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rreids · 1 day

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hi! i'm not sure if ur taking fic request atm, but if ever u r, can i ask for a fic where f!reader also works for the bau, she is hotch's daughter, and she is dating spencer reid? 🥹 thank uuuuu

TELL ME • S. REID X READER

fem reader; reader is jack's older sister (age gap unspecified but assumed around spencer's age, hotch had her young or adopted); hotch is reader's father; established relationship; mentions of child abduction (unspecific, part of a case); bau reader; spencer is clingy; ~800 words

Working for your dad could be complicated.

Your emotions couldn’t ever fully be separated from the work, and he was known to get over protective and lose subjectiveness when you were in danger, or when he felt you were being mistreated. He’d always been protective of you and Jack — though, and, to be fair, you were protective of Jack, too. Like most were of their younger brother.

And you also got frustrated or worried about him easily. It was only natural, the way you both acted, despite your professionalism.

But most difficult was your current situation — you were dating a coworker (on your own team, no less), and were trying to figure out how to fill out the fraternization papers without your dad tearing Spencer apart limb by limb for dating his little girl.

“I don’t see why we can’t turn it in today,” Spencer speaks from where his chin rests on your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he hugs you. You hum and continue rolling his omelet. “He’ll find out one way or another,”

“Baby,” you start, interrupted by the toast popping up with a ding. “I think he’s going to kill you if he finds out through official channels and not a ‘meet my dad’ dinner.”

“But I’ve met him,” Spencer's voice is whiny and you’re so endeared by him you can’t help but to smile. “He’s my boss. And my friend.”

“Yeah, and he’s my dad before that. Trust me. We need to tell him as my father before he finds out as Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner,”

Spencer sighs. You know he wants it turned in so there’s no potential push back from Quantico if he’s caught stealing a kiss (as has almost happened many times now, like the time he’d kissed you by the coffee in LAPD’s station and had to pretend he stumbled into you while grabbing something and that his face was only red from embarrassment — which it was, but not for the reason he told the chief), and so he can cuddle you on the plane, or have casual intimacy in down time, or a kiss for good luck before raids and arrests.

He’s fond of having his hands on you, soaking in your presence like a plant in the sun. This is proven to you even more as he refuses to let go of you while you plate breakfast, nuzzling closer to you as you struggle with the plates.

“A little help, Spence, please,” you jerk your head towards the coffee mugs. He heaves a long and suffering sigh before releasing you and grabbing them, placing them on the table. “Thank you, my love,”

He stares at you quietly. “Kiss?”

You beam at him and kiss him sweetly before sitting down. He kisses the top of your head before settling in his chair.

“Thank you for cooking,”

“You know I love doing it, Spence,”

“And I will always thank you! I don’t want to ever stop being grateful for all you do.”

You smile fondly and take a sip of your coffee. The two of you fall into comfortable silence until a phone rings — the tone set for a call from work. You sigh and pick it up, since Spencer was in the middle of a bite of his omelet.

“Hello?”

There’s a pause on the other end. “__? Why are you answering Spencer’s phone?”

Your dad. “Um,” you swallow. “We went to this event together yesterday and the weather was too bad for him to go home so he stayed at mine?” Your voice pitches up, and you know it’s a terrible lie. The weather was great. And you’re not a very good liar, especially not when it was to him. “What’s going on?”

He sighs, long and suffering. “We’ve got a case, a child abduction. We’re in the first two hours. Get over here as soon as possible with a go bag.” A beat. “And don’t lie to me. When were you planning on telling me?”

“Soon. Over dinner.” Your face falls and Spencer looks at you, wide-eyed. “Spencer wanted to just fill out the paperwork but I thought you’d want to be told like any dad…”

He hums. “You’re right. You still owe me that dinner, but, right now, a little boy needs our help. Get here. Quickly.”

The call ends.

“Honey?” Spencer asks softly, holding your hand.

You shake your head, clearing it. “We have a child abduction. Go get our stuff ready while I clean?” He nods, and as he’s getting to the bedroom you call and say “we’re still doing dinner with my dad! But he does know.”

i am always taking requests unless my pinned says otherwise <3 just for future reference, i will update that so don't worry that you're sending when i'm not accepting! if i don't update the request section, that's on me also i dont know how i feel abt this but it's written 👍🤠

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lucysarah-c · 3 days

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Hey, could you write a story between levi and reader , where levi has to get married to a girl (because she's a rich girl and he is a ceo of a huge company) but he's already dating reader. So.. in this story reader and levi are just passing their last night together before the wedding?

(BTW I really like your post!!!)

"We gather here today,"

Four words pronounced before the most antagonist events ever. It's as if you could hear them as he crossed the door of your flat. Dark raven locks stained by the little snowflakes from the outside reflected under the yellowish light of the candles, as night had set in long ago. You had wished he was right there, right now, multiple times during the past two weeks since the news was delivered. It made you wonder if it was another dream, another specter from your wildest fantasies. Because that's the only thing you had been doing since—coming back to your place after work, pouring yourself a glass of any alcohol you had, and waiting. Waiting at your bed, sitting down on the couch in the living room, or on the kitchen floor, pacing around the room. Crying and falling asleep, but only shortly, because insomnia was as natural as the desperation at this rate. Red eyes, tears making your skin puffy and dry each day, each moment.

"We gather here today to say goodbye to a beloved…"

Your heart stopped for a split second as he turned around to face you while he closed the place you two used to call your own. The deep green French trench coat with the wings of freedom behind it. The split second that you caught a glimpse of his face after all this time and probably for the last time, you couldn't help but tear up. Which you hated, because it clouded your view, and the last thing you desired was to lose a single minute of this. It was a necessity, a demand, a right, a desperation. Quick steps on the wood planks echoing, probably neighbors underneath cursing your name in this instant. Combat boots rushing to you, his hands picked you up in a hurry. Your hands had memory and necessity on their own, quickly they gripped his face and hair. Tugging from it, trying to imprint in your touch the memory of it as a blind person learns the touch of Braille.

Desperate lips colliding against each other, mouths prying open to breathe each other's breath away for a million times that night but the last for a lifetime. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as if your life depended on it as his enveloped your legs around his hips. You two could have done it there, in the middle of the living room or perhaps on the kitchen countertop as that time you two got a little too handy while preparing dinner. He would blame that time on that cute sundress you had on. But not this time, this required the classic setting of a bed and the intimacy of a bedroom.

Your nightgown rising up as he carried you around the place he knew like the back of his hand. Softly placing you on the mattress.

"I…" Levi broke the kiss for the first time, speaking up. His face seemed conflicted, and his eyes hurt.

But the hand that was holding his face ran a thumb through his parted lips as the endearing sight was enough, "Shhhh don't say anything,"

'Don't lie to me, don't tell me the truth. Don't remain quiet, do not raise your voice, but above all, do not ask me for forgiveness,'

It was passionate, slow but needy. As if you two were back to being teenagers losing their virginity, not trying to rush it, covered in love but also eager to finally be intertwined all night. Under the milky light of the moon, your body shined by the sheer sweat of it, hair falling backward like a waterfall. Who cared if someone could see it from the street, someone returning home late or perhaps running from it. Turning the lights would break the moment but you needed to see him. See his frown expression as he forced himself to not lose a single detail, his tinted cheeks, his dark hair sticking to his forehead as his parted lips gasped your name. Fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips as your hands sank their nails into his shoulders for leverage but also for possessiveness. Somehow both of you wished the marks you left on each other would remain forever, like a permanent tattoo.

"I love you," his voice shook with emotion. Is there a worse curse in this life than forcing someone to never say those three words again?

"Life is so unfair," what we all think when something forcefully parts our ways in life, leaving us devoid of explanation but filled with only one answer: learning to live without it.

