#robert hicks x reader

[passionwillow]

Bath Time With Hicks Includes…

BY POPULAR DEMAND. Thanks for feeding my addiction, guys. Hicks is taking care of reader while he’s sick.

Warnings: Smut!! 18+ Age gap reader (she’s his pretty lil baby).

- This man is going to take such good care of you.

- He loves to draw you a bubble bath when you’re not feeling well, adding in your favorite essential oils and bath salts, and bubbles to spruce things up.

- He’s helping strip you down and neatly sets your clothes aside, making a note to start the laundry while you’re sick. He has to take care of his baby.

- He’s kissing your cheek and forehead before helping you into the tub, watching you sink into the bubbles and smiling when you ask him to join.

- He undresses slowly, taking his time because he knows you’re watching and admiring, even as you’re sniffling.

- He sinks down behind you and wraps his strong arms around you, husky voice in your ear. “Just relax, sweetheart. Close your eyes and relax.”

- At first you’re dozing on and off, the warmth and feel of his strong chest behind you making you sleepy. But he has other plans to make you feel better.

- He showers your neck and shoulder in kisses, hands sliding over your stomach and squeezing the soft flesh before letting a hand dip between your thighs.

- Your legs spread instinctively, eyes still closed as you bend a knee and give him access. You can feel his smile against your skin as his fingers ghost over your clit, circling slowly and speaking low in your ear.

- “That’s my good girl. Keep those legs spread for me.”

- A soft whine slipped past your lips, your sounds hoarse from being sick. He hummed softly and eased a finger into you, curling it and stroking at your inner walls.

- “That’s it, baby, just relax. Let me take care of you.”

- You moaned softly and opened your eyes, looking up at him from where your head rested on his shoulder, jaw going slack and toes curling as a second finger slid into you.

- His eyes studied your face as a smirk curled his lips, pushing his fingers deep and grazing that sweet spot relentlessly.

- Your juices coated his fingers as he pleasured you, his palm grazing your clit as he hummed and kissed your cheek, voice soft in your ear.

- “That’s my sweet girl, let me hear you.. Taking it so well.”

- Your breathing picked up and hitched in your throat, a choked groan filling the bathroom as he kept up the relentless pace. Your hands held tight to his arm as your hips ground down on his fingers.

- “You gonna cum? Go ahead, baby, let me hear you.”

- His voice was so low, so assertive and in control, the knot finally snapped in your gut as you came. Moaning and whining as you writhed in his arms, his voice purring in your ear as his fingers pumped relentlessly into your soaked cunt.

- “That’s it, such a pretty girl. Cumming all over my fingers..”

- He helped you ride out your orgasm, almost bringing you to the point of overstimulation before he pulled away, praising you and cradling you back in his arms.

[jillgirlfriends]

The sad side of "Scream"

did you know that marnie and cici are related? i think marnie misses her.. i hope they know each other

[sparklewrites1]

I AM TAKING REQUESTS FOR THESE CHARACTERS CURRENTLY:

PLEASE STATE IN YOUR REQUEST IF YOU WANT TO BE ANONYMOUS

ROBERT RENFEILD

PRINCE CASPIAN

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN

SAM CARPENTER

JILL ROBERTS

WES HICKS

KIRBY REED

XENK YENDAR

HOBIE BROWN (NO SPICY STUFF FOR HIM CAUSE IM PRETTY SURE HES A MINOR)

I WILL WRITE:

fluff

Angst

Platonic

Suggestive/very light smut

I WILL NOT WRITE:

R*pe/Noncon

Incest

Pedophilia

Self harm

Eating disorders

Kinks

Smut

[alexmeeksmartin]

chosen family - pt i

pairing(s): wes hicks x male reader, slight chad meeks-martin x male reader

synopsis: the one where y/n roberts, survivor of the 2011 woodsboro massacre and brother of ghostface killer, jill roberts, is roped into another string of murders when his friend, tara carpenter, is attacked by someone taking on the moniker

a/n: new series! not sure if i’ll end up finishing this, but i would like to at least do a couple parts! hope u enjoy <3

wc: 1.9k

it was more than enough to struggle with the fact that your sister, jill roberts, had decided to stab you alongside your mother when you were only eight years old. ironically enough, your fame-hungry sister’s sickening plot to become a sole survivor is what thrust you into the limelight. for years, the media hounded you about the ghostface killings of 2011. it took you forever to get a group of friends who wouldn’t try abuse your connections. you were finally in a stable position…

…but now some fucker had decided to put on that damned mask and go stabbing again.

“that was sam.” your boyfriend, wes, let everyone know. you were all together, minus tara, obviously. you, wes, chad, mindy, amber, and liv. and nobody was taking this seriously, not even you at this stage. none of you had really processed it all properly yet.

you watched as amber’s interest was immediately piqued. “she’s coming?”

“yeah.”

“watch everything get worse.” amber says with a sigh, clearly unhappy about sam’s upcoming return to woodsboro.

“listen, all i’m saying is, with everything going on right now, i think it’s time we take our relationship to the next, most intimate level!” chad pleads with liv, doing his best to convince her.

“yuck.” you add across from the happy couple.

“it’s fine, y/n. he only wants me to accept his ‘find my fam’ request.” liv explains to you, removing the expression of disgust from of your face.

“it’s the smartest option with a would-be killer on the loose. you know exactly where i am and i know exactly where you are.” chad continues, building up his case.

“aw, you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend.” liv giggles.

“and you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend.” chad jokes as you and mindy make eye contact, signalling to each other your repulsion towards chad and liv at that moment in time with just one look of your eyes. it’s funny how much two best friends can say in just a glance.

“is this because you two aren’t having sex yet?” amber bluntly asks, looking between the two of them.

“you actually bring up a very good point! not that i want to sound like a stereotypical jock, trying to get into his girlfriend’s pants-“

“great!” liv says, stopping chad.

“come on, wes, you get what i mean?” chad asks, trying unsuccessfully to get some back up, but you shoot wes a death stare, making him think carefully about his next words.

“absolutely not. i wouldn’t dare.” wes begins, clarifying that he doesn’t agree with chad to you before moving onto liv, “don’t do it, liv, there’s some pyscho out there. you make yourself harder to find. delete social media, tape over your phone camera, disable gps-“

“yes, thank you very much, edward snowden.” chad says, cutting wes off. “actually, your mother just interrogated me about tara’s attempted murder.”

“i’m sure she’s asking everybody, i mean, ghostface is back.” wes responds. a chill goes down your spine at the very mention of the masked murderer.

“she hasn’t asked me.” you chuck into conversation, noticing how the sheriff hadn’t even seemed to have looked your way yet.

“yeah, because you’re like sheriff riley’s adoptive son. plus, you and her went through the same thing.” liv says.

“ex sheriff riley.” mindy adds, “also, the press still isn’t saying ghostface.” and another chill.

“my mom doesn’t want to cause a panic.” wes explains.

“it’ll get out by the second or third killing.” mindy says, nonchalantly.

“mindy, come on.” you say. you loved her, but her insensitivity could be an issue on occasion.

“jesus, mindy, there wasn’t a first killing. tara’s still alive.” amber says, slightly angry.

“that means she could still die.”

“what the fuck?” amber is progressively getting more and more agitated at this conversation, you note.

“or the killer could come back for her.”

“fuck, mindy!” chad says as you screw your face up, “come on.”

“i’m just telling you, arm up, okay? pepper spray, check, taser, check-“ wes lists off his weapons.

“y/n in the bedroom repellent, check.” amber cuts in, laughing at him.

“again, ew.” you say, turning away from amber to wes, “i’m glad you’re keeping yourself safe.” you smile at your boyfriend.

“keeping us safe.” he says, pulling you into his arms.

“oh, shit, is that… vince?” liv asks.

“wait. that creep you hooked up with last summer?” chad asks liv, concern immediately showing on his face.

“yeah, he worked with me and tara.”

“he worked with tara?” amber asks inquisitively.

“he’s been stalking my instagram the last couple weeks, posting the creepiest shit.” liv adds.

“probably time to introduce him to hobbs and shaw.” chad says, flexing his biceps.

liv puts his arm down to his side. “maybe not the best idea to incite violence right in front of the sheriff. looks like he’s leaving.”

“plus, i don’t think ‘hobbs and shaw’ are scaring anyone with names like that.” you say, laughing at chad.

“oh, please. you’d love to take hobbs and shaw for a spin.” chad retorts, smiling back at you.

“tara says she fought back hard. you’ve got bruises.” amber states, observing chad’s somewhat battered and blue arms.

“from football practice.” he says, defending himself.

“oh, sure-“

“tara’s awake! she just texted.” wes says, his face lighting up. “i’m going to the hospital, you guys coming?”

mutters of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’ are said by your friends, but what stands out is liv saying: “i can’t, but i’ll meet you guys later.” another thing to take mental note of.

