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tightjeansjavi · 3 months

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warm me up

A/N: the voices won this round! @strang3lov3 & @speckledemerald also, this was my first time writing game!joel 👀 this could also be show!joel if that's what you're into! This fic really got away from me today and I didn't think it would be nearly as long as I planned it to be..but that's just sometimes how things work out 😉 huge thank u to Bug for making me this cute lil mood board and I LOVE the deers!!🤍

~word count: 3.3k~

Summary: while on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

Pairing I game!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (explicit & implicit) enemies to lovers, implied age gap (non-specific) consent, cock warming, one sleeping bag trope, close proximity, using one's body warmth for survival, denial of feelings, mean!joel, grumpy!joel, reader is a spitfire and gets under Joel's skin easily, joel has a big cock! He is a big big man! teasing, banter, sexual tension, fluff, foul language, pet names: (darlin, sweetheart, and princess) reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

Joel is freezing, shaking like a goddamn leaf. It’s ironic, given his disposition. You should have tried to retrace your steps back to Jackson hours ago, but the winter was unforgiving, and the two of you have found yourselves in a real pickle; a frozen one.

“I told you that we were going to end up getting lost out here, Joel.” You grumble alongside him with your arms crossed over your chest. Your teeth are chattering, and it’s grinding his gears.

“We ain’t fuckin’ lost, sweetheart.” He gruffs back and adjusts his rifle strap along his shoulder. “I know where I’m goin.’”

You scoff at this because if he did know where he was going, you wouldn’t be fucking lost in a fucking blizzard right now!

“Right. I’m sure you do know where you’re going, Joel.” You mutter sarcastically under your breath.

He whips around to face you, cheeks speckled in red from the cold and even in the lowlight, you can see individual snowflakes sticking to his lashes.

“Alright, miss ‘I know everything.’ Which way do you think we should go?” He awaits your answer with a cocked brow and his lips pursed together. They’re severely cracked and on the verge of bleeding from the bitter cold.

“Not the direction we’re currently headed, that’s for damn sure! Let’s just fucking turn around and retrace our steps.” You bite back and watch the way that his jaw ticks from your tone. God, you’re a real thorn in this man’s side.

“Retrace our steps?” He laughs, shaking his head to the side and sucks in a harsh cold breath of air into his lungs. “The snow has covered up our tracks, you idiot.” He’s so fucking condescending, and you’ve just about had enough with his shit attitude for one day. Your blood is positively boiling under your thick layer of clothes, and you’d much rather succumb to Mother Nature and her wrath than spend another minute with this insufferable, annoying, mean, and painfully handsome man.

“Fuck you, Joel. I’m retracing my steps whether you have a say in it or not!” You snap and turn on your heel before you feel a rough, gloved-clad hand grasp your upper arm and yank you back towards a hard and very solid presence at your back.

“Quit your fuckin’ yappin!’” He barks against the shell of your ear. His voice is rasped, crackling like a roaring fire. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere without me, you got that?!” His grip around your arm only tightens when you tried to shove him away, but he’s built like a fucking steel fridge, and you’re no match for him.

“Then stop being a fucking asshole, Joel! I’d rather freeze to death out here than spend another minute with you!”

You mean every word. Well, you think that you do.

He sneers at your attempt to wound him with your words, as if a man with a heart made out of pure concrete can possibly be affected by the means of your figurative little daggers. They ricochet off his body and fall to the snow, disappearing under a sheet of white. “I wouldn’t have to be an asshole if you would just fuckin’ listen for once in your life! God, when we get back, and we will, I’m tellin’ Tommy that I ain’t ever goin’ on patrol with your ass again.”

His steel-like grip loosens when you don’t immediately bite back like he expects you too. He wants you to fight back, to call him names and send his own blood boiling because at least then he feels alive.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way.” You nearly whisper and bite down on the inside of your cheek, tasting harsh copper on your tongue.

“Fine.” He agrees and finally releases your arm. “We’re gonna wait out this damn storm for the night, and then tomorrow we’ll retrace our steps home. Who knows, sweetheart. Tommy might have already sent out a search party for us.”

“Let’s fucking hope that’s the case. The sooner this storm lets up, the better.” You think you’re going to cry, but you push your tears down as far as you possibly can. You have to conserve your energy, after all. Besides, Joel Miller isn’t worth your precious tears. Not even close.

He begins to survey the surrounding area. The woods offered some reliable cover with the thick evergreens acting as a shield from the treacherous wind. The snow is still falling in large flakes, but he might be able to get a fire going if he’s lucky.

“We should..probably y’know, share a sleepin’ bag for extra heat.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling kinda silly in the moment because what did he have to be nervous for? His reasoning for sharing warmth was logical. It was just his survival instincts kicking in, right?

You, on the other hand, were unfazed by his request. Sure, it made perfect sense to share body heat with this man. Why the hell did he look so distraught over it - weirdo.

“Did Bear Grylls teach you that, Miller?” You look at him with a smirk playing on your lips. “If that’s the case, then we should probably sleep naked.”

That feeling that had laid dormant for so long, was beginning to reawaken and defrost at the thought of your warm, pliant, soft body being tucked up around him in close proximity. You were annoying, sure, and he could hardly tolerate your presence, but he couldn’t deny that you were a thing of beauty, and neither could his cock.

“No. Some reality TV star didn’t teach me the survival skills that I know, sweetheart. I’m jus’ that good.” He sounds cocky, full of himself and perhaps there’s a bit of eagerness detected in his tone? Maybe the dead giveaway is the way his cheeks flush, and this time it isn’t because of the cold.

You shrug and drop your pack and sleeping bag at your boots. “Whatever you say, Joel.”

He clears his throat and drops his hand from where it was resting against the back of his neck. He stares at you for a second longer than he would have liked to, and then announces that he’s going to go find some wood for a fire, and for you to stay put.

You wave him off and unroll your sleeping bag with a huff and begin to mentally question how the hell is this grizzly of a man going to fit inside of your sleeping bag? Oh well! Time to defy all the odds that have been stacked against you.

When Joel returns, he finds you already tucked away under the sleeping bag with your clothes neatly folded on top of your backpack. He managed to find a few fallen tree branches that would make good kindling, and some thicker logs for the base of the fire.

He avoids making direct eye contact with you as he crouches down and constructs a fire that he hopes to god will keep the two of you warm throughout the cold night ahead.

You already have taken notice of his suddenly quiet and almost docile demeanor with just your head visible and peeking out of the sleeping bag

“Are you sure that fire is going to last the night, Joel?”

His shoulders and back immediately tense from your question and you can already picture him clenching his jaw and muttering under his breath.

“Ain’t no tellin’ if it will last the night, sweetheart.” He stokes at the ember glowing logs with the end of a spare stick before looking over his shoulder at you. “Y’comfy in there?” His voice rasps, dipping down an octave and sounding much, much, lower.

“Yep.” You chirp. “Nice and cozy in here, Joel. Did I mention it’s very, very warm?”

He snorts under his breath, tearing his gaze away from you and focuses back on the fire. “Yeah. I bet it is.”

What you really want to say is: and it would be even warmer if you were here with me. But you refrain, and instead bury your face further into the contained warmth emitting from the sleeping bag.

Joel is hesitating, and that part couldn’t be anymore obvious based on his tense stature. Maybe he could just accept losing feeling in his fingers and toes instead of crossing that boundary with you. Or, he could man up and deal with the immediate feelings that would come as soon as his hands would inevitably touch your warm skin.

“Joel?”

Your voice tears him away from his thoughts briefly. “Hm?”

“Aren’t you..cold?”

Freezing. My cock and balls are about to fuckin’ fall off.

“M’fine.” He insists.

“So goddamn stubborn.” He hears you mutter under your breath followed by the sound of the sleeping bag zipper being pulled down. “Get in here before you freeze to death. I’m serious, Joel.”

“Fuck off. I said m’fine.” He grumbles and turns over his shoulder to look at you once more. His eyes catch a sliver of skin, a nipple peeking out from under the fabric as you were sitting up. His head whips around so fast he swears that his brain just got rattled around in his skull.

“Would you just be a fucking man and take your clothes off and get in here?”

So impatient, he thinks.

“You jus’ wanna see me naked.” He quips back.

“For fuck sakes, Joel. I just don’t want you to freeze out here. Is that so hard to believe?”

Yes.

“Jus’..don’t peek. Alright?” He slowly stands up from his place alongside the fire as he starts to shuck his heavy coat off his shoulders.

“Fine. I won’t peek, okay? Scouts honor.” You promise him and bring your hand over your eyes to cover them.

He’s grumbling to himself the whole time as he begins to undress. He bitches about the cold, his cock, and his nearly frozen toes as you listen quietly to the sound of his belt buckle being undone. He does not fold his clothes neatly like you did and instead they are left in a pile near the fire. He dashes for your sleeping bag, yanking the zipper down in a fury and climbs inside.

It’s a tight fit indeed with barely any room for him to squeeze in but he makes it work.

“Fuck!” His yell is muffled as he struggles to make himself comfortable in what little space he has. “Fuckin’ cannot believe I actually listened to you.” He rubs his hands together, blowing hot air between them.

“Oh, shut up, you big baby.” You stifle a laugh which earns you a displeased glare. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you just would have—”

“Do not start with me, sweetheart. Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His brows furrow and his jaw is clenched so tightly, you’re shocked that it hasn’t shattered.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Joel.” You mutter back and roll over onto your side so your back is facing him. You close your eyes and fully intend to get some much needed and deserved sleep, but the man beside you is squirming and making a big fuss.

“Darlin’ I know you ain’t want anythin’ to do with a man like me, but it was your idea for us to get naked under here..so all I’m askin’ is—”

“Just do whatever it is you need to do, Joel. Can you just be quiet about it? All I want to do right now is sleep, and your fussing about is making that really fucking difficult for me to achieve.” You snap.

“Are you givin’ me permission, sweetheart? Cus’ the last thing I want is for you to bite my damn fingers off if I touch you. So as long as it’s alright with you..” he trails off and you take matters into your own hands by reaching behind you and finding his cold hands and yanking them around your body. You couldn’t help but yelp from the stark difference of temperature from your body heat to his hands.

“You’re fucking freezing, Joel.” You state the obvious and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I didn’t exactly have time to warm them up, sweetheart. My apologies that my hands aren’t at the right temperature for ya.” You think you hear him snicker under his breath, but maybe it’s just his close proximity that makes you hear things.

“Whatever. It’s fine.” You reassure him.

His hands are big, huge, and the skin on his palms and fingers are rough. The feeling overall is quite pleasant, and soon enough his hands don’t feel like an ice block - quite the opposite actually.

He grunts softly as attempts to make himself comfortable without pressing himself into your back. It’s proving to be a challenge as it is, and he has this feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, that this challenge is going to get the best of him.

“What’s wrong now, Joel?” You try to ignore the way his thumbs are gently stroking the space between the curve of your breasts and under your rib cage, and how his touch on your skin is beginning to light a fire in your belly, and between your thighs. His touch is gentle and it’s making your head spin with need and desire.

“I jus’—I don’t wanna make y’feel uncomfortable s’all.” He admits, voice rasping deeply. “I’m fuckin’ freezin’, darlin’ but I don’t wanna—”

“Just shut up and stick your dick in me, Joel. You’ll be warmer then.” You surprise both yourself and him.

His meaty palms squeeze you gently, fingertips kneading the flesh as he inhales a shaky, yet audible breath. The tight confines of your shared sleeping bag suddenly feel ten times tighter, and hotter. It’s suffocating in a delicious sense that you and Joel are stuck here together in this rather..unfortunate situation. You hate him, and he hates you, yet the thought of his thick cock nestling between your thighs sounds like absolute heaven on a plate right now.

Joel thinks he’s on the verge of passing out from your vulgar statement. It’s been god knows how long since he’s felt the warmth of a woman’s body around his cock. It’s been too goddamn long, he thinks.

“..well, if you’re askin.’” He whispers as his hands maneuver your body to press back against him. One strong arm anchors itself around your waist, engaging you in a warm hold when you feel his hard, broad chest pressing against your back. You haven’t even seen his cock, yet you already can tell that he’s big. The word big might not even be able to describe the massive size that is Joel Miller.

“This doesn’t mean anything. Right, Joel?” You ask through the thick growing tension that coils itself around you and the burly man beside you like a snake.

“Doesn’t mean nothin’ at all, sweetheart. Jus’ sharin’ body heat for survival, like you said.” He rasps and blows a hot puff of air against the back of your neck as his strong thighs wrap around your own. Even this man’s feet are fucking huge in every sense.

Y’know what they say about big feet? An even bigger—heart. I was going to say heart.

“Okay.” You squeak out as you relax further into his hold around you.

“Can you jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable at any point? Cus’ if that’s the case, I’ll slip right out. No questions asked, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his apparent nervousness. It was sweet, in a Joel-like fashion. Hell must have frozen over right then and there because the Joel you had grown so accustomed to, was anything but sweet.