It's dead, and that night was its funeral. Perhaps that's why your black attire, as you heard from the last seat of the avenue, "We gather here today…

to celebrate the union of these two souls,"

You promised yourself not to cry as someone promised to never drink again after a wild night. Both oaths done after the consequences but never upheld. Perhaps you should have dressed in red, to send the message. 'I fucked the groom, I'm fucking the groom, I'll fuck the groom,' but she didn't deserve such humiliation and petty acts. It wasn't her fault; she has been dragged into this as much as him. And it felt petty to be angry at someone who looked at him so full of hopes. The most important day of her life, the day she had been dreaming and promised of since she was a little girl. Her eyes glittered with naive hope that perhaps, despite the circumstances, he would be the prince in shining armor she had been sweet-talked about.

It offended you and also raised the most utter adoration out of him. His integrity. Because you knew, you knew as the sky was blue that it was over. Because Levi would never look at another woman, he would never betray his wife even if this was arranged. He was simply that noble. What captivated you about him was also killing what you two created.

What postmortem activity it was, observing the death of you two by coming to his wedding.

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xianyoon · 2 days

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sweet light of spring

alhaitham x reader. more of that cottage!au hehhe fluff & comfort. 0.6k words.

your cottage, before you moved in, was a house.

your little red-brick house was something that you’d see from an english period movie, the imagery of little children frolicking and playing in the countryside — it almost seemed more so a prop piece for a show set rather than a cottage in the woods. juniper green ivy climbed the walls, sweet poppies and sunny marigolds sprouted from the earth to say hello – your land was cheerful.

you love collecting the flowers from your garden; they always seem to reappear as soon as you pluck them. the flowers are good, gently held and pressed in between pages of al-haitham's favourite novels as bookmarks. the flowers, cheerfully and playfully weaved into al-haitham's hair, always brought a smile onto his face.

the fresh stream that lives nearby is home to small fishes that travel with the currents – squint hard enough and perhaps you'd see arrietty waving from behind a river plant. the water – cool and sweet, bore witness to much of your laughter and splashing him each other on salty, sweltering summer days.

and your garden – oh, your garden. how blessed you are; a garden so colourful and fruitful. spring bears witness to the sweetest apricots and cherries ; summer says hello to sweet mangoes and fresh strawberries ; fall greets crisp applies and tart cranberries – and winter is the period of frantic churning and mixing of jam and compotes, all ready for the chilly winter to come.

your garden; home to herbs and vegetables that you grow to supply hearty meals to your table. the sweet radishes that are lovingly tended to in the autumn finds its way to harvest baskets . . . baskets that are sweetly put together as presents for your neighbours.

al-haitham always picks the best of each harvest to give away. there's something preciously sweet about it – perhaps you've rubbed your childlike kindness off onto your husband. the best we own should be given to others.

now, your cottage – home to sweet laughs that spill from your husband's mouth that you were always greedy for. his soft touches, a pleasant and constant reminder that i am here ; ever so fleeting of his warmth meeting yours.

a home so full of love and the sweet light of spring...

a home of laughter, and warmth, and constant intimacy of tender kisses on your cheek and the resting of your forehead against his.

"good morning."

"hayi! good morning!" you find yourself squealing as al-haitham peppers your face with his sweet kisses, giggling as he kissed your reddened cheeks – then your forehead – then your nose – and your supple lips.

"mmmph." he grunts and leans in, soaking in your warmth.

how rare is it that he gets a morning with his sweet darling, all to yourself?

"what do you want for breakfast?"

you watch him, hands on his hip and peering into your fridge stocked full of food. it's almost comical how homely your husband is now as compared to his younger self – you stifle a small giggle.

"..."

"what?"

"nothing!"

"tell me." al-haitham turns to look at you.

"i said it's nothing!" a petulant whine slips past your lips. delightfully soft giggles fill the room as al-haitham makes his way over to you – a comfortable, light morning.

"tell me." your husband gently pokes your sides, playfully frustrated with your refusal to tell him what was so funny.

"you just look so cute like this." you grin sweetly up at him.

"...like what?"

"like my husband!"

a soft silence fills the room – thoughtful contemplation as he takes in your endearing excitement – before al-haitham breaks out into rare, unbridled chuckles. you're too cute for him, he thinks. how did someone so seemingly opposite of him fall so deeply in love?

indeed, it's true – your cottage, so filled with love and the sweet light of spring, is a home.

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jaytriesstrangerthings · 1 day

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Not Sick Fic

744 words of Eddie not being sick and Steve not finding him endearing.

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“I’m not sick,” Eddie argues, punctuating his argument with an aggressive sneeze followed by harsh hacking.

“Are you holding a loogie in your mouth right now?” Steve crosses his arms and tilts his head in what the Party has taken to calling his Mom Stance (trademark pending).

In a disgusting display of defiance, Eddie swallows. “No.”

There’s a glob of neon yellow snot dripping from Eddie’s left nostril that he drags his crusty sweatshirt sleeve across before snorting up another drip of snot coming from the right side this time.

“You are…” Steve sighs, exasperated, “so gross.”

The furrowed brows and grumpy pout paired with Eddie’s pink nose and puffy eyes could almost be considered cute if Steve hadn’t just witnessed him swallow a loogie.

“How the hell did I fall in love with you?”

Steve knows exactly how it happened. He could write a library’s worth of books about all the things he loves about Eddie Munson. That doesn’t change the fact that Eddie absolutely refuses to admit that he’s sick and is being very gross about proving his health.

“Because I’m so totally handsome and I can do cool guitar stuff.” His voice is scratchy and nasally and Steve can tell he’s trying very hard not to sniffle or cough. “And I’m super rich on account of the cool guitar stuff.” Eddie bats his thick black eyelashes and flashes a big bright toothy smile in Steve’s direction. It’s usually quite charming but the new bead of snot dripping towards Eddie’s upper lip causes his charisma to take a hit. “Gimme a smooch.”

Eddie sniffles harshly, sucking the snot glob back into his nose. He leans in, lips puckered up and chapped from extended forced mouth breathing, eyes squeezed shut. Steve reaches out a hand to stop Eddie from falling when he continues to lean forward.

“You’re cute,” Steve admits, pushing Eddie back to balance on his own feet, “You’re also sick.”

“‘m not,” Eddie pouts again, opening his eyes and glaring at Steve.

Yes he is. Eddie is very sick. His nose is running a marathon and Steve could hear the congestion from a mile away. He’s running a 102 degree fahrenheit fever and shivering like a chihuahua on a sugar high. His eyes are red and puffy and his eye bags have eye bags. He’s sneezing and coughing and if the way he frequently grimaces and groans is any indication he’s nauseous too.

It’s wild to Steve, how easily Eddie tends to ignore his own health and well-being. He’s going to work himself to an early grave and take Steve with him. It’s frankly astonishing how long Eddie’s made it and Steve is half convinced that Death is simply scared of Eddie. It wouldn’t be surprising. Eddie is absolutely horrifying when he wants to be. And also sometimes when he doesn’t mean to be.

“Just lay down in bed, Eds. You’ll get better sooner if you rest.”

“Don’t need rest, ‘m not sick.” Eddie makes a noise like he might throw up if either of them make a wrong move. He clears his throat when the feeling seemingly passes. “Gotta finish planning out the next session for when the Party comes to visit next week and then work on some acous- acousti- ACHOO!” Eddie sneezes and a snot rocket launches toward Steve in a majestic arch of green and yellow nasal mucus. Steve, luckily, manages to move out of the way and not be hit by the bio weapon.

“Did you just say “achoo” as you sneezed?”

“I didn’t sneeze,” Eddie says, like a lying liar who lies.

Steve looks from Eddie to the small puddle of snot on the floor. “What’s that then?”

Eddie scoffs a couple of times, searching for a reasonable answer. His brain isn’t working at full capacity, which is reasonable considering he’s very sick, despite his resolute denial. “Science project.”

