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luveline · 1 month

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i would absolutely love a Hotch and stripper reader, him taking care of her after some kind of incident at her club or something? maybe a bit of angry hotch at the beginning, some angst? 💗💗💗

Your throat burns by the time his car pulls up.

You take the butt of the cigarette from between your lips and ash it next to the first. Your hand is sore between the index finger and thumb from a bad stretch, aching as you press into your pocket for your stolen box of Marlboro golds. You’ll apologise for taking them some other time.

You press the third between your lips and flick the lighter. You’re not good at lighting them, worse at the first inhale, your throat an agony that rivals the sting of your battered cheek.

Shoes on the sidewalk, a scratch of loose gravel. Your eyes well with another line of tears that you work hard to hold in, taking another quick, cruel drag. They don’t make cigarettes long enough, in your opinion. They don’t last.

He stops in front of you. Quiet, Agent Hotchner looks down at you where you’re sitting on the low wall, expression as steely as ever. You meet his eyes, worried your wobbly lip is giving you away, not sure calling him was the right thing to do after all.

When he raises his hand to the cigarette you let him take it. His fingers wrap carefully around the butt of it, the side of his thumb brushing your lips.

He flicks it to the ground and steps on it flat.

You don’t say hello. It’s obvious you’ll cry, he can tell too, and he doesn’t make you. You wince as he raises his hand again, your eyes squinting closed, but he isn’t going to hurt you. His palm is warm where it cups your cheek, turning your face to the light emanating off of the club neons.

“Do you know his name?” he asks.

“No.”

He raises your chin higher still. His frown turns to a glare, the brunt of which is directed elsewhere but intimidating all the same. His touching is gentle at least.

“What happened?”

“I told him no.”

His jaw ticks. “Can I take you home?”

You sniffle, turning your face out of his hand and down to your lap. He’s kissed you, he’s done more than that, but he knows you’d felt like you had no choice and so he’s giving it to you now. It’s exactly why you’d called him. It’s the man he is, and he should never have ended up looking after you.

“Sorry I called you,” you say, hiding your face in one hand. Pain flickers behind your eyes as tears mount for the tenth time tonight.

Hotch gives a sigh, sitting on the wall beside you. He wraps his arm behind your back and with a familiarity you need desperately. You press yourself into his side, sew your arm hesitantly over his stomach, the starch of a pressed shirt crisp on your clammy skin.

“It’s cold out here,” he murmurs, bringing both hands to your arm, one to hold you tight, the other to rub your cool skin.

“I think I want to quit.”

He nods into the side of your head. “I think you should,” he says, “if that’s what you want… honey, you can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t think I can. I’m trapped and it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.” He encourages your head under his, your face to his neck. When he talks, it’s a quiet, lulling promise. “You’re not trapped. I’ll do anything you need me to do. If you want an apartment, I’ll get it for you. If you want to shut this place down, I will. The last thing either of us want is for you to work here when you don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to say work here like I’m not a glorified prostitute,” you say hotly, anger turned in rather than out.

“You don’t really think that.”

Being a sex worker is complicated. You don’t know how you feel about it, and you can’t ever understand why Hotch would bother with you. You’d worried at first that your vulnerability is what attracted him, like a kid with a broken bird, but he’s proved a hundred times that your job is pretty much separate from why he likes you. He thinks you're pretty. He loves your voice. You make each other laugh, and somehow inexplicably he’s the first person you call when things go wrong.

“Quit your job,” he says. “Even if it’s just to dance somewhere else.”

“You can say strip.”

He nods. “You shouldn’t have to worry whether your ‘no’ will be met with a backhand. You know that breaks my heart?”

You blink and pull away from him. He isn’t unemotional, but it’s a surprise nonetheless to hear him talk like this. “Aaron–”

“Please,” he says. “I shouldn’t ask you to. But there are better places for you. You deserve more.”

If it were anyone else you might get defensive. Only people who do your job could understand why you do it, it’s a hundred different things to you, but you do deserve more. You’re sick of leery men, sick of wolf whistles and bad tips and other people's hands. Hotch has never asked you to stop, but now he is, it’s to keep you safe.

You can’t begrudge him.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“No.” He rubs your arm. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. And I’ll make it right.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’ll make it right,” he promises. “No matter what. No one gets to hurt you.”

You could quit. You want to. Even if it’s just for a couple of weeks, just so you don’t have to pretend you know what you’re doing. You’ll think about it in the morning. “Could I stay with you for a bit?” you whisper. “Just tonight. Please.”

Hotch taps your back for you to stand. He stands with you, brushing down your coat, his eyes impassive where they look over your face, your purpling bruise.

“You can wait in the car,” he says quietly. “I’m going to ask a few questions inside before we leave.”

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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Ex!Bucky fluff

I’m about to break hearts rn but I’ll mend it with a mini life saver. I promise. I was in a silly goofy mood for angst but I can't just leave the ending like that.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regulate his breathing while practicing the grounding methods you had taught him, your soft voice guiding him through his panic attack.

"Tell me what you see around you"

"I-I see the curtains, the coffee table, the bookshelf- uh- the couch" You nodded, encouraging him to continue while his glassy eyes flicked around the living room. He looked at all the things you had hand picked for the space when you moved in together; the empty box he used as a shelter finally became a home after he met you.

"How about something you can smell"

"I-I can smell the laundry detergent on the blanket" It was Bucky's favorite scent because it smelled like lavender and lavender smelled like home. Home was you.

"What else my love" You cooed, "What can you touch"

"The pillow- it feels soft" Bucky's fingers dug into the sofa as he stayed frozen in place but he knew how soft the couch cushions were. After all you had picked them because you were obsessed with how plush they were.

"What is something that's real"

“You’re here with me”

"Oh, Jamie"

"You're always here" Bucky's voice cracked with emotion, the tears he had been holding in falling down his cheeks and staining his Henley.

You smiled sadly, shaking your head.

"I'm not, baby" Your voice was a gentle whisper, wishing you could reach out to cup his scruffy cheek, wiping the steady stream of tears that continued to pour down his face "But I wish I was"

Now I had planned on stopping here, insinuating reader had died. however if you don't stand for that, you may continue to read below.

Bucky couldn't take it.

6 months.

6 months he'd gone without you, hoping one day it would get easier but the day never came. He hoped the guilt of breaking your heart would balance with the fact that you'd be safer without him but not having you by his side was worse than any kind of torture he'd endured. He didn't think he was worthy of your love but now here he was, craving it more than ever.

He thought his love for you would make him selfless enough to carry on alone just to keep you out of harms way but his walls were crumbling further each day.

He needed you so bad.

He wanted to be selfish.

For his luck, you hadn't gone far. He'd made sure to keep tabs on you long after you left, anxiety eating him alive on days where you did something differently from your routine. Even if you were not together, he'd make sure you were protected.

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You put away your groceries for the week, shuffling around the tiny apartment you'd moved back into 6 months ago, going through the motions as if your heart hadn't been split into two. No amount of convincing allowed him to believe he deserved you. You shook away that train of thought, a gentle knock at the door breaking you away from the small kitchenette.

You hesitated, debating on reaching for the knife you had hidden under the cupboard, something Bucky had taught you when he insisted on also teaching you self defense. The gentle knocking continued as you unlocked the handle without undoing the chain, gasping when you opened the door.

There he was.

The man you still cried over each night.

The man who still owned your entire heart.

The man who you adored with your entire being to the end of the earth and back. You shakily undid the chain, letting him inside, still too shocked to say anything.

"M'sorry" His voice came out a broken whisper, bottom lip already trembling seeing you wrapped up in a hoodie he thought had lost. "I'm sorry darling"

You didn't realize you'd broken down into tears until you felt him wrap you up, hugging you tightly to his chest, his own emotions overwhelming him.

"Please don't cry" Bucky wept into your hair as he clung onto you, rocking you in his strong arms, "Please baby, not over me, don't cry angel"

"I-I-al-already-c-cried-so-much" You choked and hiccupped between sobs, clinging onto Bucky harder as if he'd disappear into thin air the same way he did each night when you woke up from your dreams. The bed would feel cold and empty, the room too quiet and your heart all alone. "I'll-cr-y-if-I-w-want-t-to"

You let out a shaky huff, your brows knitted together into a pouty frown, trying hard to be angry with him, angry at the fact that he didn't allow you to love him the way he deserved, angry that he pushed you away instead of trying to workout a different solution. Bucky couldn't help but let out a wet chuckle between sniffles, giving you a soft squeeze and tilting your face up to peck your bottom lip which had been jutting out.

"I never want you to cry again love, I'll never make that mistake again" He swore, looking deeply into your eyes, cradling your head against where his heart was hammering against his chest. "Never again sweetheart, I'm so sorry I pushed you away baby, I can't do this without you, I love you so much"

You whimpered at his words, allowing him to lift you up, your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Bucky carried you all the way back and straight to the bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to hold and cuddle you, craving more with each passing minute until he was as close as he could possibly be. He stayed inside you, smiling against your sweat slicked skin, not bothering to pull out once the entire night.

"I'm finally home" He whispered against your skin, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks while you looked at him quizzically, giggling at his lips continues to dance across your lips, "It's not home without you"

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 days

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CONGRATS ON 3000!!! ❤️ That’s so exciting!

For the ask game, I’d love to see your take on the song Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy! (I vibe with “Scar-crossed lovers forever” as a Steddie-coded lyric but honestly whatever comes to mind for you when you hear the song is great!)

Congrats again!! 💕🎉

Thank you! I got a few different steddie-coded lyrics from this song, but the one you provided is good for something short, so I’m sticking with that! ♥️

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He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wayne specifically asked him to stop coming to the Harrington parties, didn’t want him to risk being caught when they inevitably got shut down.

He knows he’d be in deep shit if a cop managed to catch him and see what he had in his lunchbox.

But one of his best customers insisted he stop by, promising he knew enough people would buy his entire inventory. He wouldn’t have to stay long.

“That’ll be $30 for the bag, or $10 if you just want a joint,” Eddie told one of the girls who always gave him dirty looks in the hall to cover up the hungry look she gave him at parties.

“What about the harder stuff?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t have any on me,” he rolled his eyes. They should know by now he only handles those items when requested.

“Fine. Just a joint then.”

He exchanges his product for her money, another addition to his savings that seemed to constantly dwindle on useless. He never stopped trying though.

She was his last customer in the line that had built up in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way to the backyard to finish up. Not many people usually hung out there when it was this chilly outside, but he had to give it a shot.

The patio surrounding the pool was absent of people, but he decided to take that as a sign that he needed a minute alone.

He heard a sniffle and his head shot over to the table in the corner of the covered area.

“Harrington?”

What the hell was he even doing out here? Was he crying?

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jesus. He sounded like someone had tried to strangle him. Was he sick?

“Dude, you okay?” Eddie steps closer, hopes he doesn’t end up regretting choosing kindness. “It’s kinda cold out here.”

Steve was sitting in a chair, knees up to his chest, arms around his legs. His face was half-buried in his knees, but Eddie could still make out the shivering.

“Yeah. Just needed some air.”