“Wow. You sure know how to romance a lady up, Miller. Did Tommy teach you how to do that?” You couldn’t help but wiggle your ass back against him. The thought of reaching down between your thighs and touching yourself crossed your mind, but you refrained.

He laughed, and it sent a wave of arousal gushing like a river because his laugh was beautiful. It was music to your fucking ears.

“Shut the fuck up.” His teeth grazed at the spot where your neck meets your jaw. He bit down, drawing blood to the surface of his indentation in your skin. “I taught Tommy everythin’ he needs to know on romancin’ a woman. Don’t get it twisted, sweetheart.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say, big boy.” You nearly purred. Your back arched towards him, a suppressed moan desperate to be set free when his teeth marked you.

“I think someone is a bit too eager over this whole arrangement that we have found ourselves in.” He comments in a low rasp and his hand drifts down from your hip and nudges your thighs apart with a practiced ease. His heavy cock pressed firmly against your lower back as he let out another praising grunt from between his lips.

“Stop playing with me, Joel. I don’t want to be played with.” You hiss under your breath when you feel the backside of his knuckles slowly drag through the seam of your cunt.

“Y’sure about that, sweetheart? If you don’t wanna be played with, then what do you want?”

Frankly, he’s taking too long for your liking and you decided then and there to take matters into your own hands; literally. You reach between your bodies before he even has a chance to protest as you blindly search for his cock. Your warm palm barely fits around the girth of him.

“I want you to take your cock and stretch me open, Joel. Think you can handle that? Best not keep a lady waiting. It’s awfully rude.” You tsk under your breath.

He growls as his hips buck upwards into your hand like he’s never felt the touch of a woman’s palm before in his life.

“Fine. I like a woman that knows exactly what she wants, anyway. Won’t keep ya waitin’ any longer, princess.”

Joel Miller is a man of his word and just when you think he’s bluffing, you feel the thick press of the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds and notching at your entrance.

He groans against your ear, jaw clenching, and teeth grinding because you’re tight and hugging him like a fucking fist.

“Jesus fuck. That’s a tight cunt if I’ve ever felt one.” He rasps as you slowly pull him in further at the rate that he pushes his hips. Soon, he’s bottomed out with his hips firmly pressed into your ass. His legs stay tangled through yours as his arms come to wrap you up in his hold once more.

“Fuck.” You breathe, lashes fluttering as he stretches you open. He fits snuggly, almost as if your pussy was making a home for his cock to stay there awhile, all cozy and warm with you. “See? Was that so fucking difficult?”

He shakes his head and you swear you can feel him grinning against your skin. “Nope. It wasn’t difficult at all, sweetheart. In fact, I think I’ll stay here awhile.” Yeah, he’s definitely enjoying this.

You smile at this, burying your face into the solid muscle of his bicep, pressing the lightest kiss there. Maybe you even nibbled on it, and maybe he chuckled and pulled you in even closer.

“Stay as long as you’d please, Joel.” You whisper softly.

Come morning the embers from the fire had long since died out, and the storm had since passed. You and Joel were still a bunch of tangled limbs and connected warmth by the time Tommy and the rest of patrol had found you.

Joel had since grown soft with his cock still buried deep within your warmth and his face was buried in your neck with peaceful snores slipping past his plush lips. His eyes barely peeked open when he heard familiar voices muffled, yet nearby. Tommy had just brushed a bit of snow off the top of the sleeping bag and pulled the zipper down when he was met with a sight that he wasn’t expecting.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled and shot his big brother a cheeky wink.

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moon-rivr · 8 months

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pairing: college!miguel x fem reader

warnings: miguel being a bit of an ass, face-sitting, oral (i probably forgot smth 🧍🏻)

author’s note: thank you for all the support for friends with benefits 🥹 anyways i got this idea from c.ai miguel using me as a bet LMAOO (he was supposed to be my roommate only 😖)

word count: 3037

You were the bane of his existence. He hated everything about you, from the way you smiled at everybody but him, to the way that you carried yourself, with kindness and respect even if it wasn't reciprocated. He hated the determination you had towards beating him at everything academically, putting in late hours at the library and studying for tests weeks in advance. What he really hated the most about you, though, was the way he could never find himself to truly hate you.

Which is how he found himself agreeing to a stupid bet that Peter B. Parker had brought up mid smoke sesh. Miguel had spent the last thirty minutes ranting about how you annoyed him today, about your test score and how he was so sure you cheated, and mostly about how you faked being nice with everybody when Peter interrupted him with the proposition. "What if we made a bet?" he started off, getting Miguel's attention as he passed him the blunt. "Let's say you can make her fall in love with you in two months for a hundred bucks," Peter added when Miguel took a hit from the blunt, a cocky smirk on his face. "Let's do a month for two hundred, yeah?"

The next Monday, Miguel found his gaze going to you during biology, the wheels in his head turning to figure out how to win you over. Would you like flowers? Grand gestures? Just the thought was starting to make his head hurt. He decided to start off slow, choosing to sit next to you before the class started. "Good morning," he offered with a small wave, which you returned with a smile on your face. He spent the class period looking at you through his peripheral, handing you a pen when he saw you digging your bag and giving you his notes when the professor moved through the slides too quickly.

"Go to lunch with me," he said after the class ended, watching your eyes flicker with surprise, a bit surprised himself by the offer. He wasn't one to go on casual lunch dates or even pursue someone, people usually pursued him and he didn't do much to find someone to sleep with him. "Well my daily ramen budget thanks you," you replied with a small chuckle, walking next to him after the class ended to the cafeteria. He found himself willingly laughing at your remarks, asking more questions about you, before reminding himself that this was all part of the bet. he refused to be a cliché and be the idiot to fall in love.

"Pickles and mustard? We might have to end this lunch date right now," you remarked, watching as he now added hot sauce to the mixture. It was odd, having lunch with Miguel O'Hara since you were pretty certain he hated you and he only had lunch with his close friends, but you still enjoyed his company and hearing his point of view of how he saw the world. "Oh c'mon, you can't say anything until you try it out," he protested you, handing you a pickle slice, the look on his face practically daring you to eat it. You took a tentative bite, your face morphing into a grimace as you spat it out, taking a sip from your water bottle. You looked up to see Miguel fighting back a laugh, tossing the pickles to the side as he looked over at you. "I can't believe you actually thought I eat that," he remarked with a smirk on his face, laughing as you hit his arm playfully.

The next week had been spent like that day, from trying out new food combinations, exchanging class notes, to spending time in his dorm room and studying. He had taken a break from studying, looking over at you reading the biology textbook and biting down on the pen in your hand, the small action emphasizing how pretty your lips were. He pushed a strand of hair away from your face, an easy smile on his face as you looked up at him. "It's such a shame that the test won't be covering me," you teased, seeing his closed textbook on the floor. "Such a shame indeed, I'm sure I'd be getting top grades," he replied with a smirk of his own, his fingers trailing the back of your neck. He watched you for a little bit, taking in how pretty you looked when you were concentrated and how much he seemed to enjoy your company without giving much thought to the bet. "Go on a date with me," he blurted out after a couple minutes of silence, watching you carefully for your reaction.

He found himself Googling best date ideas and even going as to making a Pinterest board full of things he deemed would be fun for both of you. He ended up going with a classic picnic date, buying sandwich making materials and a small Lego set. He arrived at your dorm room a couple hours after he confirmed you were free, fighting back a smile as he saw you open the door. You were wearing a yellow sundress that complimented your curves perfectly, pairing it with white flats. He stumbled over his words as he took you in, spitting out something that resembled, "Te ves hermosa." Your laughter was like a soft melody that reverberated through his ears, unable to keep his gaze off you. You closed your dorm door, walking next to him to his car. (you look beautiful)

He stopped in front of City Hall Park, claiming that it was underrated by Central Park's attraction. He set down a checkered blanket on the grass, sitting down as he took out the contents of the basket. You two fell into easy conversation, talking about your friends, school assignments, and just personal details. You two started to make your sandwiches as you took sips of the cheap wine he'd picked up, your past suspicions about his intentions dissipating with every passing moment. He pulled out the Lego set, a Star Wars battle ship, and felt himself grow even more comfortable in your presence when he discovered that you were also a fan.

The date had ended with Miguel dropping you off at your dorm room, his hands wrapped around your waist as he tried to prolong your leaving. You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips as you pushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. He leaned down, his hands practically moving you closer as his lips gently brushed yours. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his hands gently brushing the back of your neck before you leaned in, your lips enveloping his. The kiss started off tentative and gentle but soon, your hands were wrapped around Miguel's neck as you pulled him closer to you and your lips moved in tandem with his, the taste of him and the wine dizzying. Both of you pulled away a couple seconds later, just taking a moment to take in the moment before he kissed your forehead. "Buenas noches." (good night)

Most of the month had passed by with you two continuing to go on dates, making out in his room, and studying for your biology tests together. The fair had come to town recently and Miguel had gotten you two tickets for today after some relentless begging from your part. He took out the two tickets after he picked you up from your last class, a small grin on his face as he saw the way your eyes sparkled from excitement. "I'll pick you up at eight, chula," he said, leaving you at your dorm as he gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking away. (pretty)

Your jaw dropped when you opened the door, seeing Miguel ditch his usual hoodie and sweatpants apparel for a button down tee with some jeans. He gave you a lopsided smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he smelled the crook of your neck. "What if we ditch the fair and stay home?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over your neck before he kissed it. "Very funny, but I did not spend two hours looking at youtube makeup tutorials to stay home," you said, laughing a bit before walking off to your closet to finish getting dressed. You and Miguel had changed in front of each other, made out, and cuddled but you never had sex together. Partly because you were a virgin and you were worried he'd be turned off by your lack of experience given his past and another part being to just general fear of how big he was, how much it would hurt.

You and Miguel walk into the carnival a couple minutes later, looking around at some of the rides before your eyes settled on a My Melody plushie by the ball toss. You ran over, blindsighted by how cute it was and paid the attendant before tossing the balls at the bottles. Miguel walked over, his arms folded as he watched you, the look of determination on your face to get the stupid plushie. He couldn't help but feel bad as he saw the small pout on your lips when you'd missed one of the bottles, deciding to try it out for himself.

"Thank you!" your face practically lit up as he handed you the plushie, a smile forming on his face as he looked at you. He would be willing to do a hundred more of those ball tosses if it meant he got to see you smile like that again. He wrapped his arm around your neck, guiding you towards some rides he'd thought you'd enjoy. He took in every single one of your expressions, basking in how excited you seemed to be even with the most boring rides.

The last ride of the evening had been the ferris wheel, he realized it was a little corny, but he wanted a couple minutes just to have you to himself. He found himself looking at you rather than the view of the city, grabbing your chin so you'd look at him and he dipped his head down, meeting you in a kiss. "Te amo, hermosa," he whispered, his lips moving towards your earlobe as he nibbled slightly. You took a minute to let the words process, and even though you had never really experienced what being in love was like, you found yourself coming to the realization that you were in love with Miguel O'Hara. "I love you," you said, your hand on his cheek as you looked at him before meeting him for another kiss.

You and Miguel had ended up at his dorm after the carnival ended, tongues and mouths clashing as he pinned you against the wall. He took off his shirt and you finally snapped back to it, looking up at him nervously. "Miguel. I'm a virgin," you said, breaking the silence in the room and you saw his eyes flicker into something.. darker. "We don't have to anything you don't want to, chula," he assured you, taking in note of your reaction as he rested his hand on your waist. You took a moment to think about this, really think about this, before looking up at him with a ghost of a smile on your lips. "Can we just try oral for tonight?" you asked, rubbing the back of your neck.

He swore he could've came right then and there with the way you asked him, nodding mindlessly as he went to his bed. He cleared some of his biology books off it, laying down as he looked over you at you. "Sit on my face, princesa," he said, nonchalantly, as he saw the redness start to creep up on your cheeks. You started taking your clothes off, looking at him from the edge of the bed as you nibbled down on your bottom lip. "Are you sure I won't crush your face?" You asked, letting out a little yelp as Miguel pulled you onto the bed. You rested on his lap, his hands settled on your hips as he looked up at you. "You won't hurt me," he reassured you, drawing small circles on your thighs with his fingers.

You slightly hovered above his face as he began to lick a stripe down your pussy, letting out a muffled moan as his hands pressed down on your thighs. “I thought I told you to sit on my face, not hover,” he said, slapping your ass before he pushed your hips down. You fell down to his expecting face, your hands immediately gripping the headboard as you felt his tongue plunge into you. His hands grip on your thighs as he continued to lick and suck on your pussy, your juices coating his lips in the most delicious way possible. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on the strands gently and he let out a moan, the vibrations making you grind against his face.