Eddie lives and breathes gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, Steve will give him that, but Steve has mastered manipulate, mansplain, malewife. Especially that malewife bit. If the government ever comes around to letting Eddie put a ring on it Steve would make a wonderful trophy wife.

“Yeah? What’s the hypothesis?” That’s right, Steve knows science words. He may be a certified Ken but he’s not stupid. Eddie, of course, is a Barbie, but that was never really a question.

“It’s about projectile paths and stuff.”

Steve cannot believe how endearing Eddie is even when he’s being this gross.

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#steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddie #sick fic #eddie doesn't get sick like ever #sometimes he does science experiment though

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acheron-s · 1 day

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃!

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 . navia caspar!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 . fem!reader , french nicknames , mon amour –> my love , chérie –> sweetheart , cringe , me being delulu and writing non realistic porn .

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 — a little sumn for @sea-lanterns because whenever i think of navia, i think of angey. that's not my neighbour au. human navia and monster navia monsterfucking . tentacles, monster cock tw .

"COME ON , IT'S ME! OPEN THE DOOR DARLING." a voice cried out from outside the door of the house you lived in with your wife. It eerily resembled her voice but it was just something. Something which told you—that is not your wife.

The voice cried out from outside the door of the house you shared with your wife. It sounded eerily like her, but deep down you knew it wasn't her. The plea tugged at your heartstrings, yet something in your gut told you to stay put. The resemblance was uncanny, but the essence was not quite right.

As the voice continued to call out, you couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that this was not your wife standing on the other side of the door.

"No! Chérie—do not open this door until I tell you to!" Ah. There it was—the comforting aura of your wife, and how she fretted over you. It was endearing to say the least, protective? Yes, but there was just something about it making you crave more... and more.

Even when the door broke down, your wife and... your wife? came rushing in, surprisingly it didn't feel frightening, even when the monster who imitated your wife look down upon you, shame coursed through your body, feeling your panties go wet with arousal.

The monster chuckled, and even with Navia's clear warnings– no, threats, it still snaked her hands towards your soft skin, a vast contrast to hers—warm and inviting. You made an effort to hide your heated face as your soaked panties came into view, a breathless gasp leaving your lips as she buried her nose in your clit, taking a long whiff.

"Nav–" you began, ashamed for lusting after a monster who mimiced your wife but she stopped you, her hands tight as they danced around your throat—making you feel even more of the prey of two hungry wolves, ready to devour you whole.

"Needy girl." She tuts, hands working her way to remove each of your clothing with precise ease, having done it, time and time again. "Did you miss me, pretty girl? Is that why.." she trails off, her fingers coating themselves in your essence before she brings it up to your face.

"My two special girls missed me, hm? Insatiable pet, you can't go two hours without being stuffed by the cock you love so much?"

Seeing the intimate display, the monster gets jealous, slithering over to the both of you with a dangerous pout on her face. Reluctantly, she asks for permission to touch the sacred vessel that is your body, sitting you up on the counter, inhaling your scent by kneeling infront of you.

Your thighs wrapped around her instinctively, trying to rut against her face, trying, so hard to get a fraction of the delicious friction against your clit. She tuts, both of them actually and she glares—it's mean and she's reeling over the power she holds over this tiny, horny, puppy girl.

Although they can feel their hearts skip a beat, watching you whine as you tried to hump her face, so desperately trying to chase the sweet epiphany of release, cooing over the frustrated tears. The monster, she cackled, long rods that oddly resembled tentacles flying out from her back to hold you down, still and pliant.

The suckers gripped your skin, leaving little marks, scattered over your skin. The navia from between your legs looks up at the wife with a pitiful attempt of doe eyes, begging to let her have a taste. Although, she doesn't wait for permission, moving...no tearing away your ruined underwear and buring her face in your cunt.

Her tongue flicks, and it's like you can't control the noises leaving your throat, but the monster just chuckles and shushes you, stroking your thighs and watching you closely, not even blinking. She's beautiful, her eyes are so blue.

Your back arches off the bed, the pleasure is mind numbing, but the way she's looking at you...like you're something she wants to take apart.

"What's wrong baby?" The monster coos, her lips and chin wet, glistening in the soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand. She runs her hands down your thighs, and her fingers are so thin and delicate. "You're shaking."

Navia? doesn't look up at you, her mouth too busy on your cunt, her nose occasionally nudging your clit. Your toes curl, and you can feel yourself about to cum, but she slows her pace, her eyes looking up at you.

She wants to hear you say it.

"Please!" You cry, your hands gripping the bed sheets.

She smiles, her head ducking back down and her tongue swirling around your clit. Your orgasm rocks through you, making you feel like your body is on fire. You feel her licking your thighs, cleaning up your release. She's humming, almost like she's singing to herself, and when she looks up, her face is wet, her chin dripping your essence.

"You're so tasty," she says. Her voice is soft, and she sits up and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your mouth, and you taste yourself. You can feel her fingers, cold and wet, sliding over your pussy and teasing your hole.

"Hey! It's my turn now!" Your wife growls out, pulling you to herself by your ankle, her glistening cock tapping on the lips of your quivering cunt, threatening to push in anytime.

You try to get out a word, but her cock pushes past your entrance, the thickness stretching you out. The captain moans, and it sounds like she's enjoying herself as well. Your wife starts a brutal pace, the wet sound of her fucking you fills the air. Her teeth bite at the flesh of your breasts, her hand reaching out to grip the other one and massage it, making you moan louder.

"Such a greedy cunt, baby." She grunts. You feel the bed dip on the other side, and the monster is laying there, her legs open and her cock throbbing and huge and... inhumane.

"Fuck me, please, more!" You beg, your head thrown back as her fingers work over your swollen clit. Your wife is still fucking you, the bed is shaking and squeaking from the force of her thrusts, and you don't think you can handle anymore.

Her cock feels so good though, the tip rubbing against your g-spot with every thrust.

"I want to make her cum again," the monster growls, deep and dangerous. Your wife's pace has slowed, and she's rubbing your clit with her fingers, the other hand pulling at the hair at the back of your neck, forcing you to watch your cunt swallow up her cock.

"Oh!" You gasp, and her fingers start rubbing harder.

"Look at me when you cum, baby." She commands, her hips grinding against you, her cock hitting a spot inside that makes you feel like you can't breath.

"Yes, yes, yes," the words are falling from your lips, and your legs start to shake, and your hands dig into the blankets. Your eyes lock onto her, and she's smirking at you, the hand on your clit never stopping, her other hand squeezing your clit.

"Cum for me."

Your second orgasm hits you, and your eyes flutter closed, but they snap back open, your mouth open, letting out a scream. Your body is spasming, your cunt squeezing around your wife's cock, making her throw her head back and groan.

She's still thrusting, her pace getting sloppy, making you whine as she empties herself into you, giving a few shallow thrusts which make you lose your mind..

You look over at the monster, her legs are spread, her own fingers working over her cock, her chest is rising and falling fast. She's growling and groaning, you know she's going to cum, and the thought of that makes your own body shudder.

You feel so out of it, like your head's so empty and fuzzy, you dont even register the monster, buring herself to the hilt in your cunt, only to roll your eyes back as she presses down upon the bulge her ribbed cock made in your tummy.

You had half a mind to protest, to scream, "I can't take anymore!" but the strech of her fat cock hurt oh so deliciously, especially when she held your legs up with up with one arm, showcasing your used pussy still dripping your wife's cum down your thighs. She forces your head down to look at the obscene sight of your cunt convulsing around her cock.

"Fuck!" You cry, her cock feels different. It's thicker, longer, the texture of it feels like it's got ridges, and the thought of her breeding you with a knot has your heart beating fast.

"Oh, yes." She grunts, the head of her cock pressing against your cervix, her knot slowly stretching you wide open. "That's it, baby, just relax, take it all."

"M-Mommy!" You sob, you feel like she's ripping you apart.