“You shouldn’t stay out here long without a jacket, man.”

Steve didn’t respond.

Eddie was actually growing more concerned for him, like maybe he’d been drugged with something and couldn’t move.

“Hey, look at me,” Eddie snaps his fingers in Steve’s face, relaxing slightly when he glares up at him with surprisingly clear, but watery eyes. “You need a jacket.”

“I’m fine. Go back inside.”

“You won’t be if you sit out here much longer. You’ll freeze to death. And then I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I could have stopped it by making you go inside and I’ll die feeling guilty.”

Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it make Steve give the tiniest smile and lift his head to look at him completely? Also yes.

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

There was a cut under Steve’s left eye, and as his eyes adjust to the light coming from the windows, he sees a purple bruise surrounding most of the left side of his face.

“What happened?”

“The crown was pretty heavy when it fell,” Steve laughs without humor.

Eddie feels his stomach sink further.

“Who did this?”

It’s not like Eddie could do much, but maybe he could at least make sure he didn’t sell to the guy.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve placed his legs down, careful, like he was trying not to hurt himself more. “You got anything left?”

Eddie should say no. He should leave now, head to the comfort and warmth of the trailer, forget about this interaction entirely. Maybe give one awkward head nod to Steve at school on Monday as an acknowledgment he didn’t forget, but won’t say anything to anyone.

“Just the one joint. You want it?” Eddie set his lunchbox on the table across from Steve and sat down.

“How much?” Steve turned to face him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Free for the host.”

That’s not something Eddie ever did, but if anyone needed it, it was Steve.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I am. You got a lighter on you?”

Steve shook his head.

“Then I light it and get the first drag. Deal?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie is gonna regret this entire interaction, but of all his regrets, it’s probably pretty low on the list, so he pulls his lighter out and does exactly what he said he would.

Steve is watching him so intensely, it’s almost enough to make him blush. He won’t, he hopes, but it’s a hell of an effort.

“This why you’re sitting out here instead of enjoying your party?” Eddie asked as he hands over the joint.

“Part of it,” Steve takes a long drag. “Just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?”

“All of it.”

An alarm starts going off in Eddie’s head, a reminder that Steve may seem like he’s got the entire world, but those who hold the world tend to lose their grip.

“All of it meaning…”

“All of this. The parties, the people who only like me because I have money and throw parties, the popularity contest I didn’t even ask to participate in, the fucking concussions and nightmares. I’m just-“ Steve takes another drag. “I’m just tired. You should go back inside.”

Eddie watches him lean back in his chair, his shirt riding up and exposing just enough of his stomach to see a scar. The moonlight reflects off the lighter line of skin.

“Nah. Kinda like it out here. It’s quiet. Company ain’t bad either.”

Steve looks back at him with a frown. “Don’t have to pretend to like me, dude. Everyone else already does that enough.”

“Who said I like you? I’m tolerating you.” Eddie smirks, waits for Steve to recognize he’s joking. When Steve relaxes, he nods towards the scar on Steve’s stomach. “Appendix?”

“What?” Steve glances down. “Oh. Yeah. When I was 12.”

“I was 14 when I got mine out,” Eddie lifts his layers to show off his matching scar. “My Uncle Wayne thought I was dying. He didn’t even know what an appendix was, let alone that it can cause all this trouble.”

“Yeah. My parents weren’t home when mine ruptured so I had to call the neighbors.”

Eddie frowns down at the table. “They leave you alone a lot? Even then?”

“Yeah. Not a big deal. I made it through okay.”

Okay isn’t the word Eddie would describe, but Eddie didn’t wanna argue.

“You eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream after?” Eddie’s smile grew when Steve nodded. “I convinced Wayne it was the only thing I could eat for nearly a week after.”

Steve laughed, Eddie smiles.

“You got a nice laugh, Harrington.”

He watches as Steve gets red in the face, a beautiful blush covering his cheeks and spreading down his neck.

“Not sure the last time I really laughed,” Steve admitted.

“Shame.”

Eddie stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, and walked around to stand in front of Steve. Steve looked up at him with glassy eyes, the high already sinking in.

“Want me to clear everyone out?” Eddie shouldn’t offer that, or anything. But Steve looks so lost, so tired.

“Nah. It’s nice just not being alone, even if it’s people I don’t like.”

“That’s fucked, man.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugged. “Thanks for the weed.”

“Anytime.”

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it’s the one drag of the joint he’d taken, maybe it’s the cold air, or maybe it’s just that annoying crush he’s had on Steve Harrington for years.

He reaches out, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, and holds him for just a moment.

Neither of them say anything when Steve leans into it.

They don’t say anything when Eddie pulls away with a sad smile.

They won’t talk about it again at school.

But when Steve saves Eddie from the Upside Down a full year later, when he’s sitting at his bedside cupping Eddie’s cheek in his hand, they both seem to remember at the same time.

“We’ve got two matching scars now, Harrington.”

“Don’t think the appendix has anything on demobat scars, Munson.”

“What happened to calling me honey? I liked that.”

“What happened to sweetheart?”

Eddie let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be trouble, sweetheart.”

“But I’m gonna be your trouble, honey.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #follower celebration #asks #pre steddie #getting together #cw: recreational drug use

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pinejayy · 10 months

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╰┈➤ Brat Tamer || Demon Slayer

including: kokushibo, muzan, and hentengu clones

summary: reader is being a brat and they need to be taught a lesson, and how would they get punished.

warnings: some nsfw (for muzan) spanking from kokushibo and the clones being meanies :((

Kokushibo || Will spank you

At the moment you were naked laying on your stomach on Kokushibo’s lap, and he raised his hand and slapped your roughly on your ass making you whine out softly. “Oh crying already you Brat? Well you have five more to go.” He said harshly. You whimper and tears started to steam down your face as he was spanking your bare bottom, you decided to be a brat today and he wasn’t in the mood for it. As he was giving you your last strikes he looked at your butt, it was red and bruised up and he smirked at the slight. And with one more hit he raised his hand high and slapped your cheek roughly making you cry out. As you cried softly, he roughly grabbed your hair forcing you to look at him. “This is only a warning, next time you decide to be a brat you’ll have a rougher punishment.”

Muzan || Will overstimulate you

The Demon King did not care about your whines, he wasn’t going to stop pounding into you. “Shut up..You want to act like a brat then I’ll treat you like one.” He hissed softly, against your ear, making you cry out, your legs shake as you couldn’t take it anymore, tears started to stream down your face. Muzan moaned against your ear as he kept thrusting inside of you, he had no intention of stopping, and especially with you cry like this made it more fun. As you cry he smirked, letting out a sigh he pulled out making you whimper. As you shake he looked at you. “Hm I think you learned your lesson, make sure it never happens again. Got it.” He said, making you nod. He smiled at you and with that he got up and began to clean himself.

Sekido || Will choke you

As you were against the wall gasping for air, you thought it would have been funny to be a brat towards Sekido but he was in a even worse mood than usual that he pinned you against the wall, choking you. He didn’t apply too much pressure but just enough to teach you a lesson. “You little brat..You’re lucky that I don’t kill you this very moment.” He growled, tighten his grip around your neck even more making you claw at his hands, this made him chuckle. “Look at you, how pathetic..” He growled, and he sighed letting you go. Making you fall to the ground and cough up like crazy. He just looked down at you. “Don’t ever test me Darling, next time I won’t be so gentle.”

Karaku || Will bite you

As he had you pinned against the wall, you tried to push him away but it was no use with his strength. Crying softly, as he had his fangs deep into your neck he moaned at the taste of your blood. “Mm I didn’t know a brat like you would taste this good.” He would say against your skin, closing your eyes as tears stream down your face. Blood dripping down from the corner of his lips. He pulled his teeth out and watched the blood pour out, he smirked out and licked the blood. “Shh don’t cry, you’re lucky I’m just doing this...if not” He laughed loudly “You would have become my next meal, now be a doll and stay still as I enjoy myself.”

Aizetsu || Will guilt trip you

Tears were streaming down your face as you watched your boyfriend get on his knees crying on your feet. “Please tell me Y/N what did I do? What did I do to deserve this attitude of yours?” He whimpered out, as he looked up at you. Tears pouring out from his blue eyes. “Wasn’t I good enough for you! I treated you with so much kindness..” He cried out. “I’m sorry Aizetsu...Please I’m so sorry. I promise not to treat you like that ever again.” You cried out, getting on your knees and you wrap your arms around him and cry hard. Making him wipe his tears and quickly return the hug, and as you hugged him he couldn’t help but smirk “Good..” He whispers and kisses your forehead.

Urogi || Will use his talons on you

As the Demon had you pinned against the floor, he began digging his claws on your hips making you cry out in pain which made him laugh out loud. “Oh! Can’t handle your punishment, then why behave like a brat?” He giggled out, and began digging his claws into your skin even more. Blood was pouring out, and his mouth started to water, quickly pulling his claws out of you and raising his hand to his lips licking off the blood. “Hm why don’t I let you off with a warning if you let me lick off the blood from your hips.” Making you nod your head, and with a quick motion he was already licking off the blood, as you hiss in pain he just moaned at the taste of your blood.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #reader insert #kokushibo #Muzan #muzan kibutsuji #hantengu clones #hantengu #sekido #karaku #Urogi #aizetsu

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yuan4i · 9 months

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05. salty lips

"lynetteee! scara and i brought some microwave popcorn for the movie!" you said, handing her the box of orville redenbacher microwave popcorn. thanks; my brother’s currently out with his friends, so there won’t be any disturbances." she said, taking the box and gesturing for you and scaramouche to sit on the couch. "what movie should we start with?" "spirited away!! it’s scara’s favorite!" you beamed. "we watched it several times still; we always end up crying haha-" before you could finish, your boyfriend interrupted you by shoving popcorn in your mouth. "just… shut up and watch the movie, he said, looking away, flustered.

[11:30 "it’s almost night. leave before it gets dark."] "ngh, haku’s so hot." "yn, i’m literally right here."

[49:24 "but it’s strange. i remembered yours… go ahead, eat, you must be hungry."] "THE WAY THAT HAKU SPOKE TO CHIRIO AAAH!! i want a man like that, you gushed. "i talk to you that way…" your boyfriend pouted. every time you two watch this movie, you always fan about haku. "not gonna lie, scara, you kind of do sound like haku." lynette said. "omg yeah!! he totally does!"

[1:22:04 haku! stop, go away! scrat scrat! haku! it’s you, right?"] "uwahhh chihiro’s so cute... her running to haku makes my heart melt." you sighed. "yeah, HAKU and CHIHIRO are basically canon. they like EACH OTHER." scaramouche reminded you. "sheesh, you didn’t need to break my heart like that…" "wait, i thought haku and chihiro were siblings…" "WAIT THEY ARE?? LYNETTE EXPLAIN?"

