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birds of a feather

The lights are off when you get home, but you don’t bother turning them on. You’re familiar enough with Jamie’s house that you can make your way upstairs and to his bed without looking. You drop your bag, kick off your shoes, and trudge upstairs.

The light’s on in his room but he’s passed out. You smile to yourself despite the day and switch off the lights.

You weren’t going to cry again, really you weren’t, but by the time you’re brushing your teeth, they’re sliding down your face.

But it’s dark, so no one can see.

You slip into bed where you can (hopefully) cry yourself to sleep when a sob escapes your throat.

Another slips out, then another, making it hard to stop and harder to breathe.

“Babe?” comes Jamie’s hoarse voice. “You alright?”

You can feel him reach for the light, so you blindly grab for his arm. “Don’t,” you gasp, “Please, just leave it off.”

Jamie understands what you mean. You’re trying to say, I don’t want you to see me cry.

He shifts so his face is two inches from yours. He’ll be awake in a few hours, but it doesn’t matter at the moment.

“What happened?” he whispers, but he already knows the answer. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Beard had been running the team ragged in training.

You take a shuddering breath and Jamie’s eyes have adjusted enough where he can wipe away a tear. “Went exactly as expected, didn’t it?” you say. “She did what she always does. Asked for money, was furious when I said no. Asked for advice, was mad when I gave her an answer. Asked me to listen, was upset when I wasn’t giving her solutions. She stormed out after an hour, but not before throwing her wine on me. I ruined the dress you got me, I’m pretty sure we got papped, and I’m really, really sorry.” That’s going to be a lovely article to wake up to in the morning. If Keeley were here, she would be able to come up with a catchy headline for it, rhyming “Tartt,” with something about sisters and WAGs and thrown wine. 

But Keeley isn’t here, it’s just you and Jamie, and you can’t help but think it’s too early in your relationship for this.

Really though, you haven’t been together long enough for your name to tarnish his. That’s a milestone that should be passed in ten months. A year, even.

Jamie barely catches himself from asking, “Why do you still see her?” just like everyone has asked him about his father.

Instead he says, “I’m not fuckin’ worried,” and wraps you in his arms. 

You exhale and snuggle as close as you can. 

It’s times like this where you remember exactly why you’re with him. He just- gets it.

You met him through Keeley. Keeley had been your sister’s friend first, met at a photo shoot, but it was hard to stay friends with your sister. You and Keeley became close while your sister accused you of stealing all her friends.

“Keeley would love to see you,” you had tried to tell her one time in an attempt to keep her from shouting.

“The fuck I would,” Keeley had snorted when you relayed the story hours later.

Keeley’s a genius, really. She took a horrible a vitriolic viral tabloid story about Jamie’s dad and a charity gala, and managed to create this, whatever “this” is.

Jamie’s running his thumb up and down your arm as your breathing evens out.

“Want to go on a run with me and Roy tomorrow?” he asks. “I’ll get you breakfast.”

You whisper back, “I can buy my own breakfast,” and Jamie’s grateful that it’s dark so he can roll his eyes without getting smacked.

“What if I fucking want to get it for you? What then, ey?”

You respond, “Hm,” and then you’re asleep.

—

If Roy’s surprised you’re with Jamie in the morning, he doesn’t show it. He grunts and says, “Don’t think I’m going fucking easy on you, Tartt,” but he sets the warmup at a pace you like before saying, “You’re doing fucking sprints today and I don’t want to hear fucking shit about it.”

He’d never admit it, but Roy’s excellent at reading people. The sprints are so you don’t have to have a single thought inside your head. By the time the sun rises, you’re enjoying coffee on a bench with Roy while Jamie completes his eighty-second pushup.

“Don’t fucking read the fucking Sun,” is the last thing Roy says before leaving to go to his actual work. You grimace, but Jamie takes your hand and swings it the whole way back to his house.

“I’m not going to see her again,” you tell him. He knows you’re lying. He said the same thing about his dad month and a half ago, but he’s going to see him in rehab next week.

Jamie hands you a credit card on his way out the door “to get something fucking hot, babe.”

It won’t change anything and it won’t even fix anything either, but that’s not the point.

The point is he’s looking at you. He sees, he understands, and he’s still there.

You do end up reading the article. It’s complete shit, a made up story about you being a bitch whose newfound celebrity has alienated you from your loving family. Nowhere does it mention that said “loving” family only comes crawling around when they need something. That what they take from you will never be enough.

The fuck did you read that shite for? comes Jamie’s text after you’ve ignored his last five. ik that’s why ur not responfing

Why is your autocorrect never on? you write back instead of answering.

Jamie’s reply is quick: for the aesthetic

You: So you can write “aesthetic,” but have trouble spelling “responding?” Seems strange

Jamie: Sma helpd

Then: *Sam.

You smile, despite yourself. Sometimes you wonder how much of this he does just to get a rise out of you. You suspect it’s more than he lets on, but you’ll let him pretend to be stupid for now.

You check the time. If he’s texting at this hour, it means training’s done. Your finger hovers over the call button for a fraction of a second before pressing it.

Sam picks up on the second ring. “Your boyfriend is hitting Isaac with a towel,” he says, no preamble. “It is chaos.”

“He was just texting me a second ago,” you say.

You can practically hear Sam shrug through the phone. “It escalated quickly. Do you need him? I’m sure they will stop since you’re calling.”

He doesn’t sound too sure, which makes you laugh. “No, it’s all good, can you just tell him-”

You’re interrupted but the muffled sound of the phone being wrestled away from Sam.

“Jamie’s a dickhead,” comes Isaac’s voice far too close to the speaker before there’s vague wrestling again and you hear Jamie, very much out of breath.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks and you don’t even remember why you called him in the first place because you’re smiling too wide.

“I really fucking love you,” you tell him and even though it isn’t the first time you said it, you feel nervous. The good kind, where you know he’s going to say it back and mean it, and that his words are just for you.

Jamie says, “I love you too,” and tries his best to convey a thousand meanings into four words.

“Great,” you say, “because the top Google story for you is me with a giant wine stain on my dress. So I think we should go out tonight and look so hot that everyone forgets all about it. Thoughts?”

Jamie says, “Fucking mint,” then, “fucking ow,” and you can tell by the sounds in the background that Isaac’s gotten him again. 

“GottagoloveyouheresSam,” he says in a rush before you hear him practically hurl his phone.

“You have some strange coworkers, Sam,” you comment.

“You have a strange boyfriend,” he retorts, and he’s right. But Jamie’s strange matches your strange, so you think it’ll last.

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dangerous - (pt 2)

⇨ alternative ending

(for those who wanted a happy ending.)

read the first ending here!

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in which: Y/n and Chris are officially broken up after he cheated on her, what happens when they find their way back to each other?

this story contains: angst, kissing…thats it?

written by: @delilahsturniolo

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I sat on the couch, watching TV as Grayson played with his toys on the floor in front of me. I glanced at him occasionally to make sure he was okay.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. Grayson hummed to himself as he stacked blocks on top of each other, suddenly my phone started ringing.

I jumped a little from the unexpected noise, but picked up my phone next to me. It was Nick, I smiled to myself and answered the phone. “Hello?” I spoke through the phone.

“Y/n! Hey! How are ya?” Nick asked, his voice happy and bright.

“Nick! I’m pretty good, what about you?” I replied, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume on the TV.

“Amazing. Wheres Grayson? Tell him his favorite uncle is on the phone.” Nick laughed at his own joke. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“He’s right here, playing with his toys. And hey, I wouldn’t doubt you being his favorite uncle. You spoil him way too much.” I teased, chuckling.

“What? I’m just the cool uncle.” Nick replied.

“Anyway..me, Matt, and Chris were gonna go out for some dinner tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to come along?” Nick asked, a bit of hesitation in his voice. I frowned at hearing Chris’s name.

“Nick-“ I started speaking, but Nick interrupted.

“Y/n, I know you still aren’t completely over Chris, and that’s okay. That’s completely normal, but you barely even hang out with us anymore. We just miss you, Y/n.” Nick told me, I honestly felt really bad.

It was true, I had been avoiding them, in fears of having an encounter with Chris.

“We care about you. I want to see you happy. And I’m gonna make it happen, starting off by getting you out of that damn house.” Nick insisted, I simply just stayed quiet.

Nick sighed at my silence. “This isn’t a good way to cope, Y/n. Come with us, it’ll be fun. I promise.”

“Alright, fine.” I gave in, feeling a little better from Nick’s reassurance. Nick cheered from the other side of the phone, I giggled.

“I’ll send you the address of the restaurant, do you need a ride?” Nick questioned.

“I’m okay, thanks though. Is 6 PM okay?” I suggested.

“Yep, cya at 6 queen!” Nick emphasized before hanging up the phone. My heart felt heavy as I slowly put down my phone, tonight was going to be rough.

5:50 PM…

I parked in the restaurant’s parking lot and turned off my car. I got out and opened the back seat door where Grayson was sitting, helping him out of the car.

“You look so handsome baby!” I smiled at Grayson, kneeling down to his level and gently tickling him playfully, causing him to squeal in excitement. I adjusted his little bowtie and ran my hands through his hair.

“Thank you mama.” Grayson muttered, stumbling across his words. I picked him up into my arms and walked over to the entrance, where Nick and Matt were waiting for me. Nick gasped in excitement and immediately ran over to me and Grayson, engulfing us both in a warm, comforting hug.

“My two favorite people!” Nick exclaimed, pulling away from the hug and gently kissing Grayson’s forehead.

“Excuse me?” Matt scoffed playfully, resulting in Nick rolling his eyes. Matt wrapped his arms around me and booped Grayson’s nose.

“It’s really good to see you, Y/n.” Matt softly spoke, looking at me sincerely with care. “It’s good to see you too, Matt.” I responded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders from all the reassurance and love from Nick and Matt.

I set Grayson down and Matt took his hand. I suddenly heard footsteps behind me, I turned around. Chris walked up to the three of us standing by the entrance of the restaurant.

Our eyes met, It was hard to read his emotion. I felt my heart race faster every passing second, I then ripped my eyed off of him.

“Took you long enough, what were you doing?” Nick asked, playing with Grayson’s hair.

“I was just on the phone with mom.” Chris replied, I didn’t even realize he was standing right next to me. I turned to face him, looking up at him.

“Hi.” I simply mumbled, Chris politely smiled.

“Hi.” He whispered softly.

“How’ve you been?” Chris asked me, running a hand through his brunette hair.

“I’m..I’m okay.” I replied, Chris nodded. “I’m glad.”

We looked at each other for a few more moments before Chris walked over to Grayson and kneeled down to his level. I watched as Grayson’s eyes lit up when he saw his dad, Chris hugged Grayson’s tiny body.

I bit my lip, watching as they both interacted. It warmed my heart, I knew that no matter what happened Chris and Grayson would always be close.

Eventually, we walked into the restaurant. A waiter led us to our booth and we sat down. Nick and Matt purposely sat down on one side of the booth with Grayson, leaving me forced to sit next to Chris.

I sat down as our waiter passed out menu’s. The tension between me and Chris was heavy, he was acting as if everything was fine. And it was pissing me off.

As we waited for our food, Nick began going on some random tangent while I stared off into space. I didn’t realize how hard it would be hanging out with Chris again, I couldn’t move on. That was the worst part.

“Y/n? You good?” A familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up, Matt was talking to me.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just need some air.” I abruptly got up, walking outside the restaurant. Nick, Matt, and Chris exchanged a confused look.

I stood outside the restaurant, people walking in and out of the doors. I stood under the roof as rain poured hard, thunder rumbling in the sky. (this is what i meant by roof)

“Y/n.” I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting with Chris’s.

Flashback:

“Who the fuck is Olivia!?” I raised my voice, my anger rising with every passing second. Chris’s eyes immediately went into a panic.

“Nobody, she’s just a friend. Give that back!” Chris lied right to my face, trying to snatch his phone away from my hands. I backed up, not allowing him to do so.

End of flashback.

“Come back inside..” Chris whispered, coming next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder, but I swatted his hand off.

“Don’t touch me.” I mumbled. Chris tried grabbing my hand but I shoved him off, walking out into the rain.

“Y/n, wait.” Chris said, following behind me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. His wet hair fell over his eyes, my dress was soaked with water. We both stood face to face as rain clattered to the ground harshly, he didn’t let go of my arm.

“Why did you do it?” I whispered, my mascara running down my cheeks from the rain hitting my face. Chris looked at me, his bright blue eyes piercing into mine. My heart continued to race faster every passing second.

“Why’d you hurt me?” I continued.

“I don’t know, bab- Y/n. I’m so sorry, I don’t think I could ever apologize enough. It was a stupid mistake that I’ll forever regret, you didn’t deserve that.” Chris responded, his voice cracked with emotion.

I stayed quiet, simply just looking at him as the rain poured harder, thunder rumbling.

“And…I broke it off with Olivia the night of our argument. I’m no longer associated with her. I want to try again, I want to make it work.” Chris continued, I looked down to the ground before speaking again.

“Chris, the thing is..I don’t know if I could ever trust you again.” I told him, gently pulling my arm out of his grip.

“I know, and that’s my fault. I promise I’ll do better. And I know actions speak louder than words, I’ll show and prove to you that I mean what I’m saying.” Chris pleaded.

“Please. For Grayson. For me, for you. For us.”

I looked down to his lips, then up to his eyes. Chris’s breathing grew heavy as his eyes searched mine for an answer.

But I didn’t respond to him. Instead, I took a step closer to him. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips against his, kissing him hungrily. Chris placed one hand on the side of my neck and the other on my waist.

I missed this so much, I missed him. The kiss felt magical. I wrapped my arms around Chris’s neck, deepening the kiss, I didn’t care one bit about being in the rain.

I pulled away from the kiss.

“One more chance, Christopher. Don’t fuck it up.” I spoke firmly. Chris smiled down at me, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it gently with his thumb.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He replied as he grabbed my chin and slowly leaned in once more.