“alright, i’ll see you later.” chad says, kissing liv on the cheek goodbye. you wait up for chad as wes, mindy, and amber walk on ahead and descend into playful conversation him.

you were all gathered in tara’s room at the hospital, with wes’ arm draped around your neck as you sit on the chair right beside tara’s bed. amber stands over you with a very concerned look on her face as the twins make small talk on the other side of the room.

the door opens, and everyone looks to it. sam. sam and- who?

“you came.” tara says with a small smile.

“of course i came.” sam says, giving her sister a very gentle and light hug. “this is my boyfriend, richie.”

that explains who the random guy is.

“it’s so nice to meet you, i’m so sorry if i’m intruding.” richie says to tara.

“nice to meet you too.”

“hi. thank you for calling.” sam says, giving wes a hug.

“of course.”

“look at your hair! i like it.” sam compliments, ruffling your boyfriend’s hair like she’s his mother.

you get up and embrace sam. god, you’d missed her. even though she had her own shit going on, she never failed to be the big sister you wish you had - a loving, protective figure. not jill.

“these are chad and mindy, the twins, wes, and y/n. i used to babysit them all.”

“which is always how i like to be introduced.” wes says, to which you let out a slight laugh.

“and amber.” sam finishes her introductions, locking eyes with the dark haired girl. “hey.”

“hi.” you can feel the tension radiating between them. they do not like each other at all. “nice to see you.”

“hi, um, i’m richie.” richie says, amber looking him up and down. you weren’t too sure if you liked the guy either, seemed a bit fidgety. maybe just nerves, with ghostface going around and all.

“hi.” amber says.

“where’s mom?” sam asks tara, a worried expression crossing her face.

“she’s stuck in a conference in london. she called me earlier.”

“yeah, for all of ten minutes.” amber adds with a judgemental tone to her words.

you look over at tara, who looks tired out of her mind, probably from the painkillers. as someone who had been in a similar position, you knew that it’d be best to make an exit right about now. not only that, the reality of the situation was starting to kick in now. how were you all going to navigate this and stay safe?

“guys, maybe we should give tara a little space. getting a bit crowded in here.” you say, concerned for tara.

your friends respond with a chorus of ‘yeah’s, and you all begin to head for the door.

“not you, sam. i want you to stay.”

“okay.” sam says, sweetly smiling at her sister before sitting herself back down.

“but the rest-“ chad says, looking back to you, mindy, and wes affirming that you guys should go.

you all walk outside of the hospital, and it’s really starting to hit you now. this couldn’t be happening again. you couldn’t lose anyone else to some stupid fucking legacy. to ghostface. you lost your mother, your aunt, and even your sister - all because a pair of stupid, deranged, psychopathic men picked up some halloween mask in 1996. it wasn’t fair.

you start to walk slightly ahead of the group, with none of their conversation registering in your mind. tears start to form in your eyes as you hear them calling out your name. this isn’t fair. you don’t deserve this. tara doesn’t deserve this. nobody deserves this.

you’re brought out of your trance when you feel mindy’s hand touch your shoulder as she walks in front of you.

“hey, you good?” she asks, but sees the tears in your eyes. you shake your head, and she turns to the boys and amber. “we’ll just see you guys at the bar later, okay?”

“you sure? i can stay.” wes says, but you turn around to speak to them.

“no, it’s fine. i’m fine. i’ll see you guys later.” you say, putting on your bravest face and best smile for them. you can tell they’re not quite buying it, but they know mindy’s got you so they keep walking. you see chad turn back multiple times to check on you again, and can tell amber and wes are already bickering again by the time they get in the car.

when they’re gone, it’s just you and mindy sitting against a tree.

“mindy, i don’t think i can do this again.” you say, sighing.

“it’s fine. we’ve got you. me, wes, chad, amber, and i guess liv have got your’s and tara’s backs. we’re here for whatever you need. especially me. you’re my best friend, y/n. nothing is more important to me than your well-being. got it?”

“i love you, minds. you’re the best.”

“i love you too, y/n. and remember, we understand if you need space, support, anything right now. sam’s got tara, and we’ve got you. okay?”

“thanks.” you say, a real smile making its way onto your face.

“anyways, i need to go show chad that i still am the king of eight ball. you coming?” mindy says, getting up and sticking her hand out to you.

“i wouldn’t dare to miss chad getting his ass handed to him.” you laugh, letting mindy pull you up as you head to the car.

maybe it wasn’t so bad. it was cheesy, but maybe with your friends by your side you’d get through this again. maybe.

a/n: hope you all enjoyed! have a couple parts already in the drafts for this so shouldn’t be too long till the next is posted !! thanks for reading 🫶

[twistnet]

behave [ robert hicks ]

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all it had taken was a look. and that look had told you everything that was running through that man’s head, and exactly what he was going to do to you the second he was able to get you alone.

the time he was able to get you alone, was just after your team had been ended their shift. you had been walking out with another teammate when commander hicks had asked to speak with you for a moment. your teammate had shot you an apologetic look before bidding you goodbye and leaving you to the mercy of your commander.

he had quickly ushered you into his office, promptly locking each of his doors before finally turning to you, “do you understand that in this line of work, following orders is the thing that keeps you safe?” his tone is already bitter and laced with anger.

“i don’t know if you were just being plain stupid, or if you were actually wanting to disregard the orders given to you. but you ever disobey a direct order again you’ll be off your team faster than you can blink. and don’t think because of our relationship that you’ll be getting any sort of free pass.”

“why? have you been looking for a way to get me off my squad so we don’t have to sneak around so much?” the words practically tumble out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you’re honestly proud given the way he seems to react -- growling your name as a fire lights behind his eyes.

“besides, you have a first hand account of just how good i follow orders.” you purr, teasing smile spreading across your lips as robert scoffs, “then, i wonder why you fail to follow orders in a regular setting? maybe because you’re a brat and you know you won’t be rewarded in the way you want.”

the atmosphere was tense, and just as you opened your mouth that would possibly dig you into a deeper hole, robert had just sighed and motioned you over to his desk. and with a huff, you followed his order and came around to his desk.

a large hand pressed between your shoulder, guiding you chest down against the top of the desk, “hands stay flat on the desk.” the order was gruff, but you followed it completely, pressing your hands flat against the wood.

robert hums from behind you, “wish you would follow orders like this in the field.” and pinching your side when you open your mouth to say something back. the words failing in your throat when nibble fingers pull at your pants, pushing them down the length of your legs and letting them fall around your knees.

you jump when rough pads brush against your already soaked folds -- something robert makes an almost annoyed noise but says nothing else. his fingers continue to slip until he finds your clit, and circles it slowly. mewls fall from your lips, hips jutting back into his hold. yet, a hand roughly grips your hip to keep you in place.

he continues to your clit until, you wiggle, small pleas falling from your lips to get something a little more. and robert agrees, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt and nearly groaning at how tight you are around his digits.

he sets a steady pace, padding at that little spot deep inside you with each thrust of his fingers. and despite the hand at your hip, you manage to roll your hips back just enough to met each movement of his fingers. 

and just as your about to fall over the edge, cunt already clenching hard around his fingers, he pulls away. leaving you empty and unsatisfied, “w-what? why’d you stop?” you whimper, hips jutting back to find something to relieve the pressure between your legs, “this is a punishment, sweetheart. or did you forget that you disobeyed a direct order in the field?”

“i’m sorry... i’m sorry.” you cry, tears already starting to brim your eyes as you turn to look over your shoulder at him, trying to give him your best pleading eyes as he huffs at you, “what are you going to do?”

“i’m going to follow orders in the field, just like i do in here.” you whimper out, bottom lip trembling just as robert leans over to press a hard kiss to your lips. there’s a rustle of fabric behind you, and robert’s belt clanking open.

there’s a quick dribble of spit joining his hand as he strokes himself, before he steps between you spread legs and slides into you until he bottoms out.

robert groans heavily, letting you get use to the stretch of his cock before he starts anything. your needy squeezes around his cock tell him when you’re ready. then he rocks his hips, pushing deeper into you before withdrawing, and rocking back in with a punctuated thrust. you gasp as if the all the air had left your lungs as robert sets a deliberate pace of steady and rough thrusts.

you whimper and mewl as the coil in your belly tightens each time you jut your hips back to meet each thrust. robert moans behind you, fingers digging into the flesh at your hips as he picks up his pace. pounding into you over and over until you’re sobbing against the desk top.

he feels you tighten around him, squeezing him like a vice before he’s spilling in you with a low moan, feeling your own orgasm wash over the two of you as he strokes himself a few more times to empty himself fully.

lips press against the side of your face, sweet murmurings falling from robert’s lips as his hands rub at your hips before helping you up and tugging you into his chest.

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[twoheartshookingup]

Boxes | r.h.

Summary: it’s your last day at swat, but things end up being completely different to what you’d expected. Part three of kitten and claws.

Warning: fingering, mild breath play, thigh riding, bondage, humiliation, degradation, nipple play, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, orgasm denial.

One more shift. One. More. Shift.

