#why you just not sit on his lap jacob? ���

[sold2vlaykz]

Slashers x reader

Prompt: Reader leaves and comes back.

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Jacob goodnight, bubba sawyer, Michael Myers, Brahms heelshire

Warning: angst, fluff;

Bo Sinclair

You left him, you had an argument and you fucking left him.

He didn’t expect you to, you threatened to do it neatly every time you fought but didn’t. So why would you do it now.

He hates how much he misses you, god when he found out you left everyone got caught in the crossfire.

Yelling at his siblings for not watching you better, even physically fighting them. Punching holes in the wall, breaking things, beer.

To randomly sitting his bed late at night with you on his mind, calling himself weak because of he cried for you, calling himself stupid for even arguing with you.

Every picture of you had been cracked and hidden, until when he got alone all he could do is look at it and down another bottle.

Sometimes accidentally waking up with things to tell you, drunk and dizzy just wanting to rest his head in your lap.

When you came back god he tried to hide it, he missed you yet still yelling at you about you leaving.

“You fucking left me”

“I know, but I’m here now aren’t I?”

Only to wrap you up into his arms and saying sorry, of course you talked it out. Helped him patch the holes and damage in the house.

Communicating more every time he felt angry, just coming to you and hugging you. Chuckling in your neck while being cocky.

“Knew you couldn’t stay away from me.”

He was more protective now, you could never go out the house after an argument without him trailing behind you. Could never leave the house for a walk unless you told him you were and even then he didn’t want you to go.

He didn’t even go to bed on his own time now, every time you went to bed he went to bed, if he was sleepy and you weren’t he was either gonna make you go to bed or stay up until you dropped.

You couldn’t go anywhere, you wanted to go to the bathroom, he was going to the bathroom too. You wanted to shower? There’s room for two.

Need a breath of fresh air? That’s good he needs a smoke break.

If he had to do anything he’d make it quick and snappy just to return to you.

You were never ever going to be let out of his sight again.

-

Jacob goodnight

When he woke up and went to apologize you were gone.

He searched every corner for you.

He destroyed everything, yelling, crying, praying for you to come back to him.

Telling his mom about how much he loved you. Crying and laying in her arms because he couldn’t lay in yours anymore.

Pictures of you were always either in his hand or in his pocket he just couldn’t let go. He was more aggressive, especially towards females.

Sometimes during a chase he’d accidentally yell your name, or call them your name.

Killing them brutally, pretending his punishing you for leaving him.

Though when you came back it was the exact opposite.

He ran towards you, crying and wailing about how much he missed you, how sorry he was and that he’d never yell again.

Every time you argued now he just pouted or stormed out to control his anger, only to cool down and lie down with you.

Just like with Bo, you weren’t going anywhere. You had to use the bathroom? He will hold your hand while you pee.

Gotta shower? He’ll hold your hand outside of the curtain.

If he has to use the bathroom? Well you’re coming with there’s no saying no he’ll toss you over his shoulder while he pees.

He has to shower? Please sit on the toilet top and talk to him.

A big baby, if you don’t go to sleep when he goes to sleep he’ll beg you to and you won’t hear the end of it until you do.

You have to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?”

With the most serious and protective voice.

It’s unlikely you two ever leave the bed, he always wants to be stuck under your skin just being close to you.

Gathering your warmth.

Anytime you try to he’ll pull you right down or just go with you even if he’s sleepy.

-

Vincent Sinclair

He will never get over it, you two rarely argued. He didn’t expect you to leave when you did.

Absolutely distraught, he was throwing things, breaking his own art.

He kept getting angry at himself because he couldn’t take his mind off of you, kept painting you so he wouldn’t forget what you looked like.

Making small figurines just to hold your body again.

Rarely left his basement now, he couldn’t make anything else other than you. Stuck with an art block, was more aggressive towards his brothers.

Was snappy, agitated.

Oh and the victims got the worst of it, sometimes he didn’t even bother to keep them alive during the process anymore.

Was no longer taking any shit, Bo started something? Now he’s gotta finish it.

His hygiene became poor, rotting in bed or just sculpting you. Writing his silly little poems about you.

He thought he’d be stuck in a hole forever.

So when you came back he ran to you. Shocked to ever see your face again, though his words were slurred you could understand every word.

“I just needed some space Vince, that’s all.”

He understood despite being upset about it, kept a close eye on you and Bo did do despite how much his brother ridiculed him for being upset about a girl he didn’t want to see his brother that depressed again.

He was over you like a looming shadow, you were rarely allowed to leave the basement now.

Sleeping in the bed in the corner.

He timed your showers, checking in on you any time you were minutes past your usual time.

You had a routine now, you ate at the same time, slept at the same time, sometimes even used the bathroom at the same time.

It’s not that he forced you to, more like forced himself to, fixing his everyday life to your time.

Yeah you still argued but that was rarely, and even then soon after he was quick to communicate with you to the best of his ability.

His room was full of paintings and sculptures of you, he wasn’t ashamed he didn’t have to hide it. He wanted you to see how much you meant to him.

Anytime Bo tried to pull you into an argument Vincent was quick to defend and pull you out of it.

He was more defensive than anything.

You broke something? Thats okay everyone makes accidents.

Of course he’ll initially get mad but it won’t last long.

Every time you got into an argument the relationship got healthier.

-

Bubba sawyer

You left because of his family, he kept getting manipulated over and over again.

He didn’t want to kill and it was obvious but he was so full of fear of disappointing his family and not being able to eat.

When you left he cried to his momma’ could barely do any work without thinking about you.

I mean the poor guy threw a tantrum because of how much he missed you, almost attacking Hoyt anytime he belittled him for being upset about it.

Poor boys very first heartbreak.

Anytime he thought about it he went crying to his momma, all snot faced and swollen. Of course he broke things, everything in the basement had been destroyed.

He couldn’t focus on any task, nearly every job had been failed.

He let nearly every victim go, not on purpose but he couldn’t even grasp the thought of living without you.

And god it was even worse if they bared resemblance to you, he froze up. Stuck like stone, well at least that was until he realized it was you.

He dropped everything and ran in your arms, wailing and spinning you in circles.

Quick to show you off and that you’d returned.

“Sorry mama’ I just needed some time.”

Of course she understood, both of you reconciled in her.

He never let you go anywhere, he’ll sit on the toilet top and wait as you shower, sit on the floor as you use the bathroom.

Brush his teeth when you brush yours, the only time you separate is when he has to do something and even then he doesn’t really want to comply.

If anyone tries to start anything with you he’s there, he won’t say or do anything but he’ll sling you over his shoulder and carry you away.

Arguing?

He’s apologizing before it started. Poor boy whines every time you two argue always ending with his head in your lap.

Just know anytime you two almost argued he was quick to apologized and it was a rare occurrence ever since then.

-

Micheal Myers

Well this is a little different, when you left it didn’t last long. You hardly got two blocks away before he grabbed you and dragged you back home.

Locked you inside a room only letting you out when you’ve learned your lessons.

Long story short, even if you escaped him he’d be waiting for you.

Longing, more aggressive and irrational.

He no longer only killed in October, everyone was dying in the summer, winter, spring.

And when you came back, it eventually calmed down. Of course he was angry and aggressive towards you but he backhand slightly softer after realizing how emotional you were.

He was more close with you, sometimes randomly appearing by you with his back on yours.

His hand slowly touching yours as he stood near.

More protective, you couldn’t go out without reassuring him you’d be back. Any man that flirted with you was dead from now and on.

Even though it was like that before.

-

Brahms Heelshire

You had left because he snapped about the rules, he had killed your ex and the mailman.

He was so jealous he became out of control.

The house was trashed, everything was thrown around.

With his parents dead and only him and him alone he drove himself insane. In bed crying, wailing about how much he missed you.

He didn’t even know how technology worked to book another baby sitter, and even if he did it just wouldn’t be the same.

He swore he’d never forgive you, that if you were to come back he’d rip your throat out.

Despite thinking that he still had a body pillow of you, wrapped in your clothes with some of your hair a photo of you on its face.

The isolation being too much to bare, talking to it, holding it, walking around with it.

When you came back he was angry livid you left, but he couldn’t help but run up to you and ponder you with questions.

He was yelling but calmed down soon later, at least you were here.

“Brahms I just, I needed space.”

He didn’t understand, he didn’t care. He needed you, he wanted you.

“You left me!”

Now you were stuck in his little basement as he cuddled you, it felt nearly suffocating as every time you tried to move an inch his grip just got tighter.

He didn’t explain the body pillow but quickly kicked it off the bed to make room for you.

Sometimes he wouldn’t shower just to stay with you, you wanted to shower? He’s seen you naked before go right ahead.

Need to poo? He’s lived in walls his whole life there’s no smell he can’t handle.

You weren’t going anywhere, and no one was coming close to you.

[hyohaehyuk]

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[josephandrewstarkey]

drew being jealous ab actor!reader in a movie but what about him in hellraiser and that see scene with Odessa 👀

tysm anon for your req, hope you enjoy this!! x

jealous desires

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, reader giving blowjob, cussing, jealous drew 🥰

disclaimer: you can imagine any actor but i used Jacob Elordi idk why 😭 + these pics of him omggggg

pairing: Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Y/N had been waiting for this moment, knowing Drew had watched her latest movie. It was her first big romantic role, and she’d shared most of her scenes with Jacob Elordi. She felt a mix of pride and nerves about the movie, but more than anything, she was dying to know what Drew thought of it. He was her best friend, and his opinion mattered the most to her.

“So…” she started, sitting beside him on the couch, trying to read his expression. “What did you think of the movie?”

Drew didn’t look at her right away. His eyes were fixed on the TV, even though it wasn’t on. “It was fine,” he said flatly.

Y/N frowned, tilting her head to study his face. “Just fine?” she teased, nudging him with her elbow. “Come on, Drew. You’re usually more excited after watching something I’m in.”

He shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know, Y/N. It was… good i guess

She smirked, already sensing what was going on. “Oh, I get it.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping playfully. “Didn’t like seeing me all over Jacob, did you?”

Drew’s jaw tightened, and he finally turned to look at her, his blue eyes dark. “Maybe I didn’t like it. You looked way too into it.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was acting. “Drew, it’s just a movie.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to enjoy watching you kiss another guy,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

She grinned, moving closer so her knee brushed against his leg. “Wait a second… are you jealous?” she asked, her tone teasing.

He didn’t respond at first, his eyes flickering away from hers as if he didn’t want to admit it. But Y/N could see it written all over his face.

“Drew…” she sang softly, dragging out his name. “You totally are. You’re jealous of Jacob!”

Drew let out a frustrated sigh, his hand raking through his hair. “Alright, fine! Yeah, I didn’t like it, okay? I didn’t like seeing him touch you, seeing you look at him like that. It drove me insane.”

Y/N’s eyes softened at his confession, but she couldn’t resist teasing him a bit more. “Wow, I had no idea. I thought you were all cool and calm, but here you are, getting all worked up over a few movie scenes.”

He shot her a look. “You’d be the same if the roles were reversed.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, you think I wouldn’t? You think I didn’t feel the same way when I watched Hellraiser?”

Now it was Drew’s turn to look confused. “What are you talking about?”

She shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “You know, you and Odessa. Those close scenes. All that… tension between you two.”

Drew blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you were jealous of Hellraiser?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip as she confessed. “Yeah. Watching you with her… it wasn’t easy. But I didn’t say anything because, well, it’s acting, right? I knew you were just doing your job.”

Drew’s expression softened, and for a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, both realizing they’d been feeling the same thing but never saying it out loud.

“You know, we’re pretty stupid,” Drew said, chuckling softly. “Both of us getting jealous over fake scenes.”

“Yeah, but I guess it means we care,” Y/N replied, her voice quieter now. She leaned closer, her hand resting on his thigh. “We care a lot, don’t we?”

Drew’s breath hitched as she inched even closer, their faces just inches apart now. His hand found her waist, pulling her gently onto his lap. “Maybe we care a little too much,” he whispered, his voice husky.

Before either of them could think twice, their lips collided in a heated kiss. It wasn’t soft or tentative like the first kisses you see in movies—it was full of pent-up desire and unspoken feelings. Drew’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him as she straddled his lap.

Y/N moaned softly against his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal intensity. She could feel his need for her in the way his hands roamed her body, fingers digging into her skin like he couldn’t get enough.

When his hands slid under her shirt, tracing the bare skin of her stomach, Y/N gasped softly, pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath. “Drew…” she murmured, her eyes dark with want.

He didn’t waste any time. His hand slipped between her legs, fingers teasing the fabric of her panties before slipping underneath. Y/N let out a soft whimper as his fingers found her, moving slowly at first, then picking up speed as he watched her fall apart in his lap.

“You like that, huh?” he whispered against her ear, his voice low and rough. “You like when I touch you like this?”

Y/N could only nod, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand, her whole body trembling with the pleasure he was giving her.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Drew’s hand stopped, pulling away from her. She opened her eyes to see him smirking at her, and she knew what he wanted.

Without saying a word, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands already working on the button of his jeans. Drew groaned as she freed him, his head falling back against the couch as she took him in her mouth.

Y/N took her time, teasing him the way she knew would drive him crazy. Her hands moved up and down his length as she swirled her tongue around him, loving the way he groaned her name, his hands gripping the cushions beside him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so good at that.”

She hummed in response, taking him deeper, her lips and tongue working him closer to the edge. Drew’s hips bucked involuntarily, and before long, he was moaning her name as he reached his release.

When it was over, Y/N sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at him. Drew was breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover.

“Well, that was one way to handle our jealousy,” Y/N said with a grin, crawling back into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Drew chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. “Yeah… I’d say we’re even now.”

feel free to send in requests <33

[leth-writes]

If you have time could I request the wolf pack x reader who gets really drunk and just starts rambling about how much they love there bf but like in embarrassing level of detail that the other pack members definitely didn't need to hear

Have a good day❤️

To set the scene, you’re at a bonfire, the rest of the pack around you. It’s hard to judge how much you’re drinking when everyone around you has super metabolisms and towers above you; you’ve had way too much to drink and you’ve passed that warm, comfortably drunk stage into loopy and constantly laughing.

You’re bubbly and flopping down on the lap of your boyfriend, arms wrapping around his neck like a vice and trying to yank him down to kiss you. Yet, he refuses; to you, it’s a rejection, but he’s just worried about you. Also, smashing foreheads doesn’t sound very pleasant. Entranced by the way the firelight flickers over his handsome features, you feel an urge to tell him how much you love him, maybe in a vain attempt to get him to finally lean down and kiss you.

