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pinejayy · 1 year

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Muzan, Douma and Gyokko having a human girlfriend

I’m simply writing these because I’m simping so hard for these Demon men so these are mostly for my dirty minded head uwu

Kinda went the extra mile for daddy Gyokko mm

SFW and NSFW Headcanons!!

Muzan Kibutsuji

SFW

Muzan is a harsh Demon and even towards you. Despite being his lover he’ll still treat you like hot garbage. But as time passes by he will warm up to you. But don’t expect him to be the kindest.

You should be lucky to even be looking at his direction, with him being the Demon King and you just being a weak human girl. And be grateful that he hasn’t killed you yet. Just don’t anger him, it won’t end pretty for you.

Deep down Muzan cares for you but he doesn’t know how to show it, but if you were to help him with these new emotions he’ll appreciate it.

BUT OH BOY MUZAN IS A SUGAR DADDY, AND YOU KNOW IT! You want something he already has it for you. You want money, here’s a bag sweetheart go spoil yourself. He’ll shower you with expensive gifts, but lacks in emotional love.

Always has an eye on you, he’ll protect you. He knows how fragile Humans are and if someone dare lays an eye on you they better hope he’s in a good mood and if not he’ll kill them in cold blood and he doesn’t care if they are an upper moon. He can always replace them.

NSFW

Muzan loves pinning you against his bed, he loves watching you struggle. He’s definitely into predator and prey play. He’s always top! So don’t bother asking him if you could be on top.

He loves to tie you up, and he loves tracing a long nail against you soft skin, he’ll even apply some pressure to draw blood out. AND HE LOVES BLOOD PLAY!! HE ESPECIALLY GETS EXCITED ON YOUR PERIOD.

Sometimes he’ll be cool enough to where you can give him a blow job while he’s working. Just like imagine you under the desk and you’re going down town on his dick.

His favorite sex position is missionary, he feels like he has total power against you. He loves the way you make faces when he hits a certain spot. But he just likes it when he’s in charge.

He’s rough, and you’re gonna be screaming his name. Every Demon is going to hear you moan his name out.

Douma

SFW

Douma is a huge selfish asshole, he loves getting under your skin. But this demon ‘Loves’ you. And by love you I mean you’re just a plaything for him. A pet....and a master always needs his pet.

He is a huge sucker whenever you praise him, so you better get on your knees and tell him on how great he is, how handsome he is. Douma is also gonna use you as a foot rest.

He loves making sure that you know that you’re just a pet for him. Nothing more...But you’re his favorite so you have that going for you. Yes it’s gonna hurt you but his attention makes you go crazy.

Since you’re his favorite pet he’s gonna make sure you’re always dressed so well. He is Upper Moon 2 so you have to look pretty for him.

This sick bastard loves playing with your feelings, like he loves reminding you that you mean nothing to him, that you’re useless, you’re nothing but a pet. And that you’re bound to him until you die.

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Like I said, this bastard sees you as pet and only as a pet. So you better get on your knees and suck him off. And praise him while you’re at it. He’ll just laugh and shove his cock deeper down your throat.

He loves hearing you beg, like you’re in the mood. He’ll make you beg and simple please won’t do you well. You have to get on your knees and cry to him, Cry on how bad you want him.

Douma loves the way you taste, the way his tongue moves against your clit and all the sensitive areas. And you better let him have a tasty treat when it’s that time of the month.

He loves whenever you ride him, the way your chest bounces up. It will drive him crazy!! He also loves marking you, that includes biting, scratchs and bruises.

He’s very selfish so don’t get upset when he thinks about his pleasure first rather than yours. Oof.

Gyokko

SFW

Oh boy! Gyokko is probably the one who’s gonna treat you better. I mean you are his and his only!! YOU’RE LIKE AN ART PIECE TO HIM! The way you smile and laugh he just loves it! You’re his favorite kind of Art.

He adores you, he doesn’t know how he landed on such a beautiful girl as your self. And he’s so grateful for you, I mean he knows he isn’t the best looking but with you he feels special.

Please praise him!! I’m begging you!! It will make him feel special!

My sweet boy loves gifting you his pots! And he always gives you the best ones!! The best ones for his best beautiful girlfriend!

He’ll make you carry him if he’s in his pot, but this handsome demon loves late night walks with you.

But if he’s in his final form *daddy*he’ll treat you like a toy. A delicate toy.

Whenever he comes back to you and he’s badly injured you’ll gladly give him some of your blood!

If anyone looks at you and or even tries to flirt with you he’ll shove their body into a pot. No one is deserving enough to lay eyes on your beauty!!

Despite being Upper Moon 5 he’ll hurt the other Upper Moons if they try to flirt with! And with that being said he doesn’t like Douma! That sneaky bastard is always trying to flirt with you.

NSFW

Our boy is gonna put your pleasure first!! He loves making you moan and squirm around. And the way you moan out his name it drives him crazy!!

Two he has two mouths that means twice the kisses! Twice the dirty talk! And twice the tongue of you know what I mean. Wink wink~

He loves praising your body, he loves kissing every single part of your body. He loves telling you how beautiful you are. He loves dragging his fingers against your soft and delicate skin. He loves the way you smell it, so intoxicated for him.

Imagine two tongues pleasing you orally! He’s a god at it! He’s gonna have you shaking, your knees shaking.

As for him, he loves pleasing you with his final form. He loves wrapping his body against your naked body. He could squeeze you, but he won’t.

With your permission he would like to cover you in blood (obviously not your blood) but he’ll like to cover you in someone’s blood. Imagine your naked body covered in blood and he just licks it off.

This artist would love to paint you. Like you better pose for him naked and he’ll paint you onto a pot. And of course no one is gonna see the pot. That’s his special pot and that’s only for his eyes.

Gyokko is gonna please you to the end, you’re his special little art piece. He deeply loves you.

#demon slayer #muzan smut #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #douma x reader #Douma smut #gyokko #Gyokko smut #Douma #gyokko x reader #kny #Headcanons

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4joonkookie · 10 months

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Break Me Off Another Time ♥

Just some smutty musings and 300-600 word drabble/scenarios to consider while your vibrator is charging. Jungkook is a menace.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: Individual word counts and TAGS are listed, 3.3K total.

Masturbation Monday 630 words - masturbation, JK finishes what you start

You find yourself in a smutty rabbit hole in your phone, waiting for JK to get home. It’ll still be awhile before he does. Half horny, half bored, and convinced you can get yourself off without ruining yourself for him later.

You find the right content to get off and slip your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, sliding your fingers and spreading your wetness around.

Not wanting to wear yourself out, you focus right on your clit, chasing it quickly, hands moving swiftly beneath the sheet.

The bedroom door opens. You jump out of your skin and toss the phone on the bed.

He knows. A mischievous grin forms on his face right away.

“Whatcha doin'?” he asks, crawling on the bed with a suspicious cocked eyebrow.

“Nothing, I just_,” you start to explain, and he reaches for your phone on the bed. You clamor to reach it before he does and tuck it close to your chest.

“Let me see. What are you up to?” He teases, reaching for the phone.

You keep a tight grip on it and he tickles your side to get it free. He lifts it and his eyes go wide.

“Oh…” He says. And you could swear all the blood in your body rushes to your face. You try to smother yourself with a pillow.

“You’re getting off to a video of us?!”

“Well, there are worse things, don’t you think?” The heat of embarrassment somehow gets worse.

“So impatient,” he continues, pulling the pillow off your face. “How far did you get?” He asks, reaching his fingers between your legs and his eyes go wide in delight. “Oh, pretty far,” he coos, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. “So wet.”

“Yeah, maybe we could just…” You trail off, pulling his body on top of yours.

“No, no, no, I want you to finish,” he says, sitting with his back to the headboard and guiding you to press your back against his chest with his knees outside of yours, cradling you in. He holds the phone where you both can see it and guides your other hand back to your pussy.

The video keeps playing and you move your hands slowly, unsure, head resting on his chest, his knees outside of yours.

“That’s it,” He encourages. Out of the corner of your vision, you see his eyes are aimed down at your center. Hot breath on your neck. “It was hot enough thinking I just walked in on you jerking off, much less doing it to us. I told you making that was a good idea.”

You chuckle, circling fingers on yourself. “Shut up,”

He laughs. “Keep going, just like that, baby.” The phone is in one hand, showing off his hardbody plowing into you. He uses two fingers, lewdly spreading your lips so he can see your swollen clit better.

Your knees start to buckle, close to coming.

He removes your hands and gives you the screen. Replacing your hand with his, he keeps moving on you. Your eyes are darting from the screen and back to his tattooed fingers, making quick work of your pussy, sending you careening over the edge.

“Is my good girl gonna come for me?” And he uses his body to keep your squirming one still as you cry out. His fingers circle faster and the orgasm crashes into you, phone fallen on the bed. ‘That’s it," he coos, letting it wash over you. Eventually slowing his hand down to a stop. You pant right there in his lap. He pushes 2 fingers inside, sending a shockwave of sensitivity through your body. He pulls them out and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean.

Tasty Tuesday 540 words - teasing/edging, face riding

“Pleeeeeeease, JK.”

Your body is on fire. He's been teasing you for what feels like hours.

He’s been tracing his tongue along the inside of your thighs, leaving gentle bites and sucking little marks. He hasn’t touched your pussy at all and he swipes your hand away when you try it yourself.

“I don’t think you’re ready,” he hums.

Your body jolts when you finally feel something on your pussy. It's his fingers, spreading your lips apart. And you almost feel his mouth on you, but it’s only air. Warm breath blowing over your clit, causing it to painfully throb.

You groan and he chuckles. You prop yourself on your elbows, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“JK, I need it, please,” you beg, pushing your hips toward him.

He dips 2 fingers inside, slowly pushing them in and out. Offering you something and it's heaven. But not where you need it most.

“How bad do you need it?” He teases, voice low and sultry, not changing the speed of his fingers.

“So bad,” you whine, desperate. Tangling a hand in his hair, you instinctively push him down. He resists but looks intrigued.

“That bad?” He leans down and draws his tongue up from your opening to your clit and you just about scream.

You keep his head pushed down with all your might, but he only maintains his slow licks, sending electricity to your spine when he flicks over your clit.

Finally, he stops resisting his head and lets you push him right where you want him. He latches his mouth to you and focuses right on your clit, and it's almost too much after waiting so long.

You press his whole face on your pussy and thrust your hips up to his mouth, never letting go of the hold on his dark locks.

Suddenly, he fights free, pulling himself off you. He’s gorgeous. Hair a mess with glossy pink lips.

“Come here,” he says, laying on his back on the bed.

You know what he wants.

He loves this, but you’re always a bit insecure about it. He senses your hesitation but pulls you by the arms toward him, now as desperate as you. He moves you so your thighs are straddled around his face and he pulls you down hard, suctioning his mouth to your pussy.

And every insecurity leaves your body when the warmth of his mouth is on you again. He encourages your hips to start moving.

You moan, grinding on his face without even thinking. Couldn’t stop if you wanted to. You grab the side of his face and ride, taking everything he has to give you.

He has one arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you down. The other hand is stroking himself wildly. He starts to moan and the vibrations from his voice have you coming even faster.

You speed up, riding his face and feeling his lips, his tongue, his breath, everything right at your center. His moans get high pitched, pressed against your flesh. You know he’s close, too.

You see white and your ears ring when you come, convulsing, then slowly halting on his face. Feel spurts of JK’s cum spill on your back and ass.

Wet Wednesday 340 words - hot tub sexing, silicone-based lube

You and JK are making out in the hot tub, legs straddling him on the steps. He pulls away, heated. “Do you want to go inside?” He asks, suggesting to take this back to the room.

“No,” you reply, kissing his neck and he lolls his head back, hard cock pressing against you. You reach over to where your purse sits on the edge of the tub. Pull out a bottle of lube.

“MMm,” he hums, looking at you. “You planned this,” he says, drawing the string of your bathing suit bottom and pulling them down.

“Maybe,” you wink. “Sit up for a minute.”

He pulls his shorts down underwater and sits up on the edge. Looking around to be sure the coast is still clear, you pour lube over JKs cock and his eyes roll back as spread it around his shaft with your hand.

You guide him back onto the first step and straddle him, lowering yourself onto his slicked cock underwater.

You groan together as you settle onto him. He places his hands on your hips as you circle around his lap, warm water lapping over your bodies.

You try to keep yourself quiet, but your panting can be heard in the air. There's rustling in the bushes, an animal, maybe, but it starts to spook you both.

“Hurry,” he says, thrusting faster from below.

He hits deeper right at your spot and you cry out. He quickly places his hand over your mouth to quiet you, never stopping his pace. You have no control anymore. You can only hang around his neck while he fucks you from below.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck. Fuck,” He whispers. His warmth spills inside and you whine behind the palm of his hand as you come and clench around his cock. He grunts through gritted teeth. You both pant and come down.

Then, headlights pull forward at the gate by the hot tub. You both jump out, get clothes at least half way on, jump the fence, and run.