He encouraged you to grind on his face, moving your hips against his face as his tongue continued to lick in your pussy, plunging in the most delicious angle possible. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, scissoring them to work his way in as his mouth closed around your engorged clit. His tongue ran small circles around your clit, his fingers working in tandem as he curled them, hitting that spot inside of you. You moved your hips against his fingers, moaning out incoherent strings of his name as you felt something building up in your lower stomach. "Miguel, I feel like I have to pee," you moaned out, but he continued with his ministrations, only intensifying them after you said that. Your back arched as you released into his mouth, looking down to see him licking his lips and the side of his mouth. "Que deliciosa," he said with a small chuckle, getting you off of him. (how delicious)

You looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants, seeing his almost pained expression and he was about to reassure you that you didn't need to return anything, but you got down on your knees rendering him speechless. You slid off his boxers, picking up some of the precum with your finger and licking it off. "Tell me if you want me to something different, okay?" You told him before you brought your mouth closer to his reddening tip. You started off sucking it slowly, his hands making their way to your hair while one of your hands started to pump his length. You took more of him in your mouth, getting adjusted to how big he was before you started to bob your head. He let out soft moans and whispers of your name as you continued, feeling in complete bliss as you did so. You looked up at him, your doe eyes almost making him come right then and there as his hand worked on guiding your head, never forcing you.

He felt himself coming closer to that edge as you licked on a vein, feeling goosebumps forming on his skin. You took all of his cock in your mouth, feeling your eyes water as you adjusted to having him in so deep. You looked up at him and he let out a raggedy moan as he came in your mouth, maintaining eye contact with you. He helped you get up from the floor, dipping his head down to meet you for a kiss.

He cleaned in between your thighs with a warm washcloth, cleaning himself off as well before walking over to his dresser. He took out a shirt, handing it to you with a small smile. "Stay the night," he offered, looking at you expectantly. You nodded, taking the shirt from him and putting it on, the material falling over you like a dress. You both laid down on his bed, your breathing in tandem as you laid on his chest. "You're not pissed off we didn't have sex right?" You asked out of the blue, not wanting this thing you had going on with Miguel to end. He let out a small laugh, his hand stroking your hair as he answered, "Claro que no, mi amor. Even if it's not with me, don't let anyone pressure you into something you're not ready for." You couldn't help but feel your heart melt a bit as he spoke, your legs tangling with his. "When I do feel ready.. I'd like for it to be with you," you whispered, kissing his cheek. (of course not)

Peter had seen the events at the fair, shocked to say the least, at how obvious Miguel was being with his feelings towards you. He decided to give Miguel a wake up call tomorrow, remind him that this was all part of the deal, that he wasn't meant to be going out and falling in love with you. He knew how it ended with his last girlfriend, Xina, and how detached he had been from everything, a shell of his former self.

You walked over to Miguel's dorm, about to knock on the door when you heard him talking with Peter about something. You didn't mean to eavesdrop, obviously, but you were also curious to know what his friend's opinion was about you. "Dude, don't lose track of what we're doing here. you're not supposed to actually fall in love with her," you heard Peter say, your eyes widening a bit as Miguel let out a chuckle. "As if I could actually fall in love with her. she's nothing but just another bet, man."

The words rung through your ears, but you blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out as you forced yourself to knock on Miguel's door. you saw the surprise flash across his face for a split second, exchanging a look with Peter before looking back at you stoically. You wanted to cry, you wanted to beat yourself up for being so stupid and falling for his charms the same you'd reprimanded your friends, but you swallowed that all back and simply said,

"I left my biology textbook in here."

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agirlcandream84 · 2 months

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More Boyfriend!Frank Headcanons

Am I mentally ill at this point? All signs point to yes. Anyway, here's more Frank headcanons.

He's always a gentleman and assisting with the stuff that requires muscles BUT he does secretly like to watch you struggle with a jar of pickles or whatever from time to time. Huffing and puffing, those adorable grunts you make, watching how long you'd go without asking for help before finally strutting over to you with a smirk and taking the jar, popping it open with ease and kissing your forehead with "there ya go babydoll"

You love to be barefoot around the house and he is CONVINCED you'll catch your death, putting slippers on your feet or saying "at least put some socks on doll, you're killin' me" and he'd get especially mad when a random glass would break and you'd standing barefoot amongst the shards. Quite literally lifting you by the armpits to place you somewhere safe.

He simultaneously thinks your independence is hot AND would prefer to never let you out of his sight. So when you grab drinks with the girls, he'd lie when he dropped you off and let you think he was headed back home but really he was just waiting in the car for hours outside the bar, ready to get you home safe when the night wrapped up.

There is nothing fragile about his masculinity so when you realize you're out of mascara at 11pm, he's at the drugstore and facetiming you, showing you the wall of mascras and reading the names all confused "Super Telescopic Carbon Black? Shit, is this a mascara or a telescope sweetheart," he'd tease you before spending another 15 mins finding the exact one you wanted and then buying 3 so you have backups.

He is generally a man of few words, EXCEPT for two places: the bedroom (more on that in a minute) and when he knew you'd reached your social limit at a party or event. Just as you were feeling tapped out you'd feel a warm hand land on your back as he'd step into the conversation, taking the lead and making polite conversation so you could just stand quietly for a bit

The bedroom (and let's be real, all the other places you have sex)- this man is a talker. It's just unending streams of praise, half of them pitying in response to your incoherent whimpers. So much "takin' me so well sweetheart" or "such a good girl for me doll" or "I know baby, I'm going slow. S'alright" or "It's ok sweetheart, make all the noise you need."

He looooovveeesss to see you ride him but his chest and torso are so damn broad that straddling him and getting a rhythm feels impossible. He watches you struggle a bit, your tits mesmerizing him, before he grabs your hips, rocking you baacccck and fooorrttth, his hands occasionally wrapping around to cup and squeeze your ass cheeks.

While he certainly enjoys receiving head, he much MUCH prefers giving it. He loves the sense of total control he has over your pleasure, the way your hands tug at his hair, the way your thighs graze his face, the way "frankie" tumbles from your lips as your whole body trembles.

He fucking loves how soft you are. Soft skin, soft hair, soft squishy thighs. He's constantly kneading you, mumbling "so fuckin' soft" in your ear.

K byyyeeeeee

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aalyssah · 9 months

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Too Touchy

Pairing: Protective!MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,817

Summary: When a man gets too touchy on you, Max steps up, making the man to keep his hands to himself.

A/N: Just imagine MJF defending you because some guy doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the sun shining bright through the curtains that hung on the window.

You could feel an arm draped across your waist. You turned around, meeting the face of a sleeping MJF. You're extremely lucky to see this side of him. Ever since he started the 'Better Than You Bay Bay' team, he's been showing more affection lately.

You smiled, tracing your hand around his beard and plump lips, debating if you should kiss him. "Either kiss me or take a picture." You gasped at the sound of Max's groggy voice.

His brown eyes opened, looking dead at you. "So you're not gonna give me a kiss?" You blushed, hiding your face in his neck. Max chuckled, pulling you back and kissing you. "We finally have the day off." You both sighed in sync.

Y'all have been working hard over the last month with Max being in a popular storyline and you making your way to the top for the Women's World Championship. "I know, I've been waiting!" You both sat in a comfortable silence before Max broke it.

“So what do you wanna do today? I was thinking maybe going shopping for a new suit, or maybe going down to the dealership and looking at a new car, what do you think?" Your face scrunched up at the sound of spending a lot of money.

“Uh, I don't know about that. Can we just have a normal day where we spend time together at the gym, or go out to eat?" Max thought for a moment and realized you were right. "Yeah, you're right. How about we go to the gym, to the store for some food, and maybe dinner?"

You smiled at that. "Oh yes, I like that much better." Max kissed your forehead before getting up. "Last one to get dressed gives the winner head." Max stood up, almost running to the closet. "Hey that's not fair you cheater!" You quickly got out the blanket, running to the closet to get some clothes.

(Max won)

You both showered and made it to the gym. You and Max did some stretching before he went off to lift weights, but you've been experiencing some tense muscles in your leg, so hopefully stretching will help.

You stood on your mat, doing a downward dog position. As you took a deep breath you heard someone cat calling you. You smiled thinking it was Max, but when you turned around you saw some middle aged looking man standing there.

“Good god, do you look good." You frowned at the man's compliments, feeling a little weirded out. "Thank you?" You continued stretching, ignoring his words until he spoke again. "I'm sure you got a man or girl, but if I was yours I’d keep you nice and full until you get pregnant."

You stood up, looking at them with disgust. "What is wrong with you? How dare you say something like that about a woman!?" The man only chuckled at your question. "Oh don't act like you wouldn't like it. I know you're really a dirty whore in bed."

Your mouth dropped open at his words. "You're just nasty!" You left your mat, going to Max's side fast. He noticed how frantic you looked. "Hey what's wrong, you okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm just ready to go." Max looked at you slightly confused.

You just got here less than 10 minutes ago and now you want to leave? "You sure? We just got here like a couple of minutes ago." You nodded your fast, taking his hand. "Yeah, I want to go shopping for some food." You and Max took a small shower and left to go to the store.

You were both walking in the store, grabbing a small basket. "Okay, I'll go look for the meat and you go look for all the other stuff." You both parted ways with you going to the vegetable aisle. You looked for the pickles when you saw they were on the top shelf.

"Who the hell put them all the way up there?" You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach for the pickles. Your fingertips brushed the glass, but went no further. "I swear I'm gonna sue this store for putting these pickles so damn high!" You muttered.

You then felt an arm sliding over yours, grabbing the jar of pickles. "Oh, thank-" You stopped talking when you saw who it was. It was the same man from earlier. "No problem sweetheart. This is why you need a strong tall man like me with you."

He said, flexing his weak arms. "Y'know I never caught your name?" You stood there looking at him. There ain't no way you're gonna tell him your name. Luckily, Max walked by the aisle, stopping as he saw you. "Babe, there you are!" Max came to you, and the man quickly left.

“Who was that man you were talking to?" There's no way in hell you're gonna tell him who that is. "Oh, just a stranger helping me out for the pickles." You smiled as Max looked at you suspiciously. "You sure?" You nodded your head. "Yup, I'm done and hungry. Should I make dinner for tonight?"

Max shook his head no. "Nah, I wanna eat at that new restaurant that opened 2 months ago. Been dying to eat there." A smile was brought back to your face. "Okay, let's get these groceries home first."

You and Max drove home, put the groceries away, and drove to the restaurant. Max had a hand on the small part of your as you walked to the table.

A waiter took your order's and left. "I can't wait to eat here!" Max said again, smiling like a little kid. "Okay son, calm down." You and Max laughed. "Tony called me earlier when we were at the gym and asked if you were down to fight Toni for the belt on Dynamite next week."

You quietly clapped your hands. "Oh my god, yes! I've worked so hard for this and I'll finally get it!" Max watched as you cheered. The happy moment was cut short when a group of teenagers came up to the table. "Excuse me? Can we take a picture with y'all. We're big fans."

You smiled at the group, getting up and fixing your appearance. "Sure, come on babe." Max rolled his eyes that the fans ruined the moment, but took the picture. It was like a dominos effect. One fan came up and now others from the restaurant stopped eating to take a picture.

Some wanted you, others wanted just Max. As Max was taking a picture with a group of girls you looked around the room to catch the familiar eyes of the man. He was already walking towards you with a not so happy look on his face.

You just stood there, not being able to go anywhere. "So you're famous and dating someone? Y'know I was really upset to hear the talk about you dating that dickhead, I'm so much better than him." You scoffed at his cockiness. "Look, do you want a picture because if not you need to leave me alone."

The man smirked creepily. “Oh most definitely!" He called some random person to take the picture. He stood beside you, wrapping his grimy arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The person snapped multiple pictures, with his hand getting lower and lower down your body.

You uncomfortably backed away. "Alright, that's enough pictures." You awkwardly took a couple of steps back. "Why ya leaving so soon, we were just getting to the good part." You tried walking backwards, but the man grabbed you fast, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

His hand came to your ass, gripping at it and pushing his nose in the nape of your neck. You harshly pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Get your hands off my girl!" You jumped back at the sound of Max's angry voice. The man let you go after receiving a punch.

The man flew back, sliding over a table with food on it. Glass shattering could be heard as well as gasps from people around. People pulled their phones out and filmed as Max beat the guy's ass. The manager and workers came up, trying to pull Max off him, but Max was not having it.

The man was struggling to cover his face as Max threw punches. “Max calm down, chill out!” Your words were drowned out by his ears, as he continued to beat the man. “We called the cops!” Someone yelled from behind.

Coincidentally, 2 cops were sitting around the corner so they came to break the fight up. One held back Max while the other arrested the man, who now had a black eye and busted lip. Max was furious, red painting his face, but when he saw you, he broke out the cops arms, and went to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked as you brushed your hand over his cheek. “Yeah I am, but your-” Max cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say. “It’s just a scratch.” The cop interrupted the moment with some questions.