“I love youuuuu so much, I wish I could be with you all the timeeeeee. Even when you’re a wolf, I’ll just climb on your back and hang on like a little spidermonkey… Why don’t you wanna kiss me? I just wanna make out, pleaseeeee I can’t go without you anymore, why won’t you kiss me? I love your face, please come hereeeee…”

Sam

Groans, though he always loves hearing the confirmation of your feelings. Sam is naturally reserved and so the two of you aren’t huge on PDA, but this is basically affirming how crazy you are for him. Secretly loves having you on his lap, slurring your words as you confess your deepest feelings and thoughts toward him. Everyone else hates learning so much about the private life of their pack leader, and they all cover their ears or boo at you, trying to get you to stop talking.

Paul

Doesn’t give you much time to confess your love, he’s already spilling his guts back. Everyone hates how sappy you two are, it’s almost as bad as the constant PDA and making out, you on his lap, or the various times people have walked in on you two. The pack is happy for you, but they’d like to be happy for you from farther away. Please stop.

Jacob

Smirks. He knew you cared about him, but face it, Jacob loves having his ego inflated. Having such an attractive person, his partner nonetheless, sitting on his lap and pouring their heart out really confirms his deepest wishes; now he knows you care about him just as deeply as he cares about you. The nature of imprinting naturally creates a power imbalance, so having you just confirm how you feel really makes him happy. The others can feel him gloating already, and probably throw hot dog buns at his head. Sam tells him to take you home.

Embry

Beams from ear to ear. He loves hearing how you feel about him. He knows he isn’t the biggest or loudest personality in the pack; sometimes he worries that you wish you were with one of the taller, hotter members of the pack. Hearing your innermost feelings about him helps wash away those insecurities. The rest of the pack is just happy he isn’t feeling so insecure, so they don’t even mind hearing your entire train of thought.

Quil

Gets a little flustered; while Quil loves a playful flirting session, he usually keeps it light and fluffy. Having you tell him how amazing you think he is, detailing everything you admire about him, not all of it even physical, really hits that soft emotional core he buries in humor. The others find it sappy; Paul fake-vomits.

Seth

SO FLUSTERED. Oh my god how could you say this to such an innocent soul. He may be 19 but he’s been treated like the baby of the pack for years, he isn’t used to being talked to like the way you’re talking to him. Especially considering you, sensing his innocence, tend to keep your conversations on the lighter side. Hearing every thought you have about him, including the physical parts of him you find attractive, really gets him blushing. The others tease him for being so innocent.

[deathofacupid]

dude (blurb) | jake peralta

summary: "dude" but romantically.

warnings: none.

pairing: fem!reader x jake peralta (friends to lovers)

word count: 0.8k+ words

"okay, but i'm serious! you have to try it, it's literally amazing."

"i was gonna take your word for it, but i remembered it's you... so, no."

"dude," he whined, a soft smile adorning his lips.

"dude," you say back, same tone.

"fine, fine, what if i make you one? that's, like, no work required. y'know minus chewing."

"jacob jeffrey peralta, i am not, not even on my deathbed, trying pickles with ice cream. that's just a new level of gross."

"but charles approved it!"

"why on earth would that affect whether or not i try it?"

"y'know, i have no clue. i'm getting desperate."

"i can see that."

"dudeeee," he kicks his feet on the floor as he's sitting next to you on the couch. die hard is playing on the tv in his apartment, but the two of you have seen it so many times, you practically have it memorized by heart.

and why would you ever watch die hard when jake's sitting right there?

between you and yourself, you know which you'd rather watch. okay, "watch" sounded creepy.

you're laying on his lap as he's looking down at you, pouting.

you roll your eyes, but it's all fun. "dudeeee."

truth be told, you're sure you can handle the odd food combo, but teasing him and drawing this out is so much more fun. god, you really are in love with him.

"pretty, pretty, please? with- with, like, seven cherries on top?"

"just seven?" you pretend to be offended.

"i'm a brokie, the best i can do is eight." jake runs a hand through your hair, it's so comforting.

you sigh, "all right."

"to the cherries or the pream?"

"the- the what now?"

"pickles. ice cream. pickles and ice cream. pream? yeah, you know what, that's... that's not it. doesn't roll of the tongue great."

"oh, yeah. that, and it sounds like an std."

"good point. i'm gonna assume you meant the... cream... pi... creampi-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there."

he nods quickly. "right. what about cream-"

"not if it starts with 'cream', dude."

"icickles?"

"n-"

"piccream!"

"if i try your 'dish'," you air quote, "will you stop trying to come up with names."

"maybe."

you give him a look, and he amends, "yes. maybe. i pledge to do my best." jake salutes you, then pokes your check. you scowl, swatting him away and sitting up.

"lead me to your kitchen."

"sure. it's five steps that-a-way," he says, pointing to the kitchen that is quite exactly five steps away. like a true gentleman, jake scoops you - through which you protest ("dude!") - and then (after six steps, actually [wow, his apartment is slightly bigger than hypothesized]) sets you on the counter.

"i feel like you should know that i'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"but why would you when i'm here?"

"dude."

"dude," he replies, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer.

"how are you even supposed to eat this? like... spread it? o-or dip?"

jake grabs a spoon and scoops some ice cream onto it. "watch, young jedi."

"i don't-"

"shh, i'm yoda-ing." he spreads it on the pickle and shoves it in your face. slowly, you sniff it. it doesn't smell... like anything bad, really.

it doesn't look great though. "is it too late to go back?"

"yes." after a second, he groans, "gah, i'll go first." he takes a bite, and you make a face.

"mmm... you shouf knodis is-"

"jake, swallow."

he grins and you furrow your brows. "what- oh. oh! jake!" your cheeks heat up so quickly, for a number of reason. because, yeah, obviously the second one sounds better.

also, of course that's what he instantly goes to.

"oh, my god. are you twelve or thirty-three? because i honestly can't tell."

"dude, i'm well-versed. you wouldn't understand."

"i'm... twenty-five. wo-wouldn't i-?"

"schematics."

"yeah, okay, bud."

"dude," he corrects.

"right," you murmur, "dude."

you don't really realize how he's leaning in, the way if you do too, your lips would touch. you falter, and you can feel warm breath minglingwith yours.

jake cups your cheek and you lean into it. you aren't sure what's about to happen, though it should be obvious. but with jake, you're nervous, afraid that this isn't really happening.

you have no clue what he's done with the pickle, and you have no clue why that's what's on your mind right now.

he squeezes your waist gently, a way of asking for permission. you nod, and at first, it's just a brush. just a brush of his lips against yours, feeling for some type of sense that this is happening. that it's reality.

you press back against him, your hand on top of his, the one on your face. your other hand blindly feels for his hair, tugging against his soft, brown curls.

when you pull away, you're breathing hard. not because of the kiss, because it wasn't aggressive or any longer than twenty seconds, but because of the adrenaline of it all.

"dude," he breathes, and you giggle.

"y'taste like pickles. and ice cream. it's actually not that bad," you admit. "at least not on you."

"dude," jake repeats, dumb-founded at what just happened.

you peck him again, right on the lips, "dude."

[starboye]

pairing: sub!nate jacobs x dom!male reader

request: please write about your nate jacobs in a collar thirst omg i would kill for thatttt! him being a good lil pet and taking whatever his master gives him omfg yes

warnings: smut, edging, praise kink, cum denial, teasing, cursing, sub and dom, bondage

chefs note: i think i might have a thing for big submissive men

people get a little surprised to hear you're the dominant one in the bedroom when you have a tall beefy man next to you, little do they know that same tall beefy man was currently sitting on your bed with the prettiest pink collar that slept your name in diamonds around his neck and his hands tied to the head board awaiting your every order.

"oh nateee" you call out to him in a sing song tone as you walk into the room in a slutty set of lingerie that showed off your ass a little "what do you think" you asks doing a little spin for him, your ass immediately catching his eyes "i- i love it" nate stutters just wanting you to finally let him fuck you in that sweet sweet lingerie "y'think so" you question.

"mhm mhm" nate nods as some drool rolls down his lip "oh nate your drooling again" you pout climbing onto the bed and crawling over to him, your ass in clear view as you do so, you'd been teasing nate like this for the past 2 hours, you would put on one of your many sets of thin sexy lingerie and fault it in front of nate, forcing him to watch you flaunt your ass as he his dick strained against underwear.

you hover over his dick as you wipe the saliva from his lip "please y/n please i need it" nate begs trying to kiss you "no nate i told you i was just gonna show you some lingerie sets and get your opinion" you tease "you know this is torture for me" he says, a hint of desperation in his voice as his hips buck upwards into your ass making you bounce up a little.

"what'd i tell you about disobeying me nate" you say planting yourself onto nates lap, his dick poking at your hole "to never do it" nate whines "then why do it" you ask "i need to be in you so bad please y/n" nate whines rolling his hips under you for just a smidgen of friction, and right then an idea pops in your head, you pull nates aching red cock out of his boxers and its almost bigger than your hand.

you lightly stroke his cock "up down up down up down" nate mutters to himself as beads of pre cum form on his tip "good boy likes it just like that huh" you tease rubbing your finger on his red swollen tip "mhm s'good" nate says trying to hold himself from cumming to savor the moment but he cant, not with the way your hand tugs at his length "m'gonna cum" nate moans but his high is cut off by you removing your hand from his dick.

"no no no no please y/n please i wanna cum" nate pleas struggling against his restraints "what does this say" you ask pulling at his collar "y/n's toy" nate recited "that's right so if you wanna cum you're gonna have to work for it" you say kissing nate and leaning back up, nates lips chasing for more contact, you were basically depriving the man of everything he wanted and making him delve deeper and deeper into being nothing but your cum boy.

"now are you gonna hold it in for me" you ask as you bring nates dick into your hand once more "i promise" nate says lifting his head too look at you, lust and control filled your eyes while his eyes were filled with need and desperation, you began stroking his dick again as nate could feel the climax bubbling up inside of him "that's my good boy keep holding it" you cooed laying small kisses on his neck.

after hours of edging nate had become a babbling mess, his dick covered in saliva and other fluids as you enjoyed the sight before you, nate begging to cum, his wrists now bruised after pulling at the restraints so much "y/n i need it" nate begged as tears rolled down his messy face, his neck ruined with hickeys and some on his chest "such pretty begging" you mutter as you continue to deny the man of his climax.

"y/n please" nate cries, his legs shaking under you, you look into his eyes to see he really wants this, he needs this "fine you can cum" you say and before you can finish the sentence nate cums in your hand as his muscles and body contorts with each spurt "thank you" nate shakily says as his body finally calms down from all the shaking before he faints.

"you're my good boy" you say with a smile as you lick the cum from your fingers and kiss nates forehead, you take the restraints off his wrists and inspect the bruises on them "they'll be fine in a couple days" you mummer to yourself before taking the collar off, you tilt his head to the side to admire the love marks you put on his neck, now he really belongs to you.

taglist: @spermeboy @mailmango @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat

[the-froschamethyst4]

Wild Thing

𖤐Pairing: Con-artist! Ghost x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, harsh language, jealously, flirting, smoking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap couple, con-artists, dirty talking, Y/n is a smooth-talker,

𖤐Summary: Ghost and Y/n are con-artists, stealing from the rich, and Y/n is the secret weapon, she is a smooth talker and gets people talking while Ghost her husband steals from them or kills them

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The West End Train, one of the longest trains ever running, it run from Oklahoma to Oregon, a long train ride for sure, with of course stops in between. But what was interesting about it is the amount of rich people that use it, a thief's and con-artists dream!

This is where Ghost and Y/n are sitting in the first class train car, in the back, Ghost lowering his head so his hat covered his face as Y/n leans on him and looks around for their first victim.

She stands up and walks to an older man, Ghost looks up seeing her touch the guys shoulder and sitting next to him. The guy paid very, very close attention to Y/n, and her words.

"I like your tie," she starts off with something little, a compliment. The guy looks down at his tie and starts messing with it.

"T-Thank you," his eyes start to wonder around her body, she was in a small red dress that hugged her curves just right, and it stopped at her mid thigh. He then looks at her thighs and travel up to her breasts that were slightly exposed.

"Where are you heading?" She asks.

"I'm heading to Kane, Utah," he says, he seems like he was resisting the urge to touch Y/n.

"Oh really? I'm heading all the way to Douglas, Oregon," she says.

Ghost sits up and moves to the seat behind the man and Y/n, Y/n still sweet talking him, complimenting him, gently touching small things about him, his shirt, back to his tie, and messing with the strands of his white and black hair.

He leans forward and sees his wallet, he slowly starts moving it from his back pocket, picking it and pulling out $500 from his wallet, he then drops it and taps the man on his shoulder.

"Sir, you dropped your wallet," Ghost says.

"Oh thank you," he bends down to pick it up.

"Anyways, I should head back to my seat, sorry for bothering you-"

"Oh no, it's okay," he gives Y/n an awkward smile at her as she gets up and heads back to sit next to Ghost.

"How much did you get?" She asks, leaning closer to Ghost.

"$500," he sounds annoyed.

"Aww~ Ghost, are you jealous? It's okay, you know that I'm all yours," she says, her hand gliding up his thigh and landing on his belt.

"You're pushing your luck, sweetheart."

"Oh am I? I'm so scared," she says with sarcasm, slightly giggling at him and she leans back in her seat, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap.

She then sees someone else, Ghost watches as she gets up and heads to the guy that looks a bit younger then the first one, she crosses her legs and just nods at him, when he turned to look at her.

His jaw was on the floor when Y/n sat next to him.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi, sorry, someone is in my seat, I hope you don't mind if I stay here for a little bit do you?"

"N-Not at all," he stutters.

Since he was younger, he must have never met a woman before or something, all stuttering, messing with his fingers, his tense body language, and how he looks immediately sweaty when Y/n sat down.

"Oh good," she says, crossing her legs again. "Sorry, am I distracting?" She asks.

"I-I mean a little-but it's a good distraction."

"A good distraction? I've heard that before," she giggles at him.

Ghost gets up and heads down the aisle picking the guys pocket quickly opening it and pulling out $200. He had a bit less then the older guy, but it'll do, he heads back down the aisle, handing the guy his wallet.

"Are you Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"I found your wallet in econ."

"Econ, why was it up there?"

"Beats me kid, you should be lucky I found it before someone else did," Ghost says, dropping the wallet in his lap now, and walked back to his seat.

"Oh looks like my seat is finally open, guess I should head back, sorry for being a...distraction."

"That's okay."

As she heads back and plops down next to Ghost.

"Was there more?"

"Less, but it'll do," he says, now counting the money. "We have $700, we need a bit more."

"How much more?"

"At least a few more wallets," Ghost teases now.

"Ghost," she groans.

"Come on, love, do your fucking magic," he says, grabbing her chin making her look at him.

"What do I get out of these, again?"

"You know what you get, I don't need to explain it to you."

