#and came today to clean my carpet

[tybaltsjuliet]

please gods let today be the END of the three-year saga of fighting with my apartment management about the constant leaks in my bedroom

#they installed new drains outside that will allegedly function #and came today to clean my carpet #PLEASE let this be over #;swan has a word.

[maiko-san]

Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 2 )

<<< Part 1 , Part 3 >>>

Relationship: Fluff

Character focused: Dogday, Fem! Reader

Plot : You're giving Dogday a groom after he got himself covered in mud.

A/n : I will try to include the other Smiling Critters in here, they deserve love too.

A month has passed and things went on normally with your life. All the Smiling Critters get a minor check up everyday either by you or other coworkers.

These mascots work with children 24/7, they often are climbed on, tugged around or have paints/food stuck on their fur.

"I guess that's all of it"

"Oooh! My mane looks even prettier and shiny than before!"

You just finished cleaning up Craftycorn from all the glitters and paint off her white coat and cyan hair. Which took you half an hour to clean.

You put on a pink bow on her braided mane so she looks cuter.

"I really love how you do my mane! You know, we should do this more often! You're so creative, just like ME!"

" *chuckles* I'm glad that you like it, Craftycorn but I am NOT that creative as you are"

You dismiss the unicorn and give a handful of candy for her to enjoy. You call in the other mascot and Dogday pops his head in.

The dog is covered in mud from head to toe.

"Now, what did you get yourself into this time, Dogday?"

It was the third time this week.

Dogday only looks away, both hands on his back as he kicks his feet.

"KickinChicken and I got carried away while playing football, sorry..." /he lied.

You quirk an eyebrow, you know Dogday is really bad at lying. There are no muds at the football field since the field has fake grass carpet.

You wonder where he got all the mud from....oh well.

To Dogday, he likes being around you and wants to see you everyday but the other staff members didn't let him. Not even for a bit.

So the only way for the smiling critters to see you was to getting themselves dirty, either by accident or on purpose.

For Dogday, he did it on purpose so he could see you.

You usher the mascot on to the large bathtub so you could wash him up. You run the warm water over his body and rinsing the mud from his fur.

You know that they can clean themselves up but they seem to prefer having you to clean them.

It's a lot of work to clean a two story high mascot but it's fun.

You and the smiling critters would have a conversation, sometimes the smiling critters would tell them about their days.

Like a child telling their parents what they do at school.

"How's your day at the play care today?"

"It's really fun! We do a lot of things!"

"Oh, really? Tell me all about it. I'm curious"

"We play tag, we play hide n seek, we play red light green light with everyone! It was fun!"

"Did you have fun playing football with KickinChicken?"

"Oh, yes I did! The football was fun but what's even more fun is when you play in the mud!"

"Oh, really? KickinChicken just came a few hours ago and he told me he had fun playing skateboard"

"I—"

"Ha! Gotcha!"

You smirk as Dogday hangs his head down slightly. You scrub off the dirt from his ear and tell him that it's fine if he wants to see you.

Just don't get himself dirty all the time.

"The other staffs doesn't let me see you..."

"And why is that?"

"They said you stole their work...."

"....."

Recently your coworker has been glaring behind your back, gossiping and telling you to quit your job. Saying you were proud of your work which you never at all.

It is not entirely your fault that the mascots prefer you over them.

You knew how these mascots were treated before. It was during your interview at the playcare and your manager gave you a tour around the place.

You witnessed how the maintenance workers strapped these mascots in a tiny space and treated them like a wild animal.

"It is our fault wasn't it?"

"No, it's not. I'll deal with that matter myself and it is not yours to worry, alright"

You gave the canine mascot an assuring pat on the head which he leans into and his tail wagging behind him. You continue with your work and dry him in the blower machine and then you begin to groom his fur.

You notice that his fur had gotten longer by the day, so you decide to give him a little trim.

You hold his large paw, combing out the matted fur and snip some of them so it looks neat.

You did the same thing with his ears and chests.

Dogday watches you do you work, out of all staffs in this place. You are the nicest and the most gentle out of all staffs. You never strap them down or keep them in a small cage.

You treat them like a real person.

Like they used to be.

Dogday wants more from you, he wants to feel loved by someone. Someone that cares for him and everyone's well being unlike those scientists....

You care for him, so he will do the same to you.

You are his angel, after all....

"Alright, everything's done!"

You fix his collar and give his pendant a little shine. You decide to wrap a red scarf around his neck to compliment his orange colour.

"Is this for me, angel?"

"Yeah, it suits you well"

Dogday brings you into a tight hug, with his tail wagging aggressively behind his back. It seems the canine couldn't contain his excitement.

I mean, who doesn't like gifts? Especially from someone you like!

"Thank you! I will cherish it, always!"

"You're welcome, bud"

A/n : Since the first chapter received a good amount of views, here is the second chapter for all of you, sweeties!

I will assume that Dogday is the oldest out of all Smiling Critters, maybe around 13-15. We don't have a clue who Dogday really is but I decided to make him one of the older orphans.

Also, all the Smiling Critters in my stories share sibling relationships! and the reader is their oldest sibling or maybe parent figure! ☺️

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #dogday x reader #catnap x reader #various x reader #fluff relationship #platonic relationship #Reader is a parental figure #catnap #smiling critters #smiling critters x reader #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #picky piggy

[espytalks]

Yall. I had one heck of a week.

#espy talks #tldr im replacing my carpet #but i spent all week moving things outta my room #lotta clutter and a lot of stuff im gonna have to sort through #but for now point is its out of the way #by brother and i spent today cleaning trash and stuff that was left on the floor and moving my bed out #then he ripped up the carpet #i also did the dishes in between this #and fixed the wheels on the dishwasher #and when my dad came home they did the very last bit that we can do #before we can go get the flooring tomorrow #we been working up to do this for years #its a shame my moms not here to see this #but shed be so proud were finally getting rid of the old ruined carpet #also my desk gave out so we need to get a new one which sucks cause that desk was perfect #so untill we can afford to do that im on mobile only #which isnt a huge deal but it sucks i cant draw for a while #i think my dad and brother could fix it tbh but theyre insisting on a new one #i don't want a new one???? but inkinda dont have a choice when theyre set on rhier ideas #oh its bothering me so much that I can't fix these typos

[theloveinc]

That's terrible! They could be more considerate or helpful- Is it okay to lock the cats out of your room while you're gone?

Yesss I think that’s what I’m gonna have to do… and have been doing at night when I’m here. just sucks bc I like letting them go in my room :( and i think It was partially just stress @ me leaving, so now that I’m back it’s (will be?) less of an issue so therefore it matters less.

(Although… oh god @ the fact I’ll be moving out soon and that will probably make things worse again)…

Idk tho. Just unfortunate.

#thank u for the suggestion anon! #got in fight with my mom today about getting my carpet cleaned LOL #a pretty nasty one too #just hoping the smell will go away eventually at this point #my friend also came over and he said he couldnt smell anything so that’s good #although I sniffed under my bed and yeesus #but argh #so it goes #as long as it’s not my mattress anymore maybe I can persist #caitie answers #anon

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

You know, all I want is to spend some time with Nikto on his off-days and have him read Dostoyevski to me, if you don't want to make this like a single fic you can maybe incorporate it into "ravishing allure" some time later 🥹

"…and there can be no love otherwise."

PAIRINGS: Nikto x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: If anyone could make the bad days better, it was Nikto.

WORDCOUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: Stress from work/life, lack of sleep, mostly fluff, comfort, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

There were times you wondered if putting up with your job was really worth it. Sure, you needed the money to pay rent, food, and bills, among a laundry list of others that just seemed to never end, but was the cost of your sleep the metaphorical soul you had to hand over? 

Every day you came home tired to your little apartment—neighbors loud and the light in the bathroom flickering because the electrician had never shown up to fix it. Tired, but unable to fall asleep until everything else was done. So, you’d make dinner, clean, shower, sit down to mindlessly watch a show on TV for half an hour, and then stumble into bed. 

Only to stay awake and stare at the ceiling. 

You can’t say why you do it, thinking over the things you did wrong and the awkward conversations you have with coworkers; you shouldn’t care about it—really, you shouldn't. Yet you can’t stop your brain from slipping like a slide to every instance, every millisecond where you felt the air of the interaction change. Side-eyes and confused looks. 

And then at six o’clock, you’d drag yourself out of bed with bags on your face and a drained expression to do it all over again. 

“Hi, how can I help you today?” 

“Oh, of course, we have some in the back—I’ll go grab it for you.”

“Thank you! You have a good day now, Sir. Come back soon.”

It just felt fake. Greet, help, take money, wave and smile, repeat, repeat, repeat. But maybe today would be slightly different, by the second pair of shoes that were placed in your apartment entry as you slowly opened the front door. 

Boots—black and set an equal distance apart with a cleaned surface despite the places they’d been and what they’d probably stepped through. They were neatly situated under the small bench you had for convenience, and you blink at them as you softly shut the door and lock it. A large, and matching in color, jacket was folded and placed atop the flat surface—keys sitting in an indent. 

Nikto, ever the neat and tidy one. He must be back then. 

While the two of you didn’t live together, the bear of a man had made a habit of coming over when he returned from deployments with KorTac—you’d given him a key the second year you’d been together. 

Your ears faintly twitch to the sound of cooking, nose moving just a second later to the scent of something on the stove. Clinking pans and silent footsteps. He knew you were here, sure as anything. Weakly sighing, you shift out of your jacket and shoes; tossing them in the general direction of the bench as you rub at your eyes and drop your purse to the floor with a slap of canvas. 

How do you explain looking like shit? 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you undo some of the buttons on your blouse to let yourself breathe, dress pants running along the carpet as your feet pad like a hound’s slapping paws. Vision blurry and eyelids threatening to close on you, you find the tall man in front of the stove, moving something in a pan with sizzling oils with the wide flex of his shoulders.

On another burner, there’s a large pot of simmering water—the counter has already been cleaned up of flour and mess, a tidy pile of dirty items sitting in the sink to be washed. You stare for a second before you grumble a hello, forcing your body to sag into his back as you walk over and slap your forehead into his spine. 

Nikto grunts lowly in response and continues what he’s doing. 

While it wasn’t rare to find him in the kitchen—in fact, you prefer it when he cooks—but usually when he got back you opted to order supper. He always insisted, gruffly, that he wasn’t tired, but you just wanted him to relax.

It was fun to baby him. 

“Didn’t know you were going to be back today,” you whisper into him, arms hanging by your sides. 

“We were released early,” his voice is deep and harsh—a bark of his Russian accent and rasp. Every word is thought out and said with purpose. “Conflict in schedule.”

You hum lowly, and it’s immediately after that Nikto stiffens, back going straighter. It’s the fact that you don’t even notice that you’ve completely screwed up your own routine that tips him off; how your change in pace had made him initially suspicious as he’d heard you enter the apartment. 

You hadn't commented on his eyes. Hadn’t tried to get him to turn around to see them. 

There was a running gag that Nikto tolerated—you’d grab him carefully by the chin and tilt his blank eyes to you in all of their icy glory. Sparks of glass and chilled storms inlay near the pupils. You’d stare, smile, and then say, “Yup, he’s still in there.” 

Even if you couldn’t see it under his balaclava, Nikto’s lips would part and he’d study your face for a minute in silence, before lightly bonking his forehead to yours. A strange and unique kiss that only he could perfect in his intimidating way. 

You hadn’t even attempted that. 

Nikto puts down the fork he was using to push around the fried potatoes and mushrooms; Pelmeni still simmering in the pot for another five minutes. The cut-up dill and melted butter on the counter are pushed from his mind with a purpose in his veins.

“What is wrong with you?” Nikto turns and you stifle a fatigued snort as you look up at him. It wasn’t his fault, of course. English isn’t his first language, and you found his broken, or sometimes bare-bones blunt, sentences to be endearing.

“Such a way with words, hm?” You can’t help but tease, and you can see the annoyed furrow of his brown brows, nose huffing a breath. “Just tired, Nikto.” Your words make his gaze slide along the very visible bags and the red veins of your eyes. 

