#WHO IS HE PLSSSSS

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

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#a guy in my class keeps trying to get me to marry him bc this man rly wants pr #PLSSSSS #WHAT IS GOING ONNNNN #mehrtalks #fyi this a diff guy from before (not the one who wouldnt leave me alone and thank god he has a bit)

[caughtonwebcam]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

#MEMO BELOVED OH MY GODDDDD #I NEED TO KNOW WHO HES GONNA BE PLSSSSS #helluva boss #vivziepop #harvey guillen

[harriertail]

Me basically realising that the current RiverClan situation could be so interesting with both Tigerstar, Owlnose, and Splashtail as antagonists struggling for control over RiverClan while Tigerstar also has to deal with factions within his own Clan and a SkyClan-ThunderClan alliance who don’t trust him for meddling with RiverClan’s weak leadership, especially as Bramblestar grows older and weaker; but the Erins won’t do shit with it

#GODDDDD #owlnose is not a good leader tigerstar get rid of himmm #its good to me becoz like. owlnose shud be replaced but not by tigerstar. sovereignty and that. self determination my Gs #splashtail cosying up to tigerstar to be leader and then fucking rebelling against him but not to save RC but to make himself the true #leader of rc in a selfish move >>>> #plsplsplsplsplsssss omggggggg i want like. clan cats as antags again #i dont rlly want a big bad i want lots of lil antagonists who u can kinda sympathise with but also are like Yeah Thats Wrong #like tigerstar i get it but also stoppp omg ur not the usa and this isnt grenada 1983 omgggg #owlnose isnt rlly antag hes just pathetic lol #WAITTTT #bramblestar being a huge dick and removing squirrel from deputyship and then fucking dying for realsies and TC panicking like #fuck tigerstar is gonna come take over us now and allying with skyclan plsssss #windclan can just like idk sunbathe or smth #maybe they stay neutral. swizterland vibes. harestar wants no smoke #asc spoilers #spoilers

[nulltune]

@jiwone replied:    jiwoon vc: it means you're incredibly marriable~ you're a lot of people's "type" it seems, kishi-ssi!

❛   hm.  that still doesn't make much sense,  jiwoon.  anyone of legal age would be considered marriable,  not to mention—   ❜      a pause.      ❛   well,  i don't quite understand why i would be perceived in such a way.   ❜

❛   ... although,  i suppose i would not mind being the  ‘ type ’  of person that is liked by others.   ❜      spoken from a soft voice lacking emotion,  there was still nothing at all.

#jiwone #&&. replies #PLSSSSS GEM HE'S SUCH CUTE ???? JUST THE WAY HE SPEAKS MAKE ME GO SOOOOO #ahem ahem anyway- #i'm sorry for her she simply has . A lot of issues (putting it simply) #SVFMSBDMHCSKD #tfw she wants 2 find herself but she still doesn't know who she is and any bit of her identity is compromised of others 😕 H.akuno Moment

[1eos]

You know i really appreciate leos chin in these trying times. I literally spent 3 hours looking at some show my sister was watching going....do i KNOW these people? Cause the chin jobs all look the damn same that my face blindness is just getting Worst. Thank you Leo for being inhumanely pretty in an organic way😭

god i thought it was just me feeling like my face blindness is getting worse in the wake of everyone buying the same features 😭😭😭 its impossible to latch onto someone's uniqueness bc its gone in a few years the jaw shave + chin filler combo has been making it where i can't recognize ANYBODY. but leo? leonard? i could recognize him a mile away blind folded lol i feel like his momma was like 'look here twin don't get to messing w the pretty face i gave u' and he said yes maam 🫡 his beautiful banana chin been bananaing going on 33 years now!

#it still floors me how much he looks like his mom 😭😭😭 likeeee she ain't let no one else genetic material get on that #i wanted to kms when red velvet teasers for birthday dropped and i couldnt tell who was who without reading #the caption #like plsssss i feel like such a bad fan pls stop merging into one girl

[cospinol]

also I was rereading ahead in the arc looking for kika scenes and I forgot hou mei said this…

the context is that he’s talking about how strong the younger generation is (b/c he just lost this whole massive campaign to shin and ou hon and is about to start physically running away from them lol) but gnfgnmmn the sentiment in the first part. explicitly evil thing to say

#*sadly adds this to my conspiracy board* #I do genuinely never want them to interact in canon again because recent kan ki antics have been BAD #and also I’m manifesting that it physically won’t be possible bc kan ki will die in northern zhao plsssss🙏 pls kill him #BUT LIKE I have demons in me and their little coalition interactions ARE overwhelmingly ****… adjacent #one thing you have to give kan ki is that he’s the only person who’s provided the specific flavour of hou mei Bullying that I want to see #bc [redacted] multi layer projection etc etc #txt #kingdomposting #need to just write this fic I’ve been bouncing around the concept of and then I’ll be exorcised (<- lying) #maybe I will write it in celebration when ri boku kills him 🙏 pls🙏

[venusssssssssss]

ngl stopped feeling bad for women putting up with shitty men and defending their behavior just because they don't want to be alone

