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After Steve cums inside you he flops down next to you and goes in for a high five

I- honestly… I fear you may be right. With all his other dorky things (“time to giddy up, yeah”) I can honestly see him doing this

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 24: Behind the Scenes

Word Count: 701/Rating: T/Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader/CW: Eddie's got a crush, theatre girl!Reader, reader wears a dress, one dirty joke thanks to Gareth/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, theatre girl!Reader, Principal Higgins

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“This is all your fault,” Gareth hissed at Eddie. “I should be behind the bleachers, making out with Annie right now.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, swiping a paint brush over a two-by-four. “Sure, blame the guy standing up to The Man. Let’s not consider that Principal Higgins was the one who banned us from the talent show.”

Jeff hiked up his sleeves and grabbed the nearest hammer, ready to construct the Scarecrow’s perch. “Higgins didn’t ‘ban’ us,” he countered. “He just told us we couldn’t play War Pigs.”

“And that’s better?” Eddie shook his head. “No, we were given freedom of speech for a reason! We should be able to play whatever we goddamn want!”

Mrs. Porter, the school play’s director, glared at him and shushed. Eddie held up his hands in surrender, but continued complaining in a loud whisper. 

“All I’m saying is, if he didn’t want us putting on our own lunchtime performance, he should’ve let us do our thing at the talent show.”

“I think the lunch ladies enjoyed it,” Grant chimed in, earning himself a thwack in the back of the head from Jeff. 

Eddie was about to thank him for his support, but a flash of pink caught his eye. You were standing in front of the girl playing Dorothy and twirling in your Glinda dress. After a few spins, you got dizzy, and Dorothy caught you as you both burst into laughter.

Gareth resumed his rant, oblivious to Eddie’s sudden smittenness. “I’d rather play Girls Just Wanna Have Fun than build sets for the fuckin’ school play.” He held the perch in place so Jeff could hammer in the nail. “At least we could write lyrics and plan campaigns in regular deten–are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?” Eddie blinked a few times, snapping himself out of his daze. “Yeah. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Got it.”

“What’re you looking at?” Grant peered around one of the fighting trees, his face splitting into a grin when he saw. “Oh, that’s why you’re not pitching a fit about this set design detention.”

Jeff batted his eyelashes flirtatiously. “Eddie, do you have the hots for the fairy princess?”

“Shut up!” Eddie grumbled. “And she’s not a fairy princess; she’s Glinda the Good Witch.”

The backup guitarist put up his hands in mock surrender. “My apologies.” 

“You gonna ask her to play with your wand?” Gareth snickered, but he quickly stopped once Eddie shot him a look that could kill.

You disappeared back into the makeshift dressing room, and Eddie let out a silent sigh of relief. He might not be able to stare at you from afar, but at least he could think about you without the guys interfering. The subject naturally shifted to the songs they wanted to add to their setlist for their Hideout gigs, and Eddie was in the clear.

Until.

“Those look great!” 

Eddie’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. His cheeks reddened and his mouth relaxed into a sheepish grin.

“Thanks, yeah. I’m not much of an artist–like, a painting artist. I band. Um, I mean, I play in a band. So, like, music artist. I do music. Yeah.”

You raised your eyebrows, clearly unsure how to interpret his rambling. “Well, a music artist is still an artist.”

“Yeah.” Christ, Munson; is that the only word you know?

Gareth was more than happy to supply further conversation. “Sorry, he’s kind of an idiot around girls he’s hopelessly in love with.”

‘I hate you’ was perched on Eddie’s tongue, but you stepped in. You paid no attention to the menace-formerly-known-as-Gareth as you spoke directly to Eddie. “Well, we always need music artists to help make the orchestra pit fuller. If you’re interested.”

“No–I mean, yeah, I’m interested. Super interested.” The paint brush clattered to the ground, but he barely noticed. “Where do I sign up?”

As Eddie followed you to where the orchestra conductor was tuning violins, Gareth leaned closer to the two remaining bandmates. “Think it’s a good idea to tell him that Higgins is technically the reason why he got to talk to his dream girl?”

Jeff clapped a hand on the drummer’s back. “Good luck with that.”

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[cherienymphe]

When The Party’s Over XXV (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, toxic relationship, violence, jealousy, stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

This is it! My longest Rafe series is complete and I had a lot of fun writing this for you all. Enjoy!

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

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You were rocking him to sleep, soft hums leaving your lips as you did so. He still seemed so small in your hands, something that was hard to believe. It was a nice day out, and you’d taken advantage of the sun and light breeze, opting to sit outside for a while. It was good for him, for both of you really. Rose’s paranoia about the one-year-old getting sick had more influence than either of you wanted to admit.

You looked down at him in your arms, hair simple and pulled back out of your face. Your lashes fluttered as you gazed down at him, a look on your face like he was your favorite thing in the whole world. It was a sight, like you two were the only ones in the whole house…the whole island to be exact. The dress that Rose had bought you clung to you, some baby weight lingering, the top of it straining across breasts that were much fuller than they used to be.

Rafe had done that.

The glow in your face, the extra softness in your frame, and the mewling baby in your arms was all because of him. He knew that if you’d had it your way, your son wouldn’t be here, at all, anger bubbling up in his chest at the memory of what became of his first child. He tried not to linger on that or think about it at all if he could help it because it would send him into a blind rage all over again. He was trying to be better. He was trying.

He'd told you that, and he meant it.

…but you had a way of getting underneath his skin.

You always had.

From the first moment he came across you on the side of the road like some hapless prey ripe for the picking, the sight of you had stirred something in his chest. You’d looked so unsure, so nervous, and what had started out as a ploy to get a pretty girl into bed had turned into something more the second he realized who you were.

To say that he and Pope had an ugly history would be an understatement. They’d left their mark on each other more than a few times, and staring into the face of the Pogue’s sister, having you completely at his mercy, had him smiling in a way that was less than friendly. He’d wanted you then because it would be fun and would eat at Pope better than any punch could.

…but then…

He’d wanted you because he didn’t want anyone else to have you.

You were sweet—too sweet—and kind—too kind—and where Rafe would normally have the desire to squash someone like you, all he’d wanted was to have you all to himself. You were just too trusting, letting Rafe touch you and talk to you in ways that he could tell you’d written off as nothing. You were too naïve…and too caring.

He hadn’t lied when he found himself at your window all those months ago, knuckles bruised from the force behind his punch. The concern in your eyes was almost enough to make Rafe feel bad, a genuine fear for him in there that he’d never seen in anyone’s eyes before. It had almost been enough to make him turn around, or at the very least, just leave you alone after that night.

However…

The thought of you looking at anyone else like that had made his chest tighten. Rafe didn’t want to imagine you letting anyone else climb through your window. He hadn’t wanted to think about you sitting on your bed like some rapt student, listening to some other asshole go on about whatever dull family problems weighed him down. He didn’t want to think of some other guy being on the receiving end of that soft voice and those expressive eyes and gentle hands.

No one had ever apologized for the relationship between him and his father before. The most Kelce or Topper had offered up was a halfhearted ‘that sucks’, and Rafe got it. They dealt with the same thing from uptight parents who expected too much, so what else could they really say? Sarah had only ever given him smug looks accompanied by some variation of ‘I told you so’, but you?