Your locker was nearly empty, just a change of clothes and your spare water bottle left in it and you’d take them home that evening. You’d been saying goodbye to people during the week, Rocker giving you a giant hug as he left the day before. It was breaking your heart to say goodbye to so many people.

“You ready?” You spun around, Street there smiling that he’d made you jump. He gave you a grin, holding his hands out to steady you.

“Yeah, sorry. Still doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s not gonna. We’re really gonna miss you.”

You followed him out to the training area, laughing as you watched the rest of your team spar. By mutual agreement you were the judge for each bout, laughing as everyone tried doing more trick shots to make you smile. For the first time in months - since you’d started sleeping with Him - you felt at peace and as yourself. It was laughter and jokes, a rarity in your high stress work environment, but you got to enjoy it.

Until Hicks came out and called for you all.

“Twenty Squad, reports of a hostage situation. You’re needed.”

The mood flipped and you geared up in a moment, running to Black Betty and Luca driving you away. Hondo gave the information that he had as you went, everyone checking their gear and weapons as you made your way there.

“And remember, stay liquid. We’ve got drinks tonight that I don’t want to happen in a hospital room.” He nodded at you and you smiled, helmet on ready to go.

It ended up being easier than anticipated in the end, two scared kids who wanted to rob a bank to pay their mother’s medical debt. Between them giving up quickly and nobody hurt with no property damage they hadn’t completely ruined their lives, and it was left for the rest of the LAPD units to finish up. Until your name was called and a friend ran up to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were staying at swat?” Lopez asked, and you were immediately confused.

“Today’s my last day. This is probably my last call. Why?”

“We got a call from your commander to withdraw the request, you were staying at swat. I was surprised you hadn’t told me!”

Bobby. Fucking Bobby.

“Im not sure…I’ll call you later?” She nodded and you jogged back to Black Betty, rage flowing through you. You’d made the decision. You were leaving. You were done with him and swat and now he’d made this choice for you to keep you there? How could he? How dare he?

Your anger continued to grow on the ride back, half comments responded to by your team. Before you could go find Hicks, however, Deacon stopped you and pulled you aside.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you took a breath, nodding.

“Fine. I just need to check some stuff out with Hicks.”

“Stuff?” He didn’t believe you, and you could feel your control start to shake.

“About my transfer. I need to be sure it went through ok.”

He let you go with a squeeze and a warning look, but you couldn’t get distracted. You needed to know what was happening. You needed Robert Hicks out of your life for good.

When you knocked on his office door his “come in” was slightly muffled, but you walked in standing tall, eyes immediately drawn to the pile of boxes in the middle of it.

“Hi…” he looked up at you and for a moment you thought you saw fear on his face.

“What’s happening here?”

The silence stretched longer than it should have as you realised you’d overstepped your boundaries. It wasn’t a question you should have asked.

“I need my stuff out by this evening.”

“Why?”

You could have heard a pin drop between the two of you, the pain from it being your Bobby standing in front of you too much to bear. You knew him, knew who he was. Could tell that he’d lost weight and wasn’t himself.

“I’m retiring effective today. I cancelled your transfer, I figured if I wasn’t here you could stay. I’ll be gone this evening.”

“You did what?” The weight of his words hit you like a gunshot, staring at him. You didn’t think your whisper could even be heard, but he always knew what you meant.

“They’d been bugging me to retire, it felt like the right time. You deserve to be here. To stay. So stay.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” The anger you’d felt had an outlet and it began to pour from you, the months of sadness and longing and the pain from walking away two weeks before. “I can’t stay here. I don’t want to stay here. Every moment here when you’re not makes me feel like I chased you away. Like I made you leave. And every moment I spend in this stupid building I just think about you. About how I miss you. How I was going to give up swat for you but then you didn’t even have that conversation with me. I can’t keep working here and be haunted. And you can’t even give me that, can you? You claim you loved me, but you can’t even let me do what I want.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted, like you were finally free. Like it was done. You could do a million other things than be a cop if you needed to. Leave LA, get a job in security somewhere. Something easier than this.

“I’m leaving because I love you. Not loved, love.” Your jaw was open, attempting to speak but you couldn’t find your voice before he began speaking. “Because for the first time since I lost Barb, I’m in love. And the one thing I didn’t do in that relationship was put work second, and I’m damned if I’m making that mistake again. I want us. So will you please just let me love you so we can be happy?”

“Yes.”

You weren’t sure you’d said it, couldn’t be sure it was real. It felt like a dream for a moment as you stared at Bobby. Neither of you spoke and for a wonderful, terrifying second you were afraid it was the wrong thing.

“Oh thank God.” His lips were on yours as your arms and his wound around the other, pulling you close. He held you tightly and you got to breathe in the scent of his deodorant and just him again. This was real. It was happening.

“I love you.” You hadn’t gotten to say it before, but he grinned as you spoke, reaching for another kiss. But you had to separate, too aware that the office wasn’t where this reunion should be.

“My place tonight?” You nodded and squeezed his hand in goodbye, going back to work with a spring in your step.

You didn’t have to tell your team you weren’t leaving, Bobby did that for you. Just before everyone left for the day he stopped the group, staring at you all.

“I needed to let you all know that today was my last day at LAPD. It’s time for me to hang it up. Thank you.” It was short and to the point, and undeniably him. The seven of you were about to leave when your name was called.

“By the way. With all of the changes your transfer was denied. Try again in a few months, you’re better off.”

The drinks were abandoned, Luca planning a big party the following week. Instead you said your goodbyes and drove straight to Bobby’s, not willing to spend any extra time away from him. He had the same desire, and less than ten minutes after you pulled up he arrived.

“I thought you’d want to say goodbye there,” you murmured in between kisses, smiling at every one of them.

“I’ve more important things to do, Kitten,” came the fevered response as you slid onto the kitchen table, hands groping at your tits while you pulled his belt.

“Calm, I’m going to give you everything you need.” Bobby’s hand was on your neck, gentle firm pressure making you so aware of what was happening. “But if you don’t have patience I’ll put that belt around your neck just to show you what you are for me.”

The words should have been demeaning in any other context, should have upset you and made you angry. But instead you nodded with wide eyes, pleading wordlessly for him to just touch you.

“So good for me.” Your groan as his fingers slid into your underwear couldn’t be muffled, two long fingers pumping into you as you humped his hand in desperate need. The heel of his hand would hit off your clit every few seconds, desperation filling you as you felt it.

“Please. Please, more. I need more. Please.” You didn’t know what you were begging, just that you were and you needed it so much. You needed him, it was always Bobby. Your North Star, the man who’d made you fall in love without even realising. It was as easy as breathing.

You didn’t know how it happened, but you were both basically naked as he led you to the couch, fingers still deep in you like a leash. Your tits were out of the cups of the bra you’d worn, the soft cotton of your tee holding your arms behind your back. All your partner wore was his underwear, but they wouldn’t last long as he settled on the couch. You went to get into position but he pushed you off, settling you on his thigh and removing his fingers from you. Instead your juices were spread across your chest, each nipple getting a pinch as he brushed over it.

“Show me the work you’ll do, Kitten. I want to see you ride my thigh like my good toy.” The degradation made your cunt clench as you pushed down, desperate for any friction. You ground down, tits bouncing and hair flying as you focused on the sensations flying through your body. Bobby took each of your nipples, pulling them taut and little jolts of pain mixed with your pleasure as you threw your head back, focusing only on going faster. Your moans grew louder, need filling your body as you continued.

“Stop.” It was a sharp spank to each tit that brought you back from the edge, so close you could taste your orgasm. But you looked at Bobby and knew it wouldn’t be this easy. “On your knees. I haven’t gotten to see you like that in too long. Want to be good and take my cock in that throat of yours?”

You just nodded and moved, settling on your knees in front of him. It was the moment that you knew this wasn’t going to be slow and gentle, that he was going to ruin you in a few motions. Not that you could really care, your libido was running the show. But it was hands on your hair, gripping tightly and sliding you down onto him.

The first few moments let you get used to the sensation, used to having him in your mouth. But once he was happy with what you were doing he started fucking your face. It was slow to begin with, the glug glug sound from deep in your throat spurring him in until you were gagging on each thrust, sucking and licking wherever you could get. Every sensation was more, the way he sounded and tasted, the way your body just knew how to react. How when he finally pulled out of your mouth you knew you were a mess, drool running down your tits and your mascara and lipstick ruined.

“Such a pretty mess. Have you earned getting fucked?” If the words were any less degrading it would sound sweet, but it was taunting from him. Taunting the way you’d been used so far, the mess he’d made of you. The way all you wanted was him.

“Please. I need…” you trailed off, but his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him made you continue. “I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please.”

“Let’s see how much you need it.” He helped you up, ever the gentleman. At least until he plunged two fingers to see just how wet you were. “Perfect for me like this. So good and wet.”

Riding him was a blur of sensation and need, his fingers on your clit as you bounced, tits palmed and played with as you kept going. It was mindless begging as you tried getting him to let you cum, but every time you were close his hand was pulled away.