#setting feminism 100 years back just dump your shitty men #there s this viral video on tik tok about a woman who bought xmas presents for everyone in the house and she got none. ZERO #(0 gifts in 10 yrs btw) and her husband was filming and laughing and she still defended him when ppl in the comments told her the truth #like no u just have a shitty life divorce him and take your children with you. and this is not about the gifts ok? she isn't valued #i see this in the women in my life as well but as i said i stopped feeling bad for them. at the end of the day it's your choice #men get to do anything while women babysit them. it's so gross. they weaponize their incapability to just do ZERO shit lmao #i d rather be happy and alone than end up with someone like that dude (and with kids he puts no effort in raising) good god #fucking wake up women of the world #my childhood friend is dating a misogynistic man who is an Andrew Tate fan just because she had no boyfriend before #like im sorry but you're a fucking 26 yo woman not a baby....plsssss. and that man harrased some girls on a trip we were on #i also confronted her about it and she doesnt care. so i m not gonna be there for her when that incel does something altho i doubt #she ll even wake up and see the truth. it s embarassing #txt

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “not-so-random suggestive and non-suggestive” prompts 

“How was your sleep?” “Mm.. It was good. Better.” “Better how?” “Better because you’re here.” (THE WAY I GOT SO FLUSTERED WTF)

“That’s my girl/boy,” Character B murmurs in a hushed voice, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair while Character A rests their head on their chest, trying to catch their breath. (THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT INTERNALLY, THE AUDACITY HE AUDACITIED??? WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSEEEE MEEEEEE??? BTW, SIR, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS IN THE MORNING-)

“Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make,” Character B groans, thrusting their hips up into Character A’s and Character A whimpering softly at that. (Okay so I added the fuck at the start because it’s hotter this way bUTTTT WKGKSKFS PLSSSSS I JUST- OH MY GOD, I think I just realised that dialogue to me is SO IMPORTANT LMFAOOO)

“There are two hot things in this room right now: you, and the temperature.” (LET ME BREATHE, DAMNNNN) 

“Mmm, I’m gonna hog the bed so you can’t get on,” Character A murmurs, laying sprawled out on the bed. “That’s fine, I can just lay on you,” Character B says, making their way to the bed. “…Are you calling me a bed?” Character A questions as Character B gets on top of them, careful not to crush them under their weight. “Yeah, you're my bed,” Character B murmurs, snuggling close to Character A. (FUCKCKKCKXKDKKSKGKAKD HE’S JUST OUT HERE FLIRTING TO THE MAX WITH ME AND LEAVING ME SPEECHLESS TF)

“I told you my bed’s cozy,” Character B says, chuckling as they make their way over to Character A, who’s snuggled up under the covers. They pull the cover back and climb into the bed next to Character A, wrapping their arms around them. “And now it’s even cozier,” Character B murmurs into Character A’s neck. “Because you’re here?” Character A questions playfully. “Yeah,” Character B answers.

A laughter filled tickling play fight session somehow turning into them making out, turning into Character A straddling Character B, head thrown back in pleasure as they grind their hips against Character B’s while Character B holds onto their hips, thrusts matching the momentum of Character A’s movements.  

Spending way too much time tickling each other, peals of laughter coming from them both as they both try to attack each other’s sensitive spots. (His laughter is so cute AND I REALLY MISS HIM PLS WJDSK)

Morning cuddles and kisses as sunlight spills into the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get there, yeah?” (MY HONEST REACTION WAS LITERALLY “???” I JUST?? WHAT?? SINCE WHEN WAS HE- AND HIM SWEARING? HOT HOT HOT HOT WKGKAKS)

Character A taking Character B’s hand into theirs while they’re driving. “You can drive with one hand, right?” they ask with a little grin, and Character B chuckles and nods. “Of course I can.” (HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND IS SO HOT BYE)

Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (can he PLEASE manhandle me-)

“Okay, I’ll let you tickle me wherever you want if you give me one kiss.” (He lied a few times AHAHA, dodged my attacks instead after I gave him his kisses bruhhh) 

Character B lending their clothes to Character A since Character A’s staying the night. (The way I smelled like him AHHHH)

The soft “yeah?” Character B would mutter in response when they’re messing around with Character A and noises would fall from Character A’s mouth, involuntarily.

Stopping their play fight every now and again to kiss each other. 

Character B flirting with Character A and Character A not knowing how to respond other than half groaning and half laughing and calling them insufferable (affectionately). (Like I said, I’m romantically constipated-) 

Character B laughing every time Character A calls them annoying and insufferable whenever they flirt with them. 

Character A leaning in to kiss Character B… And then using that opportunity to tickle them when Character B’s guards are down. 

Them just laughing with each other at the dumbest shit until they’re out of breath; finding comfort and joy in each other’s company. 

Character A teasing Character B with how ticklish they are on certain spots. 

Character B tugging at the hem of Character A’s top, wanting to take it off, but Character A shakes their head and Character B immediately respects that by backing off a bit. (I’m including this because I don’t think people understand that any signs of no means no. Some people need to take notes for real)

“So… Are you going to stay over tonight?” “…Mm, maybe next time.” “You always say next time, though.” (EWLKNFWELN He really wanted me to stay, and I clearly folded so um pwnfewklnf) 

“I’m sorry if I’m like… Slow with all of this? I’m not experienced with any of this, and I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t think I’m ready for… You know.” “And that’s fine. Like I said, we’ll take it slow; we’ve got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other, hm?” (WHEN I SAY I WAS GOING WEKJFNEWJKNEWFLN WHEN HE REASSURED ME, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHH)

Character B climbing back into bed after taking their morning shower to get more cuddles in with Character A before they have to go to work.