You’d been genuinely sorry. You’d looked at Rafe like being at odds with Ward was the worst thing you could imagine. You’d been so bothered by the thought of the older man making Rafe so angry to the point where he needed to take it out on a wall, hurting himself. You’d listened to him, comforted him and actually tried to make him feel better.

…and that was the moment that Rafe decided he had to have you.

You were just too good to be true, too good to pass up, and he hadn’t cared how he achieved it, only that he knew he was going to have you…for good. The slight guilt that he’d felt at taking advantage of your drunken state was quickly swallowed down by the feel of you underneath him, so tight and so warm. It was almost like he just didn’t deserve something as sweet as you, but if that were the case, you would’ve never been in his arms to begin with.

“Where are you going?”

The sight of you coming back inside pulled him from his reverie, and Rafe evenly gazed at you as you came up short at the sound of his voice. He hated the apprehension that seemed to live in your eyes now, knowing that he’d done that, but what was the alternative? Let you get comfortable enough to try and leave him again? Let you get bold enough to actually fight him off? Rafe was happy with your fear of him if it meant staying by his side.

“He’s been asleep for a while, now. So, I’m just going to put him down,” you told him, a look in your eyes like you wanted to mockingly ask him if that was okay.

He felt his lips quirk up into a small smirk, and he waved you off.

His eyes followed your every move as you breezed past him, gaze lingering on the way your dress hugged you as you climbed the stairs. There was a time where Rafe didn’t have to corner you and hold you down to have sex with him. There was a time when you initiated it just as much, happy to roll around in his bed and sneak around behind Pope’s back, and even though you were at a place where you could barely stand the sight of him, Rafe knew you’d get back to that once again.

It was only a matter of time.

You’d be raising a kid together for the next eighteen years. Not to mention however many more Rafe planned on having with you. Your only other option was to be completely miserable, and you were a lot of things, but stubborn wasn’t really one of them. It was solely your fear that drove you to keep your relationship with him a secret for so long. Not stubbornness.

He wouldn’t lie.

Rafe did feel a little bad about how it all came out, but in the end, it didn’t matter how everyone found out really. All that mattered was that the whole island knew you were his. This whole island would look at you and that baby in your arms and know that you both belonged to Rafe Cameron. He wouldn’t have to deal with assholes—both rich and low-class alike—hitting on you, and he wouldn’t have to keep arguing with you about it.

That was one aspect of your former relationship that he didn’t miss.

The secrecy was fun at first, so much so that Rafe could ignore how much it bothered him to keep you a secret and be a secret. Rafe was nobody’s secret, but it got old fast, and it was solely because of the horny fuckers that couldn’t put their tongues back in their mouth to hear you turn them down. He hated having to watch them run their eyes over you, tracing every inch if you with no effort to hide what they were thinking.

It was enough to drive him crazy, and he had let it.

What drove him crazier was your inability to see it. You’d treated him like he was silly, and all he’d wanted was to not have to sit back and swallow it down as countless guys approached you with every intention of doing to you what Rafe did every night. That was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

Knowing that when the party was over, it was his bed you were climbing into and his cock you were wrapping your lips around.

Not theirs.

Looking back, that was really all that mattered, and maybe he should’ve done a better job of remembering that. Hell, he’d even allowed his mind to run wild with the possibilities of you and Topper. It couldn’t be helped. Despite Topper’s own history with Bunny, Rafe saw the way the other blond looked at you sometimes, and even without Rafe in the picture, you weren’t the type to cavort with your friend’s sloppy seconds. That still didn’t stop Top from imagining what it’d be like though, and his fear as Rafe had confronted him only confirmed what Rafe knew he’d been thinking.

He recalled the way his best friend had seemed to trip over himself, stuttering to deny what they both knew was true. After all, if Rafe was threatening him over some girl, then it was serious and he’d been close to crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. Rafe knew you would never, but you’d been angry with him that night, and when he came back to the party to find you gone, only to track your phone, his mind had jumped to the worst.

You weren’t the vengeful type, that was more Rafe’s style, but he hadn’t been able to stop his imagination from getting the better of him.

He’d fucked up.

Bad.

He knew that that same night when it was just the two of you on the water, and you’d been trembling underneath him. He’d been determined to right his wrong, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. You had to see how messed up he was. You had to see how stupid he’d been to let his paranoia get to him. He hadn’t meant it, and he thought that he’d made you see that.

He thought you understood how sorry he was for that mistake he’d never be able to undo.

He hadn’t anticipated you leaving him. Not really, anyway. After all, Rafe loved you, and he was shit at showing it properly yeah, but did that really matter? He knew he loved you, and he thought you knew too. If he didn’t, would he really have gone through so much trouble just to keep you? To protect you from assholes that’d had the same intentions he’d had?

Rafe had gone above and beyond to keep you at his side, and as he leaned against the doorway, staring at you as you peered down into your son’s crib, none the wiser to his gaze, he wondered if you really knew just how much you meant to him even if he sucked at showing it.

“If you’re going then I’m going.”

Rafe heard you huff, a tired sound that clued him in to the fact that he was going to get what he wanted either way.

“Rafe…”

He didn’t respond, lightly bouncing his son and smiling back at the cherubic infant as he tried to grab at his face.

“Pope’s home for the weekend, and I just want to spend some time with my family. I want them to play with him and bond with him-.”

“…and you can’t do that with me there?”

“I don’t want you there!”

The rise in your voice gave the infant pause, and Rafe cooed at him before his face had time to scrunch up in preparation of a wail.

“I just want it to be us,” you continued.

“Not happening,” he replied with no room for argument.

There was a brief pause, one thick and filled with tension. He could feel your eyes on him, and Rafe was unbothered, only lazily looking towards you after some time. You were sitting on the bed, as beautiful as ever, face pinched into a frown. He took great care to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“You have to know that I’m not going anywhere by now,” you told him, voice cracking. “I can’t just want a few days away from you?”

“That’s not very healthy,” he sarcastically told you, slowly walking around the room. “We have a family, now, beautiful.”

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled.

The insult merely rolled over Rafe’s back.

“You can go wherever you want, you know that, but you’ve lost it if you think I’m not going with you,” he said, sitting next to you.

You both watched as your son reached for you, and Rafe happily handed him over. He couldn’t swallow down his smile as the infant made himself comfortable in your arms, a happy sound leaving his tiny lips at the sight of you. Rafe loved how much he loved you, and he loved how much you loved him in return. The sight made him happy, and you only gave him a scathing look when he reached out to gently touch your face.

“You tried to run from me before…and you tried to take him with you…”

His voice was soft as he reminded you of this.

“I’ll never put it past you to do that again.”

He watched you lick your lips, tongue darting between them as your eyes flashed, memories of that night going through your mind.

“You didn’t really give me much choice, Rafe,” you whispered. “How could I not want to be away from you?”

Rafe looked away at that, hating how much that affected him. He knew it was his own fault, he recognized that, but how could he right his wrongs when you didn’t give him the chance?

“I…messed up,” he said, catching himself after a glance at his son. “I know that…okay? But I love you and-.”

“You can’t really believe that, Rafe,” you whispered, not looking at him. “You don’t treat someone the way you’ve treated me if you love them.”

“I’m shit at showing it, alright?” he spat. “You don’t…you don’t need to tell me that. I know.”

He looked towards the empty crib, swallowing.

