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evilminji · 3 months

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Dani should Kidnap The Clones.

It's basicly protective custody. Preemptive child services, if you will. NONE of these fuckers out here makin adorable clone baby just cause they want kids!

*kicks down the door to your shady lab* Knock Knock! ITS THE POLICE! *Walker's Shock troopers swarm the place as Dani secures the kids*

Look me in the eyes. You KNOW he'd love an excuse to enforce The Rules on people technically outside his jurisdiction. It's for The Children(tm)! Why, he simply had no CHOICE!

Meanwhile? Dani is shoving all these mal-adjusted Murder Clones into her Lair? Which is? Basicly a Door style Lair she hid inside Danny's Lair for safe keeping. It's shoved behind a vending machine just outside the observatory. And the inside? Goes on for DAYS.

Like national parks and every beautiful beach she ever came across. She smashed together the BEST sights and places she's found in her travels, like a collection. Always adding more. New waterfalls, new noodle shops, new fields of wine grapes. It's... beautiful. Snapshots of every wonderous little thing about Earth, stitched together.

They can't hurt anyone. Can't achieve their "objectives". Are just treated like actual individuals and the children they truely are. Are surrounded by other Clones. So it's NORMAL here. Just? All of it.

But also?

Dani and Dan? Teaming up to make History's Scariest Adoption Agency(TM). Dan runs it. Dan wants to know why EXACTLY you want a kid. Explain yourself to Dan. What are your references? Qualifications. He's doing a home visit to inspect the premises. He BETTER not find any suspicious Labs.

And? It just? Appears out of nowhere. It's powered by Zone Bullshit. One second you're thinking "oh woe is me D:> I will never have a child to fill my lovely home, because of all my Superhero Secrets and also because government bureaucracy!" And the next?

.....wasn't that an out of business taco bell? "Zone Adoptions"?

"....Free Clone Baby?"

Okay that is HIGHLY suspicious and as a hero you are basicly legally obligated to investigate. But now it's bigger on the inside? Fancy waiting room? You are being interrogated? Wait, no, you're supposed to be the one doing the-?

Somehow? You leave with your Clone Son from another Dimension. And a pamphlet. You're scheduled for a home visit in three days. You... you never told them where you live.

Somehow that doesn't seem like it will slow them down.

Did the Fae just Suprise Baby you with a clone baby? Can they DO that? W... what's happening? What days is this? Who ARE YOU PEOPLE?! HUH!?!?

Just? Imagine. IMAGINE. I was gonna say Bruce... but?

Damian.

He finds himself... pondering What Could Have Been. Had his Clones not wanted him dead. Wondering if he could have saved them. If, perhaps, he had found them as infants. Raised them. Could he have given them a good life? Been a good father?

He gets emotional. Fatherly. He's about 14.

Dan's been around Ghosts too long to remember how humans age or how age relates to development. This one TALKS like An Adult. Must be one. Probably just short.

And Damian? Never backs down. The second Dan starts challenging him? His character is flawless and his morals divine. He has never done anything wrong, ever, in his LIFE. Fuck you. And on TOP of that? He not only will be the SINGLE GREATEST FATHER TO EVER FATHER, his home is the most loving and beloved ON THE PLANET!

In entirety of EARTH'S history, no less!

....what are they arguing about?

*is handed a baby and kicked out of Dan's adoption agency*

See you in a few days!

(o.o ) *happy gurgling from the baby* *Damian.exe has stopped working*

Smash cut, after Damian speed runs his stages of grief at his own Dumbass Life Choices, to his rocking back up at the Manor like? Congratulations, Father. I have brought you your first grandson! Do Not ask how I obtained him. It was likely dubiously legal but I will not be returning him. We have bonded.

And just? Annihilating the collective Bats on one go. You did what? You have What?! That is a baby! WHY IS THERE A BABY?! How is there a baby!? WHOS BABY!? *sirens going off and everyone panicking*

Will Damian be allowed to KEEP the Baby? Ha! Hell no. Bruce will. Damian is a child. But it will be a Needlessly Dramatic Bat Cold War Of Dramatic Drama to pry that small cherubic baby from his grip long enough for Bruce to fill out the paperwork.

Child thieving bastard that he is. How dare he. That is Damian's SON! D:<

*happy oblivious baby noises as Alfred feeds him in the background, while the Bats do their Dramatic Custody War*

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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╰┈➤ rafe gets jealous

warnings: a tiny bit of smut, swearing, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, shitty writing.

summary: rafe gets jealous when you talk to jj at a party. innocent!reader x rafe

the loud thumping music invaded her ears as she made her way around the large house. she had arrived with her boyfriend but thirty minutes in and he was nowhere to be seen. these parties weren’t her kind of thing, but of course she’d go just to make rafe happy. she’d do anything to make rafe happy.

her eyes skimmed the crowd, not being able to see much over the sea of people. it probably didn’t help that all these people seemed to be absolute giants. moving from the living room, she found a corner in the hallway to try and situate herself.

y/n wasn’t good with crowds, and she certainly wasn’t used to them. you’d be surprised at the amount of people who were utterly confused about the relationship between rafe and y/n. he was all about parties, drugs and alcohol while she preferred last night walks, staying in and watching films. it took some convincing from rafe to get y/n to go, but after seeing how happy it would make him, it was an easy decision.

watching so many people pass by her over and over made her dizzy. she didn’t know who’s house this was, she didn’t know who was here. before she knew it, panic set in and her eyes glazed over. y/n’s chest heaved as she tried her best to shrink into the corner.

a familiar voice broke her free of the hundreds of thoughts crossing her mind at such an insane speed. “hey y/n! didn’t think this was your scene?”

turning her head, her eyes met with an old friends, provoking a relieved grin to cross her face. “jj! thank god, have you seen rafe?” jj’s face contorted at the thought of y/n’s boyfriend. there was a very hostile history between the two, one y/n chose to ignore, not wanting to pick sides. “nah, you can come sit with us if you want?” jj offered sweetly, very aware of y/n’s anxiousness.

being childhood bestfriends with someone, you become used to their personality and mannerisms. just like jj had always done, he’d helped her out of another nerve-wracking situation.

nodding her head eagerly, she followed him through the house, all the way to the back garden. out there she recognised a few faces, john b, pope, kiara and sarah. as they noticed the girl following behind jj, they gave her warm smiles, especially sarah.

“rafe wander off again?” she half-joked, of course she knew what her brother was like, but didn’t appreciate his ability to forget to keep an eye on y/n. she nodded in response, a somewhat embarrassed laugh escaping her.

“why don’t you sit with us until he shows up?” jj suggested. “thank you guys, i don’t even know why i’m here to be honest.” y/n sat down on the deckchair next to her friend, pulling her short dress down as she did.

after some time, they had all fallen into conversation with one another.

“hey y/n do you remember when we-” jj started but was quickly cut off by the shadow of someone stood behind them. y/n and the pogues glanced up in sync, y/n’s eyes widening in delight as she scanned the familiar face.

“rafe! i couldn’t find you!” she beamed, happy to be in his company once again. “so you come sit out here with these pogues?” rafe grumbled, venom in his tone.

“hey! if you hadn’t left her all alone in there, jj never would’ve brought her out here!” sarah retorted, growing annoyed with her brothers attitude. rolling his eyes, rafe huffed and reached for y/n’s arm, wrapping a strong hand around her wrist.

“um, bye guys, it was nice to see you all!” y/n shouted over her shoulder as rafe dragged her away from the group.

rafe continued to pull her through the house until the pair reached his car. “get in.” he spat. bowing her head, she obliged, not wanting to anger him further. sitting down in the passenger side, she buckled her seatbelt quietly.

y/n eyed rafe as they drove in silence, his knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he seethed. deciding to speak up “please don’t be mad rafe, i was lost and jj was just trying to help” she mumbled, wary of his response. “jj this, jj that! do you have a thing for him or something?” rafe yelled, jaw clenching.

“what? no of course not! he’s just my friend rafe! i only want you!” she pleaded, trying to break his delusions. glancing at her slightly, rafe slammed the breaks on, pulling over on a dark road. “prove it.”

y/n’s face fell into a confused frowned, not quite understanding. rafe reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt before removing his own and leaving the car. y/n sat there in silence, baffled.

she jumped in her seat as rafe ripped her door open. reaching for her again, he pulled her out of the car before pinning her against it.

she felt his hot breath on his face as she met his volatile gaze, chest heaving. “i said prove it y/n” rafe snarled as he continued to tower above her. looking up at him, brows furrowed “i don’t understand rafe?”

“get on your fucking knees, and prove it” he spat, wrapping a hand around her throat before lowering her to the ground.

it was like a lightbulb went off in her head, finally understand what he wanted. she reached for his belt buckle, carefully undoing it. rafe’s hands gathered y/n’s hair into a ponytail while she pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard on.

before he could even blink, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his length, looking at him for approval as she did.

“that’s a good girl”

#dom!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe smut #outerbanks rafe #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe imagine #obx #outer banks

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0h0possum · 4 months

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Codywan Headcanon/AU that lives rent free in my head

I think my favorite codywan headcanon/AU is that they are just so good at being professional and discreet when they need to, for literal years, that no one knows they are a thing.

Like my favorite idea of codywan is that they both agree their duties and obligations come first. Honestly they kinda deal with it like a business contract. They sit down and agree: yes they have feelings for each other, yes they want to be together, yes they want as much as a relationship as they can get now since they both never know when one of them might die, yes they need to put their war duties first, yes Obi-wan will always put his Jedi duties first, yes Cody will always put protecting and creating a future for his brothers first, yes the will keep this relationship under raps as it could be under scrutiny for breaking GAR and Jedi rules, yes they will only act as a couple when off duty.

