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m0llygunn · 10 months

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Rockstar's Daughter (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: Pulling Eddie into your responsibility-less dreamland, you get upset when he has to leave you to get back to 'reality'. When he comes back with a surprise for you, you grant him a very special reward.

Contents: 18+! smut, mature language, oral (m receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, dead rockstar father, porn with plot. Takes place in early 2000s, eddie and r in their early 20s. a/n: Yesterday was my birthday so I spent my lazy morning today writing this for you guys! I also hit 200 followers yesterday- which is exceptionally cool and soso crazy because I only started posting less than a month ago. Thank you for all the interactions on my other stories, I would love for feedback so I can write more of what you guys like! Ty again and enjoy!! This is inspired by the movie Uptown Girls, which is my favourite movie ever (thus the username lol). wc: 4.2k+

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“What? You wanted to fuck the rockstars daughter so you could go home and tell all your little friends? Is that it?” You spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No! That’s not— that’s not what I was trying to do.” He says, pulling the hem of his shirt down before untucking his hair from the neckline.

“So what were you trying to do?” You ask, watching as he pulls his shoes on. He finishes putting them on, omitting from tying them before standing up straighter, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes deeply and you can tell he’s trying to choose his words wisely.

“I like you. I just— I can’t live in your dreamland. I have 4 gigs this week and I already missed practice. Plus, I have a meeting tomorrow and I haven’t prepared for it at all, and I haven't even had a chance to call my band mates back.” He says, growing more uptight as he continues in his long list of abandoned responsibilities.

“Leave.” You say, shrugging his grip off. His eyes flash hurt before his mouth presses shut firmly, clenching his jaw. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his chin before opening his mouth again.

“I just need to go back to the real world for a few days, sorry I can’t stay here and live in your fairytale forever.” He says, adding too much attitude and contest for your liking.

You cross the apartment, opening the front door, motioning with your arm for him to leave.

Closing the distance between the two of you, he stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours once again.

“I’ll call you.” He says, features turning soft.

“Don’t bother, I would hate to taint your sense of reality.” You retort.

“I’ll call you.” He says firmer. He steps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at you. You don’t say anything in response.

With a soft nod, Eddie leaves and you shut the door behind him with a long sigh.

You met Eddie at a party. Running in the music crowd because of who your father was, your friend is a music producer and manager. He had found Eddie at some dingy dive bar performing and swore up and down that his band was gonna be the next best thing in music and because of that, he brought Eddie along to the party to introduce him to Reggie Records, owner of big time music label, RR Music.

As soon as you saw Eddie, you knew you had to have him. There was just something about him that demanded your attention and once he had it, there was no losing it.

Then before you knew it, he was over at your apartment.

It was 4 days of uninterrupted time with Eddie. He calls it a ‘dreamland’ or a ‘fairytale’, you call it life. Life is precious and gone in a blink of an eye, you’re gonna live your life how you want to.

Your father was a rockstar. After a fatal accident, he became nothing more than a memory. A memory that left you, young and broken hearted, stranded amongst a crowd of grownups, forcing you to grow up.

Growing up was too scary though, so you never did. Through your childhood and into your teen years, you daydreamed about running away, living amongst other dreamers with no responsibilities where nothing could hurt you. When you were off on your own, you got your apartment and turned it into your sanctuary. A place where you could live happily ever after.

You get where Eddie’s coming from. Your friends never fail to tell you how disconnected you are, but it’s easier this way. It’s easier to live in a world where all you have to do is hang out with friends, shop, order in, and call maid services. But all that aside, the easiest thing was the last 4 days you spent with Eddie. With your intuition never faltering, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And that’s why the fight transpired when he finally had to face reality and leave you behind.

He left you in your dreamland. Left you to return to your responsibility-less life, fantasizing through your days and partying through your nights. A rockstar's daughter through and through, just without the rockstar father.

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You’ve spent the last week and a half groveling in your own pity. Your friend had come over to cheer you up but she ended up mostly just nagging you about cleaning up and doing something else besides wasting your time away, hung up on a boy.

You had given yourself a pep talk that morning, vowing to drop him from your mind. You took a shower, got ready and were about to leave your apartment for the first time in a week when your phone ringing interrupted you.

“Hey, it’s Eddie.” His low voice vibrating on the other end of the line.

“Eddie who?” You say, remembering how he said he’d call, yet it took him 11 days to do so.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Eddie who?” You say harshly.

“Munson.” He says with a deep sigh.

“Oh, the Eddie who lives in ‘the real world’?” You retort.

“Sure.” He says, sighing again. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner?”

“Why?”

“I told you, I like you.” He says and your heart patters in your chest. You pause, gathering your thoughts. Sure, you spend the last almost 2 weeks of your life wallowing in your own self-pity over him, but you’re not about to let him off the hook like that just because he says he likes you.

“You got a funny way of showing it.” You say, lamely.

“So dinner? Tonight? How’s 7 sound?” He proceeds, ignoring your comment entirely.

“Eddie—.” You start but he interrupts you.

“I’ll pick you up. We can go to that place near you that we ordered from, the one you said you like.”

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A knock at the door pulls you away from your vanity. You’re infamously running late as usual, which normally you’d feel no particular way about, but since Eddie already thinks you’re living in some made up fantasy world, you're struck with a sense of embarrassment.

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie greets as you open the door.

“Eddie.” You say indifferently.

“I would ask if you’re ready but…” he laughs, motioning up to the roller in the front of your hair and down to the dressing robe you’re wearing.

“Eddie, I’m running a little late, please hold off on the hurtful jokes.” You say, widening the door for him to come in.

“No jokes, got it.” He says, pulling you into him with a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

With your belly dipping in nerves, when he lets you go you turn around, walking back to your room. Silently, he trails along after you, taking a seat on your bed.

“We got an ETA?” He asks.

“No jokes I said.”

“S’not a joke, pretty girl, it’s a question.” He says, smiling at you through your vanity mirror. His smile spreads from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling in the lowlights of your room.

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, pulling the rollers out of your hair.

“We’re celebrating tonight.” He says, sitting up straighter, eyes still glued to your reflection.

“Celebrating?” You question, turning in your seat to look at him directly rather than just through the mirror.”

“We got signed.” He says, dimples setting deep on his cheeks.

“Seriously?” You exclaim, feeling your heart skip a beat. Eddie smiles bigger and you can’t help your own smile spreading on your face.

“Seriously. We had the meeting yesterday, and it went fan-fucking-tastic.” He smiles, eyes beaming with excitement. “Then they called this morning and sent over the paperwork. We’re signed.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shriek, standing up and bounding for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him with all your force, pressing your chest to his.

“Between ‘Eddie who?’ and ‘Eddie who lives in the real world’, it didn’t exactly fit into the conversation on the phone.” He laughs, buckling under your weight and falling back onto the mattress.