[1:58:38 "can we meet again?" "i’m sure." "promise?" "promise."] "this part always gets me…" you started tearing up. "haku promised her…" your boyfriend started to get emotional too. "i’ll get the tissues…"

after you and scaramouche finished crying, you three made a new batch of popcorn. "howl’s moving castel next? i think you two will feel better by the end of it…" lynette suggested picking up the remote. truthfully, neither you nor scaramouche have watched howl’s moving castle yet. you two were planning on watching it last week, but you two got busy, and then when you both were free, an argument between you two struck. "yeah, let’s watch it." your boyfriend agreed.

[7:02 "that’s my girl."] "he’s like... really hot… but yn, don’t even. i know what you’re going to say." the indigo-haired male said before you could say anything. how could you not though? this hot, flirty blonde appeared on the screen, and he even had a soothing voice! "he’s everything, scara, you don’t under-" "lynette! i’m home! and why does it smell like popcorn?" the front door opened, revealing lynette’s brother, lyney.

"oh! i didn’t expect there to be guests over at our dorm.” lyney introduced himself to you and scaramouche. "welcome home, lyney... how come you’re home so early? i thought you had plans with your friends…?" lynette asked, pausing the movie. "aether had to go early because he was getting tutored or something, so we all decided to go home... anyways, what are you guys watching?"

now, you four were sitting on the couch. four of you squished together with you, and lynette jammed in the middle. scara beside you, and lyney on the other side of the couch, beside lynette. "howl’s so charming, you said. "haha, yn, you must really like him?" lyney asked you. "yeah! he’s so kind. not to mention, he looks great with both blonde and black hair." lyney smiled at your response; he loved seeing you happy and hearing you talk. in fact, the sound of your voice soothed him. scaramouche eyed you and lyney’s interactions, then suddenly clung onto you. "ynnnn, i’m getting sleepy... wake me up when the movie’s done, okay?" he asked, yawning, then placed a gentle kiss on your lips. his lips were soft but salty from the popcorn, and you couldn’t remember the last time you two kissed. "yeah! sure, night night, scara, see you soon." you cooed as he leaned onto you.

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : not sure if you guys remember, but in the last chapter for notes i mentioned that i met a cute guy!! well now i got his number and i've been talking to him daily 💕💕 the only problem is... i'm scared his best friend likes him and i don't wanna interfere LOL anyways, sorry for updating soso late! i've been busy with school </3

#⁺◟✿ angel eyes : lyney x reader #lyney x reader #lyney smau #lyney genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smau #genshin smau #genshin impact smau

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ofsappho · 11 months

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Summertime Sadness (part 1)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Later’s better than never… right?

Ten years ago, Simon and you met at the same therapeutic boarding school. You fought, he said some shit, he left. He thought he’d never see you again.

Until one day, a hospital calls and informs him that you’ve listed him as your emergency contact.

(title from the song by Lana Del Rey)

Tags: mental illness, abuse, addiction, self harm, suicidality/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, angsty shit in general, Ghost being very mean as a fucked up 17 year old boy

There’s an old battered flip phone he hides in the back of his locker wherever he’s deployed. Ghost doesn’t turn it on all that often. Everyone who knows the number is dead.

But sometimes he does, just to stare at the contacts and click through the photos and remember what it was like to talk to them.

Today is one of those days.

He can only take so much talk from his team about families, friends, dogs waiting back home, and pretty girls before feeling the urge to break things.

So he excuses himself to hide in the bathroom like a fucking pussy and takes the phone with him. Simon can pretend he’s waiting for his own phone call from people who love him for a few minutes. Then he promises himself that he’ll put it away and not touch it for another six months.

It takes forever to power on. It’s still janky from the last time Ghost threw it at a wall, it seems.

One (1) missed call.

…What?

They left a voicemail.

His fingers shake as he listens to it.

There’s a long, tinny beep. “Hi, Mr. Riley, I’m…” A woman says in a rushed, businesslike manner. “I’m one of the nurses at-“ Ghost hears a bustle of background noise; faint murmurs, emergency sirens, doors sliding open and shut. “…Hospital. I’m calling because a friend of yours,” The nurse says your name. A name he hasn’t thought about in years. “…Put you down as her emergency contact when we admitted her to our psychiatric inpatient ward. Unfortunately, she did not provide us with anyone else. Please give me a call back at this number if you’d like to speak with her.” Click.

Ghost starts packing an overnight bag before he even realizes it.

Then he’s on a plane.

TEN YEARS AGO

“I hate you.”

You’re crying as you run after him in the forest. He speeds up, trying to lose you in the trees. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Simon. I’ll never bring it up again.” Snot covers your upper lip and your eyes are bright with tears.

He hates this fucking place. He hates this fucking school, the kilometers of wilderness separating him from his life because the fucking shrinks think he’s crazy. He hates you for trying to keep him here.

And just when Simon was about to fly the coop, you spilled the beans. “Leave me the fuck alone. Never, ever, ever talk to me again,” He barks, stopping abruptly and turning to loom over you.

When you reach for his hand, he slaps you away. “But you promised you wouldn’t leave-“ You end up on the ground, the pine needles biting into your bare knees as if Simon shoved you.

That makes him angrier. You’re too soft for a world like this. You’re practically begging for someone to hurt you again, someone like him, with your vulnerability and open, bleeding heart. Well, he’ll fucking oblige. You’re not strong like you think you are. You’re the weakest person he knows, and weakness is something Simon could never respect.

“I lied. I fucking lied, you dumb bitch. Didn’t you realize it?” Simon snarls, wishing desperately he’d never let you befriend him on his first day at this therapeutic program.

You're sunshine and innocence and friendship bracelets, the kind of girl who will always be a victim because this world devours little girls like you. Simon is nothing like you. Simon is a survivor. A warrior. Simon is steel where you are china.

Your American accent is almost as unbearable as your pathetic weeping. “…What?” Your bottom lip wobbles.

Hopefully this will teach you a lesson about tattling. Nobody likes a snitch. “Forever doesn’t fucking exist. You were the only tolerable person in this shithole, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to be friends forever. What are you, a fucking infant? God, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass.” If anything, Simon is letting you off easy. You told the counselor things Simon told you in confidence about his dad because you were ‘afraid for his safety.’

But you just don’t get it. Simon can’t spend another day here. And the longer he stays, the angrier his dad will get. You just earned him another week of shit and black eyes.

“Newsflash. People lie. Everyone’s been lying to you. Nobody likes you, not even your mum. And I can’t stand you. You were useful, but I don’t need you anymore. I’m better,” Simon hisses as cruelly as he can, using every blade in his arsenal to cut at the sensitive parts of you where he knows you’ll bleed. Just like you did when you told.

You’re only stuck in this place because your mum left you here. You don’t have anyone, not like he does. He has Tommy and his mum. He has a future. You’ve got absolutely fucking nothing.

“I was just trying to help.”

“I’m getting out of here. I don’t need your help. I’d tell you to keep it, but it wouldn’t even help you.” Simon pauses. You’ve stopped crying. Good. A crying fox is easy prey for the hunting dogs. “They won't believe you. And you wanna know why?” It feels good to be the hunter instead of the fox for once. You make excellent prey.

“‘Cause I told them the truth. That you’re an obsessed freak who’s hyper fixated on me and you’d do anything to keep me here. That you’re a sick, compulsive liar and that you’re the one who’s a danger to herself, not me.”

You fall silent. Finally, blessed silence. You look up at Simon with glazed eyes and a still tongue. He feels better. Good, even.

“Goodbye. I hope I never see you again,” Simon says flatly.

TODAY

You picked a good place to get yourself locked up in. This is one of the nicest hospitals Ghost has been in recently. Shiny floors, no dirt caking the walls. New York City puts Kabul and Moscow to shame.

He’s wearing a plain black balaclava. Nothing identifying or particularly memorable. This is going to be a short visit. Ghost will see what you want and then leave. That’s it.

You look tired, exhausted to the very bone.

None of the shiny pinkness that drew Ghost to you in the beginning when you were fifteen and he was seventeen. None of the glow, the round cheeks, the wide doe eyes.

There’s dark circles chiseled into your face, so dark he almost thinks they’re bruises. A couple of IV bags run through a drip hidden under bandages covering your arms from wrist to elbow. Your eyes are as quiet as you are. A couple of marbles would be more lively. You look almost like a doll forgotten in a corner.

The nurse gave Ghost the run-down as she guided him to your bed. Police picked you up on a bridge trying to off yourself. Your fifth time this year. Unless you show some real improvement, the doctors will recommend an indefinite hospitalization.

You’ve been busy in the decade of his absence. Multiple addictions, more attempts than he can count, and some small stints in jail. A list of disorders he wouldn’t know how to pronounce. And nobody left to call.

Is this his fault?

When Ghost rounds the corner, you smile like he should be proud of you. “You came,” You say.

I have absolutely no business starting a new fic. Absolutely none. Idk. I have brainrot. No clue when this will be updated. But here, have it.

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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I have a request if they’re open! I’m think dealer!remus comforting autistic reader since she’s scared that Remus is one of her hyper-fixactions. Totally not projecting myself into this 🫣

some of my past relationships have just felt like hyper-fixations of mine so I feel like autistic reader may feel the same idk. What do you think? 💗💗💗

i can see this and i understand this and so this was born:

liking remus and laughing at his jokes and spending time with him starts to feel weird out of nowhere.

you’re at his apartment, legs in his lap, munching on some fruit he got when you said yes to coming over, when the inkling that he might be a hyper fixation pops up.

you’re learning everything about him, spending days on end with him, doing your favourite things and his and suddenly the crush you’d had on him feels like it’ll end the moment you say the inevitable, ‘i like you more than friends remus.’

all of a sudden, your chest feels tight with your lack of surety and you curse your brain for how it works.

you can’t stop looking at him and wondering what what moment exactly will your brain decide that whatever is being built is over and he’s no longer interesting.

remus turns to you, cutting your silent crisis short with a worried look.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, squeezing your heel where it rests on his thigh.

it’s hard to find the words to tell him because if it is a hyper fixation remus should know; but then if it isn’t you run the risk of telling him of your feelings prematurely.

“dove?” he sits up straight, hand holding onto your shin now.

“s-sorry, got lost in my head.” it’s not a whole lie.

remus doesn’t seem settled with the answer and takes the almost finished bowl of assorted fruit from you and sets it on his coffee table.

“anything you can talk about?” you’re grateful for the way he phrases it and that fact makes itself known when tears spring to your eyes.

you really hope he isn’t a hyper fixation. you’re not aware that your breathing is harsh and labored until remus tugs you into his lap.

“hey,” his thumb collects the tears on the apples of your cheeks and you shut your eyes not having the heart to continue looking at him “what’s the matter, dove? you’re scaring me.”

he is scared, terrified that somehow he’s ruined whatever you both have got going on and he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t know you’re just as terrified that your brain has built him up and is about to make him come crashing down and make you disgusted by him soon enough.

“i’m sorry for crying,” you say softly and remus sucks at his teeth.

“don’t be sorry for that dove. crying is good.”

there goes your heart, racing away with his easygoing, kind words.

“you can tell me anything, y’know that yeah?” you nod, letting the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek help regulate you.