“You don’t…”

He trailed off, letting his words die in the air. How could he explain it to you? How could he make you understand that he was so terrified of losing you that it made him go overboard to make sure he didn’t?

“I just can’t lose you,” he finally murmured. “…and…it just makes me so desperate to do anything to make sure I don’t.”

Your scoff had him looking at you.

“Do you hear how messed up that is, Rafe?”

You blinked at him, looking at him like he was crazy, and of everything that happened, he hated that the most. Unlike everyone else, you’d never look at him like he was crazy or horrible or the problem.

“I should be able to leave if I want to,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t be trapped into a relationship, threatened into staying with you. That’s not right-.”

“I know it’s not right,” he spat, breathing through his nose as he looked between your eyes. “I know that. I know that it’s wrong and doesn’t make sense and every other bad thing in the book. I know that, okay?”

He pushed himself off of the bed, taking a deep breath.

“…but I’d rather that than not have you, at all.”

When he looked at you, he couldn’t place the look in your eyes, but you were staring up at him with parted lips. His son squirmed in your arms, and it was almost like you didn’t notice.

“I’d rather you be dead than not with me.”

You flinched, and he watched the way a lone tear escaped, skipping down your cheek. You shakily exhaled, looking away from him with a shake of your head. As Rafe said it, he realized that it was the truth. He’d set out to have you, he got you, and he wasn’t going to settle for losing you. It didn’t make sense for both of you to exist and not be together. It didn’t make sense for you to be alive and well and not with him.

Let alone with someone else.

He watched you look down at the infant in your arms, his son much quieter now.

“You terrify me, Rafe,” you finally said.

When your eyes met his again, he could see how true that was, and his own gaze found the floor.

“You’re not who I thought you were, and you terrify me,” you went on. “…and even if I was some dumb broad who wanted to just pretend like nothing happened and forgive you for everything you’ve done to me, you terrify me.”

When his eyes met yours again, you were glaring at him.

“You’ve hurt me more than anyone ever has. You hurt me in ways I never thought I would be, and I can’t be around you without wondering when you’re going to hit me again or hold my head under water or-.”

“I told you that I’m trying!”

Your words were getting to him, making his chest tighten and his jaw clench. His son squirmed and made a small noise of protest, and you held him closer. Rafe forced himself to take a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as you just…stared at him.

“I’m trying my best.”

“Well, your best sucks,” you whispered, swallowing. “They’ve put men in jail for less.”

Rafe didn’t really have anything to say to that other than an apology.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’ve said that before, Rafe. Some things you just can’t fix with an apology.”

You told him that in a tone filled with finality, and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, it was still something he didn’t want to hear. Rafe knew that he’d wear you down eventually, even if it took years, but as long as you’d wake up next to him with a smile on your face, it didn’t matter how long it took.

Your nails pressed into his shoulder, and Rafe hissed. The sting added to the heat that was already coursing through him, and he tightened his free hand around your wrist. The other was digging into your thigh, his mouth buried between your legs, tongue laving at your folds. Rafe was sure that he’d never get enough of you.

Truth be told, Rafe never liked going down on any girl much. He much preferred them going down on him, but his ego was too big to resist a chance at hearing some faceless bimbo moaning his name and clinging to him like her life depended on it. It was always a means to an end.

…but with you…Rafe loved the taste of you.

He loved swiping his tongue over you, sliding it between your folds, thrusting it into you as best as he could. He loved the way your breath would catch, and the way your thighs would press into his head, almost suffocating him. He liked to look up and see your parted lips, eyes wide and on the ceiling or half-closed and lashes fluttering.

Rafe had once thought that he could stay between your legs forever if it was possible.

He pressed his hand into your stomach when you came on his mouth, letting your leg go and reveling in the feel of your thighs tightening around his head. You were twisting your arm, trying to get him to let go, but Rafe was having none of that. You were still fighting to catch your breath when he kissed his way up your body.

Your bundle of joy was sleeping in Ward and Rose’s room tonight, something Rose was happy to agree to when Rafe had brought it up. You seemed to be just on the precipice of sleep when he’d made his way into the bed, his lips on yours before you had an understanding of what was happening.

Despite your verbal protests, and the hands pushing against him, your body greedily clung to his when he pushed himself into you. You were so wet, a simple and smooth intrusion, and Rafe groaned at the feel. He heard your sharp intake of breath and felt your nails press into his skin. His forehead lightly rested against yours as he just held himself there, basking in the feel of you wrapped tightly around his cock.

It was a feel he’d never get tired of.

He pressed his forearm into the pillow beside your head, leaning over you as he pulled his hips back. The action made you gasp again, and your chest arched up into his when he pushed into you to the hilt. His thrusts were slow at first, taking his time, and Rafe pressed his lips to your neck.

Rafe did love you.

At least, he thought he did.

He knew that the thought of never being with you drove him crazy, drove him to terrifying lengths. He knew that you were the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing before he went to bed. When he wasn’t with you, all he wondered was what you were doing. Your smile alone was enough to calm him down from any violent high, and sometimes when he thought about how badly he hurt you, it hurt him.

He would think about the frown on your face when he held you too tight or the fear in your eyes that day on the yacht. He remembered the way you shrunk in on yourself in his truck that night, clutching your cheek and wanting to be as far away from him as possible. It hurt Rafe to think about those things, some of them necessary, some of them not.

Sometimes you just made him so angry that he lost control, and while he never cared in the moment, the aftermath always had him feeling bad. He always wanted to hold you and tell you how sorry he was. Always wanted to kiss it better and beg for your forgiveness. Rafe had never wanted to lose control with you, and he’d failed at that so many times.

Your sharp moan brought him back to the present, and he curved his hips into yours, plunging into you without abandon. Your nails were drawing blood, but he didn’t care. He welcomed the feel, the pain, and his teeth grazed along your shoulder before his lips traveled to meet yours. You jerked your head away, but Rafe followed, covering your lips with his own.

He deeply inhaled, breathing you in and tasting the inside of your mouth. Every thrust had you shuddering beneath him, and Rafe felt like he wasn’t going to last for much longer. Against what you probably wanted, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around him and lifting your hips to meet his every thrust. Under the cover of darkness, you seemed to lose yourself, and it reminded Rafe of the early days in your relationship.

He missed waking up to the feel of your lips wrapped around him or your hand sliding along his bare skin in the middle of the night. No matter how much you might’ve wanted to erase it all, your body would never forget, and it was so evident in the way Rafe played you like an instrument, knowing exactly what to pull and what to stroke to make the sound he loved.

“I miss you,” he whispered into your mouth. “I miss you so much.”

You didn’t respond, pausing for half a second, and Rafe kissed you again.

“God, I miss you.”

Being with you was the only time Rafe felt…heard. Seen. You had never dismissed his problems because of however much money he had. You had never just placated him. You’d always genuinely felt bad for him and had always been open to listening to him and trying to make him feel better—whether that be with your words or your body.

In truth, you’d been way more understanding than he deserved at times.

…and that was how he knew you’d come around one day.

You had to.

There was no other choice.

When you came around him, he held you down, still pushing into you and fucking you through it. Your head was thrown back, and one leg was hooked along his waist, and Rafe didn’t want to look away. You were fighting to right your breathing, and Rafe took the time to kiss along your chest. His son was the greatest thing you’d given him, and despite your silence on the matter, Rafe could tell that you weren’t all that comfortable with the changes in your frame.

