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frmisnow · 2 months

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✧˖ ?!— MY DISEASE ౨ৎ. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🐰ྀི : " i can't get you or your pussy out of my head at all times, it's like a chronical disease ?? "

summary. jungkook, still in a post-sex haze, finds himself unable to resist gently touching you as you sleep, one thing leads to another- and resolves into the most toecurling god-sent slurp slurp head

notes. first ask completed BABYYY!! had an exam today (and four crying seshions yesterday but we move) - but it went so well that i rly felt like getting this out!! xx mae

warnings/includes. (015 + 003 / sleepy morning sex + body worship), service top! jungkook x f! reader, slight somnophilia? (but not rly), lowk he's a lil obssesed with her, pussy eating, reader dropped 'love you' for the first time

if you were awake, jungkook would've probably said smth about how he couldn't help it, about how his brain was still mushed from all the sex and all the sleep from before, that he just couldn't think right - and that's why his fingertips were already moving across your bare skin, since the split second he'd been conscious.

his fingertips traced delicate little imaginary roads from your collar bone to your belly, later on lying his head onto your chest trying to listen to your heartbeat, a few strands of his messy hair tickeling your skin.

he closed his eyes, finding comfort in the automatic thud of your heart, and your rhythmic breathing, quietly counting under his breath - god, he would've probably fallen asleep if you hadn't opened your eyes half way just in that moment as it took him only a single gaze to kiss you before you were even correctly processing, cupping your face instantly, a faint smile on his lips.

when jungkook finally let your breathe you mumbeled an incredibly creeked out, "baby" rubbing your eyes till a small grin makes a way onto your face "that's one hell to wake me up"

a soft chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips as he nestled closer to you, "couldn't help myself," he admitted with that cheeky grin he always did while playing with his lip ring, gaze filled with adoration, looking at your face with nothing but love in his eyes, "i see you- and it's just.." he paused looking at your lips again, "..happens"

placing two gentle peeks on both sides of your cheeks, squeezing them in process till giving you a proper kiss, going from tender and careful to more in depth, groaning smth inaudible when your lips seperated even for just a few seconds till he repeated it once again, "you're so pretty"

nuzzling into the crook of your neck, warm breath against your skin as he left a line of saliva, lazily licking and kissing the sensitive skin as he noticed all the hickeys he had placed a few hours prior, eyes half lidded as his finger ran over the skin almost like he was in a mix of concerned and fascinated: "went to rough on you, baby, i'm so sorry"

with a tiny smile, you tilted your head to meet his gaze, reassurance shining in your eyes. "it's okay," you whispered, your voice a gentle caress. "wanted every bit of it"

you cupped his face, running your hand through his hair to make it even more messy - a reassuring gesture.

"y'know.." he paused, gaze zoning out like he was deeply in thought on how he should put his next words out, "i just wanna make you feel good, i always do," fingertips wandering lower and lower with every word, "whenever i see you i feel so- needy" a small smile grazing his face, avoiding your eyes for just a little, "i can't get you or your pussy out of my head at all times, it's like a chronical disease"

jungkook sighed like he was tired of his inner thoughts himself, "i just want you so bad at all times and i don't think that's healthy"

biting his lips innocently, gaze wandering down your body for a reason as you laughed when you saw his expression, "i think you're decribing obssesion but i don't necessarily mind"

"maybe," he muttered, careesing your tummy once more, leaning down to press three little peeks onto the skin before raising his head, looking at you like you own him money, not quite containing a grin "i really wanna eat you out," the grin widening, "did i say to much?"

"fuck yeah, make yourself cum with my tongue, c'mon use me"

his tone groaned out, not clearly audible against the constant sucking and licking of your clit and the whiny moans coming from your direction. your hands long engraved in his hair, tugging at times though he didn't seem to mind at all - in fact he seemed to increase the speed of his already skilled mouth whenever you jolted his head back, like it was that extra motivation he needed to keep going.

"was made to help you get of, make you feel good, fuckin- mmh," stopping his sentence when you lifted your hips ever so slightly.

as he added two fingers, easily sliding into the slickness, your walls instantly clenching around them, urling and massaging your sensitive spot as you threw your head back, eyes pressed shut together, feeling your stomach tightning, a little almost tickling feeling inside, signalising that you were close, pulling his hair one more time as you clenched around the two fingers at last.

he helped you ride out the orgasm easily, continuing to move his fingers now a lot more slower, that stupid grin still on his face yet at the same time his gaze seemed to stop on your face, admiring it though a bit of sweat sticked to your forehead, tiny strands of hair unevengly lying over your face but he truly looked at you like you were the most showstopping, gutwrenchingly beautiful woman on this damn planet.

"you're so pretty when you cum," you smiled, looking away from his face, sunlight bright in your face, "i'm so serious"

he got closer to you once again, placing his face on your shoulder, gently kissing the skin while looking at you, "i love how you put so much trust in me, how you can present yourself as so vulnerable against me, how you feel comfortable with me" with each word he placed a peek, going higher and higher, till his lips landed ever so softly on your cheeks.

"you're so important to me," quietly whispered as if there were people around you though you were both alone, "i wanna love you in every way there is, i never felt like that before"

he stopped the kissing for a few seconds, looking at you but his stare was rather calm, more loving then really expecting or pressuring you to answer yet you did what you feared doing so long.

"y'know how hard it is for me to say the three words you want me to say but i love you, i really do"

he smiled.

a smile that could light up a universe when it came down to it, a smile that could make millions of other people smile just as hard, that smile that made his eyes light up ever so brightly, dimples showing.

"that felt really good, scary but nonetheless goo-"

safe to say you didn't leave the bed that day.

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ilovepedro · 5 months

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frosted cookies | husband!frankie morales x wife!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: You pack away an extra treat in your husband’s lunch. What happens when Frankie sees you’ve packed more than just some cookies? Cookies won’t be the only thing that’s frosted when he has his way with you.

Warnings: unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, doggy style, missionary, praise kink, three (3) spanks, cum eating, teeniest bit of soft dom!Frankie, sickening fluff, after care, pet names (querida, hermosa, baby, etc), husband!Frankie being so in love and down bad for his wife, reader speaks some Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, some Spanish translations throughout.

A/N: can be read as part of the “just married” universe or a stand alone. did y’all think i forgot about a 500 follower treat?! hehehe i would never!! i’m back with a lil slice of domestic holiday bliss and smut with our guy, our husband! i’m just so down bad for Frankie, like there’s really no explaining myself. he’s everything. i want him so bad.🧎‍♀️anyway, happy Frankie friday everybody! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏼 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

“Jesus, querida. How many cookies are you gonna bake?” Frankie asks before popping one into his mouth. “Francisco! Ya basta! (Enough) Those are for tomorrow!” You yell, smacking your husband’s hand away from getting anymore cookies.

After tomorrow, you and Frankie are off for 10 days. The stress and anticipation of the festivities and just spending uninterrupted time together energizes you to work rapidly. You’ve been baking all day for your office’s Christmas party, whipping up an array of cookies and packaging them up to give out to your coworkers.

Flour, powdered sugar, and icing bags are scattered throughout the counter. A bowl of icing sitting in the middle of the island and cookie cutters next to 3 trays of cookies. Powdered sugar coats your hands and icing splattered across your apron.

“Lo siento, bebita, (I'm sorry, baby girl)” he says through a muffled mouthful of cookie, rubbing circles on your lower back while he peppers kisses to your shoulder.

“I have to make sure there’s enough for everyone. 50 is good right? The whole office will be there, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out,” you ramble as you roll out the last batch of dough in between parchment paper. Frankie rubs up and down your arms as you cut them into shapes.

“50 is plenty, baby. You work too hard, mi amor. Is this the last batch?”

“Yeah, I’ll finally be done after this one comes out the oven,” you say as you place them onto the cookie sheet.

“Good. You need to rest, and I wanna have my wife to myself.” You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck. “You sure no one will feel left out?”

A small gentle smile splays on his lips as he readjusts his grip on your hips. “No one will feel left out, baby. I promise. And if they do, then fuck ‘em. They don’t know how hard you work, or how kind you truly are,” he softly says. A relieved smile creeps onto your face as a toothy grin appears on his. He places a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, you getting lost in him as the taste of him mixes with the sugary cookie he’d just eaten. Both of you sighing into one another, never getting enough of each other.

The oven timer dings, startling the both of you and breaking the kiss as you jump back a bit. The two of you giggling like a pair of children, Frankie places one last chaste kiss to your lips as you head to the oven. Feeling a playful swat to your ass, you turn around and playfully scold your husband as you remove the cookies out of the oven - the aroma of sugar and spice filling the air.

“How long’s this last batch gonna take, mi vida?” Frankie asks as you place the final batch of cookies in the oven. “Only 15 minutes, mi amor. Tener paciencia (have patience),” you say through a fit of giggles, laughing at your husband’s impatience. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as you stride towards him. Pulling him in for another kiss, his hands freely roam down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Laughing into him, you pull away as you bark out a belly laugh, your husband mirroring you.

“Could you help me clean up, please baby? The faster we clean, the faster I’m all yours,” you taunt. “Of course, mi vida, you don’t even have to ask. Although, the incentive is nice,” he says with a smirk. The two of you swiftly maneuver throughout the kitchen while the cookies bake. Frankie clearing the counter as you wipe it down, and washing and drying dishes together - working in tandem to tidy up your kitchen. The oven timer dings once more, Frankie washing and drying the remaining dishes as you remove the last batch and set them on the cooling rack. As you remove your oven mitts, Frankie tosses the dish rag onto the counter and swoops behind you, engulfing you in his broad, taut arms while he litters kisses along your neck.

“All done, mi amor?” He asks against your skin, his mustache tickling you along with his eagerness, eliciting a laugh from you. “All done, mi amor,” you laugh, wrapping your arm around his neck to twirl the curls at the nape of his neck. “Vamos, mi esposa,” he says, whisking you away and up the stairs.

Laughter bubbling over the two of you as you rush up the stairs.

After tomorrow, it’s 10 days of this - uninterrupted bliss with each other.

Frankie plops down on the chair, groaning as time ticks by agonizingly slow. He runs a hand over his face, his wedding ring making contact with his cheek reminds him of you - just 4 more hours until he’s home with you.

Cracking open his lunchbox, he smiles as he spots the usual yellow sticky note that you pack in his lunch which lay atop some of the freshly baked cookies that you made last night. Picking it up, he reads the note:

“Enjoy your lunch, mi esposo hermoso. Can’t wait for you to frost my cookie when you get home ;)

-Con amor, su esposa”

Beneath it, a polaroid of you dressed in a crimson red babydoll with white fur lining the bust. It leaves little to the imagination as you display your breasts to the camera, a coy smile on your lips as white frosting runs down your lips and onto your chin, teasingly biting into one of the cookies you baked.

His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening as he takes in your form. He’s hard as a fucking rock, his lunch now completely forgotten.

“‘S matter, boss? Wife forget to pack your juice or something?” A stupid rookie asks, laughing too hard at his own joke as he creeps up behind Frankie to catch a glimpse inside his lunchbox. Frankie immediately drops the polaroid back inside and flips the lid closed before the rookie can see it.

“Shut the hell up, Daniel,” Frankie grumbles as he rises to his feet, stomping out of the break room and into his tiny, cluttered office. He typically eats lunch here, wanting to get away from the fumes that permeate the shop, but the anticipation of your time off together made him antsy - seeking out a place without constant reminders of you as the day drags on.

That did absolutely nothing. Your boudoir polaroid having made his day better and worse simultaneously. You looked nothing short of a dream, but now his impatience is getting the better of him as his mind wanders to all the things he plans to do to you tonight. He groans, his cock still half hard as he unravels his lunch. He huffs sticking the polaroid in his wallet, aggressively nibbling at his lunch.

Could this day go by any slower?

He opens the door, tossing his keys into the bowl as he shuts and locks it. Trudging inside, he toes off his boots, pushing them to the side as he takes in your fully decorated home. His heart swells at the sight, knowing you were off work early today after your office party. Meaning you probably spent the entire afternoon decorating.

Garlands adorn every wall, the tree now fully decorated and the Christmas village sits atop the mantle. Twinkling lights warmly illuminate the room. The sprig of mistletoe hangs above the entryway to the kitchen, the smell of dinner and more baked goods permeating through the air mingling with the fresh pine scent of the tree.

You’ve gone full Christmas-mode and he can’t get enough of your domesticity - your ability to make every single thing you touch feel like home.

“Frankie?!” You yell faintly from the kitchen.

“Hermosa, I’m home!” He shouts as he shrugs off his brown utility jacket. Footsteps bound from the kitchen and into the hall. There you stand, in all your domestic glory with your apron around your front and a bit of flour on your cheek.