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[superhaught]

To Be Another Notch in Your Bedpost

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut! (18+ MDNI) implied sub/bratty Leighton, implied dom/brat tamer reader, one night stand

(This is my first ever published fic please be gentle! I want to start taking requests for anything Renee/Regina/Leighton so, ya know, tell me if ya like it and wanna see more writing from me)

Word Count: 2700, Part 1/?

Reader has a one night stand with the Leighton Murray.

Explicit Content Below

This party was everything you hated. Loud, unintelligible music. Drunken idiots everywhere. Sticky spills all over the floor and sweaty bodies brushing against you no matter how much you tried to stay out of the way. 

You wouldn’t have even come out tonight if it wasn’t for the fact that your friend basically dragged you kicking and screaming out of your dorm and away from your comfortable Netflix binging. You remained steadfast, though. She could bring you to the party but she couldn’t make you enjoy it. While she danced in the middle of it all, you continued to nurse your one cup of punch against the wall, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of people watching.

It wasn’t that you thought you were better than your peers, you just couldn’t match their vibe. You couldn’t let go enough. You couldn’t become uninhibited. Your first year at Essex had been an overwhelming one. Making good friends had been hard. Staying on top of your classes even more so. And finding common ground with the legacy and/or wealthy students had been damn near impossible. Your student job in the library was draining, and your dating life had been nonexistent. This party felt like the absolute last thing you needed to decompress. 

You were just about to throw in the towel and say goodbye to your friend when someone unexpected approached you. 

“Hey wallflower,” she said, addressing you, “a few of the Theta guys are concerned that you’re bored or drugged. Either way, they want it to be resolved.”

The girl was Leighton Murray. A rising queen bee on campus. She was deeply connected to the school, extremely popular within multiple social groups on campus, and easily one of the most stunning women you have ever seen by far. 

You chuckle awkwardly and smile at the blonde, “Ah. Well, I am sorry for disturbing the vibe of the party. I know that the frats work hard to make these go well. But truly, I’m neither bored nor drugged, just… not fitting in.”

Leighton raises an eyebrow at you, “I take it this isn’t your usual scene, then?”

“Not at all,” you admit. “I’m much more comfortable in quiet settings with fewer people to worry about.”

Leighton nods and takes a sip from her own drink, glancing over the crowd thoughtfully. She turns back to you, “What made you come, then?”

You shrug, “I was forced by my friend. Apparently my preferred Friday night of watching Queer Eye and baking brownies for myself in the dorm kitchens depresses her.”

Leighton laughs, “It’s not necessarily a bad thing but definitely not how you should be spending your Friday nights in college…” she looks you up and down for a moment, clearly checking you out, “are you… ya know?” She makes her wrist go limp in that recognizable signal and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“What? Gay?” She looks a little embarrassed but you smile warmly and give her a reassuring nod, “Yes, I am. Very much so, don’t worry.”

She nods and takes another drink, and you mirror her. Word spreads quickly amongst the sapphic community at Essex and Leighton had been a big topic of conversation lately. The story was that she had recently come out and was making up for lost time. It wasn’t something that you judged her for, but now that she was here chatting you up, it did make you question the depth of her intentions. 

You tilt your head questioningly at her and decide to be bold, “We haven’t connected yet, have we?” 

Her cheeks flush and she hides her face with her cup again as she responds, “No… we have not…” 

“So were you truly sent by the frat guys to come check on me or did you… maybe volunteer yourself for the task?”

She feigns offense at your question and then shrugs, “I will neither confirm nor deny.” 

You flash her a knowing smirk and take another sip of your drink. You’re more than interested in her, but you’re also more than nervous. Casual hook-ups have never been your thing and Leighton was the type of woman that you’d want to spend more than just one exciting night with. But for all you knew, that’s not what she wanted right now. 

“Well…” she begins quietly, “since you aren’t enjoying yourself here, would it be okay for me to take you somewhere else?”

You slowly nod your head and meet her eyes, “Can I ask you a question first, Leighton?”

She nods back, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“What are you looking for, right now?”

She gives you a confused expression, “What do you mean?”

“Do you want one fun night and nothing more, or someone who might last longer than one fun night?”

She considers the question for a moment, “Is it important for you to know the answer to that before we go further?”

“It is,” you reply, “I just want to manage my expectations.”

She nods in understanding, “You’re the first person who’s actually asked that… honestly, I’m just looking to feel good. Lately, that has resulted in a string of fun nights… but I’m not opposed to having more than that, really.”

“So, you’re saying that if you hit it off with someone and they asked you out, you wouldn’t outright reject them?”

She nods, “Right. Does that… help you with your concerns?”

“Yeah, it does. Thank you.” You smile again and she smiles back, seemingly moved by your tender nature. You hold out your hand to her and finally introduce yourself and she echoes your name back to you as she happily shakes your hand. 

“So… about my offer?”

You giggle and nod, “Get me out of here, Leighton.”

The girl grabs your hand and quickly leads you out of the frat party. You’re able to quickly shoot your friend an explanatory text so that she won’t worry about your whereabouts, and soon enough, you're trailing behind Leighton Murray as she takes you across campus back to her dorm. 

You hold onto her hand the entire time. She swiftly unlocks the door to her suite, which is thankfully empty at the moment, and she pulls you straight into her room, shutting the door behind you. 

You lock eyes and smile, a little nervously on both of your parts. It was comforting to you that there was some anxiety for her as well. But you’ve never been one to let that anxiousness prevent you from taking the lead. You bring your hands up to her cheeks and cradle her softly as you pull her in towards you and close the distance between your lips. Her eyes flutter shut and a small sigh escapes her as you kiss. The softness of her, the lipgloss she wears, the perfume on her neck… all of it completely tantalizes you and you suddenly have no trouble falling into her completely. 

Her hands drift to the small of your back, then she squeezes your ass playfully and yanks you a little closer to her, which prompts you to gently push her backwards so that she’s against the door. Leighton gasps lightly and you smile in the kiss, knowing that your actions have pleased her. Your parted lips give her the opportunity to graze her tongue over your bottom lip and you eagerly accept it and meet her with yours, deepening the kiss. 

You begin to trail your hands down her body, letting your fingertips brush skin where it’s exposed and fidgeting with the fabric of her dress as you go down to her hips and hold onto her firmly. Your touch sends a shiver up her spine and she moans. You pause the kiss for just a moment so that you can take a much needed deep breath, but you keep your nose and forehead pressed against her and meet her gorgeous blue eyes again for a second and you can’t help but be in awe, “fuck…” you breathe.

She nods eagerly and pulls you back in for more. You push her back against the door again, keeping her pinned in place as you gently shift her hair out of the way of her neck and you lean down to place kisses on her skin beneath her jawline and along her pulse point. 

She sighs and melts, biting her lower lip and burying her fingers into the hair at the back of your neck to hold onto you. Your lips and tongue explore her soft, sensitive skin and you playfully nibble at her earlobe which makes her gasp before you return to her lips and continue making out with her. 

You feel her start to rock her hips, trying to grind against you in search of friction where she needs it. You smile and tease her, slowing down your movements and taking your time to worship the other side of her neck and each collarbone. 

She groans, “oh fuck… you… tease...”

You smirk and whisper into her ear, “Feeling needy, Leight? If you want something, you’d better ask for it.”

She whines and bites into her lower lip hard but then indignantly shakes her head, deciding to try to maintain a little bit of brattiness rather than just caving right away. 

Your hands drop down to her thighs and start to toy with the bottom hem of her dress, inching the fabric upwards bit by bit and making her squirm while you kiss her collarbones and as much of her chest as is exposed by the low cut. 

Your fingertips dance over her skin and give her goosebumps as you touch the backs of her thighs feather-light, keeping your pelvis just out of her reach so that when she rocks her hips, she doesn’t find anything to make contact with. You find a great deal of amusement in watching this powerful woman quickly crumble. She pulls your hair harder and gets even more vocal with her whines and groans, cursing in your ear and desperately seeking more deliberate touch from you. 

You keep kissing her neck, touching your lips and tongue softly to her hairline and feeling her pounding heartbeat. You barely hear it, a faint whisper escapes her, “please…” 

You raise an eyebrow and pull back to look at her face, “Hm? What was that?”

Leighton grumbles and whispers it again, “please… please.”

“Please, what?”

“Oh my god please fucking fuck me!” She finally blurts. 

You smile, satisfied, and decide to oblige her instead of gloating any further. You kiss her lips once more before lowering yourself onto your knees between her legs, her mouth falls open and she stares down at you in awe.

You look up at her and maintain eye contact as you hike up the fabric of her dress even more, until it bunches around her hips and exposes her lace panties and an intoxicating inch of skin between her navel and the underwear. You reach your head up and press a soft, cruel kiss to her center over the fabric which makes her jut her hips and groan, falling back against the door a little bit. You can feel how hot and wet she already is and you try not to let that go to your head. 

You slide your hands down the skin of her legs and follow your fingers with your lips, kissing her gently, until your hands reach her heels and you start to take them off of her one at a time while watching her face. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Leighton.” You tell her. 

She just flushes and nods, helping you by kicking her shoes off and out of the way. Your hands return to her thighs and then slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and you start to pull them down. She moans and you feel an overwhelming wave of heat race through your own body and settle between your legs. You watch her eyes as you pull the fabric down and she carefully steps out of it, then you take a moment to admire her like this and you feel like all of this must be a dream. 

“Are you ready, Leighton?” 

She nods emphatically, “God yes… please…”

You nod and help her drape one of her legs over our shoulder as you get yourself into a solid position and bring your face between her thighs.

She leans back, putting more of her weight against the door and with one more affirmative nod, you extend your tongue and drag it along her. 

You hear her moan and can sense her letting her head fall back against the door as she winds her fingers into your hair and holds your head firmly in place so that you are less inclined to pull away. 

Your senses are flooded by the taste and feel of her and your own eyes roll back before you shut them completely and draw your focus into pleasing this incredible woman. Your lips and tongue start to work on her slowly, you moan against her and she grinds against you and you can tell that she’s already anxious for release. 

You drag your tongue languidly through her folds and pause to push it inside of her before returning to her clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the flat of your tongue. You can easily tell what she likes and wants more of and it doesn’t take long at all to build her up to climax. Your lower face is already drenched in her but you stay in place and maintain the pace and motions that she’s responding to, feeling all of her muscles tense, her breathing quicken and her noises intensify. With just a few more movements of your tongue she finally releases with a long, drawn out moan and you start to slow your ministrations as she rides out her orgasm on your face. She beams widely and laughs joyously through the waves of ecstasy, breathing hard, chest heaving. 

You do your best to clean her up and then you quickly stand and help support her as her legs weaken. With a simple lift, you bring her from the door to her bed and lie her down and she curls up with a big smile on her face and says, “holy shit…” 

You laugh and crawl into the bed next to her and wrap your arms around her while she rests for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her bearings. You spend a few quiet minutes just spooning her and rubbing her back gently and she smiles and hums happily. 

Eventually, she whispers, “You know, I’ve slept with a lot of people recently… but what you just did for me… doesn’t even compare. I feel like you’re on a whole different graph…”

You laugh, “What? That can’t be true.”

“No, I'm being one hundred percent serious. That was insane.”

You smile and get close to her ear and whisper to her, “It doesn’t have to be over…”

“Well right, I need to return the favor…” She starts to roll over toward you but you hold her in place and stop her, leaning over her shoulder and kissing her neck lightly, “sure, you could do that, but I’m talking about it not being over for you…” you whisper against her ear.

“Fuck…” she groans, “are you going for some kind of record?”

“I just want to make you feel good…”

“You’re unreal…”

You flash her a playful smirk and she gets up out of the bed and slips a sock over the door handle to her room, “Bela will understand.”

You both giggle and then she excitedly gets back into the bed with you, climbing onto your lap and immediately capturing your lips in more passionate kisses. 

The night skips on, continuing to excite and pleasure you both, and you remind yourself no short of a hundred times to thank your friend for making you come to the party.

Next Chapter

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Robin’s Unaware of Ultimate Evil Behind The Scenes: Jude Jazza Chapter 1

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

It was extremely quiet that day.

I hadn’t heard the voice I normally do, and it wasn’t until sunset I noticed something was off.

(Come to think of it, I ain’t seen her today.)

Just as I noticed and started to consider the voice’s absent owner, Ellis opened his mouth like he was calling out my thoughts.

Ellis: Kate went out today.

Jude: Ha?

Ellis: Was I wrong? It seemed like you were looking for someone, so that’s why I thought that.

(Creep, ya misunderstood.)

(I ain’t lookin’ for her.)

Not bothering to respond, I pick up my pace when Ellis started talking about I didn’t ask about.

Ellis: It's a party she’s been looking forward to for a while.

Ellis: It was planned by a baroness who rose from the working class, and said that even working people need to have fun.

Ellis: I think she was invited by someone from her previous workplace, and she thought she’d give it a try.

Jude: Yer well informed.

Ellis: I just saw her off.

Jude: Oh, yeah.

Ellis: I said hello for Jude too.

Jude: Do whatever ya want.

As I walked faster to get back to my room —

???: Ah, you two!

I turned around to find pink hair in front of me, and sensing trouble I scowled.

Ellis: Liam, what’s wrong.

Liam: I was asked to deliver a message for you to go to the office when you returned.

Jude: It’s just to get another mission from her Majesty the Queen, innit?

Liam: I think so, but it seems like Kate might be involved.

Jude: ….Hah?

When I furrow my brow at the spun name, Liam quickly shakes his head.

Liam: Don’t worry it doesn’t seem like she was attacked or involved in any kind of incident.

Ellis: Okay, thanks Liam.

I quicken my pace as I glance at him leaving with a wave of his hand.

Ellis: I wonder what he means by it’s related to Kate.

Without even responding to Ellis’ words, I threw open the office door,

Victor: Welcome back, that was quick.

Jude: Whaddaya smilin’ for ol’ man.

Victor: Nothing, you just came much sooner than expected.

Victor: I just thought it was because of Kate’s name being mentioned.

