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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Easy, Baby

Summary: Ari just wants to do his part to help you relax.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Fingering, Bubble Baths, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This random bit of Ari goodness is dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner, @blogbog710, and @writer84. As well as anyone else who could use some love after a long day. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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“Hello..?” You push open the partially cracked door to your bathroom. “Ari, are you in here?” Clad in only a pink satin robe – a gift that had been waiting for you on the table when you’d gotten home – you take a tentative step inside.

Only to stop short when you’re greeted by the sight of candles strewn about the dimly lit room. For a moment you stand in the doorway, content to watch the flames dance as they cast intimate shadows along the walls.

“Welcome home, Bird.” Your man smiles at you from his perch on the edge of the tub. He dips a finger in the water, testing the temperature. “I see you found your gift. How’s the fit?” Satisfied that it’s to his liking, he turns off the faucet to give you his full attention.

“It’s…it’s great. Gorgeous, actually” You respond, absently toying with the garment’s belt. “But what’s all this?”

“Just a little something to help you relax.” Ari simply shrugs before motioning for you to do a little twirl, which you do. He groans low in his throat when he gets a good look at your ass. “You said you had a long day. Which may or may not have come at the end of an even longer week. So I thought that…”

He trails off before rising to his feet to bridge the distance between you in three long strides. Using two fingers he tilts your chin so that you’re gazing into his eyes. You don’t need him to tell you that you looked tired, not when the exhaustion you felt was written so plainly all over your face.

“I just thought that we’d see to it that you got a good night’s sleep.” Ari leans in to gently brush his lips over yours. It’s not quite a tease, but nonetheless, you find yourself offering up your willing mouth for more.

Right now you wanted everything that your thoughtful Beast was willing to offer. Plus a little extra.

“I’m okay. But I could use more kisses though.” Standing on your tiptoes you go to nip at his jaw, relishing the deep growl that rumbles in his chest. “Now, please.”

Instead of giving in like you expect him to, Ari pulls away – eliciting a whine from you before you can stop it. You’re just about to tell him that you’re willing to forgo sleep in favor of satisfying another, much more primal, urge when his hands suddenly begin undoing the haphazardly tied knot on your robe.

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re not in charge right now.” A wolfish grin slowly spreads across his handsome features as he slides the garment off your shoulders, content to let it fall to the floor at your feet.

“But –” Granted, he rarely ever let you be in charge. But still…

“Hush.” His tone, while soft, brooks no room for argument. “Now, let’s get you into the bath while the water’s still warm.” Picking up your now nude body, he carries you to the tub before gently lowering you down into the heated depths.

It was your favorite feature – this custom built fixture that was big enough to accommodate both you and your mountain of a boyfriend.

You can’t help but sigh in bliss as the water envelopes you, acting as a soothing balm for your weary muscles. “You coming?” Your eyes slowly droop as Ari makes quick work of stripping off his clothes, tossing his black sweats into a random corner of the room.

“Now, I’d have to be awfully stupid to refuse an offer like that.”

Less than a moment later, your man helps you sit up so that he can join you. Water sloshes this way and that, threatening to spill over the edge out of the tub as he gets settled. And then his thick arms wrap themselves around your middle, tugging you close so that you’re resting against the broad expanse of his chest.

“Comfortable?” Ari’s large, slightly roughened hands go to massage away any residual tenseness in your shoulders. He presses a sweet kiss against the shell of your ear, enjoying the way you shiver at his touch.

“Very.” Your head falls to the side to grant him greater access to your throat. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck, letting his teeth graze over your thrumming pulse. His chestnut brown locks tickle your skin as he continues to lavish you with his own special brand of attention.

Some days you were so incredibly grateful to belong to this beautiful man. He always took such good care of you – worshiped you, even. Ari Levinson was the type who prided himself on loving his woman in all the ways she desperately needed to be loved.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in that beautiful mind of yours, Bird.” Ari whispers a feverish litany of kisses down the back of your neck, emitting a low moan of pleasure as he does. “What’s going on up there?”

Your man was starving for a taste of you. And he was becoming hungrier by the second. But before he took you in all the ways he’d spent the day fantasizing about, he was going to see to it that you were sufficiently relaxed.

Right now nothing else in the world mattered. Not work. Not deadlines. Nothing. It was just you and Ari. The two of you, together against the world.

“It – it’s not all that important. At least not really.” You tell him, lifting your arms out of the water to wind them around his neck from behind. “You’re what matters, honey.”

“Oh yeah?” One of Ari’s hands leaves your shoulders to dip between your breasts, his wandering fingers pausing briefly to pinch your nipple.

“Yes. What really fucking matters is that, after a terrible fucking day, I get to come home to you and…” An unexpected lump forms in your throat. “...We get to be together like this. I’m just so unbelievably grateful for that, you know?”

Ari hums in approval as he moves on, tracing a sensual path along your skin. His hand splays across your belly so that he can draw you closer to his body, letting you feel the physical proof of his unquenched desire.

“You sure seem happy.” You muse, arching your back when you feel his eager fingers find their way below the water’s surface in search of new and exciting territory. A small whine escapes when he parts your sensitive folds to play with your aching clit.

“Always am when I’m with you.” He rasps, his tone laced with satisfaction as your hips buck sharply, sending water sloshing over the side of the tub. “The way I see it, I’ve gotta do everything in my power to keep you in my home and in my bed. And if it means I have to subject myself to a little bubble bath every now and again to make sure you never think of leaving me, then so be it.”

You let out a snort before you can catch it. Sometimes your boyfriend was capable of conjuring up the most ridiculous scenarios, including the occasional one that had him convinced that he didn’t deserve you.

Fucking bullshit if you’d ever heard it. Your handsome beast had clearly taken one too many blows to the head.

“Ari…” You murmur, your voice filled with quiet amusement. “I think that for this to be a bubble bath there’d have to be, oh, I don’t know, some actual freaking bubbles. And you’d – ooh!”

One sly finger enters you, slowly pumping in and out of your inviting heat. Ari then uses his free hand to lift your leg up and onto the edge of the bath, opening you up to his hedonistic assault. Soon a second digit joins the first, curling and twisting inside you as he works to find your spot.

That special spot he knew would have fireworks and magic dancing behind your eyes.

“Now look here, woman.” He growls as he slowly increases his pace. “You’ve got a lot of pretty smelling, frilly shit to choose from in that closet. Any man could get overwhelmed, just like I did. So how about you do me a kindness and pretend we’re swimming in some bubbles, okay?” His teeth go back to nipping at your ear, playfully sucking the lobe into his warm mouth.

“O–okay, Beast.” The soft mewl spills its way past your lips as the heel of his big palm begins to grind against your swollen bud. “Aww, fu–fuck! Ari!” Your hips move in time with his erotic ministrations as he pushes you higher and higher.

You feel the coil in your belly tighten, pleasure steadily coursing through your veins. Meanwhile, your man’s hand remains on your thigh – holding you open for him. Forcing you to take everything he’s hellbent on giving you.

“Swear to God, you’ve got the tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Ari’s sinful whisper has your eyes fluttering closed as your fingers reach up to tease your nipple, sending white-hot sparks shooting straight to your core. “Did you know that? Hmm?”

“Ungh!” You whine, your hips jerking in his hold as your man continues to play your body like you’re his favorite instrument. Your hand then cups your heavy breast, wantonly kneading the tempting weight as goosebumps breakout across your heated flesh.

Fuck! This was too much!

You try to pull away as the sheer force of your pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. “Aww. Don’t go runnin’ on me, Bird.” His grip on your thigh loosens so that he can once again wrap a muscled arm around your waist to keep you still. “Don’t run. Not unless you want your Beast to give chase.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Comes your breathless chant as he continues to stoke the flames of your passion. “God–fuck–Ari–pleeease!” You wail as your mind is robbed of all sense.

You were so desperate for release. So fucking close you could practically taste your impending orgasm. And then your man picks that moment to slant his mouth over yours, catching a wild sob as it bubbles its way out of your chest.

“Easy, baby.” Ari soothes, his tongue sweeping past your lips to dominate your mouth. “That’s it. Give me a good one.” He briefly pulls away to nibble his way along your jaw, teasing you to the brink. “Be sweet and show me you can do as you’re told.”

“Oo–fuuuck!” You cry as you crest over the edge of hedonistic madness into bliss. More water spills out of the tub and onto the floor, but you’re beyond caring right now.

Ari always made you want to be so good for him. He craved your submission the same way you craved his rewards. And he was never one to disappoint.

He doesn’t stop, determined to push you even further. Your chest heaves as raw, unfiltered ecstasy makes your body sing. Ari’s heavy erection rests against your back, his cock twitching when notices the way your toes curl. It’s a deliciously carnal reminder of the exciting pleasures yet to come.

Only when the haze begins to clear do you finally notice how cool the water has become. But Ari isn’t done with you, not by longshot.

“That was a good one, Bird.” He leans forward to turn on the tap, all the while continuing to lazily pet and caress your still spasming cunt. “Bet it tasted even better.” You don’t respond, you’re brain too busy balancing your frenzied, buzzing nerves.

“I’m going to heat things up. While we wait, how about we see if you can give me one more like I know you can, hm?” Ari whispers a kiss across your damp brow. It’s followed by a sensual brush of his fingers over your sensitive clit.

“That way your Beast will know when you’re officially nice and relaxed.”

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darkbluekies · 10 months

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The Hedwig diaries: I want to kill

Warnings: mentions of wanting to kill, yandere, jealousy, obsession

Dear diary, I want to kill and you have to believe it's more than just selfish reasons. I don't know what else to do. I respect everyone, why can't they respect me? Why does no one think that my relationship is serious? I love Y/N more than anything else in this entire world! Am I the only one seeing that? Certainly not, right?

Someone tried to approach them today in the cafeteria. I could see in an instant that he had no good intentions. I've tried to get Y/N to ditch the grotesque cafeteria food, but they won't hear me out … I can't for the life of me understand why. I've told them that I can get my chef to make lunchboxes for us both, but they squirm when I'm trying. I think it's because of what others will think. Y/N wants to blend in and not stand out. Being with me only complicates that. They told me once that if they would start eating food from my house, they'd stand out even more — people might even think they're a gold digger, that they're using me. I know Y/N, I know they're not. Why do they have to care what others think so badly?

Anyways, this person who talked to my love finally admitted his defeat when Y/N told him to go away. I hugged their arm and they told me that it was okay. They could sense that I got uncomfortable. Bless their wonderful soul. But it wasn't okay. How could anything be okay when someone had just tried to steal my partner in front of me?! As if it didn't even matter?!

I tried not to sulk for the rest of the day, but there was a nagging feeling that I couldn't shake off. Although that person had stepped away, the audacity of them to ask in the first place made me furious and I knew that I wouldn't be able to relax as long as they were around. As long as they breathe. It still makes my blood boil writing now.

"Can I do something to cheer you up?" Y/N asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Y/N? Do something wrong? How could they ever think such nonsense?! I could tell how worried they were and I instantly felt bad that my horrible mood spilled over to them — to the point where they had started blaming themselves. I kissed them and I hope that was enough to reassure them that they were the most non-wrong thing in my life. Plus, I bought them a juice box from the vending machine to make them happy. They did smile a bit afterwards ♡

Y/N is sleeping right now. They look so sweet, I wish I could keep this moment forever. I've taken countless photos … but I want more. Photos and videos aren't enough. I want to freeze this time and stay here forever. I want to be this moment, as crazy as it may sound. I'm going to bed soon too, but I had to get this out of me or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I've never been so furious before. I've never wanted to kill before. I've never liked horror or gore of any kind, but when it comes to Y/N … then it just feels like the only solution. I don't want anyone to look at them the way I do. I don't like it when others capture their precious time. It makes my skin crawl.

I'm going to put down the pen and join my dearest. I’m exhausted after this stressful day. I’m going to ask Y/N if they want to go to the spa tomorrow to relax.

Yours truly,

Hedwig

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floshoe · 11 months

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Hey! 🥰

Firstly, there’s no pressure at all to write this!! If you wanna, awesome, if you don’t, that’s also okay 🥰

Can I please request Yelena Belova x Fem! Bishop! Reader (or GN, you can pick ☺️) & College AU?

Reader is Kates younger sister (only by a year) & has been studying non stop & also working in their free time, leaving them to almost no time to themselves at all. Yelena comes over one afternoon to feed Lucky as per Kates request because she knew reader would be too busy studying to remember & Yelena can see how tired and worn out reader is.

She tries to get reader to take a break but it’s finals so everything is stressing reader out. Eventually Yelena convinces reader to take a break & reader who is extremely tired accidentally tells Yelena they like her before falling asleep. When reader wakes up, Yelena is still there & Reader is confused. Yelena tells them she likes them too but was too afraid to say anything.

Fic ends with Yelena and Reader cuddled on the sofa (because Yelena convinces reader to get some more sleep) & Kate comes home and sees them & is confused, when she goes to speak Yelena hush’s her and says “don’t wake my girl! I just got her to sleep again” leaving Kate even more confused.

Again, you don’t have to write this, it’s just one of the many ideas I have for Yelena 🥰💖

My Girl

Yelena Belova x Fem! Bishop Reader (fem was in mind but I don’t think I used any pronouns)

a/n: thank you so much for giving me a chance to write this because I have been having trouble coming up with new ideas for her. I’ve been following you for a while and I love your fics. I hope I did your request justice and enjoy. :)

a/n 2: this is also my first post and it's given me inspiration to hopefully post some of my drafts after this too!

Do you have a problem? Maybe. But that's not on your mind currently; passing your finals is and is way more important to you than sleep right now. Your sister Kate has expressed her concern for your nonstop studying and not taking care of yourself but hasn't had much success in getting you to stop.

Like her, you are annoyingly good at being stubborn, so she's decided to let you work yourself out. Whenever you get home from classes you get right back into studying, as soon as you get home from work you study, you study on your breaks.