They are just the opposite of Anakin and Padme, no one knows about them. Cody and Obi-wan aren’t trying to hide it per say, they just are so good at being The Commander and The General that no one would ever think they were anything but professional coworkers and maybe friends. Even if there are signs they may be more, their friends and family overlook them because ‘Cody’s too strict about following the regs to be interested in a relationship’ or ‘Obi-wan is too focused on being a model Jedi and following the Code to be in a relationship’.

They are too good at balancing their lives and being ‘The Unproblematic Couple™’.

So when the war ends and they defeat Palpatine, save Anakin and get the clones rights (because we only Stan happy endings in this Codywan house), they both agree mutually to take a break.

Cody takes time to find himself away from the GAR and being The Commander. He spends time with his brothers and helping them all find their feet once they leave the GAR. He helps build a life for them all, while also taking time to find who he is besides a soldier.

Obi-wan spends time reconnecting with Anakin and Ahsoka, making amends with both of them. Getting to finally return to being a peacekeeper and not a General at war. I imagine he would maybe step down from the council to just be a simple Jedi. Not Master of Sorensu, youngest ever High council member, The Negotiator, General, or Sith Killer.

After their short break they agree to start meeting up again, seeing if they still feel the way they did about each other when not in the stressful environment of war and an army setting. But, lo and behold, they still of course love each other. (All the while everyone just assumes it’s Obi-wan and Cody meeting up as ex. Coworkers. They used to be the best of FRIENDS during the war)

After Obi-wan sees Anakin is fine (living with his wife and kids) and the rest of the Order isn’t in dire need of his help, and Cody sees his brothers are finding their feet in the world without need of his leadership, they both just decide they’ve been dating long enough (a few year during and after the war) and they’ve put other duties ahead of theirs relationship long enough.

They just fucking get married and buy a house. Obi-wan leaves the order and Cody moves away from his brother. And they just get married.

WHICH COMES OUT OF NOWHERE TO EVERYONE ELSE. Everyone’s like “??!!!”, “since when have you two ever been together?!”

And fucking Obi-wan and Cody (with biggest deadpan older brother energy) just say “oh yeah, since like the middle of the war? We thought you guys knew? It just never came up in conversation?”

Just absolutely bamboozling everyone in their lives. Rex and Anakin both are like “YoU nEvEr ThOuGhT tO tElL mE? YoUr BrOtHeR?”. Cue Obi-wan and Cody vaguely shrugging and saying ‘there were more important things going on’.

But yeah I just like the idea of Cody and Obi-wan jump scaring their families with their relationship.

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ramblingoak · 3 months

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Naps With Copia

Nap #10: Napping With Your Valentine

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

For @pinklunarprincess 💙 who wanted Copia to play with their hair

Cardinal Copia x gn!reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: a very sappy Valentine's Day themed nap, I'm not sorry, sfw, 1k words, enjoy! (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers)

You were going to be late.

Of all the days to be running behind it had to be today. A day that Copia had been teasing you about for weeks now. Weeks of silly clues and guessing games. You had used every trick in the book (and in bed) to try to get him to tell you his plans for Valentine’s Day but he wouldn’t fess up. It had gotten to the point he had started to avoid you, even turning heel and jogging away from you in the hallways.

He was lucky you loved him so much.

But now you had probably ruined everything. He had been very specific about you being back to his quarters by noon. Copia had planned a big lunch to treat you since there was a larger event for the entire congregation that evening. The whole place had smelled amazing already as soon as you woke up. He had been quick to usher you away, practically throwing your clothes at you so you didn’t try to sneak peeks into the tiny kitchen.

You had been huffy but finally obliged him, trudging down the halls to your office. Thankfully today was supposed to be relatively easy. No tours on the horizon, no conferences, no trips…just a morning of receiving deliveries for the party and then you’d be free by noon. Free to eat whatever amazing meal Copia was creating and then free to hopefully make out a little on his couch.

It was Valentine’s Day after all.

Unfortunately it seemed your special lunch and making out time was doomed. Delivery after delivery had been late and one truck had somehow managed to crash into the gate to the abbey grounds. It had been 2pm by the time everything had been sorted out. You were tired, starving and ready to snap at anyone that started your way with a clipboard in their hand. Thankfully you were saved by Secondo who must have noticed you were at the end of your patience.

“Go on, let me take care of all of this.”

“Really?” You took a few careful steps back, not sure if he was just teasing you or not. “Are you sure?”

“Sì, I don’t want to deal with mio fratellino pouting the rest of the week.”

Secondo held out his hand for the delivery folders you had been balancing all morning, a soft smile on his face. You couldn’t help but squeal, shoving the folders against his chest and then placing a loud, obnoxious kiss on his cheek. He was sputtering something in Italian as you took off down the hall but you’d deal with his irritation later. Right now you had a lunch date you were very, very late for.

As you stumbled into the main room it seemed like you were too late, Copia was nowhere in sight. There was a cold meal on the table in the kitchen, candles long since gone out. You couldn’t help but let out a groan, feeling absolutely terrible about ruining something Copia had spent so long planning.

“Amore?”

Copia’s sleepy voice broke you out of your spiraling thoughts and you quickly turned to the sound of his voice. All you could see was his head poking up over the back of the couch, his hair sticking up all over the place. He gave you a sleepy smile when he saw you and it grew when you moved closer. You snorted when you made your way around the couch, seeing him stretched out in his bright red suit and covered in empty chocolate wrappers.

“You look like a valentine.” He rolled his eyes but held his hands out for you, smiling when you kicked your shoes off and gently climbed onto the couch to lay against him. “Cutest valentine ever.”

His cheeks pinked up a bit as he leaned in for a kiss but before his lips touched yours he jerked back, his eyes narrowing.

“Is that black lipstick?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s from Secondo.”

“Sec–? Wha–mmph.”

He relaxed as you kissed him, his fingers slipping up to comb through your hair. You made a soft noise in your throat as he rubbed his fingers along your scalp. He always knew just how to touch you, just how to hold you and kiss you and make you feel like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. After a few moments you pulled away, matching his sleepy smile with one of yours.

“I’m sorry I ruined our lunch.”

“Shh, no need to apologize, amore mio. I already put the leftovers in the fridge, I can heat those up for you.”

When he made to get up you pressed your hands down on his shoulders, kissing his nose when he gave you a confused look.

“Let’s stay here a bit longer. Please.”

Copia nodded and settled back against the couch again, his fingers running through your hair once more. He had started to braid parts of it, something he did in moments like this. Moments where you were both relaxed and doing nothing more than enjoying each other's company. You only moved when his chest rumbled under your ear as he spoke.

“How about we take a little nap, eh? Then we can have an early dinner before the party.”

“That sounds perfect.” He tilted your chin up so he could reach your lips, giving you a gentle, lingering kiss. It was one of your favorite kinds of kisses from him. Although this one had the added bonus of the hint of chocolate leftover from the candy he had eaten. You couldn’t help but give his full bottom lip a little nibble before finally pulling away. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Copia.”

“And Happy Valentine’s Day to you, amore. Now stop distracting me with your lips, let me nap.” You rolled your eyes but dropped your head down onto his chest, sighing when one of his hands went back to your hair. “But when we wake up you’re going to explain why you were kissing Secondo.”

Despite your body shaking with laughter, sleep was still quickly creeping up on you. It wasn’t long before you were drifting off, your arms wrapped tightly around the best valentine anyone could ask for.

Up next is a nap for an Anon 💙

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

If you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list (or if I accidentally left your name off) of this fic or any of my others please leave a comment or send me a dm! Thank you 💙

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#oakie's writing #naps with copia #copia x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #cardinal copia

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lunarw0rks · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you’d be open to writing a Ghost x Reader fic where the reader is relatively new to the 141. The team has seen her work but still doesn’t trust her fully. Ghost and her seem to have a magnetic pull to one another with both trying to avoid their attraction. One day while sparring the reader ends up straddling him with a training knife pressed to his throat. Both stare at one another, realizing. (NSFW or SFW whichever!) Feel free to change whatever or not write it if it’s not your vibe!

A/N: Ghost has a knife kink, confirmed ;) Not explicitly NSFW, but it's hinted. Part two w smut??

Summary: During a sparring session with Ghost, you end up on top of him, and he struggles to hide his amusement.

Warning(s): knives, canon-typical violence, suggestive content, sexual tension | Word Count: 1k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PART TWO | ao3 ver. // have a request?

Sparring

From the minute you set foot on the base, you felt like you didn’t belong there. Based on your records, training, and skills? You were a perfect fit. Personally? Not so much.

Of course, some welcomed you, putting on their fake smiles and at least attempting to include you in things.

Captain Price, who was under obligation to be civil because he was your boss. Gaz, who was closer in age, usually followed behind the Captain’s decisions. The Scot or “Soap”, as they called him? Indifferent to you. His usual humorous demeanor would diminish the second you entered a space.

Then, there was Ghost, who perhaps had the most intimidation about him. Though he didn’t trust you, or anyone either, his distaste wasn’t as potent as the other soldiers. Sure, he could be harsh and cold when he wanted to be, but that was the way he approached conflicts.

You learned to expect it, to work around it. You didn’t have a choice. Go AWOL over some social rejection? Not in the cards for you.

—

You’re set to deploy with them, take down some figure named “Hassan”, or so the folder you read stated. To prepare, you need to get yourself physically prepared. These new operations were no joke, undoubtedly worse than months of boot camp.

You’re panting, and feel like your legs are going to crumble from their overuse. He won’t let up on you, not that quickly.

“Are you even trying, Sergeant?” Ghost heckles you, dripping in self-confidence, as he dodges your slices with ease. He always seems double the speed you are, even before you were winded and dissatisfied with your performance.