“Please, Bobby. Please let me cum, I need it. I need you to let me cum. Please!” The words ran together but he understood, rubbing your clit frantically.

“Let me feel you. Cum right here, let me feel how you do it.”

It was one of the best orgasms of your life, collapsing against his chest as it finished when your limbs no longer wanted to support you. His thrusts had become stuttered, the groan you knew so well that meant he’d cum too your guide for when he pulled you to him.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to shower, Bobby offering you a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt to wear while he cooked dinner. There was still so much to decide - when would your friends be told, how would things work out. But right there, his legs intertwined with yours on the couch as you ate an excellent meal, none of it mattered. Because for the first time since the entire sordid tale had begun, you were happy. And that was worth whatever people said.

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Wee AN, but parts two and three would never have happened without @smaoineamhsalach. Rí, you are wonderful, and I feel very lucky to call you my friend. I hope this won’t get me killed.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Non / Disney Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: SMUT!!

Warnings: Its definitely not 'disney'... There are dark and taboo themes (Though some are much darker then others), mask kink, roleplay where you don't know eachother, rough/feral sex, innocence/corruption roleplay, gloves, seduction, dub-con, cumming-in-pants, accidental condom breaking, breeding kink, asshole-ary, blow jobs, sexual favours/deals, age difference, feelings?, oral sex in general, degradation, masturbation, cunt warming, foot grinding, hate sex and shame, destruction of property, period sex, praise, unintentional temperature play, getting burned (guess who, haha), public sex, feelings again?, ego-inflation, orgasm denial, domination, first lesbian experience, boss/employee, prostitution, thigh-riding, stealing you from someone else, and over-stimulation. Something for almost everyone, hopefully!

Includes: I wanted to include them all but I ran outta steam ���� Bill Sykes, Robert Callaghan (Yokai), Professor Ratigan, Alameda Slim, Captain Hook, Chick Hicks, Rothbart, Dr Facilier, Clayton, Cruella De Vil, the Evil Queen, Gaston, Greasy Weasel, Hades, Hans, the Horned King, Jafar, Judge Claude Frollo, Lady Tremaine, Long John Silver, Commander Lyle Rourke, Maleficent, and Mother Gothel+The Stabbington Brothers.

Its possibility that one day I will make a part 2 with the rest of the DV's (And some Non-DV's). But i am OUT OF HORNY right now. Haha 😅

Sykes can satisfy you perfectly fine with one finger, but 2 really puts you over the edge (JUST LOOK AT THEM??) and he just loves watching you writhe and struggle between not being able to fit all of it but wanting him to continue, desperately wanting to stretch. Usually this is happening either in the back of his car, you laid out along the back seats with your legs in his lap, lifting your hips into his torture, or in his office with you sit pretty on his desk with your legs spread open for his attentions.

Mask kink with Callaghan? Yes. You pretend you don't know him when he strides towards you, having entered your apartment through the balcony. But its not long before you're pressed between his emotionless façade/his body in a sexy long coat, and the the wall with his hips hammering repeatedly, insistently into you. Points if you're exposed and vulnerable but he's fully clothed, fully masked up, fully in control. You cant tell how he's feeling because of the mask, but you can tell he wants to use you and you're more than happy to let him- as long as he likes. Then he guides you to bed and leaves without a damn word

Letting Ratigan take his frustration out on you, just letting him go feral on your cunt/cock. He has you with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth all over you, with your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds away, with your legs spread over his chest as he breeds you thoroughly, on your knees with your mouth stuffed with him- whatever position he can get you in. If you're not a drooling, limp mess by the time he's done then he was holding back.

Slim likes roleplay. Call him Yancy O' Dell, give him those big eyes and let him 'corrupt you'. Let him sweet talk you and promise you you're gonna be a star so long as you stick with him, and lead you away to a dark corner where he can dip his gloved fingers into you. Tell him you've never done this before. Get down on your knees.

Being a 20 year old that Peter mistook for a a child (It was the light) and brought over the Neverland, and catching sight of Hook. You want him immediately and intend to seduce him. He's got a serious case of one-track-mind though and he's been away from other adults so long that he's totally forgotten what lust looks like- so getting him to see you want him to dick you down is harder then you thought. You have to be shameless, you have to be blunt. You have to trail your fingertips up his thigh and practically rub him off before he finally realises what's happening- by which time he's ready to bust a nut in his pants. Lucky for you though, he's got super endurance, so just tell him that you're more than happy to lick him clean, and he's raring to go all over again.

Chick breaks the condom with his excitement about ramming into you but doesn't stop until he's spilling hot, sticky seed inside you. 'A thank you', he calls it. 'For a good time', he says. 'Now you'll have my baby and get famous- you're welcome!'. He's such a dick about it (Whether you're going to take the morning after pill or not), you cant help catching his stupid mouth with yours and fucking him all over again.

Making a deal with Rothbart that if you suck him off, he'll take care of your debts. You end up liking it though?? And getting super turned on??? Was he always this hot or are you just in a slutty mood now? Once he's spent you slowly press kisses on different parts of his body, leading up to his mouth, where you glance slowly into his eyes, looking for his reaction, and when you find arousal?? You kiss him on the lips. He leads you to the ground and you start by grinding against each other, but its not long before you're fucking like desperate, horny teenagers.

Making a deal with Dr Facilier. He takes your soul once you die, and he makes you famous. The two of you slowly grow feelings, but he's too much of a gentleman to make a move on you- you're young, you're beautiful, and you're naked in his squalid apartment. What!? You make your move, and its a success, he shows you pleasures you never experienced before that night, using his tongue as if it were his cock; No one's ever done that to you before, tasted you, but he does it with pleasure and then thanks you.

You go out scouting the area alone with Clayton, disappearing into the jungle, and you decide this is the perfect time to show him that you're not the innocent, shy creature he thinks you are. When you're leaving hot, open mouthed kisses over his clothed cock he certainly realises his mistake, and when his thick hand is lost in your hair as your tongue slithers all over his painfully hard length he calls you a whore. How do you respond? You slide your hand down your pants and start taking care of yourself, too.

Cruella's into degradation. Calls you are a crack-whore, a slut, her bitch (As in dog) with her talons buried knuckle deep inside you/wrapped around your twitching dick. She'll smirk and tell you that you look like a disgusting mess over there, ask you what on earth made you such a desperate sycophant, how you allow your boss to defile you? use you like a mindless sex doll this way?, etc.

The Evil Queen likes to have you under her desk warming her cunt with your mouth while she does miscellaneous paperwork- for hours. Your jaw is going to ache at the end and your own area is going to be aching for attention she may not be bothered to even give back by the end. Good news though? She likes it if you touch yourself. Do struggle to get yourself off, do desperately roll your own meat/push multiple fingers into yourself and moan into her pussy, do grind yourself against her foot. It'll make her smirk and slick some more under your tongue.

Hate sex with Gaston??? YEAH! He's an asshole and you're decidedly 'not belle' and therefore 'not good enough', but he's undeniably hot and you drive him mad not being into him like everyone else in the village and that, inevitably, leads you to be slammed onto a kitchen table. His equipment is ridiculous, its just as monstrous as you might imagine, and he's as strong as an ox with the endurance of an Olympic athlete. You pull his hair and make him growl, and he stretches your thighs painfully far apart so they bruise with his finger marks and the two of you together break that table. Its not the only time it happens and its not even the only table and it is greatly shameful.

Greasy is all over you on a regular day, right? But when you're on your period?? When he can smell the blood and he knows you're weak?? That's when he really goes mad. He knows getting taken care of helps you to not be in pain, too, which just means to him that you're all-the-more likely to let him do whatever he deems fit. He'll fuck you slow and deep, pressing warm kisses everywhere he can reach, and have his fingers at work at the same time, bringing you to a fricken life-changing orgasm. Then he'll do it again. And again. Until you're both exhausted enough to just drop right off to sleep.

Contrarily to Cruella, Hades likes praise. Giving, and receiving. He'll call you his pretty pet, his little princess/prince, fucking perfect, whatever he feels. And in return he likes you to say - whine, scream, moan, cry, - how much better he is than his brother. How Zeus couldn't ever fucking compare, how crazy you are about him, how much you want him. And he'll really respond to that kinda thing, too, fire flickering a hot orange, body getting boiling hot and singing the sheets, getting over-excited to the max. You're gonna end up a sweaty mess, probably with burns on your body, after sleeping with Hades.

Hans likes to make it risky. Public sex is what I'm saying, yeah. He's fucked you missionary under the dinner table with his family literally eating and talking just above him, on the wall just around the corner from the main event at a ball, he's touched you with his hand til you came in your undergarments in a crowded room, and he's even done you in your own bed while a maid was in there cleaning and had to avert their eyes, etc. Yes he just gets worse every time. And when someone actually sees, like that maid or someone heading past you to the bathroom he'll let out the lewdest, most guttural groan yet and cum instantly. Then he's all affectionate with you, asking if you're good and smirking because its almost worse- having someone see the soft stuff afterwards.

