#besties i hate dry top

[evansbby]

Omg yes to the dirty movies.. especially stepdad!ari

He’d place reader on his lap and gets off on her squeezing her thighs together and his boner pressing against her, acting nonchalant about it. Reader is so flustered and tingly. Then she starts grinding on him without knowing she’s getting herself off to the scene he put on. Ari would ask what’s got her so squirmy.. he even places the back of his hand on her forehead and ask her if she’s feeling alright because of the heat radiating off her 😭

Bestie I’ve been thinking about this ask all day😵‍💫 Stepdad!Ari would baby you so much when he’s showing you porn hehehe

Warnings: smut, dark, noncon, dubcon, stepcest, Ari being deranged, dd/lg overtones, dumbification, forced babying, dry humping

“Honey, come here. Daddy wants to show you something.” Your stepfather, Ari, beckons you over to where he’s sitting on the couch, his large, beefy frame taking up most of the space.

You blanch, turning around slowly, “Ari, please. Not now. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Sky blue eyes blinking, he shakes his head, “Little princesses like you aren’t meant to do any work. Now come here.” He pats his knee, a certain edge to his tone that makes you sigh as you make your way over to him.

“Look, Ari, I’m not in the mood for your weird games today, so if you could ju—”

“Shhh, honey. You’ll wake up your mommy.” Ari gestures to the other couch which is adjacent to the one he’s sitting on, where your mother lies asleep, head on the cushion and wrapped in a blanket.

Your blood runs cold — surely Ari wouldn’t try his depraved bullshit while your mom was in the same room? You’re aware of his weird obsession with you, and wanting to baby you all the time — but even he couldn’t be so bad as to do it while your mom was right there? Right?

Ari pulls you into his lap, pressing soft kisses all over your face, “Mm, that’s a good little girl. You know your daddy loves you so much, right?”

“Let me go.” You squirm, although it’s half-hearted because you know it’s futile — Ari is just so big and strong, so much bigger than you. Once he sets his mind on something, there’s no overpowering him.

“Now baby, daddy has a special treat for you today. Does my baby wanna know what it is?” He chucks you under the chin as if you’re his actual little baby, and you scowl at him in return.

“No.”

Ari pinches you hard on your bare thigh, and you yelp. “Wrong. Say: yes, please daddy.”

Swallowing harshly, you wonder if it’ll just be over quicker if you comply. “Y-Yes please, daddy. What’s my treat?”

Your stepdad strokes your hair in approval, before grabbing your chin and turning your face towards the TV, “Today, I’ve decided to give you permission to watch some big girl movies with me.”

Porn. That’s what’s on the TV screen. The start of a porn scene. You gape at the TV before gaping at Ari and finally at your sleeping mother. No way. No fucking way.

“Ari, please! Let’s not do this right now. Please! It’s literally so inappropriate!”

Your stepdad shakes his head, “How many times have I told you not to call me Ari, baby? Do you want me to wake your mother up and tell her you’re being a slut? That you’re trying to seduce your stepfather?”

You suck in your breath, heart beating fast, “No, no I don’t want that.”

“Then address me properly.”

“I’m sorry… daddy.”

He holds you tightly in his lap, your back against his expansive chest and your ass snugly on top of his hard crotch, his large hands holding securely onto your hips.

The porn begins to play, and you look at your mother in terror. Thankfully, she’s still asleep, and Ari makes you look back at the screen. It’s a man with a much younger woman — she’s got a silky pink dress on and her hair in pigtails.

“You think her dress is pretty, baby?” Ari whispers in your ear, pressing his boner up against your ass obscenely, “Daddy can buy you even prettier dresses. Pouffy ones with pretty ribbons. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?”

You’d hate that, but you don’t want to see what happens if you disagree. Specially when he’s so into it now, grinding against you and pressing wet kisses on your neck. “God, princess. You’re so hot, so pretty and cute too. Thank me for letting you watch this big girl movie.”

“Thank you for letting me watch this big girl movie, daddy.” You recite, and your stepfather beams.

“It’s my pleasure, sweet girl.” His hands slip up your top, cupping both your tits and giving them a squeeze, “I know you’re just a baby and these kinds of movies confuse you sometimes. I know that big girl sex is hard to understand but that’s why daddy’s here. I’ll explain it all to you, okay baby?”

“Okay, daddy.”

You can’t help but grow transfixed with the video — it’s been a while since you’ve watched porn and you can’t help but grow excited by the man bending the girl over and fucking her, obscene slapping noises filling the room.

“Oh fuck!” The whimper you suddenly let out is involuntary when you feel Ari suddenly thrust up against you, and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together, the delicious sensations making you moan softly.

“My little baby,” Ari coos, “Sitting pretty in my lap while mommy sleeps. I’m so proud of you, honey. I can tell you’re learning all about big girl sex from this video. Soon, you’ll be ready to sleep in daddy’s bed, won’t you?”

“Mmm, daddy.” You don’t even realise the words slipping past your parted lips, but you do notice the increased pace of Ari’s hips as they thrust upwards into you. You moan softly as you begin to meet his thrusts, loving the delicious friction between your ass, pussy and your stepdad’s clothed crotch.

“You like grinding that little baby pussy against your stepfather, don’t you?” Ari whispers filthily, pinching your nipples and pushing your tits together, tongue licking and biting and sucking against your neck, making you go dumb quickly like you always do.

“Mm, love it daddy! Love feeling your cock!” You babble, a small part of you hating how quickly you give in to him but it’s overtaken by that larger, lust-driven part of you.

“Look at my little baby, humping against your daddy like a little baby slut.” Ari murmurs filthily, dry humping up against you, using his hands on your hips to drag you on top of his dick, back and forth, up and down, his hard crotch sliding between your ass cheeks as he gives the sensitive flesh a harsh slap.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” You cry softly, feeling your pleasure build up as Ari’s hand goes to wrap around your throat.

“I know you’re just a dumb baby but you gotta be quiet. Don’t want mommy to hear what a filthy girl you’re being, do we?” He slaps your thigh hard, “I said, do we?”

“No, no we don’t!” You wail, and now you’re bouncing up and down, feeling the delicious denim of his crotch poke against your eager ass and pussy, your juices soaking up your panties till they’re feeling like a sopping mess. And still, your stepfather doesn’t stop, dragging you over his clothed cock like you’re his personal toy.

“Daddy’s little girl, such a baby yet such a slut at the same time. Dry humping your daddy while your mommy’s in the same room.” Ari kisses you sloppily on the cheek, “God, you have no idea how hot you are. Such a little princess, gonna dress you up so nice next time. Gonna make you wear a cute pink dress when we finally have big girl sex, okay baby?”

“Okay daddy! Yes, yes!” You sob, knowing you’d die if anyone saw you like this, in this state. You can’t believe he’s reduced you to this, and you don’t even care! All you want to do is cum.

“Yes, sweet girl. Sitting so pretty on daddy’s dick. God, wish I had this sweet little baby ass on my lap all the time. I’m never letting you go, honey, you hear that? You’re my little baby and you’re perfect for me. Daddy loves you, sweetie. Daddy loves you so much.”

#anon #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #x reader #Chris evans #chris evans x reader #ari drabble #tw stepcest

[lovelykhaleesiii]

hmmm... Whatabout modern!chubby!aegon learning that the reader has issues with eating? I feel like that could be an interesting little story. Like nothing all that serious, just that the reader often skips meals to get to work earlier, or they cook Aegon dinner but don't leave much for themselves, because they want to make sure our precious babyboi is well-fed but don't care too much about themselves.

Aegon would notice this after a while, and lemme tell you he is NOT having it. Aegon grew up very spoiled, he's never been pressed for time when it comes to eating, nor has he ever dealt with food insecurity in terms of wealth (i.e. he's always had enough money to have 3 meals a day).

So Aegon decides he's gonna learn how to cook, so that he can wake up earlier than you and make you breakfast n things like that :)) you notice, and 1. It's the sweetest goddamn thing ever and you just wanna squish his chubby cheeks and give him kisses for it (cuteness aggression is a real thing, people), and 2. Seeing him in the kitchen with his stupid little apron, puttering around like a housewife kind of drives you CRAZY.

Maybe the reader literally pins him onto the kitchen counter and takes him like that, apron and all, while he's covered with sugar IDK

Aegon also becomes a bit of a hobby-chef because of this, which I think suits him so well. Little babyboi making a bunch of different dishes, asking the reader to try them out with a worried look on his face (he really values your opinion! 🥺). You always tell him his food is amazing though. You might hate seafood beyond belief, but when this boy makes you salmon the reader will eat the whole damn thing and tell him its michelin-star quality.

I can imagine he also puts on a bit more weight because of this. He's always been fluffy, but he maybe starts becoming a little insecure of himself? Like he doesn't quite know if you mind him being a little chubbier. That worry doesn't last long, cuz within 5 seconds, you're back home and squishing his cheeks and belly and laying your head on his soft thighs, and he realizes he really doesn't have to worry about it (with maybe some sweet reassurance from the reader?? Idk I love that shit istg 👀👀)

sorry this was so long! I just love hobby-chef chubby!aegon so I figured I'd spread the idea like a virus lmao 💚

GRRRRR bestie this is everything, some fluff for our fluffy boy <3 the detail in this was everything, I hope I give you justice!!!!

Seconds, Please?

PAIRING: Modern!chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,357.

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, mentions of self-inflicted fatphobia, swearing, dry humping, smut, size difference kink, hint of food play.

A/N - I need this domestic chubby man in my life so bad, please. apologies if I changed or added a few things, it all just came to me in the moment AHAHA <3

Domestic bliss was true, and much to your cause, you were reaping the perks that naturally came with it. Aegon was a loyal, committed partner, a considerate soul, that although many underestimated his capability in a relationship, had proven otherwise...

"Babe, you barely ate your dinner last night, and now you're off to work without having eaten a proper breakfast-" He'd worriedly confessed, remaining seated at the small, circular dining table, his mouth partially full of syrup soaked waffles, as he obediently devoured the last gulp of his breakfast.

"Aeg, baby, I only just managed to whip up something for you. Couldn't leave my big boy to starve now, could I?" You tease, as you hastily gather your belongings in your tote, cutting his soft "but" as you bid him farewell, planting a fast, hard peck on the top of his short, platinum hair.

Aegon, much to his guilt, had only just recently begun to notice how little you ate, in comparison to him. The more it played with his mind, the more sinister the thoughts would become.

Had you developed an eating disorder, that he was so blissfully ignorant to all the signs? Allowing for you to endure such a thing...

Or was it, that you had grown ashamed of his overgrown size, that you felt the need to starve yourself?

Mayhaps, the stress of work and having to care for Aegon on top, your appetite had grown weary and lesser? All because he was selfishly indulgent with the affection and attention you spoiled him with...

He stopped midway to lifting the fork into his mouth to devour the final piece, closely gazing at the slice of the delectable waffle on his fork, that you'd so thoughtfully cooked for him, before throwing it back down on the plate shamefully. The intense guilt he felt brewing in the pit of his stomach, made it feel sinful to finish it. How could he, whilst you went about your day hungry? Connecting the dots, like a pieces to a puzzle, he'd noticed how recently fatigued you were, always desperate for a nap or an early night, often having finished work late from the law firm. These past few weeks, you'd been worked to the bone. The more he dwelled on your frail appearance, he'd come to realise just how weary and thinner you'd grown [not losing an abundant amount, although enough to see how loose your clothes had grown], along with the difference in size between yourself and him, was quite noticeable.