Thigh-Ride Thursday 330 words - thigh riding, bondage, ruined orgasm

JK is tied naked to a chair, a tie wrapped around his wrists. He has a shimmer to him, sweat glistening over his chest and abs. His chest heaves and his cock stands hard and aching between his legs.

You drag your fingertips over his nipples, making his body shake. Wrap your hand around his shaft again and stroke aggressively until his hips buck up and he’s lifting off the seat of his chair. Just before he’s over the edge, you remove your hand. Evil.

“Noona,” he whines. “Pleeeease.”

“This is payback for the other day,” you say, kneeling between his legs.

“I’m sorry, baby, pleeease. I need to come so bad,”

You tilt your head in sympathy and relish having control over him like this. You run your fingertips over his nipples and watch him squeal.

“Me first,” you say.

You straddle yourself over one of his thighs and begin sliding back and forth, gliding your pussy over the smooth skin of his leg and loving the friction.

He’s left looking forlorn, forced to just sit and watch.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he moans. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You notice his arms are shifting behind him.

“Don’t loosen yourself,” you warn.

“I’m not,” he says with innocent eyes. And you keep sliding, feasting your eyes on him, watching his pretty cock leak at the very sight of you.

He lifts his thigh up, pressing harder against your core and you close your eyes, chasing it.

You grind your way through it, open your eyes, and see him free himself from the tie. He reaches for your hips.

“I didn’t say you could,” you scold. And without a second thought, you wrap a hand around his cock and stroke with intention. His eyes go wide and he moans. Coming and spilling over his abs and you stroke him through it.

He gasps and shakes. “MM… so mean,” he whines.

Four-wheel drive Friday 325 words - car sex, blowjob, spit, spitting

It started innocently enough. Your hand resting on JK’s thigh as he drives to your destination.

It’s escalated to the point where you’re unbuckled, disheveled, and bent over the center console with his cock down your throat. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other tangled in your hair.

Suddenly, the tires skid as he turns into a parking lot and stops behind a building.

“You don’t think we’ll get caught here?” You ask.

He doesn’t answer, just guide your head back down where you can properly suck him. Lips wrapped tight around his shaft and the tip hitting the back of your throat. He reclines the seat and you both take advantage of being able to do this properly (and safely).

Soon, he stops you, pulling your head off.

“Get in the back,” he says through kisses at the back of the car. He kneels between your legs in the cramped back seat, already pulling the panties from underneath your dress and around your ankles.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” you hiss, through kisses and he bites your bottom lip.

“Shut up,” he seethes, “You’d still need this even if I hadn’t fucked you twice today already.”

He unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants. He wraps arms around your thighs and pulls you down onto his dick over and over. It's uncomfortable in the cramped backseat, but it hurts in the best way.

He looks down and watches himself disappear inside you. Then, purses his lips and spits where your bodies meet. He spits again over your clit and moves his fingers to spread it. You can feel the car rocking back and forth.

He pulls out and leans over your face, spilling inside, wringing himself into your open mouth.

“Let me see,” he says breathlessly and prying your jaw open. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your mouth full of cum, purses his lips again and spills saliva into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he says.

Six-Pack Saturday 375 words - gym sex, doggystyle, creampie

You set down your dumbbells and sit for a rest on the bench. Looking in the mirror, you see JK on a pull-up machine behind you. A beautiful distraction.

He’s in a pair of sweats only, glistening from the waist up. You take out your earbuds to hear him, little grunts and pants as he works his way through a set, watching the veins and muscles flex under his skin.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror. You’re caught. He lets go of the handles, feet hitting the floor, and approaches where you are on the bench.

“You seem distracted,” he says, wrapping arms around you from behind.

“Maybe a little,” you admit, craning your neck back to kiss him.

“Me too… how could I get anything done with this in front of me? ‘He grabs at your ass and begins pulling the waistband of your shorts down.

“JK…” you scold.

“What? There’s no one here,” he says, bending you over on the bench. One knee on the pad below you.

“I’m all sweaty,” you excuse.

“Good,” he replies, dragging his tongue from the base of your spine up your back until he can graze teeth along your neck.

He pulls your shorts and panties down, letting them hang off your propped ankle. He lowers the waistband of his sweats and pushes inside without hesitation. You grab onto the pad of the bench below you.

He wraps his hands around your hips with a bruising grip and pounds inside. Placing one of his legs up on the bench, getting impossibly deeper and you cry out.

He twists your hair into both his hands and pulls up, creating a deep arch in your back. He uses the grip to angle your face to the mirror where you can watch him plow mercilessly into you, watch the flesh of your ass bounce against his pelvis.

“So pretty, baby,” he coos and releases your hair. You catch yourself on the bench and hold on for dear life as he moves faster, chasing his orgasm.

Wetness gushes down the insides of your thighs and he comes, spilling inside and making even more a mess of you.

Soft Sunday 700 words [an excerpt of this] - Missionary sex, vibrators

He drags his hands over your skin, getting at the flesh under your shirt. “Anything else?” he asks, lifting the fabric over your head. You get hands on each other's bodies, a night's sleep having been too long a time away.

You gasp and giggle when he slides his fingers inside your panties, stroking between your lips.

“Mmmm,” you sigh, adjusting to his touch. “No, I don’t think so, just the coffee,” you tease.

He pulls his fingers away and leans up on his knees. “If you say so.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, tugging his body close to yours again. He chuckles and pulls panties around your ankles.

“So needy,” you remark, teasing.

“Me or you?” he asks rhetorically. He kisses down your chest and continues. “You think I need an excuse to fuck you into the mattress other than just wanting to?”

He kisses your lips, then leans down to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue and sucks, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin. He smirks as he watches the flesh of your other breast spill between his fingers, puckering his lips and blowing cold air on your skin. You gasp and he wraps his mouth around the other nipple for a while, switching the motions of his hands and lips as he ruts his bare cock against the sheets.

He removes his underwear and positions himself between your legs, lacing his fingers with yours again. He lines himself up and you both groan when he pushes inside. “Fuck, you’re so deep,” you whine as he circles his hips.

He takes the utterance as a challenge and buries himself even further. He leans up on his knees with hands gripped on your hips, pressing your body onto his cock and watching himself disappear inside effortlessly.

He wrings out your pussy like a sponge, everything so wet and slippery.

“Baby, you’re dripping,” he comments.

Draping your ankles over his shoulders, he forms a ‘V’ with his fingertips and spreads your lips. He spits, warm saliva spilling on your clit. He fills you with shallow thrusts and rubs circles, alternating both thumbs, his other fingers gripped around your hips. You cry out, feeling the heat build up in your belly.

He lodges fully inside when you come, pushing against that spot that makes you leak.

“I love when you clench around me like this,” he says, collapsing on his hands again, bending you in half and losing his rhythm. “So fucking wet,” he moans, losing control. He pulses inside as you drag nails down his back.

He barely catches his breath before speaking again. “You sound so pretty when you come,” he says, reaching to the bedside table for the vibrator.

He stays pushed in and you feel his cock softening inside. “Let me hear it again?” He powers the toy on and goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Come again for me?” he affirms.

You drag your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the idea as he drags it over your thighs.

“Softer,” you instruct, and he’s already done it. The threatening boom of the toy is lowered to a gentle buzz before you can even finish the sentence.

“I know,” he says, prodding the tip of the toy where your bodies are connected, gathering fluid to push over your clit. “So sensitive,” he remarks.

You prop yourself on your elbows to see what he sees.

He holds it on your clit and your knees buckle. Using his free hand, he keeps them pried open and rubs the toy in circles on you with eyes glued to your face.

He gathers more of your mess on his free fingers and presses them to your lips. You suck and moan, feeling yourself close again.

“Ungh, Jungkook,” you cry out when your mouth is empty. “Please,” awed at how he’s put you in this desperate place again.

“Gonna come again, baby?” he taunts, increasing the setting on the toy. He pushes his hips forward to stay buried inside as you tense around him again.

You moan, legs shaking. He holds the toy in place until you come and shove his hands away in oversensitivity.

He leans down and kisses your lips. You can feel the smile on his mouth, proud of what he’s done. He grunts when he finally falls out of you, standing up from the bed to grab a towel to clean himself.

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thesuperiorrobin · 11 months

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You never called and it’s been two days.

Probably the longest you two have never been this quiet with each other. But you don’t feel the need to call or text—because you think that he should be the one to come to you first.

You’re stubborn.

Quietness feels your room and it feels wrong—it’s never been this quiet. It’s never not quiet and the only thing you could hear is nonexistent static noise as you try to sleep—counting sheep in your head. A few minutes go by and a soft tap on your window. Jumping yourself awake you groan.

It’s Damian.

That’s what you’re telling yourself as you jump out of bed making your way to your curtain covered window. With a soft smile pairing your lips you move them—the smile now gone and replaced with a frown. It was Jason and Tim. You open the window and let them in. Jason noticed your unenthusiastic behavior and the first to open his mouth

“It’s so good to see you too, it feels like it’s been years” you roll your eyes

“it’s been two days”

“Two days in hell for us. Damian won’t stop being cranky. Yknow how many dummies we had to go through because of him?” Tim sighs and hands you a brown bag.

You take it confused, eyeing it “what’s this?”

“Your little demon spawn—“

“hey”

“sorry—You’re little pookie bear 3000 '' Jason mocks “gave us money to buy your food and give it to you. That’s why we’re here.”

“Also we want you two to make up” Time smiles done to you with his hands on his hips.

“I’ve already forgiven him”

“Then why is he acting like a total Bi-“

“because I haven’t told him in person yet Jay” you sign out, placing the brown bag of food on your bed.

“I’m not going to text or call him, I want him to come to me. He said those things, and I want him to come to me. On his knees and beg for forgiveness” you huff out. Jason lets out a laugh. Time shakes his head with a smile.

“Only you could get him to do it.”

“That’s why I said it '' you laugh “pass the message to him will you. But don’t mention that I want him on his knees begging for forgiveness. Just tell him I want to talk to him or something” they nod—understanding. They walk to your window—one by one they exit. Your goodbyes were quick as they swung away.

`They are so lucky my window faces away from the city” you mumbles, taking a seat on the end of your mattress and grabbing hold of the brown bag, placing it on your lap as you open it. The smell of your favorite food hits you hard and your mouth waters. You shake your head

“you are so lucky I love you to much Damian Wayne”

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jongseongsnudes · 1 year

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twenty three.

warning; 🙁🙁🙁 1k words.

masterlist.

“you’re going to be the most beautiful bride,” your fiancé’s face lights up as he says so, his words and pretty smile one every girl would fall for, “i hope you like the custom design i went with, love.”

the detailed drawing in your hand had you in awe, the to-be-made wedding gown designed by beomgyu himself, one of the prettiest you’ve ever come across. the modernised, silky gown something straight out of a movie.

but it was just not for you.

you’ve always been a sucker for those more traditional weddings, something you’ve always dreamed of when you were younger. a beautiful white gown, a wonderful day full of friends and family and a happy couple who can’t wait to spend the rest of their lives together.

“our mothers are on their way. do you want to try on a few dresses while we wait?” beomgyu’s voice breaks your daze, the man leaning in slightly to look at you, “are you okay?”

“yeah i’m fine beomgyu.”

you pat his knee reassuringly before getting up to follow the store assistant towards the separate bridal changing area. a thought has you pausing for a second, realisation of how comfortable you’ve gotten with beomgyu, hit you.

it had been three weeks since you’ve moved in with him, spending most of your days together at his home. eating, cooking, watching random reruns on tv. despite your bad first impression of him and his flirty nature, choi beomgyu really wasn’t all that bad. he took care of you, made sure you were always okay. and you appreciated that.

“miss, right this way. these are our newest dresses, please pick any that you would like to try on.”

this store must’ve been the most expensive one in the city and to have beomgyu’s mum rent it out for the day tells you just how powerful and truly rich they were. definitely unnecessary with how big the actual store was but you knew the rich don’t share.

your eyes land onto a simple white gown amongst the extensive collection of pearls and diamond covered ones, your hands immediately grabbing it. the look on the assistant’s tells you she’s probably wondering why you chose such a plain dress but to you, it was the most beautiful one.

nonetheless she helps you into it, the sight of the white material gradually covering your body in the mirror makes you anxious. anxious about how real it was all becoming, that you were getting married in two months.

“i’m sorry sir, you can’t be in here!”

you glance up at the lady’s voice, just to see your step brother entering the area, looking like he had just stepped right out of a movie set. he always does.

“s- sunghoon?”

“i thought i’d stop by to see my baby sister pick out her dress,” the man walks over towards you, totally ignoring the poor assistant’s soft pleas for him to leave the area. he replaces her spot behind you instead, his fingers now at your zipper, “give us a moment.”

she does so without further protest, leaving as quickly as possible and leaving you completely alone with sunghoon.

“you shouldn’t be in here, beomgyu is right outside.”