Pledge your loyalty to the Horned King and you'll get him so pleased! He'll want you to be his, be his partner. Be with him forever- to love and care for him, to be his person, to take his frustrations out on when he's mad. When this happens you know because his eyes glow a brighter, deeper red and he cant stop glancing over to you, wanting you. Then when you finally get to be alone he's running his hands all over you, and he's gentle- he just wants to know that you're there, with him. When you finally get to the main event, he'll actually guide your hands up to his horns because he knows you like them.

Imagine Jafar shedding his serious, mature, sophisticated persona when he's finally alone with you. That dirty smirk slides across his face and you know he's got plans. He'll say you've been running amuck in his thoughts all day long, now what are you going to do to make it up to him? Hm? You're in for a long dirty night, starting with having his mouth all over you, pressing kisses everywhere through your clothes before he has his tongue at work drawing an orgasm out of you (If anyone on this list genuinely likes how you taste, its Jafar), and ending with you perched in his lap worshipping him. Call him your majesty, call him powerful, inflate his ego and his cock is sure to follow.

(Also side note for Jafar- a thought i've had. Have we considered Naga!Jafar... you know, with two dicks? Okay I'm going to move on now bye- )

Frollo offers you the same deal he offered Esmerelda- except you, accept. Yes, you'll be his dirty little secret hidden away at home. If he wants to go around pretending to be oh-so-holy, and then come home to you and your plans for him- that's fine. You'd love to make this horrible, uptight old man go nuts. Lose his damn mind for your pussy/cock. You'll suck him masterfully for hours, stopping when you know by how hard and hot his length is that he's about to cum, you'll slide your pussy/dick just over where he needs you until he feels crazy, you'll press maddeningly gentle little kisses all over his neck until he's rutting against you. Just, in general? You're going to make him your damn toy.

Being the maid in the Tremaine household and being the Lady's first experience with a female. You were just tidying up her room one evening, after the girls all went to bed, and she was drinking her evening tea watching you. The two of you strike up conversation, which is odd considering the fact that she is a stone cold bitch and oftentimes doesn't even acknowledge your existence in the home. Anyway long story short- you somehow end up straddling her and making out with the older woman. You know you should stop, you should leave, but she's so domineering and her fingers are sliding up your thigh underneath your skirts and you find yourself reaching down to pull her hand right to your private place because you have no self control?? She's not perfect but she has you grinding into her palm in no time, then cumming on her blankets. The next day she acts like nothing happened at all, before telling you that you'll need to do her room again- tonight.

Out of all those losers at the brothel tonight you're really glad you got picked by the old cyborg. This is not 'Silver's' first visit here so you've heard from others that he's kind- and not inexperienced. You're surprised, though, when he really is kind and experienced! The first thing this man does when you get somewhere private is take care of you, dining on your cunt/cock until you keen into his mouth and clutch the bedsheets like they're your lifeline (And that's not easy to do to you). Then he has you on his lap, straddling a thick thigh and asking you to move for him. He calls you love, doll, lass, beautiful and sweetheart. By the time you're done with eachother he tips heavily, winks, and tells you he'll be back for you.

Rourke's favourite thing about you is your legs, and he loves manhandling them. Kicking them apart from behind, stretching one straight up over his shoulder while the other is set to the side so he has room to piston into your dripping entrance, having them hooked over his hips, holding onto your thighs whenever he can, etc.

(Inspired by 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron) Maleficent leading you away from your boyfriend, and literally into the woods, to have her way with you. After all, she can tell you're neglected. He's such an oaf, such a sweaty beast. You need a release, and whats more? You deserve one. She'll take so much better care of you. She'll do things he never does, and she'll do them better then he ever could. She'll take care of you, and she'll enjoy every delicious moment of it. You have a her word, so... come on dear. This way. Just take her hand.

Gothel likes you to be all fucked out, destroyed, by the time she has her turn. Say, by... the Stabbingtons?? Yeah, she'll let them take turns pounding wildly into you, making you Y/N-coloured mush with an about 8 orgasm count already for the night having been taken missionary, from the back and spit-roasted by the behemoth men before she comes and shoos them away. I hope you had your fun, she'll say softly, brushing your hair. But not too much... She adds. Then touches your much-too-over-stimulated body until she can say, thoroughly, that she does what she must to keep her Lovely satisfied.

[passionwillow]

Alright listen.. Maybe it’s the daddy issues. But we need to discuss this man right here.

[bumblesimagines]

Little Loomis

Part 12

Request: Yes or No

wayyyy shorter than i’d like it to be but

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You woke up with a soft gasp, staring at the speckled ceiling. You cringed and pushed yourself up with a wince, gaze sweeping over the room. The beeping,  gown, and white walls all told you one thing. 

“I must be fucking immortal.” You moved your legs over the edge of the bed and clutched onto the pole with the iv drip. You groaned and held your side as pain spiked up your body. You could feel your legs tremble and threaten to give out but you had one thing in mind.

Sidney.

You walked forward, using the pole as a walking stick. You were able to make it out of your room, looking down the empty halls. You leaned against the wall and clutched your side, tilting your head back against the wall and taking in a pained breath. You heard Deweys familiar voice and his figure ran down the end of the hall. 

“Dewey?” You pushed yourself off the wall and pushed forward, heading to the end of the hall as quick as your body would let you. You stumbled into the room and watched Jill slam a metal bowl over Deweys head until he was knocked unconscious. You ripped the iv drop out and raised the pole, taking quiet yet fast steps. As Jill stood up with Deweys’ gun in hand, you swung the end of the pole against her head. Jill grunted and stumbled to the side, swinging her head around with a scowl and raising the gun. You ducked and dodged the bullet, feet giving out. You fell to the floor with a cry, feeling stitches pulling open. You heaved and used the remaining strength to hit Jills legs with the pole. 

“Fuck, you mother-”

“Dewey!” Jill raised the gun toward Gale. You pushed yourself up and turned your head, seeing an unconscious Sidney, the floor covered in her blood but the subtle movement of her chest rising and falling eased your worries. You flinched when a gunshot rang out and Gale hid behind a bed with Judy. 

“Give me your gun or I’ll shoot (Y/N). Or maybe, I’ll blow Deweys head off.” Jill shouted at the two. You watched Sidney open her eyes and pull herself up with some difficulty, her gaze sets on a machine. Another gunshot sounded off and a thud followed. 

“Get up.” Jill ordered, keeping her gun pointed at Gale. “Get your skinny ass out here.”

“Okay.. But, can I just say something?” 

“What? Please?” Jill scoffed. The sound of the defibrillator charging was faint and you remained in your spot, not wanting to draw Jills attention away from Gale. Sidney crept over, grimacing with each step but the pain didn’t deter her.

“No. Clear.” 

“Clear.” Sidney responded, pressing the paddles to the side of Jills head and sending the charge through her skull. Her body spasmed and fell to the floor, gun slipping from her hand and falling before you. Sidney panted softly and stared down at her niece. You reached a bloodied hand forward and grabbed the gun, looking back at Jills’ limp body.

“You forgot the first rule of remakes, Jill. Don’t fuck with the original.” Sidney spat, setting the paddle aside and reaching down for you, helping you up onto your feet and getting you on the other bed. She took a seat beside Gale and Dewey on the floor. You looked down at them and sighed.

“We might just have to delay the wedding.” You breathed out. 

“Knowing the two of you, you’ll push through.” Gale chuckled softly. Your grip on the gun tightened and you lifted it, making eye contact with Jill and pulling the trigger. Her body slumped over and Sidney let out a shakey breath.

“Good aim, babe.”

“Learned from the best.” You responded, laying back on the bed and focusing on the ceiling while Dewey called into the radio and Gale left in search of doctors. The bed dipped and Sidney whimpered, slowly resting down beside you. She inhaled softly and turned her head towards you, her hand finding yours. You made eye contact and smiled, scooting closer and kissing her shoulder.

“Guess we’re meant to be.”

“Guess so.” 

The aftermath of the attack was the same as the other times. Your wounds were treated, your father arrived to scold you, and you were moved to a room with Sidney. You sipped on the juice box and listened to the radio, looking over at Sidney whilst she read. 

“The doctors said we should be up and walking fine in three months so we’ll be alright for the wedding. He said we shouldn’t push our bodies too much and that we’ll need to take breaks.” Sidney piped up quietly, flipping the page in her book.

“We’ll be married soon.”

↣ ↣ ↣

You flipped over the grilled cheese, seeing the bread had turned a pretty brown. You listened to the sizzling and smiled when the stairs creaked, feeling a gust of air go by.

“Tatum, no running.” You called, shooting your daughter a knowing look. Tatum gave a sheepish grin and sat down at the table. You picked up the first plate of grilled cheese and leaned over, setting it down infront of Tatum.

“You got your homework?”

“Yep!”

“And your book?”