Rafe had never been happier, to be honest.

The fullness of your breasts were addicting to look at, even more addicting to feel, and knowing that it was to nurture his pride and joy turned him on so much. His teeth grazed over the rounded flesh, and his palm pressed over one, massaging it and squeezing it, and Rafe didn’t miss the mewl you let out. Nursing him before bed was something you hadn’t done today, and he both felt and heard your sigh of relief when he wrapped his lips around a hardened bud.

The pressure from his hand and mouth eased the pressure in your chest, making a mess on your skin and eventually the sheets. Rafe wondered what it felt like, that relief combined with the feel of him inside of you. When it was Rafe’s turn to come, he did so inside of you, jerking against you and rutting into you until he was spent.

You yourself were completely spent when he pulled away from you, resting on his back beside you. The only sound in the room was that of your combined breathing, and this was the part where you beat yourself up and allowed guilt to force you into more isolation. Rafe refused to let you, reaching over and pulling you closer. You didn’t react, and he’d take that over a fight any day.

“I love you,” he whispered after a while.

When you didn’t respond, Rafe continued.

“I know you don’t believe that, but I do. I-.”

“You’re obsessed with me,” you tearfully mumbled. “That’s not the same.”

Rafe swallowed, frowning.

“You want to possess me. You only care that I’m with you, never mind if I’m happy or not-.”

“You were happy with me before-.”

“…and that was before!”

You pulled away from Rafe, sitting up and wrapping the covers around you.

“That was before I knew what you were really like and before you tried to drown me and before…”

You trailed off, hurrying to your feet and quickly looking for something to put on. Rafe watched you with a frown, huffing to himself.

“Where are you going?”

“To be with my son,” you spat out.

You were moving out of the room before Rafe had time to respond, and he only stared after you.

Rafe knew that getting to where he wanted with you wasn’t going to happen overnight. Hell, it might not even happen in two years, but Rafe was patient when he knew what he wanted. He was patient the morning after you had sex with him, calm as he told you he wanted more from you, knowing the kind of girl you were and the pressure you’d feel to be in a relationship with him.

He’d been patient before that, content to orbit himself around you until he was a regular part of your routine. Patient until he’d made the decision that he wanted you all to himself. He was patient when he’d tampered with your birth control, knowing it was only a matter of time before your worry drove you to seek out a pregnancy test.

He had not anticipated the abortion.

That had shocked him, and it was only then did it click for him just how badly you wanted to cut ties with him.

Rafe had been patient that day he and Ward pulled into your yard, relaxing in your living room as his father talked to your parents and he waited for you to arrive. Rafe was impulsive, this was true, but he was patient when he needed to be. He’d been patient in tracking you down, following your every move until he had you right where he wanted you, alone on the side of the road and at his mercy.

…and Rafe could be patient with this too.

He fingered a familiar box in his hand, taking it from its place in the nightstand. The ring was ostentatious and shiny and perfect—fit for a Cameron woman. Fit for the wife of Rafe Cameron. He was unsurprised to find you in the other guest room, leaning against the headboard with his son in your arms as you nodded off.

It was a sight that warmed Rafe’s heart with pride, and he gently sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake either of you. You looked so peaceful in your sleep, a contrast to how you looked whenever you were looking at him these days. You were beautiful and the kindest person he ever knew, and you’d given him a healthy baby boy.

How on earth was he expected to just let you go?

He grabbed your free hand, your left one, brushing his own fingers over your own. You hated him, now, but you wouldn’t forever. You were afraid of him, now, but you wouldn’t be forever. Rafe was confident that a day would come where he’d hear the sound of your laughter mixed in with his son’s, and when you’d look up at him, it wouldn’t disappear.

He knew you’d probably scream at him in the morning and probably hurl it at him, but that didn’t stop Rafe from slipping the heavy ring onto your finger. It looked like it belonged, and Rafe brushed his finger over the solitaire. It wouldn’t be tomorrow, and it probably wouldn’t even be next year, but a day would come where you wouldn’t take this ring off, and while that day couldn’t come fast enough…

Rafe loved you just enough to wait.

Fin.

[silkholland]

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being a writer is hard

[silkholland]

after struggling with a title for the fic I’ve been working on for so long, i think I’ve finally decided on one.

Thank you, PVRIS.

[harrywavycurly]

It Was Just One Night Part 25: Time Flies

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A/N: Here we are! The last part to this wonderful series! I have loved writing this so much it’s brought me a lot of joy and I’m so thankful y’all have given it so much love and support! Don’t worry this isn’t the last of these two and Dotty!✨

[nicoline1998enilocin]

After all that dirty talk and breeding kink I really want ask you for accidental pregnancy with young tony. They're a little drunk after a party and forget about the condom and the sex is so delicious and dirtyyyy (I'm addicted to your sweet and dirty tony) that he doesn't pull out either resulting in a pregnancy. Reader is very happy and nervous about telling him, but when she tells him, he's so fucking happy and proud of himself, like "oh yeah, I got her full with my baby (or babies) 😏😏😏😏"

A small miracle

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.8K

SUMMARY | After a fun night of partying you and Tony get up to some very hot shenanigans, and as a result you get pregnant by accident. You both know you're gonna give this little miracle the life it deserves, and neither of you could be happier about what happened that night.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, smut [ D/S dynamics (Soft Dom!Tony, Sub!Reader), dirty talk, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral F receiving), face riding, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, mating press ], Tony is drunk, Reader is tipsy/buzzed, unplanned pregnancy, labor, talk about separation/divorce.

A/N | Oh, you are really doing a good job of bringing out my inner hoe for this one, Nonnie! I hope you enjoy what I wrote for this one, I sure know it was a hoot and a half to write! 🖤

Also, can we all just revel in the beauty that is young RDJ with these glasses?! I had to constantly scroll back because I couldn't stop watching him with them! 🤤

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"C'mon, Love," you say and giggle as Tony as he constantly keeps stopping to say goodbye to everyone, even if he doesn't know them.

"Byeeee! 'T was fun with ya tonight," he slurs a little, and you can't help but burst out in a fit of laughter as one of the guys at the party awkwardly hugs him back.

"Tony," you try to say sternly, but it doesn't work since you're nearly as drunk as he is. But at least you still had enough sense to stop drinking on time, so you still had a nice buzz going.

"S-Sunshine!? Where did Sunshine go? Have you seen her?" he clamps to a random girl, and even though you're only standing a few feet away, he sounds distraught that you're not by his side.

"Wan' my Sunshine back," he pouts, and you're feeling so bad for him that you walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and give him a soft kiss on his lips, which he happily returns.

When you pull away from the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, and a small smile darts around his lips.

"Hi, Sunshine," he says softly, and you can't help but giggle slightly at how he sounds.

"Hi Love, shall we go to my dorm or yours?" you ask since both of yours are the same distance away from the party.

"Mine!" he says happily, and suddenly, he picks you up by the back of your thighs, and you react quickly by wrapping your arms and legs around him with a happy squeal.

You rest your head on your arm, your face turned to him as he walks the two of you to his dorm, and you attack his neck with small kisses that make him giggle the entire way.

"S-Sunshine," he groans as he stands in front of his door, trying to get his keys out of his pocket but he can't reach with you still around him like a koala bear.