You beam at him, happy your husband is finally home for the week. Your office is closed and so is the shop for the following week and then some for the holiday, now you have him all to yourself for the next 10 days. Practically flinging yourself into his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. He laughs at your eagerness, his cock twitching in his pants as you tug him closer by his soft curls, deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, a soft moan escaping you and into Frankie.

It’s unclear who breaks the kiss first, but the both of you are heaving, panting for air. The smile returning to your face, a smug look appearing on your husband’s face.

“Hi, baby. I missed you.” Your hands snake up his chest and you remove his cap from his head, setting it on the table by the door, carding your fingers through his hair. His smile softens, eyes gleaming with love. “Hi, mi amor. I missed you too. I see you got up to some stuff while I was gone,” he says, swirling circles on your lower back. You giggle, knowing you can be a bit elaborate when it comes to decorating.

“‘S not too much?” You ask. He quickly shakes his head. “Never, mi amor,” he nearly whispers, reassuring you before capturing your lips in another kiss. Walking you backwards into the kitchen, he presses you up against the kitchen counter, catching a whiff of something baking in the oven again.

He pulls back, forehead resting against yours as he swipes away the flour that’s smudged on your cheek. “You’re still baking, mi vida? I thought you were finished,” he asks. “I am, but I wanted to make you something, a treat to celebrate our vacation,” you ramble. A chuckle rumbles in his sturdy chest.

“Got the most delicious treat right here,” he tsks, you chuckle rolling your eyes at his cheesiness as butterflies erupt in your belly. His hardening length presses against your core as he dives in to litter your neck with kisses. “Even got a picture to prove it,” he rasps against you. A small gasp escapes you.

So he did see the picture.

“Oh really? Can I see this picture, amor?” Your voice breathy and titillating, feigning oblivion as a smirk plastered on your face while he sucks on your neck.

“I’m sure you know what it looks like. In fact, you’re gonna let me recreate it with the real thing, baby.” His voice low and husky now as his clothed, hard cock ruts into you.

A wave of arousal pools in your panties. “I am?” You breathlessly ask, still keeping up the innocent act.

“Mhmm. Gonna be covered in me. Isn’t that what you wanted, princesa? Huh? You couldn’t wait for me to get home and frost your cookie, hermosa?” He asks as his lips ghost over yours now, emphasizing the reference to the note you’d put in his lunchbox this morning. You snort, eyes shutting as heat courses through your veins as he quotes the note, and warmth blooming in your belly.

A light smack to your thigh reels you back in, eyes flying open. His eyes filled with lust, pupils darkening. Your eyes glossy and hazy, feeling tipsy just off his embrace, his words.

“Y-yes, Frankie. ‘S what I wanted - want. Want you s-so bad, mi amor,” you mumble against his ear as he resumes peppering kisses along your chest. Humming against you, your words going straight to his cock, which you feel as he presses into your core a bit harder.

“Want you so bad, too, princesa. Been wanting you all day. Y’know how hard it was to keep it together seeing that picture of you? Look so fucking sexy, fuck. Had to stop myself from cumming in my jeans like a fucking teenager,” he mutters into your ear. You giggle, taking great joy in knowing your husband wants you just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

He bites down on your earlobe, your giggles quickly dissipating into a moan. “But what you did today was so bad, mi vida. Distracted me all fucking day from work, could barely concentrate. I think you just made it on the naughty list. What do you think, baby? Are you naughty or nice?”

“N-nice. Nice, baby,” you whimper as Frankie unties your apron and smoothly tosses it on the counter.

“Mmmm, you sure about that? You gonna be a nice, good girl for me and let me have my way with you?” You furiously nod, your neediness growing into an impatient monster.

He laughs at your eagerness, relishing in how needy you are for him. “Come on, princesa. Show me how good you are,” he rasps before releasing you from his grasp, grabbing your hand as you two stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Excitement stirring within you as he leads you to your room.

Frankie flings the door open, eagerly bringing you into his embrace again. He cups your cheeks, leaning in as his lips engulf yours in a messy, heated kiss. It’s all tongue as teeth gnash together, moans flying out from both of you while you strip each other down. Frankie groans as he discards your bra onto the floor. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you shuck off your husband’s briefs, his hard cock springing free, weeping and red.

“On the bed, hermosa,” he demands, his timbre husky and low. You scramble onto the bed, laying on your back, displaying yourself for your husband. “Spread your legs.”

Your brain on autopilot, operating as if Frankie has a remote to control your actions.

Legs spread, the cool air of the room hits your sopping core, a shiver running down your spine. Frankie licks his lips, pupils blown black and wide swirling with lust. He stalks towards you, laying down and settling himself in front of your aching pussy. He grabs your thighs, placing them on either side of his head. The frigidity of his wedding band burning into your skin, contrasting the blaze that burns from within you as you anticipate your husband’s next move.

You pant as the excitement transforms into a forest fire within your core, Frankie so close to where you desperately need him. He presses firm kisses to your thighs, your breath catching in your throat again. Kissing and nipping at your thighs, your neediness causes your hips to involuntarily buck into Frankie - his nose catching on your clit for a split second. A shocking loud moan escapes you as Frankie pushes you back down on the bed.

“Just like you told me last night, mi vida. And like how I had to tell myself after what you pulled this afternoon: tener paciencia,” he practically growls against your thighs. You whine as his teasing resumes. You know this is payback for the polaroid, making him wait all day for some relief. Your husband is the most patient man you know, even when he wants nothing more than to take you any chance he can get.

His desire for you though, constantly burning, so you know this must be killing him too. However, the sweet revenge of seeing you fall apart and writhe under him, begging him to do something is the most delicious reward.

“Frankie,” you desperately sigh, eyes closing as he presses kisses to your mound. “When have I ever not given you what you wanted? Hmm, baby?” He asks against your core, your eyes opening and to lock with his gaze. “Never, mi amor,” you nearly whisper, it comes out much more rushed than intended.

“Tranquila, mi vida. I’m gonna take care of you and this pretty pussy. I got you, baby,” he says with one last kiss to your thigh. Without preamble, he licks a long, languid stripe up your folds. A relieved moan tumbling from your lips as you bury your head further into the pillow. He repetitiously licks up your glistening core, your clit throbbing for some attention. Your husband knows your body like the back of his hand, as if he can read your mind.

He flicks your precious pearl with a steady rhythm, wrapping his lips around it. You twitch underneath him, eyes heavy and glazed.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You keen as your hands fly to tug on his hair, his rhythmic, skilled tongue bringing you closer to the edge. Your weeping cunt clenches around nothing as a wave of slick seeps from your hole. He snakes a hand up to cup your breast, flicking and suckling your clit as he rolls your nipple in between his thick, calloused fingers, alternating breasts. Your breathing is ragged as you moan, Frankie groaning and humming into you. The vibrations rumbling from within him launching you higher into your climax, teetering on lift off.

“Feels s-so f-fucking good, Frankie. Always s-so fucking g-good,” you babble. He pulls away for a second, his chin coated in your slick. “Come on, baby. Know you’re close. Let go, hermosa,” he rasps right above your swollen cunt. He dives back in, moving his hand from your breast to your entrance, two fingers sliding home with the amount of slick pouring from you.

A sharp gasp escapes you, eyes rolling back at the welcomed intrusion as Frankie rapidly and steadily alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. His fingers hitting that spongy spot only his fingers and cock can reach. The coil in your belly snaps as you’re launched into your orgasm, stars appearing behind your eyes as your vision blurs white hot.

Frankie helps you ride out your high as you scream and writhe beneath him, lapping up every last drop of slick gushing from your throbbing pussy. Desperately trying not to rut his hips into the mattress, he groans at the sweet, tangy taste of you that he can never get enough of. Your thighs tremble as you slowly return back to Earth, whimpering as Frankie presses soft kisses to your thighs.

“Did so good for me, baby. Always so fucking good for me,” he hushes you, peppering kisses up your body.

You fight to keep your eyes open, catching sight of your husband soaked in your release as his mustache and patchy beard gleams in the warm glow of the bedroom.

Pulling him down, you connect your lips with his, both of you moaning into one another. Wrapping your arms around his broad, strong shoulders as you tug on his curls. His mouth licking into yours, letting you taste your sweet slick on your tongue. Sweet and heady, the kiss melds into something sinful as you feel Frankie’s hard, leaking cock rubs right above your core. Precum smearing on your belly, Frankie pulls back and moans at the friction.

“Not done with you yet, querida,” he says gruffly as he lifts himself off you. “Turn around,” he demands. You recognize that tone: he’s gonna have his way with you tonight. A shiver runs down your spine as a new rush of arousal burns brightly in your core. You swiftly lay on your stomach.

“On your knees, baby.” His voice husky and firm. You readjust yourself and settle on your knees, balancing yourself on your forearms. Feeling the mattress dip behind you, another spark of arousal jolts in your pussy, your belly warm and full of anticipation. You can hear Frankie pumping himself in his fist as he lines his hips up with yours.

“See, you can be a good girl. Knew you could do it, mi vida.” You moan at his praise. His large hands caress your ass, engulfing your cheeks in each hand, admiring the view. You teasingly wiggle your ass, Frankie-drunk giggles bubbling over your lips and spilling into the pillow. A smack comes down on your ass, the sting of it making your pussy throb. Moaning as you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Frankie.

His chocolate irises invisible, eyes completely darkened and filled to the brim with lust.

“Don’t start.” You nod, drool pooling under your mouth, your patience wearing thin. “Be good, baby,” he rasps as he lines his cock up with your entrance. His tip prodding your aching hole, as one of his hands rests on your ass. He slowly slides in, taking his time bottoming out. Both of you moaning in tandem as his cock splits you open, the sting blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You squeeze around him as he fully sheathes himself inside you, never fully getting used to his size despite being married to him now.

“Alright, baby. Alright, baby,” He hisses, roughly kneading your ass. “Come on now. Relax, baby. I got you,” he calmly whispers. You feel yourself relax, unclenching and releasing him from your vice grip. “There we go. Good girl,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss behind the shell of your ear.

He slowly slides out from you, nearly pulling out all the way until he slams his hips back into yours. His cock punching your cervix.

“Frankie!” You gasp, moaning as you grip the sheets. He repeats the motion, grunting as he cants his hips. “Tightest, sweetest fucking pussy ever. Fuck, always feel so fucking good, baby. You were made for me, made to take my cock. Huh, querida?” He asks, breathing ragged as he fucks in and out of you. You nod and moan in agreement, words escaping you as he brings you close to your second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to slowly creep up on you, still reeling from the sensitivity of your previous one.

Another smack hits your ass, clenching around him in your tight heat. You love when Frankie gets a bit rough with you.

“Words, querida. Come on, you were doing so good,” he taunts. You swallow through your moans, unaware of the desperate tears of pleasure that were pooling in your eyes.

“Y-yes, baby. Made for you, made for your cock. S-so fucking good to me, Frankie. L-luckiest girl in the w-world,” you babble. You feel him twitch inside you before he pulls out.

Whining at the loss of your husband’s cock, you’re suddenly being flipped on your back. Before you can give what’s happening a second thought, Frankie slides back into you. Your calves pressed against his strong chest, your ankles resting atop his taut shoulders as he bends you in half. His pace rapidly picking up, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“‘S right, baby. Made for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world, querida. Won the wife lottery,” he rasps lowly, pressing a kiss to your calf.

The love you have for this man is overwhelming. His existence constantly gracing your mind, his unwavering support, his unconditional love, never feeling like you’re not enough for him, his kindness, his patience, how gentle he is with you even when he’s roughing you up.

“Eres la esposa más hermosa y perfecta del mundo. (You're the most beautiful and perfect wife in the world) So lucky to call you my wife, baby,” he grunts, punctuating each word with his thrusts. His sweet words toss you over the edge, fat tears of euphoria and love cascade down your cheeks as you scream his name.

An endless stream of slick seeps from your cunt, coating Frankie in your release. The squelching sound filling the air mixed with pants and moans is sinful, obscene.

“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to me, all of it. Soak my cock, querida. So fucking good - you, this pussy, our life, fuck yes,” he babbles. You mindlessly move your legs from his hold to wrap around his middle, bringing him in closer as you ride out your high.

“Love you so much, Frankie. Best husband in the world, come on, mi amor. Cum for me, need your cum,” you whine, giving him one last good squeeze. Frankie fills you up with half his load before pulling out and coating your mound in his cum. Endless moans streaming from you both. Frankie cums for a long time.

The picture really did a number on him.