Wanting to be a nurse leaves no time for relaxing when it comes to finals. There's so much you need to know and having wanted to be a nurse since you were little, getting a bad grade on these finals is not an option.

And another thing you have accidentally neglected is Kate's dog Lucky, and because of that Kate asked Yelena if she could head over to your shared apartment and feed her because she knows you won't. Which also means you don't notice Yelena walking into the apartment, feeding Lucky, or walking into your room.

Since Kate has talked to her about your current situation, Yelena is also worried about you overworking yourself. She knows a little about working yourself past your limit, so she was hoping to possibly convince you to take a rest. Kate told her it was a lost cause but Yelena being Yelena she decided to try anyway.

She watches as your head bobs up and down a couple times from the exhaustion. She watches you for about 5 minutes before making her presence known.

"Someone could've broken in and killed you by now you know," she casually says.

"Holy shit!" you jump not realizing she was there. "How long have you been standing there?" As you turned around to face her, she sees the swollen dark circles under your eyes making her more worried.

"Long enough, you really need a break. I'm serious, someone could've easily broken in and you wouldn't have noticed," she expresses her worry.

You just stare at her because of the lack of food and sleep, your brain can't think of what to do or say. Your brain wakes up when she seemingly teleports in front of you and snaps her fingers in your face.

You jump again, "hm?"

"You need to take a break dekta," she tells you. But the thought of walking away from studying right now scares you since your finals are next week and you still have so much to do.

"I can't Lena, I still has so much to do," you shake your head.

"When was the last time you ate or slept?" Yelena asks.

You shrug your shoulders, and she sighs and nods her head, and before your brain can catch up, she lifts you up from your desk chair and lays you on your bed.

"What are you doin?" you slur a little bit from the comfort of laying down in your bed after who knows how long.

"You are going to take a nap, then you are going to take a shower and eat something," she states matter of factly.

"What? No Lena-"

"No. You're going to take a nap right now. What you're doing right now is dangerous and your brain probably can't retain all of the information you're taking in anyway because it is exhausted." She kneels down beside you next to your bed. "Your brain needs a break."

You tried listening to her, but your exhausted brain can only think about how close she is to you right now. She sees you staring at her lips with your dazed eyes and blames the staring on your lack of sleep.

Your brain short-circuits for a second when she leans against your headboard right next to you. "Neither of us are leaving this bed until you take a nap, so I suggest you get to it."

Your roll over to look at again and give her a goofy smile before you say, "You're pretty."

Yelena's heart stops for a second and feels her cheeks warm before she collects herself and says, "you're one to talk dekta."

In return you feel your cheeks get warmer too and as your mind wonders you can't help but say "I like you Lena," before you close your eyes and fall asleep.

Yelena just sits there for a second. Sure, she had thought about you in that way before but never thought anything would come of it because you're her best friend's little sister. Your passion in becoming a nurse is admirable to her and she loves how much you want to help people; you have even helped patch her up couple times. But only because she thought that you could use the practice.

She sits in her thoughts before she feels herself getting hungry and decides to go ahead and make some food. And Kate being the good friend she is, always has some boxes of mac and cheese and hot cause laying around for Yelena.

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When you wake up, you're confused, like how did you get into bed. You notice that you kind of smell so you get up to hop in the shower. When you're done and changed into clean clothes you sit on you bed facing your desk. Feeling dread as you remember how much there's left to do.

That's when you hear Yelena talking to Lucky in the kitchen and remember- oh no. You told her you liked her. You don't know how you're going to face her now...

You don't have much of a choice since Yelena walks in with a bowl of mac and cheese that she'd warmed up for you.

"I made some macaroni, you want some?" she asks you.

All you can do is nod and she walks to your bed and sits down next to you and hands you the bowl.

"Thanks," you tell her and take a bite and that makes you realize how hungry you actually are and dig in. The whole bowl is gone with a couple minutes.

"Someone was hungry," Yelena jokes. Your cheeks warm in embarrassment before she takes the bowl to the kitchen. You follow her out of your room and walk into the living room and sit down on the couch and turn on the TV.

As Yelena washes the dishes, she smiles at the domesticity of it, washing the dishes after making your food and seeing you on the couch finding something to watch.

After she's done with the dishes, she walks into the living room and sits down next to you. You lean towards her and put your head on her shoulder, she tenses before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and leaning her head against yours. You relax more into her arms and smile.

"I like you too," she tells you.

You freeze for a second before looking up at her with a shy smile. She glances at your lips for second, and in a moment of confidence you lean in and press her lip against yours. She kisses back and it's the greatest feeling in the world for both of you. She cups your face to deepen it before you both need to breathe.

She rubs her thumb on your cheek and pecks your lips again and you lean back into her arms. She can tell you're still sleepy, so she lays back onto the couch and pulls you with her, so your head is laying on her chest. She kisses your head and leans her head against yours before focusing on the TV. You cuddle into her and fall into the best sleep you've had in weeks.

A few hours later Kate walks in the door and notices the two of you on the couch. She's about to say something before Yelena says, "Don't wake my girl! I just got her back to sleep again!" She whisper yells at your sister.

Kate raises her hands in mock surrender and walks into room. but not before giving Yelena, we're going to talk about this later look. Yelena rolls her eyes before looking at you again. She can't help but smile in overwhelming happiness that she gets to hold you like this.

And everything is okay, even its just for a little while.

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I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any critiques, please let me know because I'm hoping to get better at my writing!

I'm always open to requests so if you have any ideas send them in and I'll take a shot at it!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #kate bishop x sister!reader

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rdr2stories · 25 days

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"Those beautiful features." Jovier fanfiction.

A short fanfiction about Javier admiring John's features as they sit around the fire in camp.

Javier’s soft voice was carried out of the camp and into the cool night by the breeze coming in from the lake surrounding Clemens Point. It sent a shiver down his spine, but the fire kept him warm enough to stay, that and the sight of the man on the other side of the fire draped in the poncho he had offered him a few hours prior, the man who kept his heavy eyelids from falling in, the man who often accompanied him when the rest of the gang had fallen asleep.

Over the guitar, Javier glanced at the beautiful man on the other side of the flames. He was singing of those features in the language of his home, the language that at camp was his, in a language, he could speak secrets in and they would remain his. He could sing about his love freely in a way he never could at home.

The man’s dark brown eyes were slid half closed, he was at the edge of drifting off, finally relaxing after a tense day, a tense life, a life where his guard was up by default. His stubble beard was growing long, enough that Miss Grimshaw had complained that he looked like a caveman as if the healing, still swollen scars didn’t do a good enough job at that. They were the most beautiful features Javier had ever seen, he wanted to remember them forever.

He had never been much of a poet, he could never make words sound beautiful, but he could make songs sound beautiful, though not anywhere enough to do the silly grin or rough laugh justice. No one knew what the song was about, they didn’t know he sang about the long beautiful hair or sharp yet soft jawline, and he was grateful for that because no one could know how much he wished he could have the man he knew he could never have.

“I think I will call it a night,” Charles said as he stood from the place he had sat next to Javier who had at the same time completely forgotten that he had been there yet been painfully aware of him.

Javier gave Charles a small nod as he left the singing man and his muse to themselves. He continued to sing, every now and then glancing up at John who sat slumped up against the wooden box that Arthur had sat on earlier that night when it hadn’t just been the two but the whole camp around the fire. He had finally fallen asleep, a rare sight but one that Javier found was recurring more and more frequently around him. It made his heart flutter knowing that the man who was already on guard, ready to jump, trusted him enough to relax around him.

He would rather give his life than break that trust.

Javier leaned his guitar against the side of the chair he sat on, taking a moment to admire the man in the light of the fire and the silence of the night where he lay vulnerable and bare. How strange he looked, like a small scared boy trapped in the body of a man with too much on his shoulders. A man whose childhood had gone too fast, a man who deserved better. Underneath those scars was a mere boy wearing the face of a man to protect himself.

Getting to his feet, Javier couldn’t help but smile to himself. He made his way around the fire to the sleeping man, quietly sitting down next to him. John trusted him enough to keep him safe and so he would, becoming a shield that the grown boy could behind from the world behind.

By the time the fire was dwelling out, Javier still sat by John’s side, enjoying the moment of silence and peace in his hectic life. He was watching the stars, imagining what it would be like to be up there amongst them, looking down at the world, providing beauty for all to see. He didn’t even notice John stirring awake ever so softly and laying his head on the shoulder of the man beside him.

Javier stiffened and looked down at John with wide eyes, terrified that his heart might jump right out of his chest and bare his feelings right then and there.

“Thank you” John spoke lowly, avoiding to look up at Javier’s eyes as his own cheeks went red.

“Of course, compadre,” Javier replied, his heart aching in his chest at the sudden affection that he knew would only be momentary, a choice made by a sleep-deprived John who wasn’t fully thinking straight, but no matter how much it hurt Javier would never turn it down. No matter how much it hurt, he would never refuse it.

John’s breathing quickened in the silent night before he looked up at Javier, his eyes wide and frantic, terrified yet pleading, asking for something that Javier couldn’t figure out as he readjusted himself, worry taking over his body as he took in John’s panicked face. “What is it-?”

Before Javier could get to finish the sentence John’s lips were on his, gentle as if he was scared his rough and cracked mouth would break the other man.

Javier could feel the stubbled beard scratching against his chin and cheek, caressing him and pulling his fluttering heart back into his body, back into the moment. His hand went to John’s cheek, his thumb tracing over the healing scars, gently letting his skin memorize the feeling of his. Whether this be a decision made in foolishness or one of truth, he would enjoy it like it was the last because he knew that it might be.

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chaotictarlos · 4 months

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tarlos fics by chaotictarlos

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

I know a lot of people are doing a rewatch soon so I thought I'd make a masterlist of my fics by season. These are only fics that go with episodes. If you want to read my other Tarlos fics you can check out my ao3: happygowriting

Season 1

the night we met || TK has finally said yes to being his boyfriend, to trying out the whole relationship thing ago. However, his happiness is short lived when he gets news about someone from his past.

Season 2

Mine || TK flirts with a bartender and Carlos takes him home to show him who’s boss.

Unprofessional || The morning before TK became Carlos’ “friend from work”.

Season 3

I'll be missing you || It’s been months since they’ve seen each other but the holidays have TK feeling lonely and needing Carlos. Even as he tries not to, he craves his touch and company.

back to you || 107 days since he had felt Carlos’s arms wrapped around him and it killed him every day he went without it. He missed the smell of Carlos’ cologne and how it always lingered after they hugged. He missed the feeling of Carlos kissing him awake, the way “good morning” always sounded extra special when it was coming from a sleep Carlos. He missed the way Carlos would make him feel safe and secure after a bad call. The way Carlos would look at him, soft eyes seeing right through him. But most of all he missed how he felt when he was with Carlos and how the world was made of colors again. Because without Carlos everything was gray and TK was just barely hanging on.

the one I want || TK gets Carlos to take his shirt off.

be okay || Carlos hears that there was a shooting with the 126 involved but doesn’t know TK’s okay

down to clown || TK makes it up to Carlos for bringing home a lizard.

A thousand times yes || TK and Carlos celebrate their engagement.

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces || An exploration of emotions. The Breakup Era from Carlos' POV

Season 4

where do we go from here? - TK POV Coda || TK finds out Carlos' secret and they talk about it

how did we (i) get here? - Carlos Begins || A look at Carlos, from when he was younger to present. Or, in which I meant to write a Carlos POV Coda and wrote a Carlos begins and so much more.

And in your hands, is all of me - the parts I never let you have - Carlos POV Coda || Carlos has a secret he needs to tell TK, and it's killing him to get it out. Sequel to how did we (i) get here? Carlos POV coda to 4 x 01

All Night Long || TK has some feelings about seeing Carlos in plaid.

Waiting up for you || After the 126 gang goes home, TK waits up for Carlos who never comes home.

do you still want me like i want you? || TK can't get Carlos words out of his head. He can't help but feel maybe this is all a mistake and that Carlos is regretting saying yes to him.

"It's yours" || “TK,” he says softly. The two syllables of his name falling from Carlos’ lips is enough to get TK to move his feet and push into the room. Carlos reaches out and TK immediately grabs onto his hand, clinging to it desperately. When he feels Carlos’ warm skin under his, he lets out a sigh, his body relaxing.

Let me be your shoulder || Carlos struggles to let TK help.

beneath your hands, i come apart || TK gets his dessert and shows Carlos how much he loves him.

in the quiet with you || “We had the craziest call tonight,” TK says as he sets the table for dinner, freshly clean from his shower. “What was it about?” Carlos asks where he’s finishing up at the stove, dinner almost ready. “This man came in with his wife on a refrigerator dolly, hanging upside down, claiming that if she’s not upside down then she dies.” TK chuckles slightly, still amazed at the memory, setting out the various sauces and toppings for the tacos that Carlos has made.

you're all i need || TK and Carlos finally get a night to themselves to reconnect and relax after some hectic wedding planning.

these moments with you || A soft moment between TK and Carlos

off duty || Carlos is at home when he hears about an ambulance exploding.

after gala fun || Carlos and TK have some fun after the gala

Dreamy Officer Reyes and his Nincompoop || Carlos and TK have some roleplay fun.

A future without you is no future at all || Carlos and TK talk again later that night about kids and Carlos tells TK more about the fears that he has.

Lost in You || TK comes home making wife jokes and Carlos reminds him who he belongs to.

Pudding Punishment || Carlos faces some fun consequences to stealing the pudding.

after work conversations || Carlos ices TK's face while they talk about their day.

in sickness and in health || All Carlos has ever wanted is to love TK and live a life by his side, now that's threatened by yet another thing that he can't control.

Words left unsaid || Carlos deals with his grief after his father's funeral

Vacation Eyes || TK and Carlos start their honeymoon.

