#im getting closer to being done!! slowly making my way to the end of this piece!!!

[flufflecat]

another day, another few hours spent rendering frightfully detailed tongues

[gamblersdoll]

“options.”

sum. he likes to play games with you, acting like he big dog, but you can play with him too. trueform! sukuna, fighting to smut, fluff at the end, spitting, deep mating press, (somewhat.)

“whats with the face, woman?” the ancient monster only asks because you aren’t entertaining him, you aren’t throwing tantrums about him not giving you attention. “youre quiet.”

“im not going to feed into your bullshit today.” you snark back, your arms limp and fingers padding away at your phone and he quirks an eyebrow up. “im not fucking stupid, ryomen.”

ryomen?

he nodded his head slow, chuckling to lean back and rub his chin. “do you know who yer’ talkin’ to?” he asks, you must have forgotten, had to be. the fuck was your problem? youve always been an obedient pet, sometimes having your days where he can somewhat understand and help you calm your nerves. was it that time again? no, he wouldve smelled it, if not— he wouldve tasted it. “talk.”

“you keep playing with me, always saying how im your favorite mortal,’ yet, you sneak off to other women when youre done with me.” you bring up, but it didnt hurt when you said that. thats what this was about? his harem?

“because i can.” he leans up and closer to you. “because i can do what the fuck i want to, thats what happens when youre a demon— let alone, king.” he reminds, you tend to forget your place when it came to him.

“you do that, then.” you chuckle, you were sick and fucking tired. “but when i find a man who i dont have to worry about ditchin’ me for other women, dont be angry.”

“thats okay, because you wont see another man.” hes starting to get pissed, because youre over-fucking-stepping. how dare you think you can seek out other men? when you had a demon who can give way more than what a mortal man cannot.

why was he even angry about that thought?

“so its okay for you to lie in my face and say im your favorite, but you seek other women? make it make the fuck sense.” because he wasnt making sense. you couldnt put that together, youre his favorite but he ended the night with other people to get him off. was your offerance not enough?

“lie?”he scoffs, grabbing you by your jaw and pulling you close. “no one has deceived you.” he makes his tone deep, eyes staring into yours snd he has a snarl to his lip.

“prove it, you goddamn liar.” you spit in his face, watching his blink slow and hard as he takes a deep breath in. “do something, i fucking dare you.” you growl, watching your fluids drip down his cheek.

he had to be more pissed at the fact you called him a liar than the actual truth, the truth of the matter being he does sleep around, (and excuses it by saying hes the king, so he can) and he hated that you labeled him as such.

his legs slammed against the back of yours, yeah he was furious— his second row of arms holding your hips down and one hand holding your wrists down together. “got really smart with your mouth, brat. thats not good.” he clicks his tongue, his only free hand smacking your cheek. “youve lost your goddamn mind, woman— did you think id let you get away with calling me a deceiver?”

“fuck you.” you moan out, this was pathetic. but who could blame you? imagine having a giant ancient demon drill his cock into you, while you feel the other one growing harder, and having him focus on you.

“think im a liar, mm?” he asks, his face getting closer to yours and he shakes his head in disbelief. “you want me to stop having others serve me the way you do? mm?” he asks so sweet, it shouldn’t be allowed for him to sound this way.. not with him being a dick and drilling his first dick inside. “cmon, little one— answer. say what you want.” you muster up the strength to speak, only for him to knock it down and him to pitifully laugh down to you. “oh, poor baby.. can you not speak? is it too much?” he asks, slowing his hips and slowly pulling away.

“no, its not—“ you try to say, but he spits in your face, and you knew that he was trying to prove a point.

“see how that feels, nasty thing?” he asks, taking his thumb and smearing it against your face. “say what you want, woman.”

“want you to stick with me only—“ you finally get it out, cut off with a moan only for him to coo at you. your hands pat at his chest, or so you thought.. since his belly mouth opens and licks at your palm.

“that what you want, pet? for me to only have you serve me the way you do?” he asked, watching your head nod and he smirks. “and what makes you think you get that privilege?” he wasn’t fucking serious, whats with all these fucking questions?

“because—“ you moan after, how the fuck long was this going to go, man? “because i can take all of you, thats why.” you let him know that, and now hes intrigued.

he laughs a little, licking his canines and grinding his tip deeper. “thats all you had to say, pretty one.” he blurts, his hold on your wrists become different, his hand holding yours. “takin��� it so good, think you can handle another?” you nod, him slowing just a little and pressing the second cock’s tip up to your slit. “you wanna try again?” he makes sure you know what youre saying..

because no mortal woman have ever taken him before..

until he learns the hard, satisfying truth about how you can stretch really well when you’re attracted to someone. the second cock slips in, your teeth grit and a slight stretch can be sometimes uncomfortable. his eyes blow wide, his mouth opening slightly in a gaze. “oh?” he says in a marveled voice. “fuck, hell yeah!” he laughs in a boisterous voice, spitting on your folds for lubrication and thrusting his cocks inside your cunt. “my absolute favorite mortal, for sure. ill eat my own words.” you nod, looking up to the ancient monster that fucks itself into your walls and feel it in your throat. your eyes roll back, him lightly smacking your cheek and forcing you to look up to him. “take all of it, take all of this king cocks.”

—

“you dyin’ on me?” he asks, him leaning back on the bed as you pull your panties up. “no, no, stay the way you are.”

“not dyin’.” you say monotone, pulling them off and feeling his eyes.

“youre still doubting my loyalty to you, are you?” he asks gruff. he scoffs, beckoning his fingers to you. “come.” come you did, literally and sexually only five minutes ago. “why do you doubt?”

“you never said youd stop, but.. should i have a reason to believe you?” you asked, looking up to him and he feels a pang.

why did they way you look at him hurt?

“i did. you just are too naive to see.” he pulls you until him, hearing your yelp and holding you close.

“you didnt though, you never said ‘ill stop whoring myself around,’ or however you want to say it.” you suggest that he calls himself a whore? him? no, he wouldn’t suffice to that.

“the moment you were able to get two of my cocks inside of you, i decided that.” he pointed out what he thought was obvious, but that only occurs in his mind. “and… i suppose when you spat in my face and i didnt decide to eat you.” he sighs, the side of his face staring down at you. “so be proud of that, youre my favorite.”

the feeling of hurt and betrayal leave you, knowing one thing was for sure.

you were his favorite, and he was yours.

[0omillo0]

Oki so Im like searching fics all day long and u said i can request and im never getting enough of ur fics anyways so here luv 💕

Sooo Chan x reader

where maybe reader is already feeling horrible lately. And today smth appens at the studio and chan gets rlly frustrated so he comes home and today yn has been feeling even worse and feels like she can’t even get out of bed but like Chan comes home, not even seeing yns horrible stadium so he lets all the anger out on her wich rlly gives her the last push to like feeling just entirely depressed. Then she is standing crying and totally drained in front of one of the other members door, breaking down totally.

I’ll let the rest up to u, pls make it really really angsty but pls i just need a good lot of comfort at the end ❤️

BANGCHAN X READER

a/n: I’ve already made a vv similar story but I like this one so much better! let me know what you think ♡ also this is for my beloved @hannamoon143 tysm for your request and sorry for the wait!

genre: angst, comfort

The day had already been heavy, dragging you down like you were walking through thick mud. Lately, it seemed every breath took more effort than the last, and today, it had reached a peak. You couldn’t even get out of bed. The weight of everything pressed down on you, making the air feel like it was suffocating. It wasn’t like this was new—this lingering sadness had been with you for days, like a dark cloud refusing to lift.

You curled up deeper into your sheets, staring at the wall. You hadn’t moved in hours, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t done anything but exist in this space of nothingness. The world outside your room felt miles away, unreachable. The only sound you heard was the occasional muffled voices from outside your apartment.

And then there was a slam. You heard the front door being pushed open harder than usual, and you knew Chan was home. The sound of his keys hitting the counter was sharp, followed by a frustrated sigh that cut through the quiet air. You knew that sound—something must’ve gone wrong at the studio. His day hadn’t been any better than yours, apparently.

Your body wanted to get up, wanted to greet him, but you couldn’t. It was like you were glued to the mattress. Even when you heard his footsteps approaching, your body wouldn’t listen.

The door to the bedroom opened, and without looking at him, you knew he was tense. His energy radiated frustration, the kind that made rooms feel smaller, the air thicker.

“God, today was insane,” Chan muttered, not noticing how you barely shifted under the covers. His voice was rough, filled with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. “Everything went wrong. Absolutely everything.”

You bit your lip, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. Maybe if you said something, anything, it could stop what you knew was coming.

But then he turned, finally looking at you, his eyes glossing over the state you were in. He couldn’t see it—he couldn’t see how you were breaking inside. All he saw was a person not responding, and it made him snap.

“Can you at least say something?!” His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut deep. His frustration had reached its peak, and you were the closest target. “I’ve been dealing with so much today, and you’re just lying there. Not a word, nothing. Are you a fucking emotionless doll??”

You flinched at his tone, at his words. Your chest tightening even more. The tears that had been sitting at the edge of your eyes began to spill over silently.

Chan didn’t notice right away. His anger kept him blind. He sighed. “I’m sorry if I sound harsh, but it’s been such a mess, and I can’t—” His words stumbled to a stop when he saw the way your body shook, the way you were crying silently beneath the covers.

“Y/N?” His voice softened, the frustration vanishing as quickly as it had come. “Hey, hey…” He moved closer, but it was too late. The weight of everything—his words, your own struggles—it all collapsed in on you like a tidal wave.

You sat up slowly, the sobs shaking your frame as you tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible through the storm of emotions. “I’m sorry, I didn’t— I just… I can’t…”

Chan’s face fell as he realized what he’d done. “No, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t see it. I was so wrapped up in my own head that I didn’t see how much you were hurting. I’ve made it worse I’m so sorry—“

But his apology couldn’t stop the breaking that was already happening inside you. You needed to escape, to find some sort of relief from the pressure that was crushing you from all sides.

Without saying a word, you slipped out of the bed, your legs unsteady, and you walked toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. Chan’s voice followed you, concern clear in his tone, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.

You found yourself in front of one of the other members’ doors. You didn’t even know how you got there, your vision blurred with tears. Maybe it was instinct, seeking comfort somewhere, anywhere, that wasn’t the suffocating silence of your room or the crushing weight of your mind.

You knocked, barely registering the sound of your own fist against the wood. And then, as if the last string holding you together snapped, your body gave in. You slid down to the floor, your arms wrapping around your knees as the sobs came harder now, uncontrollable, raw.

The door opened, and the blurry shape of someone—was it Felix?—stood there, eyes wide in shock. “Y/N…?” he asked gently, his voice like a balm, but you couldn’t respond. All you could do was cry.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Felix crouched down beside you, his hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on your shoulder. His touch was warm, comforting in a way that made you feel safe enough to let it all out. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’re not alone.”

His words broke something else in you, but this time, it wasn’t painful. It was a release. The tears kept falling, but his presence kept you grounded, kept you from drowning completely.

Behind you, you heard Chan’s hurried footsteps. He stopped when he saw you on the floor, a mix of guilt and worry etched into his face. “Y/N…” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

Felix looked up at him, a silent exchange passing between them, and Chan knelt down beside you. “I didn’t mean to—” He stopped, choking on his own emotions, before continuing softly, “I should’ve seen that you were hurting. I was selfish.”

You looked up at him, your vision still blurred, but you could see the regret, the hurt in his eyes. And it wasn’t just because he’d had a rough day. It was because he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him most.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, your voice shaking.