Ropes of his spend coats your sex and your belly. Unable to control yourself, you reach down and swipe two fingers through his cum and lick them clean. Relishing the delicious, salty taste of your husband. Frankie groans as he sees you suck your fingers clean, gathering cum on his fingers and stuffing it back into your cunt. You moan around your fingers at the feeling of his thick, long fingers stuffing you full of his cum.

Releasing your fingers with a pop, Frankie pounces on you - his fingers brushing against your lips, prying your mouth open. You suck them into your mouth, an animalistic groan rumbling from within you as you taste the combination of you two. He removes his fingers, adjusting himself to pin you down, caging you in between his large biceps.

He dives in for a kiss, it’s slower - savoring the taste of you and him on your tongue as he soaks in the love which radiates off your body and into his soul. “Love you so much, mi vida. Para siempre (Always),” he whispers against your lips. You cup his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips as your eyes glimmer with contentment and love.

“Para siempre,” you repeat. Another firm, lingering kiss is pressed to your lips before he rises to his feet, padding to your shared bathroom. The faucet turns on, your usual routine of aftercare beginning. Frankie returns with the warm rag, gently cleaning you up.

“Frosted your cookie pretty good, huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips, curls in disarray.

You bark out a belly laugh, unable to control your laughter at your husband’s stupid joke.

“Francisco!” You squeal. Frankie tsks and rolls his eyes. “Oh after all the shit we just did, that’s where you draw the line?!” He playfully asks, a toothy grin on his face.

“No, I just thought you forgot about that stupid note!” You say through your laughter, Frankie bursting into a fit of giggles with you. “Wasn’t stupid, and how could I ever forget that and that picture?” He asks as he continues to clean you up.

“Speaking of, I’m not even gonna question when and how you took that picture, but next time, I’m helping you,” he says as he rises up and walks back into the bathroom to discard the rag into the laundry basket. “Whatever you say, mi amor,” you tease from the bed.

He returns, playfully pouncing on the bed beside you. Another fit of giggles erupts from you.

“That’s right, baby. Whatever I say,” he says with a wink and a smile, interlacing your fingers with his - toying with your wedding ring as he places a chaste kiss to your lips before saddling up beside you.

i love husband!Frankie sm 😫😔

wrote this on a bit of a whim, i had no idea what i wanted to do, i just knew i wanted to write a lil christmasy somethin-somethin for y'all 🩷

i hope y'all enjoyed!!! thank you for reading 🫶🏼

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐗 — abby anderson, ellie williams, dina woodward

— “leaving myself for other girls to play with.”

content warning/s — female reader, porn without plot, foursome, mean dom! ellie, service top! dina, jealous! abby, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on use, belly bulge, dressing up, implied breeding kink, face sitting, squirting

a/n — i am not going to be sorry about this, this is just a short fun lil thing for people to enjoy, this is brain rots bcuz of finals and for the anon who screamed at me in my inbox, hope you like it lovely

"WE'RE ALL LOOKING AT A DIFFERENT PICUTRE."

you were like a dool, dressed beautifully in a pretty dress with pretty knee socks but no panties as ellie liked- that’s why she had the honor to play with you first, and also the fact that she rounded you up for this fun little playdate. she was eager to toy with you and destroy your cunt. Still, she wasn’t going to rip the pretty clothes, she will want to see you in them again. so she only lifts your skirt, exposing your glistening folds for her and for the others to see how wet you are.

ellie fucking you deep while you sit on her lap, so deep your belly has a little bulge every time she bottoms out on you with her strap, stuffing you to the brim. she kisses the skin at the corner of your eyes when you whine “it’s too deep”. you wanted to feel good and wanted to make her feel good, right? she likes to see you cry, tearing up, raw lips trembling from being fucked too much, too hard. although she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she has the fantasy of coming inside you, imagining it’s not only your cum that she fucks into you but hers too until it leaks out. it would be an honor to bear her child, yeah?

abby is fed up with ellie tiring you so much, shoving her a few times to get her off your crying form. she caresses your cheek to wipe the tears falling from your lashes, saying sorry for ellie being so mean before one of her thumbs pushes past your lips to open wide, the other hand opening up her folds as she pushes you back, climbing on top of you and lining her pussy up with your mouth. drool leaks from the corner of your lips, trickling down the sides of your face while she stuffs her puffy clit in your mouth, praising your tongue. your drool mixing with her cum when it leaks into your mouth, she is patting your cheek when you swallow all that she gave you.

dina whose tits you have been massaging, rubbing her cunt occasionally while eating abby out. dina is not fond of getting into the fight between the other two, but will smooth the battle between the two to eat you while you eat abby out for a second time or when ellie gets over her pride and sits on your face. she spanks you, spreading your slick all over and between your quivering pussy lips before latching her mouth on your clit. she alternates between small licks and kisses, caressing your thighs before sucking harshly on your bundle of nerves. you are sweet, a bit salty from the tears that have dropped down to your cunt when ellie was having her way with you, your thighs closing around dina’s face when you squirt on her face.

you are like a toy, quite literally the doll for them to play around with. in pretty clothes, pretty eyes, beautiful hair, and the body perfect for them to do what they please with it. they know it and you believe it, there won’t ever be who can take care of you like the three of them can, it’s just not possible.

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 10 months

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Anchor Up to Me, Love

Pairing: Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Reader

Warning: College AU, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Breeding Kink, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, But Leon saves the day, cause we love him, Possessive Leon S. Kennedy, Protective Leon S. Kennedy, Violence, just a lil, Leon S. Kennedy Being a Little Shit, Leon S. Kennedy is a tease. Leon S. Kennedy is a Sweetheart, I slept for 2 hours last night cause of this, bon appétit, bone apple teeth, Leon Kennedy loves eating pussy change my mind, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, POV First Person

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A/N: I wrote this in one afternoon, it was not beta'd at all. I pulled this STRAIGHT out of my ass. THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE GO AWAY. Title from Anchor by Novo Amor.

The campus was buzzing with hyper energy, the students littering the quad as the weather finally warmed up enough for them to comfortably rest on the green grass. My sneakers slap against the concrete as I take a deep breath in, the fresh air mingling with the student’s scents and I can’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness at the sight of the couples sprawled across the area.

I have spent half my life terrified of everyone - especially alphas - since my father’s warning when I presented. “You need to be careful, pup. Alpha’s only want one thing. You don’t want to end up like your mother - God rest her soul.” The fear it caused has definitely contributed to my self induced isolation. The scent blockers stir in my stomach, and I place a hand over my gut softly as I continue to head toward the library. I couldn’t afford the textbook, and thankfully the library had a cheap copy, but it can only be used in the library. I huff in annoyance as I mount the stairs. I step into the air conditioned building, skin prickling beneath my tee shirt. Should have worn a sweater.

The library is huge, 3 floors of walls lined with books, and the loner in me cries out in joy at seeing how deserted the stacks are. Having memorized the way already, I walk toward where they keep the textbooks and I run my fingers across the bindings until I come across where my textbook should be. I glance around to see if it was maybe misplaced before I head to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for the Understanding Earth textbook for Professor Fieldman’s class?” I ask, and the woman behind the counter looks up with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s a popular one today. There’s a young man in blue who asked for it maybe 10 minutes ago. He should be in one of the study rooms, I think Room C.” The one with the windows. I nod, glancing down at my phone for the time. That paper is due in 12 hours. I’ll have to suck it up and ask if he’s willing to share. I head up the stairs, the hushed whispers of students giggling on the second floor catches my attention as I rub my fingers over my arms to warm them. The straps of my backpack are becoming more and more noticeable the longer the bag rests on my shoulders, and the girls’ voices become audible. “Wasn’t he adorable? He’s in my criminology class. His scent is intoxicating.” I scoff at their words. I walk toward the closed oak door before lightly rapping my knuckles on the varnished surface, and I crack it open as I hear a voice speak. Please be a beta. Please be a beta. Please be a beta.

“Yeah?” The door opens a bit more and that’s when I see him, strong hands hovering over the keys of his laptop, bright blue eyes trained on me as I stand in the doorway, my cheeks probably red from embarrassment.

“Hi,” I say before introducing myself with my name. “I know this is probably weird, but Professor Fieldman assigned a paper due tonight and I need some sources. Would you mind if I shared the textbook with you?” I ask, definitely speaking too fast as the anxiety crawls up my throat, tasting an awful lot like bile. He chuckles and that’s when his scent hits my nose. Those girls weren’t lying. He smells like pine and citrus, which you wouldn’t normally assume would mix, but something about the way it mingles as it enters my nose, my whole body flushes,, and I wonder if it’s because of him being an alpha or just him in general.

“I’m Leon. Leon Kennedy. And no, I don’t mind at all,” he says kindly, scooting his chair over a bit and pushing the textbook closer to the chair next to him. I should not sit next to him. His scent is already almost overwhelming and I’ve been in here for all of 1 minute. I find myself walking forward as I hear the door close behind me and I sit down in the black mesh swivel chair next to Leon. He gives me a small smile before I realize he probably thinks I’m a beta. My scent blockers should be enough. When is my heat due again? I vaguely wonder as I slip my backpack onto the floor next to me and pull out my laptop, opening the document to this stupid paper. “The paper on your favorite mineral and its multitude of uses?” He asks, glancing at my screen and I nervously huff out a laugh.

“Yup. I went with obsidian.” I say as I look back at him. His eyes are like two pools of blue, oceans in their entirety and threatening to drag me under and drown me.

“Good choice. Quartz,” he points his thumb at himself with a small smile as he runs his fingers through his hair before training his eyes on his paper. We sit in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes before the first cramp shoots through my gut. I press a hand to the muscle, hoping pressure will relieve the ache before it increases. I tense up as I groan, dropping my head to the cool desk as my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Are you okay?” He asks, placing a hand on my back, and the warmth of his hand makes me release a very different kind of groan, which I try to muffle by clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip, so hard I may be drawing blood. Heat washes over me and I vaguely register that I am absolutely going into heat right here, next to this alpha I just met. I reach down for my phone to check, and that’s when I realize that I am a week early for my heat.

“I’m fine, I just need to go, I’m sorry,” I whisper, and I stand quickly, slamming my laptop closed much harder than I should before practically throwing it into my backpack, slinging the fabric over my shoulders before I feel a hand lightly wrap around my wrist, not restraining me, just… catching my attention.

“I’m sorry, I can go if you need the-” Leon trails off, his voice fading into silence as his eyes widen. “You’re an omega?” He asks, and I know my scent blockers aren’t very effective anymore. Not against a sudden onset of heat in the middle of the day. I nod smally, feeling tiny compared to this alpha, despite him still sitting down in his own chair. The place where his skin meets mine on my wrist tingles, sending sparks up and down my arm as I am suddenly extremely grateful that I didn’t wrap myself in a sweatshirt. I’d be sweating through it by now.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, taking a deep breath while facing away from me, as if he’s trying to compose himself before he speaks again. “Sorry, you’re just… You smell amazing…” He practically rasps, voice dropping to a painfully attractive octave. “I thought you were a beta when you walked in. You shouldn’t be out this close to your heat,” he mumbles, still unable to meet my eyes.

“I’m not due for a week. Trust me, I intend to go home,” I explain, and he nods as he lets go of my wrist. Without another word, I walk briskly to the door. I don’t breathe until I’m out in the fresh air, trying to wash Leon’s scent from my nose before I begin to practically sprint toward the parking lot where my car is. I’m almost there when I hear whistles behind me. Oh no.

“Where you going, pretty ‘mega?” My hands shake violently, slick pouring into the center of my panties due to the incoming heat, and I hear several sets of footsteps behind me. There are at least 3 of them. A cold hand lands on my shoulder and I yelp, dropping my keys to the tarmac as tears brim in my eyes. The alpha spins me around as his friends snigger behind him and his hard body presses me against the nearest vehicle, hands roaming over my jean covered thighs as the hot tears pour down my cheeks. His scent is vile, aggression and sweat wafting off of him in waves, and his nose runs along the column of my throat. “You smell so good, baby. How about you let me take care of your little problem?” His voice is gravely and harsh, tongue licking up my neck to taste my sweat. “God, I’m gonna knot you so-”

“Get the fuck off of her.” A voice says, and it takes my mind only moments to realize it’s Leon.

“Fuck off, finder’s keepers.” I squeeze my eyes closed so tightly that harsh colors flash across my darkened vision, and my hands push against his cotton tee shirt pointlessly.

“Then how about this?” The weight is gone, ripped from my body and I open my eyes to see that Leon has physically ripped the guy off of me and I watch as his body collides with the vehicle next to us, the white metal slightly dented from where his head hit before Leon’s fists tighten in his shirt, pressing him into the truck. “Touch my omega again, and you won’t be leaving unless it’s in a body bag.” Leon lets him go and we both watch as the alpha runs away, followed by his lackeys. If he had a tail, it’d be between his legs.