He mutters something in Russian under his breath, lids narrowing on you as he grasps your shoulders and moves you back so he can look you up and down slowly in a near clinical breakdown of atoms. As if he can peel back clothes and splay nerves to light. 

“You look horrible…Sickly.” You can see the brain working as your lips go into a line to stay off your loud laugh. “Like dead woman walking.”

He was so much better with actions than words, this beast of wide shoulders and shifting thighs that could crush your bones to dust in an instant. You liked that about him—you never had to guess when he was being genuine or not.

“Work’s been rough,” you chuckle lowly, sliding on a fake smile that doesn’t fool him for a second. “Nothing I can’t…figure out, okay? Thanks for making supper, I love when you cook.”

Nikto’s eyes soften just a smidge, his hands holding your flesh just the littlest bit tighter. His expansive chest rises and falls in a heavy sigh, the bulk of his stomach and pecs visible under the tucked black t-shirt and his spare cargo pants.

Without a word, you’re being lifted with little more than a huff of, “моя нежная девочка… keep awake.”

You squeak as you’re settled onto his shoulder, hanging off like a sack of grain as his arm wraps over the top of your tailbone—large other hand on your thigh and fingers firmly grasping your skin. 

“Nikto—!”

“Hush,” he grunts, a bark of a chuckle wafting out as your hand playfully hits his back with a pathetic slap. The man raises a brow, smirking under his face covering. “What do you expect to do with that, girl?” 

“To let you know,” you poke at his spine and he shifts your farther down his shoulder in retaliation as you scramble and grasp at his shirt; giggling as your head sways to his steps. “That I won't go quietly!” 

“Good to know,” he grumbles. “I would want nothing less, eh?” 

His hands make sure that you don’t fall, even if you were to start wiggling or slipping.

You go limp and let him carry you into the living room, face burning with appreciation as your limbs let themselves rest. Nikto slings you back over his shoulder and drops you to the couch as you laugh, head purposely hitting the pillow as your chest rises and falls with breaths. 

The man stares down at you as you chuckle in gasps, always one to stare at any chance he gets. His arms crossed at his chest, feet apart, and shadow slipping over you from the overhead light. You gaze up silently, a smile on your lips, and quizzically raise to your brow.

“Stay,” is what he says to you, icy vision sliding down your body with a hum of approval. He sends a teasing slap to your thigh before striding back into the kitchen, narrowly missing your leg kicking out at his arse. 

Nikto scoffs at your attempt and disappears.

Normally you’d run at him and jump on his back, hanging off like an animal, but being as fatigued as you are, you call a mumbled curse at his name and curl sideways. Your face nuzzles into the pillow, smiling lightly before you let your eyes momentarily close.

You must have taken a quick nap because it seemed not even a second later that you were being shaken awake by a hand on your arm; spreading up to run over your cheek as your lashes flutter. “Милая.” You sigh, vision blurry and your head pounding. A strong scent hits your nose and you perk—rubbing at your eyes and face. “Eat.”

A plate of fried potatoes with mushrooms and another bowl of Pelmeni are on the coffee table, and the former is shoved into your face by a strong hand, the small dumplings topped with melted butter and dill. 

“Pelmeni,” Nikto states in a monotone, blinking at you as if you don’t know his own culture’s food by now. He made them often enough, which was why you liked him so much—food was truly the way to your love.

You’d taken up baking some of Nikto’s favorite desserts once, had failed horribly, and left most of the kitchen work to him—but the funny thing was that whenever you did bake, the man still always cleaned his plate. You’d never seen him turn down your food, even when you could see his eyes scrunch with restrained aversion.

“Да,” he would grunt out, “good.” It was so strained you always laughed so hard your lungs hurt after. On the off-hand, Nikto’s skills in the kitchen were enough to get you to sell your car for just another bite. 

Sitting up, you carefully take the bowl and look up at him, smiling deeply. 

“Thank you, Nik.” The man hums and turns his head away, still unused to outright affection even two years in. “Nikto~” you draw out his name, tilting your head to the side and trying to catch his gaze again. 

“Silence, woman,” he growls with no real heat, huffing before carefully placing his forehead to yours again as you expected him to. You giggle and stare into his eyes smugly. 

You knew what he was waiting for. Your blood runs hot, face going into a picture of care. His blues blink at you as snowflakes mingle with mist; a mix of cold and desolate landscapes that offer no reprieve from harm besides the small glint of fire they gain when they lock with yours. 

“Yup,” you whisper, and Nikto’s shoulders loosen as he presses more deeply into your skin. “He’s still in there.” 

He stares intensely, and the faintest of twitches under his balaclava tell you all you need to know. 

Nikto makes sure you eat your fill and when you’re done he takes the dishes and washes them while you shower and get into pajamas. Sluggish, but warmed by a full stomach and your boyfriend’s care. You come out to find he’s already reclining on the couch, book in hand as the other bends behind his neck. Lights were low and the heat turned up. Nikto opens his side to you and your body snuggles next to him—it had taken a long time to earn his trust like this; to be near him and to freely give affection.

It would be longer still until you saw his face, but you can live with that. There was no rush, and you knew it was a large soft spot even if he’d never shared the details as to why.

You sigh deeply and Nikto grunts, moving his arm behind your back and keeping you to his chest as he reads. 

This is a common sight from him, and he begins reading to you in his mother tongue from the works of Fyodor Dostoevsky, the grit and gravel of his voice sliding into words and sensations as you practically feel it coming from his chest and throat. Your head situates itself under his chin, feeling his free hand playing with your hair until you go brain-dead except to the way he feels and sounds. Harsh words had never been more gentle.

Halfway through he switches to English, his sentences now more slow and thought out and your lashes flutter; breath soft as you take in his scent of oakmoss and amber. His heart beats steady and true. 

“‘To love is to suffer,’” he reads, fingers rubbing circles into your clothes and letting you sleep as the day grows faster into a cold night. He glances down with easy eyes, gripping you just a bit closer as your body entirely goes limp in his embrace. “‘...And there can be no love otherwise.’” 

He silences himself and watches for a moment before he closes the book, dropping it silently to the coffee table and staring past you at the ceiling. The man feels your warmth bleed into his scarred and damaged skin and whispers something akin to vindication.

Nikto listens to your steady breathing and holds you. Steady. Noiseless. 

He grunts to himself and only presses you closer.

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[spiderlyla]

if you're down to do it.. can i request miguel giving reader cuddles or just some plain ol' loving after coming home from a long day at school?

uni's been kicking my ass with the 8am - 8pm schedules and coming home to a big hunky man who'll treat me like a princess is my only wish.. 😭

Tender—Miguel O'Hara

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ synopsis: miguel takes care of you after a long day.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ pairing: uni student!gn!reader × miguel o'hara.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ tags/cw: miguel uses alot of pet names because he's just soft and lovely around his lover, fluff :)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ lumi's note: hi anon! as a fellow uni student with a schedule from 8 am to 8 pm and in need of comfort as well, this resonated with me. Hope you enjoy!

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Relief, is exactly how you felt when the elevator finally stopped at your floor and you saw your apartment door.

Your state could only be described as completely and utterly spent. Your previously brushed, clean hair was now disheveled and a little damp from the rain. A black tote hung from your shoulder, threatening to spill its content all over the floor at any minute, while you held your laptop bag weakly over your other shoulder.

Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you caught a cold from the rain pouring down onto your head during your walk back home. All you ever wanted right now, was your clean bed and your lover's warm embrace.

Your hands reached to ring the doorbell, too exhausted to even reach into your bag and look for the keys. Much to your delight, you didn't have to wait long for an answer.

The door opened, the arouma of spices and mouth-watering cooking instantly filling your nostrils, making your instant ramen-filled stomach rumble angrily. The apartment was dim, the comfortable orangish lights spilling out of the door onto the gloomy corridor where you stood. A faint melody was playing on your vinyl, something with a slow saxophone, jazz.

And at the door, there he stood.

Wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats, an apron saying 'kiss the cook' covering his bare chest. His soft, black curls were wet, some of the strands at the front dripping water onto your carpet. You kept getting whiffs of his minty aftershave, only to notice the small stubble he'd grown was now long gone, leaving a 5'oclock shadow to define his strong jaw.

"Oh, cariño, let me help you with those—" Before he could move, you pushed him inside, clumsily let the bags fall off your shoulders and threw yourself at him. He caught you without losing his balance, strong arms wrapping around your waist while his head rested on top of yours. You pushed yourself more onto him, he smelled of spices, and that earthy cologne he wears all the time, and he was warm. Extremly so.

"Baby, did you walk?" You mustered up the energy to talk yet when you opened your mouth, a muffled noise of confirmation erupted. "I told you I'd pick you up—You're going to catch a cold. Let's change, hm? " He frowned at you, out of concern more than anything, all while helping you to your shared bedroom, his arms never leaving your waist. He helped you sit down on the bed, then opened his side of the closet to grab you one of his large, long sleeved shirts. You managed to undress yourself and put on the shirt he gave you, it smelled of that flowery laundry detergent of yours mixed with Miguel's cologne. The solace it brought you made light headed, gosh, you could sleep for days.

"Oh—No, no sleep until you eat. You probably haven't eaten properly today." Came your lover's baritone voice. You whined queitly, sprawling yourself across the bed. "Mig, 'm tired, tommrow?" Your eyes closed, and when you didn't hear his disapproval, you assumed he just walked out.

Then you felt yourself get lifted off of the comfort of your matress, your tummy squished against his broad shoulder.

"No puedo dejarte, amor, tienes que comer algo." You groaned, it was no use arguing with him, and besides, he was doing you a favour carrying you, your legs felt sore from walking anyway. Miguel set you down on the couch, and said he'll be gone for just a moment, telling you to stay awake for him. [I can't let you, love, you have to eat something]

You heard a few noises coming from the kitchen, a string of spanish curse words and sounds of plates falling but never followed by a crash. Miguel had covered you with a blanket and you were cozying up to a pillow, trying to pretend it's him. He came back after a few minutes, his apron long discarded, with a glass bowl filled with red soup, neatly garnished with avocados, lettuce and radishs.

"I made Pozole." It smelled delicious, Miguel rarely cooked since he was so busy, but when he did, you were sure it was going to be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. You couldn't tell him you didn't want to eat when he was practically pushing the plate your way. Your arms weakly moved from underneath the blanket, but Miguel tutted at you, tutted. He lifted the spoon to your mouth, silently offering to feed you.

You giggled, and that stoic, serious expression he wore was replaced by a gentle smile and a loving gaze. If his colleges could see him now, they wouldn't believe its the same man who bossed them around.

Within these walls, he was yours, completely and utterly, yours.

He was patient, feeding you bit by bit, eyes never leaving your face. You were too busy enjoying the delight of a dish he was feeding you to notice his soft gaze. "S'good, Mig, So good."

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it, mi sol." He paused, realising you'd devoured the plate queit quickly. "You want me to get you some more?"

"No, 'nough." You spread your arms towards him, and he chuckled, picking you up, all while you were still tangeled in your blanket, now heading back to your room. He set you down for good this time, letting you sleep on his side of the bed while he got on from the other side. His strong arms wrapped around your figure, engulfing you with a sense of absolute security. You cuddled up closer and closer to him, the tip of your nose bumping against the crook of his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin, your legs a tangeled mess. His hands ran up the shirt you wore to squeeze your sides comfortingly.

Miguel was never tender, he found himself being rather harsh and cold most often than not, but not with you, never with you.

"Such a hardworking pretty little thing, aren't you?" He hummed, lips pressing against your forehead. You had slipped into sleep as soon as you set your head on his chest, and Miguel couldn't only admire your exhausted, but beautiful face, the way your lips parted and eyes fluttered every now and then.

"And all mine, yeah?"

Miguel moved, blowing on a scented candle that was lighting up the room, and returned back to his previous position, arms unmoving as the two of you cozied up against each other. He was slipping into sleep, when he heard a queit murmur, no louder than a whisper.