“Some people said it started off because of you ma’am?” You nodded your head, gulping at the memories. “Yes, we went to the gym in the morning and the guy was flirting with me, saying how beautiful I looked and then said if he was my man, he would get me pregnant.”

Max’s eyes almost bugged out his head at the new information. “He what?!” You kept speaking. “Yeah and then I went to the store and he was in the same aisle, trying to get my name and now we’re here.” Max was gripping at his hair, breathing heavily as you told the cop.

“Thank you ma’am we’re gonna lock this guy up. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested for harassment.” The cops walked away, leaving you and Max. “I’m getting tired, can we go home?” Max nodded his head, taking you outside.

You both were met with cameras and paparazzi. “MJF can you tell us what happened in the restaurant?” Usually Max wouldn’t stop to answer the stupid paparazzi, but he needed the world to know what happens when you mess with his girl.

“Yeah that motherfucker was being too touchy with my girl, and I don’t like that so I beat his ass.” Max only answered one question before hurrying you in the car. You both let out a breath of relief.

“Please tell me if someone’s making you feel uncomfortable. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I love you.”You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I will, promise.”

You both drove home that night, stress free at the thought of that man being locked up.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, short blurb, flo being a mum, kinda comfort fic

warning(s): grammatical errors, nor proofread, unedited

word count: 0.9k

note: I feel like this could be better, but I literally tried like 4 different ideas and this one is the one that I liked the most. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You and Florence had been seeing each other for six months now.

The two of you met when she took Billie out for a walk. You were so immersed in reading your book that you didn’t realise the ball of fur heading toward you until it barked right beside you, startling you. And right behind it, Florence came running, shouting at Billie to just stop.

You were completely mesmerised by her the second you looked at her. She was a sight for sore eyes, you swore you could get lost in her pickle green eyes and all you wanted to do was run your finger through her short soft golden hair.

The second time you met her at the same park, you took it as a sign and asked her out. You were nervous, you could also tell she was nervous, even Billie was uneasily moving around. But once you asked her a smile form on her face and immediately said yes.

The more time you would spend with her, the more you found yourself falling for her. What was odd, though, was the fact that she would never let you come to her home. You would always meet her at a bar or some fancy restaurant. Someday she would stay at your place but leave before the clock hits 11 pm.

You didn’t think much about it, decided to give her space. But then one night, you wanted to surprise her. So you decided to swing by her place, and that was why you were now knockin on her front door.

Once she opened the door and met your eyes, a smile formed on her face. But then a second later, the smile just dropped and she closed the door behind her. You were taken aback by the action, not expecting that cold welcoming.

“Did I forget we had a date?” you could tell she sounded both nervous and worried.

“No, no, it’s not it. I just wanted to see you. But I guess it is wrong timing. I should probably go…” you trailed off, wanting more than anything for her to tell you otherwise.

“No, Y/n. I just,” she held you by your wrist, forcing you to stay. Her soft skin against your sent shiver up your spine. “It’s just—,” a sweet soft voice cut her off.

“Mummy, who is it?”

Your eyes winded the second you took in the words, a little girl opening the door behind Florence. The first thing you noticed was her long blonde hair and her round bottom nose, exactly the same as Florence’s features.

“Mummy will be right there, baby,” she tried to push her inside, but the kid was fighting back.

“Who are you?” even though the question was meant for you, it took you a whole minute to answer it.

You looked at Florence, not sure what to tell the little girl in front of you. You didn’t even know what Florence and you were exactly. You cleared your throat, shaking your thoughts out of your head.

“I, um,” you looked at the little girl. “I’m a friend of your mum,” you smiled at her.

“Does that mean you are my friend too?”

“Ophelia…” Florence chimed in, but you stopped her.

“Yeah, as long as that’s what you want,” you kneeled down to be the same height as her. “Would you like to be my friend?” you asked sweetly.

“Only if you come in and play with me, my barbies and I are having a tea party, will you please join us?” she looked at you, the same doe eyes as her mother, except they were bright blue.

“I love tea parties,” you smiled at her.

She grabbed your wrist and quickly dragged you to her bedroom. Florence leaned against the door frame, watching you and Ophelia play, and could only chuckled at the sight before her eyes.

After a few good minutes of an intense tea party, Ophelia decided to watch the telly, giving you the opportunity to finally talk to Florence about this whole thing.

“I know. I should have told you,” she started before you could even bring up the topic, you could tell she felt guilty about keeping Ophelia from you. “It’s just, I wanted to make sure. I don’t want to bring people into Ophelia’s life if they are just going to leave. I’m sorry Y/n. I really am, it wasn’t fair and I—”

“Hey,” you stopped her, resting your hands on her cheeks so she could look at you. “It’s okay. I get it, you were just protecting her, I can’t blame you for that. I just wished you would have given me a heads up, you know?” you chuckled, but your little joke didn’t make her feel better.

“Yes, of course, I should have told you. I understand if you want to leave and—”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s just, a kid is too much, I would understand if you just want to pretend like nothing happen and—”

“Are you kidding me? This is great, Ophelia is great. She is amazing, Flo. You are doing a really good job raising her on your own. I would love nothing more than to get to know her better. I mean, we are friends now,” you smiled at her, caressing her cheek trying to reassure her.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah! I want you to tell me everything about her,” you kissed her forehead as an unspoken promise that you were going to be the support she needed.

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mattsobvimyfav · 26 days

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo) PT 12

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

Semi-smut ig

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y/n

“Chris, can I borrow some clothes?” I asked as we all stood up walking our plates to the sink. “Of course, lets go '' He grabs my hand leading me up the stairs, thanking god I can just ignore Matt for right now while I deal with my own emotions about this situation. “Here” Chris throws me a pair of boxers with literal hot dogs on them and a plain white T-shirt. “Get out” I say shoo’ing him out of the room “Aw, I cant stay and watch” I closed the door in his face watching him pout. I change into the clothes leaving mine in a folded pile on his dresser. “ARE YOU DONE?” He yells outside the door, I walk over to open the door and he looks at me with wide eyes ``Do NOT walk out of this room” He closed the door behind him and I looked at him confused as he turned me towards the mirror. The shirt was so unbelievably see-through and I hadn't thought about leaving my bra on. “OH MY GOD, give me a sweatshirt NOW” I yelled at Chris. He laughs again “Come on it'll just be me you and Matt you’ll be fine” I internally rolled my eyes at the fact Matt was gonna be trying to get into my pants (most likely succeeding) Chris lays on his bed and I follow laying next to him, Matt walks into the room only ten minutes later.

“Woah, showing off a lot tonight Pickle” He says casually walking over to the other dresser grabbing a pair of shorts and changing. Right there, in front of me. I took the bait staring at him and Matt looked up smirking at me. He wore just a pair of black shorts hanging dangerously low. “Come on, you can sleep in the other bedroom” Matt says opening the door “Goodnight Christopher” I say leaning over kissing his cheek “Night boobie woman” Matt broke out into laughter as I smacked Chris’ chest. Matt leads me out of the room towards another room “Can I have a phone changer” I ask knowing I was going to be on my phone most the night since I was spending it alone “Yeah, go in here I'll be right back” Matt opens a door that leads to a spare bedroom, I walk in laying on the bed waiting for Matt to come back, when he did he walked in closing the door behind him.

“Don't worry, I'm sleeping in here with you tonight” I roll my eyes looking at him “Did you sleep in here with Maddy too?” He scoffs, throwing his hand over his heart “You treat me like a common whore!” He pretends to be hurt. “Matt, I'm serious. Im not gonna do this with you if your fucking other girls. I know you made out with her.” He slides over me on the bed placing a kiss on my forehead “It was a mistake, I'm only doing this with you” He places a kiss on my cheek lying next to me “So what, we are just friends with benefits right?” I ask turning to face him “Yes, lots of benefits” I giggle as he starts to tickle my sides. “Okay Matt, time for bed. No benefits tonight buddy we have school. Oh yeah, can I borrow a sweatshirt tomorrow?” I ask as I roll onto him laying my head into his chest “Of course, you can borrow anything of mine Princess.” I roll my eyes. “That's more than friendly Matthew, Go to bed.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before we both close our eyes going to sleep.

The next morning I wake up to my alarms, Matt waking up with me. He immediately places a kiss on my forehead. “Good morning Princess, do you need to shower?” I shake my head no getting out of the bed “Do you have a tooth brush, and a closet?” I smiled at him as he rolls out of bed, I could have practically passed out right then and there. He had bed head, his stumble more prominent, his shorts so low threatening to show his member, which was half way hard. I was basically drooling. “Wanna have some benefits before school?” He asked, placing his body against mine, slipping his hand behind me onto my ass “You make it so hard to say no” As soon as I finished my sentence his lips were connected to mine in a passionate make out. He pulled me back sitting on the bed as I startled him, after about three minutes of just passionately making out I push myself up off of him “Come on Matt, we have school” I say turning around “Your just gonna leave me like this” He says, I turn facing him, hes leaned back showing me his boner in full force “Lets gooooo” I say grabbing his hand pulling him off the bed.

Matt gave me a white sweater and I put my leggings back on from the day before with my uggs, I took my hair down letting the braids leave it curly throwing in two small braids in the front to keep it out of my face, “Good morning pickle” Nick says as I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I place my head on his shoulder as we stood there in silence brushing our teeth.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Matt standing at the kitchen table in a yellow and black striped polo shirt that had a collar on it and some blue jeans. I don't know why Matthew has looked so much more attractive the past couple of weeks. “Ready?” Matt asked standing up straight with Chris behind him, I nod yes looking up at him.

Once we get to school I told the boys to go in since I wanted to wait for the bell to ring to not see Haylee. I grabbed Matt's keys locking the door while walking into the front office to check in since I decided to wait a couple extra minutes.

Matthew-

You good Princess?

y/n-

Matt FRIENDS dont call each other endearing names. Yes I am fine, thank you.

Matthew-

FRIENDS dont make eachother cum either.

I rolled my eyes shoving my bag into my locker grabbing my books for the first couple of periods remembering my dad should be home in the next hour. I pulled my phone out to text him.

y/n-

Hey dad, I slept at the boys last night. Could you bring me something for lunch around 11:30?

Father-

Of course. Honey.

Ah, my father, the man who cannot figure out the space bar on his iphone correctly. I giggle looking at his text simply hurting it before slipping in an airpod. I wasn't really in the mood to have anyone talk to me today, I queued up a few songs after Les by Childish Gambino came on and tapped my fingers along with my book as I walked into math taking my seat and starting on my work.

I walked into ELA as my teacher called my over, I slipped out my airpod and she patted the seat next to her “How are you doing y/n” She asked with her smile, she was a very sweet teacher she had me as a student the past three years and she made me feel warm in her presence “I'm good, How are you this year?” I asked smiling back at her “I've been good, I have noticed you are doing well but have not asked to go to Ms. Scaponis office?” She questioned, the recent years I would spend days in her office because I couldn't stop crying from the aggressive texts my mother would send me throughout the day “I haven't been to my moms, I have been feeling okay but I guess I should go down and talk to her about the other things going on” I say looking down at my hands that were holding my airpods “Lucky for you, we are just watching a TED talk today, why don't you go spend the periods up till lunch with her” I nodded grabbing my stuff, I knew Ms. Scaponi put her up to this because i haven't been into her office even for a fun visit to take some goldfish.

“Good morning” I say walking into the familiar room “My girl, where have you been?” She asked as I took a seat in the chair across from her “I haven't been to my moms, I haven't had a lot going on besides ghosting Haylee yesterday” She nodded, not questioning it because I had told her the questionable things Haylee has pulled. “Okay, how about the Sturniolo boys, I see you're spending a lot of time with them” I smiled, ready to tell her everything that had been happening.

After about an hour of talking there was a knock on the door “Come in!” Ms. Scaponi says as I sit up correctly “DAD!” I yelled jumping up to hug my best friend “Hey honey, I didn't know what you wanted” he said handing me a bag of mcdonalds “I got the boys some food too, seeing as I figured they didn't bring food either” I hugged him again thanking him just as the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch “Mr. y/l/n , could you stay for a minute?” Ms. Scaponi asked my dad as I gave her a questioning look and my father nodded before shoo’ing me off to lunch.

“Say you love my father” I say standing behind the boys holding up the bag as they were all at their lockers “i LOVE your dad” Chris says grabbing the food from my hand grabbing a fry immediately placing it in his mouth. “WE love your dad” Matt and Nick say as they shovel through the bag “Jesus, can we get to the cafeteria first” I say ripping the bag from their hands. They followed in suit behind me as I walked towards the cafe looking through the bag. We ate our lunch laughing and talking. I haven't decided if I was going to stay for the whole day or not but today seemed to be going fine so I figured I should.