You grit your teeth in response, remaining determined that you’ll get one good jab at him. In your wild imagination, the foam knife you’re holding would somehow turn real when it slices him — cut the arrogance right out of him.

Realistically, however? Not a chance, unless you can find a way to slow him down.

“You’d be dead ten times, ‘you keep stabbing like that.” He puts his defensive arms down, allowing you to rest for a few seconds.

Or so you thought.

Suddenly, he grappled you to the foam mat beneath you, knocking the small amount of air you had left straight out. You struggled against his pin, but he was much too strong.

He squints down at you, as he maintains his solid grip. “You only have about ten seconds to win a knife fight, before you’re dead, or pinned just like this, with nowhere to go.” He motions to the predicament you’re in currently.

Your thighs were pinned against the floor with his knee, and wrists contained on each side of your head. You’re tempted to give him his victory, so he’ll leave it at your metaphorical death.

“Maybe what you need,” his eyes drill into you, as he begins his theory, “is a raise of the stakes.” He reaches into his holster and pulls out his very real knife. He holds it up, examining the way it glimmers against the fluorescents.

If he was anyone else, you probably would’ve tapped out or insisted on using the fake one. But based on the way he was caging you, he wasn’t asking. It was an order.

As if to prove the danger, he holds the blade to your cheek—not letting it cut you, but applying just enough pressure for you to understand the lesson of it.

Never let the enemy pin you, chances are you’re dead in seconds. He’d lectured you with that statement before when you sparred with him.

With his right arm occupied, there was a rapidly closing window for you to find a way out of this. You swung your arm, smacking the blade out of his fist.

You ended up straddling him and clambered for the knife. If this were his full potential, he would’ve already retrieved his knife and cut your throat. But he was allowing you to overtake him this time as if he was amused by it.

You pressed the blade to his throat, which was protected by the fabric of his balaclava. Thighs to thighs, stomach to stomach. His stare didn’t change once, remaining stoic even when held at knifepoint, with his own weapon nonetheless.

“That’ll suffice.” His voice weathered a bit, like it was hard for him to choke out something professional, given the fact that you could feel every bit of him at the moment.

You couldn’t lie, the position was questionable. But you’d proved your point.

Even though he knew there were dozens of countermoves he could use, and basically decimate you in the process, he doesn’t. He’d never admit how much he liked being under you, letting you threaten him with his own Army knife.

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks as you loosened up a bit, flipping the knife around so you could pass it back to him, handle first.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, you had noticed the way his eyes softened when you flipped the power.

Though your maneuvers needed work, he hadn’t expected the sudden burst of aggression—something you definitely needed when in the thick of battle. At least that’s what he’d tell himself to rationalize the feelings he was experiencing.

He returns his knife to the holster but doesn’t shove you off him like he thought he would. He instead places his hands on each hip, moving you to the side like your weight was nothing.

He moves to kneel beside you, meeting your eye level again. “Tomorrow, after hours. We’ll work at that aggression, yeah?”

You could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke, returning to his feet. He’s now standing above you briefly, looking down at you.

He straightens his balaclava, admiring the powerful stance he had over you as you knelt below him.

“Don’t be late.” He spits it out, then leaves the training room without another word. He smirks to himself as he strolls down the halls, thinking about the picture of you on your knees for the rest of his night.

Inside his head, he knew another sparring session was guaranteed to end up with you on top of him again. He was looking forward to it, no doubt.

#simon riley x reader #mw2 fanfic #mw2 #task force 141 #simon riley #ghost mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 x reader

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sundays-wing-piercing · 3 months

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SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY this man got me feeling special and he doesn’t even to di anything but like a thought came to my head

what if he has an s/o who like he worships and love sso so so much but the s/o is a workaholic and tends to just pass out in random places due to lack of sleep :(( mans will be so worried for u, ready to bust down buildings to talk to ur idk supervisor or boss to lessen ur workload cause suddenly ur now turning to alcohol as an energy drink!!

one night they just lose their mind and have a breakdown while sunday rushes over to comfort them, telling them its okay and that hes always there for them, as he holds them in his arms letting them cry out their exhaustion.

no need to do if uncomfortable!!

Hun I AM OBSESSED WITH THE ONE'S WHERE SUNDAY IS LITTERALLY SO DEVOTED TO THE READER tis' an interesting concept.

I think at first he won't mind it that much since he's also quite overworked so you'll just find yourself at the unholiest of hours working while he also takes care of his own. But even he has his rest and when you start falling asleep all over the place to the point where he has to catch you man is basically begging for you to take a break and so, you do. But luck isn't on your side this time. Just as you were about to fall asleep you get a call from your boss and now you have even more work than before.

Even after countless of hours slaving away at your work you're nowhere near done. You're just trying to fufill your daily needs and even if you do get the work done no one seems to appreciate it and just assigns you more work. Dear Aeons when will you catch a break! And before you know it you start breaking into a fit of tears, catching the attention of your angel partner who runs immediately to your side, holding you close as your tears stain his clothing. He doesn't care he just wants to know why you're crying so much and when you vent to him all about your work....may the harmony have mercy on your boss because he won't.

It all started with just him giving your workplace a visit and going straight to your boss to peacefully sort it out with them. As much as he wants to absolutely rip their face off he holds his charming old smile. Afterall he is Sunday, the representative of The Family. Who wouldn't oblige to his very command especially when he orders it directly to them. And that's what happened. You got yourself some day offs and there he was serving you like the divine being he couldn't live without. He'll run you a nice warm bath and even wash you if you wanted him to. He'll cook you your favorite meals, buy you whatever snacks you're craving, hum you to sleep and even hold you while hes at it. Your wish is his command dear.

And if your boss returns you to the same unhealthy work routine then he won't hold back. He has what it takes to blackmail them, humiliate them, heck even take the business down. What about you tho? You can just sit back and relax! Enjoy every offering he gives to you. You don't need to work. You have him. You have him to please you, to serve you. He's yours afterall.

GEE WOWZERS THATS LONG that's what he said HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT FEEL FREE TO SEND ANOTHER ONE

#ai rants #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader

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y0urm4m · 18 days

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Bathroom

Warnings: smut,M receiving, F receiving, swearing.

Summary: in which your mom is invited to an event but when you arrive you realise the place is full middle aged people. What will happen when you meet three other people the same age as you but you just can’t keep your hands off of one of them in particular

Y/m/n- your mom’s name

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I was currently getting ready an event my mom had been invited to, it was some formal ‘dance’. Which she hadn’t mentioned until yesterday so we had to rush to get an outfit and had to make sure it fit.

I turned to look at my mom, her already smiling back at me. “You look beautiful.” She said, wiping down the sides of the dress. “Thank you.” I replied smiling back.

“Right, have you finished getting ready?” She replied, sorting her own hair out in the mirror. I brushed the rest of my hair turning, placing the brush down. “Yeah, give me one second.” I spoke, rushing back up into my room. I had almost forgotten my purse and my phone, I quickly grabbed them both heading back downstairs. “Right let’s go before we’re late.” She said slipping her heels on, walking out towards the door.

I slipped into the passenger seat as my mum began driving. “I really hope there’s at least some people I can speak to there.” I muttered looking out the window. “I’m sure there will be.” She mumbled, humming to the song playing on the radio.

— We had finally arrived at the venue, it was mainly middle aged men and women filling the room. I patted down dress one again, walking inside with my mom but as soon we entered someone had came over to greet us. “I’m glad you could make it y/m/n,” The woman spoke. “And you must be y/n! I’ve heard so much about you.” She added shaking my hand, in return I smiled awkwardly. “Y/n why don’t you go get some punch, so I can catch up with Sandra.” My mother spoke ushering me over towards the drinks. I rolled my eyes, sighing and walking over to the stand.

— I had been stood at the drink section for five minutes. My mom now nowhere to be seen but a boy that looked roughly around my age, walking over caught my attention.

He smiled looking down at me. “I couldn’t help but come over and say how breath taking your dress is.” He giggled. “Thank you so much!” I replied smiling. “I’m Nick.” He said bringing out his hand to shake mine. “Y/n.” I said, shaking his hand. “Seeing as you’re standing here all alone would you like to come and sit with me and my brothers? I promise they’re not too annoying.” He asked, giggling again. “Sure.” I replied, following Nick as he brought me towards where his brothers sat.

“Matt, Chris. This is y/n!” He said, Matt and Chris looking up from their phones and towards me. “Nice to meet you Matt and Chris.” I said biting the side of my cheek. “Nice to meet you too y/n.” They both replied in unison, Nick and I immediately erupting into laughter. “Feel free to sit down y/n.” Nick said, motioning towards a chair as he also slid down on his chair. I obliged, sitting down.

“So what brings you to this event?” Chris asked, smiling. “Oh my mom was invited and insisted I came with.” I replied looking at Matt, who sat in the same position as before but his gaze was still on me. “Same here.” Chris chuckled. “Well I’m glad there’s at least some people the same age as me here.” I giggled, the three of them laughing with me.

— A few hours had passed and the conversation was still going strong, but this time Nick and Chris were bickering about their opinions on conspiracy theories. Me and Matt giggled together at the both of them. After a few minutes of listening to Nick and Chris’ current debate, I looked up at Matt to find his attention was shifted. I followed his gaze, he was watching all the couples that were currently slow dancing to unchained melody.

Until, he looked back at me arising from his seat. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, motioning for my hand. “Sure.” I smiled, entwining my hand in his.

He pulled me over to a spot that was pretty isolated, but close enough to the couples that not many people would pay attention to us.