“i think my brain is playing tricks on me,” you say softly after a couple beats of silence.

remus frowns but doesn’t interrupt. he doesn’t want to set you off the course you’ve started.

“you know how sometimes you watch a show and there’s just something about it that makes you want to know everything about everything?” you open your eyes to catch his nod.

“i think my brain is doing that with you, but the part i’m scared about is after when i’ve learnt everything there is to know.”

“why? do you think you’ll know something you don’t want to?”

you huff a laugh and shake your head. “i’m afraid that when i know everything about you, my brain will decide that’s enough and i won’t want to know anything else about you again.”

remus coos and it makes more tears spring to your eyes. he pulls your forehead to press against his, noses brushing and if you weren’t crying you’d be hyper aware of how close you are.

“i can’t promise that won’t happen,” he says gently, thumb grounding you as it continues stroking your cheek.

“but, i can promise that even if your brain decides you’re done with me, i won’t hold it against you. and i’ll always be here for when your brain decides that it wants to know something again.”

your tears don’t stop and remus doesn’t try to stop them. he holds you till you cry every last bit of moisture from your body and he holds you some more when you fall asleep clinging to him on his sofa.

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All my stars

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You take Jason to see the stars.

Info: Fluff, angst at the end. No gendered pronouns are used for Reader, so feel free to imagine whatever you want. 1.4k words.

A gentle breeze makes its way across the property. Soon Jason will be pulled away for his nightly duties, but for now he lays here with you on a blanket on the lawn of Wayne Manor. Your head on his chest, his arm around you. Taking the time to say goodbye to the warm summer season with a picnic before it got too cold for them and classes ate up more time and energy than you’d like. For the day you had already said goodbye to the sun, left with the dark gray and blue mix you knew as the night sky here.

“We should go camping over spring break.” You say softly.

“We could go during a weekend.”

“We could,” You agree, “but I want more time out there.” Rolling over to your stomach, you have a look of softness that makes Jason’s breath stop for a second. “I want to show you the stars. You deserve to see them more than a weekend would give us.”

A warmth fills his own heart, and not for the first time, for a moment you are all Jason knows. You want to go out to the woods outside of the city to show Jason the stars. Something he hadn’t really thought of in a while. Something that didn’t exist here in the polluted city of Gotham. If he was honest, the thought of you just wanting to show Jason the stars because you know this makes him want to cry a little. “We can go camping over spring break. We should go.” There’s a million more words on his tongue but he’s not sure which ones to say, if any of them.

You smile and lean over, placing a kiss between his eyebrows, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you, Jason.”

“Love you too.” He says your name with your reverence, like you’re some kind of god. To him, you might be something like that, he thinks as your lips meet.

When Bruce is presented with the idea some months later, his eyebrows crease. “I’ll think about it.”

Jason refused to let up. You had made a joke that Bruce needed a powerpoint presentation or diagrams on large pads of paper to understand. Jason grinned.

Bruce got presented with a powerpoint. Alfred found the whole thing delightful and funny. Everyone knew Bruce did too, it could be seen in his eyes just a little. The butler added his own comment after Bruce spoke, making his allegiance clear.

“Perhaps, Master Bruce, you would also have some personal benefit from a little excursion in the forest. Take time away from your endeavors and from a distance you could keep an eye on the young master and lady while giving them privacy.”

That Bruce could agree to a little more, after a few weeks of Alfred and Jason, along with you once, bringing it up he gave in.

Once break rolls around Alfred sends all of you off with a soft, cheerful smile. Your hushed voices and laughter in the backseat bring a smile to Bruce’s face. Every so often Jason pokes his head into the front to talk directly to his dad. Though at one point he pulls out a book, The Outsiders, reading that. You spend most of that time with your head on his shoulder, a hand wrapped around his arm instead of his hand so that he could still flip pages and hold the book. Eventually you reach your destination. A small walk from the beaten path is a big enough clearing for you two and your activities.

Promising Bruce that you would yell if you needed anything and that yes, the two of you can put the tent up by yourselves and could make a fire. He checked everything one more time before allowing you to split from him. You’d meet back up for dinner together. For now you and Jason take up the task of putting up the tent.

Once you had successfully put up the slightly tilted tent you went to gather firewood, a task that mostly involved you and Jason running around chasing each other, your laughter ringing out in the forest and a quick little stick fight with two incredibly nice, sturdy sticks. Despite that you two quickly gathered decent sticks. By the time Bruce made his way back to your little area Jason already had a fire going. Dinner also meant that night would fall soon and the real reason you are out here could happen.

Long after s’mores and Bruce had left, the sun set, giving way to a gorgeous dark blue sky. You and Jason sit next to each other, tucked into each other’s side, as you watch that sky slowly fill with bright flecks of stars. A grin spreads across your face as you look up, a small gasp draws your attention to Jason. Beautiful, wonderful Jason with wide eyes full of wonder, mouth still stuck in that gasp. The stars are reflected within his eyes, it’s beautiful but your focus is still solely on Jason. There isn’t much you wouldn’t do for Jason to keep that look on his face, to keep feeling that feeling, to experience all the wonderful things he hadn’t yet known. He deserves to see the stars every night, to experience this every single day. You’d have to make every second here count, then find what else you could give to him that’d bring this wonder to him.

Jason ended up deciding to ditch the tent, pulling the sleeping bag out to lay it under the stars. “Thank you,” he whispers, holding you against him. “for taking me out here.”

“Thank you for coming. Maybe we can go up the mountain and look at the stars there.” The view from up there would be even better, something Jason deserved. You had no doubt they could handle such a hike to the nearby mountain and up it. How long you’d be up there is a different question though. Would you spend the night up there?

Jason’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “The stars are beautiful, but they don’t compare to you.”

You smile and kiss him. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome. Not bad at all.” Jason kisses you this time, murmuring poetry against your lips.

On the third night Jason grabs your hand, tugging you up. “Dance with me?”

“Of course.” You follow him, one hand in his, the other on his shoulder.

The forest provides its own music with the chirps and trills of the bugs, the rustle of the leaves, and if you really concentrate you could hear the nearby stream.

Jason starts humming as you sway together, pressed against one another. Softly, you join in. You don’t know how long you stayed there, wrapped up in each other as the forest sang. What you did know is that you didn’t want to be anywhere else. A part of you wanted to stay forever, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Under those stars you danced, laughed, and kissed Jason. They were your stage, your backdrop, creating so many sacred moments. Each and every night Jason was enraptured by them, and you by him. Eventually it had to come to an end, you had to go back to Gotham with its smog. You promised each other you would come and see the stars together again.

Death would shatter that promise weeks later as you screamed and cried when Bruce returned with Jason’s corpse, neither of you ever to see the stars again. You’re content to resign yourself to the smoggy gray skies of Gotham, with its artificial yellow and oranges, streaked with all other sorts of colors. The forest and its endless stars could be left with his memory and wonder, away from your glooming grief.

Yet, months later when Jason looks up at the sky with green eyes, he can’t help but to think that this sky is more worthy of your gaze, that you should be here looking out into this speckled canvas. Looking at the stars here Jason can’t help but think of you, who took him to see the stars because no one else had, because you wanted him to, because you thought he deserved it. Jason can’t help but to think even here you are still more beautiful than the stars. Jason can’t help but to think of you as he looks at the stars, after all to him you might as well have hung them.

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Gracie 🥺🥲 I would love to read a blurb from uuu in the future about Harry taking care of YN who’s on her period 😵‍💫

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause I’m trying to see if you’re gonna yell at me or not.”

Your eyes narrow but you can’t help smiling. “Harry, I’m not gonna yell at you—”

“You just yelled at the pizza guy,” he argues.

“I…that wasn’t yelling, I was just…suggesting he find a better place to put his...foot.”

“Exactly.” He crosses his arms and tosses you a smirk. “He’s gonna go home and cry to his mommy tonight.”

“Good. At least someone will coddle his incompetent ass,” you retort under your breath, and this time, it's Harry that rolls his eyes playfully.

“Mhm,” he snorts, taking a step closer. “So…do you promise not to yell at me if I come sit next to you?”

“Keep feeding me chocolate, and I won’t,” you reply innocently, and he laughs as he slides the plate of cookies off the counter to bring over.

Once the treats are in your possession, he takes a seat, tosses an arm around your shoulders, and guides you to his chest.

You settle there, smiling contently as you nibble on a chocolate chip while The Looney Tunes Show plays in the background. You both laugh at Daffy’s antics while Harry presses his cheek to your forehead, and soon, you can’t remember why you were feeling so on edge in the first place.

And then…you do remember.

The first but very familiar wave of cramps rolls over you without warning, and your eyes flutter shut as you steel yourself from the pain.

This again.

“Goddammit,” you mutter under your breath, wincing some as you set the plate down.

Harry looks down. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m gonna grab the Aleve, I’ll be right back,” you say, gingerly standing to your feet so you can make your way for the bathroom.

Harry watches you closely, gaze rather scrutinizing as he suddenly snatches onto your wrist just before you can scoot by.

You blink down at him, a little annoyed at the delay.

“What’s wrong?” he asks again, head tilting as he studies you. “Is it the cookies?”

“No, no. They’re fine,” you reassure him quickly, but his eyebrow raises. “They’re good. Very good. I’m just cramping, and I would like it to stop.”

His eyes widen, lips parting as the information dawns on him before he’s suddenly leaping onto his feet. “This is a Code Red?”

You groan, the dreaded nickname making you cringe as you playfully swat him away. “Stop. Don’t call it that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he nearly gasps, side-stepping past you as he rushes to the kitchen.

“I did tell you. Just now,” you call as you watch him rummage through the refrigerator. “The hell are you doing?”

For a moment, he says nothing, and you try to peer around his ass to see what he’s looking for.

When he straightens up, you find that he's got a bottle of Sprite in one hand and a bar of dark chocolate in the other.

“I’ve got a whole plan in place,” he says as he turns to you, oddly giddy. “Gemma used to fuck with me about not being prepared, and I got scared she might be right, so…I prepared.”

You can only stare at him, dumbfounded, as he rushes over to shove the items in your hands. “Har...you…are so fucking cute, but I don’t need you to be…prepared. I’ll just take some Aleve, and I’ll be fine—”

He raises a hand, bringing your argument to a halt. “That’s what you would do…if you didn’t have me,” he corrects proudly. “Listen, I don’t know what it feels like, and I can't take it away, but I know it's a bitch to go through. And I feel kind of guilty for not being able to take or experience this pain for you, so…this is the best I can do.”

You fight a large grin as you reach up to squeeze his sweet, little chin between your fingers. “See? Cute. But I don’t need you to experience it for me, baby, I’ll be okay. Just sit down and I’ll be right back.”

A little dejected, he sighs. “Are you sure? Cause…I mean, I made a whole game plan, and...I’ve been doing some research, and…you know, I wanna help.”

And the poor boy looks so disappointed that you can’t help laughing. “A game plan? Oh...my God. Okay, well…now I gotta see this.”

Instantly, he perks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smirk. “I am not calling it Code Red, but…if you wanna take care of me, then I’m certainly not gonna argue.”