“You can just change in here if you want.” (WO4HKLWFN THIS FUCKING MAN LMFAOOO, the way I didn’t listen and went to the bathroom to change because I’m still feeling too embarrassed to change in front of him even though he’s kind of seen me topless before)

Hugging each other a little tighter, and Character A mumbling, “God, I really don’t want to leave” before they part ways.

“The way you keep running around in my mind everyday… How dare you?” Character A mumbles. “Well, is there a problem with that?” Character B questions with a chuckle. (I’m bold for this one, praise me LKNEFKLNWG)

The constant check ins from Character B, to make sure Character A’s all good and well. (every prompt list has this because it’s something I’ll always fucking harp on about lmao)

Character B grasping Character A’s wrists so they’d stop attacking their ticklish spots, pulling them in for a kiss instead. (He did this SO MANY TIMES AND FAILED SO MANY TIMES AHAHA, I’m a sneaky menace) 

Character A pulling the Spiderman kiss on Character B while Character B’s lying down. (I WANNA KISS HIM MORE FUCKSLKFNES’F)

Character A waking up in Character B’s clothes and in their bed, hair all mussed up and sporting a faint mark on their neck. (I think I uh… I think I like having marks on my neck?? Made by him, specifically, IDK wpeofnew;nf)

Get home safe! Love you lots and lots, Character B texts Character A. (THE WAY I SMILED WHEN I SAW HIS TEXT WHILE HEADING TO THE STATION AHAHA, it wasn’t even ten minutes since we parted and he sent me this and I was fangirling about it to my friends AHAHA) 

“Aren’t you going to get up now? You gotta get to work,” Character A says, poking Character B’s side. “Mmm, five more minutes,” Character B murmurs, pulling Character A closer to them. (HE’S SO CLINGY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHDFOEKNF)

Character A realising they might actually be falling in love, slowly but surely, with Character B. (YEAH SO THIS IS A REVELATION AND A HALF AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT) 

#long post #based on personal experience 😮‍💨 #so sorry for all of the commentary HAHAH #and yes before you say anything i’m living the fanfic life for you all LESNFNLK #cat guy chronicles #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompts #writing scenarios #otp prompts #suggestive prompts #smut prompts #fluff prompts #non-suggestive prompts

[hanrinz]

going insane for a man named shidou ryusei

#GOD IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM #I'LL ACTUALLY CRY #he can kick me and I'll tell him to do it again #I CAN'T DO THIS RN #GAWWWWWWWW #him and sae 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 #just one chance plsssss #GRRRREAAAAHHHWUAHH #omg #ahem #he's nothin special just my lil skrunkly who's so obsessed with explosion or wtv tf he means by that #my sunday would be complete😋😋 #and like reo content finally #im so normal #rosie talks #im gonna shut up and do my chores #he's actually here omgomgomgomgomgvgg #okay i'll stop now🙁

[carcinized]

ZIMMERMAN REDEEMED HIMSELF WOOOO

#FOULED A GUY IN THE PENALTY BOX LEADING TO A PENALTY KICK WHICH TIED THE GAME #AND THEN TODAY STOPPED A GOAL THAT WOULD HAVE TIED THE GAME #HES REDEEMED HIMSELF. GOOD JOB ZIMMERMAN #also good job US in general!!! did not think we were gonna win. or think i was gonna be rooting for us #its not about the US its about those kids out there playing the hardest thyeve played in their lives. theyre such a young team its hard for #me not to cheer them on. theyre the underdogs!!!!! #mexico vs saudi arabia tomorrow LITERALLY going to cry if mexico doesnt make it out of the group stage #anyways . woo football :] #tobin talks #dude it was wild tho ppl were actually watching the game today tho. in AMERICA #kids were crowded around phones watching and cheering dude it was fucking WILD #cannot stress enough that i live in AMERICA #everyone where i live whos invested in the world cup is rooting for. another country bc theyre from immigrant families #BUT THATS KIND OF CHANGING ?? I WAS SO SURPRISED #WHEN THE US SCORED THERE WAS /SCREAMING/. I WASNT WATCHING THE GAME LIVE BUT I KNEW #it was wild. PLSSSSS LET SOCCER BECOME A BIGGER SPORT HERE ID CRY /POS

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode one :: SELFISH.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x singer!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔five years worth of love thrown away in the trash, all at y/n’s expense.

fc – wonyoung jang (aged up to 28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕cheating, angst.

[may, 15 2023]

y/n

♡ liked by redbullracing, danielricciardo and 4,294,103 others.

y/n here’s to five years of u being fuckin annoying. i love you maximilian.