"Oh, but I forgot...can you show me, instead?" She teases back with a smirk on her face.

"You are a dangerous woman, love."

"Good." She smirks.

Ghost stood up and shuts the door to their private booth, he also drawn the blinds down, he starts to remove his jacket, and starts unbuckling his pants, and walks towards her. He cups her face and starts kissing her, holding her wrists.

He then starts to pull down her dress to the ground. Ghost smirks at her and starts kissing between her breasts, earning a soft moan from her. Her hands going to his dirty blonde hair and slightly pulling at the strands.

Ghost removes his clothes now and pins Y/n on her back, he was so gentle with her, he kisses her neck, down to her neck to her thighs now. He sits up and lines himself up at her entrance, she smiles biting on the joint of her finger and moans when he slowly pushes into her.

"Ah! W-Wow," she moans. She touches his lower stomach wanting to feel his toned stomach up to his buff chest. Her hands holding his neck and pulling him down to start kissing him again.

"Damn, baby," he moans, holding her waist and moving a bit faster, her moans filled the cart, he then flips her on her stomach, holding her butt and gently squeezing her.

His left foot was on the ground to keep him balanced and the other on the plush cushion. He starts to talk dirty to Y/n close to her ear, she was moaning, and she would squeeze around his dick.

He would groan and moan every time she would squeeze around him. She was all sweaty and her knuckles turned white when she felt herself close to coming.

"G-Ghost, I-I'm..."

"I know, baby," he groans as he watches her go down into the pillow letting out a muffled moan as Ghost kept hitting her spot over and over till cum started to leak from Y/n. Ghost smirks seeing it spill from her.

He keeps going, balls slapping against her, his hands slapping her ass and squeezing her as well, he starts becoming a bit rough, he would go as far as feeling like he was going to pull out and before his tip was almost out slam back into her. The loud and lewd sound of wet smacking filled the small cart.

He was rough, she was moaning and could barely keep herself up on her hands, but every time he slammed into her she would fall on the cushions, she fell to where she just accept laying on the cushion.

"Fuck, fuck," he cusses. Ghost felt himself about to cum, he trusts into her a few more times before letting out a moan and pulls out, cum leaking from her clit and beads of cum spilling from his tip.

She fell flat on the cushions, her hair covered her face, and he leans down moving the hair from her face, he sees that she was asleep, he smirks leaning down and kissed her cheek.

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Ghost leans on the doorframe of his private cart, watching people walk pass him, he had a cigar lit and watched as the lady pushing the cart came by, he bought a few snacks for once Y/n wakes up.

"Thanks," he says, tipping his hat.

He heads back into the cart shutting the door and looked at Y/n asleep. But it wasn't long and she starts to stir in her sleep, she sits up and Ghost gave her some roasted peanuts.

"Where are my clothes?" She asks.

"On the ground, I didn't put them on you because you were laying like a rock. I couldn't move you," he says.

Y/n grabs her dress, but put the peanuts into her hand and placed them into her mouth, she then stood up and starts getting it back on.

"We have a few more stops," he says.

"Great," she yawns. "Then we can get off this stupid train, my ass hurts from sitting so long." She grumbles.

"Aren't you a ball of sunshine," he says.

"I'm tired, I want to get off this stupid train," she says again.

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"Come on, love," Ghost says, taking her hand as they got off the train and headed to a hotel for a few nights.

"God, how much money do we have?"

"Well, after a few more wallets....$12,000."

"Shit."

"Let's go-"

"HEY THEIR THEY ARE!"

"THEY STOLE FROM ME!"

"THEY TOOK MY WALLET!!"

"GET THEM!"

"SHIT!" They both yelled and ran from the people they stole from laughing their asses off.

"Thought we were slick?" She says.

"NOT HELPING, Y/N!"

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Roman Reigns - Back Home

18+ smut, fluff

Amara was rocking her and Joe‘s 8-month old daughter Talia as she was breastfeeding her. Once she fell asleep she gently removed her nipple from her baby’s mouth before carefully placing her in the crib. Tucking her in and turning on the crib mobile Amara gently kissed her forehead before grabbing the baby monitor, quietly leaving the room.

Going downstairs she saw her other three kids playing with some toys. Two twin boys Jacob and Jake who were 6 and her oldest son Liam who was 12 "Hey my babies" she said going to them.

"Hi mommy" they all said in sync making her smile. "Liam where’s your big head daddy at?" "He’s still playing his game" he replied making her frown. He’s been playing for 6 hours now…

"This muthafucka" she whispered before going into his office/gameroom. Getting closer to the room she heard him shouting making her roll her eyes. Opening the door she saw him sitting on his chair leaning foward as his elbows were resting on his knees.

She bit her lip when she saw his tight white shirt that was out lining all his muscles and don’t get her started on the grey sweatpants and the man bun. Gah damn.

Walking over to him she made him lean back as she sat down in his lap his eyes not leaving the screen onetime. She kissed his cheek, neck before kissing his cheek again she pulled back when he barley acknowledged her presence. "Joe" no response.

"Joe” silence. "Roman" that made him snap his neck towards her and make a stank face. She never calls him Roman he hated it when she did. His head went back to the screen when he saw his player dying in COD "NOOOOOO. FUCK" he yelled making Amara Jump.

"Look look what you did. You made me die" he said as he took his headset off with a huff. "First of all you been playing this game for hours now and plus our dinner reservations are at 9:30 which is in two hours. Trinity will be on the way to pick the kids up" Amara said getting off his lap.

"Hey Uce you down for another game" they both looked at the headset on Joe's lap where Joshua’s voice was coming from. "No" Amara whispered shaking her head at Joe who picked it up and gave his wife a sheepish smile. "Yeah I’m down for another round but i gotta go after" he replied putting it back on.

Getting Annoyed she mushed her husbands head leaving. Walking out she heard the doorbell ring and sprinted knowing it was her bestie Trinity. "BEST FREN" Trinity shouted with her arms open. "BAE” Amara replied before jumping in her arms making them both laugh.

Putting her down they both walked in talking before going to the kitchen. "Shouldn’t u be getting ready" Trin asked while grabbing a drink from the fridge. "Yeah I have to take a shower and quickly do my makeup and hair, but Joe is kinda pissing me off right now"

"Oh why’s that?" Trin asked noticing the frown on her besties face. "It’s just he’s been gone for so long with work and everything and the week he’s been home all that time went towards the kids, which I’m super happy about. But it’s just me and Joe haven’t had our time in so long…i don’t know, I guess I don’t think he’s as excited to have this time together as much as I am and it’s kind of upsetting me" Explaining how she felt Trin went around the kitchen counter to hug her.

"Girl everything will be good y’all are gonna go on this nice date with good vibes, then y’all gonna go and do some love making with no distractions, okayyyyy" she hyped up making Amara laugh before Trin continued. "Okay ima take my nephews and niecy pooh now so go say bye to them and get ready and send me a Pic of your outfit, I love you" "love you too" Amara replied giving her a cheek kiss.

After saying bye to her sons and daughter she headed into the shower. Getting out she went to her walk-in closet/makeup room that was in a separate room.

Finally after an hour she was done as she was now just taking some pictures in the mirror

She looked at the time realizing it was 9:15. "Oh shit" she whispered grabbing her purse and going to the bedroom "Joe" she yelled. seeing he wasn’t there she frowned assuming he was still getting ready. Maybe he’s waiting for me downstairs she thought.

Going down she stopped in her tracks as she still heard Loud noises and shouts coming from Joes game room. "NO tf he isn’t" stomping in her heels she opened the door seeing him in the same position , same clothes, same everything.

"ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME??" She yelled making him turn back to look at her. His breath got caught in his throat seeing how gorgeous she looked before snapping back to reality. "Why are you yelli-" he about to ask before she cut him off.

"Are you serious? Look at the fucking time Joe" she said before walking away trying to hold on her tears. All she wanted was to spend time with her husband. Looking at his watch he saw it was 9:25 fuck he didn’t even realize all that time passed.

Getting up he quickly caught up to her grabbing her arm turning her around. He noticed the tears in his wife’s eyes making his chest fill with guilt and hurt. He hated seeing her upset especially if he’s the reason. "I’m sorry baby I’m so so sorry. Please don’t cry" pulling Amara into him he kissed her tears away and her face stayed motionless.

"I’ll quickly get dressed and we can get going okay, I’ll c-call them and let them know we will be late everything will be fin-" "No" she said catching him off gaurd. "No?" "I don’t wanna go anymore"

"Amara please I said I was sorry okay" "it’s always sorry with you" her saying that confused the shit outta him. "The fuck is that supposed to mean" "it means your always sorry, Joe when is the last fucking time we event spent time together Huh?" That question made him think, shit he couldn’t even remember it’s definitely been over months.

"Can’t even remember right? Joe all I wanted is for us to have this time together. The days you’ve been back we’ve barley spent time together which is okay cause u put most of it to the kids, but the times you do have free time you never want to spend it with me. Do you even love me anymore?." Her voice cracking at the end of her sentence as she tried to keep in all her emotions.

"Did you really just ask me that, Amara you are the most important person to me, I love you so much, I can’t even go a day without hearing your voice or seeing your beautiful face"

"Well it doesn’t feel like that. You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight" she said walking upstairs. Going in the room she didn’t bother changing her clothes before crawling in the bed as she cried herself to sleep. Leaving Joe alone downstairs In his thoughts.

"Amara. Amara baby wake up" Joe said peppering kisses all over his wife’s face. "Mhmm Joe what are you doing" she groaned as she sat up. Blinking she looked around the bedroom noticing rose petals all over the bedroom along with candles and a big bouquet of flowers in Joe's hand with a suit on.

"Joe" Amara whispered feeling emotional again. "Look baby I know it’s not much, but I really am sorry. Im sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important. The fact I made you feel like I don’t love you I-" he choked up feeling emotions hit him. He made his wife feel that way. The love of his life.

Leaning closer to him Amara pecked his lips and wiped away the tear that fell down his cheek. "It’s okay honey I forgive you" she said making him put his lips against her soft plump ones and kiss her passionately. "I love you so much" whispering against her lips he gave her one last peck. "I love you too"

Standing up he held his hand out for her which she gladly took as he led her downstairs, going down she noticed the trail of rose petals leading all the way to their back porch.

"Oh my god Joe no you didn’t" Amara squealed as she saw the candle lit dinner he set up. Chuckling he pulled out her chair as she sat down with a big smile on her face, before taking a seat of his own.

On que a chef walked out with a silver platter with two plates of lobster pasta as he set them down as the married couple thanked him.

"Want some wine" Joe asked as he unscrewed the bottle. "Yes please" she moaned as she took a bite of the delicious pasta. "Taste good?" Amara moaned again as she took another bite making Joe laugh as he passed a glass of wine to her.

An hour went by and the married couple were finished their food as they were both a bit buzzed off the wine as they were laughing about old stories.

"Baby you know you were hella wrong for smacking her like that" Joe laughed as he took a sip of his wine. "Hey that bitch had it coming for rubbing on yo chest like that" She said with a shrug.

They sat in a comfortable silence as Amara looked out into the view she had from their balcony. Feeling eyes on her she looked in Joe's direction as he was just staring at her.

Blushing she quickly got shy under his gaze she whispered a "what?" As he just continued to stare before speaking. "You are so beautiful Amara my god" feeling shy again she looked down and smiled.

"Come here" looking up she saw him motion her with him fingers to go over to him, standing on shaky legs she walked around the table to him as he scooted his chair back so she can sit on his lap.

Placing her sideways on his lap she wrapped her right arm around his neck. He started to kiss all over her neck making her let out a small moan. "I wanted to ask baby does that pussy still get soaking wet for me? Mhm?" He asked still kissing her everywhere.

"You know it does Joe. Oh god I missed your touch so bad" she said as she pulled him in for a kiss as he happily kissed back, lightly grabbing her jaw as they made out sloppily as both of their breathing got heavy, her pussy getting wetter by every second. Grabbing his hand Amara guided it under her dress and onto her clothed lace panties. Joe pressed down on it feeling a wet patch making him smirk into their kiss before pulling out the kiss.

"This pussy wet for me?" Amaras head went into Joe's neck nodding, she started to grind her pussy on his hand as she let out a whimper but he quickly stopped her movements. "Joe please I need you so bad" she whispered, craving her husbands touch badly.

"Come on let’s go to the room I wanna try something" he lifted her bridal style before going into their bedroom. Laying her carefully on the bed, he took off Amara's heels kissing each foot before his kisses slowly went up. Spreading her thighs he kissed the inner part of them before fully pulling away and standing up straight.

"Stand up real quick for me" listening Amara stood before Joe sat on the edge of the left side of the bed directly in front of the big body mirror that was in the bedroom. "Come here and sit" he patted his lap as his wife quickly went over to him.

As she was about to straddle him he stopped her before making her turn and sit in his lap so her back was against his chest. "I wanna see you play with that pussy" his words shocking her, but she didn’t dare say no. Listening she looked in the mirror in front of her making eye contact with Joe as she took her panties off throwing it to the side.

Keeping eye contact she grabbed the end of her dress before lifting it over her head leaving her naked on her husband who’s still fully dressed in his suit. Grabbing underneath her knees Joe spread her legs as they rested in his hands holding her in place showing off how wet her pussy was glistening with her sticky juices.

Joe kissed her neck as Amaras hands went to her breast squeezing her nipples before trailing her hand down to her pussy. Fingers going to her clit she rubbed slow but firm circles against her bud making her body jolt a little from pleasure making her moan. Putting two fingers at her entrance she pushed them in as it made a loud wet sound across the room making Joe groan from hearing it.

Biting her lip she met his eyes again her mouth slightly open as her moans fell out of them. Fingering herself faster, her messy juices started running down her ass cheeks onto her husbands lap as she felt herself coming close to finishing. Joes right hand dropped from underneath Amaras knee making it plop down as he was still holding up her left.

"Okay that’s enough" he said gripping the hand she was fingering herself with. "Joe please let me cum" trying to move her fingers again, he pulled them outta her making her whimper at the empty feeling.

Grabbing her hand he placed her fingers in his mouth sucking her juices that were on it.

Standing up he placed her on the bed her back hitting the soft covers, looking down Joe saw the front of his pants stained with his wife juices. Smiling he took off his suit jacket before unbuttoning his white dress shirt and unbuckled his belt making Amara start to rub her pussy again watching him.

He smacked her hand making her pout before taking it back. "Did I say you can touch yourself?" "No" nodding his head he continued to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down making his dick spring up. Amaras mouth watered seeing his thick dick as well as the pulsing feeling In her clit.

Fully stepping out his pants, he grabbed his wife’s ankles flipping her around so she was on her stomach. She let out a small scream when her husband unexpectedly picked her up so she was upside down. Dick all in her face.