"Mhm, all yours."

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[solarlunarsstuff]

Can you write Mike Taking readers virginity or mutual masterbation where he is more dominant and a lot of praise pleaseee

YESSSS, I'll do both my lovely anon💞! (Also if u want to be a certain emoji type of anon u can put "-Anon🦈" or smth like that)

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☆ Double Night Guards ☆

Synopsis: You were both hired to watched an old run down pizzeria, while Mike and you only had subtle interactions he still thought it count. You would mostly clean the place up here and there, while Mike stayed back in the office watching the camera's, if he wanted to do this he would have to do it quick before you came back...

Tw: mutual pining, mutual masterbation, dirty talk, foul language, LOTS of praise, virginity loss (reader), manhandiling, Dacryphilia, dumbification, mentions of pregnancy, creampies, slow burn-ish, somniphilia, hair pulling, body worship, pet names, full Nelson, smut n' flufff, and nice after care.

A/n: Also I'm sorry other anon my bsf typed 'sure' on it and posted it but I couldn't get it back but I hope it was similar to this... :((

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You were both hired about a week ago, you still haven't gotten used to your new sleep schedule but you did manage to get up. Only a few minutes late.

Surprised that you woke up early today, you had gotten ready eaten breakfast and drove off for work.

It was obvious you were going to be getting there earlier than Mike, so you decided to look around the pizzeria for some cleaning utilities. You did find them in a closet near the end of the hall.

You grabbed what you needed and got to work, starting in the bathrooms would be a bad idea so you decided to stroll near the front of the run down restaurant.

It took you about 10 minutes to move all of the furniture, stacking the children chairs in a corner and pick up the loose trash off of the dirty carpets.

You had music blasting and hadn't noticed Mike had entered through the double glass doors. He was nervously standing there not knowing what to do, he decided to tap on your shoulder.

That quite obviously scared the living shit out of you, whipping your body around and your shirt and vest hiked up your body a bit.

You had giggled lightly and picked up remaining trash beind you on the danty carpet, you heard Mike shift a little bit behind you. Weird...

"Scared the fuck out of me, Mike!" You laughed out

He rested his right hand behind the nape of his neck while awkwardly stuttering.

"Uhh, I-I'll just g-go to the, uhm.." Mike was clearly struggling

"Office?"

"Yeah, that.."

You told him that you wanted to stay out here and clean around the place because of how gross it was and how it was making your dust allergy kick in.

Mike just nodded in response and walked swiftly away to the shared office you both had, he was kind of relieved that you weren't watching cameras.

He would get the worst aching boner because of you. Mike would become so desperate that he would be clenching the armrests of his chair.

Besides that he was not as overwhelmed as much, that was good, he just sat there and watched the cameras. Checking on the animatronics and something else...

Job wise, you and him were good colleagues. You both have respect for each other and respect boundaries. But he wanted to cross the line, he wanted to see how far you could go without overdoing it.

Mike would have to shift himself in his pants everytime you would bend over to grab something. You broke something in him, he was getting needier the more you both came to work.

You had just finished cleaning the dining area and moved onto the stage where the main 3 were. Opening the curtains manually and shining your flashlight in to see what you were working with.

That didn't matter to Mike, what mattered was how you looked when you had the bottom half of your body hanging off the edge of the duty stage while the top was laying down trying to dust best as possible without stepping onto the stage.

That's when he broke, in that exact moment. 'What if- I could be quick, right, she won't know..' Mike told himself.

He focused onto the old beat up camera screen while palming himself through his jeans, he used the back of his other hand to muffle his deep groans that came out of him.

Mike was extremely focused on you, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers to the end of his thigh. Precum was dripping mini droplets from the slit on the top of his pretty red tip.

He slowly started to palm himself, making sure not to be to loud, Mike took his time and played with his slit and continued to lather precum on his whole length.

Mike ruffled his hair back while he picked his pace up a bit, he let his head hang back while he lolled his tongue out a little. (Futureman reference)

He nearly came when he saw that you had dropped something under a table and had to get on all fours to try and reach for it. Your ass sticking out from behind you.

Mike whimpered from the way you moved, you had taken your vest off and had a black tank top on that made your tits almost spill out when you walked.

He thrusted into his hand and started to moan a little but not to loud, as he was cautious so you wouldn't find out.

Mike's cock was twitching, that was telling him that he was getting closer to his release.

"Fuckkk, {Y/n}-" he groaned

Then the coil in him snapped apart, he came. There's was a lot rolling down his knuckles, his bare thighs, and some splatters got onto the camera screens.

His chest was heaving heavily, soft whispers of your name could be heard from his mouth. Mike reached for his tissues and cleaned himself along with whatever was hit.

Right after Mike threw the last of the mess away into the trash, you entered the room. Also breathing heavily, from the cleaning of course. He fixed his clothing and sat back down onto the chair, manspreading.

This man did wonders on you, but he was so oblivious that it was cute. But when he did that pose. Oh it went straight down to your core, making your walls flutter with excitement.

But you couldn't just take your bottom of right there and spread your legs open and start fingering yourself while playing with your-

You just couldn't, you didn't even know him like that. So you just had to wait, the last of the 4 hours of your shift. Tonight was going to be long..

You would both awkwardly stand there and not utter a word, you noticed that Mike had extremely heavy eyebags.

"Hey, if your tired, you could sleep..I could take over.." you uttered cautiously

His eyes lit up, he nodded a yes and moved to where you were sitting and switched spots. Throwing yourself onto the office chair.

Looking at the cameras seeing that nothing was wrong, you peered over your shoulder to see a beautiful man sleeping before you. I mean, you could?

"Fuck it.." you mumbled barely over a whisper

You didn't want to take all of your clothes off so you came up with a better plan.

While slipping your hand into your pants, teasing yourself through your panties. Glancing from the old cameras to Mike's sleeping body.

You used your hand to grip the armrest part of the chair, getting a bit frustrating. You slipped your delicate fingers past your panties.

Circling your clit and picking up your slick from your needy hole to lather over your throbbing clit. You let out a huff but quickly silenced yourself once you saw that Mike started to stir.

But that didn't mean you were stopping, putting more pressure onto your clit made you gasp. That wasn't even enough.

You picked your pace up and started to slip two fingers into your gaping hole, the silence was loud only to be interrupted by the slick noises of your throbbing cunt.

"Shiiiit- Mike-" you loudly whispered

You started to finger yourself faster and used your palm to rub your clit. This got you closer, making you let out little ah ah ah's every time you slipped in and out.

That's when you burst, your thighs were shaky and your cum was covering your panties and hand. You got up quietly and rushed to the bathroom to wash your hands. And you came back to continue your shift.

And soon it reached 6 AM, you gently woke Mike up.

"What is it?" He groggliy asked

He must've forgotten we were at work.. you thought

"Mike, our shift just ended, we can go home now." You told while putting your jacket on and gathering your belongings.

He mouthed an oh and got up to grab his stuff. You both got out of the pizzeria and Mike locked up, that was because you couldn't trust yourself with keys whatsoever.

You lived a few houses down from Mike which wasn't bad, if him needed anything he would probably come to you first.

Before Mike got into his car you called his name.

"Hey, uhh, do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I was told that we don't have a shift until next week.." you shyly asked

"Uhm, yeah!"

"Oh, also, you can bring Abby!" You happily smiled at him before getting into your car.

And with that, you drove off back to your house. Heart beating rapidly from inviting your coworker over to your house for dinner.

You had no idea what to cook, but then it hit you. You've babysat Abby before, and you knew what food she liked the most. Spaghetti and pizza.

So you got to work, you obviously made the pizza a day before because making homemade pizza dough takes hours to rise. So you didn't want to rush anything.

After an hour or so, you had left the dough in a bowl with plastic wrap on the top to let it rise. And so with that, you went to take a nap.

You woke up around 4 PM, you kind of forgot what time to tell Mike to come over. So you called him.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

He finally answered and asked who this was.

"Hey, it's {Y/n} I forgot to tell you what time to come, for, you know, dinner.."

"Anyway, I was thinking 5:30?" You continued

His side of the line went a bit silent.

"Yeah, sounds great. Me and Abby will be there in awhile.." his raspy voice coughed out

You both said your goodbyes and you went straight to the kitchen. Having to make the spaghetti, doesn't seem hard. So you finished that within an hour and set the table as best you could.

You waited in the living room until you heard a knock on your door. Must be them! You thought.

You shuffled to put a jacket on while stumbling to the foyer. You fixed your hair a bit and opened the door.

"Heyy, come on in you guys!" You warmly smiled at Abby and Mike.

Abby rushed in and hugged you by your waist, you happily sighed and hugged her back. Mike just awkwardly stood there and waited.

You let Abby go and took Mike's hand to lead him through your house while Abby let herself in and excitedly explored.

Mike reminded her not to be as nosy at home and not to break anything. You giggled a little from the sibling interactions that they had.

Once all three of you got into your kitchen you showed them to the made dining table. You never saw Abby so happy, she sat down and beckoned for you and Mike to come over.

You both sat down and made plates, after about an hour. Abby was sitting on the living room floor while she watched TV. You and Mike were observing from afar.

"She's so cute, I wish I had my own kid.." you sighed

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mike flush a tint of red on his cheeks, while scratching the nape of his neck.

Don't say it. Don't say it. He told himself.

"Well, what if...what if I gave you one?" He stuttered a bit but had some confidence in him.

Your eyes widened but soon turned into a soft smile.

"I would love that, Mike.." you said while resting your arms on his shoulders

"Oh!" His voice was above a whisper

You gave him a quick kiss on the lips and walked toward Abby. Leaving Mike all hot and bothered.

"Hey Abs, do you have school tomorrow?" You kindly asked while resting your hands on your knees.

She shook her head.

"I was thinking, what would you think of a sleep over at my house tonight?" You told her

She jumped up and hugged you while thanking you and asking where she would sleep.

You lead her to a guest room and let her choose a pillow and blanket to use, she smiled and got her bed ready.

"If you want, you can continue watching TV until 12 PM." You smiled

She thanked you again and ran off down stairs. Leaving you and Mike alone, you had brought him to your room.

"So, about that baby you were going to give me..." you inquired

He turned beet red, reenacting what he had said to you earlier. Mike's expression softened and he sat on the edge of your bed while holding your left hip and your cheek.

Mike nodded and pulled you into a kiss, it was sloppy but needy. He pulled you onto his lap and pulled on your hair so it made him look down at you.

You moaned into his mouth from the pressure, he smiled against your lips. Moving down to your neck leaving hickeys where he wanted them. Mike obviously made sure to lock your bedroom door before he sat down.

Mike tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over you head showing that you hadn't worn any sort of bra, he whimpered at the sight of you bare.

Just for him, his good girl. And his only good girl.

Mike attached his wet lips to one of your plump breast. He sucked and gave it kitten licks. His actions as of now made your head roll back as you started to roll your hips on his clothed dick.

He bit lightly onto your harden nipple to see your reaction and oh did he get one. You pushed Mike's head further into your chest, unlocking something in him.

He sucked a little harder and thrusted his hips up to meet your low grinding. Groaning into your breasts sending sensational waves through you.

Mike could spend hours touching your tits, just squishing them or giving them little kisses is his go to when he's with you almost all the time.

As of right now, all he wanted to do was give you pleasure and so he did. Mike looked up at you through his half lidded eyes and licked a strip from the bottom to the top of your boobs.

Throwing your head back and babbling incoherent words under your breath.

"Mikey, please! I need it, right now! Please, I'll be a good girl!"

He loved the little nickname Mikey. It sends butterflies straight to his stomach, wanting- needing you.

That was it, he couldn't take it anymore. He struggled a little to get all of his clothing items off but he was soon bare and he ripped your shorts and panties along with one swift movement of his hands.

Mike loved how you were wet for him, making his cock's tip was already leaking with his pretty precum.

Giving himself a few strokes making him twitch in his own hand. Mike let go and positioned you so your head was on a pillow and put another pillow under your lower back.