What would others think? That he was the culprit for his girlfriend's malnourishment? Him a 'greedy hog', binging and consuming everything and anything edible on sight, of course, there'd be none left for you to eat. Many of your excuses ranged from not feeling hungry at all [your mind too preoccupied with endless amounts of deadlines], or that you were too tiresome. And in the moments that you'd spared to eat, your appetite was shortcoming, and often you'd plea for Aegon to finish off your leftovers. Now he felt even more woeful, unlike before, the guilt would devour him inside out.

In conclusion... You were too good for him, he did not deserve you. Something needed to change, he did.

"No more fucking around, Aegon, fuck-" He brutally thought to himself, as he arduously heaved himself up: belly sated and full, a pudgy, sticky hand instinctively patted over his belly, as the other grabbed the dishes, placing it in the sink. He was intent on changing his outdated habits.

He could not do much to change his appearance overnight let alone in a few hours, nor was he keen to, if he was being frank. He knew you were quite fond of his new-found softness, having not complained thus far, he was not overly big. Your affections towards him would prove just how desirous you felt, on your behalf: the way his plush body would smother and pin against you when either of you felt a little frisky. And during the cold, winter nights, the way his extra padding and natural body heat would radiate, acting like insulation, as he held you tightly in his thick arms. You felt so incredibly secure. It was a feeling unlike any other, and he refused to take that away from you.

It was time he took charge...

****

"Aeg, I'm home!" You tiresomely call out, breathless as you walk in with your brimful bag and more paper work clutched desperately in your hands, more than what you had initially left home with.

Yet, no response in return.

You slowly linger through the hallway, as you remove your heels, adjusting the papers in your hand, before walking down.

"Aegon-" You worringly repeat once more.

Aegon was often at home most days of the week, for his family owned a wealthy, accounting business. Growing up rich and dependent, it seemed that Aegon grew accustomed to this comfortable lifestyle, and you truly couldn't blame him, he had no part. Although, his parents financially supported him even till now, and provided maids to attend to his needs during his youth, his parents remained absent: often he'd express his discontent with them, and rightfully so. However, he'd just messed up a huge investment opportunity, and was temporarily suspended, thus, he was at home for most of the time. Sitting around, finding solace in snacking to get by the long, lonesome hours, as he eagerly awaited for your return from work. Nonetheless, you had a soft spot for him, and tried to go above and beyond for him, to prove he did not need them anymore...

"In the kitchen-" He loudly yelled, followed by thunderous clangs of metal pots/plates. Your nerves began to set in, was the meals you often prepared for lunch and left in the fridge, not enough? Perhaps, this time they were not tasteful enough for him?

"Hey, baby-" He warmly coos, as he walks over towards you, planting a soft kiss on your flustered cheek.

"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess, not used to where everything is. I promise, I'll clean it up once I'm done-" He pleas, as he walks back towards the oven where, what appears to be a freshly made pizza is brewing.

In silence, you gradually examine the surrounding and Aegon, himself. Although the kitchen was a rightful mess, used plates, sauce, chopped vegetables, pepperoni slices, and shredded mozzarella strands spread all over the counter, like some deconstructed art piece. And Aegon, donned in a white apron that was now completely soiled, with a smidge of what seemed to be flour across his cheek, your heart was full. Placing your bag just before the entrance to the kitchen, and the papers on a clear, clean spot of the dining table, you walk towards Aegon slowly, still focused on the sight before you.

"Aeg, W-What's the meaning of all this? Did you get hungry again? Was the lunch I made not enough?"

"No, no, Y/N. You've done plenty... In fact, more than enough, it's just-" Having wiped his hands clean with a dishcloth, his hands had reached over securely gripping you by the sides. Guiding you over towards a seat by the dining table, you sit down, as he plops himself on the seat beside you, as he pulls your chair closer towards him with ease.

"Y/N, I've noticed how little you've been eating these past few days. And if I'm being honest, it's worrying me, my love-" His soft, fleshy hands reach over to grip yours, firmly holding your small hands in his, as his thumb strokes your skin.

"I-Is there something I should be concerned about, because you know you can tell me anything, right? I-I just want to help you." His low voice breaks, stuttering with concern, as his troubled eyes remain fixated on you.

You can't help although smile, as you now return the gesture, giving a reassuring squeeze of Aegon's soft hand.

"Aeg, please, I am fine, truly. You have nothing to stress about. It-It's just work, I feel like I have no time to waste doing anything really. And I guess, I've been more focused on making sure you've been fed and tended to, than myself before work takes a hold of me... I just didn't want you to think I'd neglected you. Forgive me."

"Fuck, Y/N, what are you to be sorry for? I should be the one apologising... I've been such a hog, so blind to everything you've done-"

"Aeg, please-"

"Seriously, baby... You are just-[sighs], you're just a little too good to me, but I'm willing to change. That's why I did this, trynna' learn to cook for us, princess, so I can be the one taking care of you for a change..."

Nonetheless, Aegon remained true to his word. The home-made pizza he'd so lovingly yet chaotically made that night was a complete success.You teased whether he'd cunningly ordered out and acted as though he'd actually made it.

"Aeg, this- this is seriously so good. It's fucking delicious-" You excitedly exclaim in between each mouthful, as he anxiously awaits for your response by your side. At first, he was in denial, exclaiming that it was just out of niceties, or his beginner's luck in the kitchen. Although, pleading your case, like the competent solicitor that you are, your compliments earn an immediate, genuine smile from Aegon. Beaming across his plump face, his cheeks blushing a subtle tinge of pink, as this was a first for him, and rightfully so, it was an ultimate success.

****

In the months coming, Aegon had grown a hearty passion for cooking, especially because it meant he could provide for you. In his spare time, he'd been searching for various popular recipes/dishes he'd heard of. Other times, he'd ask for your preferences, finding out your favourite childhood meals, eager to reminisce your youth over dinner.

Eventually, he grew more confident with his skills and even began taking risks. Daring to cook meals with ingredients, he knew you were not typically a fan favourite of, and would avoid at all costs. He often always joked about how your eating habits resembled to that of a toddler.

As he was grown spoilt and with a cultured taste, he was acquired to most things, having dined in various, fancy restaurants and fed a range of diverse cuisines. Whereas, yourself, you were not so indulgent with different delicacies and palates. He was eager to change your mind, for he was not a picky eater at all.

You'd awake to your alarm that you'd set for your daily morning walks, blaring at your ear-side from the wooden bedside table, only to stretch and be met with a cold, empty bedside and Aegon missing. Although, the faint ruckus that followed, opening the bedroom door, to a distant bright, yellow light beaming from down the hallway from the kitchen, you'd follow, only to find Aegon hard at work in the kitchen.

"Sorry, princess, did I wake you up? I just was about to cook you something for breakfast and lunch on the go. I was just thinking to make you some salmon tonight for dinner, baby. I know, I know! It's not your favourite but I found this recipe, I'm really eager to try, and I thought you'd might like to... You know, helped to expand your horizons a little."

Although it took you much convincing, Aegon noticed the disdain look on your face, unpleased by his plans, you still caved in. Those puppy eyes with those cheeks, were irresistible, you could never deny him. And yet, Aegon's cooking never ceased to disappoint you thus far, so why turn away now? As much as you had been dreading the dinner, feeling your appetite growing weaker throughout the gruelling day at work, Aegon's salmon dish was shockingly delectable. The richness and zest of the salmon infused with the spices, combined so tastefully and the texture was just right, you could've sworn you'd moan, a visceral reaction from how good it was.

"Aeg, baby, what sorcery is this? How am I enjoying this, you know how much I hate seafood...And yet, this could so be worthy of a Michelin Star!" The bewilderment set in stone in your voice, as you politely cover your mouth with your hand. Aegon always made a habit of waiting for you to eat first, before tucking in himself. He was always anxious for your approval, only to be met with countless compliments, you felt like a broken record.

"Really, baby? You mean that?" He persists, as he picks up his own cutlery, keen to unveil the taste.

"Trust me, Aeg... If I didn't like it, you'd know for sure!"

****

Eventually, Aegon took the reins of cooking, which much to your relief, meant one less thing to worry about, even if it took you a while to get accustomed to. Aegon insisted that you should continue to focus on work than having to feed him regularly.

"I'm not a little child anymore, Y/N, let me show you how well I can take care of the both of us now."

Although granted on your days off, after you'd have a decent, well-earned sleep in, you enjoyed helping him around the kitchen... It was a hard habit to break of Aegon's when it came to the cleaning aspect, he was a tad lazy and slow, so often, if given the chance, you'd help around washing, drying and packing away dishes and ingredients. Cleaning up his mess along the way, as you closely watched him from the sidelines, a true professional in their mastery.

It was only in these intimate moments, that you'd notice Aegon had grown a little rounder, more softer around his edges. The subtle double chin beneath his jaw was more prominent, and his jaw line now fading with mounted with flesh, his cheeks looked slightly more plump [the urge to kiss and nibble at them became exponential], and the apron he'd worn so often, how tightly snugged, barely able to tie from behind, as his stomach had protruded even more beneath. His figure could not be hidden, and yet, it made you fall for him even harder.

Aegon immediately noticed you openly eyeing him out, too deeply distracted by his figure, as your eyes fluttered over every inch of him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? What is it?"

Hastily snapping back out of your lustful thoughts, you felt flustered, being put on the spot like so. You hadn't even realised that Aegon had caught you, perhaps as you fell into silence, observing him strongly kneading the dough, preparing to trial out his attempt of focaccia.

"N-Nothing, Aeg, I-I just noticed, maybe you need a new apron... That one looks a little worn-out, and slightly uncomfortable."

Your meek attempt at subtleness was poor and Aegon knew exactly what you'd meant. He knew he had grown, putting on a few extra pounds since exercising his new found hobby, although he was foolish to think you would not notice. You should be disgusted by him, even in his efforts to tend to you, he was selfishly gorging himself. Had he no self-control?

"I get what you're saying, Y/N. I feel ashamed too, for the way I've become, I-I'll try to get out s'more and maybe I can go on those morning walks with you?" He bashfully looks back down at the dough he'd stopped kneading, trying to talk firmly with you.

"Aeg, please! That's not what I meant at all!" You urge, as you hastily leap off the chair, bounding towards Aegon as you instinctively wrap your arms around his thick waist, your small arms just barely interlinking.

"Don't you ever, ever think I could be ashamed of you, Aeg! Do you think that low of me? I love you, and if I'm being quite honest, I think I've actually fallen for you harder..."

You playfully look up at him, your head resting just below his broad shoulder, as you perk your eyebrows up and down teasingly, gesturing for something more.

"And what exactly, do you mean by that?" He questioned, as he finally covered the kneaded dough in bowel, waiting for it to rise, before turning to face you.

"Well, I mean your as soft as that dough, your cheeks, I could just squeeze, and those lips- Gods, your lips, Aeg-"

You tug him by the apron, gesturing him to lean down, as you plant a soft, long kiss, your tongues entwined as your share a passionate moment. Just as you'd expected, his lips felt so soft and moist, you had the sudden urge to gently bite down at his lower lip, and helplessly you did, tugging at it. Earning a cocky smile streaming across his face, you let go, aimlessly gazing up at one another with desire.

"Hmm, tell me more, princess."

"And this belly-" You grab a firm hold of his flesh, slightly jiggling against your rapid motions, as you eye his physique below and back up towards him, his attention following you.

"It's just calling for me to straddle you, I can't help but imagine how good it would feel to ride the fuck out of you, and these thighs- You've been so busy in the kitchen, stuffing your roasts and gorging yourself, you've forgotten about little, old me. You don't miss filling me up, big boy?"