“he’s not my problem. i’m here to see you,” he zips up the gown before readjusting your hair down your back. every little graze against your skin causes goose bumps all over your body, the coldness of his fingers an instant reminder of every other time he had touched you. it’s insane what this man can do to you, how something as simple as his touch could evoke such reactions from you.

he twirls you so you could face him, his arm slyly wrapping around your waist to bring you flat against him. a smile is plastered across his face the entire time, as if he’s happy to see you and to be fair, you were just as happy to see him.

as wrong as it may be, you really did miss this man.

“you look so beautiful.”

it’s as if the air was knocked right out of you, your breathing becoming hasty over two simple words.

if someone told you the park sunghoon, the man who hated you with his entire being would one day say such words to you, you would’ve called them crazy. yet here you were. so many things had happened in such a short time but with the wedding just two months away, you had to think of what was to come.

your future.

you and sunghoon.

and when all this has to stop.

“you said that last time then followed it with you’re poor,” you scoff in an attempt to cover your nervous state but his eyes tells you he could see right past your little act. he always does.

“but you are, doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful though,” he leans down as he says so, gradually closing the gap between your faces. you’re now panicking, eyes impatiently watching the man press his lips onto yours, kissing you. soft and sweet.

“give me time. two months.”

you look up at him, partly confused. your expression only causes him to laugh, a view your poor heart could never get used to. it makes you think about the park sunghoon you first met, the one who always laughed at your misfortune.

“i said that i would stop this marriage, right? i meant it.”

“the wedding is in two months sunghoon, it’s too late...”

you weren’t sure how he was going to make such thing happen, to stop a grand marriage between two powerful families. but in that moment, you felt as though you could really trust him. the look in his eyes was genuine.

it gave you hope that maybe things could really change, that your life could be different from the one its heading towards.

“just trust me. two months.”

“okay, i trust you.”

end.

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Johnny Cage x Reader (NSFW)

18+ (MINORS DNI)

Hey, fuckers, I finally made some of the Johnny Cage x Reader content I promised. Just spent the past five hours writing this instead of doing my homework, lol. I imagined MK1 Johnny Cage for this, so it reflects his specific personality the most, but you could probably imagine a different Johnny Cage. I plan on writing for daddy/DILF MK11 Johnny Cage at some point, too.

Anyways, if you know me irl, then dear god please do not read this, and do not mention this.

...unless like, you enjoyed it and want to talk about it in a good way, ya know? Otherwise just ignore it. You can judge me silently, just please not to my face. K, thanks. Lmao.

A/N: If people enjoy this enough, then I'll take some time to make a gn!reader version of this later! Beta read by me (extremely unreliable) and pasted directly from Google Docs, so pardon any weird formatting.

Words: 2,688

Tags: female!reader, afab anatomy, smut, kind of rough smut, safe sane and consensual, fluff, full Nelson position, creampie, implied breeding kink (it's there for 0.2 seconds), sexual photography (only at the beginning portion), light overstimulation, Johnny is absolutely smitten with you, feelings, Johnny is also a total goofball, Johnny is a horndog

Please lmk if there are any tags you think I'm missing and/or should add! <3

Edit: Here's the AO3 link!

✨You're Something Else✨

He flipped over to the inner camera and curtailed his pace as he angled his phone this way and that, getting the perfect framing. Of course, he had also taken care to angle his dick just right and surprised you with one harsh thrust against your bundle of nerves. The noise you made was borderline pornographic. And, as you’d find out, so was your expression. You heard the sound of a synthetic camera shutter, and the knowledge of what that meant sent a different shudder throughout your body.

“Take a look, babe,” he breathed into your ear before bringing the screen close enough for you to get a good look. “God, we’re so hot.” You struggled to keep your head up so you could look; it repeatedly threatened to loll over as Johnny slowly swiveled his hips this way and that. He seemed to pick up on your troubles, but mercy wasn’t part of his arsenal today. “C’mon, focus, hon’,” he huffed, a tad petulant, and grabbed your chin with his free hand to at least keep you facing forward. His movements didn’t relent, however. Johnny’s chin was hooked over your shoulder so he could look at the picture some more, too. “Here, why don’t you hold it?”

You grabbed the phone and were able to gather a modicum of your wits and senses, just enough to cut through the blurry glaze over your eyes. There you were, held tightly within Johnny’s thick arms. One of his hands was squeezing your breast. A sliver of your skin could be seen gripped between a glimpse of his teeth. The flash caught the glistening sweat that covered your bodies. Oh, and your face bared one of the most fucked-out expressions you think you’ve ever seen on someone. All in all, it was an incredible picture. He had a knack for the camera, you’d give him that. Johnny couldn’t seem to agree more, too. You heard his appreciative groan as he studied the picture yet again, his cock twitching within you.

“Fuck, gonna get that one framed,” Johnny said through nearly-gritted teeth. You wondered in bewilderment just where he would put it.

He dropped the phone onto the mattress, ignoring it in favor of using both of his now-free hands to grab your waist and roll the both of you over. He pushed himself up and back against the headboard with your back still pressed against his firm chest and gripped the underneath of your plush thighs in the process. His sweaty palms slid up to the undersides of your knees, which were soon replaced as he hooked his elbows underneath them instead. In a display of strength, he effortlessly pulled your legs apart and backwards, keeping them held there. You hissed just a little at the pain; your hamstrings weren’t ready for a sudden stretch like that. But you bore through it, for you knew the outcome would most certainly be worth it.

He strained your legs just a bit more, pulling them further back in order to get your arms in his grasp, too. His wrists were pressed against the front of your shoulders, and he topped it off by threading his fingers together behind your head, clasping his hands against the base of your skull. You could feel his warm palms bearing down on the back of your neck. You obeyed and yielded to the applied pressure by allowing your head to be pushed and angled downward.

And, just like that, you were practically immobile. He had you in a body-lock impaled on his dick. In other words, you were utterly at his mercy. God, his cock was already pressing against places you didn’t think were possible to reach—you could only imagine what it would feel like once he got go- “AH!”

“Sorry about that,” Johnny laughed, sounding completely unapologetic about the sudden, sharp thrust, “looked like you were thinkin’ real hard about something.” If you had more control over your mental faculties at the moment, perhaps you would have rolled your eyes in something other than pleasure. “Probably thinking ‘bout my cock, huh?” he tacked on, as if he needed to elaborate upon the obvious implication of his previous statement. You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you nonetheless. You tried to cover your face, but gave a plaintive cry when you remembered that your range of motion was extremely inhibited right now. Johnny chuckled behind you; your attempt at hiding yourself hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Johnny,” you whined, knowing fully well what saying his name like that did to him. Right on cue, you felt his dick twitch violently against your walls, but the man held fast. The realization that you wouldn’t be let off the hook so easily caused a delicious little knot of anxiousness to form in your belly.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I wanna hear you say it,” he huffed against your hair. In a retaliation that doubled as a last-ditch effort to break his resolve, you clenched around him. This prompted a soft grunt to fall from his lips, but nothing more happened. He remained almost statue-still.

Feeling resigned and a little humiliated, you managed to whimper, “I-I was… thinking about your- your… cock…”

Johnny hummed in approval and rewarded you with a few thrusts, albeit rather shallow ones. You nearly wailed when he stopped again just to whisper into your ear, “Good, that’s good, babe, but I want the specifics; give me the dirty details.” The hands laced behind your neck kept you from throwing your head back in frustration.

“Johnny!” you cried out with more intensity than the last time. Johnny shuddered lightly, then blew out a focusing breath. He unlocked his fingers so that he could soothingly stroke your hair.

“C’mon, babe, you know I’m not gonna judge you for what you say, and it’s not like you’re sharing your thoughts with me unsolicited; I’m literally asking to hear them,” he cooed as he continued to mollify your flustered, frayed person. “And let’s be honest: you could say pretty much anything and it would turn me on.” You laughed in the form of a sharp exhale while a tear threatened to spill down your cheek. You couldn’t believe this man- he could be totally serious one moment, then have the humor of a teenage boy the next. It nearly gave you whiplash. Through it all, though, you heard the pleading sincerity underneath. No matter what, he was always so earnest with you—heartfelt to a fault. You loved him for that, and for many other reasons that would take too long to list. He wanted you to trust him, and you did. Wholly.

You sighed, though not in exasperation, and relaxed in his grip; you would have fallen forward if it hadn’t been for strong arms holding you up. The only thing that fell back was your head which now rested on his shoulder. Always an opportunist, Johnny took this moment to suckle at your exposed neck as you gathered your words (though his consistent mouthing made that a bit difficult). “I was, um… thinking about your- your dick, and how it would… feel in this position, f-fucking me.”

Johnny outright groaned this time, no longer feeling the need to hold himself back as you finally began to confess. “Yeah?” he prompted.

“Y-yeah…” you swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing, “‘cause it feels deep- deeper than usual.” At long last, you felt him start to move, causing immediate relief to flood your system. But you weren’t done; he had been so sweet when asking you, after all. Plus, the noises he began to make served as fuel for that fire within you, scorching and tantalizing all at once. “A-and just- ngh- how far you… hah, could- could come inside me.”

“Holy shit, yes,” Johnny gasped with excitement. His pace grew even more rapid after hearing your admission. “Gonna fill you to the goddamn brim-” he was almost panting now, “-and fuck my come so deep inside of you that- ah, fuck- that, soon enough, everyone will know who you belong to.” Another deluge of molten lava surged through you, responding to the implication held in his filthy words. Yet, you were helpless in this position to do anything about it. All you really could do was allow yourself to be used as Johnny’s personal fleshlight, but you didn’t mind. He bullied himself into you relentlessly, sparing you not a single moment of his love and lust for you, and the squelching sounds that echoed throughout the room were downright obscene. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet,” Johnny breathed. Your thighs were sore and you knew your voice would be scratchy tomorrow with how he was making you scream to the high fuckin’ Heavens and back. Your muscles begin to repeatedly tense and relax, a sign alongside your high-pitched keening that you were quickly approaching your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed at the intense stimulation you were providing. His grip turned vice as any inhibitions of his that were left (read: very few) were thrown out the door along with the metaphorical key. “Fuck…fuck!” He kept your thighs and arms squeezed between his biceps and forearms, leaving you unable to do anything but take it. It seemed like Johnny wasn’t very far behind you, but you needed just a little bit more to reach your release. So, naturally, you began to beg.

“Plea- GUH- nn…ple- h-ease…! Touch- hah…need-!” you sputtered, barely able to form a single coherent word with just how ruthlessly he was jackhammering into you. Knowing you and your body well by now, Johnny was able to interpret your nearly incomprehensible request.��

“Be good for me, baby,” he groaned. Johnny then released one of your arms and legs as he slid the respective hand down your torso—lightly pinching your tit on its way down—and over your sex. “Be a good girl and come for me,” he demanded before he pressed his finger against your clit and began to apply pressure in movements of tight little circles. It barely took five more seconds for you to come. You practically convulsed on his lap, your body jerking this way and that as pure ecstasy overtook every fiber of your being. Being the gentleman that he is, Johnny fucked you through it all, riding the wave of your frenzy alongside you.

Oversensitivity began to inevitably settle in, though, and Johnny was still tearing through you like a bull in a china shop. Though the mingled pain and pleasure felt amazing, you weren’t sure how much of it you could take. Just as you were about to voice this, Johnny fiercely shouted your name before you felt the unmistakable warmth of his semen saturating your insides. He held you tightly against him as he continued shooting ropes of cum into your throbbing, awaiting pussy, all of which you readily accepted as you milked his cock with unrivaled greed. The peak of his pleasure seemed to go on for a while before he eventually began to simmer down. His whole body relaxed and he repositioned his arms around your waist while he eased his grip.

It took some time for the both of you to regain your breath. Johnny’s fanned over your neck as your own grazed his collarbone. After some time you felt both of your hearts begin to settle, beating in and out of synchronicity. Johnny pressed a kiss against your temple, eliciting a contented sigh from you.

“God, you’re so hot,” Johnny proclaimed.

“I thought we were both hot?” you asked, parroting his statement from earlier.

“Well yeah, we are; I wasn’t People’s Sexiest Man Alive last year for nothing.” You actually did roll your eyes in amusement this time—would he ever stop bringing that up? “But, you? God, you’re…” he trailed off, momentarily at a loss for words (an extraordinarily scarce occurrence). Your heart skipped a beat as he struggled for what to say. “You’re just something else, you know? I don’t know how else to describe it—you’re just…amazing. Smart, funny, supportive, sexy-” he lowered his voice as he spoke the last word and drummed his fingers against your sides. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was wiggling his eyebrows like a fool. You lightly backhanded his shoulder for his antics, but he only laughed and grabbed your hand before you could pull it back and laced his fingers with yours. “Okay, no, seriously though, you always have my back no matter what I do or say, even when you know I’m wrong, as rare as that is-” This time, you used your other hand to softly smack at his chest. He laughed again, and you couldn’t help but giggle with him, especially when he did as you had expected and grabbed your other hand and also intertwined it with his own. After your snorts and snickering died down, he decided to kiss the tip of your nose.