"Alright baby, are you ready? It might hurt, its okay." Mike whispered beautiful nothings into your ear.

"Gonna start with the tip, okay darlin'?" Fuck, he was doing a number on you with his voice.

Mike swiped his cock head along your folds, making you huff out in sexual frustration.

"Deep breath in..." he muttered loud enough for you to understand before slowly rutting his tip into you.

The head was tugging on your cunt, his praise made your pussy to become slick with your juices.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay my love?" You only nodded in response and waited

It was abrupt, it stung but it felt so fucking good. Mike had only made it a little bit more than halfway before you started to nudge closer to him so he could bottom out.

"Aww, little whore wants more? I'll give you more you fucking slut-" he grunted while thrusting his hips into you entirely.

Arching your back off of the bed and nearly loosing your eyesight from rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Mike chuckled lightly while slowly rolling his hips, in and out of your sopping cunt.

"Thought you wanted it sweetheart?" He teased

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them a little, getting the perfect view of how your needy pussy was taking him. Mike soon lifted your right leg onto his shoulder while the other planted into the mattress.

Mike picked his pace up a bit and started to feel a knot forming in his stomach, as he moved faster and faster until he couldn't move any faster. He grew bored of the position you were in so he gripped the back sides of both of your thighs and moved up and rested your knees on either side of your head.

Eye widening that you were capable of folding like that, not complaining. He continued to fuck his cock into your puffy cunt. You tightened your walls around him.

"Fuucckkk, this pussy is just milkin' me isn't it?" He grunted

You were close, it was obvious because you let little ah's out and your breathing became uneven. Your thighs were trembling a little.

"Gonna be a good girl and let me cum in you?" His grunts became his breath sharpening through his gritted teeth.

You nodded aggressively, giving him the go. It only took a few more pumps until you clenched around him, having your eyes roll back while whispering his name incoherently.

Mike came right after, filling your pretty pussy with his hot seed. He pulled out and saw how your cunt clenched around nothing and his cum spilling out.

He sighed and got up to the connected bathroom of your room and got a damp towel to clean you both up before he gathered a new pair of clothing and dressed you and himself.

Cuddling up, spooning you and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Did s' good for me, princess.." he mumbled while nearly drifting off.

Rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

"I love you {Y/n}, I always have." Mike gave a quick kiss on your cheek before dozing off while warmly wrapping around you like a love letter.

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I'm so sorry if this is half assed. This is one of the longest fics I've ever written. School just sucks and I type on my phone for writing (I don't have a laptop lmao). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this, love you pooksters 🫶💤 (I'll prob work on the other fics in a later time. Sorry my luvs💞)

#fnaf #josh hutcherson #michael afton #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #smut #michael afton x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #half assed #fanfic #fnaf movie #fnaf smut

[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

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"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

#Adonis my oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere hybrid #yandere drabble

[iamjacksragingboner]

Gross Childhood Best Friend Soap

Word Count: 1.6K

Alternate Endings Here

Warnings: The tiniest smidgen of angst but it ends nice so you better not complain, not super proofread

A/N: Yeah I dunno, came up with this last night and just crammed it out today in a sort of word diarrhea in which I blacked out and woke up naked and alone in the middle of the bush with this on my laptop screen. Make of that what you will

Contrary to his callsign, Soap is, and always has been, a gross little goober of a man

He’s been gross since you were kids, going digging for worms, collecting hermit crabs to take home from the beach in his pockets, rolling around in the dirt and coming home tracking mud on the carpet. Of course, it wasn’t all bad. He’d always offer to kiss your scrapes and bruises better, even if they were bloody or muddy. He’d always find pretty seashells to give you amidst his hunt for the largest hermit crab. He was gross within reason.

You had many a fond memory of going off to the creek at the back of your neighbouring houses with him. You'd climb up to what felt like perilous heights in your child minds, to sit on the highest point of the creek. From there, you would watch as Johnny dug for the perfect stones for you both to skim, watch him build dams and change the currents of the water. Watch as he would lunge at bugs, fish, tadpoles, lizards, and present them up to you from below, the squirming creatures clutched in his mud covered hands.

At the end of the day, just before your parents would call you back home for dinner, Johnny would climb up on the rock with you, just to sit and hold your hand. If he was feeling particularly bold, he would plant a kiss on your hand, and tell you he was going to marry you one day. You called him gross for that too, but latched onto the idea all the same.

Your early teen years, where puberty had begun for the both of you, was plagued with a myriad of varying smells and odours. Forget sweating like a pig, Johnny sweat like a boar; walking home from school with him after P.E. was a nightmare for your nasal cavities. You didn't mind though, he made good enough conversation that you ended up getting used to the stink.

For the amount of afternoons you spent in his room, you'd think you would eventually get used to the sight of his dirty clothes and mugs littering his floor and desk. You never did, always scolding him for not keeping his room clean knowing he had a lady coming over. He would always laugh, even as you threw his pillow at him, copping it square in the face.

So many nights were spent laying side by side in his bed, talking late into the night, curious hands too scared to do more than brush pinkies with the other laying inches away. You always felt as though you could feel him staring at you in the quieter moments of those nights, but you never caught him.

You spent your later teen years feeling bitterly towards him. You went from thinking you'd be best friends forever, to being an afterthought for Johnny. You did try, of course, to keep close to him.

In his late teen years, Johnny was gross in the sense that he’d go off to parties just to see how many people he could make out with. Would have sex with anyone who offered, just for the hell of it. Accompanying him to parties was a nightmare.

"You promise you won't abandon me this time?" You found yourself asking this more than once, each time slightly less optimistic than the last, but never losing your faith in him.

"Of course not, lass," he would always say. "Yer ma' girl! I'll stick right by yer side this time, lass. I promise."

What shallow promises they were. You were always demoted to the third wheel, the one who held the drinks while he went off to flirt with someone new he hadn't fucked yet. You found yourself leaving early and alone most nights, walking home and hugging your sides to keep yourself from falling apart, kicking stones imagining they were Johnny's face. Cursing yourself for thinking this time would be different, and that maybe he'd look at you for once. Going to bed cold and bitter, knowing just next door, Johnny would be waking up with someone else next to him in his bed. You just hoped he remembered to keep his room clean for them.

You both graduated, with Johnny leaving to join the military and you leaving to go to university. You kept in scarce contact over the years, occasionally calling to catch up, Johnny telling you where he was stationed, you telling him what you were working on at uni, apologising for missing birthdays, missing holidays, promises to call again soon, promising to catch up when he's home, all shallow. At least, that's what it felt like to you.

Until one night, when you were out at a bar with you friends, celebrating your recent graduation. You were all discussing with great vigour what you would all get up to with your newfound freedom from studies, when you felt the familiar feeling of eyes boring holes into the back of your skull. A little unsettled, you took a look around the bar, trying to see who could possibly be staring at you so intensely, but you couldn't quite catch their eye. You sipped at your drink, a frown furrowing your brows for a moment, before you brushed the feeling off altogether.

An hour passed and you'd forgotten the feeling in the haze of the alcohol. You were ordering yourself another drink, and as you reached into your wallet to grab out your card, another hand swooped in front of you to pay for your drink. You looked up, startled, before you met his gaze. Johnny. Staring down at you with a smile that could melt glaciers.

"Johnny, you didn't tell me you were in town," you murmured, eyes greedily taking in as much of him as you could in this moment of reunion. Scars on his chin covering the one he got from splitting his chin riding a bike for the first time. Stubble covering his jaw. The corniest mohawk that he had always talked about getting, sitting on top of his head. Your face flushed beet red when your eyes dragged over his built form; apparently that childhood crush you'd had on him all those years ago hadn't quite faded as much as you'd thought it had.

"You didn't tell me you'd graduated university, lass," he replied, the sound of his voice—finally in person again and not over the phone—sending shivers down your spine. "Had to find out myself from yer mum."

You hid your guilt behind the drink you tipped back into your mouth, averting your gaze as he watched you with dark eyes. "Thanks for the drink," you breathed, and he laughed.

"Don't even mention it, 's the least I can do. Why don't we go sit down somewhere 'n catch up, aye? Come on, lass."

You found yourself being guided over to a booth, Johnny's hand on the small of your back, sending ripples of warmth through you and into places the alcohol couldn't quite reach. You sat down first, with Johnny shuffling in close beside you, your shoulders brushing, electricity coursing through your veins.

As you sat and spoke, catching up on what you've missed in each other's lives, you found yourself noticing something. Johnny was using all the moves he used to use on people he fancied in high school, the ones he used to get them all flustered, to get in their pants.

You had to admit, you could see why so many people slept with him; he was charismatic as all hell, that boyish charm spawning those all too familiar butterflies in your gut, and he was quite literally always in contact with you. Whether it be the arm resting behind you on the seat of the booth, his knee gently nudging yours beneath the table, or a hand tucking a hair behind your ear, it seemed Johnny had turned the charm up to the max.

It was nice to be on the receiving end of it for once, but there was a certain bitterness that still lingered behind like a foul taste in the back of your throat. Was this just meaningless flirting to him, were you just another girl on his list to fuck and be done with? With all the alcohol in your system, you were well and truly past the point of caring, but you knew that if you woke up tomorrow morning in an empty bed you'd not only be cursing him, but yourself as well.

You let him lean in closer, tracing a finger down your cheek, and you let yourself be giddy, blushing like a schoolgirl when he winked at you. You let yourself swoon when he kissed you, cradling your face in his calloused palms. You let him take you back to his parent's place, nestled just next to your own home. You let him take you upstairs and into his room, holding your hand and shushing you when you both laughed a little too loud.

You let yourself feel like teens once more as you stumbled into that all too familiar room, hit with the smell of Johnny, the smell of home. You felt guilty, ashamed, as you let yourself savour the taste of him, the feeling of his naked body pressed against yours, his hands raking along your body as if you'd disappear if he let go. You let yourself fall asleep in his arms, smiling as he carded his fingers through your hair and pressed kisses to your scalp, whispering incoherent things into your skin.

You awoke the next morning, expecting to find Johnny's bed empty. But it wasn't. And neither was it the next morning, or the morning after that. In fact, the pair of you spent a lot of time waking up together.

This is where you find yourself now, lying in the early morning light in Johnny's bed, the man in question sprawled out next to you, snoring with his mouth wide open, drool leaking on his pillow.

"Gross," you murmur to yourself with a fond smile, tucking yourself into his side and closing your eyes once more.

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[itsbecomeblue]

Halloween/spooky season Ellie fluff

house girlfriend ellie williams drabble

sinopse: you and ellie had everything planned for halloween night, but everything becomes happier when ellie surprises you.

cw: nothing... just fluff. not explicit if reader is fem or masc!

you and your girlfriend had moved in together this year's spring, half a year had passed and the apartment was a reflection of the both of you.

it's halloweekend and you brought candy, hot cocoa mix (because you know ellie won't drink coffee or tea) and sweet candles. ellie prepared a movie marathon, made you a playlist... on a cassette, and prepared you both a bath.

you carved some pumpkins the night before, perfect date, you both made a mess all over the floor but it was definitely fun to clean it all together.

you and ellie never had to discuss these things, she'd always do something for you and you for her. you'd both always do something for this relationship, taking care of this partnership and of eachother.

you came back from the shop, and ellie was jumping around the living room. it's 4pm and your girlfriend took less than 3 seconds to open the door for you, even though you had a key.

she gave you a hug and you put the bags down at the dinner table. she turned over at you.

"babe. hey babe" she smiled like a dork, it was evident something was up because she sucked at hiding.

"what, baby?" you breathed out softly. she scratched her nape and smiled.

"i have a..." she chuckled and you melted, her hands found her front pocket as she swang herself back and forth on her feet.

"what do you have..?" you walked up to her, hand caressing her torso and she took her hands off her pocket to caress your hip. you might have asked but you knew it'd be-

"a surprise... i have a surprise for you, for us you know. but it's not a surprise to me because i know what it is... but you get it, it's something for us and a surprise for you." she rambled smiling awkwardly and you kissed her smile.