"Are those your keys, or are you happy to see me?" you joke as you pull away, but his eyes darken as he pushes you against the door.

"Am always happy to see my girl," he says before stopping to look for his keys altogether, and he crashes his lips onto yours in a heated kiss, his hands slowly unbuttoning the polka dot blouse you're wearing.

When it's open, he uncovers your black lace bra and moans softly at the sight of your plump breasts filling the cups to perfection.

"Hmm, such perfect boobs, can't wait till they're full of milk. Will drink from them every day," he says as he pinches and rubs your hard nipples through the lace, earning himself soft moans from your lips.

"Yeah? Going to have to give me a baby first," you say, not thinking anything of it at the moment, but it's almost like a switch got toggled inside Tony. It's almost as if his breeding kink got multiplied by 10.

"F-fuck, yeah, need you pregnant all the time. So fucking hot with a round belly, showing everyone I've fucking you so full of my cum it couldn't go anywhere but inside your womb," he says, and he finally managed to get his keys after many unsuccessful attempts.

When the door swings open, the two of you almost fall in since Tony had you pressed against it, but you managed to hold on to something on the wall, saving you both from a painful accident.

After the first shock has died down, you both burst out into another fit of laughter and soon, both of you have calmed down enough to make your way to his bed finally.

You've never been more thankful for him having a single-person dorm than you are now; you won't be interrupted halfway.

"C'mere Sunshine," Tony says, and you go to stand in front of him as he sits on the foot of the bed, and you can tell he's not as frantic as before, which calms you down as well.

"Gonna unwrap my fucking amazing present now," he says as he opens your skirt and lets it fall to the floor, showing him the matching black panties accompanying your bra.

He lets out something between a moan and a growl, making you unbelievably wet while he stares at you like he could eat you alive. And eating you, he does.

He rips the panties from your body, and before you can even react to what's happening, he has pulled your legs apart and is eating you out like a man starved.

Your fingers have found their way into his hair as you pull it; he lets out deep groans that make your insides vibrate so hard you almost come right then and there.

His hands are on your ass as he kneads them in time with his tongue, either licking your clit or finding its way to your entrance, and the way he switches between them has you seeing stars in no time.

"L-Love... Going to" is all you can say before Tony suddenly falls back, pulling you with him until you're straddling his face, and he helps you grind on his face until he has you cumming so hard, you squirt all over his face.

You scream his name loudly as he keeps licking, sucking, and nibbling on your clit, coaxing you headfirst into another orgasm. Your legs shake like crazy under his touch, but he keeps going. When you announce you're close again, he focuses only on your clit.

"C-close! So close!" you pant, and he doesn't budge even a little, keeping the exact pace as he needs you to cum for a second time before even thinking about shoving his dick inside you.

Not even a minute later, your orgasm washes over you, and your arms give out, making you fall forward, and that's when Tony finally lets go of your thighs.

"Always such a perfect girl for me, doing exactly what I want you to do. Cumming twice for me like that made me so fucking hard for you, Sunshine," he whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

"C'mon, get naked," you whisper as you try to undo his buttons, but you're unsuccessful since you haven't regained all your strength after being used like that.

"Need some help there?" Tony asks sarcastically, and you look at him with a pout on your face, which he quickly kisses away.

"Right, hold on," he says, ripping the buttons, not caring about the shirt. He could get another one any day of the week, but seeing your face as his abs come into your field of vision is priceless to him.

After some drooling over his abs, he got naked and helped you, too, before helping himself onto his lap and situated onto his rock-hard cock.

You hiss at the stretch, but it feels so good every damn time; you can never get enough of it. In your buzzed and drunk states, however, both of you forgot to bother about a condom, and now that he slid into you completely bare, it felt even better than sex for both of you had ever felt.

As soon as he slides home, he starts fucking up into you, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he watches your boobs bounce up and down in turn with his pounding.

"J-Jesus, still such a tight pussy. Fucking love it when you bounce on my cock like that, like the slut you fucking are for me," he growls, and you swear it only turns you on more, feeling the slick drip down your thighs as he keeps pounding.

"Gonna stuff you so full of cum until it leaks out. No, no, going to fuck it back into you when that happens," he says breathlessly, but his pace never lessens.

"Keep fucking it back in and cumming again 'til you're fucking pregnant with my babies. Oh fuck, going to look so hot when you're round because of me; you're such a good fucking slut you'll always carry my babies, won't you?" he asks, but it doesn't register that he's even talking anymore.

One of his hands leaves your hips, and he pinches your nipple to get your attention back on him. With a yelp, you look at him again, straight back to your broken moans and whines when you do.

"I asked you something, or are you too much of a dumb slut to understand when someone asks you something?!" Tony says in a degrading tone, but god, it makes you feel so good.

"N-not dumb feels too good," you say as you look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he can't help the smile on his face from escaping at the fucked outlook of you on top of him.

"Yeah, such a fuckdumb slut for me, love you so much, Sunshine. Going to keep you this dumb forever like the cockslut you are for me," he says, and suddenly, he stills underneath you, which makes you whine at the lack of movement.

"P-please, was gonna cum," you sigh, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"Don't worry, Sunshine, I am nowhere near done with you. Going to get you so fucking pregnant tonight you're going to be carrying my babies in no time," he says, and you would be lying if that didn't get you turned on beyond belief.

"Do it," you say, leaning forward to capture Tony's lips with yours. And he suddenly twists the two of you and folds your legs up so high before laying on top of you and setting a brutal pace.

Your moans come out as distorted sounds as he keeps rutting into you, and before you can even think about saying you're cumming, Tony feels your walls clamp around him and milking him for all he's worth.

Another high-pitched cry tears through the room as your orgasm washes over you, and Tony follows right after, his orgasm feeling endless as he keeps shooting his cum into you.

"J-Jesus, FUCK! Going to get you pregnant, I'm sure of it!" he said, though he didn't mean it, and he was convinced he was wearing a condom. But alcohol does weird things to people. And tonight, it creates them as well.

It was quite a shock when you and Tony found out you were, in fact, pregnant, but you also immediately knew you were going to give them the best life you possibly could.

And now, you are at his parents' dinner table, ready to tell them the good news.

"Howard, Maria, we have some exciting but scary news to tell you both," you start, and a few tears form in your eyes. You're around 4.5 months pregnant and getting a bump now, unable to hide it for much longer.

"What's going on, sweet pea?" Maria asks as she looks at you with worry in her eyes. You slide an envelope across the table, and Tony grabs hold of your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I- I'm pregnant," you say with a happy voice, though it gets a little broken by the sob leaving your mouth. Damned hormones.

"And we're having twins," Tony says as his parents look at the ultrasound photos in the envelope.

"Oh my god..." Howard says, and you squeeze your eyes as you brace yourself for disappointment, for him to lash out at you for being such a disappointment. But that never comes.

"We're going to be grandparents!" he shouts as he jumps up from his chair and over to your side of the table, crouching next to you.

"Do you mind-" he asks, but you grab Howard's outstretched hand and place it on your belly so he can feel the bump underneath your dress.

Maria pulled Tony from his chair and enveloped him in a huge, bone-crushing hug because of the news you shared, though you two weren't sure how to handle everything.

You are both still in college, and even though you're supposed to be graduating soon, you have no idea how to care for a child, let alone two at the same time.