Jude: I’m leavin’.

Victor: Wait, wait, it’s actually about a mission!

Victor seemed impatient with me as I mentally clicked my tongue, and turned to leave.

(Ya ain’t one to be in a hurry though.)

Ellis: So, what’s it about it?

Victor: Her Majesty the Queen has heard of a drug deals happening,

Victor: You’re ordered to go to the scene and secure the main culprit.

Apparently, a certain aristocrat living in London is supplying drugs to the working class.

The instant I learned about the venue, the atmosphere changed.

Victor: The site is at the party Kate’s attending.

Jude: …..What’s that idiot doin’.

Victor: It seems safe to say that the Baroness who’s hosting the party is the one running the drugs.

(I thought it was just some street party.)

She hosts parties for non-aristocratic working people.

Although she was formerly of the working class, I was puzzled as to why she did something that wouldn’t make money —

(So that princess joined without knowin’ nothin’.)

(‘Though you’ve seen so many people’s evil intentions with Crown, ya didn’t even question it.)

Victor: Infiltrate the party, arrest the drug dealers, and capture the baroness.

Victor: That’s the mission given you this time.

Ellis: Shall we kill those involved?

Ellis asked with an unchanged expression as usual,

Victor: I’ll leave it up to you guys.

And as usual, Victor leaves it up to us —

Victor: AH, BUT THERE’S ONE PROBLEM!

There isn’t.

Jude: Don’t speak so loud all the sudden, yer so noisy.

Victor: I’m sorry, I just wanted to say one thing.

Victor: I want you to carry this out without Kate finding out.

(Yer sayin’ somethin’ I don’t get again.)

Victor: Kate was really looking forward to today’s party.

Victor: You know that too, right Ellis?

Ellis: Yeah, she seemed happier than usual.

Victor: She always works so hard, but I want her to forget about work for today.

Victor: So, the plan is for you to work behind the scenes to complete the mission and protect Kate!

I clicked my tongue at Victor who clapped his hands excitedly which lured Ellis in to clap too.

Jude: I understand the mission, but why should we protect the princess.

Victor: What if she’s forced to take drugs….! You’d be worried right?

Ellis: I don’t want that to happen because I want Kate to be happy.

Victor: That’s right, isn’t it? So, we have to protect her!

And then as usual, the signal was given to start the mission, ignoring my opinion.

Victor: Now then, loyalty to your evil.

Along with a click of my tongue.

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Hazbin gals reacting to their s/o saying "I love you" for the first time? (totally not self-indulgent, not at all)

Hell Yeah, indulge baby!!! I love me some sapphic hazbin fluff. The only ‘gals’ I write for are Charlie, Vaggie and Velvette. I hope that’s cool 🙂 👍🏼 if anyone wants part two with other characters… *cough* Lucifer *cough* let me know 😙 ENJOY ANON~

TW: swearing, Vaggie in lingerie, Velvette gets a little assertive 😉 mostly fluff tho

Hazbin Gals- First ‘I Love You’s 💘

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel, you watch with a content smile as your girlfriend paces back and forth, rambling on about her plans to save sinners and her mixed feelings about having a meeting with heaven. Charlie takes a few steps and pivots around before taking a few steps the other way, her fingers nervously fiddling with each other all the while her smile never fading.

“I’m just…I’m feeling so…AH! Ya know?” She finally scurries over to you and plops down on the couch, resting her hand on your knee. “Well I’m very proud of you, babe.” You respond with a smile but your eyes are fixed on her hand on your leg right now. As she continues her ranting, her words start to sound more like a song, the actual words not computing in your brain any longer. It’s just her pretty voice accompanied by her gentle touch. As if you couldn’t lose focus anymore, her hand shifts a bit, further up your thigh.

Her words stop abruptly, the silence causing you to look up at her. Her smile shrunk just a bit as she watched you, tilting her head to the side, her long hair swaying as it followed her movements. “What’s up, babe? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“I-I uh…I love you.” It tumbles from your lips before you can stop it, before your brain can even register that you are speaking right now. The damage is done. All you can do now is stare at the gorgeous blonde in front of you with wide, expectant eyes and a worried, tight-lined frown on your lips.

Her face was…hard to read. Which is strange because the princess was usually so loud and dramatic and over exaggerated and so animated with her facial expressions. But this expression was one you’d never seen before. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, revealing her pearly white fangs. Her light yellow eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them and the apples of her cheeks were nearly glowing red.

“Charlie? You…okay?” And like a switch being flipped, her expression changes completely. Now, her eyes are squinted up tight due to her huge, giddy grin. She’s holding her hands together tightly, slightly bouncing in her spot in front of you, soft giggles starting to sound from her.

“AWWWWW (Y/N)~” Charlie drags out saying your name, diverting her gaze elsewhere then bitting her lip shortly after. “I love you too. WOW!!! It feels so good to say that out loud and know you feel the same.” Her pale hands reach out for yours, squeezing your hands slightly as she looks into your eyes. “I love you.” She repeats at a much lower volume, making sure the words really sink in. Then she yanks you forward, wrapping you in a tight hug as soft giggles and dreamy sighs leave both your lips.

You’re not sure when she started crying because her body was once shaking from happy laughter and now, her body shakes as a soft gasp sounds from her, sniffling following shortly after. You pull away quickly to see her still sporting a big, goofy smile but with tears running down her cheeks. “You-you really l-l-love me…? AWW WWHAAAAA.”

Good job. You’ve reduced the princess of hell to a puddle of happy tears right in your lap. What else did you expect from the drama queen herself? Get ready for an all night cuddle session, complete with on and off kissing and crying.

Vaggie ⚔️

“Hey, hun. Good morning…” Vaggie mumbled softly to you as she groggily strolled towards you. This was a daily occurrence, a normal start to your morning- both of you getting ready in your own rooms then meeting in the lobby to say ‘good morning’ and then continue your day together. You had been dating for a good minute now but still haven’t moved into the same room. You decided a small boundary would be good for now until the relationship feels ready to move forward.

Today, a Saturday, you both thought it’d be fun to stay in your pajamas and have a lazy day. There were no solid plans today and you’ve been missing your girl so when you brought it up to her last night, Vaggie was more than happy to spend a lazy day with you. But holy hell…you’re at a loss for words when you realize her pajamas weren’t just pajamas. She had this absolutely gorgeous little white nighty on, a thin silky dress that barely covered her crotch and ass, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. Was she wearing it for this occasion, just to impress you? Or…is this what she always wears to bed?

All your blood rushes to your face within seconds, even your ears were fire red as your eyes stayed stuck to her frame in that night dress. She normally dressed pretty feminine and cute but you never expected her to wear such adorable lingerie to bed. Vaggie seemed to catch on immediately, looking down at herself briefly before looking back at you with down turned lips and furrowed brows. “Too much?”

“Oh shit, I-I’m sorry. No! Just caught me off guard with your…pajamas. You’re just so cute. Shit, sorry, lemme stop talking now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, eyes frantically scanning over her small but toned little body. You felt like such a perv, suddenly looking away and trying to hide your embarrassed and ashamed face in your hands.

Vaggie sympathizes, understanding that you’re flustered but also very into her but also trying not to stare. She steps closer, gently grabbing both your hands in hers. She lifts both your hands up and gently interlaces her fingers between yours. Your clasped hands were sweaty as hell against hers, making her smile grow a little bigger. “I can go change.” She mumbles softly, her eyes scanning your expression, waiting for you to make eye contact with her again.

All you could muster up is a low hum in response as you shake your head ‘no’. “Oh so you like it then?” She steps even closer, her barely clothed body nearly pressed against yours now. You swallow thickly, your lip quivering ever so slightly as you inhale, scrambling to find the words to reply to her.

“Oh y-yeah, I love it actually! I love you.” Your hand comes to your mouth as if trying to shove those last three words back in. You can’t help but stutter your way through a second response, but Vaggie throws her own reply in as well. “You do?” Vaggie is nearly whispering now, watching as you panic. “Fuck! No, that’s not what I meant. I mean-Well, wait…I-I…” She can tell you’re malfunctioning and probably very close to imploding in on yourself as you decide what is the right thing to say next. You shake your head vigorously, waving your hands in the air as if trying to clear your foggy brain. When you finally take a breath and look back to her face, Vaggie is smiling sweetly, looking as though she might just melt straight down into the carpet below you.

“Oh, (Y/N/N)~ I love you too.” She closes in on you fully, her arms quickly finding themselves comfy around your neck, her blushy face just inches from yours now. “Hmm…you think it’s too much for everyone else to see?” She has a smug smile on her face now. She was trying to tease you at this point, seeing just how far she could take this before you’re collapsing into her arms.

“Are you suggesting we go some where more private?” You try to flirt back but your voice cracks and you can’t maintain eye contact for longer than a second or two. Your attempt at flirting yanks a loud laugh from her, making her throw her head back momentarily before she pulls back and grabs your hand. She begins leading you towards her room, replaying your voice in her head over and over as you said ‘I love you’. She’s gonna ask you to say it again once you’re in private.

And you just can’t stop glancing down at her barely covered ass and her fully exposed legs in that cute nighty as you follow behind her. I mean who can blame you?

Velvette 💀

Your girl is going off right now, having just gotten into some stupid fight with Valentino. You’re so super sure he’s the most toxic being you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting and it irked you even more that he was her business partner, her roommate. This is a regular occurrence- Val barging into Velvette’s studio drunk as hell, yelling and smoking the whole room up. And every time, Velvette gets pissed and instantly starts spewing rude names and swear words at him. It’s honestly pretty frightening to have to sit back and watch, eyes darting back and forth between them as you cower in your seat, knowing that if you even try to intervene you might end up double dead.

But now, Val has been gone and out of sight for at least ten minutes now but Velvette is still completely irate. She’s now sitting beside you on a couch, just the two of you taking up space in the studio. You watch as she rants and rambles, her expression full of rage, her voice booming with a slight growl to it. You weren’t sure how to talk her down from this one, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so…stressed.

You decide maybe a gentle touch would help pull her attention to you so you can further try to calm her and get her mind off Val. As your hand slips into hers, she holds it firmly but continues to vent, telling you all about her feelings. “Like what a fucking dickhead! Ugh! I don’t storm into his studio and interrupt his fuck fest.” Your other hand moves to join the one that’s already holding Velvette, gently rubbing up and down her arm. “Yeah, Im sorry, V. He’s the worst…”

Still, Velvette is talking at a rapid pace but her voice has become much softer, her face seeming to relax a bit as her eyes move to focus on the gentle hand on her arm. “Is there…anything I can do to calm you?” You try to interject, hoping to stop her train of thought from going crazy and derailing. “No, darling. No. It’s alright. I’m sorry you have to see me get so nasty and ugly like this. I just can’t control my temper sometimes. Oh, I’m so ashamed.” She turns her face away from you- this is a side of Velvette you’ve never seen before. She gets mad often, she does have a fiery temper and you’ve seen that well enough by now but you both know she’s never been this pent up and pissed off. The more she calms down, the more insecure she becomes…a side of Velvette no one has ever seen.

“Oh, no! Don’t apologize. I know you’re not yelling at me, you’re more…yelling to me. It’s good to vent, to get it all out. Don’t worry, babe. I love you-“ and her head turns so fast, you’re concerned about her neck for a second. It’s almost like she processed your words before you did. “Did…you just say you love me?” She leans back, not to get away from you but to get a better look at your face right now.

And now you’re burning up, feeling sweat start to form under your arms and on your forehead. Oh and your hands? Yeah, They’ve been sweaty! “Uh no, no…I uh…” You can’t even come up with an excuse or any kind of comeback before Velvette is on the move, slowly crawling over you with a devious smirk on her thin lips…excruciatingly slow…

“Nah ah ah. Don’t lie to me, darling.” She continues her pursue on you, pushing you back into the couch as she towers over you now, her hands on your wrists as she pins them back against the cushions. “Say it again.” With her so close to you, fully on top of you now, it’s becoming extremely difficult to avoid her gaze or try to escape the situation. “C’mon, I wanna hear it again.” She teases, leaning in to gently tap her nose on yours. Your breath catches in your chest, your stomach feeling warm and bubbly as you close your eyes, focusing in on her soft breaths wafting across your lips.

“I love you…” You finally get it out again, not daring to open your eyes. You’re pretty sure if you opened your eyes and looked up at Velvette right now, you’d completely erode away from embarrassment right before her eyes, just a pile of dust. Hearing the words again sends a jolt of electricity to Velvette’s brain and all her courage suddenly swells in her gut and she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s quick and soft and somehow better than every other kiss you’ve ever shared. Maybe it’s just the heat of the moment.

Finally, she got you to open your eyes again. The shocked look on your face makes her want to go even harder, tease you even more, turn you into a bright red jittery idiot right here right now. “I love you too, my darling little angel baby.” Velvette loves to call you that, she figures she’s more evil you’re more good, you balance each other out, yin and yang. Aaand yep! She was right, calling you cute pet names would break you even further.

Velvette sits back on the couch, cackling, gasping for air, trying her best to keep her eyes open through the tears so she can see your face. She’s not making fun of you…but she’s kinda making fun of you. She’s so very flattered you love her but you get so jumpy and shy when she presses you like that, she can’t help but take advantage sometimes. She adores the hell out if you and often wonders how a soft, gentle, kind heart like yours could truly be in love with a heart like hers.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”

Aaannddd cue the make out sesh

[howlingday]

What if Jaune’s sisters are very, and I mean very overprotective toward Jaune when they heard he used to have a crush on Weiss and how she treated him back in Beacon?

Jaune: Hey, Mom? Have you seen Weiss?

Mama Arc: No, I can't say I have.

Jaune: Hm... Is Dad around?

Mama Arc: He's taking a nap, dear, but he should be awake in about an hour.

Papa Arc: (Walks in) Phew! All finished chopping up that firewood for ya, honey~! Kinda weird asking me to do it this early in spring, but I could use the work! Oh, howdy, Jaune!