"right, i get it. but why am i being gifted today?" you wrapped your arms around her neck.

the house was cozy, and ellie had kinda decorated the house in a halloween theme for the movie marathon. you looked around thinking about what it could be.

"it's been 6 months since we moved in together" she smiled bright and kissed your cheek.

"ellie..." you started but she kissed you.

"stay here okay?" she jumped and you widened your eyes as she sat you in the sofa. she quickly left the apartment and you were left alone and confused with a smile which had love written all over it.

after a few minutes you heard the door opening and ellie's (not so) quiet footsteps.

"where were you?" you asked turning around to look, seeing ellie had something that looked like purse in her hands and she walked slowly. she shushed you. "what?" you asked and she put her index finger in front of her lips, shushing you again.

you looked as confused as ever as she carefully walked over and sat on the carpet, motioning her hand for you to get down from the sofa and sit next to her, and you did. you remained quiet, wondering expression as you narrow your eyes.

"open it... carefully" you were kinda scared but you opened it... when you took a look insade your mouth fell agape. ellie wore the biggest smile on her face.

"a puppy?" you muttered, voice bellow a whisper. you and ellie had discussed this for months and you had plans to get a puppy as soon as possible, maybe next january.

"are you... happy?" ellie bit her cheek, and you crawled to her, biggest smile like hers on your face, you hugged her... making her hit her back on the carpet. "i'll take that as a yes" you nodded before leaving kisses all over her face.

"ellie oh my god. a puppy, a sleeping puppy." you sat up on top of her, and she couldn't stop smiling.

"we'll he will wake up eventually." she laughed as she held your back.

"he? it's a baby boy..." you certainly couldn't stop smiling either and she leaned over to kiss you and you passionately kissed her back.

"what should be his name?" she asked as you both sat up and looked at him in all seriousness, analyzing his face.

"uhmmm, we should get to know him first." you said and she laughed, hugging your sides. "what?"

"i love you." she kissed your shoulder and you leaned onto her.

"i love you, ellie..." you spoke to her but soon your attention was all on your newborn son, who was waking up. "oh my god ellie, he's awake..."

"well, he is alive so..." she joked and you hit her shoulder. ellie grabbed the puppy. "look at himmm."

"i ammmm. let me hold him, now. ellie." you demanded and she chuckled, giving you the puppy. you smiled wide, looking at the dog and at ellie.

you and ellie spent the whole afternoon playing and taking care of your new puppy, the nightmare before christmas was playing and jack's name had been decided on. jack was asleep, ellie had brought everything the puppy would need already and you two were watching your favorite halloween movies.

a/n: sorry that this is not very spooky focused 🙏 please forgive me!

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[sinfulcries]

HYPNOTIC 、 SCARAMOUCHE

AUTHORS NOTE: I’m back from the dead and fr the scaramouche drip release made me awaken from my writing slumber because thats how long i’ve been waiting for my babygirl 🙄 me and my friends have been THIRSTING over him the minute his drip got posted and I think we can all collectively agree that he’s the resident cum dump 🐺

CONTENT WARNINGS! choking, asphyxiation, size difference (ofc reader’s much bigger than scaramouche), brat taming, noncon turns into dubcon, cock stepping, humiliation, throat fucking, degradation

Harbingers we’re supposed to work in harmony and unity since they only served one purpose and that was to appease the Tsaritsa and her tasks diligently. Taking a place as one of the 12 blood thirsty warriors was not an easy job; Twelve different personalities with twelve equally as different backgrounds— it’s safe to say that one person if not, everyone would clash with one another.

It’s difficult to find peace with people who have no intention of making friends however, you were easily able to charm your way through their tough exteriors, making acquaintance with some of your friendlier coworkers.

Scaramouche was someone you particularly couldn’t get along with however. Even you found Dottore more bearable which said a lot about how /annoying/ the balladeer truly was to you. Not only did he manage to get on every single one of your nerves (which was considerably hard given how patient you usually are when it came to work related affairs,) he also had such a vile mouth.

Hatred started slowly building up in the depths of your gut the more you had to work alongside the sixth harbinger; And as much as you desperately wanted to like him and get along with him— he really held no likeable qualities no matter how hard you tried to look through his thick exterior.

You’ve frankly had enough putting up with his snarky behaviour; And as soon as he stepped foot in your office you were quick enough to lock him inside of your territory without his keen eye to notice.

“We need to talk, Y/n.” He spat, leaning against your pristine desk which only toppled down the stacks of paperwork filed neatly at the side of your table. You sucked in a breath at the sight, resisting the urge to slap him sharp across the face however, you kept your composure, giving him one of your usual friendly smiles before urging him to continue.

“I see you still have no regard for keeping other people’s spaces clean, Balladeer.” You chuckled, your heavy footsteps against the carpet filling the room as you walked towards the harbinger. He merely scoffed at your reply, glaring at you through his hat before retorting, “I have more important things to worry about, and your space is certainly not one of them.”

You were getting more irked by the second, and the smug expression plastered on his stupid face did not help with the building rage pooling inside of you. “Well then, let’s hear it. What did you want to discuss?”

“For starters,” Scaramouche promptly hopped off your desk, slowly making his way towards you before pushing a finger roughly against your shoulder.

“You disrupted my work flow today,”

Push.

“You we’re nothing but a freeloader during our past missions,”

Push.

“And you’re just useless to work with in general.”

Scaramouche must’ve struck one of your last nerves because the next thing he knew he was pressed against the wall with your warm palm pressed snugly against his throat. He could barely breathe with how hard you were suffocating him.

“You really have the dirtiest mouth don’t you, Balladeer?” You asked, faux concern lacing your tone as your grip on his slender throat only tightened. You were certain that your hand could fully wrap around his neck if you tried hard enough— and it only gave you such sick satisfaction knowing that you were bigger and stronger than what he painted himself out to be.

“Get your filthy— fucking hands.. off of me!” He screamed, thrashing around your hold only for his attempts to end up futile. You could feel one of his legs kicking at your sides whilst his hands kept trying to scratch at your biceps. Adrenaline was fuelling you and you were certain that he was going to murder you the second you loosened your grip on him.

Anyone walking past your office would be able to hear Scaramouche’s frantic screaming and the constant bangs of his limbs hitting your wooden door. You were thankful that Scaramouche was stupid enough to meet up with you at such a late hour where no one would be able to help him.

Even if someone were to witness you putting Scaramouche in his place, you were certain that they wouldn’t have the guts to fight against you anyways. You had complete power over him and you we’re going to make the most of your time giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You were quick enough to notice the way his attacks weakened and the way fat globs of tears started to pool at his lashes. Although you could see the colour quickly draining from his face, he still managed to look at you fiercely, glaring at you through his blurred eye sight.

Scaramouche knew of your impressive strength and how it was almost impossible to escape your clutch once something— or someone was trapped in it however, he never imagined it being used against him. The air only grew thicker in your office and the only sound filling the empty space was the smaller boy’s frantic gurgling and gasps for breath.

As much as you wanted to see Scaramouche writhe more, you figured it would be better to see him squirming solely because of your fat cock lodged in his holes instead.

Giving the harbinger one last condescending smile, your grip on his throat finally loosened making him fall to his knees right in front of you. His violent coughing and his heavy breathing replaced the silence almost instantly and you couldn’t help but take a step back to admire just how much of a mess you already made him.

Scaramouche could barely even comprehend the sound of your belt unbuckling and the fabric of your slacks falling to the floor before he felt your rough hand pulling at his hair, forcing him to be faced with your cock.

“What do you think you’re fucking doing— I’ll fucking kill you—!” Scaramouche could barely even finish his sentence, your fingers quickly slipping past his lips and into his mouth effectively shutting him up. “You look much better when you’re quiet, pretty boy.” You hummed, pressing your fingers deeper down the boy’s throat. “I’ll train yer’ mouth for something else, yeah?”

The sight of your domineering coworker so pliant— sucking on your fingers like a needy slut was enough to get your cock hard; and you could tell by the way Scaramouche started grounding his hips against the soft carpet floor only showed that he was too. “Look at ya’ so good f’me already. You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you? Me putting a brat like you in your place?”

Scaramouche couldn’t even respond properly, his mind too blank from your previous ministration to even comprehend the situation he was in. Your words however, were nothing but true; He’s been fantasising, dreaming about the moment where you’d finally fuck him raw and he’d be able to feel your bigger body pressed up against his.

“Mmmhm” He moaned dumbly in response before you swiftly pulled your fingers out of his mouth, using his spit to jerk your cock off till you were fully hard. The slick sound of your hand pumping your heavy cock made Scaramouche notice just how huge you really were at full-mast; The tip of your cock an angry red whilst your balls hung heavy— ready to fill someone up to the brim.

You were more than hung enough to split even a well seasoned whore in half! And Scaramouche was certain that you’d actually impale him the moment that thing enters him.

You couldn’t bare to leave him empty handed while he was practically drooling at the sight of your cock and so you pressed the heel of your shoe against his clothed erection, relishing in the high pitched moan that escaped his lips once you did so.

“You can grind on my shoe instead. The floor’s dirty.” You chuckled, pressing further once you noticed the wet spot slowly forming through his clothing.

Who knew it was that easy to turn the Shogun’s son into your bitch?

Scaramouche could barely contain himself before he started to rut against your polished shoe. You could feel his arms snaking around your leg, using you as leverage so that he could feel the expensive leather rubbing deliciously against his leaking cock.

“I can’t let you have all the fun for yourself now,” you frowned, carding a hand through his course hair before pulling his head back harshly so that he was forced to face you. You had a much clearer view of his face now; Humming in satisfaction as you admired his flustered expression basking in the warm light of your office’s lamp.

You could definitely consider his blushing face as one of his first likeable qualities. “Open wide for me, doll.” You cooed, easing your cock into his mouth with your free hand to which he complied obediently, opening his mouth further to accommodate more of your size.

Regardless of how incredibly small Scaramouche was compared to you, your cock still managed to fit half way down his gullet, his lips stretching white at the corners as you stuffed his mouth to its maximum capacity. He was as tight as a doll— and you were sure that his cunt was just as, if not tighter than his pretty little throat.

“Fuckk, that’s right take it.” You groaned, attempting to push a few more inches down his throat to no avail. It was your turn to fill the room with your heavy pants, and as soon as Scaramouche started to bob his head up and down your length— You couldn’t help but enter a state of euphoria watching him practically skewer himself on your fat cock.

You were just too damn big, and with each time he attempted to cover the remaining skin on your cock with his tongue, his eyes lolled into the back of his skull, feeling your tip hit the back of his throat every single time.

It was hypnotic watching the way he would skilfully move his hips to grind against your leg whilst he took half of your cock in his tiny mouth. Scaramouche was not only a blood thirsty harbinger, desperate for power— He was a vixen, also desperate for someone to overpower him.

Putting him in his place only made Scaramouche realize that he wanted more.

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dom male reader #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #dom reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x male reader #scaramouche x male reader

[zeltqz]

niya … need a gojo drabble from u i cant escape the edits of him and the daddy’s home audio PLEASKEKEKE HES SO FINE

You huff, jamming a hand down your underwear. The feeling of your fingers teasing yourself isn’t the same, it lacks the callouses, the cheeky voice of Satoru, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It’s been nineteen long days without him with you, having kissed you goodbye over two weeks ago then disappeared without a trace. 

“Someone’s busy today.”

That voice . It sounds just like him, and you freeze on the spot for a split second, then shake the voices from your head, continuing your ministrations. It’s not until there’s a dip on the end of the bed, then you realise that there’s no way your dreams are this realistic. 

“What the—” You blink at the man himself, sitting on the edge of your bed; arms crossed as he watches your hand between your pants slow down. “Satoru?”

He stays silent and just nods his head in acknowledgement. You reach forward and with your clean hand, you poke at his face like he’s a ghost. The whole situation is just amusing to him; he’s amused with the way you freeze up when he snags your hand in his grip. 

“Just because I have white hair, doesn’t make me a ghost, babe.”