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→ username LMFAOOOO 😭

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username how much is her paying her bc HOW

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username five years later and i still don’t think he’s good enough for her

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; honey badger

honey badger: where are you

y/n: ???

y/n: in the studio rn, do u need anything?

honey badger: huh

honey badger: wait are you not coming?

honey badger: i thought we were doing

karaoke together ☹️

y/n: bro what are u talking about

y/n: come where? i already have plans tonight

honey badger: i’m ??

honey badger: hold on

y/n: …danny? 😀

honey badger: bro why aren’t you here

y/n: BROS NOT MAKING SENSE 🔥 🔥 🔥

honey badger: bae we’re all at the usual club

rn and i was wondering why you’re not here 😃

y/n:…

y/n: now who the fuck is we.

honey badger: 😭😭😭😭

honey badger: bro how do u not know

honey badger: didn’t max tell you? we’re supposed

to go out

honey badger: y/n?

y/n: wait

y/n: oh this motherfucker

honey badger: wait what

y/n: is max with you

honey badger: bestie i’m scared what’s going on

yn: we’ve been fighting recently

y/n: him and i are supposed to go out

for our anniversary and to talk things out

why the fuck is he at a fucking club

y/n: and he didn’t even fucking tell me

y/n: this the second year in a row what

the fuck is his fucking problem

honey badger: wOAHHHHHH

honey badger: HOLD ONNNN

honey badger: CALL ME RNNN

☆ IMESSAGE with ; funeral guest list.

honey badger removed maximilian!

honey badger: y/n pick up the phone

honey badger: come on please

chal eclair: y/n please answer the call

my baby lando: y/n please

alabono: i’m sorry we couldn’t stop him

chal eclair: ^^^

chili!: y/n come on now

chili!: y/n please answer the call amor

princess george: y/n we know it’s hard but we need to know if you’re okay

PIERRE GASLYYYY: we’re all worried y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: GUYS SHE ANSWERED KIKA’S CALL

chal eclair: i see how it is y/n 😐

my baby lando: mom do u not love me anymore

chili!: woooooowwwwww okay y/n

honey badger: all of you shut the fuck up

honey badger: pierre what’s kika saying

alabono: lily and carmen are on their way to you y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: she’s crying

PIERRE GASLYYYY: while cussing out max

PIERRE GASLYYYY: but crying hard

chili!: so y/n of her

my baby lando: real

yukino: i will run him over for you 💕

chal eclair: okay relax

chili!: true

my baby lando: yes but not now

honey badger: y/n say something

alabono: lily and carmen are with her now

alabono: she’s not okay guys 😕

yukino: what are they saying

alabono: she’s crying really hard and isn’t breathing well

my baby lando: WHAT ELSE

chal eclair: IS SHE SAFE

honey badger: DOES SHE NEED ANYTHING

chili!: alex i swear to god 😃

alabono: she’s safe and doesn’t need anything rn. lily and carmen are gonna sleep over w her, they won’t leave her alone

princess george: oh okay thank god

my baby lando: i blocked max but someone tell him it’s on fucking sight when i see him

chal eclair: i second that

yukino: count me in

PIERRE GASLYYYY: kika said we’re setting his house on fire

alabono: bringing the gas

#max verstappen x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #alex albon x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #pierre gasly x trader #lando norris x reader #george russell x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 #f1 fanfiction #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you

[questionableratatouille00]

Really weird but could I request a fic with the reader asking Bucky if she could put o bow on *it* PLSSSSS

Anon if you intended for this to be sexual you have come to the WRONG circus lmao

I hope you enjoy!

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃’ 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹 (𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: As per request, the reader asks Bucky if she can put a bow on it.

Warnings: Vague descriptions of male genitalia, non-sexual nudity, mentions of sex, let me know if there’s anything else.

You smiled devilishly when an idea popped into your mind.

Bucky, who was innocently rubbing up and down your back with his left hand, looked at you nervously.

“What does that face mean?” He chuckled as he looked at you. You adjusted yourself on the bed as you cuddled into him more.

“Oh, nothing.” You hummed. “Would you let me do something really weird if I asked?”

“That depends.” He murmured back. “What is it?”

You laughed into your hand. “Uhm, would you let me—“ you burst out laughing again.

“What?” He smiled at you, utterly confused but so in love.

“Would you let me tie a bow around your dick?”

Bucky swore he heard a record scratch.

“I’m sorry?” He coughed out.

“Like, could I put a ribbon around it?”

“For—for what?” He had an alarmed expression on his face.

“For funsies.”

“I’m sorry—you want to do..that to me for funsies?” He raises a brow. 

“You act like I’m asking to give you a shitty tattoo.” You chuckle.

He just shook his head, laughing a little to himself.

“Can I?” You asked again eagerly. 

He sighed. “If you’d like.” 

You grinned, sitting up and scrambling out of bed.

“You’re doing it right now?” He grumbled, clearly sad you’d stopped cuddling him.

“Relax, I’ll be there in a minute.” You mumbled back as you grabbed a pink ribbon. 

“I learned how to tie these kinds of bows off TikTok.” You explained as you settled yourself between his legs. 

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled out idly. He lifted his hips letting you slip his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. He reached for his phone to look at something on the internet. 

And you got to work on tying the perfect bow. 

Though it got slightly more difficult when your actions caused a certain reaction from Bucky. 

“Can you stop thinking about sex or whatever?” You huffed dramatically.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that me thinking about sex would be so inconvenient for you, the person who is literally holding my cock in her hands.” He grumbled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah.” You mumbled as you finished tying the perfect bow. “All done. Very pretty.” You stated proudly. 

“You’re..wild.” He said after a brief pause. 

You smiled, curling back up next to him. 

“Can I take it off now?” He reached his hand towards the bow, but you swatted it away.

“No.” 

A/n: I did it? Graphics by @saradika-graphics

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic

[luveline]

more girl dad! hotch plsssss 😫😫😩😩😩

hotch navigates his small family ♡ mom!reader, 1k

Hotch speaks with a softness you could spin into silk. "That's okay, sweetheart. You fill this one out for me next." 

