I Love All Of These

I love all of these

I was wondering if you could do something for teddyverse literally anything you can I love it so much 🙈

"Dad!"

Jason rolled over, groggy and trying to focus to see his son's face. Worried and looking near panicked. "What's wrong buddy?"

"Mama is dying," he said sounding frantic.

"What-" He sat upright, horrible pictures in his head, ready to hold you or call an ambulance he wasn't sure.

"She was making breakfast and she started cooking the bacon and then she was gagging an there's puke all over the floor and now she's in the bathroom and-" He broke off, lip trembling starting to cry.

"No, buddy," he said, hugging him hard, "She's not dying. It's not like- it's not like your Aunt, okay?"

"But-"

"She's having a baby, Teddy," he said, cuddling him. "Sometimes that can make her feel a little sick."

"A baby?" he said, looking worried now for even more reasons.

"Mhmm," he said, kissing his head. "Listen. We can all talk about it in a minute. Okay? Go make sure the stove is off and find me some stuff to clean the floor?"

"Mama-"

"I'll take care of her," Jason promised. "Then we'll make breakfast-"

"I'm gonna be late to school."

"I'll take care of that too," Jason promised, setting him back on the floor. "First things first though. Gotta get Mama back in bed and get the kitchen cleaned up."

Sticky Notes (Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader)

Hi I wrote this in 30 minutes bc I wanted to get the idea out before I forgot so I apologize if this is crappy in any way! I’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing so please bear with me <3

Also! I tried to portray B as accurately as possible so I apologize if he seems too OOC lol

Warnings: fluff, puns

Requested: Yes! When I replied to the ask I accidentally clicked ‘answer privately’ and I lost it so I tried my best based on what I remember from the request. If you want me to rewrite it please let me know!

It all started with a blue sticky note on the Batcomputer (as you affectionately named it).

‘Don’t forget to get some rest B <3 U need it.’

It had caught his eye when he went to sit down to document everything from the night. From the handwriting, Bruce knew it was you who had written it. 

You were also the only one who could call him B and get away with it.

Bruce found himself smiling as he picked it up and placed it on the desk. Once he had finished writing and analyzing everything, he placed the sticky note in his diary journal, not wanting to lose it. 

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A few days later, he found another sticky note (this time yellow), on his bedroom door after a night of crime fighting.

‘You are doing amazing <3’

Bruce felt his face warm up at the note. The words on the small piece of paper seemed to make the weight on his shoulders disappear, and he slept more soundly that morning.

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Sticky notes of various colors started appearing through the tower throughout the week, and Bruce collected them all like pokemon cards. He kept them with him at all times, not wanting to lose them.

‘Hey there, hot stuff’ (this was on his bathroom mirror, and he chuckled as he read it)

‘I love you like macaroni loves cheese!’ (this was left on a container of mac and cheese for waiting for him in the Batcave)

‘You take up so mushroom in my heart <3’ (With a drawing of a mushroom)

And his personal (not that he would admit it) favorite, written on a black sticky note in a silver sharpie: 

‘I am all a-bat you!’

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“Thank you.”

You jumped before whirling around to see Bruce standing in the entrance of the study you were currently occupying. 

His blue eyes latched onto yours, affection and gratitude shining in them, something that he rarely showed.

“For what?” You asked, standing up and walking towards him.

He pulled out the notes.

“They were a nice surprise.” He explained, glancing at the notes before lifting his gaze to you.

“Oh! Yeah, you’re welcome. I wanted to do something nice for you.” You smiled shyly, looking down at the notes in his hand.

Bruce noticed you looking at the sticky note at the top. He let out a faint smile before leaning down and whispering in your ear:

“I am all a-bat you too.”

(If all these sticky notes ended up on a board in the Batcave for him to read before and after he went out, that was no one’s business but his own.)

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Alfred bought him the board when he noticed that Bruce was sad because the sticky notes were starting to get wrinkled from being in his pockets for too long.