Jaune: Hey, Dad. So... HAS ANYONE SEEN WEISS?

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Weiss: Feel free to stop me at any time.

The former heiress and current belle of Jaune Arc sat on her stump, looking over her nails to ensure they hadn't been scuffed or dirtied by the assault continuously made on her since her being brought into the deep woods by the Arc farm home. Thus far, only a bug had managed to slip past her defenses to bite her arm, an action that made her regret not taking repellent with her. However, she was hardly at fault as five of Jaune's seven sisters had been on the attack for the young woman since dragging her out here. Last night, Jaune had explained how they met with Weiss chiming in that Jaune had awkwardly failed on multiple occasions to woo her, earning a coo of adoration from Jaune's prepubescent youngest sister, a chiding swipe of a finger from his mother, and a uproarious laughter from his father. However, his five sisters, the ones now gathering strength to attack her for the umpteenth time, glared at Weiss as though she were in the wrong for turning him down. One sister took the first leap before being slammed into the dirt by a glyph. A second tried coming in low, like some feral beast, only to slam face-first into another glyph like a brick wall. The third and fourth, as twins are wont to do, attempted a pincer attack, only to be launched into one another again. That was four, which meant five was...

Arc Sister: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Weiss managed to leap away, leaving the sister to unintentionally slam herself into the fist of a giant, frozen cestus.

Weiss: I'm going back to the house. If you intend to stop attacking me like a bunch of... maniacs, then I'd be happy to walk with you.

The sisters did little to respond besides grown various sounds of discontent. The ice queen shrugged and turned away.

Weiss: I thought so.

[eyesthatroll]

my champ | n. mackinnon

pairing; nathan mackinnon x fem!reader

warning(s); kissing, cursing, mention of insecurity/self pressure??

summary; not long enough for a summary but took inspiration sort of from this tweet!!!! (🥹🥹)

word count; 0.83k

author's note; guys, i don't know how it happened, but i became enamored with nathan mackinnon in the time span of like 17 hours. i don't know what it is, there's just something about him!!!!!! anyways, go canucks!1!1! also this was going to be a lot longer but i haven't written in a while and just wanted to get back into the swing of things, hope it's not too bad. love ya!

Entering the hotel room, you feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue, prompting you to collapse onto the plush queen-sized bed positioned at the room's center. Disregarding the conventional way of removing your shoes, you nudge them off with your toes, allowing them to tumble onto the soft carpeted floor, not really caring where they land while simultaneously hoping Nathan doesn’t trip on them. 

"Baby?" Nathan's voice echoes from the bathroom. In reply, you emit a soft hum, the gentle cascade of water from the sink filling the room's silence.

Exiting the bathroom, he casually discards his jacket onto a coat rack affixed to the wall. Crossing over to the opposite side of the bed, he bends down to meet your gaze at eye level. "You okay?"

You roll your eyes, a subtle sigh escaping your lips. "Tired, hungry, dreading the weekend.”

He rises from his previous position, and you shift on the bed, making room for him to join. Settling in effortlessly, he turns his body to lie on his side, supporting his head with his elbow, giving him a perfect view of you. His gaze focuses on your left hand, where you absentmindedly fiddle with the gorgeous 4-carat radiant-cut diamond ring adorning your finger.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that on your finger," Nathan's voice is a gentle murmur, as if he fears that speaking any louder about your wedding ring would broadcast it to the entire world.

You respond with a soft smile, lifting your gaze to meet his deep blue eyes, filled with nothing but adoration. "It's a beautiful ring."

Indeed, it truly was. The diamond, precisely cut to the shape you desired, struck the perfect balance in size—not overly showy, as larger ones might seem to you, yet not too small, just perfectly proportioned. Leave it to Nathan to discover and present you with your dream ring, even though you had only casually mentioned your preferences maybe once in the past two years.

"You're beautiful," he comments easily, his free hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your teeth graze your bottom lip as you fight back a smile. "You're so corny.”

His thumb meets his middle finger to flick you in the forehead, shaking his head as he falls back onto the pillow. "Fuck off."

Seeing an opportunity, you use it to gracefully climb over him, your posture settling over the waistband of his sweatpants, which were hanging dangerously low. Taking a moment, you allow yourself to truly look at him, your breath catching in your throat as you admire your husband.

"What?" he asks, eyebrows quirked.

You shake your head. "You're so handsome."

He truly was, in every inconceivable sense of the word. You made it a point to express that sentiment and offer other compliments on a daily basis. Nathan, being a professional athlete, tended to be hard on himself and often overly critical. While you knew your compliments couldn't fully dispel what brewed below the surface, you liked to believe they provided some solace at least a little bit. 

"Who's corny now?" he teases, his hands shifting from his sides to your waist, slipping under the thick material of one of his old hoodies that you've stolen.

"I'm serious," you groan, laying a gentle slap against his chest.

"So was I," he counters. "And I-"

You lean down swiftly, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to silence him, and it works like a charm. Though, you can feel his famous Nate Mackinnon giggle against your lips, prompting one of your own. When you pull apart, a soft smile graces your lips as your fingers trace down the scruff of his beard. "My Stanley Cup champ."

His cheeks redden at your words, and he lets out an airy laugh.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" you ask, and he nods. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, undoubtedly carrying a lingering taste of strawberry from your tinted lip balm.

"You tell me every day," he answers with a quick retort, rolling his eyes. However, a smile lingers on his lips.

Raising a brow, you inquire, "Do you believe me?"

Asking the question seemed to hang in the air, the silence stretching before he responded. His brow furrows, and you could almost feel the weight of his thoughts. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a mix of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Course I do,” he finally answers. 

You narrow your eyes at him, sensing his hesitation. That wasn’t a very convincing answer, but you decide not to pressure him further. Instead, you lean down and rejoin your lips with his. This time, his hands migrate from your waist to your bum, their grip firm and reassuring as he sucks in your bottom lip.

"I love you so damn much," he murmurs, between kisses down your neck. 

God, did you love this man with everything in you.

[hurts2think]

I just saw that you're accepting Hook requests, I hope it doesn't bother you! I was thinking of Hook falling in love with a male!dragon rider, kind of like How To Train Your Dragon, I don't know if you understand me! And it would be that he doesn't believe the reader who rides dragons but then reader gives him a ride and it's reader's brave and fearless personality that suddenly makes Hook fall in love and acts like a clumsy adorable guy, I hope I'm not sounding weird! xoxo

🏴‍☠��Young!James Hook x Reader🏴‍☠️

Reader pronouns: He/him

Pairing: Young!James Hook x Masc!Reader

Plot: It's finally spring break and you can't wait to go home and see your lovely dragon companion! But as excited as you are, a certain hooked boy doesn't quite believe you're capable of flying around on dragons. So why not take him out to fly and watch him get nervous?

Word Count: 1.8k

Extra: ahhh this idea is so cute. Btw I have a ton of requests. I plan on doing ALL of them but it'll take awhile. Hopefully Queen of Hearts will be done next!🫶

It was that time of year where the snow was melting and the flowers were blooming. The cold turned into warm air that filled the bright and sunny days. It was finally spring.

And spring meant the school had spring break coming up. Everyone would be able to go off and do what they want for a week instead of rush to their classes everyday.

"So, what're your plans for the break?" Your best friend, Zellie, asked you.

She sat across from you, picking at her unappetizing school lunch.

"Hmm. I dunno. Probably go home for the week. It's a long trip but I really miss Berry." You replied with a sigh.

Berry was your companion that couldn't come along with you to Merlin Academy. He was of course your dragon companion. You've known and loved him for so long, it was exciting when you were accepted into Merlin Academy, but just as heartbreaking to leave him.

You try and visit him every chance you get, but there are only so many chances.

Zellie's face lit up with a smile, "Oh right. That's sweet. It's always so cool that you have a dragon that you ride." She gushed at the thought of flying in the air on some type of air creature.

You smile at her enthusiasm and just as you were to respond, an all too familiar voice comes from behind you.

"A dragon? A dragon rider? Little prince on a dragon? That's hilarious."

James Hook. A VK that spent too much of his time messing with you and many of your other friends. And now as he was walking by your table and overhearing what you were discussing, he couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it.

With a huff you turn your head to scowl at him, "You think I'm lying or something?"

Hook seemed to take your response as an invitation to slide into the seat next to you and a signal to annoy you as much as possible, "I think someone's spending a little too much time in dream land."

"You're a teenage pirate who fights little boys that can fly, that's arguably less believable." You scoff.

Zellie suddenly decides to perk in, "He really does have a dragon, ya know. And he's like totally the best rider out there. Plus his dragon is so totally cute! You should see the pictures he got on his camera." She said, clearly getting swept away in thought of the adorable creature.

This only made Hook laugh again, "Right, right. A wee lil dragon with a cute wee lil boy riding it?" He mocked with a harder laugh as he teasingly poked your shoulder.

You swatted his hand away quickly, ignoring his remark of you being 'cute'.

"Whatever, laugh all you want. You know, If you really want proof, why don't you stop by my home village? I'm sure I'll be in generous enough mood to let you go for a ride." You remark with a small smirk, already picturing the shocked look Hook would have on his face when he saw you ride. Anything other than that stupid evil grin on him would make you happy.

He stopped laughing and his face turned into one of skepticism, "Really?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms, "I mean, unless you have some other plans this break. Like fighting 12 year olds and fairies in Neverland."

Hook seemed unamused by your comment, "Fine. I'll come to see your 'dragon' and watch you ride it." He rolled his eyes.

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You were actually a little surprised when Hook agreed to this. You were mostly joking but when he agreed, you couldn't back out now.

Your biggest concern though was having him so close to home and accidentally meeting your parents or something.

The last thing you'd want is your parents thinking their son was friends with some stuck up pirate.

"Okay Berry is in the stables so we'll just walk over there. Then we can saddle up and ride him." You explained, grabbing some of the riding equipment you needed while Hook stood with his arms crossed, keeping a distance from you.

"A stable? Saddle? Do you need to wear a cowboy hat too?" He mocked with a laugh. Though he was becoming less confident in his assumption that you were just making things up.

It's not that he didn't believe in dragons or that riders existed, he came from a place where pretty much anything existed. He just couldn't believe you were a dragon rider. Or that dragons even lived in the normal world.

You sigh at his mocking remarks, "Yeah yeah whatever," you start walking to the stables and he follows close behind.

Honestly it was surprisingly for him. He tried not to show his shock obviously, but you really did have a dragon. He was big and red. This was his first time ever seeing a dragon in person. They were much bigger than he imagined.

You saddled Berry up after saying hello to him and cooing at him, "Well, let's go."

"Oh, no, I'll pass." Hook said, trying to remain expressionless.

"What? You thought I was lying and now you're scared?" You mocked with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes, "No. I'll just watch you ride. You're probably not very good, I don't trust my life in the hands of yours and your dragon."

You nodded, "Okay... So you're scared?" You replied, rephrasing his scentence.

"I'm not." He declared, crossing one arm over his chest and holding his hook to his cheek.

"Maybe I will ride. I'm a pirate. You think pirates get anywhere by being scared? I'm not scared." He said as he approached you and the dragon, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

His inflated ego didn't make it hard to convince him to ride with you. Just call him scared and he'll be quick to defend himself and do almost anything to prove you wrong.

You helped him onto Berry and sat in front of him so you could do the actual flying part. "Hold on," you warn him, getting ready for take off.

Hook made sure to keep his body from pressing against yours and only resting his hand on your waist with his hook to the side. But once Berry actually started going up into the air and Hook looked down into the small village below you too, he didn't hesitate to completely wrap his arms around you and stay close.

The ride was mostly slow and steady compared to your usual pace but you kept it slow for the sake of it being Hook's first time riding.

The way he held tightly onto your waist surprisingly made your cheeks flush lightly, but he was too worried about himself to even notice or tease you about it.

"Do you want to keep going slow, or go faster?" You asked the man behind you.

"Faster." Was all he said. Clearly he didn't want to but he was determined to prove he wasn't scared.

You smirk slightly at the clear fact he was horrified. But just to prove a point, you suddenly sped up without any build. Hook let out a yell as Berry went faster and sped around doing flips and such. Hook had long already shut his eyes tight but you were having a blast.

Laughing and smiling as you rode faster and took lots of turns and twists.

Diving right through the high green mountains and almost reaching the ground before running back up high into the white puffy clouds.

Hook wasn't sure how you managed to stay so happy and excited about it without your heart dropping to your stomach.

He finally managed to open his eyes but instead of looking down to see how high up you were, he looked at you to try and stay calm. But looking at your big grin and fearless look, it felt like his heart had just been ripped out and replaced with butterflies.

The way you thrived on the experience and the danger of it wasn't something he expected. You were always hanging around the goody kids and always sticking up for the 'right thing' so he never expected you to be as adventurous and brave as you were.

He would never admit it but it was admirable. He thrived on his own kind of danger but this wasn't really his scene. Though it was great for you.

The way the wind blew against your face and how happy you looked made it perfect for you.

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Once you landed on the ground, Hook didn't waste any time to stumble off of the dragon.

You hopped off Berry with ease and stayed strong in your stance. Though once you noticed Hook's lack of stability, you grab him by the arms and help him stand up straight as he tries to regain his balance.

"So? Still think I don't ride dragons?"

Hook looked at you and then looked away. He clearly didn't like being proven wrong, "Whatever. I was just joking before." He tried defending himself, now standing up straight to try and hide how he just almost fell to the ground. But ya know, anything other than admitting he was wrong.

You cross your arms and raise a brow with a smirk, "Right. Just a joke." You chuckle, "But it was fun, right? You liked it? Or was it too scary?" You tease.

"Not scary." He said, standing straight,

"Mhm. Because your screaming didn't make you seem scared at all." You say sarcastically.

"I don't remember screaming." The skin on his cheeks turned a light red and he looked away from your ridiculously gorgeous face for a moment to regain himself. "But..." He trailed, taking a couple steps closer to you, taking his hook and dragging it gently down your cheek in almost a seductive manner, "I'm sure it was exciting to have my body against you like that."