"Do you know their gender yet?" Maria asks as she takes the place of Howard, touching your belly, which soothes you.

"We found out a few days ago we're having a boy and a girl; they're fraternal twins," you say, already melting at the thought of holding the two miracle babies in your arms.

Tony can't help but feel proud of himself because one of his deepest, dirtiest fantasies has come true, and soon he can't wait to dig into that damn lactation kink of his too.

Three and a half months later, you're suddenly rushed to the hospital during a school day on your last week of lessons. You would be graduating in less than a month, but that's not what's on your mind right now.

Tony rushed out with you, and less than 30 minutes later, you were in the labor and delivery ward of your nearest hospital, screaming your lungs out and squeezing the life out of Tony's hand.

After a grueling 24 hours, you are finally done and holding your gorgeous baby boy and baby girl in your arms. Howard and Maria are there as well, as they rushed to the hospital the first chance.

Much to your surprise, however, your Mom showed up, too. You let both of your parents know you're pregnant, but your Dad immediately disapproved, and since then, you've never heard from him again.

However, this is the first time in years you've seen your Mom again, and when she knocked on the door to notify you of her arrival, you looked up from your sleeping girl and into your Mom's eyes.

"M-Mom... What are you-" you whisper, but that's when it clicks. Tony must have called her when he was away for a break during your labor.

"Tony called me," is all she says as she walks into the room, tears streaming down her face from pure happiness.

"It's nice to have a chance to meet you finally, Mrs. Y/L/N," Tony says, but your Mom shakes her head.

"Please call me Ms. Huxley, Tony. I don't go by his name anymore since we're separated," she tells you, and even though you're a little heartbroken, you understand why she did it.

"I love you, Mom. Thank you for coming here and meeting your wonderful duo," you say, and Tony takes your baby girl to put her in the little cart next to her brother, who's also sleeping.

Your Mom sits on the edge of the bed, and she holds your hand.

"So, how did the two of you meet?" she asks, and you and Tony tell everything from when you first met to when Tony asked you to the spring dance.

"I'm so happy for you, Buttercup," she says, and you smile from ear to ear at the nickname since it's always been your favorite flower.

"Thank you, Mom. Could you get to know Tony's parents as well? That way, we can announce their names to all three of you simultaneously," you ask, and she nods.

"I'd love to meet them," she says, and Tony leaves the room, leaving you with just your Mom and the twins.

"They're gorgeous," she tells you as she looks at them.

"Yeah, they are. And Mom? Thank you for showing up; I needed you here, and I'm glad you came," you tell her, so she pulls you into a careful hug.

Not long after, Tony returns with his parents, and they immediately introduce themselves to your Mom, whom they welcome with open arms. They don't question your Dad not being there for even a second.

"So, are you all ready to know their names?" Tony asks, and they are. Tony hands you your baby girl as he picks up your baby boy now that they're both awake.

"This gorgeous baby girl's name is Orion Leo Stark, and Tony's holding our fantastic baby boy, Hudson Ryan Stark," you tell them, and all their hearts seem to melt at once.

"They're perfect," your Mom whispers, and you couldn't agree more.

"They are," you and Tony agree, and when he looks at you, he captures your lips in a sweet, soft kiss that makes your heart skip a few beats.

"I love you, Sunshine," he says.

"I love you more, My Love," you respond, and he shakes his head with a slight smile.

"Okay, but you're only winning this one because you gave me the present of these amazing humans," he says.

The rest of the day is spent with all seven of you, though you and the babies mostly sleep. However, Tony never lets go of your hand, making you feel safe and protected.

[parkermunson]

Picture Me

Summary: Peter Parker's shy in most things, until he's behind the camera. [1.6k words]

T/W: smut [18+ only, minors away!!], exhibitionism, f+m masturbation

A/N: My first Peter fic/smut! Tbh this can be any Peter you want, but I had Andrew's in mind while writing. As a photographer myself, I fell in love with Spider-Man's camera savviness, and clung to it since Tobey. Kinda upset we never saw that part of the character with Tom. Divider by @silkholland.

Tagging @corrodedcorpses for supporting this <3

Peter was different than any person you've ever dated. He was shy, timid, and extra sweet. He second-guessed himself often, even when you assured him he was perfect. The only time he never questioned himself was when he was behind his camera, snapping shot after shot of whatever caught his eye through the little lens. His confidence soared when you complimented the finished photos, boosting his self-esteem beyond comprehension. But when the camera was away, those self-esteem issues crept back in, clouding his brain in self-deprecating thoughts.

The two of you had only been dating a few short months, but your friendship had spanned years. All it took was one drunken night for feelings to be shared, and bodies to be explored, to change everything. Peter was by no means shy in the bedroom, but it was obvious he was holding back. The little things gave him away– the clenched fists during a particularly messy blowjob, or the lip bite when you slowed your bouncing on his cock. You tried everything to push him past that line, but it proved much more difficult than anticipated. He was simply afraid to let that side of him out. That's what caused the genius idea to hit you so hard it had your thighs clenching under the table over dinner.

Peter sat across from you, talking about his woes as a journalism photographer, trying to make ends meet on the bullshit excuse of pay. You're half-listening, half-drowning in the idea of Peter taking you over the table right now, throwing the dishes to the floor or letting them fall off the table with every hard thrust of his hips.

"I want you to photograph me," you interrupt. Peter glances up at you from his plate, pausing his movements.

"I've taken photos of you before," he replied, placing his fork down. He's confused, a bit worried even. You seem serious, and haven't been able to give your full attention to him since you sat down.

"I want you to photograph me... naked." The last word leaves your mouth in almost in a question. You're not sure that's what you even had in mind. But it's the first thing that came out.

Peter's mouth hangs open while you wait for an answer. He's not sure he heard you correctly. This can't be real. You can't be real. This was one of his biggest fantasies, to have your gorgeous body photographed by him, to have you captured on camera in your most intimate way. Of course, this fantasy always ended with a photo of your fucked out face covered in his cum hiding in his wallet. He'd print photos of your pussy swallowing his cock and keep them hidden by his bed for a lonely day. He'll even print a photo of your tits covered in deep purple hickies.

But how could he do that to you? You were delicate, unassuming. You weren't aware of his crime-fighting alter ego and you've never even gotten kinky in the bedroom. He didn't want to lose himself and accidentally reveal he was Spider-Man. You'd be at risk with that knowledge.

"Y/N... I don't know." He folded his hands in his lap and stared down at them, doing everything to avert from looking at you. You were silent, hurt from his answer. Why wouldn't he want this? Wouldn't anyone want the image of their partner naked? Did he not like that part of your relationship? Of you?

You stood from the table, and walked to the bedroom, making a point of grabbing his camera off the living room table on your way. Peter sat there frozen, his brain telling him not to follow, his cock twitching at the thought of you sitting naked next to his camera. His internal battle was halted when your sultry voice called his name from your room. "Peteeeerrrrr." It was almost like a moan and a demand at the same time. Your own personal mating call, just for him.

His legs were carrying him to your room before he even processed the action in his brain. You controlled him now. You sat cross-legged on the edge of your bed, smirking at his frame in the doorway. His camera perched next to you, waiting. He approached slowly, already looking wrecked without anything even happening. The idea was enough to send the man in a fit. You placed the camera in his hand gently, and sat up on your knees. "Direct me, Mr. Photographer." He looked dumbfounded, lost in his thoughts. "Peter... where do you want me?"