You peer through the small gap in the door. Hotch is sitting behind his desk with a case file open in front of him, though you assume any photographs are sequestered away, because in his lap sits a small girl, a toddler with dark, neat hair and a matching frown. 

"This one next," she says, picking up her crayon. 

"That one next. Good job, I'll be finished in no time with you helping me." 

"And we can have… uhm…" 

"Rusks?" 

"Yes, please." 

Hotch leans down to kiss his daughter's small head gently. "You're so polite. How about we leave all this grown up work and get you a rusk now?"

She turns on his leg to slouch into his stomach. Hotch picks her up, the sleeves of his shirt tightening at his biceps as he wraps them behind her back and under her butt, pushing the office chair aside with a careful leg. 

He sees you in the doorway and smiles. 

"Hi, Mr. Hotchner," you say. 

"Hi, mommy," he says, directing Jane's little body your way so she can see you where you're standing outside of his home office. "What are you doing?" 

"Just coming to check on you both. And I need help with something." 

You've stopped expecting him to pass you whatever kid it is he's carrying anymore. When Aaron is home, he's home, and he's dearly attached to his young daughter. He'd be attached to Jack if he weren't constantly out in the backyard looking for toads. He kisses your cheek, careful not to squish Jane between you. "What do you need help with?" 

"I can't get the lid off of the pickles and I promised Jack I'd get him the biggest one." 

"Why are our children so hungry?" he asks, putting his hand behind your shoulder as you walk down the stairs together. "Could it be because they both refuse to eat their breakfast, even when mommy says you'll regret it?" 

"Breakfast?" Jane asks, blinking owlishly. 

You smile at her. "No, sweetheart. Let's have rusks and milk, should we? With honey. Dad's gonna make it just the way you like it." 

Jack is back in the house tracking mud footprints over every inch of the kitchen. Only then does Aaron pass you Jane. She's light and easy to hold, she doesn't wriggle or gripe. Despite her resting frown, she's a happy girl who's content to be passed from person to person. "Daddy?" she asks. 

"Two seconds." Jack stands guiltily by the fridge, looking down at his shoes and then up at the ceiling, like looking away will get rid of the mess. "Jack, we've talked about this. You can play in the yard when it's wet if you take your shoes off before you come in."

"Well, I thought my shoes would be more dry," Jack says. 

"You can't leave water everywhere. What if Y/N slipped while she was carrying your sister? Then they'd both be hurt." 

"I guess," Jack says. 

"We're gonna have to mop it up. You can help me, buddy. You remember where we put the mop bucket?" 

You prop Jane on the island by the sink basin. She immediately puts her hand under the faucet, fascinated by the automatic water. "Wow, lots of fuss," you say. 

Aaron helps Jack take off his messy shoes and puts the mop bucket into the basin with a heap of praise for Jane's assistance, such a good helper. He lifts Jack up to squirt cleaner into the water. He's still laughing when he sets him down. 

"Rusks, dad?" Jane asks. 

Aaron almost barrels you over trying to hold her, lifting her back into his arms to kiss her soft cheek. "I am, I promise." He gives you a pleading look. "Honey–" 

"Yeah, okay. I never do the mopping, anyways. Me and Jack will learn together." 

You can hear him drowning Jane in love and sweetness as you and Jack get to work. "It's like this, babe, we push the mop head into the drain so we can soak up all the muddy water, then rinse and repeat." You drop your voice to a whisper, hands slack on the handle. "Don't worry, I'll do all the hard work." 

"Can we still have pickles?" Jack asks. 

"Of course we can. Dad's not mad, he just doesn't like the mess. Quicker we clean up, the sooner we can have a snack. You're not super hungry, are you?" 

"I'm starving." 

You put the mop back in the bucket, looking Jack up and down. He looks like he could use some proper warming after his time outside in the late September cold, pale cheeks rosy and his nose kissed with chill. 

"Aaron? Me and Jack have to pause the mopping, we're hungry." 

"Pretend I believe you and sit down. I'll make you something." 

"We really are hungry, dad." 

Jack takes your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen table. It's an organised chaos, your work things, Aaron's coat, Jack's science project. Underneath it lays a carpet of baby toys and Jane's washables; she plays under the table often to be close to her dad when he's working and you're cooking, or he's cooking and you're reading. 

You put him in a seat next to the highchair where Jane spoons warm rusk-mush into her mouth hurriedly. Aaron has secured a baby pink bib around her neck with a safety pin and filled her little sippy cup with watered down orange juice. She looks as happy as you've ever seen her as she misses her own mouth. 

You fill Aaron's seat as he vacates it to watch her. You and Aaron are good at filling each other's gaps, parenthood akin to the world's most loving game of musical chairs, and you're just as good at being together, you'd say —he squeezes your shoulders as he leans down. "For the record, you know how to mop. I just don't see why you should." 

"That's the right idea," you say happily, laughing as he kisses your cheek. 

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[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Concussed

Request: do you think you could do some type of situation with luke where he has to clean a cut on your forehead or something? like that cute awkward moment 😭 (i hope this makes sense)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: blood mention

A/N: Plsssss I miss him sm, enjoy!!

Every single day, you fought actual, literal bad guys for a living. The worst of the worst– the kind local police needed help handling. You drew your weapon more than you could keep track of and chased unsubs down the street at least once a month. 

And yet, it was the bird feeder that did you in. 