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HEAR ME OUT.

bruce wayne and the reader having the exact same music taste (i’m thinking nirvana or deftones) and they lay in bed at night with headphones in each ear and listening together. GOD

drive me far away

FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS IDEA THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON I LOVE U!!!! i hope i did your idea justice, it’s a little corny but i think it’s cute :) anyways ignore how bad i am at ending stories and enjoy!!!

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: female pronouns used in the form of ‘mrs.’ once. i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything!

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the first thing you and bruce found out you really had in common, was your music taste. it brought the two of you together tremendously, and you still bond over it to this day. wether it was nirvana, deftones, or even bands like new order, (YES, i strongly believe bruce would listen to new order/ new wave in general) you bonded over it all. no matter what time of day, no matter what activity, there was usually a song playing that both of you enjoyed.

it was a gloomy monday, and you had decided you wanted to give alfred the day off, or at least help a little. which took a lot of convincing.

“alfred please, just let me do the dishes, or something!” you always felt bad for him, even though he clearly didn’t dislike his job, you still felt the need to help every once in a while.

“alright, fine mrs. wayne. clean away” alfred throws his hands up in surrender and exits the room. bruce gives you a questionable look from where he was working at the kitchen table. “what??? i wanna help out” you retort at his silence.

“i didn’t say anything” he shrugs, before unwillingly going back to his work. you stick your headphones in as to not bother bruce, and begin to play “mollys lips” by nirvana. you bop your head to the music as you wash the dishes, silently mouthing the words as you go. bruce notices this, and decides that nows the perfect time to take a break from his work. he walks up behind you silently, and snakes his arms around your waist. he rests his chin on top of your head as he speaks.

“whatcha listening to?” he takes an earbud out of your ear and places it in his own, and an instant smile crosses his face. you push out of his arms and grab a ladle from the sink, going into full theatre mode now that you knew bruce wasnt working. you mouth the lyrics into the ‘mic’ with much exaggeration.

she said

she’d take me anywhere

she’d take me anywhere

as long as she stays with me

bruce leans against the kitchen counter, watching with full amusement and a lopsided smile.

she said

she’d take me anywhere

she’d take me anywhere

as long as i stay clean

kiss, kiss mollys lips

kiss, kiss mollys lips

you continue to perform your heart out, dropping down to your knees like a true rockstar at the end of the song. bruce claps enthusiastically.

“amazing” his sentence comes out broken between his laughter as he helps you up from the ground. you smile as he pulls you flush against him and places a kiss upon your lips.

“can i help you do the dishes” he mumbles lazily against your lips.

“weren’t you doing other work?” you question, looking over to the papers scattered across the table.

“i was, but i’d rather do dishes. less boring.” your shrug, placing your phone on speaker and playing the music aloud. the two of you slowly but surely finished the dishes, although you both were drenched because you thought it would be funny to start a water fight.

later that night, you were settled into bed, laying on your side and nose deep into a book as bruce got ready in the bathroom behind you. this was one of the rare nights that bruce didn’t go out, and the both of you went to bed at the same time.

you smile to yourself as bruce places himself flat against your back, entangling his legs with yours and placing soft kisses on the space behind your ear and down your neck to your collar bone. you place your book down, he then takes one of his earbuds and places it in your ear. deftones fills your head and you smile softly to yourself as you turn to face him. you were quite literally centimeters apart as the music plays for the both of you.

