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nightmare-writes · 15 days ago

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Succubus Soulmate pt.2

Wanda x Succubus!Reader

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I apologize for the unintended hiatus, life got in the way of me writing on here. I found this sitting in my drafts and I felt like some of you might have wanted to read it. I can’t guarantee that I will write another part of this soon, but if enough people want to see it I can write a part 3. Anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: masturbation (Wanda) it’s mostly very fluffy and domestic otherwise.

Summary: Your first few days on earth!

You stared at Wanda as she sat huddled up against her wall for a moment or so. You’d never been in this kind of position. You’re used to having some sleeze bag summon you, use you for two minutes, and then go straight back to the underworld while said sleeze bag knocks out in his post nut bliss. With this being your usual, you had no clue what you should do in this situation.

Eventually you fell asleep curled up on the couch with Wanda sitting awkwardly right next to you.

The more Wanda sat there, the more she started to think over logistics. What was she meant to do when she goes into work tomorrow? She couldn’t call out sick so she would have to leave you alone for a few hours. She couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to do anything silly while she was away, so she got to ‘succubus proofing’ her apartment.

She didn’t have any baby locks for cabinets so she assumed duct tape would have to do for now. She duct taped all of her cabinets shut, along with the fridge doors, the oven, the microwave, and anything she thought you could get into. She duct taped the cabinet in her bathroom with all her cleaning supplies in it and then went around to every window to duct tape the locks so you couldn’t access them. It felt like she had just gotten a new, untrained, puppy that she needed to ensure wouldn’t accidentally kill itself by drinking bleach thinking it was milk. It took her a few hours but she felt like she had successfully ‘succubus proofed’ her home. She rewarded herself by going to her bed and passing out for the night.

It felt like the moment Wanda closed her eyes, she had to open them back up. Her blaring alarm clock gave her no reprieve as it woke her up. She shut it off before getting ready for work as she usually did.

When she got out to the living room, she saw you were still curled up and resting. She felt a bit guilty as she gently shook you awake, but she needed to talk with you before she went off to work.

You groaned as the movement of your body got you out of your dreamland and forced you back into reality. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked up to Wanda and mumbled “Mornin” almost too quiet for her to hear. She had to admit that you did look cute all sleepy, but she couldn’t be distracted from the task at hand.

“Look, I have to go to work so I’m gonna lay down a few ground rules for when I’m gone.” She says firmly while crouching down to be at eye level with you. “You’re not allowed to leave apartment unless it is burning down or someone broke in.” She starts and you interrupt by saying “If it was burning down I’d stay right where I am, I finally wouldn’t be freezing to death. Do you like living in an ice block?” which garners you an eye roll from the red head. “Second rule, don’t touch any of my things unless it is this remote or-“ she says while looking around for something for you to eat. She spots the cheerios she had set out and decided that that would be a sufficient food source for you before she could go grocery shopping. She scampers over to grab the box from the kitchen along with a water bottle before returning to your side and placing the box and bottle on the coffee table. “- this cereal and this water, got it?” She added. “What if I don’t like the way it tastes?” You ask while poking at the box.

“Well it’s just for now, I’ll be back with more food for you. What do you even eat?”

“Souls of the damned” you say with a straight face before laughing at the disgusted and slightly horrified expression on Wanda’s face. “I usually just eat meat, but now that I’m stuck as this flesh sack I guess I’d eat whatever humans would.”

“Okay, noted.” She says while looking around to see if she needed to say anything else. “You can watch whatever you want on the tv, I have a few streaming apps if you wanna look through those too.” She says and you look at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “What the fuck is a tv.” You deadpan and Wanda thinks you’re joking again until she realizes that you’re serious. “What did you think the remote was for?” She asks and you simply say “A vibrator”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh while saying “Why in the world would I give you just the remote to a vibrator?” You shrug as Wanda sits down next to you and explains the wonders of the television to you. When she turns it on, you were absolutely terrified at first. You yelped and hid behind her while she giggled at your antics. “It’s not going to kill you, here let me show you how it works.” She says softly while gently coaxing you out of hiding. She didn’t want to put on anything scary since she didn’t want you to think it was real, so she went to her disney+ account and put on some kids show that her coworkers kids absolutely loved. “You can watch this while I’m gone, okay?” She says while gesturing to the colorful dogs that were dancing on the screen. The moment your eyes hit the screen, you were entranced by what you were seeing. You didn’t look away from it as you nodded.

Wanda gave you a small pat on the head before setting the box of cheerios next to you so you’d actually remember that they were there. She moved her hands in front of your eyes when you didn’t turn to look at her and you immediately swatted her hand away so you could continue to watch. She just giggled to herself before saying “Have fun, I’ll be back soon.” and heading off to the office.

You quickly learned that your first favorite thing on earth was a show called Bluey. You’re second favorite thing were the delicious crunchy circles that Wanda gave you. You had devoured the entire box of cereal after about 10 or so episodes of bluey and you wanted more. You figured out how to pause the funny dogs on the television so you could go find more crunchy circles.

Your quest begins in the place where Wanda brought the box from in the first place, the kitchen. You were greeted by a collection of places where the sugary treat could be, but when you tried to open up one of the cabinets it was stopped by something. You let out a low growl at the offending silver strip before your short nails grew into fierce claws that tore through it. The first cabinet you opened was filled with random white disks. You grabbed one and tried taking a bite to see if it was tasty like your crunchy circles, but it didn’t break in between your teeth so you gave up on it.

You spent a few more minutes tearing through all the tape in the kitchen and looking for snacks. You eventually stumble upon a heavy bag that was easy to rip open. It was filled to the brim with tiny white crystals that looked edible, so you gave it a lick. You were instantly hooked. It tasted so yummy, kind of like the crunchy circles but this time it was just the sweet tasting part.

You returned back to the couch so you could keep watching the silly dogs while licking your delicious new treat.

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Wanda was thankfully able to get off of work early and was able to convince her supervisor to let her work from home for a few days by giving some excuse about having to take care of some relatives child while they were in the hospital for a bit.

She returns home to see you, still sitting on the couch watching the show she put on earlier, but now you were eating something that was definitely not cheerios. “Hey, what are you- are you eating my sugar?!” She exclaims while taking the half eaten bag away from you. You whine and try to take it back from her but she hold it up above her so you couldn’t reach. “How did you even get this?” She questions while shutting the tv off. “I wanted more of this but there wasn’t any in the tiny compartments in the food room so I found that and ate it.” You say while picking up the box of cereal and holding it up. Wanda’s gaze moves over to the kitchen to see all the ripped up duct tape. She sighs and says “I’ll get you more cheerios, okay? No eating just sugar, it’s bad for you.” before giving you a reprimanding bop on your head. She almost changes her mind when she sees the adorable pout on your face, but she stays strong. You give in with a small nod while mumbling “No more… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ll do better next time.” She says softly while sitting down next to you and hesitantly rubbing your back. You let out a soft purring sound before leaning against Wanda’s side. “More bluey.” you say while pointing to the television. She just chuckles to herself while switching the show back on. “We have to work on your manners, a please would be appreciated.” She says half jokingly.

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After you went to sleep, Wanda went about making preparations for the next day. She went back and decided to hide the sugar bag somewhere else in the kitchen. She also put back another layer of duct tape just in case you got any ideas of stealing again.

She went on a late night trip to the supermarket to get a few boxes of cheerios for you and some general groceries since she was running low on practically everything. While she was browsing, she noticed a cute pair of pink mittens and got an idea to stop you from tearing through the duct tape again.

When she got home, she put the groceries away before making her way to her bedroom to make a few modifications to your new mittens. With a bit of ribbon and a lock for each hand, she successfully made a way to keep your hands locked in place. Was it a little evil? Maybe, but you did break a rule that she explicitly said… and the thought of you needing her to do everything for you was too tempting to pass up. She imagined your cute pout as you looked up at her and begged for her to hand feed you your cereal, or having to help you drink your water, or having to beg her to touch you since you couldn’t touch yourself…

Her mind began to wander towards the delicious sounds you would make. Would you whimper and whine while not using your words or would you be begging for more the entire time? Would you be quiet or loud just for her? These questions were burning her mind and sending a certain undeniable heat to her core. As she laid on her bed, her hand slowly crept down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties. She was soaked just from her little fantasy of you. She was desperate to feel your soft, supple skin under her fingers. She wants to squeeze and mark every inch of her body for herself. Her fingers make feather light touches around her clit before slowly speeding up. She was doing it just the way she liked it, but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right cause you weren’t the one touching her.

While she wanted to keep going, she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere. She pulled her hand out and inspected her fingers that were dripping in her arousal. Her thoughts immediately went to you sucking her fingers clean before she shoves them down your throat so you’d gag on them.

“Get yourself together, Wanda” she muttered quietly to herself while rubbing her face. To stop herself from getting too carried away, Wanda forced herself into the bathroom to take a cold shower and then straight to bed.

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“You want me to wear what?” You questioned while pointing towards the offending objects in Wanda’s grasp. “I told you not to touch anything and you did it anyway. So until I can trust you enough with your own hands, you’ll be wearing these.” She says while showing you the pretty pink mittens she made for you. You knew she was getting a kick out of this. A part of her wanted to humiliate you and that was clear from the way she was trying not to smile or the way her hands were slightly shaking. The tell tale sign though was the distinct scent of arousal wafting off of her. You knew she had no clue that your sense of smell was leagues above her own, but what she didn’t know didn’t matter. What did matter is that Wanda was starting to express her sexual interests, while indirectly, with you. You felt some weird sense of pride that she was maybe more of a pervert than you thought.

You sighed and held your hands out for her. “Alright, get ‘em on me.” You acquiesce and almost instantly Wanda gets your hands into fists so she could fasten the mitts. When they were both padlocked, you couldn’t stretch your fingers out so it was impossible for you to rip them. “Happy?” You say while waving your imprisoned fists up towards her. “Very” Wanda states before getting the next episode of Bluey on for you. “I’m going to be in the other room doing some work, you stay here and watch your show. I’ll come back in an hour for lunch.” She explains while going to the kitchen and returning with a bowl of cheerios for you. She sets the bowl on the couch next to you before giving you a small pat to the head. “No trouble while I’m working.” She reminds you before going off to work in her room.

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You could tell that the redhead was distancing herself from you. Whenever she could, she would work in another room than you. She would come check up on you occasionally to make sure you had food and that you were drinking water since “Humans need to drink water to survive.” While it was odd, you did enjoy being doted on even if it was for a few moments. You could tell Wanda was enjoying herself too, but she was too nervous to fully let herself go.

After the fifth time of noticing Wanda checking on you from her bedrooms doorway, you decided to put matters into your own hands. You fiddled with the remote to turn it off before tip toeing over to Wanda’s room. You give it a soft knock and ask “Can I come in? I’m bored.”

You could sense the hesitation from the other side of the door. Wanda was anxious to have a real conversation with you. It was safe to keep your conversation to a bare minimum. The sokovian couldn’t imagine the things she’d admit if she spoke to you for longer than five minutes. However, she had to rip the bandaid off. She couldn’t just leave you to waste away in front of her tv all day. “You may.” Wanda pipes up and you fumble with the door handle until it opens up. “Stupid cloth hands.” You whisper while glaring down at the pristinely pink fabric that was still tightly locked around your hands. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” You barely heard Wanda when she said it. You didn’t want to tease her about her nerves since it was easy to tell it might’ve made things worse. You sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, bouncing a bit on the springy surface. Wanda didn’t look away from her laptop and continued to type away at it as she sat next to you. You scooted closer to her until your cheek rested against her shoulder. You looked over her laptop screen to see a collection of tabs open while Wanda’s cursor was frantically switching between all of them. Her logic was that if she could overstimulate her eyes then she wouldn’t have to think about how close you were to her.

“What are you doing?” You ask while nodding towards the chaos unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“Working.”

“Working?”

“Mhm, this is what humans do for money.”

“What’re you doing to the screen?”

“Important technological stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“It doesn’t look that hard, you’re just looking at different pictures.” You point out while putting one of your mitts to the screen.

She sighs when she realizes she’s been caught before closing her laptop. “You got me, you’re more clever than I thought.” Wanda praises you before giving your hair a quick ruffle. You lean into the touch before Wanda could pull her hand away which leads to her giving you a few soft pets. “Now why did you come in here? I thought you’d want to sit and watch your show.” She asks while slowly moving her hand away from you. You whine quietly as she does and Wanda has to resist the urge to play with your hair. “I told you I was bored. I wanna do something.” You reiterated while turning your gaze up towards Wanda’s face. She sits there for a moment thinking about what she could do with you since she was also rather bored. “Why don’t we watch a different show together? I’ll make you a new snack to try.” She suggests and you eagerly nod your head at her idea.

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“Here, try this. It’s called popcorn.” Wanda says while sitting next to you with a bowl filled to the brim with a new treat for you. You examine this ‘popcorn’ and after giving it a few sniffs you decide that it was good enough to eat. You try to pick up a few pieces but your mitted fisted could barely do anything. Wanda noticed your struggle and giggles to herself. You could tell that she wanted you to ask for help since she was too nervous to offer it herself. “Can you help me eat this?” You ask the redhead and you immediately notice a spark of an idea in those bright green eyes of hers. “You have to ask me nicely if you want help.” She says smugly while watching your face to see if she might’ve stepped over the line. You groan but give into her. “Can you help me eat this popcorn… please?” You ask again and she happily takes a few pieces in her hand and up towards your mouth for you to start snacking. Your face lights up as you’re hit with a completely new taste. “More! Please- I want more popcorn.” You blurt out before opening up your mouth slightly as Wanda feeds you some more popcorn.

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Wanda soon put on one of her favorite shows, Malcom in the middle, for the two of you to watch as she contributed to feed you. You could feel Wanda’s tension start to ease as more episodes went by. She hasn’t had anyone to watch shows with in forever. It’s always been something she did with her family, but since she moved countries that was near impossible now. It felt blissfully domestic, which was something that Wanda didn’t know she wanted until now.

After some time, you fell asleep curled up next to Wanda as the show continued on in the background. Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to it though, her sole focus was on you.

I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment if you want to see this story continue.

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munson-blurbs · 9 months ago

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The ending was adorable 🥹 Everyone is going to ask for the proposal and the wedding and all that amazing stuff… but I really want to see the Disney trip and Wayne on Its a Small World 😂

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: The whole Munson clan embarks on their first trip to Disney World; as expected, it's filled with both magic and mayhem.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Also requested by @tvserie-s-world!

