Say My Name | Hc

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

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God this is so sad i love it.

Dustin’s Letter

I would recommend reading Guilt before reading this

Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader

Guilt recommended order

word count: 2.5k

Hi (y/n)!

I really miss you. I know you died, I’m not stupid. Everyone keeps trying to jump around saying it to me.

ESPECIALLY MOM!!!!

I was at Mike’s house when you died though. Mrs. Wheeler cried because mom called her and told her. She almost fell down the stairs coming to the basement because she came down them so fast.

I was really confused about why she was so sad and even more confused when she hugged me and kept saying that things were going to be ok.

Mike, Lucas, and Will were super confused too.

I didn’t even know what was going on until mom came and picked me up like 15 minutes later. She was crying too. I was kinda surprised she didn’t crash on her way there.

Mrs. Wheeler hugged me again before leading me to the front door where mom was waiting.

The guys ran up the stairs to see what was going on and then we all found out because Mrs. Wheeler walked out to mom and started saying stuff about you being in a better place now and that she was so sorry

I couldn’t really make out anything else she said because mom and she were both crying

I remember I turned back to the guys and without even realizing it I started crying too

They all looked so confused because you were the coolest person we knew and we just didn’t get how you could just die.

I knew almost everyone that went to your funeral, the only person I didn’t recognize was this one guy. He was older, like 50 or something maybe.

I would ask you who he was but your dead now so I can’t.

It’s really weird being an only child now. You were one for a little bit before I was born but I was never supposed to be one.

I feel bad for not telling you this too but before you died we found out that there’s another dimension and it’s attacking the town and mike is totally in love with this girl with super powers even though he denies it all the time and Will is kind of possessed and one time I gave that girl, her name is Eleven, by the way, I gave her some of your old clothes.

You never mentioned missing those clothes so I don’t think you would’ve cared even if you knew I gave them to Eleven.

I keep waking up in the middle of the night because I’ll have a dream that you’re just pranking me and everyone is in on it and I’ll run into your room and think you’ll be there laughing at how long I fell for it but you're never there.

All your stuff is there, just the way you left it. But no you.

I heard someone say you did it to yourself but I don’t believe that. You wouldn’t do that.

I really miss you (y/n). I miss you driving me to school sometimes too.

I like riding my bike to school but I liked when you would drive me more. Even though I didn’t always act like it when you were here.

I was playing with Mews earlier and I had this really weird thought,

one day I’ll be older than you! Isn’t that weird? I’ll always be your little brother but in a few years I’ll be older than you

That is weird. Super weird!

Sorry for not telling you about the other dimension stuff when you were still here again. I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared you would get hurt but you would’ve thought Eleven was super cool.

I love and miss you (y/n)

p.s

I really miss being your brother even though we would fight sometimes

Look How She Lights Up The Sky

Jason Todd x plus size reader

This is purely self-indulgent and a look into my dreams

Warnings: brief nudity, FLUFF

WC: 623

A/N: Song is Ma Belle Evangeline by Jim Cummings

Minors DNI

The night was silent save for the distant crashing of waves along the shore. It was nearing three in the morning but neither of them cared, too wrapped up in finally being alone and happy. The smile on Jason’s face was brighter than the full moon that shone over them, lighting up their naked skin.

Y/N sighed happily against his scarred chest, her palm resting over his heart, feeling the slow beat that was just for her. They had no need for words, they never did. Jason kissed the top of her head gently.

He slid from her grasp, offering his hand to her as he stood. She knew what he wanted and happily obliged, letting him pull her to her feet, steadying her as she stumbled slightly. He wrapped a muscular arm around her thick waist before handing her his discarded shirt and pulling on a pair of boxers.

They left the bedroom hand in hand, silently walking through the beach house Bruce had lent him for their anniversary vacation. The sea breeze made the curtains flutter as they passed by on their way out to the massive patio. Small lanterns lit the path down to the shore but the moon was so bright they almost didn’t need them.

She could feel nervous energy radiating from her partner but was quickly distracted when music began to play from speakers hidden in the underbrush on the edge of the property.