Immediately, in such a swift motion, Aegon turns to steadily pin you against the counter instead. His full undivided attention, solely on you, licking his lips as though you were some type of dessert he'd just feasted his lilac eyes upon, as he presses his solid mass against you, feeling yourself helplessly squirm beneath his tender pressure. Adjusting himself in the right position, it didn't take a genius to realise, someone had grown a little excited by the realness of your words, and in sync, you felt a throbbing, familiar ache coursing from deep within your inner thighs.

"Look at what you're doing to me. Do you think that low of me, that I would forget my little princess, hmm? Your needs come first, always."

He plunges his soft face deep within the crook of your neck as he sucks on your floral fragranced skin, with each kiss he felt eager to devour you, you were certain by his harshness that he'd left a trail of fresh marks. His hands snaked down your waist, below to your ass, sensually massaging at your cheeks, as he pushed your body deeper into his, specifically your lower abdomen region, where you felt his bulge poking through his seems, desperate to be inside of you.

You felt your body slowly pacing up and down against Aegon's stocky frame, one of his thighs, found their way in between your legs, parting your entrance. You began to mimic the movements as you would if straddling him from atop, as he kept you supported, rocking yourself backwards and forwards against his clothed, chunky thigh. The friction beneath and Aegon's groans so close against your ear, was unnerving. You could sense the trickles of wetness beginning to ooze out of your eager cunt, soaking your sheer panties beneath.

"Aeg-Bedroom-" Moans in between your breathless words, you felt too feeble to form coherent words, as you felt his swollen gut, pressing deep against your breasts, flashing them upwards. One of your hands remained firmly tugging and pulling at his short, platinum locks, whilst the other dug nails deep into his meaty flesh, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Bedroom-now."

Without hesitation or thought, Aegon picked you up with such ease, carrying you over his thick shoulder, you felt puny against his strength. Earning a small, light giggle from you, he felt invincible. Oblivious for what was to come, it seemed Aegon was keen to show you...

Just before he'd rush to make a beeline for the bedroom, he stopped by the fridge, opening the freezer door, and instantly grabbing the frozen tub of his favourite chocolate ice-cream.

"Better not waste this, we can definitely put it to some good use."

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[southernbluebellereader]

Hello there gorgeous 😂

May I request Bad boy!Ghost in leather jacket on motorbike? Bonus : they’re going on a midnight date 🤗

Midnight Dining

A/N: Omg hey Bestie! I got you girl, don’t you worry about a thing! ;) We love us a leather clad Ghosty <3 Thank you so much for this! Also this was a lot longer than I expected lol sorry

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Civilian Reader

Warnings: Hints of religion. Bad Boy/Good Girl. Cursing. Innuendos A little touching here and there in suggestive spots. A little Good-Girl-Next-Door Moment

Master List (Tag List at the bottom)

Oh God, how hard it was to resist a man such as Simon. He was such - you almost hated to say it - bad boy. But only God knew how irresistible a bad boy was when he was also a good man.

You were blessed to have him as your neighbor. Maybe not so much when your father's eyes never left his him every time he stared from the window or from the garage or from the mailbox.

You hadn't talked to him much, but you figured he was nice, right? He always let the neighborhood kids watch him work on his bike. It made your throat dry every time you watched him from your bedroom window. And let's just say he may have caught you a few times. The way you'd know if when he'd look towards your bedroom window, not quite looking at you, but he'd shoot you with a half smirk and wave a towel in your direction, pretending to swat an imaginary fly away.

"What's got you all flustered?" Your mother chuckled as she came in your room and stood beside you, smiling as she realized what - or who - you were looking at. "What's his name?"

"His name is Simon."

"He's cute. Have you talked to him?"

"A few times."

"A few times too many." You and your mother turn and see your father in the doorway, looking at the both you sternly with a folded newspaper.

Pouting slightly, your mother puts her hands over your shoulders as she talks back to her husband, "Oh hush, a harmless crush doesn't hurt." Your mother winked at you

"Yeah yeah you say that and our little girl is getting her heart broken by some thug." Your father pointed the newspaper at you and your mother.

"Daddy! Stop it! He's in the military!"

"Even worse!"

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"Daddy, please let me get Simon, he can help you!"

Your father grumbled and mumbled and cursed under his breath as he stood up from the hood of the old car in the garage. He wiped his forehead and sighed deeply as he looked at you.

"Forget about me liking him, at least let him take a look at the car."

"Fine."

Squealing, you quickly walked over to Simon's house. You become more nervous with each step that you took as you approached his front door. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door firmly three times. Waiting made you anxious.

Then you heard noises from his garage and looked over, slowly walking over. Your eyes widened at the sight. You knew he had a motorcycle - you'd seen him ride it almost every day when he was back from the military.

You didn't know what he did in the military, but you didn't want to pry. You watched as he worked on the side of his bike, his back was towards you. His white tank top was nearly soaked in sweat, his shoulders glistened from his sweat. You looked down at your feet when he turns his head and sees you

He stands up and wipes his hands on a towel, "Y/N."

"H-Hey! Daddy needs some help with the car, if you're not busy, do you mind taking a look at it?" You blushed, fiddling with your fingers as you struggled to keep eye contact with him.

He shot you with a small smile and nodded, "Lead the way, missy."

He walked beside you back to your garage, speaking softly to you until you approached your father. It wasn't often you heard him speak. Most of the time when you heard him speak in public, his voice was dark and deep. When he spoke to you, it was soft and round around the edges - for your ears only. You looked at your father with almost pleading eyes, begging him to be nice.

"Y/N said you had car troubles, Sir."

"Yeah, mind taking a look at the engine?" Your father stepped to the side and allowed Simon to take a look at the engine. Both men were tense when interacting with each other, thus making you a little nervous. You let them work and went back inside.

After a while you come back out with a pitcher of lemonade and a few glasses. To your pleasant surprise, your father and Simon are not having a heated discussion.

"Either of you want some lemonade?"

Both men looked at you as you placed two glasses on a stool and poured them each a glass, handing each of them a glass. Your father thanked you, and your name rolled off of Simon's tongue after he thanked you.

"Oh, Simon, let me pay you for helping me today- Y/N, would you be a darling and get me my wallet."

Simon raised his hand in protest and shook his head, "No, it's alright. The lemonade will suffice."

"Are you crazy? Let me pay you."

After a few minutes of light arguing, Simon was amused and finally suggested, "How about this: You let me take Y/N out on a date. A dinner"

Your father cocked his head, a vein beginning to bulge on his forehead. He looked over at you, you were in the front yard, helping your mother with something, pretending not to listen, then back at Simon.

"I know what you think of me, Sir, but you can't always protect your daughter - let me protect her also."

With all honesty, your father was surprised to hear Simon say that. Simon was a little rough around the edges. He'd come home late at night, music blaring during the wee hours of the night. The stories echoing throughout town of Simon beating a man half to death for looking at him funny.

He didn't have to help your father with the car. He didn't have to fix the mailbox the other day when the neighbor's kid drove into it. He didn't have to bring flowers to his daughter on her birthday.

Reluctantly nodding, your father agreed, then looked at him sternly, "I want her back in one piece, Simon. Don't let your eyes ever leave her, so help me God. And I want her back by one."

Simon held out his hand, waiting for it to be shaken by your father. He shook it, then said, "Now go ask her."

Smiling, Simon walked over to you, nervousness hovering over him - which was unusual. He didn't actually think he'd actually get to ask you out. "Y/N?"

You looked up from the rose bushes and stood up, smiling gently up at him, "Hi, Simon. You and Daddy fix the car?"

"Yeah, she's all good now," He swallowed hard, looked away for a moment, then back down at you, then blurting out, "I'm going to pick you up at eight tonight."

Giggling, you held your hand over your mouth. Simon's cheeks blushing slightly.

"Oh? What for?"

"Dinner. We're taking the bike. Think you'll be ready by then?"

"I'll be ready by then."

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Eight o'clock in the evening came just too quickly. Simon had showered and probably put too much cologne on. He checked his watch and quickly put his leather jacket on. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers from his kitchen counter on his way out and walked over to your house. After ringing your door bell, he turned around, almost afraid to continue. He felt like a school boy. but you were so pretty - so kind, and soft, and caring.

He told you almost nothing of his military life, but he'll never forget the one time you told him, You have a good heart, Simon. A good and kind heart.

God, were you too good for him. He wished he'd never met you. He'd never think he could ever be in your presence, but here he was, about to take you on a date.

"Simon?"

He didn't hear the door open. The thoughts of you distracted him. He turned around to see you, dressed in a long red dress. His chest tightened at the sight of you.

"C'mon in, I just need to get my shoes."

He stepped inside your home, then handed you the flowers he'd gotten. You closed the door behind him and gladly took them, "Oh, Simon, these are so pretty! Thank you!"

"Here, let me take them. I'll put them in a vase, you get your shoes." Your mother took the flowers from you, leaving you, Simon, and your father. You took a moment to take in his appearance. It wasn't often that he wore his leather jacket - usually when he rode his bike. And he fixed his hair - or at least it looked a little neater.

"You look really nice, Simon."

Blushing slightly, he smiled gently at you, taking in your appearance. He always thought you were beautiful. Always dolled up - even to the grocery store - even when you didn't need to. He'd sometimes see you in your window as you got ready.

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

Your father cleared his throat, breaking your attention from Simon. You looked back up at Simon, "Let me get my shoes - be right back." You quickly left and smiled at your father.

Your gather looked at Simon, his cheeks and smile disappearing. Your father looked at Simon for a moment before speaking. Simon felt silly for doing this. But he wanted this to be nice. He wanted this to be special. He wanted tho make you happy.

"You see the world differently, Simon. We see the world differently."

Slightly confused at his remarks, he watched as your father rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing several military tattoos. Simon looked at your father with a new found respect.

"Won't let her out of my sight, Sir."

You came back with your mother following closely behind her, both of you giggling. Simon and your father looked at you. You stood beside him and looked up at him with a bright smile, "Ready?"

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A smile was plastered on your face the whole motorcycle ride - there was so much adrenaline and excitement. Your favorite part was when right before you left, he gave you his leather jacket to wear while he drove to the diner. You can't remember ever going this fast. Once you'd arrived to the diner, Simon helped you off the bike.

About to take the jacket off, Simon stopped you, "Leave it on."

Blushing slightly, you smiled softly. Before going into the diner, you took a hold of his hand. He looked down at your hand holding his, bewildered at the action, but more so as to how your hands were so soft and small compared to his rough and large ones. He didn't want you to let go.

He opened up the door of the diner and let you walk inside first. Throughout the night, Simon couldn't take his eyes off of you. The two off you sat in a booth at the back of the diner. You sat on the inside and he sat beside you, his body turned so that if covered you - shielding you - from the outside world. You kept his jacket on you. It kept you warm. It kept you shielding. It smelled like him. You wished you could stay like this forever.

By the time you'd left the restaurant, it was nearly midnight, Simon's arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked out. About halfway back to his motorcycle, you heard whistles and cat calling.

"Ooooh what's a pretty lady like you doing out here." How the group of three men ignored Simon, you not him knew. They flocked towards you, making Simon hold you close to his body. You felt scared and felt his chest tighten. You briefly looked up at him, seeing his jaw tense up. But before any of the men could reach you, he quickly moved you behind his body, "Y/N, go back inside."

"But Simon-"

"Y/N- Go back inside."

Swallowing hard, you somewhat did as you were told. You did walk back to the diner, but stayed outside, watching as Simon attempted to de-escalate the situation. You noticed a considerable change in Simon when one of the men attempted to punch him.

Avoiding the punch, a switch flipped in Simon's mind, enraging him. Simon punched the first man back down to the ground. Barely being able to fight against the other two men. You yelled for him to stop, but too afraid to step in.

