritual”

Nat turned her head back to you with an raised eyebrow “what are you talking about?”

You chuckled “ooh peaked your interest have I? Let’s just say Wanda will be with me for all eternity like she wants soon enough”

Before Nat could respond the AI over the quinjet made it known you were arriving at your destination so Nat chose to not say anything but you knew she understood what you said and so you remained quiet the rest of the mission.

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"Y/n!" As soon as you walked through the door Wanda was in your arms wrapping her legs around your waist peppering your face with kisses "I missed you so much! Did you do okay?" You kissed her back lowering her down onto the ground "I was right about there being no more vampires there but it was okay otherwise"

You kissed Wanda's neck going up to her ear "I was thinking of you the whole time, you should send me some pictures next time"

Wanda nodded "naked or lingerie?" She whispered back and you smirked "both, and some videos too"

Nat coughed up breaking the two of you apart "yeah so anyway you're going back to the cell for a few days"

"What?! Why? She's fine Nat!" Wanda had jumped down from you and was now in Nat's face but the Russian remained stoic "she needs to be held in isolation incase she contacted her vampire friends"

Wanda went too say something but you stopped her "it's okay Wands, if Natalia wants to spend her free time watching me do nothing in isolation then that's her choice, take me to solitude Nat"

You gave Wanda one last kiss promising to see her again soon and followed Nat through the building

"If you don't stop staring at my ass I'll kick yours" Nat said after a few minutes and you just laughed "sounds kinky, I'm in"

You heard her scoff and turn around to you pushing you against a wall "right now? Can we go to my room and get my strap on? My hands are a little tired from the mission"

You heard other footsteps before Nat did but when she did she pulled away quick looking towards the noise, it was Tony

"Hey Twilight! Are you sparkling today?"

You threw him a middle finger "I will rip you apart from the inside out one of these days"

The man grinned "then you'll have Pepper to answer too"

"Trust me I'd be more than happy to deal with Pepper, she could use a good spanking" your laugh echoed the hallway and Tony turned bright red deciding just to walk past you two leaving you alone

"Aww I think I hurt his feelings, I'm right about Pepper though, speaking of, Nat how's Maria?"

Nat glared at you "don't you ever say her name again, now get your ass to isolation"

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You'd never thought you'd be back in this stupid cell, god it was depressing, the room was small and cramped, although the other room was small at least you could go into a garden and have Wanda come and see you, now a guard has to accept anyone

"Dude come on, I can get you so many women if you'd just let Wanda come and see me, don't you want women?……or men? I can get you men but it’ll take me a little longer because men gross me out”

The man didn’t waiver, instead he walked away from you leaving you in the stupid little box “you’ll regret this!”

“He’ll regret what?” The voice made you jump looking up to the window on the roof that was now open “Wanda? How the hell did you get up there?”

She laughed jumping down into the room where you caught her “you know I can fly” she didn’t let you reply just kissing you hard making you sit down on the bench bringing her with you

“Wait Wands, hang on” you gently pushed her away making her frown “why?”

“You deserve sex in a nicer place than this dingy room”

“I guess….when are you getting out?” She lent forward kissing your neck and you groaned “baby please, I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and devour you like I normally do but not here okay? How about you use some mind control and make the guard open the door?”

Wanda pulled away from your neck nodding “then where will we go?”

“The beach so i can see you in that little bikini I like”

She giggled jumping off of your lap and beckoning the guard back over who was very surprised to see her with you “miss Maximoff?! What are you doing in there-

She was already in his mind as his eyes went red and face was blank, within no time the door was open and you and Wanda were out running through the building until Wanda stopped “are you okay babe?” You asked and she smirked “I can apparate us anywhere”

You laughed with her “I keep forgetting, okay take me away princess”

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“They’re gone?! Nat screamed at the scared guards ignoring Steve trying to calm her down “Nat maybe-

She pushed past him heading outside being followed closely by Maria “Nat!” Nothing from the woman

“Natalia Romanov you stop right now and tell me what is going on!”

Nat stopped turning around to her angry girlfriend and instantly calming down “sorry I-I just need to find Wanda, that vampire won’t get what she wants”

Maria was confused, yeah sure you were getting really close to the young witch but nothing bad would happen right “Wanda’s just going through things Nat, who wouldn’t want to bed a dangerous vampire?”

Nat had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at Maria’s admission “she just wants Wanda to complete a stupid blood ritual so she can be more powerful, making Wanda a vampire is the worst thing could happen!”

Maria was gobsmacked, what the hell was going on? Aliens? Sure, but a vampire turning a witch into a vampire is a step too far, she’d be powerful and dangerous, very dangerous in fact

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“Where are we babe?” Wanda glanced around the small cabin liking how cozy it looked but she was still a little confused, she thought you wanted the beach?

You wrapped your arms around her waist kissing her neck softly “just our nice little vacation home, I have something fun for you later”

Wanda turned around in your hold kissing your lips “can’t I have it now? She pouted and you shook your head “nope, it’s very very special and I need to prepare it, so you can go and explore the forest while I do that”

“Can’t I help you? I can give you kisses while you do that, I can close my eyes too!” Wanda tried kissing you again but you pushed her away slightly “if you’re going to be a brat you won’t get anything and I’ll have the surprise all to myself” your eyes darkened and Wanda nodded stepping back from you “sorry baby” she said sheepishly and you smiled “thank you honey, now go on, go and explore, don’t go too far though I’ll feel it and come for you”

Wanda nodded kissing you on the cheek and going outside, “I won’t go too far I promise”

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The leaves crunched underneath their feet as the two women moved through the forest “Nat are you sure they’re here?” Maria whispered and Nat nodded “I can smell the stupid vampire”

Maria frowned “that’s a little odd baby but okay I’ll let you carry on”

The pair carried on through the forest before coming to a clearing and a cabin “found it!” Nat rushed to the front door before hearing a voice “Nat? Why are you here?”

Wanda returned from her walk with some flowers for you, she looked so sweet bless her “Wanda I’m so mad at you but you need to come back, you’re not safe here”

Wanda sighed “listen Nat I’m sorry I ran away with Y/n but she didn’t need to be locked up, can’t you just leave us here alone?”

Nat rolled her eyes “this isn’t some fairytale thing Wanda you’re not safe, she wants to make you a vampire”

Wanda shook her head laughing and pushed past Nat entering the cabin again seeing you talking to someone no one recognised “oh who’s this baby?”