Look how she lights up the sky Ma Belle Evangeline So far above me yet I Know her heart belongs to only me

His deep voice hummed the lyrics softly as he pulled her into a warm embrace. Her own arms wound around his broad shoulders. They gently swayed to the music, lost in each other’s eyes. Her heart melted as he held her closer, his large palms laying flat against the small of her back to keep her from pulling away from him. As if she ever would. He was her everything, her sun and moon, the reason she got up every day. His love kept her going through all her troubles, motivating her to be a better person for him. 

Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline You're my queen of the night So stillSo bright That someone as beautiful as she Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline

The sound of the trumpet couldn’t overpower the bubble of love the couple were in. Jason’s pulse loudly beat in his ears as he gazed down at the woman he knew was his soulmate. His person. She had been by his side through so much, her love and devotion never wavering, not even for a second. He would do it all over again, go through all that pain and anguish ten times over because he knew that she would be waiting for him on the other side, just as she always did, as she always would.

Love is beautiful Love is wonderful! Love is everything, do you agree? Mais oui! Look how she lights up the sky I love you, Evangeline

As the music faded out and the silence overtakes them once more, Jason stepped away to kneel before her, his large hands enveloping her own. The words were at the tip of his tongue but he found it hard to speak. Y/N could feel his struggle and cupped his cheeks, keeping his blue eyes pointed up at her. Suddenly, there were no doubts in his mind. This was it, this is what he was destined for, his reward for going through hell for all those years. His words were strong and sure as they finally escaped his lips.

“Marry me.”

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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.

Can you do 15-43-46-60 with Tate and the reader? Like Tate teasing the reader whilst she’s driving?

Tate Teasing the Reader While She Drives

15. “Wanna bet?”

43. “Does this get you hard/wet?”

46. “I’m trying to drive here!”

60. “Cum for me.”

Yo I’m sorry this took me SO long, I hope the person who requested this is still even here. :/

Summary- Fingering, handjob, careless driving, orgasm, a very cocky teenager called Tate Langdon. Words- 1.3k

for obvious reasons that include leaving the house, Tate isn’t dead

I hope you enjoy! :)

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“You’re just mad cause you know I’m better at driving than you”, you say, gathering your belongings and putting them in your purse. Tate scoffs.

“I’m far better”, he replies.

“You get distracted at everything! I can focus on the road much better than you can”.

A cheeky grin comes over Tate’s face when he hears your challenge, and he chuckles. He ties the laces to his Vans and looks at you with an amused expression.

“Wanna bet?”.

You smile at him innocently, not knowing what torture Tate has in store for you. But your competitive side would never allow somebody as cocky as Tate to have the satisfaction of winning. You had to prove him wrong, whatever he had in plan.

Once you both sat in the car, you put on your seatbelt and looked over at Tate. He closes his car door and looks at you innocently, crossing his hands on his lap. You blink at him slowly and wait for him to put on his seatbelt, which he doesn’t do. He laughs hearing your dramatic groan as you reach over to put it on for him, to which he gives you a big childish grin and you roll your eyes, then start driving.

Trying to keep your eyes on the road, you occasionally look at the unusually quiet boy in your passenger seat. Even though you didn’t know what he was planning, his suspiciously content expression and deafening silence only meant he could be up to no good. Tate turns down the Nirvana playing on the radio but doesn’t say anything. You look over at him with confused eyebrows and he pretends to not notice you looking at him. Just as you’re about to ask what he’s up to, you hear a weird sound which immediately catches your attention. You turn your head to see Tate unzipping his pants and palming himself through his underwear, looking around through the windows, like nothing’s happening. Your eyes widen as you look at him for a few seconds too long, having to quickly divert your eyes back to the road. Your lips tremble for something to say and you only just manage to get something out.

“What-? What are you-?”

“I thought you don’t get distracted?”, Tate said cockily, making you sigh, finally understanding his cheekiness earlier. Without hesitating, he takes his hardening cock out of his undies and strokes himself. You look around at the cars on the busy road you’re on and worry whether somebody else will see you. You try not to give into temptation, knowing he’s only trying to annoy you and distract you, but you can’t help but glance occasionally, trying not to stare for too long, for safety reasons. His cheeky grin gets wider when you make eye contact and he notices you biting your lip.