You were very unamused by his flirting attempt, though you made no effort to pull away from him, "Hmm. I didn't notice. I hope you weren't too distracted by me. Don't want to miss the point of flying." You smirk back at him.

He frowned slightly, pulling his hook away as his face heated up a little at your flirtatious banter. "Say what you like. But admit it, it was nice, wasn't it? You liked it." He grinned, clearly absorbed in how own confidence. Though it came off more as ridiculously adorable to you than some cool confidence.

It was kind of like he saw you differently now. Sure, you'd always caught his eye just from how insanely handsome he found you, but he always thought you were just some rule follower that stuck around royalty all day. But now he actually saw you. And it was way more attractive.

"Hey, if you want to go again later, you know where to find me," You offer with a small genuine smile, "But maybe I should take you out to dinner first. You know, to ease your nerves." You smirk with a teasing wink.

"Careful with your jokes, darling. I might take you up on that offer." A smirk of his own grew on Hook's face. But, God, you made him a mess. That smirk made his heart beat faster and harder than ever before.

[greenparker]

In the Stillnes. Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Tasm! Peter Parker x Reader. Warnings: None? Absent mother... if that counts lol. Summary: After being ditched by your mom for a date, Y/N waits alone for a bus in Queens, where you meet Peter, a friendly stranger. Their conversation sparks a blossoming friendship.

No pronouns used for reader :) A/N: Ive worked on this for so long and I just want it to be finished. And perhaps I will make a part 2 if needed, it was really fun. :) Enjoy

If this continues just know it will be a slow burn 😝

Also ps…. i will be accepting requests if anyone would like.

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You were exhausted and cold, yearning to escape to the warmth of home after a long day at work. The last thing on your mind was taking the bus, but then your phone buzzed. It was your mom, her sweet voice breaking through your fatigue with surprising energy.

“Something came up,” she said cheerfully. “I can’t pick you up. I finally found a date I’m not going to miss!”

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “What if something happens?” You hissed, worry flooding your voice. The world felt cruel and unpredictable, and the thought of being alone in the middle of Queens sent a shiver down your spine.

She laughed lightly, a sound that felt distant and infuriating. “You’ll be fine! That’s why we have Spiderman!” Her high-pitched cheerfulness grated on you. Your heart sank as you realized how little she seemed to care. “The man of my dreams will be here in ten minutes, so I have to go. Be safe! Love ya!” Before you could respond, the line went dead, leaving you staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever. The bench you were sitting on was cold, your legs twisted together trying to gather warmth as you wait for a bus. To say you were impatient would be an understatement.

The street was eerily quiet, save for the occasional car speeding by. Your breath fogged in the chill air, and you pull your coat tighter, glancing down the road for any sign of the bus. Time seemed to crawl. The distant buzz of streetlights flickered inconsistently, casting long, unsettling shadows that made your heart race with every gust of wind. Your mind wandered back to your moms words—her carefree dismissal of your worry over a man she has never met. How could she be so relaxed? You checked your phone again, half-hoping she’d call back and offer some reassurance, but the screen remained dark. Suddenly, footsteps echoed faintly from behind. You froze, your muscles tensing as the sound drew closer. You slowly turned, and there—just another commuter. He gave you a quick nod, barley acknowledging your presence as he passed by. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. The street still felt empty, and you still felt exposed. You glanced up at the dark sky, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, hoping for the bus lights to appear around the corner. Just as the tension in your chest began to build again, the distant hum of an engine reached your ears. Your eyes open and there it was—The bus, its headlights piercing through the had settles in your bones. The bus slowed to a stop, its brakes hissing as the doors creaked open. Warm air spilled out, inviting you inside. You didn’t hesitate, quickly stepping up and scanning your card before finding an empty seat near the back. The heat from the vents hit your face, thawing cold cheeks and fingers. You let out a shaky breath, leaning back into the worn seat as the doors closed with a soft thud. As the bus pulled away, you glanced out the window, watching the dark streets slide by. The city felt a little less overwhelming now, its harsh edges softened by the gentle hum of the engine beneath you.  You were still scared, still tired but at least for the next few stops, you were moving toward home. As you settled into your seat, you noticed a man a few rows ahead, slouched in his seat, staring blankly out the window. He looked about your age with tousled brown hair and a jacket that seemed to be a but too light for the weather. His foot tapped nervously against the floor, and every now and then, he’d glance at his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The bus hit a small bump, jolting you forward. Your heart leaps as you grab onto the seat handle, the sound of your bag tumbling into the middle of the aisle. Before you could react, the man leaned over, scooping it up and handing it back to you with a half-smile. “Rough night?” he asked, his voice low but friendly. You gave a nervous laugh, clutching the bag. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks.” “No problem.” He shifted slightly in his seat, clearly not in a rush to turn back to his window. “Missed the last train, so here I am.” You made a face, sympathizing. That must’ve been annoying, though he didn’t seem particularly bothered. “Maybe I should have taken it as a sign to just head back and binge-watch something,” He added with a soft. As he spoke, his lips curled into a half smile, and for a second, he bit his lip thoughtfully, as if truly considering the option.

There was something about the way he said it—so casual, like he was used to rolling with bad timing—that made your chest feel a little lighter, even though you still wished you were anywhere but here. His ease with the situation made it seem less annoying. Almost. You found yourself smiling, just a small one tugging that the corner of your lips, despite the lingering bitterness of your own night. “Yeah, I get that,” you said, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before glancing back at your bag.” My ride bailed on me last minute so… here I am too.” Peter raised an eyebrow, his smile widening as if he could relate a little too well. “Ah, the last-minute ditch. Classic. Makes you feel like you’ve got great luck, huh?” You gave a short laugh, shaking your head. “Something like that. Though I’d prefer good luck at least once in a while.”

His eyes softened as he leaned back in his seat. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, at least were not waiting in the cold anymore.” He gestured to the warm bus around you both, then added, “And, you know… we could be stuck with worse company.” There was a slight, playful edge to his words, but the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You looked at him again, and for a moment, the exhaustion and frustration you carried all day seemed to ebb just a little. There was something… familiar about his presence, though you couldn’t quite place it.

You really did not want to be here especially when it could’ve been avoided, if you had a mother who cared. But his lighthearted words make a small smile form on the corner of your lips.

“Guess youre right,” You murmured, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the bus. There was a moment of silence, and you could hear the faint hum of the bus as it rolled over the uneven streets. Then he spoke again, breaking the quiet. “You headed far?” “Not too far. Just trying to make it home in one piece,” You replied, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t seem to mind the awkwardness of the moment. He nodded, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “That’s the goal. One piece and warm.” A smile flickered across his face, and for a moment it felt like the bus had cocooned you both in a little bubble, separate from the rest of the world. You returned the smile, surprised by the warmth it sparked within you. “Yeah, definitely,” you agreed, though a part of you was still battling the lingering chill from being outside. The bus rumbled along, and you glance out the window at the passing city lights, momentarily lost in thought. When you turned back, you noticed he had shifted in his seat, now slightly angled towards you. “So, what do you do?” he asked, breaking the brief silence. Caught of guard, you hesitated. ” Oh, um, I’m a barista,”  You said, feeling a mix of pride and self-conscious. “Its interesting, I guess. Lots of coffee and conversation.” “Coffee? Nice! That’s like lifeblood of the city,” he replied, his enthusiasm evident.” Do you get to experiment with new drinks?” “Sometimes! It can get pretty creative, especially when we have seasonal specials,” you explained, feeling a little more animated. “But mostly it’s the regulars and their usual orders.”

“I can see how that could be fun,” he said, nodding. “I’m Peter, by the way.” He extended a hand, and you shook it, feeling a spark of connection.

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N,” you replied, a hint of shyness creeping in as you caught his gaze.

He smiled again, and there was something about his expression that made you feel more at ease. “So, do you have any crazy coffee stories?”

You chuckled, thinking back on the oddities of your day-to-day. “Oh, you have no idea! Just last week, someone ordered a triple-shot, extra-hot caramel macchiato with a sprinkle of cinnamon—while wearing a cat costume.”

Peter laughed, clearly amused. “That’s amazing! Did you get a picture?”

“Not a good one. I was too busy trying to keep a straight face,” you admitted, your laughter mingling with his. “But it was definitely a highlight.”

As the conversation flowed, it felt surprisingly easy to talk to him, like you were already old friends despite just meeting. There was something about his laid-back demeanor, a quiet confidence that made you feel at ease, though you couldn't quite place why someone like him would be riding the bus this late.

“What about you? What do you do?” you asked, genuinely curious, eager to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, I’m into photography,” Peter said with a smile, his eyes lighting up with a kind of quiet enthusiasm. “I love capturing moments—cityscapes, random things, people who stand out. It’s like, you see something ordinary, but in the right light, it becomes extraordinary.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s an interesting way to look at it. So, do you just walk around the city with your camera all the time, looking for those moments?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, his smile growing. “I kind of like to get lost, y’know? Sometimes you find the best shots when you aren’t really looking for them. The city's like a living thing—it changes every time you see it.”

You chuckled softly, amused by his almost poetic take on photography. “Sounds like a bit of an adventure,” you said, leaning in slightly. “Do you have a favorite spot to shoot, or is it all just… wherever the city takes you?”

He paused for a second, tilting his head as if considering it. “There’s this spot near the Queensboro Bridge. Great views of the skyline at sunset. It’s quiet too—hard to find that in New York. I like to go there when I need to clear my head.”

You could sense there was more to that answer than he was letting on, but you didn’t push. There was a certain charm in the way he kept things casual, even when it felt like there was more beneath the surface. You nodded, impressed. “That sounds… amazing. Maybe one day I’ll see that view for myself.”

“Maybe,” Peter said, his smile shifting to something a little more knowing, his eyes glinting as if you had passed some invisible test. “Though you’d probably prefer to be sipping a coffee while watching it.”

You laughed at his comment. “Oh, trust me, I can appreciate a good view with or without coffee. But yeah, coffee helps.”

“Does it ever,” he replied with a chuckle. “I’ll have to stop by your coffee shop sometime—get the ‘barista special.’” He made little air quotes, and you found yourself grinning.

“Oh, you definitely should. Maybe I’ll make you something off the menu,” you teased lightly.

Peter raised his eyebrows. “Off the menu? Now I’m intrigued. Got any secret recipes?”

You shrugged, leaning back. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to bribe you for a private photography lesson. I could use some pointers,” you added playfully.

His eyes lit up at that, and he chuckled softly. “Deal. Photography lessons in exchange for secret coffee recipes. Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

You smiled, feeling the tension between you both ease even further, turning into something comfortable. “So, what got you into photography anyway? Is it something you always wanted to do?”

Peter hesitated, glancing out the window for a moment before looking back at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, I guess. It’s always been a way for me to… focus. There’s a lot going on sometimes, and photography—it helps me slow down, appreciate things. Makes life seem a little less… complicated.”

His words hung in the air, and for a second, you sensed that same hidden depth in him, something that went far beyond a guy with a camera wandering the streets. There was more to Peter Parker than he was showing, but you liked the way he made you feel—at ease, like you didn’t have to rush or force anything.

You nodded, appreciating his honesty. “I get that,” you said softly. “Life can get overwhelming sometimes. It’s good to have something that helps you focus.”

He gave you a small smile, one that felt almost... grateful. “Yeah, exactly.” Then, shaking off the somber tone, he added, “Plus, it gives me an excuse to get out of my apartment. I can’t just sit around all day, y’know?”

You laughed at that, feeling the conversation lighten again. “I feel that. If I stayed home too long, I’d end up drowning in Netflix.”

Peter chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, but that’s dangerous. One episode turns into ten before you know it.”

“Exactly!” you replied, grinning. “And suddenly it’s 3 AM and you’re wondering where your life went.”

“Guilty,” Peter admitted with a sheepish smile. “That’s why I prefer wandering the city with my camera. At least then I feel productive.”

“Hey, I might have to join you on one of these photo adventures,” you said, feeling a surge of boldness. “I could use some of that productivity.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, and for a brief moment, you swore you saw a hint of something deeper in his gaze—interest, maybe? “Anytime,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Just say the word.”

The idea of spending more time with him, exploring the city together, made your heart skip a beat. But for now, you were content just sitting beside him, talking and laughing as the bus rolled on, the city outside your window feeling just a little less lonely.

As the bus rumbled on, you realized that despite just meeting, there was something about this conversation that felt special—like it might be the beginning of something unexpected.

The conversation flowed effortlessly; you felt a connection brewing between you two. Time seemed to fade away until you caught a glimpse of the city lights outside, realizing your stop was approaching.

“Looks like were on my street,” you said, glancing out the window.

“Ah, just when we were getting into it!” Peter replied, his smile faltering just a bit. “Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a twinge of disappointment. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Definitely!” he replied, as if trying to hold on to the moment. “Take care!”

Before you could think to ask for his number, the bus slowed to a stop, the doors hissing open. You grabbed your bag and stepped out, a mix of warmth and regret swirling inside you.

As you turned to wave goodbye, you caught his gaze one last time—his expression was bright with possibility, but there was a lingering sense of ‘what if’ in the air. You walked away, a small smile on your face, feeling like you’d just shared something special, yet with no way to continue it.

As soon as you stepped off the bus, reality hit you like a freight train, the biting cold air sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, the chill filling your lungs, and quickly wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to ward off the creeping sense of isolation that settled in.

The walk to your apartment building was brief, just a few seconds that felt stretched into eternity. Each step felt heavier, a stark contrast to the fleeting warmth you had shared with Peter on the bus. The anticipation of returning home, once a comfort, now felt like a weight pressing down on your chest.

Once inside, the silence enveloped you like a thick blanket, amplifying the emptiness that echoed in the corners of your mind. Stripping off your jacket, you furrowed your brows, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The dimness of the apartment hit you hard; your mother had left all the lights off, a clear sign of her absence. It stung, a reminder that she had chosen a night out over being there for you.