I sink to the ground, knees pressed to my chest and my hands press into the dark concrete. “Holy…”

“Are you okay?” Leon is there, crouching at my level. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” I shake my head, hands twitching, begging me to reach out and touch him and I can’t stop them as one lands on his shoulder.

“I just want to feel safe... Can you hold me?” I whisper, and it’s only seconds before his palms skim along my bare arms. Feeling like I’ve been shocked with straight electricity, my gasp escapes as I shift to press my nose into his shirt, the blue cotton/spandex mix beneath my lips driving me up a wall and rushing more slick into the gusset of my panties.

“Of course.” His words are soft, fingers carding through my hair in soothing motions. His lips are soft as they press to my temple and I clutch his shirt tightly in my fists. “What do you need?” He asks, making sure to address me by my name.

“You, alpha…” I whisper, desperation in my tone. “Please…”

“Fuck…” Leon mumbles, nodding and accidentally brushing his nose through my hair, and he groans. “Okay, come on.”

The kisses are all tongues and teeth, lips connected as teeth nibble at the already plump flesh as the door opens. Thank god he has an apartment, cause Dad would never let me bring home an alpha for him to fuck me through my heat. The room smells overwhelmingly like him, air fresheners be damned. Palms on hips, slipping into the waistband of denim, untucking shirts, fingers dancing across skin and I tug on the hem of his light blue shirt, silently pleading for it to come off.

“Need something, sweet girl?” He chuckles, a teasing edge to his voice. A whine slips from my lips into his mouth and he pulls back to press our noses together, foreheads in contact as he looks into my eyes. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Off, please, Leon.” Well, he said words. I managed that. He peels the fabric from his chest, my eyes raking over the exposed muscles and soft flesh.

“Eyes up here, ‘mega.” His finger slides under my chin, bringing my eyes to his as our lips collide again before parting to remove my own tee shirt, dropping the cotton onto a pile on top of his. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers under his breath. Before I can process the movements, my feet are off the ground before I feel the weight of the couch beneath me as he tugs on my waistband. “Can I taste you, ‘mega? Please?”

“Mhm,” I hum through my bitten lip, teeth pressing into the tender flesh as I help him remove my tight jeans, my panties flying somewhere in his apartment as he buries his mouth against my cunt without further question.

His name leaves my lips in a squeak as my fingers thread through his dark blonde locks, tugging the strands lightly as his tongue laps at my sex. Growls rumble from his chest as he sucks gently on my clit, the suction forcing gasps and moans from my mouth; I look down and find those intoxicating blue eyes locked on me, the wet sounds coming from my center absolutely lewd. How do people live without this?

“Do you want my knot?” The question should require more thought. More attention.

“Yes. Please alpha, need it.” Leon stands, lips and chin coated with my shiny slick, and I watch as he licks the fluid off his lips before using his fingers to wipe off the remainder before sucking them into his mouth. Oh fuck, that’s hot. Nimble fingers undo the buttons of his jeans, tugging the zipper down tauntingly. “Leon.” His name comes out as a frustrated groan, and I’m gifted by the sweet sound of his light chuckle.

“Patience is a virtue, sweet girl.” I groan, a small laugh of my own filling the air as he comes up to kneel between my thighs, the skin of my ass pressing against his thighs as he leans forward to rub his cock along the length of my core. “Fucking shit, got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, ‘mega. Have you ever had a knot before?” He asks, rolling his hips so his tip bumps against my clit and I shake my head no. “Have you ever had sex with anyone?”

“No…” I admit, hands coming up to press against my hot cheeks.

“That’s okay, ‘mega. Do you want to keep going?” I peek between my fingers to see his soft smile. He is willing to stop for my comfort. “I can make you come in other ways if you don’t want-”

“I want your knot, please Leon.” My hips cant on their own accord, rubbing against him and his groan quickly dissolves into a huff of laughter, the sound filled with affection and gentleness.

“Okay, baby. We’ll take this slow, okay?” His head nudges at my opening, pressing the head in. The slight burn doesn’t last as my body adjusts to him, his arms caging me in on both sides of my head filling each of my senses with nothing but Leon, Leon, Leon. It continues like this, him pressing his length pressing in an inch or two before he pauses, huffy breaths puffing against my face as his peppers my face in soft kisses, my hands cupping his jaw and nape of his neck to feel some semblance of balance as he splits me open. I have nothing to compare it to, but he feels pretty big to me. Finally after a painstakingly long time, his hips press forward, flush with mine, and we both release shaky pants at the sensations.

“Please move,” I whimper as my hands shift to dig into the firm muscle of his shoulders, dull nails leaving crescents in his flesh.

“Anything for you, my sweet little omega.” The sweet words are quickly drowned out as he begins a leisurely pace, and I can feel the drag of his cock against my walls at every movement he makes. Kissing is futile by this point; We’re practically just breathing into each other’s mouths. His pace begins to steadily climb, faster and harder as his deft fingers rub soft circles over my bud, my head thrown back in response to the new sensation. “Does that feel good, sweet girl?” I nod before his earlier command rings through my ears.

“Yeah, Leon… Feels so good.”

“Such a perfect little omega, my omega.” The possessive tone sends a wave of heat straight down my spine as he continues. “That alpha touching you earlier… God I wanted to rip his throat out…” Hips slapping harder against mine as my moans grow in pitch, his name practically the only coherent sound that can be heard from my lips.

“Yours, alpha. All yours.” The blonde nuzzles into my neck, teeth grazing across my sweat slicked skin. He speaks, and it takes a nip to my ear to realize he’s speaking, my focus being tugged between the wet sounds of us meeting, his teeth on my neck, his scent in my nose, and his dirty words in my ears.

I want to claim you.

Fill you til it spills from that tight little pussy.

Want my babies, sweetheart?

Knock you up, god you’d look so pretty carrying my babies, ‘mega.

I nod blindly, barely unable to form words anymore as I’m so fucked out, so cockdrunk.

“Yes, please, fill me. Want it. Want you.” I groan in protest as he pulls out, emptiness bringing tears to my eyes before his gentle caress causes me to peel my eyes open to meet his. I’m greeted with a new sight. This isn’t just Leon.

This is my alpha.

“Present for me, ‘mega.” I nod, flipping over so my knees press into the scratchy fabric of the couch, arms resting on the arm rest as my body arches for him practically unconsciously. This is how it feels to find your mate. Callused hands trace the skin of my back, rubbing softly over the skin of my ass before his tip presses against my opening again, sliding in much easier than before, the wet slick aiding in creating a smooth glide and I practically feel him in my throat as he resumes a fast pace. Mumbles of curses fall into the air, sweaty skin pressing to my back, giving him access to whisper in my ear.

“I want you to come for me. I’ll give you my knot if you do.” The rough tips of his fingers return to my clit, rubbing much faster circles as the band in my gut pulls tight. “Come for me, omega.” That’s all it takes. I come with a yelp of his name, followed by a chorus of ‘alpha’s mixing with ‘Leon’. He growls, leaning forward to press the expanding ring of muscle into my pussy as his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck, locking us together in every sense of the words.

Gentle hands maneuver us to our sides, his warm body spooning as he grabs the blanket from the back of his couch to drape it over us as the sweat on our skin rapidly cools in the now chilly air of his living room.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, lips pressing soft kisses across my exposed flesh, and he sounds almost guilty. I nod sleepily, reaching back to run fingers through his hair with a chuckle. “Something funny, cutie?”

“I don’t think sharing the textbook is gonna be an issue anymore.” At my words, we both burst into a fit of giggles, panting breaths as I turn my head to press our lips together before I gasp, hands coming up to my mouth.

“What?”

“My dad is gonna kill us.” I admit with a nervous laugh.

“Nah. I meet parents like a champ.” His face practically drips with confidence and I chuckle.

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah. Look at my face. This is the face of ‘I’m absolutely not sleeping with your daughter’.” The laughter is uncontainable now.

Oh yeah. Definitely.

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Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy smut #Alpha!Leon #Omega!Reader #resident evil fanfiction #Alpha!Leon Kennedy

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rubiehart · 2 months

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Always cooking and baking for jj and john b bc aint no way you’re abt to eat anything they make

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like john b is definitely better than jj though, considering he had to basically provide for himself for the year or so his dad was gone so maybe he can make simple stuff but when it comes to baking n stuff, maybe his dad had some kind of cookie recipe that he taught john b and it’s kinda muscle memory to him to make them?? they’re nothin’ special just some ordinary chocolate chip cookies but when you try them for the first time you’re actin’ like they’re the best things in the world and he’s trying to hide how happy he is about you loving them, awwww!! lookin’ at you with a lil smirk watching you lick your fingers, reaching for another piece immediately.

jj’s got nothin’. no knowledge at all so if you’re baking together he’s skipping over important steps and messing up the measurements because he thinks he knows better than you. (spoiler: he doesn’t) so after you finished fighting over who would mix the batter,the kitchens a mess, but the brownies are finally in the oven. feel like you’d both end up setting the smoke alarm off because jj set the timer for too long, he’s reaching in for the baking tray without any gloves on and you’re dragging him back like what are you doing!! you’re gonna burn yourself!! and you try one and try not to literally gag, actual tears welling in your eyes cuz they’re burnt to a literal crisp. “mhm- yeah, so good jayj.” and spitting it out when he looks away to grab one for himself, wiggling his fingers towards the tray before taking a bite and immediately gagging and spitting it out. “yeah. you lied to me, babe. these taste like dog shit.” like that one scene in season one where he spits out the mouldy bread!!

but when you’re all together it’s such a mess, jj and john b are constantly arguing about the measurements and who get to pour and mix what. “jj pass me the chocolate chips.” john b says fully immersed in whatever he’s doing, looking up to see you and jj throwing and catching the chocolate chips in your mouth, ripping the bag out of jj’s hand and sprinkling them into the batter. “always doin’ everythin’ myself around here, jheez.” he mutters to himself as you bump jj’s shoulder to stop his giggling.

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 1 year

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𝟐𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Everyone has their own coping mechanisms when dealing with stress, their way of simply forgetting whatever was happening in their life, at least for a moment. Yours happened to come in the form of baking in the late hours of the night as you tried to ignore your worries for Simon as he was on his mission.

You bake at 2AM as you wait for Simon to come home.

Warnings: None! Only the fluffiest of fluff, you know the drill.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Notes: This definitely didn't come to mind as I myself was baking at 2AM, no! Never! (side note, the cookies and cinnamon rolls came out great, hehe). Anyway hi, this is my first time writing for Simon, recently fell down the COD rabbit hole and all so apologies if anything is off. Aside from that, this is just a short lil fic that started off as a headcanon that spiralled out of control. Happy reading my lovelies!

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You're up late at night, again. Not that you could help it, thoughts were flying through your head at just about a million miles per minute. About how worried you are about Simon on his mission, about what could have happened to him, if he was uninjured, healthy, safe. It was like this every time he had a mission, and yet every time it became no less difficult. Being a part of an elite task force was an honour yes, but with honour comes the dangers of being placed on the most difficult of missions. And while even though you were at home, safe and sound, it scared you, the unknowing of what could happen to him. But more than that, you missed him. More than anything.

So to get your mind off of all the 'what-ifs' in your head, you bake. All sorts of things, cinnamon buns, apple pie, those lemon crinkle cookies you knew Simon adored so much. Following a recipe step by step to ensure a lovely end product managed to distract you at least for a bit, until you were left to your own devices once more after it was done. But it acted as salvation while it lasted, allowing an escape from the dark corners of your mind.

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Music fills the kitchen as you hum along, measuring and mixing ingredients as you swayed to the beat.

Your focus is entirely on what's in front of you, the task was for getting your mind off of Simon after all, so unbeknownst to you the door opens as the one person you were trying to distract yourself from comes home.

He walks in almost silently, there was a reason his callsign was Ghost, and drops his gear down by the entrance to go in search of you. It wasn't difficult, the lights acting as a pathway straight to where you were, the music going along with it. Stepping quietly, Simon makes his way over to the kitchen and for a moment he just stands leaning on the doorframe watching you flit about. An impossible fondness fills his eyes and chest as he does, you being so in you element always left him feeling that way. You doing anything really with him being there to witness it, because it means that he's finally home, at long last. But any place he could call home, so long as you were a part of it.

Once you finally stood still for a bit, mixing a part of the recipe, Simon makes his way over to you. Without a word he wraps his arms around your waist as you let out a gasp of surprise, tensing for a moment at the unexpectedness before relaxing once more as you realize who it is. In an instant the bowl is forgotten as you turn in his arms.