"Joe what the fuck are you doin— oh shit, mhmm" she cut herself off with a moan when she felt Joe’s tongue flicking against her clit. He lifted her up more against his face, putting his tongue in her hole. That action made Amara squeal, as the blood in her body rushed to her head. She gripped on her husbands thighs from the intense pressure.

She grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. "Fuck baby go ahead put it in your mouth" his voice muffled since his mouth was still on her. Listening she put only his tip in her mouth as she sucked on it slowly. It being a little hard since she was still upside down.

As if he read her mind he gently laid on the bed so they were now in a 69 position more comfortably he shifted her on top of his face as she took him deeper down her throat making gargling sounds as she sucked him off sloppily.

Joe put two fingers in his wife making her arch her back more before licking her from her clit all the way to the crack of her ass. The feeling wasn’t foreign to her but it definitely did shock Mara every time. Moaning around him she took him out her mouth slowly stroking him and licked his balls. spit was all over her hands and his dick. "Fuck Mara I’m gonna cum" "mhmm nut in my mouth daddy"

Putting him back in her mouth she bobbed her head up and down. Feeling his nut coming he reached over and held her head down, thrusting his hips up fucking her mouth. Groaning he came down his beautiful wife’s throat, as she continued to bob her head making him sensitive. "Okay b-baby stop" not listening she continued her actions.

Grabbing her hair he pulled it roughly making her back arch and her head hang back as he pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips moving together slowly as she scooted down not breaking the kiss as her bare wet pussy rubbed against his dick.

Joe pulled away from the kiss looking at Maras face as she gave him a smile. God was she beautiful. Her make up was smudge, hair messy but somehow she still looked perfect.

Laying back down Joe grabbed two pillows putting it underneath his head before motioning his wife over. Immediately understanding she crawled over to him until her left knee was on one side of his head and the right on the other. "Sit" slowly lowering herself she tried not to put all her weight on his face.

"Jesus Mara I said sit" wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her down to fully sit his lips tightly around her clit making Amara gasp as she tried sitting up a bit but Joe didn’t budge. His grip tighter around her thighs. "Fuck daddy I can’t take it" Amara screamed when he started shaking his head side to side while sucking harshly on her clit.

Crying out she tried pushing his head away, running, but he easily over powered her. Lifting her by her thighs with his tongue still working on her he picked her up, laying Amara on her back, quickly putting his fingers in her as he continued to feast.

"Oh my god, Joe I can’t I can’t" "yes you can. Cum for me baby you wanna be good and cum for daddy right?" He spoke fingering her faster. "Yesssss! Mhmm. Fuck I’m Cummin" screaming her orgasm took over her body. Squirting Joe rubbed her clit vigorously, her juices splashing everywhere, the bed, on her and him.

Her chest heaved up and down with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Hearing Joe laugh she opened her eyes confused. "What?" Pointing to her chest she looked down and saw that her breasts were leaking milk. "Holy shit" she said still breathless, "let me go wipe this of-" her sentence was cut off as Joe starting licking up the juices and milk that were on her boobs and stomach.

He was a nasty nasty man. She whimpered and grabbed the back of his head as he continued to suck on her sensitive nipples. Not him licking up their daughters food. Grabbing his dick he aligned it with his wife’s entrance. Sinking into her they both let out a moan.

Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck he began fucking her slow but his strokes were deep and long. Fuck did he miss being inside her it’s been so long since he felt his wife’s warm, tight pussy. "Do you miss this dick baby" Joe asked his right hand around her throat gently but firmly choking her.

She tried to speak but no sound came out. "Didn’t daddy ask you a question?" She gripped his arm when he started speeding up his strokes. "Yesuuuuhh I missed this dick. I missed you being in my pussy" rotating his hips he made sure she felt every inch of him.

"Yeah? Well I missed this pussy. Gripping me so good it’s like god made you just for me" grabbing her he switched positions so that she was now on top. Placing her feet on each side of him they intertwined hands as she began bouncing on his dick slowly. Lifting up till only his tip was in before going all the way down.

Kissing him he slapped her ass urging her to go faster making clapping and wet sounds fill in the room. "Mhmm fuck I’m close daddy" Amara announced. "Me too baby me too. Cum with me" Joe scooted down a bit and gripping her ass in his hands as he fucked her from underneath making her cry out.

Her upper body fell on his so they were chest to chest. "You gonna give me another baby?" Joe asked his arms around Amaras body still fucking her as their sweaty bodies were colliding. "Yesssss! Ima give you another baby. Please nut in me"

Her words triggering his orgasm making him pull her closer to him, if that was even possible. Feeling his warm cum inside her she came shortly after her body shuttering on top of his, before slowing down their movements as they came to a complete stop.

Both leaning to each other they shared a sweet kiss. "I love you so much baby I’m so grateful to have you in my life and to have you as my wife" Joe said pushing back her hair that was falling over her face. "I love you too and I’m so grateful to have you as my husband" kissing his lips she continued.

"My tribal chief" he stopped all his movements just staring at her as she stared back. "Don’t ever in your life call me that shit again" he laughed making her burst out in laughter before they shared another kiss.

I got a little carried away writing this ngl😭 I apologize if there was any errors

Hope you beautiful people enjoy it and requests are open if you want to request anything :)

[fungusgnat444]

Random König headcanons

SFW and NSFW also (don’t worry if you just want SFW everything is labeled), mentions of anxiety/poor self worth, autistic coded König, nerd könig, angst if you squint, mentions of size difference, mentions of a gun kink(nothing too fucked up I promise), könig wears a buttplug lol, Slight breeding kink, mentions of creampie, assumed unprotected sex (wrap it up tho fr), König being a lil freak in general honestly, kinda sub König in some parts but also some dom, afab femme reader, descriptions of anatomy(mostly him but a little about reader too),reader works with könig, I think that’s it

Real name: Jacob Schröder

Age:26 (born September 30th because I said so)

home town: Badgastein (it’s so pretty and snowy☺️)

appearance: 6”10, deep auburn curly hair, very pale with freckles, large, aquailine nose, super thick eyelashes and eyebrows, blue/green eyes (like mostly blue but with a little green)

SFW

Although he love physical touch his favourite love language is quality time and I can not be convinced otherwise. At first you thought it was a little creepy how he would just silently sit with you basically doing nothing but he genuinely likes just spending time with you. Sees you alone in the mess hall? Even if he’s already eaten he’ll just sit and watch you eat in silence. Reading a book? He’ll sit you in his lap and read over your shoulder (secretly thinks most of the books you read are garbage but he doesn’t really care). He honestly just likes that you’re there, you don’t even have to do anything lol. Likes physical affection too but in a more subtle way usually. Sometimes cuddling and making out or whatever overwhelms him and makes him feel claustrophobic. Most of the time he just likes holding your hand or having his hand resting on your thigh or playing with your hair while you have your head in his lap. Loves it when you play with his hair too, usually puts him to sleep.

speaking of which this man can and will sleep anywhere. On days he’s not working he’ll probably have to have at least one nap or he’ll get all grumpy. As much as you feel bad for him when he’s tired you have to admit he always looks so cute. All puffy eyed and pouty. Often forces you to nap with him even if you tell him you’re not tired. If you just wait for him to fall asleep and try to leave he’s immediately awake and holding you so tight you almost feel like you’ll pass out. He could sleep through an air raid but if you try to leave he’s on high alert. Also I fear because he’s broken his nose so many times, this man’s snoring will make your house shake.

I can’t explain why but I feel like he’s a massive nerd. Like has a protective glass case filled with warhammer 40k figurines, probably spent his entire live savings on a pc, camps out at stores when a new game is getting released, rants at you about the Halo lore type of nerd. also he’s definitely forced you to watch Star Trek and hates that the next generation is your favourites. Is definitely a dungeon master So if you show even the slightest interest in dnd our boy is stuttering, blushing, trying to get you to join his dnd group. Bitte schatz, I came up with a whole new campaign just for you🥺 you’ll like it I swear.

Although it might be a little toxic I definitely think he can be overly protective/possessive of you. Honestly you kind of like it but you know he only acts this way because he’s insecure. Making you sit in his lap when he has friends over so they know not to look at you to much, making you wear his jacket if you get too much attention in public and glaring at any man who walks past. You always know he’s feeling jealous when his pupils are like pin pricks and he’s breathing like a bull with his fists clenched. He’s gotten into fights a few times so you usually have to calm him down. He’s always super embarrassed and apologetic after. Buying you some expensive pretty thing so you don’t hate him. Even if you don’t care or kinda like it he always feels guilty. He feels guilty a lot in general with you. That such a pretty sweet girl is stuck with him. As such he doesn’t take compliments very well. Usually clenching his jaw and furrowing his thick brows while he mutters something passive aggressive to himself, “Scheiß lügner…”. Although if you keep saying the compliment and giving him attention he’ll eventually start believing you. Blushing and struggling to look at you.

Probably takes him quite a while to feel comfortable showing you his full face or even telling you his real name. Even once you’ve already seen it sometimes he still hides his face on days he’s feeling particularly insecure. Once before you’d seen his face you asked one of his friends, horangi, about it. He said they’d known each other almost a decade and he’d only seen his face a few times, most of which were accidental. König had a pretty miserable time as a teenager. He only really bulked out when he was about 17, right before he joined the military. Believe it or not he was pretty scrawny for most of his life. Once he said he used to be built like a lamppost. Before the military he was generally quite quiet and timid. He still is almost always very quiet. This in combination with his more nerdy interests and the fact that talking to a pretty girl for too long gave him a nosebleed made him a pretty easy target for bullies. He was always shy about his appearance but in the early days of his military career his self esteem plummeted when he got a face full of shrapnel during a mission. Luckily they got him to a medic fast but there’s only so much they could do. He hates the scars. Hates the attention. You’re the only person who’s ever made him feel better about it. Kissing every scar, cooing at him while he cries into your chest after another shitty day. Tell him you’re proud of him and how handsome he is. Even if he doesn’t believe it, he at least feels better knowing you believe it at least.

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He has barely any experience but he fucks with such desperation that it never ceases to make your legs shake. Loves folding you into whatever position he wants and just spearing you like a fish in a barrel, unable to move or escape. Can get a little too rough sometimes when he’s lost in the moment but the moment he sees any form of discomfort from you he whispering soft apologies in your ear and slowing his pace till he’s balls deep just gently grinding against you while he kisses away your tears. As much as he loves treating you like a rag doll. Deep down all he wants is to satisfy you. Sometimes he won’t even fuck you he’ll just eat you out for a few hours like he’s digging for gold. Love tasting you more than anything else. Especially when you’re overstimulated and clutching his empty head between your soft thighs like you’re trying to crush him.

this man is hung like a god. It’s almost too big. Every time it’s a struggle for you to take it all. The struggle only makes it hotter for him. Loves it when you look up at him all teary eyed, pouting because you’re disappointed you can’t fit anymore in. He loves making a mess of you and he’s so fucking good at it. But he’s just as much a mess for you too. Whimpering and panting like a dog with your hands around his neck. Begging you to let him fill you up with yet another load.

I feel like he probably has a few kinks that are a little obscure. Like he loves eating you out through a pair of tights, hearing them rip loudly in his tight grip right before he impales you. Wearing a buttplug while he’s fucking you makes his brain turn to sawdust. Sloppily plunging into you in doggy and drooling on your sweaty back from above. Letting you ride him, telling him he’s not allowed to move while you hold the barrel of one of his handguns against his forehead or stuffed in his mouth (it’s unloaded of course, he’s not actually insane). If you surprise him by pulling the trigger, that little clicking noise will have him gasping shakily and his eyes rolling back. The noises he makes are absolutely whorish. So desperate and loud and involuntary.

he loves aftercare both giving and receiving. After sex he’s just as fragile as you are. Usually shaking and panting for a good while as he peppers you in thousands of kisses. Loves having a bath with you after. You laying on his chest while he washes your hair for you. Always asks you if he did a good job. He’s like a puppy after he’ll do anything you ask.

German translations: “bitte schatz” please sweetheart. “Scheiß Lügner” fucking liar

[nekrosdolly]

boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

[seresinhangmanjake]

It's What You Make It

Dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake hasn't been on the best of terms with his parents since they found out about you and his baby, and now his mother decides she wants to meet her granddaughter.

Warnings: cursing maybe? Protective Jake

Notes: Suggested by an anon / Part of the Oh, Baby Universe.

Words: 4200

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“Jake, dear, your mother would like to meet her granddaughter.”

It was cruel, really, to have such devastating words leave the lips of one of those he loved the most, but maybe that was why she of all people was tasked with it. He wasn't likely to listen to another on the matter. Hell, had anyone else but she called, he wouldn't have answered, and he struggled not to see it as a bit of a betrayal. A trick.

"Gram," he sighed into the phone, running a hand through his hair, "I'm not doing this with them. After everything we just faced with her mother, why should we put ourselves through dealing with mine?"

"You know she had nothing to do with that email."

"Yea and nothing to do with discouraging it, either."

The other end of the line went silent. Jake looked to his left where his daughter was being bounced on her mother's lap just out of earshot. You smiled at the girl, but the stone now sitting on Jake's heart kept it from swelling as it normally would at the sight of your brightened face. 

His perfect little family. Safe and sound in California. Far from Texas. Far from the people you'd yet to learn criticized you for your past choices. 

When you first asked about them, Jake couldn't hide the fact that his parents were displeased with the coming of his daughter. He'd blamed it on their lack of open-mindedness to the girl being brought into his life under ‘unique’ circumstances, and while that was in fact a part of it, the bulk of their problems they placed solely in you and not trusting why you bothered to return when you left him to begin with. They buried you under a mountain of their judgment and you were completely unaware. But that was how he wanted to keep it. He wanted you in the dark. Oddly enough, the darkness was where you were safest. And that plan had been working so well, too. You had a healthy understanding of the difficulty of parents, and after the way your mother treated him the month prior you hadn't pressured him for more information on his. 

I only care about the three of us, Jake. As long as we're together, nothing else matters—that's what you'd said. You sealed that promise with a kiss that led to hours in bed full of sex and naps and cuddles and what felt like hundreds of exchanges of 'I love yous'. 

The issue with his parents wasn't brought up again.

And now his grandmother was ruining it. 

"What do you expect of me, Gram?" he asked; the first of his rapid-fire questions. "To bring them there? To subject them to that? You really want me to hurt my girlfriend? My daughter? What even makes you think Mom cares to see Eve? There's no way she admitted—"

"Breathe, dear," she soothed. And Jake did as told, but it didn't make him feel the slightest bit better. "I saw it in her eyes."

He sighed, chest noticeably deflating. "Oh, come on. I love you, Gram, but seriously?"