Seemingly overjoyed, he dips down to press a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “M’gonna take such good care of you. Promise.”

And you know he will.

“All right,” he declares quietly, his entire demeanor shifting as if to lure you into a state of relaxation and bliss. “First things first…let’s get you into a bath, yeah? Get some bubbles, some candles, some soft music. And some Aleve, of course. Give your body a chance to unwind.”

You let him lead you to the bathroom and delicately sit you on the closed toilet seat so he can get the water running and grab your medicine.

And normally you’d argue that you aren’t a child, and can undress and prep yourself just fine, but he’s so gentle with it. So, kind and so in-tune with what you need that you just…don’t feel the need to fight him on it.

The look of adoration doesn’t leave your face as he slips your shirt over your head and helps you step out of your jeans just to kiss you in-between each task.

And while you know he wouldn't care, you force him around while you take off everything else (after all, why ruin the moment?), before you're quickly stepping into the tub.

He asks if you’d like him to join, and you say yes (because why would you say no?), and he’s more than happy to oblige.

For the rest of the evening, he doesn’t leave your side. You spend at least an hour in the bath, your back snug against his chest as he tenderly cups the water in his palm and lets it run down your arms and stomach.

He keeps you warm and surrounded by bubbles. He whispers when he talks, presses kisses to your cheek, and not once do his hands leave you.

He mentions that having an orgasm is supposed to help with cramps, and while you already knew this, you smile at his cheeky efforts.

Once you’ve pruned, you decide to get out, and he implements Phase Two of his plan. He retrieves your favorite pajamas, gets the bed ready, and flips on your comfort movie.

He brings you water, more medicine, a heating pad, and as many snacks as you might need.

He offers to give you space if you need it but is absolutely thrilled when you decline and instead ask if he’ll hold you.

And you watch your favorite movie with him tucked into your side while he continues those lazy touches on your hip and innocent kisses to your neck and shoulder.

He tells you he’s proud of you, that he loves you, and that he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

And it’s cheesy, and it's a little dorky, and it’s him.

And you love him.

And that’s never gonna change.

But most importantly:

You owe Gemma a huge thank you.

I'M NOT SURE IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND, but he's so cute and I'm so glad I got to write it, thank you so much for asking 😭💞 If you wanted a little more, though, or if it's not quite what you had in mind, send me another one and I'll absolutely get on it!

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ikkosu · 2 months

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REWIND / CHROMEDOME

(adopting gn!human reader)

a/n : been wanting a cute fluffy request I hope I wrote them uh satisfactorily 😭😭 I actually enjoyed writing about baby and cdrw maybe I’ll write more scenarios with this little family ughhh so cute

"Alright folks, we're leaving in thirty minutes!" Rodimus's voice echoed through the speaker.

"It's either you get on or get off the ship forever— Er, ah...oh what's that? We're not allowed to leave when— Damn it. Apologies, there's been a restatement by Ultra Magnus declaring it's illegal, you guessed it, for whatever reasons I'm not bothered enough to care. Blah, blah blah. Oh, shut it drift. Anyways, latecomers are welcomed in the brig. Buckle up in thirty! Rodimus out."

Rewind swivelled his gaze from the rock nestled on the grass, then to the ship, hovering not too far from where he's crouching. "Huh, guess I'm taking a detour." Then, his camera skims over the verdant fields of rolling hills. Red lights, blinking. "Won't hurt, would it?"

The LL had a short break stopping on Earth, mostly for refuelling, fresh air, stretching limbs,,,totally not because Brainstorm blew up the left wing again and The Science Team had to patch things up discreetly

Seriously, where is HR when you need it?

And, obviously, the Archivist is not missing the opportunity to explore, of course. It's earth! Home to,,,well,,,,the most complex (derogatory) kinds in the cosmos. And, this rock he's been examining? It's an extraterrestrial mineral. Figments of rocks from asteroids, comets, and the like originating outside of the Earth. Crazy, huh.

Better keep that for safekeeping.

Aside from, ah, well wandering where he's able to film stuff, occasionally animals and cows of the like, it's more like a need, at the moment, for a bit of (lets put this gently) space away from his conjunx — since, he's been acting like an ass of late.

Ahem, going behind his, ahem back to doing ahem Mnemosurgery....again.

It's not even an 'again' anymore, it's just borderline often

Why does he even bother to listen? You can't break old habits, as Ratchet would say. They'd break themselves before they could ever stop.

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me like that?" Footsteps pattered behind him

Rewind huffs, walking faster. "Took you long enough to figure it out, genius."

He groans. "Oh for— Primus sake, Rewind, come on. Don't do this. We can talk."

"Oh sure, sure! Talk." He threw his hands up, whirling around to face his conjux. "That's what you always say, promising me like you're going to get your eyes gorged out if you didn't. What else, tell Red Alert to stop being paranoid and Whirl, a psychopathic ass?"

Chromedome palms his face. Primus, this apology isn't going well as he expected it to. "Look, I messed up. I breached a trust you had in me. I shouldn't have done it. That was very... inconsiderate....of me..."

"What is this, eight grade? Spelling bee on who's responsible?"

"That's not the point! You can't just—"

And, so it begins. The bickering. The blaming. Hand pointing. Arguments ablaze, never listening. Voice raising — just the tip of the iceberg, not even close to it's full potential.

"I bet my words doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

"It's does, Rewind. It does!"

"Hey! Stay there! Don't even come any closer or I swear to Primus I'll—"

A cry gurgled out amidst the bushes.

The Mnemosurgeon stiffens. He looking around for the source of the cry when he notices conjux was staring at him. "What?"

"Wow. Wow. Low blow, Chrome dome." Rewind puffs and presses his fists on his hips. " Low blow. I didn't think you'd do this. You're gonna resort to mocking me, now?"

He sputters. " You think that was me?"

"Yeah, blame it on the cows. Blame it on 'em like you do when avoid all responsibility."

"What's even a cow? Oh, for—" Then suddenly he lets out a surprised sound, dropping to crouch next to a bush. Rewind doesn't bother to look. Why would he? He's busy sulking and he wants that Mnemo-no-to-the-o to see it. Though, his audials tuned into a rustle of leaves when—

"There! Primus, Rewind look at this."

Said Archivist was still sulking, arms crossed, looking away. "Nuh, uh."

"Don't you nuh uh me." CD chuffs and figured actions were bigger than words so he scooped up the bundle of blankets and shoved it up his face. "Well? Still got film for this?"

Rewind takes a moment to register the visage.It was, if he knew his terms correctly, a human child. No, wait. A baby. It's the size of a sparkling but....smaller. And, significantly softer.

Most of all, it's crying. Coolant— er, tears streaming down the side of it's cheek. Gently, his servos curled around the scoop, nestling it softly against his chassis. He felt a kind of pull in is spark. Something fond pulsing. Chromedome loosened, looking away. What's the point? The mask already hid his smile.

"Seems pretty far from it's residential zone." Chromedome peers across the horizon searching for even the most recognizable specks of rooftops.

Nope, nothing.

Just rolls and rolls of green foliage.

"Hey there little fella." The Archivist coos, digit caressing the cheek to soothe it. The baby sniffled then blink, lifting up it's tiny fingers to bap his index. "What's a baby doing here of all places?Aren't human, uh, carrier, sires are very protective of their offsprings?"

Chromedome doesn't know what to say, he's not Ratchet or Percy, but he's sure as hell relieved their argument took a turn into park. "Misplacement, maybe."

"...How do you misplace a baby in a bush?"

"Things like that can happen, you know."

"If anything, it seemed like it's deliberately thrown in there. Look! It's even wrapped in a blanket."

He held it up for the Mnemosurgeon to see who, in turn, simply shrugged.

"Yeah. To keep it warm."

"Until someone finds them."

Chromedome narrows his optics. He's got a bad feeling about this. "Rewind. What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that this child is deliberately left here to be found. We can't just leave it out here—"

"Are you saying we should steal it?''

"I'm not saying we should- ugh yes! I'm saying we should steal it—"

"You're kidnapping children now?"

Ratchet cuts through both of their comms, immediately barraging them, "Are you two idiots done squabbling with whatever stupid problem you have or are we gonna have to wait another fraggin' hour until you both make up and kiss?"

They had to take the baby, much to CD's dismay.

Ultra Magnus was losing his mind. What do you mean you found a baby in a ditch, in a bush, in a field of all places?! Even worse, literally miles and miles away from the nearest habitual region!

Purely, coincidental. He'll have to look in his files for crimes like this lest another is let loose for havoc. The young are the future for society! Something Cybertron is severely lacking in

Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Oh, and by the way, you're both going in the brig. You're late.

"Chromedome stalled me."

"Here, we go again."

Everyone is busy cooing and taking turns prodding the bab, and can someone please keep whirl away from the child he's armed, (with the exception of Megatron, the medics and UM) who didn't, mostly for the fear of passing diseases to it, mostly stood far with unimpressed looks on their faces.

First Aid, though, eventually took matters into his own hand,,, by taking it into his own hands and putting it in a glass box (shut up Brainstorm we're not using your stupid Polyhex Quadrilateral Box or whatever) to scan it's vitals and conditions

Everyone was outside, peering through the glass, prodding, helms jut at odd angles to see through the crowd — while the medics delicately assessed its condition.

Ratchet had to explain poor Rewind that not everyone wants children and not every parents are deserving of it so. He's seen this a lot in human culture.

"So they abandon babies just for the fun of it?!"

Well, he's got a point. Most of it at least. "Rewind.... no."

When they were done ensuring the baby is in optimal condition, Ratchet comes up to the, er couple, if he had to put it that way and crossed his arms, a brow raised.

"Do you trust yourselves enough to look after the child?"

"Might as well." CD sighs. ".... I've got enough responsibility on my plate, already."

"Nobody forced you to go back and take it." Rewind mutters.

Ratchet held up a servo to cut off another argument brewing. " I'm going to put this out clear."

A digit points to them. Ratchet grits his dentas and every word that spooled out of his vocalizer, more intense.

"You both are going to have to put your differences aside. You're going to resolve that problem of yours, and resolve it clean — not in front of the child, but behind. Go hide in a broom closet for all i care. Mutilate or incapacitate each other's limbs, if it helps. Fight all you want, kill each other if you have to. But this baby? This baby? You're going to give this child the most loving, caring family it can have. You hear?"

Shenanigans ensue.

Obviously, given they're Cybertronians, human anatomy isnt a topic they're very well versed with. Rewind does know a thing or two. But consulting videos are not really the best way to go when neither of them have the tools to feed the baby

Percy and Nautica (because he doesnt trust brainstorm) are tasked with concocting the milk formula. They're seen tinkering away in the lab, barring the other scientist against a let-me-in charade. Lab doors are locked and padlocked with a specific colde — suck it BS.

All elements, minerals and resources as such are to be provided Rodimus (begrudingly), then fact-checked by the medics, very, very carefully.

They're like guts deep in space and very far from earth. A quantum jump to said planet, in case of an emergency, can affect the only organic living onboard.