You turned around smiling at Wanda before quickly frowning at Nat and Maria “I didn’t think we’d have any interruptions honey but no worries, this is Carol, she’s here to help with the surprise for you” Carol smiled at the three zoning in on Wanda “she’s very pretty Y/n, and she looks so very sweet” the woman licked her lips and you pinched her hip “mine Carol, remember that”

Carol laughed kissing you on the cheek “aw little vamp don’t get too cocky, I could take her from you with two fingers”

Wanda started to feel a little uncomfortable and tried stepping in “baby what’s going on?” Your whole body relaxed walking towards Wanda and picking her up spinning her around kissing her softly making her giggle “sweet sweet girl, do you remember me saying what a wonderful vampire you’d make?”

She shook her head no “it was when you had a long day and I ate you out for a few hours, I whispered it while you were climaxing for the 4th time” you finished with the biggest smirk on your face “babe! But yes I remember”

“Well Carol and I think you’d make a great vampire so we wanted to make you one-

“Don’t you dare Y/n! You better let us take Wanda home right now!”

You tore your eyes away from Wanda remembering the two annoying bugs that wormed their way inside your life (death) “you are really testing my patience Natalia, just because I rejected you on the mission doesn’t mean you can try and tear Wanda and I apart”

Wanda whipped her head around to Nat who had her mouth hung open “what-I- I no! That didn’t happen”

You shook your head tutting “Nat we’re all adults here, you can admit that you came onto me by presenting your neck to me, and while it’s a wonderful neck your legs didn’t need to be open and taunting me, the smell of your arousal almost got me but then I remembered my love Wanda” you kissed Wanda “I did nip her skin honey and I feel disgusted with myself, I’m sorry” you gave her your best sad puppy dog expression and she nodded “I am a little upset but not at you, at her”

She pointed her attention to Nat “I knew you wanted her Nat how could you act like such a whore with a vampire?! Especially my vampire!” Wanda was now erratic and it made you smile, she was so hot when jealous

“Wanda you can’t be serious?? Are you really protecting a violent, manipulative and frankly perverted criminal vampire?”

As much as you were enjoying the scene unfolding in front of you, you brought Wanda into back into your arms “honey please relax your blood will taste so much better if you’re happy” you started nipping at her neck and she sighed allowing herself to relax in your hold “that’s it pretty girl”

“Wanda-

The other vampire Carol rolled her eyes and flicked her hand sending the two women out the door and locking it behind them

“Fuck me they’re annoying” Carol turned to you and Wanda kissing “awe I do love gay affection but if we’re going to turn this little one we need to get a move on”

You groaned reluctantly pulling away from Wanda’s sweet lips “do you want to be a vampire pretty witch?”

Wanda bit her lip nervously unsure on what to say and you sensed that “I know it seems daunting but just think, we’ll be together forever, neither of us will die” you lent close to her ear “and the sex would be absolutely incredible, I can carve my name into your pretty skin while buried deep inside of you-

You didn’t have a chance to finish before Wanda was nodding her head “yes! Yes I’ll become a vampire, as long as you’re the one who does it”

You smiled nodding to Carol who winked in response and disappeared leaving you both alone

“Of course I’m the one doing it, but we have a little ritual to do before I sink my teeth into you, Carol needs to get things ready, let’s have a nap okay?”

Wanda kissed you softly “okay, will I be safe?”

“I trust Carol with my life and death baby, she’s been my best friend for 100s of years, so yes Wanda you’ll be very safe”

Wanda smiled “okay, I trust you”

“Then let’s go”

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #marvel au #marvel imagine #maria hill

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Chapter Four of Eid Fic, aka love in a series of bursts & inches, went up this morning!! Next week is Eid!! And with it comes the fifth and final chapter. Here’s a little sneak peak!

He hopes he’s done the cake justice. That it can live up to the cakes of Marjan’s childhood, which her mom always bought from the local Persian bakery. He’d planned to buy one from the bakery in East Austin, but they didn’t have Persian love cakes in stock. Carlos suggested he try making it, and Paul and Mateo have been living their best lives as taste testers for the last three weeks. He thinks this one is the best he’s made so far.

His ears perk when he hears the shower turn on. He checks the clock on the stove and sees they’ve got a couple hours until Marjan and her parents, Paul and Joe are due to show up. He surveys the loft, the food is ready and what needs to be kept hot is warming on the stove or in the oven. The dining room is set and the living room is immaculate. He thinks he’s earned a nice shower with his husband.

Or maybe Carlos has earned a shower with him.

When he gets to the bathroom he has to lean back against the counter, admiring the way the water cascades down Carlos’s perfect skin. How the drops roll over his broad shoulders, following the planes of his firm back and disappearing over the curve of his glutes.

He’s perfect.

“You coming in?” Carlos asks after a few minutes, not bothering to turn around. “Or are you just gonna stand there staring like a weirdo.”

“It is not weird to stare at you,” TK says defensively, yanking off his clothes at lightning speed. His shirt lands on the counter, a sock gets flung into the bedroom. He makes a mental note to clean up the bathroom when they’re done. He steps into the shower as Carlos turns. “You’re beautiful, how am I supposed to not stare?”

Carlos tilts his head down, hiding a bashful smile, while he steps back to make room for TK under the spray.

He feels some tension release from his muscles as he steps under the warm water. Can’t help the soft sigh that comes out of him. They’ve been up cooking for hours, the smell of onion is bored into his skin at this point.

He smiles in gratitude when Carlos reaches for the shampoo and starts to work it through TK’s hair.

“You’re a really good friend, babe, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before,” Carlos says, voice so soft it can barely be heard over the shower spray.

“I feel like you have to say that, because I’m your husband.”

“You are my husband,” Carlos says, voice laced with gentle teasing. He places a hand on the back of TK’s head and tilts it forward to rinse the shampoo out. “But I’m saying that as someone who’s been on the receiving end of your friendship for about five years now.”

TK scoffs, stepping back and tilting his head to the side. He studies Carlos for a moment before diverting his eyes. “I’m too much.”

“Baby, no you’re not.” Carlos says, voice firm. He puts a finger under TK’s chin and ducks a bit to make eye contact.

“No, I am. I get too involved and I overreact. I try too hard and I make things worse.”

“That’s not true,” Carlos says. Voice still soft but tone forceful.

“I think it’s because before I moved here, I never really had friends. I had enablers. I had people who wanted to get high with me or have sex with me. Or both. But I didn’t really have friends.”

“Well,” Carlos says, placing a firm hand on TK’s waist and pulling him close so he can kiss his temple. “You have friends now, TK. You have a whole family of people who don’t think you’re too much. You’re the perfect amount of you.”

The line is corny enough to pull a laugh out of TK.