“Are you kidding? You got signed, Eddie, that fits into every conversation.” You say, pulling back to look at him, gleaming with your own excitement. “I’m so happy for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly. “So that’s why we’re celebrating.” He says excitedly, still smiling when you pull back to look at him again.

“And you wanted to celebrate with me?” You ask, pouting, your lower lip jetting out.

“Absolutely, which reminds me, I have something to show you.” He says, shifting under you, pulling a CD out of his jacket.

“A CD?” You question curiously, still smiling.

“Yeah… the day after I left here, we had a meeting and they wanted something different— you know, to hear some diversity in our sound.” He says, eyes flickering down to the CD in his hands, nervously fumbling with it. “I had already kind of started working on this the night before, and… this is the song that got us signed.” He says, exhaling before redirecting his gaze back to you with a shy smile. You raise your brows.

“New song?” You ask quietly, feeling a buzz of excitement but winding it back due to Eddie’s growing shy nature.

“New song.” He confirms, smile deepening.

You take the CD from him, sitting us quickly and rushing to your CD player on the shelf. He follows after you, leaning against your dresser while you start up the disc.

“Now, before you start it, I think I should tell you the name of the song.” He says playfully, a hint of a sly taunt in his voice, shyness put on the back burner.

“Okay, tell me the name.” You laugh.

“Rockstar’s Daughter.”

Your jaw drops in surprise.

“It’s about me?” You ask, eyes going wide.

“The one and only.” He smiles.

Throwing yourself in Eddie’s arms, squeezing him tightly around his neck, he squeezes you back around your waist.

“Okay, okay. Play it, I want you to hear it.” He laughs. You keep squeezing him so he turns, stepping you both closer so that he can hit play on your CD player.

Still hanging off of Eddie, music trickles from the CD player. It starts off slow, with a gentle acoustic guitar, way different from everything else he’s played you.

When the lyrics come in, you are nearly swept clean off your feet from Eddie’s gentle voice. It’s a ballad, working up as the song builds on.

When the words 'Rockstar's Daughter’ sing out, you point to yourself, cheeks tight with your smile being so big.

“Me?” You whisper to Eddie.

“You.” He whispers back with a nod. You squeeze him tighter in your arms.

The lyrics continue, listening intently, and you laugh when he starts describing your ‘fairytale dreamland’ and how he wants to stay there forever.

The song starts to build up and so does the beating of your heart. Looking at Eddie, his eyes are bubbling with amusement, sparkling as he watches you. Your eyes trailing lower, his lips are plump and inviting.

You squeeze him tighter once again before bringing your lips to his.

You kiss him fervently, all of your happy emotions bubbling up at once. He brings his hand up to your jaw, his mouth working against yours with just as much passion. Opening your mouth, he’s quick to lick into you, tongue gentle at first as it caresses yours.

“I love the song.” You mumble against his mouth. You feel his lips turn up at the corners.

“It’s not even done yet.” He says, laughing softly, returning to the kiss immediately. You continue kissing him until it comes to an end, music fading out.

“Restart it.” You mumble, when the song stops completely.

Still kissing you, Eddie turns your body as he attempts to restart the song. His mouth falters against yours for a moment while he figures out your CD player, but he eventually gets it, the track restarting from the top.

You pull away from him, hitting the little loop button before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of your bed.

You seamlessly untie your dressing robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your naked body.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his jaw slacking as his eyes roam over you.

“Thought you didn’t like my ‘fairytale dreamland’?” You tease.

“Never said that.” He replies, swallowing thickly.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pulling his jacket down from the collar, letting it drop to the floor.

“You kind of did.” You reply.

“I love your little world here in your apartment. I would stay in it forever if I could.” He says, eyes flickering to yours. You grasp onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and when he lifts his arms you pull it over his head. His hair cascades down, resting back onto his bare shoulders as you drop the material to the floor.

“You could.” You reply, hands trailing over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have written this song if I stayed.” He replies, bringing a hand to your cheek, holding it tenderly, warm eyes staring into yours.

“The song’s pretty good.” You say, hearing his voice sing in the background of your conversation.

“Pretty good?” He smiles, raising a brow.

“Really good.” You smile back.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.” He says. You let your eyes trail down his face again, traveling further downwards until stopping at his tattoo over his heart.

“I love it.” You whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of the inked design.

“S’all for you. Every word.” He says, weaving his hand into your hair gently. You press more kisses onto his chest, traveling back up until you're kissing up his neck.

“I love every word of it.” You whisper, punctuating your sentiment with a wet kiss under his ear. You let your hands fall to his belt line, taking the cold metal into your grip, working at getting it open.

“I missed you. It’s hard out there in the real world.” He says teasingly. You smile, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Really? You should bring me out there sometime.” You tease back.

“Was trying to, but uh— don’t know if we’ll make it to dinner now.” He says, lowering his eyes to where your hands have paused on his belt.

You pull the buckle loose, undoing his pants before he dips his face to you, pressing kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, craning his neck to press kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You pull him by the loops of his pants closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge before you pull at his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing for you to tug them down and discard them on the floor, his boxers following suit.

You settle on your knees in front of him and the song restarts from the beginning again.

“You gonna make me listen to my own song?” He laughs.

“Listen to your own song while I suck your dick? Yes.” You say keeping an air of innocence in your voice, all while looking up at him through your lashes.

“Really?” He laughs again, eyes fanning from your face down to where your hands connect with his thighs.

“You wrote it about me, I can do whatever I want with it.” You purr. You take his hardening cock in your hands, running your fist down it before kitten licking the tip.

“Fuck— yeah you can.” He groans, his length kicking up under your grasp. You spit on the head, spreading the wetness downwards.

When he’s wet enough, you bring your fist up and down before bringing your mouth back to his length, pressing a kiss right onto the flushing tip.

“Missed you, Eddie.” You say sweetly, taking the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently as first.

“Shit, missed you too.” He gasps, voice getting strangled in his chest. You swirl your tongue around his tip before flattening it, taking him further into your mouth.

You twist your wrists, running your hands up and down his length, bobbing your head shallowly. He’s quickly a moaning mess in your grasp, and you feel yourself growing hotter, clenching your thighs for relief.

You remove one hand, taking him deeper in your mouth and he brings his hand to the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. You lean into his hold and he gets the hint, guiding you up and down.

You pull up, taking a breath, strings of spit still connecting you to him, before diving back down. You remove your second hand from his length, relaxing your throat and letting him glide right in, his hand on your head holding you there, his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck. Feels so good, baby.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut. His hand lets up on the back of your head just as you feel your lungs tightening, and you rise sputtering for air, catching your breath.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie.” You whine, unable to ignore the pulsing of desire between your legs for any longer.

“C’mon baby. Come ride me.” He says breathily, offering you a hand up. As you rise, he pulls you onto the bed before using his arms to scootch himself to the headboard, leaning against it.