You sighed, the sound reverberating in the stillness. Each room felt like a shadow of what it once was, and the lack of warmth and light only deepened your sense of loneliness. The walls seemed to close in, and in that moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were utterly alone, the echoes of laughter and warmth fading into the background.

You fumbled for your phone, activating the flashlight as you navigated the darkened apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last. Once you finally reached your bedroom, you didn’t even bother to turn on the lamp. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and fell onto the bed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the soft mattress enveloped you.

But then it hit you like a cold wave crashing over your warmth: you hadn’t gotten Peter’s number. A sudden wave of sadness washed over you, tightening your chest, even though you barely knew him. It was his kindness that lingered in your mind, the way his smile seemed to light up the dreary atmosphere of the bus, making the chaos of your night feel a little more bearable. You closed your eyes, imagining the easy laughter you had shared, and felt a pang of regret. How was it that someone you’d just met could leave such an imprint on your heart? You wished you could have captured that fleeting moment in time, to hold onto it a little longer, to have the chance to get to know him better. But now, as the silence enveloped you, all you could do was lie there, feeling the weight of your unspoken feelings settle heavily in the stillness.

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A/N: This is my first fic in a long time so Im sorru if this is bad? I didnt want it to get too long so I will be posting a second part, mostly because I need to feel a hole in my life lmao. But i hope you like it, if you have any ideas you want me to add to this lemme know. And if anyone wants a tag list i will make one lol.

[the-grimm-writer]

ok for my commissioned fic, i would like junkrat capturing reader with the line “aw, did a TRAP getcha?” aaaaaand noncon, you know what i like, make it painful, slapping, choking the 9 yards :) and a special guest appearance by roadhod is always appreciated :) thank you queen

Ehehehe silly honey forgot to add the reader's trying to escape <33

Tw: Junkrat. Noncon, degradation, slapping, hair pulling, choking.

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The sound of psychotic laughter rang in your ears as you ran . Your heart racing in your chest as you didn't dare to look behind you, knowing the man was right behind you the moment you ran out of the house.

Running down the secluded landscape, you screamed as an explosion rumbled under your feet, barely jumping out of the way in time before the ground cracked open. The mini bomb he'd planted going off with a small bang as fire quickly erupted from it.

The force of it pushed you forward, causing you to yelp as you hit the ground hard. The bomb wasn't enough to kill you, but it was definitely enough to get the message he was sending you across.

You groan in pain, but you still try to push yourself up. Knowing what was going to happen would be much worse if Junkrat caught you.

Just as you were about to get up, you cried out as a foot collided with your side, making you fall back down. You looked up to your captor, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Aw, did a TRAP get ya?" he pouted. But it didn't reach his eyes as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You could see the twisted delight in them. "Ya poor thing. But you broke the rules. And what am I if not a man of my words?"

"Fuck you!" You spat at him. He just responded with a tut, shaking his head before he raised his hand up and slapped you.

"Such a filthy mouth." He laughed, his eyes glinting with malice as he taunted you before a grimy hand curled around your hair and pulled you forward. "Now let's get back inside, on you go."

You struggled against him as he dragged you back by your hair, screaming and swearing, digging your shoes into the ground. You didn't even care if you possibly set off another trap. All you wanted was to get away from him.

But of course, your prayers were never answered. He pushed open the door and threw you inside, making you hit the floor like you were a rag doll, not even bothering to get you into the bedroom like he usually did.

You tried pushing yourself away, but he was much faster, pouncing on top of you as he started to rip off your clothes.

You screamed despite knowing there was nobody around to save you. And your screams were only met with more laughter as he left you vulnerable, slapping you whenever you got too rowdy and tried shoving him away from you.

"Such a pretty sight." He smirked as your clothes were a tathered mess as he pushed himself up just to push his pants down, pulling out his thick cock. He gave it a stroke before lining himself up with your pussy.

You tried sitting up, your eyes going wide. "Please, I'm sorry! I'm not ready!"

Junkrat smirked, not saying anything in response. Instead, he wrapped his hand around your neck and pushed you back down, shoving as much of himself as he could into you.

He moaned loudly, your tight pussy clenching down on him as he squeezed your neck. You weren't prepared, which made it a little harder for him, but that didn't stop him. Pulling back and brutally thrusting into you until he was balls deep inside you.

Taking a look at you, he grinned, realizing his cock wasn't the only thing making you panic. He'd been gripping a little too hard, realizing you could barely breathe as he choked you.

"Does that hurt?" He tilted his head, amused as your hands clawed at his wrist, trying to escape the grip he had around you, softening so you could let out a gasp.

You whimpered, nodding your head as his hand tightened around your throat as he thrusted into you.

"Awe, well, that's too bad." He chuckled darkly, enjoying the flushed look on your face each time he took your breath away as he ruthlessly pounded into you. "I'm not stopping until I'm done with ya."

Your soft cries were like music to his ears wach time the tip of his cock hit your cervix like he was trying to break it. No longer screaming and swearing at him like a little brat. His grunts were louder, not hiding how good you made him feel.

He was shameless in that way, not hiding how much pressure it gave him to hurt you like this. To have total control over you. Like he always wanted.

With a shutter, he slowly stopped, pushing as deep into you as possible as he came hard. Thick hot cum flooding your insides as darkspots filled your vision.

"Maybe I did get a little too carried away." He chuckled as he finally let go and stood up, putting his cock away and pulling up his pants. "Sorry, love."

Shakily, you let Junkrat pull you up, cum dripping down you thighs as you stood up. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You flinched, hating when he was intimate more than when he was hurting you. He just gently rocked you back and forth, cooing at you lovingly until there was a knock on the door.

You paused for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat as the door opened and a large man stepped into the house, reeking of bad intentions.

His grin widened, wrapping his arms around your aching body and pulling you in close. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I have an old friend stopping by?" He cackled as he watched Roadhog slowly stalking towards you. "Aren't I nice? I got you all warmed up for the real punishment."

[lozchi]

I was looking around and I was wondering. What if Taehun had a loser girlfriend who's literally the complete opposite of him. Like she's wayyy nicer then him (too nice), probably a push over, and not that smart. But she's the comfort he wants ykyk I'M SORRY I'M THAT LOSER GF I JS WANT A MAN LIKE TAEHOON

Dummy!

A/N: worry not, anon. I'm that loser GF too. 😭 This'll be shorter than my usual, forgive me. I loved writing this so much though. 🫀🥹

Pairing: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader

Themes: reader being an idiot. if you're familiar with my writing, there is always swearing.

To some, it’s baffling how one could fall for Taehoon Seong out of all people. He’s a pretty guy with captivating eyes and graceful movements, nghhh~ he's undeniably irresistible, isn't he? Every girl around him would think the same, swooning left and right due to his insane visuals -- Tsk! He's gorgeous! And you weren’t any different. In fact, you were his biggest simp.

It was a curious pairing, to say the least—Mr. Bad Boy and Miss Too-Good-For-Your-Own-Good.

Taehoon strode into the room with the kind of attitude that made people step aside. His arrogance and aggression were palpable. “Do I look like a fuckin’ bank to ya? I ain’t lending 7000, got it? Now scram before I beat the shit outta ya.”

You, on the other hand, were the epitome of kindness and generosity. “Sure! You can borrow 200,000 won from me! Just pay it as soon as you can!” Yeah, incredibly dumb too, unfortunately.

Taehoon had an uncanny ability to read people like an open book. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that?” He’d snap, seeing through deceptions with ease.

Meanwhile, “Always happy to help!” You remained blissfully unaware of how people took advantage of you.

Taehoon lived by his own rules, always favoring his own brand of logic. “I’m doing this my way. It’s more efficient.” he would declare, unyielding in his methods.

And then there was you, grappling with concepts that seemed beyond your grasp. “Fuck this shit, I don’t understand a thing!”

“It’s math.” He'd say, almost bemused.

“I hate it.” you’d retort, your frustration evident.

“Those are just numbers.” he would explain.

“Fuck numbers, bruh!” you’d respond, exasperated.

“USE THE THEOREMS, GOD DAMN IT!”

“WHAT THEOREMS!?!” you’d cry out in desperation.

In physical prowess, he was unmatched, while you... Uhh... “How many more laps? It’s been ages!” you’d complain during your grueling training sessions.

“It’s been 5 fucking minutes, y/n,” he’d respond, barely breaking a sweat.

You were expressive, a fucking drama queen. While he remained, well, Taehoon.

When you’d proclaim, “I love you!” your heart on your sleeve, he’d respond with a gruff, “Of course I feel the same, dummy.”

A small injury would elicit your dramatic reaction: “Ouch! That stings!” while he’d barely bat an eye and say, “Be careful next time, you dimwit.”

You might sob over a movie, your emotions spilled out loud, and he’d- “Boooo. 0 stars. Too many plot holes. ”

Sometimes, vulnerability hits you, “Ugly crying in my bed right now,” and he’d cut through the sadness with an - “Alright, who the fuck hurt you?”

Happiness flowed from you like a river when you were with him. “I’m so happy when I’m with you~” To which he’d retort, “Same-- Ugh! Will you wipe that grin off?”

When you voiced how something hurt you, he’d reply bluntly, “Sometimes we just have to suck it up.”

“Can’t you be a little more sensitive?” But he'd always try. “I’m trying to understand where you’re coming from.”

And in the wake of betrayal, you’d lament, “Aughh, I just didn’t expect her to backstab me like that, I’m so stupid!” He’d offer a rough kind of comfort, “Want me to kick her in the ass?”

But beneath all these differences—your gentleness against his toughness, your warmth melting through his cold exterior—there was balance.

There was love.

There was harmony.

If it wasn’t already clear, he needed you just as much as you needed him.

From time to time, Taehoon shows his vulnerable side. You have to remember, he's just a human being and he can't always keep up his tough guy persona.

He grapples with uncertainties, worried that without caution, he could distance himself from you and ultimately be left alone.

He carries a burden of past mistakes that weighs heavily on his shoulders. It's an injury he seldom recognizes, yet it impacts all his decisions in a subtle way.

The thought of his previous mistakes coming back to trouble him and harming his loved ones worries him deeply.

However, despite feeling clearly insecure, Taehoon, being Taehoon, decides to never address it openly.

These ideas, though, are simply possibilities. He always puts in the effort to avoid making mistakes.

You understand there’s more beneath the surface and always offer him gentle reassurance.

“Taehoon, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. I’m with you, no matter what.”

In his own way, he cherishes the balance you bring to his life.

After all, even a bad boy needs a good girl to keep him grounded.

As you look at him, with all his imperfections and flaws, you smile and say, “I love you.”

And he looks back at you with a rare, genuine smile and replies, “Yeah, I love you too, dummy.”

[justagalwhowrites]

CAN YOU WRITE A PRE-OUTBREAK ONESHOT WHERE JOEL TAKES CARE OF HER WHEN SHES SICK?? THAT WOULD BE SO CUTEE

Hi Bestie!

I know I said nothing new today but... I ended up with like 2 hours of writing time and decided to finally respond to an ask. I loved this prompt! Thank you SO MUCH - both for sending it in and (hopefully) patiently waiting for me to get to it. I love you!

Sick Leave

On a visit to Texas, you come down with appendicitis and Joel looks after his girl. Can be read independently, but is within the timeline of Lavender, found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Lavender reader)

Warnings: None :) Just fluff

Length: 2.1K

Late July, 2002

“And who’s he?” You asked, all but swallowed by the nest of pillows at the head of the bed. 

“That’s Sonny,” Sarah said, curled up beside you, her head on your shoulder. “He’s a mobster, he’s like… the dangerous guy in town?” 

“He’s kinda cute,” you nodded. Sarah’s nose crinkled. “What? If he grew a mustache he’d kind of look like your dad…” 

“Oh, ugh!” She elbowed your ribs lightly, the way she normally would if you hadn’t just had surgery. You winced. “Oh, crap! I’m sorry…” 

“It’s ok,” you adjusted a bit, the spark of pain already fading. “I asked for that, calling your dad cute and all.” 

“Yeah, you kind of did,” she agreed, adjusting, too, so she was snuggled in around your arm. “Plus if you think he’s cute, you should see his body guard, Jason. He’s… ugh, he’s just so good. Oh, look, see? There he is.” 

You giggled a little. 

“He is cute,” you conceded. “Think I like Sonny more, though…” 

“Ugh, you would,” she scoffed. 

Sarah watched the melodrama intently and you just rested your head against hers, enjoying the chance to snuggle a bit with your favorite kid. It had been an unusual visit to Texas this time around. Instead of trying to cram as much fun stuff into the few weeks you were down as you possibly could, you’d come down with appendicitis just after you got into town. That had meant no trips to Six Flags, no midweek beach trips, not even any matinees to watch movies in the comfort of overpowered air conditioning. 

But it had also meant Sarah giving you a thorough education on her latest summer obsession - a soap opera called General Hospital - and Joel, waiting on you hand and foot. 

“Baby Girl?” You heard the front door close as Joel came in. “You forgetting that conversation we had about boundaries again?” 

“No!” Sarah called, rolling her eyes. 

Joel came into the bedroom, a drink carrier with three Diary Queen cups in hand. He shook his head. 

“Sure looks like ya are,” he said, setting the ice cream on the dresser. “Thought we decided to give her some space? Make sure you’re not jostling that incision and giving her time to rest?” 

“But Dad!” She groaned. “I never get to do this…” 

“She’s right, you know,” you said as Joel passed you your Oreo Blizzard. “I’m usually too far away for good soap opera girl time and we’re usually a little too busy when I’m in town to keep up with all the goings on in… where is this again?” 

“Port Charles,” Sarah said. Joel handed her a milkshake with a roll of his eyes. 

“Port Charles,” you said, smiling up at Joel. “So this, really, is vital stuff. Plus, I’ve learned that Jason is, apparently, cute.” 

“Cute, huh?” He asked, getting his own ice cream from the carrier and delicately climbing in on the other side of you. 

“Oh yeah,” Sarah said. “I mean, have you seen him? Those arms!” 