"Jacob Seresin, you hush," she scolded, her voice raised and tinny through the speaker. "You asked me a question, so listen up."

Jake grumbled, defeated. The senior Eve had that power over him. She was the mother his mother should have been. She taught him plenty and raised him well. He knew how to respect his woman because of his Gram. He treated you the way you deserved because she made sure to instill in him the value of women where his own parents had failed to do. 

So he listened. 

"When I returned from my visit a couple of weeks ago, your mother snuck in the casual question or two whenever your father wasn't around," she explained. "And I told her. Anything she cared to know. That Eve is beautiful and her mother is a stunner." Jake's lips curved upward despite the anxiety building in his chest. "That your girls are perfect. That you are happier than I've ever seen you."

"...And?"

"And she nodded and got a little grin on her face."

Jake waited for more, but it didn't come. His hand rose and fell, smacking against the side of his thigh. "That's your only argument to encourage surrendering the happiness of my family to a couple of snakes?"

"Snakes?" He could practically see the roll of her eyes. "Really, dear?"

"I read you the email."

The email he'd received a few weeks after he got you back and learned of his daughter's existence. The one that spat aggressive levels of disappointment in him, and called you an abundance of names that nearly had him crushing his phone in his palm. The one that expressed very clearly his parents' refusal to acknowledge the woman he loved and his baby as their family.

"No," Jake said as he shook his head. "No, I'm not doing it."

"I'm not saying you have to, dear. I'm just telling you that there is someone else who might want to be a part of your daughter's life. That's more family for Eve to be surrounded by. Another person to love her."

—-

He’d promised her he’d think about it. And while he really wished he could forget her words, they were persistent, nagging, and unwilling to get out of his way; like a damn fly buzzing around his face during all hours of his days and nights. 

His grandmother was wise and she was clever to tap into one of his life’s motivations: to provide his daughter with as much love as possible. Though Eve did have love—from him, from you, his team, his grandmother—the potential for so much more was taken away from her. 

She didn’t see your family. They lived across the country and after the way your mother behaved, you’d pretty much cut her off for the time being. His sister’s husband was in the Air Force, stationed at Aviano in Italy with no set date of return. And his parents had made their opinions clear, so he felt it best to never let you or Eve around them. But doing what he believed was best didn’t stop the guilt of denying Eve her family, of not giving her enough. He thought about Christmas coming up and how she wouldn’t have her grandparents. He thought about the major events in her life to come; the birthdays and school plays, the graduations, and the, hopefully only, wedding. 

Wait, he stopped himself, scratch the wedding. No wedding. How could his daughter possibly have a wedding if she would never be dating to begin with? 

But there was still enough remaining to worry him. 

Jake didn’t want a day to come when Eve looked around the room and wondered why she didn’t have the people in her life that her friends at school did. She deserved everything he could possibly give her, and his grandmother calling to inform him he wasn’t providing that was a stab to the heart. 

“You’re lost.” 

The voice—your voice—was one of two powerful enough to crack the thick shell surrounding his thoughts. 

Your fingers wove through his hair as he focused his vision on your face, letting the fog clear to make out the perfection he saw in each feature. You wiggled on the mattress, inching your body closer to his and he lifted his arm to drape over your waist. 

“What’s going on?” you asked. “You’ve been zoning out for three days.”

He wouldn’t lie to you—never could. And even if he tried, it would be a waste of breath with the way you managed to sniff out untruths like a damn bloodhound. The information he didn’t tell you he always preferred to label as ‘omissions.’ Those could just barely slip by your clever brain. And he’d only ever done it twice; when he’d neglected to spill his hidden love, and when he hadn’t provided you with all the details of his father’s email. Both seemed like good ideas at the time. Necessary. But now…

“According to Gram,” Jake sighed, “my mother wants to meet Eve.”

You tried to control your face, but the ceasing of your nails grazing across his scalp was enough to tell him you were plenty shocked. Likely plenty terrified, too, with the trauma of the last parental interaction.

“Oh.” You blinked once, twice, three times, as your lips parted and sealed and parted again. “So, that means…what? They're fine with everything now?"

"I doubt it, but…" Jake bit the inside of his cheek. Shook his head. “Honey, I’m really not sure.”

“You trust them?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

He didn’t know, not even after three days of thought. He cared about protecting his family, but whether or not introducing his mother to you and his daughter would be a choice he'd come to regret was hard to say. “What do you think we should do?”

“Baby, your family, your decision.”

With a groan, Jake pulled you closer and turned onto his back, settling your body on top of his. 

“But you’re so much smarter than me,” he said, wrapping his arms snuggly around your waist and tilting his chin up for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, despite the weight of the conversation surely causing you as much unease as it was him. You let him kiss you for as long as he wanted. Like you knew just how badly he needed it in that moment. How badly he needed you. 

“You’re no idiot, Jake Seresin," you said when he decided it was fair to let you breathe. "I’ll do whatever you think is best.”

He hummed, pushing some of your hair back behind your shoulder. “Why do you have to be so damn supportive and reasonable?”

You smiled so sweetly. Leaned in closer. 

“Because I trust you," you whispered, letting your lips slowly travel around his face, pressing gentle kisses where you could. "And I believe in you."

You pulled back, locking your eyes with his, and as you stroked his cheek, you said, “Because you’re my teammate, Jake.” 

He let your words soak in—filling him, sating him—before taking a deep inhale through his nose. On the heavy exhale he released a breathy “Fuck.”

You chuckled. “What?”

“It’s just extremely hot when you say shit like that and I am trying to make a decision that really isn’t helped by my dick getting hard.”

He swelled larger in his underwear as he spoke and he could see the very second that mischievous glint took root in your eye.

“Aw," you pouted, slightly grinding your hips into his, making his breath hitch, "Does my man get turned on by commitment?"

His fingers dug into your waist to hold you still, and with a scowl, he said, "You already knew that so quit teasing me."

“Who's teasing?" You asked as you gave him a peck. "You've been distracted for three days, and I miss you. So let me take your mind off it. Then we can get some sleep and talk it over in the morning."

He loved you for that. That you knew him enough to refrain from pushing him in any direction. You knew enough to know when he needed a distraction from the things that most bothered him. 

"Deal," he whispered. Then his fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your face closer to his. 

—-

It wasn't talked about in the morning. Not that one nor the weeks worth that followed. The distraction Jake had been so thankful for continued to find itself in the forms of wake-up sex, and invigorating work days, and evenings filled with dedicated family time—things he actually cared about. Thinking about what to do with his mother had been bothersome enough that at the first chance to brush it aside, it slipped from his mind without effort. And he didn’t care, just as he didn’t care how his life had completely split after his father sent that email. 

It was a clean severing, like a hot blade through butter, and the two new parts were far from equal. You and his daughter occupied one chunk of his divided world—the larger of the two—and the other chunk was where his parents remained, dwarfed under the shadow of its massive counterpart. It was too easy to let go of that extra bit that was hanging off the end of what was an otherwise perfect life, so he did. 

He didn’t follow up with his grandmother—

A mistake he discovered when his mother walked through the front door of the Hard Deck and disrupted the peace surrounding his little family.

His trio had decided to have lunch with Rooster at the bar well before opening hours, and it was the lack of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, and occasional drunken shouting which allowed for the clicking of heels across hardwood flooring to echo clearly throughout the room. 

Three voices went eerily silent, the only continuous sound being that of Eve shaking her rattle toy, lost in the sweet ignorance of childhood and completely oblivious to the thickness that had just swelled throughout the bar. 

Jake glared at his grandmother who was just off to the side of her daughter-in-law. She stared back, a look of complete innocence on her face until she grew bored with silent standoff and, with a roll of her eyes, made a beeline for you and Eve. She smiled wide, immediately popping the bubble that was holding everyone hostage, to give you a little hug around the shoulders before kissing the top of Eve’s head. 

“Oh, I missed you,” she said as huddled beside the small girl.

Jake stood from the rounded table and crossed his arms over his chest, the movement broadening his shoulders and thickening his muscles, like an animal determined to protect his mate and cub from any predator bold enough to test him. And as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what he was looking at. The woman standing still as a statue twenty feet from him was not someone he recognized anymore. He couldn’t guarantee that her next move would not be in the form of a threat, so he didn’t risk it. 

His mother raised her hand in a wave weakened by uncertainty. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Her voice was meeker than he expected, and she stood less confidently than he’d ever known in his thirty-four years. Her styled hair and perfectly painted nails and carefully applied makeup suddenly seemed unnatural on the woman before him, like an ill-fitting costume hanging off her body with an uneasy facial expression to match. 

“Gram,” Jake began, a deep grit to his tone. He didn’t tear his eyes away from his mother. “What did you do?”

Without glancing her way, Jake knew his grandmother had taken his seat at the table, holding his daughter and likely making silly faces at her as she inserted herself in what was his pleasant weekend.

“You two need to talk,” she said. There was a smile in her voice. A giggle from Eve. “You weren’t going to make the first move, and she was coming either way, so I figured it would be best if I tagged along.”

The crease in Jake’s brow deepened. That was not enough for him. “No warning?”

“Nope. You wouldn’t have agreed.”

He shook his head. His mother still hadn’t moved. 

"Is he here?" Jake finally asked her.

His mother startled at his directness, but she recovered after a moment’s passing and took a step closer that Jake immediately made up by taking a step back. She paused. "Jake—"

"Is he here?" he snapped.

The new silence in the aftermath of his sharp tone was loud, terribly loud, and long-lasting. Painfully so.

"Uh, family?" Rooster suddenly said from behind him. "Why don't we take a little walk on the beach."

Chairs scraped across the floor and Jake couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so thankful for his friend. Rooster was the only other person to know the full truth of what was said about Jake’s girlfriend and daughter, and he undoubtedly felt the storm brewing. A storm he knew Jake wouldn’t want his family to witness. 

No one argued, and as the others made their way outside, you appeared in front of him, breaking the tension of his steady stare. He looked at you, making sure to soften the hard edge in his eyes to soothe the worry in yours, but it didn’t work. His smile was tight-lipped and brief.

"Go with them, Honey," he whispered with a nod toward the door. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles before running his thumb over the top of them. "It's ok."

He tried that smile again, but the expression on your face made it known he was no more convincing than before.

With your free hand you cupped his cheek, then you stood up on your toes to press your lips to his—a little token of strength. When you stepped away from him, you snuck a quick look at his mother before you were on your way, following everyone else out the back door onto the beach. 

Only once you were out of his sight did Jake allow his eyes to land back on his mother.

She swallowed hard, her shaky hands clasped in front of her. "She's lovely," she said.

"She is," he replied, crossing his arms once again, stony glare back in place. "Where's Dad?"

Her nerves radiated through the room. He could practically see them—thin wiggly lines emanating from her form. 

"He's on a business trip. He doesn't even know I came. I just wanted to meet them. I'm only here for a couple of days and—"

"What happens when he finds out?” Jake interjected. “He'll lose his mind. He’ll show up here, and he won't walk away without making his point clear when it comes to my girlfriend and baby."

He could feel his voice raising as he continued to speak, but he couldn’t restrain himself. The pure rage he’d been trying to tamp down for months was yanked to the surface now that he was looking directly into the eyes of someone who had no issue insulting you, and therefore, hurting him. 

She said his name again, but the overwhelming combination of her gentle tone and the pain swirling in her irises had tears beginning to coat his own, a stinging at his nose. 

It pissed him off.

"He isn't coming anywhere near them,” Jake practically growled, that internal animal determined to protect his family slipping through the calm demeanor he’d been so close to regaining. “Do you understand me? After the things he said, the things he called her? It's not happening."

His mother nodded. "I understand."

"That little girl is mine. I'm not being tricked into raising someone else's kid!"

"I know, sweetheart,” she said as she attempted a step closer. He flinched but didn’t move away. She took another step. “Gram showed me a picture of her. She looks just like you." 

He frowned at her hint of a smile, at her hand extending his way like to earn the trust of an aggressive puppy. 

"Jake, I'm so sorry,” She near whispered. She was closer than he realized—he blamed it on his blurring vision—and her palm tentatively landed on his forearm. “This is not how I wanted things to be. You’re my son. The woman you love is outside that door and she birthed my granddaughter.” Her fingers lightly squeezed. “The last thing I want is to be alienated from the family you’ve made.”

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last week, Jake didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think right. He felt lost, and the only things capable of bringing him to safety were not within grabbing distance, separated from him by a door that might as well have been a mile away. 

Another palm met his other forearm and his arms were carefully untwined. One of his hands was sandwiched between two smaller ones. He couldn’t decide if it was comforting. 

He’d never been terribly close to her, less close to his father, but it didn’t change that she was, in fact, his mother. He’d always feel a bond, in some form. And knowing that her actions, her words, or lack thereof, were too often influenced by being under his father’s thumb stuck in the back of his mind. Rarely did she drift, knowing she’d have to face his frustration, but she had this time, for him, for his child, and it made things all the more difficult. Confusing. 

"I know what was said was…horrible. And—" Her eyelids briefly closed as she shook her head. She blew out a subtle breath before looking up at him. “I know I didn't do anything about it. I didn't call you and tell you I wasn't on his side in this. But that's what I'm doing now."

His lips parted but she continued.

“If it doesn’t work, if you don’t want me around them, then I’ll go. I’ll respect that, sweetheart, but I just wanted to try.”

The longer she stood there, the longer she had her hands around his, looking as desperate as she did, the harder it was for Jake to maintain the same depth of anger that he’d been so attached to. It seeped away with the nagging obligation to let her try to be a grandmother to his daughter. Not just for his mother, but for Eve. His baby girl, for whom he would willingly spend his entire life trying to provide everything she deserved and more. 

Jake sighed. 

“You can meet them,” he said, “But—”

She smiled. “That’s enough for now. I wouldn’t ask for more.”

Good. He wouldn’t give her more. Not now. Not until he saw for himself how she behaved around you and his baby. 

Nodding, he said, “Come on, then.”

He could feel her nerves again as they stepped out the back door of the bar, but the moment he saw your face, all of his attention went to you and what you were going to think about what he’d just agreed to. 

You only gave a brief look to his mother, a small smile with it, before your eyes were back on his. The question in them he responded to with a nod, then his mother stepped out from behind him. She hadn’t a chance to get a good look at Eve when she arrived, but now that the girl was right in front of her, snuggled in your arms, his mother couldn’t peel her eyes away. 

Her hand raised to cover her mouth and muffle the light sob that escaped as she stared in awe at the girl. She eased over to you.

"Could I—" She started but hesitated.

Jake understood her pause. His mother was asking another mother—a woman she didn’t truly know—if she could hold her baby. And what mother would hand her child over to a stranger? He respected her for recognizing that. For not assuming she had a claim on his child. 