He offers you his hand and you take it, stabilizing yourself as you swing your leg over his hips.

Moving your hand to his chest, you use your other hand to guide his length to your entrance.

Sinking down onto him, a harmonized moan leaves both of your lips, the soft strum of the song restarting once again still playing in the background.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna write a song about your pussy next.” He groans lowly, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna write about it?” You ask, through a heavy breath.

“How fucking good it is. So tight, hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“Can't wait to hear it.” You moan, as you lift your hips from his, lowering yourself back down slowly.

“Your pussy was made for me. S’fucking perfect.” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue to lift yourself off of him.

You start at a slow pace, working yourself up and down, taking his full length right down to his base. You feel your belly grow antsy, needing more, and you start grinding yourself against him after each sink, your clit rubbing perfectly against him.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your cock feels so good, fills me up so good.” You moan out, dropping your head to rest against his chest. With one arm, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts you enough for his hips to shift under you, helping you by meeting you halfway with each of your movements as your legs start to grow tired.

You keep going, thighs pushing you up and down on his cock until they burn, aching for relief. His hips make up for your tiredness, still continuing to buck up into you.

“Want me to take over, baby? Fuck you just how you like it?” He rasps, hand rubbing up and down your back as his hips start to slow.

“Please, Eddie. Need you to.” You whimper.

He helps you lift up off of him. Taking your hips in his hands, he starts moving you to shift onto your hands and knees but you place a hand over his chest, motioning for him to pause. Over the four days at your apartment, he discovered that he could pull the best orgasms from you like that, but you stop him, wanting to be on your back this time.

“Want to see you, Eddie.” You say, voice coming out in a whine.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth works against yours as he helps you lower to the bed, head hitting the pillow softly as he hovers over you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he maneuvers your legs, taking them in his hands by your knees, hiking them up as you spread them out for him.

“Look at your pretty pussy. You look so beautiful laid out like this for me.” He whispers huskily.

“Better write that down for your new song.” You whisper back, making his lips quirk up into a smile, huffing softly.

He brings his hand down to your core, letting his thumb stroke the expanse of your slit, stopping at your clit.

“So fucking wet too.” He says under his breath.

“All for you, Eddie.” You whisper, canting your hips for more friction.

He starts rubbing his thumb in little circles on your clit making you gasp.

“Please, Eddie. Need you inside.” You whine, hips bucking as he presses harshly on your clit just to watch you squirm.

“Perfect pussy.” He groans under his breath, taking his glistening cock in his hand, lining up with your sopping hole.

When he pushes in, you hum happily feeling him stretch you open.

He presses into you deeply, knowing exactly how you like it already. The head of his cock drags against your sweet spot as he pulls out and it has you chorusing moans, accompanying the build up of his song still playing in the background.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps, breath catching in his throat as he pushes back into you quicker, balls slapping against your ass.

“You sound so pretty.” You breathe, starting to get lost in the pleasure but trying to hold onto the faint singing of his voice coming from across the room.

You feel your belly start to tense, and when he returns his thumb to your clit your breathing turns into harsh little pants.

“Just like that, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whimper.

His thrusting continues, getting faster and harder, building up with the volume of your moans. Your belly grows impossibly tight, euphoria threatening to spill.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours binds perfectly with the gentle instruments in the song, perfectly complimenting the moans and whimpers coming from Eddie as he pounds into you.

You feel yourself getting close and rapture quickly boils over, not even giving you a chance to tell Eddie.

Every beautiful cascading symphony slowly fades in your ears as your pleasure bursts, tightened belly exploding with ecstasy, all thoughts leaving your head as Eddie carries you through your orgasm.

“Fuck— fuck. Just squeezing my cock, baby.” He groans, thrusts starting to go sloppy. “Gonna cum, g-gonna—” He grunts, cock pressing deeply into you as his cum shoots inside, painting your walls pearly white. His hips jerk and stutter as he works himself through his own orgasm, and you slowly recover from your own.

When his hips come to a halt, you reach out your arms, beckoning for him to come to you, to press his chest to your own and feel his body on top of yours. He complies, arms caging around you, lowering himself as gently as he can.

As soon as he settles against you, the crescendo of the song in the background comes to an end, fading to silence, like a perfectly timed soundtrack.

When it restarts again, you can’t help but laugh.

“I love my song.” You say, exhaling with a happy sigh.

“Fuck— can’t wait for you to hear the next one I’m gonna write.” He laughs softly.

You hum quietly to yourself feeling beyond content. If this is some fairytale dreamland, so be it. You have a beautiful man here with you, writing you lovey ballads.

“You doing anything the next couple of days?” He asks, popping his head up from your chest.

“Why?” You ask, a smile already rising on your lips.

“Gotta a few days off until we start recording more stuff.”

“Yeah?” You question, willing him to continue. He uses his arms to push himself up enough to see you better.

“I was thinking…” He starts, brows rising to hide under his messy bangs. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend them with you? Maybe we can go out and do stuff too? Like the date I wanted to take you on?” He says, voice going timid and smile turning sheepish as he progresses in his proposal.

You purse your lips, letting your eyes wander the room as you pretend to think it over. When you focus back on Eddie, his eyes bleed a faint nervousness.

“I’m going to keep that song on repeat, just so you know.” You say, grinning as you look up at him. He smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack?” He teases.

“Yes.” You reply firmly, before pulling him to your lips, kissing him.

Not only does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack, it seems to have a new willing resident too.

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ty!

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littlemissmanga · 9 months

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hi! saw your 200 word blurbs requests!

can I get #9 or #1 with Jesse? whatever floats your boat, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way!

thanks for considering!!

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Nonnie!!!! I did NOT forget about you! I had this in my drafts and I thought I had posted it. Thank you so much for your patience!!

As much as Jesse would love to see you in his shirt, I haven't done No. 9 yet, and I think it's time someone got tied up.

Pairing: Jesse x gn!Reader

W/C: 828 (I did not hold back on this even a little bit and I'm not sorry at all).

Warnings: M, Juicy Jesse being himself. Talk of bondage, filthy desperation, just absolute filth and sin, but no action. just the promise cause I'm a horrible tease :) Minors DNI

Divider by @samspenandsword <3

Also, this functions as a pt 2 to the Jesse kiss prompt :)

Dinner was only half done. The table still wasn’t set. You hadn’t even changed into the cute outfit you bought just for tonight. But with the way Jesse was kissing you, you doubted any of that mattered to him.

It’s his fault for not calling, anyway.

So, you decided not to let it bother you, either. You melted into his kiss, molding your lips to his as his gloved hands slid underneath your shirt, the rough fabric scraping deliciously across your skin. The rough stubble of his jaw chafing your lips and chin, but each scratch just fueled your need. The burn was a constant reminder, even when he pulled away to pant against you, that he was here. Home. Safe.