“I do know a thing or two about liking men with nice arms,” you said, giving Joel a teasing look. He shook his head, grinning slightly. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be lookin’ at men’s arms?” Joel asked, leaning over you a little to look at his daughter. 

“Dad, I’m 13,” she rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve been 13 for a week,” he muttered. 

“13 is 13, love,” you took a bite of your Blizzard. “Better get used to it.” 

When Sarah got up to run to the bathroom during the commercial, Joel adjusted your pillows and tucked you against his side. 

“Seriously,” he said, his voice low. “You need to be resting, I can take her out of the house…” 

“Hon, I’ve been in bed for three days,” you smiled at him. “I am resting.” 

“Just worried about you,” he kissed your temple. “Scared the hell outta me…” 

He’d been like this since you’d gotten sick in the first place. 

The first few days of your trip had been fine. There was the ceremonial visit to your favorite Mexican place in town - always the first stop you made besides dropping bags off at Joel’s house. 

Sarah was old enough now that she could stay home on her own in the evenings, so you and Joel went with Tommy and a girl he was seeing - you hadn’t bothered to learn her name, you could already tell she wasn’t going to stick - to listen to music the night your flight got in. The next day you spent in the pool, watching Joel grill from the inflatable lounge chair he’d gotten just for you, margarita in hand. 

“You’re lookin’ mighty comfortable there, Baby,” he teased. 

You shrugged and sipped your drink. 

“Might just have to move in,” you said. “Poolside cocktail service is a really nice perk…” 

You woke up the next day feeling like shit. 

It was like a switch had flipped. You went to bed feeling fine - slightly tipsy, but fine. More than fine after Joel got done with you. And then, right around six in the morning, you were running to the bathroom to puke. 

“Shit, baby,” Joel was sitting on the bathtub next to you, one hand on your back, rubbing in broad circles between your shoulder blades, the other holding your hair in his fist. “Maybe I didn’t cook the chicken all the way through…” 

“When have you ever fucked up on the grill?” You asked, resting your cheek on your arm as it draped against the toilet seat. Joel’s eyes went a little wide. 

“You don’t think you’re…” he broke off. You raised your eyebrows and tried not to laugh. 

“Don’t think morning sickness, shows up two days after you sleep with someone,” you said. “And it’s been a few months since I was here over spring break, I think it would have started sooner than now if I were knocked up.” 

“Right,” he nodded, looking relieved. “Right…” 

“I just picked up a stomach bug at the airport,” you sighed. “Make sure you and Sarah wash your hands a TON, they’re nasty little fuckers…” 

You totally lost your appetite and a fever showed up that afternoon. Joel refused to keep his distance, sending Sarah to stay with Lizzy while he brought you a steady stream of Jell-o, chicken broth and popsicles. 

“You’re going to get yourself sick,” you said the second night you felt like crap. You were lying on your side, Joel wrapped around you, his broad shoulders enveloping you, his hand splayed over your stomach. 

“Don’t care,” he kissed the crown of your head. “Need you at least this close. You’re too fuckin’ far away all the time, not going to let a little stomach flu keep me from touchin’ you while I can.” 

You weren’t noble enough to fight him on it. You had nasty stomach cramps all day on top of everything else. Being held by Joel was about the only thing that made you feel better.

It was about four in the morning when the feeling in your stomach went from cramps to sharp, stabbing pain. It jerked you out of a sound sleep, your hand flying behind you to Joel’s hip, your nails digging into him as you fought to breathe through the agony of it. 

“Baby?” Joel’s voice was thick with sleep. “What’s goin’ on, you OK? Need somethin’?” 

“I think I need to go to the hospital,” you managed through gritted teeth. “I don’t think this is a stomach bug, I think it’s appendicitis…” 

Joel was wide awake then, rushing to put on a shirt and helping you sit up in bed. You winced as you moved, gritting your teeth, the pain sharp. 

“Hold on, Baby,” Joel tucked an arm below your knees and the other around your ribs, tugging you to his side. “I’ve got you…” 

He lifted you off the bed and carried you down the stairs as gently as he could, cradling your feverish body to his chest. He lowered you gingerly into the passenger seat of his truck and buckled you in before he drove to the hospital, going at least 10 over the speed limit the whole way. 

Joel paced the whole time you sat in the ER, going up to talk to someone at the nurses’ station every five minutes until they got you back to be evaluated. 

“Oh,” the doctor said as she looked at your stomach on an ultrasound. “We need to get you back now. Right now. This looks like it’s about to rupture.” 

“Shit,” Joel paced, like a caged animal. The second the doctor left to go arrange emergency surgery, he took your hand, holding it tight. 

“Baby,” you said, voice calm. “It’s an easy surgery, it hardly even counts as surgery, you don’t need to be worried…” 

“They were ready to leave you in the damn waiting room all day,” he frowned. “Then what would have happened?” 

“The surgeon would have had a harder job,” you said. “Joel, hon, it’s fine.” 

He was like that until they took you back for surgery, glaring at doctors and nurses as they whisked you away. 

When you woke up a few hours later, he was there, bouquet of daisies in his hands and a relieved smile on his face. 

“Do me a favor and try real hard to not scare me like that again,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“I’ll try my best,” you smiled a little. 

But ever since, he’d stuck close by.

“You know,” you said, looking up at him, poking at your Blizzard with the long, red spoon. “I was thinking…” 

“Always dangerous when it comes to you,” he said. You glared at him. 

“Anyway,” you said. “I was thinking… I should probably start doing a bit more. It’s been a few days, I’m feeling pretty good…” 

“Baby,” he sighed. 

“Come on,” you pouted a little. “I’m getting restless.” 

He sighed again. 

“What were you thinkin’?” 

You smiled. 

“Nothing crazy,” you said. “Just… could we do BBQ for dinner? Maybe try to go see a movie tomorrow? We haven’t made it to Men in Black II yet and Sarah really liked the first one…” 

“How about we start with the BBQ and see how you’re doin’ in the morning,” he kissed your temple. “Not gonna let you push it…” 

Joel made sure you had plenty of water and a book before he and Sarah went to pick up dinner, giving you a lingering kiss on your forehead as he left. 

They came home with enough BBQ to feed a small army and made you a plate with brisket and Mac and cheese, your favorites. But they also picked up Men in Black from Blockbuster, along with an ample supply of Mike and Ikes, popcorn and Sno-Caps. While you were getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Joel and Sarah set up the bed with three tray tables and a nest of pillows big enough for all of you to recline and watch the movie. He even lit a candle - lavender scented - on the nightstand. 

“Joel!” You gaped at him. “What’s all this?” 

“Figured we can do it up right,” he said, tucking you into bed and setting the tray table over your legs. 

The three of you had dinner and cuddled close in bed, laughing at Will Smith getting thrown around by aliens. Sarah fell asleep, her head against your shoulder. Joel put on When Harry Met Sally once the first movie ended. 

“I’m sorry this trip has been such a bust,” you said softly as he ran one hand gently up and down your arm. 

He frowned. 

“What are you talkin’ about?” He asked. “Hasn’t been a bust. You know how grateful I am this happened when you were here and not all the way in New York? How glad I am that I got to be the one to take care of you? I’d have been fuckin’ terrified, you all the way up there with just your grandmother to look after you, somethin’ like this happens. Besides, I’ve gotten to spend a week laying around in bed with my girls, not arguin’ with that.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Still,” you said. “Think we should try for the movie tomorrow. Not sure Sarah’s soaps are quite my speed.” 

“If you’re up for it,” he kissed your temple. “But if you need another day or two of rest, don’t fight it. Just let me look after my girl, OK?” 

You closed your eyes, content. 

“OK.” 

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this little drabble of Joel being all soft and caring! It was really fun to write him being all fluffy and worried.

For those wanting some insight into who they're talking about at the beginning, I give you Sonny Corinthos from General Hospital:

And Jason Morgan from General Hospital:

You know. For science.

I'm going to go ahead and tag the usual Lavender crowd here. I hope that's OK!!! I'm sorry if it's not and I hope it's not too annoying!

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Thank you so much for reading and being here! Love you all!

[steddieas-shegoes]

didn't even need a plan

THIS IS A BIG BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR @messessentialist WHO I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE FOR TWO MINUTES AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER I WOULD DIE. Short Queens rise up (on a stepladder because that's what we need to reach things)!!! I am kissin you on the mouth rn.

Rated T | 1,315 words | tags: meddling, good uncle Wayne, secret established relationship

“How do they not see it?” Dustin asked, turning away from the scene in front of them to look at Wayne.

“I don’t know, son. Sometimes smart people are dumb,” Wayne shrugged.

Their plan was in place for weeks: get Steve and Eddie in the trailer alone together, cut the power, and hope they don’t leave.

Step one was easy. All they had to do was lie to Steve about Dustin needing a ride.

Step two was a little more difficult, but only because they forgot the trailer next door was on the same breaker. Wayne bribed the owners with enough cash to go get dinner somewhere, glad that they didn’t even ask for an explanation when money was being shoved into their hands.

Step three was the problem.

Steve and Eddie hung out all the time. The problem was they never hung out alone.

Dustin watched as they walked from the living room to the kitchen, then Eddie walked down the hall to his room before rejoining Steve by the couch.

“It’s just us I think,” Eddie said.

Dustin had rigged the walkie talkie so it stayed on, his own sitting between him and Wayne on the lowest possible volume so they could hear.

“So not Upside Down, then,” Steve said, sounding relieved.

“Nope, just good old fashioned unreliable power,” Eddie sighed. “We could probably try to flip the breaker. Maybe it was just a short.”

“Yeah. Maybe we give it a few minutes first?”

Dustin smacked at Wayne’s arm, smiling.

“They’re gonna sit down!” Dustin whispered excitedly.

“Calm down. Could be that nothin’ happens,” Wayne whispered back, though he could feel his own hopes rising.

It was hard to see them through the window, but they could see shadows moving to sit on the couch.

“Something will happen. There’s no way it won’t. They almost kissed yesterday and that was with all of us around,” Dustin insisted.

“That’s what you keep sayin’,” Wayne squinted to watch.

“I really can’t believe Dustin didn’t radio to let me know he found another ride,” Steve didn’t sound angry, but he definitely didn’t sound happy.

“I didn’t even know he needed a ride.”

“Do you know who picked him up?”

“Shit,” Dustin said.

“Didn’t think that through did ya?” Wayne asked, smirk audible.

“Nah, he just left. Didn’t really question it. He does a lot of crazy shit,” Eddie explained.

“Right.”

A minute of somewhat awkward silence followed and then someone slapped their knees.

“I’ll go check the breaker? It’s the one right outside to the left?” Steve asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Dammit,” Wayne said, slowly moving away from the window and sitting down against the side of the trailer.

“Maybe he won’t be able to figure it out,” Dustin said, joining him on the ground.

“He’s definitely gonna figure it out. He’s a smart guy.”

“Who? Steve?”

Wayne looked over at Dustin, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, Steve. Why’re you surprised?”

Dustin shrugged.

“Gonna be honest, it doesn’t sound like you think much of Steve’s intelligence, son.”

Dustin’s eyes widened.

“It’s not that! He just isn’t usually quick to fix stuff.”

Wayne’s brow raised, waiting for Dustin to realize how that sounded.

They were interrupted by Eddie’s voice on the walkie.

“No luck?”

“Nope. Maybe we should try to call someone at one of the neighbor’s?” Steve responded, the sound of him sitting back on the couch barely audible.

“Maybe in a bit. Kind of nice just sitting here,” Eddie said.

“Yeah. Kinda tired,” Steve admitted, the sound of cloth shifting on the couch.

Wayne stood and looked through the window, small smile taking over his face before he sat back down.

“What is it?” Dustin asked, just a bit louder than he probably should have.

“Might get what we wanted after all,” Wayne replied with a smirk.

“Really?”

“Take a look,” Wayne waved up at the window.

Dustin looked in, barely containing a childish squeal when he saw what was happening.

Steve was leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie’s arm around him, running his fingers up and down his bicep, rings glinting off the little bit of light shining through the window.

“Wayne’s out for the night if you wanna stick around,” Eddie said, softer than he had been all night, softer than he’d been to anyone else maybe ever.

“Are you asking if I’ll stay the night, Eds?” Steve’s voice filtered through the walkie, a bit crackly as if he was barely speaking above a whisper.

Dustin turned to Wayne, eyes comically wide.

Wayne just shook his head.

He had an idea of where this was going.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Been too long,” Eddie just managed to say before Wayne snapped the walkie off.

“Why’d you do that?” Dustin hissed.

“Because we’ve been played and you’re too young to be listening to what’s about to happen,” Wayne said as he stood up. “C’mon, I’ll drive ya home.”

“What?! No! We had a plan!”

“We didn’t even need the plan, bud. C’mon.”

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest and started to argue when the window above them opened and Eddie spoke.

“Mind turning on the power before you go?” He asked, teeth bright white in the darkness surrounding them as he grinned.

“How did you know we were out here?” Dustin asked.

“I could hear the echo of the walkie. Plus, you think Steve didn’t already see you when he walked outside?”

“Don’t sound so smug, Ed,” Wayne laughed.

“What exactly was the grand plan?” Eddie crossed his arms over the sill. “Hope we got bored enough to make out on the couch? Maybe if we thought it was dark enough, we wouldn’t think about who we were kissing?”

“Yes!” Dustin exclaimed, though Wayne remained completely silent.

“And you didn’t think that we do that with the lights on already? Like, for months?”

Dustin sputtered out his best attempt at words, but failed miserably.

“You broke him,” Steve said from behind Eddie, smiling over his shoulder at Dustin and Wayne.

“So. Months?” Wayne asked as Dustin continued muttering incoherently to himself.

“Officially only two. But we first kissed when I was still in the hospital,” Eddie admitted, turning his head to place a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“But. But. That was five months ago!” Dustin was pacing, kicking up dirt under his feet as he tried to figure out the timing of everything and how he could have missed the most obvious signs. “You’re never even alone that much!”