“‘Something else’, huh?” you mirthfully repeated with a gleam in your eye. Johnny looked at you like a lovesick fool with those big, brown puppy-dog eyes.

“Something else,” he firmly restated as he held your gaze. You couldn’t help the shy, soft smile that adorned your features.

“At the risk of overinflating your ego, I have to say that I also find you to be ‘something else’,” you expressed, and then decided to elaborate,” “underneath all of that muscle, bravado, and good looks, you’re a big softy who has a heart of gold and lots of love to give, and I wouldn’t rather spend my time with anyone else.”

Johnny’s expression had morphed into a mixture of disbelief and awe by this point. He didn’t say a word—just continued looking at you like you might have hung the moon and the stars. It was a little overwhelming, though certainly not unwelcome. And then the goofiest grin you’ve ever seen on him suddenly stretched across his face, reaching from ear to ear. The look was completed with a single quirked eyebrow.

“You think I’m good looking, huh?”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned exasperatedly, but you couldn’t help the hint of amusement that seeped into your voice. “That’s it, I’m sleeping in the other room.” Though joking, you let go of his hands and made to get up, but Johnny’s reaction was instantaneous; he pulled you back against him, and only then did you realize that his penis was still inside of you as you felt it shift during the sudden movement.

“Nooo, stay here,” he whined petulantly. He reaffirmed his grasp around your waist and kept you in his lap, snugly wrapped around his cock. Your stomach fluttered a little bit at the feeling of still being full while his seed dripped down along your perineum.

You made an exaggerated sound of irritation, clearly putting on an act, and dramatically exclaimed, “Ugh, fine, I guess I can stay for a bit longer.”

“Knew you couldn’t resist my charm,” Johnny hummed into your hair, muffling his voice a bit. You just shook your head and smiled.

“You never miss an opportunity, do you?”

“Nope!”

You chuckled again before settling in against him, squirming around a bit to try and get comfortable. “You gonna pull out anytime soon, oorrr…?” you inquired.

For a brief moment, he acted like he was actually going to think about it, then quickly replied, “Nah, don’t think I will.” Though you weren’t opposed to the idea, this was certainly a new behavior from Johnny. You furrowed your brow.

“And why’s that?”

“Hmm, I said I was going to fuck my cum into you,” he recalled like he was telling you about yesterday’s weather. And just like that, the dying ember that resided in your abdomen flared back to life. You could hear him lick his lips, which was followed by a nibble at your earlobe. He purred against it, “or have you already forgotten?” You could feel him beginning to harden again inside of your abused cunt.

Oh, this was going to be a long night.

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Day 3: Anal w/ Roy Kent

kinda wish today was choking bc I had a joke about no one chokes harder than the Republican party

Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you sure about this?”

The question startled a laugh out of you. You laid back on the plush bed beneath you and spread your arms out against the soft, cotton sheets. Despite dating a very rich man, the life of luxury still amazed you and if there was one thing Roy never skimped on, it was on his sleep.

“Yes, you muppet. You’ve asked me that three times now. I’m sure.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I just want to make sure I’m not fucking this up.” Roy meant it to be humorous but you could see that he was tense. You pushed yourself up and settled on your knees so you could lean up and grab his shoulders.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else but you, Roy Kent. So get that pretty head out of your arse and get your other head into my arse.”

It was times like these that he regretted dating a younger woman.

“Fucking hell,” he choked out. “Have some compassion on my nerves.”

“Alright, Mrs Bennett,” you teased. You smoothed your hand down his shoulders and then traced your fingers down the soft hair that covered his chest. “If you’re not comfortable with it, then we don’t have to do it. It’s totally fine.”

“No, I just…I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your big softy. You cupped his cheek and smiled softly at the conflicted look in his dark eyes. For such a menacing man, he really was the biggest softy when it came to you. Your thumb rubbed along the soft skin of his lips and he breathed out against your touch.

“Knowing you the way I do, you did your research, right?”

“Might’ve asked Tartt if he’s ever popped a cherry before,” he grunted. You giggled at the mental image of that conversation.

“See? And I’ve done my research and I know my safewords. If at any point either one of us needs to stop, we stop. Right?”

“Right.”

You pushed away from his chest and landed back on the soft mattress. “So pop my cherry, Kent.”

He growled and flipped you over in that deliciously strong way of his. You sighed as you laid out on your stomach, but then he was grabbing your hips and making sure your back was arched and ass prominent. Roy slid his hands over the soft cotton of your sleep shorts and then slowly eased the fabric down, revealing the puckered hole he had yet to breach.

Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation and you burned with the unreleased desire that had been slowly building in your veins. This was some wild fantasy that had come to mind. You never thought he would actually-

Holy shit. Roy Kent was rimming you.

The rough burn of his beard against your sensitive flesh lit your nerves on fire. His strong hands pulled your ass cheeks apart so he could access your hole better. You moaned at the warm touch against your skin and it nearly covered up the sound of the lube bottle being opened. Fuck, this was really happening.

One of his lube-covered fingers replaced his tongue as he probed at your hole. You instinctively clenched and then relaxed as he eased the tip of one finger in and then let it rest until you gathered your bearings. This was so much tighter than your pussy. A startled gasp escaped you as he pushed in further and Roy paused.

“Alright?” His other hand stroked down the inside of your thigh and you nodded.

“Yes. Yeah. Fuck. Keep going.”

He worked you open, slow and gentle and completely unlike the man he was portrayed to be, until he could work in two fingers. Then three. It was at that point that you were practically whimpering into the pillow underneath you.

“If you don’t put that cock in me in the next five seconds, I won’t let you near me for a month.”

“Yeah right,” he snorted. The sheets rustled beside you and the snick of the lube bottle being opened once more caught your attention. Roy adjusted himself on the bed and then he was there. The blunt head of his cock pressed against the mess he had made of you and you scrambled to grab the sheets as he started to slowly fuck his way into your tight channel.

“Fuck, Roy. Fuck,” you moaned. “Just like that.”

He leaned down to kiss the small of your back before he slid fully into your ass and then settled, giving you time to adjust. You flashed him a thumbs up and he slowly slid out before thrusting back into you. Your body jolted with the thrust and you moaned in appreciation at the feeling. It was foreign and strange, but so fucking hot.

You could tell he liked it too based on the way his breathing became ragged and rough at the edges. This had to be a totally new sensation for him too. Tight and controlled. His hips snapped against yours and your eyes rolled back into your head. Shit, that felt good.

Roy reached down and rubbed at your clit, pushing you towards the edge and forcing you to tumble over until you were whining and sobbing into the pillow below you. His hips stuttered as he came, spilling into the condom, and then he was carefully pulling out of you and lying you down on your side.

Silence, except for your labored breathing, filled the room. Your brain was mush. Gentle hands caressed your side, your hair, your thighs.

“He’s here. He’s there. He’s every fucking where,” you mumbled out. Roy barked out a surprised laugh and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“Came everywhere in you now, haven’t I?” he hummed.

“Roy Kent,” you sang. “Roy Kent fucked my ass.”

“God, I love you.”

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lazorbeanz · 1 month

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Late Night

Unbreakable Bond

Headcanons and indirect quotes :p #4

🔶 Tails: You ready for tomorrow’s history test?

Sonic: Yea

Tails: What ended in 1896?

Sonic: 1895

Tails: Yea you ready…

🔷 Tails: So, who did ya learn about today?

Sonic: Errr some guy called ‘Martha Luker King Jr.’

Tails: *tryna hold it together* u-uhm okay…and what did he do?

Sonic: *with all confidence* He died for our sins…

Tails: Wait no that’s- *wheeze*

🔶 Sonic singing along the Chorus of Speed Life (he doesn’t know French): 🎶“Something something speed life…SOMEBODY’S WATCHING MEEEEEE”🎶

🔷 Sonic and Tails have this challenge they do at karaoke nights where they attempt to sing a song that’s not in English, which really just ends up as a big laughing fest as they fail miserably. Sonic tries to make up for it by dancing to the music (cuz mind you, it’s catchy) but his legs turn into spaghetti from his fit, and faceplants onto the floor. Tails attempts to help him up but his knees do a funny and falls on top of him, leaving the brothers immobile and gasping for air.

🔶 Sonic: is the pink panther a lion?

Tails: say that again but slower

Sonic: I don’t get??

Tails: he’s the pink PANTHER

Sonic: okay?? But is he a lion?

Tails: 🤦..*grabs the landline phone* hello is this the brain replacement store-

🔷 The brothers have a war going on in their Snapchat stories, where they would steal awkward pics of each other…whether that’s Sonic eating a really messy chilidog or tails after an experiment gone horribly wrong, with the caption being like ‘look at this loser lol’ or something meme related…yes they turn each other into memes

🔶 Sonic would randomly decide to attach tails to a lead every now and then to see his reaction, which at first was pretty vicious, but now he’s just like “rlly bro? -_-” but either one would send Sonic in hysterics

🔷 Tails: hey Sonic, what word starts with “f” and ends with “u c k?”

Sonic: Fu- WAIT TAILS NO-

Tails: it’s firetruck! 😊 uhh sonic?

*cue sonic getting carted away in an ambulance…i think he stopped breathing*

🔶 Since Sonic doesn’t give a toss, tails would somewhat keep an eye out on his brother’s quill care (you could say Amy has talked to Tails about the matter) so after heaps of reasoning and the last resort - the cute fox eyes, Sonic reluctantly gives in to letting his younger brother brush his quills for the first time. It’d go down something like this…

Tails: one~

Sonic: ow-

Tails: two~

Sonic: OWWW…how many of these (brush strokes) do we have to do?!

Tails: like a thousand or something…thre-

Sonic: AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!!!!🦅🦅🦅

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🔷 Tails was so sleep deprived that he almost mistook liquid petroleum for coffee one morning (somehow)

🔶 Tails loves planes…in all forms…and THAT INCLUDES the one used to be fed…

Sonic: Tails, you are 8 years old, with an IQ of about 300…and you still want me to do…this?

Tails: b-but…aeroplaneee 🥺

Happy wholesome Wednesday!

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avocado-writing · 7 months

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Kinktober 30

30. Double Penetration, Hotdogging, Gape/Fisting

The first time they were both inside you is a memory that you hold dear.

It was early in your relationship, but not immediate. You think the two of them were worried about hurting you. There was a validity to it: you were human, and they weren’t sure what they could do to your body that would cause pleasure without pain.

Turns out, quite a lot. You like it rough.

Tonight, they’re tucked in against you. Crowley has snagged one of your arms in his grip and won’t let go, Aziraphale is nuzzled into your side with his lips resting against your shoulder. You can’t sleep, not yet, so you let your mind wander back to that first time as you caress them both while they slumber.

You’re trapped between them, as you often are - oh, how they love to share you. What a testament it is to their love, to be like this.

Aziraphale presses inside you first. They’ve spent a long time fucking you with their fingers, scissoring you open as if they knew tonight was going to be the night. You’re dripping with sensual oil and your own arousal as the angel finds your hole and pushes with the blunt head of his cock; he slides in easily. He always does. A perfect fit, slotting as if two pieces of a puzzle. You moan and sigh with delight at the feeling of being full.

“There we are, my dear. Gorgeous. I’ll never have enough of you, never.”

You kiss your angel full and slow on the lips, letting your hand trail down his chest, feeling the fullness of his pectoral, the rough tug of his coarse hair there.

Moving from his mouth for just a moment, you toss a look over your shoulder to Crowley, and raise an eyebrow at him along with a challenge.

“Come on, Crowley,” you whisper, “I’m sure you can fit too.”

His pupils blow out with lust and he palms himself, but you can see there’s a hint of trepidation.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, nightingale.”

You laugh, a deep, sensual and thick thing, tossing your head back with the joy of being loved and fucked.

“Darling, it will take more than two cocks to break me. Come on. I want to feel you fuck me, together.”

How can he turn down an invitation like that? Under the watchful eyes of you and your angel, Crowley drizzles a little more oil onto himself, massaging his length until he’s shiny and slick. He nudges your knees further apart so he can better mould himself to the curve of you, press his chest against your back. He’s warm, gorgeously warm.

You feel his head bump against your full hole. Aziraphale lets out a small fluttery sigh as Crowley dips a finger in you, pulling you a little further open to allow himself proper access to you. Soon it is replaced with his length beginning to fill you up too.

The stretch is delicious. It is mouth-watering. You’re glad there’s one either side of you, or you’re certain that you’d collapse to the bed. Crowley’s thin frame keeps you pinned up against Aziraphale’s softness as he inches into you, revelling in the feeling of his member pressing against the angel’s.

“Fuck–you’re–you’re both…” he trails off as he forces himself in further, and your body moves to accommodate him. Before long he is totally engulfed by you and the three of you still for a moment. Your pulse thrums through your body like an erratic drum, pounding out the beat of your arousal. You feel the two of them jostle against each other as they utterly fill you. It is a sinful stretch and yet one, now you’ve had a taste of, you know you will never get tired of having.