Chan shook his head, reaching out to take your hands in his, his grip gentle, tentative. “No, no, you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who wasn’t paying attention. I love you, and I should’ve been there for you. I’m so so sorry for calling you.. the way I called you. I’m sorry baby”

You shook your head. “Do you think I’m useless?? Am I just a doll to you??”

Chan realised how much his words hurt you. At this point he felt so guilty, his expression softened, his big glossy eyes looking directly at yours. “Y/Nie, my love, I didn’t mean to say those awful things to you. I understand if you’re not going to trust me anymore, but I swear I love you more than anything and I’ll do anything to make it up for you.. for us..”

Felix gave a small nod and stood up, retreating to give the two of you space. Chan pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, his breath shaky as he spoke, “We’re going to get through this. Together, okay? I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone.”

And for the first time that day, you felt a small sense of relief, a small flicker of hope. It wasn’t going to be easy—these feelings, this heaviness—but you weren’t alone. Chan was with you, and that made all the difference.

As you sat there, held in his arms, the storm inside you slowly began to calm, the cracks in your heart starting to mend, piece by piece.

“I’m here,” Chan whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always be here.”

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[animeshotsh]

I would know | Husk x Child!Reader | Small AngelDust x Child!Reader |

Summary: Your life in hearth was not good and your learned too fast to know when someone its hurting

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, suicide. HuskxAngel ship too. Grammar mistakes.

Requested

You were never too sure why you ended in hell or how. First, you were just a child, a regular one, you wondered what sins you could have done to end here. Was life not hard enough on you that you did not deserve eternal peace?

Was because of your death? But even that was a mistery to you. You cant remember if you were killed or if you took away your life. Then again, your life was a hell more than what the actual hell was. You would tremble when thinking of it.

Thats why you faked your emotions, the happy smile, the jokes, everything was a mask so no one would think what had happened to you. But one day after one exterminator day you met Charlie the princess of Hell. And she saw you, the Real you, she soon took you under her wings and roof, her dream of redemtion for sinners filled your heart.

So you stayed and met others along the way.

Husk was at first a grummpy sinner. With no Real care of what was happening in the hotel or with the others. However you found him interesting and started to follow him around (letting Vaggie breath alone for once). It was not a suprise Husk was not in for the task of taking care of a child specially one that could move without making a noise.

Some said it must be demonic power but you are sure you mastered this from the time you were alive.

Sneaking behind Husk was now your personal activity. Alastor found it better than the average comedy and would alwasy be around when you were doing it.

So far you had sneaked behind Husk at least 29 times. And over these times you two kind of got close. Husk never had kids when being alive, so he was not sure if you saw him as a father figure or a older brother, whatever it was he made sure you were on the right path. As right it could be in hell, at least he would make sure you were safe outside and inside the hotel.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He found what happened to you one night. His left ear twitched as movement came, he caught you getting a pissed look from you.

"You are losing your touch kid" he said letting you down "and you should be asleep, the princess will know if you passed your bed time"

"Well, im not tired so lets do something!! We can watch tv all night"

"Alastor said that he would destroy the hotel if there was one single tv in here" Husk reminded them

"Oh right....then teach me to play poke!"

"And why would you like to learn that?" Husk asked looking down on you who was looking away from him

"I dont want to think now, If my mind its in another task...or seeing something...then I dont think"

Husk could hear the sad tone in your voice. He got down to your eye level making you face him.

"And what is it that you dont want to think about?"

You kept your eyes on him then tackled him for a hug. Husk hissed in suprise but stopped when he started to hear your cries. He slowly moved you, making you sit on him so he could wrap his amrs and wings around you.

"Shh kid, no one is going to hurt you in here, im gonna make sure of it"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

After that time Husk and you got closer, others noticed it but said nothing about it. Charlie went "aww" once she saw you being carried by Husk on his shoulders while he serverd drinks.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You also grow to be close with Angel Dust, at first he too was not too happy about having a kid around but soon your jokes and personality got him. He also loved to see you pranking Husk.

And his little piggy loves you!! He wants to get you one too.

But you soon noted, something was off about Angel. You started to see times when his persona would change, how he would ignore others worries over him and just smile it off.

Oh....that was what you used to do. But you never had to face someone doing it too.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Of course you went to Husk later on. Him and Angel seemed close so you were 100% sure that Husk would help you.

"You gotta be blunt" Husk said after you explained the situation.

"But...that would hurt him..."

Taking a deep breath Husk faced you.

"Listen kid, people have issues and how they face them its up to them, and how they do it sometimes backfires. Not everybody its going to listen to sweet talk and honey words. You have to be direct and end it there. Its up to them how to act afterwards"

"But...you were not like that to me" you said confused

"Because you are you and Angel its his own persona. You two are different" he responded "listen, i know you want to help him...i want to do it too. Let me try my way and if nothing happens...then we can try yours"

Your eyes got bright with emotion as you nodded.

"Yes!! Lets do it, lets help your boyfriend!!"

Blushing Husk responded "he is not-"

"I see it in the way you look at him" you stated getting a defeated sound from Husk.

[ifimdreaming]

shower

Luke Hughes x Reader

summary: you and luke are visiting michigan and have a shower together 🤝🤝🤝

word count: 800

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“How bout we stay in and we can just go out tomorrow night…” Luke says as he cuddles in closer to your side and presses his lips firmly against your neck, pecking you over and over, making you giggle in return.

He’s practically holding you down at this point and you've both been in this hotel bed for way too long now.

“Its not like theres never going to be another party, theres basically something going on every night” he convinces himself, and he doesnt see it but you roll your eyes in response.

“But we wont be in michigan every night luke. And your friends miss you. A lot.” you say as you lift the covers off of your bodies, luke dramatically pulling them back over himself as the cold shocks his body.

“Its almost 9pm, if we dont go now were going to end up staying here and falling asleep. Just like yesterday.” you laugh out

“But its warmmm here. And youre nice to cuddle with. And sexy and pretty and beautiful and” 

You cut him off with a kiss and can feel him smiling against your lips.

“It worked” he says with a smirk and you roll your eyes again, this time making sure he is watching you do so

“Ok luke” you say as you begin to sit up, “Im gonna go shower and get ready. You better be out of bed when I come back cuz eddie texted us almost an hour ago now, asking where we were.”

You grab your things and head to the shower, and hear a loud groan of annoyance as you close the washroom door.

You begin to shower and after a few minutes you hear a knock on the door, and luke entering the washroom

“Im getting in k?” he says as you are finishing up washing your hair

“Mhm” you say as you hear him undress, and watch him attentively as he gets in the shower with you

“Oh! look who decided to get out of bed!” 

“Who?!” Luke says as he turns his head and looks around the shower cluelessly, acting as though there is someone else you could possibly be talking about,

“DONT EVEN ACT LIK-” 

He crashes his lips onto yours, not even giving you a chance to finish your sentence. He holds your face in his hands as the kiss deepens. You go to take a step towards him but he walks backwards with your face in his hands so that both of your bodies are immersed by the warm water. 

Luke moves his hands to the sides of your hips as he releases the kiss. You look up at him with a smile and he runs his fingers up and down your arms. the feeling of the water and his hands on you making you never want to leave this hotel room. 

He places a soft kiss on your neck and places gentle kisses around your chest before he moves slowly towards your lips again, and just before you go to grab his face in your hands, he moves his attention from your body to his hair.  

your hands fall to your sides as a result of his sudden movement as he begins running his fingers between his hair and letting the water run over his face, completely disregarding what he was starting 

“Luke. Hughes.” you say annoyedly, knowing he is fully aware of what he is doing to you.

You watch him intently as he just smirks at you and continues rinsing off under the water, 

“You done?” he says reaching for the faucet, about to turn off the shower. Meanwhile, completely ignoring what he just did.

You sigh in defeat and he laughs as you move him out of your way and quickly rinse off before turning off the shower yourself.

“First one to dry off wins!” luke says as he steps out of the tub before you and rushes to grab the towel closest to the shower, the other towel being hung on the back of the washroom door.

“Hey! Youre a cheater!” you exclaim as luke is rubbing himself dry and taunting you by faking handing you his towel

“Sorry, i cant be a cheater its my game…and i win!” he says with a shrug as he wraps his towel around his now dry body.

you are about to curse him out before luke grabs the towel on the door, and delivers it to you with a kiss on the forehead before he leaves the washroom.

“Thank you! And I think I won by default because you’re a cheater Mr Hughes!” you shout out to him in the next room and hear nothing but silence for a few seconds.

“Fineeee, you win.”

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[tokischaaaaa]

distraction 🌀

notes!!: inspired by tiktok above ^^

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.1k!!

y/n was 2 hrs into her stream on her twitch channel, she had just begun a poll on her stream to listen to albums she hadn’t had the chance to listen to before.

basically a listening party, and a way for her viewers to input and spread their music taste.

“so admins can yall show what are the albums chats saying i should listen to?”

moments later and a few clicks later, y/n moved the poll to the screen to show her viewers.

options of albums to listen to were:

orquídeas - kali uches

negro swan - blood orange

cowboy carter - beyoncé

late registration - kanye

considering the biggest/ most well known artist was beyoncé and kanye , the polls showed the competition between both albums.

seconds later, the poll ended and cowboy carter by beyoncé had won.

30 minutes later, after gasps, snapping and humming, y/n was 75% done with the album. as she heard the beginning another comentary interlude and got up and stretched, still being visble to chat she jumped once she heard a loud chanting in her head phones.

spaghettii had started playing, y/n got up and started tapping her foot while placing her hands on her hips. she was so distracted that she didn’t hear hamzah come inside their apartment, he was became quickly aware that y/n was streaming due to the blaring light from her monitor.

as the lyrics ‘like a snap of my fingers im thanos!’ was yelled by beyoncé, y/n couldn’t help but start twerking due to the hypnotizing song. she wasn’t showing her junk to the camera but having her backside face the wall.

hamzah on the other hand was having a fun time. he couldn’t help but laugh as y/n kept making faces as she rocked her hips.

soon she got lower and lower, THAT caught hamzahs attention. he began to feel his chest tighten as he his desire to be behind y/n as she was dancing grew stronger.

as the song started to progress and get a little slower instrumental wise, y/n went back to her seat and was quickly made aware of hamzahs presence by chat.

“who’s here chat?” y/n said looking around, her eyes meeting hamzahs.

“you saw all that?” y/n blurted as her face turned red.

“yeah, never knew you had that in you y/n,” hamzah chuckled, walking closer to her monitor.

“mhm, guess you never knew i was apart of the beyhive.” y/n said raising her eyebrows.

“yeah, guess not.” he said, still thinking about y/n’s dancing, getting closer to y/n.

y/n could tell hamzah was feeling dirty, but she had to warn him before he kept talking stupid.

“babe i’m on stream,” y/n said pressing her mute button.

hamzah took her finger off the button, and grinned to her.

“babe i don’t care, plus you was bucking your hips in the air.” hamzah snickered eyeing y/n down, putting his warm hand on her back, slowly inching his fingers under her shirt.

y/n’s back straightened quickly, hamzah grinned shifting his head to the camera.

“how’s the listening party going?”

“good, wait you’ve been watching?”

“yeah, nonifications always on for you babe.” he said giving her cheek a quick peck.

soon y/n’s chat filled with hearts and you and hamzahs ship name.

“bruh, look what you did.” y/n groaned. “i still got like 7 more songs. all chats gonna be doing is asking for this.”