"Uh.. o-over here," he pointed half-heartedly to the corner with a chair and a light above. You smiled and reached out a hand to him, which he took to help you off the bed. Sauntering over to the chair, you made a show of wiggling your hips with each step. Peter was practically drooling already.

You sat down and looked up at him with wide eyes. It took a moment, but eventually he understood to start taking pictures. You began unbuttoning your jeans, making sure he got to see the pretty lace of your panties hiding beneath your pants. Sliding the jeans off your legs, you bent over, giving the camera a nice view of your cleavage over your low-cut top. You then moved onto removing your shirt, sliding it over your head so your hair bounced behind you.

Peter fell to his knees, wanting to be on the same level as you. He was snapping away on his camera, not missing a beat. In just your panties and bra, you turned on the chair, sitting on your knees with your back to him, glancing over your shoulder with mischievous eyes. You smiled as your reached around and unclipped your bra, holding the cups to your chest. The strap slipped from your shoulders. Snap. You slid the garment off your arms, covering your chest in one arm, and holding up the discarded bra in your other. Snap. Dropping the bra to the floor, you turn back to face him, still covering your chest. Snap. You drop your arm and lay it on the armrest of the chair, relishing in the confidence you possess. Snap.

A tent is starting to form in Peter's jeans, but he doesn't even notice. Not when a supermodel is stripping right in front of him, for him. You stand up, turning to face the wall so your back is to him. Your fingers play with the lace on your hips. Snap. You spread your legs slightly, bending over. Snap. The lace glides over your ass swiftly, revealing the soft skin beneath. Snap, snap, snap. Peter can smell your arousal with your ass directly in front him, inches from the lens of his camera. Your underwear pools at your feet and you kick it off toward your bra. You sit back on the chair and spread your legs. Snap. Peter's starting to notice the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans, pulling at the fabric for a better placement and immediately focusing his attention back on you.

You lick a long stripe up your palm and slide it between your legs, rubbing slow circles on your clit. Snap. Your other hand pinches your nipple, pulling at it with a hiss. Peter moans behind the camera, losing control over his composure. You place a leg over the armrest and pull your other knee up so your heel rests directly on the edge, spreading yourself out so he has the best view in the house. Your fingers dance lower on your clit, playing with your entrance. Sliding a finger in to the first knuckle, then back out. One glance up to Peter and you instantly melt. He's palming himself over his jeans, his bottom lip pulled tightly under his teeth, and his camera held lazily at his side.

You stop your ministrations, "nah-uh. Keep shooting." He breaks from his trance, putting the camera back to his eye and snapping away. You insert one finger fully, your head falling back from the new sensation. Your other hand leaves your nipple and slides down to your clit, rubbing circles the same speed. The pleasure was good, but it wasn't enough. Inserting another finger, a loud moan leaves you, causing Peter's hand to reach back onto the tent in his jeans. He's still taking pictures one-handed, while palming himself. The visual causes your hands to speed up, throwing you closer to the edge. Peter unbottons his jeans and slides a hand in, his hips bucking at the touch of his fingers. The coil in your belly tightens when you realize how desperately he's watching you. Then you hear it, snap. You're sent over, your body convulsing against the chair, your breathing turned ragged as your eyes hit the back of your skull.

You're floating in that heavenly feeling until Peter's pulling your hands away. Snap. He zooms in on your fluids leaking from you, moaning at the sight. Snap. Then he's looking up at you with a devilish smile. "My turn."

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Pairing ▹ Adam Warlock x f. reader (WandaVision AU)

Genre ▹ tbd

Synopsis ▹ You finally have everything you want - a loving husband, an adorable pet, and a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. Could your perfect little world get any better than this?

Notes ▹ I decided to make this a series with no definite plot. With that said, I am open to taking requests for fics that fall under this AU. I'll accept smut, fluff, angst, crack, and some dark requests/thoughts/suggestions. Please be mindful of what I will NOT write in this AU. Aside from that, thank you for all the love and support towards this ongoing fic bbs 🫶🏽

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divider by @silkholland

My Love, My Darling coming soon

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hey, I have a request for you for Chris Beck. Could you please write it where he is still in the space and his little daughter calls him? And he tells her about the mission and shows her a few things. And she is excited and presses her phone the whole time into her face to be closer to her daddy. And his girlfriend (the reader) tries to get the phone back. And then the little daughter shows her mommy's face in the camera?

Thank you in advance.

This is so cute!!🥹 I had so much fun writing this!!🥰 I hope it’s what you expected🩵

Cute Space Calls » Chris Beck

Pairings: Boyfriend/Dad!Chris Beck x Girlfriend/Mom!Reader with daughter Nova

Summary: Chris, his girlfriend (the reader), and their daughter have fun on their space call.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for daughter (moon girl, princess), nicknames for reader (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this gif on Pinterest.

DIVIDER IS NOT MINE!! Credit goes to @silkholland

Nova is practically jumps up and down on her spot on the couch as she waited for her daddy to answer the phone. Her smile grew bigger when Chris appeared on the phone screen.

“Daddy!” Nova squeals with excitement. “Can you see me?!” She asks, pressing her cheeks against your phone screen.

“Yes, I can see you, moon girl!” Chris smiles. “How are you?” He asks.

“I good!” She smiles. “Mommy is here too!” She says, shoving your phone in your face.

“I see her.” He laughs. “Hi sweetheart.” He says.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled.

“Take this, mommy! I gots to show daddy something!” Nova says, shoving your phone in your hand.

Nova slid off of the couch and ran to her bedroom to get something. She came running back to the living room with her new Outer Space coloring book that you just bought her. She practically snatched your phone from your hand and showed her daddy her new coloring book.

“Look daddy! Mommy bought this for me!” She smiles.

“That’s really cool, princess!” Chris says.

She opened it and showed Chris the pages she colored. She showed him a picture of a moon that she colored pink with blue stars.

“That’s beautiful, Nova. You’re a real artist.” He says.

“I’m not an artist.” She says with a pout.

“Then what are you?” Chris asks curiously.

“A space doctor like you!” She says.

Chris smiles proudly at his daughter. It made him happy to know that she wants to be like him when she grows up.

“There’s a problem though.” Nova says.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“I don’t know anything about space.” She says.

“That’s not a problem.” Chris starts. “I can tell you everything you need to know.” He says.

Nova looked at the screen with a smile on her face.

“Tell me please!” Nova says.

“There’s a lot you need to know. Like the moon, the stars, the planets.” He says, telling her the basics.

You smiled at the two of them as they talked about space.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your guys’ space conversation. Nova, is is ok if I talk to daddy?” You asked, reaching for your phone.

“No!” Nova moves to the other side of the couch. “It’s me and daddy time!” She says cutely.

You and Chris laughed at her cuteness. You decided to tease her and reach for your phone again. Nova playfully smacked your hand away.

“I don’t get to see daddy?” You say with a pout.

Nova moved to your side of the couch and crawled onto your lap, shoving your phone in your face.

“Here you go, mommy!” She says.

You laughed and took your phone out of her hands.

“She gets her cuteness from you.” You say, looking at Chris.

“I beg to differ, sweetheart.” Chris says.

“Agree to disagree?” You say.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles.