Moreover, Ratchet doesn't trust CDRW to learn the stuff themselves, so he holds five hour long sessions daily on how to provide sufficient needs for the baby. You know, handling them, playing with them, learning their gestures, mannerisms,,,etc

CD loves holding baby by the armpit, and especially loves it when he does that, baby tries to bap his face, squealing and babbling, trying to reach him— he finds that his chassis always melts a little.

Rewind, on the other hands, adores cradling baby in a blanket. He likes how warm and soft it is against his arms. And how easily it his to nestle baby under his chin as he walks.

He is the most affectionate from the two. And definitely records everything. Soccer mom-esque, cheering loud whenever baby does something' monumental, for instance, blabbering dada coherently. But also the most rigid. Like, lattice structured rigid.

''Rewind you watch snuff films you hypocrite, a Sunday cartoon getting a liiiiittle violent is nothing compared to the archives you go through." Rodimus wags the CD in front of the Archivist, an upturned pleading pout, pulling his features. He looked comical hunching to regard the smaller Archivist with baby nestled under his chin.

It was an obvious ploy to fiddle with the baby. Everyone's trying to get a nab of their little squeals, these days. Why wouldn't they?

Those adorable fats for cheeks, soft and cuddly, crawling around the habsuite like a cretin, gumming on everything they could find.

Skids managed dodging through the vents after a successful glimpse of peek-a-boo (Rewind forbids physical touch. He's not risking any disease that can be transferred.)

He slinked down and baby immediately latched onto his pedes, babbling for an upsie. It took him a while, and much restraint, not to take it through the vents

Swerve almost poisoned baby with the engex again because, in his own words, what's a little harm in trying new things?

He's now locked up in the brig, banned from touching baby ever .

This entire crew is a hazard and Rewind wasn't having it.

"Is this the same captain known for illegal conduct of meteor surfing?"

"....Oh, shut it."

Chromedome's not very affectionate but is less-rigid when it comes to baby. He's the type to cave in when they want something. Sweets? Oh, you want sweets? He doesn't care if the Lost Light is miles away from the nearest planet. He's going there and he's going now.

Stop him and he'll plunge those long, needle-like nails into mecha's skull, their ancestors could see Primus's aft whole again.

Hoards like,,,,around fifty satchels of sweets. It was only until Ambulon had a private chat with the Mnemosurgeon, that, yes, the baby is going to die eating that much.

So, he offered safer alternatives if baby wanted something sweet. Boiled potatoes, ripe avocados and fruits could help. (They'll have to frequent the nearest planets)

CD is like the most cynical ass ever to exist so Rewind find himself with an existential crises, staring off into a wall, when baby would scrunch up their face, the way CD does when he's displeased.

"That mask stays on."

"But I didn't even—"

"It stays on."

But he also finds, a little begrudingly, that CD is a lot more understandable these days. Mostly always cradling baby and humoring the little cretin . Arguments are close to nill. He barely has to raise his voice

Cybertronians naturally have harsh edges, given they're metal (duh), so their rooms would be congruent in terms of features as well. Not exactly a pleasant thought when an organic is dawdling about.

So to be safe, in their habsuite, Chromedome installed padded cushions everywhere. Even the ceiling is padded, mecha's kibbles are also padded (much to Rodimus's chagrin)

And, every inch and crevice of that room is filled with scribbles. (Scribbles only Swerve can decipher, but he's busy lounging in the brig so there's that.)

Red Alert, during a habsuite check, once blacked out inside the room because he didn't recognize the new change. It was so pastel-ish, bright and soft, he justs goes away

Chromedome finds the poor mech on the ground, baby on top with their crayons, assaulting said mecha's face while squealing at the teal green against stark red paint

"A new paint job, huh."

"Chromedome, get the poor guy up for Primus's sake!"

Baby is limited to the Library and Med-bay (as per Rewind's request). Library because Megatron is there and they know for a fact he's more trustworthy with the baby than anyone. And, Med-bay because, well, medics

But obviously, baby is like, a little cretin who thinks rules are a no-go and said social construct a danger to society. And, by who's declaration? Rodimus. It's Rodimus.

Rewind is going to murder that speedster of a captain

So , it's a given mech's will see CD scampering across the halls upon spotting baby dangling off a goddamn beam. Or, hanging off someone's shoulder, (said bot doesn't know, because baby is so small, the sensors didn't pick up), then sees the mnemosurgeon slumping onto the ground in relief, passed out for a minute

What's baby doing there?!

Rip CD's spark rate.

And, since they've got to play the part of a happy family, Rewind has to sleep in the same berth as his conjux. Not that they didn't ever

After the reveal (CD going behind his back doing unethical things w/ his fingers) Rewind was obviously displeased so they sported separate berths. Now? They'll manage squeezing in the same bed.

Rewind tried to act all huffy about it, glancing to one side, as though he doesn't want to be there. He does. He's just sulking.

Chromedome silently stares at the ceiling. Baby is between them, chewing on a miniature Rung figure (that Rung gave because, somehow, it calms the little thing)

Baby notices the silence and wants attention, so they bap their hands on the surface when both mechs weren't listening. And does it again for the fifth time. CD sighs and decides to humor baby, a little.

"It's past bed-time." He says quietly, patting their head

With a squeal, baby plays with CD's servo and curls it over their head. He scoops the little bundle up into his arms and loosened up a little.

Rewind swivels to find baby nuzzling his conjux, both deeply asleep. Something soft thrums in his spark, and while he’d rather bash his conjux’s a skull with a hammer, he can’t deny the lovely visage of him cuddling their child. So, he scoots over a little, resting his helm on CD's shoulder. He doesn't flinch when a servo lands on his shoulder plate, pulling him close.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

#chromedome x reader #rewind x reader #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw chromedome #idw rewind #WOOOOO finally one request done urgh #Chromedome #rewind #Ratchet #idw ratchet #Idw First aid

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iliektehhaxs · 6 months

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Celebrating Thanksgiving

Description: You should’ve known that celebrating the holidays with Johnny would lead to this.

Tags: John “Soap” MacTavish/Reader, no use of y/n, AFAB pronouns/genitalia

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Authors note: yeah I wrote this in 45 minutes with no editing this stupid scottish man gives me life-threatening brainworms, sorry

Celebrating the holidays with Johnny is always a spectacle in the best kind of way. You never found yourself to be overly excited when the holidays came around, mostly just treating it like another day, but that all changed when a certain blue-eyed Scotsman came barreling into your life.

Suddenly you found yourself anticipating the days when it’s just you and Johnny enjoying each other’s company.

You could spend the rest of your life in this moment and never grow tired, from putting up early Christmas decorations to cooking dinner, the latter of which you were currently occupied with as Johnny set the table.

“Smells like heaven in there lovie!” He says from down the hall. Like clockwork you can feel him take up space behind you, watching you diligently as you prepare for dinner.

“I’m not letting you have a taste Johnny,” you reply, holding in a laugh when you feel him pout against your cheek. “Wait until I’m done, then you can eat as much as you want.”

You should know by now to be more careful with your words, especially when you know how insatiable Johnny can be. “Now hen, it feels like you aren’t talking about the food.”

“Johnny.”

His hands find their way to your hips, holding you gently as he kisses your neck. “Just saying, the turkey isn’t the only thing that has to get stuffed tonight.”

“Jesus Christ,” you laugh, turning around to witness his shit-eating grin. “I think that’s the worst joke you’ve ever told me.”

“Gimme a couple days, ‘m sure I’ll think of something worse.”

God awful joke aside, you’d be a liar if you said the idea wasn’t intriguing, and the way he’s looking at you is definitely not helping.

“I can see it in your eyes hen, come now,” he kisses at your face, once, twice, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “You’ve been at the stove all day, let’s take a break—promise I’ll make you feel good.”

That’s not a promise you’ve ever known Johnny to break, so when he drags you down to the nearest couch and sits between your legs, you happily let him.

Legs dangling on his shoulders, licking at his lips as he pulls your pants down and grins wide when he sees you exposed and waiting, not taking a second to hesitate before he’s face first into your pussy. Immediately it’s as if a weight has been taken off your shoulders, the stress of preparing for the holidays melting away and slowly being replaced by the pleasure that is Johnny’s greedy mouth against your sex. He laps at your cunt like it’s his job, moving against you until his face turns red and his chin is soaked in your juices.

“Christ, didn’t even need to prep you huh?” He mutters between kisses. “Like she’s made for me, huh bonnie?”

His eyes flutter shut when you tug his face closer, nose deep as he eats you out. Johnny treats your pussy like it’s royalty, talks you through your orgasm when your legs close tight around his head and goes right back to devouring you the second your legs stop shaking.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya—she’s begging me for it you know, she’s just waiting for me to put my mouth back on ‘er—“

He puts his thumb right on your clit, watches as your pussy twitches with each rub, mesmerized at the view. “See bonnie? She wants me so badly, she’s gaggin’ fer it, needy little cunt she is.”

You’re so dazed that you can barely register his belt being undone to free his aching cock, thrusting against the cushions with barely any care to his own pleasure so long as his mouth is filled with your taste. You nearly cry from how long he keeps you like this, whimpering for a break that he doesn’t give you.

You beg, heels digging into his back as tears build up in your eyes. You can only take so much pleasure before your first reaction is to pull away, an idea Johnny doesn’t entertain before he pulls you back down and holds you firm.

“Oh no hen, don’t run now, not when your pussy’s practically calling my name—she needs me y’know? Don’t try to take her away from me.“ he rambles before diving back in to explore your pussy. The way he talks to you, or your pussy rather, it’s like an addiction he can’t quit.

He spits into your wetness, spreading the mess with his tongue before going back to whispering praise between your legs with a reverence unheard of. “She’s so wet fer me, so fucking delicious—I bet she can take another one, yeah? Yeah, I think she can—“

As he wrings another orgasm from you, you question whether or not the two of you will even make it to the dining table this thanksgiving.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish smut #cod smut #soap x reader #I’m 1000% certain I could actually write this better but do I want to?#no #robo writes #also this is for that thanksgiving challenge thing so YAY

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Interrupting a white veil occasion | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter's childhood crush is going to get married to someone else...so he has to speak before it's too late

Word count: 1k

Request: Please do speak now x peter parker <3

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When Peter heard about the wedding — your wedding —, he swung his way to the top of the highest building in New York and screamed his emotions out. It felt good, but only for a few seconds. The wedding was still happening.

He couldn’t believe his friend who he had been in love with since childhood was marrying this other guy. Peter didn’t really know him, but he hated him. He hated every guy who dated you, which had caused some friction on your friendship over the years.

Like that time Peter purposely ruined your date with the swim team captain. He made up an emergency about someone trying to break into the Avengers tower, but the only person who did a bad thing that night was Peter by lying to you.

‘’He’s a player, he’s gonna break your heart.’’

That night, you made Peter promise to stop sticking his nose in your dating-life.

Swim team captain ended up breaking your heart as Peter had predicted, but Peter let you cry on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around you to stop himself from swinging to that jerk’s house and breaking his perfect jawline.