“be quiet and drive huh?” you speak over the music, quirking an eyebrow at him.

he shrugs, “basic, but one of my favorites” a smile ghosts his lips as his eyes scan your face. he was admiring you, drinking in your beauty. something he did quite often without thinking about it, he could be in the middle of doing anything, and he would stop to admire you. you decide to move in, your lips moving in sync with his as the song continued to play. bruce tugs you impossibly closer as he faintly mouths the lyrics against your lips.

it feels good to know you’re all mine

now drive me far

away, away, away,

that night, the two of you fell asleep in each others arms, music still playing in your ears as you dreams came and went.

say my name | hc

pairing: tate langdon x female reader

summary: headcanons - you discover tate’s kink while making out with him, and eagerly entertain the new information

warning: smut, so 18 + only; mommy kink, choking

a/n: I live off of feedback, especially after one of my many hiatuses. please leave a comment or reblog, as it would feed my starving ego

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Kai Impregnating You As a Punishment

Summary- When Kai finds out you’re planning to avoid pregnancy behind his back, he acts immediately to make sure his plan for a new and better future isn’t ruined.

Warnings- Dub-con (I think), breeding/impregnating, car sex, unprotected sex, sexual punishment, daddy kink, arousal from crying, Kai Anderson. Words- 1.6k

This was a left over idea from Kai Week that I had planned based on a request, and I wanted to do it! Returning to car sex, fun! :D

Enjoy<3

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“What is it Y/N?”, Kai forcefully asks.

“No honestly nothing”. You try your best to lie, but Kai always knew when you were nervous or worried. He also knew when you were keeping secrets from him, which is why right now you were completely screwed. Kai often looks through your belongings and does regular pinky power meetings to ensure that he knows absolutely everything about you. You know how some people say a little mystery is good in a relationship? He was certainly not one of those people.

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Would you ever write for like rockstar!eddie and reader like maybe she's an actor or something or she's his high-school sweet heart and even after he got famous he stayed with her

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

OMG, ok so you caught my attention. i’ve always wanted to write for rockstar! eddie. i also daydreamed a lot that the reader is his wife (and yes, his highschool sweetheart as well) you know like that bombshell wife that even his fans simp for her as well, gets featured in some magazines and shows. alongside tour interviews and such.

i can imagine the dynamic between them sort of like ozzy & sharon (without the major toxicity but the yelling is there) but overall, you’re just one hella of a wife to corroded coffin’s frontman. and he’s very proud to show you off every interview he gets.

this time they’re doing a reality tv one! like the Osbourne’s.

suggestive themes under the cut

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another day in the munson household… 

“eddie!” you shouted amidst the large canopy of the munson LA mansion. the camera man swerves the camera to eddie munson’s face, eddie fucking munson, leader of one of the grossing rock bands alive in the 90’s. he lets out a sigh as he can hear your heels stomp against the hardwood large stairs as he looks to the camera with a smirk, counting in his head for your barge in as he speaks. it was another filming day for their own reality tv show, his manager urged him to do this, fans demanding wanting to know more about him and his darling wife. you.

“ah, and here comes my smoking hot angry wife—“

the door slams open inside the studio room, the camera whips to you. all dolled up, fresh from your make-up room, wearing a very tight dress that hugged your body nicely. he wasn’t even focused on the terrifying anger written on your pretty face, just that he’s very focused now on your chest. the camera man backs away, slightly scared, seeing as you had something in your hand. fan mail apparently! tons of it in your hand as the other was situated on your hip, very angry stance.

it was cute to him.

“baby, darling.” he greeted with a smirk, urging your hothead to come closer to him, he was sitting on his office chair, the one he always sat on whenever he would spend nights in this studio room to write or compose a song.

“send panties in the mail! panties? are you out of your fucking mind!?” you threw the mail at him, huffing and puffing with anger. the camera man captured this one moment they all knew would be another hit on mainstream. your fights with eddie were certainly a blockbuster for every corroded coffin fan, plus you were hot in it.

“sweetheart, chill! i meant it as a fucking joke, geez—“

another mail was thrown at him, this time he can clearly see the lace of some fan’s panties were peeking out. oh, was he dead. he is popular with the ladies, you were very hyperaware of that and you despised some groupies for getting a lil’ close during concerts or meet-ups, mainly the obsessed ones you couldn’t stand, but they’re not the wife. you are, so in perspective, you won when it comes to them. and you trust eddie, he’s not that stupid.