A relationship with Eve would be a gift to her, but not one she could demand. It was a gift that must be granted. A decision; His and yours. And while he had decided he was ok with his mother being around Eve, you, too, would have to agree. 

“Would it be alright with you if I held her?” his mother finally asked. 

You looked at Jake again and he nodded again—extra reassurance that he trusted the intentions of the woman asking you to hand over your entire world. 

Smile spreading across your face, you said, “Of course,” and lifted Eve in his mother’s direction. 

"Oh…gosh,” she breathed, settling the girl on her hip. "You're so wonderful, aren't you." 

Her words were breaking as they left her lips, but she continued to murmur sweet praises as she hugged the baby girl close, and kissed the top of her blonde head, and ran her fingers over the much smaller ones. His mother looked at and held her son’s daughter as if she were unreal, delicate, breakable. And that’s exactly what she was. Eve was a miracle—one that brought her parents together again when it seemed so horribly unlikely, and she needed to be treated as such.

Jake’s heart squeezed so beautifully at the sight, and the tears he thought had come and gone threatened to reemerge. He felt full. Oddly complete in a way he didn’t anticipate. 

It was uncomfortable to realize how much he wanted that acceptance, for himself, for you, for his child, but he couldn’t deny the relief of seeing his mother care. Not judging but loving the way he chose to live his life despite it being so different than what was expected of him. 

A brush against his hand pulled him away from the scene. You tugged on his fingers and grinned when his eyes met yours. You pulled more, but Jake was already moving to sit beside you on the bench. 

“You ok?” you asked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him. 

“I’m giving it a chance,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll see.”

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A/N: this will have a 2nd part.

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[bvbygrl-writes]

Season of The Witch (5)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: An Edward dedicated chapter <3

Warnings: N/A but it will be 18+ at some point most likely. Minors and blanks dni. Also I didn't edit any of it so ignore any typos.

As the month went by, you and Jacob were spending a lot more time together. He had taken you to La Push where you had lunch with him and his pack. He’d driven you to the Cliff where Uley and the others would jump during the nights you couldn’t sleep. The two of you would sit there for hours, just staring up at the stars, listening as the water crashed on the jagged rocks below. Those were the nights you enjoyed the most. Where you’d wake up laying beside each other under your coats that he had formed into blankets. He’d always come over for breakfast the next morning, your mom gushing over how sweet he was, dad eyeing him up protectively.

And although you enjoyed every second of it, you also found yourself feeling guilty. You knew you liked Jacob, there wasn’t a single doubt about it. There was a clear connection between you that felt so natural, felt so right. But a lot of times, your mind also went back to Edward. The feeling of his cold hands on your face that day was something you couldn’t forget. He was like a constant presence that loomed in the back of your mind and the very tip of your heart. You had to see him again.

“You okay?” Bella asked, placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. You squeeze the warm mug of hot chocolate in your hand, curling it close to your body. The days were growing colder but you still enjoyed sitting on your porch, watching the bright colored leaves fall from the trees. Sighing, you give her a half smile as you nod.

“I’m okay it’s just..” you trail off, nibbling at your bottom lip as you turn to face her, crossing your legs on the couch. “What do you know about Edward Cullen? I know you mentioned that you’re dating his sister.” you asked. She quirked a brow, staring at you. You squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze.

“Where is this coming from? You’ve never mentioned him before.” she says, an amusement in her tone. You look down at your lap, setting your mug down on the table to your side.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just, I met him a few days after I moved here and I can’t stop thinking about him. With Jacob out patrolling with his pack the past week, it’s given my mind more freedom to wander.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly. “I just feel so guilty, I really like Jacob but…”

“Hey, why don’t you come over with me to the Cullen’s place tonight? I was going to go over there anyways, maybe then you’ll know if it’s just a crush or a passing thing.” she suggested, rubbing your arm affectionately. You play with your rings for a moment before agreeing.

“It couldn’t hurt. Plus, I’m not doing myself any favors pouting in my room about not being able to see Jake.” the two of you had been texting in his absence but, it wasn’t as good as having the real thing there with you. “I’m going to need to change first because this,” you point at yourself, motioning to your baggy sweatpants, sweatshirt, and bunny slippers, “Isn’t doing me any favors.” you and Bella share a laugh as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re so extra sometimes. It’s not like you’re meeting the pope.” you gasp at the accusation, hopping up from the couch.

“Meeting a house full of vampires is a huge deal, Bells! The better I look the less likely they are to wanna drink my oh so rare and delicious witchy blood! Or at least I hope.” You grab her hand, dragging her into the house and up the stairs. “I promise it won’t take long! Just an hour…or two.”

“Or two?!”

An hour and a half later, you and Bella are hopping out of her red truck. You pull your cardigan closer to yourself, priming your appearance in the reflection on the body of the vehicle. As the two of you approach the door, a blonde man opens the door. He smiles at Bella before smiling at you too. He extends a hand which you shake.

“Carlisle Cullen. I work with your father down at the hospital.” he explains, you nod along searching for words to say.

“Nice to meet you. Dad says you’re great at what you do.” you compliment.

“That’s great to hear. In all my years, I’ve never seen someone as great and passionate about what they do. He’s got me beat for sure.” he responds humbly. You can tell he’s a very kind and composed man. You hope you can say the same for the rest of his family. Carlisle opens the door wider, stepping to the side for the two of you to enter.

A brunette woman comes down the stairs. She sniffs the air before letting out a pleasured sigh. “A witch. I haven’t smelled one of those in years. My goodness that is divine.” she says before walking towards you. You freeze, going to lift your hand in case she decides to attack you. However, she doesn’t. Instead, she gives you a quick hug before releasing you. “I’m Esme, Carlisle’s wife. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Finally? Before you can ask what she means, a blur runs up to you hugging you in a much more intense fashion. You feel like your bones are gonna snap before she releases you. She has a soft grip on your shoulders as she smiles at you full of glee.

“You’re the girl!” she squeals out excitedly.

“Um, I’m sorry?” you ask confused. A set of approaching footsteps catches your attention. Your heart flutters at the sight of Edward, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He gives you a once over before your eyes lock on each other.

“That’s Alice. She can see the future.” he states. You nod before turning back towards Alice who’s still looking at you with excitement.

“I saw you coming before you were even in town!” you nod, understanding her former words now. Her eyes grow distant as if she’s seeing something before she stumbles back a bit. She looks from you, to the necklace Jacob had given you around your neck, and back to Edward again. “You’re going to have your hands quite full!” with that she runs from you over to Bella. You watch as she lifts her, spinning her in the air as she gives her a loving kiss. She then leans down to her ear whispering something. Bella���s eyes grow wide as she looks at you before turning her attention back to Alice.

Edward grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. “I’m sure they’re going to be like that for a while. Would you like a tour?” he asks. You nod, playing with your fingers shyly.

“I’d like that.”

As your tour concludes, you end up in the entrance to Edward’s room. The shelves are lined with CDs. A lot of them are classical ones but a few of them are some names you recognize. You pick up Favorite Worst Nightmare by the Arctic Monkeys, removing it from its case before popping it into the player. You turn around at the sound of Edward closing the door. He motions for you to sit on the chase in the room and as you do, he sits with you.

“Your house is beautiful by the way. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to get a wink with all the windows but…I guess that isn’t an issue for you. Sorry, is that offensive? I didn’t mean it lik-” he squeezes your thigh gently and you stop rambling. He smiles softly, shaking his head.

“You’ve been doing your research clearly. Don’t worry, you couldn’t offend me even if you tried. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” he says, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek. Your eyes flutter close for a moment before opening as he begins to speak again. “I’ve been thinking about you all month. I wanted to come and see you again but anytime I got close to your house, there was the overwhelming stench of dog.” he says, his nose twisting up at the thought. “Not even your scent could mask it.” you look down at your chest, playing with the wolf pendant around your neck. You miss how he looks at it in disdain.

“Jacob’s nice, you know. I think you guys could be friends even if there wasn’t a natural hatred between the two of you.” you explain, looking back up at him. “A-and the feeling is mutual. I’ve been thinking about you more than I’d like to admit.” he scoots closer to you, a smirk present on his face.

“Why don’t you embrace it? Clearly something is drawing us closer to one another. I think that’s a beautiful thing.” he mutters. His face slowly inches closer and closer. He brushes some of your hair. Your heart thumps wildly in nerves and anticipation. You think he’s going to kiss you until he places a kiss on your cheek instead. Goosebumps trail up and down along your spine. “Relax, I’m not going to steal your first kiss from you. At least not yet.” he whispers in your ear before pulling back to look at your face. You splutter a bit as he chuckles.

“That is so not funny!” you exclaim, swatting him in the chest. He’s got a smug grin on his face, revealing his sharp canines.

“No. But, you’re very cute when you’re nervous.” flipping him off, you lean your back onto the cold glass of the window, attempting to cool yourself down. He watches you, grabbing one of your hands. You don’t pull it away, allowing him to hold it. You let out a faux cough, looking away from him as you turn your eyes back to the cds in front of you.

“So, you like music? I see most of it classical aside from a few albums. Is that by choice or lack of knowledge?” you question, turning your attention back to him.

“A bit of both. I’ve tried branching out before, it’s just kind of hard to find things I enjoy with how vast music is now.” he explains. You hum, nodding.

“You know, I could burn you a few tapes. Since you seem adverse to the world of modern technology.” you tease. He rolls his eyes.

“I’m not adverse to it. Music just always sounds better on tape. The vocals are much richer and you can truly hear the tones.” Only Ones Who Know comes on. It was always one of your favorites off the album. You sway a bit, mouthing the lyrics to it. Edward stands up, offering you a hand. You shake your head.

“Nu uh, no way.” he ignores your protest, yanking you up. You trip a bit, stabling your hands on his shoulders. Reluctantly, you begin to sway in sync with him. It’s a very simplified waltz as he spins you around slowly, dipping you down. Your foreheads are pressed together before he puts you back up right. He holds your hand up and you reluctantly spin, laughing as you fall forward into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you there, your hands pressed against his chest. It’s as if time freezes as the two of you stand there. You’ve been there for a while, the last track on the album playing.

“Alice is thinking of asking Bella to stay the night. Would you allow me the honor of taking you home?” Edward asks hopefully, pulling back to look at you. You pretend to think on it for a long time as he shakes you gently.

“Alright, alright! Yes, you can take me home. Which car is- woah!” you shout as he swings you onto his back at a super human speed before jumping out of the window on the far side. “Holy shit can you warn a girl next time?!”

“So there will be a next time then?” his tone is laced with playfulness as he runs through the trees. 

“That is so not the point here!”

As you arrive at the back of your house, Edward jumps with you onto the balcony. You hop off his back, facing him as you back away towards the door. You lean against it as he rest against the railing.

“Tonight was fun. I hope we can hang out like this again soon.” you say, staring down at your boots. Edward rushes forward, tilting your chin up with a finger. He’s got the same dopey smile on his face that’s barely left it all night.

“We will. Your dad is planning on asking mine if he wants to come over for the big game this Friday. But, I’d like to see you again before that.” he says. You wrap your hand around his, laying it on top of your cheek.

“I’d like that.” you purr out. He squeezes your cheek before hopping off the balcony only to return with a daisy. He tucks it behind your ear, winking before running off once more into the night. You hear your phone ping in your pocket. Taking it out you see a notification from Edward.

Edward 🦇: Put my number in your phone before I left. It was a pleasure seeing you again. I hope your dreams are filled with me because my thoughts will be occupied by you.

(Y/n): You’ve made an appearance in them from time to time but mostly it’s just cute animals. And being naked in my old high school...

You change into your pajamas before flopping on the bed, screaming into your pillow. If anything, tonight just made things more complicated. There wasn’t a doubt about how you felt for either of them. You had a romantic interest in both of them. It wasn’t love yet but with the way things were going, you knew it was heading there, regardless of if you asked your heart to stop.

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[evolnoomym]

I’m your Ghost 🔆

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist | Support me |

Summary: You keep seeing the same guy at a cafe. You want to help him figure out what to do. Help him and yourself to move on.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 0.7 k

Authors note: I scrolled on Pinterest recently, came across this picture and got inspired. I highly recommend listening to “Spring 1 - 2012” by Max Richter and also “Jacob and the Stone” by Emile Mosseri while reading this. 🔆

Warnings: this is angsty, tlou 2 spoilers perhaps, reader has hair, allusions to smut (tell me if I missed anything)

Big thank you to @saradika-graphics @cafekitsune and @xurengu0 for the dividers💛

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. Also this is not beta read or heavily edited. You are always welcome to talk with me about my writing. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🫶🏻

He’s always here, the same table, sitting on exactly the same chair, wearing that goddamn green flannel shirt, drinking a black coffee and staring out at the same sunset.

Usually you just sit down somewhere nearby and watch him. Whenever you look closer you can see that his eyes are glassy and his lip is quivering. He’s scared, lost and uncertain of what he should do.

Sometimes you selfishly wish he would just be gone, seeing him again and again hurts. You never approach him, afraid of how he might react. What if he doesn’t remember who you are? What if he evaporates the moment you get too close?

Today though you finally have the courage to talk with him. Of course you wish you could tie his soul to this imaginary fairytale place but he’s not happy and you know what is the right thing to do. So you walk up to his table and even when you stand just an arms length away from him there’s no acknowledgment or anything. He just stares out on to the open water, which shimmers golden in the late afternoon sun and there’s not a cloud in sight. Heavenly.

You sink down into the chair opposite him, that’s when you finally catch his attention. It’s been so long since you’ve seen his beautiful face this close. The golden hues of the sun make him look so angelic, he is your Angel.

Those curls tugged behind his ear, the ones you used to play with whenever he pulled you into his lap. Deep brown orbs that you fell in love with so incredibly quickly. His signature strong curved nose that brought you great pleasure all those times he went down on you. His plush lips, that mustache which always tickled when you kissed him. You loved kissing him, every chance you got your lips were attached to his. Big hands that you can still feel gripping your waist, sliding down your back to squeeze your butt, stroking through your hair and massaging your back when the pain flared up. Joel was utterly perfect in his own unique way.

You must’ve been silently sitting there for minutes so he’s the first to break the silence.

“Why are you cryin princess?”

You didn’t even notice the tears, immediately starting to wipe down your cheeks to get rid of the moisture.

“I miss you Joel,”

Joel Miller, your boyfriend, he’s the one you see here in this little beach side cafe again and again. Every night you go to sleep and wake up here in the cafe.

“, I feel as if I’m going insane.”

He appears confused and smiles.

“You see me every day baby, how can ya miss me?”

Does he not know what happened? Is he pretending to keep you from spiraling by ignoring the obvious?

“Joel, why are you still here?”

“ ‘cause ya need me, Ellie needs me and Tommy needs me.”