"Yes, yes, yes. So good, so tight." She grunts. The head of her cock finally breaches your cervix, and she's pushing her knot past your tight pussy. Your body is shaking, and you're babbling nonsense, drool falling down the side of your mouth, and you can feel her cock throbbing, ready to pump her cum deep in your womb.

You can feel her knot growing, keeping her locked inside you. She leans forward, and her lips are soft against yours. Her tongue licks the drool from the side of your mouth.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" She growls, her thrusts erratic and desperate, and you can feel her knot growing bigger. Your legs are shaking, and you're so full, the thought of her pumping her cum inside you has you moaning.

She presses a kiss to your lips, and you feel her body go rigid, her hips jerking as her cock pulsates and pumps her cum inside you.

You're moaning, her cum feels so hot inside, and you feel her hand rub your belly, and her kisses are soft and gentle. "I love you." You hum, and she pulls away. You don't see her smile fade away as your consciousness does.

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curioussesame · 3 days

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omg I'm realizing I can just talk about all my Chilaios ideas now.

So imagine Laios is like totally head over heels for Chil but he respects his boundaries too hard to try anything with him, especially since he overheard Chil talking one time about his "type" and it seemed to mostly only include half-foots and dwarves. So one day he goes up to him and he's like Chilchuck I have a question... are there any half-foots who fancy tallmen? And Chilchuck is confused and a little flustered, but eventually concedes that, sure, some half-foots probably like tallmen, but why does he ask? So Laios explains that he really likes half-foots, but he isn't sure how to approach them because he doesn't want to seem disrespectful, and Laios is so genuine about it that Chilchuck offers to bring him to half-foot bars and the like so he can get to know half-foot culture better and maybe even meet someone who's interested in him, and Laios is super excited to learn all this stuff (which Chil finds very endearing) but every time Chilchuck tries to act as his wingman, Laios fumbles or even just straight up turns the person down. He gets kind of annoyed with him eventually and asks like why is your type so specific dude? you said you liked half-foots but no one you meet is good enough for you and finally Laios admits that he's already found the half-foot he likes and he's right in front of him and Chil is thrown and flabbergasted but pretty quickly realizes... he's not super opposed to that. So he says okay next week when we go to the bar it'll be a date and Laios gets the sweetest happy-puppy-dog look on his face. And in the end their relationship is all the stronger because of all Laios learned and Chilchuck falls for him so damn fast that he isn't entirely sure he wasn't already in love with him and just didn't realize it.

#chilaios #chilchuck #laios #ramblings

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MDNI - Rich!Jungwon 4

Jungwon Masterlist

“Should I be worried?” you say, brushing your hair as you look at Jungwon’s reflection in your vanity mirror. He climbs off the bed and walks up behind you, kissing the top of your head.

“No, having a guard assigned to you is just a standard precautionary measure. Please don’t be afraid, Jagiya,” Jungwon says, rubbing your shoulders.

“Is it because of your dad?” you whisper.

“What? No. I mean… yeah, he’s a pain in my ass but he’s not stupid enough to even think about actually hurting you.” You turn on your stool to face him.

“Jungwon, I know how he feels about me. I’ve seen the news articles. I knew marrying you could cause problems–” He kneels in front of you, tightly holding your hands.

“You are not causing problems! Don’t ever say that to me again. It’s just an adjustment period for everyone. My mom and I are taking care of this situation with Yang International. So please focus on your classes, okay?” He kisses your hands, smiling. You nod your head. He slips his fingers up your bare thigh. Your silk robe falling open to expose your panties. He smirks, dimples on full display. He lifts your leg over his bare shoulder.

“Oh no you don’t, mister. I need sleep. I have two tests in the morning,” you say, pressing your hand to his face to stop him before he dips his head between your legs. He chuckles.

“Just a taste, kitten. A little lick. Please…” he begs. You shake your head. He drops your leg and sighs defeatedly before standing up. “Okay. You’re right. Sleep is important…” He suddenly grabs you, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“JUNGWON! NO!” You smack his ass with your hand. He smacks your ass in return before throwing you on the bed. You try to crawl away but he grabs your leg, pulling you back. Jungwon climbs on top of you as you giggle. He attacks your face with kisses, grinding his erection against your pussy.

“You can give it to me or I can take it from you. What’s it gonna be?” he says huskily. You push him over, straddling him momentarily before he rolls you over. Too far, too fast and over the edge of the bed. “Oh fuck!” you shout as you both land onto the floor. Banging heads. “Shit baby. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” he reaches for your head and you smack his hand away.

“This is what happens when you get greedy!” you groan, rubbing your head.

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“Tell her about the upcoming exhibit,” Jungwon says excitedly as he takes a bite of his eggs. You look at him nervously with big eyes. He nods encouragingly. His mom looks at you expectantly as she takes a sip of her coffee. With all the buzz of the media, the chaos between him and his dad over YI, Jungwon is trying his best to make you feel comfortable in his world. Which meant inviting his mom over for brunch one Saturday. He had a huge smile on his face when he told her that he prepared the meal all by himself. It made you happy, seeing him so happy that he accomplished a simple domestic task.

“Uh, yes. It’s in three weeks. My whole class actually. It’s not just me. But I’ll have to decide which piece I feel truly represents my journey as an artist.” You smile shyly and Jungwon squeezes your hand.

“That sounds lovely. May I attend?” she asks, smiling. You see the uncanny resemblance. Not just the dimples. Everything from her soft eyes to her nose and her genuine smile. Thank god he also inherited her endearing personality.

“Of course, I’ll send you the final details as soon as I know them.”

“You know, the Met Gala is also in a few weeks. We attend it every year. But I know it’s not really one of Jungwon's favorite events to attend. Would you like to accompany me instead?” she asks. Your jaw hits the floor and Jungwon laughs. He tips your chin up to close your mouth.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a ‘yes’, mom.” You nod your head so hard, it just might roll off your neck.

“Wonderful. Finally, someone else in the family who appreciates art as much as I do,” she says with a wink.

@nyfwyeonjun @maymarrylhs @nyxtwixx @ilabjungwon @enha-ism @belowbun @emi-en @mydearestwonnie @woniesprincess04 @snoopypupp @moonlightndaydreams @daydreams-after-dark @wildflowermooon

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peachhcs · 14 hours

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Celly propt 7 where Sammy wears Will jersey for the first time as a couple at BC or could be done in the USA era when Will realizes he has felling for Sammy

in his jersey | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the pining continues between samy and will during the wonder years when she wears his jersey to his ntdp game

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i got a bit carried away when writing this lmao. i know this is a celly request, but i also feel like this ask fits into samy and will's wonder years category. writing their pining is soo cutie because they're so oblivious to one another. also posting another fic bc i feel bad leaving y'all dry for a couple days😭

700 celly masterlist | au masterlist

samy pulled the baseball cap further down her head as she sunk into the bleachers beside will's parents. she sported her friend's number across her back, trying to ignore the glaring looks from the other girls three rows down. they were regulars at the home games only because they had crushes on each of the players—specifically will. when samy walked into the rink wearing will's number across her back daggers were instantly shot. those girls were definitely not happy seeing samy wear her friend's number.

she tried ignoring them knowing they were just jealous she knew will specifically. she'd be happy to befriend them, but after months of just glaring, it was obvious they didn't wanna be samy's friend. instead, she sat with her parents and kept her attention on the boys down on the ice doing their warmups.

her eyes glued themselves to her best friend wearing the number 2 which was the same number spread across her back along with his last name. he skated around the ice with gabe and ryan, the three of them doing their warmups together like always. she loved seeing the three of them down there together, smiles painted on each of their lips being able to play the sport they loved together.

it was also a bit of nostalgia knowing their last games playing for the ntdp were coming close. spring was right around the corner which also meant u18 worlds and after that the boys were completely done with the program. something about all of that felt bittersweet for the boys and samy.

what would she do without them bugging her either in ann arbor or plymouth every weekend? will finally found her gaze when he looked towards the stands. the smile never left his lips as he waved. it was pretty known by now that he always waved at samy first before shifting his attention to his parents beside her. the blonde skated towards the glass and nodded his head to the right, an indication that he wanted samy down at the open entrance.

while getting up, the youngest hughes directed a smirk in those other girls' direction. she knew she was about to piss all of them off when they watched her and will interact on the floor. what samy didn't know was that will saw the entire thing.

he knew those girls liked him and were most definitely jealous of samy. he knew getting her in his jersey would shut them right up and finally get off his back by sending a clear message that he liked his best friend! (of course, samy had no idea though).