Nova managed to squeeze herself in between you and your phone, squishing her cheek against your phone screen making you and Chris laugh at her cuteness.

“Can I have the phone back please? I have to ask daddy something.” Nova says, doing grabby hands.

You smiled and gave your phone back to her.

“What do you want to ask me, princess?” Chris asks.

“Can you see the moon and stars in space?” She asks curiously.

“Yes I can. The stars are all around me and the moon is big.” He says.

“No way!” She says almost speechless, putting your phone closer to her face.

Chris can’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Nova, I can’t see your face and I can’t see mommy either.” He says with a small laugh.

Nova moved your phone away from her face so he can see her better.

“Sowwy, daddy.” She giggles.

“No need to apologize, princess. You’re just being cute like your mommy.” Chris smiles.

You felt yourself blushing. Even when Chris is in space, he still manages to make you blush.

“I wish I could talk longer, but I have to get back to work.” He says.

“No!” Nova whines. “A few more minutes please!” She begs with a pout.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could, princess.” He say.

Nova sat there with a pout on her face with her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“Don’t pout, princess. We can’t talk tomorrow.” He says.

“Promise?” Nova says.

“Promise.” He smiles.

Nova smiles and kisses your phone screen.

“I love you, daddy.” Nova smiles.

“I love you too, moon girl. Give mommy hugs and kisses for me.” Chris says with a smile.

“I will!” She smiles. “Say I love you to daddy, mommy!” She says, shoving your phone in your face.

You giggled and took your phone out of her hand.

“I love you, Chris. See you soon.” You say, blowing him a kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll be home before you two know it.” He says with a smile and blows a kiss back.

Once you guys hung up the phone, you sighed and looked at Nova to see her smiling.

“What are you smiling about, princess?” You asked.

“Daddy told me to give you hugs and kisses!” She says.

Nova jumped on you, attacking you with hugs and kisses making you laugh. You wrapped your arms around her and gave her hugs and kisses as well.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @buckys-wintersoldier

-Bucky’s Doll

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 17: This One's For You

Word Count: 541/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: I cried writing this, canon-compliant, breaking the fourth wall/Tags: Eddie Munson, love letter, fanfic writers

Divider credit to @silkholland

Hey. It’s me.

C’mon…don’t be coy. You know who I am. You’ve been with me for days, weeks, months, years. I’m your rockstar, your mechanic, your dad’s best friend, your best friend’s dad. I’m a vampire, a werewolf, an ordinary guy from small-town Indiana. I’m a virgin, a sex god, a daydream, a nightmare.

I’m Eddie Munson.

Ironically, I started on a page, just some dialogue and vague gestures. A drug dealing freak with his wild curls, a love of heavy metal, and a penchant for creating sadistic D&D campaigns who somehow got dragged into a government-sponsored alternate dimension–as if one Hawkins wasn’t bad enough. But when my story was supposed to end, a chapter quietly closed amongst a sea of loss, you had just begun to pick up the pen.

Suddenly, I found myself thrust from death back into life. So many lives, as a matter of fact. Lives I never even imagined living during my long, lonely nights in the trailer park. 

From the safe haven of your hearts, I watch as you weave tales where I fall in love and achieve my wildest dreams. I cocoon myself in a light that you’ve turned on as you let me succeed, fail, and learn from my mistakes. Where I’m untethered from the judgment I’ve faced my whole life, finally free to be myself.

Some parts change: my profession, my age, my location, my sexuality, even my middle name. Other parts remain constant: my gratitude for my uncle Wayne, my love of pretzels (you eat a snack one time…), my kickass guitar playing skills. I never have to choose, because every opportunity is finally within my grasp. 

I thought it was all over on that fateful March evening. As I laid on the ground and took my final breaths, all I could think about was how I wouldn’t be able to look after my little sheep. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth would be without their lead guitarist. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas would be without their Dungeon Master. How could I leave them like this?

But then I saw it. I saw you all, a herd of lost little sheep that became shepherds. You tended to your flocks by unspooling stories. Stories that began as a whisper in your ear but found immortality because of the life and love you breathed into them. Just as I pored over song lyrics and meticulously planned campaigns, you write your stories. You write my story. My existence was never futile because it brought you all to each other.

And I’ve come to realize this: there is life after death. That cheesy saying about not truly dying until the last time someone says your name? I never understood it until I saw my name written millions of times, across one thousand universes. 

Now, my uncle may have raised a drug dealing, Satan-worshiping freak, but he also raised a gentleman. I know how to say thank you. And since I have a lot of time on my hands in the afterlife, I figured I’d learn your favorite song. All you have to do is close your gorgeous eyes and imagine my voice, just as you do when you write me. 

You ready, Sweetheart? This one’s for you. 

--

[agentmarcuspike]

hi i'm ziggy (they/them) and i write on the internet! here's everything i've published

(* indicates smut, ≈ indicates angst)

THE LAST OF US joel & his kids

"i crawl home to her" (post-outbreak) ≈ synopsis: after being stabbed, joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways. "lover, where do you live" (post-outbreak) ≈ based on the song with the same name, by highasakite "a promise softly sung" (pre-outbreak) synopsis: sarah crashes on her bike, joel freaks out

ellie williams

"mihá (pride)" (post-outbreak) ≈ based on the song with the same name, by mari boine

joel + f!reader

"naked in my bed"-series (dbf!joel, no outbreak) synopsis: after a date you end up in your neighbor, joel miller's, bed... with another man. joel doesn't seem to mind... – part 1, part 2, part 3*, part 4* "all my casualties of love" (post-outbreak) ≈* synopsis: Joel had decided to never love again. His brother left to find a different life, he lost his partner to the horrors, and now he finds himself wandering, gathering courage to end it all, secretly yearning for a reason not to. And then he finds her. And she ruins everything. "a minute from home" (biker!joel, no outbreak) synopsis: a mysterious man with a motorcycle saves you from a terrible date

THE PPCU marcus pike

“give and take” (pmamc 2024)* synopsis: marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time... “cover me in you” (bf!marcus + gf!reader)* synopsis: your boyfriend marcus gives you everything you need. and you can’t get enough of him. “the longest night” (secret santa gift, nb!reader) synopsis: left alone in the big city during the longest night of the year, a stranger in a club makes you wish it were even longer.

javi peña

“let me fade away” (noncon, dead dove: do not eat) ≈* synopsis: javi catches you doing drugs in a public bathroom, and makes you pay

frankie morales

“two minutes” (triple frontier, frankie x f!dom) ≈* synopsis: after breaking up with you on a self sabotaging whim, frankie finds his way back into familiar arms to cope

dave york

“this godforsaken mess” (equalizer 2, dave x babysitter) * summary: the kids you babysit have a hot dad. you want him. he's married... but exactly how far can you go before the lines are crossed?

crossovers

“three's a crowd” (marcus pike x javi peña x f!reader) * synopsis: your boyfriend, marcus, asks you to hook up with his new good-looking colleague, javier peña. and he'd like to watch.

requests/prompts

javi peña + "leaving notes for them around the house"

joel miller + "painting their nails"

marcus pike + "getting the giggles together"

marcus pike + taylor swift ("you are in love")

twilight / tlou crackfic "sarah introduces joel to edward cullen"

i also write poetry sometimes, and make moodboards, if you're interested in that :-) (to follow along my process you can visit my writingroom tag)

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