“baby, what did you expect? they’re fucking crazy.” he snorts, tossing the mail away. you crossed your arms, boobs squishing, eddie gawked at it with no shame.

“you’re laughing at this? i can’t believe you! you’re such an ass—“ you pouted, fuming red in your eyes. eddie shook his head as he grabbed your arm, knowing well you were going to calm down once he gets in you in his lip. you noticed it.

“that’s not gonna fucking work—“

“try me.” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat snuggly. leaning your back against his naked chest littered with tattoos, your name tattooed above his heart. your face somehow manage to soften yet still annoyed at how it worked. munson charm. damn him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks kissing your neck, looking to the camera with a wink and a smirk.

“i will strangle you.”

“i thought that was for the bedroom—“

“i will shove this remaining mail up your ass if you open your mouth again.” you warned, pinching his arm. he yelped at how sharp your nails were as you sighed, simmering down now as he placed kisses on your bare shoulder. the expensive scent of your perfume and body wash making him buck his hips up a bit. so addicting. the camera focuses on the sweet moment as you rubbed your forehead, a headache coming in.

“oh, baby. ‘m sorry.” he cooed.

“don’t.” you huffed. “i don’t like this.” you emphasized to the mails on the ground.

“ ‘course baby, i haven’t even fucking opened them yet.” he place a sloppy kiss on your neck. “and i never will. if that makes up for it.”

“thank you, eds.” you sighed in relief. his heart bloomed as he winked to the camera again. mouthing ‘munson charm’.

“gotta remind them, sweetheart, you’re my wife. nothing’s gonna come between that, ey? not even fucking panties.” he reminds you, grasping your chin to look at him. reminding you how many years you two have been together, since highschool, since that incident back in the upside down, being each other’s first experiences and all. you are the love of his life.

his large thumb caressing your bottom crimson lip. you nodded silently, still a little annoyed, his handsome grin widen as he kissed you. tongue and all, still not ashamed he’s showing this intimate moment on camera then probably on television soon. you wriggled, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants form. you hummed on his mouth, liking the sloppiness as you pulled away, all shy now noticing the camera again.

“and stop sending me panties!” he pointed to the camera. “i’m flattered, but i got plenty already.” he joked, earning a smack from you again. the camera man eventually said cut as you both relaxed in each other’s arms.

“today’s film was great, mr. & mrs. munson. thank you so much.” the cameraman smiled nervously as you smiled back widely, still seated on eddie’s lap.

“no problem, lemonade’s downstairs in the kitchen. help yourself!” you kindly offered as eddie placed kisses again on your neck. hot and heavy he is, it was such a turn-on whenever you got mad at him. the door closed shut as eddie finally got a breather. focusing on you now and his ache in his pants.

“so sexy today, baby.” he mumbles, voice low and deep. “getting you all riled up.”

“mhm. if you ever say stupid shit to your fans, munson. i will kick you out.” you hummed tilting your neck to the side as he nipped your soft skin making you let out a quiet whimper.

“hey, they love you getting mad as well, can’t blame ‘em.” he laughs, squeezing your boobs. the fans were crazy for you as much as they are for him. you chuckled remembering the time you got featured on the front page of playboy magazine, everyone went wild. eddie was fuming at that time but he didn’t hide the fact that he bought at least numerous copies of it, supporting your fame. “you’re such a fucking bombshell. ‘m so lucky.”

“i swear, eddie!” you swatted his hands away as he whined.

“i promise!” he laughs heartily as you smiled again. a moment of silence transpires, you two have been together since ‘86, the large mansion was awfully lonely when he’s away on tour, leaving you here sometimes. you love him, really. since the day he clumsily asked you out by the bench in the woods. supporting him throughout, until his band got in with a label. signing them up. being his soulmate, sticking with him until now. something was just missing in the munson household. the thought a important one for you, and you knew clearly what you wanted next. knowing eddie gives you everything.

“what do you think about a little munson running around here, eds?”

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