June 2002

The Munson chaos, as it turns out, is not limited to Hawkins. It tags along everywhere, including family vacations.

Especially family vacations.

“Babe, where’s the sunscreen?” “I wanna see Mickey!” “Ed, have you seen my hat?” “I’m hungry!”

Taking a deep breath, you toss Eddie the bottle of Coppertone, remind Harris that you actually had to get to the Magic Kingdom before seeing any of the characters, find Wayne’s ball cap in the bottom of his suitcase, and scrounge up a baggy of Cheerios for Hendrix.

“Okay, are we ready to go?”

Your question is met with an emphatic chorus of yeses as the five of you leave the hotel room and make a beeline for the shuttle bus.

Eddie tries to scoop Hendrix into his arms; try as he might, your two-year-old’s chubby legs just can’t carry him very far, very fast. He scrunches up his face and squirms out of Eddie’s grasp.

“Wan’ walk!” Hendrix pouts, lower lip jutting out in sheer defiance.

An exasperated sigh escapes Eddie’s lips. “There’s gonna be a lot of walking later, buddy.” But he knows there’s no sense in arguing, and he settles for holding the boy’s hand. He’s heard tales of Disney meltdowns, but he was hoping to avoid one before the day even started.

The Florida heat is no joke. It envelops you like a casing, and you’re grateful for the air conditioned bus. Everyone sits down, Hendrix on your lap, and you lean in to discuss the day’s plans.

“So,” you begin, “I really want to get a picture of all of us in front of the castle. After that, we can split up. I know Harris wants to ride Space Mountain—”

“And Splash Mountain and Big Thunder,” he interjects, a seriousness in his eyes. As though you could have forgotten—all he’s talked about for weeks are those three rides.

You nod in acknowledgment. “One thing at a time.” The reminder is gentle, a nudge to keep him focused on a single goal so he didn’t overwhelm himself. Turning back to the group, you continue the rundown. “Wayne, you’re fine taking Hendrix on a few rides by yourself?”

The older man grins. “Can’t wait to have that damn doll song stuck in my head.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie raise his hand.

“Yes?”

“I’m actually gonna sit Space Mountain out,” he says, sheepishness seeping into his cheeks. “So I can go with Wayne and Hendrix, and then we can all meet up after.”

Harris looks at his father in bewilderment. “Dad, are you afraid?”

“N-No!” Eddie sputters, sighing when you shoot him a glare that tells him to be honest. “I mean, yeah, a little. But you and Mom should still go on it.”

“It’s just you and me, kiddo.” You smile at Harris and return to the task at hand. “And then we’ll all go on the Peter Pan ride together before we grab lunch.”

Everyone nods in agreement, though you know that actually executing the idea will be much more of a challenge. You take the win for now, climbing off of the bus with Hendrix in your arms with the rest of the family behind you.

A jovial melody surrounds you as you enter the Magic Kingdom, putting some extra pep in your step. You feel the excitement building; not just from the boys, but from the adults, too. Neither Eddie nor Wayne have been here before, and they’re just as eager to start the vacation.

Your breath hitches as you make your way down Main Street, U.S.A. and Cinderella Castle finally comes into view.

“I’ll be damned,” Wayne mutters under his breath, his voice breaking slightly. “Looks just like the movie.”

You reach out and take Eddie’s hand, squeezing it gently as the five of you take in the sight. Tears blur your vision, and you can only imagine that Eddie’s experiencing the same.

We did it. We’re at Disney World with our family.

You manage to stave off the tears long enough to ask a Cast Member to snap a photo with your disposable Kodak camera.

“Say cheese!” The woman chirps with a smile of her own, and you all comply–even Wayne.

As soon as the shutter clicks, the usual pandemonium resumes. Harris is tugging on your hand and dragging you towards Tomorrowland.

“Remember, Har,” you say, “we might have to wait in line for a while.” It’s a concept you thoroughly went over prior to the trip, but it never hurts to remind him.

Since you’d started out early, the queue isn’t terribly long; nothing that can’t be handled with a few rounds of I Spy. Before you know it, you’re boarding your tiny rocketship right behind Harris. The ten-year-old is practically bouncing out of his seat, and you’re more than grateful for the lap bar holding him in place.

Harris squeals with delight at each banked turn, even putting his hands in the air as he gets braver towards the end of the ride. Adrenaline buzzes through him when the ride comes to a stop, and he darts for the exit.

“Wait for me!” You call out, and he pauses until you get your very not ten-year-old body out of the cramped vehicle. It used to be a lot easier to stand up when you were his age, but you eventually catch up with Harris to head to Fantasyland.

What you find there is the last thing you would have imagined.

Eddie walks out of one of the myriad gift shops, with Hendrix in his arms and Wayne beside both of them. Your younger son has a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on his head, and one in his hands–for Harris, you assume–but what’s out of the ordinary is what the men are wearing.

“Oh…my…god!” You cackle, and Harris joins you when he sees his dad and grandpa wearing matching tall Goofy hats, the floppy ears swaying against their cheeks.

Eddie grins, doing a small spin that proves more difficult when carrying a two-year-old. “How do we look?” He asks.

Stifling further laughter, you shake your head. “Incredible.” When you reach him, you give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.”

“I think that says more about you than it does me, Sweetheart.”

Harris takes his souvenir from his little brother and slides the string under his chin. Both of them look absolutely precious, and you snap another picture before either can protest.

“Oh, one last thing.” Eddie reaches into a mouse-printed bag and pulls out a gold plastic tiara, covered in glitter with a photo of Belle in the center. He carefully places it atop your head and you secure it against your scalp. “There,” he murmurs, “pretty like a princess.”

A warmth settles into you that is unrelated to the humidity. You swear you could gaze into his eyes for an eternity, losing yourself in the hazel flecks that accentuated the chocolate irises—

“It’s Mickey!”

You follow where Hendrix is pointing; sure enough, the world’s most famous mouse was walking to a designated spot, flanked by an entourage of handlers. It’s the opposite direction of Peter Pan’s Flight, but you’re not about to compete with Mickey Mouse himself.

Hendrix’s jubilation wanes as he gets closer to the character, chubby fingers digging into Eddie’s biceps. When he reaches the front of the line, he begins outright wailing, face buried in his dad’s shirt.

Frowning, you try to peel him away. “Hendrix, it’s our turn!” You tell him, trying to rebuild the excitement with no success. “Don’t you wanna meet Mickey?”

“Too scary!” He sobs, his little body shaking with fear.

You look at your husband, pushing away the urge to freeze up and throw a tantrum of your own. “Okay, I’ll take Hendrix; you and Wayne stay with Har—”

But Harris is faster, nudging between you and Eddie to place a hand on his brother’s back. “Hen, you don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna be right there with you.” He glances at Mickey, then back at Hendrix. “I know he’s a lot bigger than on TV, but he’s not going to hurt you.”

The crying subsides, save for a few hiccups. Hendrix sloppily wipes at his damp cheeks and holds his arms out so Harris can take him. They walk hand-in-hand, the youngest Munson glued to his big brother’s side.

Harris waves at Mickey, imploring Hendrix to do the same. He obliges, albeit timidly, but there’s no mistaking the joyful giggle that escapes him when Mickey returns the gesture.

Eddie laces his fingers with yours, metal rings warm from the summer sun. “Can you get a picture of this?” You nod and reluctantly let go of him, forever capturing the moment with the click of a button.

The rest of the day is spent waiting in line, riding attractions with colorful scenery, scarfing down Mickey-shaped food items, and taking a much-needed midday nap at the hotel. The sleep recharges you enough to head back out to the park after dinner.

The sun begins to set, though the temperature barely drops a single degree. Your group finds a bench right outside Liberty Square. Wayne sits with Hendrix on his lap, Eddie next to him, and you take a seat at the end. Harris stays standing, leaning against the wooden back only to help him get his jumps out.

“Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls!” A cheerful disembodied voice comes over the park’s sound system. “Our fireworks presentation, Fantasy in the Sky, is about to begin. Thank you!”

You dig in your bag and pull out some wax earplugs for Harris. Hendrix extends his hand for his own pair, always wanting to be just like his big brother.

Fireworks light up the sky, bright pink and blue and green hues that leave wispy trails of smoke in their wake. Harris keeps his fingers pressed to his ears to block out any additional noise, but it doesn’t detract from the smile on his face.

Perhaps the only person more enamored with the show is Wayne. The lights illuminate his awe-struck face, mouth agape, as though he’s in disbelief of the magic surrounding him.

Eddie leans down to kiss your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Havin’ a good time, Sweetheart?” he mumbles against your skin.

You nod, looking up and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Are you?”

He takes in the sight of his sons and his uncle, together in a place he’s only ever dreamed of visiting. And he has you by his side; more than that, you are the reason he’s here at all.

“I’ve never been happier.”

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hawkinsquarry · 7 months ago

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all things must pass (steve x reader)

summary: steve makes you leave him at the end of the world.

contains: steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; no pronouns used for reader; post-st4; unresolved angst; probably too much swearing :/

i miss this guy and i’m feeling insane over him so have some angst with an ambiguous ending 🫶🏻

Steve’s feet feel particularly heavy when we steps across your foyer. And the packet he has in his hands feels even heavier. He brushes off a few specs of ashes before slamming them down on the table in front of you, lazily eating cereal.

“What the hell is this?” you ask after a moment, grabbing the ledger on top. You know immediately it’s an airline ticket. It makes you feel sick and you push your Cheerios away as your eyes scan the details.

FROM-TO

IND > LA

You want to fucking kill him but you don’t have a chance as he breezes past, grabbing your suitcase out of your walk in closet.

“You depart in twelve hours,” he starts. He recited it in his head the entire way over to make the conversation easier, but the words are hard to get out. “Only take your essentials. When you’re there, a chauffeur will pick you up and take you to the - the - the location.”

“Steve, I’m not fucking going -“

“Yes, you are.” He says sternly. Like you’re a child.

“I’m not going anywhere without you!”

And he know this was coming - this cyclical argument you’ve been having for the last three weeks, your tears, the lump in his throat, uncertainly fogging both of your vision. But it doesn’t make it any easier, any less frustrating.

He says your name low and quiet. A plea. “This is safe. This is where the - the - the people I know told me to send you. That it’s the safest place.”

“And we’re trusting those people now?”

“No. W-well, yes! It - it’s - just - trust me, not them. Okay?” He settles your suitcase on the couch and starts moving around your living room for things he knows you’ll need. A blanket. Medicine. “Anywhere away from here is better, anyway.”

“So you admit it isn’t safe?”

Steve sniffles. “I never said it was.”

You follow him to your bedroom where he begins ripping clothes from your closet. He doesn’t miss the hoodie he leant you a few months ago. It’s laid on top of your suitcase with more shirts and pants.

You grab his arm and try to force it to fall back to his side, but he’s too strong, god damn him. “Steve, quit!” you beg, digging your heels into the ground and tugging on him. “I’m not leaving, Steve. I’m not going unless you go with me.”

“We talked about this.”

As nauseam, in fact. Until the ache in Steve’s throat was excruciating. Until your voice was hoarse and you were heaving. He’s not leaving, and you are.

You tug on him again. “I’ll keep talking about it until you listen to me!”

He doesn’t say anything. Just keeps moving back and forth between your closet and the suitcase. You cry, as hard as you try not to. You really are like a petulant child, stomping your foot, throwing a tantrum. You feel like it’s the only way he’ll listen, but you know the reality is that he still won’t.

“What about me?” you cry. You’re so angry at him, want to say something that’ll make him hurt. That’ll change the expression on his stoic face. You find it in you to refrain. “What about us, Steve?”

Keeps packing. Head down. Jaw clenched tight. He was ready for this fight when he walked in.

“Steve, let the goddamn military handle it. Do - do you honestly think you’re going to save the world?”

“No,” he snaps.

“Then what?”

He doesn’t answer because you already know why. Because he can’t leave Dustin, and Dustin can’t leave El, because apparently she can save the world. And Robin won’t leave Steve who won’t leave Dustin who won’t leave El. And Nancy fucking Wheeler won’t leave Mike who won’t leave El.

It makes you feel insane. Your blood boils and spills over, and over, and over, and it never just depletes. You keep going, keep arguing, trying to talk him out of it until your voice is hoarse. It’s hoarse now, in fact. Last night Steve held you until you shut up, until you cried yourself to sleep, and you had no idea he had already got you a plane ticket out of here. You feel so betrayed it makes your stomach twist and chest ache.

“I can’t live without you,” you try. It’s the third time you’ve pulled this and it seems to get him the most. “Steve, I don’t know what I’d do if - if….”

Steve bites his cheek, stilling, his hands clutching one of your sweaters.

“Why don’t you care?” you push.

He sniffles again, pinches his nose. You’d prefer it if he’d just let himself cry. He’d give in, then, if he let his emotions take over.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Jesus, yes,” he grits, finally looking at you. His eyes are red. “Why do you think I’m makin’ you leave, huh? Why do you think I’m staying?”

“Because you think you’re something you’re not!”

He runs a big hand through his hair so harshly you fear it’ll get tugged out. He walks towards you, holding his arms out, murmuring, “honey,” and as much as it pains you, you back away.

“Don’t,” you say sharply. Your throat aches. “Don’t do that, Steve.”

“I love you.” He sounds exhausted. “I love you, please believe me.”

“If you love me, then come with me.”

“There won’t be a world for us to live in unless we stop this.”

“You aren’t going to save the world.” You’re so desperate for him to listen to you. “The chances are so slim, Steve. Why can’t we love each other while we have time?”

Steve takes a shaky breath. “I won’t let you die without doing something about it first.”

You stare at each other. It’s suddenly dawning on you that nothing you’ll do will ever change his mind. That his chances of living through the next few days are slim. That this is the last time you’ll get to see him. While he’s packing for you and forcing you to take a plane to California.

There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s not like what you’ve seen in the movies you rented from Family Video when Steve had a shift. Before he was yours. When you went because the forest green vest looked so good on him, and he always had some goofy recommendation, and he let his hands touch yours when giving you your change for a moment too long.

You’ve hardly even had him.

“So that’s it?” You can hardly hear yourself.

“I’m doing this for you. I’m doing everything for you. And - and i-if it works, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I swear, angel.”

You shake your head, hot tears making their way down your jaw. “No.”

He stills. Looks a little like a deer in headlights. Caught off guard, shocked. Mouth parting slightly before closing again, like he wants to argue but can’t.

What is there to say?

“If you make me get on that plane, Steve….” You shake your head again, swallowing the ache in your throat down.

