#more of this I wanna gif but my dog does not want me to finish giffing the rest so

[sturniolo-fall-enthusiast]

Beer Pong

Request: Hiii!! I'm obsessed with your writing, and I wanted to request something for Matt. Could you please write something where they're at a party, and one of his exes is there, and the reader thinks they're kinda close, so bcs of all the alcohol she drank she gets overwhelmed and leaves the party, not wanting to cause a scene? And then Matt is worried cause he can't find her, but then he finds her outside, sitting on a sidewalk all sad? And he comforts her and stuff? Thank you so much!!

"Why do we have to go?" Matt whines.

"It could be fun." Y/N insists as she finishes getting dressed for the party. "Come on. It's good to get out of the house every once in a while."

"Are you kidding me? There's people out there, babe." Matt groans.

"Social interaction is healthy." Y/N says.

"I have social interaction. I have friends, my parents, my brothers, Trevor." Matt lists, Y/N rolling her eyes at the mention of his dog.

"Hey. I love Trev, too, but he doesn't talk." Y/N says.

"Yes, he does. We just don't speak the same language." Matt says.

"Babe..." She gives him a look.

"I have you." Matt cutely grins, hoping it'll make her change her mind. "You're my favorite interaction of every day. We can stay home and talk all night long." He says, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to stand between his legs.

"Hmm." Y/N hums, a soft smile on her face as she strokes his cheeks. "I love you, too, Matty." She gently pecks him on the lips. Matt's hope rises, feeling like his plan worked. "Now get dressed." She lightly pats his cheeks, walking away from him.

Matt groans, flopping down onto the bed.

"Why can't you just go with Chris and Nick? I can stay here?" Matt suggests.

"Cause I like you more." Y/N shrugs.

"I would hope so." Matt remarks making her smile.

"Please, honey. Just this one party. I really wanna go out tonight, have some outside fun. The moment you're overwhelmed, we'll leave. I promise." Y/N says.

"I'm overwhelmed." Matt states.

"Matt... c'mon, Nate will even be there. You can hang out with him. Or me or your brothers, or even some other people you know." Y/N says. "I can meet high school friends."

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" Matt pouts.

"Probably not." Y/N shakes her head.

Matt huffs, giving her puppy dog eyes, but she doesn't give in.

"Fine." Matt groans, sitting up.

"Yay!" Y/N kisses him on the head. "Get dressed. You can't wear that."

"Rude." Matt frowns.

"Love you!" She calls out on her way to the bathroom.

---

The four get to the party, Chris going off to find Nate while Nick goes to get a drink. Matt tightly grabs onto Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers, following her like a lost dog. Y/N guides him through the crowded house, going to the drinks.

She grabs herself a drink and holds one out to Matt.

"Nah." He shakes his head, grabbing a bottle of water. "DD." He tells her. Y/N nods, putting the second drink back and opening hers.

"Come on. See if there's anyone you wanna talk to." Y/N encourages, leading him through the house.

"Matt!" They're stopped by a female voice, both turning to the blonde girl. "Hey." She smiles.

"Oh, hey." Matt kindly smiles. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah." The girl laughs. "Good to see you again."

"You, too." Matt awkwardly smiles. Y/N nudges his arm with hers, getting his attention. "Uh, Y/N, this-- this is Emma. Emma, this is Y/N, my girlfriend."

"Oh, nice to meet you." Emma politely smiles.

"You, too." Y/N gives her a small smile.

"Emma!" Somebody yells.

"Oh. I'll see you guys later." Emma smiles, making her way to the person who called for her.

"So, Emma... like, uh... like ex-girlfriend Emma?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." Matt nods. "See? Another reason we shouldn't go to parties. Exes."

"Matt." Y/N lightly rolls her eyes. "C'mon. Let's go find one of your brothers or Nate."

---

They've been at the party for a few hours and Y/N has had much more to drink, the girl needing Matt's help so she doesn't stumble too much.

Matt is playing a game of beer pong with Chris, the two playing against Nick and Nate. Chris does the drinking no matter what so Matt's still sober to drive.

"You're going down." Nick says.

"Yeah, right." Matt scoffs.

"In your dreams." Chris retorts.

"Okay, okay. Less trash talk, more beer ponging." Y/N says, giggling as she takes another sip of her drink.

Y/N cheers as the younger two triplets win, giving her boyfriend a sweet kiss to the lips. They pull away when the boys start gagging and pretending to vomit, Nick throwing a ping pong ball at them.

"Dude!" Matt exclaims.

"Rematch. Rematch." Nate challenges.

"Yes!" Nick agrees.

"No, I'm done. I will remain victorious." Chris states. "I gotta go take a shit, anyway."

"Dude!" Nick rolls his eyes.

"Chris!" Matt groans.

"TMI!" Y/N calls out, chugging some of her drink.

Chris waves them off as he leaves.

"Y/N?" Nick asks.

"No. I have terrible coordination sober, drunk is much worse." She says.

"Which is why it should be you." Nate says.

"Nice try." Matt tells them.

"Mind if I play?" The four turn to Emma as she walks up.

"Yes!" Nick yells. "Yes! Let's go!"

"All right." Nate rubs his hands together as he gets ready for the next game.

"Yeah, sure." Matt nods. She stands next to him and Matt looks over at Y/N who gives him a small smile.

Y/N watches Emma make small talk with Matt, the two occasionally laughing at something. She's thankful when Nick finally finishes setting the game up.

"Here. You go first." Matt gives the ball to Emma.

"Okay." She mumbles. She throws the ball, getting it into one of the cups, earning groans from Nick and Nate.

"All right!" Matt grins, high fiving her as she grins.

Y/N watches the game continue, her mood dampening with each laugh and high five her boyfriend and his ex share.

The game is soon tied, nobody able to successfully sink a ball yet. Y/N watches as Emma whispers tips to Matt in his ear, nobody able to hear over the music.

Matt throws the ball, it landing in a cup.

"Yes!" Matt high fives the girl.

Y/N weakly smiles and starts to walk off while Nick chugs the beer.

"Wha-- hey, hey." Matt stops his girlfriend by lightly grabbing onto her arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna go get another drink." Y/N says, giving him a smile she hopes he buys.

"Okay." Matt nods after a moment, frowning. "Be careful." She nods, giving him another small smile before making her way off.

Y/N bypasses the drink table, heading straight for the front door. She shuts it behind her, stumbling towards the end of the walkway and sitting down on the sidewalk. She wraps her arms around her legs, taking a deep breath. Despite her best efforts, the tears start to roll down her cheeks, the cool breeze not helping her feel any better.

---

After a few more rounds of beer pong, Matt notices Y/N still hasn't returned. He tries not to worry too much, knowing she probably got caught up in some sort of conversation or dancing to the music that blasts through the house.

After the game ends, Matt calls it quits, starting to search for his girlfriend. He goes to the kitchen first, but finds no sign of her. He makes his way to the living room, going over to Chris when he sees him.

"Hey." Matt yells over the music, tugging on Chris' arm, getting the younger's attention. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"No." Chris shakes his head.

Matt sighs, going to look around. He asks some people if they've seen her, always receiving a no. His anxiety continues to rise the longer he fails to find her, becoming afraid something happened to her. After checking everywhere upstairs and downstairs, he goes to the last resort, going outside.

Matt shuts the door behind him, breathing in the fresh air that doesn't smell like weed or alcohol. He glances over at a couple making out on the porch bench and grimaces a little.

Matt looks around, spotting the familiar figure sitting on the sidewalk. He jogs down the walkway and over to her.

"Hey." Matt greets.

Y/N winces at his voice, trying to subtly wipe her cheeks.

"Baby, you had me worried for a second. Are you okay?" Matt asks, touching her arm. He frowns at her cool skin and quickly sheds his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Sweetheart, you okay?"

"I'm fine." Y/N mumbles, sniffing.

Matt frowns as he sits next to her, observing her wet cheeks. Her mascara is still intact since she chose waterproof.

"Why are you crying?" Matt asks, gently wiping the tears off her cheeks.

"I'm not." She insists.

"Okay, why were you crying?" Matt asks.

"I wasn't." She mumbles.

"Y/N/N..." Matt gives her a look.

Y/N glances at him and sighs.

"Go ask Emma." She mumbles, looking down.

"What?" Matt's face scrunches up in confusion.

"You two seem pretty close. Wouldn't wanna get in the middle of that." Y/N huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, partly out of annoyance and partly to help with the cold.

"Clo-- Emma? Baby, it-- none of that meant anything." Matt says, tucking some hair behind her ear. "It was just beer pong."

"Yeah, but you-- you were high fiving her and she was whispering to you." Y/N sniffles. "You were having fun."

"I have a lot more fun with you." Matt says, rubbing her back. Y/N looks at him.

"Really?" She asks.

"Yes." He nods. "I only want you, sweetheart. She's in the past. I don't like her like that anymore. I love you and only you." Matt promises. "No more beer pong or any other games with exes we run into at parties, I pinky promise." He holds his pinky out.

Y/N weakly smiles, sniffling, and she links her pinky with his.

"Pinky promise." She mumbles, the two kissing their thumbs.

"I told you we shouldn't have come to this party." Matt comments.

"Matty." Y/N whines, giving him a look.

"All right, all right. Too soon." Matt raises his hand in surrender. "Maybe tomorrow." Y/N gives him a look. "Or never." He places a gentle kiss to her lips. "Can we go home now?"

Y/N immediately nods, giving him another kiss.

"Thank God." Matt lets out a large sigh of relief. "Let's get you in the car then I'll go get Chris and Nick. Nate will probably come too."

"And we can cuddle all night? Ooh, and ice cream?" Y/N asks as he helps her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Yep. Whatever you want." Matt promises, knowing she'll probably fall asleep before they even get home.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

[ask-cloverfield]

I dare not be presumptuous and introduce this robot.

But if you must know

A steel body and an electronic brain

Silencing tears and bringing tears to the silent

Jet Jaguar Takes the stage!

#Jet Jaguar #Godzilla #Jet Jaguar anniversary film #more of this I wanna gif but my dog does not want me to finish giffing the rest so #tomorrow problem

[randomperson3736]

Arm day- Batman: wayne family adventures

Paring(s): Batfam x child! Reader, Jason Todd x little sister! Reader, Dick Grayson x little sister! Reader, Tim Drake x little sister! Reader, Damian Wayne x little sister! Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Warning(s): Crying, asshole brothers, sad reader

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Notes: I need some more ideas for this batfam series, so does anyone have any?

It was an exciting day for the little Y/N. Just yesterday, she got a brand new colour pencil set from her father (with the help of Alferd) that she couldn't wait to show off to everyone. The coloured pencils were stored in a large black leather case that was almost as big as her body.

Inside it were hundreds of different shades of every colour her small mind could imagine. She wanted to share her gift with her siblings, so she waited patiently on the Brown sofa in the living room. The large case next to her.

When she saw Damian walking through the halls, she smiled and run (the best that a 4 year old could run) towards her brother. Just as she was about to get to him she tripped but thankfully he caught her just before she could fall.

"Thank you Dami!" She gave him a toothy grin. Damian picked her up into his arms looking at every part of her body to make sure she didn't get hurt from tripping over. After seeing that she wasn't injured, he then smiled softly at her.

"Good morning Y/N. Why were you in a rush this early in the morning?"