During the years that followed, there were so many times Peter wanted to confess his feelings to you, but everytime he would chicken out by fear of ruining your friendship. He’d rather love you in secret than lose you in his life.

‘’She’s getting married tomorrow,’’ Ned recalled as they were sitting in their shared apartment, watching the new Star Wars.

‘’Shut up.’’ Peter released a heavy breath. ‘’I'm trying not to think about it.’’

He didn’t say it to hurt Peter and push the knife deeper into his heart. Ned just wanted to remind him that it was happening. That the girl he loved was going to marry someone else tomorrow and he didn’t have much time left before it was too late.

‘’Maybe you should think about it. If you really love her, I think you should tell her….before she says ‘I do’.’’

Twelve hours later, Peter was putting on a suit and running to the place the wedding was held. He didn’t plan to go, but after getting a call from Tony Stark begging him to take his last chance and talk to you, Peter had no other choice but to come.

He didn't want to be a wedding-crasher, but as Tony and Ned had said, this was his last chance to get his girl.

‘’Dad, where have you been?’’ you said as your father opened the door of the room you were hiding in. You had been calling for your father for twenty minutes and no one had been able to find him, not even Pepper.

‘’I was…getting a drink. You know me!’’ Tony flashed you a smile, holding his glass of scotch.

You narrowed your eyes at him. ‘’I think you should slow down on the scotch, Dad. It’s not even 2pm.’’

He waved her off, taking another sip of his drink. ‘’It’s my first drink. It helps with the nerves.’’

You laughed softly. ‘’I’m the one getting married, I should be the one needing a drink for my nerves.’’

‘’I’m nervous about something else….’’ Tony said lowly. ‘’Please don’t be angry with me.’’ He stepped over as your face twisted in confusion, allowing Peter to step in. He was wearing a suit, but the jacket was missing and the shirt underneath had visibly not been ironed. ‘’I’ll just…leave the two of you alone,’’ your father said, then closed the door.

Peter was the last person you expected to see walking through those doors. He had responded ‘will not be attending’ on his invitation, which stung when you opened it.

‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’The last thing I wanted today was show up to your wedding, but Mr. Stark called and—’’ Peter interrupted himself, needing to get straight to the point now or else he’s chicken out for the very last time. ‘’Don’t marry him.’’

‘’Peter…’’

‘’Don’t say ‘yes’. Don’t marry him,’’ he repeated, stepping closer with pleading eyes. ‘’I am not the kind of guy who rudely barges in on a white veil occasion, but this guy that’s waiting for you at the altar is not the right one for you, Y/N. Even your father thinks so!’’

You rolled your eyes. ‘’My father thinks no one will ever be good enough for me.’’

‘’Up until twenty-three minutes ago, I was not planning on showing up. I was moping in my bed and cursing myself for not speaking up when I had time, but your father called me…and here I am. I love you, Y/N Stark. I’ve loved you since we met at the aquarium under the huge tunnel.’’

It was over ten years ago, but Peter remembered that day as if it was yesterday.

‘’You were there with your nanny and I was on a field trip with my science class. My feet got tangled and I tripped and you helped me up. We didn’t know each other, but when I took your hand and looked into your eyes, I thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.’’

A smile curled on your glossed lips as a light flush covered your cheeks. Thankfully, it was covered by makeup. ‘’You had glasses back then. And a missing front tooth.’’

Peter scrunched his nose. ‘’Yeah, it was a terrible look.’’

You laughed at the memories. His missing tooth was actually adorable.

‘’I think you looked cute.’’

It was Peter’s turn to flush.

If your groom-to-be were to hear or see you, he would throw a fit. The woman he was about to marry was verbally cheating with another men.

Peter stepped in with shaky hands, your eyes on him. ‘’Please, don't marry him.’’

He wasn't asking you to marry him instead. That would be crazy and way too rushed.

All Peter was asking was to call off the wedding.

Your eyes filled with tears and you crumbled in the seat by the large mirror, at loss with your emotions. ‘’There’s hundreds of people out there waiting for me, Pete. I-I can’t not—’’

‘’I know,’’ Peter said, crouching before you, ‘’but these people also want you to be happy and you're not gonna be happy with this guy.’’

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Could I request a Jake and Na'vi reader smut drabble! if you could include face riding and Jake being a soft dom/brat tamer? only if you you have time!

Also I've been on you're page for a bit and you give off such mommy energy <3

Hi bby! So sweet of you to say! Of course I’m happy to write short images while working on the ghost series! Hope you enjoy I did my best!

Jake Sully Smutty Drabble

Edit: (I wrote this at like 1am forgive me) Warnings: Oral f/receiveing, sex, light bondage, overstimulation and daddy kink.

• okay so have we just accepted as a community this man LOVES eating pussy? Because at this point it’s basically cannon. Like any position? All fours, on your back but especially riding his face. He’s gets so lost in how you taste he can’t even think straight anymore. Arms wrapped tightly against the back of your tights holding you place as best he can. Once he’s got you in the perfect position, one where he can suck on your clit and run his tongue through your folds he’ll hold you there. There is no way your moving, good luck trying honey!

• The first time you asked him to eat you out he couldn’t even describe how happy he was. He was sat around your living space cleaning up his weapons, when you walked in fingers fiddling with your cloths. Your eyes low to the ground. “What’s going on baby? You okay?” You wouldn’t be able to look at him, he couldn’t even hear what you had said at first. “Need your mouth daddy, please?” The whine that left that man’s lips was sinful “come here baby, come sit on daddy’s face” and I can promise you he didn’t let you go. In fact you were so fucked out from his tongue he had to let you sleep in the next day. It was a legs shaking pussy squirting kind of night.

• Jake strikes me as a pleasure dom, alongside being a brat tamer the two go hand in hand with this man.

• He will have you on top of him, a mixture of your juices and his saliva covering his mouth and cheeks, slowly just dripping down his chin. He will be strict while eating you out, mumbling threats through your moans. “If ya don’t quit squirmin’ I won’t let ya cum” “stay still for daddy okay? “Mmm such a good girl for daddy”

• This man has a 3x rule, you have to cum three times on his face or from his mouth before he does anything else. He’s very strict about it. He can’t help it, they way you whimper and whine as he thrusts his tongue into you slowly, pushing his fingers against your skin. He can’t help but keep going even when your begging him to stop.

• He will use his fangs to his advantage at some point. Tracing his teeth against the skin of your thigh. Lightly nipping at your folds.

• He really can’t help it! He gets drunk on your pussy. It’s like his brain shuts off and he just wants to hear all the different noises he can make you produce. If you make a noise he has never been able to pull out of you before he will not stop no matter how many times you cum. “Is this the spot? Hmm?” “Common Princess make those pretty noises for daddy” “this the spot?” “Oooooo there it is, there ya go baby girl. Get noisy for daddy” even with you sat on his face he is a dirty talker!

• If you miss behave, act out or just plain brat him? He will use over stimulation as a punishment or the reverse on occasion.

• “You want my attention? Here I am baby girl now take what you get” he will have you crying from the overstimulation and this is where the Brat tamer takes over and the Pleasure dom steps down. “Awe, you look so pretty when you cry baby. I ain’t stoppin’ tho. You gotta take your punishment like a good girl okay” as this point his hands would be running up and down your thighs.

• In general His brat tamer side only comes out when you push it. “Did you eat today Princess?” If you shake your head he’ll hand you some water, now we all know that you’ll refuse and he’ll lean in real close. “If ya don’t drink your water, I’ll make ya. And then I’ll put something else in your mouth, huh?” “Behave, fuckin’ brat”

• Oh if he is pushed? He’ll have you tied up unable to move (he really likes being completely in control) or he will have you on his lap rutting into you harshly, gripping onto the flesh of your hips. Pushing and pulling you on his cock.

• Jake is a sweet lover, he enjoys talking to you. Knowing that he’s making you feel good. I imagine him kissing up and down your body. “Your so pretty baby, all mine”

• I think he is also big on teasing you. He’ll stand behind you tail wrapping around your leg. He’ll lean in close and whisper in your ear “you look so pretty today princess” sometimes he’ll even trace the markings of your skin, fingers dancing against you.

• Most of the time he is just a wholesome soft dom. He just wants to take care of you, and he wants you to listen. And when you do he is the KING of praise.

• “Oh that’s right baby” “your taking my cock so well” “your so beautiful Princess”

• “gonna make you feel so good, you’ve been so good today baby” “common just a little more, you can take it” Oh yeah man is HUNG. So sometimes it takes a while for you to adjust to his size and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud he enjoys when you complain of pain a little, it boots his ego. “You gotta work me baby, let daddy make you feel good. Wanna make you feel sooo good”

• He is amazing at aftercare. It’s his favourite part of sex, or even simply intimate moments with you. (As any dom should) He’ll hold you close, kissing your eyes wiping away any extra tears or juices covering your skin. He uses his tongue to clean you up a lot. If your in pain he’ll dig his fingers into your muscles trying to ease them and reduce any aching. If he caused any kind of marking he’ll not shop apologising. “Fuck I’m so sorry sweetheart, ya not hurt right?” You both learned to keep a snack basket near your sleeping area. So that he could feed you and hydrate you (both of you!)

Keep sending me requests my loves I always appreciate them!

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pinejayy · 1 year

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❤️

someone sent me this in my inbox: Hello! Are you currently taking requests? If you are, can you please write a scenario or headcanon about Gyokko and Hantengu about their girlfriend who saw her creepy uncle again? Like she sees him in a market and he talks to her and she comes home shaken up. What would they do when she tells them?

I relate to creepy uncle, but He didn’t do anything to me thankfully, but he acted weird towards me when I was little and made me uncomfortable.If you aren’t taking requests I’m really sorry to bother you ❤️

I’m sorry you had to go through that hon, I really hope that scumbag is away from you, please take care <3 and you’re not bothering me hon I really hope this cheers you up <3

I will gladly do this for you // I had to remove your username when you sent in your request for some privacy

Trigger Warning: death, blood

You happily had said your goodbye to your lovely boyfriend, you were off to the store. You need to buy some more groceries for yourself, as you left you waved goodbye to your lover. Gyokko smiled and waved goodbye as you left. The Demon truly loved you. Now he had to play the waiting game, and wait for your return. As hours passed by you still weren’t back and he started to get worried. When you usually left to the stores you always came back within an hour or so, but this time it was passed three hours! Did someone hurt you? Or did a Demon Slayer find out about your relationship with him! And if they did would they kill you? As negative thoughts came across his head he heard the door open and slam shut. Looking up and seeing you, tears streaming down your face.

“I saw him..” You said softly, falling to your knees crying. Gyokko quickly was by your side he already knew who you were talking about. He was angry why did he have to show up and ruin your day. He held you as you cried.

“Shh it’s okay my Work of Art, he can’t hurt you..” He said, as he held you closer. “I’ll make sure of it.” He said to himself. Gyokko is going to make him pay, he hated seeing you upset. Kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you.”