“It’s true,” Carlos continues.

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#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand x carlos reyes #Marjan & TK #Eid fic #wip wednesday

[jeonbunnie]

promises

pairing: reader x namjoon

summary: marriage life with namjoon hasn’t been the same lately. he’s been cold and distant, always whispering on the phone. and you can’t help but notice…

genre: angst, drama, choose your own adventure,

content/warnings: established relationship; married!au; idol!namjoon; cheating/infidelity; implied sex; eventual smut; explicit sex

soundtrack: lemonade by beyoncé

a/n: this used to be a series but I decided to rework it into a oneshot. The plot is mostly the same, however now the reader gets to choose the big decision at the end (kind of like a choose your own adventure). This is one of the endings, if you want to read from the beginning, start here.

word count: 871

Choose Him

When Namjoon wakes up the next morning–you’re not by his side.

It was just a little after dawn. The sun finally peaked its head out from around the clouds, stretching across your home in vanilla sunlight.

At first, Namjoon is too tired to comprehend what it means to not feel your warmth pressed up against him. But as soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he realized he was waking from a dream into a nightmare.

Namjoon was so overwhelmed with grief for the loss of his marriage, for the loss of you, he didn't hear the click of the front door opening, or see the look on your face when you finally, finally came home.

You opened the bedroom door to find Namjoon sitting with his face buried in his hands. You went to him, sat by his side, and gingerly pulled his hands away from his face. “Namjoon...what’s wrong?”

He looks up into your face, and there’s shock, confusion, and tears in his brown eyes. There’s a look of disconnect as he takes in the sight of you, the suitcases standing by the door.

“You left.” He says.

You shake your head.

The tears in his eyes spilled down his cheeks. “You did. You left, and all your stuff was gone. You were gone.”

“Not like that.” You said. You did leave, but not in the way he might have thought. You went to think. To find peace and quiet so you could listen to your heart.

You made your decision. You decided to love him anyway, and keep loving him, and keep working at your marriage. Even though it failed, you would keep trying. Because love didn’t quit. It wasn’t pride, or anger, or hurt. It didn’t hold grudges or keep resentments. It was patient, and kind, and forgiving. Healing.

And that was what you wanted, right? To heal.

“I’m sorry, I should have approached this better.” You said. “I figured you’d still be sleeping by the time I got back. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Clear my head, think.”

Alone, you had more clarity about everything. Though knowing Namjoon’s truth didn’t make anything any easier. It did help you find your truth.

Namjoon kissed the back of your hand and held on tight. His palms were wet, but you didn’t let go. He looked at you, and something softened in his eyes. “I thought–” he said, voice cracking. “I thought…”

“Me too.”

“You said you’d never come back.”

“I know. That was a long time ago...I promised you that I would leave. But that’s not how promises work anyway. And I don’t want a relationship based on promises. Those are just thoughts. And words. And they don’t mean anything unless your actions match up.”

“We said we’d be honest with each other so,” you took a deep breath, holding it for a minute before saying what you could only admit to yourself in private.

“I know I could start over. Find someone else. There are other men... but when I think about it, when I think about it, I’ve only ever wanted you. I don’t want to start over with someone new. And kiss strangers. And hope to fall in love again. I want you. I still love you.”

“I love you, too,” Namjoon said. Softly. Without hesitation.

“But things have to change. We just stopped talking. You were my best friend, but we were living like strangers because we didn’t communicate with each other–I can’t do that again. You can’t just keep all your feelings bottled up inside. You need to talk to me. I don’t know if I can be everything that you need me to be, but you have to give me a chance. Don’t shut me out.”

“Can you do that for me?” You finished. You looked at his face and honestly stared back at you.

“I can. I can do anything for you.” Namjoon whipped at his wet face. “If I could take it all back I would…I’m far from perfect, and I’ve done things that hurt you, things I’ll live to regret for the rest of my life. But I want to do better. Be better. And I know that I’m a better man when I’m with you… And I want to be by your side. Always. I can’t pretend it never happened. Like everything’s fine and that it’ll all be okay. I don’t know that. But I want it to be. I want to try...”

Now you were tearing up. You squeezed his hand. “So let’s try.”

“But Namjoon, I swear, if you try this shit again—”

“I won’t. I can’t. After everything...baby, all I see is you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Namjoon smiled at you, a real smile, eyes turning into crescent moons.

And you smiled back.

He leans forward then, till your forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and you both close your eyes, savoring the moment. That feeling came back. The one from the night before. Overwhelming, unfiltered love. And at that moment, you know.

You know you can move on. Fall in love again, rebuild your trust.

And you’ll do it together.

#bts fic #namjoon fic #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #reader x namjoon #fic: promises #songfic #poc reader #my fics.🍪

[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byres

an episode-by-episode stranger things fic that incorporates the reader into the series

summary: Y/N Henderson is your typical high school girl with typical problems; falling out with her best friend, an annoying little brother, and a chronically unpopular standing in school. Little did she know that after the disappearance of Will Byres, her world would be flipped upside down

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (slow burn)

word count: 3400

tw: none besides the fact that this is unedited :)

“You’re such an asshole!” Dustin shouted as you laughed.

“Dusty! Language!” Your mother gasped, peaking . “Y/N, doing whatever you’re doing stop!”

“You heard her! Stop,” Dustin smirked.

“I’m not doing anything-“

“Give it back!” His smile dropped into a scowl, jumping up to try to reach your raised arm. “I’m late for the D&D campaign.”

“Just reach up and grab it,” You raised a brow. You loved annoying your little brother. Partially because he was just an adorable little kid but mostly because he loved to annoy you just as much. But you both knew if anyone were to so much as look at him the wrong way in front of you, you wouldn’t hesitate to break their nose.

His eyes quickly darted behind you, making you turn around to see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary behind you.

“Y/N, don’t make me use the power of the D&D league against you,” He warned. “We might be small but we’re mighty.”

“First of all, wow. I’m so scared of a bunch of 9 year olds-“

“We’re 12.”

“Whatever. And what’s the big deal anyway? It’s just a damn doll,” You smirked, making him gasp dramatically as he placed a hand on his hip.

“That is not a doll,” He spoke with offense, using his free hand to point at you as continued. “That is a limited edition action figure that can’t be touched because your nasty human hand oils will ruin the paint- You know what? Whatever. I tried to warn you. GET HER!”

“I- What? Who are you talking to- OW! FUCK!” You heard his group of friends scream before they all attacked, two knocking you on the couch as another one grabbed the doll.

“Y/F/N! Language!” Your mother called.