“so, give them what they want.” hamzah smiled putting his bag down and letting his hand on y/n’s back go deeper and grab her ass.

a audible gasp came out of y/n.

“hamzah.” she hissed under her breath, holding onto the mic.

hamzah shrugged in response.

y/n took a deep breath, giving hamzah a playful glare before turning back to her chat. "alright, alright, y'all. let's get back to the music!" she said, trying to regain her composure.

as she clicked to start the next track, the chat was buzzing with excitement and heart emojis. "you two are too cute!" one message read, while another said, "this is the best stream ever!"

y/n couldn't help but smile. despite the unexpected interruption, she loved how supportive her community was. and she couldn't deny that hamzah's presence added a special touch to her streams.

as the next song started playing, y/n leaned back in her chair, letting the music wash over her. she glanced at hamzah, who was now lounging on the couch, watching her with a smirk. she felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of love and amusement.

hamzah, sensing her gaze, winked at her. "you know, i could join you for the rest of the stream. make it a duet," he teased.

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "oh really? you think you can keep up with me and beyoncé?"

"absolutely," hamzah replied, standing up and moving closer to her setup. he pulled up a chair next to her, and the chat went wild with excitement.

"alright, chat, you heard him. hamzah's joining us for the rest of the listening party!" y/n announced, her smile widening as she saw the flood of positive reactions.

hamzah settled next to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "so, what's next on the list?" he asked, peering at the screen.

"let's see," y/n said, scrolling through the remaining tracks. "ah, here we go. this one’s a classic." she clicked play, and the opening notes filled the room.

as the music played, hamzah gently swayed in his seat, occasionally singing along and making y/n laugh with his over-the-top yapping. they shared stories about their favorite songs, playfully debated the best albums, and even took turns reading out the funniest comments from the chat.

at one point, hamzah leaned in closer, his voice soft in her ear. "you know, watching you like this, so happy and in your element... it’s one of my favorite things."

y/n felt her cheeks warm and her heart flutter. "glad you enjoy it as much as i do," she murmured back, giving his hand a squeeze.

as the final track played, they both leaned back, content and relaxed. y/n turned to hamzah, her eyes shining with gratitude and affection. "thanks for joining me tonight. it made this stream extra special."

"anytime, babe," hamzah replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. "you know i'm your biggest fan."

as they wrapped up the stream, y/n felt an overwhelming sense of joy. not just from the music and the wonderful interaction with her chat, but from the simple, beautiful connection she shared with hamzah. it was in moments like these that she felt truly blessed, knowing that they had something extraordinary.

"goodnight, everyone!" y/n called out, waving to the camera as the stream ended. she turned to hamzah, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "now, where were we?"

hamzah grinned, pulling her close. "i believe we were just getting started."

tokischaaaa speaks: idk why but i jus like writing fluff now lol 🤭

[wambsgansshoelaces]

could you maybe do headcanons on how the succession characters would comfort their partner? it's just being such a shit week and on top of that i finished succession and i am immensely sad💀 it's okay if you can't tho !! thanks <3

I hope your week ends on a good note!!! Thank you for requesting anon, I love u and I hope this makes you feel better :) <3

p.s. I’m so sorry I’m updating slowly :( I promise I’ll get better about it the moment I’m on break, im sick and school is ruing my life :,) enjoy x

comforting you

Kendall

ᝰ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᝰ he just knows what you need

ᝰ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᝰ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᝰ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᝰ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᝰ “hi, ken.”

ᝰ peppers your face in kisses

ᝰ “feeling off?” he asks

ᝰ you nod

ᝰ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᝰ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᝰ so you tell him everything

ᝰ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ anything for you

Roman

ᝰ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᝰ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᝰ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᝰ he sees your pouty face when you get home from a grocery run

ᝰ “hey, babe, come look,” he says after he helps with all the bags

ᝰ he’d been at work when you’d left for the store

ᝰ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᝰ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᝰ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᝰ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᝰ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᝰ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᝰ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᝰ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᝰ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᝰ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᝰ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

Shiv

ᝰ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᝰ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᝰ you tell her everything

ᝰ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᝰ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᝰ and she does as she said she would

ᝰ everything’s somehow resolved in the next hour

ᝰ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᝰ you very happily oblige

ᝰ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᝰ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᝰ you’ve never felt more loved

ᝰ she murmurs about how valentine’s day is coming up

ᝰ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty day of

ᝰ you don’t really know how you got here

ᝰ but you’re not upset

ᝰ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᝰ you don’t even remember why you were upset

Tom

ᝰ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᝰ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᝰ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᝰ “everything okay?”

ᝰ “rough day…”

ᝰ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᝰ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᝰ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᝰ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᝰ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᝰ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᝰ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᝰ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᝰ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᝰ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᝰ he does his best to give you a solution

ᝰ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your office for the next week

Greg

ᝰ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᝰ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᝰ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᝰ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᝰ you shrug

ᝰ “wanna talk about it?”

ᝰ you tell him everything

ᝰ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᝰ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᝰ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᝰ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᝰ he wants to help you

ᝰ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᝰ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᝰ you both talk nonstop

ᝰ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᝰ just things that reminds him of you

ᝰ and a bracelet, too

ᝰ`he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᝰ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᝰ ever

ᝰ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᝰ but you’re not

ᝰ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

Stewy

ᝰ he feels what you feel

ᝰ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᝰ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᝰ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᝰ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᝰ that manages to get you to laugh

ᝰ he smiles at your smiling

ᝰ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᝰ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᝰ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᝰ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᝰ “why’re you upset?”

ᝰ “oh, it’s nothing, stewy.”

ᝰ “bullshit.”

ᝰ you spill

ᝰ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᝰ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᝰ he kisses all up your neck

ᝰ “but we don’t have to think about that all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up many lives for you.”

ᝰ you laugh, making him laugh

ᝰ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

ᝰ he even lets you put his hair into pigtails with your hair ties

[roadkillremi]

Quote 24 smut with billy pleas🩷🩷

I can do that!!!

24. "I wouldn't imagine breaking your underwear rule." (Billy Loomis says this to Sydney Prescott)

Masterlist 300 Event

Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Summary: after a long day of "busy" work Billy wants some company. Reader and Billy are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, smut, p in V, unprotected, Billy kinda pressures?, He has a knife, language, he uses that knife to carve his initial into you, a bit of praise.

You read a book in your room while your music played. You softly hummed to yourself flipping through your book. A soft knock interrupted you, you looked up and walked towards your window. You moved your curtains over to reveal Billy looking into the window. You softly smiled and opened your window.

"Billy. It's 9pm." You leaned towards him. He smiled, "I know. It's more fun this way.". You moved to the side to let him in. He climbed through and looked around. You had music and movie posters on the walls. He always found it interesting to look at them.

"Let me guess you got done at Sydney's and had to go to your secret affair?" You gave him a look. Billy shook his head, "I didn't come from Sydney's.".

"you just came to a losers house for fun?" You tilted your head.

You weren't part of his friend group, and you had no desire to be part of it. You met Billy through Randy Meeks. You were a frequent customer of Bradley's video store. You had a routine, Friday you get food, get a movie, and pass out. Billy seems to figure out your routine and joined you one night. You were scared you were just another girl. You heard the rumors about Christina, you didn't wanna end up like her. So you told him you wouldn't sleep with him, which made him more eager to see you.

He softly smiled at you, "You're not a loser...". You shrugged, "Just a random girl Billy Loomis is visiting.". He looked down, "You're not... Random.". You sighed, "Billy I was joking-".

"I told you I.. I like being around you.".

"So that's why you ignore me at school? It makes total sense." You argued. You shook your head, "I told you im not some... Some-".

"slut?" Billy asked looking at you with a smirk. He stared at your exorcist poster, "I know you're not.".

"What do you want Billy?" You asked softly. He looked at you and slowly scanned your body.

"You."

"I told you I can't ... You're dating Sydney!" You said putting your hands to your face.

"When did you start caring about Sydney?!" Billy scoffed.

"Last I checked her and Tatum teased you." He added. You looked up at him, "Shut the fuck up.". You stood up, he softly smiled.

"See? Sydney's not like you. She cares too much... About herself... she's a push over too. She's always scared and shit. But you... You don't care. You like the dark stuff... Like me...".

"Then break up with her." You crossed your arms. Billy shook his head, "I told you it's difficult, her mom died.".

"I'm aware." You muttered. Billy stepped closer, "I just need you... It was a rough day okay?!" His voice grew more irritated. He sat on the edge of your bed and stared at the wall ahead of him.

"My dad... He's an asshole... You understand that... You're mom left too..." Billy tried to shove his emotions back. You stepped towards him, "I know... I'm sorry...". He hugged your torso burning his face in your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry I fussed at you. I'm just... Worried.".

"I know." He glanced up at you. You looked over at your TV, "Do you wanna watch the exorcist?".

"We watched that last time...".

"it's my favorite." You whisper. He nods, "sure.". You turn on your TV and set up the Exorcist. Once you sat by Billy on your bed you leaned on his shoulder. He'd slowly start kissing your head, then cheek, then neck. You breath a bit heavier and grab his arm.

"What are you doing?" You asked softly. He looked at you, "I'm kissing you.". He then gently kissed you on the lips. You gave in to him leaning into his touch. His hands slid behind your back and he pushed his body towards you more. He positioned you beneath him as he continued to kiss you. His hand moved towards your pajama pants. His fingers wrapped around the elastic, you backed your face away from his.

"Billy..."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of breaking your no underwear rule." He sounded annoyed.

Your stomach noted, he complained about Sydney being the same way in the past. You took a Shakey breath, "No..". He looked up at you, "I want to tell you I'm ready.". His eyes went wide and then he smirked. He kissed you before sliding off your pajama pants.

"That's my girl." He whispered. You grinned, His girl... You grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss. He grunted lowly, he pulled away to examine your face. You gently smiled at him, he sat up unbuttoning his blue shirt. You leaned up slightly on your elbows to watch him. He stared directly in your eyes as he took off his white t-shirt. Your eyes traveled down his slightly toned body. You sat up and took off your shirt as a response. He smirked laying you back down. He trailed his face down your neck. You felt his nose slightly touch your skin. He kissed your collarbone a couple times before biting it. You gasps your hands clinging to your bed. Billy softly chuckled, his laugh vibrating onto your skin.

"Billy.." you softly whispered, he looked up quickly.

"Yes?"

"I..I'm scared.. n-not scared but nervous..". You looked off to the side. Billy smiled, "It's okay. I'll take... Good care of you.". He leaned back down to kiss your collarbone. His hands slid to your hips, "So beautiful" he muttered. He sat up pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket. He flicked it open cutting the sides of your underwear. He threw the piece of fabric to the side. Your eyes widen at the scene, your heart pounded. He started unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans.

"Gonna take real good care of you..." He whispered. You watched his knife carefully, he glanced up at you and then looked at the knife. He smiled, "Not scared of this old thing are you?". You shook your head, "No." You gave him a small pathetic smile. He leaned closer to your face, "Are you scared of me?". The blade contacted your thigh, you jumped a bit.

"No.". He smirked, "You really are something else" he softly chuckled. He kissed you before returning to his position. He took his boxers off revealing himself to you. You stared down at him unsure of how to respond.

It sprung up against his stomach and was easily 7ish inches. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Billy.