“Bed. Now,” he barked, his command only undercut by the breathlessness of his voice. Your stomach swooped at the total control he kept over himself, even as his need became evident. You planned on making him a little needier.

He was so fun when he lost control. And you wanted to be taken for a ride tonight.

With a flirty smile, you quickly shut off the stove, Jesse’s presence looming behind you, silently urging you to move faster. He was at his limit, and you loved it. Now he needed to bring you to yours.

You took his hand and pulled him into your room, letting go and slipping your shirt over your head. You turned away from him to face your bed to strip off your pants as you heard his armor falling to the floor.

Waiting …

Any moment now …

A low growl rumbled from behind you as a warm, bare chest pressed to your back. You held your breath to stop the shiver from racing down your spine.

“Mesh’la?” His tone was unnaturally calm considering, and you knew you wouldn’t be walking much tomorrow.

“Yes, baby?”

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” Jesse asked as if inquiring about the color of the bedsheets, nipping lightly at the tops of your shoulders.

“Oh, that.” Your Cheshire grin had taken over your face as you turned in Jesse’s grasp. “I wanted to do something special to welcome you home.”

The Republic cog tattoo on his forehead shifted as he raised a cocky eyebrow. “And you’re planning on tying me up?”

“Hm, maybe. If you’re good,” you tease, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck and earning a chuckle from him. “But actually, you said something on our last call …”

Tilting the tone at the end of the last word, you let your voice fade, the embarrassment of actually saying what you had in mind stealing your words. You looked at him expectantly, hoping your smart ARC trooper would remember the words he let slip so casually that had you teasing yourself in his absence several times over the past few days.

Jesse’s eyes — the ones you insisted were the “kindest in the GAR” despite being shared by so many others — sparkled with mischief.

“Go on, gorgeous. Tell me.”

He wasn’t going to go easy on you. Not that you really wanted him to. You could already feel yourself getting wet at being forced to admit your desires.

“You said you …” You paused and leaned forward to bury your face in his neck, taking in the scent of regulation soap and sweat that was uniquely your Jesse. Liking it or not, you still weren’t able to look at him directly just yet. “You said you can’t wait to see how many times you can get me to come.”

You damn near purred as his arms came around you, holding you nice and tight as his hand traced your spine.

“I did. And I plan on finding out tonight,” Jesse promised in a low voice, his lips right next to your ear. “But that doesn’t explain the rope.”

You nestled closer, running your tongue wide and wet over his Adam’s apple. You felt his cock twitch against you through his blacks.

“If I’m tied up, I can’t pull away.”

Jesse spat a curse as he lifted you and tossed you roughly onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning you beneath him. He reached between you to run a single, thick finger along the seam of your underwear, making you writhe against him.

“Oh yeah, can’t have you squirming now, can we?” He teased, but you couldn’t answer as his finger pressed harder against you. “You wanna be all tied up like a pretty present for me so I can thoroughly ruin you?”

You nodded frantically, delighting in the wicked smile that spread over his face. Jesse leaned to the side, grabbing the rope and pulling it through his hands just to see your eyes widen at the sight.

“Well, then. Let’s get started.”

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#juicy jesse #juicy jesse strikes again #I really don't know why he comes to me so easy #or why I get so filthy with him #he's just special I guess #tcw jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #clone thirsting

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tsudelune · 10 months

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Congrats on 200 followers! Can I get #8 with akito please? (and if its fine, can the "what..." be reader?) Ty and have a great day!

'' it's a pleasure to meet you , my beloved 'music' "

"you've been kind of obvious." - akito shinonome

a/n : wow, are there a lot of requests for the event (which makes me very happy that this is going successfully). expect a bunch of fics! (also, that akito colorfes lim...is the only thing i see when i write him smiling. that card is embedded into my brain).

it was an ordinary school day-- at least, not for you.

today was another day to (hopefully) get your crush to notice the signs. at this point, you were close to giving up. however, you weren't one to give up. at least, not to love.

as much as your friends in kamiyama like to call him a ginger or "lil'bro" (courtesy of your best friend), you like to just call him akito.

the two of you hang out often. as friends, the history books like to call it. to you, as something more.

"akito! i'll be waiting by the courtyard!" you shout, as you make your way to where you usually ate. it was now spring-- however, you liked him for a long time.

unrequited love, hopeless, impossible-- to you, there was always a chance for something to happen.

taking a seat by the shade, you start to eat your lunch, admiring the clear blue sky of today. if anything, the sky is there to watch it all.

"you said you were going to wait-- are you that hungry?" teased a familiar voice. it was recognizable from a mile away for you.

"oh- sorry! i didn't think that far." you moved over for akito to sit next to you, laughing.

"no, i was only joking." akito gives a smile, "oh right, i have something to ask of you."

you nod, insisting he goes on. you wondered what he had to say, because most of the time you initiated the conversations.

"i've heard from...a certain someone," akito grumbled, as if the someone was a forbidden person, "that you like me. is this true?"

speechless. you had no words. now, you were determined to find this certain someone. you had an idea. but, back to the matter at hand-- this was not how you planned this to go!

"uh...what...?" you tried to act clueless as possible, waving your free hand dismissively. "oh uh, of course not...! who would be saying that type of thing....ahhaha...."

akito deadpanned, sighing. "you know, you've been kind of obvious."

"...what?"

you wanted him to know that you like him, yes, but not in this way!

"...uh, i don't like you! but wait, no, i technically do..." you mumbled out incoherent strings of words, rambling on and on. however, akito shut you up immediately with a kiss, roughly crashing his lips onto yours.

"...can you shut up?" akito sighs, holding your blushing face in his hands. "you're too loud..."

"uh- oh, right..." you looked away from akito, returning to eating your food after that spectacle.

well, surely that kiss gave you all the details you needed, right?

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booksndpoetry · 24 days

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If the World was ending...

A Yang Jeongin Drabble

A/N: I gave myself a challenge to come up with a drabble with the following words and I came up with this. A few lines were also inspired by one of my favourite Persian poems. Happy reading!

WC: 200 words

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Jeongin X Gn reader

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of the world ending

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If the World was ending...

two, smile, mild, miles, flute

It took only two minutes for you to make him smile. Even if he was miles away from you, the mild notes in your voice could soothe him to no end.

You were the flute and he was the deer who had been charmed by the melody, his soul responding to your song like the rivers that changed course responded to Orpheus and his tunes.

You were the amber, and he was the fossil, preserved in your memory forever in your little world.

Jeongin was no writer, nor was he an artist, capable of articulating his thoughts grandly.

He was a simple man. He thinks to himself that if the world were to end, he’d be content if you were by his side, singing to his end.