“Mhm.” You smiled and turned to the grilled cheese, setting it down on the second plate. Your second daughter walked in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She reached out and tugged on your pant leg.

“Do I have to go, dad?” 

“Yes, Sadie, you have to go to school.” You ruffled the brunettes hair and set the plate down on the table, watching her climb into her seat. Sidney rounded the corner with Neil in her arms, shooting you a wide smile and pecking your cheek. You set napkins down for the girls to wipe their hands before ushering them outside and towards the car. You got Sadie secured in her booster seat and got in the car, reserving out of the driveway and driving down the street.

“Can we get ice cream after school?” Sadie asked, swinging her legs back and forth. You noticed Tatum perk up in the rearview mirror and chuckled, nodding.

“Alright, sure.” You smiled, hearing their cheers and excited giggles. The rest of the ride was filled with the two girls conversing and asking question until you pulled into the drop-off and watched Sadie help her sister out of the car. They held hands and waved, yelling their goodbyes. You sighed softly and drove away, listening to the radio show and heading back to the house. You pulled into the driveway and headed inside, dropping your keys in the bowl beside the door. 

“You still home, babe?” You called, your voice echoing through the house. Sidney had gone on one of her daily walks with Neil. You entered the kitchen and opened the fridge door, looking at the drawings pinned on the doors with magnets. Neils’ drawings would join his sisters once he took an interest in crayons. You took a water bottle and headed upstairs to your office, entering and sitting down. You opened your laptop and went to the document, continuing with your writing. 

What felt like an hour passed before you leaned back in your chair, hearing the sound of the garage opening and closing. Saving the document, you stood up and left the office, heading down the stairs and greeting Sidney. She gave you a solemn look and passed you Neil.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, feeling Neils’ tiny fingers clutching your shirt, his soft coos reaching your ears. Sidney sighed softly and reached for the remote, turning on the tv and switching to the news channel. 

“This quiet town by the name of Woodsboro has gained quite the reputation after not one, but two massacres. In just a day will be the twenty-fifth anniversary of the original massacre and it seems like tragedy has struck this small town again. In a change of events, however, the young victim by the name of Tara Carpenter has miraculously pulled through the vicious attack and is making a speedy recovery. The second victim, a local by the name of Vince Schneider, was attacked outside of a bar last night and did not make it. A third victim has been recently reported, an unnamed woman, who was attacked at the Woodsboro Hospital but got away.”

“Fuck.”

“(Y/N).”

“Sorry. Don’t repeat that Neil.” You pressed a kiss to his temple and sighed, watching the tv shut off. You looked back at Sidney and leaned against the couch, gently bouncing the baby.

“You wanna go to Woodsboro? Dad and Shelly have been wanting some grandparent time.” You watched Sidney, seeing her conflicted face. She sighed and rested her hands on her hips, biting down on her lip.

“We almost died last time we went. We have kids-”

“I know you’re stalling, Sid. I’ve known you long enough to know when you want to do something but aren’t sure.” You took a step forward, pressing your lips against hers. Sidney hummed and smiled softly.

“I... I already looked up tickets. We can go, make sure Dewey has it handled and we can return the next day.” Sidney rubbed the back of her neck and sighed softly.

“I’ll take a shower and we can talk about it some more.”

[sparklewrites1]

[WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR]

[LEGALLY BLONDE]

Vivian and Elle

[SHADOW & BONE TV SHOW]

Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa

Alina Starkov

Nikolai Lantsov

Nina Zenik

Matthias Helvar

Kaz Brekker (platonically for x reader)

Genya Safin (platonically for x reader)

[SCREAM]

I will not write for Stu, Billy, Ethan, Richie, Cotton, Wayne, or Mrs Loomis because those are not characters I know how to write nor do I really want to. (Sorry!)

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Kirby Reed

Jill Roberts

Sidney Prescott

Dewey Riley

Gale Weathers (Platonic only)

Samantha Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Liv Mckenzie

Amber Freeman

Charlie Walker

Wes Hicks

Laura Crane

Anika Kayoko

Any other character

[DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES]

Xenk Yendar

Simon Aumar

Edgin (platonic only)

[BARBIE]

Margot!Barbie

[NARNIA]

Edit: I'll only write platonically for the pevensie siblings and caspian (except peter)

I'll also write for Tumnus

[MCU]

Kate Bishop

ALL OF THE AVENGERS (platonic only.)

Yelena Belova (platonic only considering she is aro/ace in the comics and most likely the same in mcu)

Jennifer Walters

Michelle Jones

Loki (Platonic mostly)

[THE LAST OF US]

Dina

Ellie

Joel and Tommy [platonic only tho]

There's more to be added to this list I'm just lazy rn.

[ARCANE]

Mel

Vi

Caitlin

[RENFIELD 2023]

Robert Renfield

[(JUJUTSU KAISEN)]

Gojo Satoru

Getou Suguru

Nanami Kento

Yuji Itadori (no suggestive stuff)

Megumi Fushiguro (no suggestive stuff)

Nobara Kugisaki (no suggestive stuff)

Maki Zenin (no suggestive stuff)

Yuta Okkotsu (no suggestive stuff)

Toge Inumaki (no suggestive stuff)

[HORIZON ZERO DAWN/FORBIDDEN WEST]

Aloy

Varl

Kotallo

Erend (platonic only)

Rost (platonic only)

Seyka

Vanasha

[THE WALKING DEAD] (I'm only on s7 so NO SPOILERS please)

Pete Dolgen

Rick Grimes (platonic only)

Michonne (platonic only)

Maggie Rhee (platonic only)

Glenn Rhee (platonic only)

Carl Grimes (platonic only)

Beth Greene

Sasha Williams (platonic only)

Abraham Ford (platonic only)

Rosita Espinosa (platonic only)

Eugene Porter (platonic only)

Tara Chambler (platonic only)

Louis (twdg)

Kenny (twdg) (platonic only)

Lee Everett (twdg) (platonic only)

Clementine (twdg) (platonic only)

Omid (twdg) (platonic only)

Christa (twdg) (platonic only)

Luke (twdg) (platonic only)

Rebecca (twdg) (platonic only)

Javier Garcia (twdg) (platonic only)

Lilly (twdg) (platonic only)

[cloveroctobers]

heyy! first of all i love your content, and if you still write for all american could you write for chris or darnell?

CHRIS JACKSON x READER / Spring Prompts!

A/N: thank you sweet anon! I know you asked for this months ago but yeah I still write for all american…just certain characters now lol. I’m also making a attempt to write for the AA homecoming characters so if anybody is interested? Stay tuned! Also the lack of gifs for this man (and Darnell) is trash and such a shame. Anyways! Here’s a little something something.

Using: #17. Caught in a sudden rainstorm from this prompt list here —

Track listened to while writing —

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This was it.

You’ve all managed to get through high school and get those papers! No doubt south Crenshaw would always be home but it was not all that you wanted to know. You took your education pretty seriously but didn’t personally care for the pressure that came with it. Ultimately there were a few out of state colleges that you wanted to attend but you either a) didn’t get in b) didn’t receive scholarships that you applied for c) the expense would put not only you but your family in debt — which was not worth it to you.

However you still had three (or four) options: attend the community college at Golden Angeles University (GAU) that didn’t strictly offer a aerospace program but you would be alongside half of your high school friends…yet you would most likely have to major in something else and you could apply for FA, the second option—go to GAU for a few semesters then transfer over to Betula California state university (BCSU) which was your realistic dream school and you wouldn’t have to struggle to find a major (unless something changed) but it was six hours away, third option — take a leap year as a reward of simply getting through high school but you’d work the summer, or the final option? Decide not to go at all.

It was the day after graduation when you all decided to meet up again to have a bonfire at the beach. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, lounging around having chatter, drinks on hand, dance battles by the fire, volleyball and football in the water, it was a good time like it should be without any worries in the world.

You sat in between Layla and Simone as they chatted about what Riri’s next track should sound like but you all know the music was never coming. You found yourself drifting off from the conversation as you focused on your boyfriend of two years, Chris Jackson chatting with his childhood friend Patience over the fire.

Your mind couldn’t help but flash to the disagreement the both of you had yesterday night.

“Chris, I can’t believe you would throw this on me right now when I’m trying to figure out what I want to do. Now that you’re saying this just makes this even harder, what were you thinking?” You paced your bedroom floor.

Chris furrowed his thick arched brows as he sat in your clam chair in the corner, “I was thinking that I wanted to test the waters and see if we have a future together? It sounded like a good idea to me.”

“Got it so your ass wasn’t thinking,” you widened your eyes with a snap of your fingers, “we’re still a fresh relationship and for you to just sign a lease on a apartment while expecting me to follow you like a lap dog is crazy to me.”

Chris kissed his teeth, “We are not our parents, I don’t expect you just follow my orders since I’m the man in the relationship and I’m actually offended that you think that’s what I would want you to do. It was just a suggestion and regardless it’s on me, I didn’t ask you to sign with me did I?”