Joel’s smile is slowly turning into a frown.

“Who’s gonna take care of Ellie, huh?”

“Ellie has Dina, Tommy is there too and so am I. I know you are worried but we will take care of each other, always.”

You grip his hands that are placed in tight fists on the table. Stroking over the back of his hands like you did whenever he couldn’t calm his racing thoughts.

“Joel, you should go. Believe me I wish you could just stay, but this is not right.”

He’s about to open his mouth to argue when a cheery, light, sweet and girlie giggle fills the room. Joel’s eyes fill with fresh tears, he recognizes the giggle anywhere and so do you. In all those years you got to enjoy with Joel he told you many stories about his first baby, Sarah. How bubbly she was, so full of love and happiness.

“Sarah is waiting for her daddy to come home, don’t make her wait any longer. It’s okay to let go Joel.”

As you say this your hands let go of his and you get up.

“I’ll find you again when it’s time Joel, that’s a promise.”

One last look before you turn and walk away, leaving the man you loved.

You wake up in the bed Joel and you shared, facing his side hand placed where he would lay. The sun is shining in through the window, birds chirps outside and somehow you feel a bit lighter. He’s not entirely gone, you can still feel him here, but he’s not scared anymore. He found his peace and so can you now.

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[devilat-thedoor]

Smile Pretty 2

A/N: it’s been quite some time since i put anything out. and i know this probably isn’t what most people are hoping for from me, but i simply couldn’t stop thinking about this. (half credit to my sun, liana fr, because she multiplies my brainpower by 76000000. so. HUUUUUGE shoutout to @stardustvanfleet and @jakesguitarsolo for being my favorite people ever and offering a never ending stream of jake thoughts. i love you both endlessly and you don’t even understand how much i appreciate you🩵

Word Count: 4.2k

Jake x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Oral[f rec], Unprotected Sex, Spit, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Power struggle???, a bit of praise, teensy bit of cumplay, Camera Use, very light impact play) if there was anything i may have missed, please do not hesitate to tell me!

Making your way down the corridor, you watched the room numbers as you went, searching for 623. Tour had started a month ago and you hadn’t seen Jake since the day he left; you were supposed to visit him a week ago, but your work schedule got messed up and you couldn’t make the trip. He was disappointed and you swore you’d make it up to him, but what he didn’t know is that you’d already arranged new plans and, with Josh’s help, you were currently strolling down the hallway of their hotel to surprise your boyfriend. You stopped in front of his door, flipping the keycard through your fingers and shaking out your nerves. Holding the card up to the reader, you paused, leaning in to press your ear against the door. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth at what you were hearing; a series of grunts and groans that were unmistakably Jake’s…but there were other sounds too. More moans, quieter than his, but they were feminine. He’s watching porn?

You pressed the keycard to the door and listened to the confirming beeps before pushing it open. Jake was shifting fast, all but tossing his phone across the room as he yanked a pillow over his legs to cover the evidence of whatever he was doing. “Goddammit, Josh. Just because you have the extra key doesn’t mean- Shit…” His eyes went wide when you stepped into his view.

“Surprise…” You couldn’t hide the smirk on your lips as he gazed at you like a kid caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Closing the door, you dropped your bag to the floor and took a few steps toward the bed, “Did I interrupt something, baby?” You stopped when your knees hit the edge of the mattress and crossed your arms over your chest to stare at him with an eyebrow raised.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before taking a second to swallow back the odd anxiety that seemed to rise in him. “I’m just…surprised…to see you. Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? I- uhhh. I would’ve planned for dinner or something.” He was slowly sitting up straighter but the pillow remained in his lap. “Actually, dinner sounds great, I’m sure we can find something quick…Can you- I should grab a quick shower before we go…Will you start the water for me, babe?” You would’ve gone along with Jake’s poor attempt at a subject change had he not kept glancing at his phone, laying face down at the bottom of the bed. He watched your head turn slowly, your eyes landing on the device as you chewed on your lip, and tried to bring your attention back to him. “Hey! Danny said something about a great Mexican place not too far from here… Supposedly they have, like, award winn…ing…” His voice trailed off as you mindlessly nodded your head, your arms falling to your side.

“Uh huh…” You lunged for his phone and he tried to snatch it up before you but it was too late. Your fingers curled around it and you rolled off of the bed and scurried across the room, “What were you watching, Jake?” You illuminated the screen and typed his passcode in as he clambered out of the bed, trying desperately to tuck away the obvious tent in his tight boxers. “Everybody watches porn, Jacob. Why are you being so secretive? Is it like- OH GOD… Is it kinky shit?” You chuckled as the screen opened up to whatever he was watching and you clicked the play button.

“Babe, let me just-.” He reached for the phone but you held your finger up and twisted out of his reach.

You were speechless as you tried to comprehend what you were watching. “Oh…Oh…” Met with an image that you were quite familiar with, you glanced at Jake and back to the phone. It was the little film project that you two had made before he left and you’d almost forgotten about it until now. “Jake-.”

He cut you off, reaching for the phone again, “Okay, just shut it off.” A huff of frustration escaped him when you ducked beneath his arm and moved to the opposite side of the room. “C’mon. Would you just- turn it off, babe.” He was coming after you again, but you stayed planted in place, your eyes glued to the screen as a grin stretched over your face.

“No… I haven’t even got to watch this yet. How many times have you watched it?” You met him with an accusatory expression and he dropped his gaze to the floor. “...thought so… Let’s watch together.” You shrugged as you kicked your shoes off and climbed onto the bed, resting against the headboard. When he didn’t follow suit, you paused the video and patted the space beside you that he was occupying when you’d arrived. “Come on. We made it together, we can watch it together…Baby, come sit down and watch the fucking sex tape with me.” You whined through your giggles as you tapped the bed again.

Jake finally relented, heaving out a sigh, and climbed onto the bed to settle in alongside you. “You don’t think it’s weird to sit and watch ourselves fuck?” He took the phone from your hand and scrolled the bar the whole way to the beginning before looking at you.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “I think you’re being weird… What was the point of making it if we weren’t gonna- Wait. Do you just…not want me to watch it? Because you obviously have… More than once.” You turned to face him completely, awaiting a response.

“I like watching you, angel…” He spoke genuinely, grasping your hand in his. “No cliche porno could ever compare to what you do. So yeah… I’ve watched it a few times.”

You could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks at his admission. “Baby….” Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, dragging a hand along his thigh. He was leaning further into you, anticipating the path that your fingers were taking, but you stopped before they could reach his boxers and pulled back from the kiss with a teasing smirk. “Press play, Jake.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he let out a frustrated huff before complying with your request. Snuggling in closer to your boyfriend, you viewed quietly, watching yourself on the screen as you strutted towards the camera, peeling your robe off. “Wow…my tits look fucking great.” Jake had a hand resting on your leg, giving a gentle squeeze in agreement to your statement. You bit down on your lip at his dialogue in the video as you smiled up at the lens and began to stroke him, “You’re never that bold when we’re just having sex…” It was a thought that tumbled from your lips and made him turn to you.

“What does that even mean? I’m not bold?” He paused the video and put his phone on the nightstand. “I’m fucking bold… Don’t act like I don’t make you cum every time we fuck, you know I do.”

You took notice of how he began to breathe a little harder as a note of irritation radiated from him. “Baby, that’s not what I’m saying… I just mean that-.” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to explain what you meant, when an idea struck you. “I don’t know, Jake. I mean, yeah… The sex is always good, don’t get me wrong, but-.”

He cut you off abruptly, “But what?” He watched you bite your lips together with a shrug and he stood from the bed, “No. What the fuck were you gonna say? The sex is always good, but what?” Jake was growing more irritated with each second of silence that passed but you were keen to the stiff bulge in his boxers and decided to press a little harder.

“It’s just kind of…boring. Or- What’s the word they use? Vanilla.” It took everything in you to keep your laughter down as his eyes practically turned red. “Jake. Baby, it’s fine… I don’t need exciting sex.” You climbed off of the bed then, turning your back to him with the fear that you wouldn’t be able to keep up your act, “The way you do things is…alright…I guess.” When you turned around to look at him again, he was fuming. You had him right where you wanted him and a flood of arousal rushed to your panties at the dark expression he wore. His nostrils were flaring, chest rising and falling rapidly with angry huffs, but he remained quiet. “Uhh. I have to pee.” You offered him an innocent smile before scurrying into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. The look on his face was one that you didn’t see very often but knew very well and it made you clench your thighs together in need. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you tried to prepare for what could happen when you eventually walked out of the bathroom. Would he be angry with you and give you the silent treatment? Or… Would he try to prove you wrong? You knew Jake was nowhere near vanilla, but teasing him was always the fastest route to the best sex with him. But…did you take it too far this time?

You took one last steadying breath and unlocked the door to step out of the bathroom. With no time to register what was happening, Jake had his hand loosely wrapped around your throat with your back pinned to the wall, an amused smirk on his face at the way you gasped in surprise. “You think you’re so goddamn smart, huh?” He leaned in close, his nose pressing into your cheek as he dropped his voice to a whisper, “If you wanted me to treat you like a whore, no-… My sweet little cumslut, right?” He chuckled condescendingly as you whimpered at his degrading names, squeezing your legs tighter. “Ask nicely, angel… You don’t have to be a fucking brat to get what you want, understand?” Releasing your throat, he watched as you nodded your head obediently. “Good girl… Take your clothes off and put your palms flat on the mattress.”

Complying immediately, you shredded every piece of fabric from your body and paused to look at him, “Jake, I-.” You shut your mouth when he shook his head silently and pointed towards the bed. Making the short walk, you were vibrating with anticipation at what was about to come. You could feel Jake getting closer as you bent down, placing your palms atop the warm duvet. His hand was on your ass in an instant, ghosting up over your spine and back down to caress your thigh before settling on your lower back. Everything was still for a moment and you almost opened your mouth to question until his free hand came down hard on your asscheek. “Fuck!” You cried out, mostly from the shock of it, but there was a slight sting left in the wake of his palm.

“So you think I’m vanilla?” He was rubbing his hand up and down your inner thigh when you began to stutter out an answer, but his touch left you at loss, unable to utter a response, and that wasn’t good enough for him. Jake reeled his hand back, delivering another slap; this time to the spot he was just pampering. “Words, angel. Use them.” He paused for a moment to admire the way you began panting and shifting your weight back and forth between your feet. “Tell me again about how boring I am.”

A shiver rippled through your body as he bent down to whisper in your ear, but you managed to keep a small bit of composure. “I- I don’t know, Jake… There’s just…a lack of excitement…” You swallowed the lump in your throat and tilted your head to look at him.

“A lack of excitement, huh?” He was grinning wide as he straightened back up and exited your line of sight. “See… now I know you’re lying-” He disappeared suddenly; his touch gone, you couldn’t see him in your peripherals. Just as you began to say his name, you felt him. His large hands gripping your ass and thighs to slip a thumb through your slick folds. “-because if there’s no excitement, your pussy wouldn’t be dripping like this.” 

“Jake, please…” You weren’t entirely sure what you were pleading for but you couldn’t stop. “Please don’t tease me… I missed you so fucking much.” You were whining as you pushed back against his hands.

Jake chuckled, clearly amused at your desperation, “Needy little thing… What do you want from me, sweet girl?” His voice was saccharine sweet, tinged with a bit of something else. Mischief, maybe?

You contemplated begging on your hands and knees until a better idea struck you. “Well, baby… Prove to me just how bold you can be.”

A low growl rumbled out from behind you, the sound echoing through the room. “Yeah, I’ll fucking show you…” His hand weaved through your hair, grabbing a healthy fistful as he pulled you up from the bed. You could feel the heat emanating from him as he held your back flush against his chest to speak, “Let’s see if you can keep up, angel.” In a flash, he was shoving you back down, making sure your chest was pressed into the mattress before he released you. He knelt down behind you, spreading you open to spit directly onto you. The feeling of his spit dripping from your cunt made you shudder but he didn’t give you much time to process as he burrowed his face between your thighs. Jake’s tongue lashed rapidly at your clit before he tightened his lips around the bud.

“Jesus, Jake! Wh- Fuck…” You clawed at the fluffy, white comforter, crying out shamelessly as he devoured you. It didn’t take long for your legs to begin trembling at the way his tongue slipped through your folds and his nose nudged your entrance. You were toeing the edge of a cliff, awaiting your fall with one final push from him, “Don’t stop… Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jacob. I- Oh God, please! I’m g-. What the hell, Jake!” You whipped around to glare at him, your chest heaving and knees weak, but he was standing up from the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He was grinning wide, showcasing his perfect teeth, when you stood straight to meet him face to face. Just as you started to scold him, he gripped your jaw, smashing his lips against your own and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he broke the kiss, he spun you back around, pressing his covered erection against your ass, “You thought I was gonna let you cum that quick? After all the shit you talked?” He cackled loud and the sound lit a new kind of fire in your blood. Jake was sure he had you at his mercy and you used that to your advantage, forcing out a weak whimper. “Awwe… don’t whine, baby… If you want something, all you have to do is tell me. Use your words. Remember?” He was sliding his boxers off as he spoke.

You could hear the smirk in his tone and that’s when you made your move. Faster than the speed of light, you whipped around, catching Jake by his throat, and flipped him onto the bed. It was clear he was caught off guard by the way he began to stammer. You pulled the boxers from his ankles before crawling over him, “What’s the matter, Jakey baby? Did you forget how to use your words?” Giggling at his scowl, you sat on his chest, keeping his arms pinned beneath your knees. “I think it was a little rude, that stunt you pulled before… Don’t you think?” You kept your voice sweet, pouting your lip at him.

“I think you deserved it.”

“Hmm… I see.” You scooted further up his torso, making sure he couldn’t wiggle his arms out from under you. “How about you make me cum with that mouth that you love to run so much…and maybe I’ll see if you deserve a reward afterwards, hmm?”

Jake cocked an eyebrow at you in challenge, “Sure, angel… Won’t take too long anyways.”

The look he was giving you made butterflies erupt in your stomach as you began to settle over his mouth, slowly lowering yourself. “If you say s- SHIT!” The second his tongue made contact with your sensitive clit, your eyes were rolling. You gripped tightly onto his hair as you started to rock against his face, “Oh- Oh fuck…” There was no doubt that he knew exactly how to use his mouth and that was evident by the way he had you quickly unraveling atop of him. You tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but Jake had managed to slip himself lower so that his tongue was prodding at your entrance. He groaned into your cunt before he began thrashing his head back and forth, his nose flicking repeatedly over your clit. “Jake, I- I’m-...” Your words trailed off into a series of moans as your legs started to shake and close around his head. He didn’t slow down in the slightest and if his hands were free, he’d have you pinned down to his mouth, making sure he got every bit of your orgasm out of you before you could move… But he wasn’t in control and once the overstimulation hit, you scrambled off of his face and sat back on his chest as you fought to catch a breath.