She started to wiggle in his arms, so he put her down. She then (thankfully) walked back to the living room and grabbed her pencil case, dragging it along the ground cause it was a little heavy for her own body strength.

"Daddy got new colours for me!" Damain looked down at it with an unamused look "How charming"

"Do you wanna draw?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes.  "I'm busy" he turned to the direction of the gym. "Oh..." Y/N said in a smile voice. Damian looked back at her. She was looking down at the case, her eyes teary up.

Feeling guilty, he cleared his throat. ".... but after I'm finished, I suppose I can entertain you for a short while"

"She looked up at Damian with twinkles in her eyes. "Really? Thank you Dami!"

After what felt like hours, she saw cass pass by with a duffle bag over her shoulder. Y/N walked up behind her and hugged her leg "Hi cass"

Cass bent down and caressed Y/N's cheek in her hand, she squessed them gently, making the young girl giggle. "Hi Y/N"

"Do wanna colour with me?" Y/N asked.

"Awww... sorry Y/N, but I have stuff to do but when I'm finished, I'll draw with you ok?" Cass pulled out her pinky and gave a wame smile to Y/N. "Oh, okay" Y/N pouted but linked her pinky with cass's.

After that Y/N found herself in the kitchen looking for dick. When she saw him, he was eating a bowl of cornflakes. Y/N stood before him, reaching up and tugged at her oldest brothers shirt. Dick stopped his eating and looked down, smiling softly at his little sister. "What's up baby bird?"

"Do u wanna colour with me?" She asked hopefully. "Sorry little bird, I can't draw with you right now. I'm in a bit of a rush but you can ask Jason or Tim. They should be around somewhere" and before Y/N could say anything, Dick drowned the last chunk of his cornflakes down and rushed down hall. Y/N huffed and went back to the sofa.

After a while, Y/N heard the voices of Jason and Tim. She saw them holding duffel bags the same one that cass had. She smiled at them before walking off to ask them to colour with her.

"Morning J, morning Timmy"

"Morning kid!" Jason Pet the top of Y/N's head.

"Good morning Y/N"  Tim smiled down at her. "What's that?" He pointed to the leather case newt ro the sofa. "It's my new colours daddy got for me" she smiled up at them.

"Wow. Cool"

"Can you colour with me?"

"Sorry kid. Me and Timmy here are gonna work out. Maybe late with can" Jason said rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, it's fine" She pouted before walking away to the staircase.

"Do you think we broke a 4 year olds heart?" Tim whispered feeling guilty.

"We probably did Timmy"

~timeskip~

Bruce walked along the halls trying to find atleast one of his kids. But he then stopped in his tracks when he heard crying? He looked at the door near his left, it was his youngest room. Why would she be crying?

He opened the door to see his little girl curled up on her bed and tears running down her face. The site in front of him, broke his heart. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

The young girl looked up her father and wiped her face before speaking. "No one wants to colour with me"

Bruce's heart broke more at hearing those words. He had to make her feel better but how? "Hey, why don't we go and get some cookies? Alferd just pulled a new batch out of the oven" He gave a warm smile.

The girls face lit up at that idea."Ok, daddy" she held out her arms signalling that she wanted to be carried, Bruce gladly took his little girl into his arms and the father and daughter made their way down to the kitchen.

~in the cave~

"Sup Damian?" Dick waved at him as he placed his towel to the side. He grabbed the gymnastic rings and turned to Jason. "Light day Jason?" He lifed his legs up and held himself up. "I was just getting warmed up actually"  Jason started doing push ups with one arm. "98...99...100!"

"Pssh, that's nothing" Dick and Jason turned to look at Tim who started doing push ups with his tumbs and pointer fingers.

"You're all pathetic" Damian lifted his body up and did a handstand. "This is what you should be doing"

Jason moved next ro Damian and did the same thing. "Sorry kid your not special"

"How... about this!" Dick did a handstand with one hand using his tumb and pointer finger.

Jason, Tim, Dick and Damian were all doing the same thing together. "First one... to hundred... wins"

Cass looked over at them as she drank water. "Bad idea"

~Later that night~

The four boys were sitting around the table groaning in pain every time they moved. Cass sat perfectly fine, enjoying the meal that Alferd had made.

"Ow. So much ow" Dick threw his head back against his chair. Damian was crouching in his chair. Tim was trying to eat his dinner, with his foot. "Come on, I-I... I can do this" Jason tried tilting the plate with his head. "Can't... reach"

Cass turned to the four boys eating her food with utensils. "Told you guys it was a bad idea" Jason smashed his face into his food. Suddenly, Y/N popped up from the doorway. "Are you guys ready to colour now?"

"S-sorry Y/N... I don't think I can move my arms" Dick slowly turned his head towards her and gave a weary smile.

"But you guys said you would?" she pouted.

"Sorry Y/N" Tim muttered, dropping his spoon in the process. "Dang it" Jason muttered his Sorry through his food. "I can still draw with you Y/N" Cass held Y/N's hand and lead her out of the dinning room. Y/N turned her head towards her brothers and frowned, "You're all imbec- imbeci-...mean!" She huffed her checks out in anger.

The four boys groaned in pain and Damian shrank down in his chair in shame.

#fyp #x reader #x child read #batfam x reader #batfam x child reader #batfam x batsis #Jason todd #jason todd x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #tim drake #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x sister reader #damian wayne #batboys x sister reader #bruce wayne x daughter reader #x daughter reader #batfam x sister reader #batfam

[gatorbites-imagines]

Might be weird to ask but petplay? I just think certain COD men *cough cough* soap *cough cough* would be esp good as dumb puppies y'know?

COD petplay headcanons

Little do you know anon, I enjoy petplay, so this is no weird question at all. And you are so right. Petplay COD be upon ye.

Ill be going on holiday all of next week, so if you guys are fine with shorter replies i can write some on my phone, let me know what you think.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is such a good pup, kind of a brat sometimes but its because he wants your attention. You’ll catch him crawling around with your clothes in his mouth or half crawled under the kitchen table, his lower body still sticking out as he chews on something he shouldn’t be chewing on.

Whines loudly and paws at your leg for attention any time you aren’t paying attention to him. Can’t you see how good he’s being? How tempted his tummy is when he rolls onto his back? Don’t you wanna rub it?

The type to crawl around in a jockstrap, a harness, a collar, a puphood and pup gloves. Don’t forget the plug with a tail attached so he can wag so prettily for you, or so it can wag all over the place when he’s feeling playful.

Sadly, you’ll have to punish the poor pup on the regular, he makes a mess and can’t keep himself from humping your leg or crawling onto the furniture to lick and bite at you. Its not unusual to find him humping pillows in your bedroom, whining for you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Hes more calm than the others, but don’t expect that means he’s less of a troublemaker. Will steal your keys or your clothes and hide them under the bed, or under his dog bed so that you can’t leave. Will chew on your belts and throw your laundry all over the place.

A whiner too, has this warbled pathetic sounding whine he lets out when you tell him to stay still and quiet so you can work, but settles down if hes allowed to wrap around your feet. It always ends up with him chewing or licking your ankles though.

Wears a getup similar to Soap, with the jockstrap, harness, hood and gloves. Likes how it makes him dependent on you as his master to take care of him. Sometimes he just gets home from a mission, puts on his hood, and lays down with his head in your lap to calm down from the day.

Tries to be more sneaky when he’s horny, like subtly grinding into the floor or his dog bed, or sitting down and wiggling in his spot so he can move his plug around inside him. You always catch him though, since he starts that warbly whine when he gets close but can’t finish without you.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The most well-behaved pup, think like a well-trained military dog. Always standing straight on all fours, back straight, head lifted, and chest puffed out. He soaks up any praise you give him with a gruff bark and a small wag.

Doesn’t regularly whine, is more of a barker or growler. He growls the most if there are other pups around that try to get close to you or play with him, as he’s always standing on guard in front of you. You always have to muzzle him around other pups cuz Ghost does nip at times, especially when other pups are acting up and he needs to correct their behavior.

Tends to do play either fully dressed in his military gear, just a tail strapped to his belt and a customized hood with his skull paint. Or fully naked, only wearing maybe a harness, a spikey collar, his hood, his tail, and a cockcage unless you need it off.

If Ghost is in the mood, you’ll invite other pups over (unless you are poly and have multiple partners who are pups) and Ghost will assert himself as the alpha amongst them. This is where you take the cage off him so he can push down the other pups and take them. He will always arch his back for you though, or roll onto his back and spread his legs with a tiny barely audible whine for you.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

A very quiet pup and doesn’t act up much, tends to be more on the chill side. Hes even allowed in the furniture since he wont mess it up like others, and likes to curl up beside you with his head in your lap.

When hes feeling it though, like if you’ve been apart for a while, he might start growing antsy. Crawling around in front of you or sitting right by your feet and letting out tiny barely audible whines. It always ends up with him pawing at your knee and looking at you with the most lethal puppy eyes ever.

Doesn’t wear as much gear at the others, I don’t think he would enjoy the gloves that make his hands unusable, and the hood might feel too restrictive to him. Instead hed just resort to walking on his knuckles, wearing a headband with ears, and maybe wearing a belt with a tail on top of his boxers.

A licker, he doesn’t say much, but you will know he’s truly in the mood when he starts licking you all over. Licking at your hands, your legs, your torso, slobbering all over your pants and crotch until you open your belt and give him what he wants.

Phillip Graves

Another troublemaking pup, a brat. Rips up pillows and gnaws on your belts and wallet. The type you have to play tug of war with for your belt as he growls and yips, wagging his tail and drooling on the floor.

The kinda pup you’ll have to spank and punish in other ways, not out of this world to put him in a cockcage or crate for the night if he’s acted out way too much. He enjoys it very much though, so it’s nothing he hasn’t asked for himself. Graves has probably come up with some of the punishments himself.

Hes fully geared up, hood, gloves, tail and all, except he wouldn’t wear a jockstrap, just fully naked expect for the pup parts. Hes not always wearing a cage as its only for punishment, so you can catch him grinding against stuff sometimes.

The most effective punishment for him is overstimulation, laying him across your lap and jerking him off until he’s whining and writhing and shaking, where after you’ll let him cuddle against your chest after cleaning him up, praising him and giving him good aftercare.

#male reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #cod #call of duty #john soap mactavish imagine #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish headcanon #john soap mactavish x male reader #kyle gaz garrick imagine #kyle gaz garrick headcanon #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley headcanon #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #gary roach sanderson #gary roach sanderson imagine #gary roach sanderson headcanon #gary roach sanderson x male reader #gary roach sanderson x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves imagine #phillip graves headcanon #phillip graves x male reader #phillip graves x reader #cod imagine #cod headcanon

[20-th-centurygirl]

eyebrows

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, sexual jokes but no actual smut

a/n: This is my first fic so please nice 🫶🏻 if you want more fics then lmk 😚

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

"can I pluck your eyebrows?"

"Huh?" Mason tore his gaze away from the random football match he'd put on to look at you, an amused grin appearing on his face.

"They're annoying me. Just let me tidy them up a bit" you said. Truthfully you'd spent most of your evening watching him, as much as you enjoyed watching football, having it on all night wasn't your ideal night. Unlike your boyfriend, you didn't live and breathe the sport.