"Don't worry.." he rubbed the tip in-between your folds. "It'll only hurt for a moment." He smiled. He soon thrust himself in, causing a loud gasp. He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Don't wanna wake up your folks now do you?" He whispered. You shook your head no, he smiled and slowly thrusted. You tried to relax your body giving into the feeling. His hand was still planted in your mouth while his other gripped your hip and held his knife. He looked into your eyes showing no sympathy. He breathed heavily sometimes letting out a grunt.

You hand grabbed his wrist to the hand covering your mouth. He grinned down at you, observing you like a piece of art. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

"I.. wanna.. hear you.." he said in between breaths. Your breathing was jagged and your body was tense. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back. His arms wrapped around you back. He pulled you closer using your position to use you more. Billy groaned watching your face contort.

"so good..." He mumbled watching you. You moaned in response, you reached for his shoulder to grab on for support. A coil twisted in your stomach as you got more intense.

"Let it happen." Billy whispered knowing you were close. Your legs spasmed as you whined. Billy gently laid you back down, "Good girl." He smiled. He took his knife carving a B into your hip. You hissed softly, "What was that?". Billy just smirked and got up putting his clothes back on.

"You're leaving?" You whispered. Billy looked over "We have school tomorrow. But.. I promise I'll break up with Sydney by the end of this week.". You nodded, "okay. Bye Billy..". He leaned down to kiss you, "Bye.".

A week later

"Billy Loomis visited you?"

"Yes.. but I didn't know!"

"Did he mention anything?"

"He.. he mentioned breaking up with Sydney at the end of the week."

"Is that all?"

"He told me not to go to the party... I didn't know why.. well.. I do now."

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

Fights and Disagreements - a lyra and grayson fic

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disclaimer: it is VERY long. i wanted it to be shorter but it ended up being long like all of my other fics, even longer actually, and im sorry if you wanted a short read. ill try and make shorter fics from now on but i just love writing long pieces of work im sorry 😭😭

LYRA:

Lyra knew the words to describe Grayson. Patient, sweet, and protective, even if others didn’t see it. But at the moment, none of those things applied to him.

A week ago, Lyra had confronted Grayson about the fact that she thought he worked too much and rarely had time to spend on himself, let alone her, and he took her thoughts into consideration. He told her that he would to try to cut back on hours. Well, days went by with no change except for the excuse that “work was busy at the moment”, and Lyra started to get impatient. She’d confronted him again on the 6th day of no change, except with 0% patience and a disturbing amount of pettiness. Long story short, it had ended in a fight.

Lyra rounded the kitchen table and turned away from Grayson, words flying out of her mouth as she threw her hands up in the air.

“No change! That’s what I got from you Grayson! God, could you not be selfish for one fucking day in your life?!” She screamed, whirling around as she did. A flicker of anger entered Graysons usually calm eyes as he paced over to her, his hair messy from the amount of times he had ran his hands through it.

“I’m being fucking selfish? You haven’t even stopped to consider that maybe I’m working this hard because I’m actually fucking busy!” He shouted back. Lyra was taken aback. She had never heard Grayson shout that loud, let alone barely shout, and he didn’t seem to noticed when her back hit the kitchen island. Instead, he walked closer, his chest heaving. “Work has been stressful enough, Lyra, and I don’t need it fucking up my home life too!” With that last sentence, Grayson threw his hands up in the air, and a breath caught in Lyra’s throat as she did something she never thought she’d ever do in Graysons vicinity. She flinched, throwing her arms over her head. Once she realized she’d done it, her eyes widened and she slowly put her arms back to her side. Looking up, she saw Graysons wide eyes and shocked expression, as he’d stopped yelling.

“Lyra-“ He tried to say, guilt etching his features, before Lyra cut him off.

“Get out.” She said, her voice barely a whisper. She didn’t know where out was, but she just wanted him somewhere away from her right now. And she really didn’t want to cry in front of him, or go to sleep in the same bed as him. Grayson stayed silent for a few moments, before speaking again.

“Lyra, what?” He says, his tone confused. He tries to speak again, before Lyra cuts him off again.

“Get. Out.” She said, her voice quiet again but brimming with intensity. Grayson held her gaze for about 5 seconds, a swarm of emotions stuck on his face, before suddenly stomping off. Lyra wouldn’t let a single tear fall until she heard that door close, and once she did, she slid to the floor, sobs racking her chest. Her eyes caught her phone on the island table, and, without thinking, she pulled herself up, and dialed a number. The line was ringing for about 4 seconds, until the girl on the other end of the line picked up.

“Hello?” Avery said. Lyra swallowed, before speaking.

“I changed my mind. I think I will be able to be apart of your girls hang out night.”

GRAYSON:

The only thing that Grayson had on him as he stormed out of the house that he and Lyra had moved into was his phone and car keys, which could only do so much. Anger almost took hold of him, until he had remembered the way Lyra flinched when he raised his arms, and all that anger had been smothered by drowning guilt. Did she think that he would hurt her? Allow himself to lay even a single finger on her? The truth was, Grayson never would. But still, she thought that in a fit of anger, he would. Grayson was disgusted with himself. He tried to think back to the argument, tried to think back to where it all went wrong, but all he could hear was Lyra calling him “fucking selfish”, and that anger rose again.

Grayson pulled open his car door, sat inside, and slammed it shut, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway without thinking of where he was really going. Maybe he could book a hotel. Or just stay at a cafe/restaurant for a bit and figure things out later. But instead, his hand found his phone, and without thinking, he texted the groupchat with him and his brothers in it. No words, but instead, 3 numbers.

911.

LYRA:

When Lyra knocked on the door of Libby’s little house that she and Nash lived in, she knew how she looked. She could barely see herself in the reflection of some of her glass flower pots, and what she saw was a sniffling girl with red eyes and mascara streaks running down her cheeks. When Libby opened the door with Max and Avery by her side, her grin was smothered.

“Lyra..” Libby said, her voice soft. She looked like she was going to continue as she searched Lyra’s face with concern, but Lyra interrupted, wiping her eyes with her hand as she spoke with the most normality she could muster up.

“So, can we watch that movie you guys were talking about?”

Lyra had been watching some random romcom for 20 minutes, meanwhile her mind had been preoccupied on something else. On the fight. She was going to continue to watch-but-not-watch the movie, when Max stood up and paused it.

“OkayIcan’ttakethisanymore.” She rushed out in one breath as she stood up and turned to Lyra, her hands on her hips. “What the fax happened to you?” Lyra looked down when Avery and Libby looked at her expectantly. She could beat around the bush, but she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“I got in a bad fight with Grayson.” Lyra mumbled, wiping her cheeks that still had some mascara smudged on them. She wanted to leave it at that, but the expectant look on the girls’ faces didn’t falter even once.

“And? What did he do?” Avery asked her. Lyra sighed, before explaining what happened start to finish.

“Cheezits, he sucks. Should I punch him in his cheekbones the next time I see him?” Max immediately asked as soon as she stopped explaining. The question was so sudden and unexpected that Lyra choked out a laugh sob, before speaking.

“No need, Max. It’s not all his fault. I mean, I acted rashly and just went straight to screaming but..” Lyra’s brow furrowed as she recalled the fight. “He barely even tried to hear me out. Does he know that I’ve barely even seen him this past month?” Emotion creeped into Lyra’s voice, before she shook her head and picked at her nails. Libby took her hand in hers and smiled at Lyra softly.

“I know that fights with spouses are hard, but I promise you, you will look back on this moment and see something to learn from, even if you weren’t much in the wrong.” Libby said, gently. Lyra smiled softly at her, but her heart still felt heavy. She loved Grayson. So. Damn. Much. And it felt like stabbing pins in her chest to be away from him for this reason. But maybe some space to clear her head was good.

“I actually don’t really want to talk about this,” Lyra said, smiling softly. “But can we continue watching the movie?” Max barely waited for her to finish her sentence before she took off towards the kitchen.

“Snacks time!” She cheered.

GRAYSON:

By the time Grayson had shown up at the front gates of Hawthorne House, all his brothers were there already. He had heard that Nash was staying there because Libby wanted to have a girls night, but Jameson and Xander had probably came in the time it took for him to drive there. Grayson walked in the front gates with an eerily empty feeling inside him to be away from Lyra. Already he could feel a pit in his stomach, just thinking about going home to a possible empty house. To sleeping alone, without her body wrapped around his. What did it matter that he was angry? He hurt her, and in doing so hurt himself too. His thoughts were interrupted by Xander speeding down the halls and hurling himself at Grayson. Luckily they were on carpeted floor, otherwise Grayson would have gotten some sort of head trauma.

“Thereeee is my darlingggg brothe- oh.” Xander said, starting with a yodeling sing-song voice before returning to his normal tone as he studied Grayson’s face. “You’re looking a little rough there, Gray.” A little rough was an understatement. Not only was Grayson working himself to the bone and getting no sleep, which was why he had such vicious under eyes, but he was also exhausted from his fight with Lyra. His hair was a mess, and Grayson was sure he looked like one too.

“Anyways,” Xander said, shaking off the awkwardness of the moment before with a grin. “The festivities are in the Great Room.”

Grayson successfully managed to wipe off the remaining bit of whipped cream on his shoulder, which was caused by Jameson, who was ruthless with the amount of pies he threw, as he raised a brow at Xander.

“Were the pies really necessary, Xan?” Grayson asked him. Xander grinned before nodding, shoving another spoon in his 3rd pie so far. Grayson felt more at ease than he had hours before, but the fight dawned on him again and suddenly the empty feeling came again. Nash leaned forward, capturing Graysons gaze with his own.

“Now it’s time to tell us what’s goin’ on, Gray. You didn’t call this 911 for no reason. Last time you did, it was because you were hurting,” Nash drawled, flicking a speck of whipped cream off his arm before meeting Graysons eyes again. “You hurting again?” Grayson wanted to say no. Wanted to come up with some fake problem. But then the memory of Lyra throwing her arms up over her head hits him again, and, without meaning to, Grayson placed his hands over his face, covering his eyes. It was a pain he’d never experienced before, that kind of heart break where you wish you could go back in time and change your actions. If he shouted less loudly. If he actually took consideration to her words and took a break, even if his job needed him. If he would finally do the right thing. He wanted nothing more than to melt into Lyra’s skin, to hold her soft hair in his hands, to fall asleep with her in his arms.

But some things were easier said than done.

Suddenly, two hands were prying the ones off his face, and Grayson found himself face to face with Jameson.

“What is it? Something to do with Lyra? Did your poor PI finally break and quit?” Jameson asked him, taunting Grayson for the fact that he tended to have 0 patience when it came to Zabrowski. At the mention of Lyra’s name, Grayson lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from coming. Luckily, he had been able to turn off his ability to cry since he was little, lest the old man saw him.

“So it is Lyra.” Jameson said again, raising a brow. Grayson opened his eyes, looked back up at Jameson, and that’s when the words started flowing out of his mouth.

Grayson closed his mouth, finally done explaining, and his brothers stayed silent for a few moments. That was, until Jameson decided to speak.

“Maybe we should start a go fund me for Lyra.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Grayson. Nash elbowed him and sent him a warning look, before turning to Grayson.

“I’m not gonna lie Gray, you thoroughly fucked up,” Nash drawled, the words still somehow coming out brotherly. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right. You can stay for a few hours more, or for the night, whatever pleases ya, but you should get back to try and apologize, even if you weren’t fully in the wrong.” Jameson made a face at that last part.