"Simon," you say softly, a smile overtaking your features as you return his embrace.

"Darling," he says, tone matching yours as he gazes into your eyes.

Nothing more needed to be said, he was home, and that was enough.

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Notes: And done! Just a really short fic, I think maybe even the shortest I've ever written, but sweet nonetheless. I hope you enjoyed!

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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✧.*RESENTMENT pt.2

A/N: this took sooo long but defo my most requested fic

Summary: after drunkenly calling matt for a booty call, old feelings come back

Warnings: kissing, kinda fluff, swearing, suggestive ??

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"I do love you," I confess. Silence hangs. He stares at me, his eyes softening slightly, yet he remains silent. Panic sets in. This was a mistake, this shits way too corny. I reach for the door handle, stepping out of the car and walking towards my front door, searching for my keys in my bag. - suddenly, i hear matt’s car door open and slam. fuck.

Matt's car door slams shut, the sound echoing in the quiet morning air. I freeze for a moment, hand still lingering in my bag, searching for the elusive keys. He approaches, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion. I meet his gaze, the intensity of his eyes searching for truth.

"I do love you," I repeat, my voice more determined this time. Matt runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, seemingly caught off guard by my revelation. The air thickens with tension as he studies me.

"You can't just say that shit and expect everything to be okay," he says, his voice edged with a hint of vulnerability. I swallow hard, realizing the gravity of my confession. This was a mess, a complicated situation we had both willingly walked into.

"I didn't mean for it to come out like this," I admit, my fingers still fumbling with the keys. "Last night was a mistake. I shouldn't have messaged you. I shouldn't have let it happen."

Matt's features soften, and he sighs. "So, what now?" he asks, his tone carrying a mix of resignation and curiosity.

"I don't know," I reply honestly, finally retrieving the correct key. "Maybe we need some space, figure things out. I can't keep pretending I'm okay with our situation when I'm not."

Matt licks his lips before looking away thoughtfully, he looks back to me, “I can't promise you a conventional relationship, Y/n," he begins, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "I've got issues, and I've made mistakes, but I do care about you."

I nod, understanding the complexity of his situation. The truth is, I care about him too, but the turmoil of our undefined connection had become too much to bear. "I need clarity, Matt," I say, looking directly into his eyes. "I need to know where we stand."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "I'll give you the space you need," he concedes. "But don't expect me to make promises I'm not sure I can keep."

As he walks away, I watch him leave with a mixture of emotions. He drives away, leaving me in the solitude of my front door. I let myself in and instantly collapse onto the couch, grappling with the tangled mess of emotions.

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Days turn into a blur as I navigate through the emotional aftermath of our encounter. Matt gives me the space I requested, and it becomes a period of self-reflection and introspection. I ponder the nature of our connection, the blurred lines, and the undeniable feelings that lingered beneath the surface.

One evening, my phone buzzes with a message.

Matt

Can I come see you?

I feel my breath hitch, I tap my nails against the screen as I think of a reply.

Y/n

come over then

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As I open the door to Matt, the air is thick with anticipation. He steps inside, and we move to my room, him sitting on my bed and me on my desk chair opposite him. The atmosphere feels charged with unspoken emotions.

"I've been thinking a lot," Matt begins, his eyes locked onto mine. "About us, about what you said."

I nod, silently urging him to continue. The vulnerability in his eyes is palpable, a stark contrast to the usual confident exterior he presents to the world.

"I can't promise you the world, Y/n," he admits. "I've messed up in the past, and I can't guarantee that I won't make mistakes again. But I do care about you, and maybe it's time for me to confront my own issues."

His honesty resonates with me, and for the first time, it feels like we're stripping away the layers of toxicity that have surrounded us. I take a deep breath, finally finding the courage to voice my own feelings.

"I care about you too, Matt," I confess. "But I can't keep fucking around with you. It's too painful, and I need more. I need clarity."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, visibly grappling with his internal struggles. The silence hangs heavy between us until he finally speaks.

"I don't want to lose you," he says softly.

I bite my lip, debating whether to mention the L word. Fuck it. “You know what I said to you last time I saw you” I spoke. He nodded at me, slightly hesitant. “what if I told you I still.. did. I still love you”. I was honestly speaking from the bottom of my heart now - The whole time I wasn’t with matt, I was thinking about him. Everything reminded me of him.

Matt's eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and vulnerability as my words hang in the air. I feel the weight of the confession, the raw honesty that has been buried within me for so long. His silence stretches, and I can almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

"You still love me?" he repeats, almost as if to confirm the gravity of the statement. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yeah," I admit, "I can't shake these feelings, Matt. No matter how hard I try, you're still the one I think about."

He looks down, processing my words, and for a moment, I worry I've laid my heart bare without reciprocation. But then, his icy blue eyes meet mine, and there's a softness to his gaze that wasn't there before.

"Y/n," he starts, and I brace myself for what might come next. "I love you," he confesses, his words hanging in the air. My heart skips a beat as the weight of his admission settles over us. "I've tried to deny it, push it away, but every time I see you, every moment we shared, it became clear. I love you, Y/n."

The atmosphere freezes, and the weight of the words hangs palpably in the air. Did I just hear him correctly? He bites his lip, a hint of hesitation in his expression. A grin stretches across my face, and I leap up, practically pouncing on him, pushing him onto the bed. "Matt!" I exclaim, planting kisses all over his face. He chuckles, enveloping me in his arms and pulling me close, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"I'm going to change for you, angel, I promise".

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lokis-dark-queen · 5 months

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Aprons

(Loki/Fem Reader Smut)

Summary: Your blissful baking is rudely interrupted by your husband. He just can’t help himself when you’re in an apron.

Warnings/notes: SMUT 18+ Kitchen sex, Husband Loki, Oral (F receiving), Unprotected sex, Loki talks you through it, no plot only porn, if you read the whole thing you get a lil treat at the end.

WC: 3.3k

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The scent of spice and pumpkin filled the open kitchen of your humble home. Your body swayed slightly to the sound of the music playing softly in the background. You were in a state of calm, peace comforted your soul. All of your worries were put off for now. The dirty laundry in the hamper wasn’t constantly eating you, although it probably would later. However, for now, it was just you and the warm, welcoming feeling of your kitchen.

After the dry ingredients were finally whisked together, you started cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice your husband, Loki, entering the kitchen behind you. He quietly observed your movements, admiring your cluelessness of his presence. His eyes ran down your body as he watched you. His jaw clenched as he noticed the apron that beautifully complemented your figure. Your waist was beautifully accentuated by the tie that rested on the small of your back. Loki’s innocent admiration turned into a lustful need for you.

Loki took slow, calculated steps toward you. Your eyes focused on the task at hand, which was currently mixing in your dry ingredients with the wet ones as the mixer slowly blended them together. You could feel Loki’s presence just before he rested his hands on your waist. Sneaking up on you in the comfort of your shared home was a frequent pastime for him. Loki could never stop being mischievous, and you would never try to stop him from being himself. He placed a soft kiss on your temple before looking over your shoulder to observe your baking.

“What are you making?” He asks.

“A pumpkin chai spice cake.” You smile, melting into his hands.

“Of course.” Loki laughs slightly, knowing your taste too well, “How is it coming along?”

“Beautifully, I just need to finish mixing the dry mix in and let it mix for a few minutes, then it can go into the cake pans and then the oven!” You speak with an excited pep in your voice that caused Loki’s heart to skip a beat, even after all these years.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or would I throw off your rhythm?” He teases, referring to your subtle dancing earlier.

Your cheeks flush a slight pink, you thought you were alone when you were doing that.

“N-no, it's almost done anyway, just go relax and help me eat it all when it is done.” You smirk at him playfully.

“And let you do all the work? Darling, you know that is not my style.” He flirts, suggesting something more.

You finish combining all of your ingredients before allowing the mixer to do its job. Carefully, you turn to your husband to look him in those gorgeous eyes. When your eyes meet his, you find that they are filled with lust. His body radiated pure sex as he pulled your body flush with his.

“Y’know…” He pauses, fidgeting with the neat bow that is tied behind your back, “I just can’t help myself when you wear those cute little aprons. They drive me insane with the way they hug your luscious body.”

You could feel his erection that was forming underneath his loose lounge pants. His smell dominated your nostrils as it mixed beautifully with the spices that were currently mixing. His grip on your waist tightened, his head dipping down to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp as he nipped at the spot he knew was ticklish. Every time he claimed your body, he studied it as if his life depended on it. With just a look and a singular finger, he could bring you to your knees with tears of pleasure in your eyes.

“Hmmm…” You moaned and smiled with every touch of his lips to your warm skin. “Maybe you would like it if I wore this and nothing else?” You suggest.

Loki groaned and pinned your hips against the edge of the counter with his own. His hand ran down your back, taking a handful of your ass before gripping your thigh and hiking it around his hip. Through this position, his sizeable bulge met your clothed clit perfectly, causing you to let out a gasp of excitement. Your body was trapped by his and you couldn't be happier. The ambient noise of the mixer was almost lost in your shared moment of passion. That was until you pulled yourself out of your horny mind to lean over and stop the mixer.

“Loki! I don’t want my batter to be overmixed!” You exclaim as you wiggle out of his embrace to remove the bowl from the stand of the mixer.

Loki groaned, knowing how much you cared for your baking projects. “I apologize my darling. In my defense you are rather… addictive.”

You sigh before taking a beater and giving it to Loki, “Why don’t you lick this clean while I put these in the oven.” You tell him before pouring your mixture into your greased cake pans.

Loki happily begins to lick the batter, giving you a seductive glance before he does so. You knew his tongue worked wonders. And right now, you really wish you were that beater.

After you pop the cakes in the oven, you take the other beater and begin licking at it. It was now your turn to shoot seductive glances as you ran your tongue up and down the beater as if it were the ridges of his cock.

Loki’s beater was licked beyond clean as he placed it in the sink along with the other dirty dishes, to be dealt with later. Now, you had more urgent matters that needed your attention. And that urgent matter was currently glaring at you as if you were his next meal and he was starved.

Slowly and seductively, you licked the beater until no trace of batter remained. Loki leaned up against the kitchen counter across from you. His hands gripped the marble edge behind him, causing his beautiful veins to protrude slightly from under his pale skin. His silken, green lounge pants did nothing to hide his ever growing erection. His tight, cotton tee hugged his waist so perfectly it nearly caused you to drool. Loki was no less than perfect, and in a state of arousal, he was absolutely irresistible.

“Make sure you lick it thoroughly, love, I wouldn’t want you to miss one delicious drop.” He stalks towards you slowly with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. You knew he could only take so much teasing before he was pushed over a metaphorical edge.

Loki had a certain temper and he only showed it to you. You knew that deep down, underneath that cool, calm, and collected persona that he put on, he was fragile. Every look, every word, and every breath that caused even the slightest sexual suggestion to your husband caused him to tip. And it could end in one of two ways, either with you begging for him with no shame or humility, or with him on his knees doing the same with you standing over him. The latter was certainly more rare, however, it was worth every aching second of teasing.

Tonight, it seemed as if you would be the one begging, and you had no objections to that.

As he approached you, he took the beater from between your fingers and placed it aside. A drop of batter hung at your lips. Loki leaned in and licked it away, humming in content as tasted your creation from the salt of your skin.

“Oh, darling… it tastes even better from the baker herself.” He wrapped his arm around your waist before fully taking your lips with his. The spices from the batter lingered on his tongue. In the midst of the heated kiss, Loki lifted you onto the counter behind you. The tips of his fingers were almost bruising to your thighs.

His lips desperately trail down your jawline in ferocious hunger. His hands are everywhere, your breasts, waist, hips, and thighs were being thoroughly explored as if it were his first time. The truth was that he probably knew your body better than you did. Loki knew every spot that made you whimper out for more.

“Oh, my sweet little baker, did you really think you could keep me from tasting my favorite sweet of all?” He growls, hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings underneath the apron.

“You like the cake that much?” You ask with false innocence.

Loki lets out a breathy chuckle, “Although your creation is undoubtedly delectable, it is your cunt I crave the most.”

Flushed arousal went straight to your core at your husband’s words. His fingers slipped into your leggings, dipping beneath your panties.

“So wet for me already. What a good girl.” His words make you tremble.

“It's for you, it's all for you, Loki” His name came out as a desperate gasp.

His talented fingers circled your clit as his teeth nipped at the tie of the apron behind your neck. His other hand reached to loosen it, causing the material to fall, exposing more of the black tank top that you wore underneath.

“I need to feel every part of you.” He quickens his movements underneath your leggings, your hips moving closer to him in the process.