Seeing red, Simon finally was able to knock all three men down, wiping his bleeding nose and mouth, watching them as they groaned on the ground. He spit out blood filled drool and looked over at the diner.

He felt proud that he protected you, but he also felt ashamed. He didn't want you to see him like this. He wanted to keep his work away from you - and this was a glimpse of the world that he didn't want you to see.

But the way that he saw you running up to him, tears in your eyes, pleading at him to come inside to be cleaned up? Oh God Almighty did he want to leave everything to make sure you'd never shed a tear ever again.

"Simon." Your voice was trembling. You tried so hard to keep yourself from crying. You'd taken him into one of the bathrooms and one of the waitresses gave you a first-aid kit to clean him up.

Simon watched as you struggled to clean his face from blood, feeling ashamed, feeling dirty.

"Y/N, please look at me."

"Why?"

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't want you to get hurt..." It was almost a whisper. He almost didn't hear it.

Simon took a hold of your hands and held them against his face, "No one can ever hurt me, Y/N. Not when you're with me."

Before you could react, he let go one of your hands and placed it behind your head, gently pushing you towards his face. He gently kissed your lips. For a soldier, his lips were surprisingly soft - and you'd never imagined that your first kiss with Simon would be in a diner bathroom after a fight with three men.

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[landhoehoehoe]

I hear a symphony - Arthur Leclerc

first of all: OMG this gif is all I need in life 😫

second: I absolutely hate this one and it's short asf but I figured I needed to force myself to write something to get back in the groove lol

Would recommend listening to I hear a symphony by Cody Fry (only when the song is mentioned!) because this whole drabble is based on the song

Thank you sm for 300 followers even though I didn't post anything new besties, I appreciate it very much 🫶🏻 Warnings: none, fluff fluff fluff

Arthur Leclerc x reader; Slow dancing and cooking together

After stepping out of the shower you finally felt yourself relax. 

You had had a long and stressful day at work: one of those days that just don’t seem to end with meetings that stretch like chewing gum. 

Therefore you were now all the more grateful that you were finally home. 

Downstairs you heard Arthur rambling around in the kitchen, so you quickly put on one of his oversized shirts to go and join him. 

“My love, is everything okay?”, you asked as you entered the kitchen while still drying your hair with a towel. 

Your boyfriend, who’d been cursing at the stove just then, turned around abruptly. 

Arthur was only wearing grey sweatpants and nothing else because he’d spent his day off in bed, watching Netflix. 

He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled nervously, but then you saw his eyes wandering down to where his shirt ended right beneath your ass. 

“I can’t figure this stupid stove out.”, he answered, but his eyes were still focussing on your body. 

You let out a soft laugh. 

“Here. Let me help. What are we cooking anyways?”, you stepped closer, leaving your towel on a nearby chair to inspect the ingredients Arthur had already laid out on the kitchen counter. 

“I wanted to do something fancy but then I saw a TikTok of this girl making these crazy pancakes so now I want pancakes.”, he explained, making you roll your eyes in amusement. 

“Pancakes it is then.”, you were still smiling when you started cracking the eggs into a bowl. 

Arthur’s arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind before he placed a kiss on your temple.

“Missed you today.”, he whispered into your hair, then hugged you tightly before letting go of you again. You couldn’t help but smile when you turned around to him. “Don’t sweet-talk me into making these all by myself, mister. You can start cutting up some fruit.”, playfully you narrowed your eyes at him to seem serious. 

A mischievous smirk crept onto Arthur’s face. 

“Me? Sweet-talking? Never!!”

You pretended to smack him with your whisk, which made him dodge away from you. 

“However, you must know, you do look like a very tasty snack in my shirt, mon amour.”, he responded, causing you to blush almost immediately. 

It only made him smile even wider because he loved that his words still had such an effect on you even though you’ve been dating for well over a year now. 

“Get to work, nobody’s paying you to stand around!”, you really tried to sound serious, but you were way too content to be back home with Arthur that nothing could have tarnished your good mood right now. 

Arthur suddenly stood up straight and saluted you, a dead serious expression on his face. 

“Aye, aye, chef. After I’m done there will be no fruit left unchopped!”

You giggled and continued making the pancakes while Arthur began washing and cutting different fruits for the toppings. 

At least that was until I hear a symphony suddenly started playing over the speaker in the kitchen. 

Instantly you looked up from the pancake batter, only to see Arthur already smiling widely at you with his phone in his hand.

He’d kissed you for the very first time when this song had been playing at Pierre’s wedding last year. 

It had been a magical slow dancing moment that you were sure you’d never ever forget. Everything had just been so perfect. 

Looking at Arthur now, you fell right back into the memory and couldn’t help but smile. 

Arthur was all you ever wanted, all you could ever ask for, all you needed. 

He laid down his phone and reached his hand out to you as the first chords of the song sounded through the room. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

“Milady, would you honor me with this dance?”, he asked in a goofy British accent before dramatically bowing in front of you, making you giggle once more.

“Why of course, Milord. It would be my utmost pleasure.”, you mirrored his accent and curtsied with your imaginary ball gown before you took his hand. 

When he looked back up he had a cheeky smile on his face. 

After giving your ass a quick squeeze, his free hand slipped around your waist while your free hand came up to his shoulder. Slowly, he started guiding you across the kitchen floor, his eyes locked onto yours. 

Now in its place is something new

I hear it when I look at you

“You’re so beautiful, mon amour.”, he whispered when he swayed you from side to side. 

It made your heart melt. 

The moment was almost too good to be true: The sun was setting through the kitchen window while you were slow dancing with your lover to the song that first kicked off your relationship. 

“I love you, mon coeur.”, you replied in the same soft tone and watched his eyes light up. 

You were not a native French speaker, so he loved it when you used some of the words he’d taught you. 

He spun you around once and took the opportunity to connect your lips.

It was soft, passionate and full of love. It was the comforting feeling of a warm summer night, the cozy feeling of a rainy afternoon, the exciting feeling of a fresh breath of air after a long day of work. The feeling of coming home.

 You almost forgot you were still dancing until Arthur broke up the kiss again to look at you. 

“I love you, too.”

You are more beautiful by far 

Our flaws are who we really are

You grinned at him like you’d just won the lottery, because truly, it felt like you had. 

You’d found him. Your person. 

Arthur pecked your lips again before both his arms wrapped around you to pull you into a tight embrace. Your arms automatically wandered around his neck while you let your head fall against his chest. 

He pressed a kiss into your hair, then rested his head on top of yours. 

You closed your eyes, focused solely on Arthur’s steady heartbeat and got lost in the beautiful song. The silence around you was far from awkward and more than peaceful as the two of you reminisced in the past, swaying to the melody. 

I used to hear a simple song 

That was until you came along 

You took my broken melody And now I hear a symphony

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 02 - Body Worshipping]

Pairing: soft dom!Hoseok x n.Reader

Kinks: body worshipping, praise, tears, clothed sex

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: given how you only chose those four kinks, I didn’t know how far I could go. So I kept it as minimal as possible with swerving out of the kink list. Enjoy besties! 🖤

The telly is running. Your favourite show for the fourth time. You introduced it to your boyfriend. He didn’t like it at first because he rarely watches shows, but he is just as obsessed with it these days as you are. 

Tonight however he is barely even watching, cuddled so tightly into you that you wonder if he wanted to merge with you. His day at work sucked and if that happens, Hoseok wants cuddles, your favourite show in the background and even more cuddles. 

He nuzzles and hums softly.

"You smell so nice", he says, fingers tracing your arm slowly, almost as if they wanted to memorise every inch of it.

You acknowledge him with a hum, but continue watching the show. Hoseok loves to whisper little nothings when he feels snuggly. At first you always felt the need to answer him until he told you that he merely loves to tell you without expecting an answer from you. So these days you simply let him, enjoying them with a fluttering heart.

Hoseok purrs softly, placing a kiss on your neck. 

"So soft", he whispers, "mhm baby why are you so soft?" he whines, grinding into you in a cute manner. It is the kind of grind which looks as if he is dry humping you when in reality he simply wants to be even closer to you. 

You chuckle, caressing his thigh and letting your hand rest on it afterwards. His sweats are so soft and his muscles are so defined, you love that feeling. Quite frankly, you’re a little obsessed with it.

Hoseok has reached your ear by now, nibbling on it with his lips. He makes the tiniest kissing sounds as he does, running his elegant hand up and down your arm in the meantime. He lingers on your shoulder each time he reaches it, inching closer and closer to your neck each time. 

"You are so beautiful", he whispers, fingers brushing against your neck, "do you know that?"

You smile, "mh-hm."

"Yeah? You do?" Hoseok lifts his head. He places his fingers under your chin and turns your head to him. His eye contact flusters you solely because he does it with such loving intensity. 

"Hobi the show", you say.

"It's a good show", he answers you and steals a chaste kiss. 

"Hobi", you whisper, lowering your head shyly.

"You are so cute when you’re like this. God, I wanna scoop you up and never let you go", he says, making a little soundeffect as he does exactly that. 

You fall with a loud cackle, landing right a top of Hoseok's chest as he makes sure to wrap all of his limbs around your body tightly. He squeaks and grunts in a high-pitched voice, tickling your neck with the best kisses ever. 

"My baby, I’m not letting you go. So cute and beautiful and soft", he says, rolling around on the couch as best as possible.

He truly makes you so happy. You sometimes wonder if laughing as much as you do with Hoseok is natural. After all, it can’t be normal that your cheeks hurt so tremendously from pure happiness all the time. 

"God Hobi, that tickles", you squeak, feeling tears of laughter well up in your eyes.

"Mhmbaby so nice", Hoseok murmurs, giggling with you as he touches an especially sensitive spot on your waist and it makes you squeak in laughter. 

"No tickles please", you beg and because Hoseok is the best boyfriend, he listens.

He releases you from his hold, allowing you to sit back up. He keeps close to you however, with his legs on either side of you and his arms around your waist.

"God Hobi I hate it when you tickle me", you whine.

"I know, sorry sorry", he mumbles, kissing your neck as an apology. Those kisses are not of innocent nature, you soon realise as each kiss makes shivers run down your spine and your stomach tingle in excitement. Softly and with intent, he kisses you, making the neediest little sounds as he does.

"Have I told you before that I love your neck?" he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, "you smell so nice there, makes me wanna keep kissing you", he adds and does exactly that.

"Feels good", you sigh.

"Mhm yeah, feels good. Love kissing you", he whispers, using his big hand on the side of your face to turn your head to him.

He smiles and goes in for a deep kiss. He tastes like the caramel popcorn you are sharing, lips as soft as they always are. 

When he pulls back, you feel just the slightest bit lightheaded, pulse racing in your chest.

"My beautiful", he whispers and then does the surprising thing of getting off the couch just to kneel in front of you. 

"Huh? What are you doing?" 

He hugs your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs repeatedly. His touch feels electrifying, leaving your skin so greedy for more.

"I want to worship you", he says.

"God Hobi, you’re flustering me", you murmur, squirming just the slightest bit. 

"Don't flee", he orders lovingly, "just relax baby, I’ll take the best care of you."

"Oh, okay", you whisper, trying to relax even though you feel like bouncing in excitement.

Hoseok lowers his head, resting it on your lap with a content sigh. And while he does, his hands trace your calves, tickling your skin oh so wonderfully.

"So soft", he sighs, "my baby is so soft", he says and turns his head to place an almost obsessed kiss a top your left thigh. 

You really want to concentrate on the show, but can’t. Not when his kisses feel so very nice. 

Hoseok hums in happiness, lips curled into a smile and eyes closed. He kisses your right thigh, doing so with the utmost tenderness. 