“So, are we lying to him now?” Jameson said. Nash looked like he was about to throttle him, but Grayson just snorted. Honestly, he needed the humour after this depressingly serious night.

“Ooh!” Xander suddenly butted in, a grin on his face. “If you’re staying the night, then that means we can have a movie marathon!” A ghost of a smile touched Graysons face, but he shook his head.

“I’ll stay for maybe another 30 minutes, but afterwards I should be getting back. I’ve been here for long enough, and I think I’m ready to talk things out with Lyra.” He said. He felt almost giddy at the thought of being able to come face to face with her again, even though she’ll probably hate him for hurting her. Nash nodded, before speaking.

“You do that,” He said, with a smile. “And you have to stay and help us clean up the mess we made with the pies anyway.” Grayson smiled back, his heart feeling significantly lighter.

LYRA:

Lyra said goodbye to the girls before getting in her car and driving off. But then she thought about coming home to an empty house and her heart twinged with sadness again. Would Grayson come home some time in the night? Would he sleep on the couch and be gone in the morning? Or would he stay somewhere else for the night? Lyra didn’t know.

She parked in the driveway of her house, before getting out of the car and unlocking her front door. She stepped inside, listening for any movement or sounds, and felt disappointed when she didn’t hear any. Going to her room, well, hers and Graysons room, she stripped off her clothes and put on her pjs, exhaustion slowing her movements. Going to her vanity, she brushed through her hair, and that’s when she heard it. The front door opening.

Lyra’s heart jolted, both with surprise and excitement to see Grayson again tonight, until she remembered that she was supposed to be mad at him. She sat down at the vanity and took off all her jewelry, ignoring Graysons pursues around the house for her. When he stepped into the bedroom, Lyra had to hold herself back from turning to face him. She just continued to take off her necklaces, taking longer than she should and setting them on her jewelry holder neatly. Grayson just stared at her from behind, before finally speaking.

“I’m sorry.” He said. That almost broke the floodgates, and Lyra had to hold herself back from jumping into his arms and letting him carry her to bed. She needed him to first recognize what he’d done, and then maybe there would be time for jumping in his arms.

“What for?” Lyra said, pettiness and anger tinging her tone. Grayson came beside her chair and knelt to his knees, and although Lyra knew it was so that he could get to her height, there was still a part of her that thought he was getting on his knees to beg. There was still a part of her that felt giddy at the thought.

“I’m sorry for not taking time off from work when you asked. I’m sorry for ignoring your suggestions when you first came to me about them. I’m sorry for ever letting you think I would hurt you. I will never hurt you Lyra, and I will not ever let today happen again.” He said. Lyra froze. She’d expected an apology, but she hadn’t expected… that. The truth was, she didn’t think that Grayson would actually hurt her on purpose. She thought that in a fit of anger, his thrown-in-the-air arms would hit her and he wouldn’t notice. It was what he said that hurt her more. She still didn’t look at him, but finally spoke.

“So, you’ll change?” She asked him.

“Yes.” The words flying off his tongue. Lyra felt satisfied by how fast the answer came. Finally turning to look at him, she raised a brow at him, a mild look of anger still on her face.

“I hope you at least missed me on your workaholic month.” She said, raising a brow at him to answer. He stood straighter, his pupils growing larger once she met his gaze.

“I did.” This answer came just as quick as the last, almost like he had been waiting, dying to finally talk to her. Then, he picked her up off the chair and hugged her, holding her tight in his arms. “So damn much.” Lyra’s heart fluttered as Grayson wrapped his arms around her lower back and held her close, digging his head into the space between her neck and shoulders. Lyra was quick to return the hug, squeezing her eyes shut as she melted onto him, her feet dangling in the air.

Some moments didn’t require any words. Sometimes, all you could do was hold each other and breathe.

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[amyispxnk]

My Kind of Woman

Chapter 5: Collide

Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter

Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks he’s ready.

Chapter summary - Joel makes up for the time he stood you up.

A/N: just wanted to say a big thank you for the support on this series so far! love u all<3

also im so excited for this chapter because they’re finally starting to (officially) like eachother guysss ahh

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, a few dirty thoughts (because what is this fic without them), slight language

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Also this chapter has a song..!

The next week, you have another lighter schedule - two patrols and three nights at the Tipsy Bison. Unfortunately though, your first patrol is on Monday morning at the ass-crack of dawn, and Joel can definitely tell that you’re not a morning person from it.

“So today we’re heading out to-” he begins, and you cut him off.

“I know, Joel.” You sigh heavily, getting annoyed just from that in your grumpy state. He doesn’t take it personally though, quickly deducing what’s wrong.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” He chuckles, and you just nod, taking another large swig of your coffee before screwing the lid back on and going over to May, your mare, to prep her for the patrol.

He does the same, keeping conversation light and just asking about your supplies and whatnot, still receiving a little attitude from you despite his efforts, before the two of you exit Jackson’s gates once more.

After almost an hour of riding, the sun is close to being fully risen and you find yourself watching it with awe. You never really took the time to watch the sun rise, but it really was beautiful, especially out here with no distractions or pollution to ruin the view of it.

“It’s so pretty.” You find yourself commenting, and Joel looks over at you, seeing the view which you’re talking about.

“I guess. I can think of something prettier, though.” He murmurs, staring directly at you. You turn to face him and realise what he’s done, smiling shyly before averting your gaze once more.

“So, where’s that music store you were talking about last time?” You ask.

“It ain’t this way, so I don’t think we could go today. We could try go on Thursday’s patrol, though. ‘S just a little ways past that town we cleared.” Joel replies, to which you nod.

“Guess we’ll go then.”

That morning’s patrol is fairly quick and quiet, a few straggling runners dotted around the outlook you two end up at, and nothing more.

You get back to Jackson just before lunchtime and return your horses and weapons. You’re tending to May, giving her a treat and combing her mane, when Joel enters the stables.

“Hey.” He says, voice gruff and nervous, almost.

“Hey,” you smile, turning to face him, “what’s up?”

“Nothin’, just.. It’s lunchtime.”

You nod slowly, a little confused. He picks up on this and sighs.

“Wanted to ask if you.. if you wanted to come over for lunch. Ellie’ll be there too… Thought it might be nice.” He mumbles, not able to meet your eye as he braces himself for rejection.

“That sounds great! I’d have to get changed and stuff, so I could be over in maybe.. Half an hour?” You say, smile wider now, and he finally looks back up at you, trying to hide his surprise.

“Yeah- yeah. That sounds good. See you then.” He says, giving you a wry smile before leaving you in the stables, hurrying back home to get everything ready for you. It was a last minute decision, and he was honestly already regretting it, but he just wanted to spend more time with you. Even though the two of you had just spent almost 4 hours together, he needed more.

Ellie’s surprised to see him in such a rush, and to see him in the kitchen actually cooking something for once.

“Dude.. what are you doing?” She laughs as she watches him pull out a pot and almost throw open the fridge door.

“I invited her over for lunch. Dunno what I was thinking.” He grumbles, squeezing his eyes together and pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation when Ellie cheers and whoops excessively.

“You finally did it! Oh my god. It only took you 10 years.” She smirks, sitting at the island and watching him grab the most random ingredients, as if they’ll make something good when he puts them together. Her brows furrow before pity floods her system, and she gets up with a deep sigh.

“Okay, what are you actually doing..?” She says, rounding the island and coming to his side.

“I don’t.. I don’t know,” he sighs, “this is gonna be shit.”

“Not if I can help it.” She says, determined to not let this fail. “Just.. gimme 20 minutes and I can make something good.”

“You want any help, or-”

“No! You have to go get ready for your date!” She says abruptly, cutting him off and grinning slyly when he starts going red at her words.

“It’s not a date.. She’s just coming over for lunch. You’re gonna be here anyway…” He mutters, turning and going upstairs to get ready nonetheless.

“You keep telling yourself that, old man.” She smirks, getting herself busy with the cooking.

20 minutes later, Joel comes downstairs freshly shaved and changed into some better clothes than the ones he wore for patrol.

Ellie lets out a low whistle when she sees him. “Wowwww, you actually look half-decent for once. Well done.” She teases, to which he just rolls his eyes.

“What’d you make? Actually looks half-decent.” He smirks as he comes to see what Ellie’s cooked up.

“I made this spaghetti for us, and it looks more than decent to me, thank you very much.”

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Just breathe.

You keep repeating that in your mind as you walk down the street to Joel’s home. Overthinking, as always, but trying to quell your thoughts when you reach his front porch and make your way up the steps. You clench your fists, taking a deep breath before raising your hand and knocking on the door. It’s opened surprisingly quickly by a very eager Ellie, ushering you inside and informing you that Joel’s just finishing up in the kitchen. You start up some conversation with Ellie as the two of you sit at the table, waiting for Joel. He approaches with the food and your breath catches in your throat when you see him.

He looks fucking beautiful.

He’s wearing a different shirt, one you’ve never seen him in before. It’s a deep green, with the sleeves rolled up just past his forearms and exposing even more skin which you try your hardest not to salivate over, and it’s tucked into his jeans. The jeans are criminally tight on him and you quickly avert your gaze when you catch yourself almost eyeing his bulge, finally meeting his eyes.

“Joel. Hi.” You breathe, and he gives you an equally flustered greeting.

You had just changed into one of your better sweaters and some jeans. Both of them hugged your body perfectly, showing off your curves. The sweater was off-shoulder so it showed off your collarbones as well.

You guessed the outfit was a good choice when Joel’s brain visibly short-circuits at the sight of you, and he blinks a few times before he even realises you’ve said something to him, greeting you back and setting the food down.

“Ohh, damn it. You know what I just remembered? Dina actually wanted to see me like… now. So I guess I’m gonna have to leave you guys here. So sorry.” Ellie smirks, clearly not guilty in the slightest as she gets up from the table and makes her way to the front door.

“Have a nice lunch, you two.”

Joel looks like a deer in headlights, still standing by the table as Ellie leaves, the door swinging shut and leaving the two of you in silence.

“I’m gonna just.. grab some forks.” He mumbles, and you nod, watching him leave and trying not to focus on how good his ass looks in those jeans.

After giving himself a silent pep talk in the kitchen, he returns with the forks and sits across from you at the table.

At first, the conversation is a little slow. Mundane topics like what else have you been up to and the weather’s been looking good recently but eventually, you get into a flow, moving from topic to topic, laughing together and having a really good time.

“This has been great, Joel. Thank you.” You say after helping him clean everything up, much to his protest - ‘you’re my guest, shouldn’t be cleanin’ up’ - but you insisted.

“Pleasure’s mine.” He smiles softly, willing himself to not get lost in your eyes again, averting his gaze quickly.

“Um.. you don’t have to leave just yet.” He starts, and you turn back to face him.

“Got a few guitars upstairs, if you wanted to play… I know we didn’t really get to last time.” He offers shyly, and you can’t hide your grin this time. You’re finally getting to hear Joel play.

“I’d like that.” You say, and he nods, going upstairs to grab them.

He comes back and hands you one, the two of you sitting down in the living room as you strum a little.

“So, what d’you wanna play?” He asks after a minute of letting you get acquainted with the guitar.

“I actually wanted to hear you play first… If that’s okay! It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna-”

“Nah. Figure I owe it to ya.” He says, thinking of a song and taking a deep breath before starting to play. It’s a little bit of a bold choice, but he figures he could play it off if you don’t receive it well.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You’re barely waking

And I’m tangled up in you

You’re stunned into silence as his deep voice cuts through the air, positively transfixed by it and his skilful playing. You’re so entranced that you barely realise the lyrics of the song, but when you do, your eyes go even wider.