“Satoru!” You squeal, practically jumping on top of him. The impact has him falling backwards onto the floor with you above him. You shove the hair strands falling over his face and kiss him deeply, full of longing as he moans into your mouth.

He rolls on top of you, pinning your hands down against the carpet. 

“Missed you so much baby,” he mumbles against your skin as he makes his way down your neck, kissing your chest exposed above your shirt.

“Where have you been?” you ask breathless when his hands slide downwards, shoving your pants off and throwing them across the room.

“You know I can’t disclose that information to you.” He sends you a cheeky smile, one that you want to slap off his face for being so secretive as he shuffles between your legs, spreading them out with his big hands. 

His tongue laves its way into your folds, enjoying the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved, slurping obscenly at your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs when your hands grab at his hair, scratching at his undercut. 

“Oh my—I can’t—” 

“Yes you can,” he mutters, pulling away to watch as his finger slips inside you.  He fucks your arousal back inside you with each thrust, and you can’t help but clench around him. “Let loose for me, c’mon. I know you can do it.”

Your words are muffled with your spare hand, biting into your palm to stop yourself from screaming as he inserts his longest finger inside you, moving in tandem with the other one. He curls them just right, and you haven’t came this hard in weeks, back arching off the rough carpet.

“You know…” Gojo leans back in to suck at your clit, enjoying the way he can feel you shiver beneath him. “The entire time I was gone, all I was thinkin’ off was this.” 

“Where—” You have to take a moment to catch your breath, unable to finish your sentence without panting. “Where did you go?”

“Can’t tell youuu,” he grins, pressing one last kiss to your clit before dragging his soaked fingers out of your pussy. 

A big hand wraps around your throat, just the way you like it, and he’s pinning you against the ground with his grip. Your lips part open when he brings his two fingers drenched in your wetness up to your lips, easing them sensually into your mouth. Your tongue flicks around his fingers as you make eye contact with him, slowly sucking on them as his eyes sparkle with lust. 

“But it won’t matter now, ‘cause I’m back.”

DADDDYS HOMEEEEEEE HOME FOR MEEEYAYYAYYYYYYYYYYYY

he came back and so did my inner slut

ANYWAYAYAYA

i dont think i ever wrote a drabble b4 omg. my first drabble heyyyyyyyyy

#— jjk </3 #niyadrabbles #gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru imagines #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

The New Arrival (Series)

Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

(Not my gif)

It seems as though y/n has an…admirer?

┌───── •✧✧• ─────┐ Admirer from Afar └───── •✧✧• ─────┘

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE fluff, angst, smut

Part 2

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She still wasn’t talking and Melina truly didn’t know how to communicate with y/n. She’d only ever heard the girl say two words, ‘thank you’. It was astonishing to Melina that y/n could get even the hardest of tasks done in mere minutes with complete perfection. The girl was always on alert and never once has she objected, she was…very obedient.

Fiona, the assistant Grand ChamberMaiden, had helped y/n communicate, somehow. She had gotten y/n to say a few more words. Though, it was quite difficult for the girl. Fiona didn’t understand why y/n was the way she was until she heard from locals about her childhood and past. Tragic, it truly was.

So, Fiona and Melina, knowing the nature of y/n’s past, acknowledging the fact that she will need assistance if the Lady of the castle were to decide to take y/n as her new… plaything.

After a week or so, y/n was getting better but still stayed silent most of the time.

Alcina, one night, came into her bedroom to see it spotless and flawlessly clean. She was taken aback, no maiden had made her room this clean before, even the month old blood stain on her white carpet was gone. She hummed in approval to herself wondering who the maiden might’ve been, it couldn’t have been an old maiden, it must’ve been the new one.

what was her name? Ah, yes, y/n..

This new maiden seemed exceptional. Though, Alcina would never admit it, she was impressed. The Lady had made the mistake of toying around with every new maiden but it was a mistake she was quite fond of. Alcina’s personal favorites were the ones who could handle scrutiny and judgment. Of course, none of them could, most just cried and stayed silent. Which was…tolerable. But soon enough, she grew tired of their company and set the women on their merry way. But, if they dared to object to Alcina’s wishes they’d be gladly turned into a barrel of wine.

The Matriarch summoned for her head maidens, phoning their rooms, she ordered them to come to her chambers immediately. “Yes, My Lady? What is it that you need?” Melina asked, bowing her head, Fiona shortly following behind her, doing the same.

“Who was assigned to clean my quarters? Last night, to be exact, while I was at that family meeting.” Alcina quite bluntly asked, applying her crimson custom lipstick as she spoke. Melina and Fiona looked at each other in slight fear, could it be that y/n had done something wrong? Or had Alcina found a new toy?

“Well…? I’m not the type of woman who repeats herself.” Alcina coaxed, placing the cap on her lipstick. She fixed her straightened hair, adjusting her well tailored suit. “It was the new maiden, y/n, Mistress” Fiona responded, eyes boring into the ground. Not daring to look at Alcina. The Countess hummed, “bring her to my quarters later” Alcina instructed, Melina’s eyes widened. Alcina couldn’t hurt her. Not like she did every other maiden in the castle. Y/n was too naive and obedient, Alcina would ruin y/n. It’d be even worse if y/n fell in love and got attached to Alcina. The poor girl wouldn’t understand.

“My Lady, I must protest. Y/n isn’t ready. She has vocal problems. You might only find her as a nuisance rather than a new plaything. She’s an incredible maiden, but maybe not for as your plaything..” Melina insisted, trying to keep Alcina from ruining y/n like she did most of the maidens in the castle. Alcina stopped her movements and placed her hands down on the edge of her vanity. “Are you…talking back to me, Miss Thornton?” Alcina seethed, the Countess scoffed and stood up lighting her cigarette. “Be happy, I feel generous today, Melina. And as for your little new maiden. You’ve taken her under your wing I see?”

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Alcina had taken Melina and Fiona’s words into consideration, maybe this new maiden would be a nuisance. But, as Alcina watched from afar she couldn’t help but gawk at the beauty that was her maiden.

Y/n went on, skillfully dusting the table lifting the objects in her way. Alcina watched from above, entranced by her movement. The Countess made a point to watch the girl, but the more she spent admiring fom afar the more Alcina wanted the woman all to herself. “Y/n, darling. Be a doll and fetch me a cigarette” The Matriarch cooed, elegantly sauntering down the stairs and sitting on her favorite lounge chair. The maiden nodded, walking away hurriedly to grab Alcina’s cigarettes and her cigarette holder.

Alcina couldn’t help but study the young girl as she moved, a slight sway in her hips. The way she gently bent down to grab something set a spark in Alcina.

Incredible indeed…

Alcina had thought, a soft hand under her chin as she smirked, the countess shamelessly looked her from head to toe. She certainly was a delicious sight to look at. The young girl looked at Alcina with wonder and curiosity. Was the Matriarch always this flirtacious?

“Oh, don’t mind me, sweet girl. I’ll just be your Admirer from Afar if that’s alright with you?” She smirked, winking at y/n with a mischevious glint in her eye.

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Special Thanks to: @marilynthornhilllover y’all when I tell you this woman is a LIFE SAVER. Also go check her out! Her fics are BLOODY AMAZING! 💋

Tags: @marilynthornhilllover @willalove75 @willowshadenox @simpformelissa @pinklybleu @niceminipotato @tintedrose12 @koing-slvt @enchantressb

#alcina is my purpose #lady dimitrescu x female reader #love this series #i have issues #resident evil alcina #alcina x maiden #resident evil 8 #ugh vampire mommy fr #re8 alcina #re8 lady dimitrescu #yes i am delusional

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Marriage Life | Bang Chan

Summary: married life with husband!chan, also have a baby girl (unexpectedly)

Warnings: made in 2020 lol

Notes: female!reader, Chan and reader married for a year

A promise is a promise. Until the end of this life and more, I will always be with you. I love you.

You smiled softly at the picture of your wedding day, the soft words whispered to you from your husband were running through your mind. It made you snuggle closer to the little one in your arms.

"Guess who's coming home tonight?" You say to the sleeping child, rocking them slowly. Those words even made your heart flutter, the happiness of seeing your husband again strong. Though it hadn't been as long as other days, you felt like you needed to be near him once more.

Today was the anniversary of your marriage. It wasn't more than a year ago had you finally tied the knot, but the strength in your love made it seem like it had been a lot longer. There was a lot that tore at you both during that year, but it eventually came together in the end. As long as you both worked at it, the world bent to your ways.

A precious baby was not on our list, truthfully. With the stress of your husband's job, including your own, you weren't thinking of having a kid so soon. But the unplanned things seemed to be thrown at you two often; another task you two tackled together. You came around to the idea of having a baby, even more so when you decorated the house together.

As you cuddled the baby closer to you, sitting tiredly on the couch, you closed your eyes and remembered the days you spent preparing the baby's room. They were often weekends when you both had off. If not it was late night week days, takeout sitting on the floor  that didn't have carpet for awhile, you both held food in one hand with a paint roller in the other.

There was more paint on your body than the wall. Your husband often would go over your spots with the pastel paint because of everything you missed. Eventually you just painted the trim as he rolled, singing along to songs you played on the speaker. It was a cute and romantic time for the newlyweds you were.

Eventually, the room had come together. Monsters Inc characters were around the room, in forms of stickers and even the bed spread for the crib. You both were entirely proud of the outcome and shared pictures with everyone who asked. A great gender neutral room for your baby, one at the time you hadn't known was to be your baby girl.

You opened your eyes at the brief sound of your daughter turning about. You smiled down at her, moving the soft tendrils of hair that stuck to her skin. After contemplating, you decided to place her in her room to finish her nap. She wouldn't be up for awhile and you planned to finish cleaning.

You placed a sweet kiss on her small hands before leaving. Just as you were to head to the kitchen to clean, the lock to the front door turned. Instead of being rational and moving to check it out, you stayed in place and stared at the door.

Chan walks through the door, pulling his black hood off his head. He looks up, noticing you staring at him and half smiles awkwardly. He closes the door and stares back.

"What?"

"I was supposed to surprise you..." He drifts off, grimacing slightly.

You started to laugh at him, walking over to your husband and placing your arms around his neck. "Surprise? When I knew you were coming?"

Chan chuckles as well and leans down for a kiss. "I was informed by a little birdie that you were out shopping with your best friend all day. I was planning on coming home and cleaning myself up."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling content to be in his arms. "Mhhh, well, the baby was a bit cranky today. Hasn't seen her dad in awhile, that might be the problem."

Chan smirks down at you, noticing how you ignored his mention of 'surprising' you. You weren't a huge fan of surprises and would not have them as much as possible. He knew this all too well.

"I intended for a dinner date with my lovely wife." He leans down again, his lips tenderly capturing yours and giving you his heart. "If you get ready first, I'll let you have as much time as you want."

You needed that deal. Baby throw up, countless diapers, half cleaning day, and the humidity of the outdoors turned you into something else.

"Deal. Date night it is."

You release him, quickly turning for your shared room. A smack to your behind had you squealing and turning around. "Bang Chan I swear to God-"

His finger was placed over his smirk. "Shh, darling. The baby is sleeping. Better go before you lose your chance to get ready."

You raced for your room. You soaked in the chance of feeling refreshed after a long day. Despite being tired, not once were you upset over it. Just another long day, one that was still full of joy and great memories with your daughter. Even your best friend managed to see you come from your den, a place you were hiding since the baby was born. It felt nice.

Yet, you weren't going to give up this chance. It was going to be a continuing sweet day as you were both able to sneak a chance for a date. Of course, your darling girl was tagging along too.

When you came out of the room, you were half surprised to see Chan cuddling your daughter in his arms as she wiggled aimlessly. She didn't seem uncomfortable, but definitely wanted to move and wiggle in his arms. The whole while he stared at her like she was an angel from heaven, blessed by the Lord himself and given to the humble humans.

"Look at you cuties," you say, flattening your hands behind you as you leaned down to his height on the couch. "I'll take her and you can get ready, babe."

Chan gives you a hesitant look. "Five more minutes? I want to hold you both before I leave."