To be fair– you figured technically, it was the ladder that you were standing on in a feeble attempt to hang the bird feeder that was the real culprit. But as you sat in the grass with a bruised ass and ego, you figured the details weren’t really that important. 

Once the initial shock from the whole ordeal wore off, you slowly started to stand up– emphasis on the slowly. Because it became inherently clear as soon as you tried to move that you’d been hit in the head harder than you initially thought. 

“Fuck,” you hissed as soon as your fingers grazed the sensitive spot on your forehead. When you pulled your hand away, you were horrified to see the thick, crimson liquid coating your fingers. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you winced, bracing your hands on your knees while you stood the rest of the way up. 

“You try to do something nice… like feed the fucking birds, and look what happens,” you muttered to the universe. “You fall on your ass and get concussed by a goddamn bird feeder.”

A concussion would definitely help explain the absurd amount of talking you were doing to absolutely nobody. 

With what little dignity you had left (which was practically zero) you picked up the smashed bird feeder from the ground and trudged across the lawn towards the open garage door. After setting it down near the overflowing trash bin, you dragged your feet the rest of the way inside. 

You made it about two feet before you heard a knock coming from the front door.

Frowning, you wondered who the hell would be knocking at your door at 11 o’clock on a Sunday morning. Your curiosity made you forget all about your almost-certain concussion, as you slid across the kitchen towards where the knocking continued. Because you weren’t a total idiot (bird feeder to the forehead aside) you peaked through the curtains cautiously, hoping to catch a glimpse of your visitor. Everything inside of you loosened the moment you laid eyes on Luke– the newest member of your team and your neighbor only four houses down (which you’d learned from a brief conversation with him only days ago). 

He was dressed in a plain, gray T-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, his muscular calves on full display. You watched for only a moment longer, trying to control the butterflies suddenly flying rampant through your stomach. Luke had only been a part of the team for a couple weeks, but you were already learning that he had this sort of effect on you. Something about his smile– or the way he laughed, or the way he told the funniest jokes, and always knew what to say when someone was having a tough day– or the way he so obviously cared about the people you helped and was always so empathetic… Come to think about it, you adored just about everything about Luke. 

Before he could catch you gawking over him through the window like an absolute lunatic, you snapped the blinds closed and made your way to the front door. As soon as you swung it open, you were faced with arguably the most handsome man you’d ever met. 

“Luke, hi!” you greeted happily.

But his face went from excited to horrified to angry in the blink of an eye.

“Y/N, what the hell?

His beautiful, warm eyes went dark as they swept over the length of you. And that was the moment you remembered what you currently looked like–

With all the excitement of seeing Luke, you had totally forgotten that you’d fallen off a ladder and mauled by a bird feeder only moments ago. 

His shock quickly turned to anger as he took a step forward, so that he was standing right in front of you. “Who did this?” he asked, his tone solid and protective. His hand hovered near your jaw but didn’t quite touch you. 

“What?” you shook your head, and winced as soon as you did. “No–”

“Y/N, who did this to you?” 

“No one–” you said quickly. “I mean– I did. Not on purpose–” you clarified. “I fell.”

“You fell?” he asked in disbelief, his tone softening just the slightest bit. 

You nodded. “I was trying to hang the bird feeder, but the ladder slipped on the leaves on the lawn. It was stupid–”

“Jesus,” Luke winced as his fingers ghosted along the edge of your jaw. You couldn’t help the sudden, sharp inhale through your lips the second that you felt his touch graze your skin. “I could’ve helped you with that, you know. Why didn’t you ask–”

“Because I didn’t think bird suet would be the death of me today,” you admitted feebly. You hoped the dirt and blood from your fall was at least hiding the blush creeping up your neck and cheeks.

A soft chuckle escaped Luke’s lips, but the look of concern remained. 

“That’s a pretty nasty cut,” he said. “Let me help you clean it up.”

“Oh that’s okay,” you waved him away. “You don’t have to do that–”

“Did you even notice that you had blood all over your collar?” he asked, nodding slightly. 

You look down quickly and groan as soon as you see that your beige pullover was stained in a dark shade of crimson. 

“I think you’re probably a little concussed,” he added. “At least let me make sure you’re not dealing with anything worse. I used to help the medic sometimes in the field. Plus– I brought homemade muffins.” 

Your eyes widened at the sight of the plastic container being raised in Luke’s other hand. “You brought baked goods?”

“Muffins– yes.”

A wave of emotions washed over you. You didn’t have the best dating history– there was the guy who kept you a secret from his entire family (wife that you had no idea about included), then there was the guy who would cancel all your dates to spend time playing video games with his friends. And how could you forget about the guy who would conveniently “forget” his wallet every time you went out. 

And now here you were– standing in front of a man you’d known for only a couple of weeks and he was bringing you homemade muffins. 

“I–” you stammered. “I don’t– I can’t–”

“Woah,” Luke said, taking another step forward. “Maybe you should sit down. I think you’re more concussed than we thought.”

You shook your head. “I’m not concussed. Or… I probably am. But I mean, I’m just shocked–” you admitted. “No one’s ever done something like this before.”

“You said pumpkin muffins reminded you of home– and then you said later that day that you were feeling homesick. So–” his voice trailed off. You thought you might have detected a hint of embarrassment in his tone. 

Your eyes widened even more. 