Closing your eyes you deeply inhaled. Yes this was true but not really the point? You had no idea that your boyfriend was even looking for apartments especially fresh out of high school…you started to wonder what his mother thought about all of this.

“Oh my god, does Mrs. Twanda think I put you up to this? I know she isn’t exactly thrilled that her only boy wanted to up and leave out of her place? She probably wants to call me all types of heffa’s and pull my tracks out and i didn’t even do shit! It was all her son being impulsive.” You rambled pinching at your bottom lip in distress.

Chris couldn’t help but to bust out laughing at you, which automatically made you on the defense at you stomped over to him ready to fight. You placed two feet beside his thighs with him eyeing you carefully.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, whatever this is. I know how much you love this chair and I’m not going to be responsible if you break it, on god.” He pointed at your position while still looking up at you and carefully latching onto your bare ankles.

Scoffing you hunched forward gripping his collar and pressing your forehead to his, “shut up, Christopher. You’re stressing me out!”

“And you think you’re gonna yank me up with one hand, like you’re my southern grandma is gonna help? I’m type thick and might break that wrist of yours, I’m just sayin’, baby. You might wanna think this through.” Chris advised while you tilted your head at that.

You laughed, “did you forget? I’ve broken my wrist in two places before thanks to volleyball.”

Chris blinked and shifted his eyes, “exactly…?”

Ignoring him you continued, “and oh you want me to think? Like you did when you signed a lease and said hey, y/n you should live with me.”

“I mean…if it’s that big of deal just say no and it’s done.” Chris licked his lips with a shrug of his shoulders.

You twisted around, plopping down in his lap while bringing him into a headlock much to his surprise. “We can’t just say no because that’ll become a much bigger problem.”

“Uh no…we’ve said it to each other before. We ain’t no yes men or women? Around here.” Chris poked your rib for you to loosen your grip, which you flinched but didn’t falter. You had to get your point across.

Sighing you replied, “yeah but this is different. I don’t want you to resent me if I do move in…just to go off to BCSU.”

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, finally making you release your tight hold around his neck and relax against his shoulder.

“Look…just because I’m not going off to school doesn’t mean I want you to put your goals on hold for me. I’m not tryna gatekeep you from anything, I love you too much to be that kind of an asshole, aight?” Chris was genuine with you as you stared into his ink colored eyes.

Giving him a soft smile you tilted his chin downwards so you could give him a kiss, “I love you.”

Chris caught you staring at him and sent you a gummy smile with a wink before turning back to his conversation with patience.

Another hour passed striking midnight when everyone started to pack up. Just as you finished hugging everyone goodbye, a coco brown hand wrapped around your waist pulling you back to the sand.

“Hey,” you laughed, spinning to face Chris who’s skin shined even underneath the moonlight, “what’s up?”

“Want to hang back a bit…there’s nobody here.”

Glancing around the beach, it did look pretty empty and it was a public beach so you didn’t have to worry about beach patrol kicking you out.

“I think I heard Olivia mention it might rain a little tonight…” you trailed off, eyeing the Smokey clouds beneath the Pearl moon.

Your attention was interrupted as you heard ruffling of plastic as Chris placed a cap over your head; he even tucked your hair under like a true gentleman.

Laughing you leaned your arms on his chest, “I left this in your car from last time didn’t I?”

“That you did.” He chuckled.

For what felt like eternity, the both of you stayed in each other’s grasp with nothing but the moon and black waves rolling on. You almost started to doze off until the sudden sound of thunder punched through the air, making the both of you jump. Both of you lifted your head to the sky and watched as white lightning zig-zagged through the night.

“Yeah now I think it’s time to slide,” Chris told you, “I can deal with thunder but that lightning hits different! This one time, We were at a family reunion when I was like thirteen down in Tennessee and my uncle Tremaine who came through from St. Louis got hit? It was something out of a movie! So unreal, He ended up suffering hearing and memory loss.”

Chris was always the main one to unintentionally tell you something unsettling during the event of which it could occur. You, Spencer, and Patience were always on his ass about doing this. You strongly considered shoving him into the ocean but the harsh rain that followed stopped you from doing so.

The both of you were quick on your feet, snatching your things up by the bonfire as you ran to the stairs. You were slipping up the wooden stairs with your flip flops, surely scrapping the front of your foot but Chris made sure to keep a tight hold on your hand. The both of you paused every time some lightning came through and carried on once it stopped every so often. The wind was legit pushing you as you ran that you were positive that you were floating at some point and along with the rain? It felt like you were running through the parking lot blind but the adrenaline kept the both of you moving. Eventually the both of you made it to the car, drenched and panting from it all.

The both of you sat slumped in the front of the car, watching as the rain pelted against the window shield and made it impossible to see out of. That’s when the pinging of your phones went off, signaling that you had messages in the chat with everyone checking in to see if you all made it home.

Chris did the honors of snapping a pic of you two, flash on, with you looking at him wildly and resulted in you flicking his ear which he yelped at. “Girl you need to stop assaulting me, I got delicate skin too.”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed your wet face into his hoodie as he sent the picture off to the chat. Placing the phone down he sat back for awhile before peeking at you, “we prolly should have left on time with everybody else, huh?”

All you could do was laugh in disbelief as Chris tried to hug on you and kiss your face with his wet skin but you did your best to dodge his attacks, both of your laughter drowned out by the rain.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first two seasons so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men universe - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Remy LeBeau, Rogue, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson, Emma Frost.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

BOOKS:

- ACOTAR series - Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Emerie, Eris Vanserra (maybe, if you have a request), Gwyn, Helion, Kallias, Tarquin, Thesan.

- The Serpent and the Wings of Night - Raihn Ashraj

- Magnolia Parks - Magnolia Parks, BJ Ballentine

- The Inheritance Games - Nash Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne

- The Cruel Prince - Cardan Greenbriar, Dain Greenbriar, Balekin Greenbriar, Roiben.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

[twistnet]

kinktober masterlist — 2022

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“i think they should be absolutely terrified of you...”

welcome all to another year of kinktober! just like with the previous year, random names were drawn from my character list using the wheel of death and were matched with a prompt that fit that chosen character!

⋯ ✧ PROMPTS ; prompts were chosen from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen​​ ; these are pure smut, meaning 18+ only [ minors do not interact! ] — you can block #twistnet :: kinktober 2022 if you do not wish to see

⋯ ✧ EXPECTATIONS ; all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers, afab!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

⋯ ✧ NOTICES ; things to keep in mind

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. 69 — pete mitchell x fem!reader

day two. floor sex — stella kidd x afab!reader

day three. glove kink — dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x fem!reader

day four. missionary — jim street x gn!reader

day five. leather // latex — jill valentine x fem!reader

day six. cockwarming — matt murdock x gn!reader

day seven. costumes — robin buckley x fem!reader

day eight. voice kink — druig x gn!reader

day nine. double penetration — cobb vanth x din djarin x fem!reader

day ten. creampie — bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gn!reader

day eleven. erotic photos — abby anderson x fem!reader

day twelve. exhibitionism // voyuerism — steve harrington x fem!reader + eddie munson

day thirteen. face-sitting // fucking — kim burgess x afab!reader

day fourteen. love bites // markings — dani powell x fem!reader

day fifteen. overstimulation — jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

day sixteen. bath // shower sex — vi x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — scott lang x afab!reader

day eighteen. lingerie — nancy wheeler x fem!reader

day nineteen. masturbation — alexei smirnoff x afab!reader

day twenty. mirror sex — tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

day twenty-one. praise kink — robert ‘bob’ floyd x fem!reader

day twenty-two. phone sex — javier peña x female!reader

day twenty-three. orgasm denial — leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe x gn!reader

day twenty-four. outdoor sex — ellie williams x fem!reader

day twenty-five. sex pollen — stephen strange x gn!reader

day twenty-six. wax play — nora fowler x afab!reader

day twenty-seven. sensory deprivation — fennec shand x fem!reader

day twenty-eight. strap-ons — chris alonso x afab!reader

day twenty-nine. body worship — natasha ‘pheonix’ trace x fem!reader

day thirty. temperature play — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day thirty-one. wild card — robert hicks x afab!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

[liberty-barnes]

Just Breathe

Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!Bisexual!Reader

Summary: Childbirth waits for no one, not even the Oscars.

Warnings: fluuuuuff, pregnant reader, mentions of childbirth, good press articles, BISEXUAL READER WOOOHOOO

Word Count: 1.5k words

Estimated Reading Time: 6 minutes

A/N: heeeeey look @peterspideyy​ @parkersbliss​ that crazy idea i ranted to you about like six months ago finally got done! i can’t believe i did it... this feels too good to be true, is the world gonna end or something?

Masterlist 

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Me neither."

"Please, just stay here."

You looked up to your brother and husband, frowning as you smoothed your hand over the soft black fabric of your gown.

"I am not missing the Oscars, Tom. I've still got two weeks until I'm due, it'll be fine."