The boys cheered before all running off into the front yard. You looked through the window and smiled at their cheers as your brother held up the action figure victoriously. “Why do you give him such a hard time?”

“Because I’m his big sister. It’s part of the job description,” You shrugged, walking into the kitchen and placing a quick kiss on the top of her head as you made a bee line towards the fridge. “Can I go out tonight?”

“Where to?” She asked, looking over to see you chuckling. “Why do I even bother asking at this point? Yes, you can go out with Robin. What ever happened to Nancy? I thought she was your best friend.”

“Key word: was,” You sighed, hopping on the counter and watching your mom cook. You opened the bottle of soda and took a long swig before you continued. “Ever since she got with The Hair, she hasn’t really talked to me as much. I guess she’s just too cool for me now..”

“Well, if it helps any, you’re the coolest girl in my book,” She smiled over at you, placing a maternal hand on your cheek as she watched you smile. “And the prettiest! And the funniest! And, most importantly, you have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. If Nancy can’t see that, then I don’t think that makes her very cool. I like Robin way more than I ever liked her.”

“Aw, shucks!” Robin chimed in. You’d given her a key about a month ago and she used it generously. “You’re making me blush, Mrs. Henderson! Ooh, it smells good in here. Whatcha makin’?

Robin smiled as she hopped onto the counter beside you and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Chicken Parm,” Your mom grinned. “Wanna stay for dinner?”

“We’d love to, Mom but-“

“No buts! The movie can wait. Let’s eat!” Robin interrupted.

———

“Could you ride your bike out to the Wheeler’s and tell your brother it’s time to come home? It’s getting late for a school night,” Your mom asked. “I called and Mrs. Wheeler says that they refuse to wrap up their game.”

You groaned and pouted.

“But Nancy-“

“You aren’t there for Nancy. You’re there for Dusty. Now go,” She ordered in a firm tone.

You huffed and did as told. You wished Robin hadn’t left about an hour ago so she could make this trip a little more bearable. Seeing Nancy wasn’t exactly at the top of the list of things you wanted to do tonight. Or ever, for that matter.

The truth was that the two of you had a falling out. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to argue, considering you’ve known one another since you were children. But this argument held a lot more weight to it than your previous disputes. The type of weight that settled into your mind as you fell asleep and made you drag your feet to school, knowing she would be there. She tried to apologize twice for her words but she knew how deep they’d cut you. She knew that even you had your limits and she was way out of line. Now when you passed each other in the hallways, you’d both blush, shoot a feigned smile and walk a little quicker to avoid any type of conversation.

God, if you’re real, You thought before you rang the doorbell, holding your breath to see who would answer. Nancy won’t be the one to-

“Y/N?” Nancy furrowed her brows as she opened the front door of her house.

Okay, God. You’re either not real or a dick. Noted.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. The small glimmer of hope in her eyes crushed you. All you wanted to do was hug her and tell her that you missed your late night giggle fits and little study dates. But the weight of the argument prevented you from doing so.

“I, uh.. My mom sent me to come get Dustin,” You didn’t even recognize your own voice; weak and apathetic. “She said your mom has been trying to clear them out of the basement and they won’t leave so I’m here to-“

“Y/N! Sweetheart!” Mrs. Wheeler called from behind her daughter. Nancy’s eyes quickly shot to her feet. “I haven’t seen you around in a while! How’ve you been? How’s your mom?”

“Good and good,” You smiled, hoping the tension wouldn’t be too evident. You let out a small breath of relief when the woman giggled.

“Thank the Lord that you’re here! They won’t listen to me. I know they’ll listen to you!”

An awkward silence fell upon the three of you. You nodded and shot her another tight lipped smile.

Oh, now it was evident.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel that I just interrupted something?” She asked.

“Nope!”

“No!”

“Uh-huh..” The woman said slowly, looking at the two pathetic girls who looked down at their feet. “They’re in the basement.”

You nodded and made a quick bee line to the basement door. You didn’t even bother knocking- no time, you simply ran downstairs and watched them gasp. You couldn’t get out of this house fast enough. Every single inch of this house held the memories of you and your best friend.

You clenched your eyes at the force of habit. Ex best friend.

“Y/N? What are you-“ Your brother began, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“When someone asks you to go home, Dustin, you go home,” You said sternly. “It’s late. And Mrs. Wheeler has been kind enough to let you stay here and play this game all day. The least you could do is show some respect and leave at a reasonable hour. Especially on a school night, dipshit. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But we’re in the middle of a game!” Mike whined.

“You heard her,” Nancy spoke from behind you. “Clean up. It’s time for your friends to go home.”

The boys all simply looked at the two of you with wide eyes.

“Now!” You both shouted, causing them to chaotically clean up and do as told. You grabbed Dustin by the shoulder, taking him upstairs to apologize to the Wheelers before you met the other kids outside.

“You and Nancy used to be cool!” Dustin huffed. “What happened to you guys?”

“We grew up,” You said simply, not revealing the fact that you wondered the same thing every night. “Let’s go.”

“Y/N!” Nancy called as she ran out to catch you before you got on your bike. The boys already began cycling home, leaving the two of you alone. “Hey, I know things are.. The way they are between us. And I’m sorry about that. But there’s a party on Tuesday night at Steve’s and I was wondering if… maybe you wanted to come?”

“Uh,” You smiled. “On a school night? I don’t know, Nance.”

“That was my first reaction too. Come on!” She giggled. “Barb said she’ll go if you do. And I think you might a lot of fun-“

“Ah,” Your smile faded. “You want me there so Barb will go.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I want you there for me not because I want Barb to-“

“Nancy,” You interrupted softly. “I appreciate the invite. I do. Thank you. I just..”

“Yeah,” She nodded, looking away to hide the tears in her eyes. “No, yeah. I get it. It’s okay. It’s a school night anyways so..”

“Right,” You nodded. “I hope you have fun though.”

You slung your leg over your bike and began to walk it towards the street before something stopped you. Maybe it was the familiar house with the familiar girl who stood with the familiar sad face that you always seemed to cause as of recently. Maybe it was the fact that you just missed your best friend, regardless of how damn mean she could be at times.

“Hey, Nancy?” You called.

“Yeah?” She looked up.

“I don’t know.. Maybe you could, like.. Call me if anything crazy happens at the party.”

“I can call you?” She asked a little too quickly with those wide eyes of hers, making you laugh. She smiled. “Sorry. I got excited.”

“I see that,” You teased. Oh, how she missed being teased by you. “I should get going. But, uh.. Feel free to call me afterwards, okay? I’ll be up late studying anyway so it really doesn’t matter what time you do.”