"they're gonna bully my dms if you keep that up," the blonde lifted his helmet as he skated right up to the door where samy waited.

the girl's entire face flushed in embarrassment, "you saw that?" she grimaced.

"yeah, i did. it was endearing though. seeing you brag in their faces that you're mine," sometimes will's confidence grew a little too much and he said things without thinking. his own face flushed after realizing he said that.

"i'm yours, huh?" samy raised her eyebrow.

"shut up, you know what i mean," but she didn't. she didn't really get what will meant and how badly he wanted to really call her his.

his stupid feelings were only getting worse and seeing her in his jersey with his all-time favorite number wasn't helping. however, his chest swelled with pride and a feeling of possessiveness knowing that everyone in the arena would see his name plastered across her back.

"you look good in my jersey, by the way," will pulled at the material that basically swallowed up samy's small frame.

"i still wonder how you convinced me to wear this," the brunette teased a bit, but secretly she loved it.

her stupid feelings were only growing stronger and when will begged her to wear his jersey to his game the other day samy nearly confessed right there. even though it was fun watching her best friend beg her for something, she would've worn it regardless.

"i'm pretty convincing," the boy shrugged smugly. samy rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her trying to act unfazed.

"good luck tonight, will. you guys are gonna do great," she reached up to place a gentle kiss to his cheek because 1. she always did that and 2. she wanted to make those girls even more jealous than they were. who cared if they went and bullied her and will's dms later.

"thanks, hughesy. see you after the game?" it was a miracle she didn't notice will's heart eyes.

"you know where to find me," they said their goodbyes before will's coach came after him for not warming up.

the game revved up to 5-3 with the ntdp boys on the winning side. samy was on her feet as she cheered on her best friends flying across the ice. the trio worked so well together, speaking wordlessly with one another as they trusted each other and passed the puck around the opposing team. it was almost like a dream watching those boys play and that feeling of bittersweet crept back into samy's mind.

u18s and then the nhl draft in a few months meaning all of them joining the professional world. it was a day that seemed so far away when they were younger and was now just months away.

"let's go will!" samy yelled down as the forward made his third goal of the night bringing the score to 6-3.

the crowd erupted in cheers. the brunette smiled seeing will do his celly with ryan and gabe. immediately, the boy's gaze spun around to find samy's in the stands. they found one another pretty quickly and will pointed up at her, the happiness glowing across his features. his gesture earned a small blush across her cheeks while her parents and will's sent the girl knowing looks because of course they knew their kids liked one another before they even knew.

once the game finished, samy waited around near the locker room for will to emerge. she usually leaned against the wall scrolling through her phone until the boy came running out. tonight was no different. twenty minutes after the game ended, the blonde was rushing out of the locker room in a happy daze. his curls were hardly even dry as he scooped samy into his arms, spinning her around so her feet weren't even on the ground.

"so proud of you, will. you played so good," the girl gushed into his shoulder.

"you always make me play well," his flirting earned another blush on samy's face.

"shoulda known this was why will pushed everyone out of the way to shower first," ryan teased as he came out a moment later with gabe.

the boys snickered with one another, but will didn't find it amusing. "shut up," he mumbled.

"good to see ya, hughes. thanks for coming," ryan collected samy into his own hug.

"duh, like i'd ever miss a game. you guys played so well," she pinched their cheeks which annoyed the hell out of them, but they let her do it anyway.

"how much did smitty pay you to wear his jersey?" gabe continued with the chirping.

all of them but will shared a laugh. he was not finding their remarks as amusing as he usually would tonight, "jesus, do you guys ever shut up?"

"just a bit of begging and he convinced me," samy squeezed will's arm.

"begging? like hands and knees?" ryan hollered. poor will was now red in the face and wanted to rip his friends' heads off before they said anything more stupid.

"just like that," samy didn't help.

"don't we have to meet our parents. i thought they wanted to go out to dinner," will cut in before someone said anything else.

"right, they're in the lobby," the brunette grabbed ahold of will's arm as they walked together to find their parents.

after hugging his parents, the two families headed out to find something to eat. will climbed into samy's car since she drove herself up knowing the blonde would most definitely convince her to come back to his house for awhile which then resulted in her sleeping over. good thing it was saturday night and neither of them had practice tomorrow.

"what am i gonna do when you're a hundred miles away in the fall?" will's gaze fell on samy's even though she was focusing on her parents' car in front of them as they followed them to the restaurant.

"tough question. probably die," samy teased a little.

"probably, yeah. i don't think i've ever really played a game without you there," the blonde admitted. she found his gaze for a second. the whole idea of graduating and going to college was a thought swirling around both of their minds lately.

"i'll be there in spirit watching you through my laptop."

"not the same, but i guess it'll have to do," will sighed a bit.

"you know boston's gonna be really lucky to have you. you're a legacy," she poked his arm that was dangerously close to hers on the center console, but it wasn't like either of them were gonna move their arms away.

"you are too, you know. by association," will smiled.

"i think quinn and luke nearly fainted when i made it official i was going to michigan," the brunette hummed.

"michigan definitely gained a good one. you're gonna kill it on the field."

she met the boy's still lingering gaze. the two shared a loving smile still so oblivious to each other's feelings. they were so obvious, yet both of them didn't see it no matter what anyone said or did.

the drunk makeouts didn't count because they were drunk, right? the lingering touches was just a friend thing, right? the constant teasing from both of their friends was stupid because none of them knew what they were talking about, right?

wrong. so, so wrong.

samy did in fact end up back at will's house after dinner. the two curled up on the couch with the tv playing a movie, but neither of them were really paying attention because all they could think about was one another and who would finally have enough courage to confess their feelings.

#will smith hockey #hughes!sister x will smith au #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #umich hockey #samy hughes #uofmichigan #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #will smith hockey fluff #bc hockey #bc eagles #bc eagles lb #peachhcs 700 celly!#umich wolverines #san jose sharks #boston college hockey imagine #boston college imagine

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May Prompts

Today's prompt is: cold. (Apologies in advance for waving a cheery goodbye to the cold for a while, before it was brought back)

The Luckies Girl in the World (chapter six)

Summary: A visit to Sherlock's parents bestows Rosie with a pet name.

Six Years Old

I never found it weird that Papa called me Watson. It was his name for me, but some of my friends, teachers and apparently Sally Donovan, found it to be heartless and cold.

They all failed to discern the amount of affection and warmth in his voice when he addressed me as such. There was nothing cold about it.

Papa also used endearments like my heart and my precious girl, but only in private, which made them feel even more special. I never heard him call Dad anything but John, though he had a dozen different ways of saying Dad’s name.

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Papa gave me a new name a warm summer day when I was six. We were visiting his parents, which I adored, he not so much. That’s what he claimed, anyway, but I saw how fond he was of them. They didn’t have that strong bond I had with my parents, but it more than sufficed, and Dad made up for it by being his wonderful self. Natural, friendly, helping in the kitchen and doing some of the heavier gardening for my grandmother.

Papa and his father had one particular interest in common. Bees. My grandfather had several beehives, and the first thing Papa did when we arrived, was to pester his father about the creatures he found so endlessly fascinating. Papa’s father was a patient man and answered all his questions meticulously.