"No"

You frowned at his nonchalant response. "What do you mean no? I'm gonna make you look nice"

"You mean I don't always look nice?" He cocked one eyebrow up, smirking slightly while reminiscing about the fact that not even an hour ago you were giving him compliments galore about his looks. "No that's not what I mean. You're always beautiful, but they're a abit, I don't know, bushy? Pleaseeee" you pouted and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, knowing full well that he couldn't resist them. "Fine. But if they look bad I'll break up with you"

"Sure you will mount. Who's gonna do your laundry if you do that?" You teased as you crawled off the ridiculously big sofa and running up the stairs as quickly as you could to get what you needed.

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"Right sit up straight please" you said as you made your way over to his lap, straddling him. You shuffled, trying to get comfortable but his hands quickly had an iron grip on your waist. "Stop moving baby" He whispered lowly in your ear. You couldn't hide your amusement, the fact that he could get so turned on so quickly by the smallest thing always boosting your confidence and making you laugh at the same time. "What do you mean love?" You teased back, moving again. "If you make my eyebrows look nice then I'll show you what I mean" He had that cheeky grin on his face that you adored.

"Close your eyes please"

"Why?"

"Cause I don't want you looking at my face that close, might want to break up with me then" you chuckled. "I would never want to do that" He whispered as his eyes fluttered shut, and you couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

You brushed his eyebrows gently before plucking between the middle of his eyebrows. "Ow!"

"Oh mase come on, that part doesn't even hurt" you tried not to laugh, but his reaction was hilarious to you. "Yes it does" He grumbled, pretending to be annoyed at your mocking but you knew from the faint smile on his lips and the tone of his voice that he was joking. You continued tidying up the middle, but not without more flinching and whining from mason about how much it hurt and you laughing at him.

You pressed a kiss the the reddened skin "right, I'm gonna do underneath your eyebrows now so this might hurt abit, okay?" The moment you pulled a hair from under his brow Mason's eyes shot open. "Fucking hell that hurt! What are you doing to me woman?". You both burst out laughing as he hesitantly closed his eyes, clearly anxious about the pain he thought he was going to have to endure.

"Do you want me to stop babe? I can if you want, you don't really need the underneath doing" you said softly, deep down you'd become slightly restless and couldn't get your mind off what he'd promised to do when you were finished. "Yes please" He said sheepishly, a slight red tint apparent on his cheeks. "Don't know how you do this to yourself and don't flinch" he said as you got off his lap and grabbed your phone to show him how he looked in your camera. "Just takes some getting used to love, wanna see how they look?"

You couldn't help but laugh as he checked himself out in your phone camera. " They look good, thanks baby" He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips and he pulled you back down to his lap. You deepened the kiss, before he pulled away to catch his breath. "now, you gonna give me my reward for making you look good?" You teased, rolling your hips as you smirked against his mouth before connecting your lips again. "wanna go upstairs?" He muttered against your lips. "nope, I'm quite happy here". He laughed gently, moving his hands up to caress your back underneath your his t-shirt as you leant in to kiss him again.

First ever fic!!! Please tell me if it was good and if you have any advice feel free to give it me 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#football #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #mason mount #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot

[seeingstarks]

weight of two souls

summary : it's thanksgiving and neither you or phil want to leave each others arms to go and meet the family. does it even happen? pairing : cm punk x afab!reader cw : pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, hip/thigh squeezing, cursing, nose nuzzling, babygirl/good girl & king/queen nicknames, innuendos "sound proof walls" / "taking his scepter" a/n : can you tell how much i've been missing the old man? x) i've been working on this for about a week or so and put my entire heart & soul into it. please reblog!! keep rude comments to yourself. <33 there may be a few spelling/grammar errors. word count : 1,291 words tag list : @harmshake gif credit : @adamjf

once the leaves started to fall your mood did the opposite, haunting month passing by in an instant.

calender flipping to november, the days went by agonizingly slow, this being one of your least favorite months of the season.

thanksgiving was soon approaching and your family always wanted to make it this huge get together. no being anti-social and locking yourself away, wishing you could every year. atleast they allowed you to bring a friend from work, if you could call him that.

the chicago native was more than a friend to you, he stayed up with you through your worst nights, steeping you both fresh cups of tea and/or coffee even if it meant catching up on sleep the next day, as long as he knew you were okay.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he made a best friend with just a simple hello and allowing you to pet his dog, larry. restless nights sharing deep dish pizza and mindy's eventually lead to cuddling, his inked arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

the alarm clock chirping as sun peaked through your blackout curtains, neither of you wanted to get up for the morning - well afternoon.

you were the first to wake up, groggy eyed with phil having his arms snug around your waist, sleeping soundly except for his snoring which could wake up the entire neighborhood. larry decided to seek slumber at the foot of your bed, his head propped up on the chicago native's leg.

managing to shift away from his grasp, you hit the alarm clock with a clenched hand in hopes it would stop the commotion.

"rise and shine sleeping beauty, one hour 'til we meet my family. much as i don't wanna' go.. you promised to tag along for the torture."

phil didn't budge until you deciding to smack him with a pillow, "i'm up! i'm up!" he half-yelled, removing his hands from under the warm covers in an attempt to shield his face.

"a simple g'mornin' kiss would've woken me up too, y'know."

yawning and stretching his arms out, phil took his sweet old time getting ready while you on the other hand began to brush your hair out. bristles making contact with the h/c strands, they untangled after a few more brushes, setting it to the side and entering your closet.

luckily, you prepared your ensemble a night beforehand, slipping out of your clothing from the previous evening and stepping into a pair of black underwear with white polka-dots.

lifting your arms up to put on a shirt, you were met with a firm pair of arms which wrapped around your curvy frame, his lips placing gentle kisses along your neckline.

"mm, phil- could stay like this forever but we gotta' finish getting ready." you informed and looked up into his light brown hues with a playful smile.

"not complaining but i'm more ready than you are- atleast i have pants." shaking your head at the chicago native who indeed had pants on, but no shirt.

you raised an arm up to trace his pepsi tattoo, almost lost in a trance - simply enjoying the moment and his warm embrace as you remained standing still, being held close.

glancing over at your alarm clock, ten minutes seemed to pass by swiftly. spending all day in with your love would usually be no issue, but today you both had plans.

pouting softly and burying your head into the crook of his neck, you debated staying in and bailing on family dinner.

"so cozy.. don't wanna' move." you peeked up at phil, removing your head from his shoulder as he kept his arms securely around your waist, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

tongue darting out between his lips, the chicago native licked them, "i know babygirl... but think of all the cuddles we can get in afterwards. you're my favorite little spoon."

"i better be your only-" before having the chance to finish your sentence, phil captured your lips in a deep kiss one which you returned happily, "you're the only person i want to wake up next to every morning, binge watch horror movies with and much more. i'm so fuckin' lucky to have you in my life, y/n - but we truly should get goin' soon if we don't want to be late." he spoke sincerely although a half-chuckle escaped his lips, a few noticeable smile lines showing.

nodding, you captured his gaze only looking away when blinking - "you mean so much to me, phil. i felt as if there was a missing puzzle piece in my life.. and no matter how hard i tried nothing seemed to fit until you came along. we're the perfect match." placing your forehead against his, the two of you nuzzled noses briefly prior to pulling away from one another.

phil finished getting ready by throwing on his t-shirt which read i'm a collision girl in white letters across the back, tying up his sneakers. you did the same, sporting combat boots and a pair of black pants.

it was a miracle you and phil managed to make it out of the door in time, grabbing your keys and starting the engine up as larry sat buckled in the backseat pampered with dog treats.

"first time i'm officially meeting your family. do they know what to expect?" the chicago native asked, you had told your family about phil countless times.

the fact he was your boyfriend going on six months now and how he treated you perfectly. his queen who could hold a throne all on her own, independent but yearning for a partner. someone to feel safe with - who wouldn't hurt you like past partners. phil was your king - protecting you from harm, trying his best to keep the dark thoughts at bay, you doing the same for him.

"haven't shut up about you ever since we met. if my father heard the words cm punk or phil leave my mouth one more time they may have tried to disown me." you laughed, keeping your eyes on the road.

"ah, well it's a good thing we have sound proof walls - ever since the neighbors complained and when my babygirl gets needy, isn't that right?" you nodded, cheeks a bit flustered as phil placed a hand to your thigh, giving yet another squeeze, while you reached a stop light letting out a whine.

"what's the matter?" phil asked with a smug smirk along his face, causing you to roll your eyes over at him.

"best behavior, daddy-" words betrayed you while squirming under his touch, desperate for more. a loud horn halted you from any obscene thoughts running through your mind, the light turning from red to green as you began to drive again.

the ride wasn't too much longer, a brisk breeze going throughout the car as you cracked the window open for larry, he would let out the occasional bark when stopping by his favorite restaurants, one bakery in particular catching your own eye.

"want to make a quick stop for some sweets?" you asked already entering the parking lot.

"hell yeah, but won't be be late?"

"exactly my point." phil took your suggestion, wishing to spend the rest of the holiday with him only and not your family.

bell dinging as you two entered the bakery hand in hand with fingers linking together, a variety of treats on display behind glass.

"let's get some muffins to go. 'wanna spoil my queen," he leaned closer and whispered against your ear, "while you take my scepter like the good girl you are."

mr. and mrs. best in the world has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?

#cm punk #cm punk x reader #cm punk x female reader #cm punk x afab reader #cm punk x afab!reader #cm punk fluff #wrestling fluff

[milfjuulpod]

Good Girl

Summary: Melissa has a special nickname for you, one that lands the both of you in a bit of trouble. slightly nsfw

A/N: hellooooo sorry this is so short! i’ve been wanting to write for Mel again, but i’ve had such a hard time coming up with something and finishing. if anybody has any ideas/requests, my asks are open!

read part two here!

It all started after the read-a-thon. Once it was over, teachers started to gather congratulating Melissa in the break room. Jacob asked about who got second place, and you let out a confident, “I did,” which was met by Melissa nodding her head at you and calling you, “good girl.”

Then, the two of you were in your classroom shortly after school. Both of you were exhausted from the long Monday, not exchanging many words. “Hon, can you bring me my water?” Melissa asked from one of the tables in your room. You sighed and leaned back in your chair at your desk. “You’re so far Mel, and my feet hurt,” you playfully whined. She gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve seen her do, and you were up from your seat delivering a water bottle. Melissa took it gently from your hand before lowly saying, “good girl.” You rolled your eyes at her and smiled like it didn’t make your stomach drop every single time she said it to you.

After a few more incidents like this, Melissa had a feeling that you liked the little nickname she gave you. Her suspicions were confirmed on the day she slipped up and said your pet name in front of everyone. Melissa sat in her usual spot during lunch, anxiously awaiting for you to come in. Before she knew it, the break room was full and she was still waiting. Just as she pulled out her phone to text you, you waltzed in carrying two bags from the corner store. “Your lunch, Schemmenti,” you said and smiled, setting one of the bags in front of her. “That’s my good girl,” Melissa said to you as you sat beside her. The rest of the room got a bit quieter as the two of you stared at each other. Now, Melissa could really see the blush on your cheeks, the quickness of your breath, the hard swallow when her eyes meet yours.

And in this position, you could finally read Melissa expression. Her eyes were dark and focused, her lips forming a smirk as she realizes you like it just as much as she does. Next to her, Barbara clears her throat, and everybody resumed what they were doing like nothing happened.