After working on my project with Matt and going to gym class, it was time for our combined period with Chris “Thank god, I hate only having one class with you” Chris said sitting on my desk facing me after the teacher had given us permission to do whatever, I pulled my airpod out of my ear “I know, your life sucks without me” I looked up smiling at him “Hey, our last game is friday. You're gonna finally come to one?” Matt asked, sitting on Chris' seat “I guess I'll come, it's your senior game right?” they both nodded “Do I need to get you a present or something?” I asked, I didn't have a senior game seeing as I quit my high school team last year. I would at least get a senior game for softball. “No, but we wouldn't object if you did!” Chris said “I know what you can get me” Matt said and my cheeks immediately turned a light shade of pink “Ew dude” Chris said scoffing back at Matt “Get me the same” He winked “I actually cannot handle you two your disgusting” We finished the rest of the period laughing and joking with each other and it was finally the end of the day

“Hey, meet us at the car!” Matt yelled as they were walking towards their lockers. I grabbed my bag and shoved whatever homework I had from the day into it. I looked up seeing Haylee giving me a nasty look from down the hallway, I hadn't even read her messages from the night before, I was just going to let Nick read them and tell me if it was worth my time in the car. I turned around walking out of the school doors.

“So who's going with me to get my nails done!” I asked hoping in the backseat of the car after noticing how overgrown and gross my acrylics looked. “All of us” Nick said smiling back at me “Perfect, can we stop my dads for money and for me to change? I'll make the appointment.”

Matt nodded backing out of his parking spot as I called my favorite nail spot making for appointments, We made it back to my dads house all dropping our bags by the front door “Dad, can I have money please look at my rank ass nails” I said shoving my overgrown and basically deformed french tipped nails “Of course, what're you gonna get?” he asked, pulling out his wallet “I don't even know yet, good question.” He handed me two one hundred dollar bills, knowing my nails were at most fifty dollars. “I'm gonna go change, dad hang out with the boys” I say as they all sit on the couch with him and I run up the stairs. I changed into a pair of my UMASS sweatpants in case I decided I wanted to get my toes done, and one of my sweatshirts from my soccer season. I threw my hair into a messy bun grabbing my wallet, throwing the money my dad gave to me into it and running back down the stairs.

“Okay im ready, I’ll be back after. I might make them stop at target first though” I say sitting next to my dad to see what he was doing on his laptop. “Alright, have fun honey. Let me know what you want for dinner” I hugged my dad, grabbing my car keys looking at the boys “Matt drives my car, I need to find which nails I am going to get!” I say handing my keys to them “Okay princess” Matt says taking them from my hand smirking down at me, I roll my eyes since my father was right there as we all walked out to door to go get our nails done.

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@worldlxvlys @orangeypepsi @larnieboox88 @maryx2xx @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @luvangelbreak

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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jessjad · 9 months

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Something serious

Summary: Beau and Y/N spend a summer evening together. But do they both expect the same thing?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Prompt: "Drive-in theater"

Warnings: None really, just a little nervousness out of new things happening

Word count: 1404

A/N: Hello! :) This is my second contribution to @smellingofpoetry ’s 400 Follower Celebration - Summer Edition. I actually wanted to finish this earlier, but unfortunately that didn't work out. It's nothing big, just something to mend my aching heart and give me some hope. All mistakes are mine. Please enjoy.

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“Where are we going?” Y/N asked as she watched the sun set over the trees.

Beau sat behind the wheel of his red truck, humming along the road as he drove. They were already a few minutes behind Helena and continued up into the mountains. Even if Y/N didn't really think he was up to anything evil, one could never be quite sure. She hadn't known Beau for long.

“It's a surprise.” Beau answered with a small smile and looked over to her.

Y/N looked a little uneasy, which Beau understood. After all, they hardly exchanged a word before he actually dared to ask her out. Of course he hadn't mentioned that he had noticed her for a long time beforehand. Also not that only Y/N was the reason why he had shown up at her work so often and now had an unusually large supply of pickled onions. You'd think he'd pull this off with ease. After all, he was married before and even had a child. And yet he felt like a teenager in love.

“C'mon, don't worry. I'm the sherif of our town, in case you've forgotten.” He tried to loosen her up, but Y/N just snorted a little.

“Yes, but apparently even that's no longer a guarantee, is it?”

And Y/N was right about that too. He knew she was referring to State Trooper Rick Legarski. A truly tragic thing, but still he hoped she realized that Beau wasn't like that. Not at all. But he didn't want the bad mood to overshadow the evening, so he thought of something to lighten it up a bit.

“What do you call a cautious wolf?” Beau asked all of a sudden.

“What?” Y/N turned to Beau and looked at him confused.

“Oh, C'mon... What do you call a cautious wolf?” Beau repeated.

Still slightly confused, she continued to look at Beau until the penny dropped. Beau tried to crack a joke. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“I don't know.” she gave in.

Beau already had to grin before he even answered. “'A Werewolf'!”

What a bad joke. But still Y/N had to laugh. If not about the joke itself, but about the way Beau was looking at her. The sparkle in his eyes and the pride that he had even thought of this joke. This man was really adorable.

“Huh? Huh? It's a good one, isn't it?” tried Beau being praised.

“Whatever you say.” Y/N chuckled.

After that, Y/N really felt a bit better and the mood was pleasant. The sun was now quite low on the horizon and gave a beautiful color to the clear late summer sky. And then Y/N saw something in the darkness of the trees. It was a lighted spot at a large vantage point. Lots of stringlights demarcated a large area, and the closer they got, the better she could see exactly where they were going. Beau drove through the entrance, turned the truck, and parked in a convenient spot. Y/N was amazed when she got off after Beau.

“Yeah.” Beau stepped around his car to meet Y/n at his trunk. “You like it?”

“A drive-in theater?” Y/N asked surprised.

“Yes... yes, I do.” said Y/N softly.

She looked around. They weren't the first there, but it wasn't that crowded either. The site was huge and the screen big so you could get a perfect view from just about anywhere. The sunset behind the screen gave the whole thing something special. It seemed really... romantic. She suddenly got nervous. Beau noticed the change and gently placed a hand on Y/N's upper arm to draw her attention back to him. He looked at her a little worried.

“Y/N... what is it?”

“Nothing. It's... nothing.” She looked briefly to the ground but realized fast that Beau didn't believe her. “I mean...” she pointed to their surroundings. “So you really meant it when you asked me out on a real 'real' date.”

“What else was I supposed to mean?”

“Well, I don't know. I thought you just wanted to simply hanging out with me. Like you do with Cassie from time to time. As friends.”

Now Beau was a little confused. “And I thought I made myself pretty clear when I asked you out. I mean, sure, the words didn't come out right at first, but by the end I thought I made myself clear.”

“Yes, yes, but I just didn't think that... you really meant it.”

“And why?” Beau tried to understand where this was coming from, but he didn't get it yet.

“I thought... you would still love Carla.”

After all, it wasn't a secret anymore. Among other things, he only came to Helena to be close to his daughter Emily and his ex-wife. At some point everyone knew that he still loved Carla.

“That's... okay, listen. Carla and I didn't end well back then. Many things have happened that have had a negative impact on our marriage. Things I have allowed. I still had feelings for her, but I also felt guilty. If I had dealt with things differently, many things would certainly not have happened the way they did. It was my fault and... I just wanted to make amends somehow. Carla will always be a part of my life somehow. Just because of Emily. But I don't love her anymore.”

Beau's words gave Y/N some hope. Because if she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she already had feelings for Beau. And how could she not? He was really attractive and had a good heart. His jokes might not have been the best, but he had many other good qualities. But could he also develop feelings for her?

“And what about Jenny?”

Even if Beau no longer loved Carla, there were still other women in Helena. Women who would somehow suit him better than Y/N. Women who were prettier and tougher. Y/N was just normal.

“Jenny?” Beau asked, but then he suddenly realized what Y/N was all about. “Ok, I can't deny that there was something between us. Over time we grew to like each other and sought our company. But we quickly realized that it was more because we felt alone. We work well together and we're just friends.”

Y/N looked Beau in the eye and realized he was being honest. That calmed her down a bit and maybe she still had a chance with the tall, handsome Texan.

“Also, I've never asked her out on a real 'real' date.” Beau grinned. Y/N snorted with a small laugh and shook her head. “C'mon. We should start preparing for the film.”

Beau opened the door to the truck bed, got on and then helped Y/N up to him. When she was standing on the loading area, the two were suddenly very close and a pleasant shiver ran through her. Beau cleared his throat and then let go of Y/N to turn to the two boxes in front of them. Beau had stowed seat cushions and blankets in it, which he spread out.

“I didn't even know we had a drive-in theater here.” Y/N said while she helped him.

“Which is probably because it only recently opened. After the whole thing with Sunny Day Excursions, people here needed something new for the summer. Preferably without murder.” said Beau after he finished the seating area.

“Makes sense. And what movie are we going to see?”

Y/N made herself comfortable under the blankets. Beau joined her after buying drinks and popcorn from a clerk. He put everything in front of them and sat down next to her under the covers. Now that the sun had gone down, it was getting pretty chilly.

“I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's 'Out of Africa'. I haven't seen the movie yet.”

“A romance film?” The man next to her only shrugged slightly. “But you do know it goes over three hours, right?”

“Yeah.” Beau replied, looking deep into Y/N's eyes with a slight smile. “Yeah, that I know.”

Y/N's heart started racing and she had a hard time turning to face the screen as the film started. But somehow she was sure that this evening would be completely different than she had thought.

#smellingofpoetry400celebration #beauarlenxreader #fanfiction #big sky

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Villains - Part 2

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Ellis: The baguettes here are delicious. I bought some the other day and ate them all before I knew it.

Ellis: Victor missed out on it and sulked for a while.

Kate: Hehe, I'm looking forward to eating it. Which jam do you recommend?

Ellis: The most popular here is marmalade, but I often buy cranberry.

Ellis: But if you don't want it, you can pick whatever you want.

Kate: Don't worry, I love them both!

Ellis: Then let's buy them both.

Kate: What!?

We bought baguettes, jam, honey, ham, pickles, and many other things.

(He keeps on recommending places to eat.)

(We're still prepping for the picnic, but I'm already having fun.)

Kate: I live here in London, but I have no idea this kind of restaurant exists.

Ellis: Finding good restaurants is my hobby.

Kate: Is it because you want to introduce them to people like this?

Ellis: Why do you think so?

Kate: It's just something I see when I talk to people in town.

People were giving me looks for being in a wheelchair, but they were surprisingly tolerant because they knew Ellis for his kindness.

Mechanic: You're making that stuff again, Ellis. Maybe you can help us at our factory again if you have the time.

Ellis: Sure. Jude said I can take next Tuesday off.

Shop clerk: Ellis! Perfect timing. Can you hold that for a second?

Ellis: Like this? This dress is the one Ted bought last time. Do you think it's going to sell?

Shop clerk: Of course! We're actually doing great after you introduce some great buyers.

Shop clerk: Oh yeah, are you still working for that shady Yakuza company?

Ellis: I'll stay with Jude until I fulfill my promise.

Fruit vendor: Are you hurt, Miss?

Kate: Um, yes. I twisted my ankle a little.

Fruit vendor: You're still a good boy, Ellis. Here, take this apple and go.

Ellis: Thanks. By the way, the meds you said you wanted are available at Bates' pharmacy.

Fruit vendor: You remembered? I'm glad. I'll give you this as a bonus.

(Ellis is so dedicated to everyone, not just to me.)

No wonder the people of the city love him like this.

Ellis: You're smiling. What's wrong?

Kate: Looking at you makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

Ellis: Hm? I don't get it, but you look cute.

(Cute?)

Ellis: We've already got the basket full, so it's time to go.

(Maybe the secret to being loved is being able to say these things easily.)

Carrying the basket full of things we bought and received, we unfolded the sheet as we arrived at the beautiful flower garden.

Kate: Yum! I swear, these baguettes are so good!

Ellis: I'm glad. I recommend toasting it with lots of butter.

Kate: Let's leave some and take it home. I want to do that tomorrow morning.

Ellis: Fufu, okay. I'll peel the apples. Just give me a minute.

I found myself smiling, seeing him act like a true lover. It was thanks to him I felt happy since this morning.

(I never thought I could spend my time so peacefully when I sprained my ankle.)

Kate: Haaa, I'm so happy.

Ellis: Really? I'm glad.

Ellis: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Hmm, what is it?

Ellis: How happy are you right now?

Kate: Hm, let's see. This may be the happiest I've been in months.

Ellis: I see.

He whispered as he dexterously peeled the apples with a black-bladed knife.

Ellis: I guess it's hard to make someone feel like they're the happiest person in their life on the first date.

Kate: Is that what you were going for...?

Ellis: Yeah. Here's your apple.

He offered a neatly peeled and bite-size apple.

(Ugh. Does he want to feed it to me? This is embarrassing.)

With that thought in mind, I meekly opened my mouth to play along.

(He's really dedicated to doing this much for my first job.)

(How can he be so kind to others' happiness?)