He twirled me into his arms, as we fell into a rhythmic pattern. The music practically had us in a trance as we swayed to beat. His hands lay on my waist, his thumb making tiny circles. Whereas mine were situated around his neck. My gaze still on his as his eyes shot from mine to my lips.

I moved my head resting it right next on Matt’s shoulder, the feeling of his chest rising and falling was somewhat comforting. Us both still moving to the beat of a now different song.

Since the moment I had met mat I knew there was something different about him. I had only met him a few hours ago and I wished this moment never had to end. The second I felt his hands around my waist my stomach filled with butterflies. I just hoped he felt the same, even though I had met him just today.

I was brought out of my thoughts by him poking my waist, my head shooting up to look at him. He brought his head toward my left ear. “I didn’t tell you this earlier but you look absolutely beautiful.” He whispered just loud enough for me to hear, which had sent shivers down my spine. I looked into his eyes, a sudden burst of confidence and curiosity filled my body as I whispered back.

“Forget all the slow dancing, we could take it to the bathroom.”

His eyes widened as his mouth first hung open at first but slowly turned into a slight smirk. My hands falling from his shoulders as he placed his hand back in mine leading me towards the bathroom.

As we made our way outside of the bathroom stall, I looked around to see if there was anyone that would have noticed us slip inside. No-one to be seen, perfect.

We slipped inside the stall, my lips almost immediately meeting Matt’s as his hands once again found their way back to my waist whereas mine explored rubbed up and down his sides almost aching to take his shirt off. I pulled away. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, looking up at him looking for some sort of reaction. “Yes.” He breathed, pulling my face back into his. I began undoing his white tie, throwing it down next to us inching towards his shirts buttons. As his hands played with the straps off my dress then he removed my hands, spinning me around so he could undo the zip of my dress.

His finger tips inching down my back, sent shivers down my spine as the straps fell off of my shoulders. Matt pushing the straps lower until my breasts spilt out as I shuddered at the feeling of the cool air hitting my nipples.

His hands wrapped around the front of me cupping them, his fingers slightly tweaking with my nipples. The rest of my dress slowly falling down as I slipped out of the dress. I stood practically fully undress, Matt still in his pants and his shirt which was now fully unbuttoned. I turned to face his pulling the shirt off of him, my hand making their way to his hair running my hand through his brown slightly curly hair. His hands inching down to my black lacy thong, as he ran his finger tips over my fabric covered clit. In return I whimpered at the feeling, my thighs clenching as I became inevitably wetter.

He pushed my panties to the side, gathering my wetness before slowly pushing his middle and ring finger inside of me. I shivered at the feeling of his cold fingers. He kept his pace irritatingly slow and kept it that way for several minutes but every time I’d get close he’d stop for a few minutes.

“Matt, please just fuck me.” I whined impatiently.

He chuckled.“Patience y/n.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing him back. His eyes widened as I began taking off his belt,pants and boxers all in one. His dick now on show. I quickly gathered spit in my hand before wrapping my hand around the base, pumping it a few times. Causing a few groaning to fall out his mouth. “Fuck- y/n.” He groaned out, as I removed my hand from his dick.

I pushed my panties to the side, aligning his dick with my entrance eventually sinking down. A whimper leaving my lips at the stretch whereas a groan falling from his at the tightness. His hands finding there way to my waist once again, helping me move up and down his cock. As I picked up speed, the room filling with sounds of skin slapping, moans and groans.

I could already feel the sensation forming in my stomach. “Fuck, Matt I’m already close.” I whined. “I know.” He grunted, as he began thrusting his hips up helping me chase my orgasm.

I arched my back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I began to topple over whining Matt’s name.

“We’re not finished yet.” He growled. Flipping us around,bending me over before pushing his cock back in my cunt. His pace faster this time, his hips now pounding into mine trying to chase his own high.

The feeling of his dick pounding into me was intoxicating, it could have had me begging for more.

I could tell he was close by the way his dick was twitching inside of me.

“Fuck, I’m close,” He groaned. “Turn around on your knees for me.” He croaked out, pulling out fast.

I turned around getting on my knees as Matt pushed his cock down my throat. Making a make shift pony tail tugging on it slightly, he began thrusting his length down my throat causing me to gag. His pace the same as earlier. Spit dribbling out the side of my mouth, making me moan slightly sending vibrations down his dick. “Shit- I’m gonna come.” He groaned, shooting his load down my throat.

His mouth hung open, sweat dripping down his face as he pulled out of my mouth.

He raised his eyebrow at me as I swallowed his load, sticking my tongue out to show him.

He smiled down at me, reaching his hand out stroking my cheek.

— Me and Matt got redressed in silence, once we were finished he turned to look at me. “Are you okay?” He asked, I nodded sorting my hair out in the mirror. “Yeah I’m good, we should probably hurry so everyone doesn’t get worried.” I replied, turning to sort out Matt’s tie. He chuckled patting down my dress, “well once we’re back I think you should give me your number so I can take you somewhere nice.” He said, kissing the top of my head. “Okay.” I giggled, opening the door.

— We made our way back to the table, Nick immediately standing up. “Where the fuck have you guys been?” He asked Matt, raising his eyebrow. “Me and y/n was dancing then we got a drink and then got lost in conversation.” He replied sitting down on one of the chairs. Nick rolled his eyes sighing. “By the way y/n your mom was looking for you.” Nick said pointing towards where my mom stood, she turned to face us smiling before walking over.

“There you are y/n.” She smiled, looking over at Matt. “I was actually just talking about you two with Mary Lou.” My mom said, me and Matt looked at each other before looking back at her. “Don’t worry we wasn’t talking about anything embarrassing,” She laughed. “We were actually talking about meeting up another time.” She added. “Oh, that would be nice.” I said, Nick butting in. “You guys should come round ours sometime or we could go out for dinner maybe.” He said, causing me to giggle at his eagerness.

— As the night went on, my mom talked to Matt, Nick and Chris more as Mary Lou eventually made her way over introducing herself and joining in on the conversation.

For the rest of the event the six of us sat at the table talking and getting to know each other more but just as you think the night has started it always comes to an end. We all made our way outside the venue walking toward our separate cars as I remembered I was supposed to give Matt my number. “Matt wait up.” I said, grabbing the bottom of my dress running over towards him. “I forgot to give you this.” I said giving him my number before reaching over and giving him a kiss on the cheek, his face flushing red as I walked back over to my mom’s car slipping in the passenger seat. “Did I just see you give Matt a kiss on the cheek.” She said poking my waist. “You did indeed.” I giggled as we pulled away heading home.

This was definitely the start of something I’d wish never had to end.

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A/N: goodness gracious me, this took absolutely forever to write. I apologise if the end seems rushed but I do hope you enjoyed reading LOVE YOU ALL!

— Gracie

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lakesbian · 4 months

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i like the early worm arcs so much because it's so interesting to see what the undersider group dynamics are like before they entirely reorganize around taylor. and by interesting i mean they make me explode and die (positive).

i think what it boils down to is that the undersiders sans taylor aren't really friends, but they are each others sole replacements for every single support system and human connection they're missing, and that's actually Significantly More Intense. they do all vary in why they're on the team (that is, in why they all have nowhere else they can go), which, alongside their general personalities, impacts the precise mechanisms of how they relate to each other. undersider relationship charts are very complicated diagrams.

brian is on the team because he needs the money to keep his sister from being entirely fucked over by the system (i.e. jailed or kept with abusive parents or in shitty foster care), and i'm sure there's an extent to which it makes his situation as a 17yo with terrible parents far more livable as well. it was pointed out on here earlier this month or the last that we don't really know anything about what his civilian identity is like--we see him interacting with taylor out of mask, but we don't know if he has, like...friends? or family he keeps in contact with outside aisha? or if he does anything with his free time other than trying to prove himself to be a capable guardian for aisha or improve his odds as grue?

and i think the reason we don't have answers to these questions are that brian (civilian) is a mask, too. grue isn't the side identity to an otherwise rich and detailed life--the brian we see speaking to the foster worker in the apartment is playing a barren role. he is 17 and concerned about getting new placemats for his apartment and sorting out school districts for the child he wants to adopt. that's not his normal, unfiltered self, that's a role he's completely stepped into because he'll see himself as a failure on multiple levels if he doesn't fill it. there's no way he has casual friendships or anything along those lines as civilian brian, because civilian brian is plastic. civilian brian can't be a real person, because people have broad ranges of emotions and experiences, and civilian brian is just supposed to be the platonic ideal of a stalwart and responsible family man. there's a reason why the foster worker observes that his apartment is devoid of personality. civilian brian laborn's life is a motherfucking ikea stock home.

i think the most genuine brian ever gets is when he's in the liminal space of the loft--not brian (goodboy civilian mode), but not grue, either. it's only when he's removed from both the obligations of the act he has to play as a civilian & the violent professionalism he takes up as grue that he's able to be a Kind Of Normal Boy. it's where he actually has work-friends to banter with, it's where he plays video games, it's where he gets to go on his dorky rants about martial arts. aisha & the other pressing concerns of everyday life aren't there, so he doesn't have to be Responsible about them--but he's technically still at work, which he attends for the purpose of helping aisha, so he can escape from beating on himself over letting his roles drop. he still intermittently engages in the Brian Behavior of being a little control freak, but also, he playfights with alec :)

which is an extremely compelling dynamic to me...he's not even particularly Close with any of the undersiders, but he's known them for like a year and a half, and they're a space where he can be far more genuinely relaxed than he can anywhere else. which is what makes it so incredibly sad to witness when aisha joins the team & now brian's entire life is about trying to fill that ideal of masculinity he's cramming himself into under the misguided hope that it will protect/care for her. he's breaking under the stress of trying to be a good leader, and he can't admit that the stress of the role is entirely self-imposed. he can't set it down because he won't let himself set it down. it leads him to become condescending and unkind to alec--someone he used to play video games and playfight and banter with--in the same way he is to aisha :( brian laborn my sad boy in torture chamber of his own making. i will write about lisa alec and rachel's situations in other posts to keep this one from being too long

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #worm spoilers #wormblr #parahumans #think about brian laborb with me.