“This is making me sound way creepier than I am–” Luke stammered. “I just… I was baking anyway, and I had a can of pumpkin just lying around... I didn’t go out of my way or anything in a weird way…”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you said, meaning it. “Seriously, Luke. Thank you. I don’t… I don’t know how to repay you.”

“How about letting me help clean that cut up?” he asked, throwing you a cheeky grin. 

The corner of your mouth curled into a smile. “Fine,” you agreed, finally stepping back to let him inside. After closing the door, you turned to find him setting the plastic container down on the counter. 

“Where’s your first aid kit?” he asked. 

“Uh, under the sink in the bathroom,” you said, still convinced you hadn’t processed any of this yet. 

“And the bathroom is…” his voice trailed off. 

“Oh–” Luke looked so damn natural standing in your kitchen, you forgot he’d never actually been here before. “Down the hall, last door on the left.”

“Got it. Be right back.” With that, Luke was taking his uncharacteristically long strides down your hall before disappearing in the bathroom. 

For the first time since answering the door, you raised your hand and touched your temple. Wet liquid still coated your forehead, despite how much time had passed since the accident. Maybe it was a good thing you were agreeing to let Luke help. 

He was back in an instant, holding a damp washcloth and the small first aid kit you’d ordered online months ago, but hoping to never use. 

“In here,” he nodded towards the kitchen. “The lighting’s better.”

You nodded, realizing he really didn’t have to explain. You and your concussed brain would follow him just about anywhere. Your eyes really widened when he patted the counter, indicating that he wanted you to sit on it. 

You didn’t even question his logic though. Instead, you swiftly slipped onto the lip of the granite counter and waited aimlessly while Luke fished around your first aid kit for what he needed. You were level with him now, your gaze trailing down the length of his thick, muscular body. You studied the lines and curves of his skin better. You noticed every crease– every laugh line, every freckle. God, was he always this beautiful? 

Out of nowhere a smirk spread across his lips. “You’re staring.”

Blinking harshly, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, the bright light hitting your eyes and making you wince. “Fuck,” you grunted, dropping your head and squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Shit, you okay?” he asked carefully, dropping the kit to cup your cheek carefully. You felt the pressure on your neck ease as you allowed yourself to lean into his touch. 

Carefully you opened your eyes and nodded. “Yeah– just the light.”

“You’re definitely concussed,” he stated, eyes traveling from yours to the cut on your forehead. “Did you hurt anything else besides your forehead?”

“Is the gash not enough?” you asked dryly, missing the feeling of his touch the moment he moved his hand. 

Luke chuckled. “Oh, the gash is plenty. Just checking, though. Here–” you felt his touch against your face again. This time, his fingers grazed along your chin, tipping it slightly. “Can you lift just a bit for me?”

You nodded and moved your head in the direction he gestured. “'Atta girl,” he said, your stomach churning at his praise. You felt him press the washcloth to your temple gently, swiping up dried blood. As he neared the actual wound, you found yourself tensing up. But when you gripped the sleeve of his T-shirt, Luke didn’t even mention it. Instead he traced his thumb up and down your jaw soothingly and whispered reassurances. “I’m sorry, I know, I know–”

“It’s okay,” you said through gritted teeth. “It’s my own stupid fault. Too bad you didn’t show up just a few minutes earlier, you might have actually gotten to see the show.”

“So remind me again how this happened– you fell off a ladder?”

“Well, sort of,” you explained. “I was trying to hang my bird feeder– on the tall branch. But the ladder slipped on the leaves, which I’ve been meaning to rake for weeks now… and when I fell the bird feeder sort of fell too… on my head.”

You dared to steal a glance towards Luke. The second you did, you noticed him biting back a smile. 

“You can laugh,” you said defeatedly. “It’s completely ridiculous. A little stupid, too.”

“It’s not stupid,” he said, composing himself. 

“We took down a six foot unsub last week,” you reminded him. “Yet the bird feeder is what does me in.”

“Well… when you put it that way,” Luke smirked. 

“If anyone at work asks, you have to lie for me,” you pleaded. “Tell them it was something heroic.”

“I’ll tell them you saved a baby bird from a tree. Instead of letting it fall to its death, you broke the fall with your forehead.”

“That makes me sound so noble,” you laughed. 

“Get ready,” Luke warned as he dabbed some alcohol on a gauze pad. 

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to brace yourself, not even thinking as you moved to grip his bicep. 

“Squeeze as hard as you need,” he said softly. “Ready?” 

You weren’t. But you nodded anyway. 

The stinging sensation ripped through you, causing an onslaught of swear words to escape your lips. You gripped Luke’s arm desperately, your fingers digging into his skin. If you weren’t completely consumed by pain, you would’ve noticed how strong his muscles felt beneath your touch. 

“Almost done,” he murmured, dabbing a few more spots before finally setting down the gauze. “There. Breathe.”

You nodded, your eyes still snapped shut as you attempted to inhale and exhale.

“Good job,” he soothed. When you opened your eyes, your breath hitched when you noticed how close Luke’s face was to yours. 

His jaw tensed, shadows dancing across his face, and you immediately wished you could lean forward and just kiss that look of concern right off from his lips. Your eyes lingered on them for a beat too long– because you heard Luke clear his throat and tilt his head back. 

Embarrassed, you looked down at your hands folded in your lap. 

“Last step,” he said quietly, pulling a large bandaid and some antibiotic cream from the first aid kit. 