“Fuck me, please,” you manage. They can do nothing but bend to your will. Slowly, with shallow little thrusts to match each other, to feel each other’s cocks pump, they begin to fuck you in tandem. They press up inside, stroking your velvet walls and hitting that spot which drives you wild. All you can do is melt into them.

“Nightingale?”

“Hmm?”

“Nightingale?”

You turn sleepily and see Crowley has woken up. He narrows his sleepy eyes at you, dressing you down.

“What are you thinking about? I can tell it’s something naughty,” he asks with a grin, voice quiet so as to not wake Aziraphale. You sigh and tangle him in a kiss before plopping down on his chest as a pillow.

“Just a fond memory, my love.”

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#fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween #aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #avo’s kt23

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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"I was trapped in the wardrobe while they had sex. I accidently waited so long that it was just weird to leave until they were finished." please, this could be really funny 😂

AYE YO. I WAS CLEARING OUT MY DRAFTS AND LOOK WHAT I FOUND BURIED? I totally forgot about this, I think I never posted because I never proofread it, and I still haven’t, but now I just don’t care. enjoy whatever mess this is because I remember writing it on my phone!

psa to all. this is not prompts reopening, this is just me having a clearout of my asks/drafts! don't send me more!

When Azriel walked in, you became acutely aware of it before you could actually see him. You always just knew when he was nearby, the tingle on the back of your neck that travelled down your spine, the flutter in your chest, the way your thoughts seemed to scatter away temporarily. As your thoughts moved to him, you lost your place on the page, the story fading away.

Glancing up and waiting for him to appear, you were more than shocked that the usual stoic mask he wore was entirely absent, and instead, a look of horror and distress painted onto his features. He stared blankly into the room, shoulders slumped and eyes positively haunted.

"Az... sweetie, you okay?" He swallowed, throat bobbing, and his eyes finally moved from the fire to you on the couch before it. You closed your book after marking the page, setting it aside as he just stared. "You wanna' talk about whatever it is?"

"I... I was pranking Cassian." He paused, turning to face you a little more, and with a few quick steps, he shuffled across the room to perch on the arm of the large chair opposite you. "Y'know, to get back at him for replacing all my holsters with hot pink ones last month."

"I remember." It took everything you had not to giggle at the memory, it had been a full day before Azriel had found where Cassian had hidden the rest. A full day of watching your friend parade around strapped up in too-small hot-pink leather, tight around all those black-clad muscles and golden skin. It may have been a prank on Azriel but it was a treat for you.

"Well, I was in his closet. Cutting all his training shirts into crop tops." He shifted, eyes flickering away from your own as heat rose to his cheeks, wings drooping even further down as he practically hunched in on himself. It was so unlike him, and you were invested. "But.. Cass came back early. I had to stay in the closet and hide. He wasn't alone. Nesta was with him. They.."

"Started bangin'?"

Azriel cringed, looking as though he was traumatised by it. "It went on for so long. I heard their bodies make sounds I never want to hear again. I heard Cassian say things I never wanted to hear my brother say. I witnessed things that will leave me sleepless for-" You hid your giggle behind your book, squeezing your eyes shut and his words snapped off at your laughter. "It's not funny!"

"Why didn't you just, y'know, do your little shadow-winnow thingy out of there?"

"Oh, gee, I wish I thought of that!" He rolled his eyes at you, but the way he was resisting a smile flicking at the edges of his lips made you grin even wider. "Oh, wait, I did! Cassian obviously knew I was gonna' get him back, he must've figured it would involve some kind of magic or spell, because he warded his room. I went in on foot, I had to leave on foot. I was trapped!"

"Oh, Gods.." You were cracking up again, and he whined -whined! - like a petulant child, only furthering your amusement.

"I'm so glad you're finding joy in my misery. I'll never be the same."

"Oh, poor Azzy." You put on a pout, despite your chest still shaking a little with laughter. "C'mere, you want me to hug it better?"

You held your arms out to him, wiggling your fingers dramatically, and he huffed. The same indignant sound he always made, and you waited for him to slip on his I'm-so-manly mask, and tell you he didn't need a hug. Instead, he moved forwards, one knee on the edge of the couch beside your calves, plucking the book that lay abandoned on your chest and discarding it, before replacing it with his head as he collapsed down against you.

You sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as you felt him get comfortable, knowing that underneath his cheek was your racing heart, that there was no doubt he could feel it going crazy. His arms circled your waist, settling his body between your thighs until he was letting out a heavy sigh. Clearly comfortable now, his body melted into your own as your arms wrapped lightly around him, one hand smoothing up and down his spine between his wings slowly.

Your other hand twitched, neglected and feeling useless, drawn to touching him as he finally caved into whatever line you two had been dancing for over a year now. If he could let his walls down, you could too. Running your fingers once, experimentally, through his hair, he hummed happily under his breath at the feeling, tipping his head up fractionally into your touch to silently request more.

You weren't sure how long passed, how long it took you to finally calm the racing of your heart, the spinning of your mind.

It could have been hours or even days that you lay there, running your fingers through his hair, dragging your fingers over the muscle between his wings in soothing patterns.

"I've always thought you have such nice tits."

"What- I- Azriel!"

“I’m just saying! I’ve been lay on them for like twenty minutes now!” He chuckled but didn’t shift off of you, even though you were sure the flush from your face was travelling down to your chest, under his cheek. “This is nice. I don’t feel so stressed anymore. I should lay on your tits more often.”

“Hey!” You have a sharp tug to his hair, a punishment for the teasing lilt to his voice, and he groaned, lifting his head as your fingers started smoothing through the locks again.

There was a playful look on his face, something dangerous in eyes, not at all what your expected for your little act, and your breath hitched. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips as he stared, your breath hitching. You and Azriel had been flirting, dancing around this thing for so long now you could barely remember when it started, and you were waiting for him. Waiting for him to make the first move, to be ready for more. You’d always been his, everyone knew it too, it was just waiting on him to make the move.

He shifted a little closer, until his lips were brushing yours, a teasing drag, testing the waters. Your fingers smoothed through his hair, a gentle caress until you were no longer gripping, fingers smoothing lightly over the back of his head instead.

“Az…”

Your whisper was silenced, his lips crashing down into yours as that final thread of resistance snapped. It snapped so wonderfully, so cataclysmically, one hand smoothing up your body until leaving you entirely, pressing into the couch by your shoulder to hold himself up. The kiss was intoxicating, your head spinning with every slow drag of his lips against your own, every soft pant of your name he let out, every swipe of his tongue.

Your nails scratched against his scalp, a shaky moan too, when he sucked tour lower lip gently, pulling away only to take ragged, gasping breaths. With foreheads pressed together and your eyes still closed, you could practically feel his smile, his nose nudging yours.

“Let’s never stop doin’ that, okay?”

“I think I could agree to that.” You whispered back, hand slipping down to his face, thumb running between, across his lips softly. His eyes finally opened, pulling back enough to sparkle at you lovingly, brows raising a little at the mischievous look you were sure was on your face. “I think, you need a little revenge on Cass and Nes.”

“Oh, yeah?” He dipped down, unable to help himself from stealing a few further kisses from your lips, despite your giggling and smiling. “How am I gonna’ do that?”

“We.” You hitched a leg up, locking it at his waist, his wings flaring and eyes darkening a little as you pushed his hips down into your own. Every little bit of your bodies was touching, the evidence of his arousal clearly grinding into your now, and his other hand flew back to from your thigh. “Dinner time soon, and guess who has to walk right through this living room to get to the dining room. I say we give them a little show of our own.”

His wings spread a little further, shielding you from the outside world entirely. “Only I get to see you fall apart, baby, but I want you to wake them up with your screams.”

#azriel x reader

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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avatrice + kiss on the back of the hand?

[ava + some friends, more outside pov (in the future!) for @unicyclehippo]

despite the fact that physical therapy is boring, and not at all your favorite activity, you like your therapist, brian, and at least you’ve gotten to consistently schedule it early enough in the morning you don’t miss your bridge group. and you’ve been compliant — mostly; you did spend more time on your feet last week than you were supposed to, but your grandson was visiting and you would never let him leave without having his favorite brisket and matzoh ball soup — and have done the exercises brian gives you to do at home every day.

the physical therapy gym is mostly boring, more — and you hate to say it — old people, like you, recovering from total knee or total hip replacements, and a few young athletes. your son, ezra, drops you off and picks you up twice a week; sometimes his husband, marcus, fills in and he always takes you to get donuts afterward, your little secret. today you sit at the table you always start at, your walker steady and almost unnecessary at this point, and a young woman, exhausted-looking and the kind of pretty that could easily belong in a party when you were young, sitting in a sleek wheelchair by the table, smiles gently across you. you’re early by a few minutes — ezra is wonderful, but he’s a bit wound up all the time — so you smile back. ‘i’m ruth,’ you say.

‘hi.’ the young woman seems happy to talk, cheerful. ‘i’m ava.’

‘very exciting beginning to your morning, it seems like.’

she groans. ‘ugh, tell me about it. my partner barely woke up in time to drive me here.’

you laugh. ‘not a morning person?’

ava rolls her eyes. ‘no, not at all. i love mornings though, even if they’re at physical therapy.’

‘it’s not so bad,’ you tell her. ‘have you done it before?’

‘not really.’ she shrugs. ‘i have some chronic spine stuff from a car accident when i was younger, and my doctors have tried… a lot, so we’re hoping this helps everything.’

‘i hope it’ll help.’ you gesture to your walker. ‘total hip replacement. from being old.’

ava’s smile is bright. ‘kinda cool, to get old, though, huh? and to have as cool of clothes as you do? i can only hope the same for myself, one day.’

it’s sweet, and sincere, and aching under the surface. ‘it is wonderful, to get to grow old. and —‘ you wink — ‘to get to be better dressed than everyone around you.’

‘hell yeah.’ she looks at her own hoodie and joggers. ‘i usually am better dressed than this, or, at least, more fun; i just had surgery last week.’

‘well, when you’re feeling better, i’m sure i’ll be very impressed.’

‘i don’t know about that.’ ava blushes a little, and you’re delighted. ‘i think my partner is probably the better dressed of the two of us; she’s very chic. but i’m fun!’

‘fun is the most important part. especially when you’re an old lady.’

she laughs and then brian walks up, says hi to you, and you wave. ‘good luck, ava. i’ll talk to you soon.’

‘for sure,’ she tells you enthusiastically.

you’re waiting on a bench in front of the physical therapy gym in the warm sunshine — not too hot, not too cold, perfect — when ava walks toward you, slowly and with a cane, but walking.

‘is this seat taken?’

‘for a pretty girl like you? absolutely not.’

she laughs, bright and warm. ‘ruth, you flirt.’

‘i’m old.’ she sits gingerly and it makes you hurt for her, just a little — not that she needs any mobility aids, but because it’s clear she’s in pain. ‘i get to flirt whenever i want.’

‘oh, is that how it works?’

‘absolutely,’ you tell her sagely.

‘well, other than me, of course, let me know if there are any crushes i should know about? i love drama, and my life is, both tragically and fortunately, drama free right now.’

‘well, sean in my bridge group, and david from shul. oh, and lee from my favorite cafe i go to for lunch.’

‘hmm, pros and cons? or are we playing the field?’

you laugh, and you tell her about sean’s clever hands, the beautiful way david reads scripture, how lee always offers you half his reuben. ava listens attentively, like she really cares, and, after she asks a thoughtful series of questions about how to play bridge — my girlfriend would probably demolish at this game, honestly — you understand that she really does care; she really does want to know you. so you ask her questions too; her partner’s name is beatrice, and she is, according to ava, beautiful and kind and exacting; ava grew up mostly in spain and is a bartender, which she loves, and they live in a house on the beach because beatrice, apparently, works in consulting all over europe, and also enjoys teaching aikido. ‘she has four black belts,’ ava says, and fans herself. it makes you laugh, and when marcus drives up in his practical, nice bmw hybrid, you pat her hand.

‘see you tuesday, ruth.’

‘enjoy your weekend, ava.’

ava’s walking better on tuesday, and she sits next to you without asking this time, after you’re both finished. she fishes around in her crossbody bag and then holds out her hand, some candy with wrappers in mandarin on her palm. ‘they’re plum candies. they’re beatrice’s favorites, so i thought i was being sweet, but, i kinda went overboard and ordered, like, enough for a small army.’

you laugh but take one — you would never turn down an offered sweet; something of a communion — and open it while ava does the same. it’s wonderful: flavorful and sweet and a little sour, and you tell ava that.

‘ugh, i know,’ she says. ‘i don’t think bea had had them for a really long time; she cried the other day.’ ava smiles, like she’s trying not to laugh. ‘it was very sweet. a little dramatic, but i get it. i kind of go crazy for panellets.’

‘well, i’m making babka tomorrow, how about i bring you both some thursday?’

‘ruth, that’s too much.’