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metalhoops · 11 months

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Steddie Week Day 5:

Together/ Established Relationship / Hold the Line by Toto

Eddie would give everything for a lifetime of Sunday mornings with Steve. He’d never expected anything good in his life to last before Steve. The first year they’d spent together, he’d been waiting for it to end with bated breath. He’d wake up in a cold sweat and reach for the familiar warmth of Steve’s body as a sick animal searches for a cool, dry place to die.

He’d cross the distance between them, however great or small, and bury himself beneath Steve’s back, so he could feel the rise and fall of his breaths as something tangible. That way, if the boy left, he’d know.

Steve’s body was the grave dirt he wanted to be buried beneath. If ever he were to pick a final resting place, that’d be it. A year turned into two, and somewhere along the way, Eddie stopped waiting for things to go wrong.

Steve had his own nightly routine. There were habits that persisted well past the time Eddie had expected them to fade into obscurity. On the bad nights, he’d feel Steve jolt awake at his side with a shaky gasp. He’d roll over and press his hand to Eddie’s side, hoping to hold him together, as though the distant nightmare of seven years ago were still a freshly healing scab and not the faded, pink scar tissue Eddie knew it to be.

Eddie wasn’t a romantic. He’d grown up in a broken home where the word ‘love’ was only used to mean an apology. His mother and father would keep the street dogs barking until the morning birds sang with their screams. Then come sunrise, his father would take his mother’s face into his hands and say ‘I love you’, in the way Eddie knew meant ‘I’m sorry.’

Eddie and Steve weren’t used to having people in their corner worth losing. That made keeping each other all the more important. Eddie was reminded of how much he had to lose every Sunday morning when he woke up with Steve’s limbs flung haphazardly over his body. It was the one day they kept obligation free. No jobs. No laundry. No kids, who really weren’t kids anymore. Just the two of them.

For once, Eddie was the first one up. He hadn’t been able to sleep. He was too busy trying not to think. Instead, he traced the familiar landmarks of Steve’s skin. He walked the path of freckles and moles dotting their way up the other man’s arm and lingered on the tiny silver scar at his elbow. It was the one he’d gotten from falling off his bike when he was seven.

Eddie wasn’t a forever kind of guy, but Steve was. If you’d told Eddie back in high school, he’d be in a relationship for seven years, he’d say that was forever. Jesus, it’d gone quick. He wanted more forevers with Steve.

“Mornin’ already?” Steve spoke, peering bleary-eyed around the room, his voice gravel road rough.

“Same time every day,” Eddie confirmed, peering down at the man on his chest.

Age had changed them in ways Eddie only noticed in pictures. They were still young. He reminded himself, with more urgency than necessary. Eddie had more tattoos to cover up the scars he knew they’d both rather forget.

Then there was Steve. His trademark hair was longer than when they first started dating. Eddie liked to joke that he looked like Kurt Cobain if Kurt Cobain knew how to style his hair. He’d also learnt to sport barely-there stubble on the days he couldn’t be bothered to shave.

“You’re staring,” Steve remarked, hiding his face in the crook of Eddie’s shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” Eddie commented, and he meant it. He really goddamn meant it.

“Flattery doesn’t work with me, Munson,” Steve grumbled, moving to pull the covers up over their heads, hiding them from the morning. Eddie didn’t care. He had nowhere to be.

He dipped his head, placing a chased kiss on Steve’s lips, and watched as the man’s nose scrunched.

“Morning breath,” He groaned as he pulled back.

“You love it,” Eddie teased, trailing kisses down Steve’s jaw.

His lips lingered on the spot he knew made the man exhale sharply through his nose. It was right near another crooked scar Steve got on his twenty-second birthday. He’d been drunk and had fallen into the pool, clipping his jaw on the cement ledge. Eddie had the painful job of trying to extract Steve’s tooth from his lip as the boy cursed like a sailor and squirmed like a worm.

“I love you, there’s a difference,” Steve chuckled and pushed Eddie back, examining his face.

He traced the dark circles beneath Eddie’s eyes. He was long past the point of being self-conscious with Steve. The man had seen him in all manner of undress and unflattering angles. He chose to stay with him anyway. That’s what love was, wasn’t it? Choosing each other over and over again, every day- forever.

“You look like shit,” Steve spoke candidly.

“Oh honeybear, you wound me,” Eddie breathed, clutching his chest with all the overdramatised fervour his sleep-deprived body could muster.

“What’re you thinking about?” Steve asked, pulling his hand back.

“Quitting my job, getting the band back together, going on tour and dragging your ass across the country... Maybe getting a dog.” Steve hummed and traced the outline of the faded-blue demon tattoo on his chest.

“And that’s why you haven’t slept all week, right?” Steve repeated sceptically. Eddie was going to have to do this now, wasn’t he?

“Steve,” Eddie spoke, hating how his voice shook. His body was betraying him.

Steve’s head snapped up. His brows furrowed, painting his face with concern. He’d screwed this up already, hadn’t he?

“What’s wrong? I’m only ‘Steve’ when you’re pissed off, or it’s something serious,” the man observed.

Eddie didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t planned what he was going to say- alright, that was a lie. He’d tried to plan it. Hell, he’d tried to write a whole damn script, but it’d felt wrong. He’d thought when the moment came he’d know what to say. Turned out, he was wrong.

“Was it because I took your notebooks off the table? Because I told you it’s cool you use it like a desk, but we need someplace to eat so you’ve gotta put your shit away when you’re done with it,” Steve began.

It was an old, familiar argument he didn’t have time to get into that morning.

“It’s not about the table,” Eddie sighed and felt Steve shift.

He sat up and pulled the covers from their heads, letting the morning light in. This was a conversation to have in daylight.

“Are you okay?” Steve pushed, trepidation in his voice.

It was 1993 and even if they’d never sat down and talked about what was going on with the rest of their community, they’d both seen it first-hand. No. Eddie wasn’t going to let the morning be about that either.

“I’m okay, Stevie. Promise,” Eddie assured, wrapping his pinkie around Steve’s and placing a kiss to their intertwined fingers.

“You know, I think a lot of things we’ve gotta do are bullshit, right?” Eddie began, crossing his legs and pulling Steve into his lap. The man shot him a confused look but nodded.

“Nine-to-five? Bullshit. Conforming to society? Bullshit. Growing up-.”

“Let me guess, bullshit?” Steve breathed and Eddie snorted.

“Yeah. But you and me? I think we’re the one thing in this world that’s not bullshit.”

Steve gave him a look Eddie knew too well. It was an echo of his ‘King Steve’ days, only a little softer around the edges. The look told Eddie Steve thought he was talking shit, but he was trying to be polite and not bring it up.

“Right,” Steve hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m not finished. Hold your bitchy comments until the end, dude,” Eddie snorted.

“Up until you, I thought relationships were... I’m going to stop saying bullshit. I thought they were for other people. And I also thought- shit. Alright. I’m doing this, aren’t I...?” Eddie huffed and pushed Steve back from him, leaning over to rummage around in his bedside drawer. He was really doing this. No turning back now.

He pulled out one of his favourite rings. It was a little more understated than the others, but it belonged to his Uncle Wayne, so it was his favourite. He turned back to see Steve. The man had gone pale. Finally, the guy was catching on. Here Eddie was thinking he’d never be able to surprise Steve again with how well they knew one another.

“I know we can’t get married, Steve. But I know how much you want to and it surprised the hell out of me, but I want that too. I don’t need a shitty piece of paper to know what you mean to me. We could have a party, invite Wayne, Robin and the kids over,” Eddie was rambling, his hands trembling as he passed the ring to Steve.

The guy looked seconds from crying or laughing, frozen in a half grin, half grimace. God, Eddie hoped that was a good sign.

“You haven’t asked the question yet, Eds,” Steve breathed, his lip twitching. Oh, that was a smile. A wave of relief crashed over Eddie.

“I want to be with you, Steve, forever. Will you marry me?”

Steve surged forward, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and sending them both toppling backwards. Eddie could feel the man nod against his skin.

“I-,” Steve began, but paused when his voice sounded wet.

He sniffed and buried his face deeper into Eddie’s body. Steve hated anyone seeing him cry, even Eddie, especially Eddie. He waited, knowing the answer from the half-moon crescents Steve’s fingers were leaving in his skin.

Steve pulled back after a moment.

“Alright, on one condition,” He huffed, his voice still sounding rough.

“It’s always conditions with you,” Eddie teased, moving his free hand to Steve’s back, rubbing circles into his skin, trying to calm him down.

He knew how to put on a brave face, but Eddie understood marriage meant more to Steve than it did to him.

“Promise to clean your shit off the kitchen table and I’ll marry you,” Steve proposed. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

“How about this? I promise to clean up the table, if you promise to keep your crap on your side of the bathroom. Then we can get married.”