The Loft || TK and Carlos decide that they're going to stay home for their honeymoon instead of going someplace else.

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minevn · 4 months

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Merry Christmas~ Love, Mine

TW: Yani's entire character honestly, Health hazards due to beauty standards, Hoshi says some outta pocket stuff to Jun about starving. Let me know if I've missed anything

You had made a mistake honestly. You should've known that this was going to be chaotic, a mess, and maybe even damper your own Christmas.

You wanted to hang out with everyone though. Was it really too much to ask for? Just a calm, relaxing, fun Christmas with your friends. No! At least you didn't think so. The world had other plans for you though.

About a week ago you went into work, it was the same as usual. While you were taking care of customers orders you couldn't help but think about Christmas and how close it was. Every year Haruto, Aki, Kage, Jun, and you all throw a little Christmas party, a nice gathering to hang out with friends, and family on their end. It's always been fun, even if it gets a bit hectic at times. You've been a little swamped with work though, it's the holidays and people are going to treat themselves to the good ol' Kikuchi restaurant, anyways you haven't had a lot of time to set up things at your place. You'd do that later tonight.

If you weren't exhausted by the end of your shift.

Which you usually are...

"What are you spacing out for, dumbass." A gentle smack to the back of your head snaps you out of your thoughts. Of course, you recognize that voice anywhere from about a years worth of suffering this dude placed upon you. Kikuchi Hoshi. He's mellowed out some around you, you could even classify as friends! Well...that's mainly going off of how they treated you before. It still doesn't look like you two are friends from an outside perspective.

"Sorry! I was thinking about Christmas. I'm throwing the annual Christmas party this year and haven't had time to decorate at all." You explained before quickly getting back to work. You mind barely went back to the Christmas party for the rest of the shift. However, you felt Hoshi's eyes on you the entire rest of the shift.

Your shift was FINALLY over and you were getting ready to close up and head home. Yeah, you'd set up for Christmas tomorrow. "Bye you three." You waved goodbye to the Kikuchi family before turning around and walking.

"Uhm, wait! Excuse me, Y/n?" You turned around to face Mr. Kikuchi. "I heard you were throwing a Christmas party? Would you please allow Habiki and Hoshi to celebrate with you?" He put his large hands on his son's shoulders in a very fatherly way and gave you a smile. "They've always celebrated with me and I would like them to go have fun and celebrate with some friends, or friend, as you are their only friend." Your eyes widened at the request. You gave an awkward smile as you looked between the two. Their body language saying 'I don't want to go and I'd only be going cause my father made me.' but with the way their eyes kept glancing at you with expectancy, their face even faltering when you take longer then you should to respond. That tells you they wanted to go but didn't know how to ask.

"Yeah, they can come. We'd be more then happy to have them." You can't find it in your heart to deny such a request. you feel bad about making such a decision without confronting the rest of the group about it first, but that guilt doesn't last long. Seeing Mr. Kikuchi smile at me before whispering something in his sons ears, seeing Hoshi eyes light up with excitement, seeing a small smile form on Habiki's face, all of that makes you feel good about your impulsiveness. You wave and continue walking home.

When you get home you feel rejuvenated from the pleasant interaction with your boss and his sons. You have enough energy and motivation to set up for Christmas now!

...

You didn't sleep at all, but that's okay! You'll just drink 10 cups of coffee today, it'll be okay! You take a quick shower before work and head out, early, cause you need to get two for the morning. You head over to the coffee shop near your work place and ask for two coffee's. As you go to pay a hand stops you before handing the cashier their cash instead. You look up and see Kei smiling down at you.

"Kei?"

"Good morning, Y/n. You didn't sleep last night?" His eyes examine your face, mainly your dark eyebags. His brows furrowed in worry as he gently cupped your cheek. "You really should take better care of yourself, Y/n. I could take care of you if you want."

"What? I couldn't hear that last part."

"Don't worry about it, I was mainly speaking to myself." He smiled down at you before pointing to his seat. "Can you take a seat and save mine please? Rest, I'll get your drink." He let go of you and you did as asked, relaxing and saving his seat.

In no time he brought back your coffee's and sat them down in front of you, before sitting down himself. "Thank you, Kei." you smiled before taking a much needed drink of the coffee.

"Of course, anytime." He smiled at you before his smile faded. He interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them. "Why did you stay up so late?"

"Oh! I had to set up for a Christmas party. I got some energy and motivation last night, so I decided to just do it." Kei let out a hum in response as he watched you drink more of my coffee. Good, he can watch you thoroughly enjoy his gift! Gift...Kei... "Hey, you wanna come to the party?" You smiled at him, happily enjoying his startled reaction.

"That sounds...lovely. Thank you, Y/n."

"Of course, anytime." You chuckled as you quoted him before standing up. "I gotta head to work now. Thanks for the coffee once again!" He nodded and waved bye to you, watching you head across the street and to your own work.

You walk into work and head to the staff room to put on your work cap and apron before heading about your daily work activities. 'Maybe I should invite everyone? I already bought their gifts last month. If I invite them all then I don't need to make extra trips to give them their gifts, we can just exchange them at the party.' Hours pass and work goes by as usual, except the coffee is wearing off and the customers voices are sounding more slurred to you.

"Y/n!" You almost don't hear it, you're too sleepy, but you do thankfully and turn towards your good friend, Minato.

"Good night, Minato..." You give him a sleepy smile. His brows immediately furrow in worry, not that you see it. He places a large hand on your forehead before pulling it away.

"Did you sleep well?" Minato crosses his arms as he stares down at you.

"I didn't sleep at all."

"You really need to take better care of yourself!" Getting scolded by someone as kind as Minato actually makes you feel bad for a minute but then you see a smile form on his face as he shakes his head. "Did something happen? You could always call me if you need me."

"I was decorating for a Christmas party. You can come too Minato, I'm sure everyone would be pleased to have you." You smile again, your excitement for a Christmas party with all of my friends sounding lovely. (Must've forgotten who they are😞)

"Am I really allowed?" You smile more seeing his excitement grow as well.

"I don't see why or how it would be a problem. Do you want to come? If you need time to think about it that's okay, just let me know before Christmas." He looked so excited, like he would accept in a heartbeat, but then he faltered, clearly thinking about it. It makes sense, he's probably always spent Christmas with his grandparents and he wouldn't want them to be lonely or have something happen to them while he wasn't there. "Think about it Minato and get back to me, it's okay." You place a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks. Sorry I would love to come but my grandparents..."

"I know. It's okay, take all the time you need. If you can't make it this year that's okay. I'll find a time to drop by and give you my gift." His face flushed and he nodded shyly as a thank you.

"You need coffee?"

"10 of them" You laugh, letting him know you were clearly joking. He'd probably pass out from nervousness if he knew you were being serious. He nods and then leaves, letting you head back to work just in time as more customers roll in. You feel more energized just from having that conversation. Could still use that coffee though.

Minato comes back and hands you a large coffee. "Here you go." you take the coffee with a thank you before starting to drink. "Make sure you get sleep tonight and don't drink too much coffee. If you need help waking up in the morning I have ways that can help."

"Thanks Minato." He nods before waving bye to you and leaving. Thanks to the coffee You're more awake for the rest of your shift.

You sigh and put your apron and hat back in your locker. "What do you want?" Hoshi asks rudely while Habiki stares you down. You tense up, remembering how they used to treat you.

"Uhm what? I didn't say anything."

"What? NO! For Christmas!" Hoshi rubs his temples as he glares at you.

"Oh I don't need anything, thank you though." You'd feel bad asking for anything when you don't really know how close you two are. Still, you're surprised that they even thought about getting you anything. The first year all Hoshi gave you was a cruel prank.

"I didn't ask if you NEEDED anything, I asked what you WANTED." You tensed again. He's stubborn and absolutely would not let this go until you gave him an answer.

"I think their brain is fried. They drank three coffee's today."

"Seriously! Did you not sleep well?" Despite his earlier angry tone, he relaxed a little, his eyes and voice hold hints of worry.

"I was so excited for the Christmas party after inviting you two that I got energy to decorate, but I ended up not sleeping." You sheepishly admit, playing with your hair.

"So you're saying this is out fault?" Habiki was teasing, though you couldn't tell

"NO! I just got excited. I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with my friends." You yawned before continuing with a smile. "Its been the same four people for most of my life and now we'll have new people. I think that's nice."

"Whatever, just text me what you want when you think of it."

"Night, Y/n."

"Good night Hoshi and Habiki, see you tomorrow." You wave bye to them as they head out. Finally, the day was over. You'd head home and sleep almost instantly.

You open your front door and beeline to your bedroom. Despite feeling like the urge to just plop down on your bed and sleep would be strong, you still had stuff you need to do. You open you door and see Yani sitting on your bed and staring at you intensely before smiling at you. "Hiya Y/n!"

"Yani?! Uhm hi? What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" You ask looking around panicked. "Actually, I don't wanna know. Anyways I'm gonna grab my pajamas and get changed, brush my teeth and go to sleep so..."

"Sooooooo~" Yani looks at you expectantly and you shoot him a confused look. They pout and plop down on your bed dramatically. "You invited everyone else...invite me too please~!"

"Oh! Yani of course you can come...just don't fight with anyone. Promise me."

"I'd never fight with anyone my love~" Yani chuckles before quickly stopping, seeing your unimpressed expression. "...I promise..." It sighs before sitting up and launching itself off your bed, standing up and hugging you. "Carry on with your night, I'll be seeing you~" They press a quick kiss to your cheek before opening up the window and jumping out, waving bye to you. You blink in confusion. You've known Yani for a while and feel like you REALLY should be used to their weird, reckless behavior. Strangest human you've met most definitely. Honestly, they don't even really seem human, but that's a pretty rude thing to think.

You continue about you night as planned getting some well deserved sleep.

And then the week continues, leading all the way up to Christmas.

You may have forgotten to inform the original group of your new guests...

So here you are inside of your place with all your friends, Jun and Haruto looking at the others with caution, Kage more awkward then usual, and Minato and Aki being the only two that are getting along great.

Yeah, maybe not the best Idea to invite others impulsively. Maybe it would've been better if I had actually remembered to contact the original group and let them know. I messed up.

"Kei, it's...amazing...to see you again after all this time." Haruto says with a forced smile. At least he's being civil this time around, he didn't hide his hatred for Kei back in High School.

"The feelings are mutual." Kei sounds as uncaring as usual. It would be humorous if only it wasn't so awkward.

Jun and Kage are talking amongst themselves, which is understandable since they're the same age and had classes together. Jun probably would talk to Aki instead but she's absorbed in her conversation with Minato. Makes sense, they're the easiest people to get along with as they're both sociable and kind. Hoshi and Habiki are talking to each other since they don't really know anyone else, you're pretty sure they're also aware that others know they used to pick on you often too. Yani is...watching you with a lovesick expression.

"Y/n, can we talk? Privately." Haruto looks your way with an unreadable expression, all you can tell is that he's NOT pleased with this. I stand up nervously and follow Haruto to my bedroom. "Why are they here?? Like seriously, Kei, of ALL people! And what about those twins?? Don't they torment you? And that pink haired person, all they've done this entire time is stare at you. Are you in danger? Did these people threaten you?" Haruto's questions and judgements spilled from his mouth.

"I meant to inform you guys but ended up forgetting. I'm sorry. I was spacing out at work one day and Hoshi asked what I was spacing out for, so I told him I was spacing out thinking about the Christmas party. I guess he told Habiki and his dad about it and they wanted to come. Their dad asked for them, and they looked happy when I accepted." I smile recalling the moment, but then remembered that I had made things uncomfortable. "Minato's-"

"Minato's fine. He can come to Christmas parties if he wants I guess."

"Kei and Yani really aren't that bad." You couldn't help but think 'they're worse then bad' to yourself but refrained from saying anything. Truth be told they still had their good moments more then their bad ones, their bad was just really bad. Okay that mainly just applies to Kei. Yani is...how would one describe Yani? How did you become friends with these people again, normal people wouldn't allow them to come even remotely close to them after what they pulled.

"I just...don't trust those two, especially Kei."

"I understand. I'm sorry it won't happen again. Christmas is our time and I kinda broke the tradition didn't I?" Haruto chuckled slightly before nodding.

"Yeah. Let's go exchange presents and then celebrate Jun's birthday." Haruto walked out of you room and back into the living room with his presents, you sat next to him of course.

"Let's start exchanging gifts!" You said cheerfully, trying to ease the awkward tension. Haruto goes to slide you your gift, but Hoshi haphazardly throws his gift at you. Jun pouts.

"I should've been the first one to exchange presents. Especially with Y/n."

"Well then maybe you should've been faster." Hoshi remarks, a slight smirk on his face. Well, this can't be good. "Why should you be the first to exchange gifts anyways. Are you that special? Crazy, since I've never heard of you."

"Hoshi-"

"I usually exchange gifts first since it's also my birthday."

"Oh. Congratulations on being one year closer to death. Did you know people have a higher change of dying on their birthday then they do any other day? Maybe your time is coming faster then expected, you were so slow like an old, deteriorating person."

"I'M YOUNGER THEN YOU?!"

"I couldn't tell with how slow you were. Seriously, if your so good and special then be faster."

"Who are YOU? Seriously, it's tradition that I choose who to exchange presents with first. You can't just waltz in here like you own the place and ruin this for us."

"You ruined it yourself with how slow you are. Must have lower energy then most people because you look like you hardy eat. What? Too focused on beauty standards. Who gives a shit anyways, we all end up looking the same eventually. See you 6 feet under when we're just skeletons, tell me if you care about beauty then."

"Hoshi!"

"Excuse me? Seriously, who the fuck are you? Coming in here and insulting my sister like that! You don't know anything about her and what she's been through so keep your mouth shut." Oh great, now Aki is mad and joining in.

"I don't need to know anything about this person, I can tell just from looking at her."