‘i love to share food,’ you say. ‘really, it’s part of the job description of a bubbe. they only let you in if you share your babka.’

ava rolls her eyes but then she nods. ‘i would really love that.’

ezra drives up, and you stand — easily, now, without pain and much stiffness — and wave.

your babka turns out as good as it always does — the best at shul, despite the fact that yael claims hers is better — and you place a few carefully in a tupperware to bring to ava, who seems a little wilted when she sits next to you. she waves you off when you look concerned.

’no big deal,’ she says. ‘just didn’t sleep too well last night. but! now i’m going to eat the world’s best babka and nap after bea drops me off. do you think i could convince her to nap with me?’

‘depends on why you didn’t sleep well last night.’

it takes ava a minute but then she laughs, brightening immediately. ‘ruth!’

‘you’re young, you should be having fun.’

‘oh, we have fun.’ ava grins. ‘don’t worry.’

‘well, speaking of fun,’ you say, ‘a few of my friends and i go to this water aerobics class at the country club together, every wednesday. i’m sorry if i was eavesdropping, but i heard kayvon tell you that some water therapy might be helpful? it’s really quite fun.’

‘that sounds awesome, honestly. i just got cleared to drive myself next week, so i would love that!’

you don’t bother to mention that everyone in the class is over seventy, mostly because you don’t really care, but, also, ava doesn’t seem to care, at all, that you’re at least fifty years older than her: you’re friends, and she’s kind, and bright.

once again, marcus is there to pick her up before her ride, but you give her your number — and you add her on facebook, because that’s easier for you sometimes — before you leave. you send her the details later that day, and she responds with a few emojis you don’t understand, but that your grandson laughs at when you show him. good enough.

‘i didn’t know, really, what to wear to water aerobics,’ ava says, happily sitting on the edge of the pool with you. she has on a simple red one-piece, her hair tied up in a bun, although short pieces escape. the back dips low and you see multiple scars, some faded and one new, and painful looking; ava’s light often makes you forget why you first met.

‘this is great,’ you tell her. you gesture to your brightly colored, polka dotted tankini. ‘you can spice it up however much you want. just wait until you meet angela.’

as if on cue, angela, tall and Black and striking, walks in, with her perpetually perfect close cropped hair, in a pair of heels and draped in an elegant silk coverup over a royal blue bikini. ‘whoa,’ ava says, and it’s so earnest it makes you laugh.

‘listen,’ ava says, ‘i’m bi, queer, and, yeah, i have a partner who is so so so beautiful, like, god, this morning she came home from surfing and used our outdoor shower — thank god for her trust fund, am i right? — but… ruth, i have eyes.’ she looks over to you. ‘you have eyes too, right? like, no offense to sean and david and lee, but… angela is stunning, okay?’

‘she is,’ you grant her, mostly because you’re amused. angela walks over and smiles, gracious and perfect, and you gesture to ava, who gulps. ‘angela, ava. ava, angela.’

‘hello, ava,’ angela says. ‘ruth says that she’s quite fond of you from physical therapy.’

‘yeah,’ ava says, a little stunned. ‘that’s — that’s really kind, ruth.’

‘we don’t invite just anyone to water aerobics. it’s an exclusive club.’

‘other than courtney,’ angela grumbles.

’well, true,’ you admit. ‘but she’s not part of lunch. ava, next week, you should come join us.’

‘i would love that,’ she says. ‘beatrice will too, i’ll make sure of it.’

you laugh, and angela waves to rosa and farha when she sees them. class goes great; ava seems, when you look over at her a few times, to enjoy it a lot. even though you hadn’t really worried that ava would feel out of place, any nagging feelings are assuaged when she gets out of the pool and wraps a towel around her shoulders, carefully moves on the wet floor with a cane.

‘i told bea i’d be home soon,’ she says, ‘and she gets kinda nervous when i’m late. but! i’ll see you at therapy tomorrow, and i’ll definitely plan on lunch next week.’ she hesitates for a moment and then gives you a hug, which fills you with a very particular kind of warmth. ‘thank you, for inviting me.’

‘of course, ava. see you tomorrow.’

you see ava at therapy and you think, for the most part, she’s improving: you haven’t seen her wheelchair in months, and she still uses her cane, but you think it’s mostly because it feels safer, especially if she’s sore. you start going once a week but it doesn’t really matter, because she comes to water aerobics in increasingly fun swimsuits, including a purple stripped bikini that makes even angela whistle. ‘oh, to be young again,’ she had said, and ava had blushed.

‘so, how did you meet beatrice?’ margot asks, back from her annual trip to florida.

ava puts down her fork and smiles, so soft. ‘work, in spain. a job i didn’t even want, even. but, even from when we first met, she’s always just been so kind. we spent a sabbatical together, one summer, and that’s when i really fell in love with her.’

‘love at first sight, then?’ angela grins.

‘maybe not quite,’ ava says, then laughs. ‘i was… difficult, back then. obviously, i’m a total angel now.’

you roll your eyes and farha says, ‘oh, sure.’

‘we’ve been through a lot,’ ava says, softer and very sincere. ‘she’s — she’s the best person i know.’

‘well we need to meet her,’ you decide, even though you’ve been meaning to ask them both to shabbat soon anyway. ‘bring her to lunch friday?’

‘if that’s okay with everyone? i guarantee she has exceedingly good manners, much much better than mine.’

‘low bar,’ rosa says.

‘ha ha, very funny.’ ava tries her best not to smile but then does anyway, brighter than the noon sun overhead outside.

you’re just sitting down at the table, one extra seat this week, when ava perks up and then stands, steady and even, and you see who you know, from pictures ava has shown you, is beatrice, smiling a little nervously. ‘hi, baby,’ ava says, and beatrice takes ava’s hand and gently places a kiss to her knuckles, like a genuine knight.

‘absurd,’ angela whispers from next to you, and you try not to laugh loud enough for them to hear you, because they’re young but they’re not that young: they have a home together, and you know, from the few things ava has mentioned privately, usually on days that are too, too bright, things have been hard, and they’ve had to spend time apart in the past, and ava is thankful.

‘hello, everyone,’ beatrice says, her accent and posture extremely formal, in contrast to her casual but still, somehow, smart black hoodie and white sweatshorts and birkenstocks. her hair is in a messy bun, a few strands escaping that ava happily pushes behind her ears, and a big tattoo sitting above her left knee; she’s muscular and strong, but there are freckles spread across her cheeks and, when ava smiles at her, she softens, entirely. they are young, and, even though ava has shown you pictures, you’re still struck, in the moment, by how much they fit.

there’s a chorus of hi, beatrice and it’s so good to meet you and ava talks about you all the time, but beatrice takes it all in stride, a happy little smile on her face. you understand, quickly, that they fit, the same way you and aaron had, so long ago: ava is loud and overwhelmingly bright, enthusiastic and generous with all of her affection, and beatrice is quietly funny, whip smart, and thoughtfully attentive to ava. she turns and listens, fully, to whoever is talking, and knows about rosa’s birding, and the shrine farha talks about in lahore, and the new podcast angela is listening to. she’s impressive, as a person, and ava seems distinctly aware of it, basking, a little, in being chosen by someone so special.

‘sorry i’m underdressed,’ beatrice says after you order. ‘i was surfing this morning, and then had to jump on a work call, and i didn’t want to be late.’

‘everything okay?’ ava checks.

‘yes,’ beatrice says, soothes a hand along ava’s thigh and then squeezes her knee. ‘nothing of concern.’

ava squints. ’were you just asleep? you wouldn’t lie to me, right?’

beatrice pauses. ‘i was — well, catching up on some sleep, when camila called.’

ava barks a laugh. ‘bea is the sleepiest person i know.’

‘sleep is one of the great pleasures of life,’ angela says, regal and finite in her statement, ‘among other things in bed.’

beatrice grins while ava blushes. ‘now i know why you like coming to these classes and lunches so much,’ beatrice says, shooting angela a wink. ‘you do have a type.’

‘ah, and what a type it is,’ ava says, sighing for effect, seemingly recovered from her momentary emabrassment.

at the end of lunch, you do invite them to shabbat, and beatrice asks your favorite kind of kosher wine.

‘okay, you are all sworn to secrecy,’ ava says, leaning forward at the table. it’s not particularly quiet, because farha’s hearing aides can only do so much, and rosa flat out refuses to wear any, but there’s no on important around you anyway.

‘wonderful,’ angela says.

‘i love a secret,’ you agree.

‘well.’ ava lets out a big breath. ‘beatrice and i are going to switzerland, next week, to the alps, where we spent our first summer together, and i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘this feels so crazy, but i’m going to propose.’

it sends the whole table into a flurry of excitement, asking about ava’s plan — a hike, the one they would go on every tuesday together, slowly and for fun — and the ring ava had picked out — beautiful, and elegant, and perfect, you think — and, ‘do you think she’ll say yes?’

ava gulps. ‘i know she wants to spend her life with me.’ she sounds sure, and calm, despite her fingers nervously fidgeting with her napkin. ‘she was… very religious, for a long time, so, like, she’s always been really accepting of other same sex marriages, but i think it’s taken her a minute to get her to feel ready for, like, our own very queer marriage. sacrament, and all that, i guess.’ she shakes her head. ‘but anyway, yes! i think she’s ready. i think she really wants to get married.’

her smile is gentle, serene, and you had watched beatrice — in neat linen, her hair long and swept over her shoulder, fight her way through eating multiple bites of gefilte fish last friday, even though it was clear she hated it, and say prayers in hebrew, quietly. ava had been in her chair; you hadn’t asked, and neither had anyone from shul or your family, but beatrice had made sure that she had everything she needed, unobtrusive and practiced. ava had been, unexpectedly, the life of the party, charming everyone with her laugh and her silly puns and a very spirited debate with your granddaughter about women’s soccer. they’re a pair, you understood, very clearly: at the end of the night, ava had encouraged beatrice, gently, to take extra kugel along with the challah and chicken you’d already put in tupperware for them; beatrice had gotten their sweaters from the closet and handed ava’s to hers with a kiss to her forehead, tender and private, a moment that had belonged just to them.

‘we’ll all be eagerly awaiting the engagement photographs,’ angela says with sure gravitas.

‘post them on facebook,’ you tell her, and ava laughs, but she promises, later, when you give her a hug, that she will.

‘thank you, for inviting us,’ you tell ava, a bit in awe, if you’re being honest, of their house. she bounces around happily, and angela just looks at you with a raised brow for a moment. there are bright red and gold decorations everywhere, and beatrice walks over with a neat bun and beautiful jacket, embroidered so elegantly even angela seems a little in love with it.

’happy new year,’ she says, and you both give her a hug as you return the sentiment, then shows you to their kitchen, with a spread of chinese food that smell so, so good, and then gestures out to the open-air doors and patio that overlooks the ocean. ‘help yourselves to whatever you want. ruth, there are plenty of dishes that i made sure meet all kosher standards; they should be labeled. and there’s plenty of seating, and come find me if you need anything.’ she pauses. ‘or ava, but she gets a little… activated when we have a lot of people over.’

‘so, did we know how rich they were?’ angela says, loading her plate with everything she can after beatrice walks away to greet more guests.

‘not this rich.’

you both wait a beat and then laugh, and you find seats by the railing; your hip doesn’t hurt at all anymore. ava finds you both eventually and steals an egg roll from your plate with a laugh. ‘i’ll get you another one,’ she promises. ‘and, i just wanted to say, thanks for being my friends. i know it’s silly, but the water aerobics have really helped me feel better — and much less bored — when my mobility has been limited. and i love hearing about your lives, and sharing mine. i just —’ she scrubs her hand along the back of her neck, her hair neatly trimmed to her chin, fluttering in the breeze. ‘i went a long time without great role models.’

it’s so sincere and so touching. angela sniffles and you fish a hanky from your purse and hand it to her; she dabs her eyes.

‘don’t call us old,’ she says, voice breaking, and ava laughs.

‘i could’ve called you my adoptive grandmothers, so count your blessings.’

you roll your eyes when she takes a big, smiling bite of her (your) egg roll. ‘you are a blessing,’ you tell her.

ava swallows her bite and then leans to hug you, tight and sincere. ‘thank you,’ she whispers.

‘happy new year, ava.’

‘yeah,’ she says, a little teary but with a huge smile. ‘happy new year.’

#we have been talking abt ava & her bubbe for... Months !! lol #finally got to it #ava & the gals #ft sleepy bea #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #also happy lunar new year!!!! this is the new year they're attending fyi if that isn't clear lol #also yes ava's type rly is like exacting smartly dressed women who are in fact taller than her

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gloomweed · 6 months

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Freak Accident

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff.

Summary: After the reader trips and hurts their ankle, Eddie offers to drive them home and ends up taking care of them.

Word Count: 3.4k

Autumn leaves crunch underfoot as you make your way through the woods behind Hawkins High School. You were tired of waiting for your ride to show up, and with the sky only getting darker, you decided it was best to just bite the bullet and start walking home. It wasn’t a long walk to your house, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable having to trek through the wilderness in the dark. With no other options, this was where you found yourself. You held your arms around yourself tightly as a cold breeze swept around you. The knitted sweater you wore did little to protect you against the dropping temperatures. You pulled the sleeves to cover your hands as you walked. The full moon hung in the sky above you and you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful you weren’t walking in total darkness.