"So warm too", he whispers, "I can't ever get enough of you. Never ever."

It feels really good to be worshipped by him. He makes all those stupid, little insecurities feels so miniscule and so unnecessary. When you are with Hoseok, you don’t have ugly days, because he thinks all your days are beautiful. 

Hoseok takes your hands, cradling them with all the care in the world. Almost as if he was scared to accidentally break them.

"I'm yours", he whispers, tracing your knuckles as his eyes follow his touch.

He lifts them to his lips and begins kissing them, doing so with his eyes closed. That is the only way to kiss your hands. Hoseok wants to get lost in it. 

He looks so peaceful and happy. This man is yours. This beautiful, wonderful man is yours.

"I'm yours", you tell him, squeezing his hands.

Hoseok lifts his gaze, smiling at you. 

"Baby, what's the matter?" his smile drops quickly, "why are you crying?"

"I'm happy", you press out, spilling new tears.

"I'm happy too, god baby don’t cry. It’s okay", Hoseok sits up and cups your cheeks, pulling you into a loving kiss. Not for long as he wants to do nothing more than kiss those tears away. Even if of happy nature, Hoseok can't bear to see you crying. He has to make sure every inch of your face is kissed and worshipped by him. You deserve nothing less.

"Hobi that feels so good", you whisper.

"Yeah? Do you like it?" he asks, trailing his kisses back to your neck. The position may look a little bit awkward. Him towering over you while you are sitting on the couch with your head tilted back and his lips on your neck. But it's not awkward at all. It is this slight feeling of being so vulnerable for him that makes your entire body tingle in the need to have more and more and more. 

"I love it", you moan softly, gasping when he sucks a little hickey to your jawline. Not harshly, he merely wanted your skin to tingle. And you do. You tingle like crazy.

You fall against the couch with a sigh. Hoseok follows, placing his knee between your parted legs without ever touching you where it aches for his touch the most. His warmth is enough to rile you up however. Oh how you wish he will go further tonight. His hands land on each side of the headrest, caging in your head.

Like this his dark hair is hanging into his face, framing his features and hiding the rest of the world from your view. 

"I've got you now", he says.

"You do", you whisper, "please kiss me again."

Hoseok takes your cheek between his fingers, tilting your head up gently. He leans down, forcing his lips to brush against yours without ever allowing you a full taste.

"I'm gonna kiss you for hours, baby", he rasps, finally leaning in.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

hey bestie i got dumped and i’m really sad 😔😔 can you please write a copia x reader with fluff? thanks bestie lov u

“met you in the rain”

❤︎ synopsis — sometimes life gets you down. but admist the pouring rain, there’s always some warmth to guide your way

pairing: papa copia x gn!reader

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: lov u too bestie ♡︎ i made this an extra special fic for u. thanks again for the request, and i hope this’ll make you feel better ♡︎

cw: sad reader at the start. copia comforting the reader. slightly angsty

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what a shitty day this has been.

y/n just stood underneath a tree, the leaves barely shielding their shivering body from the rain that poured down on them, and just when they thought things couldn’t get any worse.

they were in the middle of walking home from work, but of course god had to give them a big old ‘fuck you’ and make their day worse by causing a raging storm on their way home.

it didn’t help that y/n’s work day was also pretty crappy too. from getting bossed around by clients, to being yelled at by their boss for not bringing coffee to his desk— y/n felt like ripping their hair out at this moment.

“god this fucking sucks.” y/n bitterly whispered, kicking a puddle beneath their feet out of frustration. they were freezing in this weather. y/n didn’t have any proper rain clothes, and the downpour was definitely going to make them sick if they didn’t get dry soon.

but that definitely wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, not in this weather.

it truly felt like the world hated them at this moment.

groaning in frustration, y/n just clasped their hands against their face and started walking in circles, muttering spiteful curses and insults underneath their breath.

they got so caught up in their thoughts, that they didn’t notice the presence of a man approaching them.

“erm… excuse me, are you alright?”

y/n whipped their head around with a scowl, glaring daggers into the person that interrupted them. they were trying to send the message saying that they weren’t in the mood to deal with someone else right now.

but the man before them seemed less fazed by it, and more concerned for their well-being, seeing them kicking around the water beneath their shoes like an angry cat.

y/n tilted their head as they observed this man’s appearance. he held an umbrella to shield himself from the rain. hair slicked back in a fashionable manner and eccentric, but intricate skull face-painting dawned his face. it was a miracle that the rain hasn’t ruined this gothic look on him.

they just shook their head at this mystery man, still in a shitty mood, but more inclined to try to at least be polite. “can i help you?” they asked rather sharply, despite the fact that they didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

the man just frowned and tipped his umbrella over y/n’s head, slightly shielding them from the rain. “you seemed upset, and i wanted to check in on you. are you alright?”

well, that was new. y/n didn’t expect this … satanic looking man to even express the slightest bit of worry for their well-being. he even shielded them from the rain with his umbrella.

how thoughtful.

though, they didn’t want to appear to vulnerable to a complete stranger, so they held their ground.

“i’m fine. i don’t need your sympathy.” y/n quickly said, their tone going back to cold and calculated. the last thing they wanted to do was have an interaction with another person.

but this mystery man won’t budge.

“i may just be a stranger, but i know i sad face when i see one. what’s troubling you?” he asked in a more soft manner, the tone in his voice rather soothing.

y/n just couldn’t help but soften their annoyed glare at him. this man was already shielding their ice-cold body from the pouring rain anyways, so might as well try to be a little more friendly with him.

“i had a shitty day at work. co-workers kept on pushing me around, rude clients, and to top it all off, my boss was constantly yapping in my ear about things that weren’t even my fault.” y/n ranted, getting their frustration out through just a few words. they then took a deep breath, and turned to face the skull-painted man.

“there, happy?” they asked after getting all of their negative emotions out, already starting to feel a little more calm now that they’ve vented to someone.

the man just nodded, listening to their words and standing next to them, keeping the umbrella over the both of them.

“i see… i can understand why you looked so unhappy earlier.” he added on, turning to face y/n with a more empathetic half smile.

y/n couldn’t deny, that smile was kind of cute.

“it’s a shame that you’re being treated so horribly at work, especially someone as attractive as yourself.” the satanic looking man complimented almost casually, but that smile he was wearing indicated that he truly meant it.

y/n didn’t know what to say. they just felt their cheeks blush a bit, but the comment made them feel a little more better. “thanks…”

“i’m just stating what i see. i see someone attractive, i’m going to compliment them.” the man giggled out. the mood has definitely seemed to lighten up now, even in this stormy and cloudy weather.

y/n just chuckled and tilted their head at him, liking the advances from this man.

“heh, you’re over here flirting with a random stranger, and yet you don’t even bother me to tell me your name.” they teased with a grin, and the man just chuckled.

“oh sorry. where are my manners? call me copia, sweetie.” copia said with a charming grin, holding out his gloved hand for y/n to shake. “and what may your name be?”

“y/n” they replied, taking copia’s hand and giving him a firm handshake.

the two of them continued to talk for a little bit longer. y/n genuinely enjoyed copia’s company. for a man so scary looking, he was a really sweet guy, and definitely showed care for them despite the little time they knew each other.

copia kept the umbrella above their heads, shielding them from the rain as they talked. they weren’t really talking about anything too interesting, just how their days were going.

as the two of them talked, copia then spoke up.

“i must say, it’s rather nice seeing you more relaxed and enjoying your time with me. it’s rather endearing.” copia complimented with a soft smile, genuinely happy that they’re enjoying his company.

“oh no— please, it’s the least i can do since you approached me first.” y/n stammered out slightly with a blushing face, but copia only smiled at them.

“no, seriously. i mean it. it breaks my heart when i see people upset because of their peers, so i wanted to try and at least make you feel better.” the satanic pope commented, and y/n was rather flattered.

it actually made their heart beat a little faster.

“heh… well, it worked. you’ve definitely made me feel better after that shitstorm of a day i had.” y/n joked slightly, and copia couldn’t help but chuckle.

“glad i could help,” copia said with a playful wink.

silence hung over them for a minute, and y/n stood there, twiddling their thumbs slightly. they were about to speak, but copia beat them to the punch.

“here, take this.” copia said, handing y/n his umbrella, fully exposing his own body to the rain, but completely shielding y/n’s frame.

they panicked slightly, seeing that copia just handed them his umbrella so casually like he didn’t care. y/n didn’t want him getting sick.

“wait copia— this is your umbrella! i don’t want you getting sick.” y/n tried to reason, but copia just giggled.

“keep it, dearie. and i’ll be fine. the ministry i live at isn’t too far from here. won’t be a long walk.” copia reassured, despite his face paint being slightly ruined from the rain, but not completely.

copia then turned around to point in the general area of where the ministry was located. he then turned to y/n, and smiled again.

“maybe you can come by and visit if you can next time.” copia added on, gently taking y/n’s hand and rubbing the surface of their hand with his thumb.

he may have been wearing gloves, but y/n could sense the warmth beneath the fabric, despite the cold rain and their freezing hands.

it was comforting.

copia smiled, and gave a quick hand kiss on y/n’s hand, making them blush from the contact. copia just smiled, satisfied, before turning around and walking away.

“i’ll see you around, darling,” is all copia said, before giving a slight finger wave, and walking away back to the ministry, letting the rain hit his body.

the rain has definitely calmed down slightly, going from a pour to a drizzle. but still, y/n kept the umbrella over their head, still looking in the direction of where copia had left.

it took them a bit to fully register what had happened, but y/n quickly laughed and put a hand to their cheek. to think a stranger would have brightened up their already gloomy day.

they would definitely visit him if they could.

even though he was long gone, y/n just waved where copia once was, and smiled.

“i’ll see you soon, copia.”

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#ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #copia x reader #papa copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #papa emeritus x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost bc fluff #fluff fanfic #copia fluff #papa copia fluff #hurt/comfort #the band ghost

[simp4thedemonbros]

Playing Mario Kart with the brothers

Hey gang! It’s been a while huh.. A lot of stuff has happened in the past year and I was burnt out with life in general, lmao but here I am, trying my best.

This is short and stupid tbh, but I just wanted something to help me get back into writing about my fav boys, I hope you enjoy :)

I love you all v much 

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Pairing: Brothers x gn!MC

Word Count: 1061

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Lucifer

Mains as Bowser (he's tryna be so big and scary smh)

Surprisingly good

You expected him to be like a 90 year old that has never seen technology in his life, but he knows all the controls AND starts picking up on how to drift

I'm not saying he can beat you but he's usually coming in a steady 3rd place when you race.

Even sometimes comes in 1st if you're having a bad round. ("WHY IS THE GUY IN 10TH PLACE THROWING BLUE SHELLS HOWS THAT GONNA HELP HIM AT ALL?!") (......guys am i ok??????)

Enjoys it a lot more than you thought he would

It started out as him finally giving in to you asking him to play but over time he finds himself asking if you want to play.

It's a fun way for him to wind down

Enjoys seeing you get competitive, and loves seeing you blush when he compliments your skills out loud.

Mammon

Mains as Wario (I can not justify this I just think it’s funny)

Is pretty much on par with your skills

You're both constantly overtaking each other in and out of 1st place

You are both ABSOLUTELY jumping on top of each other, trying to block the other from seeing the screen. (THE SQUID IS NOT ENOUGH!)

"Hey knock it off would ya the Great Mammon is kicking your ass fair and square"

Immediately does the same to you the second you're in 1st for more than 5 seconds.

You're both on a mission to ruin the CPUs life the moment it overtakes you both while you're arguing.

You spend loads of time watching the highlight reel because something stupid happened and you both think it's the funniest thing ever.