Until then, I hadn’t been allowed near the hives, but this time, Pops, as I called him, had a surprise for me. My very own beekeeper suit, long gloves and a gigantic hat with a protective veil.

Papa was just as excited as me when I’d dressed myself, and the three of us walked into the garden to inspect the beehives. Not after Dad had taken endless pictures, though.

“Fascinating, aren’t they?” Papa murmured in my ear when Pops lifted out one of the frames where bees crawled around and buzzed.

I could only nod in agreement, because I couldn’t get my eyes off them. The hexagon pattern, the delicious honey they produced, their colour, how organised it all was.

At dinner that night, I told Dad all about my bee adventure, helped by Papa and Pops. When Granny served her famous honey cake with toasted almond flakes on top and vanilla ice cream for dessert, my day was complete.

“Is the honey from Pops’ bees?” I asked hopefully.

“Oh, yes, Rosie,” Granny answered. “Your Pops wouldn’t allow any other honey inside this house. Besides, it’s the best honey for miles.”

Pops squeezed her hand, and I sighed happily when I was granted a second slice of cake.

***

After that day, Papa started to call me by another name. Not that he discarded Watson altogether, but it was mostly limited to when he reprimanded me, so I guess it turned out to have a chillier effect on me in the end.

When he first used the new name in Dad’s presence, I could see tears form in his eyes.

“Bee,” Dad whispered. “What a beautiful and fitting name.”

“Indeed. You like it, don’t you?” Papa asked me.

“I love it,” I stated. “I’ve never had a pet name before, have I, Dad?”

“Not as such, love,” Dad agreed. “Do you want me to come up with something too?”

“Only if you want to. You call me love and sweetheart all the time in addition to my name, so it’s fine,” I told him.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” Papa recited.

“You and your Shakespeare,” Dad teased.

“Well, it is a nice quote, though I think an originally Danish saying, also used in Norway as far as I know, describes what I’m thinking about even better,” Papa retorted.

“Can you translate it into English?” I asked expectantly.

“Of course, Bee,” Papa replied. “A dear child has many names.”

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#may prompts 2024 #day 6: cold #sherlock fandom #rosie watson #sherlock #john watson #grandparents #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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isaacwhy x gn!reader (sfw) summary: you're out shopping with your boyfriend, isaac, when you find some initial necklaces. just in time for your six-month anniversary, you buy two, one for him and one for you. requested?: no, inspired by @ficblogmoni's!

It was quite unexpected, but in this relationship you'd had going with Isaac, you'd become quite the shopaholic. It was mostly spurred on by the fact that Isaac loved to shower you in gifts and take you shopping for whatever you wanted. Either way, you'd been shopping more times in the last few months than you had in years.

You'd gotten together with Isaac around six months ago, being friends with him for some time beforehand. When you'd finally gotten the guts to ask him out, he was overjoyed. After a few dates, he'd confessed that he'd been totally head over heels and trying to plan how to ask you out. Seeing him so flustered about it was simply the most endearing thing in the world.

Once you were officially a couple, then came the onslaught of gifts. Every day, your drink order from the local coffee shop was waiting for you once you were awake. Your favorite meals were ordered on DoorDash the second you mentioned you were having a craving. You hardly had to raise a finger, and your needs were being met.

You didn't quite have his YouTube income, but you tried to return the favor. Little gifts and trinkets from his favorite shows and souvenirs from wherever you'd go. He'd always blush bright, grinning like an idiot and telling you it wasn't necessary. All of your gifts would end up somewhere in his room or office, and he'd amassed quite the collection.

Your six month anniversary was right around the corner, and you thought it was the perfect time to buy something. He loved the sentimentality of anniversaries and you needed to show him you did, too. So, you popped over to his room with a smile on your face and asked to go out for a little shopping trip.

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Isaac was laid out on his bed, but on top of his blankets and almost fully dressed.

As he rolled out of bed and began to slip his shoes on, you walked up to him and began to mess with his hair. "Your curls are growing out, you know."

"Do you think I need to get them cut?" He looked up at you, and the way he looked like a puppy nearly melted you into the carpet.

You laughed and shook your head. "No, no, I like them a little longer. But, if you want to cut it, that's fine."

He shrugged as he finished tying his shoes, standing up and sufficiently towering over you. "Eh, I like it a little longer. Looks cooler that way, anyways."

"I'm just sad your mega Christian conservative family never taught you how to take care of them," You snickered, "Learning from Nick of all people.."

"Oh, shut up," He lightly smacked your arm as the two of you began to walk to his door, "You ready to go?"

You nodded and flashed a thumbs-up, "Ready."

Walking through the house didn't take long, but you did have to dodge a flying slipper from Blake, who was on the couch watching anime. You flipped him off as Isaac lightly scolded him for it, but you made it to the front door in one piece.

The two of you hopped into Isaac's car. You got settled into the passenger seat as Isaac turned on the car, pulling out of the driveway. You turned on your music, at Isaac's request, as you made the commute to the shopping mall area.

Pulling into the parking lot, you and Isaac got out of the car and you walked with your hand in his towards the first store. His eyes flitted around, and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're faceless, Isaac. They don't know."

"I know, it's just a little weird sometimes," He laments, "Even if there's almost no chance anybody could recognize me, I still get.. anxious about it. Doesn't help I'm so tall."

"They won't," You looked at him with a smile, "Plus, there's a lot of tall dudes. None as hot as you, though."

Isaac shook his head and snickered, but seemed a little more relaxed as you walked in the store together. It was more of a beauty store, and you broke away from Isaac to look at the necklaces. Isaac headed towards the watches.

As you sifted through the necklaces, your eye caught onto one section. It was a bunch of beautiful silver necklaces with initials on them. Your eyes darted back over to Isaac to make sure he wasn't looking as you slipped two into your hand. You found a store employee who was happy enough to box them up in small gift boxes.

You walked back over after making sure there wasn't anything else you wanted, seeing Isaac with a watch in his hand. It was beautiful, slightly minimalist but also with enough flare that you know Isaac would like. He looked to you with a smile. "You think it would look good?"

"I think it's great," You looked a little closer, a little in awe of its quality, "Thing looks expensive. But, you'd look good in it."

"I think so, too," Isaac nodded as he called over a worker and had them box one up for him. His eyes looked to the boxes in your hands with an intrigued look on his face. "What do you have there?"

"Nothing you get to know about yet," You said with a small grin.

He shook his head as he brought the boxes over to the register, paying for them and handing your boxes back to you. "Fine. Keep secrets from me, then. What's next? Do you watch Chainsaw Man with Tanner or something?"

"Worse," You laughed, "It's a watch party. Tanner, Nick, Blake, Larry, we even have Grunk on discord with us. We're literally only leaving you out."

"How dare you.." He scoffed, but his feigned anger turned into a big smile when he saw a store, "Wait, can we go get some shoes?"

"You have an addiction, Isaac."

You were quite lucky, by the time you had left the shoe store Isaac only had three new pairs. One of which he had picked out for you, and bought it before you had a chance to tell him no. That was one of the downsides of him knowing your measurements for everything: he bought shit for you even if you wanted to tell him no. Of course, if you genuinely hated something, he wouldn't.

Only a few stores later, the two of you called it a day on the shopping. You had a few new outfit components, one pair of shoes from Isaac, and the necklaces. They'd make for a great anniversary present.

You did your best to act as normally as you could as you got everything out of the car and into the house. It was a lot easier when Tanner came over and pestered the two of you, asking if you had gotten anything for him. He was dismayed when you had to let him down.

The rest of the night went smoothly, chilling in Isaac's room watching anime, cuddled up under the covers. He eventually had to work on a video, but told you that he had his schedule completely cleared for the next day. He never would miss an anniversary.