But I’m open, you’re closed

Where I follow, you’ll go

I worry I won’t see your face

Light up again

Surely he doesn’t mean it. He just chose a random song. He hasn’t made the same association with it that you have. It’s just a random song.

Even the best fall down sometime

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find

You and I collide

You listen quietly as he plays all the way til the end of the song, admiring how he plays, as lost in the music as you find yourself becoming.

You finally find

You and I collide

A final strum rings through the air as he looks up at you, meeting your wide eyes with his own, hoping that you understood what he meant from the song.

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted by the front door swinging open.

The moment is lost, and you blink quickly, standing up as two voices come from the front door.

“Yeah, we can just go to the gara- oh. Hey.” Ellie says bashfully, realising she’s probably just interrupted something.

“We’re just going to my place. Sorry.” She chuckles, walking through the living room with Dina, to whom you offer a small wave. Dina’s a nice girl, you know her from the school.

As the back door closes, you look back at Joel.

“I should probably get going.” You say, offering him a small smile.

He just nods, clearing his throat to fill the silence.

“I knew you’d be good at guitar.” You comment, and he smiles back at you this time.

“Thanks, sweetheart. You want me to walk you home?” He asks as the two of you walk to the front door.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you on Thursday?” You ask as red taints your cheeks once more from that name.

“Yep. See you then.”

“Thank you for this. Bye, Joel.” You say, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, something you’d decided to do before you could think about it too hard, before opening the front door and leaving him once again stunned, frozen in place on the other side.

You exhale shakily, taking a second to calm your nerves before heading back home.

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[dahliascophin]

ur chris fics FEED ME (I’ve been unhealthily obsessed with that man🤗), and I was wondering if you could do a x reader where she’s just as nerdy/dorky as him. Like maybe she gets super flustered around him and he thinks it’s adorable. 😋

Match his freak? yeah okay match his geek? THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT BABY.

Content: Dom!Chris, Sub!Reader. Fluffy-ish for the most part, nerdy bullshit (coming from a nerd), Sleeper-build!Chris AND Perv!Chris for this one bcus.. duh!

- Thinking about how Chris meeting his nerdy match would have him crushing within minutes of talking.

- Yapping to eachother about a videogame you both play and he's staring at you in awe as you show him your collection of rare/ledgendary items... lowkey jealous but more impressed.

- When you guys sit close and touch shoulders while gaming and he sees you get nervous and squirmy he, at first is confused and worried he's making you uncomfortable... but when you don't move away from him and actually scoot closer.. he finally gets the memo

- how about how he fantasizes about making you flustered because your blushy face and nervous mannerisms are kinda making him hard?

- Him growing bolder as you start making move on him too, if you hadnt made the first moves he probably.. never would've done anything.. even at gun point ( haha.. )

- when the tension gets too dense and he decides to sit behind you one day while gaming on your bed, he notices just how much your squirming while almost fully in his lap by now. he leans to whisper to you- knowing you'll fuck up and die in the game.

- "Y'know.. you're squirming isn't helping me here.."

- you fuck up. and die. immediately. you huff and turn your head to face him- making a bratty retort out of frustration... not realizing what you had said till half way through when your tone changed from mad to quiet and drifted off.

- " Well.. if you weren't breathing down my neck and pointing out the fact im horny from just sitting near you.. maybe i wouldnt have.. fucked... up.......uh-oh-"

- He looks at you with a baffled but smug expression as he switches the game to single player- setting his controller down. you go wide eyed as you think he's going to leave and stop being friends with you. only to find yourself pressed into his chest as his hands rest on the insides of your thighs.

- "Aw.. if you'd said so earlier i could've fixed this a lot sooner, babe.."

- This is how you ended up on your stomach on your bed in the Prone-Bone position getting slowly fucked while he forces you to try to not die in your game... let's just say you died 12+ times.

[rockermybuddie]

Lighting

Tommy x Evan “Buck”

Summary: While Evan waits at home for Tommy to get home from his shift a thunderstorm is brewing. Storms usually dont bother him but ever since he was struck my lighting he gets flashabcks. When Tommy arrives home he finds Evan hiding in a closet.

Tw: ptsd, panic attacks

A/n: Im sure this story has been done before but heres my take on it !

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On the way home from work Evan notices the dark clouds in the sky. “I hope it doesn’t storm” he says to himself. He gets his phone out to check the weather. Theres only a 20% chance of a storm but thats not zero.

He taps Tommys name hoping he answers. No answer but soon after a text followed.

Tommy❤️: On a call, call when I can. Love you.

Evan sighs and slips his phone back in as pocket as he puts his jeep in park in the driveway.

Evan head’s upstairs and unpacks his work bag putting his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. He hops in the shower to wash away all the dirt.

When he gets out he puts on a pair of Tommys sweatpants and one of Tommys sweatshirts so it feels like Tommys wrapped around him.

He heads downstairs to start making dinner. Hopefully Tommy is home soon, his shift ends in an hour.

As he cooks dinner he can hear the rain start to hit the ground. Evan took in a deep breath, “its just rain.” He tells himself.

A loud clap of thunder roared through the house, that made Evan jump accidentally grabbing the hot pan on the stove.

“Ouch!” Evan yells shaking his hand in pain. He takes a look at his hand, its really red and might leave a small blister but nothing to worry about.

He ran his hand under some cold water to soothe the pain.

The kitchen lit up from a lightning strike and thunder roared through the house again. Evan closed his eyes try to take in slow deep breaths to calm his nerves.

His eyes shot open when another clap of thunder happened. He ran upstairs and went into the guest room and shut himself in the closet.

The guest room only had one window so he should be safe. He brought his knees up to his chest and buried his head between his knees covering his ears with his hands.

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Tommy finally arrived back at the station, he tried calling Evan back but he didnt answer. He figured Evan was cooling dinner or in the shower, he’ll probably call back in a few minutes.

Tommy got into his truck and drove home. He tried calling Evan again, but still no answer.

When Tommy walked into the house he took off his wet shoes and left them by the door. He smelled burnt food and a hint of smoke.

“Evan?” He called out. No answer. He walked into the kitchen and saw the sink running and a pan on the stove with smoke coming out. He quickly turned the stove off putting the pan in the sink.

“Evan?!” He calls out again. Tommy starts to worry as its not like Evan to leave something on the stove unattended, he is a firefighter he knows the dangers.

Tommy trys calling but he hears Evans phone ringing and spots it on the floor. He knows hes home because his jeep is in the driveway.

Tommy begins looking around the house for Evan calling his name out.

“Evan?” Tommy says flipping on the light to the guest bedroom. He hears a soft sniffling sound coming from the closet.

He slowly walks over to it and opens the door, at first he just sees an empty closet but moves his head down to look at his phone when be sees Evan curled up sitting on the floor.

“Evan? What are you doing in here?” Tommy asks, he squats down placing his hands on Evans back and on his knee.

Evan looks up and sees Tommy, part of him is relieved that Tommy is home. The other part is still petrified of the storm.

“Baby whats wrong?” Tommy asks, Evans face is stained with tears as more fall, his hands are shaking. “T-t-t-the….. storm���..” Evan stutters out.

At first Tommy was confused then he realizes Evan is having PTSD from when he was struck by lightning. That explains the stove being left on and the sink running.

Tommy sits on the ground bringing Evan in closer to him. “Its okay, i’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen. You’re safe Evan.” Tommy says against Evans head giving him small kisses.

“Evan, your hand.” Tommy says when he notices the redness and blistering on Evans hand. “I accidentally touched the pan, when i got scared. I guess its a little worse than i thought.” Evan says his voice shaky.

It took some convincing but Tommy got Evan to walk to the bathroom with him so he could properly treat his hand.

“I’m sorry about dinner.” Evan apologizes. “Dont you worry about that. Its okay. I know storms can be scary.” Tommy reassures him as he finishes wrapping his hand.

Another clap of thunder shook the house, Tommy quickly wrapped his arms around Evan soothing him as it passes.

“See? Everything’s okay. I’m here.” Tommy kisses Evans bandaged hand. “I’m going to go make dinner, want to come?” He asks. Evan shook his head yes, hes not going anywhere where Tommy isnt.

The two ate dinner together on the couch so Evan could be as close to Tommy as he needed to be. While Tommy showered Evan sat on the toilet.

When they laid down for bed Tommy took the side of the bed that was closet to the window so Evan could have the opposite. He wrapped Evan up in his arms tight so he would feel secure.

This was the safest Evan has felt all night, it didnt take long for him to fall asleep.

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[kyday]

Solace | Kate Bishop

Summary: It's one of those nights again where Kate disappears and doesn't come back until it's early morning. You have finally had enough. warnings: bad writing (sorry not sorry), few swear words. light angst with a happy ending. enjoy!! wordcount: 1200+ ------------------

Katiee 💘: hey love, i know you’re at work right now, but im just telling you that ill be busy the entire day. I have so much to do today so i might not be able to open my phone as often.

You: hi babyyy, its fine. i get it,  just make sure to text me once everything  is over, okay? love you.

Katiee 💘: of course, dont worry. love you too, mwuah! 9:23 am

It was 11:34 pm, the flickering lights of NYC fluttered outside your window, and the constant noise of cars passing by was nothing new. You had been up all night waiting for a reply from your girlfriend, Kate.

Her last reply was in the morning, after that— radio silence. Her silence was unnerving, although you had gotten used to her doing this, it never was this drastic. You kept opening your phone every time it turned on, expecting it was her message, but still; nothing.

You: babyy, are you free noww? if not, i hope you finish up soon. mwuah. 6:02 pm

You:

heyy, i know this is probably just one of your busy days but are you donee? lucky misses you already.  text me when you get this. 7:35 pm 

You:

kate, Im getting worried. you haven't been answering the entire day. is everything fine? please text me once you see this. 9:00 pm

You:

Kate??? Please tell me you’re okay. I'm worried sick. 9:58 pm

You anxiously paced around your bedroom, at the corner of the room Lucky was sleeping on his bed. He was planning on staying up with you but at 10 pm he accidentally fell asleep. You make your way to the dining room, leaving a light on— you’ll wait for Kate here.

You can feel your eyes slowly giving up, trying to keep yourself up— you try to rub your face to stay awake a bit more. 

This hasn’t been the first time Kate has done this. Ever since last year when she hit that large bell tower, she had changed. There were times you often pretended to not know when she had cuts or bruises— she was a bad liar. You can often see her limping or wincing every time she moves.

You never questioned her about it though. You didn't want to overwhelm her especially since her mother got sent to jail for murdering people. But ever since that— it seemed like she was burying herself in her work more and more. The cuts or bruises were more visible, you remember when she didn't come home for a day and she blamed it on her cousin who was in town and wanted some tour around NYC.

Right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the sound of keys clattering and curses being mumbled as the person entered the front door. You recognized the voice to be Kate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you standing in front of the couch. There was a moment of silence between you, “Where the hell have you been?” You questioned in disbelief. She puts down her bow on the nearest table, you watch her intently.

“The company had me go overtime since there were extra projects due. Look, I sorry-” 

She explains but you quickly cut her off. “Oh my god, then why the hell do you bring your fucking bow or why couldn't you even text me once? Do you think I'm stupid Kate?” She sighs, massaging her temple.

“Y/n, let's not do this right now.” She mumbles, giving you a tired look. “I'm tired, we can talk about this in the morning.” You shook your head immediately.