You pretend to hate each other during the game but immediately return to being super close and cuddly after the game is over.

He absolutely makes bets with you - "MC if I win this you have to do WHATEVER I say for the whole night!"

Leviathan

Mains as Yoshi (idk why I just think it fits him) or Link ("bc he’s so cool" (so true bestie))

A monster

Impossibly good (He's had years of racing game practice so idk what you expect) but BOY does it suck to think you're good at a game and then have someone prove to you you're just average at it.

It's good to see him have so much fun though, and trying to cause blue shell chaos from way back in the CPU pack is pretty fun.

He’s definitely helping you to also get impossibly good at the game, you're already able to beat everyone but him when you start picking up on some of his skills.

He knows every shortcut.

Idk bro I just think some cheating is in order. Maybe congratulate his win by kissing his cheek and watching him stutter and fumble through the next round.

Satan

Mains as Dry Bowser (tryna be better n cooler than Lucifer oops)

I'm not gonna lie to you, his wrathful side will 100% come out when you start kicking his ass.

Is the death glare you're receiving right now worth the victory?? YES, ABSOLUTELY

This is what the game is about BAYBEE

Maybe you give him a few wins so he doesn’t kill you though, you'd never tell him you LET him though.

Games aren't really his thing but once he gets the swing of things and you give him the few wins he finds it much easier and starts to enjoy himself a bit more, and definitely chills out on the death glare.. especially when you're kind enough to not only celebrate your own wins but his as well.

After playing definitely apologises if he made you uncomfortable or upset and absolutely lets you do whatever you want.

Want him to read his favourite book for you?? Cool. Get you some tea?? He's on it. Give you some kisses?? He might need to get over the sudden boldness but he'll happily oblige.

Asmodeus

Mains as Princess Peach (the pink gold one tho yk) or a mii as himself.

Listen not to conform to the "pretty boys don't play video games" stereotype but he probably doesn't care all that much about the game.

Mostly wants to play to see you smiling and laughing as you have fun. That's when you're the most attractive after all.

Surprisingly likes rainbow road. (Sadistic idk what to tell you..) but also it is a pretty track, and he enjoys the colours.

Honestly he likes any tracks with bright colours and nice/fun music.

He's not that competitive, he went into the game knowing he wasn't going to be that good at it so he's just there to give you company.

After all the fun of it all he definitely asks if you want to come into his bathroom to unwind with him and relax.

Beelzebub

Mains as Donkey Kong

You're absolutely sitting in front of him in between his legs while he has his arms around you with his own controller.

There are so many snacks.

You're both pretty average at the game so it's honestly more like both of you trying to be as problematic to whoever is in 1st place as possible.

And having fun doing it.

He's always loved doing chill nights like this so having you to enjoy them with just makes them even better.

Will celebrate any and every victory by kissing your forehead and then offering you a snack while he begins eating his own, ignoring how flustered you might be.

Will apologise if he hits you with a blue shell even when you tell him "It’s part of the game Beel, don't worry"

Belphegor

Mains as Waluigi (Me, personally… as a Waluigi main I wouldn't let that slide)

Chaotic

Will cause problems on purpose.

If he ever overtakes you/hits you with an item/comes in first and you complain he will say something along the lines of "then get good" or "skill issue"

His behaviour makes you SUPER competitive but also makes playing the game with him super fun because of it.

It's also super fun to hit him with items and then overtake him last minute when he thinks he's going to win.

You probably don't play for that long and end up cuddling up for a nap together instead.

#obey me! #obey me #obey me nb #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me brothers x MC #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #obey me mammon.x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc #obey me satan #obey me satan xmc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beel #obey me beel x mc #obey me belphegor #obey me belphegor x mc #obey me belphie #obey me belphie x mc #obey me mc #obey me gn!mc

[tarosucheon]

i saw your post about jiwoo and his plot armour and ur so right!!! i love him as a character but that actually made me stop reading 💔💔 i’ll probably pick it up again at some point, but jiwoo actually needs to stop winning everything because it got wayyy too boring and repetitive and also super unrealistic bc wdym you’re beating the top people in the country or wtv is happening now

this is actually turning into a long rant sorry 😭😭 but it really dawned on me that it was a bit ridiculous when he ‘beat’ jurion because i get it could probably happen but it was sort of like… so everything just goes your way. exactly as planned. all the time. okay then where’s the conflict or excitement or any sort of cliffhanger or tension if i already know you’re going to win no matter what?? no matter who you’re fighting?? at this point he could probably fight kayden and win because he pulls out some fancy punch that caught him off guard and i wouldn’t be surprised

i also felt like i read about 200 episodes and he didn’t have any proper character development. i get he’s meant to be likeable but there weren’t really any proper flaws for him to develop, so while he starts as a sort of fresh character who’s nice yet powerful and a nice change from some others characters in the same genre he eventually becomes a bit flat?? it might have changed in recent chapters, but i feel like the writing let it down slightly

sorry to come into your inbox and just rant!! i thought i’d share a couple thoughts on it since apparently i have quite a few but it turned into this x

oh anon...u r so real for this. Come sit with me and be a nuanced hater.

I...do not really like Jiwoo. "But he's a precious bean! He's smol! Must protecc!" Yes, so true, you are so valid, but also consider he has the personality of a communion wafer and makes watching paint dry more interesting than reading his dialogue. He is perfect and it is unbearable-narrative wise. The main character propels the story-it is what the plot is centered around. So when the main character has nothing to give, neither does the plot. Someone go instill the hate of god in his heart or introduce him to twitter to something.

Also-the lack of proper development is SO REAL oh my god. He had one (1) revelation in the entire story, promptly after getting almost assassinated, and that was: "I want to get stronger for my friends!!" like...babygirl...that's what you've been doing this entire time..plz don't tell me it took you 100 something chapters to come to that conclusion.

This phenomenon is like-the doom of every korean action mawha. MC is OP, and has no discernable personality besides the like. 3 given traits given to them. No development, static plot, rinse, repeat. maybe the only exciting things that happens is a side character dies. It's like the webtoon equivalent of plug and chug math problems, so ig I got what I came for LOL

Also don't be sorry, feel free to come anytime and rant bestie!! I'll have tea and cookies for you next time you come around :)

#eleceed

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey bestie 🤗 please can I make a request for CK Terry Silver? As you know I'm not feeling very well, and I would really like to read something where Terry is looking after me. It doesn't necessarily need me to be all better at the end, I'd just really like some caring Terry. Take all the time you need bestie, I love you 💚💚💚

Of course you get caring Terry Bestie 🖤 I hope you're feeling better soon 🙏Sending much love and healing hugs🤗

It started on Monday with a coworker calling in sick saying that he had the flu. I still felt good so I shrugged it off but Wednesday morning I woke up to my whole body aching,my throat was sore and I had a pulsating headache. I tried to get up but the pain in my body sent me straight back to the mattress. "Good morning sweetheart, oh hey are you okay my love? You look pale." Terry said sitting on the edge of the bed touching my forehead. "I'm feeling terrible Terry. Everything hurts, my mouth is dry and my throat is sore." "And it seems you have fever sweetheart. Alright I won't go to work today, I'm taking care of you." "But Terry..." I started but he didn't let me finish. "No buts my love. I'm not going to let you suffer by yourself. Try to relax a little I'm getting some painkillers and tea for you." with that he got up closed the curtains and left the room. The darkness was a blessing to my eyes and I managed to drift off. I don't know how much time went by but I woke up to Terry putting a tray on my nightstand." I'm sorry my love did I wake you? " I gave him a tired smile "It's alright I didn't sleep very deep." "Can you sit up sweetheart? I brought you some painkillers. Wait come here I help you my love." he carefully helped me sit up handed me the painkillers and held the glass to my lips so I could drink. "Alright, do you need another pillow my love? Or a blanket?" "A blanket would be nice I'm freezing." Terry immediately went to the wardrobe and got one of my favorite fluffy blankets, he pulled the other blanket away, wrapped me into the fluffy blanket and put the other blanket on top of me. "Is it better?" "Yes Terry thank you so much." "I do anything to make you feel better sweetheart. Just tell me what you need." Terry said gently stroking my hair. "Could you maybe hold me for a while? I need to feel you Terry I'm not feeling myself and... and I hate being ill." I said and a few tears were running down my cheeks. "Don't cry my love it's alright, of course I hold you. As long as you need me okay?" he said wiping my tears away. Then he joined me in bed, put his arms around my body, his head resting on my shoulder. It felt like heaven to me and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep again. I didn't even realize that Terry left the bedroom just to make his famous chicken soup for me. He was just the sweetest man I could ever wish for. He made sure I had everything I needed, checked my temperature and held me when I felt sad again. He wouldn't let me get up by myself and was always by my side when I had to go to the bathroom or just wanted to sit up and watch TV with him. He also took the time to read from my favorite book to me and I was a hundred percent sure that I would feel much better soon. "Thank you so much honey I already feel a little better. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so much." Terry gave me a warm smile, pulled me close to his body and kissed the top of my head. "I love you too sweetheart more than anything else."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

[rainroses45]

Chained by Faith Pt. 1

☾description: Was the hatter truly mad? Or was it a cause of a series of events that caused him to go crazy in the reality of a tarnished dream? This is Bucky x fem reader Wonderland AU

☾a/n: I'm teaming up with my bestie to write this series and let me just say prepare yourselves because in part two its going to get spicy @lovelolaslove

☾song inspiration: September (instrumental)

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This story began with a hatter and raven. Yes  a hatter and a raven indeed. No, not a walrus and carpenter, but a hatter and raven. The hatter and the raven shared many quaint special moments but none like these, oh yes none like these is a certainty. These three memories sparked a flame inside the story book of wonderland, for without these three moments, would the mad hatter truly be mad? 

Oh but in a small cottage covered in whispering vines, sweet poisoned gossip was carried and hung. No else bothered to listen to great vine because who's to tell which one is true and which one is upside down.

You danced around in your home trying to tame your wild hats. They float, they sing, they dance, they cry, all while you hung them out to dry. It was no surprise when a certain someone returned so soon, why it was only 7 hours after noon.

“Oh my sweet, sweet raven, have you already gone mad?” Your eyes twinkled in delight as a sound of tapping, almost rapping was heard at your window leading into your chamber of hats.

Cheerfully dropping the unfinished floating hat, you gracefully waltzed to the lock on the window and gave it a quick tickle causing the poor bronze handle to go laughing backwards, unlocking the translucent mirrors.

Quickly before the tea kettle could whistle its whimsical tune, a raven weaved through the mess of fabrics and missing thimbles. It’s pitch dark eyes stared at you in adoration as you twirled around in lunacy at the heart of your creations.

The raven gently landed near your rocky chair and let out a flat note sink. Then quickly without a dash, the once feathery creature transformed into a tall man with the most enchanting eyes a caterpillar had every seen.

“Only for you my love.” Bucky smooth voice laced through the movements of your dance. His shadow shape shifted back into its second form, black smoke scurried away from his face. His black suit was dirty but it still managed to stay intact throughout the war of cards. Even after days without seeing one another, your boyfriend still managed to always come flying back to you.

“Oh that’s preposterous, you have only nearly dipped inside the rabbit hole of possibilities.” You stated with a toothy grin. You took a few steps towards him as he dusted himself off. He reeked of metal and moss. Bits of paper shaped clubs and diamonds hung from the loose threads of his long sleeve shirt. His fluffy ink black hair was a mess, but was quickly covered up by a purple, checkered stain top hat with little musical notes spinning around it.