She nodded, trying to hide her grin. In her world, everything seemed to finally be falling into place now that you were speaking to her again. She missed telling you things about school and about the things she did with Steve. She missed your study dates because no one matched her intellectually the way you did. She missed your quick witted comments, and she missed the fact that you both cheered each other on in life. She missed you. All of you, even the bad parts that she couldn’t stand at times. Because at the end of the day, you were like a sister to her. And sister fight all the time, right?

“Dustin! Wait up!” You called, watching as he and Will took of racing towards your house. You laughed and accepted the challenge, peddling as fast as you could to catch up with them.

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will called as he sped past your house. You hit the breaks and swerved your bike, avoiding Dustin who halted to a stop.

“Son of a bitch,” He muttered.

“Tell him I stole it and to pick another one,” You offered, slightly out of breath. “I know how much you like that one so put the blame on me.”

“You’re in a good mood,” Dustin chuckled. “Did your girlfriend finally talk to you?”

“Other way around, doofus,” You rolled your eyes, hopping off of your bike to walk it into the garage. “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“What happened between you guys anyway?” He asked, doing the same.

He’d never look at her in the same way if he knew.

“A boy,” You lied. More like the bad of an influence he is and the fact that he is morphing her into someone she’s not. At least, that’s what led to the falling out.

“Ew, don’t tell me you have a thing for Steve too!” Dustin gagged, kicking the stand out on his bike and closing the garage. You followed him inside.

“Gross,” You scrunched your nose. “Mark my words, Dustin; I will never see that boy as anything more than what he is. Trash.”

“At least we’re on the same page about something tonight,” He nodded, walking to the kitchen. “What’d mom make?”

“Chicken Parm,” You responded, already grabbing some plates. As he opened the fridge, the lights flickered and he yelped. “Oooh, maybe it’s the monster from your game.”

“That’s not funny,” He snapped. “If that were true, we’re all dead.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” You smiled. “I’m sure there’s just a nearby storm. Totally not a monster. The lights would flicker again if it was a monster.”

The lights switched off for a moment and next thing you knew, you heard your brother scream and lunge into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held on tight. When the lights turned back on, you looked down to see him clenching his eyes shut as his legs shook.

Great, now he’s gonna ask to sleep in your room.

“Can I sleep in your-“

“Yes,” You groaned, peeling him off of you. “But you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“THE FLOOR?!” He yelped.

“Yes, the floor. You kick in your sleep,” You rolled your eyes. “And I have a quiz tomorrow.”

“But-“

“You need to stop playing that damn game, dude. You’re always like this when the lights flicker.”

“But the floor is worse than sleeping alone in my room and I-“

“No! You’re sleeping on the floor. Take it or leave it.”

“Please, I-“

“Dustin!” You shouted.

“Fine!” He shouted back, taking an angry bite out of his food. “Gross, I forgot to put it in the microwave.”

You both giggled before finishing up in the kitchen and getting dressed for bed. Halfway through the night, you felt him try to crawl into your full size bed.

“Dustin. Floor.”

“Fine..”

———

“Waffles!” Dustin grinned, all but running to the table. “Pass the syrup, please.”

You mindlessly did as told as you flipped through a guitar magazine. The phone rang and your mother answered, her voice dropped for a moment before she turned around to face you.

“Did you guys ride home with Will?” Your mother asked with the phone pressed to her ear. “Joyce said that Mrs. Wheeler told her that you all left together.”

“We raced to the house and then he went home, why?” Dustin asked. Your mother blinked before repeating what he said into the phone.

“It’s probably nothing,” Your mother smiled after she hung up the phone but you didn’t miss the way her hand trembled as she brought the cup of coffee to her lips.

———

“Nice shoes,” Carol snorted as she approached you. You didn’t need to look down to see that you’d chosen your old, ratted up converse.

“Nice face,” You rebutted without missing a beat as you bumped into her shoulder. “Your nose looks different this year. Did your daddy buy that for you too?”

“At least she has a dad,” Tommy smirked, making Carol throw her head back in laughter. Your lips parted, taken aback from the statement. “What’s the matter, Henderson? Cat got your tongue?”

You quickly composed yourself, readjusting your backpack and chuckling.

“I’d rather have a dead dad than a dead beat one,” You shrugged, turning on your heels.

“What did you just say to me? Hey! Don’t walk away from me when I talk to you,” Tommy asked, grabbing your shoulder. Hard. He pushed you into the lockers with the same force, causing your head hit a handle, making you wince and curse under your breath. “You wanna say that again, loser?”

“Hey, what the fuck, dude? She’s a girl!” Steve furrowed his brows and pushed Tommy off of you, but the boy kept his eyes on you. If looks could kill. Steve looked back at you with concern. “You alright?”

“Never better,” You groaned, bringing your hand up to your head and bringing it back down to see a bit of blood. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked back up at you. “Don’t worry, Harrington. I won’t tell Nancy.”

“What?” He blinked, searching your face for any sign of . “No. I-I didn’t.. I wasn’t trying to imply-“

“Excuse me,” You interrupted before walking away, quickly making a bee line to the bathroom to get some paper towels for your head. Luckily, it was a small cut. Though it wasn’t gushing or running, the blood still pooled at the wound. It’d only take a few minutes to stop. The throbbing of the forming bruise, however, was a different story. “Fucking assholes.”

“Who?” Robin asked as she walked in. “Woah! Dude, I don’t know if you know this but your head is bleeding!”

You chuckled dryly before grabbing the mess of paper towels and putting them in the trash. Her gaze never left your face as she leaned against the wall.

“Let me guess-“

“Don’t. I don’t wanna talk about it,” You shook your head, desperate for a subject change. “Did you hear about Will Byers?”

“Yeah,” She exhaled as she responded. “Poor Jonathan.”

“Yeah,” You nodded. You couldn’t even fathom the possibility that it could’ve just as easily been your brother. “Poor Jonathan indeed.”

“Here, you’re still bleeding a bit. I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but at the very least, let me hold some pressure on it,” Robin grabbed a handful of paper towels and made you lean against the sink. She stood by your side and gently but firmly pressed, watching as you sucked in a breath before easing into her touch. “You were saying? Something about Jonathan.”

“I don’t know how he’s keeping his cool. I’d be devastated if it was Dustin.. Shit, I’m a little devastated even with Will. I mean I watched that kid grow up… One time, he convinced me, Jonathan and Nancy to dress up for their stupid game and it’s still one of my favorite memories. We all ended up on the floor laughing and grabbing at our stomachs from the force.”