His existence is no poetry, rather he is the blade of your love, drawing all your indistinct boundaries and tying your seams together. He is the rough to your soft, the weariness to your cheer, the sober to your playfulness, the dark to your light. But Jeongin doesn’t care about any of it at that instant. All he knows is that whatever he is and he is not, he has always been yours.

"Zendagi az tu, marg az man

Rahaati az tu, narhaati az man

Khushi az tu, ghaam az man

Hama chiz az tu

Wale tu az man."

"Life is yours, death is mine

Peace is yours, stress is mine

Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine

Everything is yours

but you are mine." - anonymous

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© booksndpoetry 2024. All rights reserved. Please do not plagiarise, translate, repost or steal my works in any way. All idols used in this piece are just inspiration for characters. They do not reflect the real people in any way.

#+booksndpoetry #straykidsland #stray kids fanfiction #skz jeongin #jeongin x reader #jeongin x y/n #skz fluff #fluff #light angst #stray kids imagines #stayblr #writing #writeblr

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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nancy with the 21st prompt. i don't know, i just find the idea of her begging (not in a strage manner lol) to the one she loves to kiss her so cute. love my baby so much. also thanks in advance, and if you don't want to do it that's fine hehe, don't worry. have a nice day!

a/m: i love this sm. ty for requesting, sorry it took me a hot minute to make it </3

word count: 500+

200 followers event masterlist

21.“Just kiss me once!”

"Stop it, Y/n," the girl whined

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nance," you responded in a fit of giggles. Nancy grumbled next to you.

"You're being weird," she pouted, leaning into your embrace. “Just let me…” she trailed off, moving closer. Which you then leaned further into the cushions.

“Let you what?” You quirked a brow. Her own furrowed. You knew what she wanted. And she knew that you knew. And you knew she knew that you knew. So why the hell were you making this so complicated?

“Nevermind,” she muttered, turning away. Falling back into the bed’s pillows and crossing her arms while you laughed.

You just wanted to make her miserable. Deny her with love and affection. The only thing she’s ever asked for (not really). You propped yourself on an elbow, facing her now on your side. Amusement was shown behind your eyes as your face said otherwise. Faking a confused expression.

“Come on, just tell me what you want. How am I supposed to know what it is if you don’t tell me?” you questioned. She rolled her eyes. Obviously you knew. She could tell by the way your lip lightly curled up at the edge. Nancy pushed your head away causing you to be shoved onto your back. A cackle left your mouth as she took a spot on top of your hips.

“You’ve been pushing me away all day. It’s not funny, Y/n,” she uttered.

“It’s a little funny,” you joked back. Which might have been a mistake for the fact you were then met with a pillow to your face. You gasped and grabbed the cushion from her. “Nancy! How-”

“Just kiss me once!” she practically begged. “You’ve been starving me of your love. Just a little one even. Ill be okay with anything.” You shrugged.

“Well what did I say? All you had to do was ask.” “Usually I don't have to ask,” she mumbled, pushing some fallen hair out of your eyes. You bit your lip, trying to hide your beaming smile. Silence embraced between you as Nancy cupped your chin while you placed your hands over her waist. Tracing the over her skin from above her shirt.

“Its just fun seeing you get all needy,” you whispered against her lips as they grew near. Instantly she pulled back, mouth opening to protests, but before she could speak you shot up. Nearly crashing your teeth into hers you connected her lips to yours. Almost reflexively she relaxed. Her body untensing as she moved to cup your face once more. You pulled her to you by her shirt. Closing the space between you. Slowly the two of you broke away as you left a trail of pecks across her nose down to her jawline.

“I’m not needy,” she muttered, playing with the hairs at the top of your neck while you continued to litter her with your much needed affection. Nancy felt your lips turn into a smile as your teeth brushed against her neck.

“You are a little bit.”

#200 followers #nancy wheeler x yn #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x reader

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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Hi! I would love to participate in your 200 followers event if I may? I want to request: Yellow - by Coldplay with Kenma please :3 thank you so much! And congratulations once again! ❤️❤️

Love,

Suzy

AHHH yes ofc!! and ty :) i’m so sorry this took so long, but it’s here and i hope you enjoy it <33

i literally looked up a chart of the stars in tokyo from april 2016 (it gave me a random year idk either) for this fic to make it as accurate as possible, but i realized that i don’t really know how to read a star chart so if you happen to know a lot abt stars and where you can see certain constellations, pls forgive me for any inaccuracies k thx <3

(...also if you follow my side blog, you’ll find that a couple of the constellations/stars i chose weren’t random and picked as a little haha moment)

gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, this might be one of my favourite things ever??

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you know i love you so // look at the stars, look how they shine for you and all the things that you do

“c’mon, kenma! hurry up!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming just hold on one second,” your boyfriend grumbled a few meters down the hill you were standing on top of. you ignored his teasing remarks about patience being a virtue.

it was date night and you got to choose the activity this time. you tried to keep it a secret for as long as you could, appeasing your boyfriend’s worries with lots of don’t worry, you’ll like it i promise!’s throughout the week.

but the second you pulled out your designated picnic blanket and told him to get in the car, he knew immediately what you had planned for the night.

when he was finally closer to the top of the hill (which was located in a park about 45 minutes from your apartment, just outside the city, but the trip was made longer by you insisting on getting take out for the excursion), he looked up at you and took in a sharp breath.

the way the moonlight was hitting your skin, making your eyes shine brighter than usual, and the backdrop of the stars sparkling behind you... if he could take a mental picture and store it away to remember in perfect detail later, he would. he was in awe of your entire being.

(which wasn’t exactly a new feeling for him, but it was definitely worth noting that it was ten times more intense in that moment.) he wondered everyday how he managed to get someone like you to love him as much as he loved them.

he watched as you turned around and started to set the blanket down brows furrowing at the wrinkles that remained. setting the pillows down in the middle, he helped you pull the corners further apart to make the fabric smoother.

you beamed up at him and kissed his cheek before arranging the pillows and plopping down on top of one, grabbing the bag of take out and setting it out. he followed your lead and sat down with you, happily taking part in the conversation and munching on the food.

after a while, you both laid back and stared up at the stars. “that one with the three lines spewing from the triangle is camelopardalis. and you see that really bright star off to the right of jupiter? that’s regulus. it’s part of the leo constellation.”

kenma was torn between falling asleep to the sound of your voice, looking at the stars you were pointing out or looking at you. he was certain that you’d pout if he fell asleep in the middle of your date, so he decided on splitting his time between the other two.

he really did admire the stars, even more so since he started dating you. whenever you went stargazing with him, you tried to make sure the stars would be in a different position so you could show him “a new sky every time” as you put it.