“Well then why don’t you drown me in your wonders my dear hatter.” His eyes met yours in a flash. Oh how those words made you feel alive! He made you absolutely breathless that the only think you could do was tip your hat in a curtsy. It wasn’t until the clock struck the random number down its hands, that you soon regained your thoughts.

“Not before tea time my lovely Corvus corax.” You bopped your lover’s nose as you skipped towards the wooden door. Unfortunately, before you could sip the sweet liquid, Bucky grabbed your arm pulling you into his chest once more.

“You know i hate it when you call me that.” He said with fake annoyance as he threw his head back, staring at the star decorated celling. It took you over two years before you could collect all the stars you wanted to fill the room with. A smile over took you when you remembered the last trip you had, oh how wonderful it was, oh how wonderful indeed.

“Yes but it brings me joy in seeing you fluster in red.” You got on your tiptoes only to reach his chin; a sinister grin plastered on your face. He looked down at you. His face was merely inches away from yours, you could practically feel his breath blemishing your cheeks.

“Touché,” He smiled back, grabbing your face with utter most delicacy and leaning into your lips. Slowly his lips connected with yours in a loving kiss filled with devotion. His lips were by far the smoothest fabric ever created. Your eyes closed lazy as you enjoyed his soft creases and touches on your face and body. He held you like you were the only white rose in the bush of painted red roses, and you absolutely loved it.

You couldn’t part. You wouldn’t dare to part from his savory lips. If you did, then what would you do next? It was absolutely nerve racking to figure what to do without having his hands on your skin. You would go bonkers without his warm embrace and feathery kisses.

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach causing a rush of pink to appear on your cheeks. Everything about him made you mad, but in a beautiful way. His hand behind your neck, softly nudging you into him as his tongue danced with yours. You felt like honey; smooth, luscious, golden honey, and he thought you tasted like it too.

Parting was such sweet sorrow when all you wanted was to be filled to the brim with his kisses, but it made it all the better when you saw his pearly whites shine like an upside down crescent moon.

“Oh don’t you just love it,” he sighed heavenly, cradling you in your arms as you stood in the middle of the room. The soft rays of moon blemished your skin with milky glitter.

“Love what?” Bucky pulled you down with him as he sat down on the curvy rocking chair. You made yourself comfortable on his lap as you waited for his response.

“The idea of love,” you raised an eyebrow at his thought. Bucky simply ignored your expression and continued to creases your hands in loving touches. He always loved how soft and small your hands were compared to his.

“Why should I love the idea when I’m already living it?” You countered, even after three years of being together you still were in love as you were on first day you met.

“Because our love is different,” his words caught you off guard.

“How so?” You asked with an open mind, not really sure if he meant it in a positive or negative perspective.

“You my beautiful hatter are full of secrets and madness, while I am created with revenges and passion. We are an unstoppable pair that if ripped apart the world would be set aflame in agony.” Bucky placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting up your graze as you analyze his words. The on beat clanking of your heels on the floor boards soon stopped, for you raised your legs and then laid them across his lap with a mischievous smile.

“Yet our love is the only thing causing the twists of time to keep spinning.” His hand slipped from your face and grabbed your thigh with excitement.

“Ah yes what would the kingdoms do without such a royal flush of passion.” You hit his chest lightly as you laughed at his remark.

“They would act cowardly on the battle field without their omen of death.” Bucky already had a huge ego when it came to his ability to fight, that you truly didn’t want to raise it anymore. He already had a reckless score of events happen during the conflicts. There was no need to encourage more, but oh how you loved to talk about him.

“And they would be weakened in horrendous fashion and dehydration without your presence.” Bucky began to place serval kisses on your face.

“Mine is truly the worst out of the two.” He stopped his action to scoff and roll his eyes.

“Yes of course darling, truly the most awful one out of the two.” You let out a laugh at his reaction which he smiled in reply.

Bucky suddenly felt a feeling of reassurance. You were his soulmate, his princess Lenore in this masquerade of craziness. And oh hearts, you were the one for him and he now felt a little less anxious with the tiny box hidden in polka dot tea pot.

“I love you my raven.” You drew hearts on his arm as you twiddled your feet in glee. He grabbed your face once more, letting your innocent eyes sink into his once dead ones, allowing you to feel the calmness of the night.

“Oh my sweet hatter, I am absolutely mad for you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #wonderland au #winter solider x y/n #mad hatter #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[liaromancewriter]

Paralyzed

Premise: Cassie is thrown off kilter by some family news and needs reassurance from her husband.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Trope: Hurt/Comfort Words: 885

A/N: This is for TikTok Tuesday by @potionsprefect. I wanted to do some fluff, but I was listening to Delta Goodrem’s Paralyzed and it put me in an angsty mood. Also, I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 143 which will appear in bold.

Cassie Valentine hung up the phone after speaking to her brother and just stood still, eyes unfocused as she stared out the window. Her mind was running a mile a minute, every thought jumbled, every word a direct hit to her heart.

She’d heard the hesitancy and remorse in Max’s voice as he told her about Sienna’s pregnancy. It was so alien to her, this distance between them. It had always been her and Max against the world. It was Twin Code. 

And now her brother had been afraid to share his good news with her because he wasn’t sure how she’d take it.

She hated it. She hated that he had likely rehearsed the words before he called her, not certain about her reaction. She hated that Sienna—her bestie, the sister of her heart—didn’t feel comfortable telling her about the baby herself.

All because of what had happened to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she was transported back to that horrible day last November. The pitying looks in the doctor’s eyes. How her body had detached itself during the procedure. The paralysis that set in when reality intruded. That empty feeling inside that had taken months to dissipate, but never fully went away.

And it had taken one phone call for it to all come flooding back. All their hopes dashed in an instant and their plans silenced just like her baby’s heartbeat.

Everybody else was dancing and she couldn’t seem to find her footing.

With a cry, she rushed out of the bedroom and ran to Ethan’s home office, slamming the door open and causing him to jump at the sound and the suddenness.

“Cassie? What’s wrong?”

His voice was shocked as he looked up from his laptop, shutting the lid and starting to get up when he saw how upset she was.

She just shook her head, the words caught in her throat. Uncaring of anything but the need for someone to hold her, she hurried towards him, pushing him back on to his chair and climbing onto his lap.

Cassie burrowed into him, tears soaking his shirt as grief wracked her body. Ethan wrapped his arms around her, his chin coming to rest on top of her head so that she felt surrounded by his warmth.

Several minutes later she was spent, her tears slowing to a trickle before drying up. She lifted her face off his chest, complexion flushed, eyes devastated and the tip of her nose red. He used a tissue to wipe away the wetness.

“Sienna’s pregnant,” said Cassie, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Ethan sighed, the words and their meaning sinking in. He knew the close bond between Cassie, Max and Sienna and he could well imagine the turmoil of emotions at learning they would once again have what he and Cassie couldn’t.

He felt moisture gather in the back of his eyes as he remembered being in the same situation not even six months ago. The hope, the wonder, and then the grief when it wasn’t to be. They had finally started to feel like themselves again and now this.

“Max spoke to me like I was fragile,” she was saying as he tuned back in. “I’ve never heard that tone in his voice, not with me. It was like a stranger talking and I felt so alone.”

Her relationship with her twin was a huge part of her identity. There were no secrets between them, no walls. Max would never deliberately hurt Cassie. But Ethan knew that no matter how he shared this news it would have upset her. It was too soon after…

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered, hugging her close. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. In your heart you know it too.”

“I know,” she finally admitted, her voice small. “He loves me unconditionally. He knew I would have been upset regardless of how he told me.”

She hesitated and then said the words locked inside her. “I want to be happy for them, I do. But there’s a heaviness in my heart and all I feel is numb.”

“You don’t have to feel anything you’re not ready to feel,” said Ethan. “Take your time. Max and Sienna will understand.”

Cassie nodded, snuggling against him, her fingers absently playing with the hair at the back of his head.

“I know we said we weren’t ready,” he started, his words hesitant and she pulled away to stare at him, eyes wide as she guessed at the direction of his thoughts. “But if you want to try again…”

His words trailed off when he saw the tears gather anew in her eyes and his heart broke for her. For them.

“Never mind. Let’s get away from here,” he said instead. “Maybe head south for some sun.”

“I don’t know,” she said, letting him change the subject. “Work’s really busy right now and my publicist has organized a series of media appearances to promote the book.”

“We can take a weekend,” he insisted. “Go to Newport if you like. It’s winter but you love the beach there any time of year.”

She waited a beat, her eyes peering into his, reading him like an open book and recognizing that he needed this too.

“Yes, please.”

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[sillysadduck]

I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but you're the only reason why I come onto Tumblr every day. When you reply to my stuff, I get so excited! I like seeing your art, but I also like you! /p

I think you're a really cool person, even though i know you've said that you sorta put on a persona so you don't come off as "rude".

I have a feeling we would have been friends, or at least acquaintances, if we had known each other irl.

Sorry if this came off as creepy, and you don't need to post this, just wanted to get it out of my system.

Also, I'd suggest getting a pocket knife or something for when you go to college, since you'll be going at night. And make sure to have someone who you can text or call to tell them when you leave the house and college and when you've arrived back. If you feel unsafe, pretend to call a friend and say something like, "Yea, I'm almost to you." and, I hate to say this, but make it seem like a man is on the other line, or call a male friend. It's just how society is, even though it sucks. The deeper the voice, the better. My friend did this with me a few times.

Stay safe!

HI BABE HOW ARE YOU this means a lot to me you're so sweet hope you dont mind the long answer😭😭😭 I feel like I'm more myself here lately, when I just started I felt like the slightest bit of sass would upset people so I pretty much acted like fuckin spongebob in hopes that people would like me. Then I started dropping one or two jokes and finally felt a bit safer. I just act a bit more over the top than I would irl (like answering with lots of emojis and caps so I don't sound cold and dry) and I also more like I would with close friends instead of strangers! When people get to know me I am in fact an loud clown that loves to be the center of attention.

I'm just used to people disliking me at first because when it comes to strangers I'm always called "stuck up, intimidating, and scary" BUT I'M JUST SOME GUY. Guys approach me A BIT more often that girls but truth is everyone thinks I'm "mean" at first sight and I'm not... But I kind of internalized that belief that everyone thinks I'm rude and stuck up.

As for safety with going to college at night, yeah, my only concern is people who carry guns and pocket knives with them. I'm not a rational person when I'm angry, when I told the story about fighting the guy who tried to rob me everyone's answer was "You're insane, what if they have a gun?" But girl I wasnt going home without ending the chat with my then-bestie about her ex, if that dude wanted my phone he was gonna have to WORK for it and catch these hands 😭 and he lost so what🙄💅🏻

I'm so glad you can find me entertaining, with the silly puppets and with my silly little life stories <3

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[alycremie]

OC Introductions #3: Lena

So Transgender Stoner won the poll, honestly wasn't a very fair match. And since I figured she'd probably win anyway, I've spent all day extending their lore.

Also, I haven't mentioned this before, but if you want ask anything about my OCs, feel free to use the ask box :3

As per usual, OC images are picrews unless stated otherwise. I'll link the picrews at the bottom of this post. It's not my art. Don't credit me with it.

Soléne Monique De La Riviere, or as her friend know her, Lena Riviere, is pretty tall. She's 6'0", or 183 cm. She has kobicha-toned skin, and is generally lean. She's skinny with long arms and especially long legs, having a petite build. She isn't particularly muscular or strong, and looks more like she'd shatter and make the dry bones noise. Her eye colour is...unknown. Lena's most defining feature is her hair. She has a massive blonde afro that extends out past her shoulders, with curly hair completely obscuring her face from the cheekbones-up. Almost no one has actually seen her eyes, and she puts a lot of effort and money into keeping her hair big. I've failed to mention face shapes before, but Lena's is rounded with soft cheeks and a defined nose. She wears lipstick in a lot of different colours, but her favourite is black. Lena is also COVERED in tattoos. She has so many and they cover almost every inch of her body. Some are good, some are bad, some are meaningful, some aren't. She dresses supremely gay, her most iconic outfit being an unbuttoned blue hawaiian shirt with a thick-strapped tank top underneath and high-waisted jeans.