You blinked. "Leave for the shower?"

He nods. "It's very far away."

You sigh but agree anyway, loving how cuddling and nice he felt. His free arm wrapped around you as you both looked at your daughter. Though her eyes were closed, you saw a beautiful girl that looked identical to her father. It warmed your heart and you snuggled further into his arms.

"I love you," he whispers. "I will always be with you guys."

(2020)

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[beautification-tales]

The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

The sun was just beginning to rise, its pale orange light casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Daisy's family's farm. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and peered out the window of her little room in the farmhouse. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass and the earthy scent of soil turned over for the planting season. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw on a t shirt and overalls, her favorite old sneakers already waiting by the door.

Daisy padded downstairs, her feet sinking into the softness of the worn carpet. The smell of coffee filled her nose, and the sound of her father's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Morning, Dad," she called, pushing open the swinging door and stepping into the brightly lit room. Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and kind eyes, looked up from where he was pouring coffee into a mug.

"Morning, pumpkin," he replied with a smile. "Ready to tackle the day?" Daisy nodded, taking a mug of coffee from the counter. "You know it," she said, feeling a surge of energy from the warm liquid. "What's on the agenda today?"

“Well me and Billy will fill the barn today. I think maybe you can take it easy today.” Daisy's father said, as he took a sip of his coffee. Daisy shook her head, "No, I'm fine, Dad. I'm more than able to help." She replied, as she headed for the door. "Let me just get my jacket."

The air outside was crisp and cold, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Daisy zipped up her jacket, pulled her hat down over her ears, and made her way over to where her father and Billy were already hard at work. The two men were standing beside a large wagon, filling burlap sacks with fresh hay from a nearby field. Daisy took her place at the front of the wagon and began to pitch the hay into the sacks, her movements efficient and practiced.

After just a few minutes Daisy was already feeling fatigued. Billy noticed immediately and smiled. "You sure you're alright,Miss Daisy? You don't have to do this if you're feeling tired." He offered, pausing in his work to look at her. Daisy shook her head, not wanting to admit she was struggling. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice a little less steady than usual. "I just need to catch my breath, that's all."Daisy’s Dad stopped his work and noticed Daisy’s labored breathing. “Honey, that’s enough for you today. Why don't you go inside and rest up ok?” He said, concern etched on his face. Daisy hesitated, but the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. She nodded reluctantly and headed back to the house, her steps slower and more sluggish than before.

Daisy kicked a rock as she went up the stairs to the house. She looked back and watched Billy and her father do the work with ease. Billy’s shirt was drenched with sweat as he removed it and put his baseball cap on his head. Daisy gulped as she watched him work. They hired Billy to help work the land as her father got older. She had hoped to be the one to help but Daisy had been petite all her life. Her father also treating her like she was fragile didn’t help either.

Despite being 20 years old she felt like a child as she went back inside the house. She slumped into a chair as she struggled to catch her breath. Life had been so cruel to her. She was born prematurely as her mother passed away giving birth to her. Her father raised her single-handedly and she was always trying to repay him. She tried to be strong for him. Daisy felt like a burden as she always needed to be taken care of. So many times her weak heart caused long hospital stays and her father would stay by her bed every night. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She wished she was still outside helping her dad and flirting with Billy.

Her father came inside and noticed how pale she looked. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cool glass of lemonade. "Here, sweetheart, drink this and get some rest. You'll feel better soon." Daisy took the lemonade gratefully and sipped it, the cool liquid helping to ease her throat. She looked up at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it today." He knelt down beside her chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin. You're not a machine. You don't have to be strong all the time. We'll find a way to manage, okay?" She nodded, the tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I love you too, Daisy. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

The conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t let her father down again. She ran to her room and opened the gift box she received from her cousin. She read the note again. “Hey Cuz, this steroid changed my life. I had to share it with you. Trust me it works. Love Courtney. P.S. tell Billy I said ‘Hi’” Daisy's hands trembled as she took out the small vial of steroids. Her heart raced, but she knew she had to do it. For her father, and for herself. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled her resolve.

She pointed the syringe at her thigh and slowly injected the steroids into her skin. It was a cold, hard prick that made her wince. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe. The steroids were supposed to make her stronger, but right now, they felt like poison coursing through her veins. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

The next few day Daisy jumped out of bed at the sound of the rooster. Daisy ran downstairs to make coffee for her father and Billy. She felt rejuvenated and her chest didn't hurt as much. She could breathe easier and felt stronger. She wondered if it was just a placebo effect or if the steroids were actually working. As she filled the coffee pot, she glanced out the window and saw Billy working on the field. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame. Daisy couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. She quickly turned away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Good morning baby girl. You're up early today." Her father smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You want some eggs or something?" He asked, motioning to the stove where a frying pan sizzled. “Dad, don’t worry I got it.” She moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The energy she felt was almost intoxicating. She wondered if the steroids were really making her feel this good. She felt her heart pumping faster and faster but it didn’t ache as it usually did.

“Daisy can you tell Billy to take care of the chores solo today. I pushed myself too hard yesterday.” He rubbed his neck wincing in pain. Daisy gave her father a worried look that he understood so well. “Aw don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m… just not as young as I used to be. Plus Billy can handle it.” He looked out the window and smiled. “Boy is strong like an ox.”

Daisy went outside as her father went upstairs to rest. She knew that Billy could handle it but so much more could be done if she helped. She approached Billy as he was carrying a bale of hay and smiled shyly. "Hey Billy, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that I'm here to help if you need it." He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Oh, it's okay Miss Daisy. I've got it under control." He said with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“Well I’m helping anyway.” Daisy said as she began to assist with chores. The sun beat down on them, making the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickled down their backs as they worked side by side. They didn't speak much, but there was an understanding between them. They were both trying to help her father, in their own ways. And somehow, with Daisy's newfound energy, it felt like they were making progress.

Billy had a look of surprise as Daisy was usually exhausted and inside by now. He was hoping she didn’t push herself too hard and pass out like she had done in the past. Daisy smiled as felt amazing as her heartbeat raced, not from fatigue, but from excitement. Daisy was beginning to breathe heavily as she took a moment to watch Billy at work. He was so strong and muscular, it was hard not to stare.

Daisy felt her heart pound within her chest as she gasped for air. She put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart jumping like it would explode. It was harder for her to catch her breath as she looked at Billy. She could feel the heat spreading across her face as she felt a bit lightheaded. “No I can’t pass out again.” She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

She felt like a passenger in her body as it was out of her control. She gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack. Billy noticed and rushed over to Daisy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concern etched on his face. Daisy nodded, but she couldn't speak as her chest still heaved for air. Billy helped her sit down on a nearby bale of hay and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, I’ll go get you some water.” He said before dashing off toward the house.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never felt this way before. As she sat there, trying to catch her breath. She felt her breasts push out as her labored breathing continued. She looked down as she could see they had kept increasing in size as she felt a new weight on her chest. Her t-shirt was stretching as her overalls pressed into her bigger bosom. Daisy grabbed one as electricity flowed from her breasts throughout her body.

“Ohh God!” She moaned as she felt her arms and legs grow. Daisy noticed her labored breathing was starting to sound …. Different. In a matter of moments Daisy was a taller frame with toned muscle filling out her appendages. Thick thighs dug into her Jean shorts as her fatter ass filled them out more. It all happened so quickly that Daisy didn’t know what to think. Especially when Billy came back with three bottles of water.

She looked down and gasped. She had grown several inches, her breasts were easily twice the size they were, her ass was fuller, and her thighs were massive. She couldn't believe it. Billy placed the bottles of water down on the ground, looking up at her in shock. "D-Daisy?" he stammered. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She felt a strange weight in her chest, almost like a new organ had grown there.

Daisy felt thirsty as she grabbed one bottle as it rolled to her. She twisted the cap off as she guzzled the bottle as water trickled down her chin and wetting her chest. Daisy repeated this again with another bottle as Billy looked on with his jaw to the floor.

“What happened to you? A..are you ok? Miss Daisy?” Billy stammered, struggling to find the words. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Daisy's chest had grown immensely, her once small breasts now filling out her overalls and straining against the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes, her face flushed from exertion and excitement.

“Billy, I feel really good” Daisy managed to say between gulps of water. Her voice was deeper and more feminine than before. Billy couldn't help but stare at her chest as she spoke, taking in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of her overalls. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Because you look, well, different."

Daisy set the last bottle of water down and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and she felt stronger than ever before. She looked down at her body, taking in the curves that had emerged overnight. Her hips swayed as she walked toward Billy, her thighs rubbing together with each step.

“I think my heart might be in trouble. I need you to help me.” Daisy said, her voice still deeper and more feminine. Billy swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her chest. He nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. "Okay, what do you need me to do.” Billy said with a concerned tone.

Daisy got close to Billy and grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do I feel ok?” she asked him with a coy smile. Billy's heart raced as his hand touched her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice. “Umm yes” he stammered, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She guided his hand onto her breasts as her nipple hardened and brushed up against him. "Then you feel my heartbeat, don't you? It's so strong." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I feel so alive, so… powerful.” She looked up into his eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.

Daisy grabbed onto Billy’s chest and bit her lip. “Billy, take me to the barn and fuck me.” She whispered. Her voice was husky and commanding, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his pants grew tighter as he became aroused. He nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as he followed her back to the barn.

Inside the dimly lit barn, they found an old haystack in a corner. Daisy kicked aside some of the hay, revealing a soft, warm surface beneath. She pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his hips, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his erection. She undid the straps of her overalls and let her panties fall down.

With one smooth motion, she guided his cock into her pussy. It felt so good to finally feel him inside her, filling her up. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against him as their skin slapped together. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she rode him.

Daisy leaned forward, her breasts swaying in front of Billy's face. She reached down and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Billy..." she moaned, her voice husky and demanding. "I need you to touch me."

Billy wrapped his hands around her hips, feeling the smooth, firm skin beneath his fingers. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Their rhythm became faster and more urgent, as if they were both trying to reach some sort of climax. He grasped her melons as she felt another jolt of electricity pass through her body. She arched her back, her breasts spilling out of her t- shirt, and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the barn.

As they moved together, Billy could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass tighten, and he knew that she was close. He thrust harder, driving himself deeper inside her, wanting to feel the heat and the power of her orgasm. Daisy cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed and she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, feeling her orgasm wash over him. His hips bucked wildly, and he groaned in satisfaction as he felt his own release building inside him. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and began to stroke him in time with their movements, urging him over the edge. She knelt in front of him as Billy twitched in her hands.

“I want you to cum on these big beautiful tits Billy.” Daisy whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his climax approaching. She arched her back further, offering her perfect breasts to him as he reached down and grasped one, squeezing it tightly. His hips bucked wildly as he released his seed onto her breast, coating her nipple and the surrounding skin with his warm cum.

Daisy took her finger and tasted his seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue. She looked up at Billy, their eyes locked together.

“Billy? Stacey? Are you both in here?”

Their hearts stopped as they realized her father was looking for them. Billy got dressed in a flash and met him and lead him outside.

“Trust me Mr. Culver, don’t worry about Daisy today. She is definitely working hard. Yes really! Of course she milked me… I mean the cow… the cow”

Daisy laughed as she hears Billy distract her father as she got dressed and tiptoed to the cow.

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[daisies-daydreams]

Overload (TF 141 x F!Autistic!Reader)

Original Request (AO3): 141 x autistic!reader who's hypersensitive and moody to too much noise or texture? 🥺 these are so sweet you write them all so well and open minded 🖤

Pairing: Task Force 141 x Autistic!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Descriptions of sensory overload (texture/sound), depictions of ableism (Simon's especially), swearing Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: While I've never officially been diagnosed with ASD, I do have ADHD and have many friends/family who have ASD. These are based on my own experiences with sensory overload, as well as my friend's and family's. Everyone's experience with sensory overload is different, and these scenarios are not meant to reflect what everyone with ASD experiences/encounters.