“Shit,” Robin raised her brows, handing you a hat from her bag. “He’s the quiet one, right?”

“He’s shy, not quiet,” The smile from your story lingered as you put it on. “He’s a good kid. I just wish there was-“

“Steve!” You both heard a voice giggle. It was followed by sloppy footsteps and kissing noises. Robin shot you a look of disgust as Steve and Nancy stumbled in, in one of those teenage hormone sparked make out sessions. Gross. “We could get in trouble! Someone might see us!”

“Consider yourselves seen,” Your friend smirked, making them jump. They looked over as she tossed the towel in the trash. There was barely enough blood to see but you could tell they’d noticed. Steve almost winced at the fact that he knew what the hat was for, covering the evidence. “We were just on the way out. As you were, sir.”

You both grabbed your bags before making your exit. Nancy blushed furiously as Steve looked back at her.

“You think they’re good at keeping secrets?” He asked.

“Trust me,” She smiled before pulling him in again. “They’re the best.”

———

“And then we told him about the road!” Dustin ranted about his interaction with Hopper. You and your mother listened intently as you finished the dinner Dustin has yet to touch. “So can I go tonight? Search for him?”

“No,” She responded. He looked at you for help. You pursed your lips and shrugged. As much as you wanted to take his side, you’d rather see him upset than missing. He huffed, pushing away his plate and marching to his room. Your mother sighed and sat back. “My poor, sweet boy..”

“I’ll talk to him,” You muttered. You got up and walked down the hallway, knocking lightly at his door.

“Go away.”

“Dusty,” You leaned your forehead on his door. “It’s me. Let me in.”

You heard him hesitate before his mattress creeped and footsteps approached. The door unlocked and opened to reveal your teary eyed little brother.

“I’m going. Lucas and Mike and I will stick together. I took your pepper spray for protection,” He admitted as he held up your keychain. You laughed. “If you love me, you’ll cover for me and say I went to sleep early.”

You sighed, looking at him with concern.

“What kind of big sister would I be if I let that happen?” You shook your head.

“The type that doesn’t want Mom knowing you lost your virginity already,” He threatened, making your face drop. You widened you eyes before pushing him into his room and closing his door. “I’ll tell her if you don’t let me go!”

“SHH! Keep your voice down, asshole! Where did you even hear about that?” You whisper yelled.

“I overheard you talking to Robin,” He whispered.

“So instead of asking nicely to go you fucking blackmail me?!” You scoffed. “I came in here to cheer you up and all of the sudden I’m under attack? And I find out that you know about.. Ew!”

“You’re the one who taught me how to blackmail in the first place!” He argued. His face has never seemed as punchable as it did in that very moment. He saw your glare, the daggers it sent his way, and took a step back physically but continued to threaten you. “I’m going whether you cooperate or not. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” You hissed, turning on your heels and going to your room. He stood in a silent guilt, hating that the person he looked up to the most just said that to him. Dustin drew in a shaky breath and sat on his bed for a moment before his door opened again. He looked up and saw you hand him a backpack. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “There are three pocket knives and three flashlights- one for each one of you. It’s going to rain so take your raincoat. If you don’t come back by midnight, I’ll tell mom about that gross comic book you have that is filled to the brim with cartoon tits. If you don’t come back ever, I’ll never recover. If you see or hear or feel something that’s not right, you turn around and come home. You got it?”

He grinned and nodded, running into your arms to hug you. You quickly pushed him off and lowered yourself to his eye level.

“I still hate you,” You clarified. He just laughed as you pulled him in for another hug. “Be careful. I’ll let her know you cried yourself to sleep.”

“I owe you!” He jumped out of your arms and opened his window. “Big time.”

“Oh, I know. And I intend to cash in on that. Big time.” You responded. His face scrunched in concern, almost as if he was reconsidering his whole plan, before he jumped out. You sighed, and walked back to the kitchen.

“How is he?” Your mom sat up as she saw you.

“He just needs some time to cool down. I’ll check on him in a few hours to make sure he’s still okay,” You smiled, knowing that answer perfectly satisfied your mother.

Was this your best moment; allowing your kid brother to go out alone with his kid friends in search of a missing boy? No. But you knew him. He needed this. Maybe this would be a funny story in a few years, but you spent the whole night studying in his room, waiting for him to come back. When the window finally creeped open to reveal his silhouette, you about passed out from relief.

Something told you that this boy was going to grow up to be nothing but trouble.

Chapter 2 ->

#joe keery #joe keery fanfic #joe keery fic #joe keery imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagines #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #st4 #stranger things season one

[mggsv]

Earned It.

gn!reader x spencer reid (drabble)(angst kinda)

summary: after a night of what would never be again, Spencer tries one last time

warnings : mentions of sex and drugs

“I’ll head out first?” You mutter, loud enough for Spencer to hear. From the corner of your eye you could see him lying on the bed still, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. It was early morning, not even 4 am, and yet the sun tried its best to peak out from the thick dark clouds. You knew it would rain soon, and you had a home to get back to..a husband, Hotch.

“I love you..” he says, you could hear the rasp in his voice. It must have just hit him that this was truly the last time you’d be together. “I know Spence..” you sighed softly, frowning as you looked around for your underwear. You were in Spencer’s apartment- it was big, hell you don’t know which room you left them in.

“You love me.” he spoke once more, beautiful big eyes reflecting in the orange light that shown through the blinds. “I did, I don’t now-“

“You said it..You said it when we..” He sits up, looking down at the discarded blankets before glancing at you. He lets out a small breath, you’d let the tear falling down your cheek. “No,” you swallowed, “I don’t, and i didn’t. You said you wouldn’t do this-“

“I was here first- I, I did everything right. I love you, what does Hotch have to offer you?”

“I love him..he loves me. We..we’re planning on adopting soon Spence, i’m gonna have a family.”

You smile softly to yourself. It was true. You loved Aaron, he filled the void in your heart you left open for far too long. You didn’t want to wait on Spencer, but it was true. You loved him, even if it wasn’t as much as you did then, you still loved him just a little.

“All the things we wanted to do- you had our wedding with him, the theme the music- our wedding plans! How old were we then- 18..” He gets up and grabs his underwear from the floor (that makes one of you) and slips them on. he couldn’t stop his body from moving towards you, You didn’t move.

“We were going to have our own family- we were going to adopt. Y/N and Spencer, not Y/N and Hotch! What about me huh?!” he was trembling, looking at you with those sad angry eyes. You leaned forward on his chest as he finally broke down. You felt the droplets on your back while you rubbed his.