Now, on to her personality.

Lena - ISFP, 7w8.

Lena fits quite poorly into personality archetypes. At her core, the best way to describe her is that she doesn't care. She's by far the most introverted of the group - not because she hates people, but because she's just ambivalent to them. She doesn't have much to say, and would rather observe and think about something than engage with it. She wholeheartedly believes most problems are caused by people caring too much about things that don't matter. And this is how she lives her life. Some accuse her of wasting her time and never trying, but she's perfectly content with getting Cs or Ds cuz "she didn't fail." While in many ways she's pretty relaxed and often tries to get others to join her - especially with how much she smokes 🍃  - she can often come off as emotionally detached and uncaring, and this can lead to issues when not caring isn't an option. Lena is the quiet one of the group. She eases the stronger personalities around her just by encouraging people to take basically everything less seriously, and serves as a foil to Roselyn's intense caring about *everything*.

Lena speaks English and French fluently, and her pronouns are She/They. She majored in Philosophy and was briefly in law school as a former gifted kid, but quit after realizing it wasn't she actually wanted to do. She's the lead vocalist and guitarist for the reggae fusion band Daughters of Sekhmet, which runs from 1987 to 1999, but for the first few years she also works as a grocery store manager. She loves music, watching TV, and hanging with her besties. Her favourite season is Winter, her birthday is January 17th, 1964, and her favourite food is soup. She's a vegetarian and refuses to eat meat. Lastly, she also doesn't label her sexuality. She pretty much just picks people at random and is like yeah, I want to date and/or fuck you. Those people are usually women but can be of any gender. Image 1 source: picrew.me/en/image_maker/1706331 Image 2 source: picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769

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[incarnateirony]

By the way, while we're nailing down more of 2po's lies, and that entire scripthunt server's morbid history.

Like, you'll see he's actually fucked over every single lane. Like, oh, it's not SO bad he fucked over Kelios but what about - but what about - then you peel off the top layer of the onion and it's all rotten underneath. like. For example, all the blame I get from Jared fans for certain campaigns?

SURPRISE! Charcubed the graphic designer came up with that messaging, and they're the one doing graphics associated with adjacent fandom circles. Yeah, you know, that one.

Oh weird is that model of fundraising or those graphics familiar? Remember all the shit you hated? Yeah, those are the people that, per that post, got banned from my server for things like actor stalking or trying to hijack server permissions.

Yeah there's a lot of big name fandom creators that have been terrible fucking people, but this fandom values content over ethics, so I kept my head down a long, long fuckin time while the cool kids screamed and called me a liar, about a script that you've all seen was objectively real, and even newer than Wiki's.

Shit. Then there's 2po openly being Rowan's bestie, who's currently inciting garbage against misha for [checks notes] trying to encourage people to vote, and [checks notes] other people having fun with cute parts. Because 2po's angle is anti. But wigglebox continues to work with them. And a bunch of salty banned motherfuckers out there don't care about ethics, they care about their remaining relevance.

and in this new show, that old one and old nest of scripts is dying, and even their best attempts at sOuRcEs fell on their face with the first episode. But they're the old, elitist class, they've welcomed in con crowd rather than their former alignment representing a more general, middle of the range fan that was the old server. The con circuits are drying up, their corners to lie in are dying, the content is cornering them, and even all the lies.

because all those lies. all for that pilot. All to attack me for those old grudges. All fake. All to spin narratives. And they're still doing it, because they just can't accept it. Cuz if they accept this boy howdy there's a lot of business for some of them to accept.

It's literally the last dying gasps of the rich con bitches angry that it isn't the jared show, and salty bitches that got banned from the old clubhouse because they couldn't keep their shit in check.

[eightysixed]

Dear diary,

I’m so sad today. Amber was working so diligently on getting me in with T. Like, yeah he knows me and we’re texting but he’s not convinced, I could feel how lukewarm he is towards me. She promised to turn him around, because her cousin is friends with his bestie and they’re in some like, airpods and custom sneakers business together. But anyway, he left me on read last night and I could just tell...it’s fading. He’s not interested. 

I told myself I wouldn’t get my hopes up. Am I still grieving for my old (stupid, dumb, dead) relationship that will never be again, so I can’t fully commit to anyone? I mean, yeah, I did say I couldn’t do any plans with T on Friday because I really was busy. But maybe he took that like I’m not interested, and got disinterested himself. 

Why is it impossible to find one normal man in Los Angeles. Like, where the fuck are they?! I can’t believe my options are nepo children of the Real Housewives and guys who think doing monkey NFTs is a career. It’s so, so bleak. Maybe I should move to Austin, or Houston, or New York, or Calgary or literally any-fucking-where but here. Sometimes I feel like this city hates me with all its heart. I told that to my therapist and she said LMAO bitch me too. Not in those words exactly, but you know, paraphrased. 

Thinking about this one comedian I met like, 3 years ago at a party. He’s famous and in movies but I won’t name him cuz someone could screenshot this blog and send it to TMZ or deuxmoi or some other shitty place like that. I nearly facedived into the drinks table because of the 4 inch butterfly stilettos I was in and he grabbed me and that was the only thing that saved me. I told him, “I fucked up because I microdosed LSD before coming here and drank on top of that and I’m already so fucked up.” He laughed and said, “I haven’t done that but I feel like I’m microdosing LSD just being here.” There were dancers dressed up like giraffes. Bella Hadid was there. I almost dry heaved because I ate the nastiest canape I have ever gotten in my mouth. It was weird hours all around. And we talked a bit on this velvet couch I couldn’t stop stroking and he made me laugh the entire time and now I’m like, damn why didn’t I get his number. 

Maybe the problem isn’t them and it’s me. Maybe my fate is to be unhappy and die alone. I don’t know who’s going to get this house. Can I leave a house to dogs? I’m gonna have to do that, I feel like. Maybe I’ll leave it to Manu. He probably deserves it more than anyone I know. My therapist was like, you need to learn how to feel okay with being on your own, being single. Like...okay bitch?! Thanks for the advice. Noted. I’m gonna do that and heal now. I’m cured. Jk. we all know I could have everything going right and I’d still find some way to hate it there. 

Never getting anywhere with anything, Lb

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[enhaheeseung]

or maybe i'm just getting carried away 😂 idek if i can handle writing on top of my 2 jobs and making fanart, esp if i somehow manage to build an audience.

not that that's required! it'd just be nice to interact with people about smut and kinks and stuff outside of anon asks 🤷‍♀️

anyway, sorry for dumping this on you! (though i'd honestly still like to know about starting a fic blog... just in case)

- 🐋

So I’ll tell you how I started first and then I’ll throw in a few tips (but I’m definitely not who you should be asking about this lol)

When I first started I had no idea what I was even doing I didn’t know how to put links I didn’t know about proper warnings or how to add tags and images so I basically started from scratch with no knowledge

Which was highly frustrating at first but when my first fic reached 100 notes all of it seemed worth it

So I used that as motivation to continue writing fics and I slowly starting building an audience however just cause i got followers doesn’t mean my writing got better if anything it kinda got worse but I didn’t ponder on it any longer cause I knew I was capable of writing better than that

That being said it’s basically trial and error so don’t get discouraged when some works get more notes than the others sometimes it’s just cause it doesn’t show up in the tags (for whatever reason)

Bestie an audience is definitely a requirement (for me) I literally almost deactivated because of the lack of interaction I had cause basically if no one is reading what I post there was no point to even create a account and post it

As of late my notes and followers have decreased like crazy which is very discouraging to me and I haven’t had motivation to write for a long time and it’s hard to look past and keep writing but I’m trying

I know I’m getting ahead of myself when I say that seeings how you haven’t even started yet but I just want you to know some of the things that can happen after you start posting.

At first I thought it was fun just posting story’s for your bias and interacting with people however it’s not that cut and dry.

You might possibly have droughts where you don’t know what to write or how to write it which is was also very discouraging for me

In the beginning I didn’t realize how much effort you really had to put into writing even if it is something as unserious as smut is you still have to do research

Since I’ve been writing I’ve searched all kinds of things such as mental illness pregnancy sex positions you name it

So if you have an idea for a fic it’s not as easy to write it down on paper as it is to imagine it sometimes the wording is the hardest part of writing

Another big problem I faced was when I would read others work and compare myself to them wondering how they were getting so many likes and had so many followers yet I didn’t

That was just me being stupid though cause not everything I write is for everyone and look at me now 2300 followers and multiple fics with 1000+ notes

Not sure if I’m the only one who experienced this but it did effect my mental health in a way I was constantly trying to think of plots and I’d bang out 10k words in a day without rest and after awhile that had taken a toll on me especially with working and barely sleeping

And of course if any of this ever happens and you get discouraged you could always quit writing (I should have but I’m way too hard headed for that) but if something is causing you more harm than good I’d say drop it

I know I said way more than I should have but I’d just like to give you a little idea of how I started my journey

So now for a few tips I’d suggest starting with shorter fics to get comfortable with people seeing your content

Oh that’s another thing I was (and still am nervous about people seeing what my mind conjures up lol) but everyone that I’ve encountered has always been nice except a few hateful anons every now and then which I think every writer has atleast three hate anons so don’t sweat it

Second I’d find a plot that’s easier to write about that you don’t have to do so much research on to make it a better first experience for your first post

I’d find something that’s unique to you as well rather that be a nickname or saying.

So for me at the end of my post I’ll say have a good day / night and that quickly caught on with my followers as well something else was every time I changed my theme I’d change my heart color emoji so if I used blue my followers would use blue and if I used brown they would use brown etc so I think that’s a cute way to interact and have your own unique little signature

Before any of this though make sure you have a good understanding on how the app works (which I’m sure you do cause you post fanart) just learn as much as possible before posting it’s not like it’s the end of the world if you make a mistake but it’s a lot better knowing how to avoid those mistakes (also look at the structure of other blogs that helped me a lot)

So now I’ll break it down to some key points that I’ve covered throughout this post and things that I think a lot of us writer’s experience at some point

1 learn as much as you can before posting so you don’t hit a sang along the way and get caught up

2 don’t get discouraged if all your works do not do good everytime you post cause we’ve all been there no matter how many followers you have

3 don’t let numbers get to you they will come eventually just don’t give up

4 don’t compare yourself to other writers you’re good enough in your own way

5 do your research

6 you get a few haters but that’s just life

7 make something unique for your blog something that people will remember you by

8 be careful and don’t think too much while writing it’s supposed to be fun and if you ever don’t enjoy it take a break/ stop

9 if your first fic isn’t good don’t worry you get better with time and I’m living proof of that (let’s not mention my first fics lol)

10 if you have a plot but you’re not sure about it just post it it’s normal to feel nervous but just know most of the time it’ll be received well

I know I sound like a hypocrite cause I still even face some of these problems now but I just wanted to give you insight of what can happen along the way and that there’s more to fic writing than meets the eye

However this is just speaking from my personal experience you may never run into have of these problems but still

Anyways I hope I’ve helped in some way and I’m not just rambling on and on

And don’t apologize bestie there’s no need I love helping people if you have anymore questions feel free to ask🤍

One more thing I hope this didn’t scare you away from writing cause like I said this is just my personal experience

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