“But I- I thought you wanted the apron to stay… ah- on-” A complete sentence was hard to achieve at the moment.

“Another time, darling. All I want right now is to feel every inch of your delicious body.” He lightly pushes your chest back so that you are lying down on the counter. Your back arches as Loki pulls your leggings and underwear down and off your form.

The slight ‘thump’ of your discarded leggings hit the wood floor of the kitchen. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back an excited smile, anticipating what he would do next. Loki folded his body over yours to give you one last kiss before moving down your body and kneeling in front of your open legs. He pulled the bottom half of your apron up to expose your wet pussy to his needy eyes.

“There she is.” He groans in pure desire. His fingers moving up your thighs towards your core.

“Ah- fuck.” You gasp as Loki’s dexterous fingers find their way to your core, dipping inside as his tongue finds your swollen clit.

Loki begins his work as he curls his fingers inside of you, pushing against your sweet spot perfectly. His soft lips suck at your clit. He switches between his tongue and his fingers as they move back and forth between your entrance and your clit. Your trembling body writhes on top of your polished kitchen counters. Loki manipulated your body as if you were the dough and he was the baker, kneading his creation to completion.

Groaning as if he was starved, Loki moved your soft thighs to rest on his strong shoulders. You tightened your thighs around his head and tangled your fingers in his soft, black curls, pushing them back so that they wouldn’t get in the way of his expert tongue and fingers. He moved his head in tandem with his movements. You attempted to sit up slightly to observe him eating you out but his free hand pushed you back down, delving somehow deeper into your cunt. His fingers pumped faster inside of you. The once cold counter was now warm from the heat of your flushed skin. Your remaining pieces of clothing, the black tank top and the partially untied apron, were beginning to feel like uncomfortable barriers, keeping you from feeling every inch of Loki.

Your hips gyrated with his movements as he pushed you closer and closer to your anticipated climax. He was drawing this out and you knew it. Before Loki, you had never met a man who got off on eating pussy this much. Loki, however, lived for it.

“Loki! I’m close- I’m gonna cum-” You panted, pulling on his hair which caused him to release a moan that vibrated through your pussy.

Loki did not bother coming up for air to encourage your orgasm, he only quickened his movements. The entire kitchen faded into nonexistence around you as you came on his tongue and fingers. Loki never stopped as he worked you through your climax until the stimulation became too much. Your thighs loosened around his head as you began to wiggle away from him.

Thankfully, he took the hint and finally raised his head from between your shaking thighs, albeit reluctantly.

“Where did you go my darling?” He asks teasingly before helping you sit up in your dazed state.

“Valhalla, I think.” You giggled.

“That would only be the highest of compliments darling.” He chuckled before kissing you. The taste of your juices lingered on his tongue.

Loki placed more soft kisses on your face and neck as you turned to look at the remaining time on the oven. The last thing you wanted was to burn your hard work due to Loki’s sex drive, which was complimented by your own. Thankfully, there were twenty minutes left, more than enough time to finish what you started.

With a smirk, your hand ran down his torso to the hem of his shirt. Loki allowed you to lift the shirt slowly up his abdomen. Your eyes ran down his toned body, admiring his abs as they rippled with every deep, calculated breath he took.

“How are you always so perfect?” You mumble to yourself.

Loki lets out a bashful laugh, “I guess you haven’t fed me enough cake then.”

You raise the shirt up and over his head with his assistance, “You will always be perfect, no matter how much cake you eat.” You smile, appreciating his bare torso, now exposed to your hungry eyes.

Once his shirt is forgotten and on the floor, your hand ventures lower to the aching tent in his silk sleep pants. You gifted them to him on your anniversary, knowing how little they would hide when he was aroused.

Loki was beginning to run out of patience, you could tell when he snapped his fingers to disintegrate your tank top and apron with his magic.

“Those better be in one piece somewhere.” You give him a glare that is far from intimidating in his eyes.

“They are neatly folded in the bedroom. I suggest you don’t worry yourself.” He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Whatever you say, husband.” His title ran off your tongue like honey.

His hand lowered his waistband and took hold of his throbbing cock. He teased your entrance and ran the head up and down your slit, circling your clit whenever he ran over it.

“Hold on tight, wife.” He growls before breaching your entrance. No matter how many times Loki fucked you, you were always so wet and tight for him. Sex with Loki never gets old.

You shamelessly moan out his name as he immediately begins thrust in and out of your drenched cunt. Loki was far from a quiet lover, he was always right there with you, moaning and gasping your name along with profanities, both in english and norse. Despite being a frost giant, pure warmth radiated from his body as he held you close, as if you were about to be taken from him, as if he would ever let that happen. His thrusts started out slow, calculated, and hard as he took in the moment, appreciating your body as you offered it to him, a sacrifice to your god.

“Loki… more, please.” You moaned out for him, your hands exploring every part of his exposed skin.

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.” He growls in your ear, his teeth ghosting over your sensitive skin causing a shiver to shake your spine.

Loki’s thrusts became even slower to draw out his time with you. Your body was a drug to him, an unbridled weakness for a powerful god.

“Faster,” was all that you were able to mutter. Loki heard you loud and clear, his hands grip your hips possessively as his hips move at a quickened pace.

Your back arched to push your body closer to him. Loki buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving marks to show that you were his, as if the wedding ring wasn’t enough. He took in your scent, your heat, the salt on your skin from the thin layer of sweat that shone on it. The sound of your skin joining together with every thrust echoed through the kitchen. After he was pleased with his markings, Loki pulled away, allowing you to get a good look at his beautiful face. His cheeks were flushed, those dark, inky locks stuck to his forehead in strands. He was perfect, a bodily vessel truly fit to house the soul of a god.

“You are mine, all mine. Only I can have you like this.” He moaned out as he claimed you.

“Fuck yesss- Loki~” One of your hands held the nape of his neck as the other grasped his bicep.

His thrusts became sloppier as he began to lose his composure. His right hand went to play with your clit to help you get closer to the edge with him.

“Cum for me, I need you to cum on my cock.” His demand sounded more like a plea from his lips that trembled with pleasure.

“I am- fuck baby- I’m gonna cum.” You whine out, your cunt tightened around his cock, spasming with delight as you came for him.

“Fuck! That’s it darling, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He talked you through your high as he was about to reach his. Loki’s ego would always make you cum first.

Loki desperately moaned your name loud and clear and he spilled his cum inside of you. Your entire body, mind, and soul were in the palm of his hand.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute or two, heavy breaths were the only sound that filled the kitchen. Loki’s cock began to soften inside of you, his hand ran up and down your spine. He placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to hold him close to you. Being clingy wasn’t an issue if you both did it.

“Are you alright my darling?” He asks, concerned that you haven’t spoken.

“Of course, but I need to start making the icing, and the cakes will be done soon.” You pull away from him, “Can I have my clothes back?” You ask.

Loki laughs softly, pulling himself out of you. He proudly watched his seed leak from your hole. With a snap of his fingers, you are covered in a soft green sweater that fell just under your ass. Loki was still a cheeky bastard, however, and only summoned a pair of black, cotton panties to wear under it.

“Were you too weak to summon pants?” You tease once more.

“No. I just enjoy admiring those lovely legs of yours.” He smirks.

You laugh in amusement before jumping off of the counter to resume your baking.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you disinfect the counter thoroughly?” You ask him.

Loki still wore his cocky smirk with pride as he observed the spot on the counter where your coupling took place only a few minutes ago.

“Anything for my sweet baker.” He obeys before going to grab some cleaning supplies.

“Thank you, love.” You smile.

Loki couldn’t help the fact that his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, and he knew that it would continue to do so until the end of time.

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Thanks for reading

Sorry I have been so inactive but I am here to announce that my break is officially over! I may be a little rusty so this may have been kinda meh. Thanks to all of my supporters, you guys put the ink in my pen. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future projects! Also here is the recipe for the cake. I have made it myself and it is amazing.

Cake Recipe

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aealzx · 6 months

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“Uhm… Yes?...Why?” Don responded, taken a little off guard by the question. They were already borrowing the infirmary weren’t they? Donnie and Lil Mikey were going to stay the rest of the night at least. Leatherhead was already settling Donnie back into the bed he’d been in before, and Raphael was trying to lead Leon over to the other bed for Lil Mikey to sleep on.

But Leon was apparently distracted by something else, leaning away from Raphael halfway and slow to respond. “You have intravenous antibiotics, yeah?” he asked, a mix of feeling rushed and excited making his speech faster as he eventually obeyed Raphael's mildly frustrated coaxing and carefully rested Lil Mikey on the mattress. “And two metal plates, about this big, and screws?” Leon followed up, holding his hands up a short distance apart and then a certain thickness.

The questions immediately caused Don’s mind to start listing possible uses in the context he was given. Injuries that would warrant metal plates, screws and antibiotics filtering into his head as he narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Yes, of course. Why?” Don confirmed and repeated his own question with a little more emphasis, restraining himself from grabbing Leon to check him over. It couldn’t be any of them that were currently there that were injured. The only thing Don could think of was a severe fracture, and if that was the case he didn’t think Leon would be moving as easily as he was.

But luckily Leon answered the question of who without the need of further interrogation.

“My brother has an open compound fractured tibia and fibula. Let me go get him, I’ll be right back.” Leon’s answer came as a rush of syllables accentuated by one of the swirling blue discs opening up next to him. Don flinched back slightly at the revelation, and Raphael was more caught off guard by the portal. The kid hadn’t even moved for that to appear. It was a little disconcerting since they still weren’t quite sure what they did exactly. Before the others could fully register what was going on Leon had slipped through the portal, mask tails nearly being caught by the closing gateway.

Being left in silence, Raphael mentally repeated in his mind what Leon had said. He understood most of it, but he wasn’t familiar enough with the names of bones to know which ones the tibia and fibula were. Something in the leg? Or was it the arm? They sounded familiar enough for him to think they were in one of the more external limbs. Looking over to Don for clarification and possible direction, Raphael let out a smothered snort of amusement. Don’s hands had remained frozen in the air where he’d reached out on reflex, and his expression betrayed his disbelief in what he’d just been told. The revelation caused stress to build to the point it bubbled over in the form of a higher pitched whine slowly escaping his form while his fingers flexed.

“Easy there Doctor Don. We don’t want to scare the kid off now that he’s finally started to trust us,” Raphael cautioned with a mild chuckle, recognizing Don’s mental restraint barely keeping him from chasing Leon down. Speaking up only caused Don to redirect his stress at him though.

“Hhhhhhhhh Raph you can not tell me to take it easy after being told the last one of them has a bone sticking out of his leg! if they’re not back in four hours I’m tracking them and getting them myself, and I make no promises on the four hours,” Don rambled, grabbing Raphael’s shoulders and lightly shaking him in distress.

Raphael could only chuckle, reaching up to still Don’s hands and keep him from shaking his brains up too much as Leo and Master Splinter moved closer. “Then I guess you should keep yourself busy getting the supplies you’ll need?” he suggested. Anything to keep his brother occupied and not giving someone a headache.

“...Duh,” Don huffed, giving Rahael an incredulous squint before breaking away to scurry towards the cabinets. The least he could do was make sure they had everything where Leon and he could easily get to it.

“What’s going on?” Leo asked, having heard pieces of the conversation but not actively followed it. He had a relatively clear guess on what the problem was with Don, but he preferred getting clarification before causing issues out of ignorant guesses.

“Remember when your bone was sticking outta your arm?” Raphael asked, raising his own arm and pointing at it.

“...Yeah?” Leo confirmed, reflexively glancing at the scar running down the length of his arm in memory.

“The kid Leo says his brother has the same thing, and went to get him. Obviously that got Don all worked up,” Raphael explained, jerking a thumb at their brother pilling medical supplies on the rolling surgical tray near the table.

Leo’s brows raised in mild surprise before furrowing in concern. He had been quite distracted when his own arm had been broken, for obvious reasons. But he still remembered Don being just as frantic. Paranoid about bone infection, or being able to properly stabilize it without doing further damage, or preventing it from healing properly. Honestly Leo still thought Don had done an amazing job with it, as always, considering he didn’t notice it anymore. And yet the memories just added yet another thing to the list to explain why Leon had been so upset earlier. “..Did he say anything about needing transport?” Leo asked, tone a little more sullen than before. He was starting to regret the way he’d reacted towards Leon’s actions. They were the wrong actions to take, but Leo was starting to find it hard to hold anything against Leon now.

“Nah. I think he can teleport just fine. Like he was doing when he got here,” Raphael admitted with a shrug. “Don gave him four hours, but I bet he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Then let’s make sure we’re ready for them,” Leo directed firmly, moving around Raphael to head towards Don to see if he could help with anything.