John Price

You sighed as you slammed the front door behind you. Work today was completely exhausting and you wanted nothing more than to kick your shoes off, take a shower, and curl up in bed. You slipped your shoes off and hung up your purse before walking into the kitchen. You clenched your fist around your phone when you saw a pile of dishes resting in the sink.

“John? Kids?” you called. There was no reply. You glanced around the corners before your phone buzzed.

“Football practice running a little late-will bring dinner home. Love you.” -John

You ran your hand down your face. You scrunched up your nose as you saw the wet food remaining on some of the plates and bowls. Dishes were usually John’s chore, but with your kids having football practice and the two of you working, things understandably fell behind at times. The cherry on the cake was that your dishwasher was broken…which meant now you had to wash everything by hand.

You felt your skin crawl as you grabbed the sponge and turned on the faucet, the water pouring out as you grimaced. You bit the inside of your cheek as you grabbed one of the plates, nearly dropping it when the tips of your fingers slid against the soggy food. You gagged and stepped back, your hand squeezing the sponge as you tried to take a deep breath. You had to suppress every urge to yell as you cleaned the dishes, each feeling of mushy food against your hands making your breathing grow more ragged.

You flinched when you heard the front door swing open, your children clamoring inside as John yelled at them to settle down. You clenched the cup in your hand.

“Could you please be quiet?!” you shouted as you waved your hand. Your eyes widened as it slipped out, glass shattering all over the tiled floor. The room went completely silent as you stood still, hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Kids, go on upstairs and finish your homework while I help mum clean up. Take your food with you,” John said. They both nodded before taking their food upstairs to their rooms. You glanced away, bunching your wet hand on the bottom of your shirt as your husband lumbered towards the linen closet.

“I-I didn’t mean to shout or break anything,” you murmured, the tips of your ears burning as he silently walked over with a hand-broom. You flinched when he stooped down next to you and gently brushed the shards into the dustpan.

“Don’t move,” he instructed. Your shoulders slumped as you rubbed your thumb and forefinger between your blouse. You sighed as you tossed the sponge back into the sick with good riddance. “Did you get cut?” he asked before tilting his head up. You shook your head. John hummed as he swept the last few bits into the pan.

“Right, you should be good to move now,” he said with a nod. Tears suddenly started to trickle down your cheeks as he dumped the mess into the bin. His bushy brows furrowed as you sniffed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” your voice cracked. John immediately rushed up to you, though he kept his hands at his side.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked. You swore you would’ve given yourself carpet burn if you moved your fingers against your shirt any faster.

“I-It was such a long day at work, and then I-I came home and saw there were still some dirty dishes in the sink, so…” your voice trailed off as your face flushed. John cooed as he tilted his head.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I meant to do them before I left,” he apologized. You nodded before wiping your cheeks. “Hey, look at me,” John said. You slowly tilted your gaze back to him, your fingers now tugging on the belt loops of your pants. John gave you a small gentle smile as he held his hand out. You slowly pulled your hand away from your pants and ghosted your palm over his.

“You did nothing wrong, understand?” he said. You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded.

“I-I know…I just hate acting like that over something so ‘little’,” you huffed. John nodded slowly.

“Love, it’s not ‘little’ to you,” he assured you. You found yourself shifting your gaze between your hand and his face. John sighed as you let your hand fall back to your side.

“Come on. I brought home your favorite,” he winked as he tilted his head towards the table. You felt your heart flutter a little as you nodded.

“Thank you,” you replied.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Your hands already flinched the second you walked through the front doors of the local pub. It was packed to the brim with patrons, televisions blasting the Chelsea game.

“You alright?” Kyle asked as he slipped his hand into yours. You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah, fine,” you replied with a tight grin. Your boyfriend gave you a concerned look before you tugged at his hand. Kyle’s been wanting to go to the pub for a while and since you chose date night last time, you obliged him. You repeat to yourself on the car ride over that it wasn’t such a big deal, that a little bit of noise wouldn’t be so bad.

It was.

It felt like you were caught in the middle of a raging storm at sea, waves of people’s voices and the game blasting over the screens making you cover your ears. You tried so hard to pay attention to what Gaz was talking about, but it felt like every clink of glass, every whoop and holler at the game made your skin crawl. You gritted your teeth as you squeezed your eyes shut, gently rocking yourself in your seat.

Your cheeks flush as you try to not imagine people looking at you, their stares of concern or judgment piercing into your mind. You nearly jumped out of your chair when you felt someone put their hands over yours. You snapped your head up to see Kyle gazing at you, his brows furrowed as he tilted his head.

“Love?” he asked. Your nostrils flared as you suddenly slipped out of the booth, pushing past him as you rushed outside. While the city streets of London didn’t fare any better, at least you didn’t feel like someone was trying to crush you between their palms. Your hands remained over your ears as you sat on the bench, bouncing your leg as you bit your lip.

You saw Kyle quickly sprint out of the pub out of the corner of your eye, wildly looking around until he locked eyes with you. You turned away as he slid next to you on the bench. The two of you were quiet for a while as you slowly let your hands fall into your lap.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kyle asked. You lowered your head, your face sullen and exhausted as you sighed.

“I’m sorry, I tried…I-I thought I could do it,” you said in a broken mutter. “But the yelling and the game…just everything. It was too much,” you sighed. Kyle listened as you folded your hands together. “I’m sorry, I thought I could be strong enough,” you frowned.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s got nothing to do with you being ‘strong’ enough or not,” he said. You glanced over before looking back at your lap. Kyle took a deep breath. “It'll be okay, love,” he stated as he gave you a gentle smile. You nodded slowly, your shoulders still slumped over. You glanced over again when your boyfriend stood up. You looked at him as he held his hand out.

“C’mon hun, let’s head home. We can watch some movies if you want,” he smiled warmly. Your features softened as you took his hand.

“That sounds nice,” you said.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You stared at the sweater hanging on your bathroom door. It was gifted to you from your grandma last Christmas. Bless her heart, she truly loved to give you thoughtful presents…except she always forgot about how certain textures affected you.

“At least wear it to the reunion,” your mother urged you. “She’s not going to be around forever,” she added. You sighed as you slid the sweater on, dreading having to wear it to a several hour long event. Your skin instantly felt like it was being scratched at by a thousand toothpicks, their pointy tips scraping across your upper body. You seethed as you smoothed it over your chest before there was a soft knock at the door.

“Sweetheart, you ready to go?” your boyfriend asked. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your mother’s words still echoing your head as you took a deep breath. You opened the door, Simon standing before you in a deep blue jacket and a pair of jeans. He gave you a small grin.

“I feel a bit underdressed,” he chuckled as he eyed your sweater. You shrugged before grabbing your purse.

“Let’s head out,” you replied as you walked towards the door. Your boyfriend remained silent before you heard him rush up to open the door for you. You gave him a tense, courteous smile as you went to the car. The ride to your family reunion consisted of you picking at your sleeves, collar, and the tag on the back. Simon glanced over every once in a while before flicking his eyes back to the road.

You wore a tight smile as you walked into your grandma’s house. Your cousins greeted you before your mom came up, squeezing you in a tight hug. You clenched your fists as the itchy fabric felt like it was searing into your skin.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” your mother beamed. You nodded before meeting eyes with your grandmother. She gasped as she waved you over. You gave her a small grin as you approached, cringing as she planted a wet kiss on your cheek.

“How are you doing, dear?” your grandmother asked.

“I’m good,” you stated. Simon soon came up behind you, your grandmother’s eyes widening.

“Is this the handsome young lad your mom’s always talking about?” she asked. Your mom laughed nervously as she looked away. Your boyfriend stepped up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nana,” Simon smiled as he held out his hand. He grunted when she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“Better be careful, (Y/N). I might just steal him from you,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear before winking at you. Simon chuckled before slipping back. You tugged on the collar of your sweater, desperate for some relief from the sweltering, needle-like fabric. You flinched when your mother nudged her elbow into your side.

“Stop fidgeting. It looks improper,” she hissed. Your face got hot as you tried to keep your hands at your sides. The rest of the reunion was fine…until one of your relatives gave you a hug from behind.

“Get off of me!” you shouted as you jerked away. Everyone’s eyes were immediately on you, causing you to stiffen beneath their gaze.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong with you?” your mother scoffed from nearby. You looked down at your shoes as Simon came rushing towards you. “I thought you’d grow out of this, honestly,” she muttered under her breath. Your face remained hard as stone as you turned on your heel and ran towards the back patio, slamming the door behind you. You puffed out a heavy sigh as you leaned over the railing of the deck, tempted to just strip yourself of the sweater and chuck it into the garden below. Your back was hunched over as you heard the door open behind you.

“(Y/N),” your boyfriend called. You didn’t answer. You heard his heavy footsteps grow louder as he came next to you. He folded his hands together as he stared at the dead garden with you.

“I didn’t mean to yell,” you muttered dejectedly. You saw him glance at you in your peripheral vision.

“I know,” he replied. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him hand you his jacket.

“Here,” he said. You looked into his eyes.

“But it’s chilly out,” you frowned. Simon pushed his jacket closer to you.

“That damn thing has caused you enough grief already. Should’ve given this to you sooner, to be honest,” he flushed a little. Your heart melted as you took the piece of clothing and slipped behind him. He stood in front of you while you took off the sweater, his larger body overshadowing yours while you changed. You looked down, sighing as the smooth material graced over your skin while you zipped up the jacket.

“Thank you,” you smiled. He nodded.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, yeah?” Simon stated. “We can go get some hot chocolate at a new place down the street,” he suggested with a playful smile. You grinned a little.

“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” you replied.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

You opened your purse to grab your ear plugs…only to find that they weren’t there.

“Feeling okay?” your boyfriend asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as you nervously looked over at the gates, the roar of the crowd already making your insides crawl. You slid your hands into your pocket before nodding. Johnny grinned ear to ear as the two of you made your way into the stadium. You crinkle your nose as the sound of the music combined with the cheering crowd bombarded your senses. Johnny tapped your elbow with his before tilting his head towards your empty seats.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you slipped past a few people. You rubbed the fabric of your pocket between your fingers as you sat down. Minutes felt like hours as you sat there, sometimes covering your ears and wincing as wave after wave of rambunctious cheering pierced your eardrums. Johnny seemed too invested in the game to notice your predicament. You bounced your leg up and down as you flared your nostrils.

“Why didn’t you bring the stupid earplugs?” you scolded yourself internally. You looked over at your boyfriend, his grin stretching ear to ear as he hung on the edge of his seat. “You can’t ruin this for him…he’s been waiting to go to a game for months!” you thought. You flinched when you felt Johnny place a hand on your thigh. You tried to ignore the way his brows furrowed as he parted his lips.

“Do you want something to eat or drink?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you nearly growled. Johnny blinked before letting his hand slip away, his face tilted down just a little bit more. Your heart instantly shattered as he remained more quiet than before.

“You sure?” he asked. “I just know that you haven’t eaten since-”

“I said I’m fine!” you shouted. You clasped your hands over your mouth as you stopped bouncing your leg. Johnny sat there with wide eyes and a blank expression. Your bottom lip quivered before you sighed.

“I…I’m sorry,” you breathed. Johnny patted your knee as you bunched your shirt into the tight grip of your fists. “I thought I could watch the game without earplugs…but I forgot them at home,” you glanced away from him. “I’m sorry. I know you’ve been waiting to see this game for ages, and-”

You blinked when he held out a pair of ear plugs. He shrugged.

“Figured I’d grab the other pair in case anything happened,” he smiled. Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled your face into his chest. He chuckled before planting a kiss on your head. A loud eruption of noise crashed over the stadium, causing you to instantly cover your ears.

Johnny rested his hands over your wrists after the crowd calmed down before handing you the ear plugs. You gladly pushed them into your ears. You glanced over when he tapped your shoulder before making a drinking motion towards his mouth.

“Could you get me a lemonade please?” you yelled. Johnny smiled, his eyes lighting up before he nodded and kissed your cheek. You grinned as you sat down in your seat, your heart full as you closed your eyes and listened to the muffled sounds around you.

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