You stepped closer to her. “No, we are talking about this now. Because in the morning you’ll be gone even before I wake up. Goddamit, I'm not oblivious! I know that your work isn't from seven am to eleven fucking pm!” Kate is starting to become more irritated with you, trying to bite her tongue from saying anything.

“What the hell are you hiding from me? I was worried sick, I waited up until what? Eleve-” You look at the clock. 12:10 am. “Its fucking midnight!” Kate knows she deserves this, but she's tired, way too tired to fight right now.

“Who said you had to fucking wait for me?” She replies, stunning you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh my god, maybe because I'm your girlfriend, Kate! Have you ever thought of that?”

As the tension in the room thickened, Kate's expression softened, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to worry you," she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I know I've been distant lately, and I haven't been completely honest with you."

You can feel your frustration, but you are also worried. “Then why, Kate? Why do you keep shutting me out? Why are you not telling me the truth?” Kate looks down in guilt, her superhero duties have been such a huge thing for her that she forgot her true priority, you.

“I haven't been honest with you..” She starts off.

“No shit Sherlock.” You mumble, earning a smile from her.

She coughs, “I know this may uh- this may seem unbelievable but I've been working with Hawkeye to bring this organization down.” She stopped to see your reaction, but your face was like stone. “And just— today we were so close to getting them but they got away.” Kate continues, her voice turning into a whisper at the end, you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“But you didn't have to hide it from me, Kate.” You start, tears welled up in Kate’s eyes.

“I didn't want to make you worry, I'm so sorry.” She whispers.

You walk over to her and wipe her tears. “I'm always worrying about you, you know that. It doesn't matter how crazy your story is. Hell, if you told me you were fighting aliens, I would believe you. Because I trust you, Kate. And I need you to put that same trust in me.” You explain, hugging her.

You can feel her nod against your chest. “No more secrets, okay?” 

“Okay.” She mumbles, latching onto you.

You chuckle, “Come on, we can cuddle in bed.” She protests for a second, saying she wants to lie down on the floor. But you manage to convince her into going to the bedroom for cuddles.

She plops down on the mattress, and you follow behind her. “I'm sorry again, I won't do it again, love.” She looks up at your eyes, you smile at her. 

“It's okay now. Just go to bed, okay?” She nods, and she inches closer to you before pressing her lips onto yours. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight love.” Kate mumbles tiredly, cuddling up to you. And for a moment, the loud cars outside quieted down, and the bright city lights weren't so bright anymore. 

Kate realized that she could only have this comfort with you.

[jamies-latex-lust]

Batman Beyond Quinnfatuated

After being knocked unconscious, Terry woke up, tied to a chair. Bruce had asked him to look into a gang of Harley Quinn impersonators. When he arrived at the scene, a gas had filled the air, making it harder to breathe. After that, Terry had felt something hard hit the back of his head and passed out.

“So, you’re the new Bats?” Came a voice.

Terry’s vision came back to him slowly, but he could tell the voice wasn’t from anyone around him.

“I gotta say, I love the new costume. Black and red! My colors!”

“Who’s there?!” Terry shouted, looking around.

With his vision back to what it was, he could see several figures standing around. All of them had red and black jester uniforms, white foundation and black domino masks. They all looked like Harley Quinn.

“Ooh, look, he’s awake,” one said.

“Our new recruit,” another said, with the same voice.

“You guys with the Jokerz out something?” Terry asked.

“‘Fraid not, puddin’,” Another voice said.

All the Harley Quinn “impersonators” started converging on Terry.

“I can’t wait to have fun with 'im,” one said.

“Me neither,” another said.

“Who’s in charge here?!” Terry demanded.

“Up here, suga!” The first voice said.

Terry looked up and saw a screen with Harley Quinn on it.

“Like it?” She asked. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. How do I still look so good this far into the future? Simple! I uploaded a copy of my mind as an AI! It’s not quite what Mr. J would’ve done, but I got my own way of doing things.”

The other Harley Quinn’s grabbed Terry. Their fingers felt closer than they should. That was when Terry realized, he’d been placed into one of the jester costumes as well.

“Wondering what I’m about to do?” AI Harley asked. “Simple! I’m about to turn you into another me, just like all these pretty girls here!”

The other Harley’s all began touching Terry all over.

“Not yet, girls,” AI Harley said. “I ain’t done my villain monologue.”

The other Harley’s backed off and one held up a powder puff.

“See that?” AI Harley asked. “We’re gonna powder your face full a my special foundation! It’ll change your body and mind to be just like me! Don’t worry though. We’ll be using an extra special kind. It’ll change ya slower. You’ll still be under our control, but your body won’t turn as fast. After all, once everyone on the planet is me, we’ll need to keep the Harley Quinn Race going somehow. That’s where your genes come in. Only the best for future generations!”

“Yeah, right,” Terry said, sarcastically.

As AI Harley talked, Terry used a Batarang to cut through the ropes tying him done. Terry leapt to his feet, shaking slightly from the high heels he’d been put in, and rushed off. Some of the Harley’s tried to block him, but he tackled them and kept running.

Terry tried to reach for his communicator, only to realize, “Right! They jacked my costume!”

He kept running through the lair, trying to find a way out. Behind him, he heard the sound of numerous high heels, too many to tell, coming after him.

As he turned one corner, he saw light coming from alter corner down the end of the hall. Terry rushed to that corner. If he could escape, he could warn Bruce and come up with a plan. Except…

Once he rounded the bend, he saw a dead end. The light has been nothing more than a screen. AI Harley was on it, blowing a raspberry.

“Fooled ya,” AI Harley said, gleefully. “But don’t worry. The girls will get ya soon. Then you’ll be just another one of me!”

Terry smashed the screen in frustration. The sound of high heels was louder now. Terry turned his attention to the sound.

A group of ten Harley’s was coming for him. Their arms interlocked, with their hands on their hips. Behind them, another group of Harley’s, blocking any gaps from the first group. Behind the second group was a third, and fourth. An entire platoon of Harley’s had him cornered.

But as Terry watched, his hormones changed his dismay to… attraction?

All of the Harley’s he could make out were smiling seductively at him. Their bodies were curvy in just the right ways. Their hips swaying do alluringly as they walked. Terry couldn’t deny it. He was turned on.

Despite all the Harley’s looking the same, there were small differences. Some had more black on their costume, some had more red.

The Harley’s furthest away from Terry had faces that almost looked like dolls, painted on. But they still looked so sexy.

In an instant, Terry’s hormones had made him lose the will to fight these women. It was pointless anyway. They had an unbreakable barrier he couldn’t get through. But, his hormones asked, why would he want to?

These Harley copies wanted to take him and make him just like then. He couldn’t deny such beautiful women. Terry slowly walked towards them, giving himself over to the army of Harley’s.

Satisfied that their hostage had given himself up, the copies all dragged him back, locking the door behind them. One took the key and dropped it down her costume, but it didn’t matter. Terry was theirs now, and he wouldn’t fight it.

“Good job, girls,” AI Harley said. “Now, I know what you all wanna do, so have at him!”

All of the Harley’s surrounded Terry. One grabbed him and kissed him on the cheeks, leaving a smudge of red lipstick. Another grabbed Terry and kissed him on the chin, this time, leaving black lipstick smudges.

Terry was passed around all the Harley’s, who all smothered him in smooches. By the time they were done, his whole face was covered in red and black lipstick.

“Oh, that’ll never do,” one of the Harley’s said.

“We need to get you all cleaned up,” another Harley said.

Terry was pushed on to the chair, and two Harley’s sat on each of his legs. Feeling their butt cheeks through the thin rubber uniforms got Harley’s hormones raging more.

The Harley’s held up powder puffs and smacked them against Terry’s face. Each smack covered him with more and more foundation.

Once they were done, the Harley’s placed a red and black jester hood on Terry’s head.

“How do you feel, puddin’?” AI Harley asked.

The foundation had started to affect Terry’s mind, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Still, with him having been seduced by them, Terry wasn’t about to disobey the army of Harley Quinn’s.

“Good,” Terry caps, as his voice took on a higher pitch and Harley’s signature accent.

“It looks like he feels more than just good,” one of the Harley’s said, pointing to the stretching costume.

“Girls, you know what it’s time to do!” Another Harley said.

The Harley copies took their newest member and began wiring their magic on him. Terry was placed in a special machine the Harley’s had built. The lower half was used to, as the Harley’s put it, “squeeze the rubber chicken”, until he was dried out. The upper half either let him see the Harley copies to help him, or showed a screen of a hypno disc while AI Harley further conditioned Terry’s brain.

After about a week, the process had ended, and Harley emerged from the machine, completely transformed.

Her sisters brought her a new uniform. After that, they powdered her face with more foundation, before applying her lipstick like they were painting a doll.

Harley tucked her blonde hair under her black and red hood and joined her sisters at their side.

She had become their doll, no, their marionette, like she wanted. They were happy, and she was happy.

“Now that Batman’s gone, I can change the whole world!” AI Harley laughed.

The army of Harley Quinn’s laughed with the AI.

In no time, the entire population would be changed into exact genetic copies of Harley Quinn. None would be leader, as they were all the same. The world would be perfect.

The world would be Harley Quinn.

(As a Batman Beyond fan, and as someone spellbound by that last Harley Quinn AI image, I had to write this. Feel free to post this on your deviantArt page if you’d like, Mistress Jamie.) - This is a wonderful piece darling, very good job!

[laughingjack17]

Laughing Jack x Femreader

NSFW. 18+ swearing, violence, p-in-v, virginity lose, mention of murder, eating out, blowjob. unprotected sex

first person female reader

I was running around a run down amusement park, for what seem liked forever. A sickening laughter echoed around the ruins of the ripped tents and rusted rides. The being...it didn't look human...it's arms going down farther then arms should..black matted hair..cold piercings white eyes..long pointed striped coned nose..sharp teeth..white as a ghost...tall...to tall..standing at 8'2 and hunched over. dressed in a black and white clown like outfit, his knife like fingers and bandage hands....who was this thing like person...

"Laughing Jack..." i called out with lack of air in my lungs from running, meeting up with a dead end. I turned around and saw him grinning as he approached me. He towered over me, as i stud frozen to his giant form. He titles his head and bent down to my height.

"you're quite a quick one now arent you, doll face?" He's voice..it was deep and raspy..

Doll face? What's with the petname? I just stud there frozen staring at him like deer in headlights. He piercing white eyes, stripped pointy nose, inches from my face, and his sharp toothy smile.

"cat and mouse for what my love? im still gonna make you mine..." he leans a little closer, i finally broke out of the frozen trance. i tried to get away, but he pins me again the wall choking me.

"if you run away again ill kill you" his voice was sharp and demanding. i looked into his eyes, nodding slightly. he loosened his grip on my throat a little bit

"good girl..now behave yourself for me"

why am i enjoying this?

He leans in closer to me, titling his head so he doesn't stab me with his nose, and pressed his black painted lips against mine. my eyes were widen, but i fell into his trap, slowly closing my eyes kissing him back. He snaked his long arms around my waist as i wrapped my arms around his neck, we deepened the kiss. He brushed his long stripped tongue against my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I opened my mouth and he immediately shoves his tongue into my mouth, and down my throat. I moan as i feel his tongue fucking my throat, his grip on my waist tightened.

i shouldn't be enjoying this. he can easily kill me. but something about the way his lips move against mine, and his hands roaming my body...i just cant get enough. i squeaked as i felt him left me in the air and held my body against his. i wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat rise up between our bodies. He slided his hands under my shirt, unclipping my bra and cupping my breasts. I wrapped my tongue around and sucked on it. He squeezed my breasts giving me a little grunt as he takes me into a tent.