Ellis: Have you ever been so happy that you wish time would stop?

Kate: Time would stop?

Ellis: Yes. Feeling that the moment is so perfect that you don’t need the future anymore.

Kate: I don’t think so.

Ellis: I see. I’m glad.

Kate: You’re glad?

Ellis: Because if you haven’t felt it yet, I can make you feel the happiest you’ll ever be someday.

(I’ve never heard anyone say something so sweet before.)

(Wait, why am I getting serious? I’ve got to get in on the act since we’re acting as lovers!)

Kate: Then I’ll make you the happiest guy in the world!

Ellis: Me?

Kate: I’m your lover, so I just can’t let you take all the credit for our happiness.

Kate: What makes you happy?

Ellis: I...

Ellis: I can’t think of any.

(He’s always thinking about other people’s happiness, yet he doesn’t seem to have any attachment to his own.)

The slight difference in his personality was both strange and unique.

Kate: Then let’s find your happy moments together.

Ellis: Ah...

Kate: Hm?

Ellis: Maybe when you’re smiling.

(I’ll never be able to compete with him when it comes to pampering a lover.)

I almost took the act seriously and quickly turned my head away.

Kate: Please tell that to your real lover.

Ellis: What do you mean?

Kate: Saying those sweet things.

Ellis: I was just saying what I thought. Besides, you seem kind of happy.

Kate: “.........”

He peeked in, making me blush.

Ellis: “..........”

Ellis blinked his eyes as if something had hit him and gently pushed me down.

Kate: Whoa...wait...Ellis一

Ellis: If you were my real lover, would you be more honestly happy for me?

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: I wish I could be your lover because I feel like I could make you happier.

Ellis: Be my real lover, Kate.

I looked up at him, stunned, as he loomed over me.

Kate: D-Don’t tease me.

Ellis: I’m not teasing you.

(This is the first time we’ve spent time alone together, and now he’s asking me to be his lover?)

(Even if it’s just a pretend game, it’s a little too much.)

Kate: I know you would do a lot to make me happy, but that's the kind of thing you should say to the person you love.

Ellis: I like you, but still, no?

(Is he serious?)

Ellis: I will make you happy.

Ellis: I will live for that reason.

His words, which sounded like an unrequited love, were obviously a lie.

However, his twilight-colored eyes staring at me had an unusual warmth, as if they were telling the truth.

(Something's not right.)

His hands on either side of my face gave me the illusion of being trapped in a cage.

I felt like if I nodded, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere else.

Kate: I-I...

Kate: I need to know more about you before I can respond.

Ellis: I see. Okay.

He gently sat up and helped me up as well.

Ellis: Then, I'm going to teach you a lot about me until you get to know me.

Kate: Sure.

He was still smiling, but the disturbing illusion I had just experienced was twisting around my body like ivy.

The day went on, and the wind grew colder as we talked about other things.

He put me in the wheelchair again, and we returned to the castle.

(He really didn't let me walk most of the day.)

As soon as we stepped into the forest leading to the castle, he abruptly stopped.

Kate: Ellis, is something wrong?

Ellis: There might be a bit of trouble. Geez, I just had a happy day.

Kate: What?

Ellis: If you’re scared, just close your eyes. It’ll all be over soon.

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil ellis #ellis twilight #ikevil #ikevil jp #ikevil translations #cybird

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binaryeclipse · 1 year

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DUde. Drop some rexwalker headcanons 😏

Hell yeah, let's go! Izzy's Rexwalker headcanons!

Anakin was a completely oblivious moron for longer than is reasonable. Everyone else knew about Rex's crush. Ahsoka figured it out within a month. Obi-Wan figured it out almost immediately and he spends less time with Rex than Anakin does.

Rex is aware that Anakin is a moron (and a genius) and at that point he sort of just accepted that he might just be the biggest clown for having this massive crush

It's not that it wasn't mutual pining, Anakin just didn't realize how he felt for a hot year minute

Definitely a battlefield confession of romcom proportions. Anakin took a battle droid head to his head about 5 seconds after and got a concussion

Rex is the big spoon because Anakin didn't think he could be the little spoon and Rex was determined to prove him wrong

I know I'm kinda known for my kinky smut but they give me huge vanilla sweetheart vibes. Spicing it up in the bedroom is doing it doggy style.

Well, except when Anakin is in power-bottom mode.

And when Anakin uses the Force during sex

Okay so maybe they're not 100% vanilla. They were both basically virgins when they got together (because Anakin sticking his dick in Padme a few times didn't prepare him for sex with a man) so they were figuring things out for a long time. They're 70% vanilla.

They switch 😤

I know they basically eat rations but if there was an opportunity they'd definitely be the couple where Anakin eats Rex's pickles for him

Rex is very aware that Anakin thinks it's hot when Rex manhandles him. Anakin is tall and lanky and generally kinda wiley so he's not used to it and most people don't try. Rex just takes it as a challenge that he's going to win

He doesn't always win. Anakin lets him because he's into it.

Honestly getting wrestled to the ground with Anakin's thighs around his head in hand-to-hand combat sparring is Rex's happy place and everyone knows it. And teases him about it.

Anakin tried to help Rex bleach his hair but it turned out orange and now he's not allowed to help

Anakin barely let Rex out of his sight after Umbara for a month. They didn't talk about it for even longer because Rex didn't want to talk and Anakin felt guilty for leaving and didn't want to address it.

They did talk eventually. It was cathartic.

They are very in tune with each other on the battlefield.

Rex is aware Obi-Wan is Anakin's best friend and is not above using him to make sure Anakin takes care of himself better as his Master / Superior Officer but that's only in the direst of circumstances for the most part he and Anakin are thick as thieves

Rex is also not above getting Ahsoka to bully Anakin into doing things and will gang up on him with Ahsoka because Ahsoka is his best friend and sometimes your boyfriend is wrong

Rex sees the best in Anakin, probably to a fault

Rex is one of the few people Anakin trusts implicitly

I'm sure there are more headcanons I have but that's off the top of my head. Thanks for the ask, nonny, it was really fun!

#rexwalker #asks

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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Nothing But Your T-Shirt - also on AO3

Adam comes home to a fascinating, pretty surprise after the grocery store.

Adam has to juggle the groceries in his arms to get a hold of his cell phone. “Hey, baby,” he says. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Matt says. “Just checking in. How’s your week off going?”

“Great,” Adam says. He grunts as he gets the first few bags in the bed of his truck. “Forgot what it was like not to spend most of my weekly hours away from the house.” He adjusts his grip on the bags.

“So, um,” Matt says. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

Adam shrugs, checking his watch. “Dunno. Maybe twenty minutes?” He shuffles around the bags – sometimes the glass moves around when he drives and he doesn’t want to deal with Matt’s pickle jar shattering again. “Why? You want to FaceTime?”

“No,” Matt says, and it’s almost too fast. “I mean, it’s fine.”

“You sure?” Adam throws the last bag into the truck. “I can call while I’m on the way home.”

“I can wait,” Matt says, and there’s something in the back of his tone that makes Adam wonder. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, baby,” Adam says, and he settles into the driver’s seat. “Soon. How about I call you later tonight and we, uh.” He checks to make sure his windows are rolled up. “We talk about that one fantasy of yours.”

Matt giggles. “Yeah, that could work,” he says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Adam makes his way back to his house, humming along to his playlist on shuffle, when he realizes something is just the tiniest bit off on his front porch.

Cautiously, he grabs the bags from the trunk of his truck. He can just barely make it to unlock the door. But he can tell, just from the doorway, that there’s someone else in the house.

“Hello?” he calls. “You wanna fight, go for it. But letting you know I’m a professional wrestler who just drank somebody’s blood for fun, so I don’t like your odds.”

“I like it when you get unhinged.”

Adam drops the bags, forgetting about the stupid pickles and the ice cream, and makes his way to the bedroom. “You little –” But all words leave him as he takes in the sight on his bed.

Matt, in his favorite Dolly Parton shirt, Adam’s glasses. Bare legs. Pink panties. Adam’s most recent read in his hands.

“This isn’t anywhere near as good as Devil in the White City,” Matt says, not even looking up as he flips a page. He pushes the glasses up his nose and Adam is already rock hard, ready to go. “Though, it’s hard to compete with a masterpiece.”

“Baby, what – what the fuck are you doing here?” He wants to touch. He wants to devour. He wants to claim. “You said you were busy!”

Matt finally looks up at him, smirk unbearable. “I was,” he says. “Busy getting a flight out here to surprise you.”

Adam dives on top of Matt, slapping the book to the side of the bed. He doesn’t even care if he loses his place; nothing is a priority over a surprise Matt. He stretches out on top of Matt’s body, kissing him deep and filthy and demanding. “When did you get here?” he asks, pressing kisses along Matt’s neck.

“About two hours ago,” Matt says, arching up to keep his body aligned with Adam’s. “I know you always go grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons.”

“God damn it – Matt, you’re perfect,” Adam growls. He’s got a hand gripped on Matt’s bare thigh, ready to rip those panties, when Matt freezes.

“I’m not,” Matt says, voice tiny.

Adam pulls back. “What?”

“I’m not perfect,” Matt says, and he shuffles up to sit against the headboard. “That’s – that’s why I did this. To apologize.”

“Apo – for what?” Adam asks. He sits on the bed. The pink looks so goddamned good against Matt’s bare skin. “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.”

“The night after Full Gear was a lot,” he says, shrugging. “It’s – I want to do something nice for you,” Matt says, and Adam can barely focus on his words as his legs stretch out on Adam’s bed, as his arms and chest fill out Adam’s favorite shirt, as the hem of that shirt skims the top of the pink panties. “You put up with me last week when I was awful.”

Adam snaps back into it. “Hey, whoa. You were not awful.”

Matt shrugs, not meeting Adam’s eyes. “I was horrible after a match, and then you had to deal with me when I was crying for hours.”

“Yes,” Adam says. He sits on the bed next to Matt, forcing himself not to touch, not yet. “Because I love you. That’s part of all of it.”

Matt tangles his fingers together and looks at Adam through his own glasses. Matt’s eyes are a little off focus because of the prescription, but the effect is still hitting Adam directly in his heart. “You love me, but you don’t have to love that part,” Matt says.

“I don’t have to,” Adam says, and his heart is on the outside of him now, looking at him cross eyed with giant brown eyes, “but I do.”

“Are you sure?” Matt asks. “I – I feel like you do so much for me.” His fingers have got to hurt with the way he’s got them in tangled knots, eyes cast down. “And I’m just here. Taking from you.”

“Matt.” There’s got to be something in his tone that gets Matt to focus, because he looks up to meet Adam’s eyes again. “You’re not taking from me. It’s back and forth. And I love every single part of you because it’s you. Not in spite of the fact that it’s you.”

Matt launches at Adam, throwing his legs around Adam’s hips and shoving him down to the bed with the force of his kiss. His hands on either side of Adam’s face are tight, as firm as Adam’s ever felt it and Adam takes a second to kiss him back, sliding his hands up the back of Matt’s shirt.

Of his shirt, technically.

“Hold the fuck up,” Adam says, grabbing a handful of Matt’s ponytail to pull him back far enough to get a look at him. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one going wild on you for wearing my clothes?”

Matt shrugs, pulling at Adam’s hand and smiling, something soft and vulnerable. “You’re being all sweet and you love me even though I’m terrible and the worst.”

“You are not terrible,” Adam says. “I know I call you a dumb slut when we’re fucking all the time, but you’re not dumb or anything, and you’re not terrible.”

Matt shrugs.

Adam sighs and pulls Matt’s head back a little more so he has to lift up off of Adam’s chest. “Fine. If you’re not going to believe me, I’ll just have to prove it.” He sits up, adjusting Matt in his lap as he lets go of Matt’s hair.

“First off,” he says, skimming his hands along the underside of Matt’s shirt. “Look at you right now.”

“Can’t,” Matt says, but he’s finally smiling steady. “The mirror is behind me.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “Oh, that’s what you’re looking for. Okay.” He stands up and throws Matt on the bed. “Hands and knees. Eyes on yourself in the mirror.”

Matt immediately turns all pink, matching the panties and shirt. “O – okay.”

Adam can feel Matt’s eyes following him through the mirror as he walks to the other side of the bed. He swallows – Matt’s wearing panties that aren’t normal, but aren’t a thong. He thinks they might be cheekies or something. Whatever they’re called, they’re incredible. Framing Matt’s perfect ass with neon pink emphasizing the way it swells. “So goddamned gorgeous,” Adam murmurs. He reaches out and traces along the hem. “Look at yourself, baby.”

Matt’s head snaps up and looks at himself. “I am,” he says, voice tiny.

Adam crawls up on the bed behind him. “You knew exactly what would get me,” he says, grabbing a handful of Matt’s ass and almost collapsing with how good the warm lace feels. “Wearing my favorite shirt. Pretty little undies.” He meets Matt’s eyes in the mirror. “You even have my glasses on. Bet you can’t see a damned thing, huh?”