“We find ways,” Eddie said.

“I work a lot of nights still,” Wayne said to Dustin. “Why didn’t ya say anything?”

“We just wanted something for ourselves for a bit. We’re in this for the long haul and if everyone knew, we’d never find peace to just be together,” Steve said.

“But-”

“Alright, son, let’s get the power on and I’ll take ya home. These two probably want some privacy,” Wayne interrupted, squeezing his shoulder once to get his attention.

Dustin sighed.

“Fine. But you have to tell everyone soon. I can’t keep this a secret for that long.”

“Sure thing, bud,” Steve agreed before turning away from the window.

“You sure you can take him home?” Eddie asked Wayne.

“That’s the only part of the plan that’s workin’ so far, so yeah,” Wayne laughed.

Eddie nodded and waved before closing the window and following Steve.

Wayne walked over to the breaker box and flipped the switch, turning to Dustin and waving him over.

“C’mon. Don’t think we wanna be here in the next five minutes.”

“Gross. They’re like…my dads or something. That’s disgusting,” Dustin gagged as he walked to Wayne’s truck.

“Yeah, well. Maybe you’ll get a new sibling.”

“That isn’t how science works.”

“Yeah, well. We got a whole other world under our feet, kid. I think science is far out of our understanding.”

Dustin didn’t respond.

He didn’t want to even consider Wayne being right.

[mrs-santoss]

Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Y/N decides to tease Neymar with a few pics from her camera roll during a very inappropriate time. ;)

Warning: mentions of sex. I ordered some lingerie sets the other day and they finally arrived. I was at home when the package arrived I was very excited to open it right away and try on everything I got. First, I tried on the blue lingerie and took a good pic of it, next, I tried on the red set I was very pleased with, even the photo came out very hot. Next up, was the dark blue set which turned out to be my favorite one, I felt very confident in it. Last but not least, I tried on the yellow set and took a photo wearing this one too. I was very satisfied with everything that I ordered. I planned on wearing my favorite on tonight for Ney and surprise him. He's isn't aware of this, that's why I'm not sharing the photos with him yet. As I was selecting the best photos on my phone, suddenly, I get a text message for Neymar.

"Bebê I just got done with training and I'm going to take a shower . I knew I would be late so I brought my outfit for Thiago's dinner with me. Is it okay if we both drive there separately? If I stop by to pick you up we will be suupppeer late. Love you lots, see ya there xx"

Oh, crap. I forgot about that AT ALL. Now, I became very pissed about ruining my plans. I know it's not Neymar's fault at all, however, I decided to not ruin my good mood and hopped in the shower to get ready for tonight. Before I did that, I responded to his text. "Sure thing, meu amor. I will text you once I get there."

After I did my hair and makeup, I decided to wear one of the lingerie sets under my dress. I wore my favorite dark blue ones. After going through my closet and cringing at everything I picked, I decided to wear a black tight dress that really hugged my curves. I get my purse, lock all the doors and get in the car.

I arrived at Thiago's dinner party before Neymar. I texted him, letting him know I'm here and he responded with "I will be there in 5 minutes amor".

I was engaging in conversations with different people at the party and suddenly I feel an arm around my waist from behind. I didn't bother to look at who it was, I just reached my hand to cup his cheek, I knew it was Neymar. Neymar's POV: I arrive at the party and I immediately spot my girlfriend at the kitchen counter talking to Thiago's friends. I go behind her and wrap and arm around her waist. She touches my face and I turn her around to kiss her. She was wearing my favorite dress of hers.

"Hi, there miss! I can see you're here alone. May I join you?" I ask her playfully with a smile.

"Hmm, yeah sure! My boyfriend was supposed to be here, but he isn't coming I guess." she responds, making a playful face.

"Is that soo?!" I raise an eyebrow and kiss her soft lips. She laughs. I love her laugh.

We make our way to the living room, where everyone is sitting there sipping wine and chatting. Y/N and I sit next to each other on the couch. After a couple minutes, Y/N offers help to the people in the kitchen and leaves.

After she does so, I get a text on my phone which I decide to ignore at first. The phone buzzes again. I get it out of my pocket to check it out. Wrong move! I should've done that somewhere in privacy. It was Y/N.

"Too bad you were late today, bebê. You missed the show :(" and sent this photo .

Oh my god. What is the doing to me? She looks extremely hot. I had a feeling I would regret being late today.

"Amoooor, what are u doing? Don't do this to me, pleaseee. You look super sexy" I respond to her text, hoping that was it. I mean, we just got here. I can't get worked up 3 hours BEFORE we get home.

"Ohh! Are you sure you don't want any more" she texts back and send this photo.

"YY/NNNN you'reee killing mee, amorrr. Everyone is looking at me confused. I text her back and I excuse myself to the balcony for a "phone call".

"Is that so?! Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this black dress? ;)" she texts back immediately and sends photo.

Oh my god. Fuck me! I get this rush of emotions to just storm in the kitchen and bend her over the kitchen island in front of everyone.

"Do you have any idea what I will do to you tonight?!" I text her back, maybe this will make her wait.

"Hmm, can you give me a hint?" she text back. Oh, she really is determined to make me go crazy.

"As soon as you step inside the house, I will rip that pretty little black dress of yours from your body and throw you on the bed on your knees, and fuck your brains out from behind as you moan my name" I text her back. I hoped to get her worked up, however, I did that to MYSELF just thinking about it.

"Uuuu, that sounds hot. Would you rather have me wear that lingerie or this one?" she texts back and send THIS photo.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I get back to the living room with a "worried" look on my face. I tell Thiago that Y/N and I will unfortunately have to leave right now because of an emergency. Thiago doesn't ask any follow up questions, trying to be understandable. I didn't even feel about about lying, my mind that somewhere else completely. I go to the kitchen and tell Y/N we have to leave because of an emergency. She plays along and says goodbye to everyone. Thiago walks us to the door and hugs us goodbye. As soon as he shuts the door, I give Y/N a look filled with lust. She looks back and me and smiles. "I'll meet you at home, I guess" she says and makes her way to her car. "FUUCKKK! I forgot about it" I groan and make my way to my car quickly not wanting to waste any time. I completely forgot we came here separately. She arrives before me and parks her car in the driveway. I quickly do the same and catch up to her entering the house. I shut the door really fast and turn around to lift her up in my arms.

"You dirty little thing! You had fun with that, didn't you?" I ask her and I felt myself grow in my jeans. "Now, it's my turn to have my fun!" "No one's complaining about it!" she says back and bites my lip. I will do everything I told her I will, more for sure.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY SIX

“Look who’s finally awake.” Loona scoffed from the doorway.

“Sweetie!” Blitzø almost pushed Stolas off the bed as he turned and threw his arms wide gesturing to Loona to come and give him a hug.

She rolled her eyes.

He deflated and pouted.

Octavia popped her head in beside her.

“Via!” Stolas squawked.

He fell out of the bed trying to get himself untangled from the sheets.

“Hey dad.” She snickered.

Stolas popped up off the floor and brushed himself off, blushing an amusing shade of red. Blitzø chuckled. Stolas cut a glare his way.

The girls watched their dads, smiled smugly, and crossed their arms in unison.

Blitzø looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up with you two? You’re looking like the Grady twins right now… Creeping me out.” He pursed his lips.

Loona snorted. Octavia scrunched her face, confused. She looked at Loona quizzically.

Loona leaned down and whispered something to her.

“We haven’t watched that one have we?” Octavia responded.

Loona shook her head. “You don’t like horrors.”

“Hmmm.” Octavia rubbed her chin looking thoughtful.

F*ck, they are adorable.

“What were you referring to, darling?” Stolas whispered behind his hand.

“Creepy twin girls from a horror movie. Don’t worry about it.”

Stolas nodded. Clearly still completely lost.

Blitzø pulled him down and whispered “Maybe we’ll watch it some time and I’ll…. Keep you safe.” He blew on his feathers teasingly.

Stolas shivered, stood up straight and cleared his throat.

“Yes. Quite.”

Blitzø chuckled.

“You two are f*cking disgusting.” Loona stuck her finger in her mouth and gagged.

“Ya, dad.” Octavia smirked. “Not the time or the place.”

Blitzø barked out laughing.

“Raised us some sassy b*tches, didn’t we Stolas?!” He elbowed stolas in the ribs playfully.

Stolas fluffed and glared at him.

“I BEG your PARDON?” Stolas’s eyes flared.

Blitzø shrank.

Oh shit…

“Chill out, dad.” Octavia started to laugh. “It’s slang. Kind of a term of endearment. He’s not actually calling us b*tches.” She looked over at Blitzø. “ARE you?”

“I would never!” He threw up his hands defensively. “You’re both precious, beautiful hellspawn who can do absolutely no wrong!”

Blitzø clasped his hands together up by his face and batted his eyelashes at the girls. His eyes were huge and sparkling, like an anime kitten.

“F*cking right we are.” Loona grinned.

Stolas looked between the three of them, pursing his lips.

“Mmhmmm.” He sounded incredibly skeptical.

They all looked at Stolas and burst out laughing.

He blushed and fluffed, stamping his foot indignantly. The display only fueled their laughter.

He puffed his cheeks indignantly.

“Aw. Stols.” Blitzø tried to swallow his laughter. He reached out to take his hand.

“HMF.” Stolas threw his beak in the air, crossed his arms and stomped out of the room, brushing past their daughters in a regal huff.

Blitzø’s face fell, he stuck his lip out and pouted.

Loona rolled her eyes and pushed off the door frame. Octavia followed close behind as Loona walked over to Blitzø’s bedside.

“Don’t worry.” Octavia said. “He likes to be dramatic sometimes.”

Blitzø looked up at her with worry in his eyes.

“He’s not really that upset.” Octavia smiled reassuringly. “Just let him be a drama queen for a while. He’ll get over it.”

Blitzø looked at Loona. She gave him a little nod and wink.

Blitzø turned back to Octavia and smiled sadly.

“You guys are fine.” Octavia waved him off. “My dad’s just a f*cking baby sometimes.”

“Via!” Blitzø gasped, feigning horror. “Language!” He grinned behind his hands.

Octavia flipped him off.

They all burst out laughing; laughing until their sides hurt.

*****

[maloink]

yautja x xenomorph queen hybrid reader

Y/N

Favorite praetorian

Kuta'ge

Net'yws

Other xenomorph

Other

This is essentially what Y/N looks like:

[12/05/90##]

You were sitting on your throne in your hive like usual, watching your drones being hard at work. Your favorite praetorian walks up to you and speaks "My queen...... there is a yautja nearby, what should we do?" You pause, thinking of what you should do. You then speak. "I'll deal with the yautja" The praetorian gained a worried look on his face before he spoke "Are you sure my queen? The yautja will attack you..." You pet the praetorian's head to calm him "I'm sure. I'll use my human form to get close before killing him."

[MEANWHILE WITH THE YAUTJA]

I huff as I kill another xenomorph drone. I then mutter. "Damm hard meat" I then hear my hunt brother approaching me. He then spoke. "Kuta'ge. I discovered a hive nearby. It's close to getting a queen mother." I turn to face him before I spoke. "Don't worry Net'yws, we can deal with it. Let's get moving to the hive now, before it spreads more" Net'yws nods as we start heading in the direction of the hive.

[MEANWHILE WITH Y/N]

You am walking out of the hive, in human form. "I forgot how uncomfortable my human form is..." I then start walking away from the hive, towards where the yautja was spotted. After a bit you enter a clearing where you see a yautja, you smerk and walk closer before speaking "Your far from home aren't you? Don't see many of you around here" The yautja turned to face you before he spoke "Ooman you need to leave, there is a hard meat hive around here" You walk closer and once you are close enough you start walking around him in a circle."The xenomorph hive isn't the biggest problem around here ya know."

[POV CHANGE]

I watch from the trees as the ooman female walks in circle around Net'yws before stopping behind him. The ooman woman then speaks. "I'm the biggest problem." I watch in shock as she changes form, becoming a hybrid between ooman and hard meat queen. The hybrid then stabs her tail into Net'yws, skewering him. The hybrid then speaks. "That's what you get for being too close to my hive" A praetorian then walks over to the hybrid and hisses at her, she then responds. "I told you I could do it, I may be a queen but I am not defenceless"

[POV CHANGE]

You smile at your favorite praetorian, watching the worry disappear from his face. He then speaks. "I'm sorry that I ever doubted you my queen" "It's alright" you say. You knew he was just worried since the previous queen of the hive got killed by yautja's and he was just worried that would happen to you too. You then notice another yautja in a tree watching you are the praetorian before speaking. "Looks like we have company" The praetorian looks towards the yautja and hisses aggressively. Your tail sways aggressively as the yautja jumps down and unsheathed his wrist blades. "Bring it on little yautja~" you tease. The yautja then lunged.

[POV CHANGE]

I lunged at the hybrid as she teased me. I swing my blades at her. I tense as her tail wraps around my wrist and throws me into a tree "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You are so weak and pathetic!!" The praetorian was about to lunge when a massive explosion was heard, the hybrid and praetorian screeched in agony and clutched their heads.

[POV CHANGE]

You tensed as you felt every bond within the hive mind broke at once. Tears welled up in my eyes as your whipped your head towards the hive. "NO! MY HIVE! MY CHILDREN!" the sound of the entire hive yelling for you to help them roared in your head "QUEEN HELP US! IT HURTS! MOTHER! MAMA! HELP IT HURT SO MUCH! MOM! QUEEN!" You start running to try and get to them, but due to the sheer amount of bonds being broken at once you pass out before you can leave the clearing.

[POV CHANGE]

I watched as the hybrid passed out. The praetorian immediately rushed over to make sure it's queen is ok. Hissing aggressively at me while it does so. I aimed my shoulder cannon at it and shot a net at it. The net immediately wrapped around it as I contact my other hunt brothers. "I found a hybrid we should study.... might as well bring the praetorian that's with her with us" my hunt brothers immediately respond "well that explains why there was no queen in the hard meat hive we just destroyed"

[END OF PART 1]