"Hoshi, can you knock it off?!" You shout at Hoshi. Out of the corner of your eye you see Yani smile. "You should apologize to jun. Also take this back for now and let Jun exchange her gifts." You turn towards Aki and Jun apologetically. "I'm sorry about, Hoshi."

"Hoshi?"

"You mean the guy that's really awful towards you at work?"

"Y-yeah. Those are the horrendous twins."

"I haven't even done anything yet...?" Habiki shoots Kage a confused glance.

"I've seen the way you two treat Y/n at work. I even got some of that treatment." Despite Kage's timid personality, they shot a glare at the twins.

"They've gotten...better. Today just isn't a good example of it..." You sigh and throw your head back, looking at the ceiling and wondering why it went wrong so quickly.

"Y/N! They're fighting, does that mean I can fight too?" Yani asked with excitement.

"NO! I don't want any fighting!"

"I can do physical fighting if verbal fighting is the problem for you?"

"EVERY fighting is the problem to me!?" You're REALLY starting to regret inviting these people. "Minato, Kei, thank you two for being the best behaved."

"Once again, I haven't even done anything yet."

"I haven't actually done anything either! I just talked about it."

"Both of you just need to stop speaking. Habiki I don't like the use of the word 'yet' in your sentence."

"I think Kei's done something wrong by still being alive..."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you Haruto..." You shot him a glare and he looked at you confused, feigning innocence. "Gift exchange, we are behind schedule people." Jun hands you her gift first, then she hands Aki hers, then Kage's, then Haruto's. In return you all give Jun your gifts that you had gotten her. You then exchanged gifts with your self invited guests. "Alright Jun, I'll go get your cake."

"I can come with you, cutie~!" Jun stood up and started following you. You didn't notice but Yani followed you too. Of course it did, it follows you everywhere... Jun seemed to notice though and shot a glare at Yani. "Go sit down, three's a crowd."

"I agree!" Yani moved closer to Jun and pulled a pocket knife out of her sleeve. Smiling at Jun's horrified face. "Maybe you should go sit down and celebrate your birthday with your friends, Y/n will be out in a little, kay? Stop being annoying and go be patient." Jun backed away and sat down panicked as she kept glancing at Yani who kept watching her. You brought the cake out shortly placed it in front of Jun excitedly, smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas, Jun. But most importantly, happy birthday!"

"T-thank you." Jun's face flushed as she cut the cake to give a slice to everyone. In the end everything worked out. Jun had a happy birthday and you all had a Merry Christmas.

(Happy Holidays from me and the Mine cast! I hope you all had a good Christmas/ Diwali/ Kwanzaa/ Hanukkah/ Yule/ Just a good day!! :3)

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xo-urban · 1 year

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Hi, it's me! I wanted to request another Price fic because I don't see much of him being written here and I really liked how you did him.

This is the request! Price with M!Reader who wakes up from a nightmare (You can decide if they're part of 141 or not) and Price is comforting him and stuff. Sorry if this is random but I hope you find what you can do with it! If you don't take it that's fine too no pressure!

Also, have a good day/night!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY FRIEND 😭😭

You’re Safe

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Summary: You had a nightmare and Price helps you through the night.

Warnings: Not much but it’s comfort and fluff all the way.

Word Count: 1025

It was absolute hell for you, despite being here and breathing.

Recently you had been rescued from the gulag a little too late, of which you fought and saw the horrors that seemed to haunt you even after you’ve left.

Even after it all, you made it, you fought and you killed, battled and bruised, despite being a strong guy who could handle himself pretty well, it didn't mean you always came out scotch free. Your boyfriend, Price, swore to protect you after that, seeing how scared and vulnerable you looked after leaving there.

It’s been days and you’re still paranoid from it, here you were, laying down in the comfort Price provided, getting your hair cleaned and your body rubbed down in a nice intimate bath.

It’s nice to have them every now and then, it was relaxing the way Price massaged your scalp, caressed your shoulder blades from behind with gentle hands, it was like he was handling glass.

You enjoyed the pampering, feeling Price rinse your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your nape. You chuckled softly at the feeling of the man’s beard tickling your skin. “Water’s getting cold my love.. wanna get out and get some rest?” Price peppered soft kisses to your neck, watching you smile.

“With you, anything my love” You replied as you got off him, standing up with the help of the tub sides before stepping out and helping your man up as well. Price thanked you lovingly, taking the back of your hand and kissing it gently before he grabbed a towel and wrapped the two of you up.

You went to your room, putting on a thin shirt, your boxers and some shorts before settling on one side of your bed that you shared, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to get in with you.

Price laid down next to you, taking your body into his strong gentle arms while you snuggled up against him. You smiled as you felt his lips against your forehead, leaving a soft kiss.

You yawned, leaning up towards his lips and kissing him lazily, your legs finding themselves tangled between one another. Price’s hands found their place caressing your waist while you held him close with your arms gently massaging the man’s back.

“Sleep now my love.. I’ll make you breakfast the next morning this time alright?” Price coaxed you gently, his hand finding its way to your hair, massaging your scalp while brushing fallen strands behind your ear.

You found yourself relaxing into his safe haven, eyes growing heavy with all the touch. Each second more weight could be felt on your eyelids before you eventually let them fall shut, lastly seeing you man so happy and calm was truly something perfect that you could take in.

The darkness that loomed welcomed your tired body into a deep slumber, you drifted upon dreams and wonders till your dream bloomed to life.

You were in a cell, a familiar one with blood stained walls as you heard the cries and screams of other men, soldiers begging and crying out in pain while gunshots and grenades sounded through the pit.

This couldn’t be.

Not again.

You panicked as you went to stand, the chains bounding your wrist dag into your skin, tearing it slightly open but enough for blood to rise up and out.

You found yourself running in a matter of seconds down hallways with stinging risks, it was almost like these were just glimpses of what you remember. Your legs buckled beneath you, your arms stung, everything felt sore.

The building shook but it was violent, you don’t remember this happening. The walls began to crack while the roof above you crumbled, the floor rattled as pieces of the roof began to fall.

You ran and ran but the hallway seemed endless, the further you ran, your surroundings became more restless, till a large piece of the roof fell right on top of you, you watched the large debris fall and fall till-

“Love!”

You woke up, gasping for breath as Price was quick to sit you up, taking you into his arms as you gripped tightly on his shirt to stabilize yourself.

“Hey hey.. it’s okay, you’re here, safe my dear” Price whispered, you shook as you realized you had begun to cry from the distressful panic.

You let out a sob you didn’t know you’d been holding back as Price held you tightly to his chest, telling you to take breaths to stable your breathing.

“Hush my love.. it’s okay.. nothing ain’t gonna hurt you as long as I’m alive” Price hushed, kissing your tears as you loosened your hold on him, sighing.

The two of you continued to hold each other till you finally pulled away a bit, looking up to meet Price’s worried gaze. He took a hand to wipe your tears before kissing you ever so gently.

You sighed, leaning your body against your strong man as he swayed the two of you side to side a little, helping you calm down more.

“Was it that bad?” Price asked softly, his hands rubbing your back as you nodded. You let your head rest on his shoulder, a small hesitant smile on your face.

“It was me, back in the place you know..? Price it still haunts me, I don’t ever wanna go back” You whispered, moving your head to the crook of his neck, your hand still holding onto him.

“And you won’t. Ever my love. I swear to it, you’ll be safe, far away from it” Price promised, kissing your temple before moving to lay the two of you back down again.

He threw the covers on again, hiding you in his arms while you sighed contently, knowing that now, you could rest without worry. With Price beside you, nothing could hurt you while you slept, not even the nightmares that haunt you.

You were about to bid Price good night but you were interrupted by a loud snore, leaving you to chuckle to yourself before you kissed his jaw, falling into a comfortable dreamless sleep this time, knowing you’re safe.

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #modern warefare 2 #john price x male reader #captain price x reader #captain price x male reader #cod x male reader #no beta we die like men

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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hi! I loved the crow anon story thing so much it was so great! I was wondering if it was possible if you could do one with like a Honduran bat hybrid reader (magic choice up to you but I thought potion magic would be cute) who overworks themselves a lot and the platonic yans are like ‘>:0’

Aaaawwwww! Honduran bats are so cute!!! I'll see what we can cook up! And potions, yes! May I call you Bat Anon? Let's do it like this:

• You tended to be a busy bee (well, bat). Always cooking up a new potion, picking out ingredients and charms, writing instructions and symptoms for each one, selling the latest in helpful potions and magical ones, such as ones for mental wellness, emotional-filling, and mini good-lucks and warm-feelings, along with fairy-wings and plant-growing and rain-making and so many, many more... It kept your hands and wings busy all night and all day long, overworking your wings and hands trying to make enough!

• Your newest patrons were animal hybrids. Ones who were always asking which ingredients you used and buying any potions that caught their eye. They always complimented you and your craft, and happily told you where to find the best ingredients and which vendors were nice. They always payed well, leaving tips, too. And with the sudden increase in customers and demand of your wares, you had to work extra hours just to keep up with the demands...

• By the next month, you're exhausted. Only two or three hours a sleep per day/night, drinking enough caffeine-filled beverages to wake up a snoozing dragon, and underweight due to neglecting to eat, all in the name of keeping your business running and ahead of the competition. You've almost fallen asleep on customers a few times, only to chug a potion that happened to be a mix of coffee, adrenaline, and lightning, to keep yourself awake. Your newest friends, those odd patrons of yours, took offense to that.

• The moment you tell then how you've been able to keep your small store stocked and the customers happy and with their potions, you're met with hands dragging you to the back and pushing you onto the nearest sofa or chair or bean bag. Next thing you know, heavily-scented tea is shoved into your hands, and you're ordered to drink every last drop. Any protest is met with a firm no, and you're told theyll handle your store when you need to rest. Starting now.

• The moment the tea hits your tongue, you're relaxing into the plush surface beneath you, sighing contentedly. A warm mix of lavender, honey, and caramel fills your tastebuds, and you quickly down the rest of the cup. Once you finished, a wave of calm, relaxed sleepiness tugs at you, then you're lying down, snuggled under a blanket that had been tucked around you. The background noise of clinking bottles and stirring liquids send you off into a fuzzy slumber, for once your body and mind getting the rest it needs since you opened up shop...

• The platonic yans keep the shop afloat, those who excel at potions mixing up the ones that were written down on a list, while those who are able to refill samples and clean up do so. They care about their little baby bat, and they shouldn't have to run themself into the ground just to please others and to keep themself in business. So they'll help as much as Reader needs, all while making sure they rest and eat and take breaks. If they have to set a day where their shop stays closed, so be it. Their little bat bud needs rest and relaxation, which they'll happily supply them with!

• If any rude customers or bigots try to start something or insist to speak speak Reader or try to break anything, the adults will happily deal with them (setting Wolverine and/or Sabretooth and/or even Erik on them). The teens can keep the shop tidy and make sure Reader gets their scheduled sleep, as well as takes any tea they make them and eats their meals. And if Reader is a little cold, no worries. They can happily volunteer one of themselves to cuddle with them while they rest...

• The platonic yanderes all care about Reader, and while they love their potions, they'll make sure Reader is well-rested and fed and feeling well before they let them go back to making them. And if they maybe start to offer to work with Reader, or join their businesses together (or maybe slip them into their coven by "accident"), well... Whatever helps keep them warm and and feeling well, right?

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #🐾animal witch🔮 au

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soggyriceee · 7 months

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HELLO SOGGY I HOPE THAT ARE YOU WELL AND DOING GOOD, I WISH YOU THE BEST 💗💗💗

ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH, YOURE ONE OF MY TOP TUMBLR WRITERS!!!

I'd love to request a fic with John "Soap" Mactavish, if you are okay with writing him. If not, you can 7se whatever character you think will fit to this!

And my idea is:

Soap finally got his days off the work, so reader wanted to make him a welcome home suprise. He came home very tired, to eat his favourite food that she made him for dinner, and go to sleep with reader. But reader bought a new pajama. A sexy pajama, that instantly turned him on.

Anddd we all know where it goes hehe.

I would really love if this was a soft, gentle smut. They're very happy to finally touching themselves again c:

- 🦝 (That's me :D)

missed you | John "Soap"

yess, guys plzz request more of the other MW2 men I write for all of themmm~ (not edited)

warnings: oral(f!receiving), soft dom Soap, fingering, praise, missionary, cowgirl, breeding kink but like..cutely??? just really romantic, lovey dovey seggs, listener and Soap orgasm twice

you knew what you were doing. wearing the lace pink, see-through lingerie dress, with a light pink matching set. what you loved the most about it, was that flowers were decorated all over. you had white ribbons on the side of your underwear, a light pink flower in the center. your bra had tiny 'John' chain in the center, the cups a lacy pink. it was beautiful.

but of course, you hadn't put it on until you got out the shower. you wanted to have a romantic night with him. you hadn't seen him in 7 months, he was off in Chicago for another mission he had given you little information about. he hated you knowing how many people he'd have to kill.

"dinner was delicious my love." he smiled, kissing your palm, looking into you eyes. your cheeks couldn't help but turn pink, giggling as he pulled away. you had cooked his favorite meal for dinner, wanting to make sure the night was entirely perfect for him. you both missed each other so much, you couldnt help but spend the whole day perfecting your house. and he couldnt help but bring you far too many gifts from Chicago consisting of clothes, food and random items he found in gift shops or stores.