Matt nods. “Your eyes suck.”

“You fucking – god, I love you,” Adam sighs. “C’mere, give them to me.” Matt moves to turn around, but Adam rests a hand on Matt’s back. “Don’t turn around. I want to make sure you can see how beautiful you are.”

Matt nods and takes the glasses off. Adam sets them somewhere on the bedside table indelicately. “There we go,” Adam sighs. “So tell me.” He settles his hands on Matt’s hips. “What gave you the idea, gorgeous? How did you know exactly what I would like?”

“You love this shirt,” Matt says, and his eyes are wide and needy when they meet Adam’s in the mirror. “Last year,” Matt says, “you chose to wear it, right before you confronted Mox, right?”

Adam nods, running his hands up and down Matt’s back. “I remember. You were watching me back then?”

“I always watch you,” Matt says, almost shy as he speaks. “Even when – when we weren’t talking, I was watching. I was thinking about you. Always.” His eyes well a little bit.

“You okay?” Adam asks.

Matt nods, tucking hair behind his ear as a way to try and hide that he’s swiping at tears. “We missed so much time, Adam,” he almost whispers. “I don’t want to miss anything else.”

Adam kisses the small of his back. “Thank you for telling me, that, baby,” he murmurs against Matt’s skin. “Talk to me more. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Matt nods. “Just – I hurt you back then, so much. And when I saw you get hurt, with the concussion, I knew I had to get you back.” He meets Adam’s eyes. “I knew I couldn’t keep going without telling you how much I loved you.”

Adam rewards Matt’s vulnerability with a hand on his back, along his hips. Touching, touching, touching. “And then you stepped to Mox, and – I got scared.” He smiles. “But I knew you could handle yourself. Mox is scary, but you’re better.”

Adam laughs, kissing along the waistband of those goddamned neon pink panties. “Mox really does keep showing up in our bedroom, doesn’t he?”

“Your fault for being all gay with him for, like, six months,” Matt fires back, and Adam’s a little in love with him all over again. “But I – I remember how much you like me in the panties, and how much you like the shirt. I had an idea maybe you’d like how I’d look all in your clothes.” He flutters his eyelashes. “In your bed. Reading your book.” He exhales, and it’s taking all of Adam’s restraint not to take him right there. “When you got home.”

“See?” Adam says. He grabs Matt’s hips and hauls him back into his lap where he’s kneeling. Matt grinds against his dick. “You think I do stuff for you only, but you went out of your way to fly across the country to surprise me.” He slides his hands up Matt’s stomach to grab at his pecs, tweak his nipples. “And you think there’s parts of you I don’t have to love?” He leans in and kisses at Matt’s neck, grinning at the way Matt squirms. “I don’t have a choice, baby. All of you has got all of me. No turning back.”

Matt whines, swiveling his hips. “Adam,” he gasps. “Adam, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Adam murmurs, sucking a bruise into the back of Matt’s neck. Same spot Mox had a while back. “You know I want to give it to you. As long as I get to see you.”

“Want – inside me,” Matt says. “Want you to…” He trails off and meets Adam’s eyes in the mirror.

“Say it, pretty baby,” Adam says, sliding his hand up to circle Matt’s neck. “I wanna hear it.”

“Please fuck me,” Matt pleads. “I – Adam, I’ve been waiting so long, and it’s all –”

“Of course,” Adam says, “but I’m keeping you in my shirt. Want you to see all the ways you belong to me.”

“Jesus – Adam, you can’t just say things like that,” Matt pants.

“Why not?” Adam asks, and he guides Matt gently back to his hands and knees, kneading his ass. “Why can’t I tell you that you’re mine, every last part of you.” He leans down, grabbing at the panties with his teeth, snapping the elastic enough for Matt to yelp. He shoves Matt’s thighs apart and slides under Matt. With a grin, he licks up his hard cock through the lace. “Why can’t I get you worked up and begging so you sound as pretty as you look?”

“I – okay, you can,” Matt says, grinding his cock against Adam’s face. “But I don’t want to wait.”

“Okay then.” Adam slides out from under Matt and grabs the panties, ripping them off. Matt yelps again, eyes lit up and giddy in the mirror. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He spreads Matt’s cheeks. “God, what a pretty little hole. And all mine.”

Matt whines. “Yes, all yours,” he promises. “Any – anything you want, I swear.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “How about we start with me fucking you so good you forget your name?”

Matt turns around and nods.

“Turn around, baby, keep looking at yourself,” Adam says. He slides his hands between Matt’s legs to stroke at his dick, grinning at the way Matt’s mouth falls open. “See? So goddamned pretty.”

He leans back to brush his glasses out of the way so he can grab the bottle of lube that’s made its home on top of his table and spreads some on his fingers. “You want it slow?”

Matt shakes his head. “Use me,” he pleads. “Like – like I’m all yours. Like you can do anything you want and I’ll like it.”

Adam traces a finger around his hole and slowly pushes it in. “Could I do anything and you’d like it?” He pumps his finger a few times, grinning as Matt’s eyes threaten to flutter closed before he forces them open again. “Good boy.”

Matt hums. “Anything,” he says, and it sounds like a promise. “I’m yours.”

Adam speeds up, because Matt wants more, he knows it, and when he’s two fingers deep Matt’s doing most of the work.

“Okay, now,” Matt says. “I don’t – I’m good now. I can take you.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks, adjusting on his knees. He pulls Matt’s ass level with his dick. “You sure?”

“I trust you,” Matt says. “I know – anything, remember?”

Adam pushes into Matt, and he’s finally home. “There we go,” he says, sliding his thumbs along the creases where Matt’s ass meets his thighs. “God, you’re always so good for me, baby. So, so good.”

Matt nods, meeting Adam’s eyes in the mirror. “Always,” he promises, “always for you.”

“I noticed you didn’t say the always good part,” Adam chuckles, fucking Matt slowly. “That’s fair. You know yourself well.”

“I’ll be good for you,” Matt says, meeting Adam at every thrust. “Just – not always.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “What are you thinking?”

“You – oh – you know,” Matt says, grinning. “Maybe mess with the BCC again. Piss off Mox.”

“Always with Mox,” Adam mutters, fucking into Matt a little harder. “It’s like you want him to kick your ass.”

“I was thinking something different with my ass,” Matt muses.

Adam chuckles, spreading Matt’s cheeks so he can see himself plunge in and pull out of Matt’s body. “Yeah? You want him to fuck you again?”

“You know what I want,” Matt pants. “Can – can I touch myself?”

“No, baby, I got you,” Adam murmurs. He reaches around and gets a hand on Matt’s dick. “You close? Talking about Mox getting you hot and bothered?”

“More than just Mox,” Matt says, rocking between Adam’s dick and hand, starting to feel a little desperate.

Adam chuckles. “You want the BCC to run a train on you, don’t you,” he murmurs.

“Mostly Yuta,” Matt says. “He’s being a dick and it’s attractive.” He whines. “He wore glasses last night on Rampage, did you see?”

“I did,” Adam laughs. “He looked real cute, didn’t he.”

Matt nods frantically. “Maybe we could pull Eddie in, too. I know he and Yuta are a thing.”

Adam laughs. “Slow it down, baby. So eager today.”

Matt nods. “Okay. Um, I – Adam, can I?”

“Can you what?” Adam asks. He’s secretly glad Matt’s asking, though. He’s close and isn’t sure he can hold out much longer. “Ask me, baby, and you can have whatever you want.”

“I wanna come,” Matt begs. “Please, Adam, I – please.”

“Whatever you want,” Adam says, picking up the pace of his hips and hand. “I promise. If I can give it to you, you can have it.”

Matt comes with a cry all over Adam’s favorite blanket, clenching around his dick like a vice. “Adam,” he cries.

“Yeah, baby, I know,” he says. He drives into Matt with intention, with a purpose. “God, I’m gonna – baby, fuck.”

“Come in me,” Matt gasps. “Make me feel you for days.”

That does it. With a groan and a gasp of Matt’s name, he comes with his hips pressed against Matt’s ass. Matt’s slumped onto the bed, face down ass up, and Adam has to laugh.

“So good,” Adam says as he breathes. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

“For you,” Matt murmurs. “You’re not mad I’m not looking at myself, right?”

Adam laughs. “No, you’re good.” He rolls to the side. “Come here, baby.”

Matt crawls over and drops on top of Adam. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Adam turns his head to kiss the side of Matt’s. “How’d you think your experiment go?”

“My experiment?” Matt asks. “You turned it all different by making me, like,” he shivers. “You made me watch myself.”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Adam laughs.

Matt nodded. “I – I didn’t know I looked like that.” He snuggles into Adam. Adam plays with the hem of his shirt. “And here I was, thinking I was going to do a surprise and clothes related experiment for you for when you got home from grocery shopping.”

“Goddamnit,” Adam sighs, ducking his head into Matt’s shoulder.

“What?” Matt asks. “Are you mad you ripped the panties? I can get more.”

“Not mad about that,” Adam says. He lifts himself onto the elbows. “I got ice cream, and now it’s gotta be melted.”

Matt shrugs, stretching out under Adam, looking pretty as ever. “Oh no,” he yawns. “Now you’ll have to go out and get dairy free ice cream that I can eat. How awful.”

“So self-centered,” Adam chuckles. “And I love it.” He leans down and kisses Matt gently. “And I already have your dairy free ice cream from before. Obviously.”

Matt smiles up at him. “You do?”

Adam nods, and it’s impossible to hold back what comes next. “What, uh,” he shifts so he can really get a good look at Matt. “What would you say to staying here a little more permanently?”

Matt scans Adam’s face. “Wait, are you serious?”

Adam nods. “You got that whole dresser full of stuff.” He kisses Matt’s forehead. “Got eight hundred pairs of sneakers here already.” He kisses the tip of Matt’s nose, fighting the urge to plead. “The freezer has, like, five of your half-finished ice creams in it.”

“You want me to move in with you?” Matt asks.

Adam nods. “I do.”

“You really do love all of me, don’t you?” Matt says, eyes wide. “You really want to keep me.”

“Have for a long time, baby,” Adam says. “You can think about it, if you want. I don’t want you to feel –”

“Yes,” Matt says. “I – yes. I mean, if you’re okay with it, I’ll still keep the place in California. For when we’re up there?” Adam nods to him. “But, um. This will be. This will be home.” His eyes well up, deep brown pools. “Oh, no. Now I’m crying again.”

“Twice in one night?” Adam laughs. “Must be a record for Matt happy tears.” He leans down and kisses Matt again, gathering him in his arms. “And all I’ve got to do make a grand romantic gesture.”

Matt curls into Adam’s chest, yawning. “I love a grand romantic gesture,” he mumbles, body relaxing against Adam’s, “but I like it when it’s just us, too.”

And like that, Adam knows how he’s going to ask.

Mini Playlist: T-Shirt - Shontelle Good For You - Selena Gomez Moon - The Cab Revelations - Kim Petras

#HangMatt #The Matt Experiments #This is so fluffy and schmoopy after last story's angstfest #They're in looooooooove and they're stupid about ittttttttt #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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moxxis-bar · 2 years

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Moxxi with a Shy (S/O) Headcanons

Minors + ageless blogs DNI. This is not smut, but my blog is 18+.

My first Tumblr post! I gotta start it off with Moxxi, of course! So here’s Moxxi with a shy (s/o). A very special thank you to my friend for beta reading this <3

Gender-neutral reader. “They” was used as the reader’s pronoun once. “Pretty” was used once.

Small spoiler for Borderlands 1. Small mentions of Borderlands 2 storyline.

Moxxi is super comfortable in your relationship from the start, and her flirty remarks and sweet words never seem to let up. One might think that it's just her being her normal self, and that’s partially true, but she also does it because she thinks you’re too cute when you’re flustered!

She spends a lot of time managing her various bars, so she worries that you might feel lonely while she’s working, but she does what she wants and takes a break from work to spend time with you every now and then.

Moxxi always welcomes it when you drop in to see her and pays a little extra attention to you since it might be a minute until she can see you again. If you’ve got a bit of free time in between whatever you need to do, you could always volunteer to help her out at the bar.

“Well, sugar, I wouldn’t mind the extra pair of hands, and with a pretty face like yours working behind the counter, I’m bound to get some extra tips~”

She knows you’re not really one for dealing with the talking parts of her job, so she’s very insistent on you only doing the parts of the job that you feel comfortable with. She’ll teach you how to prepare the more popular drinks she serves while she manages the patrons. She’s always respectful of your limits and thanks you when you decide to call it for the day, promising to return the favor later with a wink.

Moxxi is very affectionate and she’ll use that to her advantage if you let her. Kisses from her are far from rare, but she’ll always cup your face and kiss your lips as a goodbye. She’s used to taking the initiative with kisses, but she’s always pleasantly surprised if you give her one.