He rubbed his palms up and down your thighs to try to stop their trembling. The touch was so sweet and affectionate, but the moment didn’t last long. “How about you quit pretending like you’re holding the reins and let me take over again, beautiful?”

“Baby, if you want the reins, you gotta take ‘em.” You flashed him a sickeningly sweet smile and when he began to respond, you reached behind you to wrap your hand around his stiff cock. Holding eye contact with him, you started to stroke him slowly, eliciting a deep groan from the back of his throat. “I’m sorry, Jake… Were you gonna say something?” Everytime he opened his mouth, you squeezed him a little tighter to make his breath catch. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He was glaring up at you as you removed your hand to maneuver your body over his throbbing length. “And you said I love to run my mouth? You’re a goddamn tease.”

Your hand shot out to grasp his jaw, “I may be a tease, but I always give you what you want in the end, don’t I?” As your sentiment concluded, you sunk onto him; your mouth hung open and Jake subconsciously mimicked your expression as he held onto your waist. Once he was buried completely inside of you, your head dropped back, “Hmm… so fucking thick, baby…” After a moment of adjustment, you leaned down to peck his lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth with a moan and pulling before allowing it to snap back.

He stared at the point where your bodies connected as you raised slowly and dropped back down. “Ride it like you fucking own it, angel.” Jake commanded through husky breaths and the sound of his voice made you clench around him. Anchoring your hands on his chest, you took his words to heart and began bouncing, adding a slight twirl to your hips with every drop. “There you go- fuuuuck. Just like that…” He slid his hands from your waist to grab a handful of your ass before resting them at your hips.

The sound of your skin smacking together echoed off the walls, only overshadowed by Jake’s husky groans and your heavy breaths, as you rode him. You were focused on his face, the look of pure ecstasy he wore as his eyes continuously fluttered shut, “You like that, Jakey?” Slowing your movements, you opted for a change. Leaning back, you placed your hands on his thighs behind you for leverage and started to rock against him. When his mouth dropped open and he began bucking up into you, a smile formed on your face. “You like when I fuck you like this, Jake?” Your voice was sultry and low, “When I claim your fat cock like this, hmm?”

Just as you found a steady rhythm, his grasp on your hips tightened and he flipped you off of him to quickly climb over you. “Such a mouthy little whore, huh?” He moved so fast that you didn’t stand a chance in fighting for your dominance. He had your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned down, effectively pressing your knees into your chest, “You just got too goddamn cocky…” Jake slammed back into you, filling you up entirely as you cried out and grabbed blindly at his arms and clamped your eyes shut. He immediately grabbed your chin with one hand while he cupped your cheek with the other, “Nuh uh. Open those eyes and fucking look at me… I wanna make sure you know who makes you fucking cum like this, angel.” His thrusts were unrelenting, hitting the sweetest spot inside of you, and when you finally managed to pry your eyes open to stare into his large brown ones, he drew his hips back and dove back in with an impossibly deep stroke.

“J- fuck. Jaaake….” His name clambered out of your mouth in a mess of broken whimpers as your legs began to shake around his head. “Oh my God! FUCK, Jake!” Your nails dug deep into his forearms as he held your head steady and continued pounding into you, fucking you through your second climax.

“That’s it, sweet girl… Say it again. Let everyone know who makes your pussy cry, angel…” He gave a short, condescending chuckle as you breathlessly muttered his name for a third time. “That’s my good girl…” Suddenly he pulled out, letting your legs down, and turned you over onto your stomach. You were too dazed, stuck in a fucked-out fog, to question. But he slipped back into you to chase his own release, “You want me to fill this sweet cunt, pretty girl?”

You could feel your eyes going crossed as you clawed at the thick comforter beneath you, “Yes- fuck…” The pressure was building again, faster than the last two times and you began to beg, “Please, Jake… I want it, baby… Need you so fucking- bad.” Your moans were growing louder and drawing him closer to the brink.

He pressed a palm flat to your back to pin you against the mattress and fucked into you with hard, punctuated thrusts. “You want it, angel? I’ll fucking give it to you… Sounds so pretty when you beg for my cum.” His voice was strangled, groans vibrating from somewhere within his chest and you offered one last plea that sent him over the edge. Jake buried himself deep, a single ‘oh fuck’ leaving his lips before you felt him empty his sticky release inside of you, the feeling bringing you to a third and final orgasm. He was hunched over your back for a moment as he caught his breath, but when he finally pulled out, he flipped you back over and pushed your legs apart. Watching him through droopy, exhausted eyes, you heard him click his tongue a few times before he was dragging a finger over your folds, your body shivering at the contact. “Fucking begged for it and the little cumslut can’t even hold it all in… Feels a little disrespectful to waste, hmm?” He pondered to himself as he gathered his dripping seed with two fingers and pushed it back into your pussy. The overstimulation had you trying to squeeze your legs shut, but it didn’t stop him from finger fucking his cum back into you, “Aht… Almost done, angel…” When he removed his digits, he held them up to your mouth and you welcomed them happily, lapping the mix of release from them.

He finally collapsed beside you, allowing you to roll over and cuddle against him with a lazy smile, “Okay, I take it back, baby… You’re pretty fucking bold. Jesus Christ, that was…” You trailed off, giving him a soft kiss.

His hand rubbed gently up and down your back as a cocky grin began to stretch across his face. He pointed behind you, “Thank you, beautiful… but can you say that one more time to the camera?” You lifted your head to see his phone set up against the lamp on the nightstand. “Or that one…” He pointed to the dresser on the opposite side of the room where he had your phone set up to capture a different angle.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sat up to glare at him, trying to hide your own grin.

He simply shrugged, “Now you can watch it as much as I will.” Jake wiggled his eyebrows before pulling back down for another kiss.

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[prettypinkporkchop]

Makeup sex

Paul Lahote x fem!reader

Summary: breaking dawn era, you support Jacob and the Cullens. Paul has been angry with you. You two get in a fight but then it's fixed.

Warning: smut

You look down at your fumbling hands that play on your lap. You don't want to look up at your imprint that sits across the table from you.

"Like, are you trying to be stupid?!" Paul screams.

"Paul!" Quil yells.

"Butt out." He spits at Quil.

"Paul, leave. Now. Y/n you stay." Sam orders. He ordered you as if you're a wolf in his pack. You're not, but you find this super fatherly like and funny. But now's not the time to laugh.

Paul storms out of the house. As soon as the door shuts, you refuse to look up at Quil, Sam, Emily, and Brady.

These three wolves caught you trying to talk with the Cullens about the whole Renesmee situation. You are on the Cullen's side. They all know this, but as an imprint, you follow the rules to stay out of the way. You didn't.

You simply went there while the Black pack was there to give them your support. You didn't do anything wrong. You just gave cookies to the wolves and told everyone however this ends, you hope all is well.

"Sorry, I'm going to go home." You sniffle.

"Let me take you." Quil offers.

Sam nods his head in agreement. You can't say no because you know Paul would get even more mad at you if you walk.

You get home and crawl into bed. The bed you and Paul share. It smells like him. You can't believe he was so mean to you like that. He has been lately, and you know it's because of the situation out there. But he shouldn't take it out on you. It's hurting you.

You end up slowly falling asleep. You have a nightmare. You're being attacked by a bunch of wolves.

"Baby." Paul shakes your shoulder.

You scream and jump up. You breathe heavy and Paul wraps you up in his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You say dryly and shove him off of you.

He grabs onto you again, holding you tighter. "Don't push me away like that." He says, seeming hurt.

"You're an asshole." Your tone is a bit loud.

He let's you go and stands up. "Why? Because my pack fell apart? My fiance isn't on my side of this? You left this territory to support them without telling me? Yeah, you think I'd be happy and cheery lucky with all of this?!" He screams.

You look up at him and let a tear slip. "I'm sorry for making things worse for you. I'm not trying to." You look forward and think for a second. "Maybe I should just go stay somewhere until this all blows over. I don't want to stress you out even more." You stand up.

Paul gently grabs the top of your throat, his fingers on your chin, pulling your face toward his. "Don't you ever talk like that. You're my love, and I can't let you go." He growls.

You love when he manhandles you like this. His hand right there is your favorite. He knows this.

"Do you still love me?" You ask him.

"I never stopped. I will love you until I'm dead."

His lips are so close to yours. You feel them slightly touching yours. You close your eyes and breathe out. Your heart pounding with excitement, anger, and hurt all at once. You know exactly what is about to happen. How this man is going to make it up to you.

He senses your wanting, and let's go your neck. He takes off your shirt and then your bra within seconds. His lips smash onto your neck. You moan at the feeling and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his teeth bite you, causing you to gasp.

He pushes you back on the bed and pulls off your bottoms. His eyes scan your body.

"I'm so lucky you're mine." He says before dipping down, getting in between your legs and kissing you.

You kiss him back, grabbing at his hair and pulling. You push your body against his and get a sensation of his bulge through his shorts. You groan, "off," against his lips.

He chuckles, still kissing you. He unbuttons them and pulls them off. He pulls away, grabbing your wrists in one hand and pinning them down. "Do you still love me?" He asks.

"Yes." Your chest moves quickly as you breathe.

"Then be a good girl for me."

His words make you nearly pass away. Without warning, he slams into you.

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Paul lays on his stomach, his arms under his head that's turned to the other side. You sit up on one elbow and move your finger along his bare back.

You spell out words, and he guesses them. But you can tell he's falling asleep.

"What'd that say?" You ask, running your fingers down his back.

"I love you, too." He mumbles, responding to the I love you you traced on his shoulder blade.

[deadqueerboys]

Umm… sorry… Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo with a M!reader who likes to cook/bake and is pretty good at it. Like “why eat out when your food is better”

Holy shit that's a lot of ppl 😳

A lot of people x male! Reader

SFW UNDER THE CUT

Dream

He's your number one helper. He loves to cut the things for you while you cook. He does everything you say. Dream loves to eat your food, and how his mom always cooks for him, he's already used to help. He loves to be cute and clingy while you're cooking, hugging your waist and kissing the back of your neck. He's a chill person, so he doesn't mind doing the main stuff like breaking the eggs and putting the milk on the cup while you're mixing the food. He loves it when you cook pancakes and pasta, and he also enjoys when you make salty steak, it's one of his favorite.

He tries to cook by himself sometimes, which ends up in you cleaning everything and him saying sorry for almost putting fire in the kitchen. While you're cooking or cleaning, he just sits on a chair, smiling at you. He's like a big puppy, doing everything to make things easier to you. He buys you the best things he can find, the best ingredients, and the best pans. He's awkwardly trying to impress you, but it's easier if you do everything and he just help with the small things.

George

He's a great helper. He knows almost everything about cooking, but he never cooks by himself. George eats everything you give to him. it doesn't matter if he likes it or not. He will eat just because you made it. He likes it when you cook him a cake, for something special like his birthday or some random commemoration. He loves to watch you cooking, he finds it interesting. He's such a sweet person when it comes to talking about your interests, so he learns some stuff about cooking, like how to do cookies or pies.

He definitely does rather eat with you than eat out. He likes your food better. He thinks it's because of your passion or the fact that he knows the ingredients, maybe a mix of the two. George likes to watch you, he doesn't touch you or move around, he just stays in place and watches you. He likes it when you ask him to taste the food to see if it's okay of salt or pepper. He always enjoys having a preview of what he's going to eat later.

Sapnap

Let's say he's not the best at cooking, so he always liked to see you from far away. He eats practically everything you do, especially if it's something sweet. He's not a big fan of some stuff you do, but he shuts up and eats it just so he can see your smile. Sure, it never tastes bad. It actually tastes pretty good, so he doesn't have any argument to be against you. Once in a week, he likes to choose what the dinner will be. In the other days are what you want or what the boys want. Dream is also your biggest fan, and he helps you buy the stuff, what causes Sapnap to be jealous.

He's a good teaser, though. He brings you close or sits you on his lap when you get away from the pans. Sapnap puts his hand under your shirt as he hugs you, only when the food is done so he can kiss you before he eats whatever you make. He knows it's weird, but he always compares you to those guys on tiktok who make food shirtless. He secretly wishes you to do it too.

Karl Jacobs

Karl has a complicated relationship with food, so he only started eating well when you cooked for him. You both did the things pretty quickly, dating only a few weeks before moving to live together. You always had to pay attention to his actions, and he loves to help you since he got better. He knows it's a little gay, but he enjoys cooking with you while hugging each other. He puts his arms around while you're cutting the carrots and the onions to make food for him. He can't help but fall in love harder for you since you started to do some stuff for him.

He's so kind and lovely, putting everything to the side just to see you doing something for him. You already did a lot of challenges of cooking and especially cooking for his friends while they are busy recording for some video. He finds you so handsome and cute while you're cooking, but he can't help but touch you. He can't take his hands out of you. When you go to clean your hands, he even does it for you, caressing his hands against yours and putting some soap on it.

Wilbur Soot

Will eat everything you do. ANYTHING! He didn't know how to cook, just some basic stuff like making mac and cheese or pasta with tomato sauce. He really doesn't enjoy cooking, but he's a simp for you, and he would do anything you want. He tries to cook with you, taking care of the taste and the texture of some foods. He's pretty picky and likes to eat basic things. Sometimes, he asks you to do something so basic that it sounds insulting. Wilbur is crazy for nuggets and smashed potatoes.

He does help you a lot. Whenever you travel with him because of the tours, he's crazy to come back home and eat the food that you made. He likes simple things, maybe some rice with fish. He loves to see you cooking while wearing his clothes. They look so big on you, and it makes his heart race. He loves to buy random things and bring them to you with a childish smile. He only says "do something" and sits on a chair next to the table so he can watch you cook.

Tommyinnit

He's like a child around you, asking you what you are doing, when it's going to be ready, if he can taste it before it's done, and if he can put the amount of salt that he likes. Tom can't help but be around you, so excited to see what's going to be. It's easier when he's sick, he used to be so tired and you just did a soup to him, you bring it to his bed and he smiles a little. His eyes were clearly tired, and his nose congestioned. He puts his hand on yours while you feed him. He was whispering something about loving the attention you gave to him.

Tubbo

Toby is happy to see you cooking. Sometimes, he tries doing something on his own so he can impress you. It almost works, but he always puts too much salt or sugar. He does rather see you cooking, putting the ingredients on the mixer and watching you turn it into food. He loves it when you do cookies or Christmas candies. He loves spending the holidays with you, cooking at home with no one else to bother you two. He kisses you while you cook, pinning you against the table before he hears something also burning in the kitchen. He's so soft with you, it's actually really cute.