“Does this make you wet?”, Tate whispered seductively. He begins to rub his cock fully, clearly not caring about the cars surrounding you. You moan softly at the sight, answering his question, and grab onto the steering wheel harder. He chuckles at your determination and stops touching himself completely. You stop the whine coming from your lips, knowing this is for the better, but not denying how wet seeing him pleasure himself makes you. You slightly rub your legs together as much as you can, the underwear under your skirt getting wetter by the second. The idea of other people watching excited you in a new way you never felt before, and the adrenaline rush you had to contain made your thighs tingle. You stare straight forward, and suddenly feel Tate’s huge hand on your thigh. Though this was something he did often, you were already too aroused for him to touch you at all. You brush his hand away softly, but he quickly returns, this time gripping harder, and rubbing closer to between your legs. A soft moan escapes your lips and Tate smirks, knowing the effect he has on you. You look over at him pleadingly and he pretends to scold you.

“Eyes on the road, missy”.

Your sweaty hands don’t know what to do with themselves, rubbing up and down the steering wheel, trying to focus on anything but the minimal stimulation on your bare thigh.  Tate uses his long, slender middle finger to slide up and down directly on your underwear, making you flinch slightly. He exhales in satisfaction at how wet you feel and moves your underwear to the side. You tense your whole body, gripping the steering wheel and clenching your jaw in the process, trying to not melt between his skilled fingers. He sees this and raises an eyebrow at your silent protest. He puts his middle finger on your wet slit and slowly pushes it inside, a gasp immediately leaving your mouth.

“I’m trying to drive here!”.

“Oh, don’t worry, that doesn’t bother me”, Tate states sarcastically, pushing his finger in knuckle deep and curling it straight up. A high pitch moan escapes your lips, and with a desperate expression, you search around for a quick place to park. As you try to keep your increasingly more and more shaky legs steady, and on the pedals, Tate begins to find a rhythm and curls his long powerful finger deeper every time. You whine, trying to keep your eyes open and constantly having to stop your head from rolling back. Tate pushes in a second finger and curls them both up at a faster paster, biting his lip as he watches you try to not fall apart. He moans watching you and grabs his cock, stroking it at the same time as he curls his fingers into you. Though your pleading face stays on the road, aching for a place to stop the car, your soaking pussy clenches around Tate’s fingers, holding them inside. Tate digs around in you like he’s looking for lost treasure but as he pulls them out slightly, rubbing and trying to find your g-spot, you take one of your clammy hands off the steering wheel and push his hand in deeper, yearning to feel every inch of his long fingers.

“Needy girl”, he mocks you. “Cum for me”

He demands and curls his fingers harder and faster pushing you over the edge. You moan and completely let go, giving in to his touch and releasing your excitement all over his hand. Your mind and vision go foggy as your eyes struggle to stay open, and the one hand left on the wheel battles with the aftershock of your powerful orgasm, trying to stay still. His attack on your insides doesn’t stop, even after you release, bringing you overwhelming pleasure. You pathetically attempt to pull his hand away from you, knowing that you don’t want him to stop, but he does and rips his fingers out from you, earning a sad whine. Soon enough, your eyes light up as you find a car park to a supermarket, and you quickly park, barely making it between the lines. You finally relax, and look over at Tate, who wasted no time in using the wetness you left on his hand to pleasure himself.  You forcibly take his hand off himself and he looks at you, expecting you to replace his hand with yours. Instead, you undo your seatbelt, and open the car door.

“You’re driving home”, you step out of the car and walk around to the passenger seat. Tate awkwardly shuffles to the driver’s seat, and watches you sit beside him.

“Maybe it’s a good job, I don’t get distracted as easily”, Tate says laughing. Though he quickly stops when you look at him with a serious expression and wrap your fingers around his hard dick.

“Wanna bet?”

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D is for -I know your dirty little secret!

Dirty Secret- I refuse to apologies for this! I DARE you to tell me you wouldn’t :P

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