Unfortunately, you couldn't find the willpower to stay up until he came back to bed. Although you fell asleep alone, you woke up to being held by Isaac when the morning sun was fully up. Isaac smiled at you as you turned to him, resting you head on his chest.

"Happy anniversary, baby," You heard him say in his morning voice.

You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to keep your eyes open. "Happy anniversary, Isaac."

He sat up just slightly so he could look down and see your face, and you saw his tired smile. "Do you want to grab breakfast? I could pick up your drink order and get us some food."

"Usually I'd stay home, but," You stretched out your arms and sat up fully, "I've got something for us to wear out."

He raised a brow, a small smirk on his lips. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Not yet," You pulled yourself from his bed and shook your head, "Get dressed."

He nodded, following you out of bed and over to his dresser. "Any specific dress code for picking up some breakfast?"

"For our six-month anniversary? If I get to pick, put on one of your slutty tank tops."

"They're not slutty!"

"Sure."

He shook his head, finding a black tank top and pulling it on. He slipped into a pair of light-gray, if not off-white, sweatpants. You got dressed for the casual occasion, making some looks over at your boyfriend and admiring the way his arms looked in the tank top. They were drool worthy.

Once the two of you were ready to leave, Isaac looked to you expectantly. "Well then, I'm all dressed. What are you adding to the outfit?"

You grinned. "Well.." You reached into the bedside table and pulled out the two boxes you had picked up the day before. They held the necklaces you bought, but you quickly peeked in them to figure out which one was yours before holding your hand out with his necklace box in it. "Find out."

He picked the box out of your hand, which looked even tinier in his giant palm. He slowly opened the box and his expression was generally unreadable for a few seconds before a big smile spread across his face. "Is this.."

"My initial," You finished his sentence as you put on the "I" necklace, "And I got one with yours."

He took a few more seconds in shocked silence before he slowly put it on, fidgeting with the letter a bit. "Was this what you bought us yesterday?"

"Yeah," You flushed a little, "I wanted to be able to tell the world you're mine, and I'm yours. A little anniversary gift."

Isaac approached you slowly, the smile never leaving his face. "You're mine, and I'm yours," He repeated, "I like that."

"I know you do," You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in close, "That's why I love you."

He grinned as he leaned down to you, pressing a kiss to your lips softly. "I love you too. Happy anniversary, baby."

You buried your face in his chest, taking in his scent. "Can we get out of here? I'm hungry as hell."

He snickered as he took your hand, leading you out of the room just as he did the day before. Your fingers laced together, feeling warm and content in his presence. "Of course. Anything for you."

#isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #the group chat #the group #the group x reader #tgc #tgc x reader #yumi #softwilly #bigt #larry croft #grunk

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joydoesathing · 2 days

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i never get to see you talk about Arlene and Glenn much, do you have any facts about them you want to share? (also love your art)

hiii i'm glad you asked. hoo boy, i'm not sure where to start but i'll do my best💚💜

so glenn is quite stoic and a conformist. he had to work his way up to get to where he is now, a rather successful banker, but of course it was never smooth sailing, so he had to steel himself. he also is aware that people like him don't usually get opportunities to get to work white-collar jobs and get good pay, so he does his best to keep in-line and appeal to his peers, lest he gets kicked out of work (at the time when he first got his job, i would estimate it would be around the the early 1930s and inequality was still very rampant, so he may get kicked out for even the slightest slip up)

arlene on the other hand, is an open-minded and friendly woman. she is also quite spirited and sticks to her own convictions, which can make her come off as a bit eccentric. she originally worked as a factory worker but decided to quit and pursue her passion as a writer.

when glenn first met arlene, of course, he did ridicule her a lot. he would ask why she left her job that at the very least has more stable pay just to become a writer, whose pay is less stable. there are way more factors that glenn could point out on why writing isn't a wise career but still arlene still remained unbothered, which confused glenn a lot.

"that didn't sound right. isn't it supposed to be "minor inconveniences"?"

as weird and absurd he thinks arlene's persistence is, it's one of the things that captivated him about her.

"if i just continue working in that factory, i would get more stable pay, yes, but surely i wouldn't be truly happy and living would just seem bleak and tedious, don't you think? personally, writing gives more color to my life for that's where my passion lies."

it's an outlandish and illogical way of thinking. giving up financial stability, just for your passion? glenn doesn't understand why or how, but there's just something endearing and enviable about that persistence and ambition.

compared to his own financially stable but stifling and not very eventful life, arlene seems more happy and satisfied.

maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be at least have someone that could give his own life color through their genuine happiness.

tldr: stoic and conformist guy finds happiness with eccentric gal

#ask stuff #that's not my neighbor #genderbend #arnold schmicht #gloria schmicht

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i love this so much omgggg. imagine bucky is in a mood one day with buck but still just collapses onto buck’s bunk and curls into the sheets. buck would think it was the most endearing thing ever. maybe buck is standing in bucky’s way, forcing bucky to grumble out an excuse me that’s just dripping with attitude but buck can’t even be upset about it because bucky proceeds to shove past him and throw himself into buck’s bunk and bury his face in his pillow. or imagine buck coming over to talk to bucky and bucky rolls away from him but it’s like. that kind of loses its effect when ur in BUCK’s bunk😭

linked post | gigglingsjdgk yes omg. this is so so THEM i'm gone

it doesn't matter how much they bicker or fight during the day or what type of mood either of them might be in– john will not sleep in his own bunk if his life depends on it once he gets a taste of sleeping in gale's. over the winter, the bunking for warmth excuse works just fine, but as the weather starts to heat up, his new excuse is "your bunk is comfier."

gale doesn't point out that this makes no sense with all of their bunks being the exact same; he'd love to tease john about it, but he doesn't want to scare him out of climbing into his bunk night after night, and he makes damn sure the other guys don't rib on him for it either. everyone's got their coping mechanisms, and they all know john's hanging on by a thread, so they're not going to question his vices.

imagine what goes down after that scuffle in the yard? john spends the rest of the evening pacing the yard, cooling off until it's time for lock–in, and gale's waiting leaning against his bunk when john comes back into the room, expecting a conversation. but john doesn't even look at him fully, just brushes past with a short bratty "scuse me" and drags himself into gale's bunk and curls up as close to the wall as he can get without another word.

gale turns and stares at him in disbelief, shaking his head but still feeling so fond because they can have the worst fight of their friendship and john still crawls into his bed at the end of the day like it belongs to him just as much as gale, even in his silent treatment.

gale half wants to go crawl into john's bunk instead to make a point, but he's not sure he can even fall asleep alone anymore after so many months of sharing a bunk, and he knows it's not really him that john's mad at– they're all mad at the world right now, and john's just taking it out on him because he's there and real and he subconsciously tries to sabotage anything good because he feels undeserving. the silent treatment is as much geared towards gale as it is john punishing himself for the guilt he feels after lashing out at him.

john presses his face into gale's pillow when gale climbs in behind him with a huff, pulling the thin blanket up over both of them, only hesitating for a moment before he slings his arm over john's waist all the same, deciding he's not gonna lay awkward and uncomfortable facing the opposite direction with nowhere for his arms to go; if john wants to be touchy, he can lay somewhere else.

john barely manages to put on a show of being tense against him for more than a few minutes before he's relaxing into his arms anyway, back pressing to his chest, a quiet sigh puffing out against the pillow. gale steals a gentle press of his lips to the nape of his neck, a silent apology, because he knows they'll talk properly in the morning once john's not as antsy and worked up, and john squeezes gale's hand where it rests over his stomach, and everything feels okay again. <3

#i LOVE the second scenario too lol gale would call him on his stupid stubbornness in a heartbeat and it would lead to more bickering #but they always smooth things out in the end even if they don't go about it the healthiest way </3 they're learning #i need to actually work on the dog fic ch3 tn so gonna save more drabbles/brainrot for later when i make some good progress sobs #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buckbucky #clegan

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meowzilla93 · 2 days

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okies!

so we spoke about her love language earlier in the week! something very particular about August, she does have one little thing she does to show her affection to those around her

booping you

cheek, chin, ribs, arm, forehead, anywhere she can reach to basically poke you, thats he oddly showing her affection!