That same afternoon, Melissa found her way back to your classroom once the halls had cleared out. “Hey hon,” she said, walking up to the edge of your desk. Before you could reply, she continued. “You wanna tell me what that face was for during lunch?” Unable to come up with a good excuse quickly, you decided to just play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, lunch was fine.” You said, returning to your work. Melissa reached her hand under your chin and forced you to look at her. “I’m talking about when I called you my good girl.”

You squirmed under her, once again unable to come up with a response quickly. “I-Um,” was all you were able to say. “Tell me, do you like it when I call you that?” Melissa asked you, pulling her hand away. She put her hands on your chair’s armrests, now fully in your space. You nodded your head, as cloudy as it was. “Yes, I do,” you responded. The redhead smiled as she leaned in even closer to you, just inches away from your lips.

“That’s my good girl,” Melissa praised you, and finally let her lips touch yours. It was soft at first, full of nerves and care. You felt her tongue work its way between your lips, warm and dominant. As she pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a whine.

“Aw, don’t be sad baby. I’ll meet you at seven for dinner, alright?” Melissa said as she cupped your cheek. Without waiting for a yes, she turned around and left you stunned, alone, in your classroom.

#melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary fics #lisa ann walter #wlw fiction #wlw #reader fic

[kosije]

hi there! if it is possible could you do a piece where the reader (fem) and iwa/akaashi go to a park to walk the reader's dog, where two kids approach the reader while they are sitting on a bench and ask her to play with them. iwa/akaashi has been planning to propose to the reader for a while and on the way back he asks them their opinion on children and the reader replies with something that convinces them that they are the one.

thank you in advance!

ㅤ( ㅤ҉ 🌳 ) puppy love

a/n ★ ׂ first post of 2024! thank you so much anon :) this was fun to write. i tried to see who i wanted to write for more, but i couldn’t! so today i present you a two course meal (^з^) scroll down to read akaashi’s part, but yk i had to put my fav first _(:3 」∠)_

— main masterlist | haikyuu masterlist

c/w ★ ׂ akaashi x fem!reader / iwaizumi x fem,reader, reader has a dog, reader is a physical therapist, reader likes kids, mentions of marriage/proposal, fluff, akaashi’s part does have a make out session (but i did try to make it tasteful)

🌱 choose your character!

player 1 — iwaizumi

you're painted in a golden glow. a star walking beside him as you talk about everything that had happened at work. today was a good day, you say. your patient has had a breakthrough and can now walk without support. her muscle movement is almost fluid and her mood has brightened up tremendously ever since.

your dog seems just as happy as you are. it practically prancing between you and Iwaizumi.

"how was work today? you got off pretty early," you coo, nudging him with your shoulder.

"oh, yeah—" he coughs, suddenly interested in the strap of the bag full of your snacks and dog stuff. "yeah, one of my clients was a no-show so i just closed my availability after i finished."

his stomach does flips, he hates lying. he hates keeping secrets from you, but he can't tell you he's been out looking for engagement rings all day. he hasn't even stepped foot in his gym; he has been planning with his clients to skip today all month.

in reality, while you have been at the hospital, he has been around every jeweler in the area, trying to find the perfect ring for you. he knows what you like. he knows your ring size, your favorite stone, and your favorite metal.

but none of them seemed like the one.

he had come across this hole-in-the-wall shop on his way back. not the cleanest, but not sketchy, but he had no time to look. he had just bookmarked it and drove home.

"that's nice. i'm happy we could do this, we rarely go out on weekdays."

"yeah? been missing me hunny?" he pouts, eyes closed, making mwah noises to you.

you scoff, but mush his face between your hands and plant a big kiss on his lips and he can taste fruit on your lips.

"so so sososososososo much, haji." and you kiss him again on the cheek, then the other, then one last peck on his lips, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

you two walk for a little longer this time with his thump under the waistband of your pants until you reach the benches by the climbing frame.

"wanna rest up?"

you nod to him and plop down together, sighing. you tie the leash to the bench arm, and iwa digs through the bag for the dog bowl and water.

you two cuddle up together. your hands play with the fabric of his shorts, and his arm is stroking your side as you watch children play, people work out with their dogs, and birds fly from tree to tree.

it's peaceful. and it's natural. and he's nervous.

a couple of laughs break him out of his trance, and when he's focused again he sees two kids, a boy and a girl, nervously asking you to play with them.

"we wanna play hide and go seek, but we both wanna hide. and- and- and- my grandma said that we should ask someone to seek for us s-so we don't argue," the girl says, twisting her foot into the dirt as her brother silently plays with your dog.

"yeah?" you look to iwaizumi, and he nods, not in any objection. "where should i count?

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

you play with the kids for about fifteen minutes. running around — tag, hide and go seek, fetch with your dog, and racing with them. he watches you from the bench, laughing with the kids, and something of a flame ignites within him. his heart squeezes and his face warms more and more just at the sight of you. you're so carefree and happy. the kids are giggling and smiling ear to ear as you pretend to run as fast as you can, only to get tagged back and go back to chasing them. your dog is sitting between his legs as he adds ice cubes to his bowl for him to chew on, and he thinks he's never been happier.

it feels as natural as breathing, seeing you with the kids, and he doesn't even try to stop himself or the drumming of butterflies in his chest, daydreaming of you two at the park with kids of your own. you running around with them and playing. him setting the table for you all. him reading them bedtime stories as you kiss their foreheads and tuck them in, leading him back to your guy's room, hand in hand, with a pretty rock on your ring finger.

he watches as the kids light up at the sight of the older woman walking toward you and smiling brightly. it's no trouble, i had fun, he hears you say. she thanks you again and the kids wave bye to you and him before you walk back to the bench. your face is a little flushed and your baby hairs are sticking to your forehead messily.

"tired?"

"not..really..." you huff with your hands on your hips and head facing the sky.

"i can see why their grandma needed a break. It took you 15 minutes to get sweaty," he laughs, a large hand rubbing your hip.

"good thing when that happens with ours, i'll have you with me," you laugh, plopping down on the bench next to him. he's silent for a little while, can tell that you've noticed it when you turn your head to him.

"baby, you're all flushed." you touch his face to examine it, and he grabs it, bringing your palm to his lip.

"it is a good thing that we'll have each other, isn't it," he mumbles, and there's a boyish smile glued to his face.

you give him a funny look and kiss him softly, and he remembers to check that hole-in-the-wall spot tomorrow

"2 kids max though."

"there are only two of us," he agrees.

player 2 — akaashi

he likes how you look when it's cold. likes how you look bundled up and cozy, how you always rub up against his side. you're always so warm, it feels too good, you always say. how could he ever complain though? he may not say much, but he loves it when you're holding him, touching him somewhere innocuous, like you have to have some sort of physical connection with him at all times. call him clingy, but he'll just tell you he's in love.

your dog seems just as calm as you are, walking close between you and Akaashi.

"how was it with your client today?" you ask, playing with the hem of his cuff.

"unremarkable, feels as if it never even happened," he says and mentally slaps himself for being so literal. you're none the wiser to his lie. or the fact he's been looking for engagement rings all day. how many flower shops he's passed looking for your favorites. how many venues he's bookmarked. so instead, he's asking you how it went with your patient.

"pretty good," you say, smiling into your scarf. it belongs to him, but he the way it looks on you more. "making some real breakthroughs. she'll be running in no time."

"that's good, 'm proud of you both. this means you'll be spending more time at home?"

"just a little. she asks if we do more intensive workouts now—push her to her limits. feels like the home stretch, though."

"can't wait till the discharge, we should celebrate over dinner."

"my favorite?"

he laughs at the way your puppy dog eyes peer up at him. "of course."

and you do a little happy dance, bend down to tell your dog the great, and he's happy. his heart is hung heavy in his chest for you, but it feels as light as a cloud. and despite the sting in his cheeks, he can't stop smiling.

you guys reach a bench by a pond and sit together. you let your dog play in the grass in front of you two as he pulls a book from his satchel and wipes his glasses before putting them back on his face.

"will you read to me?"

and of course, he says yes, because it makes him so happy to entertain you. you compliment his voice, tell him it makes you calm whenever he speaks, tell him it makes reading feel more intimate, hypnotizing almost. god, if only you knew half the things you do to him.

"excuse me," he stops for a second, and you both turn to see a little boy and girl standing in front of you.

he tells them hello, and the boy asks him to read to them too.

"our- we like books a lot. and we can be very quiet," he whispers that last part. "my grandma says it's okay, she's right- right there." he follows the kid's finger to an older woman, quietly sitting by another bench close by, glancing between the kids and the two of you.

he points to himself, and the two kids with a tilt of his head and she nods, hands settling into her lap.

"can i pet your dog?" the girl asks, and you gush.

"of course, sweetheart!"

"can i sit next to you?" the boy asks him, and he nods, holding the book out away from his body, picking the boy with his free hand and letting him settle against the side of his body and reads.

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

he gets about a chapter deep before the kids fall asleep. the little girl had been settled in your arms just a moment after the boy had asked, as he read.

"your voice is like a lullaby," you muse, nudging his foot with your own.

"or maybe this book is just that boring."

"note even," you whisper through a smile. "you're just a natural."

the kids stir awake moments later, now with their grandma by their sides. she thanks the two of you, tells you how time is catching up with her and she can't do as much for them as she used to.

"it's no problem, ma'am. i can tell that you do so much already."

she thanks you again, cupping your hands as the two kids position themselves next to her, grabbing onto her skirt.

"and might i add, it is so nice seeing a couple so good with kids. tell me, do you have some of your own?"

"no," you laugh, placing your head on his shoulder. "not yet."

and when you wink at the woman, she laughs, putting her fingers up to her lips. "not for long either, i can tell."

and you both giggle at one another as he sits there flushed. not yet. it repeats in his head even as he trails you back to your car. his face is burning. he's not so immature as to be flustered by the thought have having a child with you. but he can't stop the feeling he gets when you say things like that.

not yet.

"earth to keji?"

he jumps slightly, hand sweeping up to cover his mouth.

you look worried. your lips are in a pretty pout and your hand is on his chest. "what's wrong?"

he says nothing, doesn't dare to use his words, and so he kisses you. and it's somewhat feverish and terribly lovesick. his hands are warm on your face, and his glasses are fogging up, but he doesn't care. he is fighting for air in between your moans and he'd be perfectly content with passing out as long as your lips are on his. as long as you are his.

eventually, you guys have to pull back. your lips are plumper and he's sure his area deep shade of pink.

and keji doesn't care about the venue, or date, or anything else, because as long as he can tell you "i do," he knows he'll be the luckiest man on earth.

"i have a different idea as a celebration for when your time with your patient has concluded," he says.

you pout. "so no dinner?" so damn cute.

he kisses your lips one last time before starting the car.

"you'll still get that dinner, hun."

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#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) fluff #iwaizumi hcs #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keiji #iwazumi hajime

[paperweight91]

Reader bought weed with counterfeit money(intentional?) Now they have to work something out with this guy:

Ouuuu….okay this is different!

You stared at your hands as you twisted them in your lap. You had been walking home after leaving your dealers house, when suddenly you had been jumped. Several strong tall men had grabbed you and pulled you into a black van.

The next thing you knew you were being dragged into a basement and told to “Sit, and wait.” Like a dog. It was humiliating. Your mind wandered as sat. Who had done this? More importantly, why were they doing this?