“i know it must be boring for someone who doesn’t really stargaze as a hobby,” you said sheepishly on your second stargazing excursion, a few months after the first one but already a year into the relationship. “but i think that even if you’re not into it, you can’t deny that looking up at the night sky without any city lights is a beautifully surreal experience.”

being there alone might be more daunting to him than surreal, looking up and feeling so insignificant in the universe compared to the dark expanse of the clear night sky, but as long as you were there to look up with him, he agreed. he didn’t feel small. it certainly was surreal.

because for some reason when you were apart, they didn’t shine as bright. even as a teenager when he would walk home with kuroo from late night practices, he didn’t remember them ever being so intense.

he knew it was because of the light pollution that came with being in the city, but he did also consider the possibility that it was all because of you.

you, who could convince him to get out of the city for moments like these, moments where the stars actually would appear brighter because of something you did.

you, who definitely deserved the stars’ best performance- you were special enough in his eyes and he hoped whatever higher power had your favourite pass time in their domain saw it too.

you, who lit up his world like the stars lit up the night sky.

you, you, you...

“i love you,” he interrupted what you were saying completely on accident. he hadn’t meant to let it slip, but he couldn’t help it after seeing the reflection of the moonlight in your eyes again. the excited look on your face as you kept naming stars and constellations.

you turned to face him, a shy expression appearing.

a small smile formed on his lips.

“i love you too, kenma.”

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the ending is a bit bleh but other than that, i really like this one.

#rev's 200 follower event <3 #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x reader #nekoma fluff

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200 follower special - prompt 27

"Don't you dare touch them."

Warnings: Almost mugging/robbery. Jokes about foot fetish. Some swearing. Violence (Marc can get scary). An almost panic attack. Angsty, but happy-ish ending. This took a turn as it wasn't supposed to end up with Marc punching anyone. Also it got away from me and I'm not 100% happy with it. Not proof-read. Word count: 2,680 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Requested by @jupitersmoon167 for my 200 follower special. Let's ignore the fact this was supposed to be out two days ago, I had something going on with my son and his school which needed sorting.

It had been a long and trying month. It was nearly the year end and your company was tying up all its loose ends, including audits and finalising accounts and payments, which meant strict deadlines and pissed off managers who were just as stressed as you and took it out on you lowly workers. After this particularly bad week, you were seriously debating not bothering to come back in again on Monday.

To top it off, there was another tube strike, so you had to get the bus home; with what seemed like the rest of London. You’d sent the system a text about how late you’d be home, that it was downright freezing and you wished that working from home was still an option. Steven had sent back a text telling you he’d pop the kettle on for when you were home, and he’d have your cosiest pyjamas laid out for you, and you could both cuddle in the blanket watching terrible Friday night TV.

You held back a groan of relief. It sounded like heaven.

But when you actually got back to your shared flat with the boys, it wasn’t Steven who greeted you at the door. Marc had forgoed all of Steven’s warm, cosy plans, and had actually booked a last-minute table at your favourite restaurant by Covent Garden.

Ideally, you would rather have gone with Steven’s plan, something that didn’t involve you taking another step out of the flat but you couldn’t say no to Marc. As of late, he’d been working long hours and you had barely seen him, even when it was his fronting days, it was usually Steven or Jake to greet you at the door. You’d missed Marc.

So you made yourself get ready as quickly as you could, wearing that nice new shirt you had been meaning to wear, with the boots that Marc liked on you. You didn’t miss the appreciative look he gave you, biting his lip and rubbing at his neck as he averted his gaze from you, muttering you were going to be late if you both didn’t get a move on.

You made a teasing quip about having to leave at all, something Marc had chuckled at as he locked the flat up.

You both decided to get a taxi to Coven Garden, something you tried to avoid with the boys since Jake always had something to say about the taxi drivers and what a ‘bad job they’re doing’. Traffic had calmed a little since you go home, although still busy and you barely made it to the restaurant.

“So tough day at work?” Marc asked you as you sat at your table.

“Tough month, but this week was particularly bad,” you replied, not being able to resist rolling your eyes at the thought of having to go back into work on Monday and do it all again.

“Tell me about it,” Marc said, sliding his hand into yours, giving you that smile that you loved so much.

Dinner was wonderful. You’d tried to keep the ‘shop talk’ to a minimum, but it was hard when Marc was being so caring and telling you how you could do so much better than a place like that. You decided then and there to make your New Year’s Resolution to leave and find somewhere else. As Marc said, “Your talents are wasted there.”

You had chuckled at him as the waitress had cleared your plates. “I wouldn’t say my Excel skills are ‘talents’ but thank you. Maybe I can write a book or something. Or go on FeetFinder and put my piggies to work.”

Marc snorted with laughter into his wine glass as the waitress gave you a comical look, her own cheeks red as she looked between you both. “Will we be looking at dessert tonight?”

Marc shook his head as he placed his now empty wineglass down. “Just the bill, please, thank you.”

The waitress nodded before walking away. You looked at Marc with a raised eyebrow. “You usually love dessert.”

“Jake’s got a tub of Viennetta ice cream back at the flat that I’ve been eyeing up and he hasn’t opened it yet.”

You grinned before giving him a mockingly scathing look. “Jake won’t be happy about that.”

“Well he decided to leave it unattended with me around, so that’s his own fault.”

The smile slowly fell from your face before you cleared your throat. “So…why did you front tonight?”

Marc raised an eyebrow at you, his look going stern.

You shook your head. “That’s not what I meant. I meant that Steven was fronting when I left work, but it was you when I got home. You’ve been…busy, I suppose. I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Marc studied you for a moment before sighing, reaching over the table to cup your hands in his own, giving them a squeeze as he looked into your eyes. You felt yourself melt on the inside. You found yourself on multiple occasions getting lost in those brown eyes, with all your boys. The eyes were always different; Steven’s were always soft, and they looked at you like you hung the stars. Jake looked at you, always, with uncertainty, like you were about to bolt. But he was just as touch starved as Marc was and was always stuck by your side.

Marc always looked at you like a saviour. Like you gave him air, that you were the light of his life, always the one to bring him back to whatever dark place he went to sometimes. He couldn’t survive without you, and didn’t you know it by the look in his eyes. But like Jake, he too, thought you would leave at the drop of a hat, unable to handle the baggage he carried.

You wouldn’t ever leave them. Never ever.

“I’m sorry,” Marc answered. “I did realise how absent I was being and that’s why I told him I was going to take you out tonight. He argued with me, obviously, but yeah…”

You give a smile as the waitress brought over your bill, Marc already digging for his wallet in his pocket, asking for the card machine. He paid swiftly, leaving a generous tip, before standing and helping you with your jacket. You grit your teeth, mentally preparing yourself for going back out into the cold.

“Winter has never been your season,” Marc chuckled at you as you both left the restaurant, your arms around your middle against the chill.

You couldn’t reply, your teeth already chattering together as Marc lead you towards the taxi rank a few streets down. As if the cold didn’t affect him, Marc wrapped his arm around you and chatted away, telling you about how there was still time for a hot drink and a hot bath, and you giggled at the way he seductively mentioned he could join you. He buried his head into your neck, giving a few light kisses, causing you to giggle more.