You stare at each other again. His eyes are one of your favorite things about him. Those saccharine, chestnut and moss colored irises. They scrunch up when he laughs. You used to think about leaving Hawkins and moving somewhere nice, so far away from all of this that Steve grows up to have crows feet around his eyes. That you’d be the one who put them there. And this is the last time you’ll see them.

“You have to go,” he eventually sniffles.

“Please,” you try, for the final time.

He blinks slowly, frowning, chest rising and falling slowly. “I love you,” he whispers. “Please believe me.”

You’re not sure if you can.

#steve harrington x reader #han posts #steve x reader

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starryeyeddreamer21 · 3 months ago

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Characters as things I've said/heard people say

I went to the fair with my family so you get this

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Angel: No regrets, if we die good riddance

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Cherri: I would strap myself to a bomb for fun

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Charlie: I haven't pet a cow in too long I think

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Vaggie: *furious* All because I can't crochet

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Husk: if I was a goat I'd uhhh umm I don't know I'd probably just be a goat... Sleep maybe?

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Angel: I'm going to touch your ankles

Husk: What are you, some kind of Victorian pervert?

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Charlie: *gasping and pointing to a sign* SUPER FRIED CHICKEN

Angel: Lame I want super SUPER fried chicken

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Alastor: *watching pork roast* Gorgeous

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Charlie: *feeding Vaggie* here comes the airplane

Alastor: ... That was embarrassing for both of you

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Vaggie: *watching a man dressed as a cockroach walk by* The men have started morphing into their true forms

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Cherri: Wouldn't it be funny if this place got set on fire

Charlie: No??? There would be a stampede

Cherri: Oh damn I would die

Charlie: No, you would stampede?

Cherri: I wouldn't run

Charlie: *sigh* yeah, of course not

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Sir Pentious: If I died on a rollercoaster my last words would be "Wahoo"

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Nifty: I need to destroy, I need to rip something to shreds with my bare hands

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Lucifer and his Candy apple adventures a saga:

Lucifer: *holding a candy apple* oh hell yeah I'm gonna fuck this shit UP

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *doesn't notice*

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks around* ???

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks back at him* What are you doing?

Lucifer: Huh?

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: WILL YOU STOP

Lucifer: What are you talking about????

Alastor: You're throwing something in my hair and on my shoulders and back-

Lucifer: *singing* head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!

(my sister never figured out what I was doing 💀)

Lucifer: *still eating his candy apple* Why am I eating this like a chicken wing?

Charlie: Is that not how you're supposed to eat it?

Lucifer: You are absolutely right

Lucifer: *covered in candy apple* I'm sticky 🥺

Lucifer: *done with his candy apple but still chewing on the stick*

Alastor: *takes a bite of a mozzarella stick*

Lucifer: *gasps* MOZZARELLA STICKS

Alastor: *dips mozzarella sticks in marinara sauce and holds it out to Lucifer*

Lucifer: *reaches for it*

Alastor: *takes it back and glares*

Lucifer: what? oh- weirdo *eats it from his hand*

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Lucifer: Can you bring me to the bathroom?

Alastor: I'm not carrying you

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* can you walk me to the-

Alastor: I might be able to find you a little red wagon

Lucifer: I'm going to punch you

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Cherri: Froot loops are just-

Angel: *nods seriously* Gay Cheerios

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Charlie: I need to find a bathroom to cry in asap

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Vaggie: She's either drunk or high off something

Angel: I think it would be easier if I was high

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Charlie: All I can smell is weed

Angel and Cherri: *deep inhale*

Charlie: NO

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Alastor: Ugh there are so many people

Lucifer: I know I'm dying

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Angel: *gasp* MY PHONE IS ON ONE PERCENT

Alastor: *completely monotone* oh no the horrors

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Stranger: Is that your dad?

Husk: Do I look that old?

Angel: No, we're married

Stranger: Oh... you're married

Angel: *laughing* No

Husk: DO I LOOK THAT OLD????

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Lucifer: *singing along* I can count on you like 4 3 2 you'll be there

Alastor: No I'd leave you

Lucifer: Yeah I know

Alastor: Like everyone else

Lucifer: oh

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Nifty: *staring at crystals* Do I think they could heal me? No, I am beyond repair. Do I think they're so so so so pretty? YES!!! I NEED THEM

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Lucifer: *overstimulated, angry, and grinning with tears in his eyes* I wish I could enjoy things

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kissitbttr · 11 months ago

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If you’re open to it, I’d love to request reader leaving scratches on frat!miguel’s back from a good time, and Miguel’s teammates or brothers seeing them and teasing him!! But secretly he loves that everyone knows 💕

“damn.. someone had a good time last night” glen snickers as he watches shirtless miguel with messy hair walk down the stairs before heading towards the kitchen,

miguel rolls his eyes yet can’t help but smile, rubbing his sleepy eyes before yawning. “morning, man. do we have some cheerios left? or captain crunch. doesn’t matter”

glen frowns, shaking his head. “no more of that. coach will kill you. here” he tosses a half sandwich to his way before miguel catches it. “plus, your girl told me to give you more nutritious food. said she’ll chop my balls off if she ever catches me giving you any more of that sugary stuff. and i am not risking that”

“she did huh? sounds like her” he chuckles before taking a bite of the beef sandwich. “what time should we head to practice again?”

“seven. but coach wants us there 20 minutes before for some drills” glen informs, moving a chair next to him. “she’s not up yet?”

“nah” miguel responds, stealing a cup of someone else’s oj off the marble top. “figured i let her sleep in until we’re done with practice. she looks so cute while sleeping you guys know that?”

“we know” glen and beck responds in unison. “you tell us that shit all the time, o’hara”

“well sorry for having a pretty ass girlfriend. arrest me” he puts his hands up. “i’ll get ready in ten. who’s car are we—“

“yo o’hara?! the fuck did that girl do to you, bro?!”

carlos laughs out loud as he appears from behind, making the others jump. miguel’s eyebrows move into a confused frown as the other boys begin to scramble to see what he’s talking about. when they see it, a laugh breaks out of their mouths. fingers pointing at the couple of thin pink scars decorating his back,

“what? the fuck are you guys looking at?!”

“man… she got you good” monty nods with a huge smile, clapping his shoulder. “you seriously don’t feel that?”

“feel what?” miguel looks over his shoulder to see but fails to. then he moves to the nearest mirror and that’s when he realizes. “oh… well fuck me”

“she does that a lot?”

“yeah but… never this far” miguel’s lips turn into a cocky smirk and a chuckle follows after. “that’s the first”

“you look like you just got jumped by twenty cats, o’hara” beck comments, chugging his orange juice,

“ as if gloria doesn’t do the same to you”

“she always got her nails clipped, so no. that shit hurt”

“just admit that you’re a pussy” miguel takes a big bite of the sandwich, earning a flip off from glen. “because i’d let my girl do anything to me. that includes marking me. not that i would ask her to. she does it anyway”

carlos whistles, plopping down the chair next to him. “she’s a keeper then” miguel hums in agreement, “you think if you both broke up, she’ll go for me?”

miguel shoves him so hard he falls off the chair and lands on the floor with a loud thud.

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years ago

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Remember When I Said Taehyung Might Not Be As Gay As We Thought?

Don't judge a man by his milfy wardrobe, he looks goooood.

It was... awhile ago. Maybe as far back as 2021 although I do not feel like link-searching it. It's in the archives if I didn't kill it.

Granted, there was a lot going on, then. There's still a lot going on and until now I had no desire to ever - EVER - return to this hellsite. Because Taekookers are fucking weird, yo. And some of y'all got a lil bit up in my shit too as I (fuzzily) recall. Which: it's whatever. I'm extremely unsocial, don't even answer my own DMs. And it's not personal, so I get it. I don't need or want to defend myself, but I will protect people I care about. With my absence, if necessary.

OT: I also totally kicked the big C while I've been out so that was nice. Yoongi the cat is pleased that his noms will continue uninterrupted. I will be in wigs for at least another year. It's all good. Oh LOOK at what we have here. Don't come at me for publishing this, I will explain.

I got it from actual media days ago, okay, and also: there was no expectation of real privacy. Keep reading. Or don't, I'm not telling you what to do.

ANYWAY. I had to come back, mainly to say TAENNIE IS REAL I TOLD Y'ALL IDK WHY NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME BUT HERE WE ARE. I'm gloating. Honestly, it's so rude, I'd apologize if I cared. But I am rude and snorfling into my cheerios about this. Tae just made me so damn happy, is all.

LET THE MAN BE BI OR HETEROFLEXIBLE OR EVEN STRAIGHT IDC. Jennie clearly makes him happy. Look at his "I'm going to Paris to see my girlfriend" face!

And in that very specific jewelry look, no less. Foundrae. Again. Still. Hm.

Here's what I can tell you based on my limited third hand no sources no receipts this is probably utter bullshit usual disclaimer: It's a soft open, kids. This whole "oopsie we just so happened to get caught taking a lil walk in public with our managers in tow during which date at least one of us signed several autographs, what a surprise" is in fact a soft open for what will likely be a public confirmation PRETTY DAMN SOON. It might happen before I get this thing published, actually, depending on when I get it up. If it's before May 22 at noon my time, no idea. If after, well. Guess we'll see. Jennie's supposed to show up at the screening of HBO's The Idol that day, screening at the Grand Lumiere at 10:30 CEST. One wonders if she will arrive alone, or bring a plus one. It's a big ask, and if he does it they're probably getting married, that's how big a deal it would be. So I'm not holding my breath, but.

This seems like a reasonable prospect for a plus-one viewing. Might not be the only one but... Jennie's IN IT so.

I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN. I think it would be a fucking POWER move if it did, but I also do not necessarily expect that it will. It COULD. It... MIGHT. It might not. Either way they're a thing, I'm telling you. They are, have been, a thing. For awhile. And it is apparently quite serious - like up to and including talk of engagement serious.

Remember when a bunch of folk thought that one gummy bear dude was going to jail for "hacking" Jennie's phone only there's been no actual movement on any "investigation"? Yeah. Trickle truthing, they call it. Give 'em a little bit, let them deny it and yell and chew on it for awhile before you give 'em a little more. But c'mon, nobody's wearing half the love-themed couple pieces at Foundrae for no damn reason.

Seriously they got the whole collection almost and both have been seen wearing them almost exclusively. For a year.See airport pic above.

Look, I don't have inside info on Taehyung. I do not. I ain't hang with his friends and I don't know him personally. Never met the guy. But I know a PR move when I see one and this is exactly that.

We all know how toxic stan culture can be. Some ToadlicKKers (and a few of us house elves) are certifiably bonkers, if stan twitter is anything to go by. And the guys, the company, they expect a whole meltdown. They know this is not gonna make half their fans happy. I mean the tkkers have a point in that it looks like they wanted to be seen. BECAUSE IT'S A SOFT OPEN. What Taejen/Taennie/Jenhyung and the companies also know is that based on historic shipper behavior, this is gonna come back on Jimin, Jungkook, maybe Rose' and Lisa. And by extension, the other members. Maybe not as much due to their respective distance, but still. I bet by the time I finish this it will have already started.

Oh look there it is. Fuck those bitches, really.

Good LORDT. I'm not adding the audio, if y'all are that hungry for psycho hose beast Jimin hate hie thee to stan twt.

But, totally off-topic kinda...

... wouldn't it be cool if Jennie, who speaks great English, was hanging out with Troye Sivan and was like "so you know my boyfriend tells me that his bffs..." I'M JUST SAYING NETWORKING IS COOL AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS GET THINGS DONE OKAY.

You know that girl has the scoop. If Tae knows it, she knows it. Oh heeeeyyy Troye.

Also OT: I love that Taekook have been hanging out a little more lately. It's refreshing. I genuinely think having Jennie in his life has been good for Tae in several ways. And you know, I'm kinda surprised Taennie has lasted this long. I didn't honestly think they would. It warms my decrepit, sad old heart a bit. Turns out I have a lot more to say so IDK IDK, if I feel okay about it I might be back. Right now I'm just waiting for the official Taennie nod and the continued total meltdown.

#oh shit here we go again #taennie #stan twt #cannes #taehyung #kim taehyung #jennie #meanwhile the jeon parks continue unabated but that's another thing #tae in paris #random troye sivan #cannes 2023 #yoongi the cat not the man #why the hell am i even here

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trickphotography2 · 1 year ago

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 5 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 6

Jake slid his sunglasses on while exiting the Vigilantes hanger. He was supposed to meet Coyote for lunch - an apology for blowing him off for the last three weekends. But with you standing firm on the no weeknights sleepovers, it was the only time he was able to see you. After waking you up with his tongue between your legs, he’d thought you’d cave, but no luck. Instead, he was stuck trading texts and phone calls during the week. But even Coyote agreed that regular sex was more important than pick-up basketball games at the base gym or nights at the bar.

Jake cast a critical eye over the jets as he walked the flight line. The maintenance crews were among the best in the world, but all it took was one rookie pilot just out of flight school to damage millions of dollars in equipment. As part of his TOPGUN training, he’d been charged with helping train some of those kids, which was an exercise in patience. Thankfully he wasn’t the only TOPGUN grad stationed on Lemoore, so the responsibilities were pretty evenly shared.

A small group of people was standing around the Rough Raiders hanger - a mix of khaki, flight suits, and civilians. He paused midstep at the sight of you climbing a jet ladder, a guy in a flight suit standing below and checking out your ass. You hadn’t mentioned being on base when you talked last night. Tucking his tongue into his cheek, he watched you climb into the F-35 and look up at the canopy as the pilot quickly scaled the ladder. He handed you his helmet, and Jake watched as you grinned and put it on before sitting. From the distance and angle, he couldn’t see you well but clocked the guy’s grin and as he reached into the cockpit. He felt a spike of irritation and shoved his clenched fists into his pockets before remembering he was in uniform. Smoothing down his khakis, he forced himself to walk away.

Coyote was waiting by his Jeep when Jake reached the Sidewinder offices. With a nod, he got into the car and cranked the engine, blasting the air conditioning. Coyote glanced at his friend and smirked, “Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“No one,” he grumbled, snapping the door shut. “Joe’s sound good, or did you want to hit the food court?”

“Let’s get the hell off base. Gotta tell you about this damn kid.”

Your phone buzzed, alerting you to motion outside your front door before it chimed. Sighing, you dropped the dirty clothes you were sorting and reached into your pocket, pulling up the app to see Jake looking down at the camera. Stepping over the pile of clothes, you closed your bedroom door before letting him in. “Hey - didn’t realize you were coming over.”