Sooner than you expected, a man larger than the rest entered the room. He has his arms crossed across his chest making his shirt strain against his muscles. In any other situation, you would have been drooling over this man. But now, today? You were trying your best to blend in with the chair you sat on. This man you knew, it was your dealer Ari Levinson.

His gaze was focused on you so intently that you felt like he was looking through you. He licked his teeth as he surveyed your shrinking form. “So sweetheart, you wanna tell me what this is?” He asked as he threw a stack of bills on the floor.

You hesitated. You were pretty sure you knew what it was, but you were also sure the wrong answer could get you killed.

“No answer?” He smirked as he stalked around the chair you sat in holding a bill closer to your face. The counterfeits you’d been using. “How does a sweet little thing like you wind up with a stack like this?”

You were sweating now. And clutching your hands together to stop the shaking.

“You know the first time I thought, ‘this poor girl. She’s been duped by some asshole.’ But that’s not true is it sweetheart?” He finished his circle and stood in front of you. He reached out and tilted your face up to look him in the eye with a single finger under your chin. You closed your eyes not wanting to meet his. Knowing that he already knew the truth of what you had been doing.

He tsked at you and gripped your chin between his forefinger and thumb in a grip strong enough to bruise. “C’mon Sweetheart, you could at least have the decency to look at me when you lie to me.”

You sobbed as you peeled open your eyes. This was it, nowhere to run and no way to hide. “I’m sorry.” Another sob ripped through your chest. “I wasn’t trying to scam you I promise.” You felt your whole body shake as Ari squatted down in front of you. He was now eye level with you and the look he gave you made you feel so small.

“Then why have you been paying me in counterfeits?” It was a simple question. One you should have been able to easily answer. But every time you opened your mouth, the words kept dying before they could leave. You were sure you looked like a fish out of water gasping for breath with the way your mouth kept opening and closing.

“You don’t wanna talk Sweetheart? That’s too bad.” He let go of your face and rose to his full height. “Maybe if you could have told me the truth, we could have worked out an arrangement, but as it is…” He trailed off and surveyed the other men in the room.

Now that you got another look at them you recognized them. They were all part of the same friend group, all dealers: Curtis, Steve, Ari and Ransom. You had bought off all of them at some point or another. You had used your counterfeits with all of them.

A thrill of terror ran down your spine as you realized that these men were here for answers, and revenge. “I had to make the bills.” You squeaked out. All eyes snapped to you in an instant.

“What was that? You had to make them, why?” Ari’s question had turned to concern. The other men still hadn’t spoken just watching you.

“My family, we don’t have anything and my work barely pays enough to keep the rent paid let alone anything else. I normally save the counterfeits for places I don’t have to go back to in case I get caught with them. But they must have got mixed in. I’m really sorry. I swear I never meant to pay any of you with them. I just needed a release from the stress.” By the end of your rant, you were sobbing harder than you had earlier. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you all, I swear. Whatever you need! I’m a quick learner! I-I can help out in so many ways I promise.”

Ari’s face spread into a wide grin. “Look at this boys, she’s so eager to please. I think we can come to an agreement Sweetheart. Something that will keep us all satisfied.”

You heard the low chuckles of the other men in the room. Not quite understanding what was so funny. But the prospect of clearing out your debt to these men was something too good to turn down. “Really? You mean it?” You were looking up at him with your eyes wide and a pout still on your lips.

Ari came towards you again this time stroking your hair with his hands in a soothing motion, “I do Sweetheart, and the best part is, once you’ve paid off your debt, you can quit that pay nothing job of yours and we’ll pay you enough to take care of the whole family.”

This was too good to be true. There was no way they were offering you a job after you had unintentionally scammed them. There had to be a catch. “What is it that you all need me to do?” You were still terrified, but as Ari stroked your hair you began to calm.

You heard Ransom snicker behind you. Clearly they were all in the know, it was just you who couldn’t figure out what was going on. “Ever heard of the term ‘free-use’?”

You scrunched your nose as you looked up at Ari and took in Ransom’s crass words. Ari smirked as he looked down at you. “Tonight all you’ll have to do is open up and say ‘awe’ for me Sweetheart. After that, we call you’re there, however we want you.”

You trembled and looked around at the men. It’s not that they were bad looking. On the contrary they were the best looking men you had ever seen. But this is not how you envisioned earning money, ever. On the other hand, you knew if you refused, the likelihood was you weren’t making it back home. You drew your eyes up Ari’s broad frame until you finally met his, before anyone else could say another word, you dropped from the chair and let your jaw fall open.

Ari groaned as he rushed to reach for the button and fly of his jeans, palming himself through his boxers. “I knew you were a good girl.” He murmured before pulling his cock free and popping the head into your waiting mouth. You brought your hands up to his thighs, not to stop him, but for something to hold on to. He twisted your hair in his grip and began to roughly fuck your face. You relaxed your jaw and clenched your fists in his jeans as your eyes began to water. Ari groaned again as he slid into your throat, holding himself there as your tears flowed freely.

“Ugh you feel like a dream Sweetheart, can’t wait to feel that pussy.” Ari’s pace picked up and you could tell he was getting close. It would be over soon and you could go home. Your hands fell from his thighs as he became ruthless with his pace, drawing closer and closer to his own orgasm. Suddenly he pulled you flush to his pelvis and you felt his cum burst from his cock. You choked and spluttered as he pulled his softening dick from your mouth.

“Alright boys,” Ari said as he tucked himself back in and adjusted his shirt. “Who’s next?”

This….turned into a whole thing…and I’m not mad at it! I hope you enjoy!

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #paperweight drabbles #chris evans #red sea diving resort

[oliwrites]

Best Husband Ever.

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut

summary: you ask loki for something you’ve always wanted, but instead loki says no, but he does have something special planned

warnings: smut 18+!! (minors and pearl clutchers can leave!!!), oral sex (f!receiving), implied piv, established relationship, DOGGIES, really cute stuff tbh

word count: 2.6k

A/N: THIS GIF MAKES ME CACKLE SO HARD

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” You called out for your husband as you padded your feet down the hardwood floors of your shared home. You held your phone in your hand and what displayed on the screen was something that you knew would probably be an immediate no, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

“Yes, my life?” You heard Loki reply from your shared bedroom. You swiftly finished your walk down the hall and leaned into the doorframe entering the room and stared at Loki with a mischievous glint in your eyes that Loki did not miss, “Oh no, what do you want?” Loki added on, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table beside him.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” You lied with a big smile on your face, as you approached your husband who sat gracefully on the bed. Loki obviously did not believe that statement for one second, but still opened his arms, signaling you to crawl on top of him.

You obliged, crawling up the bed and straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, your phone now pressing into his scapula. You placed a kiss on his nose and smiled once again.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” Loki smiled, his hands finding their way to your hips and just resting there. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss on the lips.

As you tried to pull away, Loki’s hand moved from your hip to the back of your neck, keeping you against him. You smiled into the kiss as he did this, obviously showing off his neediness. Loki took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you more fiercely.

The hand that still remained on your hip slipped up underneath the shirt you were wearing, gliding his fingertips across the cool skin that lay beneath the shirt.

The kiss continued along for a little longer until Loki felt a short buzz against the back of his shoulder. Loki pulled away panting, before he remembered that you came in here for something and that something was probably on your phone that laid on his scapula right now.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” Loki smiled, kissing your cheek as your little smirk reappeared on your face.

“Soooo… I was on TikTok today, right? Well, I came across this video with a bunch of cute and funny videos of different dogs and I just looked up different rescue shelters near by, just for fun, of course, and I found this realllyyyy cute Golden Retriever named Sadie,” You explained quickly, finally showing your husband what is up on the screen of your phone right now.

The picture was of a Golden Retriever laying in a sunflower field that was taken by the shelter. Sadie has a dopey yet happy look on her face, but she still looked really thin, you could see her rib cage.

“Darling, I know not if we will even have time to watch over her. I’m sorry, my love, but it’s a no for now,” Loki said solemnly, kissing your nose. He couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt when he saw a look of sadness across your face.

“It’s okay, Lo… I figured I would ask. I just hope Sadie finds a good home that’ll treat her well,” You said with a sad tone in your voice.

**

Around 2 weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t really want to do anything for your birthday besides relax with your husband in bed all day. Tony gave you permission to take off of work for today, since today was a ‘special day’ according to Pepper.

With that said, you decided to sleep in as much as possible, at least, until you woke up with the feeling of intrusion just beneath the blankets that hung low on your hips. You let out a moan of pleasure as the intrusion was, in reality, Loki’s fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out in a raspy morning voice, bucking your hips against his fingers and his face. He swirled his tongue around your clit before coming up from beneath the sheets, stilling his fingers inside of you.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Loki smirked, kissing just below your navel, continuing the movements of his fingers, causing you to moan out and arch your back, “let me give you my gifts for today,” Loki whispered once more before diving beneath the sheets once more, licking and slurping at your dripping core. The sounds he made were lewd, which only turned you on so much more.

His fingers prodded that one spot deep inside you that caused you to let out a guttural moan. Your hand dove beneath the sheets and gripped onto his inky black hair, causing him to groan into your soaked cunt which sent vibrations throughout your body, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Loki! Fuck! M’close! Please!” You screamed out towards the plastered ceilings of your shared bedroom. Loki pounded his fingers into you, humming and sucking against your clit, which caused you to gush all over him.

Your orgasm hit you in waves as chills went up your spine in the most euphoric way possible. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you pulled on Loki’s hair, holding on for dear life, all while Loki worked you through your high.

Once you came down from it, you flipped up the covers, revealing your husband looking up at you with his emerald green eyes, still seated between your thighs. You gave him a crooked smile as he crawled up your bare body.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet,” Loki cooed, giving you a passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock harden and press against you, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, I have more for you,” Loki smiled, shimmying toward the edge of the bed, but you grabbed him just before he could leave you.

“My love, stay… you’re hard,” you pleaded, intertwining your hand with his.

“I know I am, but today is about you, not me,” Loki replied, kissing your knuckles.

“Well… I want you to stay and fuck me. I want to cum with you. If today is about me, then you’ll do anything I want, and this is what I want,” you smirked, pulling him towards you.

“I won’t deny such a request from my beautiful birthday girl,” Loki replied, smirking wickedly before he pounced.

**

You sauntered down the hall and down the stairs, wearing a pair of lace panties and one of Loki’s dress shirts.

You entered the kitchen, observing your husband, who was currently making breakfast. Your favorite breakfast. He was making waffles with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries.

Your eyes moved from the plates he was setting the food up on towards his bare back. The muscles flexed and moved around as he moved the freshly made waffle from the waffle maker to the glass plate.

Your eyes wandered lower as you looked at the black sweatpants he wore that hung low on his hips. You couldn’t deny how fine his ass looked in them.

You sauntered over to him and gave him a slap on the ass, causing him to jump at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed when he felt your arms around his waist as you laid your head on his back.

“I made your favorite breakfast, sit down, my love, I’ll bring it to you,” Loki sighed dreamily, you nodded against his back and walked to the kitchen island, which had bar stools placed right beside it.

Loki brought both of your plates over and you guys ate together. He finished before you, taking his dishes to the sink and leaned against the counter across from the island and just stared at you.