You turned the corner onto the quiet street where the taxis usually were, but it was empty. You mentally cursed the closures of the tube stations and the shortage of taxis, not sure how willing you were to wait any longer in the cold. You were about to turn to Marc and suggest getting the next available bus, but you were cut off by an alarmed voice, a bit too loud on the quiet street.

“You best give me your wallets and any valuables.”

You looked at the person stood in front of you, a chill going through your body and it wasn’t because of the cold weather. He had a hood up and a medical mask over the bottom half of his face, leaving no features available. In his hand, he had a knife sat casually (a casually as a robbery could be) by his hip, his other hand out towards you and Marc, waiting oddly patient.

Marc almost chuckled. “You don’t want to do this, buddy.”

“Don’t ’buddy’ me,” the man snapped, taking a step towards you both. You grip Marc’s arm hard, your eyes wide as you try to breathe, the fear sitting icy in your chest. “Give me your shit before you get hurt.”

“Hey, back the fuck off,” Marc said, taking a step forward. You grip his arm even tighter, your fingers feeling numb against Marc’s jacket.

“Marc,” you whispered, pulling him back a little, but it was as if he didn’t hear you.

“Don’t mess with me, mate,” said the robber. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing you. You let out a scream as the man started to force himself in your pockets, but he was pulled from you just as quickly as he was on you.

“Don't you dare touch them.” Marc threw the man to the floor so violently, you were surprised he hadn’t cracked the pavement.

Marc was on top of the man in a blink, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt roughly. You had seen Marc pissed; you were around for the last few ‘favours’ he owed Khonshu…but this was something else.

It was like Marc had been taken over by an angry demon. He sent punch after punch to the man’s face, until the robber was about to black out. He wasn’t stopping. You could hear him repeating not to touch you, to never touch you. If he didn’t stop, he would kill this man, and you know he wouldn’t be able to live with that, even if the man was trying to rob you both. You reached forward, placing your hand on Marc’s shoulder as you called him, jumping back when he looked at you with wide eyes, looking at you as if he just remembered where he was. He looked down at the man underneath him, who was groaning, his mask crooked and splattered with blood.

Marc scrambled up, standing quickly as he looked at his hands. He was shaking, his breathing heavy but you could see the panic in his eyes. He looked at you desperately, before he started shaking his head. “I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t…I can’t – “

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you said, reaching towards him gently, like a deer on the verge of bolting, before sliding your hand up his arm, resting your palm on his cheek. “It’s fine. You just made a snap judgement, we were both in danger. Would you feel better calling an ambulance?”

At that, the man on the floor groaned again, turning on his side, coughing a little. Marc stared at the man for a few moments before nodding his head. You knew he wasn’t far from going into the headspace, so you took it upon yourself to call for an ambulance, and you asked for to police too (the guy was still trying to rob you at knife point).

By the time the police and ambulance arrived, you had given your statemen to the police, Marc having taken a sit down a while ago at the doorstep of a building, his head buried in his hands. The police had taken the knife as evidence and took down your details, letting you know that if anything needed to be taken further, then they would call you, but it had sounded like self defence so there was probably nothing to worry about. You thanked them again before turning back to Marc, whose breathing seemed to have calmed down.

“Shall we go home?” You weren’t sure who you were talking to.

It took a few moments, but when those brown eyes looked up at you when he lifted his head, it was still Marc. He looked at you with a scared look on his face, before slowly nodding at you. You stood, slipping his hand into yours, holding it so tightly that you were afraid he was going to cut off your circulation. You both walked in silence, silently and mutually deciding that getting a taxi somewhere else was probably for the best. You needed to get away from that taxi rank.

“I’m sorry.”

You look at Marc with wide eyes. He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the floor, the anguish still on his face. You frowned at him before shaking your head. “You don’t have to apologise, you were just protecting me.”

“I could’ve killed him. He put his hands on you and I saw red.”

“But you didn’t,” you said, Marc finally looking at you, an uncertain look on his face. “You didn’t kill him. It didn’t get that far. He was even still conscious. Barely, but still conscious.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

You stopped walking, pulling him towards you so he’d look at you square in the face. You let go of his hand, cupping his cheeks. “Now listen to me. It was a very scary situation and he wasn’t a good guy. He was going to steal from us. Wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were still working for Khonshu?”

Marc grimaced.

You pulled a face. “I know, sorry. That was a bad example.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this ever again. Not since we cut ties with the stupid bird.”

Your heart was breaking for him. He didn’t deserve to feel the way he was. He was the most loving man you’d ever met, even when he’d had a lot thrown at him. Marc deserved everything good in the world, even when things got bad. He was your rock like you were his. He need to know he was worthy of forgiveness and love and warmth and security, even when he slipped.

“That feeling won’t ever go away, but it doesn’t make you a bad person, Marc,” you said, your hands landing on his shoulders. “I think because you feel remorse it makes you a good person. You had a debt and you were dealt a shitty hand and you were used. It’s not your fault.”

The tears pooling in his eyes made your heart break just that little bit more. Marc sniffed loudly as he turned away from you again, looking down at the floor. You know that he didn’t believe you; you know he wanted to, but he wasn’t quite there yet. But with the help of you, Steven, and Jake, and even Layla, Marc was safe, and secure, and he would get there one day.

“Let’s go home,” you finally say. “Let’s go home, and we can have that hot bath that I’ve been thinking about all evening, and we can cuddle in bed. I’ll even bring out the electric blanket.”

Marc lets out a quiet, small chuckle, finally looking back at you. The spark to his eyes had come back a little. Not much, but it was there. “Really splashing out, huh?”

“It’s freezing,” you complained again, slipping your hand back into Marc’s as you both walk to the busier streets of London, a few more cars on the road. You felt safer with more people around too. “Also, we need to get our hands on that Viennetta before Jake.”

There was silence for a few moment and you wondered if Marc had gone back into his head again, only for him to stop you abruptly to cup your face and meet your lips with his own. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out a small groan, enough for him to grin into the kiss, instantly warming you from the inside. You leaned into him, practically trying to get into his skin, wanting to be as close as possible before he parted from you.

You take in a sharp breath as you open your eyes, looking at him with such love and devotion that the events of earlier that evening momentarily left Marc’s mind. He looked at you with an equal look of adoration. “I love you. Thank you for loving me.”

You smile, leaning into him again like a lovestruck teenager (which you wouldn’t deny). “And thank you for loving me.”