Raphael watched Leo go and could only huff in amusement as he folded his arms. “Took him long enough,” he mused, lowering his gaze down to Master Splinter as he stepped next to him.

“Leonardo has always had difficulty thinking clearly when the safety of his family is in question. A trait he has come to manage as he’s gotten older, but also one that I have never faulted him for,” Master Splinter mused with a smile, looking fondly after his boys. Then his gaze shifted, a knowing smile as he looked up to meet Raphael’s eyes. “It would seem this young, other dimension version of my son has the same trait. And you, my son, have gotten much better at recognizing the motivations behind others’ actions.”

Raphael had to snort in mild embarrassment at the compliment, shifting his weight and shrugging his shoulders uncomfortably. “Wasn’t hard. It was written all over his face. Don saw it too,” he brushed off despite forcing down the grin tugging his mouth.

Master Splinter could only chuckle softly, but was unable to add more to the conversation as yet another blue portal swirled into the room in practically the same spot as before. Raphael stepped back to fully face it, and had to chuckle in mild triumph. “See? Just a few minutes.”

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As time crept on at an agonizing pace in the still darkness, April was finding she hated that she’d agreed to wait until noon to look for Leon. It wasn’t only that she was worried about him, but she missed having him there for company in this empty place. Of course having Raph in her lap brought some comfort, for she wasn’t truly alone. But her back was bare other than a light blanket, and she trusted Leon’s medical expertise way more than her own. She wanted her brother’s weight on her back, and his encyclopedia brain ready to address their needs. But she also wanted all four of her brothers there too. Which was the only thing that kept her where she was, staring at the map on her phone as it showed Leon chasing around the city, trying to find their little brothers. Part of April wanted to help look, but she didn’t know how she could. Leon was definitely able to move around way faster than she ever could. And she knew the best help she could give was to stay there and look after Raph. He didn’t handle being alone in a foreign place well at all even when he was healthy. So she had to be there to keep him calm. But his current state wasn’t doing much in the way of keeping her calm.

Thirty minutes after Leon had left Raph had woken up again, asking almost immediately where Leon had gone. Noting how disoriented Raph seemed to be, April had made up the excuse that Leon had gone to the bathroom. Partly because she didn’t want Raph to try and get up, but also because she didn’t want to add any more stress to her biggest little brother even if he behaved and remained laying down. She just knew he would start imagining all the wrong scenarios in his overprotective mind. Probably start talking aloud that everything was fine to reassure himself. Get fidgety, want to check outside, and otherwise just not relax and rest like he needed to. He needed all the rest and care he could get.

When they had settled down in this room Raph had looked relatively okay despite the pain from his broken bones. Just a clenched jaw and furrowed brow behind his bright red mask. But now those rich green cheeks were flushed red, and his forehead was damp from sweat instead of the rain. April knew the signs of fever in all of her brothers, and even without a thermometer she could tell Raph’s temperature was creeping up. Leon had anticipated it, and had already given him a fever reducer that he’d had stolen while gathering supplies. But they weren’t exactly in the best circumstances. The tarp on the floor wasn’t that comfortable. The blankets weren’t that thick. And their sanitized bubble of space wasn’t impenetrable. They needed antibiotics, and a proper bed at the very least. As soon as Raph had shivered once April had wiggled out from under him to crank up their space heater. Then her own blanket was tossed over him before she slipped his bandana off so his face didn’t overheat.

Two hours after Leon had left April couldn’t bring herself to make up another excuse when Raph opened his eyes again amidst her absently rubbing his head. His right eye was always slightly unfocused after the damage it’d sustained from the Krang, but now even his left eye was finding it difficult to register where April was in the dark. Yet despite that it didn’t take much effort at all for him to notice Leon still wasn’t there.

“... Wh’rs Leo now?” Raph asked, slightly mumbled from exhaustion and fever haze. He sounded a little grumpy, but April knew it was just his worry creeping up into his sleepy mumbles.

“...He went to get Donnie and Mikey,” April relented this time, not willing to lie to Raph a third time and shifting her phone so that he could see the screen as well. Leon’s icon had come to a stop with the other two, and April kept telling herself it was because he’d finally located them, and was just taking care of them or something. Checking their physical and mental wellbeing. Catching them up on what had happened. Making sure no one saw them. The usual. His vitals had had a spike in heart rate at one point, but it was calm now. As were Donnie’s and Lil Mikey’s. So they had to be fine. Right?

“...What?” Raph almost wheezed, shifting to sit up and grinding his teeth when even twitching his leg sent stabbing waves of pain up it.

“Easy there, big guy,” April protested, placing a hand gently on Raph’s chest, pressing lightly to direct him to lay back down.

After halting his movements and giving a slight hiss, Raph looked back to April with a slight squint. “Why didn’t he wake Raph? I should be helping him get the others-”

“You know you’re not in any condition to be moving around,” April interrupted quietly, but firmly. “Don’t make me lecture you. We agreed after the Krang that no one would be doing anymore self sacrifice bull crap, remember? That includes forcing yourself to do what you physically or mentally shouldn’t when there isn’t immediate danger.” Her scolding felt shallow, but the conviction was still there under the sleep worn exterior. No more hiding injuries. No more getting seriously hurt to save others. They were to include themselves when it came to protecting who needed it most.

At first Raph wanted to be belligerent towards April. It was his job to look after his brothers. He was the oldest. It had always been that way. Especially if they were in an unfamiliar place like they were now. If he’d heard Leon correctly, they were apparently in an alternate dimension. And while Raph was probably the least scientifically inclined of them, he’d seen enough sci-fi stories to know what that meant. This was probably the most unfamiliar place they could get. He wanted to be there for his brothers. Not only to rescue Donnie and Lil Mikey, but also to be there to support Leon. But hearing April remind him of their agreement deflated his stubbornness almost instantaneously. He knew he could move on his own if he had to. His ninpo apparition would make it easier to not use his leg. But he didn’t need to move right then. As far as they knew, he was the most injured. So it was his job to behave and not worry the others. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also just want to curl up and cry whenever he did move his leg. It was worse than when his shell had been broken.

Seeing Raph almost deflate into obedience, April let out a breath in a tired sigh and returned to rubbing his head. “There you go,” she complimented, grateful for his choice. “He said to wait until noon, and if he wasn’t back here by then to come looking for him,” she added, just so Raph knew they had a plan other than sit and wait endlessly.

She sounded so tired. And that, combined with everything else caused Raph to let out a small whimper as he shifted to wrap his arms around back around April. “...Okay… Raph will wait,” he agreed quietly, silently wondering what he could do for April in turn. He couldn’t imagine she was comfortable waiting in the dark on her own. So this time Raph stubbornly didn’t let himself fall back to sleep, staying curled around April as they gave each other comfort in the dark. It was hard to pass the time in silence, and unfortunately Raph’s brain felt a little more fuzzy than usual. He didn’t think talking about the others would help either, he knew it wouldn’t help him stay calm. So he ended up pulling himself to other, way less important thoughts. “....Do you think they have Jupiter Jim in this dimension?”

April couldn’t help snorting at the seemingly random question. But she found the topic was actually incredibly calming. “If they don’t I’m gonna be extremely disappointed,” shifting her attention to her phone with the thought to search for it on the internet. Seeing the tracking screen again though, she paused before looking back to Raph. “Do you have your phone? I’m not sure how to get back into this screen if I exit,” she admitted with a slight grimace.

“Yeah, I still have it,” Raph nodded, moving his hand from his hug just long enough to get his phone from his shell and pass it to April after unlocking it.

Quietly tapping the franchise name into a search engine, April ended up scoffing. “Whaaat? Nothing came up? Okay this dimension officially sucks now. What about your dad, are there any of his movies?” she huffed, immediately switching to the next curiosity.

Raph had to snort at her choice of search, and furrowed his brow. “... I dunno. We’re kind of an oddity…” he mused. He and his brothers were decidedly created by someone, not just a common species. He wasn’t sure how that would factor into consistencies between dimensions if something like Jupiter Jim wasn’t there.

“Euh, you’re right. Nothing came up for his movies either. Laaaaame,” April groaned, rolling her eyes.

Raph could feel the tension slipping out of her frame as she excitedly began looking up other things that were familiar to them. The Nexus Hotel wasn’t there, but surprisingly there was still a pizza chain called Lou Mike Tony’s Pizzeria. The two ended up excitedly making a note to try and get some once everything calmed down so they could compare. It made the next hour much more bearable, and they ended up slightly startled when a familiar blue portal whisked into view near them, momentarily illuminating the room as Leon slipped through before it closed.

“April!- Raph!” Leon blurted when he saw them, including Raph when he saw his big brother was awake this time and had jerked his head to look at him.

“Leo!- GAhhkk” Raph called, his attempt to sit up and greet his brother interrupted by another fierce pain firing up his leg.

“Woah there. Take it easy,” Leon cautioned, rushing over to crouch next to Raph and offer support. Even in the dark it only took him seconds to notice Raph’s flushed cheeks, and a brief expression of worry flashed over Leon’s features as he reached up a hand to Raph’s forehead. “Sss… okay, bit higher than expected…,” Leon hissed more to himself, eyes flicking down to Donnie’s wrist computer on his own arm and swiping the screen over to the vitals. 38.7 degrees celsius for Raph. Not horrible, but not good either. Leon knew they wouldn’t be able to avoid a fever, but he’d been hoping he’d have more time than this. At least he had a good place to take Raph and April too now though.

“Did you find Donnie and Mikey?!” April rushed while Leon checked the wrist screen, wedging next to Raph’s side to act as a prop to hold him if needed and handing his phone back to him. She could see Leon checking all of their vitals, so she knew she didn’t have to tell him about changes in Raph’s condition.

“Yeah!” Leon chirped, a bright smile returning to his features as he looked up to them. “They’re okay- Well, they’re a little banged up, but they’re already taken care of and sleeping. These really great guys from this dimension that are probably pretty much us already found them and took care of them,” he rambled, unable to sit still in his eagerness to get back. “They’re also gonna let me borrow their hella cool infirmary to fix up Raph! April you should see it! It’s like a whole hospital crammed into one room! They even have an MRI machine! At least I think that’s what it was….”

April listened to Leon in mild disbelief, what she was hearing conflicting with what she and Raph had thought more than half an hour ago. “Hold up-,” she paused, raising her hand, palm open. “They have the best ninja turtles ever in this dimension too, but no Lou Jitsu?”

“They don’t have Lou Jitsu here?” Leon repeated, looking borderline offended. “Wow, that sucks. Though I guess it makes sense. Their dad is kinda…. Weird. So quiet and…regal? I dunno. I feel like he’s one of those old dudes that just sits and drinks tea all day,” he mused, scrunching his nose slightly. He didn’t think he’d like not being able to roughhouse with and tease his dad. But that was a topic for later, and he pushed it aside in his mind as he addressed Raph again, leaving April to try and configure an image in her mind of this other version of their dad.

“We’re going to have to move you again Raph. Think you can handle it? I’ll try to make the distance as short as possible,” Leon informed apologetically, shifting around to crouch and wiggle underneath Raph’s arm on the opposite side of April.

“Are we going where Dee and Mikey are?” Raph asked, unable to resist giving Leon a little squeeze hug once he was squished under his arm.

“Yup! They’ll be in the same room. But we’re going to fix your leg before letting you join them, okay?” Leon confirmed after giving a small wheeze squeak and laugh at being squished.

Seeing Leon in such a good mood compared to the last time he saw him, Raph realized wherever they were going it was apparently safe enough for Leon to want to be there. And that was enough to reassure Raph that all of them would probably be alright. “Okay, let’s get going then,” Raph nodded, realizing they needed to get moving before the relief Leon brought washed away all resistance he had to the desire to lay back down. Shifting to help Leon and April lift him to his feet, Raph bit back almost all of his whimpers as the trio heaved the group up as carefully as they could. “Easy. Gently. Sorry,” Leon chattered uneasily, pushing back the heartache bubbling up in his chest. “Don’t put any weight on your leg at all okay?” Leon ordered just in case Raph forgot or wasn’t thinking about it, and adjusted his own position to try and take all of Raph’s weight off his broken leg. He wished he had a better way to move them, but portal dropping him onto the surgery table was risky as well as too jarring. So he just had to keep his heart in his chest, forcing himself to be steady as every noise from Raph made him want to stop moving completely, and gradually help them make their way through the new portal he opened.