You sat down on the bed and looked dejectedly at your shoes, then proceeded to throw puppy dog eyes your brother's way until Harrison had no choice but to kneel and help you put on your comfortable trainers. There's no way you're putting on your heels at 37 weeks of pregnancy.

"But what if Baby decides to come sooner? You could go into labour at any moment!"

You rolled your eyes and only raised your arms so they could help you out of bed.

"You guys are being over-dramatic. Nothing's gonna happen. We're just going to the Oscars, we'll have a good time, and hopefully, I'll leave with a little statue under my arm."

With that, you waddled out of your hotel room, ready to get into the limo.

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"(Y/n)! It's so good to see you! You look radiant as always!"

You smiled at Kaitlyn, an interviewer you knew and trusted and rubbed your belly comfortingly. 

"Thank you, I feel like a whale, but Baby'll be here soon so it's worth it."

She smiled and asked you a bunch of questions about your movie and how you were feeling about being nominated for Best Actress.

"But anyway, how far along are you now?"

"I'm a little over 37 weeks, they should be coming soon. Tom and Haz were actually really apprehensive about me coming here since I'm so close to my due date."

She smiled and looked over at the two men, obviously on edge.

"Well, I wish you all the best and I sincerely hope you win."

You hugged her goodbye and posed for a few more pictures before being led inside by your husband.

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"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for..."

Everyone watched with bated breath as Brie Larson, last year's winner, got ready to announce who would take home the trophy.

"This year's winner, and taking home the Oscar for best actress in a leading role..."

Tom took your hand and you squeezed it tight, ready to applaud one of the other amazing actresses on their win.

"(Y/n) Holland, for her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin!"

You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, run to that stage, kiss Brie, then promptly burst to flames out of sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm. Tom was hugging you and whispering how much you deserved it while your brother gently guided you to the podium. None of them would ever allow you to go up there on your own. Always one in front of you in case you trip forward and one behind you to catch you if you fall back.

Overprotective much?

As soon as you reached Brie, you hugged her tight (or as tight as you could with a human baby house separating you), taking the award while the two boys hugged her too.

"Holy Louis Tomlinson in a crop top."

The audience laughed, most of them already familiar with your strange One Direction inspired expressions.

"Wow, I didn't actually think I was gonna win this, everyone had such amazing performances. I-It's an honour, really. Two Sides of the Same Coin was a project very near and dear to my heart, so I'd like to thank the amazing Drew Barrymore, who wrote and directed the movie."

The room erupted in cheers and the woman smiled at you from her place on the front row.

"Bisexual representation is something we don't get very often, and when we do, it's always misjudged. So thank you for showing the world what bisexuality really is, and for giving me a chance to live out my dreams of kissing lots of people. This idiot tied me down too soon."

You pointed behind you at Tom, hearing his appalled squeak along with Harrison's guffaw of a laugh. 

In other news, the baby was starting to inconvenience you slightly. Baby had been going crazy since last night (not that you'd tell the boys) and the Braxton-Hicks were killing you, but it only got worse now.

"I'd also like to thank my amazing costars, Zendaya, Bella Thorne, and Owen Patrick Joyner, it was awesome to make out with you all..."

The crowd laughed while you felt something trickle down your legs.

Oh.

OH.

You'll never live this down, that's for sure.

"Uh, before I finish can one of you idiots call the car and get them to come to the exit please and thank you? Now as I was saying-"

"Wait, why?"

You turned to your brother and smiled innocently.

"Oh, my water just broke."

The crowd cheered.

Tom screamed.

Harrison fell to the floor, unconscious.

You sighed.

"New plan, can anyone try to wake my brother while my hus-" 

You looked at Tom, frantically doing small back and forths between you and his best friend, unsure of what to do. 

"-While someone else calls the car because both of them are apparently useless."

"We need to get you to the hospital!"

His terrified scream could be heard all through the room, even with no mic.

"What? No! I need to finish my acceptance speech, then go back to the hotel to shower and maybe take a little nap and then go to the hospital. My water just broke, Thomas, we have time, calm your tits."

You turned back fully to the mic, facing the hysteric faces of the crowd, very entertained by the exchange.

"Now as I was saying, I want to thank the amazing team that worked on this movie, you're all amazing and it was such a good experience. I'd also like to thank my family for always being there for me and supporting me and Haz in our acting careers. Thank you to my brother, even if he's unconscious right now, he'll just watch it on Youtube later, for literally forcing me to go to the audition. And lastly, I'd like to thank my wonderful husband, who hopefully hasn't passed out yet, for always supporting me and being my biggest rock through everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff."

---

An Oscar in hand and another... down her legs?

(Y/n) Holland sure gave the Oscars something to be entertained by on this last Saturday. The wife of fellow actor Tom Holland looked radiant in her custom-made Valentino dress, looking ready for a night of fun.

(Y/n) was nominated for this year's Best Actress in a Leading Role award, alongside Meryl Streep, Margot Robbie, Cate Blanchett, and Tessa Thompson, but the Oscar went to her from her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin. But it was during her acceptance speech that things got... slippery.

At 37 weeks of pregnancy, the Holland baby was ready to come at any minute, but apparently, theatrics run in the family. The actress was in the middle of her speech when she felt her water break, pausing in her talking to request a car be called.

You'd think her husband, Tom, and brother Harrison Osterfield, overprotective as they are, would be fully prepared! Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for our entertainment, they were not. Harrison went unconscious after hearing the news, dropping to the floor and earning himself a minor concussion, much to his sister's amusement

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@ynholland: "Don't worry, when you go into labour, I'll be with you every step of the way." Said Harrison Osterfield, then proceeded to pass out, get a minor concussion, and miss the whole delivery.😂 Good job, little bro👍

And just when you thought she couldn't get any better, she finishes her acceptance speech with: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff." We have no choice but to stan this iconic queen!

But for the news you've all been waiting for, Oscar Robert Holland (yes, the middle name is a homage to Robert Downey Jr. himself, we're not crying, you are!) was born just twelve hours later. Tom let know through a beautiful Instagram picture that he is in fact "perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already".

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@tomholland2013: I present to you, my best creation to this date: Oscar Robert Holland. Thank you all for your prayers and kind messages, our boy is perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already❤️

But of course, Uncle Haz wouldn't stay behind.

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@hazosterfield: Since I know you've all been worried sick and desperate to know how the baby is... I'm doing just fine, it's just a minor concussion :) Oh and my godson's great too.

And just to prove that the Osterfields are indeed the royal family of comedy, we leave with this wonderful picture posted to the happy mum's very own Instagram.

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@ynholland: Guess I was so good they gave two Oscars instead of one ;)

-Written by Kaitlyn Storm

so anyway, Two Sides of the Same Coin is a movie idea i got a while ago and should maybe try to write one of these days but oh well or something. anyway, i’m not gonna rant about it here cause it’d be too long but i hope you enjoyed this and don’t forget to like/comment/reblog if you feel like it!

-Love, Miah

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Breathe | rh

“So good for me, just like that,” Bobby murmured from his seat, one hand filling in paperwork that LAPD still needed in paper, the other securing your head to him. Your jaw ached, one line of drool tracing its way down your neck and between your tits, the other dripping slowly between your knees into a puddle on the ground.

You’d mouthed off, making a smart ass comment the previous day. When he’d warned you he’d make you keep quiet you hadn’t listened, until coming into his office before you went home after a long shift and your partner - the only word the two of you could settle on - had tied your hands behind your back with his tie and gotten you to your knees to warm his cock with your mouth.

A knock at the door startled you, your head pushed down slightly to make you just gag in warning.

“Come in.” The door opened and heavy footsteps walked in as you stayed silent, jaw tender and knees starting to ache from the unforgiving concrete under them.

“Casual Friday?” It was Deacon and you closed your eyes, worry at being caught with your boss’s boss’s cock in your mouth flooding your system.

“Got frustrated and took it off. Everything ok, Deac?” Robert didn’t sound any different and you envied the control he had.

“Yeah, yeah. Annie wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner this weekend? She wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Fine.” You moved your tongue slightly, enjoying the jerk his cock did in you. “I won’t be over, I’m busy. But it’s much appreciated, thank her for me?”

“Of course. Have a good weekend, Commander.” He left the room, and the moment you heard the heavy wood door close Robert moved back, leaving you with your mouth open under his desk staring up at him.

“I thought this would be a lesson but it’s not. Just wait until we get home. Someone just lost the right to orgasms for the next week.”

You looked up pleadingly, but all he did was cup your cheek.

“If you weren’t such a slut who wanted to get in trouble, you’d be a good girl for me and you’d get to cum. But instead I’m going to edge you so many times you’ll beg me to ruin one just for some relief. But that won’t even help.” He pulled you up, undoing the tie and checking your wrists for any signs it had been too tight.

“I’m leaving in ten minutes. If you’re not inside and naked, waiting in my room you’re going to be in even more trouble.”

You reached up for a quick kiss before walking as quickly as possible away, determined to not be any worse off before the evening was over.