“May I help you, Mr. Laufeyson?” You asked after swallowing the food in your mouth.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife, Mrs. Laufeyson,” Loki replied with a smile, causing you to smile as well.

You continued to eat until your plate was empty, but before you could get up to add your dishes to the sink, Loki took them from your reach and placed them in the sink as well.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to get you anything for your birthday, but…” Loki started.

“Loki, are you kidding me?” You asked, crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“But, darling, I think you’ll really enjoy what I got you for your birthday. I promise it’s only one thing,” Loki smiled. You scoffed, as he left to retrieve his gift.

He came back down the stairs, holding a medium sized box that was wrapped in dark green wrapping paper and a gold bow to top it off.

“Open it,” he smiled, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before ripping open the wrapping paper and opening the box to reveal what was inside.

It was a collar.

Not just any collar though.

The collar was dark green with golden emblems sewed delicately into the fabric of the collar. There was a simple black clip in the back, and a paw-shaped tag on the front that read the word ‘Sadie’ on it.

Your mouth dropped to the ground as your eyes began to fill up with tears. You looked to your husband who was giving you a beaming smile as he watched your reaction.

“Where is she?” You asked, standing up from the bar stool. Loki excused himself once more before coming back from the back door with Sadie.

She was the most beautiful Golden Retriever you have ever seen. Sure, she was skinny, but you would certainly fatten her up real easy. Her golden brown eyes shone in the natural light in the room as she panted with her tongue hanging out lazily.

“Loki! I love you so much!” You squealed, running up to your husband, kissing him affectionately. He easily returned the kiss, placing his hands on your hips. You pulled away from him, “how did you even get her? She was listed 2 weeks ago, and people normally snatch purebred goldies real quick,” You asked, looking up at those green eyes you fell in love with.

“Well…”

~ Loki’s POV: 2 weeks prior ~

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” I heard my wife call from the end of the hallway that leads to our room. I looked up from the book I was reading and replied.

“Yes, my life?” I replied, looking at the doorway with the door that hung open, as I felt I didn’t need to close doors anymore.

A few seconds later, my beautiful wife appeared at the door frame, gazing at me with love, and… was that mischief? What is she up to?

“Oh no, what do you want?” I asked partially jokingly, placing the book on my lap on the bedside table next to our bed.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” She replied, obviously lying, as she approached me. I opened my arms, allowing her to come to me. She got the message and straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my nose.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” I laughed. Seeing my little dove smile back at me made my heart flutter, she was truly the most amazing woman ever.

She easily listened and kissed me passionately. I furthered the kiss when she smiled into the kiss by slipping my tongue in. Without thought, my hands started wandering her body, my temple, as I like to call her.

Our kiss was soon disrupted by a buzz against the back of my shoulder. I frowned and pulled away, now remembering that she wanted something.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” I smiled, kissing her cheek as her smirk reappeared on her flawless face.

She rambled on and on about how she was on TikTok and now she found herself on a website with dogs and how she wants to adopt one. I feigned a frown and denied her request for a dog, but only after I read the website name and mentally took note of it.

Later that night, after I fucked put my darling girl to sleep, I grabbed my phone and looked up the website, pulling up the profile Sadie had and called the number linked to it.

“Hello! Thank you for calling, may I help you?” The woman said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi, yes, I would like to adopt Sadie,” I almost whispered as I entered the en-suite bathroom.

“Okay, sir. But there is a list of people that also want Sadie, so if they all don’t answer then you’ll get her, obviously you’ll still have to pay and what not but y’know,” The lady chirped as I heard her typing into a keyboard.

“Look, I will pay you an extra $1000 if you skip the list and just give her straight to me. This is for my darling wife. She uhm…” I stopped, thinking up a quick lie, “we just recently put down our last dog, and my darling has been in bed for weeks because of it. I really need Sadie and so does she,” I lied, trying to sound like I was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry, sir. However, there is a protocol that we follow, so it’s fair for everyone,” the lady replied.

After a little more convincing and bribing, the lady agreed and gave me an appointment to visit Sadie to see if she’s the one I want.

**

“My darling love, I am going to the store, is there anything I can get you?” I asked, putting my loafers on as my wife sat behind me in bed.

“Could you get ice cream? I wanna eat ice cream and have a movie marathon with you tonight,” She mumbled sleepily. I smiled at her request and nodded.

I left and headed to the appointment to get Sadie.

~ Your POV: present day ~

“Oh Loki, you’re so sweet,” You smiled, kissing him once more before kneeling down and meeting the Golden Retriever that was now your best girl.

“Oh and one more thing,” Loki said, looking down at you as you played with Sadie’s floppy ears, “I gave her an enchantment that expands her lifetime so that they match up to ours,” Loki explained. You stopped and looked up at him.

“I’m so giving you a blowjob later,”

**

the way my tiktok fyp is literally all dogs rn and i’m not complaining

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DESERVE IT - PART FIFTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier does his best to apologize to you, which isn't a lot but it is enough, especially when he decides he needs an important answer from you

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff

A/N: Hi besties this is a very short chapter compared to the ones I've written before but I covered everything I needed to in this one. It is not my best work but it is not my worst either, I hope you guys will like it because I loved it and it's soooo cute 🥺🥺🥺

• PART ONE TO FOURTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

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If you had the guess the cause of your death, you would have guessed: Javier Peña

Because that devilish man, was indeed, the death of you.

He chewed you up and spat you out and you didn't even complain about it because he could make you cry and whimper and beg you for more.

And that was exactly what happened. After nearly giving you a heartache, of pretty much breaking up with you, disappearing for several hours at night and making you sure you would be alone, Javier got into his apartment, fell onto his knees, your knees, called himself a dog at your feet and then started eating you out.

You barely reacted other than throwing your back against the wall for balance and whimpered. Loud. And then you moaned and called your name. And a part of you had a petty desire of screaming his name as loud as you could, so you could get in the way of Steve's and Connie's fight because there was no way he could get away with that behavior without being scolded by his wife, and then, in case they had already finished their argument and went to bed, you wanted to wake them up, by showing them unlike what Steve had said, you and Javier were going strong, that you were a real couple, that your relationship was for real, no matter what Steve, or anything thought of it, you loved Javi and he loved you.

"Fuck you Javier" you whimpered as he only raised his brown eyes at you, but didn't stop his mouth from wrapping around your clit, suckling on it and dragging another moan from you.

You gripped his hair, the same forceful grip he had on your hair when you blew his cock, he often fucked your face, so it was only fair you fucked his face.

You looked at him and bit your lips ``listen to me, Javier'' you managed to mumble between moans and pulled his head away from your cunt, watching as he swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips, smearing with your wetness. Javi had the puppiest eyes in the world as his thumb wiped a drop of your honey and he paid close attention to what you had to say "you don't get to do shit like that and then come back here, so if you wanna make it up to me, you gotta do it good, Javier. You got me? You gotta make me scream'' you said, staring daggers at him.

He swallowed again and nodded once more, he would do anything you asked him, commanded him, demanded him if it meant you would stay with him. He was so into you it was pathetic and now he couldn't even hide it anymore, you were a necessity, an obsession, something he craved and begged for every day and night.

You gripped his hair again and pulled it rather painfully "me has dicho que eres como un perro a mis pies, ¿No? Entonces, muéstrame"

You didn't often speak Spanish with him, but when you did it was enough to drive Javier Peña insane, it was like adding the code and pressing the buttons to set off a bomb.

He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your center closer to his mouth. Your back was against the wall, at the same time he leaned forwards, his big hands guiding your legs to his shoulders, and his face back deep into your core.

His jeans were tight and his cock throbbed inside of his pants, but at that moment Javier was so hungry for you, he was at your feet, savoring your sweet, juicy cunt and he wanted that forever.

His hands went from the side of your thighs to your lower belly, your skin always felt like butter under his rough touches and he carefully used them to spread your lips open, revealing you entirely for him.

Javi could see your clit hard and sensitive, twitching at the air as he stopped to watch his work of art. He smirked softly and gently kissed it, drawing whimpers from you.

"Don't tease me, perro" you gripped his hair again, feeling a little annoyed and gasped as you felt Javier's teeth scraping softly against your bare clit. He very softly placed a love bite on it, making you squeal and immediately suckled on it, as air escaped your lungs and you moved your hips against his face.

His knees hurt and his shoulders burned but he didn't give one single fuck, he was having his time with you and even if he had to take all the painkillers in the world it would be completely worth it. The way he devoured you was something else, Javier had always been a great pussy eater, but at that moment he wanted to blow your mind and he was achieving his goal as your legs shook and you tried as best as you could to sustain your own weight.

Javi's tongue explored your pussy, sliding it up and down and finding your pouring hole, your sweet juices floating his mouth as he tongue fucked you, going as deep as he could, feeling your internal walls squeezing it at the same time his perfect curved nose brushed against your clit, driving you insane.

You were so caught up in your pleasure, calling his name like a prayer and never wanting it to stop, but the urgent knot on your lower belly sent shivers down your spine and before you could even warn Javi you were cumming.

Hard.

For him, on him.

Javi couldn't sustain your weight any longer and as you came and convulsed in his mouth he pulled you to his lap, the two of you on the floor, tiredly as you stared into his eyes, you leaned in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and wrapping yourself around him, wanting him so close to you, your bodies tangled together, his scent on you. You broke the kiss and cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes, as he helped you get your dress off, revealing your naked form for him.

Javi's lips latched onto your nipples, one at a time, licking them and suckling on it, as your hands ran through his hair, softly now, gentle even.

Javi was still completely silent, he hadn't dared say a word, but one simple command escaped his lips.

"On all fours now, cariño" he whispered against your ear and watched as you got in position for him, which you gladly did, spreading your legs wide for him. Your sex glistening with your cum, all for him again.

Javi gave you one last lick, his tongue running through your slit, flicking your sensitive clit and going to your asshole, circling it gently before he smacked your cheek with one hand.

The other unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, pre cum glistened on his tip, as he was so ready for you.

He didn't take long to get inside of you, getting his length as deep as he could and moving his hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he wanted, on the floor, like the two animals you were.

When you finally got off the floor, Javi held you by the waist, taking you to bed, throwing his body heavily against the mattress and pulling you for a kiss. Just as he predicted, his entire body ached, but it was worth every second of it. He still hadn't explained or apologized, he didn't know how to start. What was he supposed to say?

That he went nuts when Steve mistreated you? That the guilt he felt from his past actions almost cost him his relationship with you because for a moment he really thought you'd be better off without him and that he should leave you alone to live your life with someone who actually was worth of your love? Or should he start by telling you about how he broke into Judy Moncada's house and the only reason why he wasn't a dead body being dumped in some shallow grave in the middle of woods was because she thought his attitude was actually amusing?

No, he couldn't do that, he couldn't say those things. It would be just a mix of embarrassing and stupid, but you read him like a book and you just knew he was avoiding talking to you.

"Javi… we need to talk" you said but he frowned as he looked at your knees and saw the bruise forming on them from being on the floor while he railed you "shit, princesa, let me take care of it…" he got up and went to the bathroom, returning some moments later with a bottle of lotion you'd left there sometime shortly after you'd started dating and squirted something onto his hand, sitting next to you and applying it to your knees, massaging them gently along with your thighs.