" go shower, I'm gonna clean up before we get too comfortable in the bed." you smiled, standing from the table. "I can help you baby, dont be silly." he chuckled, grabbing his own plate before you could. but no. as much as you loved cleaning with him, you needed a reason to shower and put on the lingerie. " please, I dont want us both to stay up late. for tonight let me clean for you, you go rest and relax. you had a long mission." you said, taking his plate.

thankfully that excuse was good enough. he agreed and went to shower, quietly sad you didnt want to shower with him. aside from the sexual factor of showering together, he truly did just want to have an intimate, romantic moment with you after the romantic dinner you set up for him. but he knew you were a stubborn woman and he wasn’t going to argue with you.

stepping out the shower, you grabbed the towel he had laid out for you, drying your body. successfully, you were able to sneak in the new set, hiding it in the sink cabinet. of course, it worked. why would he look under there anyways?

you pulled it out, examining the new set with a smile spread across your face. John always loved pink on you. it was the color you wore when you met him. you remember it like it was yesterday. and it always brought a smile to your face when you thought about it when he was away.

it was actually pretty funny. you hated him at first. but he fell in love with you the second he walked into the bakery you used to work at. he came in every day, ordering the same coffee with a croissant. and he’d flirt with you the entire time you’d take his order. you of course, being a college student focusing on nothing but your studies and money, paid him no mind and found him pretty annoying. especially with the constant bragging of his muscles.

“you know, when you get off there’s still this ice cream bar open down the street. i think you’d like it.” he smiled, leaning on the counter completely oblivious to the long line of people forming behind him. with a sarcastic smile, you handed him his receipt. “great i’ll check it out. next.” you responded, looking past him.

but he never gave up obviously. it got to the point even your manager was encouraging you to give him a chance. so, the next time he came in, before he could even say anything, you agreed. “okay. let’s go out.” you said, handing him the croissant you already had beside you.

from then on he’s been completely unable to leave you alone, still making his daily trips to your job to see you. and naturally, as time went on, you became equally obsessed with him. that was three years ago, and a year ago, he officially asked you to move in with him.

of course with that came a lot of alone time. with him being away in the military, which was something he had bragged a lot about during his little flirting moments. “i shoot guns and stuff y’know? lots of super hero activities.” he would joke, wiggling his eyebrows to you, despite the blank stare your give in return.

but with time, you got used to it. not fully. nights were the worst. but it got easier. he called you every chance he could. sent you letters that ,sometimes, never ended up getting to you until even after he got back from wherever he was stationed at.

you snapped back from your little day dream when a small knock came to the bathroom door. “my love.. is everything okay?” he asked, twisting the door knob. quickly, you pressed against the door, holding the knob still. “y-yea just looking on my phone. i’ll be out in a second.”

you began to apply the lotion, rushing so he doesn’t actually walk into the bathroom, spoiling the surprise. you felt a bit rushed, and you were praying you looked as beautiful as you were imagining you would. with the last fix of your hair, you walked out the bathroom and into the connecting bedroom.

on the bed, John laid on his back, pillow over his head. it was a technique he told you he learned in the military that helped him and a few others sleep when away from home. but once you walked closer to him, he removed the pillow, sitting up. and his jaw, literally, dropped. “oh my.. "

as you stood shyly at the door, John slowly made his way over to you, his eyes moving up your body slowly before meeting your eyes. "you look beautiful.." he breathed out, his hands moving to grab your waist. " so beautiful."

as he pressed further against you, his hard on became more and more difficult to ignore. he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. the kiss wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either. it was more so passionate. his fingers gripping your waist, pulling you more into him as if that was even possible, your boobs hurting from the pressure. your hands found his cheeks, cupping them as his tongue slid into your mouth.

he began to back away, keeping you on his body. when his legs his the end of the bed, he fell, back pressing to the mattress. your hands found their way on either side of his head, holding yourself up as the kiss continued.

pulling away, he looked up at you. " you look so beautiful I just.. I wanna worship you.. can I do that?" he asked, his hands moving up and down your body, your smooth skin putting him in a trance like state. when you nodded, he smiled brightly, flipping you over.

your head rested on the cotton pillows, your legs being spread apart and John's head in between your legs before you could even realize. his fingers hooked around the waistband of your lacy underwear, dragging them down slowly. he took in how your bare pussy gleamed for him, his bottom lip tugging between his teeth. oh how he'd dreamed of this moment since he got on that plane back home.

once your underwear got to your ankles, he kept them there, lifting your legs to dip underneath them and allowing them to rest on his shoulders. his hands found your hips, pulling you onto his face. yes he was desperate and he for sure was excited. but he didnt know if it was how long he was gone for this time, or just the fact you looked so beautiful, but he wanted to take his time with you tonight. he wanted to make love with you.

the second he felt the heat from your pussy on his lips, he leaned in, sighing in pleasure as he tasted you for the first time in 7 months. your mouth opened slightly, a short breath leaving your lips as he pulled you clit between his lips. his eyes fluttered shut, head resting on your thigh as he gently, slowly made out with your cunt.

"J-Johnny.." you breathed out, fingers finding his hair. that was his favorite. whether it was to simply massage his head or when he was between your legs, he loved the feeling of your tugging his hair. it was peaceful for him.

his tongue slid in and out your cunt, soft squelching sounds coming from it. your head rested on the pillow, back arching slightly off the bed. his hands gripped around your waist tighter, holding you close to his face. it wasn't like you were going anywhere, but he loved the idea of controlling your body movements.

he opened his eyes, looking up at your arched back and slightly open mouth. "feels good love?" he said into your pussy, circling his tongue right to your clit. you nodded, whimpering at the circular movement. he chuckled, continuing exactly that.

your breathing picked up, head lifting to look down at him. he smiled up at you while pulling your clit into his mouth, sucking right back on it. you hadn't even realized it, but his fingers pressed right at your entrance and slowly, made their way inside you. gasping at the double pleasure, your head fell right back onto the pillow.

"oh fuck Johnny.. too good." you whined, your feet now pressing flat on the bed. he felt you trying to pull away from him, but he was far too drunk off your pussy to give you a break. his fingers slowly moved in a "come here" motion, hitting right at your g spot, his tongue moving in circles around your clit at the same pace.

your stomach turned pleasurably, preparing for the first orgasm you'd be having in months. of course, with Johnny being gone you managed to buy yourself toys to keep you company. not even just for that, but also to try and incorporate them into sex with Johnny. but you only ended up using them for maybe a month or two before realizing it wasn't the same as the real thing. it wasn't the same as Johnny.

" look so beautiful love, so beautiful." he whispered, kissing your clit while his fingers continued to move inside you. your slick ran down to his knuckles, only making him harder. he couldn't help but move his hips against the mattress, trying to relieve some of the pain. but it didnt do much. and it only got worse once your legs began to shake on either side of his head.

it was embarrassingly fast you were going to cum. and you tried to think of a billion other things to help you not cum around his fingers and tongue. but Johnny made that increasingly more difficult. " cum for me baby. show me how much you missed me." he moaned against your pussy, grinding faster onto the mattress.

panting, you raised your head to look down at him. that sight alone made your orgasm take over. "I-im cumming.. oh Johnny~" you cried, your legs shaking fingers gripping onto the sheets. Johnny whimpered beneath you, slurping every last but you had to give him. he held your hips down onto his face, helping you ride out your orgasm.

as your legs began to calm down, he slowed down his tongue movements. "j-johhny please" you choked out, trying to get him off of you. but he wasn't budging. his hands sunk around your thighs, squeezing them gently before tugging you back onto his face further. as he did so, his tongue slid right back into your still throbbing hole, sighing as he tasted the sweetness of your juices on his tongue.

your head pressed back into the pillow, whimpering out as he moved his wet muscle in and out of your hole slowly. "missed the taste of you so much.. gimme one more. can you do that for me love? please." he begged between your thighs, taking his thumb to rub at your sensitive, puffy clit. you gave him a weak yes, gripping onto the sheets firmer, nails digging into your palm simultaneously.

his thumb moved in a faster circle, tongue moving to match that speed. "taste so good. love being between your legs." he moaned, shoving his face deeper into your pussy.

your eyes crossed as you felt his tongue rub right against your spongy g-spot, the feeling of his thumb on your clit adding to the sensation. "i'm s-so close.. " you whimpered, grinding your hips on his face. moaning into your pussy, he looked up at you. keeping eye contact, his thumb rubbed faster against your puffy clit.

he didn't even have to say much before you felt your second orgasm take over your body. "thats it baby.. feel good for me." he cooed, sucking gently over your overstimulated clit. weakly, you shove him away, this time successfully. " sorry.. just missed you so much." he smiled, lifting himself up from the mattress.

as your legs stopped shaking, he positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. "did you miss me too my love?" he whispered, looking up into your eyes. your head nodded quickly, pushing up slightly enough for his tip to push inside. a gasp slipped past you both, his hips quickly moving back.

giggling, he moved his hands to your hips. "so impatient. but its okay. i'm impatient to." he whispered before slowly pressing into your tight warmth. your hands were quick to ball up, mouth forming into an 'O' shape. as he bottomed out into you, his forehead pressed against yours. "fuck I missed this." he groaned, pulling his bottom lip in-between hips teeth.

your hands cupped his cheeks, pressing his lips onto yours. the kiss was passionate. not your usual desperate, sloppy makeout. this one was surprisingly slow. slow but deep. your tongues danced together as his hips slowly pushed away and slowly moved forward again. he sped up a tad bit, nothing to the point bed was creaking or shaking. it was a steady, deep speed. one that allowed you both to just feel each other.

his hands roamed your body, cupping your boobs through the bra. you pulled away to look up at him, a smile on both faces. "I know.. we keep saying I-it but.. I missed you a lot." you said, small moans coming from you before the words could. he chuckled at your small struggle, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. " I missed you so much more my love.." he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

his other hand made busy with your clit, thumb rubbing it slowly and adding just enough pressure to the still puffy nerve. it didn't take long for his finger to get coated in your slick. "so wet.. don't know how long I can take." he moaned, picking up the pace slowly. you weren't complaining about this. and you honestly weren't expecting him to last too long after 7 months of using his hand alone. maybe a DIY flesh light if he even had the time and tools to make one. which you figured was very unlikely.

his balls slapped against the curve of your arse, his head falling into your neck. his moans slowly turned into whimpers and you knew by that alone he was definitely close. your hands wrapped around his neck, his head slowly lifting up. his eyes were hooded slightly, bottom lip again caught between his teeth. "g-gonna wait for you love.. so we c-can cum.. together." he groaned, looking in your face but quickly looking away. but where else was there to look? your face alone was enough to make him finish right then and there, so that wasn't an option. your body was perfect, the way it looked in the lingerie. the way the lighting in the room illuminated your skin and every curve you have. and oh how your moans and whimpers only made his balls tighten.

through all his struggle, he lost the battle and ended up cumming right then and there. "f-fuck..” he groaned, pressing his body over yours, panting into your neck. you smiled softly, running your hands through his hair as he grinds his hips into yours. “i.. thought i’d last a bit longer.” he breathed out. you could feel the heat from his cheeks against your neck.

you tugged his hair, pulling his head up gently. “sit back.” you said, pushing him off you. as he slid out, you fell his cum seep out of your pussy. he lazily sat back against the headboard, looking up at you as you shifted yourself over his semi hard on. you grabbed it with your hand, using his own cum and your juices as lube.

his hips bucked up a bit, still sensitive. “god you so beautiful.” he breathed out, scanning over your body. his hands reached out, pulling you closer into his chest. he leaned in, biting your nipple through your bra. you whimpered, gripping onto him a bit firmer. he smiled, pulling away to look up at you. “sorry.” he said.

rolling your eyes, you pumped him a bit more. when he was fully up again, you rubbed the tip against your folds, humming as the mix of your wetness and his cum covered your pussy. “come on baby.. don’t do this to me.” he whined, thrusting up gently. giggling, you gave into him and slid down onto his length. gasping, you both leaned your heads back.

his hands were quick to find your hips, guiding you up and down slowly. your body’s moved together, filling the room with little quiet skin slaps with a mix of your moans mixed together. “oh fuck Johnny.. love you so much.” you whimpered, looking down at him. his mouth was slightly ajar, eyes rolled back. as much as he did wanna respond, your pussy was too much for him to even process fully what you said.

your slick ran down to his balls, only making his fingers dig deeper into you. gently, he began to thrust up into you. your fingers remained in his hair, tugging on it gently. his eyes met yours, hands still gripping your hips. “so perfect.. your so perfect.” he panted, “w-wanna start a.. family with you.”

at first you thought it was simply the sex making him talk like that. but you remembered how before he left he’d talk about starting a family, what it would be like to be a military dad. every time you both went to the store he’d make a 10 minuet pit stop to look at the baby clothes.

as you processed what he said, you began to feel your stomach turning and you knew you were close. “i love you so much.” he moaned, picking up his pace slightly. his legs very gently began to shake, his head falling into your chest. “come on love make love with me. show me how much you love me too.” he whimpered.

your hips matched his speed, the sound of skin clapping growing louder. you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up and kiss you. another deep, passionate kiss. for some reason, you loved this type of sex more than the rough “coming back home” sex. you felt like you both were bonding. spiritually and physically. you loved it. and you loved the idea of carrying his baby even more.

“i w-wanna start a family t..too.” you whined, pulling away from the kiss. he smiled up at you, slowing his hips down. as your hips continued to move, you felt yourself coming closer to the end. your pussy pulsed around his length, hands gripping onto him firmer. “g-gonna cum.” you whimpered, moving slightly quicker.

just as you came around him, body shaking and head tilting back, he thrusted up deeply into you, moaning your name out. his head found the crook of your neck, panting into it as his hips thrusted up into you slowly, pushing all his cum inside you. your hips came to a halt, letting him ride out his and your orgasm. “fuck i love you.” he whispered, slumping back against the bed again.

you smiled, resting your head on his chest while he softened inside of you. you both ended up staying like this, discussing the risks of having a baby right now. but also the positives. “i’m ready for this if you are.” you said as he slid out from below you. gently, he laid you on the bed, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“i’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you my love. whatever you want to do, i’ll do. if you wanna have this baby with me, i’ll make it the best and easiest pregnancy i possibly can.” he said, standing from the bed.

smiling at him, you nodded your head. “okay. let’s start a family.”

omg i really hope you all like this😭 i’ve never written a vanilla smut but the idea was so cute it honestly is one of my favorite works. anyways PLEASE REQUEST OTHER CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ALL OF THEMM

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish

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wildflower-otome · 8 months

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[Translation] Shuuen no Virche - Scien Brofiise Short Story

Writer: Satomi Nakayama Source: Shuuen no Virche Error Salvation Visual Fan Book

Sureau ~Zeal • Joy • Pity~

A few days after being commanded by Scien to become his “errand person.”