“Just thought I’d stop by,” he shrugged. As soon as the door was closed, he backed you into it and braced his forearm over your head. Your hands rested on his chest as he kissed you slowly, the scent of his cologne - something smokey and spicy - washing over you. “Saw you on the flight line today.”

“Had the 60-day post-delivery meeting for the Lightnings,” you explained when his lips pressed against your throat. Jake smiled, slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to lightly stroke your back, pinky anchored into the waistband of your slacks.

“That means it’s been 60 days since we met?”

“Technically 58 - we had to schedule the meeting early.”

“Damn, only took 58 days to get you to fall for me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far - you’re still in your probationary period, Seresin,” you scoffed. “Your review is coming up, and I’m a little unclear if you’ve met the conditions of your contract.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifted so his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place. “Pretty sure I’ve been the ideal boyfriend - I’ve made you dinner a couple of times, followed your stupid sleepover rule, watched your shitty movies - ”

“You’re getting points docked for insulting my taste.”

“Made you cum six ways from Sunday.” You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he smirked.

Smiling sweetly, you cupped him, squeezing lightly when he pressed into your hand. His teeth dug into his lower lip when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “All requests for title changes will be reviewed and, if approved, authorized following the 30-day evaluation - i.e., changing ‘guy I’m seeing’ to ‘boyfriend.’” When he opened his mouth to reply, you laughed while ducking out from under his arm. “We may have met 58 days ago, but we’ve only been seeing each other for three weeks. Better be on your best behavior for another week, or we’ll terminate the contract.”

You made it three steps before Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. “We’ve spent the last three weekends together and talk every day. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“I don’t remember having that conversation.”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want casual.” After brushing his lips to your neck, he rested his temple against yours and closed his eyes, swaying slightly. A contented sigh escaped as you let yourself relax against him.

“You are definitely not who I thought you were, Jake.”

“Took you 58 days to realize that, darlin’?” he teased, a hint of an accent coloring his words.

“My sweet, sexy Southern guy I’m seeing.”

“Boyfriend.”

“You’re really angling for that promotion.”

“Put in my time and earned it on merit.” Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh while turning in his arms. He took your left hand, pulling it behind your back and holding you close. Your right hand lifted to tap the ribbon bar pinned to his chest, just under his golden wings.

“There’s no ribbon or promotion ceremony for that, you know.”

“You sure?” he asked, glancing down at his service ribbons. “Could start another row just for you.” Laughing, you stood on your toes to kiss him.

“You staying for dinner? I was just going to get something delivered and catch up on chores since someone has been keeping me busy over the weekends, and I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

“Let’s go out - grab a couple of drinks and a burger at the bar. Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I saw you on Sunday, it’s only Wednesday.”

“Exactly.” Chuckling, you slipped out of his arms, his fingers tightening around yours before releasing, and walked towards your room to swap your slacks for jeans.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, following you to lean against your bedroom doorframe. Turning, you felt a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him, a softly teasing smirk playing on his lips, and a hint of mischief in his green eyes.

“Not even a little,” you lied.

His answering laugh let you know he didn’t believe you.

“That’s disgusting,” Jake grimaced, pulling a face as he handed you back your beer. You rolled your eyes, reaching over to wipe a bit of the watermelon gose foam from his upper lip.

“It’s better than your IPA.” Shaking his head, he took a swig to wash away the taste before looking around the bar. You’d had low hopes for the beer selection when you’d walked inside what was clearly a pilot hangout but had been pleasantly surprised that they carried a local brewery on tap.

“Wanna grab a seat or play some pool? There’s an open table.”

“Let’s play.” Grinning, he took your hand and led you to the back of the bar, where three tables were lined up. After placing his beer on the table rail, Jake grabbed two cues from the wall as you retrieved the balls from the pockets.

“We playing for fun, or do you want to make it interesting?” he asked, grabbing the triangle and racking the balls.

“We’re not playing strip pool in public.” His laugh drew the attention of the table next to you, and he walked towards you. When he reached to slip his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, you shifted so your ass was pressed against the table. As much as you enjoyed Jake’s hands on you, there were too many people around that you might have to work with one day. Better to keep the PDA to a reasonable level.

“Not what I was gonna suggest, but I like where your mind went,” he said, placing his hands on the table beside your hips. Cocking his head, his gaze drifted from your face to the hint of cleavage your blouse allowed.

“My eyes are up here, Lieutenant. What do you want to bet?” Taking his lower lip between his teeth, Jake shook his head.

“I wanna wake up with my girlfriend during the week.”

“You are really hung up on that, aren’t you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What can I say? I think your snores are cute.”

“I do not snore!”

“You do,” he countered, leaning close enough to whisper in your ear. “Make these hot little moans when you’re sleeping, too. Makes me want to roll you onto your back and slide into that sweet - ”

“Jacob Michael!” you hissed, face flushed.

“Damn. First and middle name,” someone said. You glanced over Jake’s shoulder as his head fell to the crook of your neck, groaning softly. A guy in a flight suit stood there, grinning. “What’d you do to piss her off, Hangman?”

“Fuck off, Coyote.” Jake shifted to sit on the table beside you, hunched over and rubbing his brow.

“Javy Machado,” the man said, extending a hand. “But everyone calls me Coyote. You must be the woman this asshole can’t stop talking about.” Laughing, you introduced yourself while shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Jake said you two went to the Academy together?”

“We did. Got stuck with him during our plebe summer.”

“Oh. So you know all the embarrassing college stories.”

“He tell you about the time he lost a uniform race and almost broke his nose running into the wall during an Around the World?”

“I didn’t understand what you said, but tell me more,” you grinned.

“Did you need something?” Jake asked, glaring at his friend.

“Basically, our detailer - ”

“We’re trying to play a game. See you later, Coyote.” Standing, Jake turned his friend around and playfully shoved him between his shoulders.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called after him. “And don’t worry - we’ll talk.”

“I’ll see you around. And don’t let him hustle you at pool.” Jake sighed when he turned to see you sipping your beer, eyes sparkling over the rim of the glass.

“Ignore everything he says.”

“Absolutely not. He is definitely coming over for dinner one night so I can hear all about baby Seresin. And it’s good to know that you hustle pool.”

“I don’t hustle, darlin’ - I’m just good.”

“Is that right? Then why, exactly, should I even bother betting against you?”

“I’ll give you a two-ball handicap.”

“Four.”

“Two.”

“Three, and I get to move the white ball every other turn.”

“Two ball handicap and you can move the cue ball twice.”

“Fine, but we’re doing best two out of three.”

“Alright. What do you want if you win?”

“I want…” you tapped your upper lip and laughed when Jake moved your hand to kiss you.

“Didn’t need to bet to get me to kiss you, darlin’.” Playfully, you shoved him away and stood.

“I want one no questions asked favor that I can call in whenever I need.” After a moment, he nodded.

When you failed to break the rack during your first shot, Jake grinned as you hung your head and groaned. His shot sank a striped ball, and he hit another one before missing. After nudging two of your solids into a pocket, you took a shot that bounced off the railing. He winked while lining up his shot, not even looking as he hit the cue ball, knocking in two of his stripes.

The first game was over quickly, and he grinned against your pouting lips before drinking half of his beer. “Should we stop at the store and get some of your flavored coffee shit for my place?” he teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like my flavored creamer and syrups, Mr. Honey Lavender Latte.”

“That’s Lieutenant Honey Lavender Latte,” he smirked, tugging a strand of your hair. “Want me to help?”

“Fine,” you huffed. Jake reracked the balls and stood at the end of the table as you broke, enjoying the peek down your shirt as you bent over the table. After hitting a solid in and purposely missing his second shot, he watched as you circled the table to pick your angle while sipping your beer. When you stopped in front of him and dropped the cue ball back onto the table, he helped position your hand into a closed bridge and pointed to where you should aim. Placing his hand on your wrist, he stepped behind you so your ass pressed against his crotch when you leaned over the table.

“During the stroke, give it the right amount of thrust,” he said, stacking his hand behind yours on the pool stick. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you shifted your weight and watched him bite his lip. “Behave.” When the ball sank into the pocket, you stood and grinned, quickly pecking his lips before lining up the next shot, waiting expectantly for him to help.

You took the opportunity to tease him at every turn.

When you knocked the eight ball in and won the round, Jake couldn’t help but grin when you threw up your hands in celebration, shoulders shaking as you wiggled your hips in a victory dance. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you back into his chest to press a kiss to your neck. Your excitement was adorable, even though he was turned on and frustrated as hell. One more round, a stop by your apartment, and then straight into his bed for some teasing of your own. And he wouldn’t have to walk you to your damn rental car and wait for a text to say you were home safely.

“Wanna grab dinner before the tie-breaker?” you asked.

“If you wanna prolong the inevitable.” Narrowing your eyes, you stuck out your tongue and danced out of the way when he moved to smack your ass.

“Go get us a table. I’m going to use the restroom.” With a quick kiss, you made your way through the crowd in the direction he’d pointed while Jake grabbed your empty glasses and returned them to the bar. He clapped Coyote on the back when he saw his friend waiting to close out his tab.

“She seems nice,” Coyote said.

“I really like her, Javy.” Jake felt his scrutinizing gaze and shook his head, meeting his friend’s eyes. “She is…”

“Not your normal type?” Hanging his head, Jake chuckled. He’d been purposely avoiding eye contact with a couple of women he’d hooked up with all night. “Just don’t fall for the whole ‘something’s missing’ thing this time, alright?” Javy smirked, holding up his left hand and wiggling his fingers.

“Never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who got married because their girlfriend of three months posted on Facebook that their ring finger was empty.” Jake grimaced, pushing away the memory of proposing to his ex-wife while drunk on Bourbon Street after she’d been pouting all night that all of her friends were getting married and having babies. The next day, he’d opened his first credit card to replace the straw wrapper ring with one she picked out on base at the NEX and bought his matching wedding band.

His ring was now on the bottom of the Pacific. He’d tossed it off the carrier after signing the divorce papers.

“You know who that is?” Javy asked, nodding to where you were chatting with some guy in a flight suit. Jake shook his head, watching as you smiled, and waved a hand across your eyes before drawing a circle in the air. Your brows furrowed as the guy said something, and then you laughed and shook your head. Jake moved when the guy grinned and cupped your cheek, turning your head left and right.

He recognized the guy. It was that pilot from earlier.

“Shit,” Javy muttered, watching as you took a step back and nodded.

“There you are,” Jake said, dropping his arm across your shoulders and kissing the side of your head. “Ready to grab a table?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Jake, this is - ”

“Hangman.”

“Rebound,” he replied, shaking Jake’s extended hand.

“You’re with the Rough Raiders?” he asked, nodding at the other man’s patch.

“Yeah. You?”

“Vigilantes.”

“Lieutenant Karrow was nice enough to let me see what the 360 camera array on the Lightning looks like from inside his helmet,” you said, trying to diffuse the tension between the two men.

“All that tech must be nice. Sounds like the 35 pretty much flies itself,” Jake said. Rebound smirked.

“Vigilantes are still in the 18s, right? I used to fly one, but the 35s are great. I love the 10K higher ceiling and better maneuverability. Plus, the whole being able to fire on an enemy behind you with all that tech.”

“If you’re lucky enough for them not to get tone on you by that point.”

“When you’re in a stealth craft, it doesn’t happen very often.”

“Right. All that tech makes the pilot's job easier,” Jake smirked. Rebound scowled, and your smile was fixed as you looked up at him.

“Actually, Hangman,” you said, emphasizing his call sign. “Have you heard that the dogfighting rating is better for the 35 than the 18? The stealth capabilities help, but once the missile bays open, the radar-absorbent skin is slightly impacted, so the pilots have to have combat skills. I’m sure you agree that the Navy wouldn’t send just anyone up in the air with an aircraft that costs $80 million a pop. Our infrared tech definitely helps since it can pick up on aircraft not showing up on radar by finding those heat signatures. Oh, and the ‘hive mind’ communication ability to share data between the 35s in the air - totally helpful when engaging the enemy. Not to mention the whole helmet capabilities. Our engineers, ugh, they did so well with that,” you said, shrugging off Jake’s arm and smiling at Rebound. “I don’t know about you, Karrow, but I really think the ability to just look at a target and engage is a hell of a lot better than having to reposition your jet to get your nose on target to even have a chance of getting a hit has its advantages in a dogfight.”

“Definitely,” Rebound grinned. Jake’s jaw clenched as you crossed your arms.

“That’s not even considering that we’re implementing a $15 billion upgrade with the Block 4 F-35s. We’re increasing power and data storage by a factor of 25 while incorporating 17 new weapons systems. And improving fuel efficiency by 25%. And while that’s pretty fucking phenomenal, unfortunately, we didn’t get the bid for the sixth-gen F/A-XX that the Navy ordered to replace the Super Hornet since those are actually deteriorating faster than the Hornets did, and production is ending in 2025. So you’ll probably have to get used to flying with more tech at some point in your career, Hangman.”

Jake didn’t like the thinly veiled anger or forced smile on your face. “You never know, darlin’. Hopefully, I’ll still be in the cockpit when those get off the production line.”

“Hopefully.” Your voice was clipped as you turned your attention to Karrow, who raised an eyebrow. “Thanks again for this afternoon, I really appreciate it. Have a goodnight, Jackson.”

“You too. And, uh, you know where to find me if you ever want to get another up-close look at the 35.” Karrow’s eyes darted over to Jake, whose jaw ticked. You smiled at Jake with a nod before turning on your heel and walking out of the bar.

He hesitated a beat before nodding at Karrow. His eyes darted to where Coyote stood at the bar and tilted his head. Coyote lifted his chin, pinning his gaze on Rebound, who smirked at Jake’s back before returning to his group of friends.

Outside, you looked down at your phone, comparing the pick-up time for two rideshare apps through bleary eyes and trying not to blink. If you didn’t blink, the tears building in your eyes wouldn’t fall, and you wouldn’t be crying.

“Darlin’?”

“Go away.”

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Go away, Jake. Please.” You refused to look at him as he stood beside you.

“Don’t get a car. Lemme drive you home.” When you didn’t say anything, he sighed. “Sweetheart.”

“Fine.” Locking your phone, you slipped it into your back pocket and made your way across the parking lot to his truck. Your hand rested on the handle as he unlocked it, not even giving him the opportunity to open your door. As soon as he cranked the engine, you reached over to turn up the music to a volume that discouraged conversation; his 2000s country music flooded the cab. When he reached over to place his hand on your leg, you turned away from him and stared out the window. His hand flexed on the shifter.