"You do know we need to talk, Javier" you broke the silence though you could feel yourself melting onto the couch at your boyfriend's ministrations on your skin. You had just had a real tiring day, too many emotions all at once, and to finalize things, you had orgasmed hard, more than once, so it was a fair assumption his little massage was making you less and less willing to have a serious talk with him.

You knew it was his intention all along, but at that point, it felt like it didn't even matter. You closed your eyes and relaxed but opened them again as your felt Javi's fingers on your clit, circling it and making your legs twitch

"No amor, please… it's too sensitive now" you bit your lips and stared at him, who nodded and kissed his way up your thighs, getting on your stomach and resting his head on it. Javier's arms wrapped around your figure and snuggled there, falling into a comfortable silence. He let his thoughts run freely and forget all about what happened earlier. He was taken back to the warmth of the weather in Laredo, the green of the fields, the small city and the familiarity of it. He liked picturing you there, always dressed beautiful in summer dresses, not so different from Colombia after all, he liked imagining you running along with him, going to the stables and petting the horses, because Javier was sure you would be the kind of girl who would love to pet the horses, and he was also sure the horses would gladly let you pet them, because you were impossible to resist, and that, he knew for a fact.

He sighed as his dreams were so sweet, he loved daydreaming about that, and when you began playing with his hair, then he felt he had died and gone straight to heaven.

You loved to feel him nuzzling your womb, he looked like a lazy old cat sprawled all over you, and it warmed your heart. It was something so simple, so domestic and once it seemed so out of reach, when you thought you and Javier would never be able to have that, you even thought you would never be able to be more than just a lay for Javier, but there you were. You were with your man, in a sweet moment, late at night, giving him all the affection he needed, he craved but he thought he didn't deserve it.

He was relaxed and kept his eyes closed, but you knew he wasn't asleep, so you thought it was time to bring things up.

"Javi… we need to talk about tonight… I'm so sorry I acted that way, but I wasn't expecting Steve being such a dick, and I know I told you many times I don't hold your past against you, but I can't help being jealous of you, because you are attractive and handsome and even hookers want you" you sighed "but I know you are mine just as I am yours, but it still makes me jealous" you admitted as Javi opened his eyes and looked at you. He gave you a sad look, and you knew what he meant. He couldn't erase his past, and he couldn't undo those things. God knew he would have if he had the chance, but he was already thankful you loved him without judgment.

Javi licked his lips softly and stroked your hand, as you continued

"And I got also very worried about you and what he said about Los Pepes, please Javi, be careful, don't do anything stupid because if something happens to you I am sure I'm gonna die"

He swallowed hard and got even closer, cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, heart heavy in his chest at your words. Javier Peña almost sacrificed himself so many times at work, but it wasn't just because he cared about his job, about the people and the country he was currently living in. But it wasn't just because of that, he was also lost, personally lost, he had nothing to actually live for, nothing that held him back, but he was tired of it. He was tired of screwing things up, of endangering himself like that, he wanted to be safe for once, because now he had something good, he didn't want that life any longer and above all, he didn't want to make you suffer.

"Y/N I'm gonna ask you something and I want you to know that I ain't joking, I need an answer, a real one" he said as he licked his lips once more and rubbed the back of his neck, watching as you nodded, both on curiosity but also anxiety. You had no idea what he wanted.

"Will you marry me?" He asked and you felt your heart was bursting out of ribcage. You couldn't even believe your ears and if he hadn't warned you he wasn't joking or if he wasn't staring at you apprehensively, you would have been sure it was just a joke.

"What?" It was all you could whisper at him, tears slowly flooding your eyes, as the emotions were getting more and more intense.

"Not right now, cariño and it doesn't have to be in Colombia, it can be when we get our beautiful life in the ranch, and I get if you are afraid of answering me, I know you've had your heart broken by someone you loved once and that you were left at the altar and fuck, I also know I am a walking red flag but I need to know if we have a chance, I need to know if I will have something to fight for, something to-"

You interrupted him by placing your lips against his, closing the distance between you two as you cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. You didn't need him to say anything else, it wasn't even necessary and you didn't want him to fall into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

You broke the kiss, smiling as you stared into his eyes and nodded, feeling the happiness overflowing you. Absolutely nothing else mattered in the world but you and Javier, who was going to become of soon-to-be husband.

"Of course I'll marry you Javi"

_____

A/N: hey besties, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, our story is almost over and well, I want Javi and reader to have their happy ending soon 😍🥺 😍🥺😍🥺

I mean, would you say no to marrying this mf?

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avenger men in bed ;)

pairing: bruce banner x reader, bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader, thor x reader, stephen strange x reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m recieving), somnophilia (consensual), hair pulling, semi-public sex, restraints and tying up, choking

a/n: let me know if i missed any warnings :)

Bruce Banner

you. you you you you it's all about YOU always.

he literally just wants to eat you out like ma'am coochie plssssss

obvi he likes a good blowjob and fucking you, but god there was absolutely no better feeling for him than you sitting on his face.

you barely did it, but when he did, he prayed he could die right then and there with you just grinding on his face

he literally just shoves his fingers in his mouth after fingerblasting you cause he's so obsessed with your taste

im sorry but this man absolutely loves to stick a finger in your mouth... the way you suck on it and hallow your cheeks slightly, LORDDDDDDD thats it for him truly

he's more cautious than the rest, but god when he gets horny, he gets HORNY he doesnt gaf where you are

like you guys can be out but he will put his hand in your pants under the table as subtle as possible and then suck on his finger in front of everyone, pretending he was just cleaning some food off his finger

like horny bruce is an absolute different person....

he just doesn't even think about cumming he just gets absolute and total pleasure from watching you finish, there are so many nights he forgets and doesnt cum, and he doesnt care

after care is his thing, he doesn't even mean to do it, he just loves you

brings you tea and some midnight snack while you guys play a board game or watch a movie after

but then he wants to fuck like 5 mins later cuz this man is so desperate for ur cookie ong

Bucky Barnes

he's definitely rougher with you, into more bdsm type stuff and is super experimental

i feel like he's so into mutual masturbation

like nothing would get him off like telling you what to do while you touch yourself, making you cum without even touching you

HE ABSOLUTELY TIES YOU UP

mild choking would fs be a thing, but i think he would just always tie you up somehow

metal hand metal hand metal hand

if he doesn't have a tie to tie you up with, his metal hand pushing you down does the job

vertical sixty nine. i said it.

he loves watching you cum, like seriously, the sight of you moaning and twitching relentlessly is enough to make him cream his pants like a teenager

he'd be a huge talker

"you're so good for me" "i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" "i just wanna fuck the brat out of you" shit like that yk

i think he likes to take control to kind of cope with the fact that he never had any, but its all safe and fun, esp for you cuz yum

this is so random but i can just imagine him coming into the kitchen while you prepared a snack and just putting whipped cream or icing or something like that on your and sucking it off. like its so him

Steve Rogers

i know a sub when i see one.

this man is a knee begger crier all of it like

i can imagine the first time you guys are in the bedroom, making out more heated than normal and all of a sudden this man WHIMPERS

hes such a boob guy

peace and luv but he is so desperate

like you guys will be out eating dinner with the others and you'll just see his pecker staring at you

he wants you everywhere and any time.

i could imagine you at tony's for some cocktail party, and you go to the restroom to take a piss, but you cant cuz your 6 foot something super human boyfriend is already in the stall waiting for you, hand in pants

he just humps you like a dog and whines so loud, hes definitely a moaner j whispering in your ear in public "im so hard right now, please touch me, i'll do anything" "you're so hot, please just jack me off before i cream my pants just looking at you, god"

HANDJOBS god, you just sitting next to him and jacking him off while you whisper simple "good boy" "you like that, baby?" in his ear... he'd just be thrusting into your hand and moaning so loud he can barely hear you

he loves when you use him to get off, like when you ride his thigh or abs

THAT AMAZONIAN POSITION FUCK WHAT IS IT CALLED cuz god ik steve would just absolutely cumbust when you did it

he basically j loves being your bitch and wants you all the time

Thor

i do not fear much, but lord knows i fear being anywhere within a 100-foot radius of a bed with this man.

he will literally fuck you until you're on the brink of unconsciousness

he's in control but in a more aggressive (consensual) way

FREE USE i j know this man loves to just eat you or fuck you when you're cooking or watching tv, using you when he wants

he loves fucking you in your sleep (you agreed and spoke about it before, its 100% consensual)

like he literally naturally wakes up at 8 everyday just to finger fuck you til you wake up

this man comes home and doesn't even say shit, just bends you over and goes to pound town

no bro face fucking???? absolutely his thing

theres nothing hotter for him than grabbing your hair and just thrusting in and out

the slightly watered eyes, the messy spit, god he sometimes comes close to cumming just THINKING about it

he shows no mercy. oh, you came 10 times and cant move? too bad spread your legs

since he's so rough, i feel like he'd get a little guilty and do the absolute MOST to pamper you afterwards

face masks, full body massages, he'd even give you a little nail trim. like you're in a whole mf spa after you fuck

Stephen Strange

confidence. this man has it. (ok but if i looked like him i would too tbh)

he's so chill it scares u, like what is this man up to???? even when he takes control, he has this smug chill 'i know it all' tone to him

he absolutely makes you call him doctor when he's in control...

he loves blowjobs like fuck there is nothing hotter than watching you so passionate about taking the most of him you can, the sight of it is even hotter than the feeling

"you're so warm, fuck, just a little longer" "you're being so good, i'll give you a reward, darling, don't worry."

THIS MAN IS AN ABSURDLY GOOD PUSSY EATER LIKE not like ohhh thats a dude who can eat puss its like WTF THAT MAN CAN EAT PUSS...

like it is the most toe curling hair pulling lip biting eye rolling headboard grabbing head like where did this man learn so much

i feel like he is in control more often, but every now and then he presses your buttons (not washing the dishes, being late to dinner, leaving dirty clothes everywhere, etc) just to get you angry. once you're mad enough he just says "show me how angry you are"

when hes sub, he still has a certain chill to him, but its hot

his eyebrows furrow and he just does as told, wanting you to touch him

"yes, i promise, i'll be good." "yes, yes, that feels good, thank you" like this man breathes so deep and just groans so loud

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dr strange x reader #bruce banner x reader #thor x reader #smut #marvel #avengers #headcanon #avengers headcanon

[chronicpixle]

“One hell of a birthday” Cloud Strife ~<3

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLOUD” Everyone in the bar shouted as you uncovered his eyes. He softly gasps in surprise and looks around the bar a little and frowns a bit. “Oh thanks….who planned this?” He looks at the possible suspects in front of him. Tifa chuckles and points to you, “It was actually y/n who planned all of this! We just helped decorate.” Cloud looks at you and slightly smiles. “Thanks. Now let’s get some drinks and enjoy tonight.” Cloud walks over to the bar and you follow. “So what’ll be you two?” Tifa seems to be already mixing something in that shaker of hers and she seems happy to be serving you both. “I’ll take a sweet tea, what about you cloud?” You look at the blonde who’s still thinking. “I’ll just take a Pepsi….nothing more..” Tifa sighs and gets a Pepsi out of the fridge, placing the can in front of him. “Cmon Cloud! Enjoy yourself, it’s your birthday!” You nudge cloud hoping he’ll at least have one drink. “No because I know I’m gonna have to carry you home…” He glares at you drinking his soda and eventually walks over to wedge and biggs. “Hmph I’m not even gonna get that dru-”