You nodded, shaking yourself out of the desire before holding your head up to give him better access to your cut. Carefully, Luke placed the cream and bandage over your cut. “There,” he murmured softly. 

His hand shifted on its own accord, fingers moving to brush loose strands of hair that had fallen into your face, before traveling down the length of your jaw, chin and neck. 

God, he really was beautiful. 

Luke smirked. “Thanks.”

“What?” you whispered. 

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

Oh, shit. Had you really said that out loud? And was that the concussion speaking or just this intense, surreal intoxication you felt for Luke?

Involuntarily, you sucked in a breath, and then you did something you knew you wouldn’t have been brave enough to do unless you really were concussed– you leaned forward and pressed your mouth against Luke’s without a second thought. It was a soft brush at first, testing to see if he wanted to pull away. When he didn't, you slid forward on the counter and wound your arms around his neck. 

Luke’s other hand, the one that wasn’t cupping your face like he was afraid you’d break, landed on your hip. His fingers dug into your side as he pulled you closer to him. Your body fit against his like it was made for kissing him. 

Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck, where you twisted your fingers amongst his curls. He moaned in approval, and you smiled into the kiss–  into him, and it was nearly devastating when he pulled away and didn't smile back. 

And then Luke was sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and taking a step back. “You’re concussed,” he said. “I’m sorry, this can’t happen– you’re… not in the right state of mind.”

Embarrassed, you slid off from the counter and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. “I’m sorry–” you stammered. “I didn’t realize you didn’t want to–”

Before you could slip past Luke– to run or hide or whatever the hell you could think to do– he shook his head and gently placed his hand on your hip, guiding you until your back collided with the counter. “I want to,” he said clearly, lowering his forehead so that it was pressed against yours. “God knows I’ve wanted to since the day I met you.”

It took a minute for his words to find meaning in your own brain. But as soon as they did, you looked up at him hopefully, your eyes widening. “Really?”

“Fuck, yes,” he rasped, his thumb wiping a tear you hadn’t even realized was falling. “Are you kidding me? I don’t just bring pumpkin muffins to anyone… That was my attempt at making a move.”

“Instead I got clocked with a bird feeder before throwing myself at you,” you groaned. You leaned forward and rested the non-injured side of your head against Luke’s chest. 

“If I didn’t think you had a pretty severe concussion, I would more than welcome you throwing yourself at me,” Luke assured you.

You scoffed. “The concussion may have given me the courage to throw myself at you, but I’ve been wanting to do it way longer.”

You felt his chuckle vibrate beneath you. “I’ll tell you what…” he began, his hand sprawling out against your back. “You still want me after you’re not concussed, and you won’t have to throw yourself at me ever again.”

A shiver ran down your spine– your body thrilled with the idea. “Deal.”

“In the meantime, how about I hangout here? Make sure no more bird feeders fall on your head.”

You smiled against his chest, unable to contain the feelings he elicited inside of you. “I’d like that,” you admitted. 

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[anemoelliacia]

can you make another smut about soft dom neuvillette and hard dom wriothesley again??? PLS PLS PLSSSSS I'M SO DOWN BAD U WROTE THAT ONE SO GOOD JS5EHE43B3YEG2H꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ

more soft dom neuvillette and hard dom wriothesley coming right up!

warnings: MINORS DNI, threesome with hard dom wrio, soft dom neuvillette, and a submissive afab reader, penetration (fem receiving), masturbation (male), dacryphilia, clit rubbing, dirty talk.

god, your legs were aching, you're so tired but it all feels so good. wriothesley has his fingers digging into your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock, neuvillette watching from the edge of the bed, his own cock in hand.

"you were begging for this, now keep going." wriothesley demands of you, but your legs are trembling as you will yourself to keep rocking your hips against his. "mm I'm trying-" you whine, but you can't keep going, it's too much.

wriothesley groans as you stop your movements. he sees you placing your hands on his chest just to brace yourself for a second, trying to catch your breathe and he smirks. but he, unlike neuvillette who is patiently waiting his turn with you, has no patience. before you can even catch your breathe, wriothesley is grabbing your hips with force, holding you still as he fucks up into you.

you cry out, moans and curses slipping off your lips for wriothesley. tears begin to well in your eyes. wriothesley only chuckles at your tears, and says to you in a mocking tone, "oh poor baby, can't take what she was begging for?" and at his mocking words and the overload of pleasure, the tears start to spill down your cheeks.

neuvillette sees your tears, and decides to stop his own self pleasure to counteract wriothesley's harsh words. "ah, don't be so mean wrio..." he says, before moving behind you, pressing gentle kisses down the nape of your neck to your shoulders. "shh, you're doing so good sweet girl."

neuvillette snakes his arm around your waist, with every intention to help you along by rubbing circles on your throbbing clit as wriothesley is unrelenting in pounding up into your pussy. and all you can do is stay there and take it, practically sandwiched between the two men who are hellbent on making you feel as much pleasure as possible.

as both wriothesley and neuvillette continue their own ministrations on your body, a climax grows ever closer, and you feel it so strongly in your core. you whine at the intensity, your moans getting louder. "that's it, baby." wriothesley says, trying to coax it out of you.

"i know i know, you can do it." neuvillette says, "let it out," keeping a steady rhythm rubbing at your clit as your climax overtakes you, "there we go, such a good girl for us..."

▶i wrote most of this while listening to dirty mind by 30H!3 lmao

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