Even though you almost jumped out of the truck when he parked outside your apartment, mumbling goodnight, Jake followed you upstairs. The tight grip you had on your tears was faltering as you unlocked the door, and he pushed inside behind you. “Can you leave, please?” you said softly.

“Talk to me, darlin’. Tell me what I did wrong.” Your back was turned to him, and your head dropped, hands lifting to cover your face. Your sharp inhale echoed in the quiet apartment, and his feet were moving before his brain caught up. His arms wrapped around your waist as he cradled you to his chest, pressing kisses to your shoulders as you trembled. When your first sob burst free, he turned you, cradling your head and gently rocking, pressing kisses into your hair.

“I f-fuckin’ h-hate my j-job,” you gasped into his chest. Jake frowned, humming rather than responding as your grip on the back of his shirt tightened. His hands slid down your body, one landing on your ass while the other encouraged your leg over his hip. Crouching, he lifted you off your feet, legs wrapping around his waist, and walked into your bedroom, gently depositing you on your bed. After kicking off his shoes and taking off his khaki shirt, he knelt in front of you and took off your shoes, tossing them towards your closet. As you moved towards the pillows, you wiggled off your jeans, dropped them over the side of the bed, and shrugged off your bra under your shirt. He grabbed them both and put them in the laundry basket before taking off his pants and joining you under the covers.

“Gonna tell me what’s going on?” he asked, gently wiping away your tears.

“‘M sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Our night was ruined because of that… because he….”

“Night wasn’t ruined.”

“I’m actually pretty good at pool.”

“What?” he frowned at the change in topic.

“I-I played a lot growing up. At the base youth centers after school, and my grandparents bought me this game table when we came back stateside. It had pool and air hockey, and ping pong. My grandpa was really good at pool, and we’d play every time he visited.” Chuckling, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You telling me that you were hustlin’ me tonight?”

“A little.”

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” Biting your lower lip, you ran your knuckle along his jaw, his stubble rasping against your skin. He gently took your wrist and kissed your palm when you reached his chin. When you met his gaze, his green eyes were soft and filled with concern. Closing your eyes, you moved closer and tucked your head under his chin. Jake sighed, holding you tightly as your legs tangled. “At the risk of sounding like a jealous boyfriend, he shouldn’t have touched you.” He felt you tense, but you didn’t say anything.

Jake felt your breathing even and was almost asleep himself when he heard you murmur, “I don’t hate the 18.” A smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

“Glad to hear that, darlin’. You’re a damn good saleswoman - almost had me wanting to drop that $80 million, even though it’s more expensive than what you told me the first time we met.”

“‘S the engine that adds the $5 million,” you yawned. “But you’d get the discount.”

“Only took 58 days to earn that.”

When you woke in the middle of the night and slipped out of bed, Jake grabbed his phone to check the time. There was a text from Coyote asking if everything was okay, and he quickly typed back a message saying they’d talk. When you came back into the bedroom with a glass of water, he waited for you to say he needed to leave.

Instead, you set your glass on the nightstand and took off your shirt, slipping back between the covers with your back to him. He locked his phone and dropped it back onto the nightstand before shedding his own shirt. Curling around you, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and smiled when you pressed back against him.

His alarm went off before yours. Groaning, you pulled the pillow over your head as he turned it off. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and tugged you across the bed, leaving your pillow behind as you grumbled. “Morning, grumpy,” Jake’s sleep-rasped voice teased as he rolled you onto your back. He kissed you softly, brushing the hair from your face before lightly tapping your cheek. “Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.”

“Go away, you evil morning person.” Laughing lowly, he pushed back the covers and lowered his head to kiss the curve of your breast before sucking on your nipple. You inhaled sharply, pressing against his mouth as your hand buried in his hair.

“Play hooky with me,” he mumbled against your skin. When you shook your head, he lightly bit your breast before trailing kisses up your chest and throat, stopping when his lips hovered over yours. “I’ll go to sick call. You call in sick. We can spend all day relaxing.” When his thumb traced your cheek, you forced your eyes open. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and his hair was flat on one side and spiked where your hands had run through it. It was his sleepy eyes that did you in, though.

“Fine,” you whispered and smiled against his mouth when he kissed you. After a few minutes spent trading lazy kisses, he pulled himself out of bed and dressed. Before he left, he ensured you texted your boss and promised to return in a few hours.

True to his word, he was back by 9:00AM and quickly changed out of his uniform into a pair of Navy sweats and a t-shirt while you made him a honey lavender latte that he loved to hate.

Slowly, over the course of the morning, he got you to talk. You reluctantly told him why you were so mad yesterday - as much as Karrow touching you had pissed you off, you still had to work with him, and Jake’s posturing could make it awkward. He apologized and had to rein in his anger when you avoided his eyes when he asked if people touched you at work like that. When you tried to say it wasn’t a big deal, that it was the comments and looks that were worse, he saw red.

“Darlin’... you know that’s sexual harassment.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. When he asked why, brushing away your tears, you shook your head. “‘Cause then I have to do something about it.”

With your face buried in his chest, you told him about leaving Florida after an awkward breakup. Your ex had moved into your apartment slowly, spending more and more nights at your place even though you’d told him you didn’t want to live together. When his lease was up, he’d expected you to add him to yours and had even told his roommate that he was moving out before talking to you about it. He’d told a mutual friend he was planning to propose, and you quickly ended it. When the opportunity to come to California came up, you jumped at it.

Jake reluctantly talked about his past. He said he was lonely at his first base and had trouble finding his footing in his new squadron. He was throwing himself into work and needing to prove that he’d earned his career as an aviator, so he made some stupid decision. Another new aviator, Bradshaw, had called him Hangman after an exercise, and the callsign had stuck. He hated it. He hated that he would always be reminded of the arrogant twenty-year-old kid he’d been. So it was easier to lose himself in a relationship that wasn’t good. He’d loved his ex-wife, and loved the stability their marriage gave him, but knew that she was cheating on him when he deployed. When he got orders to California, she stayed for three months before returning to New Orleans. She’d had some health problems, so they stayed married so she could stay on his health insurance. They’d only divorced because she’d wanted to remarry.

Later, your linked fingers were pinned over your head, Jake’s weight holding you down as he slowly rolled his hips. No matter how much you begged him to go faster, harder, he kept to the slow rhythm, straining to hold still when you both got too close to the edge. He savored the way you gasped his name against his lips. He let go of one of your hands to wipe a strand of sweaty hair from your face and smiled at your glazed expression when your eyes met his. “Please,” you whined. He caught your hand as it drifted between you and shook his head. After he kissed your palm, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close, biting his lower lip. “Please, Jake.”

Unable to deny you anything, his fingers drew slow circles around your clit. He crushed his lips to yours, forcing you to swallow the three small words that almost slipped out as you clenched around him.

A week later, Jake sat in his office, staring at his sister’s post celebrating his parent’s wedding anniversary. She’d used their last family picture - his graduation from the Academy.

He hated that picture. Hated thinking about that fucking day. Hated that his first salute as an ensign had gone to a man who encouraged him to keep up the Navy tradition of having a girl in every port as his mother stood beside him, a smile hiding her hurt. It wasn’t a secret that his father had done exactly that during his naval service.

The phone buzzed, and his eyes flitted up to see a text. What’s your email?

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he quickly typed out his personal email address and sent it back to you. Two minutes later, a new message appeared in his inbox with an attached document.

30-Day Contract Review Results

Upon review of the initial “Dating” contract between the two parties identified below, it is determined that all clauses and conditions have been met. It is recommended that parties continue with the contract, entering an exclusive and monogamous relationship. Parties agree that the initial “date” is identified as the night of the contract writer’s unfortunate car accident, which will be acknowledged with annual anniversary.

Recommend the following updates to the contract:

Strike ‘person I’m seeing’ and replace with boyfriend/girlfriend as appropriate

Strike zero-tolerance weeknight sleepover policy and authorize two weeknight stays

Writer will not be required to assist with remaking hospital corners when staying at the contracting partner’s house

Contracting partner will acknowledge that writer does not snore

Writer will purchase supplies for honey lavender lattes for both households

Contracting partner will not disparage the writer’s film preferences

Parties will agree to an annual review of the contract, with ad hoc meetings to discuss clauses and conditions as they arise

The signatures below serve as an agreement to identified contract recommendations. The next review will occur on the acknowledged annual anniversary.

Your signature was already on the bottom of the document, and there was a signature line for him.

Laughing, Jake pulled up your phone number and called you.

“Yes?” He could hear the smile in your voice.

“Are you open to negotiating the number of authorized weeknight stays? Cause I’m thinking four is a better number.”

“At that point, we would only have one night away from each other when taking weekends into consideration.”

“I’m fine with that. Three nights at your place, three at mine.”

“That’s a lot of overnight bag packing.”

“Only for 44 weeks. The next round of negotiations is going to include moving in together.”

“You’re pretty confident that we’re gonna reach annual negotiations.”

“Darlin’, I have a feeling we’re gonna be doing this for a long time.” Jake heard your breath catch. After a moment, you cleared your throat.

“I’ll agree to three weeknights, Lieutenent Seresin. Final offer.”

“Make the edit, and I’ll sign it when I see you tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll see you tonight, Lieutenant.”

“See you tonight,” he grinned as the call disconnected, already planning on running back to his place to pack an overnight bag.

But when he got to his house, your car was idling on the side of the road. He parked the truck in the garage, making sure to leave enough space for your vehicle. When you pulled into the driveway, he motioned you forward until you were parked beside him. “You’re ruining my plan to scandalize the neighbors,” you huffed when he opened the car door.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities for that,” he chuckled, taking the plastic bag you held out. Inside was an assortment of coffee stuff.

“First thing first, Seresin. Grab a pen.”

“Can’t kiss my girlfriend first?”

“No title changes are approved until you’ve signed.” Sighing, he grabbed the pen from his flight suit pocket and clicked it.

As soon as both copies of the contract - you’d insisted that you each need a copy - were signed, Jake shoved your slacks down your legs and pressed your cheek to the kitchen counter as he showed you exactly how much he loved being your boyfriend.

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Author's Note: This chapter covers a lot. Thanks for the patience when it came to writing it - between the themes, researching the F-35, and recovering from having guests, I've been exhausted. Hopefully the banter made up for the angst, and you liked seeing a bit more of each of their background. Kinda funny, but my brother in law proposed to his first wife for that same reason Jake did - a Facebook post of an empty hand.

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{The Final Straw (18+)}

Adam x GN!Reader

Summary: You just can't take it anymore. You've held it together for as long as you could, but the call of your inner child beckons like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer after a shower. (The first time you regress in front of your boyfriend, Adam. AU where Adam survives the battle against the sinners and the rules are changed to allow sinners to be redeemed.)

[warnings: daddy dom dynamic, fingering, bath sex, oral sex, overstimulation, Adam being Adam]

Your body felt like lead as you dragged yourself home. Today was just not your day. Being an ambassador for all the newly reformed sinners was no easy task, especially with the former exorcists on your ass about it all. Adam, at the very least, had learned his lesson after losing the battle against Charlie and her friends.

You didn't sleep at all last night, and when you did finally manage to fall unconscious, your alarm began to blare in your ears and you had to drag yourself out the door. On your way to work, someone bumped into you and made you spill your coffee all over yourself. When you finally sat down at your desk, your head began to throb, and did so the entire day.

Shutting the door to your apartment, you don't even bother locking it as you kick your shoes off and toss your keys aside. Rubbing your temples, you head straight to the medicine cabinet and take some painkillers, downing a glass of water along with them. All you wanted to do was sit down with some comfort food and watch your favorite show.

As you open the fridge, you hear the front door open and shut, followed by Adam's obnoxious voice cutting through the sweet silence of your home.

"Hey babe, you home? The door was open so I just let myself in."

You turn, sighing, and call out to him.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen."

Adam, bless his heart, was still learning how to respect your boundaries and generally be less of a douche. He follows your voice and finds you leaning on the counter, disheveled with a sour look on your face.

"Damn, who shat in your Cheerios?" He chuckles upon seeing your face, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You groan, leaning into his shoulder.

"Today was complete ass. I just wanna lie on the couch and do nothing for the rest of the day."

"Now you're speakin' my language! Make up some grub and I'll fire up the boob tube." Adam turns and heads to the living room, vaulting over the couch and landing on it smoothly. You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless.

After fixing yourself your favorite meal and grabbing a drink from the fridge, you sigh contentedly, so glad to be home and finally able to relax. Unfortunately, the day doesn't seem to be done with you just yet, and as you turn to step into the living room, you slip.

The breath leaves your lungs as time slows, and you watch helplessly as the plate of food slips through your fingers while you fall backwards. You shut your eyes, arms reflexively shooting behind you to catch yourself.

CRASH!

You land flat on your bottom, covered in what was supposed to be your dinner. You look around helplessly at the mess, your heart dropping into your stomach. Adam comes rushing in, concerned and confused.

"What the fuck was that? Babe, are you- Oh shit." Adam stops as soon as he sees you, and cannot help but burst out laughing. "Haha! Ha! Oh my god, look at your face! Ahaha!!"

As he laughed at your misfortune, you feel the last bit of thread keeping you tethered snap.

That's it, that was the last straw.

As Adam continues to belt it out, all sense of adulthood drains from your body. Your lower lip quivers, and you slump over, head hanging low. As quiet sobs begin to wrack your body, Adam freezes.

The hell were you doing? Usually, whenever you were upset, you'd just yell and storm off. He was even expecting you to throw some of the food you had spilled at him. But this? This was... different. This wasn't like you.

"Uhh, babe?" He asked cautiously. "You okay?"

You didn't answer, just let out a loud wail, snot trailing down your lip. Adam jumps, eyes blown wide like someone had just tried to pull a knife on him.

"Woah, hey!! What's with the waterworks!?" He kneels down, brushing the food from your lap awkwardly. "S'not that big a deal, it's just food. You can always get more!" Adam tries to comfort you, but it's like you can't even hear him. You bring your hands to your face to cover your eyes with your balled up fists, shoulders heaving with heavy sobs.

"Aw, geeze." He's completely caught off guard, and has no clue how to handle a situation like this. He was never one for physical affection, but seeing you so upset stirs something within him. Something unfamiliar. Listening to his instincts, he reaches out towards you, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back.

"H-hey, it's alright. Look at me..." Adam tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, urging you to drop your guard. You allow your hands to fall away, and watch as he removes his mask to look at you face to face. It's the first time you've ever seen him so worried.