As you continued your journey, you could hear distant leaf crunching and felt like there was someone following you. Turning back, you squint into the low light to try and spot anything, but seeing nothing, you shrug and continue on your way. Once you hear a twig snap somewhere closer, you don’t bother looking back and just decide to run for it. Your lungs burn as you run, your legs feeling shaky. You spare a look over your shoulder only to trip on a tree root and fall to the ground. Wincing at the pain in your twisted ankle, you bring your knee to your chest to try and get a better look at the injury. The crunching returns and you whip your head up at the source of the sound.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” Eddie approaches you with his hands up, ready to jump in and help you. The many rings on his hands caught your eye as they glistened in the moonlight.

You sigh in relief. “Oh, it’s you.” Annoyance quickly replaced your relief. “And no, I’m not okay. I twisted my ankle, thanks to you. Why were you following me?”

He makes a sympathetic face, “Sorry about that.” He holds his hand out for you to take and helps you stand up. You lean against a nearby tree for support as he explains himself. He hucks a thumb over his shoulder towards the school. “I came out here to smoke when I saw you walking into the woods by yourself.” The edge of his lips twitch upward. “Thought you were possessed or cursed or something.” When you don’t laugh, he puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket with an innocent shrug. “Just curious why you were out here shivering in the dark.” You and Eddie weren’t exactly friends, but you were more than strangers. You’ve talked in passing a couple times and even did a social studies project together once when you were the last two students without partners. Everyone called him a freak, but you didn’t really see him like that. Really, he was just an outcast, like you.

You sigh. “My ride never showed up, so I was walking home.” You test your ankle by trying to put your weight on it, only to jump back with a pained wince. "Looks like it’s going to be a longer walk than I thought,” you think, dryly.

Eddie nods in understanding before looking you up and down with a frown. “I mean, if you want, I can drive you home since, you know, walking doesn’t seem like much of an option for you now.” When you don’t respond he rolls his eyes with a lopsided grin. “Come on, let me make it up to you for accidentally freaking you out and making you twist your ankle in the first place.”

You bite your lip as you weigh your options. Ultimately you decide that your house is too far for you to continue walking like this, and you don't want to injure yourself further by continuing to walk on it. You nod a few times reluctantly. “Alright.”

Eddie approaches you with a scoff. “Jeez, don’t sound too excited.”

He reaches towards you, but you lean away from him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “You can’t seriously expect me to let you hobble all the way to the parking lot, do you? Now, come on. Give me your bag.” He doesn’t wait for a response and instead puts his hands on your shoulders and gently turns you around, making you shrug off your bookbag. He puts your bag on his back, fiddling with the straps until it lays secure against him. Eddie groans and squats a few times trying to get used to the weight. “Christ! What do you keep in here? Bricks?” The sight makes you roll your eyes with a smile. “I guess this is what a smart kid’s backpack feels like. I should count myself lucky that I’m an idiot.”

You’re about to contradict him when he takes your arm and slings it over his shoulders. His other hand rests on your waist to support you and you feel a warmth spread across your face from his closeness. You can’t help but breathe in his scent of cologne and cigarettes and even a hint of his shampoo. Instinctually, you attempt to keep some distance between you two as a way of trying to be polite. Eddie can feel you pull away from him. “Uh, the point of this is to lean on me so you’re off your ankle.” He pulls you a little closer as he says this and it makes your heart rate jump. You lean on him like he says, your side fully pressed against his, and suddenly it’s not as cold as it was moments ago.

The way his fingers splay against your side is all you can think about as you make your way towards the school parking lot together. Eddie attempts to fill the awkwards silence between you. “So what brings you to Hawkins High this late?”

“I was tutoring someone after school to make a little extra cash.” You look up at him next to you. “What about you?” Your eyes squint as you try to remember what he told you in passing. “Is it that ‘D and D’ club?”

The way you pronounced it makes him smile. The fact that you cared to remember his club at all brings a warm feeling to his chest. “It’s ‘DnD’, and yes. We call it Hellfire, actually.”

You nod as you remember the posters you’ve seen in the hallways. “That’s right. Hellfire. What is it exactly? Some kind of board game?”

Eddie looks down at you. “More like a role-playing game. It’s all fantasy and imagination.”

“Well, if it’s all imagination, how do you win?”

Seeing you’re actually interested in the game, his heart soars with excitement. Not wanting to scare you away, he remained nonchalant with a shrug. “It’s complicated. There are different campaigns with different stories and different objectives. A lot of times it’s just killing the baddest guy to bring freedom to the land.” He speaks the last part in a deep theatrical narration.

You smile as you think about it. “Huh. Sounds kinda cool.”

Eddie wishes he could do some kind of victory dance in celebration of keeping you interested in DnD. Instead, he looks down at you and smirks. “Well, hey. If you’re into it, I can bring you to a meeting sometime and show you the ropes. You can make a character and join our campaign.” When you don’t answer immediately he playfully bumps your side with his hip and adds on, “No pressure, though.”

You look up at him with a grin. “No, that sounds nice. I think I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

He grins wider at that. “Sweet.” His demeanor changes suddenly as he looks at you more seriously. “I have to warn you though, there are a lot of freshmen in that club that struggle with their personal hygiene.” Eddie smirks when a laugh bubbles out of you. “Seriously,” he laughs, “It’s not great. We got to keep the windows open just so we all don’t suffocate from the stink.” You laugh again, and Eddie can’t help but feel pride in being the one responsible for it. When you finally make it to the parking lot, he jerks his head in the direction of his van. “Our chariot awaits.”

You give a low whistle at the sight of the old, beaten up van. “She is a beaut’.”

Eddie sighs longingly. “She sure is.”

While still holding you at his side, he opens the passenger door for you. He offers you his hand as you tentatively climb into the seat. You take it with a polite smile that he easily returns. The warmth that was once at your side is gone now and you can’t help but miss it already. “Thanks,” you speak softly.

His dark eyes flick to you intently. “Don’t mention it,” he says just as softly.

Once he’s sure you’re securely in the van, he walks around to the driver’s side. From the rearview mirror, you notice him stop half way and put both of his hands on his lower back and arch it forwards with a pained expression on his face. You realize that with your difference in height, he was stooping pretty much the whole time, not to mention carrying your bookbag, so no doubt there was some pain in his back. When Eddie gets into the driver’s seat, he puts your bag behind your seat. It’s only when he turns back does he notice your frown. “What’s the matter?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well, I saw you stretching and I just feel bad you were hurting your back to help me.”

There was disappointment in his tone. “Oh. You saw that, huh?” He turns around to look out the van’s back windows as he speaks under his breath. “I really thought you wouldn’t be able to see me from there.” The thought that he attempted to hide his stretching from you so you wouldn’t feel bad brings a flutter to your chest. He turns back with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Look, you don’t have to worry about me, alright? I’m doing this because I want to, not because I have to.”

Staring into his eyes, you can see his sincerity. You reluctantly nod. “Alright. Thanks, Eddie.” In your head, you were already trying to figure out a way to pay him back for this.

“Like I said,'' he turns the keys in the ignition and gives you a wink that brings a heat to your face. “Don’t mention it.” Eddie puts the vehicle in reverse and begins to back out. He isn’t even out of the parking spot yet when he suddenly hits the brakes as he realizes he doesn’t know where he’s going. “Wait, where do you live?”

Eddie parks the van in the empty driveway of your house. “My parents aren’t home. They both work late,” you explained.

He wipes his hands on his thighs with a sigh of relief. “Oh good. I was worried I was gonna have to scold them for not picking you up from school.”

His sarcasm makes you blush with embarrassment. “Oh right. I guess that would have been obvious, huh?”

“Relax. I’m kidding. I am seriously relieved though. Most parents find all this,” he gestures to himself vaguely, “alarming. I mean, I’m not exactly a ‘good influence’.”

The way his eyes dim as he speaks about himself makes you want to pull him into a hug. Instead, you shrug. “I think a person willing to drive someone they barely know home after they twisted their ankle is pretty good to me.”

He gives a dismissive shrug. “Sure, but I also was the one to make you fall in the first place.”

“Yeah, but that was an accident, and you were willing to make it right. I think that’s pretty noble of you.”

Your reassuring smile makes his insides twist in a good way and a heat rise to his cheeks. The moment is quiet as he isn’t sure how to respond. His voice is soft and he shrugs with a smile. “Yeah maybe.” With the van being off, the cold had slowly started to seep in as you two were talking. It finally got to a point that Eddie saw you give a little shake and wrap your arms around yourself. He reaches behind your seat and grabs your bag as he speaks. “Let’s just get you inside before we freeze to death.” You move to get out, a hand already on the door handle, when Eddie stops you with frantic hand motions. “Wait, wait, wait!”

You retract your hand like the handle was on fire. “What?!” you ask, worried you almost ruined something.

He shook his head with a lopsided grin like it was obvious and you were being the silly one. “Let me get the door for you,” he explained calmly as he hopped out of the van and rushed to the other side to open the door. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Eddie opened the door with a dramatic bow. “M’lady.” He holds his hand out for you to take. When you giggle and take his hand, he looks up at you with a grin.

“Are you always this weird?” you ask through a chuckle.

He nods emphatically. “Oh, definitely.”

Eddie helps you get out of the van without putting weight on your twisted ankle and once again you are pressed to his side. He notices that you don’t hesitate to lean into him this time, making him smile to himself. As he helps you through your house, you lead with the directions. “My room is down this way,” you point down the hall. As he moves to twist the doorknob, you thank your lucky stars that you made an effort to clean up your room this morning. You can’t imagine the embarrassment you would feel if a cute boy were to see your dirty laundry scattered around the floor of your bedroom.

After he helps lower you onto your bed, he shrugs off your backpack and puts it next to your desk. He slumps into the chair there and lets out a sigh of exhaustion while you begin to slip off your shoes. His eyes flit about the room as he casually takes in all your personal touches. The pretty color of your walls, the little pen holder on your desk that’s shaped like a dog, the box of cassettes on your nightstand, the scented candles sitting on your dresser. Everything about it was soft and inviting. “Sweet digs you got here.”

You aren’t really sure if he’s being sarcastic or not. “Thanks?”

The way you tilt your head as you speak has Eddie smiling. “For real. I like it. Very… you.” He notices the way you hiss in pain while you remove your shoes. “What do you do for a twisted ankle anyway?”

The question takes you off guard. You try to think back to what they taught you about handling injuries in your ninth grade health class. “Oh, uh… I guess I would wrap it up with a bandage, elevate it with some pillows, maybe put some ice on it for the swelling…”

As you speak, Eddie leaves the room without a word. For a moment, you pessimistically think he’s gone home and just didn’t bother to say goodbye, but then you hear him rustling through the hall closet. He returns a minute later with supplies filling his arms and tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on balancing it all. Pillows from the couch, bandages from the closet, and a bag of frozen mixed vegetables are haphazardly spilled from his arms onto the foot of your bed.

Eddie claps his hands together, looking excited to get to work. “Alright. Let’s do this.” He kneels on the floor in front of you and holds out a hand expectantly. “Hand me the bandages will you, nurse?” He puts on a deeper voice trying to sound like a doctor.

The whole scene is enough to make you laugh. You play along as you hand him the bandages. “Here you are, doctor.”

“Thank you, nurse.” He looks up at you with a lopsided grin before unraveling the bandage. With a gentle hand on the heel of your foot, he begins wrapping your ankle. All you can do is watch as his slow and delicate movements weave the bandage over and under your injury. Eddie is silent as he does this, clearly wanting to do it right. Once again his tongue begins to peek out of his mouth as he goes on. You bite your lip trying to stifle a laugh at the cute display of his intense concentration. Eventually, he finishes the wrapping by securely tucking the end of the bandage behind itself at the top of your ankle. Still kneeling on the floor he looks up at you. “How’s that? Is it too tight? Too loose?”

You shake your head with a smile. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You test your ankle by pointing your toe like a ballerina. It felt much better than it did, although still a little sore.

Eddie stands from the floor and begins reaching for the other things on your bed. “I got you some pillows like you said to keep your ankle up.” He holds up the bag of frozen vegetables. “And you didn't have any ice and I didn't feel like cracking ice trays, so I just grabbed this from the freezer instead.” He goes quiet and stares at it in his hands and begins to feel like maybe it's not good enough until you laugh.

“That'll work great. I was gonna do the same thing actually.”

He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. “Oh good. Well, here.” After stacking the pillows, he gently moves your ankle to rest on top of it and places the bag on your ankle. The vegetables fall on either side of your ankle within the bag, making for a good ice pack. Eddie holds his hands up as he steps away, as if the whole thing would collapse. When it's clear that won't happen, he puts his hands in his pockets.