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Iiiiii struggled so freaking hard with this one ;v; Not only because I just couldn't get words to work to give this part the attention I wanted (it's barely acceptable now), but I've been working on a massive collab image, and then also got super distracted by a game's story |DDD oops.

you for your patience <3 Hope you enjoy the Raph snuggles =7=

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #cross dimension kidnapping #Raph #April #rise + 2003 crossover #writing #long post

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munson-mayhem · 1 year

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So I’ve never written before but I noticed there’s not a lot of Aonung so as thanos says “fine I’ll do it myself” this is just a lil bit kinda like an into into what I hope might become a small series but let me know what y’all think is anyone interested in more idk.

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“Neteyam ….” I sobbed tears streaming down my face burning the scratches on my cheeks from the fight ”I see you” I utter heartbroken as I caress his face

“I want to go home” the last thing I’ll ever hear Neteyam say everything is a haze like I’m not in my own body. I hear people crying I know I’m one of them I know his family …our family is surrounding us I can hear people screaming I think one of them is neytiri I might be one of them I’m not sure anymore, I’m not sure of anything but the fact that Neteyam is dead. Killed by the sky people while protecting his siblings while protecting me too, there was nothing we could do. The bullet ripped through his skin leaving blood so much blood that now coats lo’aks hands, he’s the first to notice to see even what I can’t. It looks like he’s shouting at me but I can’t hear him he starts to reach for me I can see him but I can’t focus on anything just that my best friend is dead the person I cared for most in this world, the person whose been by my side since we were both baby’s, my mate had we been given the chance and time, my Neteyam gone that’s my last though as everything goes numb.

The next few hours are a blur we fought we survived all of us together beaten bruised no time to mourn Neteyam until now, now that the battle is over.

Today we bury our dead we lay Neteyam to rest with the ancestors of the Metkayina forever joining our two clans. The sully’s invite me to join the burial right as family they know Neteyam and I were close anyone could see, but even beyond that they practically raised me alongside their kids. My father Tsu’tey died in battle fighting for the freedom of the Na’vi for the freedom of Pandora, my Mother part of the Avatar program one who was chosen to stay and be reborn into their avatar body like Jake, died giving birth to me. With both my parents dead Jake and Neytiri took me in just like they later did with Kiri. Neteyam and I were only a few months apart him being slightly older a fact he’d never let me forget we were inseparable but we were never raised as siblings unlike his little sister kiri. All the sully kids and I were quite close, but even from a young age there was an undeniable love between Neteyam and I that everyone could see. Everyone knew one day we’d choose each other as mates even us. As Jake and Neytiri take Neteyam’s body to the ocean floor the sully kids and I tread water watching as we cry our tears mixing with the ocean. As the ocean floor returns his body and energy to Eywa I say my final goodbye in my head only for us Neteyam I see you …. I love you.

It’s been months now since we lost Neteyam the battles between the Na’vi and Sky people rage on us protecting the land, our homes, eachother. The entire Metkayina village treats me like a shell like I might be so easily broken by any little thing. Even my old clan the Omatikaya treat me like this. The only people that do not are Lo’ak and that Skxwang Aonung.

#avatar #avatar: way of the water #pandora #lo’ak #sully family #neteyam x reader #aonung #aonung x reader #tuktirey #kiri #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar movie

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hyperfixatingdumdum · 3 months

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This might sound very silly haha, but I just want to say, that while I do consider myself a mix of both crowley and aziraphale, personality wise, I would say that in many ways I relate more to aziraphale. I unfortunately relate to his unending need to hide his emotions, how he truly believes he cant, or atleast shouldnt carve out happiness for himself, and to think about the greater good. I also find myself relating to him because he believes that the people that have hurt him before, can truly heal and be forgiven. So really, to have a character truly be a representation of how I think and view the world (mostly), seemed like a pleasant surprise at the time

But seeing people now be so cruel to him, especially after season 2, to wish him harm, to want to see him "grovel and cry" for the things that he did (which were only done with good intentions), for people to hate him so aggressively for the silly little parts about him (like him playing damsel in distress, or him doing his magic), for people to not even TRY to understand him, not affording him the same empathy they same to have plenty for crowley, to just be.. plain mean, broke my heart. It made me think "wow. I agreed with everything that lil principality did, I feel the same way as him, I would probably do what he did, and ppl hate him. Oh, ok." I felt so awful reading all those horrible "meta's" about him, because I internalized all those things that they said and believed that I too needed to "grovel for forgiveness" from the people I loved, that my anxieties were also "baseless", and I suppose I started extending less and less empathy to myself, and I was so unhappy.

Ever since discovering @badaziraphaletakes however, and seeing not only them,but other people as well, just break down every horrible take they come across, to see them give incredible, well thought-out analysis on BOTH these characters, to finally see someone that actually wanted for aziraphale to be happy, and to understand him for what he his, and point out to anyone that believes otherwise, that he is also a victim of abuse, was very therapeutic. Finally there are some people who understand him!(and in a diluted sense, me), it truly does make my day when they post.

Thank you to @badaziraphaletakes and everyone else that I have seen on their blog, it truly is so gratifying to see people love him and care for him, and want the best for him, it truly feels like a warm hug when people say they love him for his silly lil interests(as he and I share some), and it just feels good to read such nuanced takes about him🥰

I honestly didnt expect this to be so long but haha what can one do, the rambling persists. I would once again like to thank you guys, your posts mean so much to an "aziraphale coded" person like me🥰❤️ have a great day!

#goodomens #aziraphale defense squad

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ind1c0lite · 1 year

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FINALLY yall get to see this lmao, basically Ive had an au (??) rattling around in my head where Apollo decides to hire Kay, a private investigator, to help him find and track down his birth mother, shenanigans ensue, some more things abt it under the cut (feel free to ask anything abt it it lives rent free in my head JHKLJ)

-Most likely takes place a year after SOJ- Though I havent actually watched it for myself yet so Im just going off of info from the wiki HGJKHL

-Kay is 26! shes been a PI for about 3 years now and has gained a rep for being VERY good at her job

-Apollo approaches her with basically nO info or leads and while its gonna Make their job MUCH harder, Kay decides to take it on anyways on the condition that Apollo acts as her assistant during this case

-Basically this is just Apollos lil secret mission for himself, he doesnt tell anyone else abt it since its so emotionally heavy for him

-Im not sure exactly /how/ theyd do it, but I do know that Apollos bracelet would be the best bet after looking through way too much paperwork, probably via finding out what its made out of it since its a special kind of metal

- Basically it'd go like: Find out who commissioned said bracelet > turns out it was Magnifi Gramarye > Uh Oh.PNG > Theres only one woman who was in Troupe Gramarye > Apollo crisis whenever he sees Trucy now > He needs more proof though beside that > Kay finds an older recording of Troupe Gramarye, Thalassa is seen out of costume, wearing both bracelets > Well it cant be just coincidence now > He Is Now a lil Magician man > Now they have to find Thalassa > Turns out shes dead > find out that she didnt ACTUALLY die, Magnifi faked her death> not sure how they would get from here to finding out Thalassa is Lamiroir > Also find out that Phoenix has knwon this entire time and didnt tell either trucy or Apollo > mixed emotions over aLL of it but GOD Apollo is just happy to know his mother is still alive

-I like to think that Trucy joins Apollo and kay at some point in their investigation since shes directly involved at that point

-Maybe a small side plot where Apollo hasnt told Kay about the perceive thing and so he knows shes lying about /something/ unrelated to their case (the whole being the yatagarasu deal)

-overall I think Kay and Apollo would be good friends they could ABSOLUTELY match each others energy and it'd be a good time, they're trans girl trans guy solidarity

-It /c o u l d/ be like an Investigations like plot wheres theres different cases that all tie into the greater mystery OR finding his mom is the focus of it Im not totally sure yet hjgkhlj

#ace attorney #apollo justice #kay faraday #indys art #Ive been calling this 'Sirens echo au' in my head cause I think im funny HJGKHLJK #I REALLY wanted to use my older kay design and idea SOMEWHERE and the seCOND I thought of this I was so excited hgkjhlj #listen apollo deserves at least one parental figure whos alive alright #if capcom wont resolve this plot line i WILL goddamnit

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strangerthingsn · 6 months

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Snake

summary: your new boyfriend met your parents and came to yours for the first time, he found out you had a baby cornsnake now he won’t leave it alone..

a/n: I have a cornsnake myself (the snake on the first and last photo is mine:)) and Eddie seems like anyone who would love one because it’s “metal”

no warnings just a sweet lil story :)

When you guys are hanging out at yours: “Eddie Im serious leave that poor thing alone” You’re making your homework but Eddie keeps taking your petsnake out of his terrarium. When he first saw the terrarium standing he had mixed feelings. But when you showed him the tiny baby cornsnake instead of a huge python he already loved it.

“not she wants me to pick her up”

“Its not a cat” You try to continue working with your home work.

“but she likes me” your stubborn boyfriend sits on your bed, leaned against the pillow while your lil snake is in his hands.

“If you get her too much out of the terrarium she will have it cold, there is not for nothing a heat lamp in there”

“but i have warms hands”

“that’s a lie. You always ask me if you can put your hands in my shirt.” You turn around to look at him.

“please just for 10 minutes, then I will put her back and will leave her alone” he gives you those puppy eyes. You wanna say no but those eyes make it impossible.

“fine..” you sigh and gets up from your chair and lay down on the bed next to him. He smiles and wraps his arm around you.

“do you think your parents will notice if i smoke a joint in hire?” He chuckles.

“You want the snake high?” You joke.

“no ofcourse not, I mean when I put her back in her terrarium” he let the snake go over his chest.

“Well I don’t think they will..”

Eddie with his brilliant plan:

You’re walking through the hallway of Hawkins high with your boyfriend.

“So tonight is hellfire right?” He starts.

“Mhm?”

“so I was maybe thinking of, Mavis, your snake, can I barrow her for a champagne for tonight?” He asks wrapping his arm around you.

“Are you serious? I mean.. with so maybe people around that lil thing, besides he is not just gonna sit still on your board.”

“pleaseee, I can make some holes on my lunch box with a hot water bag in it so he won’t be cold and you can play with us so you can watch him”

“fine.. you’re crazy you know that” you giggle.

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Its 9pm and after Eddie got everything ready for dnd he drove to your house to pick you up but mostly Mavis.

“hello hello” you open the door and give your boyfriend a pec.

“hey baby” he picks you up and gives kisses all over your face.

“are you ready for tonight?” He sets you down carefully.

“i am but i don’t think Mavis is” you laugh a little.

“Lets get her” He smiles.

“mhm” you walk inside and walk upstairs. Eddie walks behind you and squeezes your ass.

“oww” you slap his hands away with a chuckle.

“How sorry I am” he laughs. When you walk into the room you sit on your bed and Eddie kneels down by the terrarium setting the chest he’s holding down. It was in the theme of dnd because Eddie always needs to have everything perfect for his champagne.

“is it soft inside?” You wonder.

“mhm and on the bottom there is a hot water bag, it has also holes to breath ofcourse” He is looking in the fake plants for Mavis.

“you made it yourself?”

“I bought the chest but I did the inside and painting myself” he finally find the baby snake. “Gotcha” he smiles while picking her up and putting her in the chest.

“Well Lets go then” you smile.

Eddie telling Wayne about the snake:

“Y/N has a snake did I tell you already?” Eddie starts while he’s having dinner with his uncle.

“no?”

“well, it’s a baby cornsnake.. this tiny” he shows with his hands a length. “And it’s adorable, cornsnake a have no teeth just kind of… hairs or something” Eddie looks at his uncle with a smile. “And last week I brought him to my dnd champagne.

“poor snake” Wayne mumbles.

“no he loves dnd he’s gonna join next week too”

“sure he likes it” Wayne eats again.

“can I have one too?” Eddie asks playing with his food.

“absolutely not son. Don’t want snakes or whatever I’m this trailer.”

“but-“

“no you heard me, you can play with your girl her snake. I think she doesn’t mind to share it”

“fine.”

“now eat your dinner before it gets cold”

The snake ring:

“I got a present for you babe” you give him a tiny black bag with some kind of jewelry logo on it.

“how sweet” he kisses your nose and opens it. It was a snake ring, actually a joke beche can’t have a real one.

“o my god.” He puts it on, it fits perfectly. “ I love this!”

“you love it?” You laugh a little.

“Yes I will definitely be wearing this forever, so I think think of you and Mavis” he hugs you.

“well.. it was actually meant as a lil joke…” you chuckle while hugging him back.

“why?” He looks confused and pulls away to look at you.

“because you can’t have a real one” you were still giggling.

“I don’t care you know I love rings, plus we kinda share Mavis.. right?”

“Sure if you want to” you shake your head with a grin.

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I hope you liked this lil fic :p

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader

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