"I'm here, okay? No need for all that crying." His expression is soft for once, his blue eyes locked on your own. "Sorry for laughing at ya like that, guess I still got some stuff to learn."

You sniffle, and nod, accepting his apology. He offers you a small smile, and helps you to stand. Your legs are wobbly, so you clutch onto his arm tight. Again, something quite out of character for yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you as you nuzzle into his shoulder, humming lowly, bringing your thumb to your mouth.

"Babe? Uh.. are you good?"

"Mmmn.." You shake your head, gazing up at him with sad eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head.

"You uh... You should get cleaned up. You're a giant mess." He says, chuckling lightly, brushing the hair from your face. Your eyes light up, and you speak your first word since breaking down.

"Bath?" You ask, tone hopeful.

"Uh, yeah... Say, did you hit your head when you fell?"

You pout, shaking your head. "No! 'M just small..."

Okay, you definitely hit your head. Why else would you be acting so strange? Adam decides that, as much as this weirded him out, he should probably care for you while you're all loopy. After all, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he just left you after you'd hurt yourself?

With his mind made up, he takes your hand and leads you down the hall to your bathroom, you waddling behind him.

As he flicks on the light and removes his helmet, you stand against the wall, waiting patiently while he draws a bath. Thumb still in your mouth, you rock back and forth on your heels, watching him intently as he tests the water to make sure it's not too hot. In the very back of your mind, your regular self is panicked, trying their best to figure out how in the world you're going to explain all this.

Your child self cares not, though. They simply suck on your finger, humming contentedly as they eye the bubble bath sitting next to the faucet. Their, or rather, your eyes sparkle. Adam notices the look on your face, and sees what you're admiring. He chuckles, and picks up the bottle.

"You want a bubble bath? Sure thing, babe. I gotcha." He flips the cap and pours more than a generous amount into the tub, and you wiggle excitedly as you watch the bubbles begin to froth. Adam can't help but smile at you.

"You need some help getting outta those clothes?"

Shyly, you nod, face heating up. You let Adam lift your shirt over your head, and you feel his eyes looking you up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. He kneels down and hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your bottoms, slowly sliding them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare. He hovers for a moment, resisting the urge to slide his tongue along your sex, and then stands.

"There you go, sweet cheeks. C'mon, let's get ya washed up." He takes your hand, and leads you to the tub, which is half full now and shimmering with bubbles. Putting his hand to your back, he steadies you as you step in, the hot water sending goosebumps across your skin. You shiver, and giggle, slowly lowering yourself into the tub. Adam's eyes wander over your body, admiring your backside and the dimpled skin.

As you settle down, and Adam tries to quell the rising tent in between his legs, he grabs a sponge and lathers it up with soap. He presses it to your skin, and begins to gently swipe over your shoulders, scrubbing at your back. Your muscles begin to relax, and you let out a relieved sigh. You bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the sensation.

"That feel good, baby? God, you're so cute." Adam coos, licking his teeth. You hum, swaying back and forth happily.

"Yes, daddy~"

Adam's heart stops, experiencing a visceral reaction. His hand squeezes the sponge so tight it nearly rips, he bites down on his lip so hard it starts to bleed, and his cock painfully twitches as blood rapidly pulses to it. His eyes blown wide, he growls.

"Fuck, baby, is that what this is? You need me to be your daddy?" He leans in close, his hot breath hitting your earlobe, causing you to tremble. "Well shit, darling. I can do that."

Adam sets the sponge down, and quickly removes his robe, sliding into the tub right behind you. He pulls you close to him, pressing his length against your back, and nibbles at your ear. You giggle and gasp, writhing against him.

"Hee hee, daddy! That feels funny!" You squeal as his tongue darts out to lick at the spot where his teeth just were. He smiles wickedly, wrapping his arms around your middle and massaging your soft skin in his soapy fingers.

"Funny good, sweetie?" He asks, voice husky. You nod, wriggling against him, brushing up against his cock and eliciting a small groan from him.

One of his hands dip down between your thighs, fingers grazing over your most sensitive area, making you chirp and lean into his touch.

"D-daddy~!" You whine. Adam chuckles, and begins stroking you with the pads of his fingers.

"What? Daddy's just making sure you're all clean down there." He teases, rolling you around and playing you like his guitar. His fingers were skilled and strong, making you come undone far too quickly. You lean back, laying your head across his shoulder, granting him access to your neck.

He bites down, and you cry out, the pleasure and pain melding together so deliciously it makes your heart race. He ruts up against you, huffing and grunting while he runs his tongue over your reddening skin.

You lose yourselves in each other, forgetting about the rising water and the prospect of getting clean. All that matters is that you're in daddy's arms, and he's making you feel so, so good. You grind up into his touch as he rubs you just right, the pressure steadily building further and further.

"D-daddyyy...."

Adam's other hand comes up to wrap around your neck, gripping just enough to make you feel dizzy.

"Who's Daddy's good little angel? Hm?" His breath is hot and labored as his hips thrust in time with his assault on your sex.

"Mm... me..?" You mumble, head foggy and mind racing.

"That's right, sweetheart. It's you!" He praises you, pressing his lips to your cheek. "Fuck, you're so, so precious."

Adam's hands leave you, and for a moment you're disappointed, until you realize that he's lifting you up by your thighs and positioning you over his throbbing cock. You look down, unable to see anything through the bubbles, but feel the tip prodding at your entrance.

"You want daddy's dick? Want daddy to pound that sweet little hole of yours?" His voice is low, gravely, and hungry. You quiver, and beg him.

"Y-yes, daddy, please!"

That's all he needs to hear as he practically drops you onto him, filling you instantly and making you choke. He bottoms out, your insides squeezing him, pulse racing. Your vision goes blurry.

"Fuck, baby, fuuuuuck!" He hisses, one hand gripping your hip and the other snaking back around to toy with your most sensitive spot. "Goddamnit, you're so fuckin' tight! Oh, fuck yeah!"

The water spills over the edge of the tub as Adam bounces you up and down, snapping his hips up and rolling you onto his length. You squeal as he squeezes and rubs your sex, pressure building rapidly once again and threatening to overtake you. He groans, gasping into your ear, licking a stripe up your neck. The water is so warm, and Adam's touch is so heated, you begin to sweat.

"This what you needed, baby? Needed daddy to take over and make you feel good?" He whispers. All you're able to do is let out a wobbly noise of approval, a gentle sob caught in your throat. Your climax mounts, and you desperately pat at his arm to signal to him that.

"Oh, is baby close? Gonna cum all over daddy's dick? That sure was quick!" Adam huffs, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "Fuck, cum for daddy, baby. Cum for me."

Your body convulses and you scream, muscles spasming and squeezing Adam's cock. Your toes curl, stars exploding behind your eyes as white hot pleasure rips through your entire body.

"DADDY~!"

The water overflows, spilling everywhere onto the floor. Neither of you seem to notice as Adam fucks you through your orgasm, your name spilling out over his lips over and over like a prayer.

"Oh fuck, baby, baby, babyyy... So good... You feel so good on daddy's cock~" His voice nearly cracks, not giving you a moment to rest, chasing his own climax desperately. You squeal and writhe, becoming overstimulated and nearly sobbing as Adam continues to pound into you.

"Duh... Daddy! Too much! S'too much!" Your voice comes out a slur, tongue lolling out, your body not knowing how to process it all.

"Aw, too much darlin'? Alright, let daddy fix it." He stands, lifting you up with him, and removes you from his dick. It pops out, bouncing, wet with your slick and hard as a rock. He turns the water off, and places you on the counter, leaning over you and pumping himself in his hand. Using his free hand, he lifts your knee up and lines himself back up with your trembling hole. You bite your lip.

"Just relax, sweet pea. Daddy will be gentle." He pushes himself forward, the head slipping into you easily. You gasp, the intrusion making your hair stand on end. Carefully, Adam rocks his hips back and forth, letting out a deep, gutteral moan.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah, baby..." He leans over you, his arms on either side of you, encasing you, trapping you underneath him. With each thrust, he pushes a little deeper, grunts a little harder. Drool starts to pool in his mouth and spills out, dripping down onto your chest.

As he gazes down at you, unable to control himself, he lifts his hand and grabs you by the jaw, squeezing it until your mouth opens wide enough for him to stick his tongue inside. You accept, allowing him to press his lips to yours while his hot tongue dances with your own. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you whine, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, tasting you and savoring you.

The sound of wet, sloppy kissing fills the room, along with the 'plap plap plap' of Adam's balls smacking against your ass with his measured thrusts. He reaches that sweet spot deep inside of you that has your vision turning white, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, squirming and humming, feeling a second orgasm building in your gut.

Adam pulls away, his brow furrowed with sweat dripping from it, a smug grin on his face. "You gonna cum again, sweet baby? Let daddy feel you squeeze his cock real good."

His words push you over the edge easily, and you come undone underneath him, squirting all over his soft tummy and yelling out for him.

"D-daddy! Daddy!!"

"Oh fuck, just like that baby, yeah! God, you're so fucking cute. Daddy's gonna cum. Gonna cum deep inside ya'. You want daddy's cum, precious?" His voice is deep, sending a chill through you.

"Yes, daddy, yes!! Fill me up with your cum!"

With one, two, three more harsh thrusts, Adam cries out, spilling his seed into you, pumping rope after rope of the sticky fluid all over your insides. He gasps and pants and shivers, riding out his high as long as he can, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a sloppy kiss to you.

Finally, he slows, and leans back, admiring his work as he catches his breath. Your belly is slightly bloated, his cock acting as a plug to keep it all inside you. He presses his palm to it, causing you to groan and wiggle, feeling far too full.

"Nnng... daddy's cum.. so full..."

Adam shushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

"You did such a good job, baby. Daddy's so proud of you." He smiles, his shoulders still heaving. His cock grows soft, and his sparkling cum starts to leak out. Quickly, he pulls himself out, and kneels down to catch it all on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good baby." His gentle praises excite you as he dips his tongue into your spent hole, scooping out the still hot spunk and swallowing it down greedily. You gasp, watching him do something so lewd makes your heart race.

He finishes up, and trails his tongue back up to your quivering sex, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking gently. Yelping in surprise, you bite down on your lip, groaning in satisfaction.

"Ah, daddy, yes-!"

Your legs wrap themselves around his head as he pleasures you, thrumming his tongue against your aching groin. Nothing in this world felt sweeter than Adam's lithe tongue dancing over your most sensitive area. The coil inside you begins winding tighter and tighter, your release rushing up on you faster than you expect.

"Daddy, w-wait, I-!" The coil snaps, and a nearly inhuman screech leaves your hoarse throat as his tongue assaults you. Wave after wave of dizzying pleasure courses through you, and you arch your back into his mouth, squirting once again.

Adam drinks it up happily, slowing his movements and letting you come down gently. Your mind goes completely blank, all that consumes your thoughts is him as you gasp for air.

As he pulls away, he brings you to his chest, cradling you and cooing into your ear.

"Shh, good job, my little angel. You made daddy feel so good. I love you so much."

As you come back down to earth, Adam lifts you and rocks you back and forth in his arms. Using his magic, he cleans up the huge mess in an instant, and places you carefully back into the warm tub. He begins to wash you gently, brushing the hair from your face. You hum, leaning back and allowing him to clean you, fully satisfied and eyelids heavy.

As he scrubs you, you feel yourself begin to nod off. Adam notices, and finishes up quickly, rinsing you and lifting you up and out into a warm towel.

He carries your dozing form to the bedroom, where he slips the two of you underneath the covers and snuggles you close. You sigh, and give him a soft kiss on the nose.

"Thank you, daddy..."

"Anything for my little rock star."

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #🎸#cg/l #proship #pro kink #age regression #caregiver f/o #daddy k!nk #nsft #hazbin hotel #profic #proselfship

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decaf-mother · 11 months ago

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"That's Not Mistletoe"

MDNI

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Very Vague Angst, Pure Fluff, Cheesy As Fuck

Christmas time rolls around only once a year and honestly- that seems like once too many these days.

Missions, missions and more missions... God, life is a real kick in the ass, huh?

Then there's the holidays where things continue to be chaos and you just- miss your family. Miss what it used to be like as a kid before everything went to shit. Oh well.

"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?"

You look up to spot the one and only Peter Maximoff, standing there with a bowl full of cereal munching on it with his hand- Seriously, has this guy never heard of a spoon?

Is he your best friend? Yes. Does that mean you also think he's a hype-speed disaster? Definitely.

"Just a little sick of listening to Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree for the umpteenth time."

"Oooo, someone's a bit grinchy."

"Yeah, well- it ain't exactly 'The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year' for me."

"Maaaybe, I can change that."

Oh, you know that look in those big beautiful brown eyes. Deceptively adorable but most definitely going to get into trouble.

Peter is both the smartest and dumbest person you know. He can be super intelligent and quick witted but also often doesn't think things through fully.

However, you can't resist that charming grin and flicker of mischief. Deciding to up whatever this is into a game- a challenge. Peter loves challenges.

"Alrighty then. Go ahead and play my Silver Santy Claus. Make my spirit bright and merry."

••

You just lay pathetically on your back in the snow with the flakes falling on your face, not bothering to move at all.

"That is not how you make a snow angel."

"My bones hurt, Peter. You're lucky. Your speedy ass is warm by nature."

His eyes meet yours and there's something in the moment, his cheeks and nose ever so slightly red, snowflakes glistening in his silver hair. It looks like he belongs in a winter wonderland- genuinely got a bit of a cute Jack Frost look goin' on right now.

'Fwip'

Before you could stare too long in a silver blur he's abruptly flopped down into the snow by your side, star-fishing against the ground to make a snow angel, his foot nudging your leg in the process.

"Ah, god... Personal space, Peter."

"Oops."

••

Highlight of the day so far? Peter unintentionally ice skating.

He rushes by you carrying the cold wind with him, which is very much not appreciated given you were already feeling like a total popsicle...

He made a major error though- the sidewalk was a bit icy in a spot and you watch him go flying across the ground, feet straight out from under the poor guy.

You watch as he ends up face down in a random pile of snow, luckily he doesn't seem to be too injured or anything... So, like any good friend you start laughing like hell.

"Holy shit, dude. You okay?"

"Yep... Just wounded my ego."

He simply brushes it right off and flashes a bright grin up at you, snow clinging all over his face, some flakes trapped in his eyelashes...

Oh shit- cute...

Little did you know- his whole chest swelled with warmth at your laughter. It was like the cold and busting his ass was entirely irrelevant when he saw your beaming smile. This is all he wanted...