It's clear that things are beginning to wrap up, his job done. With no more reason to be here, he guesses that you probably want him to leave soon. Eddie doesn't want this to be the last time you hang out together. Actually, he hopes you will have the chance to hang out when your ankle is not sprained. The awkward silence that lingers has Eddie inching towards the door, not wanting to ruin the vibe by watching you from the corner all night. He points over his shoulder, smiling politely. “I guess, if you don't need anything else, I should get out of your hair.”

You surprise him by standing from your bed. “Wait, before you go.” He waits as you take a few unsteady steps to your desk and begin to scribble something on a scrap of paper.

As you walk towards him, you stumble, but Eddie reaches out and catches you before you fall. “Whoa! Easy there!”

You look up at him, flushed both from embarrassment and how close he is to you. “S-sorry. I just…” you take a step back, trying to give him his personal space back. You hand him the slip of paper. “ I wanted to give you my number.” The way you look up at him through your lashes shyly has him blushing as he takes the paper from you. “You know, so you can call me when you do your next Hellfire meeting.”

He can’t stop himself from grinning. “Right. I’ll call you.”

His grin is infectious and has you smiling just as wide. “I look forward to it.” Eddie turns to leave, but you call his name. “Oh, and Eddie?” As he turns back to face you again, you gently cup his face and kiss his cheek. His big brown eyes are wide as he stares at you surprised, his face bright red. “Thanks for everything.” You speak softly and genuinely.

Eddie feels like his heart is racing a mile a minute. He’s so surprised and flustered, he isn’t sure what to say back. “Hey, no problem. Anytime. I’ll- I’ll see you l-later.” As he leaves, he stares at the slip of paper with your digits on it, a big goofy grin on his face. His cheek still burns from the feeling of your soft lips and can’t help but touch the spot with his hand as he savors the feeling. He is definitely going to call you tomorrow.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fic #fluff #sweet eddie munson

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alohaasaloevera · 5 months

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Lance from Voltron is something else man… like yes I want to do face masks with you but I also want to witness you literally wrecking people. That can be interpreted in different ways.

Like his boyfriend, he’s so babygirl and zaddy at the same time. Except he isn’t really zaddy… he’s like… sir. Do you get this???

Like he’s too babygirl to be zaddy, but not enough babygirl to be a babygirl… so, we have sir.

He’s so skrunkly… so awhbwhbwyg!!!hehe. So dorky and adorable. Adorkable. But when he gets serious oh no my airflow is suddenly getting constricted I’m gasping hollering for hair help me haha I’m so fine (I’m really not), you know? Like you want him to grab you or something (replace you with Keith)

Maybe sir isn’t the right word… he’s like dude bro… but hot????

Idk really, but when you think about it, just think about post canon Lance.

Of course, he’s still very babygirl wifey with the most snatched waist known to man kind, but…. He’s actually kinda zaddy material.

I’d like to think he teaches at the Garrison while helping on the farm like on weekends or something?? Just a mix of both but he does work on the farm more in the summer

So his skin is like a few tones darker than before, he gains muscle and strength because of the frequent manual labor, he (probably) starts eating a healthier diet from just food goo and the occasional dish Hunk will cook up. Combine that with other things Lance would totally do (morning walks, swimming frequently, etc.), you get a guy literally straight men would drool over. Also, malewife potential. Don’t ask me why. Just. Malewife.

So, in conclusion, Lance is an adorkable little skrunkly which Keith could get on his knees for and call him sir.

( I don’t even know if that post-canon part is canon-compliant I just needed to get this out of my system)

(I am rereading this. What was I on??? Probably pure desire.)

#voltron #vld #vld lance #klance #again #this is sort of an add on to my keith post #literally brain rot #like you can hear the flies all gathering up in my scalp #I kinda.. rambled too much #just like Lance!!#OOP I forgot #laith #technically character study

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miyakuya · 1 year

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— ace doing your makeup

“Will you please just hold still?”

“No way!! You’re totally going to stab me with that!!”

“Oh whatever!!” Ace huffed, unamused at your comment and your laughter at the scowl that was replacing his once focused expression. With a roll of his eyes and an offended ‘i wouldn’t do that to you’ muttered under his breath, he gently took a hold of your chin to keep you from moving any further so he wouldn’t actually stab you with the mascara wand. Your laughter stopped as you looked up, allowing your boyfriend to finally do another step of your makeup instead of teasing him as you did when he accidentally messed up with the eyeliner only a few minutes prior.

You could tell he was focused again, his hold on your chin tightening just a smidge as he carefully coated your eyelashes with the mascara. “Ok. You don’t have to look up anymore.” You hum in acknowledgment, making sure to stay relatively still as you look back at Ace, watching as he went through his rather expensive looking makeup bag. You wondered how he managed to get something like that and why it looked familiar to you. As if reading your mind, he spoke up and answered your questions, “Vil ended up giving me this when I mentioned needing one for Halloween. He got a few more and apparently didn’t like this one as much so he let me keep it after the event was over.”

“I wondered why it looked so familiar to me. That was nice of him.” You say, smiling. Ace nods, still focused on trying to find whatever it was he was currently looking for, leaving you to watch him quietly. As more time passed and his hand still holding onto you, you were about to suggest helping him until he pulled out something in a small tube.

“Found it!” He said happily, holding it up above your heads, turning in his seat to face you once again. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want lip stick or anything so I just went ahead and got chapstick.” He explains letting go of you to open the tube before his hand immediately took its place back on you. The two of you knew it wasn’t necessary for him to do that again but Ace couldn’t help it. He wanted to keep his hand on you as long as he could and you certainly didn’t mind it either.

He finished up the final touch of your makeup and moved away, grabbing a mirror to show you what he did. Your eyes studied your face closely, taking note of everything that had changed and while you certainly weren’t expecting him to do terrible considering his Halloween makeup, you didn’t expect him to do this amazing either. You smiled, turning your attention to him. “Thank you Ace! It looks really good!” you admit, moving the mirror out of your way before kissing him. It didn’t last as long as either of you wanted but you also didn’t want to ruin the makeup he had just done for you.

“Great, now I have to redo that.” Ace joked, reapplying your chapstick. He closed the tube after and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and you gave him a sheepish smile

“Haha sorry. Would you be willing to do this again sometime?” You asked, watching him place a hand on his chin and look up as if he was in deep thought. He couldn’t keep that up for long before he nodded, giving you a smile that would’ve made you weak at the knees if it wasn’t for the fact that you were sitting on a chair.

“Of course. Just let me know.”

taglist: @astro-pioneer

#twisted wonderland x reader #ace x reader #ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #matchless poet; writing

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nebulablakemurphy · 10 days

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 14)

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

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When Y/N was younger, she imagined a great many things. She imagined marrying Jacob in a white poofy gown and chowing down on a big cake, while their friends and family cheered.

She imagined how sweet it would be when they finally decided to have a child. A perfect mix of her and the most wonderful person she’s ever known. Long dark hair, chocolate brown eyes and blinding smiles.

She imagined it would take hours or days to bring their child into the world, but she always knew it would be worth it. For this moment.

Carlisle places the tiny russet colored wolf on her chest, covered in blood, which can only be Jacob’s and a silver liquid she assumes to be her venom.

Jacob rubs at the little wolf’s back while they whimper, shivering in Y/N’s arms.

“Shhh, you’re ok.” Y/N whispers, as Carlisle carefully replaces the pieces of her he’d chipped away to deliver their child. She glances up at Jacob, “they’re ok, right?”

Jacob passes a hand over her hair. “Babies cry, honey.”

Y/N nods, wrapping the knitted blanket tighter around their child.

“How are you holding up?” Carlisle asks, still tending to her…wounds.

“I think I’m ok.”

“You’ve done remarkably.”

“Thank you,” Y/N stares up at the ceiling.

“All set.” Carlisle pats Y/N’s knee. “You can sit up.”

Jacob takes the baby, rocking gently as the wolf shifts into a perfect baby boy.

Y/N stands, pushing her dress down to cover herself.

“I’m going to share the good news.” Carlisle excuses himself.

Y/N feels different, though her physical body has not changed.

“Shh,” Jacob hushes their son as he begins to fuss. “There’s mommy.”

The baby is silent then, his wide, dark eyes settle on his mother.

Jacob attempts to hand him over.

“No,” Y/N stops him. “I don’t want to make him phase.”

Jacob’s face falls, “he’s our son.”

“I know,” that’s why she has to protect him, even from herself.

“You’re not gonna hold him?”

“I want to.” Every cell in her body is screaming for him.

“This is going to take some getting used to for all of us. He might phase, but he’ll learn to control it. Just like I did.” Jacob murmurs.

A little fist reaches out from the blanket and the baby begins to cry.

“He wants you.” Jacob hears the thought so loudly in his head.

“Really?” Y/N leans in.

Jacob nods, easing the infant into her arms.

Y/N stares down at her baby, still human and watching her with unblinking eyes. Like he knows her. “He looks like you,” Y/N strokes the baby’s hair. “Both ways.”

Jacob laughs. “Yeah.”

“Sorry I freaked out; but I hate to think I’m the reason he’s afraid or uncomfortable. I’m supposed to be the one who makes him feel safe. I know it’s not personal and it’s not anyone’s fault…I just feel bad.”

Jacob puts his arms around them, around his entire world. “The fact you’re beating yourself up about it proves that you’re actually insufferable.”

“We knew that.” Y/N scoffs, kissing the little hand wrapped around her index finger.

“But it also means you’re a great mom.” Jacob grins, “and I love you.”

“I love you too.” She rests her head against his shoulder.

“So how are you feeling?” Jacob asks, “are we one and done? Or are we having a few more?”

“A few?” Y/N arches a brow, “how many do you want?”

“One more.” Jacob suggests.

“I could do one more.”

The door of Carlisle’s office opens and Renesmee comes bouncing in. “Aunt Y/N! Uncle Jacob!”

“Renesmee, wait.” Bella protests, “hold on a minute.”

“I just want to see the baby,” Renesmee explains.

“Sorry guys,” Bella smiles, “she couldn’t wait.”

“It’s ok, Ness.” Jacob waves her over, “you can say hi.”

“This is your cousin,” Y/N dips the blanket down for the little girl to see. “Rowan.”

Renesmee glances back at Bella. “He’s so little, mommy.”

Bella smiles at her nephew, “he looks just like you, Jake.”

“That’s what she said.”

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Rowan finds his place in their large, unconventional, family better than anyone expected.

The Cullens love kids, babies, weddings and birthdays. All the human experiences they were robbed of.

The pack welcomes Rowan with open arms, making room for the tiny wolf in their ranks. Showing him love and understanding, most importantly, teaching him to embrace who he is. Turning into a wolf is only weird if you make it weird, after all.

Rowan grows fast, but not as fast as Renesmee who looks to be about six years old at only twelve months.

They are still looking for answers in regards to Renesmee’s rapid aging, but tonight they are at the Cullen’s. Even Billy has joined them, listening to Edward teach Renesmee to play piano.

Rowan pulls himself up, standing beside the couch, leaning on it to stay upright. “Dada.”

Jacob smiles, wide enough to split his face. “Hi,” he takes him into his lap.

“Looks like he’s getting ready to walk there, Jacob.” Charlie says.

“You think?”

“He’s never done it on two legs before.” Y/N passes a hand over Rowan’s baby curls.

“Today might be the day.” Billy grins, “put him down, let’s see if he’ll walk to grandpa.” He extends his arms.

Rowan giggles, opening and closing his chubby fist in Billy’s direction.

“What do you think, buddy?” Jacob whispers to his son, “you wanna walk?”

“Mama,” the little boy says, instead, crawling off Jacob onto her.

Y/N hugs him to her, “I love you, sweet boy.”

“Mama.” He clings to her, bouncing with his little legs.

“Maybe next time, Billy.” Charlie claps his shoulder. “Looks like he’s setting up shop.”

“Boy loves his mama.” Jacob’s father nods, “Jake was the same way with his mom.”

Jacob swallows hard, looking to his wife, who he hasn’t officially married. He’ll never let anything bad happen to her. Never again.

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Y/N is hovering over at foot of their bed when Jacob wakes. “Good morning.”

“Morning, beautiful.” Jacob shoots her a lopsided grin. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Bella wants to take Ren out to play in the snow. I was thinking we’d tag along.”

“That sounds like fun. Do you mind if I dip out early with Rowan? I promised to bring him down to the rez today.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Y/N smiles.

“Cool.” Jacob returns the gesture. She makes his heart flutter in his chest, even after all these years.

Y/N comes around to his side of the bed, tracing her finger along the slope of his nose. “There is one thing I’d like to do today.”

“What?” Jacob thinks he knows, but he loves hearing her say it.

“You.”

Jacob laughs, pulling her down onto the mattress. They wrestle around playfully, landing on the floor with her pinned beneath him.

“Shhh,” Y/N hushes him. “My dad’s gonna hear us.”

“I really hate to tell you this,” Jacob drags his thumb across her cheekbone. “But I think he knows.”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head, “he thinks Rowan was like…immaculately conceived or something. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Whatever helps you not sleep at night, honey.” Jake chuckles.

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