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, morning breath be damned.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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hanasnx · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT FUCK PISS PLS GIVE ME MORE FRAT BOY ANI I BEG 🧎🙏 I need the spice 😩

once again my greatest weakness is exploited…. my inbox ….

ppl say jump in an inbox message i say how high

bcos quite honestly fratboy!anakin is so hard for me to write, simply bcos its so difficult for what i know of anakin and his character to align with a fratboy persona. however! i married the concepts my last fratboy post and i’ll do it again for u jelly. ive had to brainstorm a couple days…

next part

☥ likes nuts. peanut butter. pistachios. nut and seed bread. u ask and he’s like “i like feeling like a squirrel” and ur not sure if its a joke. probably keto diets. he eats his body weight in good fats and goes to the gym as an obsessive hobby bcos hes got so much energy and nowhere to put it

☥ mario kart is one of his favorite games. he has a nintendo switch solely for mario kart. his friends play in competitions and get super hyped about it, sometimes they play normally but sometimes they make it an entire event. his frat makes a tournament out of it tbfh and winner usually gets some stupid made up prize like “mk-losers of the frat is your slave for a day” or “everytime you enter a room, if a MK-loser member of the frat is present, they must announce you to the room like ur a king” or “you gotta set up the winner with one of your hot exes”

anakin usually wins. and gets pissy when he doesnt. hes so competitive. especially if the people around him make it a big deal that he didnt win, hes all like “whatever its just a stupid game anyway. i changed my vehicle settings this time around”

☥ as an excuse to be close to you he asks you if he can crack your back for you bcos you complained about it hurting and when you stretched trying to get it to pop it wasnt as satisfying as you wanted it to be.

“i can crack your back for you.”

you fall for his trick. “would you? that would be so great thank you,” you fist your hands and cross your wrists over your chest, like usual, expecting him to get behind you and lift you and jostle you like people always did when they cracked your back. instead, he gets to your front with a smile.

“i know a better way.” you look at him quizzically as he takes your wrists and drapes your arms over his shoulders. he stoops, large frame wraps around you and your waist, fists at the base of your spine. you get nervous. “go limp.” you relax as best you can, your cheek against his neck surely heating up with a blush at how youre pulled flush against him.

he knows exactly what hes doing and his cheeky grin is hidden from you. “alright, inhale deep.” you do as he says. “and exhale.” you do. and slowly he lifts you from the ground easily by standing straight, and his fists slide up your spine, squeezing you to him. your heart is pounding, and your spine pops as he moves up. he gets to the top and sets you down, and holds you while the black dots in your vision subside. you realize he’s embracing you so tender and patient and you politely push off of him.

“um. thanks.”

“anytime.”

and he meant that. bcos he gets into the habit of asking you if you want your back cracked, and you get into the habit of saying yes bcos of how good it felt, how good he was at it, and how close the two of you got when he did it.

to the point that when you saw him, he’d pavloved you, and you lift your arms above your head reaching for him, waiting to rest them on his shoulders so he can pick you up and pop your spine. he obliges every time, excited to do it. he loves pressing you against him like that.

☥ hes an engineering major i just know it. very bright, but not the top of his class. he doesnt study really, things just make sense to him. and he also admits to you that he does a lot of things in his free time that requires engineering.

“like skateboard ramps?” you taunt.

“something like that.”

☥ his favorite movie is treasure planet and he wants to watch it every time you two end up hanging out. if you ask what movie he wants to watch, its treasure planet. if you look over at him randomly, you see him mouthing the words. it was his hyperfixation as a kid and heavily influenced him. especially bcos he doesnt have a dad, and hes got a father figure named obi wan in his life that had no business caring for him but did anyway. like that pirate in his favorite movie:)

if youre not sick of it, you dont even bother to ask him what he wants to watch. u just put it on. it usually is background noise anyway for whatever conversation arises bcos this boy cannot focus on one thing at once, and must multitask and get distracted

☥ hes the band “chase atlantic” coded unfortunately

☥ would wanna sleep with u in ur bed all the time even if ur not dating. he wants to take naps with you. he has insomnia, and he noticed that one time when you hung out, he fell asleep with you so easily. now he asks for sleepovers constantly. also bcos it means he can subtly cuddle you.

and when youre closer, and he can flirt with you, and youre comfortable with him. he probably cops a few feels so you smack his hand or move it away for him.

at one point you move his hand onto your chest, indicating you wanted him to grab and massage it for real this time. just like he always teases. and it turns into grinding his dick onto your ass and squeezing your chest til the flesh pops out in between his fingers. circling and pinching your hardening nipples. arm under your head, hand on your jaw to inclined your face in his direction so he can bite and nibble your ear, lick at it while he talks dirty shit in it.

“you’re so hot, can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you… you know half the guys at house would kill for this…

you wanna help me make ‘em really jealous?”

☥ the horny texts and pics this man would send once you two are officially talking or together.

“i think about fucking you all the time.”

“you gonna let me hit after class? cmon i deserve it.”

“baby you gotta show me that pussy. its been so long i forgot what it looks like. remind me.”

“coming over today. you want a ride? on my cock i mean.”

“some guys at the house were talking about you today. can i tell them about us?

gotta see their faces hearing what a slut you are. i promise i’ll spill every dirty detail. could even show em some of the pictures if you want… or the videos. i like the bareback one, doggy style? cant get over the way you sound in that one. wet pussy, pretty moans, twerking on my cock like a porn star. miss you sweet girl.”

☥ he honestly would pick out a hoodie for you to wear. he wants u to wear it. gets pouty when you dont “wheres my hoodie?”

“at my dorm.”

“why arent you wearing it?”

“ani—?”

“its cold outside.” he wants ppl to know youre wearing a guy’s hoodie— specifically his hoodie— for a reason

☥ he’d still call you stupid nicknames like “killer” and “champ”.

“hows it hangin today, killer? you look fucking good.”

“you’re late again champ, usually you get here before me. you avoiding me or something?”

☥ trying to get you to fuck him at his frat house or dorm or whatever bcos he wants the guys to hear you .. just so everybodys clear on whats going on between you two

#jellydodger #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #fratboy!anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #x y/n #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #au!anakin #star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw

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multiversediaries · 2 years

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leverage

elijah mikaelson x reader

summary — the mikaelsons thought of you as the perfect leverage, but to their surprise, even then, the salvatores never came to save you.

warnings — kidnapping, angst, a bit of soft elijah

part count — 1/?

“alright, doll. you’re free to go.” you heard elijah say, as he walked closer to you. you looked up to look at him, your eyes red and swollen from all the crying. you were exhausted, and hurt. the mikaelsons had taken you hostage, in order to obligate the salvatores to turn in the last remaining casket. it has been days, and nothing has happened.

you’ve been here for days. and nothing. you were damon’s girlfriend. and so, the mikaelsons thought you were the perfect leverage. they couldn’t kidnap elena, because the salvatores knew they’d never hurt her. but you? you weren’t useful to the mikaelsons like elena was. but even then, it seemed like your kidnapping meant nothing to the salvatore brothers. even the mikaelsons were astonished as the salvatores had done nothing to get you back.

“please don’t take this personal, darling. you were just leverage.” elijah said, his voice full of pity for you. he kneeled in front of you, and started to untie your arms and legs, his hand running over the small bruising created by the ropes. you were human. you wouldn’t heal quickly. he felt awful. he looked up to meet your eyes once again, finding a broken you.

“they didn’t come…” you whispered, tears drops leaving your swollen eyes. you were in a state of shock. “they really didn’t come for me.” you whispered once again, your voice breaking in between. elijah sighed, his thumb attempting to wipe your tears.

“no, they did not, y/n.” he said softly, afraid of hurting you even further. he felt so terrible for hurting you in the first place. his eyes never left your bruises, wanting to feed you his blood and heal you. he stood back up and looked back at your teary eyes. he offered you a small smile, and started to walk away from you. you looked up at him, desperate.

“elijah—” you started, now sitting straight into the chair. he looked back at you. “i know— i know it sounds stupid, and you probably don’t want to help me…” you continued, struggling to form the words, because of the growing lump in your throat.

“but can i please— please stay here for a while? i don’t have anywhere else to go, and i don’t want to see them.” you finished, your eyes begging him. you lived with the salvatores, you had moved with them as soon as your relationship with damon started. your family was deceased, leaving you with nowhere to go. elijah walked closer to you, and gently took your hand.

he walked you around the family mansion, soon taking you towards a vacant room. he opened the door and let you walk in first, staying by the door frame. he looked at you, as you walked around the big room. he felt nothing but sorrow, regret, and compassion. nothing like that had ever happened to him. every time he used someone as leverage, it always worked, until you came along. it tugged at his heart.

“there’s clean towels in the closet. i’ll ask rebekah for some of her clothes.” he said softly, his eyes never leaving your figure. you looked back at him and nodded. he smiled a bit at you, before walking out and closing the door behind him.

he left you alone with your thoughts. they didn’t come for you. you had been starved of any food. they had only given you water. you were sleep deprived, with the bruises and cuts on your arms and legs. you just couldn’t comprehend how they didn’t come save you. you were damon’s girlfriend. he was impulsive and you believed he’d do anything to get you back. but you were wrong. you weren’t as important, at least not as elena. you were just someone he could have fun with. you were no one.

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it has been around a week since everything happened. you hadn’t left the room. you would just shower and sleep. you had ran out of tears, you couldn’t cry anymore. it had been a week, and still, they hadn’t come for you. a whole week, and nothing.

you heard a knock on your door. you turned to the side, not wanting to speak to anyone. you were so embarrassed in a way. they had taken you as leverage, thinking you were important to them, but no. god, you felt so humiliated.

the door opened and in came elijah, with a tray full of food. he closed the door behind him, and walked closer to you. he sat on the bed, and looked at you, placing the tray by the night stand. his hand reached out to you, softly patting your shoulder.

“why haven’t you been eating?” he said, as softly as possible. you somehow felt safe. you felt safe and comfortable around him. you turned and faced him, his eyes softening at your weak state.

“you need to eat, doll. it’s been a while.” he said, his hand now moving a few strands of hair from your face. you shook your head. he frowned a bit.