••

Decorating your room with Quickie? What could go wrong!

You stare at the stupid amount of silver tinsel just- everywhere. Like. He put it everywhere.

Because of course he went ham with the silver theme.

"We need more colors, Peter."

His elbow nudges your side as he comes to a halt by you, shuffling his feet and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Are ya kidding? I think silver suits you almost as much as it does me."

Your eyes glance down to realize you also got wrapped in silver tinsel as well, an unamused expression gracing your face as you look back up at him.

It is funny but you aren't gonna give him that.

"More color, Peter."

"Alright, alright... I'll go get the other boxes."

••

Before you know it- you have gotten really into Christmas. It feels like you're a kid again, arranging the ornaments just so on the mini tree in the corner of your room. Everything else that happened to make you bitter towards the holiday fades towards the background.

Christmas is fun when you have someone to celebrate with.

"Look who's gettin' into the holiday spirit... Seems I really am Silver Santy Claus."

Your eyes roll dramatically as you turn to face a clearly overly-proud-of-himself Peter. You'd think he just saved a bus full of civilians with the twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, Santa."

"Wanna sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas-"

He was gonna crack a joke and tease you but had no idea where he was taking that and it also... Sounded a bit - well - yeah. An awkward pause follows and you can't stop yourself from laughing.

"Jesus, Peter. Stuff really just falls outta your mouth, huh?"

"The offer still stands."

Oh. Well now you're blushing. Not good.

He grins triumphantly rather than being embarrassed, instead just teasing the hell out of you anyway.

••

The colored light twinkle so vibrantly around your room, it truly feels like a fantasy land.

Your gaze lands on Peter who looks to be just as enamored by the Christmas lights, the colors reflecting across his hair and basking him in the vibrant glow, little flickers of blue, green, red and pink dotting in his big doe eyes.

He looks back at you after a moment and it seems he sees the exact same thing happening to you, colors dancing across your face in a mesmerizing fashion.

He points up at the ceiling to draw your attention there.

"Well, would ya look at that... It's tradition to kiss under it, right?"

"Peter... That's not mistletoe. That's a piece of a tree branch from the yard."

Not another word is uttered before your lips meet his anyway under the Christmas lights, Peter was never one to waste time after all. Fingers clutching onto his fluffy silver locks with his hands rested against your back to tug you impossibly close.

You taste the remnants of various sweets on his lips, warmth blooming through your veins as you two part after a moment.

"Does this count as your Christmas gift this year?"

"Shut up, Peter."

{This is so stupid but I wanted to write something for Christmas LOL}

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#peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x gn!reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff #vee's x-men works

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hypnocutie · 19 days ago

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Why do you always ask for people to tease you in your inbox if you're always gonna turn us down and be a dick? You do realize the only doms who would be willing to play with you are men right? No one's gonna want to do anything if you keep turning men down, so suck it up. You're probably gonna either ignore this or give an asshole response proving my point. You're a joke and I hope you realize no one actually wants a constantly needy sub like you.

Damn who pissed in your cheerios? I'm sorry that I'm a lesbian? Like, genuinely? I don't like men, I think I have a right to turn down men if I'm not into them. My pinned states I'm a lesbian yet men still send asks so ofc I'm gonna turn them down. I mean, yeah I struggle to get DMs and I haven't really made any play friends on here, but I don't think that means "no one wants to play with me" I just haven't gotten lucky and found someone yet, I'm sure one of these days I'll meet some new hypnokink friends on here. If anyone's being an asshole it's you...

#hypnocutie #pls send asks

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lolahauri · 2 months ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JUICY

Ship: Jeff The Killer/Nina The Killer

Type: F/M, Smut, AU, Sequel. (Can Be Read Standalone)

Contains: Married Couple AU, Chubby! SAHM! Nina, Masturbation, Sexual Frustration, PiV Sex, Nipple Sucking, Mating Press, Build Up But No Plot, Semi-OOC Jeff.

Words: 2.2k

Requested?: Yes. <3

Summary: Jeff's stress turns into a desperate need for sex with his pretty, thick, little housewife Nina. Part 1 Part 2.

"God, fuck!" Jeff slammed his palm against the steering wheel of his car, running his hands through his hair and letting out a long groan. It'd been another stressful day at work, which wasn't surprising, but that combined with his lack of sleep from Louie's midnight tantrums had left him feeling especially drained today.

He took a moment to gain his composure before starting the car and beginning his drive home in silence. He may have had a bad day, but he didn't want to make it worse by bringing all of that negative energy back home with him.

When he finally arrived home and walked in the door, he was immediately hit with an array of pleasant aromas. Nina must be making something special for dinner tonight. He took his shoes off and closed the door behind him before heading to the kitchen.

He was first greeted by his little girl Chrissy. She excitedly barreled towards him with a handful of drawings, ready to tell him all about her day at school. He smiled and picked her up, bringing her to the dining room table. There he saw Louie in his high-chair, making an absolute mess out of some yogurt and cheerios.

Jeff chuckled at the scene and went to go grab a damp towel, but he was caught off guard when he finally spotted his lovely wife. He couldn't help but notice how plump and curvy she was looking as she cooked. Her full tits were all but spilling out of her cropped tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric. No bra today it looks like. His face started to heat up as his eyes trailed further down. Her booty shorts were hugging her hips tightly, her small tummy and love handles being accentuated perfectly.

And damn, that ass of hers was jaw dropping. So thick it's a shock that her shorts weren't just tearing at the seams. His mind was going haywire at the moment, completely forgetting what he even got up to do. That is, until he heard a small bang come from the dining room, followed by Louie giggling up a storm. Yeah, he definitely just threw his bowl of yogurt on the ground.

Nina had jumped at the sound too, quickly turning around and being startled yet again at the sight of her husband.

She gasped, "Oh! Jesus, you scared me! When did you get home Honey?"

"Just a few minutes ago..." He cleared his throat, noticing the size difference between them as he peered down at her. She's so short. It's so cute. "Came in here to get a towel for Louie, he's making a real mess with his dinner."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level and planting a kiss on his lips. "Aw, thanks Jeffy. You're such a big help. You think you'll be eating at the table tonight? Or are you working overtime in your office again?"

His stomach dropped at her question. Fuck, with everything going on at the office today, and Nina's accidental distraction, he completely forgot he had to finish a presentation by midnight. Great, more work.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, shit, I do have a project due tonight." Her smile faltered for a moment, "But- it can wait till after dinner. Then I'll finish it as soon as I can, sound good?"

"Mhm!" She eagerly nodded her head. "Now," She pushed him away playfully, "go watch the kids for a minute, I gotta finish these potatoes and cut up the roast."

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Of course, will do."

When it was time to sit at the table and eat, Jeff once again couldn't help but get distracted by Nina. He wasn't usually so easy to fluster, but this past month they'd both been so stressed and busy that they hadn't been able to get intimate at all. And he was getting seriously pent up.

Every time she had to bend over the table to grab something, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat. All he wished was that it was the middle of the night already, when work was done and the kids were sleeping. That way he could have her all to himself for a moment.

"You alright, honey?"

He snapped out of his daydream at that, "Guess I was spacing out..."

"Yeah, fine... Just not looking forward to more work."

"Aww, I know honey. At least the weekend is coming up. One more day and then you're free!" She reached over the table and held his hand, looking up at him with so much love and care it made his heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah, you're right." He squeezed her hand back before pulling away to finish the food she made. Can time go by any slower?

Jeff groaned and put his head in his heads, rubbing the sides of his aching head. It was 9pm, but he still had at least another hour of work to do. Maybe even longer if his obnoxious coworkers kept bothering him with pointless emails and phone calls.

At this point all of his anger was turning into more sexual frustration. He hadn't been able to use his go-to method of stress relief in weeks, and tonight it was all he could think about. She was all he could think about.

He felt his cock throb in his pants at the thought of Nina. He wasn't sure how he was going to finish this presentation when all he could focus on right now was his painful erection. He palmed at himself, hoping for an ounce of relief.

"Fuuuck..." He leaned back in his chair and continued to stroke himself through his clothes. His cock twitched and throbbed as he thought of all the times he bent Nina over and fucked her on this very desk.

He remembered the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around him, milking him dry as he pounded into her against the cold wood. He started to unzip his pants, thinking about the way her plump ass bounced and jiggled with every spank or harsh thrust.

He hissed at the feeling of the cool air hitting his cock, taking it in his hand and stroking quickly. "Need her s'fucking bad..." he groaned under his breathe, beating his cock even faster, so desperate to get rid of this built up tension.

Jeff rushed to grab his phone and open his gallery, hoping he still had some old pics Nina sent him in his hidden folder. It's not quite what he wanted, but it'd have to do for now.

Midway through scrolling though, he was interrupted with yet another call to his desk phone. He slammed his cellphone down in anger and looked over to see the caller ID.

INCOMING CALL ... TIM WRIGHT ...

"Gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. Third fuckin' time tonight." He grumbled to himself as he reluctantly zipped his pants up and answered the call.

"Hello?" He couldn't help but sound irritated. "Yes, Tim, it'll be done tonight. Maybe I could get it finished quicker if you'd stop calling me every 30 minutes."

They bickered back and forth a few more times before Jeff had enough, telling Tim he had to get back to work and ending the call abruptly.

"God I hate that guy..." He said under his breathe. He let out a long sigh before looking at the time on his computer. 9:34. Still a decent amount of time left in the night. He figured if he pushed himself for just another hour, he'd be done early. Then he could finally join his pretty little wife in bed.

At around 10:51, he finally finished the project. He sent it to Tim as soon as possible, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders.

Jeff leaned back in his chair and stretched his stiff muscles before getting up. Finally, he can turn in for the night. But not before having some alone time with Nina.

When he opened the door, his eyes went right to Nina's relaxed form. She was lying in bed and scrolling through Instagram wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a skimpy pair of black panties. He wondered if she'd been anticipating him being in the mood tonight. Or maybe she was completely oblivious to how fucking sexy she looked right now.

The way she was dressed and posed left her ass perfectly on display. Almost like she was just inviting him in, begging for him to come have his way with her. He wouldn't doubt it. She's always been such a tease.

With Nina being too preoccupied with her doom-scrolling to notice he'd walked in, he took the opportunity to get undressed and lock the door.

After stripping down to his boxers, Jeff climbed into bed behind Nina. He grabbed onto her sides and pulled her back into his chest, earning a surprised yelp from her.

"Babe! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, sheesh!" She giggled and smacked his arm lightly, turning over to face him.

He laughed and pulled her up to be at eye level with him, latching his lips onto her neck and speaking between kisses. "Mm, sorry honey. Just missed you today."

"Yeah? Missed you too Jeffy." She moaned softly as he started to bite and suck on her throat. He found her most sensitive spots and wasted no time abusing them. Knowing for a fact there'd be an abundance of dark bruises the next morning.

Jeff ran his hands from her sides down to her ass, giving it a rough smack followed by a strong grip. She gasped and arched her back, lightly pressing her nails into his broad shoulders. Her pussy was already starting to get wet at the feeling of him kneading her ass.

In the weeks they'd been too busy to be intimate, she'd forgotten how good it felt. And now she was getting eager and worked up way too fast.

As things started to heat up more, he moved to pull her shirt over her head, putting her on her back and pining her to the bed. Jeff ducked his head down and latched his mouth onto one of her sensitive nipples. He swirled his tongue around before beginning to suck, one of his hands cupping her other tit and squeezing.

Nina whimpered loudly. She was getting increasingly needy now. She spread her legs further apart and arched her back again. "Jeff, pleaseee... need you soo bad." Her hands planted themselves firmly on his lower back, trying to pull his hips into hers.

He happily reciprocated, grinding his bulge against her soaking wet cunt. "Yeah? You need me inside, baby?" He slipped his hand between their bodies and pulled her panties to the side, running his middle finger up her folds and watching her squirm under his touch.

"Yesss! Pleasee just fuck me already!~" She begged and pouted up at him. She's so cute when she's being needy.

He smirked down at her, loving the effect he was having on her. "Alright sweetheart, I hear you." Without waiting any longer, he pulled his boxers down and let his cock spring free, positioning himself at her entrance as he pinned her into a mating press.

There was almost no resistance at all when he slid his cock into her fat pussy. He gripped the sheets at her sides from how wet and tight she was. "Damn... feels so good baby."

He pressed his forehead against hers and groaned loudly, thrusting into her hard and slow. He was trying to savor the feeling and not get worked up too fast. It didn't really work though.

He was desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore. His slow thrusts quickly turned fast and sloppy, he was going completely feral from the feeling of her gummy walls clenching around him.

"Shit baby, if you keep -oh fuck- squeezing me like that, I'm not- not gonna last long." His breathing ragged and labored.

"Mm don't caree, want you to cum in me~"

The offer was tempting, but he needed her to cum first. "Fuck, not yet. Need you to cum on me first, got it?"

His rough pace never let up, even as he snuck a hand between them, rubbing circles around her clit. She whined and clench around him, feeling a tightness in her abdomen steadily build up.

"C'mon baby, cum on this cock for me." His fingers worked faster and his thrusts slowed down, angling his hips to allow him to hit her sweet spot. She cried out as he abused her g-spot, feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Ohhh fuckk! M'gonna cum!" She yelled out, legs shaking as she creamed all over his cock, the orgasm hitting her so hard she was almost seeing stars. She begged Jeff to cum in her, feeling overstimulated already.

Her begs and the feeling of her tight walls repeatedly squeezing him made Jeff's head spin. He couldn't last much longer if he tried. He gripped the sheets of their bed and threw his head back, feeling himself about to cum next.

When he finally did, it took a moment to register. His hips stuttered to a stop as he pumped his load into her, feeling breathless for a short while before groaning loudly. He hissed as pulled out, his cock feeling incredibly sensitive.

He collapsed next to Nina, both of them panting and sweaty. She was the first to speak up, "I think we should take a shower, 'm all sticky..."

He laughed and turned to face her, "Yeah, probably should. Come here, I'll carry you honey."

A/N: I really liked how this one turned out! I'm starting to really love this ship. ^u^

#reblogs appreciated! <3 #jeff the killer x nina the killer #jeff x nina #nina the killer smut #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #jeff x nina smut #jeff the killer x nina #nina the killer x jeff

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idontplaytrack · 5 months ago

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heyy can a request an aj fic where reader wants her attention and she’s a gamer and tries to do both at the same time if that makes sense !!

✧ Attention

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

How hard could it be to get a kiss from your partner, right?