The next thing you know you’re being carried home on Cloud’s back, giggling at everything that you see. “Clouddddd oh my god, I’m perfectly fine!” You nearly fall on the ground when he puts you down so he can unlock the door to his apartment. “Bullshit, now come on y/n.” He picks you up once again and gently places you on the bed. He closes and locks the door, when he turns around he sees you halfway off the bed trying to crawl to him. “y/n! Cmon get back in bed.” He helps you into the bed and you try to tell him something. “It’s hooooot! Please take off my pants..” He looks at you like you just told him that your parents died or something. “I don’t think I shou-” “Pleaseeee?” Your whining makes him fumble and he slowly takes off your shoes, socks, and pants. He doesn’t know why but he can’t help but stare at your thighs, those cute ass bear panties aren’t helping either. “I-I’ll get you some water..” He tried walking away but he felt you tugging on his suit. “Please…..let me give you the best birthday present you could ever wish for…” You give him THOSE puppy dog eyes and he can’t help but sit on the bed and help you lean against the headboard. “What do you wanna give me y/n?” You place a gentle kiss on his lips but flop onto him from his drunk you are. “Let me touch you..” Cloud scoffs and shakes his head. “Y/n you’re just drunk, go to be-” You cut him off with another kiss. He groans from the feeling of your your weight against his body. “y/n….you’re suffocating me, give me some time to breathe in between the kisses!” “Aww I’m sorry~” You start unbuckling his pants and you push him against the headboard. “Relax for me, and…please don’t make it jump..” He gives you a confused look at your words but he nods and smiles giving you the ok. You pull his shaft out of his boxers and put the tip in your mouth, teasing and licking it. “F-fuck don’t…tease me like that..” You press your finger against his lips and continue sucking and teasing his slit and tip, it twitches and leaks more and more everytime you suck or kiss it. “y/n please….please I’m begging you..” You move his hand into your hair and let him push you down on his cock, gagging at the feeling of it intruding your throat. “S-sorry! Are you okay?” You nod and bob your head up and down, tears filling your eyes as the feelings of the foreign object in your throat. You have to take him out a few times to catch a breather but you continue, wanting to make sure he feels as good as possible. “I think…..I think I’m gonna cum soon….” Cloud whimpers as your throat somehow manages to make him go deeper and deeper. You nod giving him the acknowledgment so he knows it’s okay to shove you down when he finishes. And after a few seconds he does, pushes you so far down on his dick that it makes you slightly gag but your throat looses when you feel the warm substance invading your mouth. “y…..n..” He moans your name as he finishes in your mouth, shaking as you continue moving your head to get him from his high. You take him out of your mouth and a line of cum falls onto your chest. “Did I hurt you darling?” You shake your head as you swallow his seed and wipe it off of your chest, licking it off of your finger. “It’s salty…” You look at him and giggle, seeing his face all red and sweaty sparked something inside of you that you didn’t know you had. “Do you wanna go another round?” Cloud tilts his head as he asks the question hoping, PLEADING that you’ll say yes. And you do. “Sure just….please be gentle…” You hover yourself above him but you flips you onto your stomach. “My birthday, my position. Yeah?” You groan and nod “ugh fineee” You feel his tip line up with your entrance and he slowly but surely pushes himself in, making sure you’re okay and that he’s not stretching you too fast. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Am I going to fast?” All these questions are blurred out of your mind by the sound of wet skin slapping against each other. You moan into the pillow but sadly he had a plan for that. He pulls your hair and takes your face out of the pillow.

“I wanna hear those slutty little moans at full volume, you hear me?” He pounds into you harder than before and you kick your feet against the bed from how sensitive your cunt is. “C-Cloud! Please….” You moan as loud as you can as he slaps your ass and continues to hold your hair so he can move your head freely. “What? Does it feel that good? Does my cock in your tight ass pussy feel that good you little whore?” He pounds harder and harder until you’re screaming his name begging for him to let you cum and that you can’t hold it any longer. “H-hold on baby….I’m….just as close as you are, let’s cum together okay..?” You desperately nod your head as he pounds faster and harder until you cum all over his cock, he goes for a few more seconds before cumming on your back and ass. “F-fuck….c-cumming…~” When he finishes he flops on the bed next to you and snuggles closely to you, holding you in his arms. “Happy….birthday Cloudy…” You give him a quick peck on the lips before resting your nose in between his man boobs. “Thank you beautiful….goodnight..we’ll cleanup tomorrow..”

#cloud strife #final fantasy 7 #smut #cloud strife smut #aftercare #cuddling & snuggling #birthday #happy birthday

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

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[ashesbreadandbutter]

I've got one: an Adam that can SEE soulmates. He grins nastily as he takes a GOOD LONG look at Alastor and SMIRKS "Vox, huh? You love him, hmm? I can see it written right on your disgusting soul Al-ass-tor. Annnnd even better he's your soulmate. I kill him, I cause you unimaginable pain and suffering for eternity without touching you." And then he takes off, leaving Lute and his army to take care of the hotel--who HEARD HIM to search for Vox.

The Vees are in full out panic mode, of course. They have no idea what to do. Vox say he can carry both Val and Vel through the electricity but they need a location to go too--abd the vacation home is too far, he doesn't have the juice.

Valentino is pissed at Vox for being Alastor's soulmate, and panicking about the certain death heading their way.

Velvette doesn't care: "Take us as far as you can to the vacation home and we can steal a car!"

Alastor is RAGING. How DARE that pompous f-wit threaten what is HIS?!? (Although he is pleased Adam did announce Vox was his too all of Hell. Now no one would dare try to date Vox after he killed the moth.)

(Feel free to use :3)

Thank you anon because I definitely WILL be taking this.

No really this is good, honestly you anons are helping write the best voxal fanfic with me as well speak. I think after I finish my current writing coms today then I'll start on this story. It honestly sounds really fun and I'm a bit of a slow burn kinda gal with a passion for angst so this is definitely up my alley.

The idea of Adam coming in? Mwah!

Like imagine the way Alastor freezes the moment Adam says that stuff about going after Vox and especially before Vox finds himself having to defend the vees. Bro doesn't even know what's going on at first and that he's basically one of the reasons it's happening. Imagine his shock if Alastor does hunt him down before the angels get there, both confusion AND relief showing on his face just to see Alastor. Though there's also annoyance.

"ugh! I could have handle a few angels Alastor!" He growls after Alastor grabs them after fighting and imagine something like after Alastor saves them he and Vox are having this argument just for Vox to stop when it seems Alastor did in fact take some damage.

"a few isn't tons Vox." Alastor would most like his back while cradling a wound and Vox might as well be the one to help him clean it up, matter of fact he has too because everyone is rather fearful of the pair. Alastor doesn't want anyone to deal with the wound like a stubborn dog unless it's Vox and this could leave them a lot of time just to sit with each other. It's silent as Vox carefully cleans his wounds, gentle and careful not to do anything that would hurt even more and then as he's looking over Alastor's body he'll glare at nothing halfheartedly, brows burrowed in confusion and annoyance.

"why'd you do something so stupid?" He'll ask and I can see Alastor's ear twitching. Vox basically asks him what's his problem. Why'd he go out there to fight so many angels and over HIM of all people? He's both flattered and a bit unnerved.

If Alastor really did all that to help him then maybe he SHOULD go back to the hotel just to keep an eye on Alastor's healing though maybe it's just a way to get closer because though Vox being Alastor's soul mate is life changing on his own, knowing and seeing Alastor after such a fight and touching his wounds really manages to draw Vox in. Like he wants to be with Alastor in the same bed and everything as he heals.

I wanna say Alastor will heal with no issue but imagine a case where he doesn't. Where the angel blades hold off his healing for just long enough to where Vox is actually worried over the other man.

This could be an interesting part to rebuild their connection. Seeing Alastor almost die while showing Hell that Vox BELONGS TO HIM really makes the TV demon flustered and more than he's ever been before. (Vox likes knowing Alastor is possessive enough to literally have a battle of his own with heaven. It makes him feel special and more than he ever has before)

I'd like to say this situation really convinces Vox but with their history he's worried about getting too close even though he wants to.

He's scared of falling in love with Alastor because what it its 'not the right time' again?

Vox is definitely an over thinker in this case, will sit through the healing process for Alastor but maybe he finds Alastor's words to be a fluke? Did he really mean it? Yeah he almost DIED but he couldn't possibly- he definitely means it.

They've had their history but Vox is a runner now and Alastor wants to chase him. After all, who could know him better than his old friend and whether Vox likes it or not no one would DARE (especially after the shocking announcement that they are soulmates) take Alastor's destined spot in his life.

I honestly love these ideas and I have many myself, keep em coming y'all!

- A

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Thx you for requesting this if you did! Can you do slashers with an s/o with hearing problems and seeing problems if you can boths or either ones good!

I feel I need to do longer slashers, so I'll include more because i think my followers aren't getting enough from me

Also I have no idea what kind of hearing and eyesight problem so like..

Michael 🔪 (both)

Why u so weak? *uncle Roger style* He questions when you talked to him about your issues.

Also likes it cause he can be even more sneakier on you if he wasn't already a professional at it.

It also depends on the time line Michael we're talking about. Rz will probably pity you and kind of help you out or something but original Michael is just 'ok bozo. Humans these days are so pathetic lol.'

If he's feeling nice on certain days he'll either drag you or point really close to somerhing or somewhere you're supposed to go. He'll advise you to get glasses and or hearing aids or get it treated whatever.

If it's way too expensive to get it treated Michael will just gesture that he'll kill whoever was treating you after you're finish, but you'll have to explain it to him that it's not that easy and you'll still have to pay. He looks at you with an unreadable look and then scoff which sounded like a sigh. (*sigh* life used to be so easy)

If it's an infection or diseases he acts unbothered but he's calmly panicking 'what the fuck am I supposed to do, I can't kill that'.

He'll appreciate your days together more if it ever got to that point. And most definitely go on an angry massive killing spree if you're gone.

Oh and I forgot to mention. He'll think you're even more fragile and shii. It would be very subtle but he's going to look out for you even more. He sometimes acts as your guard dog, or if you wanna put it in an even funnier way. Your cane.

Jason 🪓 (both)

You already know Jason is protective as shit. And upon learning about your problems he's basically the mom here now.

He's holding your hand or watching you from afar. Atleast it's better than staring at nature and water untill someone gets here.

I'm not sure much about dead bodies but I am sure all their senses go numb. I don't know how Jason does it but he knows every little trap and tricks here and there, so you can be safe.

A little harmless thing he takes advantage of is low key using your bad eyesight and hearing as a way to get close to you and hold you, he kind of feels bad about it but he can't help it.

He likes pranking you, like very sneakily creeping up behind you and awoop, jumpscare. He'll apologize if it greatly startled you.

If you let him he'd be carrying you everywhere. Also keeping you somewhere when the horny teenagers come and disturb your little cottage life together.

Big who is insecure about himself 🤝 s/o who has eyesight problems (and hearing problems.) Match made in heaven.

He wants you to get that treated too but yk Jason.. He doesn't really understand life outside of the forest so he's just going to pick whatever glasses he can find from glass users and hope for the best.

Bro I'm so sorry this was the best of my abilities, you didn't specify what kind of problems so ideas just kinda went over my head I'm so sorry

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