Today as well, I was worrying over how to refuse that order while continuing to help him out.

‘-Pardon me.’

I entered the private research room.

-There was no response. However, that did not necessarily mean no one was there---.

‘…………’

Today too, the owner of the room, Scien, hadn’t noticed my arrival, and was completely absorbed in his research.

I entered slowly, so as not to disturb him---. Moving so as not to topple the books and experiment equipment scattered around the room…..

I tried observing Scien, to see how he was.

He wasn’t shoving his hand into the basket looking for bread. To begin with, it was still too early for lunch. In other words, at the very least, he wasn’t hungry. …..However, instead, there were dark circles beneath his eyes.

(…..I think he said this was his seventh all-nighter in a row.)

The circles were dark enough to make me worry just looking at them.

All the same, it wasn’t likely he would listen to me even if I were to tell him to “Please rest”…..

(…..That’s it.)

Having come up with an idea, I left the room and went to boil water in the small kitchen that Dahut often used---. I tried making tea with “certain tea leaves” that I had brought in a basket.

Returning to the room with the pot, after I had judged it had steeped sufficiently, I tried pouring tea that had become a beautiful colour into the cup I had brought.

---In that instant. A pleasant fragrance spread out through the research room.

‘…..I thought I heard someone, so it was you. What do you plan on handing to me next after the sandwiches?’

As if responding to the fragrance, Scien’s gaze went in my direction.

‘Sorry for bothering you. Truth is, I received flower tea leaves from Yves yesterday, so I tried making some tea…..’

‘Throw that away, right now.’

‘I-I don’t think they’re leaves Yves gathered himself. Last night while I was practicing making tea, Mam and I tried drinking some.’

‘In that case it’s fine, but you sure like doing odd things. Even without going to the effort of practicing, all tea is the same.’

‘They were gifted to me, so I wanted to make good use of them. …..And also, according to Yves, this tea is effective for whenever you want to relax or sleep comfortably, so…..’

‘So?’

‘So, thinking they might be of help to you, to recover from your fatigue---I brought them with me.’

‘Huh. What a considerate little miss you are.’

Speaking as if he could care less, Scien glanced at the tea, seemingly without much interest.

‘As I thought, you’re not interested in things like these, Scien?’

‘I don’t deny the benefits contained in plants in and of themselves. If it’s in front of me, I’ll drink it.’

To begin with, just think about it, Scien continued.

‘If it’s just to slake my thirst, I only drink nutritional tonics and water that happen to be around. The reason I bother to drink the tea leaves that Dahut brings when he’s being meddlesome is because I accept its effectiveness to a certain extent. ---Tea has the effect of increasing one’s concentration, after all.’

‘That’s true….. If you really thought they were useless, there’s no doubt you’d think even the time taken to boil the water was a waste.’

‘Exactly right. Well, even if I don’t sleep for long, my cognitive ability rarely deteriorates. I haven’t often really felt its effect in truth.’

‘…..In that case, perhaps this tea was unnecessary as well?’

‘I told you just now, didn’t I? If it’s there, I’ll drink it.’

Scien stretched out his hand towards the white tea cup, and took a single sip of tea.

‘How is it?’

‘It doesn’t have the taste of something that could kill a person.’

It appeared he was still wary.

As Scien continued to drink the tea, I quietly went on with my remaining duties.

…..Truth be told.

I wanted to talk much, much more to Scien about the deliciousness of the tea, but held back as I’d end up being a bother.

From then it took about an hour. As he poured another cup of tea, while I spent my time gathering up the jig-saw puzzle pieces scattered about the room---

‘…..For now, how about this. I’ll take a 20 minute nap.’

Having come to a pause, Scien looked up. Instantaneously, I moved the mountain of books that had been placed on the sofa.

‘Please come this way. I’ll wake you up in 18 minutes.’

‘Very well. …..Hm?’

Having taken off his white lab coat, the moment Scien looked at the sofa he frowned.

‘What happened to the pillow I had here?’

‘Ah, the truth is….. Some chemicals had gotten on it, so I consulted Dahut on how to wash it….. and he took it away saying, “Please leave it to me…..”’

‘…..That Dahut, doing something so unnecessary-‘

As he sighed, saying it couldn’t be helped-

‘Sit.’

‘…..Huh?’

‘I’m telling you to sit at the end there.’

‘U-Um…..’

Unable to ascertain what Scien meant by saying this, once I had gingerly sat down on the sofa---

‘…………’

Scien had lain down in the empty space right after and placed his head on my lap.

---I was being used as a so-called lap pillow.

‘…..!?’

I let out a wordless sound at this sudden turn of events.

‘S-Scien…..!?’

‘Starting now, for 20 minutes…..no, for 18 minutes, you’ll be my pillow. No objections allowed.’

‘N-No way…..Won’t my lap be more uncomfortable---'

‘It’ll be better than having nothing.’

After speaking plainly, Scien closed his eyelids. …..His surprisingly long eyelashes quivered with drowsiness.

‘You’re the one who made the tea and put me into “sleep mode.” Take responsibility and be my obedient pillow.’

Just like that, not giving me the time to refuse---

‘…………’

In the space of a few seconds, Scien had completely fallen asleep.

(Wh-What should I do…..)

My whole body was stiff with nervousness. Rather, right now for my own sake…..

(I want to drink some tea to relax…..)

Fervently continuing to make that wish, I waited for the 18 minutes to pass with my whole heart.

#virche evermore #scien brofiise #shuuen no virche #otomate #translation

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 11 months

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SFW Alphabet: Marco

CW/TW: None Word count: 1.0k

Activities - What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

One of his favorite things to do with you is hang out in the crows nest of the Moby Dick. It gives the two of you time to be with each other without interruption from the rest of the crew.

Boo! - How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

He loves both surprising you and being surprised by you.

Comfort - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or do they try to handle it themselves?

Marco will do anything he can to cheer you up if you’re upset and vice versa. Neither of you likes seeing the other upset.

Dance - Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

Yes he likes to dance with you but he’s not very good at it. But he doesn’t care.

Excitement - How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

He tends to start talking faster when he’s excited.

He’s the kind of person that anything can excite him. Whether it be a battle victory, a good meal, or just a nice day.

Future - What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

Marco fully intends to marry you one day. He’s even got the ring. The only thing he’s missing is the plan. So, he keeps the ring with him, waiting for the right moment to come along. The only downside to that is there have been a few close calls where you almost found the ring.

He does want kids. After being part of Whitebeard’s crew for so long, he wants a family of his own.

Gifts - What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He likes to give you wildflowers that he picked from spring or summer islands. He’ll do this as often as he can.

Hold - How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

He likes to hold your hand often. Especially when walking around islands or hanging out on the deck.

Ideal - What’s their ideal date like?

Shopping on islands you dock at. Even if it’s just window shopping.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

No he doesn’t. If anything he’s a bit cocky thinking you won’t find someone better so he doesn’t worry.

Kisses - How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

He’ll kiss you randomly throughout the day.

When he walks past you he’ll grab you by the hand, pull you close, and kiss you.

Love - How do they show you that they love you?

He prioritizes your health and not just when you’re sick.

Melt - What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

You help him with his chores around the Moby Dick when you have spare time. He’ll always tell you he doesn’t need the help and you should take the time to relax but you don’t mind helping out.

Nicknames - What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He’ll usually opt for babe or baby and vice versa.

When you’re irritated with him you call him bird boy.

Obvious - How obvious do they make it that they like you?

He can’t hide it at all. He swears he fell in love with you the minute he saw you.

Pets - Do they have pets? Do they want them?

Weirdly enough he’s always wanted cats even though he’s a bird.

Quiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

They don’t happen very often. Marco isn’t really a fan of the quiet.

They usually happen in the morning when he is the first one awake. Every time he wakes up to you cuddled up next to him he’s reminded how lucky he is to have you in his life.

Romance - How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

You were surprised at how romantic Marco can be.

His go to thing is usually picnics at sunset. Usually done with a little help from Thatch for the food.

Safe - What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

The way you check up on him throughout the day. He has a habit of stressing himself out but you’re always there to remind him to take a breath.

Tend - How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

With him being a doctor, he’s always worried when you’re hurt or sick. Even if it’s something minor.

Thanks to his devil fruit, you’ve never really seen him hurt or sick.

Unique - What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

Like with Ace he’s always warm thanks to his devil fruit. Which is nice on those cold nights.

Variety - Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He is willing to spice things up every once in a while.

Wash - What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

It’s a time for the both of you to destress from the day and have some intimate time together.

XO - How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

He doesn’t have a problem with PDA. He likes showing off how lucky he is to have a partner like you.

Yearn - What do they do when they miss you?

He’ll deny it but he usually ends up in a mood when he misses you. Especially if you’re gone for a long time.

Zzz - How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

He likes going to bed with you so if you’re staying up late he’ll try to stay up too. It usually ends up with him falling asleep where he’s sitting.

Sharing a bed with him is great. Especially if you get cold easily and like to cuddle.

#one piece #one piece marco #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #sfw alphabet #op marco sfw alphabet #op marco headcanons

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joelsmorality · 1 year

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EYES WIDE OPEN [3]

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader, platonic bonding with Ellie. Summary: Somehow, you managed to find Joel and Ellie ending their journey just as you were beginning your own. After being captured in David’s resort and witnessing the horrors within, Ellie manages to save your life as she escapes and you end up staying with them for the time being at Ellie’s offer. Yet, things aren’t as they seem, and you’re also not sure if her gruff guardian won’t murder you in your sleep. Warnings: Some mild angst, Joel being hardheaded, mentions of death. Note: A bit of a shorter chapter this week, as I’m up to my neck in coursework but I had this half finished and wanted to get it out. Plus, the next one would be hard to split into two parts. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Tag list (to be added just leave me a comment!): @daddysfavoritesexkitten @faceache111

Previous Part.

“We’re gonna need to stop for the night.”

Despite the light sleep you had fallen into, Joel’s voice cut through that like a shot. It wasn’t like he was shouting or anything, but the sudden shift back into reality was jarring to say the least. You had curled up in the back with your head resting on the window once you had left the abandoned gas station a couple of hours ago, the dim interior of the truck telling you that you had at least fallen asleep for some of that time.

The scenery had changed, too. Less highway and more like a sort of suburb–the setting sun at least allowed you to see the boarded up houses, weeds and overgrowth crawling up walls and over the long abandoned cars that lined the street. Which made it a bit of a challenge to navigate, you could imagine. Really, you weren’t sure about stopping for the night in a neighborhood you hadn’t checked out yourself, as much as you knew Joel and Ellie could certainly defend themselves.

Considering your lack of a weapon–and not from you refusing one–it made you nervous.

“...I know how to drive,” you offered up, voice a little sleepy but your thoughts had certainly woken you up enough. “I’m pretty rested, if you want to avoid a stop.”

“Not happenin’,” Joel returned, causing you to press your lips together in a thin line, “I’ll also need to get more gas before we leave tomorrow and we should eat.”

“Well, you’re the one running the show,” you muttered, relenting in the moment.

You could understand why they (or, more likely, Joel) didn’t want you carrying a weapon, but it felt like you were being dragged along. If it had been a relaxed drive, no danger, you wouldn’t have much of an issue with that, yet things hadn’t been that way in a long time. For you, at least. You wanted to comment that leaving you unarmed and just following along was more of a liability than giving you something you could use to defend yourself. In the days following your escape it had been fine, but now you could feel a pressure building at how…open you were.

While you knew some self-defense techniques and how to throw a punch, you knew it wouldn’t do much against gunfire and some of the older infected.

It was a frustration that you carried with you while things got set up for the night in one of the abandoned houses. The place had been picked clean, furniture collecting dust and some with faded stains on them that didn’t make you want to touch them. Still, it was closed off and protected against the air outside that still had a bite to it. It was good enough for the night, at least.

Despite everything, exhaustion still hung pretty heavily on you–even with the nap you had taken in the truck. It was what had you backing down from confrontation and just getting some food into you so you could curl up and try to go back to sleep. Ellie and Joel talked between themselves for a bit, though Ellie still seemed closed off and had a look in her eyes that gave you a pang of sympathy for her.

Your offer to let her talk about everything that happened still stood, obviously, but you certainly didn’t want to push her into it.

Really, everything was still so new to you and the situation was draining you somewhat. So, you were pretty happy to try to get some rest once it had gotten late enough.

Yet, you couldn’t explain why you lay on the floor, head propped up by a relatively clean cushion, and stared at Joel’s silhouette as he sat at a table near a window. He leaned back in the chair somewhat and appeared to be holding his side, but otherwise just seemed to watch the dark street below. You rolled over with a small sigh, wrapping your arms around your torso as you tried to make the best of your uncomfortable position on the floor.

It had been easy for you to nod off in the car–the seats were at least comfortable and the rumble of the car helped ease you into a light sleep. This, however, was not really cutting it. Which had your mind wandering, mulling over a number of different things before settling back on the current issue of your frustration at feeling like you were useless in a tight situation.

You knew that if Joel was just going to sit at the window for however long that night, you could try to at least reason him into giving you a gun or something. If your presence on this journey was already annoying him, you figured you didn’t really have to worry about pushing his buttons all that much. Plus, you were trying to be cooperative and prove that you weren’t interested in betraying them, but you knew that the paranoia would just make things worse for everybody in the long run.