It was Saturday, and you were at AJ’s. You just got to her house. Her Mom lets you in, letting you know that AJ was up in her room. “Thanks.” You gave her a polite smile and made your way upstairs.

You knocked, but heard no response so you just entered. You thought she was asleep, but nope. AJ was sat at her desk, gaming. Expected too, but still. She didn’t hear you. That happens sometimes and it kinda sucks. “Hey.” You sat down on her bed.

She definitely heard you this time but did not actually acknowledge you because of what was going on in the game and the girl was trying to win the round. “AJ.” You repeated.

You sighed dramatically, laying down on her bed next, bored out of your mind. Staring at the ceiling, your hands grabbed a cushion from above your head and cuddled with it while you waited for her to be done with that round.

Well, a few minutes later, she finally spun around in swivel chair. “Hey, you.”

You sulked, “Took you awhile.”

“I know you got here a few minutes ago.” She says.

“Yeah, and?”

She nearly snorted trying not to giggle, “Baby, I know you’re annoyed but you look adorable.”

“Oh, yeah?” You put the cushion back and sat up. “Are you done with your game? Am I just gonna be sitting here watching you play?”

She raised her brows, “No. But, you don’t have to just sit there.”

“Yeah then, where do you want me to sit?” You asked exasperatedly.

“My lap.” She shrugs.

“Your lap?” You looked at her, eyes nearly falling out from their sockets.

“What? You do that all the time.”

“I’m not that short.” You pouted.

“I didn’t say that.” She chuckles, sitting down beside you, hand on your thigh caressing it. You stared at it, “Yeah, with what you’re doing right now I doubt you’ll win your games again today.”

She lets out a harsh exhale in amusement, “I can do both, you know? Yeah, you do.”

“AJ.” You huffed.

“Hm?”

You rolled your eyes, laying back down.

“What?” AJ asks, hand resting on your abdomen.

“You’re sure I can just sit in your lap?”

“Yes, honey. I promise. Though if you want more, I’m happy to help.” She winks.

“Damn.” You chewed your lower lip.

“I’m serious.” She pulls you up by the hand, “It’s not like I usually leave my mic on anyway.”

“Eh, not today.” You decided.

“Then, okay.” She agrees earnestly, “C’mon.”

She guides you over to her desk and she sits down, then you settled down in her lap comfortably. AJ smooches you on the cheek, “You comfy?”

“Yep.” You grinned, contented that you got to have your attention pretty easily. She definitely didn’t mind it because she suggested this pretty often, though it usually leads to more afterwards. But whenever you said you weren’t in the mood, she always takes no for an answer. Always.

“Did you have any to eat for lunch yet?” She asks.

“I had cereal before I came over. Cheerios.”

“Yum.” AJ continued, starting new round of her game.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Can we bake some cookies later?”

She suggests, “And watch a movie?”

“Ooh, yes please.” You nodded eagerly.

“Few more rounds, then we’ll go downstairs?”

“Sure.” You agreed, leaning against her while you watched.

—————

“Yeah this was not the right movie.” You sniffed, “I’m crying, AJ. What the hell made me pick Marley & Me?”

“I dunno. Maybe because you wanted to see Jen Aniston?” She teases, rubbing your back.

You rolled over, facing away from the screen, “Turn it off.” Still crying.

“Okay.” She quickly got the remote and exited the video player, taking you both out to the homepage. Abandoning the remote, AJ looks at you. “It’s okay, baby. You wanna to pick a comedy movie? No?”

You were laying across two seats on the couch with your head in her lap, snuggled closely against her torso as you mumbled a ‘no’ in response to her question. “Do you just want to cuddle then?”

“Yeah. Please?”

“Of course.” She smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head as she stroked your hair.

“You can finish the movie if you want.” You said, voice muffled a little bit.

“No, I’m good, honey.” She continues rubbing soothing circles on your back as you slowly just got soothed to sleep by that motion.

“…kay.”

“You wanna go upstairs? And lie down? The couch is starting to feel a little cramped, baby.”

You sat up, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

With that being said, she took you by the hand to go back upstairs and you instantly crawled under the covers. Quickly, she was snuggled up against you, her arm wrapped around your waist.

“Let’s go for a drive up to the beach tonight?”

“That’d be great.” You hummed.

“Alrighty, it’s a date.” She presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Okay, okay. Close your eyes. Let’s get some rest.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

💭A/N:

Alright, last request I’ve got in my inbox. Here ya go. G’night.

(not a gamer so it was vague🫠)

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Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.3

First Part Next Part

It’s about damn time I made part 3, and this is, once again, less headcanons and more just Guy interrupting Honey’s stream

Okay so, we’ve talked about how Honey’s fan base likes to theorize on their and Guy’s relationship. Some fans think they have mutual crushes on one another, some think they’re secretly dating, some think they’re just roommates.

Chat asks Honey questions about their love life all the time, and Honey has fun by always giving vague answers.

Even Guy has joined in on occasion.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: are you single??

"Guy, what the actual fuck."

Answer the damn question 👁️👁️

Not him flirting in front of 176k people 🤣🤣

HoneysHeaven: are you though??

My man's is just shooting his shot, give him a break

Honey pinches the bridge of their nose and sighs, though the way the corner of their mouth twitches upward is poorly hidden. "No, I'm not single."

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

✍️[Honey]✍️is✍️not✍️single✍️

OH SO NOW WE GET A STRAIGHT ANSWER

OOOOHHHH B))))))

CLIP FOR PROOF CLIP FOR PROOF NO TAKE BACKS

📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

Wait but is Guy single?

That's the real question ^^^

HoneysHeaven: I'm dating the most loving, caring, sweetest person in the world 🥰🥰

AAWWWWW

IM GONNA BARF

So not [Honey] then?

HES SO WHOLESOME OMFG

AGSKSGSKDGDKF

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SOMEONE SAID SO NOT [HONEY] THEN 😂😂😂😂😂😂

LMAOOO

DAMN BRO WHO PISSED IN YOUR CHEERIOS???

—

And even when he's not there, Chat often speaks on his behalf.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

★someone donated $5★

When are you going to ask out your roommate?

"I don't have a roommate."

Machoke? More like choke me-

YES YOU DO??

LIAR LIAR PLANTS FOR HIRE

Who the hell is that dude in your house then 🤨🤨🤨🤨

GUY THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GUY WHEN ARE YOU GONNA ASK OUT GUY

THIS IS BULLSHIT WE CANT TAKE THEIR WORD FOR IT

Is Guy in the chat rn?? We need to check your sources

"I am not lying, I swear on my goldfish's grave. Guy isn't my roommate, he's just some stray that followed me home one day and now he won't fucking leave."

Ouch

THAT WHY HE LOOK LIKE A WET NOODLE??

Nah nah, we all know you keep him around on purpose 😏😏😏

WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE-

A WET NOODLE!? EXCUSE ME!?

★someone donated $20★

Go ask Guy out right now and I'll give you another 80 dollars

Honey scrunches their nose and hums, as if thinking, "I'd love to, but... Guy isn't here right now."

NOOOO WE WERE SO CLOSE

BRIBERY WORKS BUT AT THE WORST OF TIMES

Where is he???? He's not supposed to be outside all alone :(

YOU'D LOVE TO??? 👀👀👀👀

WHAT THEN CALL HIM OR SMTH

YES

CALL HIM

PUT HIM ON SPEAKER SO WE CAN SAY HI

"wha- I can't just call him, he's at work. Do you guys want him to get fired?"

Change of plans, we can wait until next stream

We'll get 'em next time boys

It's for the best, no one wants to get asked out over the phone

True true

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 152: don't ask someone out over the phone

°•°•°•°•°•°

★someone donated $10★

Is Guy there?

"yeah...?"

★someone donated $70★

Cool cool heres the last of that 100 I promised you, now go ASK GUY OUT

OMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM

AAAAAAHHHHHHH

I SAID STAY FUCKING CALM

AAHLFVAKCBGSNAFAGRCKXN

Sorry

YES YES YES YES YES

👁️👁️🤳 I'm ready and waiting

Honey smirks, and pulls off their headphones. They get out of their chair and open the door to the hallway.

They then sit back down in their chair, yell "GUUYY" (which has him stumbling over himself because they never yell for him like that), and wait.

Guy rushes to Honey, but stops short of entering the room when Honey puts their hand out, "no, no, don't come in, I'm still streaming."

Guy puts a hand over his heart and let's out a breath, "holy shit, Honey, I thought you were being murdered or something." Then he laughs that adorable laugh of his because he's so precious.

Honey can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles up in their throat, "no, I'm fine. Chat just wanted me to ask you something."

Honey spared a quick glance at their monitor, biting their lip to try and hide the devilish smirk that was forming across their features.

ITS HIM ITS HIM

MY BOOOYYYY

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRDDDHDHHDJJ

What the hell is happening to you people y'all need some jesus tf 🛐✝️✝️

THIS IS IT THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

I DONT NEED JESUS I NEED A FUCKING STRAIGHT JACKET HOOOOOOOWWEEEEEEEEEE

Oh my god 🙊🙊🙊

🎶the best time to wear a striped sweaterrrrr🎶

Guy giggles, "what?"

Honey fails at their weak attempt to hide their smile, biting their tongue as a last ditch effort before giving way, "get out."

Guy laughs through his words, a more confused tone taking place as he repeats his last question, "what?"

Honey stands from their chair again, and leans against the open door. The way it opens inward perfectly covers Guy from view of the camera.

They lean in, a loving smile splaying their lips and lighting up their eyes as they grasp the collar of his shirt to pull him in.

Chat can't see how their faces are only inches apart, they can only hear how Guy let's out a sound of surprise.

Honey plants a chaste kiss on the corner of Guy's mouth and then loosens their grip on his collar in exchange for placing their hand flat on his chest.

Chat can only hear Honey repeat, "get out," when they gently shove Guy backwards so they can close the door again. Their face displays a cheeky grin as they stifle a soft laugh at the sound of a very flustered, and probably offended, Guy.

Then they sit back in their chair and turn their attention back to their stream.

WHAT THE ACTUALLY FRICK WAS THAT??

NOOOOOOOO

DONT GO BACK TO PLAYING UNDERTALE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW

★someone donated $20★

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO ASK HIM OUT??

Honey feigned confusion as they quirked an eyebrow at the message, "I did ask him out."

NO TF YOU DID NOT

They did not just say that

Want

Murder

GODDAMNIT

Calm down satan

THIS IS TOO CRUEL EVEN FOR YOU

NOOOO HE SOUNDED SO CONFUSED 😭😭

"I really don't understand what you guys are talking about. I asked him to get out, that's what you all wanted."

MOTHERFU-

THAT IS NOT WHAT ASKING SOMEONE OUT MEANS AND YOU KNOW IT

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 153: asking someone out means to ask someone on a date

SHUT UP

THEY ALREADY KNOW THAT THEY'RE JUST MEAN

I want my 100 dollars back /hj

[Honey] is deceitful and finds joy in manipulating the emotions of others. I believe they may be some kind of sadist.

Kinky

Y'all need to chill fr

GUYS GUYS LOOK SOMEONE CLIPPED IT HE CALLED THEM HONEY 🥺🥺

"oh, shi-"

—

Honey has adjusted their streaming schedule to line up with Guy's work schedule. This way, he will interrupt them less.

It's a win win for the both of them, because when Guy gets home after a day at work, all he wants is love and affection which he cannot get if his honey is streaming.

But there are times when the stream goes on longer than expected, or Guy gets off early.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey was playing Life is Strange when they heard the front door open. They paused for a moment, expecting to hear Guy's usual "Honey, I'm home" call to announce his presence.

But it didn't come.

They paused the game and lowered their headphones, confusion evident on their face as they turned in their chair slightly, listening to the sounds of Guy putting down his work bag and taking off his shoes.

When the noises stopped, Honey assumed Guy must've just had a long day. They decided they'd check on him after they wrapped up this stream.

A few minutes went by; Honey had nearly forgotten Guy was home, it was so quiet.

★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: Honeeyyy :(

There he is.

The way he typed out their nickname and added a frowny face made them feel soft, and they practically had to physically restrain themself from going, "what, baby?"

Instead they said, "what is it, Guy?"

awwww

He's calling them Honey 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Who made our boy sad??

HoneysHeaven: I'm dyiiing :((

I want to kiss chloe so bad u have no idea

WHAT

OH NO 😰

SOMEONE CALL 911 🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑

NO GOD PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honey left the room without a second thought, their feet leading them straight to where Guy had bundled himself up on the couch. The TV was on, playing the cartoon network channel for some reason, and the lights were off save for a table lamp.

Holding his phone in front of his face while he lay on his side, he turned to look at Honey when he heard their footsteps.

His hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Honeeyyy," he pouted, his voice coming out strained and scratchy.

Guy had come home sick.

They checked his temperature, got him a cold cloth, brought him medicine, and basically played nurse before finally returning to their stream.

They'd only been gone for 15 minutes.

WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DO

OH GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE

WE HAVE TO SAVE THEM THATS WHAT WE HAVE TO DO

EVERYONE CALM DOWN

WE GOTTA CALL THE NAVY

What is happening?

I CANT TAKE THIS THE STRESS IS TOO MUCH

I hope Guy is ok 😭

THE ROBOTS ARE RUNNING THE NAVY

NOT THE NAVY 😰😰😰😰😰😰

Guys I'm getting in my helicopter, who wants a ride?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ME TOO

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

WAIT EVERYONE THEYRE BACK

Honey gets back to find the chat in utter chaos, but they assure them that everything is fine. Guy is just dramatic.

Things went back to normal for about half an hour.

But then the door opened, and two hands appeared, just in view, flat on the floor.

Honey turns around to see this, "Guy, what are you doing?"

They only get a tired groan, that sounds more like a whine, in response.

Oh nooooo 🥺🥺

Our boy is sicky ☹️☹️☹️

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I'll get the rabies shot ready

Honey crouches in front of Guy, who is sprawled out face first on the floor. "Are you wearing my hoodie again?"

Another hum of discomfort. He really isn't feeling well.

They place their hand on his head and pet his hair, tilting their head slightly and speaking in a low voice, "what do you need, baby?"

Guy made "hmph" noise, and tapped his hands which were still stretched out in front of him.

Honey stood, and made their way back over to their computer.

Hope he gets better soon ❤️

Aw my goodness he's wearing their hoodie 😍😍

I'm sick too me and guy are twinsies fr

Are we just gonna ignore that th-

They ended the stream. They don't have time to do their regular sign off, they have a sick Guy to take care of.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted streamer!honey #redacted fanfic

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