“My, my, when did you get so bold?”

Moxxi wants you to be able to handle yourself in social situations, but in the event that you just can’t bring yourself to talk for some reason, she’ll talk for you if that’s what you want. She’s very much an “Excuse me, they asked for no pickles” type of girlfriend.

She thinks your shy nature is super sweet and gets protective over you if someone tries to take advantage of that. She HAS kicked someone’s ass over you and she WILL do it again. Handsome Jack would shit-talk you because the asshole knew you wouldn’t do anything about it and Moxxi was FUMING. She knew there was nothing she could do about it but bide her time until the Crimson Raiders were able to do something. She was still pissed about her underdome and this definitely wasn’t doing Jack any favors.

Honestly, this extends to her kids as well. It took Scooter a bit to warm up to you, but Ellie was content knowing that her mom was with someone who cared about her and treated her well. They weren’t too pleased with Jack’s sarcastic insults about you either, both telling the Crimson Raiders to run him over with a Technical or feed him to some skags.

Moxxi enjoys going out and will want to take you to different places for dates (even though there are only so many “nice” places you can go to on Pandora). She doesn’t mind occasionally having a night in every once in a while. Besides, she’s got plenty of ideas about what you can do while you’re alone together~

#borderlands #borderlands x reader #mad moxxi #borderlands moxxi #moxxi #moxxi x reader

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gfguren · 3 months

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amber!!! am dropping by to wish you a weekend that is full of light and love 🥹🫧💗

i am back w my curious sel glassies 🤓 (pls feel free not to answer if uncomfy) — what’s a habit you’re most proud of? what habit of katsuki’s is one you admire?

sellie!!! light and love, pls you're sooooo sweet!! 💕 and omg pls my good habits are so few and far between aksjdhfjh! but! i guess im pretty decent at picking up after myself?? i don't let things pile up, like? i finish eating - immediately put the plate in the sink, i take a book out - put it right back where i found it when im done, those kinds of things?

but with bakugou!!

ah! this is such a fun question, i think about mundane things like this for him all the time. i feel like bakugou has such good habits, king of going to sleep on time, king of sticking to his routines, king of having his shit together - i think it just comes naturally to him and honestly, i'm terribly jealous lol.

i've said he could fix me before as a joke but askjdfhs i'm lowkey highkey serious abt it - i feel like his habits would rub off on you just from being around him.

you forget to eat? good luck with that when he's being noisy as shit in the kitchen - morning, noon and night, makes better food than some 5 star restaurants - at some point, you're stomach starts growling at the sound of pots and plans clinking, almost on command, like you've been conditioned. you struggle with keeping a schedule? good thing he has a great memory and absolutely no qualms about nagging you six ways to sunday.

oh, you're a night owl? not anymore, suddenly you're awake at 6am on a saturday, of your own volition - you're not sure how it happened, when the switch flipped and you began lazily dragging yourself out of bed along side him. maybe it was when you grew familiar with the katsuki shaped warmth beneath your comforter, followed after it when he shuffled out of bed each morning to steam up the bathroom mirror - sometimes he lets you join him, most times you sit on the counter and listen to him grumble about all the things he has to do that day.

or maybe it was because he'd made it a point to kiss you goodbye whenever you bothered to wake up on time, eventually the rest of your day began feeling wrong if he didn't - like it became a habit itself. more than likely though, it's because that's just the way bakugou is, hot temper and can-do attitude so incredibly frustrating at times, but also oddly invigorating. when he says he'll do something, he does it - makes you think it really is just that easy. (it isn't of course) as much as he tries to convince you that it is - but it does make you want to try.

and as for the habit i most admire! i think one of his most admirable habits (to me!) is how well prepared he is. bakugou is always thinking ahead, prepared for anything, always and (as good as he is at coming up with solutions on the fly) i feel like he would never leave the house unprepared or ill-equipped. of course this applies to his work life - lays his costume and equipment out before bed, eats a healthy breakfast each morning so it doesn't affect his performance on patrol, etc.

but it also translates to his home life and relationships. like? you're on your way to spend a night out with him, and you already know he's headed for the closet, off to grab a coat for himself (and for you), even if it's mid summer, even if the weather is fine - because what if it gets cold, and what if the car breaks down, and what if both of your phones stop working - and you laugh at him sometimes, because it does feel a bit ridiculous, his overthinking, his over-planning, how he makes sure you leave 30 minutes early, and triple checks the locks before you leave for real.

but sometimes, you do find yourself in a pickle, and you're so thankful for him being the way that he is.

you nick yourself on something while the two of you are out, and before you have a chance to react, he's slipping a band-aid from his jacket pocket, shuffling it into your hands, grumbling something about it being a coincidence when you shoot him a big, heart-eyed look - little do you know, it's not a coincidence at all, that he'd been sure to grab a handful of them each time the two of you left the house since that time, months ago, when you cut yourself on something you can't even recall, don't seem to remember, but he does.

that's just the way he is, takes note when something goes awry, and plans accordingly so it doesn't happen again. you're a bit clumsy with your hands? he's ordering extra straws and napkins when you eat out. you blistered your feet last time you wore 'those' heels? he's stuffing a pair of your trainers in the trunk the next time, and every time after you decide to wear them. it's just so sweet and thoughtful! even if it basically becomes muscle memory at some point! idk idk it just makes me feel really full thinking about it!!!

askjdhfsjfh anyway! ty for giving me an excuse to gush abt him sel!!!! i hope your week is absolutely lovely and filled with more writing inspiration than you know what to do with!! 💓💕❤

#omg omg sorry this took so long to respond to!#i was super stoked to receive this bc i love analyzing characters but i just!#didnt have the energy at the time :'(#also also i didn't mean for it to be this long i swear!#i blinked and suddenly it was an essay sorry sorry sorry askdjfhskfd #sel~#ask #amber rambles

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nikkeisimmer · 10 months

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The Chikamori Legacy (Excerpt - Chapter 3) "Meeting Samantha and Shigeo"

Getting done with that meant they could do a quick run through the campus to see where their classes were so they knew where to be bright n’early Monday (tomorrow) morning.

When they’d done a run-through of their classroom locations, they headed down to McDonald's which was a good ten minute walk if walked briskly, otherwise it would take at least twenty minutes.

When they arrived they were greeted by their significant others who were seated in chairs, outside, like a pair of morons, shivering.

“What…are you doing?” River made a point of asking, irritated by obvious lack of thought on their partners’ minds, “Do you two idiots want to catch pneumonia?”

“Does it run fast?” Haruo asked, a grin on his face.

“Not funny.” River glared at him. “I don’t want to have to nurse you back to health because you caught a nasty cold thanks to a decision you made.” She pointed at the door of McDonald's Diner, “Inside…both of you!”

Haruo and Torao meekly made their way inside as ordered. Dinner was four McDonald's Big Macs: two burger patties on buns topped with Mc'D's special sauce, lettuce, double layer cheddar cheese, tomatoes and pickles, hold the onions. large fries and a medium Pepsi. None of the group liked onions so they left them off their order. And Haruo and River substituted their medium Pepsi’s for a large chocolate and strawberry, respectively, milkshake.

River swiped a quick sip of her fiancé’s milkshake and said, “Hmmm, I should order the chocolate shake the next time around.”

“Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it…”

McDonald's was considered a cross between fast-food and a sit-down restaurant. Food was done up quickly (within 15 minutes of one’s order) and brought out to the table or one could do a take-out order and it would be done in less than ten. Either way McDonald's was busy from open to close. And all things considered, it was cheap, thus it was a popular hangout for a college town and there were plenty of customers as well as no shortage of employees eager to make some extra spending cash during the semester or for the poorer folk, their rent money over the course of the school year.

The food was good and it was cheap which meant that Haruo wasn’t going to break the bank too much to keep River and him fed over the next four years of study at this institution of higher learning. Between the occasional eating out and mostly cooking at home, they would be alright.

At least he would be able to enjoy the next four years. Study was crucial if he was going into the agricultural sciences, which meant he would need to do better in school with science classes. Maybe he should take a remedial science class so as to make sure he was up to snuff when it came to tackling first year agricultural science classes.

Well he would look into that over the next few days and talk with a student advisor in order to determine what his best course of action was going to be.

When the four were done, Torao said, “I have to get my first few correspondence lessons done. If I do two a week, I should be able to get all 24 lessons completed in three months.” Torao, instead of spending his last six months in high-school had decided to take correspondence courses to finish off the remainder of his school curriculum so that he could be with Bebe.

“That’s a pretty good objective deadline.” Bebe told him, patting his arm.

“The faster I would finish this off, the sooner I can get to play.” Torao grinned. “Go hunting or to go fishing.”

“…or spend time with me?” Bebe said pointedly giving Torao a poke in the shoulder.

“Yes, that too…” was Torao’s response as Haruo chuckled softly.

“So what are your plans?” River asked.

“Well, I am going to hunt and fish as a livelihood. Should bring in money even if it is not very much.”

“Better than nothing…” Haruo stated, “…should look into collecting as well.”

#sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 #sims 3 storytelling #sims 3 legacy #The Chikamori Legacy #ts3 gameplay #river and haruo #river mcirish #haruo chikamori #ts3 legacy #ts3 simmer #bebe hart #torao chikamori

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lingshanhermit · 9 months

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Lingshan Hermit: When You Have the Mind to Renounce, You Have Time

Someone called me and said they couldn't find time for spiritual practice, wondering what they should do. I replied: "I have a different perspective. It's not that you lack time; it's that you lack the will to renounce worldly attachments.

If you don't have the Bodhi-mind (awakening mind), you must at least possess the mind to renounce. If you don't even have that, it's best not to claim you are practicing spirituality. Before you start your practice, be sure of this, or else all your efforts might not hold much significance.

The Sakya lineage master, Zhaba Jianzan, once said: "If you're clinging to this life, then you're not a practitioner." Lacking the will to renounce, you'd deem many things more important than the Dharma (Buddhist teachings). Thus, naturally, you'll feel you have no time. If you were to watch 'Prison Break' on your computer, you might not feel tired at all. Even if your butt feels numb, you'd just adjust your position and keep watching. In this respect, we're always diligent because we believe it brings us joy. It's strange. We have time to watch American series, concern ourselves with North Korean missiles, time to get our hair done, time to search for Sichuan pickled vegetables recipes online, yet no time for spiritual practice.

A lack of the will to renounce implies that you believe certain things can bring you happiness, and thus you spend all your time on them. The mind to renounce means you've realized those things you thought could bring happiness, actually can't. (The happiness they offer is precisely what you're trying to avoid, but you might not realize it immediately.) So, you'd stop attempting to base your happiness on them.

The Buddha once said that seeking happiness in these things is like trying to quench your thirst with saltwater. I know many love 'Prison Break'. If one day you couldn't watch 'Prison Break 4' online, you'd feel very upset. If it buffers constantly, you'd get frustrated. If the series goes downhill, it still brings pain. Some find temporary relief in constantly buying clothes, and others seek security in accumulating wealth. When they do this, it's like drinking saltwater, growing thirstier, and falling into a vicious cycle.

Having the mind to renounce doesn't mean you should do nothing. You can still act, but without unrealistic expectations. Knowing you can't find lasting happiness in such actions, you stop trying. This reduces the chances of disappointment. A person with the will to renounce can still drink tea or work, but they do so without expectations. We, on the other hand, have many expectations when doing such things. We do them thinking they'll make us happy. If you didn't think this way, you wouldn't do them, and you'd have ample time. Currently, most believe money brings happiness, spending almost all their time on it. Yet countless examples prove that external things can't bring enduring joy.

Some might fear that having the will to renounce can result in a lack of motivation. However, in reality, with this mindset, you should be even more motivated. If you were tied to a bomb that would detonate in a minute, would you leisurely watch movies online? You'd do everything to get it off. Those with the will to renounce recognize we each have a metaphorical bomb on us. You don't know if it'll explode in the next second or two minutes later, so you won't feel you have plenty of time. Instead, you'll spend all your time trying to defuse this "bomb." Many of us dance with this bomb attached.

If you had a bomb on you that would explode in a minute, would you say, "I'll play some cards first?" Of course not. You'd prioritize defusing the bomb. What you need to understand is the bomb is already attached, and while you don't know when it'll explode, it definitely will.

Without the will to renounce, you might think many things are more critical than the Dharma. When these things conflict with the Dharma, you might not prioritize the latter. If, while defusing a bomb, you saw a beautiful flower next to you, would you pause to admire it? You only have a minute (or even less).

If you think you have the will to renounce but aren't more motivated, you might need to reevaluate your feelings. Perhaps you're just seeking temporary escape. The mind to renounce provides great motivation, and the Bodhi-mind offers even more.

I've always believed we've invented too many time-wasting distractions. Consequently, we feel like we have no time.

This article was first published on April 6, 2009.

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灵山居士：有出离心你就有时间

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