“why don’t you take a few bites? i prepared something for you.” he said, trying his hardest to convince you. you looked behind him, noticing the tray he had prepared for you. you sighed, and sat up. he smiled at you, and took the small bowl full of soup on his big hands. he took a spoonful of soup, softly blowing it, and bringing it to your lips.

“careful, it’s a bit hot.” he said lightly, you nodded in return, before tasting it. your eyes light up almost immediately, it tasted amazing. you looked up at elijah, earning a small chuckle from him. he continued feeding you, blowing every single bite. you looked at him, eyes a bit watery, as you watched him take such great care of you. you had never felt this… important.

you soon finished the bowl. he handed you a glass of juice, and placed the empty bowl back on the nightstand. he was satisfied. he had finally gotten you to eat something. he stared at you, his eyes noticing your arms were still bruised. he exhaled, feeling guilt. you finished your glass, elijah soon taking it from your hands and placing it on the nightstand as well. he watched you for a few minutes, giving you the space, just in case you wanted to say something.

“i was never important to them.” you finally said after a few minutes of silence. you laughed sadly at yourself. “i mean nothing to them.” you said, earning a frown form elijah. “i even feel bad for you all, i’m sorry your plan didn’t work. i’m sorry i wasn’t important enough for them to give up the casket.” you said, as tears ran down your cheeks. elijah shook his hand and took your head into his hands.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done this to you.” elijah said, as his thumbs caressed your wet skin. you sighed shakily as you heard him speak. “you are important. they are just stubborn.” he tried saying, only to be interrupted by you.

“i’m not.” you cried. elijah felt his heart tighten at your words. he hated this.

“you are, dear.” elijah said. “those boys are just incredibly foolish. and definitely not worthy of your precious tears.” he said, earning a small smile from you. “i hate that they made you feel like this— like you aren’t valuable and as exquisite as you truly are.” he said gently, you looked up at him.

“you haven’t even been loved properly yet, y/n.” he sighed, gaining your attention once again. you looked up to meet his eyes again. you felt butterflies in your stomach as you watched him. “what the offered you wasn’t love, dear. it wasn’t even a quarter of how being loved intensively feels like.” elijah said gently, looking down to stare at your lips for a while, before composing himself and looking back at you. he wanted to kiss you. being so close to you was dangerous. he offered you a small smile.

“so please, don’t let them treat you like this ever again. look after yourself. you are far more precious than you know.” elijah finished, standing up from your bed. your eyes never left his figure, as you watched him walk away from you.

“show me, then.” you said, sitting up straight. he stopped walked and looked back at you. “what it’s like to be loved.” you said, a bit insecure. he chuckled a bit, walking back closer to you. he sat back down and grabbed your chin with his thumb.

“not like this, doll. not when you’re as vulnerable as this.” he said gently, as he watched you sigh in disappointment. he was right. you nodded. “i’ll love you when you’re ready to be loved.” he finished, his lips planting a soft, caring kiss to your temple. you shivered a bit at this action.

he smirked a bit, noticing the effect he had on you. he wanted you, indeed. he has had his eyes on you for a while now. but you were another man’s woman. and elijah was a noble man. he wanted to have you when the time was right. and that time was not now. you needed time to heal, by yourself. his love would not be enough. you needed to regain the love you once had for yourself.

even then, he watched your eyes, full of humiliation and sadness, caused by a boy. a boy who knew better, but decided to hurt you. he watched you as he heard your heart, beating a bit faster for him, a man. a man who was ready to love you. he smiled a bit, before planting a short, yet sweet kiss to your lips. you felt yourself being light on fire by the softness of his lips. he kissed you like you were a treasure, like you were something to be deeply appreciated and cherished. he kissed you like you mattered. elijah soon pulled away, a smile forming on his lips, as his forehead rested on yours.

“just a preview.” elijah whispered to you, before standing up from your bed, grabbing the tray and leaving your room. your fingers ran to feel your lips, missing how his felt on yours. you felt numb. your fingers caressed your own lips. you found yourself smiling at yourself.

elijah was so… dreamy, you thought. so moral and good. he wanted you to love yourself before he could love you. he wanted you to appreciate yourself, to see how lovely you truly are. to see how stupid damon was, how idiotic the salvatores were for leaving you. to see how worthy you are of love. how deserving and valuable you are.

he was right. you haven’t even been loved yet. but you wanted to. by elijah. you wanted to be loved by someone like him. therefore, you decided to pick yourself up. to stop feeling sorry for yourself and make others feel sorry for how they treated you. you decided to look after yourself before anyone else. after all, you were all you had.

part two

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Reader is gender neutral

Warnings: contains fluff, a little bit of angst and some suggestive ideas but no actual descriptive smut

A/N: I get so engulfed in writing fics that I forget I can make Headcanon posts like these. As always, I will happily make more for whatever JJK or demon slayer character y’all wanna see

He’s shy and a bit hesitant to fall in love

There is something different about you, something that makes him willing to slowly try again

He’s careful with his heart, especially after his traumatic past. He’s scared to lose someone he loves again.

You, however, change that outlook for him. Yuta can’t describe how safe he feels when he’s with you, not in words at least

You are so patient and understanding with him, so tentative and kind, he feels safe enough to allow you into his heart

Once you start dating, Yuta quite literally is the sweetest man you’ll ever meet — as if he wasn’t already

Yuta is the type to always text you good morning and good night. Especially at the start of your relationship

Once you settle in more, he asks you those things in person. Literally the moment you wake up he’s whispering a soft good morning

Yuta loves when you wear his clothes but he knows you are too shy to ask. So he usually leaves his hoodies laying around for you

He loves cooking dinner with you, he’s absolutely the cheesy type to play some music and dance you around the kitchen while the food nearly burns

You do face masks together and have self care nights whenever you are both free

Yuta is a bit insecure about the dark circles under his eyes, so you’ll do eye masks with him and tell him he’s handsome with or without them

He makes sure he has time set aside for dates with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s been a month since you started dating or five years, he’ll always make sure the dates are romantic and sentimental

“Do you… go on a date?” He’ll already have the whole thing planned out, eagerly waiting for your response. If you tell him you don’t feel like it he’ll be okay, he’ll just save it for when you do feel up to it

I think Yuta would be supper in tune with you, he can always tell when something is off with you. Curse energy aside, he’s really good at reading you.

“Are you feeling okay?” He’ll always start off soft, if you tell him you need space or cuddles or whatever, he’ll happy oblige. Yuta doesn’t get offended when you say you need some space, he’s been there and he gets it

He can have some pretty bad days, I really think he has some PTSD from his childhood and it can creep up on him out of nowhere. He’s thankful that you are always there to help him sort through it

Yuta gets you a promise ring for your one year anniversary. He knew you were the one literally within a month of dating but he wanted to make sure you felt the same

Pet names are a bit embarrassing for him but eventually they flow naturally. He doesn’t even realize it when he calls you names like “my love” , “darling”, “sweets” etc

He’s not a morning person at all but you make it easier for him by having breakfast and coffee ready. On mornings where you are far too lazy to get up and do that, cuddles and kisses also suffice

Now for the fun stuff…

You coax Yuta into being more daring when it comes to being intimate — it starts with you convincing him to send suggestive pics

He’s always leaving his face out of them, usually it’s just his body. You’ll occasionally get a glimpse of his face in the pics and he’s always so red

Sexting and FaceTime sex become a frequent part of your lives when you are away on missions. Usually you are luckily enough to go with Yuta when he’s sent overseas but it’s not always the case

He’s soooo sweet during it, like praise galore. He just can’t stop telling you how pretty you are, how hot you are, how much he loves you

Which speaking of saying he loves you…

Yuta says it first and it slips out by mistake. It was literally only a few weeks after going out with you, hence why it came out by mistake. He didn’t want to scare you with such a bold statement

You were both laughing over something you said, Yuta was absolutely entranced when he saw that big grin spread across your cheeks, your laugh was like music to him. It slipped out almost breathlessly, a quiet little “I love you, so much.”

He had hoped you didn’t hear him, but you froze, eyes widening and before he could try and stutter over his words — you said it back

Anyways, back to the smexy stuff :)

Yuta is much more into “making love” than “fucking” — that sounds so ridiculous lmfao good bye

What I mean by that though, he’s not into rough sex, degrading, stuff like that. He’s much more soft and sweet, all about making you feel good & definitely into body worship. He secretly likes overstimulating you … and himself to be completely honest

He prefers doing these things in the comfort of your shared apartment — which you two moved into about a year after dating once he promised himself to you

Yuta really treats you like you are royalty. I cannot see him ever putting up a fight when you ask him for things, but that’s not to say you don’t get into quarrels.

It’s natural for conflict to happen when you spend so much time with someone. Though your “fights” never really get too serious or last too long

Y’all have a HEALTHY ass relationship. When you know you need to walk away, neither puts up a fight about it. Y’all can argue, realize it’s getting stupid and say you need a bit of time to calm down

Yuta values you way more than he values winning an argument. Regardless if he’s in the right or wrong, he can’t see himself without you and doesn’t want to hurt you

He really wants to marry you — but he also wants to quit being a jujutsu sorcerer before taking that next step with you. He wants to make a world where the two of you can live a happy, normal life.

You write each other notes — I mean in cute and sad ways. Usually you’ll stick some post it notes in his luggage when he’s leaving while he’ll leave post it notes on the mirror in the bathroom for you to see when he wakes up.

Sometimes the note is as simple as “got in at 2:30am, I’m alright, I’ll see you when you get home from work.” Especially since you both do everything in your power to not wake the other up — sleep is crucial

While Yuta may only be second to Gojo in terms of cursed energy and technique, he still manages to get himself hurt from time to time — so you took it upon yourself to learn first aid & some more complex things like stitching in the event Shoko isn’t around to heal him

You quickly learned that Yuta’s love language is physical touch — whether you enjoy that or not lol.