With another sigh, you pushed yourself up to a stand with somewhat shaky movements. You glanced over at Joel, who hadn’t moved if he had heard you get up.

Though, he did straighten up somewhat when you moved beyond the table somewhat to pull a chair over to it. The room was dark outside of the light of the moon, fortunately, but you managed to catch the look he tossed your way when you sat down.

“I’m not exactly looking for company,” he remarked lowly, likely to avoid waking Ellie. Though, knowing she had listened in on your conversation with him in the truck, you wouldn’t be surprised if she heard this one too.

“Well, I really wish I could sleep, but I really want to discuss something with you,” you replied, folding your arms on the table so you could lean on them somewhat. “I am really trying to prove that I’m not your enemy here.”

“Never claimed you were an enemy,” Joel said, “You being here is just a complication that we don’t need right now.”

“I don’t want to be a complication, either,” you said around a huff, “Yet, you seem fine with dragging me around like some prisoner. No weapons, not allowed to do anything. I feel like a sitting duck.”

“Door’s open. If you hate being with us so much, you’re free to leave.”

“Are you always this stubborn?”

Despite the darkness not letting you see his expression too clearly, that did earn you the hint of an amused look.

“I’ve been called that a few times,” he replied, shifting somewhat as he glanced toward the closed door. You still noticed him holding his side somewhat–an injury, perhaps. If it was new or old, you didn’t know.

“...I’m really trying to get you to trust me here,” you said after a few moments, letting out a small sigh through your nose. “Just a little. You don’t have to like me. I’ll probably be gone once you guys get to where you’re headed. Just, in the meantime…I’d really like to be able to protect myself a little if you won’t let me help with anything.”

“You don’t get my trust by just askin’ for it.”

“If you want me to earn it, you’ll have to let me try.”

“I don’t want anythin’ from you,” Joel said, making you lean back in your chair somewhat as you had to shove down some frustration that cropped up at his bullheadedness.

“Before the resort…” you started, tapping a hand on your leg a little in thought. “I’m not looking to give you some sob story, this isn’t that, but I’ve been on my own before. I lost a lot of people during the outbreak and in the years that followed–family, friends, my fiance. Anybody who’d look out for me was gone before I knew it. I…know what things are like out here and I know how to defend myself. I’m only decent at hand-to-hand, though. I know guns the best.”

Joel didn’t say anything for a few moments, that tightness still sitting in his expression. What little you could see of it currently, anyway.

“I know it’s a lot to ask…” you continued, “We’re strangers, I get it. However, if you really don’t want me to burden whatever it is you’re doing, giving me a means to protect myself is the best way to do that.”

It would help with your paranoia and anxiety, considering you never really knew who or what could be lurking behind any corner. As much as you wished that getting Joel to give you some leeway wasn’t such an uphill battle, you could understand it to a degree. The infected were dangerous, sure, but it was always the people you had to watch out for in the end.

There was only so much trust you could give strangers, these days.

Though, you couldn’t help but notice the way Joel seemed to regard you for a few moments, a slight shift in his expression before he let out a small breath and glanced out toward the street through the window again.

“We’re gonna need to get some gas tomorrow,” he continued, “some supplies, too. We still have a long drive ahead of us, so I wanted to see if there’s anything in the houses around here. I’ll…see about letting you help. It’ll get us out of here quicker.”

You couldn’t help the small grin that crossed your face, raising your hands somewhat in, what you hoped was, a good-hearted gesture.

“That’s all I’m asking for,” you said around a soft chuckle, getting up from the chair, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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The sleep you got was shit. That was expected, however.

You dragged that lingering exhaustion with you the following morning, though you were used to the feeling. Unfortunately. It was hard to tell when the last time you had a full night’s sleep, let alone in a good bed, but you knew anything was better than where you had just come from. Still, you were the last one to get up, knowing you were going to feel the ache of a long night sleeping on a hardwood floor.

You were…hopeful, however. It felt like you had made a couple steps forward with Joel, as much as you would hesitate to say you were particularly friendly with each other. Still, you just wanted to feel like you were doing something.

So, you were hopeful that he’d trust you enough to let you have something to defend yourself with. You hadn’t really been joking the night before when you said you felt like some sort of prisoner–no weapons, stay close-by so Joel could keep an eye on you, the suspicion at you attempting to offer a hand with anything. You weren’t planning on being best friends with the man, but you wanted to show that you weren’t looking to be a problem for him either.

At the same time, you could understand his hesitancy and you weren’t surprised to see it on his face once it seemed like they wanted to set out to dig around the neighborhood a bit that morning.

“There’s only so many bullets left in the clip, so make them count,” he said after a few moments, handing you a pistol with a sharp look in his eyes, “Don’t make me regret this.”

“...I wasn’t planning on it,” you replied in a mutter, weighing the weapon in your hands before watching as he approached Ellie.

It was almost night and day with how he treated you in comparison to her, considering the fondness in his tone, the concern that she brushed off with an eagerness to get back out on the road. You didn’t know what happened with them, but it was clear that they had bonded. You couldn’t exactly say you had made any close friends over the last handful of years (and then some, if you were being honest) but it was a strangely isolating experience. As much as you didn’t want to think about it too much, you knew that if David had succeeded, your death would have been easy to cover up.

Shaking your head, you let out a small breath as you headed toward the front door. Regardless of the awkwardness, it was still progress and at least you could feel somewhat better about being back out in the open again.

Tucking the gun away, you followed Joel and Ellie out into the street.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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oldsargasso · 2 months

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sending you the mental image of Winner doing something mildly thoughtful for Kim and spluttering when Kim says thanks and pats his head

every day I come onto this website and you cause me severe psychic damage. please never stop.

maybe it could happen a bit like this:

Winner's lived alone for quite a few years now. Sure, he's had relationships, a boy or a girl here and there, but nothing so serious it had precipitated cohabitation. He likes his own space. Likes things to stay where he left them, likes knowing that if he wants to spend three hours cooking one dish, wandering in and out of the kitchen as he pleases, he can do that without anyone commenting nervously that perhaps he shouldn't leave open flames unattended.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise to Winner that he likes sharing space with his boys. There's something of a comfort to be found in being greeted when he arrives home from a frustrating practice, or knowing that if he puts something out in the laundry it'll be miraculously washed to Kim's fastidious standards, or just having another person around in the middle of the night to watch mindless movies with until they both can sleep.

Winner doesn't share that with them, of course, but he likes it.

One evening he finds himself alone, the house empty and breathing quiet in the summer air. Kenta's at therapy, the weekly planner on the fridge informs him, and Dean and Kim are having a shopping date, so say the messages on his phone. It's hot and humid, it's not raining, the sun's still saying her goodbyes to the crickets that have started their usual nightly chorus. There's a settled feeling in Winner's chest. It feels a bit like the last rays of sun, pink and orange and so very warm.

There's always a variety of fresh produce in their fridge: Kenta likes to go to the markets every few days and wander through the stalls, carefully bargaining with vendors over whatever catches his eye. Winner stands there for a moment too long, enjoying the cool air, before deciding to go ahead and make dinner. Kenta at least will be home at the time he said he would be.

Winner likes cooking. There's a method to it, and he likes the satisfying thunk of the knife on the chopping board as he slices through carrots and broccoli. There's leftover rice from last night, plenty of eggs, a wide variety of spices and seasonings. Winner dices the chillis and leaves them aside for now. He likes spice, likes it when the food he's eating has a satisfying burn, but Kim very much does not. Sometimes they have mild meals, and sometimes Kim struggles through a dish with a smile and judicious application of water and whatever salad accompaniment is available.

Kenta's car pulls in - he doesn't park in the garage, leaves that for the others cars - and Winner knows he's got another five minutes before Kenta gets out. It's always like that, after therapy. Time enough to plate up two bowls and then toss the chillis through the rest of the dish for himself and Kenta.

As the door opens and Kenta calls his usual soft greeting, there's the sound of tyres on the driveway and another set of doors opening and closing.

"Good timing," Winner says as Kim and Dean come inside, laden with a variety of bags. They dump them on the couch, and there's the usual whirlwind of hello hello how are you feeling come here a kiss before they all organise themselves around the table.

"No, this one's yours," Winner cuts in, swapping the bowl in front of Kim for the one in front of his. At Kim's questioning look, he elaborates. "I served yours without so much spice."

"So thoughtful, phi," Dean teases, bumping their shoulders together.

Winner graciously ignores him, choosing instead to focus on the pleased smile spreading across Kim's face and the unfortunate follow-up gift of his hand on Winner's head. "Okay, okay," Winner says, ducking out of reach.

"Thank you," Kim tells him, all big sincere eye contact and happiness keeping his shoulders relaxed and soft.

"Whatever," Winner says, jabbing his spoon into his rice. "It's just dinner, don't be so dramatic."

#pit babe #pit babe polycule #I alluded to it in my original polycule ficlet but in my head #kim and dean share a bedroom cause they like to cuddle #winner has his own room for sprawling out purposes #and kenta has the sleeping habits of a nervous cat so he gets his own room #but often ends up lurking in the doorway of another until they sleepily invite him in #my fic

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Good Day For It Thugs x Fem!Reader || Headcanons

Topic: You're the femme fatale of the group (a.k.a the only lady travelling with these thugs ).

Warnings: Sexual references.

Tagging: @slxsherwriter

First of all, Lyle is not part of the gang 😅 He's the leader- so he's kinda removed. He has his own car, and he always gets a motel room but you guys don't (it depends on how much money you guys have at any point-- but h e will a l w a y s get one) and have to sleep in your (one) car. You're his thugs. So he's not really gonna be in these hc's; we're gonna focus on Norman, Dale and Wayne.

When you're introduced to the group (by Lyle), it takes a few months close-quarters with them for you to go from 'a pretty little thing for them to look at' to 'sister in arms'. And it's hard, and it's annoying, because you're not into any of them that way (okay. Maybe one. But shhh!)- but when they finally relax around you and stop acting like dumbasses around you (this is more Dale and Wayne acting like dumbasses, of course- but Norman does have his own subtle way, too), it's good ^^

After that, living with them constantly, is pretty smooth sailing! ⛵⛵⛵. ... pfft.

What I mean, is its pretty smooth sailing... in comparison XD Now you're struggling the same way the others are XD Which is a lot better then the misogynistic horny boneheaded bullshit you were getting from them before... but still not great XD

I said before that Lyle will always get the motel room while y'all sleep in the car- but what if you do have money for you guys to have accommodation also?? What if you have money for more then 2 rooms, even?? Enough for one each! ?... Well you still have to share with Norman, Dale and Wayne. Yeah. Lyle's not coughing up the cash for even a suit. 2 single beds, a couch and a rollaway is the extent of what your budget will allow you guys.

And these are not gentlemen here that we're talking about. No, no 😅 They will not offer you one of the beds just cuz you're a 'lady'- you're gonna have to fight for it with Wayne and Dale. (Norman always gets one of them- he outranks the 3 of you).

These arguments usually go on for as long as the drive is to the motel (thoroughly annoying Norman), and then it's just whoever plants themselves on it first 😅😅😅 So its usually you or Dale (Wayne's slow). The car comes to a stop and then you both fly out of the car and argue at the door until Norman comes back with the keys to unlock it, then race towards the bed like 2 bats out of hell.

Dale will also race you to the shower. Sometimes you guys are on the road for days and by the time you reach a rest stop you are SCREAMING for a hot shower. Dale isn't, but he likes to annoy you so he'll try to beat you there and lock himself in for EVER-

Alternatively, Dale will not be bothered to annoy you and he'll forgo a shower. Wayne will do the same thing, he doesn't care. At that point you will have to step in, like "boys, your natural masculine musk is not as sexy as you think- get in the goddamn shower" .

One time when Dale annoyed the fuck out of you: Dale, you are young, virile man. If you don't shut the fuck up, I will take your 2 chances at creating an heir and c r u s h them-

Now- Dale is good for some things, though XD He's the only guy who's happy to help you with your 'feminine shit'. At first he was bored by it, just helping you cuz he had nothing else to do in the mornings, but now he kinda likes the chill time with you. He'll hold up mirrors for you while you do your make up and tell you if you're smudged or uneven, he'll spray the back of your head with dry shampoo and tell you if you still have white stuff showing after you ruffled it in. He'll also curiously look through your make up bag, his fingerless glove covered fingers flicking over everything you have, like oh. THATS what that does... huh.

**for y'all who have periods: As for feminine hygiene, you are totally on your own. Norman usually does the grocery shopping (no one else can be bothered, and besides they can't be trusted to get the right things) so you have to make it your business to go with him and get your shit, because he will not get it for you. Even if it's on the list. He doesn't wanna be seen in the aisle (coward 🙄). If you were his girlfriend, be would do it, but you're not 🤷‍♀️ so he won't 🤷‍♀️. Too bad.

When you're on jobs with them you're usually either partnered up with Norman or Wayne (unless you're doing your Femme Fatale Thing, obviously). Usually Wayne. Because SOMEONE has to keep his loose-canon, zero-subtlety ass from fucking up the plan 😅😆😆 You two are usually on look-out, so you have to keep him from getting his gun out or slipping away to do something not apart of the plan!!

You have chucked your legs over his lap to keep him in his chair before, seeing the evil fuck-up glimmer in his eyes. Like don't you dare. Stay put. I swear to god-

You can also distract him by bringing a pen with you and playing little games of tic tac toe on napkins.

Whenever you notice him staring at a woman, you're immediately just like 'no, no, you have nothing to offer that nice lady. you are old and stiff everywhere except the one place you should be, now get back to work grandpa- '

... he also spits in cups. You're trying to ween him off of that.