“…I couldn’t wait on you then Spence. I’m not waiting on you know. You and I both know that this is as far as we’ll ever go. It’s been over 10 years, i’ve stuck by you through everything, and i mean everything. Do you think Hotch will do that to me? Do you think he’d choose drugs over me?…everyone else but me?” you frown. You stayed by his side when he went through withdrawal, the things he said to you..the tears you shared together. How restless you were, it was the moment you realized all your relationship with Spencer was you being behind him no matter what he did.

He made you happy, he’s made you laugh and cry. Your heart ached for him on your wedding day: kissing Aaron while Spencer watched with sad eyes and a happy clap along with his teammates.

“It’ll be different-

“You’ve said that one before.” you pull out of his reach to slip on your clothes from the day before.

“I promise-

“That too.” you made your way towards the front door, Spencer hot on your trails.

“Just listen to me-

“It won’t change no matter how much effort you put into whatever this run has been. I’m saying goodbye Spence, you should too.” you whisper. There your underwear lay, right by the door, ready for you. You grab them and slip them in your pocket before turning back to Spencer. He was a wreck, face red and stained with tears, hair messy, the love marks from last night shined beautifully on his neck. You lean up and peck him on the lips for the final time, “You’ve earned that one Spencer Reid.”

you opened the door before pausing, “I love you.”

the door shut behind you, but you could hear his faint, “I love you too..” as you walked away.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #gender neutral reader #spencer reid x reader smut #mgg x reader #mgg #angst #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x y/n #spencer x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader

[ownedbyfictionalwomen]

the alley

sex worker!steve rogers x fem!reader

after being set up on a date with the sexiest hooker you've ever seen, you simply cannot wait to be fucked by him. smut, smut and more smut! 18+ 1.1k words.

It wasn’t your idea to hire a hooker. If you’d been given more than ten seconds to process the news that you were about to go on a date with one, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. But alas, your best friend had thrown your heels and your best dress right at you and pushed you out of the door and into a cab. 

What the fuck am I doing?

Okay, so maybe you were a little inexperienced in the sex department, and yes maybe you complained about it a lot but that didn’t mean you wanted to hire a hooker. After months of whining about how single and horny you were, your bestie had had enough. She had gone on Google and found the hottest prostitute she could find, and he was walking towards you right now. 

Steve Rogers. A 40-year-old New York native with breathtaking blue eyes and the face (and body) of a God. Watching the way his large thighs flexed with each step, you crossed your legs over one another and squeezed, hoping to relieve some of the tension that was bubbling up between them. 

As he slid his hands into his pockets, he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The picture that the agency had sent to his phone didn't do you justice at all. Sitting there all poised and perfect, a little black dress wrapped around your curves with your head in your hand. You were a vision of beauty. 

Steve tried to subtly adjust himself in his slacks as he neared the table, but he saw your eyes flutter towards his crotch briefly before meeting his again, now replaced with a blinding smile that made one of his own appear. He had never had a reaction like this to a customer before, after being in the business for as long as he had, you stopped feeling things. 

You stood slowly, taking time to pull down your dress so it met mid-thigh, but Steve was picturing what the skin above the hem looked like, felt like, tasted like… 

“Hi. I’m y/n.” You said, sticking your hand out in front of you as if you might be meeting a business associate. But he gently placed his hand in yours and introduced himself, which relaxed you immediately, ceasing you from thinking you had already embarrassed yourself. 

“I’m Steve, baby.” Oh, Jesus. “How you doing?” 

The deep timbre of his voice ran through you, causing your nipples to harden into soft peaks beneath the flimsy material of your dress and your already-sopping clit to throb painfully in your underwear. Out of everything that was going to happen tonight, you definitely didn’t expect to have such a strong reaction to a man you met ten seconds ago. 

You wanted to climb him like a tree, feel his hot wet tongue glide through your slick folds and work the orgasms out of you until your pussy was just a mess of cum. You wanted to feel his swollen cock gliding through your soaked walls, his balls slapping your clit with every rough thrust you endured. You needed to feel his lips suck on your neck, marking you as his own. 

It seemed to you, as Steve sat down opposite you, that maybe he was having similar imaginations to yours, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Steve’s were much rougher, almost carnal desires. 

His belt wrapped around your throat as he fucked into you from behind, watching himself disappear inside your tight holes. His hand encasing your throat as you bounced on top of him, the skin of your ass slapping painfully against his thighs. Bruises on your thighs and breasts. 

The two of you hadn’t even had time to start chit-chatting before you leaned over towards him and laid your intentions right out on the table,” Look, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve had sex, okay? I really really need it. Is there any way we can get out of here now?”

For a moment, Steve was taken aback by your forwardness, he was expecting to have to play the long game with you- compliments, passionate looks, the whole nine-yards. And yet here you were, begging him to fuck you. How could he say no to that?

“Your place? Or the alley outside?” He asked, standing up and taking ahold of your hand.

“Alley. It would take too long to get back to mine. And I need you inside me… now.”

The cold air greeted your bare skin as Steve yanked on the skirt of your dress, up and over your thong, showcasing the soft flesh that once lay underneath. His hand came into sharp contact with your ass, forcing a sweet gasp out from between your lips before his fingers made their way into your mouth. 

You sucked on them feverishly, imagining the head of his thick cock pushing at the back of your throat and choking you. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. What a good girl.”

Your dripping pussy clenched at the praise, slicking the inside of your thighs with your juices as he pulled your underwear to the side and bent you over. You could hear the buckle of his belt unlatching, the zipper of his trousers undoing and the cotton of his boxers shifting as he reached inside and pulled out his cock. 

With no warning at all, he pushed himself inside you and began thrusting roughly, splitting you in two with every movement. 

“Oh my god, Daddy.” It just slipped out, you couldn’t stop yourself. The title hung about in the air as he took the wet fingers from your mouth and ran them down your front to make contact with your clit.

He clutched your hair in his other hand, making your back arch more harshly. He relished in the way your ass bounced with every contact of his hips, the skin reddening as he fucked you deeper and deeper. 

“Daddy, huh?” He said, quickening his brutal pace as he plunged inside you. Your cum started to leak out of you, the thick white cream dribbling down the length of his cock and onto the cold pavement beneath. “Fuck, sweetheart. You're squeezing me so tight, aren’t you? You gonna cum for your daddy, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please…” The rest of your sentence was cut off, your silent scream of pleasure taking the words right out of your mouth. Your jaw dropped open and your head fell back into his chest, he kissed your forehead tenderly- a moment of peace before he hastened the rhythm of his thrusts again, chasing his orgasm. 