Baxter is the only one she bops on the nose! to her, its such a twee and precious nose and she simply cannot help herself!!

(feat commissions from @minthe-drawings of August penchant to 'boop!' Baxter in step 3 and 4!)

Step 3 Babies!! (Baxter is so endeared by it because he has never experience this before!!)

Step 4 Darlings!! (August likes to be cheeky, and has conditioned Baxter to expect a kiss when she boops him, and here he is gonna get what he is promised!)

URGH seeing them side by side is the cutest thing ever and seeing how they change but their love is precious and sweet and and

i love them so much your honour!

#my darling august!#baxter so use to getting a boop and a kiss that when he doesnt #he actually pouts #too sweet they give me diabetes #boop!#baxter ward #olba #our life beginnings and always #our life #olba baxter #olba mc #our life baxter #our life: beginnings & always #baxter x mc #our life beginnings & always #meow drabbles!#meow infodump!

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yet another question because i like your analyses ... what do you consider to be vertin's love language? what's her favourite to give and what's her favourite to receive. also can i ask the same for sonetto and schneider

The way my brain works is it latches into certain personality traits or in game events and then tries to find context in game to deepen these ideas/theories. A lot of these ideas end up getting exaggerated and honestly a new piece of in-game lore could change how I feel about them. Ngl, I started getting self-indulgent with this one. With that little disclaimer out of the way, here we go!

Vertin as the giver: The Provider

She can be over the top with her grand displays of affection, but Vertin will love you like she is going to lose you. Due to the Storm, she very well might.

Physical touch! Especially holding hands or touching people's hair. this post has all evidence your honor.

Providing for / fulfilling desires. Will spoil her loved ones rotten.

Your happiness is her happiness, but that also means your dissatisfaction/sadness/anger is her failure.

Will support your ideas, dreams, and from time to time, your mischief.

Will compliment and praise you. Cheesy but endearing.

Doesn't like mornings, but will always wake up with you.

If you say you lie about not wanting food (she can tell), she'll order more than she can eat by herself and ask you for "help". She always orders food with the intention of sharing

Wants to take you on trips and try new things together.

Attentive to your reactions and body language. It seems like she can read your mind at times, which makes things easier. Unfortunately, you can't read hers...

Vertin as the recipient: Comfortable as a Lover, Uncertain as the Loved.

In her mind, she is the one who is supposed to be providing for you so when someone does “too much” for her, she feels like she's taking advantage of them or letting them down in some way

Will hardly ask for anything aside from occasional favors. However, she'll always accept gifts no matter how bizarre or dangerous. Give her a rock and she'll treasure it in her room. Ugly shirt as a gag gift? She'll definitely wear it.

Likes to be involved and engaged in activities alongside you. Invite her to do things you're interested in/hobbies

Unlike Smoltin, the Timekeeper doesn't share many of her interests. She's too busy accomodating the needs of others. Ask her to play the piano or that you'd like to see her paintings. This will create an opportunity for her to open up about things she likes under the guise of doing a service for you. Really, it'll benefit both parties. NOTE: rejecting these aspects of her or dismissing her when she tries to share something with you is a big no-no. She'll stop trying to open up. (Smoltin would keep trying, but the Timekeeper will respect your perceived disinterest)

While she can "read your mind", confirming your thoughts wouldn't hurt. Let her know you enjoy doing things together or if anything is bothering you. You opening up to her is a huge deal for her! She wants to do everything she can for you and having your trust means a lot to her.

Ironically, Vertin will never tell you “everything” and that's something you have to accept. It's not even a trust thing, but due to the way she perceives time. She values her time with you and doesn't want to ruin these precious moments with negativity since time is so fleeting. She'd rather stay positive in case that day happens to be your last day together.

If an argument does occur, Vertin is the one who gets banished to the couch. However, she usually offers on her own when she knows what's coming. Even when arguing, she still wants her loved one to be as cozy as possible. She won't allow them sleep on the couch. She doesn't like arguing and will try to make things better as soon as possible.

Sonetto as the giver: The Guard Dog

Loyalty and protectiveness (comes with possessiveness) . Will sacrifice herself for her loved ones.

Nurturing; despite people thinking she's always going to obey, Sonetto will tug on the leash if anything endangers her loved ones; including her loved ones themselves. Expect a “debate” (it's not really a debate because she won't budge until you yield) on why you need to take care of yourself or else she'll do it for you.

Clingy; Just wants to be close. Doesn't like being separated

Learning about you; she wants to be part of your life not just a bystander in it. Your favorite foods, colors, etc. She wants to know everything!

Putting up with a lot. She will follow you to hell and back. She won't approve a bad decision, but will stick around because she doesn't want you to get hurt.

Will learn new skills just to help you. If she can't do something for you now, she'll work to become someone who can in the future.

Sonetto as the Recipient: The Puppy

Wants physical intimacy but is sometimes uncertain on how to initiate. Hugs, hand-holding, kisses, she wants it all. Will initiate once she feels more confident.

Verbal praise! Let her know she's done well or compliment her.

Reaffirmation. Tell her you like her to remove doubts (you'd be surprised how powerful telling a loved one “I love you” is. Propaganda to tell an important person in your life you love them because you'll never know when the last day you can say it will come.)

Encourage her to embrace her curiosity and explore the world with her. Be patient with her as she figures things out. Even better, be proud of her.

Helping her with her crosswords in the newspaper is great for bonding time. Also likes to have meals together

Won't steal your food but she makes puppy eyes at you without realizing. Food will be shared both ways.

She likes poetry and books the most but she's happy to receive anything from her beloved.

Big doggy, but little spoon. This is one is purely self-indulgence because big doggies alway act like cuddly puppies. Puppnetto is Canon.

Will never banish her loved ones to the couch. She doesn't stay mad long enough for that and will want to cuddle even if she's angry. Her puppy eyes make her immune to banishment as well.

Schneider as the giver: Bloody Valentine

Will kill for you and die for you

Will never keep her hands of the person she loves. PDA is imminent.

Flirty, playful, but likes to have serious and deeper conversations from time to time. This is a sign she likes you.

Clingy, but will disappear on you randomly to see if you chase her. Will reward you with lots of attention once you find her.

Will always choose her loved ones above all else

Schneider as the recipient: Wants The Love she Never Had

While she was the backbone for her family, she is a spoiled brat with her beloved. Attention, thoughtful gifts & gestures, and everything else she didn't have as a child (or had to earn herself) are expected.

Schneider values Stability and Loyalty in her partners. Despite her tough talk, she spent a majority of her life providing shelter for her family and dragging them out of poverty at her own expense. She wants someone who will stick beside her through thick and thin, despite the chaos in her life. NOTE: Sometimes she'll do something crazy just to see how her loved one would react

While she likes to tease and menace her loved ones, she will always remind them how much she loves them. She is someone who will prove it too.

Doesn't like to listen. She must be persuaded.

Dates to public places are fine, but when she's really into someone she'd rather spend more time alone with them.

Wants 6 kids, a dog, a cat, and a bird. She had 11 sisters! She's being reasonable here.

Is the one who keeps the bed and banishes people to the couch if she's mad. However, her loved ones will wake up in the middle of the night to find her sleeping against them on the couch. She loves you even when she can't stand you putting pineapple on pizza.

When it comes to food, what's yours is her's. Food thief! But, she'll be more than happy to feed you the same food she just nicked off your plate.

#reverse 1999 #vertin #sonetto #schneider #ask #i started getting very indulgent and carried away #i love the pookies #i can't help it #the couch scale is important #it is a valid form of measurement #also the sharing food test #these are the trials couples go through

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