OH! ANOTHER THING YOU HAVE TO RACE DALE (and Wayne) FOR-- THE PASSENGER SEAT IN THE CAR! We see them do it in the movie, and Wayne is so slow (the man is old, let him be), so again- your main competition is Dale XD And it's crucial you get that front seat sometimes, too, because sometimes you are sleeping in the car and passenger seat is the optimal position, as Norman (The driver, obviously) very much keeps to his space when he snoozes- hands in his lap or crossed over his chest, not spreading out or anything-- but Dale and Wayne do not.

If you end up sharing the back with Dale he's gonna be playfully kicking you and pushing you to get more of the back seat for himself (well- playfully for him. It's fun for him. Not so much for you 😒. Kick him back, if you dare. Norman will get frustrated with you both and possibly lock you both outta the car for the night but come on! Dale's asking for it!!- XD). If you end up sharing with Wayne (Which 90% of the time, you do) it can go 1 of 2 ways. Either he just crosses his arms, slouches down and conks out- or he gets handsy. If he does get that way, Norman has given you the reserved right to kick the old man out for the night (I have the best mental image of him literally toppling backwards out of the car after you kick him XD ). Either way though, Wayne's happy to have you stretch out over him if you want XD Legs over his lap? Head in his lap?? He don't mind~~~ 😂😂

If Lyle ever tried to offer you up to a guy as if to 'sweeten' a deal (like saying you're happy to spend the night with the man as a show of a good business~~ yeck)???? I'd like to think Norman would stand up for you and have a private talk with his brother about it. Try to get you out of it. This isn't your job.

You help Norman trim his beard!!! XD Aghhh 💕. You stand in front of him in the bathroom of a motel or you do it in the front seats of the car, and you carefully use little clippers to neaten it up. He's very stoic, standing/sitting with his chin raised high so you can reach all of his beard. Often times he's thinking; he's got a lot to think about. Sometimes though he talks to you, and you love chatting with Norman. He's more relaxed then the other two, and more mature.

Actually you end up sharing bathroom time with Norman a lot. Because you don't have a lotta time, it just makes sense that you share 'shifts' (and you certainly will not be sharing with Wayne). Norman doesn't really pay that much attention to you when you're in there brushing your teeth together, or hiding behind the shower curtain shaving your legs- he's pretty respectful and leaves you be.

(Wayne also asks you to help him with his beard but with him its just an excuse to get you close so you don't bother XD )

Hum hum hum... something about borrowing clothes from them. It's not romantic, or sexual, it's just that none of you have had the chance to hit a laundromat in a while and you don't have anything near clean to wear!! So you take a white long-sleeve from Dale's bag to sleep in, or Norman throws you an old button up of his that you tuck into your jeans and wear to do laundry, or you grab a random hoodie out of the car cuz its freezing and it turns out to be Wayne's. Whatever.

When you guys f i n a l l y have your hands on some good cash and get to go shopping, you try every time to get Wayne to update his wardrobe. "You could be so handsome if you just dressed better!!" "Psh, come on. I- " "Just try on the coat!! Please 🥺" "I don't need new clothes! Look, they're fine!- " "I am looking, and you look like you just broke out of a federal prison- they are not fine!" "Oh would you look at that- (items you like) are on sale over there." "What?- " *you look away for a moment and Wayne ducks behind a rack before slipping out of the store*

Norman on the other hand... is very open to your fashion suggestions! XD He's happy to have you come browse with him and pick things for him to try on. You two casually chat and discuss certain styles, and he values your opinion. A lot of his wardrobe now is stuff you okay-ed.

With Dale... he just really doesn't care XD If you think he'll look good in something then fine, sure, get him that one. He doesn't wanna be clothes shopping at all, so whatever will end this the quickest will be his favourite XD

You have been known to use your ~feminine wiles~ to get discounted, or even free, take out and room service for you and your guys before XDD It all started with Dale and Wayne claiming you couldn't do it and you arguing that you TOTALLY could, and how dare they suggest otherwise, and Norman ultimately challenging you to give it a try. It worked (Obviously, you are the FEMME FATALE of the group), and now its just tradition that you accept the food when they order it and save them some money 😭🤣

BONUS THOUGHT: If you did become romantically/sexually involved with one of them- it would be s o h a r d to find a quiet, private moment to get r-rated. Especially if its Dale or Wayne. Norman can kick the others out. Not exactly subtle, but better then doing it in a bar parking (Wayne) lot or public bathroom (Dale) at least. So goodluck.

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diavalsquil · 2 years

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 - Morpheus x gn!reader

wc: 2,029

There's been way too much talk of throne smut with Morpheus and not enough action in doing so. Alas, here we are. Enjoy ;)

Also it's 2:38 AM and I am not editing this.

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Plot: helping Morpheus release some stress after a long day of ruling The Dreaming.

Warnings: terribly dirty smut, degradation, oral (male receiving,)

Gender neutral~

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Ruling a kingdom was no easy feat, no matter how strong the ruler thought themselves to be. It was no different for Dream, who was an Endless himself, but the weight of his responsibilities was beginning to sink his shoulders in. Sleep was the last thing he needed, but after centuries of being the God of Dreams, he was so, so very tired.

Being the workaholic he was, it was Lucienne who had to drag him away from his work. Otherwise, he'd drown himself in his duties, and push everyone else away without thinking. He's only trying to put his kingdom first, and all of its residents were as grateful as could be, but the toll it was taking on him was obvious. Their lord needed to rest.

Morpheus practically collapses into his throne. He makes himself comfortable, propping his head on his hand as he stares off into the abyss. He sighs tiredly. Right now, all he wanted was you.

And no matter where you were, the two of you always seemed to be on the same page. Without him saying a word, you stroll into his throne room. It was a dark, grand room, with large white stairs that led up to the twisted, iron throne he sat upon. His coat is sprawled out around him, cascading against the white floor. It almost seeps through, as if it were made of ink.

"My love." The dark look in his eyes brighten, until his irises gleam a longing blue. His chin lifts from his hand in eagerness. “I’ve missed you.”

"Dearest." You smile, striding up the steps with surety. Each step you take allows you to better assess your lover's condition. His eyes were tired, shoulders caved in, posture deflated of pride. Who would have thought that gods got burnt out too?

Finally, you've made it to the top. He smiles at you and you move to take a seat on his lap, carefully stroking his pale cheek. Your hand fits right against his skin, like the fate of a perfect puzzle piece.

Morpheus sinks into your touch, eyes closed in pleasure as you kiss his forehead. Ever so gently, you continue stroking his jawline. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, never getting enough. Your heart rate picks up happily, excitedly. You were the only one Morpheus ever truly allowed himself to feel vulnerable with. To let go.

"You've ought to rest," you murmur against his soft skin.

He groans, shaking his head as he buries his nose into your neck instead. "Rest is for mortals."

Butterflies swarm through your stomach at the vibration of his voice against your neck. Your fingers clench around the collar of his trench coat, trying to keep your composure. "I'm sure some relaxation would serve an Endless just as well."

His lips find your neck, kissing the skin tenderly. It made you smile, but you could feel the exhaustion hidden behind it. The stubbornness as well.

But to your surprise, Dream gives in.

"I should like you to show me," he replies quietly. His voice comes out as a mere rasp, words so small that for a second, you think you'd imagined them.

"Show you what?" you ask, not thinking he could possibly be thinking about what you were thinking.

He pulls his head from your neck, blue eyes meeting yours. The softness in his voice tapers with each word. His gaze bores into yours, challenging you. "Show me how to relax, then," he repeats, "If it will do me so much good."

Your jaw drops open, mouth wide, but before you can say anything, Morpheus nods in approval. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" he muses, rubbing his thumb against your lips.

A smile finds your lips and you lean in for a kiss. A long, passionate kiss that floods stronger with each wave. It leaves you thirsty for more. You kiss him until your lips are swollen from the nibbling and fighting for dominance, until his hair is tussled and your own arousal is too much to bear.

The tent in his trousers grows harder with every passing second. You can feet it beneath your thighs as you bring him closer, allowing him to kiss you more passionately, but the passion turns into more. The passion blooms into lust, it leaves your lips tingling like the fire that trickles through your veins. He scorches your lips, each kiss leaving like a burn, until even that is not enough.

His hands find the slope of your neck and pull you closer, never letting go. The kisses grow angrier. You knew he'd been stressed these past couple of days, but you'd never expected him to take out his anger on you. You liked it. Loved it, even.

"Ow," you wince, pulling away from Morpheus' tight grasp.

He lets you go only slightly, thumbs not pressing into your neck as hard, but still not releasing you entirely. With a deep lust in his eyes, he glances down towards your lips then to your eyes.

"Go on," he chuckles. "Do as you dare to your lord. Show me how mortals relax. Please me the way mortals like to be pleased." His eyes narrow, taunting you even further.

You lean in close. "Why would I do that when I could please you the way a god deserves to be pleased?"

He could practically bust from that comment alone, the added grinds you make against his pelvis do little to help. Before he knows it, you've gotten on your knees and there's something about the sight of you before his throne, aroused and ready to please him that makes him want to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.

You start by palming him through his trousers, you can feel the erection hard and stiff on the other side. He throws his head back and releases a deep moan, thrusting his pelvis upwards just a little. Your name escapes his lips.

"Forgive me, my lord. I believe this has been long overdue."

"And to that, I agree," Morpheus groans, clenching his fists against the arms of his throne. “So please, no teasing.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you stroke him slowly. You watch as he writhes in his seat, completely lost in the pleasure and you were barely touching him. To think, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, God of Dreams, was completely succumbed to your pleasure. You had him in the palm of your hands. Literally.

But then Morpheus leans forward to cup your jaw roughly in his hands. Any sign of the gentle sir he'd just been before had vanished. In a dark voice, paired with equally menacing eyes and downturned lips, he says, “I’ve asked you once, love, please,” he says softly, but the gleam in his eyes darkens with a me menacing stare that pierces your soul.

You submit at once, wanting to fall through the ground. "I'm sorry—"

"Can we not follow simple instructions?”

"I assure you, I can."

He leans back in his seat, pleased with your answer. "Keep going," he says softly, but that didn't take the edge of his voice. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.

You unbuckle him at a noticeable faster pace, feeling for his dick until you can fumble it free. The sight leaves your mouth watering and you're ready to proceed at once.

Morpheus gasps at the cold air hitting his tip, you take notice of this and blow on it gently. He hisses in pleasure as you rub your hands up and down the shaft as well.

"Tighter," he orders.

You do as he says, wrapping your hand around him tighter. In hopes of giving him the best experience possible, you move it faster too. He hisses again, this time throwing his head back and he moves a hand to stroke your face.

"Perfect, just perfect,” he whispers to himself, but you catch his words. Surprisingly, it turns you on and encourages you to move faster.

His moans are deep, passing through the air in an airy rasp, every now and then. You can tell he was trying to be quiet. Maybe it was about keeping his dignity, maybe it was about not wanting to be heard. You didn't care, you wanted to hear him, so you move faster, smearing precum all around his cock.

Morpheus lets out a long airy moan, he clenches his fingers, and swallows hard as you bring your face dangerously near his erection.

"Mouth," he orders. "I want it."

Without hesitation, you slide his dick into your mouth, circling your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue. Just like that, you were addicted. You bring it further into your mouth, sucking harder on the salty taste. Before you know it, you're moaning all over his cock.

"Perfect," he praises between groans. "You’re so dirty for this.”

He brings one hand to the back of your head, casually leaning back in his throne as he forces you to go farther down. You gag once he forces it past the point you could manage, causing you to choke and pull away, but it only turned you on farther. You didn't care if you gagged, you were willing to put all that aside as long as he felt good. This was all about him.

"I thought you could do better than that," he scolds. "Please me the way a god deserves to be pleased."

"Morpheus," you moan against his dick, but it comes out as a muffled whine. You suck harder, faster, forcing it down your throat as deep as you can manage.

Morpheus' fingers clench in your hair, jutting his hips up into your mouth as he fucks your face without mercy. "Yes, just like that," he moans. "You like this don't you?" he muses. "Sucking me off like a slut.”

"I like this," you try to say, but again, it's muffled and incomprehensible.

"You're a mess," he chuckles, fucking you faster in the mouth. He watches in awe as you fall apart, gasping as he rams into your mouth. You're finding it harder to breathe. He's finding himself closer to a climax. "You're a complete mess,” he chuckles in disbelief.

Saliva runs down your chin and over his cock, dripping onto the floor below. Morpheus gazes at you in pure amusement as you suck him eagerly, not slowing down even as your jaw grew tired.

"Don't fucking stop," he mumbles, eyes clenched shut as he stops moving to give you a break. This allows you to reposition yourself, placing your hands on his lap to spread his legs apart and get your lips closer to his base, which you lick circles into happily. “Ah…” he moans. “You please me like a whore.”

You return to his shaft, using your hands to make up for the amount your mouth can't handle. Morpheus is completely lost in the feeling, murmuring praising words to you, moaning your name so much it becomes a mantra. The wet sucking sound paired with his deep groans is music to your ears.

"Please me, love, you feel so good. You look beautiful like this. Don't stop..." he murmurs. "I feel it coming."

Simultaneously, he tenses beneath your lips. You bob faster against him, sucking him lovingly, eagerly, looking up at his with seducing eyes. He meets your eyes, murmurs an "I love you," and more words of praise. Then some of degradation. Then a mixture of both.

You melt into the mess of it all, ready for him to explode into your mouth. And then he does.

"Oh, yes," he moans deeply, dragging out the last word for a few lustful seconds. He has a hand on the back of your head again, keeping your head in place as hot ropes of cum shoot out and fill your mouth. You think it'll never stop until it does.

"Swallow."

You obey.

He pulls his cock from your mouth, stroking your bottom lip admiringly as his shaft dips between his legs, dripping with saliva and leftover cum.

"You did well, you should be proud," he says, a small smile finding his face beneath his dazed and fucked-out eyes. "I'm relaxed now, thanks to you."

"I pleased you well?"

Morpheus kisses your forehead. "Like a god."

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