But you never felt the warm release of his cum inside you, he instead pulled out and forced you onto your knees in front of him. You felt it hit your tongue, the heavy liquid filling your mouth and coating your rosy cheeks- Steve thought it only added to your beauty.

“Such a beautiful girl. Did you like that, baby?”

Swallowing the cum, you smiled an innocent smile up at Steve, puckering your lips sweetly, asking for a kiss. “Yes, daddy.” 

As he leaned down to let your lips meet, he grabbed you by the jaw and brought you closer, before allowing the satisfying contact to take place between you. He kissed you for what felt like hours, driving his tongue into your mouth and sucking on yours. 

“We’ll have to do this again, baby.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers #steve rogers au

[abiiors]

“Come here and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.” for Ross please, reader works a highly stressful job, long hours etc and Ross would love her to give it up but she feels like she will rely on him too much if she doesn’t work

I love writing soft Ross so thank you for the ask 🥺

I’ve changed the actual dialogue a smidge to fit the context but here you go <3

Exhaustion

Ross is already making coffee for the third time today. 

He’s in the kitchen, waiting for the french press to do its thing, while he gets your favourite mug out for you. It’s yellow, printed with tulips all over; a cute little thing he randomly saw in a little shop in Chicago that instantly made him think of you. But the mug fails to brighten him up today. 

‘Do you want some snacks with it, love?’ he calls out from the kitchen, strains his ear for your answer but nothing. The house is silent. 

He doesn’t bother asking again. If you want some, then he’ll just run back to the kitchen and get it for you. Instead, he picks up the steaming mug and makes his way to the study. 

You sit hunched over on the comfy chair, knees pulled to your chest, chin resting on top. The music in your ears is so loud that he can practically hear the heavy guitar riff outside of your headphones. 

‘I got you coffee, darling,’ he calls out but you don’t budge. 

Your eyes are wide open, focused on the laptop in front of you, staring at the document on the screen intently, one hand rests on the mouse, the other massages your temples and your neck every so often. 

‘Coffee, darling,’ he calls out again and tries to pull your headphones back with one hand. 

You startle slightly and swivel in the chair to look at him. ‘Jesus!’ you breathe, hand on your chest and then your eyes move from him to the mug in his hands. ‘Oh, thank you. I’m getting so drowsy, honestly.’ 

He hands you the mug which you accept gratefully, sighing at the first sip. Which is how you miss his assessing gaze on you and the frown that comes right after.

‘So take a break for a bit.’

You look at him as if he’s just suggested the wildest thing possible. And he realises that he’s going to have to put up a fight.

The table you’re working on is cluttered. There are papers strewn haphazardly and some files are peaking out from underneath. Pens with their caps missing, a plate of half-eaten toast and marmalade. The previous two cups of coffee; one with dried brown remnants and the other with cold, stale liquid still in it. This is not a good sign, not a good sign at all. 

‘Come on,’ he nudges again, ‘when was the last time you got up from that chair?’

But you won’t answer him because he knows you don’t have an answer for him. It leaves him no choice but to grab the chair and swivel it some more to properly face him. 

‘Not now, Ross!’ you complain, already trying to move your attention back to the laptop, ‘I need to get this done today.’ But he’s having none of it.

‘Even if it kills you?’ he challenges.

You roll your eyes and scoff lightly, ‘let’s not be dramatic, okay?’

Okay, so you’re not in the best of moods but this conversation can’t wait. ‘I’m not being dramatic,’ he tries as gently as possible. His intention is not to antagonise, he simply needs you to listen to him. 

‘You were up until 2:30 last night. I know because I woke up to find the lights still on.’ He's kneeling down in front of your chair now, his hands in your lap and yours clutching onto the coffee cup for dear life. ‘And you’ve been awake since 7 back here again.’

Now that he’s looking at you intently, he realises that he does not like what he sees. The bags under your eyes are worse than ever. There’s a permanent frown etched onto your face. And worst of all are your red eyes. He knows you’ve been straining them for far longer than you should be, that they must be burning by now. And you look like you're minutes away from crying at all times. 

Even now as you try to look at him with exasperation, he still sees you holding back tears. Worry twists in his gut, surges urgently.

‘Baby, I understand,’ you swallow past the lump in your throat before speaking again, ‘I know I haven’t spent much time with you this week—’

‘This is not about me,’ he interrupts firmly, shaking his head. 'This is about you.'

You close your eyes for so long that he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep on the spot. But then your hands move, bringing up the mug in front of your mouth again. This time, however, you press it against your forehead instead of taking a sip. He watches as you lean into the warmth of the mug, as your face relaxes just a smidge and he knows what’s happening. 

‘You have a headache.’ It’s not a question. It’s a statement. 

You don’t even take a beat before answering. ‘The coffee will fix it.’ 

Now he truly can’t help his exasperation. ‘No, sleep will fix it,’ he retorts. He knew you are hardworking but when did you become such a workaholic? He can barely recall three moments from this week when you didn’t have a laptop or some files in front of you, when you just sat with him and talked. Or slept. 

‘Alright, that’s it!' he stands up to make a point. He is serious about this and he's going to be stern if he needs to. 'You either come with me right now or I’m carrying you out of here. You need to rest. You’ve worked hard enough for today.’

And he’s absolutely ready to do it too. He’s also prepared to argue that you don’t need to work so much at all, that he’s perfectly capable of taking care of you but that is a subject he will not happily broach again. Your opinions on it are clear to him and he can’t bring himself to take your independence away. Besides, the pressure aside, he knows how much you love your job. 

He also fully knows he can pick you up and carry you out with him and straight to bed. You would be mad at first and might even try to argue with him but he’s willing to risk a sour mood if that means you get some proper shut-eye. 

To his surprise, your lower lip wobbles. And in the smallest, most heart-breaking voice he’s ever heard from you, you utter one single word. 

‘Okay.’

Ross wastes no time in setting the mug and shutting the laptop for you. He holds your hand in his all the way to your bedroom and helps you get in. Even tucks you in like a little kid. Then he climbs in from the other side and pulls you on half on top of him.

‘I’m sorry I made you worry,’ you speak in a small voice. 

He can see the effects of lying down, your eyes are already half shut. Your voice practically comes out as a whisper. And so he tightens his arms around you further.

‘Forget about that for now, okay?’ he presses a kiss into your hair and stays like that. Then his fingers come up to play with a few strands of your hair, just the way you like it.

It takes little to no time for your breathing to deepen, for you to snuggle further into him. All he can do is hope that he can have a proper chat with you about this when you wake up.

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