That night Gyokko held you, he held you until you fell asleep and that’s when he was on the hunt for that scumbag of a human being and once he found him he killed him. Showing him no mercy, Gyokko was proud of himself that he killed him. Gyokko didn’t even eat the body, he wouldn’t dare put any kind of spoil meat into his beautiful body, and the scumbag wasn’t even worth making art into. He deserves to burn in hell, spitting on lifeless body.

“You Scumbag…you deserve nothing but pure agony in hell.”

Hantengu didn’t want you to go, he was holding onto your leg crying. “Please Y/N, I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen.” He said sobbing. You look at him and smile, you place a gentle kiss on his cheek. He looked at you, you smiled at him. “I’ll be okay sweetheart, I promise I will be back shortly.” You said.

Honestly it took a lot of convincing for you to leave, Hantengu was still worried about you, but he seemed to calm down when you said you would return shortly. So he just waited for you, after a few hours have passed by and he started to panic. You weren’t back! He started to think of the worst, what if someone killed you or worst what if you found a new lover! Oh no no! He started to cry loudly. But his cries stopped when he heard the door shut close and heard something fall to the ground, quickly he made his way to the door. Seeing you on the floor crying. This is when he stopped crying and ran to you, holding you close. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

“I saw him...my uncle.” You whisper softly.

This sent him in a rage! He hated that scumbag! How dare he show his face! Hantengu looked at you as he held you, wiping your tears away. “Don’t worry my love. I’m here for you, I’ll protect you.” He said and for once he isn’t crying, he’s just seeing red. Pure red!

That very same night he paid your uncle a visit, giving him a slow painful death. Leaving him in a pool of his own blood. He didn’t dare eat his body how disgusting.

Looking at the body who was laying in a pool of their own blood, he was angry. “How dare you do that to my beautiful Y/N! You deserve to burn in hell.”

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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter X

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Stop, drop and roll

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: f*mdom, spanking, oral (f receiving), cumming untouched (kind of?), this one’s dirty.

Your phone goes off a little after 7, it’s Sunny FaceTiming.

“Hey Sun, what’s—“

“BOB PROPOSED! I’M GETTING MARRIED!”

Your eyes fly open, you weren’t fully awake until now. She’s glowing, her face is streaked with tears. “What?! Oh my God, Sunny!”

Bradley stirs next you you.

“I know! He wanted to wait to talk to my dad first, which he did last night and he asked me this morning!”

“Let me see the ring!”

It’s beautiful, white gold and a non-traditional diamond setting. It’s perfect for her.

“I love it! He picked it out himself?”

“He did, I had no idea he was thinking about getting engaged. We don’t have anything planned yet, you’re the first person I’ve told, but will you be my maid of honor?”

“I would be honored. I love you, Sunny.”

“Good! You didn’t really have a choice. I love you too! Hey Bradley!”

He smiles up at her from where he’s rolled onto your chest. “Hey Sunny girl, congratulations! Bob did a real good job.”

“Thanks!” You hear Bob say in the background. “Sorry, he’s naked otherwise I’d put him on.” She says with a goofy smile.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Bradley says with a shrug.

“Sometimes I wonder if you really do have a thing for Bob,” Sunny laughs.

“Who doesn’t? Have you seen him?” Bradley smiles.

“Yes, and I get to spend the rest of my life with him” she squeals, “We better get downstairs though, my mom is going to lose her mind.”

You let her go and smile at Bradley. “I’m so happy for them.”

“Me too,” he says kissing you.

You deepen it and he eagerly reciprocates, throwing the blankets off himself and climbing over you, pinning you under the sheets before kissing down your throat, stopping at your breasts to suck each nipple into his mouth, teasing with his tongue and biting gently with his teeth.

He continues lower, pulling the sheets with him as he leaves a trail of hickeys along your inner thighs, kissing up to your pussy, but then skipping over where you want him most to continue his kissing down the other leg.

“You know teasing me is only going to make it worse, right?” You say as your fingers weave into his hair and pull him where you want him.

He shutters at your words and dives in, finally giving you what you want. Soon, his face is soaked as he fucks his tongue into you while his mustache tickles over your clit. Next he brings his fingers to your entrance to replace his tongue and he sucks gently at your bundle of nerves. Your hands tighten the grip on his locks and he groans.

You look down and his eyes have drifted shut, long lashes fanning over his cheeks. His tight ass clenches and releases as he ruts against the comforter; trying to find some relief.

Knowing he’s that turned on by giving you pleasure is enough to push you over the edge. Your back arches and legs lock around his ears as you cry out, and he gently kitten licks you through it, slowing as the overstimulation sets in.

He climbs back over you, leaning down for a kiss. His grips himself, positioning himself at your entrance but you stop him. “Not yet.” You murmur against his lips.

He pulls off your kiss with a frustrated, desperate whine. “Please, ma’am. I’ll be good, I promise.” His begging sends a new wave of arousal between your legs.

You shake your head slowly and lean in for a quick kiss, biting his lip as you pull back.

“No. If you take your punishment like a good boy, I’ll see if you can cum.”

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5 minutes later, Bradley’s laying naked, prone on the bed of your childhood room, his head resting on folded arms. You’ve propped a pillow under his hips and a sleep mask you found in your drawer over his eyes, loving that he can’t see what’s next. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal has his face flushing bright red.

Your fingers alternate between trailing down his back and massaging his cheeks while you push his embarrassment further with your questions.

“Why am I punishing you again, Bradley?”

“Because I came before you said I could, ma’am.” He says huskily.

“That’s right,” you purr. “Just over two weeks ago I had to punish you for not remembering your manners, and here we are again. I’m starting to wonder if you like being punished.”

He shakes his head and your hand comes down hard on his right cheek. He inhales shakily.

“Use your words Bradley, and don’t you dare lie to me,” you say, rubbing the sting out.

He takes a deep shuttering breath, his ass flexing as he ruts into the pillow. “No, ma’am. I don’t like being punished,” he lies.

Your hand strikes the left next, not soothing it this time. “I’m disappointed in you,” you tsk, “lift your hips”.

He does and a tortured groan leaves him when you stroke his leaking, angry, red erection a few times, base to tip before pushing his hips back down. “Your cock sure seems to like it. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Do you like being punished?”

“Ymmm”. He mumbles into his arms.

A third slap across the lower part of both cheeks and he keens. “I can’t understand you when you mumble.”

“Yes ma’am, I like being punished.” He sighs, hiding his burning face in his arms.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

He shakes his head, but you let the lack of verbal response slide.

You warm his ass up with your hand, giving him more harsh, but tolerable swats. You decide he’s ready for more when his skin is nice and pink. You’re soaked from his breathy sighs and gasps, the way his body tenses and relaxes.

You pick up the hairbrush from the dresser before padding back over to him, combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Color?” You whisper, kissing his cheek.

“Green” he replies, voice hoarse. He’s wrecked already.

“You know what you need to say for me to stop, right?”

“Yellow to slow down, red to stop, ma’am.”

“Good boy. I think 10 should do it.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

You throb at the sound of the hairbrush connecting with his ass, and the choked gasp that rips from his throat. “Fuck, Row. You’re not holding back, are you?”

You answer with another sharp crack to the other side. “That’s ma’am to you, and no, I’m not.”

You deliver the next 6, one after the other, the sweet burn stealing the breath from his lungs.

“Please, please. No more. I’ve learned my lesson ma’am. I’m sorry.” He pleads, but his hips rut harder against the pillow.

“You’re almost there, you’ve done so good.”

The next one is across the center of his right cheek; his entire body tenses. You lift the brush for the final one and right as you bring it across his left he cries out, “Row, wait!”

You watch in awe as he cums with a broken shout, head resting on his arms while his hips thrust against the pillow. Sweet, breathy gasps leave his lips as his breathing comes back to normal.

You murmur praises and kiss along his body as you clean him up and rub his scarlet skin with aloe. He’s snoring as you finish.

You cover him with a blanket and throw on one of his old tees you love to lounge in. You take the pillowcase off the ruined pillow and throw it in the washer with a load of your and Bradley's clothes. The pillow is pushed to the bottom of the trash bag before tossing the bag in the bin outside, just so there are no awkward questions.

Next, you make breakfast and eat, setting a plate aside for Bradley when he wakes up.

Which doesn’t look like it’s going to be any time soon, based on the continued snores you hear as you sneak through your old room to take a shower and get ready.

You leave him a note letting him know there’s breakfast in the kitchen and you’ll be back soon, just running to the store for some last-minute things (and a new pillow).

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An hour later, you’re back with coffee and a few bags.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” you say as you see Bradley eating in the kitchen, freshly showered.

He blushes, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, seems like you needed it,” you smile, pulling out the new pillow. “Not that they’d likely notice, but just in case, I got a replacement.”

“Sorry about that too,” he blushes deeper and scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. “It snuck up on me, I tried to warn you but it was too late.”

“That was so fucking hot, Bradley. Watching you lose control and fall apart like that…” you trail off, biting your lip.

“Yeah?” He asks, still unsure.

You grab his hand, and put it down the front of your pants, letting him feel the wetness he caused.

“Yeah,” you confirm, sighing as he plunges two fingers in with ease.

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A few hours (and orgasms) later, your dad and Laura arrive home. They don’t even have their coats off before the doorbell rings.

“Hey Betty, Merry Christmas!” Your dad says, hugging his neighbor.

She spots you and lights up. “Hi Rowan! Oh, how nice to see you, dear. You look beautiful as always.” She turns back to your dad and you can see the anxiety building. “I’m so sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve, but my car won’t start and I’m supposed to be at church soon to help the kids with their program and I didn’t know who else to ask, my son isn’t coming in until tomorrow morning and he’s no good with cars and-“

“Hey, it’s okay. I told you to let me know if you need anything and I meant it, now I’ll come look at it and see what I can do” your dad reassures her and you can see the tension ease from her shoulders.

“I can help, I know a thing or a two about engines,” Bradley says, slipping on his coat.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose on your family time-“ she starts but Bradley and your dad are already ushering her out the door, asking her questions about what it’s doing.

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You help Laura with supper, and not even 10 minutes later Bradley’s back, but only for a second. “Can you hand me your dad’s keys? We’re to take Betty to church and pick up a battery on the way back.”

You hand them over, “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all, she’s sweet.” He says, kissing you on the cheek and closing the door behind him.

Laura smiles. “That boy is something, Row.”

“He sure is. I think he’s the one.” You say, surprisingly yourself a little.

“I think so too.”

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2 hours later the guys are back, with a giant plate of Christmas goodies.

“She was not happy that we wouldn’t take her money, so she just kind of shoved this in my hands as I was leaving,” Bradley laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips in greeting. “Sorry supper got messed up.”

“That’s okay. It was really nice of you to help her. It’s been hard on her since her husband died a few years ago and she has a hard time asking for help. Thank you both.” You say, looking at your dad too.

“Bradley did most of the work, my hands don’t work in the cold like they used to,” he says, slapping Bradley on the back. Your heart swells, that’s huge coming from your hard-ass father.

Supper is quick, and the guys offer to clean up as you and Laura start Home Alone in the living room.

Visions of sugar plums dance in your head as you drift off tucked into Bradley’s chest.

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A/N: I don’t even know.

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