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector #oscar isaac #200 follower special

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atom-writings · 1 year

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this may be a weird request and feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable doing it for whatever reason but I saw the request with a British S/O and I thought how about main 8 with a Jewish S/O? Being Jewish myself I just wanna see some S/O representation cuz there's almost 0 in the hetalia fandom and it'd make my week ❤️ ty in advance 😭 (this was longer than I meant it to be ahh sorryyy)

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Jewish S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N omg this is not a weird request at all!!! Im very happy to do this one!!!! Recently i have been seriously considering converting but idk wher to start fjkhjf sorry for taking so long!! PLS LET ME KNOW IF I SAID ANYTHING INACCURATE DEAR LORD

Trigger Warning: Religious stuff obviously, other than that just Fluff!

Alfred supports and loves you completely! His country was supposed to be a land of religious freedom, and he will defend that right to his death, goddamnit!

He has some basic knowledge of the Jewish faith, but most of the information he’s been told is horribly Christianized. A lot of is inaccurate, but rarely downright offensive. So when you correct him, he’ll end up asking a million follow-up questions. Maybe just bring him next time along you go to synagogue…

Now, anyone whose friends with him, is gonna know just as much as he does. If any religious thing gets brought up, he’s immediately trying to educate the rest of them on Judaism. It’s cute but… he’s also maybe a bit too enthusiastic. It’s like trivia night but the trivia is just things you’ve told him about your faith.

As happy as he is to spend time relaxing during Shabbat, he may get a little antsy… and a little annoying. It’s probably all that capitalist wiring messing up his brain, he’ll get used to it eventually.

Arthur has never delved deep into any religion since… well… not since the BCs. So your religion plays no part in his feelings towards you, he’d love you the same no matter what.

Even if he develops some affection for your faith, it’s unlikely he’ll be open to converting. Nothing personal, he supports you completely, it’s just… he’s just found that being religious leads to much more conflict than he prefers.

But… if you want a wedding soon, he’s all in from the start. His country is known for their weddings, remember? And now the two of you will have to somehow throw the biggest Jewish wedding in the whole of Europe. Under your guidance, of course. Really, it’s just that Arthur wants to prove something about the two of you. But at least your family will have fun. Maybe.

Most of the holidays you celebrate, he won’t join in on unless you beg. He tells you it’s because he’s a protestant (he’s not,) but really he just feels like he’s intruding on your culture. But the days spent deliberately relaxing, doing nothing but eating traditional food? He can get behind those pretty easily.

Francis sees your Jewishness as nothing more than another fascinating piece in the painting that you are. If something is important to you, it’ll become important to him too!

Depending on your devotion level, he’ll try to support you as much as possible. But if your life revolves around your faith, he may get a little concerned. I mean, being devoted is great! But your health and safety should come first as well. At least, that’s what he believes.

He himself, subscribes to no religion. Throughout the centuries, he’s passed from one to another, even being Jewish for a decade or two! But… that was also in the 200s… and he didn’t really commit. But if you want him to commit this time, he is absolutely ready to.

Oh, and the holidays? He would love to join you in observing them. Even the one which involve worship, he’ll happily do it as well, if you would want him to. He’ll even make a bunch of food to bring! Having such a strong community is something that’s really important to him, so he’d love to share that with you.

Whatever you believe in, it makes no difference to Yao. As long as you don’t think he’s going to hell, he’s cool with it… oh, you don’t believe there is a hell? Even better then!

He has seen many different belief systems rise and fall, so he’s never been that religious himself. The only thing he’s ever truly believed in were the things taught to him at birth, and even then he questions. But whatever makes sense to you, he’ll go along with it as well.

If you’re uber-devoted, it’s one of the main things he admires about you. It shows your courage and the strength of your ethics. Both traits he shares with you! Just… about different things. But if you’re not super into your faith, that’s totally fine too. That just means he doesn’t have to do as much.

As much as he loves taking things slow and enjoying the little things in life, he’s quite the workaholic at heart. After a few Shabbat weekends, he’s itching to just spend time working on his home projects. All of which are… pretty intense.

This is absolutely wonderful! Ivan would love a Jewish S/O, as he really respects the religion and culture surrounding it.

Surprisingly, for an Orthodox Christian, he’s very familiar with the faith. Especially its history with his own religion. He rationalizes the differences between you as simply different ways to worship the same thing. Whether or not that’s accurate is up for debate, but either way, he supports you fully.

He’d love to observe Shabbat with you! Setting aside time, specifically just to enjoy the peaceful, domestic beauties of life… he completely understands why this would be a holy practice. He’s a little upset his own people haven’t caught onto that yet… why doesn’t everyone do that?

He’s… very enthusiastic about the concept of marrying you. Regardless of whether his church approves or your synagogue, he believes you two can mix traditions and have the most wonderful wedding. After all, nothing about the two of you is conventional in the first place!

While Feliciano may be devout himself to another religion, he has nothing but love in his heart for yours. Your differences only bring you two closer!

Always the romantic, he’s already planning your wedding in his head. And he wants it to completely align with your faith’s traditions! He’s had plenty of his own weddings before now, so he’d love to make it special for you and your family. He’s been saving just for a grand wedding like that!

Considering how strongly Catholic he is, he knows quite a lot about Jewish history. Religion has always been one of his little fascinations… so he’s very enthusiastic about learning about your faith. He’ll be a little awkward at first, not knowing which questions are ok to ask, but eventually, he’ll figure it out.

If you ask him to, he’ll observe some holidays with you, but most of the time he goes out of his way not to. Just in the same way that he tries not to involve you in his own practices. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s overwriting your faith, and he’s careful not to intrude. He’s a bit overly sensitive in that way, but it means well.

While Ludwig himself does not care for religion, he respects your devotion greatly! Your beliefs harm no one, so he’ll happily support you in any way you ask of him.

Frankly, he’d probably be the most likely person on this list to convert. It reminds him of the faith his rulers have tried to instil in him, but in a more peaceful and traditional way that appeals to him. It wouldn’t take much of a push to get him all in-

Even if he doesn’t convert, he’s still nothing but happy to come along with anything you bring him to. He’ll be a little awkward, feeling out of place, at the start. But as long as you’re inviting him, he might as well get as much experience as he can!

Regardless of his current convictions, he’s unlikely to join you in observing any of the less vital holidays and practices. He’s still young for a nation and he’s quite the workaholic, so he’s always running from one place to the next. But if you get him to settle down and connect with himself more spiritually, it’d probably do him some good.

Kiku trusts you completely, so whatever religion you believe in, he’ll be right there beside you. Not in converting, per se, but he’ll gladly join you in any open celebrations or gatherings!

He shows his support for your beliefs in a… very Kiku way. He won’t bring it up often, but he’ll do a ton of research on his own time. You never have to remind him when an important holiday is coming up! He knows. And don’t worry, he’s got everything you need already. But will he come to synagogue with you? Well… maybe.

Frankly, I can’t imagine him being a marriage person. If that’s what you want, he’s totally up for it, but don’t expect him to do much planning himself. The one gripe he might have is just that he wants a small wedding… so hopefully, you do too.

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