He pressed my body against on the the support beams, and pulled away from the kiss. Jack then kissed my neck softly and nibbling on it. I felt so helpless against him. I should be fighting away from him. But the way he grabs onto him, and the way his lips feel on me. makes me want him more than I should. His touch makes me shiver to my core.

"Jack please~" I gripped onto his feathered shoulders.

"be patient little doll, you're not ready for me yet" He dragged his striped tongue along my jawline.

Our breathing started growing heavier, has his hands slides down to my waist. I felt his shift throbbing against my heat.

We slowly started to undress each other as we slowly made out again. He laid me on the hard ground, the way he is man handling me is making me drip even more. Of course Jack noticed this.

He laughed, as he ran his figure along my slick. I gave him a small gasp. For knife like finger, he hasnt cut me or anything. I guess they're not knives. Because they're were soft and warm, and fleshy.

Jack seems to enjoy and seemed very satisfied with his work he has done on me. Because out of know where he shoves his middle finger inside me. My eyes widen letting out a deep gasps.

"my my, little doll you're tight..." he shoved his ring finger inside and hooked his finger, pressing his thumb on my clit. moving in a circular motion. This was enough to send me off my hight.

"First..time.." i managed to moan out the words, squirming around a little bit. Moaning and whimpering as he picks up speed.

" ill have to be very gentle with my candy face wont i..." He hooked his fingers a little more, keeping up speed. Scratching me out. His other hand, pitching and twisting my nipple. He leans over my body and kisses him deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as our tongues wrap around each other. He pulls away, and removed his fingers from inside me. He grabs my waist and lifted my lower half up a little bit, all at once i felt his tongue lick my walls and clit.

I immediately turned into a moan mess for him as stripped tongue was shoved into me and walls licked. I knitted at his hair, mooling for him, wanted him more and more. He lowered his thumb and rubbed my clit more. send shocks of pleasure to my core making me drool. This feeling i didnt want him to stop ever. I flet my head go hazy as I started seeing stars.

"Jaaack~ im gonna cum" I pulled at his hair a little bit squirming around. He gripped onto him tighter, making me stay still as he shoves his tongue deeper inside. By his actions he wants me to cum in his mouth. He rubs my clit harder, applying more pressure, making me moan louder. My body started trembling, then break as my orgasum spells out all over his face. And he he swallowed every last drop of it.

"little candy face, you taste so fucking delicious" he pulls away from my sloppy cunt. "i think you're ready now"

my eyes widen, and my face grew red. i know he's a tall man, or demon whatever he is. I knew he was gonna be big. But i don't know how he expects to fit that inside me. Jack whipped the drool off my face and rubbed it on his cock. I watched him, he has to be a good 10 incher. (random size. fit right for our tall boy 💅🏻) and it was hard, and heavy as he laid it on my stomach. He looks like a think long candy cane if to be honest.

"suck.."

He grabs my throat and puts me on my knees. I looked at his lengh, than up at him. He only stared at me, waiting. I gently wrapped my hand around it and gently rolled his foreskin back and licked the tip. He didnt make a sound until i put the tip into my mouth. His mouth hung open has let out a long sigh, as i pushed went deeper with his cock.

"fuck baby, just like that~" He put his hand on my head, holding my hair. "just..fuck ahh...just...just like that baby~"

i picked up speed a little. bobbing my head on his length. i couldn't get him all into my mouth. he probably knew i was struggling, he shoved my head all the way down on his cock. tears built up in my eyes as ai choked and gagged on it.

"come on my pretty little slut...you can handle it" he pulled my hair a little bit more thrusting into my mouth. i put my hand in his thigh and my other hand on the base of his cock.

He picked up more speed when left like i was ready for it. his thrusting growing sloppy and his moaning increased speaking straight jibberish. i was losing my breath every second he shoved it back into my throat. Then he aggressively shoved my head down one last time holding me there gripping my hair as he released into my throat.

His panting was heavy but soft, as he pulled out. i should him what i collected from him.

"such a good little girl arent you, swallow it.."

i did swallow it, he tasted like cotton candy. i licked my lips still looking up at him.

"fuck Y/N...." he picked me up turning me and puts me on my knees. slowly pushing my upper half to the ground. i felt the cold dirt against my breasts. his hands groping and squeezing my ass and hips. jack put his hand in front of my mouth

"spite"

I did as he told me, take his hand away and rubs my saliva onto his lengh. i felt the tip against the lips of my soaking cunt. i pushed myself onto my elbows, my eyes widen as jack pushes the tip inside. i let out soft quiet moan as he close pushed himself deeper inside. it burned but it wasn't unpleasant. the tears tripled down a little.

"just a little bit more baby...let me know when your ready..."

he pushed him deeper and deeper until his waist was pressed against me. letting me adjust to his size.

"move please.." jack gripped onto my waist as he slowly pulls out and pushes it back in earning himself to the soft whimpering and moans that rolled out of my mouth. Jack mumbling to himself as his head titled back a little bit

"holy fuck doll face..." he started to pick up his paste every few seconds making me grow louder.

"j-jack..jack please more fuck me more..."

"be patient candy drop....fucking god so fucking tight" he clenched his eyes shut tightly.

He slowly thrusted faster, deeper, and harder. making me making me more and louder

"Jaaaaack~" i gripped my hair panting and whimpering

"you're okay baby..." he dug his nails into my skin. gripping it so much it could bruise. the sound of skin clapping together filled the abandoned tent. moans from both of us filling each other's deep desires.

my walls tightened around his thick shift. seeing stars turning into more of a moaning mess

"cumming...cumming daddy!"

"cum for me pretty baby..." he hits my G-spot. making me jolt. "oh did i find your sweet spot baby?"

"yes! yes daddy fuck yes please please! mmmm!" my orgamas spilled out making me tremble.

"there you go baby.." he fucked me through my cumming mess. the tears pooled the corners of my eyes as i drooled. the tip of his cock kissing me cervix.

his thrusts grew sloppy, has his moans turned into heavy pants

"im gonna fill you to the brim. im gonna make you mine baby. got you it you gonna be mine.."

"im yours baby im yours. please fill me daddy"

He slammed his hips against my ass pumping his thick hot seed inside my over used and sensitive cunt. my eyes crossed and my tongue hang out as drool dripped off ny tongue.

he shot every last drop of his seed into me, than pulled out. i felt empty with him inside. he kissed my back soft. pulling me against his chest and held me.

"you took me so well dolly face" he kissed his my head

"you felt amazing Jack" i nuzzled into his arm.

he let me use him as a bed, holding me tightly in his arms. "you're really are mine Y/N?"

I looked at him "if you want me to"

"you wont leave?"

"no of course not"

"promise?"

"jack, im staying"

he nuzzled into my neck leaving a small kiss in my neck "i love you..."

"i love you too"

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I hope yall enjoyed this. i tried. this is my only second time writing of these. if any requests let me know

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiii! Ik ur not taking requests buuut I did have this kinda angsty idea I thought was worth sharing 😁, tangerine comes home to fem!readers apartment for dinner, and sees that the place was broken into and is immediately alarmed and runs around trying to find reader. Then he stumbles upon her cat (u can name it whatever) dead because it turns out the people who broke in were some of tangerines enemies and sent a message. :( anyways he finds reader scared to death hiding in a closet, and she asks him where her cat is, and now he has to break the news :(((

hii!! as a fellow cat mum, you just ripped out my heart:((( I love and hate this. im gonna say this, and im sorry in advance, but this isn’t my best work, I had too many ideas and im not entirely sure it all works. ive just been working on it for a little while so I need to post this so I can start others. im really sorry again, I feel a little embarrassed. if you’d like me to rewrite it, that’s okay too :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader

wc || 0.76k

warnings || death of readers cat (no details, I couldn’t bring myself to add descriptions) and no happy ending, bc im mean hehe

also I am taking requests, this is just an old ask. but there is a delay atm, sorry

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As the girlfriend of a well-known assassin, you were well aware of the likelihood of being used as bait between rivalries. You knew the cost but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for being caught in a vendetta fuelled crossfire.

You were huddled at the back of your closet hiding under piles of clothes with your face buried in your knees, mouth muffled by your hand as you waited for the final clatter of objects in the room next door. You didn’t know what they wanted and you didn’t know why. All you wanted was Tangerine.

After the long-awaited silence, copious amounts of fear settles in when you hear the front door swing open again. Blocking your ears, you cower in on yourself, trying to be as still as possible in the chance they had returned for seconds. But what you didn’t know, is that Tangerine had just made his way back to your place from the local shop.

A thick lump gets caught in his throat as his eyes bug wide, staring around at your trashed apartment. Fear engulfs him when he sees tipped sofas, broken frames and holes in walls. He bolts inside unarmed without a second thought, stumbling over destroyed objects as he searched for something he hoped wasn’t true.

Tangerine stands panicked in the centre of the room, breathing erratically as he gazes around your place.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He mutters, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. His eyes dart around, searching for signs of kidnapping until his gaze hones in on a still fluffy object just out of sight. He slowly makes his way over, walking lightly as not to scare the possible creature.

As he gets closer he feels his heart begin to crumble further. Whispering. “Mandy?”

He stands mere inches away as he looks upon your lifeless furry companion, avoiding glances at your cat's crippled state as he bends next to her. Silently comforting her with a delicate stroke as he sniffles. “What have they done to you?” He says, barely audible as he swallows a couple tears.

His body stiffens when he hears a rustle from your bedroom, immediately rushing up and darting into your room, heatedly kicking the door open. “Who’s there?” He shouts, fury-filled adrenaline being his only distinguishable emotion.

You hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend so you begin to slowly push the door open, looking through the gap to check you weren’t thinking wishfully. Steadily crawling out you see him.

The initial noise startles him, but when he sees you, he instantly softens. Running over, he drops to his knees before you. “Oh thank fuck,” he mumbles, instantly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tight into him. “I thought I lost you.”

He momentarily separates to look over you, his worried eyes darting across your face as he wipes the dampness from under your eyes. “Are you hurt?” He questions, cupping your face in his hands. “You okay?” He asks again, searching your eyes as they widen with thought.

“Did Mandy get out? I-I opened the bathroom door for her— she- she was supposed to go out the window— did she? Did she get out? … Did she get out? Did she?” You repeatedly question, more and more panic fills your tone.

Pushing away his hands you rush to your feet, stumbling up as you try to get away.

“No— please,” he mumbles, gripping you to stop you from leaving. “You don’t need to go in there.”

Speaking with hurt as you immediately think the worst. “Why?” Bottom lip slowly starts to quiver.

“You don’t need to… okay?” He whispers, pulling you back to him. Embracing you tightly.

“No…” you mouth, feeling your eyes instantly well. “…no…”

His tone is filled with empathy as he cradles your head, softly smoothing over the back of it. “I’m so sorry.”

“Get off me.” You retort, pushing away as you stand to your feet. You see the pain of dismissal on his face as you reach for the door. Speaking sternly as you avoid his gaze. “Just… just leave me alone.”

There was nothing that Tangerine could say or do right now that could possibly help you, you needed time… and lots of it. You knew that it wasn’t directly his fault, but you couldn’t help but feel angry at him. You had just lost your best friend because of his enemies. Because of him.

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hii! sorryy but I won’t be doing a part 2, I left this as an ending that’s up for interpretation 💌

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