If you enjoy physical touch, Yuta is very hands on with you. He’ll always be holding your hand, reaching for your sleeve, wrapping and arm around your waist or shoulder

If you don’t like physical touch, he’s much more careful with you. Things like locking your pinky with his, holding your sleeve, standing close enough for your shoulders to touch, etc

Yuta is easily embarrassed so I can totally see him getting bashful when trying to be lovey with you in public or with friends — especially with friends actually. They’ll tease the ever living fuck out of you two

Yuta is a 10/10 boyfriend — I literally cannot imagine this man doing anything wrong… like ever. This mf has killed someone and honestly he’s still a 10/10 sweetie in my eyes

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen fluff #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk yuta #yuta okkotsu headcanons #jujutsu kaisen okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk headcanons #xxsabitoxx’s work!

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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you’re doing good, I saw your post about exams and same here, it’s hard just to wake up to go to school in the morning. 😭 Anyway, I just read the post about Lalo being your first time, and I was wondering when you could find time, if you could write the same prompt just with Nacho? Oml the brainrot is HEAVYYYY. If not, that’s completely okay! Thank you so much.

Nacho Varga being his SOs first:

A/N: similarly to the Lalo one, I used different ‘ first time ‘ circumstances and I think it turned out pretty cute, gotta love nachito <33

Fem!Reader (implied, though you could very well just use whatever pronouns or gender identity you like)

WARNING(S): mentions of sex, kissing and death, generally just nacho behaviour tbh

First relationship:

he wouldn’t really mind at all, he’d be a little intimidated maybe at first and feel as though there’s a lot of expectations he’d have to fill

But you’d ( of course ) reassure him that he’s doing great <33

I can imagine you meeting at his fathers shop, and he greets you at the counter and he can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you are

“ I was uh.. if you’re free later maybe we could go for a drink?”

“I’d love to, Ignacio. pick me up at 7 okay?”

His father also adores you. Papa Varga really admires how you bring out the good in his son

Nacho probably has a gym set at his house let’s be for real

Imagine training together ( if you’re into that )

Him accidentally giving you weights that are too heavy and when your muscles ache afterward he apologizes and gives you a massage

“Ignacio, where did you learn to give massages like this?”

“It’s pretty straightforward really… I guess”

He’s not much for PDA, just for his reputation but if it’s just the two of you he’d happily hold you

Once you’re aware of his job he’d be hyper vigilant over you ( you probably have to find out on your own…)

Nacho definitely has a fake ID made for you in his safe. Just in case.

First Kiss:

he initiates it, or at least goes to- and you pull away.

“ sorry, I-“

“No no nacho, it’s me I just… I haven’t…”

“ oh 😳” he’d find it really cute, maybe a little weird since I imagine you’re around 23-25, but still.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek to compensate when he’s not looking, and he can’t help but smile stupidly into his hand.

This all probably takes place with you both sitting watching the sunset from inside one of his cars or an old truck borrowed from his dad for a romantic date night. In the middle of nowhere.

“You’re going to be the death of me” he sighs it out, and you laugh it off, though he’s a little worried that part of him is being truthful.

Not for his sake, more for yours. Because how can he develop such a love for someone-

who then loves him back, for him to just die and leave you all alone?

“You’re so dramatic sometimes… tough guy”

Your first PROPER kiss is probably after the 4th date, something relaxed like a movie at his place and food.

You initiate it this time, reluctantly, but he welcomes it.

“ that was… new”

“ oh shut up and just kiss me already”

And he does, smiling like a fool because he just has such a love for you. He doesn’t say as much as he should, but nacho doesn’t have to say it all the time for you to know.

First time having sex (NSFW):

Your confidence has probably gone up a lot since your first kiss with him, and being with him in general honestly

He’s still nacho, though a lot less stressed than usual, he has you to come home to so now he has something else to fight for.

Some days when he comes home you miss him more than he’d imagined,

I can’t imagine nacho taking you on regular shopping trips, though if you needed something and asked he’d oblige.

Besides, you like earning your own money, it makes you feel… accomplished, and appreciate the work that went into getting it.

So when he comes home and you’ve gotten a new set of underwear or pajamas he’d be so flustered, and maybe a little confused

“I- uh, they look… nice”

You’d initiate it this time, and ask him whether or not he’s going to hurry up and bend you over

As a… half joke, of course

After some very much needed TLC from you and some from him, he’s relatively gentle when it comes to the actual intercourse bit

Especially because he can just guess based on the fact you hadn’t even had your first kiss that you’re more than likely a virgin to

“We can stop if it hurts okay?”

“You’re so sweet baby, it doesn’t hurt”

It does. Not as much as your friends had made it out to be, but still you can definitely feel a slight burning feeling

Aftercare is pretty important to Nacho, just because he likes seeing you so relaxed and carefree sprawled out on his bed as he cleans over your body with a damp lukewarm washcloth.

Expect lots of uncharacteristic hugging and kisses as well

He’s the big spoon, tho he’s not really bothered what he is as long as you’re close to him

“You smell so nice Ignacio”

“Mmhm”

We know he doesn’t talk a lot, but you know exactly what he means

You’d turn to face him and press kisses along his chest and the scar he’d gotten from Tuco

“You're so beautiful”

At first he doesn’t really understand what you mean by beautiful, since he’s a guy, and it seems a bit… odd to talk to a guy like that

But he inevitably chuckles and asks “ how so?”

“ you’re just… a beautiful man, inside and out.”

Damn, talk about a sting to the heart, he’ll definitely remember that in his depressed ass moments

“You’re trying to make me soft hm?”

“No! You just…”

“ I know, I’m only joking”

“You and your jokes… nachito”

You’d both then fall asleep, you first then him.

He doesn’t sleep for long, about 2 hours or so

And when he wakes up he just looks down at you and can’t even begin to wonder what he did to deserve someone so perfect

too bad this was one of the last times you’d ever see him alive 💀

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fredwkong · 10 months

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Hey! I’m looking for a vacation. I’m in a boring town in the middle of nowhere in Canadia, and I wanna travel to somewhere like California.

Problem, my clothes aren’t fitting in my new (surprisingly really stinky) suitcase, I’m a pretty muscular guy so I do have to get bigger clothes, which is probably the problem.

Thank you!

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. You’re about to begin your Cali beach getaway.

You wake up lying on the beach in a tiny thong. For an instant, you wonder where your clothes are, and then you realise it doesn’t matter. You hate covering up, it’s why when you travel all you need is a purse.

You stretch your lithe, hairy body on the sand, giving any boy nearby a free show as your thong struggles to contain your big dick. You might be skinny and toned, but that just makes your dick look even bigger. And it makes the salty, musky smell your body produces a nice surprise for all your hookups.

After a little while, you get up. You love spending your day on the California beaches, there’s always plenty to see and some cutie to go home with. With your Latin blood, you look like the guy everyone imagines having sex with on their trip to California, and you’re happy to oblige as many of them as you can.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 1 year

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Love your Melissa fics so much! Could you please write "Are we just gonna... keep holding hands?" "Dunno. It's nice though." with Melissa x Reader?

It will never not amaze me that people actually like my fics?! It further amazes me people like my writing enough to actually ask for more of it! But you were lovely enough to ask, so I can only oblige. A little short, but hopefully you like it!

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You heard her coming before you saw her. Or rather, you heard the muffled string of curses that preceded her stomping towards the fire pit where you still sat.

The team bonding experience had been Ava’s idea. To say that not everyone was on board with the camping excursion was putting it politely. You were just thankful there was an actual functioning toilet and shower set up.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Melissa asks as she drops down next to you on the log you had been sitting on.

You turn to look at her, taking a moment to appreciate her face lit only in the glow of the fire. “Just taking the chance to enjoy the quiet and look at the stars,” you answer quietly. It’s a little lame, you know, but it’s the truth. You’ve always loved nature, and while you enjoy having everything on your doorstep in the city, there’s something special about being outdoors. The sounds are somehow softer, soothing rather than harsh.

She takes a moment to look up, a smile tugging at her lips as she begins to appreciate how much clearer the stars are away from all the light pollution of the city.

Your eyes, however, remain on her face. What can you say, you like looking at beautiful things? She jumps as a loud sound cuts through the quiet of the forest.

“What the fuck was that?” she hisses, her hand reaching out and grabbing a hold of yours.

“It’s just an animal,” you chuckle. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

She huffs. “Give me car horns and the drunk across the street hollering any day of the week.”

The hand clutching yours doesn’t let go. “Not one for nature, then?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just like to know what I’m dealing with and when it’s pitch dark in the middle of nowhere and the forest is full of freaky ass noises it puts me on edge,” she admits.

You squeeze the hand in your own, trying to silently offer some comfort. Glancing to the side, you see that Melissa is studiously staring at the dwindling flames of the fire before you and definitely avoiding looking at you.

“Are we just gonna…keep holding hands?” you ask, not daring to look at her as she answers.

“Dunno,” comes the reply, hesitant and unsure. “It’s nice though.”

At this, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You’ve both been tiptoeing around each other for months now. Friends, but at times flirting with something more. Both terrified.

Maybe it’s the late hour, or the cover of darkness that makes you bold, but for whatever reason tonight you decide you’re finally going to put a toe across that line. Removing your hand from Melissa’s for a moment, you quickly replace it with your other hand, tugging her towards you and slipping your now free arm around her waist.

You feel her tense for a moment, but she quickly settles her head on your shoulder, nuzzling into you. Smiling, you press a kiss to her hair before letting your head rest against hers.

“This is kinda nice too,” she says softly.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

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